Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Kaylee whispers, her cheek pressed against the table. “Oh shiiiit.”
But the dirty girl always gives me what I want. Her inner ring of muscle relaxes a bit, and soon, I’m able to get past her sphincter, and deep into her back passage. A low growl emanates from my chest.
“You’re so tight,” I rasp. “So fucking small, and taking it all just like a professional.”
The girl from the trailer park merely moans, as she reaches two hands back to pull her creamy cheeks apart, giving me deeper access.
“This is all yours,” she wails. “Fuck my butt, Mr. Connery.”
With that, the filth begins. I’m slipping and sliding in and out of her asshole like a crazed man. She’s moaning and crying, taking every inch of my hardness as she squirms on the table. But the excitement is too much. Within minutes, both of us have lost control, and I sink one more time into that giant bubble butt before spilling my seed in hot blasts.
“Fuuuuuuck!” comes my bellow. “Oh shit!”
Kaylee merely pumps her sphincter, sucking the seed in deep as her asshole goes wild, the ring hugging me tight.
“Mmmm,” is her musical moan. “Yes, Elliot. Yes, yes, yes!”
But I’m not done yet. With a swift movement, I pull my member from her bottom and slip it into her pussy with a hard, fast stroke. The beautiful girl arches her back and cries out, welcoming the penetration.
“Ohhh,” she moans. “Yessssssss.”
With that, our encounter finishes and we collapse on the hard surface. The curvy girl is hot, spent, and so slutty, bent over the table with my enormous rod buried inside. But I love it so much, and can’t wait to get to know this girl from the trailer park even more.
6
Kaylee
Tonight’s assignment is just big enough so that Rebecca booked both me and Olly. Fortunately, Rebecca’s not actually on the job with us, so instead of splitting up, we’re dividing each room in half. This way, we get to talk while we work. It makes things a lot more bearable.
“How is your paper coming along?” Olly asks, pushing her hair out of her face. Her forehead is damp with sweat. Scrubbing floors is a good workout, even if neither of us ever manages to lose weight from it.
“It’s coming along. I started it on Saturday, so I have a couple paragraphs down on paper.”
Olly grins.
“I’m so proud of you, girl!”
I roll my eyes.
“It’s only a couple paragraphs, Olly. I still have the entire paper to go.”
My friend just bobs her head excitedly.
“No seriously Kaylee, this is a huge step for you. I wasn’t expecting you to have anything yet. I was prepared to give you more shit about it.”
I roll my eyes with mirth.
“Well, you don’t have to because starting is the hardest part. Now that I’ve gotten a few thoughts down, I don’t think finishing is going to be that difficult.”
My friend’s head bobs again.
“My little girl is growing up,” she says with fake sniffles while wiping at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”
I roll my eyes.
“Stop acting like my mom. Or actually, Coralie never acts like this.”
Olly stops in her tracks.
“I know, ugh. What’s Coralie up to these days?”
Olly knows all too well about my mom’s personality. I contemplate telling her about the proposed threesome with our disgusting neighbor Humphrey but then think better of it. It’s too horrifying to even share with my best friend.
“Coralie’s okay,” I say. “Same old, same old.”
Olly makes a face.
“That means she’s lazy and hasn’t left the house for a week, right? How much pot did she smoke?”
I shake my head.
“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.”
Now it’s Olly’s turn to shake her head.
“You have to get out of there, Kaylee. I swear, you’re suffering from second-hand pot smoke at the very least. You’re basically getting high every night just by living in that trailer.”
I nod.
“I know, but I told you my secret trick. I put towels beneath the crack in my door and light that special incense imported from the Himalayas. It’s a toxin-killer. It basically neutralizes the pot smoke.”
She shakes her head.
“I doubt it. I think that Himalayan stuff is just so strong that it’s masking the vapors.”
I sigh.
“Okay, fine. What do you want me to do, Olly?”
The truth is, my friend’s not sure either. I’m stuck in a bad place currently, and don’t have many options.
“I want you to do your homework!” she chirps with a smile.
I merely smile back, a little sad.
“I know, I know. We’ll figure a way out of here. Someday.”
We’re both quiet for a moment, scrubbing away at our client’s office. The place is nice, but it’s nowhere near as fancy as Elliot’s set-up. This office is more homey, with worn furniture and a scarred wooden desk, although I have seen a few first editions on the shelves.