Category: Economic

The Panty Thief

Crazy Ken had a serious problem. That’s what his friends called him. And it was a fitting name. He was a black man that lived in Florida with his wife and 2 kids. He made his living selling used items at a flea market on weekends, and by supplementing his income with Social Security benefits. The flea market is where all his problems began.

He sold all kinds of used stuff. He would go garage sale hunting every Friday morning to see what kind of good finds he could pick up cheap, then sell them for a huge markup at the flea market. It seemed to work well for him initially.

He noticed a lot of used clothing items for sale at these garage sales and that ended up being one of his biggest sellers at the flea market. Until one day he stopped at his neighbour’s garage sale. She was an older woman, obese and suffering from late stage diabetes. Her house was unclean and full of trash. I guess you could say she was a hoarder.

Crazy Ken noticed she had a table full of used panties she was selling. They were giant, granny style panties. You could tell they had been white at one point, but no longer. At first he picked them up and was a little taken aback. A roach fell out onto the table! They weren’t even washed! He could see stains on them. As he moved it closer to take a better look he noticed a strong scent.

It had the ripe, musky smell of a musty, hairy vagina. The type that had probably never been trimmed in a lifetime. At first he felt his stomach knot up and almost got the urge to throw up. But then he felt his dick start to get hard. “What is going on?” he thought. He must have been standing there taking in the scent for an abnormally long time, as the old woman said “Like what you see there, boy? Ah ha ha ha ha!” She cackled with a wild grin, exposing her nearly toothless smile. “Fuck off Sharon!” Ken replied in anger.

Ken abruptly put the panties down, but he did so begrudgingly. He wanted nothing more than to rub those soiled panties all over his face. Then take his hard, black cock out and use them to masturbate until he came inside of them. This was the beginning of his addiction.

He was able to keep things under control for a long time by simply buying used panties at the flea market and at garage sales around town. Most of the time they weren’t dirty enough for him though. It satiated his desires, but it wasn’t enough to truly get him off. Not as good as that first time.

Finally his urges got the best of him. His neighbour, a young Wiccan girl named Star, had been doing her laundry outside. She was really “at one with nature” and didn’t believe in using “wasteful electrical appliances” like washers and dryers. She would bring her dirty clothes outside and wash them in a bucket of rain water, then hang them to dry.

Ken noticed her bringing out a hamper of her clothing and spied the pile of pink panties on top. He already had coveted her, since she was so young and beautiful, compared to his own obese wife. He knew he had to get a smell of those.

He watched from a distance and bided his time, waiting for her to return back inside to grab her homemade, organic laundry soap. He had to get to those panties before she washed away her scent with water and detergent. As soon as she began to move back inside, he sprang into action. He bolted across the lawn like a cheetah, scaling the rickety fence like a ninja. He seemed to only touch the top of the fence with 2 fingers as he flew overtop of it like an Olympic high jump competitor.

He grabbed a handful of clothing and retreated even faster. He had done it! His cock was so hard he felt like he was going to cum before he even got his pants undone. He ran to the bedroom of his trailer and slammed the door shut behind him. At this point his pants were down to his ankles.

He grabbed the first pair of panties and carefully inspected them, looking for any sign of dampness. He seen a tiny wet spot right in the crotch region. Before he could blink an eye he had draped them over his face like a Canadian putting on a full face mask to warm themselves the cold of winter. He adjusted them so the damp pussy area was directly covering his mouth and nose. Then he began to inhale with the intensity of a person purposely trying to hyperventilate.

Kenny didn’t even have to touch his cock. He just stood there inhaling Star’s wonderful scent, tasting her day old juices, and he began to ejaculate. His creamy, unhealthy-looking, yellow semen spewed out of his big black cock, spraying all over his bed and his night stand. It was like an untethered fire hose. His wife Crystal yelled “What the hell are you doing in there, Ken?”

Ken quickly cleaned himself up and mopped up his jizz with her panties, making sure to hide them under his bed, saving everything for another masturbation session later. If you like panty sniffing videos then check out prostitutemovies.com.

His addiction was now fully in effect. He needed new experiences and new panties, and his quest to get them became more and more dangerous. The more soiled they were, the better his orgasm was.

He had heard of a group of people in his trailer park that held gangbangs every so often. They would all get together and have anal sex with one of the trailer park wives. It was a seedy activity to say the least. Ken knew he wanted that girl’s panties. He just imagined the scents and tastes those panties would have in store for him after she put them back on, wet and sore after a night of hard assfucking and creampies from 5 or 6 unwashed men.

Ken waited for their gangbang night and creeped outside, peeking in the window like a dog who wants to come in from the cold. He watched as 6 obese strangers all took turns with the trailer park whore. All of them finished inside of her. Some in her ass, some in her pussy. Ken was feeling aroused, but it wasn’t because of watching them fuck. He was getting aroused just thinking about how he was soon going to get to enjoy those disgusting panties and all their nasty drippings.

After the last man came, the slut finished pushing out as much of the cum they left inside her pussy and asshole as she could into her toilet, then she reached for her panties and put them on.

His target was in sight, now he just needed to figure out how to get his prize. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. He continued to watch as she eventually passed out on her couch with the TV going. All that lit the room was the soft glow of the TV, still on at a low volume with Dog The Bounty Hunter reruns playing on the giant CRT.

He walked right in the front door, being as silent as possible with his cat-like reflexes. She was a bigger girl and her panties were buried deep inside her enormous pussy. He didn’t think he could pull them off of her without waking her. So he improvised.

He moved his face close to her vagina, and began to deeply inhale. He needed to bask in that scent. He wanted it so bad he could almost taste it. It wasn’t enough though. He needed that taste in his mouth. The soiled cotton, the warm, mysterious liquids. It was the nectar of the Gods. His tongue lashed out like an iguana going after a fly. Success! He tasted the foul concoction. His senses were overloaded. He was about to cum!

Then….Smash! Someone clobbered him over the head. Before he went unconscious he had just enough time to turn around and see who knocked him out. It was a competitor from the flea market that lived across the street in an old garden shed. Joshua. He had been watching Crazy Ken the entire time. The last thing he seen was Joshua smiling down at him with his green teeth exposed in a toothy grin. “Not in my trailer park, bitch!”

The next morning Ken woke up in a jail cell. Charged with sexual assault and trespassing under cover of night. He was now going to be labelled a sex offender for the rest of his life. He thought to himself, “if only I hadn’t smelled that first set of panties from my neighbour Sharon’s garage sale, none of this would have happened.”

The image of his toothless, obese neighbour appeared his mind, as fresh as day. He could still hear her cackling in her blind, diabetic state. And he could still smell those filthy panties. Oh, how he could smell them. He closed his eyes and began to smile.

“Oh heck,” he thought to himself. “What’s one more time going to hurt?” He took out his penis and began to masturbate in his jail cell, as tears poured down his cheeks.

From Street Whore To High End Escort – Sarah’s Journey

Sarah had a tough life. Her father was in prison when she was born. She grew up on food stamps in the mean streets of Detroit. Her mother had an endless stream of black men visiting her. It took a few years before Sarah figured out what they were there for. She didn’t get to have a normal upbringing. Instead of playing, she was going on runs to the drug store to buy bulk packs of condoms for her mother.

The only thing she had to pass the time was the TV. Her mother always had porn on because of her clients, so that is what Sarah watched. She became star struck with Jenna Jameson. She seen the glamorous lifestyle she lived. Big mansions, fur coats, diamond rings. It was like something out of a fairytale. She decided that is what she wanted in her life. She wasn’t going to lie on her back getting fucked by homeless street thugs in abandoned houses with the copper ripped out of the walls, like her mother did. She knew that when she turned 18, she was going to make her journey to Los Angeles and become a high end escort and porn star, getting fucked for money by celebrities and millionaires. And her journey began the day of her 18th birthday.

She stole some of her mother’s money from that day’s clients and got herself a bus ticket. She was off on her journey and nothing was going to stop her. She didn’t have enough money to buy a ticket that would get her all the way to Los Angeles, so she had to make several stops along the way to earn some more money.

It’s surprising how much money she was able to make in bus stop bathrooms. All she had to do was hang out inside the men’s washroom and wait for a lonely looking guy to walk in. A soft “hello” and a caress of their hand was usually all it took. She would lead them into the closest stall and get down on her knees, unzipping their pants to unleash their throbbing, sweaty cocks. You can see videos of men getting sucked off in public washrooms at prostitutemovies.com.

The places were always filthy. She would be kneeling on urine-soaked floors beside unflushed toilets, but she did what she had to do to make her money. In the first week she had already lost count of how many loads she had swallowed. She had mastered her gag reflex and could basically handle any sized member that was placed in her mouth. The taste of unwashed cock was initially hard for her to handle, but it eventually became like second nature to her.

In some of the remote areas she ended up at, the bus terminals were often empty inside. She quickly learned she could go outside and walk around the parking lots, looking for truck drivers. It was actually a nice step up from the washroom stalls, since most of them had nice trucks with a bed in the back for their long haul trips. She just had to avoid the trucks that had the “no lot lizards” stickers on their windows. She didn’t have much money for food, so she would usually hit them up for a hot coffee and some fries after she was done swallowing their loads. She needed something to get the taste of cum out of her mouth. It was tough, but she was so dead set on getting to Los Angeles that she was able to just turn her mind off and go through the motions. It was almost like she was a robot, programmed to suck fat trucker cock.

It took her 3 weeks but she finally made it to Los Angeles. She walked through the streets and it felt like she was in heaven. So many beautiful people were walking around. The weather was sunny and hot. Luxury cars drove by her as she took it all in. She was finally where she wanted to be. Now she just had to execute the second part of her plan: how to get into the high end sex industry.

New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Final Chapter

John knew it wouldn’t be so easy to take over the Yankee territory. They had already caught wind of his battle with the Backstreet Thugs and there was no way his men would fall for the same trap. John was going to have to fight this time. He loaded up his people with all their new weapons and equipment and began the assault on the Yankee brothel. White, bald men wearing Doc Martens were out front with machine guns. The gunfire rang out and bodies fell everywhere. Hookers lay dead and dying as the Aryans fought back with a vigor John had not anticipated. They made it inside at quite a cost. Half of his army of hookers had been wiped out. But just as many Yankees bodies were piled up as well. One of the Yankees came at John from behind with a bayonet-equipped rifle.

The Giant leaped inbetween John and the attacker just in time. But the Giant took the bayonet in the heart and knew he wasn’t going to make it. He dropped to his knees and grabbed John’s hand. He placed a pager in it and said “Take this. You will know what to do. It is the only way.” John had no idea what he was talking about, but he took the pager and continued the assault on the Yankee hooker stronghold.

Hours of gunfire passed. The dead continued to pile up on both sides. The Yankees leader was barricaded in his office. He wouldn’t come out. They were both down to their last men and women. John remembered the pager. But what could it mean? He pressed the number on the device and hoped it would be of some help.
As the battle continued he realized his page had been received. A tiny figure entered the battlezone. She looked like an angel walking across the fields of dead. It was Hoowanneka, the little elk. She was completely naked and appeared to have a glow around her. As she crossed the piles of dead the gunfire slowly quieted. People were in such awe of this hooker’s beauty that they dropped their weapons and began masturbating.

As she approached the office doors, the sounds of steamy, hot ejaculate could be heard hitting the floor. Men were cumming, other women hookers were squirting. Everybody was releasing their warm bodily fluids over and over again at the sight of the Indian beauty. Suddenly the office doors slid open with the sound of screeching metal. Out stepped the Aryan leader. He had been watching from inside his office and he too was amazed at the beautiful 19 year old hooker. He walked out of the office with nothing on but his KKK hood. His large white penis was covered in Vaseline. He had already been masturbating for quite some time.

He approached Hoowanneka, his penis in his hand and yelled at her to “Suck it!” She dropped to her knees and took his veiny cock in her wet mouth. This was John’s chance to strike. He needed to take out the Yankee leader while he was distracted. But John too, found the sight of the Indian girl too much to handle. His cock was throbbing hard and he began masturbating while he watched her pleasure the Yankee leader. John came, and fell to the floor exhausted from the battle and everything that had transpired. He had lost, unable to finish his task.

Suddenly the Aryan leader screamed with pleasure. “I’m cumming!” he shouted. He blasted his hot goo all over Hoowanneka’s face, covering her brown skin with creamy white cum. She just sat there and let him expel all his spunk on to her perfect, innocent face. After the last drop fell from his penis, so did the Aryan leader. He hit the floor with a loud thud and lied motionless on the ground. Her blowjob had been too much for him and his heart exploded at the exact same time he ejaculated.

The battle was over. The Yankee leader was dead. The Giant’s final words saved the battle for John. He was now the new leader of all the New York prostitution gangs. He took Hoowanneka as his wife. He could finally say he had made something of himself. He was no longer Daddy’s little leech. He was the King of New York.

New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Part 5

John was the new leader of the Indians and was already seeing the benefits of that acquisition. New prostitution money was rolling in and his team was getting more and more powerful. He had taken on the Giant, which was the new nickname John had given him, as his right hand man and had even forgiven him for his transgressions against Dakota. He made him promise never to beat another prostitute again or he would meet the same fate as Chief Baseball Cock.

The Backstreet Thugs had learned of the change in power and Tyrone Biggums was planning a preemptive strike against John. Luckily for John his new Indian women hooking on the street forewarned him about this and he was well prepared. He had quite the surprise in store for Tyrone and his gang of black thugs.

It was midnight and Tyrone had put his plan into motion. His men approached the Indian stronghold where John had setup his new headquarters. They were armed with guns, knives, bats, swords and everything else they could get their hands on. The did a frontal assault and kicked the door in, ready to start shooting the place up. As the dust settled and the lights turned on, all they could see waiting for them was about 50 squaws all lying facedown on the ground on their hands and knees with their bare asses up in the air, glistening pussies exposed and already wet with anticipation. John had decided to fight them with a new type of warfare. Sexual warfare.

The black thugs could feel their cocks getting hard as the Indian whores all began to do the booty clap in unison, like a well-trained precision swimming team. Clap, clap, clap, clap. Their ample butt cheeks were slapping together and the room filled with the smell of wet pussy. As the booty clapping intensified the thugs dropped their weapons, and began taking off their pants, exposing their hard, black cocks. They all seemed to have 10 inch or bigger dicks. As John watched from the safety of his office security cameras, he thought to himself “I guess what they say about black men is true.”

The black gang, now so horny with lust, approached the native hookers ready to plunge their throbbing black dicks into their inviting, wet pussies. As the men began fucking the women, the moans of pleasure grew louder and louder. Black cock was entering red-skinned pussy and the room filled with the stench of sex and ass. Suddenly, there was a blood-curdling scream. One of the thugs fell over in agony, clutching his crotch. Blood spilled out onto the floor. The native American whores were booby-trapped. Traditional 19th century Indian metal wolf traps had been strategically placed into their pussies. One of the women stood up and pulled a severed penis out of her pussy. “Get ‘em, girls!” She shouted. Suddenly the room filled with the sound of metal clamping shut and the yells of anguish of the black thug gang.

The floor filled with pools of blood and severed penises lay everywhere. The entire army of the Backstreet Thugs bled out on the floor of the Indian stronghold. John’s plan had worked perfectly, with the help of the Giant and his handcrafted wolf traps.

Now there was only one more hooker territory for John to take over. The Yankees.

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New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Part 4

John was speechless. He had never seen such a beautiful young specimen working as a hooker before. He was ready to nut in his pants before he had even undressed. In all the excitement he had completely forgotten to take any of his Viagra that day. Yet his cock was still throbbing with all the power of 1000 subwoofers. His head felt like he was going to explode with so much of his blood rushing to his veiny penis. He had to quickly remember why he was there in order to keep from cumming right on the spot. He needed to find out where Chief Baseball Cock was hiding and take him out, then get out without getting killed by his giant Indian bodyguard.

John dropped his trousers and displayed his hard cock for the young prostitute. It was glistening with sweat and you could really see all the veins bulging and throbbing with every beat of John’s heart. Hoowanneka’s eyes grew as big as saucers. He could tell she was impressed with the size and girth of his man meat. She took John’s tool into her mouth bareback and easily slid the massive 9 inches of cock all the way down her throat. Even though she was young, she had the experience of a 40 year old street whore. She didn’t even gag at the 9 inches, even though it had to have been tickling her tonsils and blocking off her air passageway. John held her by her long, black hair and began to facefuck her. She slobbered all over his pulsing penis and saliva was dripping all over the floor. John was about to cum but first he needed to ask her one question. “Where is Chief Baseball Cock?”

She stopped sucking and said “Why do you need to know that? Did I do something wrong?” He could tell she had fear in her eyes. Chief Baseball Cock was a brutal master and all his prostitutes feared the wrath of him and his giant. “No, you are perfect.” John said. “I just need to talk to him about a business deal.”
She told him he was upstairs in his office, but that he shouldn’t go up there. John smiled and said “Enough talk” and shoved his rock hard cock back in her beautiful mouth. He pumped her with the force of a thousand suns and screamed in pleasure as he finally exploded into the tiny 19 year old’s mouth. She sucked and sucked trying to get every last drop out of his shaft.

John’s legs quivered as he left the room, still weak from such an amazing blowjob. He knew he had to act quickly. He made his way up the stairs and peeked into the Chief’s office. He was nowhere to be seen. But his baseball bat was sitting on his desk. Then he heard a toilet flush. Chief Baseball Cock was just finishing taking a shit in the washroom. As he seen the washroom door begin to open, John sprinted for the bat. He picked it up just as he made eye contact with the Chief. “Who the fuck are you, white man?” barked the Chief.

“I’m your replacement.” whispered John. Years of pent up anger and feelings of inadequacy all rose to the surface. John snapped and began beating the Chief in the face with his own weapon. Teeth flew across the room. Blood-stained feathers floated through the air. He had done it. The Chief was dead. John was the new leader of the Indians. But as he heard footsteps behind him he realized he had forgotten one thing. The giant. He turned around and seen the 7 foot monster standing behind him breathing heavy. His legs were the size of tree trunks. There was no way John could beat this man in a fair fight, even with the Chief’s blood-stained bat. Then came the words out of the giant’s mouth. “You new boss?”
John breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes.” he said. “And we have work to do. We’re taking over the Backstreet Thugs territory, And you’re going to help me do it.” The giant smiled and said “Yes boss.”

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