Short girl, curly blonde hair: Rose
Just got ripped off by her. She was walking on Lincoln. She looks very attractive for a SW but a total rip off. Picked her up around 10th and Lincoln, she got in and asked me to take her to greenfield. Asked how much for a CBJ, she said. 60. Gave her the money and found a spot. She stalled looking for a condom and that's when I knew it was going to go bad. She found one though got it out put it on and then stroked it a bit but was hesitant to start and then she just said she didn't know what I wanted her to do. She opened the door and grabbed her stuff and left. I never put up a fight with these girls though it's not worth it over. 60.
This Week's Mongering: Finishing Up The First Half Of The Year
I came into town on Monday with the intention of putting some new faces on this dick, and taking Rose to a motel room and fucking her. I accomplished neither, though I did get some worthwhile action.
On Monday, I hit the streets at around 11:30 pm I met a woman with a great ass, at I think around 1:00 am, On Greenfield, at around 7th or 8th street. She identified herself as Angel, though she said that her street name is Samantha (another Samantha! Her body has a great shape, though she is so big that I think technically she'd be fat, although even at her weight, she's quite pleasant to look at. I thought she was new meet, but as soon as I informed her of the mouth check, she said she's dated me before. How I could have forgotten that fine ass, I don't know. Perhaps 'twas covered in a garment that did not fit her form. So, she was leery about coming out to my spot, and said, "You aren't going to work me to death, are you?" Bad slores like to jump out of your car after four minutes of sucking, so they don't want to drive far. I replied by setting the parameter at 15 minutes, which she readily agreed to. We went to one of my spots, I give her 25 as agreed upon, and she gave me head for around 12 minutes, and then said she's done. Rotten, but 8 minutes longer than I'd probably gotten had I not removed her from her home area. I did not come. Dropped her off and told her that I'm interested in taking her to a motel room the next day and having her suck me til I'm hard, and then bend over while I fuck her. We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways. I saw her standing there, with her ass toward the road, on 7th or 8th street again a couple of hours later.
I cruised some more, and met yet another Samantha, on 22nd & Greenfield. Thin woman, longish brown hair. Maybe around 30 years old. Passed. Pulled up to a woman on around 24th & Greenfield. It was the dreaded Marisol, with a new hairdo. Hard pass. Peeled away as fast as I could, without saying a word. At one point, Carrie with the fungus tongue shouted me down from G & 25th or so. I've been known to distribute candy to the hookers, and she was hoping for some, but I didn't have any, nor would I spare any change. I then called up Erika at around 2:00 am I just needed to discharge my spiritual toxins out of my filthy meat stick (they appear as a thick, white cream), and among all of the countless druggy faces which line these glorious streets, offering themselves as receptacles, Erika is one who can always get the job done. And she has some sex appeal, too. Not fat, but not a skeleton, either. When I pulled up to pick up Erika a little after 2:00, there was a cop sitting kiddie-corner from the block, in his car, parked right on the corner. I waited for her for a while, then drove away. When we finally touched base on the phone, she said she was on her way out, and had been trying to, I think "hit herself" was the expression she used. I asked what that means, and she said "hit the vein". Well, I pulled back up there; that time a cop was sitting on a corner of the very block she was staying at. She was telling her phone number loudly to another john in a car directly in front of me. He drove away, then I drove on through, as Erika didn't want to get in my car in front of a police officer. I rather enjoy picking up slores in front of cops. It's fun. So, a couple of minutes later, talking on the phone, I picked her up on the other side of that same block. I drove her to one of my spots. She gave me great head. Probably took her about 15 minutes, and by God, she almost killed me, the orgasm was so intense! I often feel like I'm on the brink of death when I'm coming in a woman. Masturbating doesn't produce quite such an intense effect, because I limit my manual self-stimulations to not threaten my life. What I love about these girls is that they don't care. Hell, if a john dies during orgasm, that's one wallet full of money for them to score. Who can blame 'them? There is no reason under the sun for them to want anything else, except for the fact that by continuous dating over years more to come, a slore would get much more money off of a john than by killing him off with an intense orgasm and taking his wallet. I digress.
The following morning, I woke up and hit the streets. Cruised for a couple of hours and didn't find anything. Was hoping to find Rose and get a motel, but didn't see her. Pulled up to a woman with dyed red hair on 18th & National who introduced herself as Lexi, but turned her down. She'd looked good from a distance, but upon seeing her up close, there was something about her face that seemed off. I can't pinpoint it, because overall, she looked pretty good. I picked up a pot-bellied pig named Michelle walking northbound on the west side of 6th street, as I cruised south, right around Rogers. She was pitching me and showing me her pussy and tits. She was blond, white, middle aged, with an alcoholic nose, and reeked of alcohol. I gave her the ride she requested, but refused to date her or give her money, which she also requested. Dropped her off on 11th street, about half-a-block south of Orchard Street.
Came back out to the streets in the early evening, and there was Rose! Walking on Greenfield, by the gas station between Comstock and Union. I pulled into the lot, and she hopped right in. I fucked up and forgot about my plan of taking her to a motel. Instead, we repaired first to one spot, then another, since the first spot wasn't working out. Then we got to business. 25. She began sucking. I've become quite the impotent bastard when I'm with Rose, which is strange, considering I'm more attracted to her, both physically and spiritually, than I am to any of the other Silver City Slores. During that blow job, I think that at my hardest, I reached 60% hardness, and then back down, from there. I had her have her shorts and underpants off, for the stated purpose of fucking her if I get the desire to, which she agreed to for an extra 10. I had two digits in her sweet, young canal for much of the blow job, giving her manual stimulation to accompany her oral caresses. Her pussy felt so great! Tight, warm, wet, just how a young woman's pussy should be. I think that with a whole night in a motel room with her, I'd get hard and enjoy some good fucking. Pity my head swooned upon noticing her to the point that I forgot all about my plan. Shucks. I'm middle aged now, and don't take any erection pills. I rely on Nature to take its course. I dropped Rosie back off on Greenfield, then drove home.
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Body Shopper.
Your Experiences With Jill
[QUOTE=VikingPride;6001597]Finally saw the Jill that body shop so elegantly talks about. Holy jackhammer. Does a nice DT job tho and stays on it. Cute little older blonde with a nice squeezable toosh. Have already repeated. More of a secondhand option but so far she hasn't disappointed. Very nice.[/QUOTE]The jackhammering is new for her, as she used to be more laid back and less hurried. Were you bareback? If so, did she swallow on her own volition? Because in my experience and the experience of certain other mongers on this forum, her default setting is to swallow. She explains that consumption of ball cream has a positive effect on a lady's immune system.
