I woke up on the sidewalk outside of the bar. No one even bothered to call the cops in this white trash town. I guess they were used to seeing me this way. I limped home, a heel on my pumps broken. I jumped in the shower to wash off the chaos of last night. What had I done this time? I remember doing lines off someone’s ass cheek and also a cock. They were laughing. I struggled to recall it all and I remembered you there. Tall, dark, handsome, and sick. You had made me do party tricks for my fix. I was like a poodle, a submissive, starving one. I crawled on my belly for what you offered.
The things you made me do last night were terrible and demeaning. I remember sucking a large penis under the bar. The town drunk pumped his filthy dick into my mouth, stinking of fat man body odor, sweaty balls, and spoiled cream. You all hooted as he gleefully spewed a load into my mouth and I allowed it to roll down my chin and drip onto my breasts. I barked like a dog as I obediently let all of the men feel my breasts and stick fingers in my ass and pussy. I am beyond hope as I bawl tears into my shower, thinking of the way I trotted into the men’s room with you and you made me lap your shitty asshole clean. I begged for just a little more nose candy and you pissed on me and kicked me to the floor.
My hand slides down to my pussy and I begin to rub my clitty. Images run through my mind of the abuse and humiliation. I crave it, just as much as I crave the drugs. Being treated like shit turns me on and makes my pussy drip. I’ll never stop being the town whore and allowing men to use me. I slide to the shower floor with the force of my orgasm, my pussy pulsating. I need some dick so bad right now. Maybe after this shower, I’ll head over to the truckstop and see if I can pick up a few bucks blowing truckers. Then time for my daily fix and a few drinks. Life is never boring when you’re a trailer trash whore.
Tag: toilet sex
Dirty, white trash whore
Use me as a Toilet.
I’ve a little something “special” for you. How about a hot, willing mouth ready to drink your piss and lick your filthy asshole. Spread those butt cheeks, lover, and let me smell the secrets within. I see some sticky poop and bits of toilet paper stuck to your puckered shit squirter. Allow me to be your toilet tissue and expertly clean up that mess. And while I’m at it, how about a prostate massage? Oh, you didn’t use an enema first? That’s ok. I love the anal leakage and when I pull my shitty finger out of your cesspool, I’ll just suck it clean.
Maybe you prefer a toilet. Golden showers, anyone? I’ll suck your dirty cock dry and let you finish off by emptying your full bladder right into my eager mouth. I love kidney lemonade and the feel of the warm yellow burst in my mouth. If my mouth overflows, just piss all over my face and tits. I will beg for more.
I do as I’m told and I need a man who will always put me last. Allow me to clean up any mess. I’ll even suck your cock after you fucked a woman on her period. I’m a skanky ‘ho and I’ll do anything to keep you coming back for more.
Dirty Dumpster Slut
I just had to fucking piss so bad. The line at the bar was three miles long and I knew my bladder couldn’t hold a six pack’s worth of beer. I had to get somewhere quick. The fire exit was propped open to let in some cool air. This overcrowded dive smelled like dirty balls and cheap aftershave.
I lingered in the back alley looking for a private spot. It was creepy and dark and I saw a rat scurry by. My piss had already made a wet spot on my panties. Soon I’d be forced to throw them away.
Fuck it. I didn’t care if anyone saw me. I went to the far corner of the dumpster and squatted. I moaned audibly as the piss hit the pavement and splattered on my ankles. It felt so damn good that I didn’t see the pair of feet on the other side.
The urine was still bubbling from my pussy fountain when he walked into view. He was a tall shadow in a dark place, but I couldn’t stop the runaway bladder flow that was making a river running towards him. As he watched me, I saw that he held his cock and it was huge. “Don’t stop.” he whispered. “Pissing turns me on.”
Knowing that he was so horny whetted my own perverted appetite and I got into my role. “Why doncha come over here and fuck me while I pee, then.” I saw his white teeth smiling and I knew he was interested. I stood up, clenching my urine flow off, and bent over the foul, smelly dumpster. He grabbed both of my hands and placed them on top of the trash receptacle as he probed with his cock for my piss hole. He hit home with the second stroke and began a furious fuck-beat on my cunt.
“Give it to me, dumpster whore. Piss on me.” he hissed. I let loose with my urethra, gushing hot bladder-cum all over his shaft. He was bathed in the yellow juice that he craved. We both went crazy, pounding, coming, and pissing. I felt his own bladder fill me to the hilt, washing out the cum that he had dumped there, while my own piss baptized his fuck-meat.
As I walked away, I felt a gush of cummy-piss ooze down my inner thigh. Time for some more beer. Gotta keep the piss flowing when you party like I do!!
‘Til next pee-pee break,
Your dumpster whore, Aurora.