My Greatest Mongering Day Ever! Six Pigs, Then The Pig Goddess Thrice The Next Day!
All of my writing on this forum is fiction, including this post.
I arrived in town Wednesday morning, the day before yesterday. A lady was getting kicked out of the motel I was checking into. In two minutes, I struck up a deal where she stays with me for suck and fuck. The moment she stepped into my room, the owner came out and told her to leave again. So, I took her across the street. I paid a mere $12 toward her motel there, while I held her phone that she had offered me for collateral. We repaired to her room. This fat, blond pig sucked my noodle for probably four minutes, then told me to fuck her while it was 60% hard. It quickly deflated to 50%, and as many times as I stuffed it back into her pussy with my finger, it kept coming out. She sucked me another minute or two. We tried to fuck again with my floppy thing, but to no avail. I had agreed to pay her 10 more afterward, but after this lousy service, I told her that I'm not going to. She accepted that. She said her name was Brittany, and that she occasionally works Greenfield Avenue. She refused to tell me any of her acquaintances on Greenfield, but asked me mine. The first one I listed was Erika. She goes, "Eww! She's a heroin addict!" I said, "I know. But she's also a crack addict!" Brittany acknowledged that. You see, Brit had told me about her crack habit before I even told her about my slore habit. Brit said that Erika was at the trap house she was at the previous night! Later, Erika told me that that woman had identified herself as Jackie at the trap house. Small world. So, lousy service, but at least 10 minutes of sucking and fucking for $12. Not a bad deal! Ha!
Next I picked up the notorious Chella! I used my trick I've been doing on Erika on Chella. I had her suck me for around 10 minutes or so, and then I commanded her to flop back on the bed how I'd instructed her to before we got started. She thrust herself back and flung her legs wide, and I hopped onto the bed, at the very side edge that faces the chair I'd been sitting on. I rammed my cock into the wettest pussy I've ever felt in my life. I thrust hard, repeatedly, for probably 45 seconds of paradise. Done. 50. I drove her to her next date, downtown. I waited around a half an hour, then scooped her up again and took her home. I did all of this for free, because I appreciate slores who make me come at an affordable rate. And because I'm not near my house, so I don't have much to do between orgasms.
Simps abound. I am not allowed to say what I'm doing with Erika nor Chella, because the former can't afford to have her clients read it, and the latter her boyfriend! Can you fucking believe that?! LOL.
This pig had a particularly itchy nutsack that warm Wednesday. Luckily, I found many swine to scratch it.
I went over to the drug house that Erika spends most of her time at, and started creeping. I asked one lady on the street if Erika's in there. She was cautious in her answers. I pulled back up to her when she got to Greenfield. She was carrying a coffee pot and a bag of stuff. I asked her if she wants a ride. She declined. I asked her to come over so that I can see her. I asked her to get in and talk while I drive her to National. She accepted. 20.15 minutes later, I was squirting semen into her mouth! 10. Said her name is Lesa, pronounced Lisa, but with an "e". Afterward, she had me drop her right back off at the drug house. I wrote a note for Erika with my phone number on it. She said that Erika is up there, and that she will deliver it.
On my way back toward Greenfield, I accosted Yari, asking her about Erika's whereabouts. Same shit. Yari offered me her number. I instead had her give me hers, and I called it. Her phone was having problems, or she didn't know how to use it, she said. But she assured me that my number would be on her phone, and that she would give it to Erika and have her call me if she sees her. I also reminded Yari that she sucked my dick once. She didn't remember. Yes, gents. I've pumped into her mouth, too.
No sooner had I gotten back out on Greenfield, then Hazel came up to my car and told me to let her in, so I did. I'd been wanting to get with Hazel for a while. 20. This slore is a great cocksucker! Let me tell you, the blow job she gives is right up there with Jill and Erika! Holy shit! I am so happy that we connected, finally. While Erika's blow job is my preference over everyone else's, I will say that both Erika and Jill, as skilled as they are, seem to be going through the motions when they suck my cock. Maybe this meeting with Hazel was treated special by her, because I've been pulling up to her for several years, and she studies my writings on here, and wanted a great review; but whatever the case, she was extremely attentive the entire time, and applied a smorgasbord of techniques, each of which were equally as skilled and important, one more filthy than the next. By and by, after perhaps 10 minutes or so, Hazel unleashed a torrent of sperm that shot into her capable, adroit mouth! 10. Life is so great, guys! You're blind if you think our streets aren't full of slores! Hazel's personality is much like mine. The common person finds us to be unbearable. We aren't the friendliest sort, and when two such creatures congregate, it is a meeting that the average person would find quite repugnant. I have an easier time getting along with soft souls who aren't like me; but I enjoyed Hazels's company, and we got along fine. Over the years, there has been much strife between us on the streets, though. As I stated, she is a student of my writings on this forum. She actually has called me by my screen name on here for many moons. I definitely plan on picking up Hazel again. This was an extremely enjoyable blow job. Don't get me wrong- Lesa and Gina, the latter of whom I am about to write about, had personalities that click better with mine- but as I stated in my previous post, sex is what I'm after out here, and while I do plan on picking up Lesa and Gina if I see them again, I definitely plan on picking up Hazel, because she is in the top 10%, or probably even 5% of cocksuckers, in terms of skill. Again, she employed a large smorgasbord of techniques, each more delightful than the next! And what a legendary meeting of swine: Body Shopper and Hazel. It was bound to happen sooner or later. For two pigs like us to not ever bump uglies is as ludicrous as the notion that Erika and Danny have never bumped uglies in the many years they've known each other. Pigs will be pigs, and I will die like a dog.
Next up was Gina. I had cum three times already that day, but I picked her up! Through the window, after obtaining her name, I asked her if she used to panhandle on 27th by Oklahoma. She said, "yes"! Remember, gents? I told you that I propositioned a panhandler named Gina a year or two ago. Ha! So, we repaired to my spot. Gina, too, is in close with Erika. Erika is her favorite person out on these hard streets. 20. Suck, pump, spit. 10. You pigs know the drill. Gina is toothless, BTW, with the exception of the tiniest ivory stubble on her top, front gum. Too bad, because that stubble detracts from what otherwise would be the toothless experience. Gina is a sweetheart! She complimented my appearance! This was the first compliment my fat, middle-aged ass got on the street in two years! Though this came after the blow job, not before it, like most of the compliments I got in prior decades did. She also complimented my being "trimmed and well-kept" on my genitals. I swiftly and gleefully replied that the reason I began my grooming down there is because last August or September, Erika advised me to, unsolicited. Gina and I had already talked about Erika, and what a central pillar she is in both of our lives. Gina, too, had me drop her off at the drug house Erika hangs out at. I sent a message in with her, as well, to call me.
At one point, I accosted a couple who were making out on the sidewalk a few doors down from the drug house. Black guy, but I couldn't tell what the woman looked like. She seemed small, like Erika, and dressed how she'd be dressed, so I stalked them as they crossed the intersection, then I pulled up and waited for them. I rolled down my window as they passed by, and said, "Erika?" The guy said, "wrong person". I said "sorry" and sped off.
When my nuts start itching, I dedicate my time to seeking out women who make a living by scratching itchy genitals. Especially The Fellating Messiah.
The next slore who emerged from that drug house was none other than Jessi of The Holy Trinity! By this time, it was around midnight, and Erika had just messaged me from someone else's phone, saying she'll be right down. So, I pulled a couple of blocks down and parked. Told Jessi that I already came four times in the past half-a-day, but I'll give her 20 to suck until either Erika emerges or Jessi deems the time is up. She gladly accepted. She sucked my limp noodle in the dark on that street until I received a text message from that number. It turned out it wasn't Erika, but I though it was, so I drove back, and there was Erika standing there! Yes! So, Jessi only had to suck my cock for probably 4 minutes for that 20. Good deal for her. It was nice for me, too, to get to do a quick date with her, as I never happen to see her out there, even though she works all day and night every day and night, just like all the other drug addicts.
Erika got in, and we went to the motel. She was zonked out. I laid her down on the bed, removed her socks so that she could be comfortable, and we slept a night together. The following morning, she sucked me for a good 20 minutes, but to no avail, because she was nodding off from heroin. I have her 30.
I found Erika twice more that day, and did a car date each time.
The first one was in broad daylight. Some young mulatto adult male walked one foot from the driver's side of our car while she was sucking my cock. Two minutes later, he walked back. She had a bright, pink jacket on, and I a bright, purple t-shirt. So, he definitely saw what we were doing. He didn't look at us once, though, even from behind, as I was watching him in the side mirror. This is the first time I just kept on going, while someone walked by that near us. First time I kept going as long as I did after being seen. I shot in Erika's mouth, then dropped her off.
The second one was at dusk. She sucked my cock for exactly nine minutes. I shot into her mouth. Both of these car date blow jobs were as heavenly as a blow job can be. Erika makes me feel so great when she sucks my cock. She is a gift from heaven, truly. I wish I could get sucked by her every day, thrice daily.
So, three dates yesterday: blow job, damage of 30 on each. One motel date and two car dates. She didn't make me cum on the first date, but did on the second two. She tried on the first one, but couldn't because she was nodding off. All three dates were with Erika. The second one, I picked her up from outside the other drug house, not her main one. The third one, I found her walking Greenfield between 23rd & 24th, south sidewalk, eastbound.
The previous day was my greatest day of sloremongering, ever! Six different women, four of whom I'd never had before! Four orgasms! Damage of 172.
Body Shopper.
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There Is A Reason Hookers Are On The Street -- Rose's Blunder
I visited the street prostitute Rose in jail last September. I dropped $20 on her commissary after my visit, because I appreciate all of the loads she's wrung out of me in the past, and I know she'd wring more out of me if she wasn't behind bars. Some of us mongers have morality and loyalty, and some do not. I'm proud that I'm in the former category.
I think I had to pay $24, and she got $19 of that.
I was secretly planning on dropping the same gift amount once every two weeks or so, whenever I pass through on my way into Milwaukee.
She called me around an hour after I left.
She called me again the following evening, and I told her that Danny is cheating on her with Princess. She went silent and said she has to go, but that she'll call me back in 5 minutes. She said that two or three times, with me accepting it each time.
She never called me back. So, I never visited her again. So, she didn't keep getting my money while she was in jail. That's the way her cookie crumbled. I recommend the rest of my fellow males start comporting themselves with dignity, like I do. Never inform a person- male or female- of anything nice you're planning on doing for them. Never back down. Never give in. I never visited Rose again after she said she'd call me back, then didn't. Fuck her. Even though I was in love with her. I stuck to my guns and held true to my convictions. When a woman (or anybody, for that matter) draws a line in the sand, you should never cross it. Let them die.
And now, as I mentioned in a recent post, she texted me out of the blue and agreed to meet the following week, then blocked my number. I reached her two weeks later, which was one week after we were supposed to meet up, from a different phone number. She said, "Hey. " "Can I call you back in a minute?" I said, "Yes". Then I said, "You're not going to call me back, are you. " She hung up on me.
Now her phone number is out of service.
Props to me for refusing to give her any information about Erika or the scene. When she inquired a few weeks ago, I simply said, "I'll tell you all about it when I see you next week. " This, I did, because I refuse to give someone information they're seeking, if they're lying about meeting up with me, or if they will change their mind. I give info only in person, if I haven't seen or talked with the person on the phone in many moons.
I look forward to her return to the streets. The streets is where an unaccountable, dishonest wretch like her belongs. It is where every treasonous dirtball belongs. The streets is the place where they live and they die. Interchangeable, walking, talking, communal fleshlights.
Interchangeable Walking, Talking Communal Fleshlights
Baby Jess, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is he who shooteth seed into your face hole.
Amen.
I want to take a moment to give a shout out and a personal Thank You to all of the drug dealers the world over, but especially in the city of Milwaukee. You brave heroes are risking your freedom, and your life and limb, to facilitate our lifestyle, for which we only risk an ordinance ticket, or, at worst, a class A misdemeanor charge. God bless you! May your days be long, and filled with joy; and may you be rich.
Thank you, drug dealers, for keeping our women hooked on drugs, so that they swarm the streets, performing sexual favors for a pittance. You, my friends, by dint of your business, have leveled the dating playing field, that otherwise would have women controlling it at a 100-to-0 ratio, with men having no control. Now, we don't have to kiss ass in order to get our dick sucked.
Before I get started on my tirade, I would like to take a moment to mention that in my snooping and investigating, I have discovered that Erika is a good criminal, is on the side of criminals, and takes measures to protect all of us from discovery and prosecution. I am the nosiest of Johns. And a big, fat braggart. During a date with Chella the previous time I was in town, I couldn't resist telling her, upon her return to my car, that I found Chella's narcan. I said this in spite of the fact that I understood that it would apprise her that I'd rummaged through her bag. I quickly attempted damage control and stated that I would never steal from a hooker. Chella remains on good terms with me, and seemed unaffected by my revelation. But back to the subject of Erika. I don't want Erika to know what depths I've plumbed in my snooping, so I will not reveal what I know or how I discovered it; but suffice it to say that all of us criminals- solicitors of sex, dealers of drugs, drug users, and everyone else in the Underworld- should appreciate Erika for her dedication to protecting us and herself from the authorities. She even bothered following one specific instruction I'd given her a while back, in my attempt to protect myself from discovery.
I am equaled by few, and surpassed by none, in the predatory, skillful, and flamboyant sloremongering I do.
Sit back and enjoy my latest fictional addition to the continuing saga.
I arrived in town the day before yesterday and got a motel. I picked up Erika and brought her there. She sucked, then we fucked. She sucked again, then we fucked again. I still had not cum, and though we must not have been at it more than 12 minutes by that point, she was very frustrated at my request of her sucking again. So, I told her that we will go grocery shopping afterward, if she makes me shoot. So, she sucked me more. After probably another 8 minutes, my semen came pouring out of a floppy dick. My cock enjoyed no stimulation during the orgasm, but that was no fault of Erika's. Due to her stringent demand that I not tell what we're doing, I am not going to explain the why and wherefore of this unhappy happy ending, but I will reiterate that it was no fault of hers. In fact, she tried to make it as enjoyable as possible for me during the orgasm. I also had not apprised her of my impending climax. Oh, well. 60. I bought her $20 worth of groceries.
That evening, Erika hooked me up with a date with Jessi of The Holy Trinity! We did a car date. 20. She sucked me for probably around 10 minutes. Can you guess what happened then? Drum roll. A geyser of semen came spurting out of my wiener! Right into her face hole! Ha! 10. She then said that we should hang out. I agreed. She bought her drugs, then we repaired to my motel room, where we hung out for probably 5 hours. After four hours or so, she sucked me, we fucked, then she sucked me again. This time I didn't come! 30. This is only the second time she's ever failed me. That four minutes she sucked my limp noodle while I was waiting for Erika during my previous trip into town, when I had come four times in the previous 12 hours, doesn't count. This was my first time fucking Baby Jess! Her pussy looks perfect! And you can see the moisture all over the exterior of it! It is a very attractive and perfectly-made pussy! And it feels SO GREAT around the cock! Hell yeah! She lied on her back while I pounded her pussy for, I'd say, around 4 minutes. The bed was making a ton of racket! It was after midnight. I didn't give a fuck! I really enjoyed getting to fuck Jessi for the first time. I dropped her back off. She told me that the notorious toothless Dee Dee is in one of those two drug houses! Hell, yeah! Jess said she'd give Dee Dee my number the following day, and ask her if she can give me hers. I heard nothing from nor about Dee Dee the following day.
Next, I picked up Chella. Motel. 46. She sucked me, then I tried to fuck her, but my dick was too limp, so she resumed sucking me. I'd say that she worked for probably 15 - 20 minutes total, at the end of which, she caught my seed in her face hole. She went and spat it out in the bathroom sink. I admonished her that she's supposed to swallow it. I expressed a desire for 6 back due to us not fucking. She protested, citing the amount of work she had done, which admittedly was considerable. I quickly acquiesced.
I woke up the next day with my brain burning with lust for every beautiful woman, and every animated corpse, on Greenfield Avenue. So, off I went, with an itchy dick.
Do you remember that last summer, I reported that I met the most beautiful hooker in all of Milwaukee? Snow! She had come up to my car, last June, and said, "It's 50 for a blow job with a condom. " I turned white and stuttered some friendly refusal, then sped away in terror at the thought of that amount of money! Yikes! Well, yesterday, I came upon one beautiful young hooker, trotting along westbound on Greenfield, between 22nd & 23rd streets, on the north sidewalk, her huge breasts bouncing. I pulled up. She was listening to music through headphones with her phone. I said, "Hey!" She turned back around and kept walking. I pulled up a half a block ahead and tried again. This time, to my astonishment, I though I recognized her. I said, "Are you snow?" Her countenance switched to happiness and familiarity, and she said, "Yes," as she gaily approached my car. I said, "Get in!" and she did. She agreed to my terms and submitted to my mouth check, which was clearly alien to her. My 24 1/2 years on the streets, I've always had a policy (and still do) of not touching my mouth on a hooker's breasts, no matter how beautiful they are. Well, I consciously, coolly, broke that rule yesterday, with the most beautiful woman in all of Silver City! Snow could walk into any club and be better looking than the vast majority of women in there! No drug damage! Yum! These are the hugest breasts I have ever glommed in my life! I can't nearly fit one in my hand! They're way bigger than my hands! 20. I sucked on her tits for perhaps 20 seconds, then she sucked my dick for probably 6 minutes. I shot into her mouth, and she spat my bile out the door. Then, I sucked those beautiful breasts for probably another 30 seconds. 10. I got her phone number and called hers, so she has mine, too. I really hope that I will be able to reach her on the phone! I will do tons more dates with her! In fact, I would have proposed marriage and family-building, were it not for a certain fact I dug out via questioning, that precludes her from being allowed to fulfill that distinctive role in my life, due to some unfashionable and stringent social attitute I have, even though Snow has a very fecund womb. But my God, is she beautiful! She had her hair up, unfortunately. She's a thick, voluptuous girl, like Rose, but she puts Rose to shame. Snow is a fiendish devil, just like I am. In fact, it is the blackness of the hearts of souls like me, Erika, and so many others that makes our paths cross and us get deeper involved with each other. It's the law of magnetism.
Next, I accosted Yari, as she walked away from the main drug house. I learned that I was mistaken, and this is not the same Yari I had my cock sucked by a year or two ago. They both have an underbite, but that Yari was a medium-brown-skinned woman who appears to be around 30 years old. This one is very light-skinned, almost white. She's Hispanic, and is missing her top set of teeth. I remarked to her about her missing top set, and she explained herself; I replied that missing teeth is great for hookers, and that I wish her bottom set were gone, too! Ha! She's in her 40's. 20. She sucked my cock for around ten minutes, then quit. It felt great, but she didn't make me cum. I will happily pick her up again, though, because it was worth the 20.
Finally, Baby Jess returned my phone call, and I picked her up 3 minutes after dropping off Yari. 20. Probably 9 minutes of cocksucking. Shoot! It was a mighty and intense orgasm, just like the one she'd procured me in my car the previous night! 10. I dropped her off.
So, in two days- actually, only around 26 hours- I did seven dates: three with Baby Jess, and four with four other hookers: Erika, Chella, Snow, and Yari. Three motel dates and four car dates. I am a pig.
These are interchangeable walking, talking communal fleshlights.
Body Shopper.
There Must Be a Good Back Story to This
[QUOTE=WillowRut;6823577]Be careful of her live in boyfriend.[/QUOTE]Now that just begs all kinds of questions. Would love to hear the whole story of that situation. The Human Experience fascinates me. (Not my problem if there are those who don't like when I write about it).
Sounds like there is just a tad of jealousy there but I bet he was still OK with spending your money.
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I Paid Becca The 50 From My Friend. Photographs Of Jessi Of The Holy Trinity
Baby Jess,
Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is he who shooteth seed into your face hole.
Amen.
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!
Some day, some smart, young lady is going to give me a heart attack with her delightful techniques, and then promptly divest me of my wallet, and if she is so bold, my vehicle, as well.
In The Great Circle OF Life, all life is inter-connected. From the farmer tilling the soil in Vietnam, to the toothless cocksucker wincing as my shots hit her, one after the other, on the tonsils, we all participate in The Great Circle.
As soon as a young woman becomes addicted to heroin or crack-cocaine, she migrates to Milwaukee and sucks my cock. They migrate from the Northwoods, the Fox Valley, Michigan's Upper Peninsula, Madison, La Crosse, Sturgeon Bay, Walworth County, Wisconsin Dells, and many other locations in an around this fine state. They are God's only begotten daughters, brought here to make us shoot semen bullets, for which society should be grateful to these Street Angels, because society should be thrilled to death that we men vent our rage and exercise our demons and purge ourselves in this fashion. Nothing satiates the carnal palate like a pair of nymphs, one sucking the cock while the other licks the balls. I recommend all of you men try that! Just go body shopping, and pick up a couple of random stranger slores, and make them serve their purpose!
I paid Becca the 50 from my friend Alex, whose several months of mongering in Milwaukee I chronicled here a couple of months ago. If you remember correctly, in early September, they were caught by the police, and she hadn't been paid. They had actually just wrapped up a suck-and-fuck that lasted almost an hour. They sent Alex on his way and detained Becca, then sent her on her way, on foot. The agreement was suck and fuck for 40. Within a few days, Alex decided to raise her pay for that date to 50, because the date lasted so long. But in December, he said he's not going to pay her, because she threw her crack pipe in his car. I retorted that such a consideration could have been made immediately after he found the pipe (he'd found it later that night or the next day), but not 3-to-4 months later. I told him that he's trying to get out of paying her, and I reminded him that it was I who introduced them, and I insisted that he cough up the money. So, he did. Again, this was back in December. So, I was ready to pay her. I refused to call the number one of the mongers gave me for her, due to my concerns over the police contact she'd had that night. So, when I saw her on the street the time-before-last when I was in town, I pulled up and handed her the 50! It makes me feel good to have morals and integrity of character, which is more than most prostitutes can say for themselves.
I believe that if a John does anything dirty to a prostitute, she should punish him. I also believe that if a prostitute does anything dirty to a John, he should punish her. I advocate a fair and equitable world for all on both sides of the aisle. If you make a deal and don't stick to it, or if you wait until the dick is out, or until you're in coitus to hit someone with extra rules, you deserve to be punished.
I told you in my last report that Jessi of The Holy Trinity and I hung out in my motel room for a few hours. I described the date that occurred toward the end of that time, but I didn't speak about any other aspects of the experience. I want to take this opportunity to praise her on a social level. Jessi was the best house guest a person could ever have! Even though I think I'm a pretty good socialite myself, I must say that compared to her, I was quite crass and underdeveloped. For instance, I'm a pacer, and I didn't bother apprising her of my habit prior to pacing, thus leaving her to wonder if she's annoying or boring, which she asked, and I assured her that she wasn't. She was perfect in making any such appraisals that were appropriate, and displaying the perfect balance of self-awareness while not walking on eggshells. Up until that night a week ago, she and I were just slore and trick, albeit very familiar ones. Through the duration of that time in my motel room, though, I feel like we developed a friendship. Already, in the car on the way out, she brought up many subjects regarding physics, governments, and our earthly experience. I was very impressed with her knowledge. She knows that there is an invisible barrier above the earth, through which no creature or object can venture out. She knows that the earth isn't round or spinning, and that Antarctica is the edge of the world, and that beings and resources exist there, and that the governments of the world conspire to forbid us from exploring and discovering The Beyond. Most of these topics, she initiated, as she did the initial topic that kicked off the whole conversation. Erika, on the other hand, believes, like David Duke does, that the earth is round and spinning, and that we "walked on the moon", and other similar things. She and I had a brief discussion on that topic earlier that day, also initiated by her. Erika introduced the topic by stating that she would like to buy a telescope, and expressing a general interest in "space exploration". When I piped up, Erika absolved herself of her role in that discussion, not deigning to reply. We were very nice to each other, though, each tickled by the other's beliefs.
While Jessi and I were chatting, and she was on the topic of the bad experiences hookers face in their line of business, she at one point remarked, "You can know a guy for years, then once night he just goes ballistic. " I replied, "Had you given his friend a more open menu the night he introduced you to him, than you'd ever given your long-time client?" Perplexed, Jessi said, "No."
I snapped several photos of Jessi in the motel room, upon our arrival, prior to disrobing. I have included a couple of those photos in this post. Enjoy!
I want to thank Erika for hooking me up with Jessi that night. Erika is truly a central figure in our cozy Silver City neighborhood, and a pillar of the community. Heck, even the mighty goddess Michelle- a former prostitute who is as legendary as any who have ever existed, and who the young girls used to call "mom"- made an appearance under one of Erika's facebook posts a few days ago. Now, a woman I used to be friends with, who was not a prostitute, and who was average at fellatio when we met, I trained up in a matter of months, to give me the greatest pleasure imaginable. During a couple of blow jobs, I even had tears streaming down my cheeks. No one else has ever procured tears. Then, within a few years, she went right back to being average. She would sometimes practice on me, to prepare herself for other guys. I digress. If I have to advise a woman on techniques, she doesn't deserve credit for any improvement I make in her performance. So, she doesn't count when I consider who makes me feel best. The woman who makes me feel the best is Erika! There are many great cocksuckers- Jill, Jessi, Reah, Kerri, Hazel, and even Amy, though Amy doesn't suck long enough to even make you finish- and Jessi and Jill still have Erika beaten on the percentage of times they make me cum- but the sheer technique Erika uses on my cock head, early in the blow job, when she's not nodding off, makes me feel the greatest any woman has ever made me feel. And Erika verified, recently, when questioned, that yes, my perception is accurate when I see pride on her face while she's working on my cock head and I'm whimpering like a wounded puppy, and gasping for dear life. She knows her power, and she wields it ferociously and enthusiastically. When I am with Erika- or Jill, Jessi, Reah, Kerri, Hazel, or Amy, for that matter- I am at their mercy, which is right where I like to be.
Body Shopper.
8 Blow Jobs From 8 Slores, In 1 3/4 Days
Snow was my first. She wrecked her appearance by turning her nice, brown hair into colorful, thin braids. Naturally beautiful woman, but the new hairdo ruins it. I picked her up at 11 pm She had whittled me up to 40 for head, via text. I told her on the way to our spot that I have never, in my 24 1/2 years of doing this, paid a slore 40 for head. I said that two girls have gotten 35 out of me, but all of the rest get 20 plus 10, if I cum. She replied that I must really like her. I said, I do. I tried to get her to do suck and fuck for 50, but she said that it would have to be with a condom, so I declined. I replied that over time, she'll warm up to me. She concurred. As I handed over 40 before the blow job, I had a sick feeling in my gut, due to two factors: 1. The possibility that, even though we were far from her home, she would dash. 2. Even when I pay my normal price of 30, it is in the form of 20, and then 10 afterward, if I shoot. So, handing over 40 up front was absolutely sickening.
She gave me a good blow job. I came in her mouth. She estimated that it took ten minutes. I thought it took less. Prior to the blow job, I sucked on her tits again, and this time, they tasted like day-old sweat, so I removed them from my mouth after around ten seconds, and didn't revisit them after the blow job. They still looked just as beautiful, though.
I dropped her off. I plan on picking her up a few more times, in order to eventually get her to do suck and fuck without a condom for 50. If she doesn't do that, I will stop paying this extremely high price for head. Also, if I ever see her on the street, I'm not paying this much. I will pay 20 plus 10, just like the previous time with her, and just like I do with all of the other slores. I don't know why a woman would ruin her appearance by fucking up her hair. Same as when women cut their hair short. Especially for a woman who makes a living by being attractive so that guys want to fuck and get sucked or stroked by her. I will not meet with her next time I'm in town, but I will in the future. She is still a beautiful woman, but just like some other slores have odd heroin-induced wrinkles and sunken eyes over a naturally beautiful face, now Snow has these darn braids dangling over a beautiful face and tits. Oh, well.
I finally met Cece, that you gents have spoken so highly of! She's ugly as sin! She was standing at around 15th & Greenfield. Fat face, jaw-length or shoulder-length, ratty brown hair. Pleasant-mannered enough, but that doesn't cut the mustard. Hard pass.
Next up was a brand-new slore named Samantha, who I picked up on 15th & Greenfield. She is a pretty woman of middle age and white race. She lied and said she's 29, when I asked. LOL She didn't want to come out far away, so I offered her to suck and then get paid afterward. She readily agreed. I watched the clock, starting within one minute of the beginning of the blow job. 5 minutes, and she stopped. So, adding on up to one minute, the blow job was 5 or 6 minutes long! She didn't make me cum! But she demanded the 20 anyway, so I gave her it, grumbling as I went, saying that it's kind of a rip off. She said the same garbage that they all say. Her mouth hurt. She didn't feel good. If we're paying money, the only thing that matters is whether we get good service. If their mouth hurts bad enough to quit after 5 minutes, they should take 10 instead of 20. But she felt really good while she was sucking. And that pretty face was so nice to see sucking me! She's super-petite. I'm guessing 5'0" and 100 pounds.
Third slore of the night was Hispanic Jen, who I wrote about a few months ago. Jen is a master cocksucker. She must weigh upwards of 200 pounds, and she's missing one of her top, front two teeth; but she has a very pleasant personality, and licks balls and does a variety of techniques. 20. She made me shoot. 10.
By the way, I looked up Toothless Tabatha on court records a few weeks ago, and discovered that in February, she was hit with several more criminal charges, including two class-I drug felonies. So, she needs all the help she can get. If you pick her up, treat her well, and maybe throw her some extra cash. I feel really sorry for her, dealing with those very serious legal woes.
The following night, I hit the stroll again, and via telephone, arranged a date with Jessi of The Holy Trinity. I had her take off her pants, because I was thinking about fucking her. So, we repaired to my back seat. I opted not to fuck her. First, she sucked me from one side, then from in front of me, then from the other side of me. She did not make me shoot! She worked for probably 15 minutes or close to it. But the entire time, it seemed like her endeavor was to work, to collect the other 10, not to make me shoot. She was uncomfortable and frustrated the whole time. I gave her 20, and left it at that. She was displeased and suggested we take a break from each other. I dropped her off. I think that the next few times I see her, we will just do our standard blow job while I sit in my driver's seat, and she sits on the front passenger's seat. She was kneeling on either floor each time she sucked me on that night's date, which was uncomfortable for her. Remember, when she failed a couple of weeks earlier, she was sucking me while kneeling on the motel floor. She hasn't been much of a Guarantee lately, but I will give her the benefit of the doubt that it's the positioning, and that perhaps getting back to basics will allow her to shine again. After all, she is a legend and a member of The Holy Trinity. As such, she is an angel whose purpose here on earth is to make men shoot into her holes.
At one point, I ran into The Dreaded Marisol! I also met one toothless Stephanie. This was at, I'd say, 21st or so and Greenfield. Mari was looking good! For months, she had been a hunched-over crazy lady, smiling about, like she'd lost her mind. Now, she's clearly alert, attentive, and normal again- as normal as she ever was, anyway. And she didn't seem scary. Her face was clean! No sign of drug use! Smooth, beige skin! She still looks skinny, though; but not deathly skinny, like she's been recently. I turned them both down, but am considering doing a date with Mari, if she looks good in the future, and doesn't act crazy or threatening. I would like to fuck her. I've gotten two blow jobs from her, but never fucked her.
Next, I found Hazel on 21st and Greenfield. 20. She gave me a good blow job, but it wasn't special like the first one. This one was on par with those I got from other slores the night I did my first date with Hazel: Gina and Lesa. Good. Enjoyable. But not on the level of the greats. 10.
I dropped Hazel off at the Drug House, and upon entering, she gave Erika the other of the two peanut butter cups I'd given Hazel. She delivered my message to Erika, to come out and do a date with me. I was on my way toward the freeway, to go home, when Erika, whose phone had been dead, texted me, asking if I still want her to come out. I replied in the affirmative. I'd been meaning for several months to start giving my regulars a chance to park close by where I pick them up at, to save us both time, and I suppose me gas money, as well, though I hadn't thought of that. I'm only out here to cum, not to chit chat. I also have been wanting, for several years, to park within 1,000 feet of a church to do a date, as well, due to what a high crime it is, on the books. So, I selected a spot I often piss in, right across the street from a church! Ha! This was a mere few blocks from the drug house that I picked Erika up from. 20. She sucked me for exactly ten minutes, and unleashed a torrent of goo into her capable face hole. She opened her door and spat it out. Erika broke her own record! In my entire life, the shortest time I'd gone between orgasms was last summer when, an hour and a half after pumping into Chella's face hole, I pumped into Erika's. This time, she emptied me a mere hour after Hazel! Unbelievable! She spent the first 5 minutes of this blow job sucking my head in that way that only Erika knows how to. It's as if her tongue and mouth connect to the cock head and become one with it. I could barely endure the intensity; but this seasoned and dedicated- and I dare say, proud slore- knew that she had to get more intense in her technique, in order to vacate ducts that had just been vacated less than an hour earlier.
I drove to a gas station to break a 20, to pay her her 10. As I was putting my money back into my pocket, standing inside the door, facing out, a knee grow with his face covered walked by, right in front of the door, and we looked at each other. When I was almost back to my pump, I felt someone shove me hard, and I stumbled into the pump, and caught myself. There was the shitbag, standing one foot away from me, hollering "Give me all your money, or I'll fucking kill you!" Through his pocket, I observed the shape of a knife he was wielding. I told him to take the money out of my pocket, as I held my hands in the air. He took it, and apparently my cell phone, too, and ran off, fast as he could. I was in survival mode, so I hadn't watched where he'd run. But once I was back in the car, I wished I'd kept track of him. Erika had been comatose, as she had started nodding off during the blow job, actually. She hadn't noticed the hubbub. Prior to going into the gas station, I had tilted her seat all the way down, and placed her jacket under her head, to keep her comfortable.
I then informed her that I'm going to go hunting. I told her that if I find this guy, she's going to watch me commit cold-blooded murder by running him over. I listed her my main accomplishments in life, and said that because I've achieved everything I want to achieve, there is no reason for me to let this scumbag live. I also pointed out that while it's snowing, my plate will be obscured, in case I do find him out and about. Unfortunately, I did not find him, in the ten minutes or so that I drove around, hunting him.
This definitely was not set up by Erika, or by anyone. I had not informed her that I would need to break a bill until after the date. She did not touch her phone after the date.
Prior to going into the gas station, I had opened my trunk to get the $20 bill out. I stood there with the trunk open, contemplating whether to leave the wallet out there while Erika's in the front of the car, or bring the wallet in. Boy, am I glad I left the wallet in my car! The knee grow got a full $17, plus my phone, while in my wallet in my trunk was more than $300! Woot! I lied and told him, "That's all I have. ".
I then drove Erika to a different gas station and broke a 50, and paid her 10.
Since it was snowing by then, I had to stay in Milwaukee another night. This time, I slept in my car.
The following day, I called Chella at around noon. Picked her up at around 1:00, and got a blow job. 20. She worked for thirteen minutes, then I called it off. She asked, pleasantly, if she could still have the other 10, since she worked so hard. I gave her 5, because whereas Jessi seemed like she was just going through the motions of working, to get paid, Chella was actually trying to make me cum the whole time. Also, I felt Chella's breasts, and remarked to her on how nice they are! She was delighted at the compliment, and said, "Thanks!" I'm sure I've felt them up before, during our motel dates, but I never really realized how pleasant they look and feel. It was a nice time, groping those tits while she sucked my cock.
The final of my 8 slores in 1 3/4 days was Jill! I arranged it via text messages. She left her phone with me as collateral, while I paid her 10 up front. She went in and bought a crack rock. While she was in the drug house, her main suitor texted her and said that he gets off work at 4:00. I took her to one of my many spots, and she got to work. Someone pulled up and parked right behind us during the blow job, which was at around 2:45 pm I pulled onto the main drag, and Jill told me to park right fucking there! So, I did! Ha! With cars buzzing by us, in broad daylight, with no tint on any of my windows, Jill finished me off! She agreed that it was ten minutes or less, including the pause to change locations. I set the other 20 on her car seat, right next to her thigh. As we neared her stomping grounds, she said that she still needs to get paid. I pointed at the 20 sitting there! She picked it up, to our amusement. Right after the blow job, she told me that that guy is getting off work at 4:00. I said, "I know. The text came in while you were buying your crack. " Ha!
So, 8 slores, all car date blow jobs, 5 orgasms.
Cruise til you cum.
Cops need their dick sucked, too.
Only fuck The Light Of Silver City From Behind.
Praise be to the drug lords.
May the opium fields get ample rain.
Snow has funbags that you suck and fondle.
Chella has a pussy like a waterfall.
Victoria has the finest ass on the South Loop.
Jill swallows every drop of semen that squirts into her mouth.
Erika suctions your cock head until your soul reaches heaven.
Corinna has needles lodged in her neck from stabbing herself so hard while shooting up.
Kim and Star are mother and daughter who lick each others' pussies.
Storm's soul is watching over Greenfield Avenue.
Rachel is a smiley-faced hooker on Lincoln Avenue.
And Duffy has funbags that you squeeze until your sperm squirts out.
Body Shopper.
