Leave him be, Wallingford
[QUOTE=CookyJar]I am still laughing at (but not denying outright) the claim that I paid $30 per picture to Angie. If you or anyone wants to believe that I pay $30 per picture - Ha Ha, I cannot stop laughing - so be it. Keep on believing it.[/QUOTE]I'm laughing too, but I'll still believe that $30 per picture was paid [b]in this one instance[/b]. All I've got to go on is one person's word against another's 5-paragraph explanation that doesn't "deny outright".
Wallingford: CookyJar's right, it's a bargaining situation like anything else out there. Why not just follow his suggestion: Ask Gia how much she wants! You don't have to say you've seen her other pics.
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Cherry - The Philadelphia View
Some say it is a matter of real estate and what’s important is location, location and location. Me? I believe it’s all about prospective. It depends on what side of the Delaware River you’re standing. A few Kensington Avenue dates have taken me down near the Delaware. Receiving a BJ within clear view of the Camden side one cannot help but note the relevance of the Philly SWer stroll. But if you reverse the situation and change the view, while getting a BJ on the Camden side, one is positive of the nature of the Broadway stroll. In the case of Kensington VS Broadway, it's all about prospective.
If you look at life, like it’s one big adventure, the way I do; then my meeting with Cherry is a tale that needs to be told.
I started out making my normal run. I started at the Dunkin Donut, down under the El and pass Lehigh Ave, on to Girard Ave where I made a hard left on to RT 95 south and over the Ben Franklin Bridge. I exited RT 676 at 6th St and on to Broadway and the Camden stroll. I may have passed a WSW just as I passed the bus station. If she was a SW, she was the last I’d see on my first pass. My first incantation was to continue on down Broadway, make my way to the Walt Whitman and make one giant loop. But, I decided to give Camden another try and turned around for a second pass. From where they came, I don’t know. Suddenly, there were SW’s everywhere. And, there was one in particular. She was a nicely dressed, WSW, in a low cut dress showing lots of tits. Not wanting to make a U-turn in Camden, with me flashing out of state tags, I drove around the block. Unfortunately I don’t know my way around Camden; I had to pass two one way streets before being able to get back to Broadway. As I made my way back I passed two more nice looking girls, about two blocks down from the first girl with the bodacious ta-tas. I passed on them and drove on to the empty corner where I had first spot WSW number one. I drove around a few corners hoping to spot her, but it was evident what had happened. Someone else had picked her up. So I quickly back tracked to where I had seen the other two prospects. From my rear view, I could see one of them still standing on Broadway. Just as I turned onto the crossing street to where I’d seen them, I spotted both girls running towards a little red sports car that had turned onto the street coming from the opposite direction. I drove pass and stopped beyond the red car, hoping to get his left over. Was I in for a shock? As the first girl reaches the car, she jumped into the front passengers’ side. The trailing girl suddenly grabs hold of the rear passengers’ side door and hops in. This greedy monger then took off with both girls. I later figured it out. At Camden prices, it is easy to afford two for the price of one.
Disappointed, I turned toward the Ben, and headed for the K. That’s when I spotted Cherry. She was standing across the street, looking a bit thin but kind of cute. So I took another chance, went around the block and came up on her. She hopped in – that’s when the real adventure started.
After we had did the, “are you LE – no, are you? No. Can I feel you breast? Yes.” I proceeded with my normal pitch. She agreed, and at the normal Camden rates. I asked her if she knew of a spot where we could go. She suggested her house. I asked who’s at your house. She said, “Betty was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, Tom and Lana where upstairs cleaning, but it was okay.” Cherry pointed across an empty lot to a house on the other side and said, “I live right there.” I figured, what the hey – I’d take a look see.
Cherry got out and I followed, checking out the neighborhood. It was a dump. Not the worst dump as far as Camden goes; there were a few civilian walking nearby and a church blasting gospel music back on Broadway. So I followed Cherry. She walked right pass the front door and down an open alley. Stepping over bricks and rubbish, I followed her to the back door. She knocked, and pushed the door open. A totally shocking smell hit me just as she widens the door entrance. Somebody was cooking, pork I think. Cherry introduce the girl standing behind the shove as Betty. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dim and closed the door. I again followed Cherry up a set of steps. There were two people in the room at the top of the steps. A guy and a girl were doing something in the room, cleaning? Cherry introduced them as Tom and Lisa. They politely apologized for the condition of the room, gathered up a few things and left.
The adventure moves into another phase. Cherry asked for half of the money claiming that she wanted to pay for the room out of her money. I later figured out that she was lying. I believe she gave the money to one of the others to go purchase drugs. She left me there for a minute or two standing in the middle of the room, hand in my pocket (pretending to be holding onto a weapon) while she went out into the hall and arranged her purchase. When she returned, she closed the door, laid down on the mattress and flashed me a smile and asked me what I wanted her to do.
The poses and pictures tell there own part of the adventure. She was at the very least a natural and at best a seasoned professional. We’d agreed on just ten pictures. Once she had gotten started, there was no stopping her. Somewhere after picture number twenty I started to ask if she had anymore ideas. Around thirty I was saying, I was satisfied with what I had. After a few more poses, she stopped and she sat on the side of the mattress thinking. I told her I had enough pictures for now and would come back later. She reached for her pants to get dress and I stopped her. I gave her the balance due, to show good faith, and offered to double it for a BJ. (My cost still had not reached what I normally give on the K.) She agreed, but said it had to be covered. I acted disappointed, because I was. I wasn’t disappointed for long. Cherry, excused herself. Left the room and came back with her small package. She asked my permission to imbibe. After two hits, she puts down her pipe and turns her attentions to mine. As I sat back in a chair, Cherry proceeded to give one hell of a CBJ.
I am talking GFE, GFE and more GFE. With my pants down around my ankles and her on her knees, she rubbed, nibbled and licked. Kissing my navel, tickling my nipples with her tongue, she left nothing untouched. Deep and banging, Cherry let out her true animal nature, she was a pro. After stroking the insides of my thighs with her tongue, she gently licked the underside of my balls. Cupping my balls in her hand she lavished all of her mouths attention on my dick. Covered or uncovered she is tops in her class.
Up to now I have not mentioned the mirror. Looking at the mirror, I could see a view so hard to describe. Moving around from position to position, her ass and asshole in clear view of the mirror, her hair and head tossing back and forwards, up and down, up and down and up and down made for such a nice picture. The effect of the mirror was overwhelming. I had to try FS. I again upped her end. She agreed. She laid back on the mattress in the mish position. Still looking in the mirror, I mounted her. She looked up at me and asked, “You’re looking in the mirror aren’t you? That’s what it’s there for.” I could look in the mirror and see my big black ass between her soft white thighs, pumping up and down. I could look down and see her smiling face and lovely tits. Does it get any better? I busted a huge nut. Exhausted, I laid down on her. She licked my ear and kissed my cheek. She wrapped her arms and long legs around me. It wasn’t until I had finish filling the rubber with cum and the throbbing in my dick stopped, that Cherry released her grip. I wonder it she expected me to go for a second round?
She walked me down the steps and told me to wait while she checks the front door. Turning to me she said, “Good they’ve fixed it. When you come back, come to the front door.” I agreed to come back next week and bring her a copy of the pictures.
Back in my car, I thought to myself, “What a fool I am. The chances I take for a piece of ass.” I drove down Broadway, across the Walt Whitman to finish the loop.
What I figured out: judging from the nipples rings, her outstanding technical talents and her mannerisms – Cherry is not just another crackhead gone pro. Even though she appears very young, in her early twenties, Cherry has obviously done this before. But, in what sitting? I figure Cherry was a high class dancer or provider who has turned crackhead.
What I suspect: The residents of the house were trying to fix-up and open a Ho House. As I walked though the living room I noticed another make shift bed with mirror. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn I was in a commune. Everyone seemed to be working towards a common goal.
What I know: Cherry was great, that’s a fact. The cost was well below the Kensington Ave going rate. There was no rush. I was there at least an hour. Even as she walked me to the door, Cherry kept up the GFE, holding my hand and giving me a kiss on the cheek as we said good-bye.
Would I stop for Cherry again? Yes, you can bet your sweet bippie, I’d do her again. However, I am not sure if I want to visit her at home again. I may have gotten away with it that time, but things do change. After all, we are talking about Camden, murder central. Of cause, as always, YMMV.
CookyJar
