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My New Nickname Is The Notorious P. I. G.
All of my reports on this forum are fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Jen car date BBBJ BBFS CIM 40.
Kelly car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Bug car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
Erika car date BBBJ CIM 30.
I love having sex with women, as many women as possible. Whether one at a time or multiple at once. Unprotected, always. Variety is the spice of life, gentlemen, and don't you forget it!
Wives are to be cheated on. So are husbands. Nature's imperative is for every man to have his woman unknowingly suck off pussy juice (wet or dried) of as many other women as possible, as often as possible, and for every woman to get creampied by as many men behind her man's back as possible, then dribble the goo around his home over the course of the next few hours- but more importantly, to trick him into fucking her with the other man's nut still fresh in her pussy, and most importantly to trick him into licking the other man's nut as it oozes out of her vagina during cunnilingus.
These are Nature's noble directives which are seared into my heart. These commands are seared into everyone's heart from conception, but most people get beaten down by society and become against them, only showing their true colors in bursts, but generally living as domesticated animals. Joseph Goebbels said, "Man is and remains an animal. Here a beast of prey, there a housepet, but always an animal. ".
I arrived at 27th and Greenfield at 4:30 Friday afternoon, my heart seared with many noble directives that I intended to execute. The first hooker I saw was Redd, on the south-east corner of 22nd and Greenfield. A second later, I saw my second, Jen, about a quarter-block east on that southern sidewalk. I hung a right onto 21st street, across from the corner store. She approached, got in, and I made off with her to a far-away spot. She sucked my cock in my back seat, leaning over from the passenger's side seat, for around 8 or 10 minutes, then I had her hop on. We had moved both front seats all the way up prior to the oral sex, and she opted to lean back against the back of the front passenger's seat. We were equally active partners for the 45 seconds or so that the fucking lasted before my dick was out of steam. She bounced while I pounded. It wasn't very comfortable. I'd intended for her to ride me like a normal woman rides a cock, but she said that her joints can't withstand that. After that sad 45 seconds, we reassumed our previous position, and she sucked me for probably another 10 or 12 minutes, then caught my load and spat it out. She worked very, very hard this whole time. During the last few minutes, she was making beleaguered sounds, even ones that resembled crying toward the end. I give Jen a lot of credit for her diligence and professionalism. As she stated at one point during our 2 1/2 hours or so together: "Regulars are our bread and butter. " And the last thing Jen wants is to lose a regular, especially one who's a celebrity journalist! You see, most dates consists of a hooker who is a predator, and a John who is a housepet. I have been told many times by Johns, "Many of us have a lot to lose. " Housepets come up with the fanciest statements to sanitize a crushed soul. I am one of a small percentage of Johns with whom dates consists of two predators. We respect each other and are careful not to commit offenses against each other.
I called up Erika and attempted to arrange to pick her up. She said she just woke up and needed to get unsick. She always lies and says she just woke up. The unsick part is a fancy way of saying she wants money fronted. I wasn't having any of it, so I just continued cruising. I turned down Chevy at 9th street and Lincoln, stating as my reason that she stopped sucking, stroking, and fondling halfway through my orgasm last time, although she did keep her mouth and hands on my goods. She retorted that she already had a mouthful. She understood that I'm not going to do a date with her, so she walked away. On 9th place and Lincoln, I accosted three slores who said "We're good. " I guess Chevy was one of them, because she came walking around my car, assuring the girls repeatedly that dates with me are good, so the other two came slowly up to my car, a toothpick and a chubby one. Then, the chubby one said, "Oh hell no, that's the guy who took my picture! He's lucky I don't punch him in the mouth!" As she said all of that, she was walking away while looking me right in the eyes. It was Rebecca from my April 16th post, this year. I picked up Jen again and hung out with her for another hour or two in my car. I told Jen that I am looking for another hole to shoot in, and that when I find one, she'll have to get out and let the new one in. I eventually found Kelly. You pigs might remember my reports of her last summer: two car dates that both went well. So well, in fact, that she even earned the pink backpack 4-pack! Caught the first, then swallowed the second load. This time, she and I were a bit freaked out in my general area of spots, so I went looking for another spot. She didn't like the next one I pulled into, either. She told me of a spot she uses, and we were far from her stomping grounds, so I figured I'll go there. It was a spot on a street, and was a very good spot for nighttime dates. I think she even said that she does daytime dates there, too. Kelly gave me a very good blow job, then caught and spat out my load onto the street. I dropped her back off at around 3:00 in the morning and went to sleep in my car.
Woke up yesterday, got a bite to eat, then hit the stroll in the late morning or early afternoon. Cruised for an hour or two, then found Bug. Picked her up and got a blow job, and she swallowed my load, like every time. She's 4 for 4 in making me shoot, now. We hung out in my car for several hours. It was a pleasant time.
After that, I contacted Erika and eventually picked her up. I timed her blow job. It took 8 minutes, and was pure bliss the entire time. We barely talked before or after the blow job. She was doing her thing, and I was doing mine. We are not on speaking terms. We just get together, make a transaction, then purge ourselves of each other's presence as quickly as possible. Of all of the people I've ever met: seamstresses, shoemakers, athletes, prostitutes, artists, entertainers, etc. , Erika is one of the most talented. From the moment her mouth touched my soft cock- which had been thrice drained in the previous 25 hours- I was in paradise. She began with her signature tonguing of the head with her lips wrapped tightly around the upper shaft, intermittent with a suction that is the most skillful out there. My limp noodle became 80% hard in no time, where it remained, since I'd already pumped out so much cum recently. A minute or two in, she switched from the suctioning and tonguing of the head to the vertical motion up and down the head and upper half of the shaft, while stroking. Around a minute into that phase, I admonished her to fondle my balls. She did, and about 4 minutes later, she pumped a geyser of male fluid into her capable facehole. She carried me through, as I filled her entire mouth with cream, to her dismay and my delight. She left me a shaking, whimpering mess as she spat out a mouthful of bile.
Seconds before starting the blow job, she told her heroin dealer on the phone to meet her at a nearby gas station in 10 minutes. Erika is that confident in her ability to make me shoot fast that she knew she only needed such a small window of time to do her task and get over to the vile meeting, even though she knew that I had ejaculated thrice in the preceding 25 hours. Erika is very proud of her ability to suck cock, and brags about it often to all of her clients and potential clients. After she purchased her heroin, on our way back to the trap house, Erika boasted to me some about the high quality of her blow job. I admitted to her that for a long time now, I've had the quiet ambition of stopping seeing her, but that the power she wields with her fellatio and coitus has prevented me from achieving said aspiration, thus far. She smiled, clearly enjoying hearing that. Erika is extremely high quality pussy and head. In fact, her pussy is one of the tightest, wettest, and smoothest organs on the south loop.
Body Shopper, The Notorious P. I. G.
Erika's Child Is Not Mine
It has been confirmed that I am not the father of Erika's baby, born four months ago. One of you mongers posted on here last summer, saying I'm the father. Another messaged me later last summer after meeting her on the street for the first time, scooping her and pumping a load into her pussy, addressing me as if I'm the father. I can understand the assumption, since there was all of that hubbub a year and a half ago when she told my friend he can shoot in her pussy after denying me it for almost two years, and then me confronting her and her immediately backing down and letting me shoot in it from then on, which I still do to this day. Meanwhile, she terrorizes half of the new guys who scoop her, making them wear condoms. And even some guys her best friends introduce to her, which is obviously socially inappropriate, as these are the men who she should treat the best, out of respect for her so-called friends. I know all of these things, because one of her friends told me, without even griping about it. She just assumed that everything Erika does is with condoms. No, I told her that random strangers pick Erika up and pump cum into her pussy, raw. The thing is, I respect friends' privacy, but I don't respect traitors' privacy. That's an itty bitty difference. Perhaps some of you can recognize the nuance. But ultimately, every single hooker in Milwaukee- south side and north- lets strangers shoot semen into her pussy. And half of the Johns they admonish not to shoot in their pussy do it anyway. So I can't necessarily say that I would cover up for any hooker on this particular subject.
Providers Think Their Regulars Are Stupid; They Respect Guys Who Pump And Dump Once.
[QUOTE=ParanoidSchizo;7303178]Note: One girl admitted to charging "extra" to her "regulars" because they were "stupid".[/QUOTE]I am quoting and replying to the last portion of a post on the Escorts forum, from June 1st of this year. Thank you for quoting that bimbo, Schizo, because this is an extremely important point. I have noticed this a little bit, as I've accumulated more and more regular providers over the years. Especially ones who I bring to the motel. They get too confident, and I can tell that a lot of them think that I'm stupid. But they never thought that on our first date! I am going to write a short treatise soon on female psychology and post it here, and this dynamic will be expounded on. This is a treatise that I already (mentally) had in the works, for posting on here, so it was not at all inspired by your post; I'm just saying that your point will fit nicely into the treatise I already was preparing for this board.
Is She A Cop Or A Slore? That Woman Was Still On 22nd Last Time I Was In Town.
On Saturday, June 7th, that decoy was still standing on her perch on the southwest corner of 22nd and Greenfield. She has dirty blond / light brown hair which looks like a rat's nest, and a nice ass. If any of you pigs have had sexual contact with her, let me know, just in case I'm wrong. But I'm pretty sure she's a cop, or why wouldn't she have gotten into anyone's vehicles that day that I was pulling up to her? If she's a real contractor, I'd love to fuck her! She's sexy.