Trashy 01
By : DickThePimp
Celebrating The Trashy Lifestyle... And Trashy Fucking At Its Finest... And Trashiest... Simple Enough... Totally Fake... Pure Fantasy Fiction... Read It Anyway... And Fuck A Trashy Bitch... You'll Dig It
All Hail Trashy Sex... And Bitches
"How can I fuck his mom? From what I hear, she's the best fuck on the planet. I gotta get in there, dude."
"Kelly loves to flirt. Everybody wants to fuck her. You just gotta get lucky, dude. Catch her in the right mood. Maybe get her drunk or something. She loves to drink and have a good time."
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DUMBASSES TALKING ABOUT???... You're talking about getting James' mom drunk so you can fuck her? She wouldn't fuck you stupid ass losers if she was totally fucking wasted ten times over. HA! Fucking idiots."
"Ummm... I... I mean we.... Uhh..."
"Yeah. I mean... you know..."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Stay away from Kelly, assholes. I can TELL James about your fucking idea and he can beat both your lame asses. Or maybe he'll get Big Dave to do it. Not even waste his time on you two dorks. HA!"
"NO...I MEAN... COME ON... PLEASE... NO!"
"YEAH. NO. PLEASE."
"Yeah..." My chick Misha shakes her head in disgust at my boys, Spence (The King Of Queens) and Johnny. They're just two of the many, hard up, horny ass motherfuckers out there that wanna bang my mom Kelly (Kelly Madison). Mom's got a rep as a big time party girl... and she does love to flirt and fuck... so everybody thinks that means that she'll fuck them. She fucks who she wants. When she wants. How she wants. That's up to her.
Misha's going kinda hard on my buddies, mainly cause they get on her nerves, and she really loves to bust balls. So, it's fun to her. She knows mom's a party chick. Misha is my best friend, so she's always looking out for me and stuff. I appreciate it. I really do. I just don't make a big deal outta Spence and Johnny wanting to fuck mom. All my friends wanna fuck her. Everybody in the neighborhood does. I take it as a compliment. It's the same way with my girlfriends. If a bunch of dudes... and chicks... wanna fuck them too... which they do... it's a compliment... and a turn-on.
Hell... I'm dating a porn star. Gianna Michaels. Dudes everywhere wanna bang her out, so, like I said, it's a turn-on.
Speaking of mama...
"Oh my God, doll. Oh my God!!!" Harry's smokey grin gets smokier... and bigger. Dudes laid back in his chair behind his big ass oak desk, puffing hard on a fat ass stogie... shooting his dick cream into the most awesome mouth in the history of mouths... my mom's.
"Oh yeahhhhhh. Drink it all, my dear. Such a sweet, sweet lady. Ahhhhhhh." Harry's super horny, 78 year old smokey smirk is on full blast... just like his fat, old, wrinkled ass dick.
Mom's long blonde haired head is bobbing steadily in his fat lap.
"There..." Mama stands up and wipes the corners of her mouth. "You better get me that part, Harry."
Mom's attempting to kick start her previous acting career again, so she decided to pay ol' Harry the super agent a visit, figuring he could help her out.
"I will, doll... I promise. Right after you take care of my son, Doug. He's a partner in the agency now, so he has to sign off on all of our deals as well." Harry shrugs his shoulders at mom. He puts his big fat dick away, and zips up. Still smoking hard on the big ass stogie.
"Oh my God. It never ends with you. Good grief." Mom shakes her head again, and hurriedly puts some more wet and creamy, cherry red lipstick on, looking in her compact, and smoothing it out perfectly.
"It's just that one last thing... I promise, doll. I really do. I mean it. You know you can trust me." Harry's sleazy/yet still funny smirk makes mom laugh, and shake her head once more, as she finishes smoothing out her newly applied, super hot lipstick. God damn, she's sexy!
Mama knows all about our old family friend, and his supposed trustworthiness.
"Yeah... Well... I better be able to trust you, Harry. You may be a famous agent and even a funny guy, but..." Mama leans over and points seriously, right at Harry, inches from his face. "I can still kick your fat ass if I want to." She throws him a bad bitch smirk. Harry knows not to try her.
"No need for violence, sweetheart. My word is my bond. I really do promise that I'll make sure you get that part in the new movie that you want... if you square things over with my son. I promise." Harry grins, smoke pouring from his mouth. He attempts to give mama a sweet, innocent look. Like I said... he attempts too. She busts out laughing.
Harry's got a big rep as not only a super agent with 50 plus years of experience "making" stars in Hollywood, but also in trying to bang every hot piece of ass that comes into his office. He's a real Weinstein-esque pervert, just a lot more likeable. Harry has the unique ability to make you laugh... and trust him on top of it, despite his reputation. Because of his likeable personality, people let him get away with stuff that would get other, similar Weinstein types canceled, or MeToo'ed. It really is amazing how much the old perv can get away with. Dude's just got that touch.
"Yeah... whatever. Where's your son's office?"
"Right down the hall, sweetheart." Harry flashes my mom another attempted sweet grin, and leans back in his chair, smoking away.
Mom grabs her purse, and heads out of his office, shaking her head again as she walks out the door. She sashays down the hall to Harry's son Doug's office. Oh, the magic of Hollywood. The casting couch magic that is. Ha.
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"Hey, Kate. Wanna beer?"
My sister Kate (Kate Upton) brushes off the middle aged dude at the bar. It's our mom's bar... Kelly's. Simple name. Hot bar. It's always packed. Mom's only part owner though. Tom is the majority owner. He's an older dude. A friend of the family... like Harry. That's where the comparisons end though.
Tom's 68. Really good looking and charming. A real chill dude. Chicks dig him. Mom certainly does. He's a good boss. He let's mom do what she wants. Mom's the manager of the bar. She definitely knows how to bring in the customers, dude. Once they peep those all natural 34FF titties... they're hooked... and buying. She's always wearing tight, low cut tops, and, she's been known to flash those super perfect melons to nice customers from time to time... or just when she's in a happy mood. Which is pretty much all the time. Tom's a smart dude. Let mom do her thing, and sit back and count the dollar signs. Ha.
"Hey, Kate. You seen James around?" Our blonde, baby sister Kaia... she's 19... walks up to the blonde goddess sitting at the bar, and asks. Kaia's going to town on her bubblegum, chewing hard and blowing bubbles.