Hello guys!

 

Please, let me introduce myself...

 

...my name is Hope.

 

Narrator Hope: I was born and *mostly* raised here, in the lovely, dry and dusty little shithole that is the town of Chestnut Ridge.

 

Thankfully, I will be moving to Britchester after the Summer brake to go to college. But until then, I have to work as a bartender in my mother's pub, so let's get going with the introductions, shall we?

 

Narrator Hope: This...is my mother. The proud single mother of one and local entrepreneur, Mrs Celia Dove.

 

Narrator Hope: She left the city shortly after giving birth to me after she was kicked out by her conservative family, but she returned after earning some money to open a little stinky bar...

 

Narrator Hope: Local alcoholic reunion point, Dove's. And now, I have to spend the summer working here as a bartender because, as my beautiful mother always says "A Dove woman always fends for herself" -bitch

 

Narrator Hope: And what did she do in her time out of time, you may ask? Well, she did what every eighteen years old sweetheart with a killer body from any little town can do...

 

Narrator Hope: ...she became a stripper.

 

Narrator Hope: And not just a simple stripper. She was also the most demanded escort in all of San Myshuno from what I've found.

 

Narrator Hope: Rapers, Actors, Rich bastards, and all kinds of wealthy, married men were paying crazy amounts to use her like a fucking sex doll...

 

Narrator Hope: I remember seeing men coming in and out of her room non-stop when I was a kid. Thankfully that didn't last long and as soon as she had enough cash to open this rathole of a pub, we came back.

 

Narrator Hope: My mother has become a quite renown member of our community. Rumor has it she has sucked every married dick in the whole town to keep the bar full every afternoon. A rumor that has followed me my whole teenage years, of course.

 

Once a whore, always a whore, I guess. As I know that she applies the same treatment to her employees...

 

*7cupsbobatae sim Anton Carrier

Narrator Hope: ...classic Dove move.

 

Narrator Hope: You see, my mother is a beautiful woman, I'll give you that. Bus she has a pair infalible weapons at her disposal that would make any man in the world drop to her knees...

 

...her huge, perfect Mommy Milkers!

 

No, not those...

 

Narrator Hope: ...THOSE.

 

Narrator Hope: On top those sapphire blue eyes, and a killer body. The good Lord above decided to bless my mother with every man's weakness.

 

Narrator Hope: A big pair of jugs. But as the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, you may hear her throne trembling. Because as big and juicy as the queen's jewels may appear...

 

Narrator Hope: .mine are even better *chuckles*

 

Narrator Hope: But more on that later. 

 

With so many enchants, I suppose is no surprise that she landed a fucking billionaire.

 

Narrator Hope: Not this one, tho. This is Christopher. My mother's fiancés' stupid son and my new step brother...I guess. 

 

Narrator Hope: He's your stereotypical rich boy, almost out of a horny teenager's wet dream. He's tall, handsome and has the body of a fucking demigod. He's also dumb, narcissistic and a certified bully, of course.

 

Narrator Hope: And as if it was a twisted bad joke, God decided to reward this absolute fuckass with the perfect dick.

 

Narrator Hope: It wasn't long until that idiot tried to have his way with me. And ain't gonna lie...I was tempted to use him as my personal dildo.

 

Narrator Hope: But I refused to fall as low as the whores he calls his "herd"

 

Narrator Hope: Chris has since put his only two functional neurons to work in trying to tame his booty calls with my arrivals from work.

 

The redhead with not a single drop of self love on her knees choking on my step brother's dick is my best friend Holly.

 

Narrator Hope: Whore...

 

Holly: I'm so sorry bestie, you brothers dick is too good, I couldn't resist...

 

Hope: Whatever...

 

Chris: This is what you are missing, Sis. Don't be a prude and join us.

 

Narrator Hope: Fuck! I even caught that psycopath fucking Holly's Mother. My own mothers best friend, Aranessa Cornwall.

 

Aranessa: Fuck! Hope, baby, this is not what it seems...

 

Hope: How is it not what it seems? OMG

 

Chris: Fuck! You are even better than your daughter.

 

Aranessa: WHAT?

 

Hope: I gotta go...

 

Aranessa: Wait...Hope....don't tell...your mother....GOD IT FEELS SO GOOD.

 

Chris: Forget about her, she won't tell her mother.

 

Aranessa: Hey! What did you say about my daughter before?

 

Chris: Shut up and take this dick, bitch!

 

Aranessa: Oh! Yess, baby. I'm all yours. Use me however you want

 

Narrator Hope: Ugh! It's like every body in this fucking town is a slut. I could just surrender and give in to this bastard. That would be easy, but I have my sights set in a different price.

 

"...and I always get what I want. One way or another"

 

 

Narrator Hope: This is Kyle Malone.

 

Narrator Hope: Heir to one of the biggest fortunes in the oil industry and the CEO of his family's company.

 

Narrator Hope: This God-sent Dilf is tall, handsome, hot, and unlike his dumb son, he is polite, outgoing and brave.

 

 

Narrator Hope: I can't stop day dreaming about him. It's not my fault I'm into older men. Especially when they are that hot. Of course, there's a little obstacle in the way... 

 

Narrator Hope: Ugh! I would fucking drown her to be in her place.

 

Narrator Hope: I know, I know. I'm just kidding. I love my mother. In the end, the only people we have always been able to count on is one another...

 

Narrator Hope: But I can't avoid feeling a bit jealous.

 

*Moans*

 

Narrator Hope: Because Kyle can be a nice guy, hot as hell and be loaded to the fucking teeth...

 

*Loud Moans*

 

Narrator Hope: I know Celia Doves. And that woman values a good orgasm more that all the gold in the world. And When those two fuck...

 

Narrator Hope: ...The whole damn Mansion shakes.

 

*VERY LOUD MOANS*

 

Narrator Hope: I can't fucking control myself.

 

Narrator Hope: I spent every second, of every minute, of every our of the day trying to imagine what it would look like. Putting his disgusting son's huge cock in his body to try to make myself an idea...

 

 

...and no level of reverie would have prepared me for the actual thing.

 

Hope: Oh! Sorry I thought it was empty - A house with six bathrooms and I enter his? It was a bad excuse bur what can I say? I was desperate to know.

 

Hope: OH MY GOD!

 

Narrator Hope: *chuckles* I get wet thinking about it.

 

Kyle: Jesus Christ! Hope, Darling I didn't even hear you get in...

 

Hope: My, my. I can see why my mother is so obsessed with you.

 

Kyle: What? I...oh my god, the towel - I have to cover my self. This is so embarrasing.

 

Kyle: Good Lord. I'm sorry you have to see me naked, sweetheart...

 

Hope: Sorry? There's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, if you need help with that you can count on me, since we are family now...

 

Kyle: What? ...you...darling what are you talking about? Please leave I need to finish and...please leave.

 

Narrator Hope: I know. It was bold of me but I had to try. An now that I've seen it, I just can help it. He's gotta be mine. I need him inside me. An I will do whatever it takes...

 

Kyle: Well, Celia is at the Dove's, Chris is at practice and I haven't seen Hope so I finally have time to watch the game on my own.

 

Narrator Hope: ...to get what I want.

 

Hope: Hey Kyle.

 

Kyle: "Jesus Christ, please, no" -Oh hey sweetheart. I didn't know you were home. Uh...do you need me to go grave you some clothes...

 

Hope: Oh there will be no need for clothes.

 

Hope: See, I wanted to apologize for what happened between us the other day. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.

 

Kyle: Oh there's no need to apologize, I...

 

Hope: And since it seems I owe you a little something...

 

Hope: I thought It was on reasonable if I settled the score, don't you think?

 

Kyle: "Good Lord give me strength..."

 

Kyle: "...and have mercy on my soul"

 

Hope: What's wrong daddy? Did I leave you speechless?

 

Kyle: I...I have to go. This, this is not okay...

 

Hope: Wait! How can you go like that. Stop and hear me out.

 

Hope: How can you turn around when you have a body like this right here.

 

Kyle: Hope, I...your mother.

 

Hope: Forget about Celia, she can't give you what I can. I'm younger, hotter, and you can use me however you want, daddy.

 

Kyle: Please, stop calling me that.

 

Hope: But you are my daddy now, are you not? And I can be your pretty little girl if you let me...

 

Kyle: This has to stop before is too late, Hope. I...

 

Hope: What? You think I'm going to give up like that? Do you think I go around offering myself to every man that crosses my path?

 

Hope: Listen, you better fuck me right here, right now or I swear I will turn your life into a nightmare. What do you think will happen to you when I turn to the press claiming that you tried to have your way with me? Do you want that Kyle?

 

Kyle: Gosh...

 

Hope: Answer me! Give me What I want or...

 

Kyle: "This...this is bad. I can't..." - Enough, I gotta talk to your mother about this.

 

Hope: What? How can you be so stupid? I...

 

Kyle: I SAID ENOUGH!

 

YOU THINK SOMEONE LIKE ME SURVIVES IN THE CORPORATE WORLD FALLING FOR EVERY BRAT THAT THREATENS THEM WITH FALSE ACCUSATIONS?

 

Kyle: I expected far better from you, Hope. I thought you were a good girl. But I sees that you need some  punishment.

 

Kyle: This is what you wanted? Well, you are going to have it.

 

Kyle: And when I'm finished with you you are going to learn what an obedient woman should really behave.

 

Narrator Hope: Oh poor, poor me. Maybe a fell a little bit back there. I shouldn't have threaten him back there.

 

Anyways, this is me guys. Cute, little, hopeless Hope.

 

Narrator Hope: And as I told you before, I always...

 

ALWAYS...get what I want.

 

*To Be Continued*