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Diane, Krissie, Brittany: 3 Blow Jobs, 3 Orgasms In 18 Hours
All of my writing on this forum is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Diane car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Krissie car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Brittany car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Update on Erika: She is serving at the trap house she's used as her main hangout place for the last 5 years. Her trick / boyfriend- who got a settlement in June, for between $400,000 and $500,000- has spent all of that money! Now that he's a broke joke again, after having been en-rich, Erika had no reason to keep the veil of non-hyenahood up any longer, and she made off with his last $500! Yes! I love it so much! They'll eat you, ass-first! He was searching around town for her, and she was hiding out for a week. But now, he's over there while she's serving, and since he's broke again, she won't deign to be his girlfriend. LOL Also, Erika, in her desperation, has begun calling or texting some of her clients and meeting up and doing dates! Ha! She'll be back out on the streets any day, now! My, how the cookie crumbles! Ha! She hasn't contacted me, because I was extremely terrible to her, in response to her being extremely terrible to me. I told her to her face numerous times that I don't like her. I think she's a talented, gifted, highly intelligent person with a great sense of humor and much intellectual curiosity. I enjoy our conversations and sex very much. But she used me as her punching bag (metaphorically speaking), so I dislike her. Also, she attempted to make me the laughing stock between her and my friend, so I hate her guts. But when I see her on the street, I'll make her an offer she can't refuse. And that's a Body Shopper promise!
Update on debts:
Hazel: $10.
Krissie: $10.
Erika: $8.
Chella: $4. 50.
Jen: $3. 25.
I arrived in town Friday night at around 9:30. Cruised Greenfield and picked up a negress named Neesha (typical) at 15th place and Greenfield. Orange wig. She refused to come one stinking mile away with me, still in the Silver City neighborhood, instead demanding me to park in a parking lot that she said was a block or two away. I refused and told her to get out. She said she's going to call the cops unless I give her $10. Had it been a higher demand, I would have refused. Had she threatened me with thugs, I would have refused. But as I've noted on this forum countless times, the street prostitute is the most intuitive animal on this plane, so they know better than to get violent, threaten to get violent, break any of my belongings, or threaten me with thugs. They understand that they're dealing with a predator- and a cheap predator, at that- and that the cops are the only people who strike enough fear in me that mentioning them allows the prostitute to modify my actions to a degree. So, I coughed up the $10 and she got out, leaving her door ajar. As I've boasted before on here, closing their door by driving away is a fine skill, and one that I mastered a decade or two or more ago. As I began pulling out, there Neesha was, pulling at the handle on my rear driver's side door (that's where I'd pulled my money out from). As I left her in the dust, she hit my car. I should have crushed the negress under my wheels.
Around a half-hour later, I picked up Diane. Says she's 54 years old (seems like the age she probably is, based on appearance). I had her a few times back in the 2018-2020 era. Found her Friday on the southwest corner of Greenfield and 14th, 15th, or 15th Place. She gave me a decent blow job. Spat my load out the door. Paid her and dropped her back off.
Went to sleep in my car.
Woke up Saturday morning, got a bite to eat, then hit the track at around 11 in the morning. On my first lap down Greenfield, I decided to stray to the back blocks, particularly a 2 1/2-block tract of alley that connects two drug dealers' homes. Each time I'm in town, I do probably 10 laps total, up and down that alley. Tina, who I reported on around a month ago, often skulks there in the dead of night, and that's where I met her and picked her up at. So, one lap up that alley, pulled out of the alley onto the street, drove a half-block to the corner, and there was Krissie The Cocksucker, walking her emotional support animal! Unleashed, to boot! It is a k-nine. Dog, to the lay person, to quote Harry in Dumb And Dumber. Krissie swiftly put her mut back inside her home and hopped into my car. I said "Today is your lucky day!" as I pointed at Diane's or Neesha's crack pipe sitting on the front passenger's floor of my car. Krissie excitedly celebrated that gift and used it to smoke her crack-cocaine! Yay! She gave me the Krissie blow job. It's the same as always, but it usually does the trick when a nig just wants to ejaculate. Krissie gave me my morning blow job, sucking Diane's spit and thick, pink lipstick off my cock. I ejaculated into her mouth, so I could go about my day with my head clear. She spat my bile out the door. I paid her and dropped her back off.
Returned to the stroll much sooner than I'd anticipated, about an hour and a half after dropping Krissie back off. I saw a really unique-looking car on National and perhaps 22nd street. I've included 3 pictures of this car, because its appearance tickles me. Does anyone know what kind of car this is? Or did someone just craft this car himself?
After perhaps an hour and a half of cruising the 3 main drags, I happened upon Brittany! She and her colleague Samantha were walking through the parking lot of the gas station at around 18th and Greenfield. I didn't recognize them, but since two hookers were walking inland, of course I pulled onto the side street by the gas station, and Brittany came right over to me! Samantha had a scratched up, cut up face! She's a waif, perhaps a notch off-white. Long, black hair. Looks like she's either a hardcore drug addict at the end of her pitiful rope, to quote Fletcher in Liar, Liar, or an Auschwitz detainee who transported through time and hopped out in 2025. Britt introduced me, and they each offered themselves to me, and I chose Brittany. Picked her up at around 3:00, and we had trouble finding a spot. Eventually, we found a decent one, and she got to work. Brittany gave me an incredible blow job! This was so great! It only took her six minutes to make me ejaculate, a few minutes shy of 4 hours after Krissie made me shoot! As people, Brittany and I don't relate with each other one bit; but when she's sucking my dick, we make sweet magic together! She is one of the most amazing cocksuckers on the circuit. Jill, Erika, and LaDonna are the greatest, and in the second tier, above 95% of these women, are a few other hookers, Brittany being one of them. She is 3-for-4 now, in making me shoot. She has incredible technique! She is passionate, ambitious, and learned in her head game. I was making vocal sounds throughout the entire six minutes, even though I never purposely make any! Brittany and I feed off of each other's energy when she sucks my dick, and we make sweet music together. What a delectable finale to an incredible day! After she spat my goo onto the ground, I paid her, and she proceeded to purchase two pairs of sandals from me, for $1 each! So, I shot a third load in 18 hours (barely over 17 hours, actually), and Brittany got dropped off with $28 and two brand-new pairs of sandals! How 'about that?!
I skedaddled home Saturday late afternoon through early evening, happy.
Kassy eagerly drinks sperm, never letting a single client's issue go to waste.
LaDonna is a powerful woman with the oral techniques of a Goddess incarnated.
Diane stands on her corner, flicking her famously long tongue at random strangers driving by.
Red bends over at traffic.
No Neck Summer walks around with her pussy out for everyone to see.
Renia smiles at you while she grinds your load out into her pussy.
Heidi spits niceties at you while you pummel her.
Jessi spreads twat and takes loads in her pussy.
The most appropriate canvas for splatterpaint is a drug addict's face.
Every woman should take other men's loads in her pussy behind her husband's back.
Street prostitutes are the hyenas of the urban jungle.
If you have a wife, cheat on her.
Equality can only exist among equals.
Streetwalkers are the poor man's harem.
When a John dies on a date, the slore stuffs his body in the trunk or closet, and proceeds to use his car or home as her drug-and-sex center until the cops catch up with her.
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.
Body Shopper.
Don't know what a cyber truck is?
[QUOTE=BodyShopper;7422355]All of my writing on this forum is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Diane car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Krissie car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Brittany car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Update on Erika: She is serving at the trap house she's used as her main hangout place for the last 5 years. Her trick / boyfriend- who got a settlement in June, for between $400,000 and $500,000- has spent all of that money! Now that he's a broke joke again, after having been en-rich, Erika had no reason to keep the veil of non-hyenahood up any longer, and she made off with his last $500! Yes! I love it so much! They'll eat you, ass-first! He was searching around town for her, and she was hiding out for a week. But now, he's over there while she's serving, and since he's broke again, she won't deign to be his girlfriend. LOL Also, Erika, in her desperation, has begun calling or texting some of her clients and meeting up and doing dates! Ha! She'll be back out on the streets any day, now! My, how the cookie crumbles! Ha! She hasn't contacted me, because I was extremely terrible to her, in response to her being extremely terrible to me. I told her to her face numerous times that I don't like her. I think she's a talented, gifted, highly intelligent person with a great sense of humor and much intellectual curiosity. I enjoy our conversations and sex very much. But she used me as her punching bag (metaphorically speaking), so I dislike her. Also, she attempted to make me the laughing stock between her and my friend, so I hate her guts. But when I see her on the street, I'll make her an offer she can't refuse. And that's a Body Shopper promise!
Update on debts:
Hazel: $10.
Krissie: $10.
Erika: $8.
Chella: $4. 50.
Jen: $3. 25.
I arrived in town Friday night at around 9:30. Cruised Greenfield and picked up a negress named Neesha (typical) at 15th place and Greenfield. Orange wig. She refused to come one stinking mile away with me, still in the Silver City neighborhood, instead demanding me to park in a parking lot that she said was a block or two away. I refused and told her to get out. She said she's going to call the cops unless I give her $10. Had it been a higher demand, I would have refused. Had she threatened me with thugs, I would have refused. But as I've noted on this forum countless times, the street prostitute is the most intuitive animal on this plane, so they know better than to get violent, threaten to get violent, break any of my belongings, or threaten me with thugs. They understand that they're dealing with a predator- and a cheap predator, at that- and that the cops are the only people who strike enough fear in me that mentioning them allows the prostitute to modify my actions to a degree. So, I coughed up the $10 and she got out, leaving her door ajar. As I've boasted before on here, closing their door by driving away is a fine skill, and one that I mastered a decade or two or more ago. As I began pulling out, there Neesha was, pulling at the handle on my rear driver's side door (that's where I'd pulled my money out from). As I left her in the dust, she hit my car. I should have crushed the negress under my wheels.
Around a half-hour later, I picked up Diane. Says she's 54 years old (seems like the age she probably is, based on appearance). I had her a few times back in the 2018-2020 era. Found her Friday on the southwest corner of Greenfield and 14th, 15th, or 15th Place. She gave me a decent blow job. Spat my load out the door. Paid her and dropped her back off.
Went to sleep in my car.
Woke up Saturday morning, got a bite to eat, then hit the track at around 11 in the morning. On my first lap down Greenfield, I decided to stray to the back blocks, particularly a 2 1/2-block tract of alley that connects two drug dealers' homes. Each time I'm in town, I do probably 10 laps total, up and down that alley. Tina, who I reported on around a month ago, often skulks there in the dead of night, and that's where I met her and picked her up at. So, one lap up that alley, pulled out of the alley onto the street, drove a half-block to the corner, and there was Krissie The Cocksucker, walking her emotional support animal! Unleashed, to boot! It is a k-nine. Dog, to the lay person, to quote Harry in Dumb And Dumber. Krissie swiftly put her mut back inside her home and hopped into my car. I said "Today is your lucky day!" as I pointed at Diane's or Neesha's crack pipe sitting on the front passenger's floor of my car. Krissie excitedly celebrated that gift and used it to smoke her crack-cocaine! Yay! She gave me the Krissie blow job. It's the same as always, but it usually does the trick when a nig just wants to ejaculate. Krissie gave me my morning blow job, sucking Diane's spit and thick, pink lipstick off my cock. I ejaculated into her mouth, so I could go about my day with my head clear. She spat my bile out the door. I paid her and dropped her back off.
Returned to the stroll much sooner than I'd anticipated, about an hour and a half after dropping Krissie back off. I saw a really unique-looking car on National and perhaps 22nd street. I've included 3 pictures of this car, because its appearance tickles me. Does anyone know what kind of car this is? Or did someone just craft this car himself?
After perhaps an hour and a half of cruising the 3 main drags, I happened upon Brittany! She and her colleague Samantha were walking through the parking lot of the gas station at around 18th and Greenfield. I didn't recognize them, but since two hookers were walking inland, of course I pulled onto the side street by the gas station, and Brittany came right over to me! Samantha had a scratched up, cut up face! She's a waif, perhaps a notch off-white. Long, black hair. Looks like she's either a hardcore drug addict at the end of her pitiful rope, to quote Fletcher in Liar, Liar, or an Auschwitz detainee who transported through time and hopped out in 2025. Britt introduced me, and they each offered themselves to me, and I chose Brittany. Picked her up at around 3:00, and we had trouble finding a spot. Eventually, we found a decent one, and she got to work. Brittany gave me an incredible blow job! This was so great! It only took her six minutes to make me ejaculate, a few minutes shy of 4 hours after Krissie made me shoot! As people, Brittany and I don't relate with each other one bit; but when she's sucking my dick, we make sweet magic together! She is one of the most amazing cocksuckers on the circuit. Jill, Erika, and LaDonna are the greatest, and in the second tier, above 95% of these women, are a few other hookers, Brittany being one of them. She is 3-for-4 now, in making me shoot. She has incredible technique! She is passionate, ambitious, and learned in her head game. I was making vocal sounds throughout the entire six minutes, even though I never purposely make any! Brittany and I feed off of each other's energy when she sucks my dick, and we make sweet music together. What a delectable finale to an incredible day! After she spat my goo onto the ground, I paid her, and she proceeded to purchase two pairs of sandals from me, for $1 each! So, I shot a third load in 18 hours (barely over 17 hours, actually), and Brittany got dropped off with $28 and two brand-new pairs of sandals! How 'about that?!
I skedaddled home Saturday late afternoon through early evening, happy.
Kassy eagerly drinks sperm, never letting a single client's issue go to waste.
LaDonna is a powerful woman with the oral techniques of a Goddess incarnated.
Diane stands on her corner, flicking her famously long tongue at random strangers driving by.
Red bends over at traffic.
No Neck Summer walks around with her pussy out for everyone to see.
Renia smiles at you while she grinds your load out into her pussy.
Heidi spits niceties at you while you pummel her.
Jessi spreads twat and takes loads in her pussy.
The most appropriate canvas for splatterpaint is a drug addict's face.
Every woman should take other men's loads in her pussy behind her husband's back.
Street prostitutes are the hyenas of the urban jungle.
If you have a wife, cheat on her.
Equality can only exist among equals.
Streetwalkers are the poor man's harem.
When a John dies on a date, the slore stuffs his body in the trunk or closet, and proceeds to use his car or home as her drug-and-sex center until the cops catch up with her.
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.
Body Shopper.[/QUOTE]That's a Tesla cyber truck. They are more common now. Never seen one? Odd you didn't know what it is. It is an odd looking truck, that's for sure. I think the pizza owner drives it.
Glad you enjoyed Diane. She lives behind the McDonald's on 16. Been seeing her for a long time but she knows too much about me, talks about a boyfriend and last time, her kids and grandkids along with the kids dad. Seemed fake.
Diane and the Cyber Truck
[QUOTE=ATW2020;7422707]That's a Tesla cyber truck. They are more common now. Never seen one? Odd you didn't know what it is. It is an odd looking truck, that's for sure. I think the pizza owner drives it.
Glad you enjoyed Diane. She lives behind the McDonald's on 16. Been seeing her for a long time but she knows too much about me, talks about a boyfriend and last time, her kids and grandkids along with the kids dad. Seemed fake.[/QUOTE]Diane spews all kinds of lies that are generally harmless. Her fingers will go through pockets and take anything they can find. Both vehicles and clothing that have any type of storage, such as pockets, need to be clear or out of reach for any wretch you allow inside your car. Diane has very sticky fingers, one of the worst. She got me for $10 and could have been a lot more had I been less vigilant.
That cyber truck has been parked on National forever.
Learning Life's Lessons Pt. 3, Jessi The Plumber, A Fun Conversation With Jessi
Remember how Erika closed the curtain that I couldn't figure out how to close a few years ago, and Jill turned on the heat in my car that I couldn't figure out how to turn on, and I think there were a couple of other such instances? Well, on my recently-reported motel date with Jessi, I informed her that the room's door doesn't lock. She went right over and locked it. It was a lock that you turn on the middle of the knob. Under her instruction, I successfully turned the lock and locked it! Hooray! Then, I complained that there was no warm water in the sink. Jessi proposed the possibility that the hot water is turned off. Sure enough, she got down there and turned a knob, and the hot water came out! It drips from the sink faucet, so I eventually turned it back off.
A few weeks earlier, at a different motel, I explained to the staff why I placed an ash tray right in front of my window: to keep the window shut! The lady proceeded to tell me that there is a crank on the window, in the room, that will lock it. I turned the crank, and voila! The window was tightly shut! Reminds me of when some slore- I want to say it was Erika, but it could have been Jamie- some time last year, cranked open the bathroom window! 'T was a miracle! I'd never thought that any of the bathrooms at that motel had openable windows!
Jessi and I had a conversation on our first or second date after her place of employment got raided and she found herself back on the street, hooking. She said the lie that all women volunteer to men they aren't interested in, and whom they are afraid might pursue a relationship with them: "I'm not looking for a man. " Well, around two months later, I called her out on that lie. I said: "You told me that you aren't looking for a man, but that's not true. You are looking for a man, and you require that he smokes crack and is not fat. And you would like it if he shoots heroin, too. All women lie and tell men who they aren't interested in that they are not looking for a man. " She rejoined, "That's an asinine thing to say. I'm not looking for a man. Plus, I'm a chubby chaser. " I said, "How did you meet Chewy?" She replied, "I wasn't looking for a man. We just wound up spending a lot of time together and fell for each other. " I retorted, "And was he fat?" She proudly replied that Chewy had six-pack abs! Notice that she didn't say it with disgust, but rather with pride! Most of my fellow human beings are really tiresome. Honestly, it gets boring after decades of dealing with you. I reminded her that I would never take an active prostitute as a girlfriend, and that any prostitute who would like me to even consider being with her would first have to quit drugs and prostitution completely, and I therefore am certainly not in the market for Jessi's hand. I finished by asking her how she'll be able to look me in the eyes when she gets her next boyfriend, after telling me this hogwash. And that was the end of that fun conversation.
2025 Catalog Of Silver City Slores
All of my writing on this website is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Come one, come all! Step right up and get yourself some commercial sex! Milwaukee is the regional cornucopia of prostitution. Our fair city has two distinct areas of prostitution: the north side and the south side. The south side's streetwalkers are all condensed in the Silver City neighborhood, while the north side has scantily and randomly dispersed streetwalkers, occupying a huge swathe of land. While 98% of the north side's providers are black, Silver City offers a racial smorgasbord of talent and personalities. Let's take a look at what our fair neighborhood has to offer.
Swallowing is a great service and a sign of respect. If a hoar swallows, there is also a much greater chance that she feels lust for you than if she doesn't swallow. Our swallowers are the highest class of hoars. Here is a list of swallowers:
Kassy.
Jill.
Toothless Tabatha.
Bug.
Michelle (Chevy's mom).
Hoars who sometimes swallow:
Jen.
Chella.
Kelly.
Notable Black Hoars:
Red (Marissa).
Toothless Cocksuckers:
Tracy.
Amanda (Mr. Ed).
Krissie The Cocksucker.
Jennifer.
Maggie.
Sarah.
Corinna.
Missing their top set of teeth:
Yari (middle-aged, light skin).
Destiny (Michelle).
Greatest cocksuckers:
Erika.
Jill.
LaDonna.
Tightest Pussies:
Jill.
Red.
Jessi.
Rose.
Tina Are.
Erika.
Mom-Daughter duos:
Aaone and McKayla.
Michelle and Chevy.
Kim and Star.
The girls who are most likely to make you cum:
Jen.
Chevy.
The girls with the best attitude:
Jamie.
Heidi.
Our Holy Trinity is one of Milwaukee's foremost tourist attractions. It consists of: Rose, Erika, and Jessi.
Rose is on indefinite hiatus.
Jessi is an excellent cocksucker. Steeped in Americana, Jessi comes from a regular middle-class upbringing. Her intelligence is slightly above average. Her decent upbringing and fair intellect combine to make her an enjoyable conversationalist. She is mild-mannered and feminine, with a soft, feminine voice. Her pussy is one of the tightest on the circuit. Jessi's business has been thriving for more than a decade, by dint of her beauty, mouth, pussy, and availability. We are fortunate to have Jessi among our cadre.
Erika is one of Milwaukee's three greatest cocksuckers, as mentioned above. Erika takes pride in her work. She, too, comes from a middle-class upbringing. Her intellect is the highest of all slores in Silver City, and she brings an intellectual curiosity to the table that refreshes the John, letting him know that he's talking to a real person, not a subhuman who doesn't know anything. Erika's foremost intellectual interests are marine biology and space exploration. She is an avid reader, often whipping out her phone and researching any matter that happens to be brought up. Her life's soundtrack consists of men's heaves, moans, groans, and gasps. Erika says that these sounds reassure her of the high quality of her performance, and invigorate her to perform with ever more vigor, taking her client through the most intense orgasm imaginable. Erika's pussy is also super-tight. For the past 14 years, men have been squirting daily 5 loads into Erika's pussy, 5 into her mouth, and 5 into a condom. All of the police are familiar with her, and many of them get serviced by her, as well. They pay her just like the rest of us do.
Chella and Erika both have a supernatural ability to consume copious amounts of drugs and not overdose.
Chella has been on these mean streets for 15 years. She is an absolute legend! She has drank the loads of 30,000 men, and taken the loads of 20,000 more in her pussy.
Michelle is Chevy's mom. Michelle is the longest-running hooker on Milwaukee's streets! She is 52 years old, and has been a street prostitute since she was 19 years old. She started in 1992. That's 33 years!
Red (Marissa) is the hottest hooker on the circuit. Bending her over and fucking her brains out is the greatest experience Milwaukee's commercial sex industry has to offer.
The streets that Silver City's slores can be found on are:
Greenfield, from 6th up to 27th.
Lincoln, from 7th up to 20th.
National, from 18th up to 27th.
Enjoy our Silver City Slores!
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Mia with the exotic gurlz
That looks like Mia posting with the exotic gurlz. I have only spotted her once like 3 weeks ago. It was very late like around 2 am on 23rd and Gfield. I wanted to scoop her up but she disappear and I didn't see her out later on. And I haven't seen her out there at all now.
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How A King Sits. 5 Dates, 3 Women. 2 Threesomes 14 1/2 hrs Jessi. 2 Dates with Erika!
All of my writing on this forum is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Jessi car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Jessi and Alex A. K. A. Little Bit car date BBBJ BLS 20+20=40.
Jessi car date BBBJ CIM 10.
Erika car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Jessi and Erika car date BBBJ BLS 30+30=60.
I arrived in town yesterday (Tuesday) at around 2:00 in the afternoon, and hit Greenfield first. Immediately on my first lap (I was eastbound), I found Jessi on the south sidewalk of Greenfield at 19th street! What a blessing! I knew I would ejaculate. Picked her up. Drove around for about an hour, then parked and she sucked me off. It was an excellent blow job.
Took her to buy dope. Took her to the store on 11th and Mitchell to buy stuff. She bought makeup, a ring for right below her lower lip, and maybe another item. While we were in that store, she spoke openly and loudly about sucking dick and prostituting! The store employees were tickled, not offended. Look at that neighborhood; these workers are just happy when nobody's stealing or committing armed robbery. My respect for Jessi increased, because she shares my scorn for normal society and community standards.
After her shooting heroin and smoking crack, we went hunting for new meat to have suck my dick while Jessi sucks my balls.
Nightfall set in.
Finding no new meat in about an hour of hunting, I decided to pick up Jen. At first, she turned us down, but immediately started changing her mind. I didn't want her anymore after her rejection, but I waited for 2 or 3 minutes while she jabbered with 2 male negroes. Then, she came back and got in. She showed us a new spot! She pretended to get sick. Understand that Jen and Chevy are the two women who perform the same whether they're sick or not. I was perched in the driver's side of the back seat. Jessi was curled up on the floor directly in front of me. Jen was kneeling in the passenger's side of the seat, leaning over me. Jen sucked my cock while Jessi sucked my balls for probably around 20 seconds. Then, Jen said "I can't do this" and acted like she's going to puke. She opened up the door and pretended to stumble out. After around 10 seconds, I looked at her seat and saw that she'd taken all of her stuff! Then, I looked behind us and all around the parking lot, and Jen had disappeared! We concluded that Jen had done a dirty on us, probably just wanting the ride there. As we left, Jessi noticed that a curtain in the apartments adjacent to the lot that had been closed up until then was now open. We looked at it, and then they quickly shut it. So, I got 20 seconds of head from two chicks for free. How about that?! Jen has always vied for dates with me, and never turned me down. So, it is assumable that were I alone, Jen would have happily got in and sucked my dick. Jen had tons of heroin and crack-cocaine on her, and even sold $10 of crack to Jessi. Jessi and Erika both insists that it was Jen's drug-possessing status that made her not want to do the date, and that it had nothing to do with Jessi or the threesome. But patterns don't lie. I still believe it was the presence of another girl; whether or not Jessi in particular irked her, I do not know.
So, we drove to the place that Erika's been sleeping at, and Jessi rang the bell repeatedly and gave one brief, mild set of knocks. No answer. So, we two creeps hit the streets and resumed our prowling. Sooner than later, we happened upon a gal who Jessi had been telling me about since I picked her up: Little Bit, or as she introduced herself to me as, Alex. Whether or not this is the same Alexandria that a fellow monger had just, a few days earlier, asked me to locate for him, I do not know. Alex claimed she was, but she said she's 36, whereas the court records of the one whose facebook page this monger sent me show her to be 29 years old. But I would say there's a good possibility that he had the facebook page wrong, which he even said could be the case. When I asked Little Bit if her full name is Alexandria, she said "yes", but some of these girls admit to false identities to obtain business.
We repaired to a spot on a fairly dark street. I pushed both front seats all the way ahead, and pushed the backs of each seat all the say forward, and assumed my throne on the driver's rear seat, while Jessi scrunched herself up on the floor in front of me, and Alex knelt on the passenger's rear seat. Jessi began sucking my nuts, and Alex began sucking my cock. I mentally noted that this is how a king sits. One bish sucking his cock, and another sucking his balls. I was in heaven for around 10 minutes, until Alex called it off and said she'll just take the 20. Fine by me. I paid them each and dropped Alex back off.
Jessi went and got dope from the traphouse Erika hangs at- and Jessi had been there earlier with me outside, after our first date- but Erika had not been there. This time, Erika was there! Hurray! Jessi arrived back at my car and said that Erika told her she'd be out in 15 minutes. I told Jessi that that was several minutes ago (Jessi hobbles), and that I will drive away 17 minutes from now, totalling 20-some minutes from the time Erika said 15. At that mark, I boogied. Jessi and I arrived in a parking spot two suburbs away, and I prepared to retire for the night. Jessi was going to sleep in the passenger's seat. Then Erika texted me, saying that she'd gone out, but I wasn't there. I texted back, axing if she will definitely come out if I drive back over. She replied in the affirmative, so we headed back. This time, I told Erika that I'm leaving in 20 minutes. Minutes before Erika's arrival, Crackmonster Kerry was walking up the alley, then down the sidewalk, with a mini-skirt on almost up to her twat. I rolled down my window and asked her if Erika is getting ready to come out to me. Kerry smiled and said she's not going to get involved in it. I then angrily asked if Erika is just fucking with me, and Kerry said "yeah"! I exploded with rage, but Jessi reassured me that Erika actually will come out, and that Crackmonster is just vying for the date. I calmed down a bit, but was still angry and nervous. 5 minutes before I was going to drive away for the second and final time that night, Erika emerged! My heart palpitated, seeing The Light Of Silver City for the first time in 4 months! Hurray! This was a magical, mystical dream that was as wonderful as dreams can get!
The Pig Goddess entered my car, and with Jessi in the rear passenger's side seat, we drove to the exact spot that Jen had shown us earlier in the evening. Now, it was almost 4:00 in the morning. Erika gave me a great blow job! What a delight it was to get to experience the Erika blow job again! Her tongue worked fiendishly in the early minutes of the blow job, with her lips wrapped tightly around my shaft. After a few minutes of that, she went into her rapid vertical motion, and didn't stop until my third load of that day shot squarely into her facehole. She kept pumping and pumping until my ejaculate was all in her mouth and I had nothing left. Then, she spat my putridness out the door. Throughout the blow job, Jessi was leaning back against my driver's seat, which was pushed all the way down onto the back seat, as I always have it during fellatio. This was paradise on earth: Two seraphim of The Holy Trinity, Erika sucking my cock, while Jessi is 3 inches from my head, shooting heroin into her veins with needles, in the dark, dead of night, at 4:00 in the morning. I am right where I want to be. I couldn't ask for a better life. Paradise is right here on earth.
"Man is and remains an animal. Here a beast of prey, there a housepet, but always an animal. "
-Joseph Goebbels.
All hail Erika! The Light Of Silver City! She is a magical woman who sets my soul on fire. Every date we do is a sex crime, because our neighbors and legislators are housepets.
Beasts of prey view each other as animated ATM machines or animated blow up dolls. Housepets view each other as human beings.
I dropped Erika off at the trap house, and Jessi followed several minutes later. I went and slept in my car.
Today (Wednesday), I scheduled an afternoon double date with Erika and Jessi. I picked them up shortly before 4:00, and we repaired to one of my spots. We perched ourselves in the back seat the same way Jessi, Alex, and I had the night before. Seconds after Jessi started sucking my balls and Erika started sucking my cock simultaneously, I remarked to the fine company, "This is how a king sits. " And boy, that is true. Serfs sit in front of a screen, watching porn with their cock in their hand. Royalty have two seraphim working on him at once. Serve! After 12 minutes, I still wasn't getting hard (even though it felt great), so I told Jessi to stop, and for Erika to just finish me off. I got semi-hard with just Erika, but eventually that dissipated, too. I told them that since Jessi did such a fantastic job, and Erika is doing such a fantastic job, I will pay them each 30 instead of 20, if Erika continues sucking until the 20-minute mark, even if I don't squirt. Eventually, I announced the 20-minute mark, and Erika stopped, pooped. I handed each girl 30, and dropped them back off at the trap house. While we were chit-chatting before and after the date, I noted that both girls had black hands! LOL Erika then informed me that both the trap house she and Jessi have hung at for the past 5 years, and the house that has been her main plays she sleeps (when she sleeps) for the past year, have no hot water! Hahahahaha! This is so hilarious! Then, Jessi chimed in and mentioned that her primary place of residence also went through a significant period of time with no hot water, though the hot water is back on there, now. I reeled in a giddy, dazed amazement, and replied to the girls, "So, there is an underworld, a society within our society, if you will- unbeknownst to regular society, including me- in which people live like third-worlders and have no warm water!" Erika laughed heartily and said "yeah". Both Jessi and Erika said that they've heated up water in pans at various times in their lives, when they're in a place with no warm water. I replied that I have no criticism of the guests of those homes, but regarding the person who lives in each home, that is some subhuman shit! Not having hot water! Erika replied that she even arranged a hot water heater for the guy who runs the trap house, but that he dropped the ball and didn't go get it. Unbelievable!
On our way back, I referenced our earlier conversation about Jessi's court date from earlier this year, in which people failed to take her there. I had been wanting to drive her to and from it, in Waukesha county, for free, but didn't have a way to communicate that to her. These cruds with no not water were tied up somehow in the whole melee of getting her to court, and they failed. Referencing that, I remarked to Jessi that people who don't possess the agency to keep hot running water in their home also don't have the agency to get someone to a court hearing.
Despite the fiery sex appeal that Erika retains, she is looking and sounding bedraggled and desperate. Just the vulnerable state that can send her right back into the capable grasp of The Notorious P. I. G. In fact, after Jessi exited my vehicle, Erika came back to the window and begged me for a $10 loan, which I flatly refused. You see, as long as she is bigoted, constantly hurling En-bombs ("no" she will get no favors out of me. The moment this Goddess stops saying the En-word, I will be her free chauffeur and so much more, at her beck and call. And I will loan her money to be knocked off dates, whenever she wants. I will even bail her out of jail whenever she's arrested! But she has to break down and drop her refusal shtick first. But I am super-delighted and thrilled to be back doing dates with her again! These two dates were absolutely wonderful! And Jessi is an angel! Sucking my balls during two threesomes! I am a pig! And that Alex is just the type of crud who would have been a bad date, had I picked her up by myself. Thanks to Jessi being along to guide me to good girls, or be present so that bad girls behave well, I had a great time with Alex. Jessi wasn't aware that her presence was the only reason Alex was nice. But I was acutely aware of that!
I am the truth. I am the light. I am the way. Follow me, and ye shall never be led astray.
The most fitting canvas for splatterpaint is a drug addict's face.
Hoars and Johns are the conquerors. Hoars' boyfriends are the conquered.
When a John dies on a date, the hoar stuffs his corpse in the trunk or closet, and uses his car or home as her drug and sex center until the cops catch up with her.
Street prostitutes are the hyenas of the urban jungle.
Every hoar baby is a trick baby.
If you have a wife, cheat on her.
Equality can only exist among equals.
Life is a video game. Whoever has the most partners wins.
Women who have a full soul pump sperm into their mouths while the men are on the phone with their wives.
A person who lacks the agency to maintain a long-term phone number deserves to have sperm squirted all over her face.
Body Shopper.
Economics Versus Poor Choices
[QUOTE=CreamCityDick;7429939]The impacts of economics on the game. With SNAP in jeopardy, I wonder what impact it will have, if any on the skreets. I think that we could see more girls out there just trying to feed their family. I also think that some of their regular customers may dry up too, as more and more people get impacted. To be clear, not trying to discuss the politics of the shutdown. Just sits in the back of my mind how it impacts the loop. I have a day off next week, going to ride around and see what I can find out. Maybe just offer some of these gals a taxi ride and get their feedback on how the streets are handling things.[/QUOTE]There already are plenty of girls out there because they made poor choices in life. There may be an increase in quantity but I wouldn't expect to see a sudden increase for the short term.
I'm learning that if you are patient and willing to put in the hours, you will find some really good stuff out there. But I have the time. Those if you who can only squeeze in an hour will have limited choices.
From what I've seen coming out of TikTok, girls complaining about losing their benefits, it wouldn't hurt for these whales to lose a little weight.
How To Deal With Law Enforcement During A Traffic Stop
[QUOTE=Mucsea;3060605]Not really sure why people think they have to tell LEO where they're going? If you're pulled over, they ask where your going, kindly ask the Officer why they pulled them over. No need to tell them a story. You have every right to be on any street. Keep it short and direct with LEO when pulled over.[/QUOTE]Having a hooker in your car who assumably has crack and heroin, and definitely has drug paraphernalia on her, it would be foolish to exercise your rights. In this situation, you are at the cop's mercy, and the more polite and respectful you are, the better your chances of him not searching the vehicle or otherwise giving you a hard time. Even if you don't have a hooker in your car, if you have committed even a minor traffic violation, answering the cop's questions will greatly decrease your odds of receiving a citation. So, I can't think of a traffic situation in which it is ever wise to exercise your right to remain silent. I guess if you're a hitman or bank robber, it can be worthwhile taking the ticket or even a search of the car with a hooker in it, so you don't slip up and give them info about your huge crimes; but for layfolk, avoiding traffic citations or drug charges should be a priority over exercising your rights.
