1. Taking out the Trash


    Date: 3/16/2017, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Mature, Author: familygatherings, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    This is an old story my husband wrote on Literotica after we did a roleplay. Hope you all enjoy it.. _____________________________ First off, I'll be polite and I'll introduce myself. My name is Rick. I live in a little dingy floating on the banks of the Seine. I used to work as a trash collector in my thirties and now I'm pretty much unemployed after I was fired because one of the guy's who's thrash I used to clear had me fired for doing something that him and my employer both found pretty unforgivable. Years back, when I was around 38 or so, I worked around the villages around Lyon, going from house to house collecting the thrash and taking it away in one of those tiny haul trucks in the little by lanes where the large dispensers wouldn't fit. Doing my rounds everyday I'd go across roughly 50 to 60 houses a day and working shifts would have me exhausted and ravished because trust me when I tell you manually lifting thrash and having it taken away was a major pain in the back. The inhabitants of the houses I'd clear out wouldn't ever acknowledge my existence and they'd refuse to as much as curtly nod in my direction if they were around as I took their cans away, so getting a thank you from them was far out of the question. Yeah, I pretty much lived an invisible hard life. There isn't much to say about me though, personally speaking. I was a ruffed looking 6 foot high fellow with messy grey hair and an unshaven face. Quite a husky texture to be honest and a heavily built man ...
    with a broad intimidating frame that helped me well when I got into bar brawls on those troublesome Friday nights at the dock bar. Luckily I was pretty well endowed with a gleaming seven inch member that made it easy to get around with all the hookers at the docks with whom I was a cherished loyal customer, since obviously a man of my stature wouldn't be able to find a woman he could stick to without her hating him for the amount of money he got out of his job. She couldn't really expect a fucking villa on the Riviera and I couldn't afford to get her a truck full of designer clothes working clearing household thrash. So yeah, my life, like I said was pretty much a fucking dead end of poverty and alcoholism. But one day just made it all so much fucking worse. There I was, doing my rounds as usual, going from house to house clearing out the garbage being completely ignored until I walked past plot number 47 which had always been vacant since the tenants moved out three years ago, so I never had anything to clear out there. But walking by I saw a can filled with boxes and cartons so I was surprised. A new tenant? Jeez, I wonder what kind of scumbag this one would be now. So I walk up to the house to see who lives there and to go up and explain the charges per month of clearing out the thrash, and ringing the bell I expect to see some vintage grandmother in her night gown all pissed off because I made her get off her armchair to open the door, but very much, and I do mean it when ...
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