I NEED TO FIND A GIRL LIKE THESE TWO

There is NO SCAT in this story - maybe dirty ass-licking but no actual shit!

Name’s Daisy. I’m a teenage hooker. A teenage dirtbag, literally.

See, the punters I choose are the filthy laborer types, young fit guys who hardly ever wash (‘specially when they know they’ll be seeing me soon).

I like ‘em fit-bodied, sweaty, stinking. Some of ‘em even dress special for me. They know what I like, what turns me on so they’ll wear underwear they use as cumrags, they’ll wear the jeans they use to piss into while they have a good wank or a squeeze-off into them. If they ever wash, they know not to wash for a few days before they plan on seeing me.

I live in a trailer. It’s a pretty small one, very old, and def not pretty to look at.

Inside I set the atmosphere for my guys. I never clean up, there’s empty been cans and liquor bottles, some empty and some half cunsumed littered about along with cig butts and the occasional used condom (some guys insist on using condoms - I can’t understand why?)

At one end of my cramped living space is a makeshift bar with plenty of liquor, shots, bowls of prepared weed and when I know who’s coming there’ll be lines of coke prepared and ready for the party.

My day never starts til midday when I wake up. I take a look around the place to see if I can remember what went on the previous night. Sometimes there’ll be one or two punters laying about the place ----- off the booze and coke-fuelled night they just had. Naked, of course, and usually streaked with the bodily fluids they’ve picked up from the orgy of the night. Sometimes I’ll get down with the guy and start licking his cock to wake him/they up. If I’ on my own I’ll feel between my legs and scoop some filth out of my cunt. I love to smell the fingers of that hand while I frig myself off with the other. Sometimes I’ll roll over and scoot down the filthy black sheet on the bed (never washed, of course) til I find the stuff that’s leaked out of me overnight. I love to cum with fingers thrumming in my cunt while I wipe my face in the pool of jizz that’s leaked out during the night, sniffing and then finally licking at it, wiping my face in it til I have a beautiful cum.

Sometimes I’ll find a skidmark of cockcheese where it’s been wiped off on its way to find my cunt or my mouth. I ‘specially love to find those glistening, slimy threads and if I do, I’ll save them for my final cum.

“Cockcheese or smegma is the slut’s caviar,” I was told a long time ago by someone very close to me. She was a hooker too and she knew what she was talking about when it came to anything to do with pleasing punters and earning a good buck or two.

“If a guy’s giving you his cheese then that’s a privilege, he might have saved that up ‘specially for you so appreciate that and let him know you appreciate it. You lick it nice and slow, see? Don’t rush and tilt your head on one side, look up at him while you swirl your tongue around the tip, under the head where the rich stuff is. Let him see your tongue and lips coated with his gift.

“And, girl, NEVER waste it by swallowing. One you have the full taste in your mouth you can either let it drool out of your mouth over your tits and belly. Some guys like you to skin the foreskin right back and drool it back right where it came from, then close the foreskin back, ready for him to fuck you. Or if you’ve got another sluts company that night he may slide his way over to her and watch while she suckles it off of him.

“So DON’T WASTE IT! Some guys like an explosive spitting of it right over their cock and balls.

“And there are those ‘specially filthy guys that like you to kiss them with their own crud. They’re the best, those guys and you’ll get the best tips and returns from them.

“Some punters even like to watch you licking another guy’s smeg and they’ll grab you and lick the other guy’s smeg off of your face and out of your mouth, they won’t waste it either, they’ll spit it out over their bellies or their cocks.

“A lot of guys want to shit on you, on your cunt or in your mouth. I’ve never been one to like shit. Not saying it wasn’t good at the time but you can’t get the smell off of you afterwards and likely you wont get no work the next day, so watch out for that one.”

Yes, I have a lot to thank mom for, she taught me well.

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I reconnected with an old friend through a job we both worked and it set into motion one of the hottest times of my life. During this time im 37. After getting along so well he asks me to roommate with him in his double wide that is sitting on 10 acres of land.  He is 41, His girlfriend, 43, of several years also lives there and so does his tween daughter. So his da7ghter had come up to the workshop when we pulled Saturday shift.  I was around her a year prior to moving in and she was familiar with who I was. Now the rooming situations were that he and his old lady (who was built like a linebacker pit bull and ignorant as a bag of rocks) have their bedroom in the front near the entrance then you walked through the kitchen into a living room and his daughters room was more like a extension of the livng room and the trailer has a  large glass wall dividing the living room wnd her room and thatbwall imitatined French lattice windows where you could see into her ro9m. Directly outside her door was my barn door style entrance to my room that i was renting at the end cap 9f the trailer, furnshed and with a private full bath. So settling in was intresteing because I use and parTy. His girl is so dufuking cute and small and tight and adorable and she latches onto me for attention several weeks after becoming comfortable around me since her father is normally busy also getting high.  The daughter is enrolled in cheer and gymnastics so in my freetime around tyenhouse im constantly being hounded by this sweet faced 75lb brunette girl who decides im cheer coach. Now im taking a knee and lifting her up by her feet so she can practice balancing. My friend likes the friendship we develop and encourages the behavior. I then have to sit through handstands and cart wheels and dance routines and im acting un engaged and slightly annoyed but inside  I am having intense visions of co platelet destroying this perfect u touched treasure. She would have me throw her onto my bed in the covers and I would fantasize how it would be if I snatched her up tied and bound and gagged the little tart and instead would throw her onto my bed with a raging hard on in a circumstance she didn't quite understand the gravity of just yet. Never the less I was having g my fun each night l8ghting up high as giraffe pussy and furiously masterbatingnto these thoughts. I would sneak into the kitchen and listen to my friend and his live in fuck for a while and they seemed very vanilla no verbal domination or submission in fact I do t think they ever explored that stuff. Now there came a night we're his daughter had come home and was found to be bullying other girls at school and also receiving bad marks and after dinner she was t9 be disciplined. I bee lined to my room and the family went to their room. She was sentenced to 10 spankings with the belt. Oh my god when I heard her beg for mercy up until that still quiet ⏸️ that erupted into  yelps and screams from the crisp contact of leather on s9ftnskin got me harder than i had ever been and i vowed to install a camera to gather footage and watch it for my personal enjoyment and horniness  the next chance I got. N6 weeks passes and still she is fucking up and I have the stage set. When I got to the footage it's her being directed by dad to undress from her shorts. The cute little rear end wiggles out of its denim prison and she has on mickey mouse graphic panties. Next thing she is being ordered to also m lower that article of cloth and the most perfect tiniest hoiney emerges from that damn mouses facade. Her mound is exquisite but only briefly shown as she 8s doubled m over the edge 9fnthe bednwith that shapely the little athletic ass blinked out. Then co es the pleading and looking back to her father and thatbdeo8cous anxiety wrought on her face and in her eyes. Blows land and she is snsqueezing her eyes shut and balling her little fist together and sticking her arms straight away behind her.while shuddering after each impact bracing for her father's next stroke. Omg what a scene to behold. So that becom3s a corner stone in my spank bank and lives goes on. Weeks pass and the my roommates gf has her birthday come up and they lay a surprise chaperone upon me while they head to Oklahoma to gamble. Ho-lee=fook next thingni know I'm in charge of the daughter and two m of her cheer girlfriends maybe over night depending on the substance intake. I'll continue with more soon. 

A ex-boyfriend recently talked to a new girl on plenty of fish and told her she was the sexiest girl he had talked to in a long time. We just broke up two days ago. So my question is is she that much prettier than I am? Who is sexier? Brunette (left) or hippie (right)

I had sex with my ex, and it was the best sex I ever had.

To put this into perspective, we dated during my senior year of hs, he was three years older (everything legal), and he was my first. I waited for the right one, what can I say, and he was all that, and he kind of jump started my sexuality. It is enough to say, that he was the most exciting part of my sexual life, no man after him came even close, and after he left me, for another girl, I was devastated.

I had a total of two men after him, a short term relationship with a guy at college, and then my ex husband, with whom I shared ten lovely years, before we split. Neither of them was capable of fulfilling my sexual needs, that he made so wast and diverse, and in the end, that is how I ended up in a place like this one.

Now, to the deed, we met at an event my employer organized, and he was glad to see me, and we talked, and giggled, like it hasn't been 20 years. We both knew something will happen, even though I saw his ring, and we did it at my place and it was wonderful. It wasn't spectacular, just a missionary, and lots of passion.

Of course, I knew that it was just a one night thing, but I can't stop thinking about him, and I can't stop feeling melancholic, confronted with the fact, that I will never find a man like him, someone who matches me the way he does.

I know this is not super exciting, but I felt the urge to share.