Holy Fucking Shit the Bed, Batman!
Okay, so I pick up a light skinned black girl on Lisbon. I had seen her a couple of years ago, but gave up trying to hook back up with her because when I'd call the number she gave me, I'd get some black dude say "Ah don' know hah. " But I ran into her the other day and [B]I'm fucking glad I did![/B].
I go up to her place, which was amazingly clean and neat. She peels off her shirt to reveal small, and very saggy tits. Yeesh. But she squirts some milk out of her dark nipples, so I don't let the condition of her droopy saggers turn me off too much. I grab a handful of saggy tit and squeeze a nipple to make more joy juice squirt, and she shudders a little bit. I grab both nipples and squeeze. She shudders more. I pull. I twist. She starts to moan. I pull, I push. I pinch, I squeeze, I press, I slap, I spank, I pull them in opposite directions. I can only squeeze so hard, but I'm doing my damnedness. She's rubbing her coochie on me, and she busts big time. I call her bad names, I bite her. I bite her chest while I'm manhandling her tits. I bite her tits just to give my hands a rest. She busts two more times.
Jesus! I'm ready for some head now, and she does a BBBJ, but won't finish in her mouth.
I don't care. She could finish me with a handful of steel wool after what I did to her sorry little knockers.
But I can't wait to go back. Maybe I'll bring clamps or pliers or vice-grips with me. Hell, I don't know.
But I'll let you all know.
Coochie (the secret tit abuser) Eater.
God bless you all.
The Law of Unintended Consequences
[QUOTE=GRMan42;3377386]This isn't your normal report. I haven't been on here for a while because I really haven't been partaking in the hobby much. Tonight, I happened to drive someone home from work, and it happened to be in the neighborhood of 23rd and Orchard. Went inside for a few minutes, then was heading back to my car, found a girl bleeding in the street. Red flags go up, but I'm a nice guy and asked her if she was OK. Of course not. She started walking with me, she was clearly messed up on something (although she later told me she doesn't do drugs), and she talked to me like she knew me. I walked with her for a block or two, found out some guy had beat her up because he wanted to pimp her out and she wouldn't let him. She had nowhere to go. Against my best judgement, I asked if she had anywhere to go, she said no. Eventually, she asked if I could take her to her Mom's house (Oak Creek). I agreed because I couldn't leave her out there in that condition. She refused to go to an ER or call the cops, but she was bleeding from a nasty wound on her cheek, another on her shoulder, and a few other cuts on her forhead. Started driving, but we stopped at a gas station so she could clean up. After she was in the bathroom for a while, I went to check on her, and she freaked out, stormed out and down the street. I should have left well enough alone, but of course I didn't. I gave her some time to cool off, found her on a side-street, and pulled up. Rolled down the window and reminded her that I was the one person being nice to her tonight, and she got back in. Took her back to the gas station, so she could get food and drink, etc. Once back in the car, she told me she couldn't go to her mom, and asked me to take her to her Grandpa in West Allis instead. So I got up on the freeway and headed that way. She seemed to start really trusting me, cuddled up, and got comfortable as we drove. Then she took my hand and put it in her pants, told me to finger her up. At this point, I really didn't have that much interest in sexual activity with her (don't get me wrong, cleaned up I think she'd be very attractive, had a nice little body, too). But I did, as we drove, I finger fucked her. Once we got to 'stallis, she found the place I was taking her, and as luck would have it, her friend (not her Grandpa as she had originally said) was just pulling up, too. I explained that she got beat up, I found her, and couldn't take her home with me. He reluctantly agreed to take her off my hands. I'm very certain that he's just a regular customer of hers.
I'm telling this story for one reason only. I'm actually a pretty nice guy, and I'm worried about her. She clearly had a bad night, has a rough life, and I'd like to find out if she's OK. If, by chance, any of you happened to be her friend tonight, or know her, please PM me and let me know she's OK. She was beat up pretty bad, and I'm worried about where she's going to go. Sadly it'll probably be to the guy who beat her.[/QUOTE]I know more than one SW fairly well, but not Katrina, I'm sorry.
With LEO shutting down more and more of the drug houses and trap houses the girls have fewer and fewer places to go. The proprietors of said establishments that still remain seem to be exploiting the situation. I've seen more SW's out and about with bruises, cuts, scrapes or just walking down the street crying than I can ever remember. Other than rehab or possibly the ER few of these girls have anywhere to go, so they end up right back at the same place they just got beat up at.