A Fine First Night, And A Frustrating, Disappointing Second Day And Night
The following is fiction:
I wish to begin by cordially thanking the good opium farmers of the Orient, as well as those in Persia.
In the Great Circle Of Life, I pump my seed into Rose's mouth, and 20 minutes later, Danny shoots heroin into his arm. The trap house boss pays his rent, and his landlord pays his property tax. The slore buys some snacks at the local pantry, and the pantry pays their sales tax and property tax. We Johns fuel the local Silver City economy.
I arrived in town Thursday evening and picked up Kerri after cruising for only probably 15 minutes. She was lurking in an alley that I was creeping through between 15th place and 16th street, half-a-block south of McDonald's. 20. I took her out to one of my spots and pumped a big pig load into her mouth. 5.
Later, I came back out and creeped about. I picked up Andrea on the corner of Greenfield and around 13th street. 20. Took her out to the spot and pumped a load straight down her gullet 4 hours and 15 minutes after shooting into Kerri's mouth. She lacked rhythm but made up for it with diligence and determination. After probably 17 minutes of fellatio, Andrea swallowed my load with ease and stride. 10. I'm proud of Andrea. She has acclimated to her new profession comfortably and smoothly. Her job title is cocksucker. I respect the fact that, like Jill who stands in the same area Andrea stands, Andrea takes advantage of the perks of her profession, such as the abundance of free protein drinks the clientele make available to her. A girl swallowing my load is a wonderful creature. Body Shopper is a pig among swine and recognizes those of his fellow travelers who also meet that bar. I can't remember if Andrea swallowed my chode on our first date or not, but her doling so on this, our second date, suggests that she is in that high category of raucous souls such as Jill and myself, who consume and splash about in as much volume of sexual fluids of as many members of the opposite gender as possible. She's still new, so time will tell.
I awoke the next day and sloremongered from 12:20 pm Until 1:00 am, during which time I did three dates and also took a break to try to nap once.
I picked up Becca from around 12th street, a half-a-block or so south of Greenfield, at around 2:00 pm Over the course of the next hour, we used two different spots for fellatio, then she suggested we do it outdoors. 20. She was nodding off every five seconds and scraping the hell out of my dick in so doing. Once we were outdoors, she opted to bend over and suck in standing position, but before she could begin, I ended the date. She'd sucked for probably 20 minutes in two sessions, nodding off the entire time. As we got back to her stomping grounds, The Dreaded Marisol was standing on a corner at around 12th street, shouting angrily at someone across the street. I started to pull in, but Becca desperately told me not to, citing Mari's presence as her reason, and saying that Mari is "horrible". Yeah, no shit. Becca got out at 7th or 8th Street. Mari is skinny as a twig, was almost naked, acting crazy as hell, and looking like she's about to die. I saw her out there that whole day and night.
I picked up Lola at around 6:00 pm At the pantry at 11th & Greenfield. We agreed to 20 for suck or 30 for suck-and-fuck if I don't cum, and 30 for suck or 40 for suck-and-fuck if I do cum. She did a mediocre few minutes of head, then I fucked her with a 3/4 hard dick for a minute or less, then pulled out since it was going limp, then she gave me a few more minutes of head during which she, like Becca earlier, started nodding off! At one point, she quit, saying "I'll take the 30". I looked at the clock, and this was a full 11 minutes after she'd begun the blow job at the beginning of the date! I handed over the 30 while expressing my discontent. She then nodded off and was asleep most of the time on the way back. I hollered out the window to a lady at a bus stop, "I just got my dick sucked!" Lola woke up and screamed out the window, "I just sucked his dick!" As we neared her stomping grounds, I could not wake her. So, I pulled into the open pantry again, this time into a parking spot right in front of the doors, with the windows down. Lola's shorts and underpants were still off, and she was unresponsive. People were parked on both sides of us. I was fearing that this would end poorly for me, and I was quite frantic, going out of my mind, continuously yelling at her to wake up and get out. Finally, after around 5 minutes of that, she arose and tucked her underpants into her bra, put on her shorts, and exited my vehicle. Hallelujah!
At almost midnight, I called Kerri, knowing that she is always the opposite of nodding off. She answered, and we met just after midnight at the location of her choice, though she offered me to choose. 20. She sucked me hard and frantically for 20 minutes or so until I told her that the date can end then. I dropped her back off where I'd picked her up at and drove home disappointed and frustrated.
Baby Jess, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is he who shooteth seed into your face hole.
Erika, you are The Light Of Silver City. Illuminate us with your divine presence.
Reah, oh divine Sister Of Mercy, The Annointed One. You are truly The Mother Of All Cocksuckers.
Amen.
Rose And Lola Must Think I'm Ugly
I bragged to both Rose and Lola on my most recent date with each of them, about Jill demanding I fuck her brains out for free in the motel a month or two ago. I may have bragged to other prostitutes about it too; I don't remember. Both Lola and Rose were incredulous, astonished, bewildered, and in disbelief. These were on separate dates, mind you, not on a threesome date. Rose said, "That's unbelievable. " Then she managed to face reality by reasoning, "I've heard that Jill loves sex. " Lola said flat out, "Na-ah," smirking. She, too, eventually accepted that it happened, but neither girl could wrap her mind around it. The only conclusion I can draw from their respective and identical reactions is that they both think I'm ugly. Otherwise, why would they find it so difficult to believe that a woman would want to have sex with me? Rose and Lola both have had sex with plenty of men for free, and every girl they know has done the same. One day I will share with you fine gentlemongers the rebuttal that I intelligently restrained myself from saying to Rose. I dig Rose's looks and personality very much, so my rebuttal would not have been anything critical of her. But it would have laid the smack down, nonetheless.
Well. Every report has said no phone
[QUOTE=TrollMongo;6584732]Andrea is one of the few who keeps her phone working and she is very good about responding. I guess she is kind of setting a new standard. Maybe when the other girls see how she does things and how much it helps her they will start doing the same. We can hope at least.[/QUOTE]As I saw her again on the same step. Phone in hand. Would you pass the digits on if you have them? There is nothing out there lately.
A) Cruise 'Til You Come b) The Light Of Silver City (The Fellating Messiah)
Fiction is fun. That's why I made up a lot of cool tales and present it here to you in a mini-novel.
Baby Jess, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is he who shooteth seed into your face hole.
"Heaven is a place on earth. " -Belinda Carlisle.
I love fucking women, as many women as possible, whether one at a time or multiple at once. Unprotected, always. Variety is the spice of life, gentlemen, and don't you forget it.
I arrived in town yesterday and picked up Chella at around 6:30 pm On my first lap up Greenfield, five minutes after getting off the freeway. 20. I don't think I need to draw society a picture of us two creeps doing our creepazoid pigging, but if any haters require it, I am capable and willing to do so. Suffice it to say that probably 13 minutes after inserting my erect penis into Chella's face hole, a torrent of man cream spurted out. There were quite a few bursts over the course of 8 seconds-or-so of paradise. She then spat my filth onto the blacktop. 10.
At around 10:00 pm I picked up Sabrina off of 25th & National. I drove her out to a spot. 20. She said she needed to piss. As soon as she exited with a couple inches of her butt crack out, I smelled a fecal odor. I was concerned that I'd been a victim of a cash-and-dash, so I checked around the corner of the building, and she was standing there with her pants down and her ass against the wall. The smell of stool permeated the air as I returned to my driver's seat. She returned and began sucking. She did probably 2 or 3 sessions of 10 seconds each, with stroking in-between when she wasn't sucking. She gave me a minute-or-less of stimulation, which included around a half-minute of sucking. Mind you, she literally smelled like shit the entire time. After only working on me for one minute, she sat up and said, "I can't do this. " I asked why, and she simply repeated herself. I said, "This is your career, so obviously you can do it. " She was silent. I decided that with the inflation we've experienced, in 2023 it's not worth it to get in a fight with a hooker over $20 and risk police contact, and she did suck my dick ever-so-briefly, so I could justify driving her back with the solemn decision to never again pick her up and to give her a terrible review on here. My stories have legs. That's what these nasty crudballs don't understand; but she'll feel the business impact when my readership opts to pass on her. When I dropped her off, her pajama pants fell down to her ankles, and she was standing there in her underpants outside my car, across from the McDonald's. With my passenger door as far open as it can get, she fumbled with her drawstring. After around ten seconds of that, I said, "Would you swing that shut?" She pretended not to hear me! So, a few seconds later, I said, "Would you swing my door shut?" She replied, "Just a minute. " Clearly, she was trying to set me up to be victimized by somebody or other. So, I immediately and calmly retorted, "No, thanks" as I drove off, my door swinging shut nicely on its own as I went. This month marks 24 years of sloremongering, and in this long time, I have learned exactly how to shut my door simply by driving. It's an art only the most seasoned mongers have mastered.
So, if you find one Sabrina- white, blond, medium build, kind of pretty- make a hard pass! She's a ripoff artist! I'm not going to post this in the ripoff reports because she had my dick in her mouth, and I choose to only report ones there who either did a cash-and-dash or terrorized me. If any of you feel this belongs in the ripoff reports, though, do copy and paste the paragraph about her and post it there!
I retired for the night and awoke today with a load brewing. At 11:00 am I began my noble journey to drum up some drug addicted face to shoot my sperm into.
I saw the beautiful Rosetta on 8th & Greenfield. Great ass and thighs, good face, plump, round midsection. White, in her 20's. I asked her her name, and she looked away and thought for four seconds, then looked back at me and confidently chirped, "Bela. " She asked me three times if I want her to get in, and even though I was drooling over her beautiful ass, I rejected her because I could tell that she would be an awful date. I haven't regretted my decision for even one second, because I am seasoned enough to recognize a baddie when I talk to one.
At perhaps 2:00 pm I picked up Krisi The Cocksucker at 15th Street and Greenfield. 25. This cocksucker gummed my cock for, I'm guessing, 13 minutes and then quit. My opinion is that cocksuckers should suck cock for a minimum of 15 minutes before quitting. The best ones, like Erika, on those rare occasions that they fail at the task, are informed, around 20 minutes into the blow job, that they are relieved of their duties. This was the first time that Krisi ever failed me, though, so I still consider her to be one of the good hookers out there. She is always pleasant-mannered, and her performance rhythmic, albeit homogeneous in technique.
Undaunted, I created a new slogan for mongers as I drove: Cruise 'Til You Come! That's what I was up to: I made the decision that I will Cruse 'Til I Come.
At around 4:00 in the afternoon, I was driving westbound on Greenfield, and I spotted Erika, The Light Of Silver City, walking eastbound on the south sidewalk, between 21st and 22nd streets! I'd been hoping to find her before I even came into town, and been searching for her the entire time I was there! I put the pedal to the floor, sped up Greenfield, then zoomed left onto 22nd, then screeched left into the alley, then gunned it down to 21st street, telling my buddy I was on the phone with that if there's anyone on foot in the alley, they're a goner. Upon arriving on 21st street, there was Erika in all her holiness, walking toward me. As she opened my passenger door, I remarked with a glowing smile, "The bells do ring and the angels sing!" She smiled with those lips that serve society so well. Erika is a blessing from above unto man, and a curse unto women.
25. Erika sucked me for probably 10 minutes, then my putrid bile came spurting out of my member into her capable mouth. 5. I then did around an hour of free chauffer service for her, which I'm delighted to do. She asked me for $3 when she was about to buy drugs. I offered some resistance, but sooner than later acquiesced.
The moment I'd dropped her off, I decided that I will begin looking for her again, to see if she can perform another miracle. The only girls I would have entrusted with my empty balls are: Jill, Erika, Jessi, and Reah. Since I'm in love with Rose, I would have picked her up too, but she is currently on a leave of absence, so I knew that was not a possibility. I cruised for around an hour, looking for any of those four, and lo! There was Erika again! Right in the same spot! Hallelujah! The bells do ring and the angels sing! The Light Of Silver City illuminates me with its glow! This time, Erika and I hung out for around 2 1/2 hours in my car. We shared an extremely personal moment of which I will not mention the particulars. But Erika and I are true friends. Admittedly, we do not trust each other. But we definitely like each other, and I received absolute proof that she likes me and considers me a friend. I'm not a chump, fool, or simp. I am the ultimate skeptic. My question regarding her true sentiments toward me was answered without me ever asking. I truly respect Erika, and I know that anyone who doesn't respect her is wrong. Tonight, I developed the beginnings of an understanding of who she is, and I hope to learn more, and eventually know her completely. She radiates both heat and light. She's one of the Christ-like figures of the modern world: humble, altruistic, righteous, and performing miracles.
On our earlier date, she was holding out for no less than a 20 increase if we fucked in the middle of the fellatio. I had declined it then. Also, then it was 25, then 5 more if I come. So, if we'd fuck too, it'd have been 45-and-5-if. This time, since I'd come recently, I had her agree to 20, and then 10 if I shoot; or if we fuck, 40, then 10 if I shoot, as she still wouldn't back down from the 20 upcharge for the added intercourse. 20. So, she sucked me, and let me tell you gentlemen, both of today's blow jobs had me in absolute heaven! Erika is a divine cocksucker, come down from the heavens; a celestial spirit who's obtained a human body to contain her. But make no mistake about it: the divine creatures who roam among us are here to serve the will of the almighty lord in the sky, and live a life full of suffering as they perform their willed and predestined duty. This fellating messiah made me whimper in sheer ecstasy! I had told my buddy on the phone earlier while cruising, that he'd never had a real pig suck his cock, but if he ever experiences Erika, then he will know how it feels to be sucked by a true pig! What Erika does with her tongue while your cock is in her mouth is out of this world! I don't know whether to call it holy or unholy. During one of our recent dates, as I remarked about that particular technique of hers, she stated, "That's my signature. " God bless her merry soul. The reason I deduce that she's swine is that she has an understanding of the sensuous, erogenous tissue like no other, and she is both happy and proud while she performs these fiendishly delightful techniques. Jill may jackhammer the sperm from its ducts; Tab may gum your stick until it shoots; and Kerri may persuade your sperm to evacuate with her roughshod ferocity. But Erika knows every millimeter of your cock and balls, and pays strict attention to every part of your flesh, licking and sucking you, giving you the greatest time of your colorful and glorious life. Once hard, I couldn't resist but to fuck her. She refused to get on me, as she'd already stated earlier under my questioning, instead stating that I would have to be on top. So, she tilted her seat completely back, spreading those legs. I inserted my pink head into her pink vagina and pounded her for a minute, perhaps a minute-and-a-half, until I felt like my whole upper body was going to burst if I continued. I then stopped and knelt there motionless to preserve my own life. I quipped, "That's the most expensive minute I've ever had!" But business is business and a deal is a deal, so I handed over the 20 and she then sucked me several more minutes, which resulted in a heavenly and intense orgasm. I'm guessing that each of tonight's climaxes with Erika lasted 10-to-12 seconds. 10.
I asked Erika how her pussy remains wet 24/7 at age 38, even though she's not feeling any lust for me. She said she doesn't know. See, both hers and Rose's pussy are perpetually wet, tight, and smooth! These are real, living angels! These seraphim defy the laws of physics and biology.
I informed Erika that from now on, if we're going to fuck, it has to be in the motel, not in my car. On a bed, I would have lasted my normal 5 minutes. LOL.
One of these days, some smart lady is going to give me heart failure with her heavenly techniques and then make off with my wallet and, if she is so bold, my vehicle, as well.
I love fucking women. I love getting my cock sucked. I enjoyed watching Erika wantonly spit a big piece of chewed gum onto a parking spot right in front of the gas station as she made her way toward my car. I remarked to her that that is a fitting symbolic act of defiance toward, and the defiling of, society.
My love is for Rose, and my loyalty is to Erika.
As I dropped Erika off, Rose called me on the phone out of the blue, and the three of us chatted a bit. After the call, right before we parted for the night, I asked Erika if Baby Jess is still in the hospital, and she smiled and replied swiftly, "No; she's upstairs," referring to the trap house Erika was about to enter, and which I've dropped her off at countless times. Grinning back at her, I said, "I'm afraid I don't have anything left for her," referring to my empty balls after two orgasms, and Erika got out and we bid each other adieu.
These are precious, historically significant times, in which two members of The Holy Trinity are at the same trap house for hours together, every day. Rose has been in that same house right there with them many days this year, as well. Cherish these moments, gentlemen, because they're fleeting and will be nothing but memories come the morrow.
God bless the coca farmers of Brazil.
God bless the opium farmers of the Orient.
And God bless ye, merry gentlemen.
Holy Trinity For Life!
Body Shopper.
Bits I Forgot To Mention In My Previous Report, Fear, Friendship
I forgot to mention in my most recent report that when I was in town, I met a new white slore on Lincoln named Jewels. I don't think she's a cop since she seems like total trash, but since she's more attractive than most and was not catching for a long time period, and for a few other reasons, I have to wonder. I got out on foot and talked to her and Corinna- another skinny Corinna who used to be the thick Corinna on Greenfield, not to be confused with the longtime legendary skinny Corinna on Lincoln- separately. I had pulled up to each of them minutes earlier. Jewels was jubilant, gay, and free-spirited. She was ready to get in my car but I opted not to let her. Then when we were standing there chatting, she told me she does nothing for less than $40. Have any of you had any experience with "Jewels"?
I also saw Rachel on the sidewalk in front of Speedway on Lincoln. She was glum, a far cry from the jovial, smiling hooker she'd been on the day I met her. This time, after half-a-minute of banter, I opted to pass without letting her in the car. I know that happy hookers perform well, while miserable ones don't. Like all rules, there are exceptions to both claims, but rare ones. I am careful who I even allow in the car, much less take on a date. I still have totally positive feelings toward Rachel, but I care not to pick her up when she's glum.
This most recent time I was in town, there were numerous scary things I experienced, and at one point I had even decided to not post on here for a few months. Obviously, I changed my mind and posted. I will never stop mongering, but I could, at any point, pause my reporting. Have any of you ever heard of anyone getting in trouble for their posts on here?
As I've come down from the intoxication from the deadlights- pardon me, not deadlights, but the luminosity of The Light OF Silver City- I've reflected and realized that it is incongruent to consider someone such a good friend who's worthy of high respect while not daring to front her money or leave my wallet around her. I know that I had said late last year that I'd begun leaving my wallet around her, but really that was just an accident that happened once, and she did not steal anything from it. So, I think that I am going to front her $10 or $20, and perhaps leave my wallet around her, leaving only $20 or so in it, and give her the chance to get me to write her off forever and ruin her reputation. Also, she doesn't even trust me to leave the variable fuck money and the tip in the trunk until after the date, much less to wait until after the date to pay all of it (although I normally always do leave the fuck money in the trunk, but this most recent date, I asked her). So, I think I will bring this up to her, that trust should be a two way street, and that we should both endeavor to entrust the other by making ourselves financially vulnerable to each other. After all, what is a friendship if we don't trust each other? I will add that I approach normal people with the same level of distrust with which I approach street prostitutes. I frequently look people in the eyes and tell them that I don't trust them. I make it clear to the people out in the world and in my own community that I will not lend anyone money. Erika hasn't read this forum in many moons anyway, but I still figured I should clarify.
