Mrs. White-Trash

She was always walking around without underwear, only wearing a T-shirt, yeah, just like she fucken OWNED the place.

But the cunt was living on welfare, so basically she was screwing me, by high taxes, and I thought it was only just if she was forced to pay something back to me.

And if she had been a good woman, someone worthy of my respect, she would have covered her windows anyway, not flashing her thighs for any man to see.

So basically it just HAD TO be done, and I busted inside while she was sitting in her sofa, in a blue T-shirt and nothing more.

She was watching shit on the TV, drinking cheap beer.

She froze instantly when she did see the gun, and she did know the drill, as most ghetto trash-cunts do.

- Off with the glasses! (she did comply)

- Off with the T-shirt! (she did comply)

- Get on your feets! (she did comply)

- Go to the armrest! (she did comply)

- Bend over! Ass up! (she did comply)

- Hands on your back so I can cuff'em! (she did comply)

She did not even have time to bite the pillow, I was going in dry!

Trashy cunts like her are always obnoxious, so an assblasting is always mandatory to me on these kinda women, it kinda puts them to place, right from the very start.

Looking down upon her big, fat, and pale white-trash ass both aroused me, and made me go into a frenzy.

I pounded her wildly, like an animal.

- Admit that you're a cunt now! Admit it! (she did comply)

- You've been teasing for years, confess, confess! (she did comply)

"WOOO HOOO!" I was shouting, as my first load of cum did explode deep into her ass.

- Now get on your knees and suck me, unless you'd rather have another go at your ass! (whimpering and tearstained she did comply)

Her pathetic tears only made me despise her even more, because cunts like her always see themselves as victims, even thou they always bring the mess down upon themselves, and they alone are the only to blame for their current status.

And she started sucking, and obviously she was good at it, a lot of practice I guess, and she swallowed it all (she really DID know the drill)

Her sucking was the last thing i needed her mouth open to achieve, so I ballgagged her, and told her to show me her bedroom (she did comply)

I cuffed her hands, to each their bedpole, and roped her ancles to each of theirs; she was spreading open wide, as the annoying foul cunt she was.

I did enjoy that night, filling her with impregnating slyme whenever I wanted to. I mean, she'd be having some ghetto thug bastard child soon enough anyway, so it may just as well be mine, as I was about to pay for it by my taxes.

When I wasn't pumping her, I just enjoyed her naked body as a mattress, to sleep upon, plugging her cunt with my cock, making sure the spunk stayed inside her.

Next morning I left her there, still cuffed and bound, and tipped off some annoying streetgang thugs that there was some free pussy in the house.

Stupid punks swallowed my bate, and I did wait a good little while before tipping off the cops too.

Cops caught the streetpunks in the act, literally, and arrested them all.

Later on she was called Mama 55, as she delivered a bastard child nine months after the happening.

There was counted 55 marks in the bedpoles, and none of these were mine...

Whore

 

 

 

WHOREHUNTING

Indentifying a whore may sound as the easiest task on earth.

After all we're talking about a group of women who actually do plain advertising, stating the obvious.

But that goes only as far as courtesans and soliciters; the wealthseekers are actually very immune to detection by appearance.

But for the rest, they advertice it themselves.

Finding them would be like fishing in a fish bowl.

You just cannot miss, what-so-ever.

You cannot really rape a whore.

It is more like some kind of sport.

Or like shoplifting.

Bitch

You’ve probably noticed, especially if you live in an urban setting in the United States or Northern Europe, the proliferation of short haircuts among young women.

That includes anything from the chin-length “bob,” to the so-called “pixie cut,” to the Skrillex do, where a girl shaves one part of her head, while leaving the rest long, in the style of the famous electronica DJ, Skrillex.

One thing noticed is that there are some clear bitchy and butchy patterns in girls with short haircuts, versus girls with hair, say, to the mid-back and beyond.

They tend to be:

More masculine and argumentative.

These girls are more likely cuss to more, challenge you on trifling details, and try to call the shots.

Willing to pay their own way or buy a round.

They may not mean it, but they’ll grope for their wallets and make a convincing “pump fake,” at least.

More interested in emasculated, effete men.

So, naturally, they feel threatened by a “manly” guy. They’ll dismiss a stronger, confident man as a “douchebag,” even before he opens his mouth. You’ll often see them paired-up longer-term with a bearded, vegan type who doesn’t make a lot of waves.

Of course there are exceptions and outliers, and bitches comes in all forms and shapes, but see for yourself: do you notice any differences in females with short hair?

The bitchiest work colleagues, the most difficult cashier, the most confrontational, aggressive cunts in bars all share one trait: short-ass hair. 

Not only is short-hair unattractive, it’s one of the biggest signals a man can get that a woman is damaged, maybe not beyond repair, but damaged never the less. 

Damaged by the bitchy virus.

A bitch is so much better than you.

Yes, she really is, and you both know it.

She is smarter and richer than you.

She gets more respect than you, and she deserve more of it too.

She does everything right in her life.

She dresses properly, and dont sleep around like some stupid slut.

You'll probably never see a glimpse of her body, but still you know it must be perfect.

Everything about her is perfection.

Slut

 

 

 

SLUTHUNTING

Identifying sluts is not so easy as it may sound.

After all we're talking actually behavior, promiscuity, not dressing, even thou there sure is plenty of slutty dressing seen here and there.

But even as slutty dressing is an indicator, it fails bigtime as THE indicator.

Many sluts are camoflaged in proper clothing, and many good and rightous females wear slutcloths just because they follow the herd on this one.

It's important not to be just a jugdemental prick.

One really good indicator is that she goes around with nothing under, walking commando, or whatever you call it. Easy access because she likes being always ready for impulsive sex, a quickie.

Another indicator is that she do not react much to tickling, because she's used to being manhandled.

The last indicator cannot be teached, because it's something you're just born with; the slut-radar. It's like some magic skill really, but some of you just got it, and you know it.

That said even the slut-radar may miss target, because she may have a slutty soul, but still be staying prudent by pure willpower.
 A slut is not a prostitute.

It is not a profession, but an attitude.

It is what you are, when you're born that way.

Sluts enjoy flashing , and they only use cloth to make you want to see more.

More often than not they dont use underwear.

Sluts wants to be ready for a quicky at all times.

This one time, at bandcamp, I stumbled upon a very drunk ginger slut.

She mistook me for someone else, and I gave her a powerquicky she'll never forget.

I ripped her cloth and got her on her back out there in the woods.

And used her real good, as both mattress and cumdump.

3 times I came into her pussy, just to be sure that she was knocked up if she had the right period.

Pumping away while her ass was rubbing into the dirty ground.

I did not even take out my cock between the loads, I just went on fucking her with the same erection.

And I laid on top of her all the time, to deny her from draining the spunk out of her belly.

Both her breasts, and her neck, was full of marks from biting and kissing.

More because of her alcohol than my cock, she then seemingly passed out.

I tested her by assblasting her.

I rolled her on her tummy and fucked her ass until I came into her the forth time.

She never moved or moaned when her ass got blasted.

When I was sure she was really out, I kneeled, and throated her.

Unconscious sluts never bite.

And they dont remember.

Afterwards I posed her still spreading on her tummy.

I smacked that ass with still no reaction.

And she was still quiet when a beerbottle was shuved up that ass, opened but still full, pouring beer right into that cumfilled anus, making sure she would stay intoxicated for a while.

When I shuved her flute into her vagina, deep into, she started rattling, shivering, she puked with her face still down to the ground, and reposed again, nude and still spreading arms and legs.

I never got to know who she believed I was, but I've heard that guy got into a lot of trouble.

When she woke up later on, with a bottle and a flute insider her, face down i the dirt, covered in sperm, and her own saliva and puke, sticky spunk dripping from inside her for days...well...she was not happy about all that.

I hope she got pregnant.

She would make adorable children.



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The Vigilante Court

It's time to bring justice upon the needy.

WANTED CUNTS )))