Audi, Two Toothless Cocksuckers, An Evening With Erika, Storm's Memorial
Praise be to The Holy Trinity.
Praise be to Jill The Great.
And praise be to The Annointed One, Reah, The Mother Of All Cocksuckers.
The following account is fiction:
I arrived in town Sunday, and hit the loop at around 8:30 in the evening. I picked up Audi at 8th & Greenfield, on those steps on 8th street just north of Greenfield, at around 9:00. After two sessions of her pressuring me to allow her not to catch, I agreed and instructed her that when I announce my impending orgasm, aim my dick at my steering wheel and fire off. 20. She was incredibly vigorous right out of the gate, abusing my little, limp wiener. I admonished her twice to slow it down until I'm hard. She complied. After around 7 minutes, she started complaining. This date barely ended well, by a hair. Ultimately, after probably 10-12 minutes of vigorous cocksucking, I announced my impending climax, and Audi dutifully jacked me off toward my steering wheel. She wrung every last drop out of me. I laid there limp, my heart pounding hard and fast in my chest. One of these days, some smart, lucky young lady is going to kill me with her techniques and make off with my wallet and- if she's daring enough- my car, as well. 10. Audi pressured me the whole time I was cleaning up to take her back. Eventually, I did. When I placed my hands onto the steering wheel, I was delighted to feel cum on it! I remarked to Audi that it speaks well to my manhood that I still shoot, instead of the semen simply pouring out.
Monday, I hit the stroll at around 11:30 in the morning. I picked up Toothless Tabatha at around noon, off 11th or so & Lincoln, south-east corner, talking to some butch dyke. It took us forever and a day to find a spot! Finally, I asked her if she knows of any spots out there in safeville, not the hood, where we can park. She directed me to one. I selected a spot in her general area she'd shown me, but which she'd never parked at before, though the larger domain we were in was one in which she's done plenty of dates, she says. It's in a nice and safe area, far away from where I picked her up at. 20. She gummed me diligently and dutifully for probably 10-12 minutes, then choked down my load with style and ease. 10. I am a pig.
I returned to the South Loop at around 5:00 pm With a full pair of balls. I picked up toothless Sarah who calls herself "Saharra" from those same steps Audi was on the previous night. This time, Sarah and Becca came to my window, vying for the date, and offering themselves up as a pair, alternatively. I opted for Sarah, as she was 3 for 3 and Becca 1 for 5 in making me ejaculate. On our way to my spot, we saw Jill The Great trotting cheerfully eastbound on the south sidewalk by 14th or 15 street. She looked plump and good. 25. This time, Sarah did not make me ejaculate, but she diligently gummed my pig stick for approximately 15 minutes before quitting on her own volition. Also, I estimated my machinery to be weakened by the previous two orgasms, thus not Sarah's fault. So, I decided to give her the tip anyway, explaining my thought process to her, lest she consider me weak. 5.
At around 6:30 pm I picked up Erika at 21st & Greenfield. We hung out for a couple of hours in my car at my spot, with her smoking crack while I egged her on and gloated about the criminality of it all. I even cheered, "You go, girl! Smoke that crack!" She then boasted to me about smoking it right in front of a cop recently. Upon my questioning, she explained that she had taken a hit and then tried to hide the pipe, and the cop rolled his window down and quipped, "You were too late!" and drove away. It was nice to catch up. She had texted me in March, then I called her back and we talked on the phone and she said she was up for a date, but I wasn't in town. Then, in April, I saw her one day, but she wouldn't get in. Her phones have all disappeared days or weeks after she gets them, and each with a new number. So, yesterday was only the second time in 2023 that I found her walking. After a couple hours of chatting and her getting high, she was ready to suck my cock. Erika is a heavenly angel who is a master at cocksucking. She is a gem of Silver city. A gift unto man from the celestial sky. From the moment she placed her colored lips onto my colored cockhead, I was alternating between gasping and whimpering in sheer ecstasy. Erika is a wonderful woman. With my soul in her hand, she gripped me in her palm and shifted me this way, then that, at her whim, and after probably 9 minutes of cocksucking, my balls exploded and I filled her oral cavity with the hottest, thickest, richest, creamiest sperm that exists! So much shot out as I was coming that after probably 6 seconds, I admonished her to continue pumping. She hadn't ever stopped. Nay- my warning was a preemptive measure, because my torrents are known to befuddle even the most professional cocksuckers, such as Erika. If my memory serves me correctly, I admonished her again a couple of seconds later to wring every last drop out, which she did. She carried me through probably a 9-or-10- heck, perhaps 12-second orgasm, without every stopping once. Afterward, she opened her car door and spat my huge load onto the pavement.
God Bless Erika: The Light Of Silver City.
We hung out chatting more, then by-and-by I invited her out to eat on my dime, and she accepted. I let her pick the restaurant. She chose George Webb. I was delighted because it's cheap, but I advised her that she can choose wherever she wants, that it doesn't have to be that cheap place. She informed me that that is sincerely her choice, and she apprised me of the particular meal that she craves from Webb. I insisted we go to one in humanistan, as opposed to animalstan, citing my requirement to feel safe. So, she reluctantly agreed to come out to one far from her stomping grounds. Upon arriving, she had me park on a side street. She then took the liberty to shoot up some heroin straight into her bare lower hip / upper thigh. It was an honor to have Erika in my car, shooting up. I am fascinated and enthralled watching her do it! And being that she is some of the fabric that binds the Silver City community together, and this is her lifestyle, of course it was a special moment for me to have her in my car doing her thing. I suspect that riding a heroin high is even more piggish than shooting sperm into a drug addict's mouth- but alas, I will never know (or so I hope).
She zombied out, then slowly came back to life, smoking crack. We engaged in more lively dialogue once she was able to speak and think again. Erika says she enjoys sucking the cocks of married men, because she's getting one up on the dudes' wives. She told me she thinks to herself, "I win. ".
By-and-by we repaired to the restaurant and had ourselves a bite to eat.
Upon returning to Silver City, we parked across from Storm's memorial and Erika led me over to it. We attempted to light some candles and other light able materials within the memorial, but to no avail. I think I will buy some more candles for it and place them there next time I'm in town. Her lighter stopped working while I was lighting something, so we went to the gas station and I bought her a new one. On our way back, she brazenly walked in front of a car, causing it to stop and sit in the intersection for several seconds, and I quipped, "Now I'm that guy I always see with a WG, and I refuse to pick her up because some annoying dude is by her!" Erika chuckled. I then remarked about how brazenly you girls walk in front of traffic. Erika took a few pictures of me by Storm's memorial. We then parted ways at around 12:30 at night.
Erika is a survivor. She is going to survive. All of the heroin. All of the fights. All of the bad dates. All of the jaywalking. All of the homeless nights.
On my way home, I started jacking off, and I pulled over when I wasn't too far from home because I couldn't take it anymore, and I jacked off and shot a load onto a parking lot in the wee hours. Ahh. It felt so great!
So, four in 24 hours, three of whom made me ejaculate. Plus a fourth load in 32 hours, via masturbation.
WGs are life.
Cheating is life.
Infidelity is the pinnacle of existence.
Variety is the spice of life.
Rose lies on her back and lets us pigs shoot sperm into her pussy.
Tina- the Hispanic woman with the pockmarked face- has a slippery, smooth pussy.
Duffy has fun bags that you squeeze until your sperm squirts out.
The feeling of a load splashing against Jill's pussy walls is the greatest honor of her life, and an experience that she craves all day, every day.
Ashley, lies on her back and smiles at us while we shoot sperm into her pussy.
I love having sex with women, as many women as possible, whether one at a time or multiple at once. Unprotected, always.
Body Shopper.
Digits Jill, Ashley, Erica?
If anyoone has digits for any of these three, I would be super thankful if you could pm them. Thanks!
Clarifications, Addendums, Compliments, And A Description Of The Holy Trinity
Troll Mongo: I, too, would love to beat the crap out of Andrea's boyfriend. As I was driving up and down the higher streets of Greenfield a few weeks ago, the day after our date, watching him harass and intimidate her, I was filled with rage, but reminded myself of two things: 1. Assessing his age and physique, and taking into account the high probability that he is much more experienced in fighting than I am, I estimated there to be a 50% chance I'd win. 2. There is no reason for me to risk potential jail time over a slore I'd just met the night before. But seriously, if one of you guys reading this is a fighter, you should kick that guy's ass, because he openly terrorizes her on the street, right on the sidewalk in front of other pedestrians. It's an outlandish and infuriating spectacle! Troll Mongo has duly noted in his report the same observation.
Soccer Fan: Brilliant investigative work, as always! Yes, Skip The Games is where you can often find a phone number that'll work for a day or two.
Rock Hard Throb: Erika does not have a phone. Jill and Ashley frequently post on Skip The Games, but Jill's phone numbers are only good for a day or two. Also, by contacting her as a stranger via phone, you will be paying at least double her street price for a car date. I haven't talked with Ashley in almost three years. She was historically a Greenfield Avenue walker, but the last time I saw her out there was in October, 2020, when we did a car date. She's always on Skip The Games, now. Her boyfriend Steven helps her with her business.
Stone Rain: The Ashley I'm referring to is a 26-year-old ruddy redhead, whose pussy feels much like that of her fellow young, chubby, ruddy redhead Rose- except that Rose's puss feels even better. But both of their pussies are heaven to be in! Ashley historically has been quite overweight, but the pics I see on STG over the past year show her to be thin now. I preferred her fat, to be honest. By the way, her basement up on the far north-west side is the only hooker's abode I've ever been in! So, Ashley has imprinted herself in my memory deeply by being that historical figure in my timeline. Problem is, I never came with her. All three dates, I did oral and intercourse, unprotected, but never came. But she's pleasant as all get out, and gave it up cheaply for me each time! 20 for oral, plus 10 for the additional intercourse. These were 2020 prices, mind you. The Ashley you are referring to- daughter of the late Christie, and sister of Arian- did, indeed, pass away a couple of months ago. Life is short and precious.
The Holy Trinity consists of Jessi, Erika, and Rose. All three are white slores who stand on Greenfield between 18th & 25th streets, and have hair coming down to anywhere between their ass and shoulders. Jessi is a 33-year-old brunette with wavy or even slightly curly hair. I don't remember her height. Erika is a 38-year-old dark blonde with straight hair. She stands 5 feet tall. Rose is a 25-year-old ruddy redhead with straight hair. She stands 5 feet and two inches tall.
Yes, Girls Do It In The Rain
Let's just say I met someone and so there I was, just off of 6th and Lincoln, unloaded and no longer in need of company. It's Friday evening and it's raining. Since I'm here, I decide to go window shopping.
I drive Lincoln from 6th to 27th and see nothing. I know girls exist on Lincoln, I've seen them with my own eyes, but you're more likely to experience an Elvis sighting.
I go up 27th and then go east on Greenfield. I see one girl so I swing around the block for a better look. Mongers are lining up since there isn't much because of the rain, but they are passing on this one and I can see why as I drive by. She's in the middle of street off Greenfield and as I go by, she gives me the look but she looks like an extra for The Walking Dead and did not require any makeup.
There is another girl on the corner there and she waves to me but it's a dark corner so I can't get a good look. The body looks pretty good but I couldn't see the face. However, the question was answered, yes, the girls do it in the rain.
I turn north on 11th and then go west on National. I see a girl in the dark and she's just shuffling along, the rain ruining her night and making her enthusiasm lacking for she was not trying hard to connect with an eager gentleman.
Then I see one more girl around 20th and National. While race is meaningless to me, I'm more into a type than color, but there is a constant here, the white girls generally have been hardened by the street. Not so in this case. She's wearing a nice little dress, is blond, young, and pretty. I caught a glimpse of her driving by so I looped around the block and my timing was perfect, when I got to the corner she was just arriving and gives me the look as she crosses in front of me. I look away for I have been temporarily rendered unable to perform and she continues on.
This one doesn't belong. She's clean, nice, and, and, and? I can't put my finger on it. Then it hits me, she has the look of innocence. If you told me she was 17, I would have believed it. Now I'm regretting my earlier escapade and my current useless state.
There is always something when I'm out here. Good, bad, ugly, the unbelievable. This time I saw an angel walking through hell and in the rain.
That was it, just a single pass, and this time I see something even more rare than an Elvis sighting.
This place continues to astound me.
