Thinking with my little head
Ok, so I've only hooked up with streetwalkers twice in my life. Once was with a white homeless gal asking me for a handout, so I lead her around the corner and fed her my dickout. $20 for a bbbjcimws. This was in the middle of downtown L.A. on a real quiet weekend.
The second time, I picked up a white gal on 8th between skid row and the bridge. That was a $20 in car special for a bbbjcim. This was like at midnight about a year ago.
This third time, I was minding my own goddamn business around the troj campus area around 2:00AM just a couple of nights ago. Drove underneath the 110 freeway at Jefferson and I see some white gal stumbling and walking. I'm thinking Ok, what the fuck? Jefferson and 110 is way outta bounds for street walkers. And white street walkers? No way... If this chick is a college girl, she's walking in a real questionable area. If she's drunk, she's gonna get raped. Time for this good samaritan to check things out, so I bust a Uturn, and as I get to her, she's rounding a corner down some dark street. I roll down my windows and ask her if everything's ok. She replies "Yeah, I need a ride" and immediately hops in my car. I'm throwing everything I got in the front seats into the back. All my expensive shit I start stashing in a glove box on the driver-side door. I don't think she noticed any of it, but I felt kinda pro doing it so fast without any planning.
So I look her over and I get the sense she's a street walker. Completely sober, but not having a care as to what the fuck is going on in life. So, I put the move on her. Asked her why she's walking around so late dressed so sexy. As I'm doing this, I'm caressing her arm and touching the fabric of her dress. This moves on to me stroking her chest, and eventually to me cupping her bare breasts under her dress. This progress takes place in less than 40 seconds. Oh yeah, I'm smooth. So I'm still driving and this shit goes down...
Beeoch: Can you spare me some change for the bus to get home?
Me: Sure, I got some change for you, but can you help me out with something?
Beeoch: Like what?
Me: Like you going down on me.
Beeoch: How much you're gonna give me for that?
Me: 20
Beeoch: Can you fuck my pussy instead?
Me: No, I don't have any condoms.
Beeoch: We can go buy some.
Me: No way. I'm not fucking you without a condom, and there's no way we're stopping to buy condoms.
Beeoch: Ok, I'll suck you off then.
Me: Oh yeah, for 20, you're swallowing it too.
Beeoch: Ok, I'll swallow you too, find a place to stop.
This is where I'm not as pro as some of you fuckers out there... I park in a dark area around 8th and the bridge back behind the trucking facilities on a dark street, and **HAND HER THE 20**. This is pretty much the only fuck up I made that night, paying her in advance. Here's the rest of the story...
Me: Ok, put your mouth on it babe.
Beeoch: (the whining starts here) You gotta make it hard first.
Me: It'll get hard when you pop it in your mouth.
Beeoch: Make it hard.
Me: You gonna just look at it, or are you gonna put it in your mouth?
Beeoch: I can't until it's hard.
Me: (grabbed her head and pushed her down on my dick) Here, let me help you get it hard...
Beeoch: (slurp. stop. slurp. stop. slurp. stop. slurp.)
Me: (reaching down the back of her panties for a feel)
Beeoch: Don't touch me down there. (slurp. stop. slurp.)
Me: (grabbing some nice ass and probing her vag and poopchute with my digits)
Beeoch: EEEK! Don't touch my asshole! (her sorry-ass bj paused at this point).
Me: Get back to work honey.
Beeoch: (her bj is just getting fucking worst and worst)
Me: Put it back in your mouth. (this shit got really tiresome, so I stuck my dry middle finger as deep as it would go into her asshole).
Beeoch: MMMMMMM!!!!!
The rest of it gets really stupid. After another 2 minutes of her blowing me with my finger up her ass, she decides she's tired.
Beeoch: I'm tired.
Me: Look, you're not done yet. (pulling my finger out of her ass and grabbing her head/hair)
Beeoch: I'm done because you can't come.
Me: Are you going to make me regret giving you the 20 first?
Beeoch: I can't make you come.
Me: Seriously? You're going to make me regret giving you the 20.
Beeoch: You can't come.
Me: Put it back in your mouth and keep it in there. I'll come.
Beeoch: (slurp. stop. slurp. stop.) I'm done.
Me: What the fuck?
Beeoch: Can I just go?
Me: Fuck it, there's the door. (pull up my pants and zip up). If I find that you jacked anything from my car...
Beeoch: No, I didn't jack nothing from your car.
Me: I'm just sayin...
Driving home with my blue balls, I played the whole scenario back in my head. I fucked up by parking on a street that had a little bit more traffic than I preferred because I don't know the backstreet area of skid row so good, and the serious error is paying up front. Stupid beoch complained the entire 10 minutes. She had my dick in her mouth on and off for a summed total of 3 minutes.
But in the end, I'm just glad that I didn't get bounced by Leo, or a couple of fucking street thugs, or gotten some crazy skank go nuts in my car. And I haven't found nothing missing yet. So, it's a good lesson learned, and the 20 didn't mean anything to me.
The End
Bender
Thinking with my little head (part 2)
I just reread my post and realized that I forgot to mention this:
I asked her what her name was, so I could post about her and you fellow mongers can go and wreck havoc on her shit, but all she gave me was "Make one up."
Watta fucking smart-ass.
Bender