Alright, so as a creampie phone sex slut I am used to being underestimated in my skills. I grew up in and still live in a trailer park to this day. So I could see where with just that fact in itself where I could appear not so intelligent. However, Mama taught me lots of ways in which I should be able to impress a man. I am not only a sexual Goddess, hellbent on bringing promiscuity to the surface for all ages. I am also quite altruistic as well. I love donating my time to helping others. So when the little brats from across the way stopped by to see if I would donate any baked goods to their school sale my eyes lit up with joy. I not only volunteered to make a few pies, but I also decided I would donate my time to helping at the event.
Surely, you can imagine at first I had nothing but pure intentions. I can be quite the good little girl when I want to be. I assure you of that. I spent the next couple of days making loads of fruit pies and even a couple of chocolate and coconut pies. On the day of the sale, I made sure to dress my best, load the pies up in my friend’s minivan I borrowed, and set up a table for the school parents to come and purchase my goods. However, my presence was not welcomed at all. Mothers covered their sons’ eyes and wives pulled the hands of their husbands trying to distract them from my delicious pies. I tried not to let it bother me, my table still covered in the goods I spent so much time making. The principal came over and began complimenting my baking skills.
I felt very accomplished as he bought one of my pies. Suddenly the gym teachers joined my table speaking to me while also purchasing a pie. My loneliness was cured as men lined up to purchase my pies. The PTO Moms looked at me with side eyes. I hadn’t the faintest 
idea of what their problem was. Probably that their husbands preferred my delicious juicy pie to their dry tasteless cakes. A man approached my table disappointed, said he was the super attendant and had heard how wonderful my skills were, however at this point I was all sold out. I felt bad, offering to make him a pie and bring it by his office sometime. He put his hand on my lower back and walked with me toward the offices at the front of the building. “Why wait when you could just write that recipe down for me and we will count it even,” he chuckled opening the door and directing me inside.
Grabbing a piece of paper and pencil he encouraged me to share with him my secrets. However, once his fly began to unzip I knew that apple pie was the last thing on his mind. He fucked my face hole till he was so hard he could barely fit in my throat any further. Flipping me over his desk he tossed my skirt up and pulled my thong to the side. He grabbed my hips and penetrated me deeply. I couldn’t believe this was the hospitality that the school staff was giving to their volunteers. No wonder he didn’t need my fruit pie recipe he would be making a cream pie out of my cute little cunt. It wasn’t until I got home that I realized what all the mothers were staring at. Apparently, in the light, my top was rather see threw, and I didn’t even wear a bra.
I was at the bar the other night with a group of friends when this guy came up to me and told me he would give me 50 bucks for an Irish kiss. I giggled and pecked him on the cheek holding out my hand to receive my prize as promised. He smiled and giggled and told me that was not what he actually wanted to be pressed against my mouth. I looked at him puzzled and he grabbed my hand and led me to the bathroom. I told him if it was anything sexual the price just jumped to 100. He laughed and simply stated, “make it a hundred then.” He opened the wide handicapped stall and held his arm out to usher me in and then sat on the toilet. 
