Last Thursday afternoon, I had some time to kill so I decided to cruise OBT. I started north from the Fla. Mall up to Cowboys, then back southward. All the while scanning for SW activity, with the hodar on full sensitivity. Going past the 25th Street area, I saw a WSW, early 30's, blond, approx. 5-9", slim. I passed because she seemed upset, and I didn't want any drama.
Heading further south, past I-4, I spot a couple of WSW, but once up close, it was evident that they were well beyond their cougar years. Moving right along, still scanning, I spot what looks to be a HSW talking to someone in a silver BMW on a side street leading to Rio Grande. I did the loop, and to my surprise, the BMW came towards me sans SW inside. I continue to where they were, spot SW, make eye contact. By then, there was another vehicle behind me. So, to be on the safe side, I loop once more. This time, I pull up next to her, and she hops in. Bingo!
She's a lot better looking than I perceived. Kinda out of place for that area, which initially, made me extra cautious. I gave her the once over, and man she was hot! A well-dressed brunette in her early twenties. Could she be a LEO? Well, upon closer scrutiny, I saw that her finger nails had a burnt look. Something more common with a druggie. She introduced herself as Ceecee, and asked me my name. I answered her, then offered her a ride home. She replied " Sure, but you just passed my house. " She asked me what I wanted? I said I wanted some relief from a hard day's work. She then asks me how much I had? I put my hand near her thigh and stuck out three fingers, to indicate thirty dollars. She seemed ok with it, and we agreed to loop back to her house.
Now that the little head has totally taken over, I lose my sense of good judgement and pull up to the aformentioned house. As we went in, I walked past a couple of guys, whom some of you might choose to cross the street if your paths were about to cross. Once inside, we pass the main room which was alive with a diverse array of addicts and dealers interacting. It kind of reminds me of the scene in Jungle Fever. Where Wesley Snipes goes into the crack house to find his brother. Ceecee then leads me to the back room, where there were at least four people lounging and getting high. Surprisingly though, they all cleared out when she requested the use of the room.
Before we could start anything, I had one request. I needed to use the restroom, as I had to piss like the proverbial race horse. I was directed to the backyard, since the house had no running water or plumbing that worked. While on the way to the yard, my favorite NASCAR t-shirt got snagged by the gate, and was torn. Keep in mind that the little head is still calling the shots.
After relieving myself, I was asked to move my car to the side of the house. I obliged, and went a step further by backing it in for obvious reasons. By now, I was so eager to get back to the lovely Ceecee, I followed the little head back inside the house without locking the car.
Now comes the drama. As soon as I return to the room, Ceecee asks for the donation so she could see the man in the front room for her fix because he was about to leave. I was like WTF! This isn't happening. She assured me that she just needed to get her rocks before her pharmacist left. The little head reasoned that it wasn't like I was putting a hundred on the line, and that thirty dollars was a risk I could stand to lose. She was a hot one after all. I gave her the money, and off she went.
A couple of minutes pass, she returns holding her goods. Now's the time to repay the piper. Or so I thought. First, she stands there staring at me, then asks me if I have a condom? WTF!? Are you kidding me? Slowly the big head is starting to regain control, trying to figure out how to make the best out of this potentially dangerous situation. While trying my best to control my temper, the little head directs her to the couch to try to get things started. The only thing that started was Ceecee lighting up and literally getting her rocks off. Once she was done toning the pipe, she turned her attention back to me.
I had my pants down to my ankles while she's lamely jerking me, and looking at the door. I told her that she was making me nervous because of it. She said the door was open, so I got up a closed it. After getting up, she lights up again. I was a bit amazed by it, and kinda got turned on. While sitting next to her, I started to explore her body. To facilitate me a bit she lifts up her blouse and bra, revealing youthful b-cups, and the smallest flesh toned nipples. While sitting there, with my member in her hand, staring at it in a state of confused contemplation, she says that she doesn't do bare back. I then told her that I wasn't too keen on the idea either. She said " you only paid 30 dollars, and I usually get 100 for full service." I then rebutted that no one pays that type of money to be in this type of environment. Finally, to bring this saga to an end, I suggested she pull down her pants, and panties, let me rub my member on her mound until I came. She replied " I don't want you nutting all over my pussy." I assured her that I wouldn't. She grabs her pipe for a final toke. By then, my curiosity got the best of me, so I gently took her face, pulled it towards mine ( as if we were about to engage in a passionate embrace ) then got close enough to inhale every breath of smoke she expelled in a futile attempt to get the craque experience. Surprisingly, it was a sweet aroma, which intensified my desire to get intimate with her.
That little moment put her at ease, and she finally let down her guard by reciprocating my advances. She started to remove her tight fitting jeans, revealing the sexiest boy short lace undies. Remember, no condoms were available, and by now, the big head was regaining control. I asked her to stand up and bend over the couch while I put my member between her legs for a simulated fuck. When she stood, I managed to remove the undies, revealing an apple bottom that would make a sista proud. Once between her legs, I asked her to squeeze them together, while I reached around to fondle her perky breasts which fit perfectly in my hands. That said, it wasn't long before I erupted...all over her legs, panties, purse, and couch. Amazingly, none of it got on me. She frantically tried to clean it up to her best ability, with the marginal resources available. Maybe she'll let the next guy nut on her pussy...or better yet, maybe she'll remember to carry condoms before she takes to the streets.
Upon my exit, I noticed that the house was practically deserted, but before crossing the treshold I hear someone say " come back whenever you need a fix. " I stopped, and went to the front room where the voice originated, and replied " are you talking to me? " He answered by introducing himself ( I forgot his name by the time I reached Rio Grande.) then said " this is my house, and you're welcome here anytime." There was an older WSW/addict in the room with him, but I forgot her name as well. That totally took me by surprise. Before leaving, I had some parting words for Ceecee, mostly about her lack of preparation for her line of work. She asked me to keep it down so as to keep the man of the house from hearing about it. Maybe he was her pimp. What an adventure!
I've learned that in this hobby, we're all crack addicts.
Nnms46.
