Intentions, Rejections, Manipulations, and Regretful Actions

The walk from Charlene’s trailer to her own was normally a quick one, but typically Akiko didn’t have a man slowing her down by fawning over her. As soon as they’d left his place, Rooster had pulled her to him and aggressively started to kiss her, his hands roaming her body.

“I love trailer park girls,” Rooster later exclaimed as his hand eventually settled on her ass while he guided her home. “Never a dull moment with you bitches.”

The old Akiko would’ve taken offense to the comment but the whore in her simply rolled with it, knowing she was being paid to provide a certain service. “Hmm, I’ll do anything you want, babe” she whispered in his ear, edging him on.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as they left his residence, the sound of Cletus and Charlene’s coupling fading behind them. “Is your daughter as big of a whore as you are?”

Akiko pondered the question as she pulled away from Rooster, clinging to him in silence as they walked the short distance to her home.

Was Kimberly a whore? The question seemed ludicrous, considering how studious her daughter was. And yet, it wasn’t that far out of the realm of possibility. Hell, even Akiko hadn’t considered herself a whore until Cletus had said something. She’d known the women living in these sort of places had a certain reputation, but she’d never considered the possibility that they would reflect her. A foolish notion now, considering how natural it had been for her to take Rooster into her bedroom for a meager sum. Could her daughter really be capable of doing the same?

“Well,” she eventually said, realizing the truth behind her daughter’s decisions six months ago. “She chose to live with me instead of moving in with her father, and normally there’s only one reason a girl would move to a place like this.” She nuzzled into Rooster’s arm, letting him guide her to their destination.

Rooster grinned, having expected nothing less. “A mother/daughter combo. That would be hot,” he said to himself, fantasizing about having the two Asian women fawning over him.

Akiko faked a giggle at his comment, open to any idea that earned her more cash. “If you can afford it. Kimberly may be a whore like I am, but she isn’t cheap. She has her college tuition to pay off.”

Rooster just smirked, seemingly undeterred by her claim. “I’ll just do like Cletus and flash some cash in her face. I’m sure we could then to some sort of arrangement.”

As it later turned out, they really couldn’t.

Kimberly had begun to suspect that her mother had found herself a client when she hadn’t arrived in time for dinner, and her suspicions were eventually confirmed when she heard Akiko’s all too familiar giggles as she later approached the abode with her John in tow. The pair had entered the trailer in spectacular fashion, with her mother’s client’s hand deep in the waistband of her shorts, groping her ass while Akiko clung to him desperately like a whore deprived of attention.

Which is what her mother was, she reminded herself. In all likelihood, her mother hadn’t seen any action since she’d left her father, so her desperation was more than understandable.

Even so, Kimberly closed her notebook, fully aware that she wouldn’t be getting any more studying done while her mother was busy with her client. With the walls as thin as they were, she’d be able to hear the slut’s moans even if she were trying her damned hardest to be as quiet as possible.

“Hey mom,” she said once they’d entered, still sitting around the trailer’s sole table.

“Hey sweetie,” Akiko returned once she’d stopped kissing her man’s face. “This is Rooster, one of our neighbors.” Rooster, the man in question, flashed her a smile and very obviously ran his eyes over her, checking her out the moment he’d entered the trailer.

“Charmed,” Kimberly said as a means of introduction, deliberately withholding her own name as she nodded at him. No doubt he already knew it.

“Wow, you’re just as beautiful as your mother,” he whistled, taking her in. “How much to share the both of you for the night?”

Credit where credit was due, at least he wasn’t beating around the bush. “How much are you offering?”

Rooster flashed her a wide grin, almost as though he’d anticipated the question. “Well, I’m already paying your mother one hundred for her services. I’m willing to double it if you’d join us.”

“One hundred dollars to sleep with you?” she said, snorting. “Please, I can make five times that offering myself to one of the frat boys on campus, never mind the fact that I’d be sharing you with my mother. Besides, I’m not on the clock tonight.”

“You’re mother told me the same thing,” he arrogantly stated, pinching her mother’s ass.

The young girl rolled her eyes, making a mental note to explain to her mother that she shouldn’t sell herself short when it came to whoring. With a body like hers, she could easily be making double what she was being paid, at least.

“Whatever,” she stated, ending the conversion. “I’ll be in my room.” She knew it wouldn’t help, but given that the two bedrooms were on opposite sides of the camper, Kimberly hoped she’d at least be able to ignore the whorish moans her mother would be faking for this asshole. At least the guys at her college had more class.

Without another word, Kimberly left her mother and her client alone, gathering her things and closing the door to her bedroom behind her.

“I told you she wasn’t cheap” she heard her mother say to what was surely a very confused man. “Come, let me make it up to you with a blowjob before we begin. Free of charge!”

Charlene couldn’t help but giggle as Cletus threw her on the mattress. Rooster, bless him, had always been a more tender lover, but she found herself enjoying being thrown around by her John. Hopefully this was just the beginning of what will be a much rougher fucking.

“Damn Charlene,” he said, briefly glancing around the small room. “Your place is cleaner than I expected.”

She followed his movements and scanned the sleeping space herself, confused. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Normally whores like you don’t care about your personal hygiene until it starts preventing you from getting laid” He said as he admired the clean room. “Where’s the cum stained mattress?”

“Who says we can’t make our own stains?” She flashed him a grin, shaking her shoulders in an attempt to entice him with her tits. “Maybe I freshened up. Maybe I anticipated having company over tonight.”

He smirked at that, climbing in bed with her. “Fuck, you’re such a good piece of trailer trash.”

“The trashiest!” She confirmed as she embraced him, pulling him into a kiss while her hand went to grab his shaft. She gave it a couple pumps because tugging, bringing it closer to her face. “Think you’ll be able to get hard for me again, babe?” Charlene asked as she gave her client’s cock a long lick, the girl hoping her tongue would bring life back to his limp dick.

While it would be pretty normal for Cletus to remain soft after his previous orgasm, she had agreed to fuck him for an additional twenty dollars. Considering she likely wouldn’t have time to find another client before Rooster returned, Charlene hoped Cletus would perform and pay up. She wanted to earn as much as she could.

“I will if you keep acting like the piece of trailer trash we both know you are,” Cletus said with a grin, smacking his friend’s wife’s naked ass as she suckled his cock. The fact that Charlene was behaving differently never even crossed his mind. As far as Cletus was concerned, all girls who lived in trailer parks had the makings of a whore within them. Or at least, that’s what living with Missy had taught him.

Charlene’s current behavior did nothing but reinforce this.

Sensing her way in, Charlene flashed him a sultry smile and propped her head with her hands, looking up at him. “Yeah? Tell me then, what should a trashy whore like me be doing to get you ready?”

He smacked her fat ass again, loving the way it rippled with every slap. “Considering it’s normal for you whores to be incapable of keeping it in your pants, I’d say you’re already well on your way there.”

His fingers left the globes of her ass and snaked their way to her pussy, finding her already wet and proving his point. He started rubbing her crotch and making her groan, Charlene cooing at the pleasurable sensations he was providing.

“But I want you hard now!” she begged between moans, grinding her crotch against his hand. She knew it made her seem **** but for a whore, desperation was just another tool to be used for satisfying her client.

Unfortunately for her, Cletus seemed content in taking his time, lazily fingering her as he lay back on the bed. For once, she wished he’d stop acting like his normal self and take a bit of initiative.

“Would it help if I called you daddy?”

That made his dick twitch. She smirked at the development.

“You liked that, didn’t you, daddy?” As she spoke, she took his cock in her hand and slowly began jacking it, feeling it harden under her touch.

The sensations **** a deep groan out of Cletus, her client extracting his wet fingers from her entrance as he leaned back, enjoying the pleasure. “Fuck,” he moaned, eyes closed. “Rooster’s such a lucky bastard, living with a whore like you Charlene. You’re miles better than Missy.”

“Does Missy not take proper care of her daddy?” she asked, watching his cock grow. Interestingly, comparing herself to Missy seemed to make him even harder.

“Not like the way you do,” he groaned. “You understand that a whore’s priority is her client’s pleasure. Normally what a whore wants doesn’t matter as long as she’s paid, but Missy’s different.”

“Sounds like Missy needs to re-educate herself on how to be a proper whore.”

It didn’t take long for her client to get hard after that. Wasting little time earning her coin, she mounted him with glee and began rocking her hips on his, fucking Cletus in earnest.

Despite knowing it was futile, Kimberley had hoped that hiding in her room would somewhat muffle her mother’s fake moans this time around. Unfortunately, it seemed Akiko had other plans, embellishing them a degree that left little doubt that her mother was intentionally screeching louder than usual for her client.

Worst, it was having its desired effect - Kimberly was incapable of focusing on her studies.

Every time, her thoughts trailed back to what she’d told her mother’s client. She’d dismissed him, bragging about how she’d be able to sell herself for a much substantial price to the guys at school, and yet here she was, left alone in her room touching herself while her mother worked hard to keep their roof over their heads.

In true whorish fashion, Kimberly’s pants hadn’t stayed on long after her mother began working. She’d heard of the stereotypes and had always thought she was holding on better than the other girls who lived in trailer parks, but the moment she heard those grunts and moans, her pants nearly demanded to be taken off.

Within seconds, they’d been flung across the room, leaving little masking her searching fingers as they found her pussy already wet with desire. By now, her homework was long forgotten, Kimberly more focusing on making her pussy sing than her grades.

Maybe she’d ask the professor tomorrow for lenance if she did poorly. After all, a whore didn’t have to ask for money in exchange for their services.

Across the trailer, her mother was building towards a crescendo; her moans becoming more and more frantic as her orgasm approached. Kimberly wasn’t far behind, her fingers expertly working her pussy as her hips buckled, her muscles tensing as the pressure built towards her climax.

But while Akiko exploded in ecstasy in the adjacent room, Kimberly paused and let hers fall short, suddenly feeling guilty.

This wasn’t fair. Not towards her, but towards Rooster. Kimberly felt the whore within her cry out, knowing that deep down, it wasn’t about what she wanted. A true whore wouldn’t haggle her prices, she’d fall to her knees as soon as her client decided how much he’d pay her. In this world, what mattered first and foremost was her client’s desires, not her own.

The facts were clear - she’d done Rooster dirty. He’d come here, wanting an Asian mother/daughter duo, and Kimberly had forbidden him of that. And for what, for her to cum on her fingers while her mother worked hard to make rent?

She pulled her fingers from her cunt, wiping her juices on her mattress. She knew it would stain her sheets but she didn’t care. If any guy had a problem with her hygeine, than he shouldn’t be fucking a girl living in a trailer park. Her fingers brushed the growing fuzz on her mound, hoping Rooster wouldn’t care that she wasn’t clean shaven, and stretched. If she was lucky, she wouldn’t need to shower off the sweat she’d worked up while running back from the station.

Not that Rooster would care. If he was fucking her mother, than he already knew what to expect from the girls in this park. Hell, her filth would probably turn him on even more.

Quickly putting on an overgrown t-shirt and an old pair of cotton panties, she gave herself a brief look in the mirror, double checking her appearance. Her hair was a mess, and her arousal was on clear display - her nipples poking through the fabric and a large wet spot already forming on the front of her underwear.

She looked disheveled, trashy, and more than ready to clock into her shift.

Taking a deep breath and hoping she hadn’t butchered her shot for an easy hundred, she left her room and made to join her mother, fully intent to rock Rooster’s world.