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The mall was a shithole, its flickering fluorescent lights buzzing like a dying wasp nest. Alex, 19, fresh off volleyball practice, strutted into the Victoria’s Secret PINK section like she was daring the world to fuck with her. Her father, Greg, trailed behind, cursing under his breath. He’d lost a stupid-ass bet—naming every goddamn Pixies song—and now he was stuck in this neon-lit cesspool of lace and cotton, his boots scuffing the grimy linoleum.Alex had just showered at the gym, her skin still slick, her hair dripping with that cheap coconut body wash that smelled like a tropical dumpster. But the shower didn’t scrub away the raw, feral energy of the court—her eyes fucking burned with it, sharp as broken glass. She zeroed in on a rack of PINK thongs, snatching a pair so goddamn skimpy they looked like they’d disintegrate if you breathed on them: hot pink, strings thinner than dental floss, with a cotton gusset that was more of a suggestion than actual fabric. “These,” she snarled, tossing them at the cashier, some dead-eyed hag who rang them up like she was already half-buried.Back home, Alex vanished into her room, the door slamming like a fucking sledgehammer. Greg collapsed onto the couch, the TV spitting static, the air in the house thick as shit, like something was breathing down his neck. He tried to shake off the mall’s sickly glow, but it stuck to him like sweat.Hours later, Alex sauntered out, her volleyball spandex shorts clinging to her thighs—black, glossy, so fucking tight they were basically see-through, the hot pink thong’s outline taunting him through the sheer fabric. She flicked something onto the living room floor: the PINK thong, crumpled, soaking wet, its strings frayed like they’d been chewed up by something alive. The cotton gusset was stained dark with sweat and grime, smeared with a yellowish muck that made Greg’s stomach lurch. The smell hit him like a punch to the face—musky, primal, a fucked-up mix of coconut body wash, volleyball court sweat, and something darker, like wet earth mixed with sweet, rotting fruit. It wasn’t just dirty; it was alive, burrowing into his lungs, making his head spin like he’d snorted something bad.Alex leaned against the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting under the flickering lights, the pink thong’s outline mocking him. Her lips curled into a smirk that screamed fuck you, her eyes glinting with something too goddamn sharp. “They’re fucking wrecked,” she said, her voice low, like she was laughing at the universe. “Practice was a bitch. Gonna need more.”Greg’s jaw clenched. “Alex, what the fuck? And where’s your goddamn homework? You think you can just skip that shit and leave your nasty-ass laundry everywhere?” His voice cracked, but his eyes were glued to the thong. The frayed strings twitched, the smell growing thicker, sweeter, pulling at something sick and wrong inside him. He wanted to scream, to throw the fucking thing out, but his body wouldn’t listen, his breath hitching as the scent clawed into him.She didn’t answer, just stood there, smirking, her see-through spandex shorts a fucking taunt. The room felt like a furnace, the walls sweating, the air pulsing with that smell—coconut, sweat, and something that wasn’t fucking human. Greg’s hands shook as he grabbed the thong off the floor, the strings slick and frayed, the gusset heavy with that rotten, intoxicating scent. He couldn’t stop himself. He brought it to his face, the smell flooding his senses—musky, sweet, metallic, like a fever dream you can’t wake up from. His mind screamed what the fuck are you doing?, but his body didn’t care.Then, rage kicked in. Alex’s smug-ass smirk, her skipped homework, the way she stood there like she fucking owned him—it was too much. He spat on the thong, a thick glob hitting the stained gusset, mixing with the wet grime. He tossed it back to the floor, cursing under his breath, thinking she hadn’t seen. But the smell didn’t fade; it got stronger, mocking him, curling around him like a noose. Alex turned and walked away, her spandex shorts glinting, leaving the thong there like a fucking landmine.The next day, Alex wore the same goddamn thong. Greg didn’t know how she didn’t notice the spit, the grime, the way it was falling apart. She strutted around in those see-through spandex shorts, the pink thong’s outline glaring through the fabric, wet and clinging like it was part of her skin. She went to volleyball practice, came back, and tossed another ruined thong on the floor—always wet, always stained, always reeking of that same sickening smell: coconut, sweat, and that sweet, decayed earthiness that made Greg’s head swim. Her smirk never faltered, her eyes glinting like she knew something he didn’t.It became a fucking ritual. Every day, Alex would shower, pull on those see-through spandex shorts, and leave a new PINK thong on the floor—wet, frayed, the strings curling like they were alive, the gusset soaked with sweat and grime. And every day, Greg would pick them up, cursing her for skipping her homework, for being such a reckless fucking mess. But he couldn’t stop himself. He’d sniff them, the smell hitting him like a musky, sweet, metallic, rotting, alive—pulling him deeper into something he couldn’t name. He’d spit on them sometimes, furious at her, at himself, but the thongs kept coming, always wet, always reeking, always there.One night, Greg stood over the latest thong, his hands shaking, the smell so thick it felt like it was choking him. Alex stood in the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting, the pink thong’s outline a fucking curse through the sheer fabric. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” she whispered, her voice echoing in his skull, layered with something that wasn’t her. The room tilted, the walls dripping, the thong’s strings writhing on the floor. “Keep sniffing, Dad. You’re already fucked

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If you like a dirty naughty story I got one for you.

last night, around 130 am and a 8 KM bike ride, yes that’s correct, that’s 1 way too lol, and add in another 2 km of bs riding around…..anyways, all day yesterday was jacking off but never came, and I thought good evening, let’s hit the streets. 

went to said location, but this time I went a little deeper into the town, where the real dirty prostitution goes on, well all kinds of things really you name it just like anywhere, it can be bad, or can be really funny, or just plain ol being a pervert and want some pussy.it was around 1245 when I got into the deeper part of the city, but let me tell you I seen some shit that almost made me wanna turn around and go home lol, but after I passed that little area, the hookers started to emerge.

the first 2 was cracked right out, just look into their eyes and they didn’t even know where they were. Hard pass for me.

the next one I seen, was from a far she started to give me that feeling, my cock was getting hard, pink pants, a fat ass, she looked about early 40s and DEFINITELY not like the first 2. I rode past her but on the other side, didn’t think anything other then I was gunna go the distance of my ride, and if anything else came up that I liked I was going to approach, and if I seen her as a last resort on the way back I’d get her.

Go up a little bit more and theirs this little blondie, maybe late 20s and looked so innconcent, couldn’t see much because of her jacket but could tell she had a sexy little body, she’s the one I wanted but stupid me I went down the wrong street and by the time I got to where she was, picked up. Figured that’s my luck sometimes but oh well. Now I was heading back up, and it was like 115 at this point.

Coming up I didn’t see anything and then from a far I seen the blonde walking away from where I seen her first, and now my dick started getting hard again.

Got closer and before I could cross into the other side of the walkway, boom, there was the pink pants chick hanging at the corner. She turns to me quicksand says hi, I said hey back in a friendly manner, literally thinking I was going to get that blonde, u til she said “ looking for a date “ ? I said ya from a little distance and said hang on.

Went down the side street and came from the back way, she was there, I was getting closer and my cock at this point was THROBBING. No hiding it, I got to her, we exchanged names, she asked me what I was looking for and I told her, I want a blowjob, but that it was going to be a bit of a different kind of blowjob, she agreed, and then I said grab my dick before we go, she grabs it and says “ wow your extremely hard “ and didn’t really take her hand away.

She then asks me “ what is this blowjob you want “ and I told her, I want to live out one fantasy of mine, and I want to do it in your mouth. Was my exact words to her.

She liked the idea, and said to me what was my fantasy, I asked her first if she liked girls, she said hell yes she was a bi sexual and loves it all.

I do confess I showed her all of my cousins, my sister, some neighbours and friends, all over 20, and I asked her which one she wanted to eat her pussy, and this was all going on while I was feeling her up, hands hard rubbing her pussy and she was rubbing my cock through my shorts, all the girls was my cousins,  I never told her the relation, she was extremely wet, she sucked my cock so hard and so fast, that when I was about to cum, she told me I couldn’t blow it in her mouth, but she jerked me off and shot the load on my phone, on my cousins face, and she buckled me, that was the greatest blowjob I ever had, I gave her my number k really hope she texts me on the weekend, I can’t stop jerking off to it now

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