Sloppy Huge Knockers. Please Read
This is a PSA for all the mongers who look on the are, please read.
I have been looking to scoop huge knockers for a while, but she is always in a bad spot and sometimes she is acting wild, standing nude in the street as cars pass. Recently, I was looking for her when I saw a BSW with no pants walking in a place close to the are where I usually seen no one. I looked around and decided to scoop. It hoped in, and I quickly saw it was a dude and in horrible shape. Not my thing. I said you are not my type, and that is when things got serious.
I never even went into my cop check (which I always do before negotiations), simply looked and asked it to leave. It replied, well that's OK cause I am working with the uncle and I want to ask you a question. I said no, get out. It threatened to have me arrested, I said for what I did nothing wrong and get out. She wanted to know if I knew anyone named Tasha or something. She pointed out the uncle she was working with in a black Dodge ram with rear tinted windows. I got a good look and was for sure an uncle.
I think that when you see a SW on the are and they are acting wild or nude, it is because they are working with uncle.
I think Inktown is getting hot, plus some late reports
To avoid a wall of text in one post, I'm going to do two posts (because Avie / Angel deserves her own post).
First off, though, I have been see a lot of cops in Inktown near the Marathon station. One day last week, I saw a cop pulled all the way up on the grass, parallel to Mich Ave, talking to a SW (it might have been Casandra) next to that Vet place. Lately, I have been seeing a black truck parked on Harrison just south of Michigan, but facing away from Mich Ave. I've driven past him a few times, and he has a shield emblem on his sleeve. This morning, I saw another cop just sitting on the side street by the trailer park; he might have been just watching traffic (it was about 9 am) but there was a brunette obviously strolling that I did not recognize. So stay safe and stay aware.
On to the first report: Lisa in Inkster is working again; she's the older black BBW SW I've posted about before. She's staying at a new place and only comes out once in a while. I picked her up last weekend and took her to my "safehouse" (not my house, but a safe place. I've refrerred to it in the past, but don't want to give more info and it will give away too much of my identity). Lisa is a little bit crazy: not in the scary way, but she claims God talks to her. I'm always telling her that God tells me in dreams to rawdog her and cum inside her (No, I never would. I just like seeing her reaction). Well, this time, as she was telling me her newest plan. She plans to write a book of her Forest Gump-like life, where she's met all these famous people. She brings that up, and said that God is giving her the same dream and that I should go through with it. I told her we'd better wait just to be sure God doesn't get mad. Ended up doing covered BJ and mish for. 40.
Not the greatest, but she'll get the job down when my Shacktown UTR isn't available.
EDIT: One thing I forgot to mention: when I picked up Lisa, it was the first time I have seen Sarah since I did my previous report. She was fighting with people at the gas station and ended up leaving. Lisa doesn't like her and was saying that she was a thief. I heard she had been picked up my uncle recently, so if that's true, it looks like she's back out.
New goal: to find Avie / Angel again
This was about a week and a half ago, about 11 pm on a weeknight (I think it was a Wednesday), I was stopping by the Marathon to get smokes on the way home, and was not even trying to pick anyone up. Before going in, I saw someone arguing with people in a car at one of the pumps. As I came out, one of the dudes just standing outside said, "Can you take her home? She's really drunk. " Normally, I'd say no way, but something in my gut told me to go through with it. I said sure, and she got into my car. She introduced herself as Angel, and I could smell the alcohol on her breath from several feet away; it was enough that I wondering if I was going to have to febreeze the smell out, since I don't drink. She was thin, mid 40's, with nice small tits and a bandana covering her head.
She told me she lived just off Henry Ruff and started to tell me what happened. She was drunk and decided to walk up to the station to buy some rock and was trying to hustle. She said she'd pump the gas for that car I saw her at, but they ended up ripping her off. (I'm not going to even guess how much truth was in any of her stories.) She kept insisting that she wasn't a SW so to prove I wasn't a cop, I reached over and played with her tit. She said cops will do that anyway, but asked that I not stop doing it.
We drove around for a while, just chatting. I really got the impression that she wasn't a SW, or was just starting out. Money didn't come up for about 20 minutes of just driving around (and making sure there was no LEO anywhere). She was saying that she was still feeling the effects of the last rock she hit (but there's no way that could be; she was either still drunk or on something else). I told her that I had a place we could chill at before I took her home and she agreed. I took her to my safehouse and we sat down and talked a bit more, she was making it asexual, but not in the SW kind of way; more like a drunk woman at the bar.
I told her that I didn't have any drugs or connections, but I'd give her $40. Her eyes lit up like I offered her $100. "I'm not a *****," she said, "I'm going to make love to you. " I underessed her as she undressed me, and she started kissing on my neck and nipples, and ended up leaving a small hickey on one. I kissed on her neck and let me hands explore her body. She was soaking as I played with her clit. I put a condom on and she sucked it for a bit, but I wanted to be inside her. I laid her back and when I put it in, I will say this: she had the tightest giner I've ever had. No lie. I ended up staying in mish, because I was playing with her clit the entire time. I'm positive she came at least twice judging by her almost painful grip. When it was time for me to finish, I leaned on her and kissed and bit on her neck as I pounded full force. When I finished, I saw she was grinning ear to ear and tears rolling down her face. I asked if she was okay, and she hugged me and said she was wonderful. She held me for several minutes before asking if I wore a condom. I said I did and slid out of her and pulled it off, showing it was intact and full. She said she was positive she felt it shooting into her. She realized her bandana came off and she said that I "fucked her headwrap off of her" which made us both laugh. She also realized that she had accidentally told me her real name was Avie instead her her Angel street name.
Eventually, we got dressed and I paid her and took her home. She lives in those apartments off of Henry Ruff south of Michigan Ave. She had no phone but said she'd like to see me again. I've gone by her place a few times, but have been too chickenshit to knock on her door, since I don't know who lives there. I have not seen her since.
Tl; dr: I stumbled into a GFE and I can't wait to repeat so I am keeping my eye out for her.