Ass that would stop a train
[QUOTE=ATW2020;7290273]She is older as in 50+ but looks older than that now. Just wrinkles and too much about family or dating life. No contact here as she's never shared a number with me since she knows my situation. Usually on gf near 14 (white building).[/QUOTE]Still younger than me! I'll try to look her up, thanks. I'm used to a lot of bitching and whining so should be no problem, LOL. IIRC, there was a pic of her, probably years ago, posing on a counter in a tight skirt, that has stuck in my memory.
Rachael, Stephanie, and Drako
I just returned from Milwaukee. I started cruising around 7 AM. I found Rachael on 19th and Greenfield. She is a short, skinny woman with reddish brown hair and a sweet little ass. She had a pleasant demeanor and a good attitude. She told me that she is normally on National but it was getting too dangerous there. 25 for head, 40 for FS. I found a spot to park and started with a BBBJ. She was OK, but definitely not the best. I took her to the back seat and started pounding away at her. I wasn't able to finish even though her pussy was tight and wet. I had just finished a date with an escort and it was a bit too early to be trying again. I did tip her an extra 10 because she had such a good attitude. I dropped her off at McDonalds and started cruising again.
An hour later I picked up Stephanie on 18th and GF. She is a tall, slender WSW with auburn hair. Opted for just head for 40. Her head game was decent and she was able to finish the deed. I was hungry so I decided to cruise around for a bit more until 10 when the taco trucks started opening on Burnham. I was too full from my burrito to be having any fun but I cruised around checking out the scenery. On 14th and GF, I spotted a tall, slender redhead with shorts so short her ass was hanging out. She had a fine body and I do love redheads. Her back was to me, so I never saw her face. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get it up because I was too full from the burrito so I didn't stop, but I did circle back so I could get a better look at her. She was gone already when I came back around. I continued to cruise around National, GF and Lincoln. Lincoln was dead the entire time and National didn't have anything to my liking. I did see a blonde WSW walking 25th and National. She had blue knee pads on. I had a bit of a chuckle at that.
Around noon, I was on 6th St, coming from National. I saw a pale dark haired woman wearing a black coat about a block north of GF. Her back was to me and as I came up on her, she lifted up her jacket to reveal she wasn't wearing anything below the waist. I was at a red light and I was checking my side view mirror to see what she looked like, but she stopped walking and I couldn't get a good look at her. So I camped out on GF and waited for her to stroll by. She was young and pretty so I picked her up. I think she said her name was Drako or something like that. She gave amazing head but didn't put a lot of effort into it. In order to cum at this point I needed a real go getter like Erin. To make maters worse, she was leaning on my gut and I was still full from that burrito, so I decided to let her off the hook and call it a day. I checked my wallet after I dropped her off and panicked when I found it missing. I quick turned around to where I dropped her off a minute earlier, but she was already gone. I was thinking she had to be the greatest pick pocket alive. Her right hand was on my left thigh and her left on the base of my cock the entire time and I didn't feel a hand anywhere near my back pocket. Then my common sense started kicking in. The jeans I'm wearing have a slippery back pocket. This isn't the first time that's happened while wearing these jeans. I pulled over and hopped out of my car. My wallet had slipped out and was wedged in between the driver seat and center console. The amount of relief I felt cannot be described. I would have felt dumb as hell confronting her only to find it later. Damned waterless cotton jeans.
After 5 hours of cruising, I saw about 7 or 8 slores that fit my standards. All of them were between 13th - 19th on GF. I almost hit a BSW around 9:30 on the 13th block of GF. She was all fucked up and stumbled into the road right where the construction starts. I had to slam on my brakes to avoid hitting her. I must have seen at least 30 altogether during that time. Today was definitely a day I could be choosey. I'm definitely not wearing these pants again when I go out, though.
Your Commemorative Post Is Moving
[QUOTE=MexxxiBrewer;7299468]This Memorial day I want to remember and salute the late great Reyna. I had two FS dates with her and she was a nice and good very petite HSW. I miss seen her out there walking half naked during the warm season. I wish I could see more walkers like her that tease by walking in a sexy way and wear as little as possible. I have memory pic in my mind of her sitting in a bench with her legs spread out. She walked all over Mke and serviced many over the years. She left us 2 years ago and now she is walking the streets of heaven. To her and all of the other walkers that we have lost RIP.[/QUOTE]That was a beautiful eulogistic commemoration, Mexi Brewer. This is your best post, in my opinion, in your brief and productive tenure on this board.
Long before you joined, I reported on here a terrible thing I'd said to her, because she reached in through my half-open front passenger's window and unlocked my door, then left it hanging open and walked away when I swung my arm wildly over the seat, telling her not to get in. I scoured this site's posts, from May through July of 2023, because I thought she died in late June of that year; but I cannot find my nor anyone else's reports on her passing! Perhaps it was earlier or later in the year? Anyway, I was understandably infuriated with her for said transgression, so I barked, "I hope you get killed!" A week later, she died. I hope my words did not curse her somehow. I'd never done a date with her, but those words during rage were not what I really would have wanted, and it will always haunt me that she passed away right after I said that.
Like you said, she walked a lot and serviced many. She and I just weren't kindred spirits, so a date never occurred. But I have total respect, appreciation, and even reverence for every working girl who is a high volume provider, which she certainly was, and who is not in the top tier of ripoff artists. All of them rip guys off; some much more often and in much uglier ways than others. And now that it's been two years since Reyna died, and after reading your heartfelt words, I, for the first time, kind of wish I'd tried her out. Although, she turned me down just as often as I turned her down. LOL But someone who reaches in and unlocks your door- yikes. But she was sexy as hell! She was one of the most alluring slores in Milwaukee, but always had a bad attitude toward me. But again, I truly appreciate what she did for the community. During her tenure, she probably received the loads of as many men in her mouth and pussy as each member of The Holy Trinity did during that time. Yeah, now that I'm deep in thought, it is not only a shame that I didn't get a blow job from her, but it's also a shame that I didn't fuck her. But with that attitude she had toward me, perhaps I was wise not to.
Five Dates Among Four Women. 32 Hours In Town. Four Orgasms In 29 Hours.
All of my posts on this website are fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Kerry car date BBBJ CIM 15.
Erika motel date BBBJ BBFS CIP 60.
Corinna car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Jessica car date BBBJ 20.
Erika car date BBBJ CIM 30.
I arrived in town Wednesday, in the early afternoon. Rented a motel room and showered. Went to pick up Erika for a motel date. As soon as I arrived at the block of the only trap house in Silver City that somehow miraculously stays in business for this many years without getting shut down, while also being the most flagrant trap house, I spotted a druggy lady walking up the alley. I drove up and greeted her on the street, and it was none other than Crack Monster Kerry! I told her that I am waiting for Erika. She pitched herself to me at $10! I couldn't refuse that. She wanted the money up front, to buy drugs with before the date. I took her purse with all contents in it as collateral. She went in and came back out. Off we went. After around ten minutes of sucking me on the street, we paused and repaired to a parking lot, where she started over, and after probably another ten minutes, finished me off in her capable facehole. Spit. Kerry then asked for a $10 tip! She argued that we'd spent quality time together. I rejoined that that means she could just as easily pay me for the time spent. Then she said we're friends. I said friends don't pay for each other's time. Then she gestured to my car and its contents, saying "You have everything, and I have nothing. " That one moved me. So, I decided that I'm either going to tip her $5 or $10, depending on whether she's willing to stick to her offer of a $10 blow job. I asked meekly, "Is it okay if I don't tip?" She firmly but politely replied, "No. " So, I tipped her $5 instead of $10. See? People lying to me and trying to push me around don't get a good result. Sure, her argument about the material differential was sound, so I tipped, but she would have gotten double the tip had she stuck to her word and said it's okay if I don't tip.
Eventually, Erika came out. Whereas I had admonished her earlier that she will not be allowed to dilly dally, I reversed my dictate when I shot in Kerry's mouth. I told Erika that now I require her to dilly dally for several hours, to give me time to brew up another load to pump into her. I had, five days hitherto, reinstated the last favor I'd taken away, which was the biggest favor of the many I'd been doing for her. I had been gloating and warning her for a day or two that I am going to creampie her. So now, I informed her that if I creampie her, she gets to keep her privilege and continue on with me; and that if I don't creampie her, I will immediately remove that privilege again, and we will part ways. Erika does not want me creampieing her. But when you're at the bottom in life, and there is one human being on planet earth offering you to live like a human instead of a base animal- and you just proved, over the course of 3 1/2 weeks, that you can't do it by yourself- what choice do you have?
At one point, I asked her if she likes massages. She replied in the affirmative. So, I stood behind her, massaging her back, shoulders, and neck. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to enjoy it very much. We were both standing up, and she was fully clothed, wearing tights and a shirt with some openings in the back. Probably around 15 minutes into the massage, I moved my right hand down to her pussy and began rubbing in a circular motion over her lips and clit, in unison with the neck massage I was giving her with my left hand. Her eyes remained closed, and she was clearly in bliss. After perhaps 15 minutes of that, I was getting tired, since she's so short and I'm tall, so the position was awkward and laborious for me. We were right next to the bed. I predicted that if I sat down on the edge of the bed and attempted to place her on my lap, she would refuse and the massage would be over. But I tried, and sure enough, she refused to sit on my lap, and instead repaired to the shower.
This was only the second time ever that Erika enjoyed sexual contact with me! The first being reported on here, I'm guessing, around two and a half months ago, when I rubbed her pussy from outside her jeans as she sat in the passenger's seat of my car with her eyes closed. Oh, heck- she might have even enjoyed the first fuck we ever did (not counting the one in 2019 in my car with a condom I'd required), on Valentine's Day, 2022.
After her shower, she ate dessert, provided by me. I had also provided her a meal during the many hours we were in my room together prior to her shower. My balls actually were not aching for release, and I was totally fine waiting, except that now, after her shower, I was starting to get tired, and wanted to wrap things up so that I could get to bed at a decent hour. It was already 1:00 in the morning by now.
After dessert, she became angry with me and threw a peanut butter cup on the floor as hard as she could, and it broke apart and went in various directions. I informed her that if she picks it up, I will drive her back to Silver City, and if she doesn't, I won't. She eventually picked it up and put the 3 pieces onto the table.
We were about to start the date, and she was refusing to remove her towel. I told her that I'm driving her back with no date and no pay, and I started putting my clothes back on, calling her a piece of shit as I went, because she is one. I told her that she doesn't do this to other guys, She said, "Yeah, I don't, because they're not-." She brought up the thing I'm doing to her that is vexing her the most. Remember how Erika terrorized me throughout her pregnancy, and has been generally bad to me since I met her in 2017? Well, now I'm terrorizing her by doing a non-violent act, which I care not to say. This is a type of affliction that no cop or thug has the power to alleviate. If I end up dead or in prison, Erika will continue to suffer just the same as she is right now. Only through my good will can her current suffering be alleviated.
From the littlest lady to the biggest man, my rule is: If you make me cry, I will make you cry. You don't like it? Tough.
Furious at her acknowledgment of the treatment differential, I spoke almost in a shout, and told her to get the fuck out of my motel room, and that I'm not driving her back, and that I'm ceasing the favor that I'd reinstated 5 days earlier. Almost in tears, she backed down and whipped her tits out. I allowed the rest of the towel to remain on her stomach, ass, and pussy, since that seemed to be the only way to continue to cover up her stomach, and I didn't have a problem with her covering her stomach. In fact, I kind of prefer it that way.
I took my pants back off and sat down on the chair. Erika proceeded to give me amazing head! While she sucked my cock, I groped those tits I'd blackmailed out of her towel. And my cock was in damn good shape! It got hard pretty fast, and was fully erect and very, very hard. Just in fantastic shape! Jill would have loved to hop on this cock and ride the fuck out of it! After probably 6 minutes of this intense, great head, I commanded the slore to lie on her stomach. She complied, because she doesn't want to feel my wrath. My wrath feels like a long walk back. I mounted her, and her pussy did not feel good. I lifted and spread her buttocks, inspecting the coitus. 'Twas all there, my dick in her pussy. No magic tricks, as she is notorious for such. Both of her hands were in sight, near her head. Then I asked her to put a hand down to our crotches and try to get my dick in better. She put her hand down there. At one point, I began fucking her, but it still didn't feel good to me. So, I instructed her to fellate me further, then upon my command, throw herself onto the bed with her twat on the edge of the bed. I motioned exactly where I wanted her, with her watching me and my hands, so there can be no mistake. She fellated me. At one point, I informed her that I'm going to shoot, and she flung herself back, but around half-a-foot back from the edge of the bed! A stupid mistake? Or a sinister attempt at avoiding deep thrusts? This is the second motel date fuck in a row in which she flung her pussy a half-a-foot back from the edge of the bed. This time, I roughly pulled her by the hips right to the edge, and pounded my load into her pussy furiously! Because I am furious with the slore. After my last drop of fuck was shed, I looked at her and gloated, "Gotchya!" Her feet were on my shoulders, on either side of my head, and she smiled and playfully tapped her thumb toes against my temples as she said, "Alright. "
I'm going to continue conquering her in different positions. Each one is a conquest, because she always told me that she "only does missionary". I love violating this pig.
Again- she can walk out the door any time she wants and never see me again. But again- she tried living on her own for 3 1/2 weeks just now, and she failed. So, she chooses to get violated by me rather than live without the privileges I give her. Or just this one privilege, as I still haven't reinstated any of the others, except that I share my food with her when I happen to be eating. Of course, she wolfs down much more meal food and dessert than I do, because these slores spend all of their money on drugs and don't bother buying food.
I dropped her back off, and repaired back to the motel room and slept.
Woke up yesterday and hit the stroll. Found Corinna on 8th and Lincoln. Toothless brunette with blue eyes. 5'3". She sucked my cock and made me shoot. Catch and release. She spent $5 on my merchandise: one pair of sandals, and four pieces of jewelry. She told me to post on here that she lives on 9th Street and Hayes, in a duplex one building over from the corner building, and is sometimes out smoking. She would like you to look out for her. She's 4 for 5 in making me shoot now. I gave her the 4-pack: pink backpack, pink shaver, pink bag of Hershey's Kisses, and a bottle of hand sanitizer. I'm so proud of Corinna. She has finally earned her stripes. You pigs know that if you see a woman with a tiny pink-and-black backpack, she is one of my girls, and you will have a good time. This is their uniform. Corinna toured me through her entire apartment she says she shares with a man who has his own bedroom, and whose apartment it is. But she had and used her own key.
Later, I returned to the stroll and picked up one Jessica, who I thought was new, but it turns out isn't. I'd done one date with her before. In 12 minutes of sucking, she couldn't get me hard, partly because I had just shot into Corinna's mouth, and partly because Jessica's techniques were mediocre.
In the mid-evening, I picked up Erika. She hates me and I hate her, but she values my money and favors, and I value her body and skills. She gave me a superb blow job! Erika is truly The Pig Goddess and The Light Of Silver City. Her name rings throughout Milwaukee county, constantly on the lips of countless Johns whose cream splashes into Erika's orifices whenever they feel like spending some money and shooting a load.
Body Shopper.
Advice To New Streetwalkers
If you are new to the glorious profession of streetwalking, you undoubtedly will seek advice from experienced slores. Obviously, your long-term goal is to get off the street. The mistake most of you make is listening to the blathering of homeless pieces of shit who have been out there for 5, 10,20 years and have not been able to lift themselves above square one. Instead, I advise you to seek out former street prostitutes who are still going to the trap houses, still using every day, and still prostituting, but no longer on the street. These women can steer you in the right direction. If you listen to advice from people who failed at life, you will take that advice and then fail, too. The slore I recommend you speak with is Renia. I met her in 2019 when she was a street prostitute. Within two years, she was off the street and has not slung pussy on the street since. She's never homeless. She's had the same phone number ever since I met her. Her business model is sound, and she has kept her clients throughout the years, and gets introduced to new clients through her current ones. You can find her in the drug scene of Silver City and on Facebook.
A Cop On 22nd Street And Other Tidbits
On Thursday, there was a woman sitting on the steps on the south-west corner of 22nd and Greenfield all afternoon. She never got into a vehicle. She was white, middle-aged (appeared to be in her 40's), with a nice, round ass, and a bloody blemish on the right side of her upper facial lip. I pulled up to her in the early afternoon, and she trotted over and identified herself as Melissa, if I remember correctly, when I inquired. She swiftly retorted with a counter-query, and I gave her one of my fake names. She was hiding her disgust under a camouflage of fake niceness. I motioned to my passenger's seat, asking if she'd like to talk with no obligation. She declined, without giving a reason.
Then, in the late afternoon, I pulled up again. I had seen her at car windows, talking with occupants, both times I pulled up. This time, I stopped and asked M. J. What's up with that woman. M. J. Told me that she thinks the woman is the police, and that she's never seen her before. Since M. J. Thought that too, without me suggesting it to her, I decided to confront her. I pulled up, she came to my window again, and I smiled and pointed at her with my index finger two feet from her face and said, "I think you're a cop. " She denied it, and told me that she was a nurse, but had just gotten fired from her job, and was trying to make ends meet. The fact that she claimed to have worked some other upstanding societal profession up until right now also suggests guilt. As I pulled away and she turned to walk back, she smiled and told me that I'm sweet, and that she's happy to talk any time I want.
Everyone gets confronted, including cops. No one can hide from The Eye Of Silver City. No one.
During this visit, which was documented in my most recent report, I also turned down Star, who was sitting on 21st and Greenfield. I don't like her, plus she isn't looking very good anymore. She came to my window and I told her that I'm not too happy with her. She asked what she'd done wrong, but I chose not to deign to dignify her with a response, and instead drove off.
I gave The Dreaded Marisol a dollar, after she came to my window and asked for one. All of my money was in my trunk and it was sprinkling. I pulled south onto 23rd street and got out, playfully admonishing Mari, "Don't look!
I also gave Summer Star, a. K. a. Neck. , a. K. a. Native Summer a dollar, as well, when she asked me for one, so she could go into that corner store on 21st and Greenfield and buy a cigarette.
Life is bountiful, gentlemen. Life is what you make of it. Use these walking, talking animated fleshlights for the only thing they're good for: shooting in.
Hookers are life. Cheating is life. Variety is the spice of life. If you have a wife, cheat on her. Shoot your cum into as many women's mouths and pussies as possible while you're on the phone with your woman. This nourishment for your soul will reward you in the afterlife. All of the pathetic people who don't cheat will be reincarnated as worms.
A person who lacks the agency to maintain a long-term phone number deserves to have sperm squirted all over her face.
And remember: Treason is a crime punishable by death.
Let's keep pumping cream into these women's holes, shall we, gents?
Body Shopper.
