Trailer Park Liz (working title) 


Liz stared with horror at the rusty double-wide that served as the management office for the trailer park.
 
She glanced at her phone for the third time to make sure she had the right address, but she already knew she was at the right place. She sighed and knocked on the door, cringing at the rattle.
 
The door was answered by a blonde girl in her mid-twenties, maybe a year or two younger than Liz. Her hair looked like it had been brushed earlier, but was in disarray now. Her rounded belly stretched the midsection of her maternity dress to its limits. Her bare feet were dirty.
 
“Yeah?” said the girl, wiping her mouth. Her chin was wet.
 
Liz took a step back, unconsciously protecting her business suit. “Are you the, um, manager…?”
 
The girl blinked, then shook her head. “Nuh-uh,” she said. She turned and looked over her shoulder. “Hey, Jack, it’s someone who wants to see the manager.”
 
Glancing past the girl, Liz saw a man zipping up his pants. “Send her in. We’re done here anyway, right?”
 
The girl blushed. “Yeah. I promise I’ll have the rent next month, ‘kay?”
 
Liz didn’t wait. She walked past the girl into the office. She heard the door close and the clapping rattle of the girl walking down the outside steps. She turned to the manager.
 
He was a couple inches over six feet and looked to be in decent shape for his age, which had to be around middle forties. The scruff on his jaw matched his dark hair. He looked like he’d been a boxer when he was younger, with muscular arms and shoulders, but soft around the middle now, which was obvious because his shirt hung open, unbuttoned. He made no effort to close it. He appeared relaxed, although he moved like a predator.
 
“Nice office,” said Liz. “It needs a coat of paint just to be upgraded to ‘dump’.”
 
The man snickered, apparently unoffended. “Welcome to Paradise Park. I’m Jack. What can I do for you?”
 
Liz pointed to his unbuttoned shirt. “Did you want to finish getting dressed? The bimbo left.”
 
Jack looked amused. “I’m dressed enough to take care of business. What do you want?”
 
Liz held up her phone. “I just got a job in town and I need a cheap place to live for a couple months while I save for something more permanent, or at least less mobile park-y. I was drawn to this picturesque community by your ad in which you mention low rent and scenic views. Imagine my surprise when I come here to find the scenic views are due to the holes in the walls.”
 
Jack shrugged. “You can see the fall colors without leaving your living room.”
 
“Funny. The hand-painted sign outside is a nice touch. Did you know you can have those things professionally done?”
 
“You’re adorable. Give the place a chance. It grows on ya.”
 
“So does mold. I can actually feel my credit score dropping just from standing here.”
 
The man chuckled and rummaged through a drawer, finally coming up with a key. “C’mon. I’ll show you the place. It’s cute, just like you.”
 
Liz rolled her eyes, but followed him out the door.
 
*****
 
            Liz shook her head. She couldn’t believe she was actually living in a trailer park, even if it was only temporary.
 
She’d had no intention of actually getting the place, but she had to admit Jack was amusing in a way, despite his abrasive manner. He even cut her a break on the first-last-security thing, which ultimately made the difference. Liz was very short on cash at the moment and couldn’t afford to go anywhere else. Not that she was going to admit that to him, or anyone else, for that matter. As far as her job knew, she was moving into a downtown studio apartment.
 
Liz had already met a couple of her neighbors. Next door was an ethereal blonde airhead who went by the name of Petal. She’d given Liz a handful of incense and offered to do her horoscope. Liz had politely declined and made a mental note to avoid the weird chick.
 
And moments after that, a dark-haired woman in her early thirties and dressed in tight leather had pulled up on a motorcycle. She said her name was Raven, she was glad to see some fresh meat in the trailer park, and that Liz should come over for a proper welcome. Liz flushed at the memory. Raven hadn’t been subtle in her invitation.
 
Liz shook her head. This stupid trailer park was surreal. She couldn’t wait to get to work.
 
And speaking of her job, it was time to get to bed. She had to be up early for work. But first she needed a shower. She felt dusty after spending the last part of the day moving her stuff into her temporary trailer home.
 
The ad had called the place ‘intimate’, but to Liz, it was just small, and that applied to the bathroom as well. At least there was enough room for her to undress. She dropped her clothes to the floor and then reached in to turn on the shower.
 
She turned the knob, but nothing happened. She tried again, pushing the knob around and spinning it, without effect.
 
“Son of a BITCH!” she said, grabbing her clothes and storming out of the bathroom, her stomping footsteps echoing throughout the metal trailer. She grabbed her phone and hit a button.
 
*****
 
“Jack! Dammit! The water isn’t working!”
 
Jack grunted and walked past her without answering. He’d obviously been home relaxing and hadn’t bothered to change when she called, as he was wearing tattered jeans and a wife-beater undershirt. He had a toolbox in one hand and an amber bottle in the other.
 
Liz stepped back as Jack stalked by her. He smelled like industrial grease and beer, an annoyingly masculine smell. Her hips bucked involuntarily for some reason and there was an odd twitching in her belly.
 
Liz clenched her teeth. She was probably allergic to the jerk or something. She followed him to the bathroom. The bathroom was too small for both of them, but she pushed close and watched over his shoulder. His presence made the place feel even smaller.
 
She wasn’t typically one to watch guys work, but for some reason she found Jack’s work on her shower handle fascinating. Even arousing. By the time he finished, she was pressing her thighs together, her hips wriggling slightly. Whatever.
 
“There you go, princess,” said Jack, closing his toolbox. “Now you can take yer bubble bath.”
 
Grrrrr. The man was insufferable. “Whatever! Now get the hell out of here so I can bathe in peace. I feel like I need a tetanus shot.”
 
Jack grinned, then walked out the door.
 
­­­­­­­­­Liz went to her bathroom and turned the knob. The water came on without a problem. She again stripped off her clothing and stepped into the shower, nodding. She needed a little quality shower time right now.
 
*****
 
            Liz’s new job was demanding and she was glad to get home, even if it was to a single-wide trailer. She didn’t even mind the rattling sound the steps made as she made her way up to the front door. Then she stepped through the doorway and flipped the light switch.
 
            Nothing happened.
 
            Liz stomped her foot, then pulled out her phone.
 
            “Jack? Hi. It’s Liz. I’m not bothering you, am I? I am? Good. Because you know what bothers me? Living in the 2020s and not having electricity. That’s tragic, you say? Yes. Yes it is. But you know what would make this un-tragic? You getting over here and [i]fixing my electricity.[/i]”
 
            Liz disconnected the call and sat down to wait for Jack.
 
*****
 
            By the time Jack showed, the sun had fully set. The inside of the trailer glowed with dim light from a number of aromatic candles.
 
            “Such a sweet and uplifting fragrance,” said Jack, in a vastly insincere tone.
 
            “Better than the aroma of beer and desperation you carry everywhere with you,” retorted Liz.
 
            Jack grinned, then went to work on the electrical breaker box.
 
            Liz peered over his shoulder. “That thing looks like it was installed moments after Benjamin Franklin discovered electricity.”
 
            Jack shrugged. “Nah, these are actual breakers. Some of these trailers still work off fuses. Do you really need to watch over my shoulder?”
 
            Liz took a step back, not trusting herself to answer. The man was an ass, but he smelled [i]so[/i] freaking masculine. Who’d have thought this jerk’s scent could get her wet? But here she was, practically sopping. Stupid scent.
 
            It didn’t take him long to do whatever he was trying to do to the breaker box. He flipped a switch and light suddenly flooded the trailer. Beeps and hums filled the metallic interior as various devices came back to life.
 
            “There ya go, princess,” he said, tossing the tools into the tool box. “All fixed up. Now I can get back to my beer and the game.”
 
            Liz was pressing her thighs together, but she kept her voice casual. “I’m shocked to hear you don’t have a hot date. Gosh, the ladies just don’t know what they’re missing. Such high-quality plumber’s crack.”
 
            Jack grinned, then sniffed the air. “I think you need more candles. It smells like a Darkview cathouse in here. Can’t imagine what’s causing that.”
 
            Jack turned and strolled out, his face innocent as a red-faced Liz slammed the door behind him.
 
*****
 
            Friday night!
 
            Liz stomped up the stairs into her trailer, grateful to finally be home. She was a week into her new job and the challenge was provocative, but exhausting. It was a professional office setting top-to-bottom and you had to be on your game to thrive in the environment. This week’s superstar could be making coffee for the office supervisor the next. It was a jungle. And thanks to the rain, she was drenched from her hair to her shoes.
 
            Thankfully it was the start of the weekend and Liz’s plans for the evening weren’t complicated. A hot bath involving candles and music, followed by Netflix and chill.
 
            It didn’t take her long to strip off her business outfit. Moments later she was in her tiny bathroom, ready to fill the tub with heavenly hot water.
 
            Liz spun the nozzle. Nothing happened.
 
            She tried again and got the same result. She tilted back her head. “Arrrrrrrrrggghhhhh!”
 
            Snatching her robe, she stomped into the living room and grabbed her cell phone. She punched a button.
 
            “Dammit, Jack! You are NOT ruining my night! Get over here and fix my water!”
 
            Liz paused for a second, then launched again.
 
            “You’re too busy drinking? I don’t care if you’re drinking! I don’t care if you’re mainlining marijuana! I don’t care if you’re busy raping a Muppet! Get over here and fix my water!”
 
            She clicked the off button without waiting for an answer.
 
*****
 
            “Jeez, Jack. You smell like a moonshine still!”
 
            Jack snorted and held up his oversized flask. “Big surprise there, princess. I’m drinking moonshine.”
 
            “Funny, Jack.”
 
            “I’m not trying to be funny. Why buy it when you can make your own?”
 
            Liz stared incredulously. “You make moonshine in your bathtub?!”
 
            “Oh, yeah, that’s exactly what I do. I ferment a mash from corn sugar, fruit, beets and potato peels, then mix it with glycerin and add a dash of juniper oil for flavor. It’s a secret family recipe. I have a 50-year-old copper still hidden in my back yard.”
 
            “Are you serious?!”
 
            “Of course I’m not serious. I got the still off Amazon and pulled a recipe off the Internet.”
 
            Liz rolled her eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Jack. Amazon?”
 
            “Sure. Cyber Monday.”
 
            “Whatever!”
 
            Liz was clinging to her frustration to keep herself distracted from his scent. Despite the overwhelming aroma of moonshine whiskey or whatever the hell he was drinking, Jack’s scent was somehow again making her wet. Bastard.
 
            Jack waved the flask toward her. “You should try it. Might loosen that stick in your ass.”
 
            Liz flushed. “Are you calling me uptight?!”
 
            Jack shrugged. “Uptight? Nah. I’m just saying you should be careful about backing up against a wall. You might get stuck ‘cause of the suction.”
 
            Liz stared incredulously, then reached out and snatched the flask from Jack’s hands. “Gimme that!”
 
            Jack watched, bemused, as Liz lifted the flask to her lips and took a deep swallow. “Hey, take it easy there, princess. That stuff ain’t for amateurs.”
 
            Liz lowered the flask and wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her bathrobe. Her lips were numb and a fireball of warmth was exploding in her belly. She knew her eyes were slightly glazed, but she wasn’t going to show weakness in front of her jerk landlord.
 
            Jack chuckled and took the flask from the dazed girl’s hand. “All right, princess, that’s enough of that. Now sit down before you hurt something.”
 
            Liz’s eyes narrowed. Jack was such a…such a jerk! She stomped her foot, but that caused her to lose her balance and she stumbled to her knees. Directly in front of Jack.
 
Jack wasn’t wrong about the moonshine. The smoldering in her belly was sending warm tendrils through her body. It was…kind of nice. She’d been concentrating on work lately and she’d been ignoring her own needs, and now she was being fully reminded of how much she’d ignored her needs. Jack was a jerk, but he smelled so good. So masculine. Was that really so bad?
 
Liz wavered for a moment. Then she reached out and ran her fingers over the bulge in Jack’s jeans. She giggled as the bulge thickened in front of her eyes.
 
She reached up and slid the zipper all the way down. His dick popped free. It was a perfectly sized, perfectly shaped cock. And he smelled sooooo good.
 
Liz’s mouth was lubricating, aching to work that cock. Fuck it. This was happening.
 
Liz ran her tongue along the underside of his rigid dick. Then she slid her mouth over the head of his cock and proceeded to stroke her warm, wet mouth over her landlord’s thick, meaty shaft.
 
Her head bobbed back and forth over Jack’s dick, her chin wet with saliva. There was something satisfying about working this cock with her mouth. It was the perfect thickness for sucking. Even the fat head pressing into her throat didn’t bother her. Liz could actually feel her own heat building and she accidentally moaned around his cock. His shaft hardened even more in response.
 
And then, her swelled lips wrapped around the base of his cock, pressed against his swollen balls, he came in her mouth.
 
Liz moaned again as the hot, thick cum blasted into her mouth. On her knees, her landlord’s dick in her mouth, filling her throat with his relentless sperm, it made her feel deliciously like a dirty girl. She swallowed the hot lava stream without losing a drop and even drained his dick, making sure every bit ended up in her belly.
 
Jack finally pulled his cock out of her mouth. He looked at her for a moment, then reached out and patted her head with a heavy hand. “Feel better now, princess?”
 
Without waiting for an answer, he tucked himself back into his jeans, turned and made his way to her bathroom, whistling.
 
Jerk!
 
Still on her knees, Liz dropped back and sat on her heels, her hand on her belly, blushing. She had just sucked her landlord’s dick. Her jerk landlord.
 
But damn, it’d been good.
 
“Hurry up and fix that shower, Jack!” she yelled, still on her knees. “I have to wash my hair.”
 
*****
 
            Later, Liz was finally able to luxuriate in her tub, with candles lit and music playing, just as she’d planned. So what if it was happening a little later then she’d expected?
 
            She didn’t even mind that she’d given Jack a blowjob. Yeah, he’d been insufferably smug afterward, but it was good. Even now her fingers were trailing over her lower belly just thinking about her mouth sliding back and forth over that cock.
 
            And she had to admit she was a bit more relaxed now than she’d been. Maybe Jack had been right that she’d been a teeny tiny bit uptight.
 
            Not that she planned to suck his dick again, of course. That was a one-time deal. If he thought she was going to do it again, he had another think coming.
 
*****
 
            “Hey, Jack! I think something’s wrong with the heat. Could you come take a look at it?”
 
            “You’re a real pain in the ass, princess. You know that, right?”
 
            “It’s part of my charm, Jack. Besides, do you want me to freeze to death?”
 
            “You can make it through the night. I believe in you. Besides, I’m drinking. Call me tomorrow.”
 
            “So what? You’re always drinking.”
 
            “Yeah, how ‘bout that? Probably because of you.”
 
            “That hurts, Jack. So you [i]do[/i] want me to freeze to death.”
 
            “Good point. The temperature is s’posed to plummet into the 60s tonight.”
 
            “Sounds like a cold front is moving in. We should get on this now.”
 
            “……….”
 
            “Sorry, Jack. I didn’t quite hear that.”
 
            “Nothing. Not a damn thing. I’ll be there in a few minutes with fucking bells on, okay, princess?”
 
            “Fine.”
 
*****
 
            Liz looked Jack up-and-down. “Looks like you forgot your bells, Jack. And your shirt, too.”
 
            Jack smirked and took a deep swallow from his flask. He was dressed in oil-smeared work pants and boots. His shirt was open. A dark swath of hair covered his chest, with a trail of only slightly less dense hair trailing down from his pecs and disappearing into his belt.
 
            Liz flushed, feeling her body lubricate as his scent filled her trailer. Dammit! Yes, he looked good for his age and was masculine as all fuck, but that didn’t make him any less of a jerk.
 
            Jack held out the flask, a smile playing at his features. “Want a hit, princess? Good for what ails ya.”
 
            “Nice try, Jack,” said Liz, pushing the flask away. “You just got lucky last time, okay? I just got a little dizzy and out of it last time you were here. I don’t even remember what happened! I just remember you coming over and getting my water fixed.”
 
            Jack gave a brief raucous laugh. “Whatever you say, princess. Now since you dragged me over here to look at your heat, let’s get it done. I got better things to do than stand around here yakkin’.”
 
            Liz followed Jack over to the heating unit in the living room of the small trailer. Jack dropped to a knee and began poking around. Finally he looked over his shoulder at Liz, who was hovering just behind him.
 
            “Look, princess, if you’re going to follow me around, at least take a shot of moonshine, willya?” he said. “It’s less distracting than that perfume you’re wearing way too much of.”
 
            Liz stamped her foot. He was such a jerk! But she didn’t want to move out of the orbit of his scent, so she took the flask and took an obligatory swallow. Moments later she felt the fireball exploding in her belly. Maybe it was because she was ready for it this time, but it didn’t knock her for a loop like her previous experience. She took another swallow.
 
            “Hey, hey, easy,” said Jack. “I don’t need you passing out on me.”
 
            Liz giggled. “You wish!”
 
            Jack chuckled and stood up. “I’m going to check the outside breaker. You probably don’t need to follow me there.”
 
            Liz watched him walk through the front door. She’d die before she admitted it to Jack, but her head was spinning and her belly was pleasantly warm. She felt good. Sexy. Aroused. Maybe he wasn’t such a jerk after all. Okay, he was a jerk, but a sexy jerk.
 
            Jack walked back inside a few minutes later. “Problem fixed,” he said. “Someone turned off the main breaker for the heat. Wonder how that happened, right?”
 
            Liz stepped over and dropped to her knees in front of Jack. Her fingers unlatched his belt buckle and she pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. Without preamble, she took his cock into her mouth.
 
            Unsurprisingly, Jack made no move to interfere. Despite the suddenness of her move- or perhaps because of it- he was already hardening in her mouth. Within moments, his shaft was hard enough for her to wrap her lips tightly around it and begin stroking her warm, wet mouth over his cock.
 
            She had one hand on his soft mid-section now and the other on his thigh as her head bobbed over his cock. Her chin was wet and she inadvertently slurped at one point, but she didn’t lose her stroke at all.
 
            Liz continued sucking his dick for long minutes. She didn’t mind it taking so long, because it felt so good. Her own heat was building like crazy. She hadn’t touched her clit, but she knew she was a hair-trigger moment away. She had her pride, though. She was NOT going to let Jack see her come with his dick in her mouth again. No way.
 
            But then he cupped the back of her head with his heavy hand and came in her mouth.
 
            There was no stopping it then. Liz moaned around his cock and she felt him shooting into her mouth with even greater force. Swallowing his cum felt like she was chugging a powerful energy drink. She could feel her belly filling and it amplified her orgasm.
 
            It seemed to go on forever, but Jack finally grunted and pushed her head back, sliding his cock out of her mouth. He used her hair to dry his dick before tucking it back in his pants.
 
            “Not bad, princess,” said Jack. He took a swallow from his flask, then capped it. “Not bad at all.”
 
            Liz giggled, too exhausted from her orgasm to argue. She hadn’t come that hard in a long time, if ever. And she decided that next time he might decide she was better than just ‘not bad’.
 
*****
 
            There was a next time, of course, and even if Jack didn’t upgrade his rating, Liz knew she was getting better. There was just something about his dick that was soooooo suckable! She had no clue what it was, but dropping to her knees and blowing Jack was becoming one of the highlights of her week.
 
            It’d even become a sort of game. He wouldn’t come over if she invited him, so she made sure things broke down in her trailer on a regular basis. He’d grumble, but he’d come over, tool box in hand, to fix whatever she claimed wasn’t working.
 
            Liz loved the control. All she had to do was call him and whine that something was broken and he came over on the spot. It was…empowering! Yeah, that was it.
 
            Until the day he didn’t feel like it.
 
            “What?!” said Liz. “What do you mean, you don’t feel like it? What the hell am I supposed to do without electricity?”
 
            “I thought you said it was your hot water,” said Jack dryly.
 
            “Whatever!” said Liz. “Just come over and fix it, okay? Please?”
 
“Toldja already, princess. I don’t feel like it.”
 
That man was such a jerk! Grrrrrr. “C’mon, Jack! I’ll make it worth your time.”
 
Jack belched, then said, “You know what? Fine. But I ain’t drinking alone. I come over there, you better be ready to drink some fucking moonshine, girl.”
 
Liz gave a smug smile. “Fine, Jack. I’ll have some moonshine.”
 
*****
 
            Jack didn’t waste anytime. As soon as he walked in, he slammed a glass down on her little table, took out an unlabeled bottle of clear liquid, and then filled the glass.
 
            “Here,” he said. “I got a head-start on you, so drink this. It’ll help you get caught up.”
 
            Liz eyed the glass dubiously. It wasn’t a big glass by any means, but it represented more moonshine than she had previously drunk in one session before. She was going to have to distract and redirect him. “Ummm, that’s a bit too much, I think. How abut I drink half now and half later? You know, so I-“
 
            Jack lifted the bottle to his lips and drank deeply. Then he wiped his mouth with his forearm and said, “So you can do what, *princess*?”
 
            Liz stamped her foot. The fucking show-off! And the smarmy sarcasm he put into calling her ‘princess’! Grrrrr. Fuck it. She’d show him she could drink the moonshine and walk away afterward just fine.
 
            “Well?” said Jack.
 
            Liz’s eyes narrowed. She picked up the glass, then took a deep breath, pinched her nose and then started drinking, her throat working as she swallowed the entire glass of the vile beverage.
 
            Finally she slammed down the glass and stuck her tongue out at Jack.
 
            Jack stared, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “All right, that wasn’t bad.”
 
            Liz giggled as proud achievement surged through her. She’d shown him! Let’s see him call her princess now!
 
            Then her eyes crossed and the trailer turned sideways.
 
            “Hey, now,” said Jack, his big hands helping her to her feet. “This is no time to lay down on the job.”
 
            “Wight,” said Liz. “I mean right. Absolutely right. Not a time to lay down on the job.”
 
            “So what is the job anyway?” said Jack.
 
            Liz blinked. “Job?”
 
            “Yeah, job,” said Jack. “Why am I here?”
 
            Oh, gawd. “Um…um…because…because…because the electricity is out!”
 
            Jack waited a couple heartbeats before answering. Then he said, “The electricity is out, you say?”
 
            Liz bit her lower lip and nodded.
 
            Jack glanced around the brightly lit trailer, then looked at Liz.
 
            Liz pressed her index fingers together by her belly button and stared at them. “It got better.”
 
            Jack rolled his eyes. “You’re in blowjob heat, aren’t you?”
 
            “NO!”
 
            “Good,” said Jack, “because that means I can go back to my place now without an argument.”
 
            Liz’s heart started pounding. “Wait! I mean…I mean…okay, maybe a little bit.”
 
            “A little bit what?”
 
            “A little bit in…blowjob heat.”
 
            “Say it.”
 
            Liz stamped her foot. “Dammit, Jack! I’m in blowjob heat, okay?!”
 
            Jack nodded in an understanding manner. “Yeah, I know. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. See ya later.”
 
            Jack turned for the door and Liz squealed in consternation.
 
            “Jack! Don’t you dare leave me wike this!”
 
            Her landlord stopped and laughed. “Leave you wike that? You’re drunk as fuck.”
 
            “Am not!”
 
            “Are too,” said Jack. “Anyway, if you’re that desperate for me to stay, you need to fucking strip. Everything. Right now.”
 
            “What?!”
 
            “You heard me. You need to fucking strip. Butt naked. Right now.”
 
            Liz stamped her foot. “Fine!”
 
            The man was insufferable! But fine. If he wanted her to do a naked blowjob, then she’d do a naked blowjob.
 
            Of course, that proved a little easier said then done. She had to lean on the couch to maintain her balance, and Jack finally had to help her get her jeans off. But finally she was completely naked.
 
            “There,” said Liz, trying to ignore the erotic embarrassment of being naked next to a fully-dressed man. “I’m naked. Satisfied?”
 
            “Almost,” said Jack, looking her up and down. “Now go bend over the table.”
 
            Liz paused, processing the request. Then her eyes widened. “What? No way! You don’t get to fuck me, Jack! I will blow you, but you don’t get to put your dick in me!”
 
            Jack picked up his tool box. “Then you’ve got a problem, princess, because I’m in a fucking mood, not a blowjob mood.”
 
            Oh, gawd. He meant it. He was already heading for the door.
 
            “Wait!” said Liz. “Wait, dammit!”
 
            Jack paused. “Well?”
 
            Liz bit her lower lip. “How about we compromise?”
 
            “Compromise how?”
 
            “I’ll let you fuck me…but you can’t cum inside me, all right? You pull out and put it in my mouth, okay?”
 
            There was silence for several seconds as Jack contemplated the idea. Then he shrugged and put down his tool box. “All right, princess. You got a deal. But no backing out when it’s time to swallow that load, understand? If you leave me shooting in midair because you think it’s gross or something, you’ll be a long time waiting for that next blowjob. Now go bend over the table.”
 
            Her whole body blushing, Liz padded barefoot to the single table in the trailer. She bent over, flattening her breasts on the cool table top, her bare rounded ass high. The alcohol gave her a sudden rush of anticipation. All right, maybe getting fucked by Jack wouldn’t be such a bad thing. It’d been a while. She’d get fucked AND she’d get to swallow a hot load. She made a drunken mental note to remember that sometimes compromise was the way to go.
 
            Jack stepped behind her and Liz heard his pants hit the floor. Then his firm hands were sliding over her hips and ass, getting a feel for the territory. She giggled drunkenly, his roving hands making her feel like a dirty girl. A sexy dirty girl, naked and bent over the table. Rawr.
 
            Then she felt that fat cockhead pressing against her sopping wet passage, pushing incessantly, demanding entry. Suddenly she jumped.
 
            “Hey!” she said. “There’s definitely a right hole and a wrong hole back there! Don’t make any mistakes!”
 
            Jack chuckled. “All right, all right, princess. Relax.”
 
            And then Jack’s thick dick slid into the right hole.
 
            Liz gasped, feeling her pussy suddenly fill with cock for the first time in ages. Completely fill with cock, almost but not quite passing the point of painful. Like with blowjobs, his cock was the absolute perfect size and he had no reservations about using every inch of it.
 
            Jack leaned forward and grasped her shoulders. Then he began pounding Liz silly. His hips smacked against Liz’s bare ass with a sharp slapping sound and it seemed like that fat cockhead was finding every g-spot in Liz’s pussy. Within seconds she was having an impossibly intense orgasm, her pussy helplessly squeezing Jack’s thick shaft. That orgasm lasted for long seconds, but then another followed right behind it.
 
            The table was creaking alarmingly, but Liz didn’t care. Her neighbors could probably hear the screaming and moaning, but she’d worry about that later. For now, right now, she was getting gloriously fucked into oblivion.
 
            She came on his dick again, gurgling, cock-drunk. His big, swelled balls were slapping against her clit and the vibrations were driving her even more wild. And then his hands clamped onto her hips and he pushed his cock completely inside her and held it there, that fat cockhead pressing against her cervix as her eyes rolled back in her head. His cock was swelling, thickening, getting even harder. Liz was gurgling, unable to think of anything except the overheated sensations coursing through her overheated body. She felt a hot surge deep inside her and it triggered an even more massively intense orgasm, one that lasted for long, long seconds.
 
            Liz’s vision swam, her head lolling drunkenly. She had never been fucked so thoroughly. And then a black curtain dropped and she faded gratefully into a deep, drunken sleep.
 
*****
 
            When Liz awoke hours later, the trailer was quiet and empty. Jack had obviously left after she passed out.
 
            She was still naked and bent over the table. Oh, gawd. She could feel her body blushing as she slowly straightened. Jack was never going to let her live this down.
 
            Liz had bigger problems right now, though. She *really* didn’t feel good and suddenly realized she had only seconds to get to her tiny bathroom. She made it with only moments to spare, just in time to vomit.
 
            Oh, gawd, she felt horrible. Every inch of her ached in equal parts from the pounding Jack had given her and from sleeping on the table for hours. Her head ached. Her pussy ached. Her breasts ached. Everything ached. She managed to spare a moment to smile at the memory of getting wildly fucked, then went back to cataloguing her various aches.
 
            She dragged herself to her bed. She was still drunk and the night was still a whirl to her. She’d work it out in the morning. Assuming she lived that long. Still naked, she pulled her covers over her and once again dropped off to sleep.
 
*****
 
            The next morning, Liz barely made it to the bathroom in time to throw up. This hangover was going to be her death.
 
            She groaned, waiting to see if anything else was going to come up. Moonshine was a ninja bitch. She’d never had anything worse than a vague headache before now.
 
            Finally convinced she’d thrown up everything possible to throw up, she got to her feet and weakly started the shower. One advantage to waking up naked was that she wasn’t required to do the little work involved with getting undressed for the shower.
 
            Naked. She had woken up naked. That meant…
 
            Oh, gawd. Vague memories of the previous night were starting to filter in. She’d let Jack fuck her. She’d slept with her landlord.
 
            Liz covered her eyes, her cheeks bright. She was never going to live this down. She stepped into the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away the embarrassment.
 
            Although it didn’t wash away the embarrassment, it did wash away the alcoholic fumes that had been hovering around her since she’d woke up. She’d have to wash and sterilize her sheets at the nearby laundry mat, though, and, vaguely remembering the night before, decided she’d have to napalm her table if she ever wanted to eat there again.
 
            She still didn’t feel great, but she did feel better than when she’d woke. If she got to the laundry mat early enough, she could get the washer right next to the benches and wouldn’t have to walk so much.
 
            Liz pulled the sheets from her bed and tossed them in her laundry sack, along with a handful of clothes she wanted to wash. She put on a pair of baggy sweats, a baggy shirt, and some old sneakers. Then she stepped down the creaky steps of her trailer and made her way toward the laundry mat, which was located not far from the entrance to the trailer park.
 
            Unfortunately, she had to pass the management trailer to exit the park. Meaning she had to pass Jack.
 
            Fine. She could do this. She’d act like she didn’t even realize Jack’s trailer was there. She threw the laundry bag over her shoulder and continued past his trailer.
 
            It worked surprisingly well. She made it to the laundry mat without a problem. And then, after she put the clothes into the washer and added the detergent, she realized she had forgotten to bring money with her.
 
            …fine. She’d walk back and get the money.
 
            Since she had already poured detergent into the machine, she decided to leave the clothes where they were, on the theory that no one was going to steal old sheets clothes covered with detergent. She shut the lid and left the laundry mat.
 
            Her luck ran out. Jack was in front of his trailer, working under the hood of his truck. She walked along the far side of the road, but it didn’t help. He straightened and started cleaning his greasy hands with a rag.
 
            “Mornin’, princess. Wasn’t expecting to see you out and about. Everything all right?”
 
            She kept her head down, hoping he wouldn’t notice how red her cheeks were. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Why do you ask?”
 
            Jack continued cleaning his hands with the greasy rag. “Just look like you left in a hurry. Never seen you dressed so down.” Then he grinned. “Except last night, of course. You weren’t wearing anything at-“
 
            “Enough!” said Liz. “I’m ‘dressed down’, as you put it, because I’m doing laundry. And as for last night, nothing happened, okay?! Nothing!”
 
            Jack chuckled and lifted a beer to his mouth, drinking deeply.
 
            “Omigod,” said Liz. “How could you?”
 
            Jack looked puzzled. “How could I what?”
 
            “Drink beer!”
 
            “Acquired taste. Want some?” said Jack, holding out the can.
 
            Liz shuddered, her stomach revolting at the smell of alcohol. “Oh, gawd. No.”
 
            Jack shrugged. “Your loss. This one’s almost empty anyway. Since you’re standing around doin’ nothing, how ‘bout you wiggle that cute ass into my trailer and get me a cold one?”
 
            The nerve of that man! Liz was stunned at his audacity. She fumed as she made her way into the trailer to get his beer.
 
            She also did her best to ignore the fact that she had flushed with heat when he said she had a cute ass.
 
            Well, she wasn’t about to let him get away with it. She’d show him.
 
            She got the beer and made her way back to the truck. Then she set it down just out of his reach and she didn’t even open it for him. He’d have to move to get it AND open it himself! Hmmpphh!
 
            Jack chuckled and suddenly moved into her personal space. Liz gasped, her lungs suddenly filling with his scent. But Jack only reached around her and picked up his beer. He opened it with a refreshing pop and took a deep swallow. Then he looked down at Liz.
 
            “Thanks, princess,” he said.
 
            Liz flushed. Even his beer breath was masculine. Dammit. Then her eyes widened as he patted her ass.
 
            “What?” said Jack, an innocent expression on his features. “Just sayin’ thanks for the brew. ‘Sides, you got nuthin’ to be ashamed of. Even buried under that parka, you got a nice ass.”
 
            “It’s not a parka! Just some baggy clothes while I do my laundry!” Her voice sounded strangled, even to her.
 
            Jack chuckled and bent back over the truck engine. “Whatever you say, princess.”
 
            Liz stomped down the road toward her trailer. That man was so infuriating!
 
*****
 
            Liz shook her head. It was obviously one of those days. Her sheets and clothes were gone.
 
            Fine. Just…fine. Just because it was her only set of sheets was no reason to get upset. She’d just go home and work it out.
 
            She left the laundry mat and re-entered the trailer park. She pretended not to see Jack working on his truck, but he straightened as she walked by.
 
            “Hey, princess,” he said, looking at her hands. “I think you forgot your clothes.”
 
            Liz opened her mouth to retort, but suddenly found herself sobbing. “Th-they s-s-stole m-my sh-sh-sheets and my c-c-c-clothes and I don’t have any more sh-sh-sheets and I don’t have m-m-money to buy new sheets right n-n-now and-“
 
            “Whoa!” said Jack, holding up a hand. “Just take it easy, all right? You say you need sheets?”
 
            Liz nodded, still trying to catch her breath.
 
            “All right. I got some extra sheets you can borrow,” said Jack, “so problem solved. No need to get hormonal or anything.”
 
            Liz opened her mouth to protest, but she suddenly realized he was right. Maybe she [i]was[/i] being hormonal. This really did solve her problem. She bit her lower lip.
 
            Jack turned and walked into his trailer. Liz followed meekly behind.
 
            Once they got inside, Jack said, “Wait here. I gotta dig ‘em out of my closet.”
 
            Liz watched Jack disappear down the hall, the trailer floor vibrating beneath his heavy steps. Finally catching her breath, she took a moment to glance around. Clothing was strewn across various surfaces and the tables were cluttered. Liz shook her head. Jack was obviously a bachelor.
 
            Jack emerged a few minutes later, a canvas bag in his hand. “Here. No idea what the thread count is, but they should do.” Then he glanced around. “Did you…clean the place?”
 
            Liz took the bag. “I just straightened a few things,” she said. “Now you can actually see the furniture surfaces.”
 
            Jack peered at the tabletop. “Huh,” he said. “How about that.”
 
            Suddenly remembering the previous night, Liz blushed and headed for the door. “Thanks for the sheets. I, um, gotta do a thing because of stuff. Later.”
 
            “Later,” said Jack, sounding amused.
 
*****
 
            Two weeks later, Liz stared at her reflection in a full-length mirror. She bit her lower lip in consternation.
 
            She was wearing denim shorts for the first time since, well, ever. They hugged her backside, the snug denim showing her every curve back there. She reminded herself that she was wearing them because she wanted to, not because of Jack’s stupid comment about her having a nice ass. She didn’t care what Jack said.
 
            And okay, yes, they made her feel hot. Very hot. She was embarrassingly wet just from trying them on.
 
            The problem was her muffin top. Her belly was pooching out over the waistband of her denim shorts. How the hell had she managed to accumulate so much water weight? She was still eating the same and exercising regularly. It was probably stress, not to mention it was nearly time for her period.
 
            Well, whatever. They made her ass look good. And Jack was [i]not[/i] going to be allowed to see her in them.
 
*****
 
            Liz glared at the offending mirror. The bloating was becoming downright embarrassing.
 
            Her belly continued to pooch out. In fact, it was pooching out even more now. It was still firm, but it curved out over her waistband. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have thought she was in her third month of pregnancy or something.
 
            She wasn’t feeling great, so she decided to step outside for some fresh air. She slid open the sliding glass door and stepped outside. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. She was just beginning to feel a sense of calm when a voice suddenly sounded.
 
            “Hi, Lizzie!”
 
            Liz sighed. Her hippy neighbor Petal was walking toward her, looking comfortable in her bell-bottom jeans and a spaghetti-strap top. It was hard to believe they were about the same age.
 
            “Hi, Petal,” she said.
 
            “Hiya, neighbor,” said Petal. “Like, you know you’re pregnant, right?”
 
            Liz rolled her eyes. “If I were pregnant, I’m pretty sure I’d know it.”
 
            Petal giggled. “You know how that works, right? When a guy takes his-“
 
            Liz held up her hand. “Yes! Yes, I know how it works. And since I know how it works, I can tell you definitively that I’m not pregnant. I’m just bloated, okay? Water weight, probably.”
 
            Petal patted Liz’s belly. “You’re glowing, Lizzie. Bet you’re totally preggie. But if you wanna find out, just do a dandelion test.”
 
            Liz sighed tolerantly. Petal was such a space case. “What’s a dandelion test?”
 
            “Hang on. I’ll, like, put some together for you.”
 
            Petal went behind her trailer and started combing the grass for something. After a minute, she returned and held out a sealed bag of leaves.
 
            “Here,” said Petal. “This are dandelion leaves. When you get up tomorrow morning, before you pee, put the leaves in a clean bowl. Then when you pee, pour some enough of it into the bowl to cover the leaves.”
 
            “What?!”
 
            “Pour enough of your pee into the bowl to cover the leaves and wait an hour. Then look at the leaves. If you, like, see any red blisters on the leaves, you’re preggo.”
 
            “Are you serious? You want me to pee on these leaves?”
 
            “Like, not right now, no. It’s gotta be the first pee of the day, you know? More concentrated, you know? But make sure you wait an hour before checking the leaves. It takes a while for the red blisters to show.”
 
            “And if the blisters don’t show?”
 
            “Then you’re not preggo,” said Petal. She glanced down at Liz’s gently curved belly. “But I wouldn’t, like, count on that outcome, you know?”       
 
*****
 
            Although she had discounted Petal’s test as a silly homeopathic practice, the next morning Liz found herself glaring at an unoffending bowl of dandelions. “This is stupid,” she muttered, even as she poured her urine into the bowl.
 
            “An hour,” she said, shaking her head at her own silliness. “Petal said wait an hour and if red blisters appear, that means pregnant. Fine. I’ll wait an hour to see what the stupid dandelions look like then.”
 
            Liz glared at the dandelions a final time. It was time for coffee. But as Liz started to turn away, she paused and looked again at the dandelions again.
 
            Red blisters were forming already. Very large, very red blisters.
 
*****
 
            “You gave me broken dandelions!”
 
            Petal laughed. “No, I didn’t. You’re preggo, sweetie. And judging by the test, you’re not just pregnant, you’re [i]very[/i] pregnant. You should probably tell Jack.”
 
            Liz’s face went bright red. “Even if I were pregnant, what makes you think it’s Jack?”
 
            “You think the entire park didn’t hear you when Jack was over there?”
 
            Cheeks flaming, Liz fled back inside her trailer.
 
*****
 
            “Well, how about that. A visit from the missing-in-action princess. And on college football game day, no less. What’s broken?”
 
            Liz bit her lower lip nervously. This was an embarrassing enough conversation to begin with and his abrasive manner wasn’t making this conversation any easier.
 
            “Hi, Jack,” she said. “Look, this is embarrassing, okay? I just wanted to let you know that I’m-“
 
            Jack’s head suddenly turned. “Kick off is seconds away. Just come in for now. You can tell me during the next commercial.”
 
            Jack disappeared back into his trailer. Liz’s jaw dropped. The freaking nerve of that man!
 
            Liz stomped inside, closing the door behind her a little harder than necessary. Jack had already settled into his chair in front of the television, though, so she had no idea if he had even noticed. He was so infuriating!
 
            [i]Darkview has won the flip and elected to receive. CHU is lining up to deliver the opening kick.[/i]
 
            She made her way over to him and stood next to his chair. “Look, Jack, I’m-“
 
            [i]Belamy steps up and sends the ball deep. The game is officially underway as the Darkview Black Knights take on the Chrystal Heights Spirals in the college football game of the week.[/i]
 
            Jack held up his hand. “Not now. Next commercial.”
 
            Liz flushed, but kept quiet. She knew that right now, she didn’t even register as being in the room. Fine. Whatever.
 
            She glanced around the trailer. She had straightened it up last time she was here, but that was well over a month ago and it had grown cluttered again. Men! The place smelled like a freaking locker room. A very masculine locker room. One that made her embarrassing wet and-
 
Liz shook her head, bringing her back to the present. Regardless of the scent, it required some badly-needed attention. As long as she was here and bored, she decided she might as well use the time until the next commercial constructively.
 
            She started in the living room, since that was where most of the clutter lived. Junk mail, wrappers and Amazon boxes disappeared as she moved around the tabletop and end tables. She careful not to block Jack’s view of the television and was successful for the most part, although he did grunt once when she had to cross in front of him. Within a short time, the living room looked almost livable again. The shelves looked ready to collapse from the weight of the dust and the rugs almost cried out audibly for a vacuuming, but that would have to wait. Liz had bigger problems at the moment. Namely, the kitchen.
 
            Liz’s eyes widened in horror at the pile of dishes sitting in the sink. She didn’t even want to [i]think[/i] about the new breeds of bacteria evolving at full speed right there in front of her.
 
            Amazingly there were elbow length yellow rubber cleaning gloves under the sink. Liz slid her hands into them and went to work. Suds flew everywhere and the counter became visible once again as the dishes disappeared into the dishwasher. She was vaguely aware of Jack’s momentary presence at the refrigerator, but it barely registered as she was busy scrubbing the counter to within an inch of its life.
 
            She finally stepped back and gave the kitchen a visual once-over. It wasn’t exactly sparkling, but it was prepared once more to support human food consumption.
 
            Satisfied, Liz turned and walked back into the living room. Jack was still in his chair, a number of empty beer bottles on the standing tray table next to him. The television was droning on about statistics and defensive efficiency and the fight shown by the respective teams. Liz had no clue what they were talking about, but whatever.
 
            [i]Well, Jim, this game has certainly lived up to its billing. It’s been a hard-fought battle between two top-ranked teams. What do you think we can expect in the second half?[/i]
 
            “Okay, Jack, now we can-“
 
            Jack held up his hand. “Not now. I’m listening to the breakdown.”
 
            “I don’t care about the stupid breakdown! I just want-“
 
            Jack’s eyes remained on the screen, watching the numbers and graphs change. “We’ll talk about it later. And since you’re standing there doing nothing, be a good girl and get me a beer.”
 
            Liz’s eyes widened. The nerve of that man! She turned on her heel and headed for the kitchen, making sure to stomp louder than necessary so he’d know she wasn’t someone he could just order around.
 
            She slung open the refrigerator and grabbed a random amber bottle. Then she stomped back to the living room and thrust the cold bottle at him. She sure showed him!
 
            Jack looked at the bottle, then at her. “Well?” he said.
 
            Liz blinked, confused. “Well…what?”
 
            Jack sighed patiently. “How am I supposed to drink that with the cap still on ?”
 
            Liz blushed. Oh, gawd. She hadn’t thought to open it before she brought it out. She turned and went back to the kitchen. Moments later she emerged, the beer now open. She handed it to Jack.
 
            Jack accepted the now-open beer with a nod. “Good girl,” he said, turning back to the television.
 
            Liz flushed, trying to ignore the spasm in her pussy at his condescending compliment. The jerk! If only he didn’t smell so damn good. Masculine.
 
            [i]Both teams are back on the field. We’re ready to start the second half![/i]
 
            Liz opened her mouth to say something, but Jack raised his hand again.
 
            “Look, princess, I don’t mind you being here, but if you’re going to be here, you can’t interrupt the game, okay? You’re gonna have to wait until the next commercial.”
 
            [i]And there’s the kick! Thompson of the Spirals takes it at the goal line. He cuts and weaves his way to the twenty before he’s taken down.[/i]
 
            Jack re-focused his attention on the game and just like that, Liz knew he had zoned her out again.
 
            Liz huffed. He had no idea she was even there now. Well, she’d show him! He’d know she was there when she was done.
 
            So Jack wanted to enjoy some man time, did he? Just wanted to drink some beer and watch the game, did he? Fine. She’d show she could play along too.
 
            Liz circled around the chair and dropped to her knees in front of Jack. She reached out unzipped his pants, then reached in pulled out his perfect thick cock.
 
            Jack reached out and dropped a heavy hand on her head, pushing her head lower so he could see the television, but Liz didn’t mind. Her head was going lower anyway.
 
            She was face-to-face with his cock now. The heavy, masculine scent was filling her lungs, making her lubricate like crazy. She slid her mouth over his dick, let it sit heavy on her tongue. She could feel it hardening already, growing firmer in her mouth. Liz savored the sensation of having a mouth full of cock, her lips a perfect fit around the thickening shaft.
 
            Oh, yes. She’d show him now!
 
            His cock now fully erect, Liz began sliding her warm, wet mouth up and down his thick shaft. She moaned slightly as she worked his dick, realizing she was right where she should be. She was showing Jack for sure, teaching him a lesson! She couldn’t remember what that lesson was supposed to be, but she was making sure he learned it.
 
            Her head was bobbing now, her lips firmly wrapped his shaft, her tongue instinctively working the spots she knew worked best with him. Her lips were sliding all the way to the base of his cock now, pressing against his impossibly swelled balls. She could tell he was getting close to release, getting close to unloading that huge, heavy load into her mouth. He was about to learn his lesson!
 
            Just when his cock suddenly became rigid, her lips stretched tight around the base, his heavy hand plopped on top of her hair, the weight of his hand holding her head in place. Eyes wide, Liz’s head remained locked in place as Jack’s cock exploded into her throat. Hot, heavy sperm filled her mouth instantly, threatening to leak out. Heart pounding, she began swallowing the lava flow as quickly as she could, but this suddenly triggered her own release, and then Liz was moaning around his cock, no more able to stop the radiating pleasure in her belly than she was able to stop the thick, incessant flow of semen down her throat.
 
            Liz had no idea how long she kneeled there, his dick draining into her mouth. She’d come so hard that her head was spinning. She could only kneel there, his hand on her head, her mouth working the last of his semen out of his massive dick. She was so full.
 
            Finally the weight on her head disappeared. Then it was back again, but only momentarily. He was patting her on the head.
 
            “Good girl,” he said. “That wasn’t bad. Now go get me a beer and let me watch the rest of my game in peace.”
 
            Liz’s cheeks flushed as she got to her feet and made her way to the kitchen. Her thoughts were still a jumble, but her hands were on auto-pilot and she was able to get Jack’s beer, even somehow remembering to open it. She took it out to Jack and handed it to him.
 
            He reached out and absently patted her bottom, his eyes still locked to the television.
 
            Whatever. Liz turned and headed for the door. Even if Jack was a jerk, she felt so relaxed and at peace. She took a deep breath, her hand on her slightly curved bell, nodding in satisfaction as she headed back to her trailer.
 
Yep, she’d sure shown him! Even if she was a sopping wet mess and had forgotten to tell him she was pregnant before she’d left.
 
*****
 
            Oh, gawd. There was no mistaking it by now. Petal’s stupid dandelion test was right. She was pregnant. But how the hell was she showing so much so soon? She couldn’t be much more than a month or so along, but she already had an obvious, burgeoning belly. Not that she needed maternity dresses or anything like that, but she couldn’t button her jeans anymore. At the rate her belly was swelling, she was going to have a 6-month belly in like two weeks. What the hell?!
 
            She still hadn’t told Jack. Every time she’d gone to his trailer to tell him, she’d ended up distracted and blowing him. Every time! She’d go there determined to tell him that he’d put a baby in her belly, but somehow she ended up on her knees, coming like a slut with his dick in her mouth. EVERY. TIME!
 
            Okay, yes, the orgasms were mind-blowing. Who knew that cummies from giving blowjobs could be so intense? But she wasn’t a blowjob bimbo, dammit! She was a working woman! A professional! She was going to march over there right now and tell him!
 
*****
 
            When she got there, Jack was outside leaning under the hood of his truck. He was stripped to the waist. He straightened as she approached.
 
            “Hey, princess,” he said, drawing the back of his hand across his forehead. “I hope nothin’s broken at your place. I’m a little busy right now.”
 
            Liz closed her eyes and breathed deep. Gawd, he smelled so fucking good. Masculine. Her pussy was lubricating, wet as hell. Her nipples were rigid. She pressed her knees together, trying to focus. Those bare, broad shoulders rippled a little every time he moved. He looked good in jeans. She could drop to her knees right now, just unzip those jeans, could have his cock in her mouth in seconds. Lips wrapped tight, stroking over that perfect shaft, feeling those heavy balls cupped in her hands, feel them swelling, getting ready to deliver their cargo into her waiting-
 
            “Princess?”
 
            Oh, gawd! She had spaced out right in front of him, fantasizing about sucking his dick. Her cheeks went bright red.
 
            “Nothing!” she blurted. “I mean, I just wanted to…to…to tell you that you need to stay hydrated if you’re going to be working out here in the sun!”
 
            Jack looked amused. “Hydrated, eh?”
 
            Liz nodded frantically, hair bouncing everywhere. “Yes! Absolutely.”
 
            “Well, then, princess, why don’t you go grab me a beer?”
 
            Liz blinked, then nodded again. “Yes! A beer. A beer is…yes, a beer! Good idea. Very, umm, hydrating! Yes, a beer!”
 
            She turned and made her way into Jack’s trailer. Fuckity fuck. Could that have been any more embarrassing?
 
            She went to the kitchen to get Jack his beer, but then she realized he was probably hungry too. Liz decided to make him a quick sandwich. Then she glanced around. The kitchen was a mess. How the hell could she make a sandwich in such a messy kitchen? Men!
 
            Dishes on the counter got moved to the sink to join the dishes already in there. Despite the tall pile, though, it didn’t take long. She scrubbed down the counter and finally stepped back, nodding. Much better.
 
            Then Jacks voice sounded from the doorway. “Well, it’s a good thing I wasn’t as dehydrated as you thought, right?”
 
            Oh, gawd. She’d forgotten to bring Jack his beer! Face flaming, she babbled an apology, but Jack just laughed.
 
            “Ahh, don’t worry ‘bout it, princess. It was funny. Just bring the stuff out to the living room.” He turned and headed for his chair.
 
            Liz exhaled, her cheeks still red. It was impossible to keep track of everything!
 
            She put the sandwich on a plate and grabbed a cold beer, then headed for the living room. But as soon as she left the kitchen area, her knees went weak.
 
            The kitchen smelled like the chemicals she’d been using to clean. In contrast, the living room swirled with his scent. Moving from one to the other was making her head spin.
 
            “Princess? You okay?”
 
            Oh, gawd. She was wet. So wet. Her belly muscles were jumping. But she forced her voice to sound normal. “Sure, I’m fine. No problem.”
 
            He was sitting in his chair. She made her way over, casually putting her sandwich and beer on a standing tray next to him. He still hadn’t put on a shirt and she could smell the perspiration on him, a powerfully masculine scent.
 
            Oh, gawd. Her nipples were hard. Absolutely rigid. She was sopping wet. She wanted his dick in her mouth so bad. Or her pussy. She wanted those big hands to just bend her over, that thick dick to just push inside her, stretch her pussy to the max, force its way inch-by-inch inside-
 
            “Earth to princess. Come in, princess.”
 
            Liz blinked. She’d zoned out again. Again! She opened her mouth to apologize, protest, something! But nothing came out. Flustered, unable to speak, and too aroused to think straight, she dropped to her knees between his legs, unzipped his jeans and started blowing her landlord.
 
            Jack continued eating his sandwich as if he didn’t have a knocked-up tenant sucking his dick, but Liz was beyond caring. She shuddered and came within seconds of taking that fat cock in her mouth. Her head continued bobbing as he worked though his sandwich. Finally he took a deep swallow of his beer, let out a belch and then dropped his hand on her head, holding it in place as he finally erupted in her mouth.
 
            Liz’s head swirled as his heavy balls unloaded thick, heavy seed into her mouth. She moaned around his cock, swallowing instinctively, feeling her belly fill as her throat worked. For long seconds she swallowed his load without pause, and for long seconds she came as she did so, watching bright lights flicker behind her eyelids.
 
            His cock slowed and then finally stopped, fully drained. Softened but still hefty, his dick remained in Liz’s mouth as she sighed and dropped her head against his thigh, her eyes closed, exhausted from her consecutive orgasms. The last thing she heard before darkness fell was his chuckle and the click of the television being turned on.
 
            A few minutes later, Liz’s eyes snapped open. In the few moments it took her to get her thoughts together, she realized that a) she was on her knees, and b) she had a cock in her mouth. She scrambled to her feet, cheeks flaming.
 
            “Hey!” said Jack, looking amused. “Take it easy, princess.”
 
            Oh, gawd. She’d done it again. She was a blowjob bimbo. She scurried for the door, closing it behind her as she tottered down the steps. Her belly wasn’t so big that she was waddling yet, but she was close, and being full of semen didn’t help. She slowed, hand on her belly, breathing through her open mouth for several seconds as she caught her breath.
 
            Then she blinked. She had again forgotten to tell Jack she was pregnant. AGAIN!
 
            Well, not this time! She wasn’t leaving without telling him. She turned around and marched back up his steps, then walked through his door without knocking.
 
            Jack glanced at her as she stormed through his door and stomped up to his chair. He looked amused. “Back so soon?”
 
            “Jack!” she said. “I’m pregnant!”
 
            Jack took a swallow of his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yeah, I know,” he said.
 
            Liz blinked. “What?”
 
            Jack reached forward and put a hand on her hip, moving Liz to the side to keep her from blocking his view of the television. “I said, ‘I know’.”
 
            Liz bit her lower lip, trying not to betray the sudden twitch in her still-sopping pussy as his heavy hand handled her, moving her out of the way. Then she exhaled and said, “You already knew?!”
 
            Jack sighed, then suddenly pulled the bottom hem of her top up, exposing her bare belly. “’Course I do. Ya think I didn’t notice this? You barely fit in those denim shorts.” He paused for a moment, then grinned. “Gotta admit you look good in ‘em, though.”
 
            Oh, gawd. He could see her belly already! That meant everybody could see her swelling belly! Everybody was going to know she’d gotten knocked up!
 
            Face flaming, she stomped her foot. “If you knew, why didn’t you say something?!”
 
            Jack glanced at the MMA fight on the television. “You needed [i]me[/i] to tell you that you’re knocked up?”
 
            “Yes! I mean no! I mean…you know what I mean!”
 
            Jack took a swallow of beer. “I’m surprised Petal didn’t notice and tell you to pee on carnations or whatever.”
 
            “Dandelions!”
 
            “Whatever,” said Jack, shrugging. “Anyway, I figured if you wanted to say something about it, you’d say it.”
 
            Liz was at a loss for words. “You put a baby in my belly! You…you…you’re making me fat!”
 
            Jack laughed. “So? Looks good on you. You were too skinny anyway.”
 
            Liz stomped her foot in frustration. That man was so maddening! “You’re…you’re not allowed to look at my ass anymore!”
 
            She spun and stormed out the door, pretending not to hear Jack laugh as she slammed the door behind her.
 
*****
 
            “He knew!”
 
            Liz, Petal and Raven were sitting outside on the back patio of Liz’s trailer. The night air was chilly, but there was a fire burning in a small brick fireplace at the edge of the patio. Raven was drinking a beer, Petal was smoking something that smelled herbal in nature, and Liz was drinking a lemonade.
 
            Liz hit the table with her hand and said again, “He knew!”
 
            Petal exhaled a stream of smoke. “Well, he’s not, like, [i]blind[/i], you know? You’re growing everyday. And I did tell you.”
 
            “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever!”
 
            Raven laughed. The dark-haired motorcycle mechanic was making no secret of the fact that she was enjoying the professional bougie Liz getting knocked up by a trailer park landlord. She said it was the anti-establishment streak in her. “Look,” said Raven, “don’t make the mistake of thinking Jack doesn’t pay attention to stuff. The dude sees [i]everything[/i], trust me.”
 
            “Oh, yeah,” said Petal. “He totally does. He knows, for sure, every girl he gets pregnant.”
 
            “He’s done this before?”
 
            Petal and Raven stared incredulously.
 
            “Well, yeah,” said Petal. “He’s, you know, an Alpha. That’s what he does.”
 
            Raven took a swallow of her beer and shook her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t know. The dude has knocked up chicks all over this park. Every girl knows not to be late with the rent. He’ll cut you slack on the late rent, but…well…” She pointed at Liz’s belly significantly.
 
            Liz blushed. “I had no idea. Why don’t you two have trailers full of kids?”
 
            Petal giggled. “I keep him supplied with various, um, herbs and spices.”
 
            They looked at Raven, who shrugged. “I help him keep his hog running.”
 
            “Hog?”
 
            “His Harley Davidson,” said Raven. “Nice ride.”
 
            “And that protects your belly?”
 
            “Yep,” said Raven. “I did end up blowing him once, though.”
 
            Liz and Petal stared, thunderstruck.
 
            “What?!” said Liz. “But you’re a lesbian!”
 
            “So?” said Raven. “Being lesbian doesn’t make me immune to those damn Alpha pheromones.” She took a deep swallow of beer. “I drank some of that moonshine he brews. Had a little too much and he got me. Gotta admit it was interesting, though. Not enough to turn me straight, but it wasn’t horrible.” She looked at Liz’s belly and grinned. “At least I didn’t end up with an Alpha baby in my belly like a certain bougie girl I know.”
 
            Liz stuck her tongue out at Raven.
 
            Raven laughed. “That an offer?”
 
*****
 
            Liz banged on Jack’s door, her round belly wobbling gently. “Jack! Open this door, dammit!”
 
            The door opened, revealing a bleary-eyed Jack. “Princess, it’s two in the fucking morning. This had better be important.”
 
            Liz glared at Jack. It turned out Petal had some kind of herb that was fine for pregnant women to smoke. Liz had never heard of it, but it turned out to be sneakily strong and the hangout session with Petal and Raven had run later than expected. Spurred on by the earlier revelation of Jack’s status and emboldened by the herbal imbibition, Liz had decided she wasn’t going to wait to get answers.
 
            “You’re an Alpha!” she said.
 
            Jack looked at her like she’d grown an additional appendage. “Yeah? So?”
 
            “You didn’t tell me!”
 
            “What am I supposed to do? Blow a fucking trumpet?”
 
            “Look at my belly! You could have given me a warning! You don’t look like an Alpha!”
 
            Jack rolled his eyes. “I don’t look like an Alpha? That’s your complaint? What, you think every Alpha in the world looks like the pretty boys from The Zone?”
 
            “Well…yes!”
 
            Jack brayed laughter. “Sorry to burst your bubble, princess, but those pretty boys just target the low hanging fruit and then use their pheromones like a fucking hammer instead of a tool.”
 
            “What are you talking about?”
 
            “Oh, geez. Okay, look, once upon a fucking time, there was a young bull and an older bull up on a hill. There were a bunch of cows at the bottom of the hill. You with me so far?”
 
            “Yes! I’m not ditzy, you know.”
 
            “Not yet. Anyway, the younger bull sees the cows and he get crazy horny. He scrambles over to the older bull and says, “Hey! Hey! C’mon! Let’s run down there and [i]FUCK[/i] one of those cows!”
 
            “Okay. So?”
 
            Jack shrugged. “So the older bull just shakes his head and says, ‘No. Let’s [i]walk[/i] down there and fuck them all.’”
 
            Liz stamped her foot. “That doesn’t mean anything! Just because you used your dick in a…finesse-y…way doesn’t mean it’s right! You tricked me!”
 
            Jack laughed. “Carrying babies is a natural process, princess. There’s no right or wrong about it. You’re designed to carry babies and that’s exactly what you’re doing. And I have to add that you’re doing a good job. At least you are when you’re not banging on my door at two in the morning.”
 
            Then he reached out and patted Liz’s soft midsection.
 
            Liz’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to protest, but she suddenly stopped as her pussy suddenly clenched and gushed. She closed her eyes and shuddered, basking in the sudden nearness of Jack. She could feel his hands on her, feel him stripping off her clothes. A tiny part of her mind screamed that she was still on Jack’s porch, still outside, and that she was naked, but the rest of her mind was firmly ignoring that part.
 
            Her nipples were rock hard. She could feel the chill night air blowing over them, tweaking them, making her shiver in heated desire. She felt his hands moving her, turning her, bending her forward, hands on his porch railing, her hips back, ass high. Presenting like a good girl.
 
            She felt a momentary wrench when a sudden pressure occurred against her tight back entrance, but it was only momentary. Her pussy gushed as her sphincter suddenly relaxed, allowing Jack’s cock to enter her ass unhindered.
 
            Her Alpha landlord then proceeded to pound her ass silly.
 
            He stroked his cock into her tight ass without pause, his hips slapping against her rounded ass. His heavy balls slapped against her clit, causing a succession of orgasms. Her back passage tightened around his shaft each time. Liz was moaning now, unable to control her responses as Jack butt-fucked her for long minutes.
 
            Finally, Jack’s heavy hands tightened on her hips and he pulled her back into him, her belly jiggling slightly, milk-swelled boobs swaying. He held her in place for long seconds as he shot his load into her ass. Liz could feel the hot surge entering her bowels, filling her from behind. The crazy hot sensations of being filled by that thick, perfect cock sent a shock of heat through her belly and triggered another explosive orgasm of her own. He continued filling her ass with hot semen even as she shuddered and came on his cock.
 
            Jack finally finished draining his balls into Liz. He pulled his cock out of her back passage with an almost audible pop. Liz dropped to her knees, eyes closed, still trying to catch her breath. Jack reached down and patted her round, bare ass.
 
            “That’s what happens when pheromones get used like a hammer, princess,” said Jack. “See the difference? It’s chilly out. Put your clothes on and go home.”
 
            Then Jack turned and went back inside his trailer, closing the door behind him.
 
*****
 
            “I’m never going to live this down!”
 
            Liz was laying in bed. She had the covers pulled over her head. Petal was sitting on the side of the bed, patting the covers sympathetically.
 
            “It’s okay, sweetie,” said Petal. “Just because the whole park watched you get it up the butt last night-“
 
            “I’M NEVER LEAVING MY TRAILER AGAIN!”
 
            “C’mon, Lizzie,” said Petal. “You’ll feel better after some breakfast.”
 
            Liz kept the covers pulled over her head. “I’m never eating again!”
 
            “C’mon, cutie. You have to eat.”
 
            “NO! Do you have any idea what a gallon of Alpha semen does to you when it’s injected back there?!”
 
            That caught even the unflappable Petal by surprise. “Umm…okay…umm…how about some coffee?”
 
            “Arrrrrgggggghhhh!”
 
            Suddenly the door to Liz’s trailer opened and Raven walked in. “Hey, kids, it’s me. How’s the butt bimbo doing?”
 
            “I’M NOT A BUTT BIMBO!”
 
            Raven grinned. “Really? ‘Cuz I’ve seen some video that says otherwise. Ziggy had a great angle and you can see the very moment when you-“
 
            “I’M NEVER GETTING OUT OF BED AGAIN!”
 
            Raven laughed and sat on the edge of the bed next to Petal. “Oh, stop worrying. So you got publicly butt-fucked. Everybody knows how fucking randy Jack is and what he’s capable of. It happens. As a sidenote, I’d recommend that you not show up on his porch stoned at 2am and start yelling at him, but that aside, this stuff happens.”
 
            There was silence for several heartbeats. Then the covers were pulled down low enough that Liz’s eyes were visible. “You’re positive?”
 
            Raven chuckled. “Yes, I’m sure. Although you don’t want to end up in that position [i]too[/i] often.”
 
            “Oh, yeah, definitely not,” said Petal. “Remember Aria? He used to do her back there [i]all[/i] the time.”
 
            “What happened to Aria?” asked Liz.
 
            Raven and Petal looked at each other. Raven shrugged and said, “She ended up in a diaper. There, I said it. Now get up and eat some lunch.”
 
*****