24 Hours Of Body Shopping
Blessed art thou among women.
Forgive them, for they know not what they do.
I dreamt last night. The dream went something like this:
I came into town Thursday and hit the stroll at 8:30 pm I began at 6th & Greenfield, and only had to cruise for 30 seconds, because I found Lola marching westward on the north sidewalk between 7th & 8th Streets. Scooped her up, went to my spot. 20. You pigs know what I do. She forced me to experience such an intense orgasm that for a couple of seconds during climax, I thought the car was moving forward. I knew it was impossible, because the car was off and the key wasn't in the ignition, but it felt that way, nonetheless. This woman ripped the soul clean out of my body and left me for dead. After a bit I came to to her delight, as me still being alive meant she'd get driven and wouldn't have to walk 3 1/2 miles back. 10. I quipped, "The more intense the orgasm, the better, as long as it doesn't kill me. ".
I awoke the following day and hit the stroll at 10:30 am Over the next 10 1/2 hours, I did three car dates. I took an hour off to try to nap, and a half-hour off to eat. Other than that, I was cruising Silver City.
I saw Angel working a street other than National, for the first time ever! She was working Lincoln, alternating sides of the street, between 9th & 13th. I parked on a side street and approached her on foot, and she agreed to my terms, and told me to pull up to her in my car, so I did. She rescinded coming out far, and then submitted to my requirement to be paid afterward if we park nearby. She sucked me for around 8 minutes, the first five of which were heavenly, and the last three of which were performed lousy. 30. Afterward, she got out and told me that she had my phone and required a payment of $40 - $80 in order for her to give it back. She apprised me that she will pepper spray me if I come near her. I threatened to call the police. I was considering calling them, but my primary reason for mentioning that option of mine was to leverage bargaining power to reduce the fee. My strategy worked. She said, "That'll go real well. You just got your dick sucked by a prostitute. The cops know I prostitute. " Then she changed her monetary demand to $20 - $40. I told her that $20 is all I have with me. I rolled up my windows, locked my doors, popped my trunk and told her to stand near the front of my car. I grabbed a $20 bill and she approached me, and we exchanged the bill for the phone, and she walked away. Mind you, the last minute of our interaction was spent with a worker from the business whose property I'd illegally parked on mulling around doing work out there right with us, ignoring us. I could tell that he had no interest in giving us any trouble, so I didn't address him. Angel, conversely, meekly offered him an apology and an assurance that we'll be out of there straightaway.
I saw her walking a couple hours later on 13th & Lincoln again, and around an hour later on Greenfield, between 11th & 16th.
What is really important to note of here is that I had been planning on posting here, in response to all of the chatter about prostitutes stealing phones, that I have never encountered such a problem. So, the very next time I came into town, my second date stole my phone! I've had a cell phone since 2002, so that's 21 years of mongering with a cell phone on me, and this happens right after I read your sage warnings! Numerous times in my life, the biblical statement, "Forgive them, for they know not what they do" has turned out to be accurate. I have gotten away with things until I know the truth, and then if I continue on once I have been apprised, I suffer a consequence.
Karma is real, and comes from above. Karma exists here on this earth, see? The slore who turned me down a few weeks ago, whose rejection I wrote at length about, has now been rejected and banned from two of her main drug houses. She rejected me, so now those drug dealers rejected her! Even the holiest of angels, when they sin, have to face our creator in all of his wrath. That's how karma works. By the way, I suffered a terrible stroke of bad karma last December for having refused to drive Rose back from the motel without her having fulfilled her agreement, instead offering her to leave on foot whenever she pleases. Something happened to me the following morning that had absolutely nothing to do with Rose, but which affected my life in such a particular, nuanced way, that it was a clear message from above. I'm guessing that the higher power doesn't demand we flat-out forfeit money, but probably would have accepted me just letting her suck my dick and then driving her back, instead of waiting for the other slore to emerge from her drugging.
By and by, I came upon one M. J. On Lincoln at around 11th street, on the south side of the street. She told me her real first and last name, which did not correspond with her initials, so I inquired as to what those initials stand for. She said proudly, "Michal Jordan, leader of the team. " You can't make this stuff up! Too funny! 20. She proceeded to give me mediocre but acceptable head for probably 7 minutes, then hopped on my dick and rode me in my driver's seat, grinding and squeezing. After around a minute of that, she sat on me in the same position while I pounded her from underneath. After around a minute of that, I got out of the car to bend her over and requested some head to get me hard enough again, and she pointed out a big glob of pre-ejaculatory fluid on my cock head and called it "come". She said that I had "nutted", and used that as her excuse to discontinue the date. I paid her the 10, since we'd fucked. I saw her again on 15th & Lincoln a little while later, sitting on the steps in front of that door that says "God" on it. I pulled around, because I wasn't sure it was her, and she proceeded to beg me to do another date with her, promising that this time she'll make it "worth my while". Fart. She'd had her chance. She even begged me to let her do it "for free". Sure. These predators don't do anything for free. They are holes with souls. Fleshy receptacles we stick our dick in.
I met one Snow, sitting on the steps in front of that big apartment building on National, between 24th & 25th. She reluctantly deigned to come to my car and said, "I charge 50 with a condom. " I replied that I'd better not do that, and we parted ways amicable. Snow is a white woman who appears to be in her mid-twenties, and shows no signs of drug use. The body is nice and thick and would be perfect were it not for a huge, unsightly gut, existing from her gash almost up to her navel. Long, straight, beautiful brown hair and pretty face. I saw her a little while later walking on Greenfield, at 16th street.
I pulled up to a half-black woman on National, at perhaps 24th street. Her ass and thighs were as delectable as they could be, but she had a paunch that detracted from her beauty greatly. Clean face and cheerful spirit. She was going to just pass me by, but then I hollered at her and she reluctantly deigned to come a few steps toward me, and said, "My rates start out at 100. " My face turned white and my breathing became labored, and I replied that I'd better pass.
I drove several more hours, and then, by the good grace of our heavenly father, I happened upon Jessi of the Holy Trinity! She was standing on the south-east corner of 22nd & Greenfield, so I peeled down Greenfield to 21st, cut over to the alley, and with knuckles gripped white, I zig-zagged through obstructive vehicles and people in the alley, yearning to get this sperm out of my balls, and Jessi had already walked over to meet me, and got in as soon as I reached the end of the alley. 25. This heavenly angel gave me a great blow job! It was probably 10 minutes in duration. She pumped all of my hate and frustration into her capable mouth and spat it out onto the gravel. Score! 5. On our way back, around a block from my spot, a drug dealer pulled up next to us and inquired, "Do you party?" I replied, "I don't, but she does. " We followed him to a side street, and Jessi got out and went over to his vehicle. I couldn't see what was going on, but I assume she was smoking crack. Around 5 minutes later, she came back to the car delighted, having purchased $50 worth of boy and girl for $25! Good for you, Jess! The Great Circle Of Life winds onward, ad infinitum. After she got out of my vehicle, she asked me if I have anything she could eat. The one food I had she is unable to eat, I think because of her dental condition. So I offered to buy her food at a convenience store. She accepted. She was about to settle for just a snack and a drink, when I chided her in a friendly way over the fact that most prostitutes only eat snacks, not meals. Then she selected a meal to accompany her drink, and we checked out. After she bought those drugs, she expressed extreme gratitude to me for my willingness to do such favors for her. After I bought her the food, she was also extremely thankful, and probably thanked me for it five times. Understand that in an unfriendly world, Jessi is a Holy Angel. I've probably done 35 dates with her in 6 years, and she's made me squirt during all but one of those dates. She has the best record of any girl I know. Hallelujah!
Her new baby is doing well! It's a girl, her third daughter, and is being raised in a loving household with her other two daughters. The baby did not suffer any withdrawals, and is healthy as can be!
Blessed art thou among women. The elusive release which we all seek is granted by your Holiness in your very mouth. The lot of women are not dedicated to making our sperm squirt out, but you, oh holy Jessi, beloved Sister Of Mercy, grant to us who endure poverty the happiness and spiritual riches that the noblest men, that is, those who were born with a full soul, seek.
Sabrina pumps your issue into her capable mouth.
Storm enjoys sucking cock.
Chevy molests your balls until they explode.
Duffy has funbags that you squeeze until your sperm squirts out.
The toothless cocksuckers give you an experience no other can.
And our beloved Reah, The Annointed One, is The Mother Of All Cocksuckers.
Body Shopper.
Transmitting From The Sty
Heaven is a place on earth.
Let whosoever is without sin cast the first stone.
I just got home from an enjoyable 24 hours in the pigsty.
Yesterday, I hit the stroll at around 6:00 pm At 8:00, I picked up Victoria, the black chick with the killer body and attractive face who you all leave standing out there for 10 or 20 minutes trying to catch, while you pick up scabbed skeletons instead. Oh, well- more booty for me! Picked her up on 22nd & Greenfield. 20. Suck with radio music of her choice. Pump, shoot. Unlock, spit. I have her two fried croissants, and a third to the hooker she was speaking with when I dropped her off.
Today, I picked up Rose and had a pleasant date. Body Shopper isn't hypocritical or weak. Believe it or not, the last time I spoke of our interaction on here and was angry at her and said that I was done with her and that I know I'd never hear from her again if I don't reach out to her, she actually reached out to me the next day with a heartfelt message! Because she did that, it is perfectly respectable for my feelings to have softened and my stance to have changed. This was around two months ago, now. I was touched by that and decided that if she's for real and wants to see me again, I'd see her, happily. So today it happened. She's looking good. We drove from spot to spot, and all of them either had people or open shop doors. I had to go in the bushes for a few minutes, while watching my vehicle with her in it. So to compensate her for her time being spent and her attitude remaining pleasant, I decided to just give her the full 30 up front, as opposed to giving her 20 or 25 and then making the rest contingent upon my orgasm. We repaired to the spot the cop rousted Amanda and I out of last August. It was my first time back there since. Rose gave me around 15 minutes of head and then quit, which I considered fair. I think 20 minutes would be appropriate, but most of the girls seem to quit after 15 minutes if I haven't cum yet. Next time I'm putting her on her knees while I sit on my back seat. She's a sweet girl and I enjoy experiencing sexual contact with her. I also enjoy spending time with her. When people die and leave this earth, the treasures we take with us to wherever we go next is in the form of experiences. I cherish the experiences I've had with Rose, and will be richer because of them.
I dropped her off and watched that sweet ass walk away in those short shorts. Yum!
As soon as I pulled around the block back out to Greenfield, I caught Storm! We found a new spot. 20. She sucked me contentedly while occasionally glancing at me, which is one of her trademarks. Pump. Catch. Spit. 10. She told me that I'm known as the trick who gives 30 for head. I asked her what the other guys pay. She said 20-to-30! So all of you reporting about your high payments are getting a raw deal! Even I am apparently on the higher end of the spectrum!
With multiple Jessicas running around, I will take a moment to stress that Jessi of the Holy Trinity has brown hair! She is alternatively known as Baby Jess. She's in her early-to-mid thirties and has a few missing teeth. Do not confuse her with that cruddy, blonde dreadlocked Jessika, who is a notorious liar and thief! That slimebucket who a couple of you just posted about cash-and-dashed me for $20 last winter! Avoid that emaciated crud at all costs!
I did some other activities around town for a few hours, and then hit the stroll again around 6:00 pm I picked up one Erin marching westbound on Greenfield, at 15th Place. She wouldn't get in because there were cops there, she said. I didn't see them. I then picked her up a couple of minutes later between 16th & 17th. She had me drive her to some drug house a couple of blocks up, and I didn't see her again. She's white, chubby, perhaps around 30 years of age. Pleasant mannered and good-looking.
I picked up one DeeJay, who I had called DeeDee, at around 19th street. I turned her down, due to what appeared to be a spot of hard plaque on her tongue, and the fact that she was dodgy about the mouth check and defensively said that she had a "cut". She had assertively requested a Turtle candy upon entering my vehicle, which I'd obliged her. I gave her two more as a parting gift.
By and by, I took my first lap up Lincoln in all the time I was in town, and came upon one Rachel marching westward on the south sidewalk, approaching 8th street. I swooped left and cut her off at the pass. She and I had a gay, cheerful vibe between us from the get-go. She got in. She complimented me on the mouth check. She seemed to really like me. She's a super-skinny white slore, 5'1". She's as pleasant-mannered as a person could be! Our interaction was a real treat for both of us. I'd offered her one parking spot through the window (Coochie Eater must swoon while reading of all of my conversations through the window), which she'd agreed to. Now I requested a different spot, a little farther away, and pulled out the big bag of Turtles to bribe her with! She accepted to go to that spot in exchange for her getting to much on Turtles until we get there. We arrived at my spot. 20. At one point, she bemoaned the position she was in, so I offered her to kneel in the back seat, and she eagerly accepted. Good girl. We repaired back there and she resumed. Between the sucking in the front seat and in the back seat, I'd say she probably gave me 17 minutes of head. Eventually she got her salty, creamy, abundant treat! I was in paradise while I was shooting it into her. This is what life is all about. 10.
Then I drove home.
God bless ye, merry gentlemen.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Trinity you may abound in hope.
Baby Jess, blessed art thou among women.
Tabatha kneads your cock with her gums until your sperm shoots down her throat.
Jill sucks your brain out through your dick.
Chevy molests your balls until they explode.
Jessi slurps at your cockhead until it convulses and shoots.
Storm glances at your eyes as she sucks your cock contentedly.
Victoria sucks your cock with her huge, glorious ass raised toward the sky.
And our beloved Reah, The Annointed One, is the Mother Of All Cocksuckers.
I love having sex with women, as many women as possible, one after the other or multiple at once. Unprotected, always. Variety is the spice of life, gentlemen, and don't you forget it.
Body Shopper.
Mouth Check, Corrections, Pinkness, Swallowers
[QUOTE=Jmoney16;6485827]So tell me. What exactly is a mouth check? I am very entertained by your stories, keep it up. I drive up and down G, L, and and almost every night, and I have seen some of the aforementioned girls. However, most of the time it's fairly quiet out there. Is there a specific time I'm supposed to be out there?[/QUOTE]Thank you for the positive feedback, J-Money!
A mouth check is an inspection of the mouth. I look for sores, especially for syphilitic chancres. If it's dark, I shine a flashlight into the slore's mouth. I make her stick out her tongue. I also make her tilt her head back to show me the roof of her mouth. I shine the light as deep toward the throat as it will go, and study the terrain. The check usually takes me 15 seconds, on average, though I haven't actually timed it. I recommend you search syphilitic chancres on the internet, and you will see why a mouth check is imperative for those of us going bareback.
There is no specific time. If you check my posts, you will see that I sometimes drive around all day. I also drive late at night. You just never know when you will find hookers.
Lola wanted me to ask you: Did you sire one of her children? She says that one J-Money, a black man, is the father of one of her children. I wasn't going to bring it up, but since you voiced to me your noble queries, I figured I might as well ask.
I want to correct the record on a couple of points from my previous post.
I forgot to mention 15 after the date with Victoria. So, 20, date, 15, is how it went.
I accidentally, out of sheer force of habit, I guess, described my date with Rachel as 20, date, 10. It actually was date, 30. Early in the blow job, I realized I'd forgotten to pay. Either she had also forgotten or she'd decided to get paid after the date, even though I'd told her it's 20 up front and 10 after, depending on whether she finishes me off. Also, as I was dropping her off, she told me that Chevy lives there, too, and that I am welcome to come knock on the door any time! I replied, "Maybe I'll come pick both of you up one day, and one of you can lick my balls while the other sucks my cock!" She reacted very positively to that proposition! Lovely girl.
It is no coincidence that the cock head, the labia minor, the nipples, and our lips and tongue are all the same color as a pig. Just look at what we do with them!
You know, I've had great luck finding swallowers this year! I've had Kenzi, Tabatha, the notorious Jill, and that legendary hooker who hadn't worked for years, whose name I still won't mention. To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure Kenzi is the name she gave me at the beginning of the date. She could have given me a false name later in the date because she was nervous, having been caught pawing through my compartments.
Hookers are life.
Don't stay safe; have fun!
Body Shopping is the greatest thrill in the world!
Let's keep pumping cream into these women's holes now, shall we, gents?
Body Shopper.
