Trailer Trash Tycoon - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Oil tycoons have lots of oil. A Trailer Trash Tycoon has... You get the idea. Leo is happy to let many young single moms live in his trailer park, if they're desperate enough to pay rent with their bodies. To explain the cover picture, what's more 'Trailer Trash' than a heavily pregnant woman with a black eye, riding a motorcycle? In chapter 3, Ron and his ladies from "Fang of Control" join the trashy fun.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa ft/ft Mult Coercion Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches Incest Brother Sister Father Daughter DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts Smoking Prostitution Illustrated
My mate Ron’s best friend Leo was handsome, muscular, and the taller of them by half a foot. He owned the trailer park, and a penis much thicker and fifty percent longer than Ron’s six inches. He was a good lover, but Ron was great, amazing! It was easy to smell Leo had twice the testosterone-fueled masculinity of most men, but Ron STUNK of overpowering male-ness. Both were in love and lust with me. By the end of our third day there, most of the twenty other women in the trailer park were in love with me, too.
One of the rare exceptions was Kelly. The hot, chesty, and very slutty redhead was afraid of me and kept her distance. From her aroma, Ron gave her twat at least three doses, and put more in her ass. I could even see a bit of it dried in her hair and on the side of her neck. She was staring at him, slowly licking her lips, and obviously eager for more. Since she was at the most fertile point of her cycle, I was confident she already had one or two of his babies in her.
Sick and disgusting, but my main competition for Leo’s attention was his SISTER Vanessa! Instead of paying for rehab, she gave a plastic surgeon close to six figures. I had no doubt that if the buxom bimbo fell forward, her bountiful fake boobs would bounce her back onto her feet.
She was a little past thirty, but could easily pass for nineteen, maybe even a ridiculously overstacked girl of sixteen, if she wore her long blonde hair in pigtails. The signs were subtle but I could tell she had surgery on her nose and ears, to make them the size of a middle schooler’s. They did more to improve her appearance than her mostly plastic head sized honkers.
My nose wasn’t quite good enough to tell if the pot she’d smoked two days before was laced with peyote or psylocibin, definitely one of them, but a slight bit of the odor still hung on her, like the cheap gin she drank the same day.
The drugs and booze made her mellow, silly, and stupid. Still, if she didn’t drive or hurt anyone, relaxed and stupid was fine with me. Thankfully, my acute sense of smell also informed me she was sterile. Ron didn’t mind drinking, but her tainted weed and fake body turned him off nearly as much as her daughter’s lineage.
I enjoyed the many times she ate my pussy as her brother fucked her, though.
We had a group picnic outdoors for supper. I could smell Ron’s cum on all but three of the women; Rhonda, Candy, and Leo’s daughter Kim. Unfortunately, in a lot of poor redneck towns, brother-sister sex or uncles and nieces fucking wasn’t rare. I felt quite bad for her. With a twisted bloodline like that, what male in his right mind would choose to breed her? For healthy offspring, she’d need one Hell of a mate! Ron looked nauseous just standing near her, but eventually I’d convince him to help the poor girl out.
At least another four ‘trailer trash’ girls had Ron’s kids inside them, too. I understood his intense lust, and powerful drive to breed all the females in his pride. That didn’t stop the jealousy or anguish it caused me. I liked watching him show off his macho charm and winning over other women, but I needed him, too! I was desperately in love with him! He was my mate! The father of the four new lives inside me! He was my world!
My unborn babies inspired me to quit smoking cold turkey only a few days after he put them in me. I loved them and would do anything to keep them safe and healthy. Now they inspired me to lay down the law, and enforce some order on Ron’s randy reproductive chaos.
The air in the trailer park didn’t just smell like damp earth and old aluminum; it smelled like pheromones and desperation, a thick, musk-heavy soup that only someone with my senses could truly map. I could taste the heat radiating off Ron, that primal, territorial musk that usually acted as a beacon, but today, it felt like a loose leash. And Leo? Leo was a different kind of heat, a steady, humming thrum of masculinity that I’d decided was far too undisciplined. Men are like dogs, they’ll run in every direction if you don’t put a fence up.
I shifted my weight, feeling the heavy, rhythmic pulse of the four little lives kicking against my ribs. They were my anchors, my source of power, and the reason why the chaos of this park needed a conductor. Ron was a glitch in the laws of nature, yes, nearly a godling, but randomly wandered from cunt to cunt. Leo was a provider, a kind and generous caretaker with a huge cock, but totally undisciplined. Between the two of them, they were just breeding machines without a blueprint. It was time to stop the haphazard scattering of seed and organize our little trailer park world.
“Ron, Leo,” I said, my voice a low, vibrating command that cut through the midday chatter of the girls on the porch. “Come here. NOW.”
They both stopped mid-laugh and jogged near me. It was a funny thing, the way their bodies reacted before their minds did. Ron’s pupils dilated. Leo’s posture stiffened. They didn’t know why, but they felt the shift in the atmosphere. I wasn’t just a woman carrying part of Ron’s legacy, I was the star they orbited.
“What’s up, baby?” Ron asked, though his voice lacked its usual cockiness. He could smell the shift in me, the scent of a predator who had just found a flaw in the herd.
“The way things are running here is wasteful, unfair, messy,” I said, stepping closer, my eyes scanning the perimeter of the park. I saw Kelly leaning against a trailer, her chest heaving, her eyes darting between the two men. “Too many random encounters. Too much wasted energy. From now on, there’s a new order to the way we enjoy ourselves.”
Leo chuckled, a nervous sound. “Order? Since when does a place like this have order?”
I reached out and gripped his ear, twisting just enough to send a shiver of submission down his spine. “Since I decided. Here is how it works: You can both satisfy your urges. You can breed every single woman in this park until they can’t walk. But there is a price. A tax.”