My friend's latest two trips to town
My friend's latest two trips- one in May, and one in June- consist of the following experiences:
May.
Hard chronological data:
Summer car date BBBJ 30.
Krissie car date BBBJ BBFS 30.
June.
Hard chronological data:
CiCi car date BBBJ BBFS CIP 40.
Car date BBBJ 20.
Dee Dee car date BBBJ BBFS 40.
My friend whose escapades I've reported on here twice, came into town one May day and picked up Neck. She gave him a one-minute free sample of head, and he agreed to a date. Then, after they parked, she gave him 7 minutes of lousy head and insisted he give her the other $10, which he did, so she made off with $30, when in fact she only had earned $20, and hardly even that. He says he will never pick up Summer again.
Next up was Krissie The Cocksucker. She performed great service for him, switching back and forth between fucking and sucking several times. All of the fucking was done in missionary on the front passenger's seat. Alas, his penchant for masturbation had precluded an orgasm, and he dropped her off and headed home.
He then came into town one June day and picked up CiCi, with me speaking to her on speaker phone, so she doesn't dare to pull any stupid moves. She was a low quality date, giving lackadaisical head, then lying back on his front passenger's seat while he fucked her. Eventually, he pulled out and gave himself manual sex until he was ready to shoot, then he pounded it into her pig twat. Done.
He pulled up to one bish who I said sounds aggressive. I was on speaker phone, and she got offended and walked away. He then admonished me to "not say anything that would offend the hookers". You got it, pal.
The next one he picked up sounded like a bad date, but I followed his rule and didn't apprise him. He later told me that the name she was going by wan't the name she first gave. While he couldn't make out what she'd said, he told me that she had changed and pretended to have the name I said back to her, because I thought she'd given a certain name. So, we don't know her name. This was a very bad date. In the future, I will report what happened on this date; but for now, suffice it to say that she gave 5 minutes of uninspired head, then quit, and he dropped her back off.
I then asked him if he's sure he doesn't want me to say anything that could offend hookers. He answered by reversing his position on that.
Next, he picked up that toothless cocksucker Dee Dee. She gave him uninspired head for 5 minutes, then he fucked her missionary in his passenger's seat, and did not cum. She refused to give him more head after that.
He dropped her off and drove home.
Body Shopper.
The Responsibility Of Johns To Pregnant Streetwalkers
On the average day, a streetwalker doesn't eat a meal; only snacks. Streetwalkers probably eat 3 or 4 meals a week. While one is pregnant, it is our merciful and just duty to purchase meals for her baby. This duty rests primarily upon the shoulders of her regular clients, and secondarily on the rest of her clients. The more intimate your contact with her, the greater your burden. For instance, a John who fucks and shoots inside a slore's pussy has a greater responsibility to buy food for her baby than does a John who gets handjobs. Every slore's baby is a trick baby. It's never her boyfriend's baby.
Did you hear me? Never.
So, while we are pumping these girls full of our sperm and watching the babies pop out left and right, we need to hold ourselves to a high standard of moral conduct. Always purchase food for pregnant hookers. But always make them eat it in front of you, lest they trade it for crack-cocaine. Heck, if you see a pregnant stranger or one you recognize but don't do dates with, and thus you don't trust her in your car, park and hop out and take her to the nearest taco truck and buy her a taco. One taco at a time, though. If she finishes one and wants another, go buy her one. Don't buy a stranger more than one at a time, because it would be super-easy for her to make off with them and go trade them for drugs.
This is part of Body Shopper's creed. Words to live by. We all will die one day, and it's best to do so with a clean conscience.
The Notorious P. I. G. Signing off.
Let's make this world a better place, shall we, gents?
Memories, Women, Batting Averages
I loved shooting into Rose's mouth. I did it so many times. I loved shooting into her pussy. I did that once, and it was one of the greatest experiences of my entire life.
Shooting into Red's pussy for the first time last summer was also among the greatest, most glorious moments of my life. Every time I fuck that woman, I'm in paradise.
I love watching Erika and Jessi wince and grimace in discomfort as I pummel their insides with all of the negativity that exists within me.
I love looking Jamie in the eyes while shooting in her pussy. And I know she loves looking in my eyes while I'm shooting. She captures a piece of me every time she does so. When I shoot and she watches and feels, she wins, and I am subject to her mighty power.
The streets are where we make some of our best memories. These memories are the pleasant thoughts that accompany us through life, and will be still filling our lives with joy and meaning when we die.
I have squirted into Lola's mouth. And Lowly's. And Chevrolet's. And Corinna's on 15th and Lincoln. And Corinna's on 8th and Lincoln. And hundreds of other women.
The two women who currently have the best batting average are Jen and Chevy. For me to consider a woman's batting average, she has to have gone to bat at least 20 times. Until then, there isn't enough statistical material to fully judge her by. Jen on Greenfield, and Chevy on Lincoln, have each done between 20 and 25 dates with me, and made me cum every single time! Here is a shout out to both of these slores!
Erika gets an honorable mention, since over the past 5 months- during which I estimate we've done 25 dates- she's only failed me once. Her overall batting average through the years is probably between 85% and 90%, but over the past 5 months, it's around 96%.
The most fitting canvas for splatterpaint is a drug addict's face.
Cops need their dick sucked, too.
Wives are meant to be cheated on.
A person who lacks the agency to maintain a long-term phone number deserves to have sperm squirted all over her face.
Let's keep pumping cream into these women's holes, shall we, gents?
Body Shopper.
BSW on greenfield Tuesday
Did anyone see the two nice thick BSW'S walking on Tuesday. One had a really short skirt with her ass cheeks hanging out, the other was wearing booty shorts. Circled around a few times but couldn't grab there attention in traffic. Anyone pick them up?
Tina, Brittany, (Native) Summer, Krazy Kerri, and Kassie: 4 Orgasms In 5 Mouths
All of my posts on this forum are fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Tina car date BBBJ 20.
Brittany car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Neck (Summer) car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Krazy Kerri car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Kassie car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
I recently viewed a video of a hyena muzzled and tamed, tied to a post. Its conqueror was playing with the mut, the same way people play with pet dogs. Creatures who eat their fellow creatures ass-first while they're still alive need to be conquered and muzzled.
People who steal jewelry from their family and sell it for drug money, and who hit each other over the head with baseball bats, full cans of soda, and bricks also need to be conquered and domesticated. I can tame even the wildest beast.
I arrived in town at around 2:00 in the afternoon on July 3rd. Got a motel and showered, then hit the stroll. This trip was a disappointment in that I could not find a single one of the elite squad who comprise the 6 or 7 girls I bring to the motel, and the two I did make contact with were out of town and not available. Conversely, my trip was a successful and fun venture in that I did have 5 car dates which produced 4 orgasms.
After cruising for perhaps two hours, I saw a homeless bum walking westbound in the alley between Lincoln and Hayes. I was driving eastbound, and I stopped when I got to her. She said, "What are you doing?" I replied, "I'm looking for someone to suck my dick. " She said, "I can do that. " I replied, "Hop on in!" I didn't bother asking her name, but right before the blow job, she volunteered that she's Tina Marie. Then, solicited, she revealed she is the ripe old age of 54. Toothless and in homeless attire and spirit. She sucked my dick for 11 minutes- we'd agreed upon 12, part-way through the blow job- but I cut the date off a minute early, because some young, white dude who looked like a good citizen crept slowly toward our car in disapproval. Dropped the bum back off and continued cruising.
Next, to my absolute astonishment and delight, I found a gal who I'd been worried was purposedly avoiding me. I picked her up at around 9:00 in the evening, on 21st street, on the west sidewalk between Greenfield and the alley that sits between Greenfield and Orchard. Understand, gents, that for years I've been constantly worrying that various slores have decided to discontinue business with me, even though in reality, not one hooker has ever disassociated from me. Not one. This hooker was Brittany, who I had had for the first time last December! I reported on her either that month or early the next month. A great cocksucker! She had come up to my vehicle once a few months ago and told me she'd be out of the trap house in 4 minutes, and to wait for her, that she'll do a date, but I never saw her again until now! She was not avoiding me, and didn't have anything against me. She is a great cocksucker! She gives a truly amazing blow job! This is the petite brunette, not to be confused with the chubby blonde Brittany. Brit, just like a half-a-year earlier, worked on me for probably 10 or 11 minutes. But she did a bad thing this time. She doesn't stay in rhythm too long, instead opting to switch techniques every 5 or 10 seconds, which I let her do, because it feels totally amazing! But while shifting, I reached climax and admonished her to finish me off, and she basically fought the whole way through, not carrying me through, but begrudgingly and unskillfully going through some of the motions (and not others0 while I held her head down and thrust my hips up into her face fast and furiously. Anyway, she got my load out of me with my dick in her mouth the entire time, so we're good. But that lack of service during orgasm marred what was otherwise a fantastic, amazing, and delightful blow job.
I went back to the motel and slept. Awoke yesterday, showered again, then ran a couple of errands and hit the stroll. Found Neck and offered her the deal of 10 if I don't shoot, 30 if I do. Gave her some food. She declined the date. At the end of our time together, BTW, I told her that I'm going to tell the story of her boyfriend cheering her on, but that I will not say his name. She retorted that it's fine if I say his name on here. So, with her unsolicited encouragement, I will refer to him by his first name: Flacco (I'm not sure if I'm spelling that right) When she was playing hard-to-get, I got out of my car and approached her and Flacco while Summer was eating the dates and peanuts I'd given her. I'd refused to give her any of the whole apple pie she spotted in my back seat, informing her that that pie is only for girls who do a date with me. I complimented her appearance as I stood there with them on the sidewalk, and Flacco nodded and smiled in agreement. You see, Summer had a miniskirt on, and the lower portion of her buttocks were out, naked, with no underpants! And she was standing there in broad daylight like that, breaking obscenity laws! I loved it! After a minute, I got back into my car and began circling the blocks. Around 15 minutes later, having not caught yet in the 90-degree sun, Summer made the correct choice and took me up on my offer. As she opened the door, her boyfriend Flacco was cheering her on, even giving a couple of fist-pumps.
Summer and I repaired to one of my spots. She got to work, coming in with a 0-for-3 batting average. She gave competent head, procuring an orgasm by the skin of her teeth. Metaphorically speaking. So, she's 1-for-4 now, which is a heck of a lot better than the 0-for-3 she came into the date at. After catching my breath, I remarked, "You know how to suck dick. You know how to make men shoot. Wouldn't it have made more sense to just make me squirt and walk away with 30 on each of our first three dates?" She smiled, without saying anything.
While she was bending over outside my car, I'd spotted a white piece of some kind of tissue or cotton in her pussy hole. After the date, when she got out at a taco truck, several pieces of tissue or cotton were left on my seat. When she got back in, I admonished her to throw those outside, and she did. I told her that they came out of her pussy. She played dumb until I told her I had seen the thing in her pussy earlier. Then she admitted it and explained that some John had just shot a load in her pussy shortly before she got in my car, and she had stuffed paper up in there as a plug to absorb the semen so it doesn't continuously drip out of her vagina.
As I casually told Summer of my activities with various girls, she was astonished that they all let me shoot in their pussies! She said that all of the girls, other than her, claim their menu is very limited. I admonished Neck for being so gullible as to believe them. She conceded the folly of her naivete on that count. I admire Summer for being honest and open about her filth, while all of her colleagues are disingenuous liars, pretending to be something they're not.
Summer told me that just before she got in with me, since the deal was 30 if I shoot, 10 if I don't, Flacco had told her that she has to figure out a way to make me cum. I think every woman deserves a supportive boyfriend like that.
I cut the apple pie into four slices and let her pick which one she wanted. Then, I served it to her and she ate it. I had offered to take her to a gas station a ways away and microwave it for her, but she declined. Me, I love warm apple pie, not room temperature. Although, with my air conditioner not being the best, the apple pie was probably kind of warm, just being at car temperature.
At one point during our discussion, I addressed her and her colleagues as "you pigs". She smiled but was somewhat upset at the same time, and replied, "You're a pig. " I smiled and said, "I cannot deny that. Yes, I am a pig. In fact, my new nickname is The Notorious P. I. G. " She laughed. After a couple of minutes, she got back out, got her food she'd ordered at the truck, and I dropped her off at the same drug house I'd dropped little Brittany off at the previous night.
Right after that, I saw Mari on skid row, on 20th street between Greenfield and the alley north of Greenfield. She was vying for a date, but I explained that I had just shot into a mouth, so I can't. For the first time, Mari carried herself like a normal person! She wasn't creepy, scary, nor aggressive. Just happy and smiley. I declined to give her a couple of dollars, but I did give her two bottles of water, and she thanked me. She's awfully scrawny now, and perhaps would not be a very formidable opponent even were she to go back to her old ways.
I went and ate, then came back to the stroll. After perhaps an hour of cruising, I found Krazy Kerri at 12th and Greenfield, socializing with a motley co-ed crew of riffraff. I'd pumped into Summer's mouth at around 1:40, and then I pumped into Kerri's at around 6:00. Kerry gives a great blow job! She's been a regular of mine for almost 4 years now, and I'd say we've done around 18 dates. She's made me bust all but one time, and that was the time I called her up and rousted her out. All of the other dates were from picking her up on the street.
I then went and foraged. After that, a buddy of mine and I went and watched the fireworks. It was a good show.
Then, I hit the stroll yet again. After probably an hour of cruising, I found Kassie on Greenfield, just west of Comstock. She came to my car, on Comstock, facing Greenfield, at the stop sign. We repaired to one of my spots. She gave me good head. The two techniques Kassie excels at the most are general suction and specific head suction. She was hot and bothered by 5 minutes in, and clearly wanted to quit, but I admonished her to stay on task and make it squirt. In fact, in a horse, labored voice I repeatedly barked, "Make it squirt. Make it squirt. " Eventually, she did just that, and swallowed every last drop. She finished me off at a quarter to midnight. Took her to a gas station, then dropped her off at a trap house. Drove home happy, having shot 4 loads into a total of 5 mouths in a 34-hour sex spree.
Chella licks balls to loosen up the sperm, then pumps it down her pig throat.
Jen guzzles goo like it's a hot commodity.
Jill's favorite beverage is sperm.
Jessi winces as she gets fucked.
Stacy sucks dicks and pumps out sperm while we soar to heaven.
Red sits on your lap and steals your seed.
Krissie happily empties 15 ball sacks a day.
Chevy has made a career out of making wieners shoot.
Renia smiles at your while she grinds your load out into her pussy.
Jamie looks you deeply in the eyes while the two of you fuck.
Michelle, who I met last December and posted pictures of, is one of the greatest people I've ever met in my life.
And Duffy has funbags that you squeeze until your sperm squirts out.
Body Shopper.
CiCi, Tracy, Jen, Kassie, And Erika: 5 mouths, totalling 3 orgasms.
All of my writing on this forum is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
CiCi car date BBBJ 20.
Tracy car date BBBJ 20.
Jen car date BBBJ BLS CIM WS 30.
Kassie car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
Erika car date BBBJ CIM 30.
I passed through Milwaukee yesterday, on my way to a business activity, then again back through today, after this morning's business activity. Yesterday, I had three slores, and today, two. The first two dates did not result in orgasm, but the last three did. I mongered for around 8 hours yesterday, and 9 hours today.
Yesterday, in the early evening, I picked up CiCi on National and 23rd or 24th street. Her attitude was shit, so I anticipated a bad date, but I still picked her up because I felt guilty about turning her down the other week when I didn't know who it was and she came expectantly to my car; and because the first two of the three dates we'd done by then went well. CiCi wound up being a lousy date. I timed her, and she complained after two minutes, tried to quit after four, and succeeded in quitting after six. Didn't even get me hard. She had been hungrily speaking of perusing my sandals and jewelry, intermittent with saying that she has to be back there really soon. So, after the date, I refused to let her look through my stuff, because fuck her. She'd been looking forward to obtaining some footwear, and I'd been looking forward to shooting. She didn't make me shoot, so she didn't get what she wanted, either. As we neared the corner I'd picked her up at, I saw a dark black man standing there, and I inquired, "Is that your guy?" She said "yeah". I then said that if he approaches my car, I'm driving away. She said, "Not with me in the vehicle, you're not!" I retorted gleefully and dominantly, "Oh, yes I am! With or without you in the car, I'm driving away!" She retorted that he won't approach anyway. Then she added, "Unless I tell him to. " As she was getting out of the car, I noticed that she'd forgotten her vape, plugged in to my charger. I purposedly didn't notify her. I will never pick CiCi up again.
BTW, remember how, several months ago, I reported on here that I apologized to her mother for having brought CiCi to Milwaukee? Well, around two months ago, I spoke with that woman on the phone, and she said, "I met CiCi when she was 5 years old. " See? The moment the girl inconveniences this woman in the least, the woman all of a sudden isn't CiCi's mother anymore! The lesson to learn from this is to never show people the respect that their stated blood relationship would require, for they are probably lying, especially in the world of slores.
A couple of hours after dropping CiCi off, right after dark, I found one Tracy at the Speedway on 9th Place and Lincoln. 42 years old, toothless, big tits, fairly pretty, and nice personality. She sucked my cock diligently for 10 or 12 minutes, but did not even get me hard. But she acted cool and was at least trying the whole time. Heck, it could have even been 15 minutes she worked on me; I don't remember. We were both happy we'd met, and she gave me her number, but of course it doesn't work.
After around another hour or so of cruising, I finally called Jen. She answered and told me where to meet her. Jen saved me from driving on to the city of my that night's destination with a full ball sack by draining it for me. Jen is a gem. She has never failed at making me shoot. Jen is a master of rhythm, and possesses a smorgasbord of techniques, each more delightful than the next. She has never had anything but the purest confidence combined with the purest professional determination to accomplish the task at hand, which is to make her client shoot. Jen gave me a very enjoyable blow job. In the beginning, she did her trademark licking and sucking of the testicles, which makes me whimper like a wounded puppy. That technique is how she gets the sperm loosened from the walls of the sperm ducts. Then she orally caresses the penis in so many different ways. The grand finale consists of rhythmic, quick sucking with the head bobbing up and down while fondling the testes very skillfully with one hand and stroking the shaft with the other. Jen pumped out a large load into her mouth and swallowed the entire thing! I dropped her back off and drove onto the next city and slept.
After the business was done in that other city, I drove back home, stopping in Milwaukee and mongering.
First, I picked up Kassie from the north-east corner of 20th and Greenfield. We repaired to a spot that had us in the sunlight, albeit with the windows up and the air conditioner on. But my a. C. Is mediocre, so we were sweltering in our pigging. Kassie sucks a mean cock. She was bemoaning the heat of the day and of the moment, and was therefore beleaguered, but after perhaps 10 minutes of diligent service, this wonderful provider pumped my load out into her facehole. Success! Glory! For both of us! She swallowed that load with pride and professionalism. I appreciate having Kassie out there. We've done three dates now, in as many months, and she has made me shoot every time, and has a good attitude. Keep an eye on her.
BTW, a few weeks ago, when I did a date with Kelly, I forgot to mention that she purchased a pair of sandals from me for $1.
Next up was Erika. I picked her up shortly after sundown. She gave me an absolutely amazing, great blow job, like she normally does. Her skill with her tongue is unmatched. Her cockhead suction is unsurpassed, and matched by few. I estimate she took all of 8 minutes to make me swoon and shoot. You don't get this great at a trade unless you enjoy your work. Being truly great at something requires the ingredient of enjoyment. Hers is written all over her face while she's sucking dick. I've spoken with countless men who have had Erika, and the common theme is that they all shoot. Even the ones who don't care for her blowjob pumped off into her facehole. One could call her mouth a community spittoon.
I dropped Erika back off and drove home happy and drained.
Baby Jess has a tight, wet, smooth, and beautiful pussy.
Red has the nicest body on the south loop.
Jill has a perfectly tight, wet, smooth pussy. And when she has some meat on her bones, her breasts are nothing short of glorious.
Rachel lies on her back with her eyes closed while you fuck her brains out.
Erin loves taking loads in her pussy.
Stacy rides dicks and makes them shoot in her pussy.
Chevy can suck a golf ball through a garden hose.
Krazy Kerry gives the fastest-paced blow job on planet earth.
Kassie takes loads in her throat and pussy all day, every day.
A pig's grunting, gasping, and heaving is music to Krissie's ears.
Some day, some smart young lady is going to give me a heart attack with her delightful techniques, and then promptly divest me of my wallet, and if she is so bold, my vehicle, as well.
The most appropriate canvas for splatterpaint is a drug addict's face.
Prostitutes are the hyenas of the urban jungle.
Cops need their dick sucked, too.
A person who lacks the agency to maintain a long-term phone number deserves to have sperm squirted all over her face.
And remember: Treason is a crime punishable by death.
Let's keep pumping cream into these women's holes, shall we, gents?
Body Shopper.
6 blow jobs, totalling 3 orgasms, in just over a day.
All of my writing on this website is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Elena car date BBBJ 20.
Krissie car date BBBJ 20.
Tania / Tiffany car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Chevy car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Red car date BBBJ 30.
Brooklyn car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Baby Jess,
Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is he who shooteth seed into your facehole.
Amen.
I arrived in town yesterday in the late afternoon. First, I went eastbound on Lincoln, hopping to find Brooklyn, who I reported on meeting a couple of weeks ago outside Chella's apartment. Lo! There she was on my first lap down! I hollered, but she didn't hear me or pretended not to. So, I pulled off on 14th street and parked. She had just crossed Lincoln onto Windlake, and was now crossing Windlake onto whatever it is, 14th or 15th street. At any rate, she was passing in front of that cell phone store. I lumbered across the street, hollering, as I went, a total spectacle, with my fat flying and my big bulk moving fast. By the time I got across Lincoln, she was already tossing some trash into the dumpster behind the cell phone store. Once traffic cleared, I lumbered across Windlake, literally running. I ran silently, my sandals making no sound whatsoever. Around 20 feet past the dumpster, I said her name, panting. She looked at me and then quickly looked away. I reminded her of meeting me by Chella's, and she happily stated that she remembers. She told me she's about to go in some drug house or other, and to meet her by that cell phone store in around ten minutes. I agreed, and walked two blocks back to my car and continued cruising, driving back to the cell phone store and looking around a couple of times over the next 20 minutes, but she wasn't there.
Then, I saw Chevy walking eastbound on Lincoln, looking beautiful! She was wearing a really nice dress, and she just looks ten times better than she did when I met her 4 1/2 years ago. It's marvelous what the streets can do for these women! She was carrying a bag that appeared to probably be takeout food. She ignored me, pretending not to know me, without saying a word! A few blocks eastward, at 8th street, I accosted her again, saying, "Why are you ignoring me? Just because I turned you down once?" She replied that she's on her way to a certain intersection, and can't do a date now. I offered her a ride, and shej accepted, and I drove her to her drug house, and she got out, assuring me repeatedly that she'll be out "soon", while refusing to say a number of minutes. So, after 10 minutes, I drove away. Had she said 20, that would have been fine. But not saying a number, I don't stick around too long.
After those few laps up and down Lincoln, and a few more on Greenfield, that scrawny black twig named Elena waved me down on Orchard, between 21st and 22nd. I stopped, and she admonished, "Why don't you ever link up with me?" I invited her in. She had a homeless putrescence about her, but I already expected that, because I had given her a ride from Mitchell to Greenfield the other week and observed it then. We got to my spot, I pissed, then I handed over 20. Then she turned from a person into a monster and attempted to hand me a condom in return. I declined. Expressing disapproval and trepidation in her countenance, she readied herself for the task and admonished, "I don't like cum". This retard is in the wrong business. She sucked me for probably around ten minutes. I had to tell her twice to get back on task when she switched to manual. The third time she switched to manual, I ended the date. I figured that with her having turned from person to monster when the money was exchanged (like half of these hyenas do), I wasn't out of the woods yet. I was right. The moment we exited the parking lot and back out onto the street, she remarked, "That's my package. " I pressed for clarification, but little was forthcoming. I'm guessing she was wanting me to stop so she could steal someone's package, and be the getaway driver. I replied that I will drop her off once, and that's it. When she's out, she's not getting back in. She resigned herself to just being taken back to her area. I dropped her off and will never pick her up again.
At the north-east corner of 14th and Greenfield, I met a woman who I think called herself Jasmine. Either light hispanic or darker white. She was very pushy. I had my window rolled up 3/4 of the way. She reached in and started trying to unlock my door! I yelled at her, and she quickly retracted her arm, and I sped off. Trying to unlock Body Shopper's door through a window your arm can barely fit through is a good way to get hurt. By me. Don't press your luck.
Next, I arranged a date with Krissie The (filthy) Cocksucker. In the late evening, she worked on me for 12 minutes, then called the date. I had only gotten half-hard. With Elena, I had only gotten 1/3 hard. Krissie had owed me $10 for around 3 months, so she used this date to pay me back. Any other hooker would have complained, or in some way attempted to not pay back the full ten. But Krissie took her 10 and acted 100% normal and decent about it! I listed it above as a $20 date, because the 10 I gave her, plus the 10 she paid back by letting me keep it, equals 20. I will probably not do dates with Krissie anymore because I'm just not very attracted to her; but she's one of my best comrades out on these hard streets, so I definitely would like to stay in touch to socialize, and to help each other out.
In the late night, perhaps around midnight, I found Tania, who also goes by Tiffany, as reported dutifully on here December 30th of last year. This is a huge-titted 46-year-old white woman with a clean complexion and long, straight brown hair. During last December's sex spree she was a part of, she was the 8th girl! So, she didn't make me shoot, as I'd shot five times already. But this time, being the third, and me not having shot at all, she made me shoot! The blow job lasted for an estimated 8 minutes, but had she not been shifting around for the first 5, she probably would have gotten me in 5 minutes. We were like actors in a pornographic film, it was so glorious- except that there was no acting going on. My cock got hard really quickly, with this attractive, voluptuous woman sucking my cock with good technique. Around 5 minutes in, I admonished her that if she wants me to shoot, she will have to stop switching from position to position. She stopped and sucked stationary from that point on, giving me really good head; and after around 3 minutes of her not shifting, I exploded! She filled up her entire mouth with my issue that had been building up for 2 1/2 days! Relief! Release! Twice during my orgasm, which probably lasted 10 or 12 seconds, she made an exclaiming, desperate, but impressed noice with her voice! I am the King! I am great! I shoot huge loads- sometimes, at least. When I tapped out, she unlocked her door and spat my goo out onto the pavement while I laid in a heap, semi-conscious. Some day, some smart young (or old) lady is going to give me a heart attack with her delightful techniques, then promptly divest me of my wallet, and if she is so bold, my vehicle, as well. I came to, paid her, and dropped her back off. On the way back, I asked her if she would like to fuck in my motel some time for 50, with cum in pussy. She happily said yes. Unfortunately, she still doesn't have a phone, like so many of these streetwalkers. So, I hope to see her out there some day when I have a motel.
I turned in for the night and slept in my car.
I woke up today and did some other stuff, then hit the stroll at around 11:30 in the morning. Found Chevy at 12 or 1 o'clock on 12th and Lincoln, north sidewalk. Drove through the alley and cut her off at the pass at 11th. She happily got in! I needed a good blow job SO BADLY. Chevy delivered, like she always does, with a GREAT blow job, not just a good one. Her suction was incredible. Chevy is truly a master cocksucker. I estimate this blow job only took six minutes. She was sucking hatefully, resentfully, and clearly not enjoying her work, like always, which is fine with me, because I am a good guy, but not a nice guy, so whatever my fellow voters and drivers and gun owners (if they choose to be these things) agree to is their problem, not mine. Chevy agrees to do the unthinkable with me several times a year, so I don't care whether she likes it or not; I only care about how great it feels while she's working on me, and that I get off. I remarked to her that whereas the streets usually make a woman lose weight and cut her hair short within a year, Chevy changed in the opposite way since I met her. She was tickled at my observation. Dropped her back off. On the way back, I asked her if she would like to fuck in my motel some time for 50, with cum in pussy. She happily said yes. Unfortunately, she still doesn't have a phone, like so many of these streetwalkers. So, I hope to see her out there some day when I have a motel.
At 14th street and Greenfield again, on the northwest corner, I picked up one Victoria- a woman who also appeared to be light hispanic, but could have been dark white. She wouldn't let me touch nor see her pussy, instead showing me a tit, so I told her to get out. She didn't obey right away, but I got stern and she got out.
I found Krazy Kerri on 14th or 15th and Greenfield. We hung out for 20 minutes or so in my car, but I did not do a date. I let her eat a ton of my Twix bars in my car. Then, I gave her the pink backpack 4-pack: pink backpack, pink bag of Hershey's Kisses, pink shaver, and bottle of hand sanitizer. Keep in mind, gents, that the women you see walking around wearing a very small pink-and-black backpack are the girls I approve of, and that is their noble, distinguished uniform.
Next was Red, in the late afternoon. I secured the agreement to suck me and then sit on my lap while I'm shooting for 40. From the moment her mouth touched my dick, she sucked with an air of displeasure, hurriedness, and overall bishiness that counteracted my lust. After a few minutes, I told her that I am just going to do the blow job for 30, because my dick isn't in good enough shape to fuck. I would guess we'd been at it for around 10 or 12 minutes when Red called the date and kept the 30 I'd given her, which was fine with me. I would have given her 30 anyway, because I had gotten her hopes up that she was going to earn 40. Also, her techniques were actually really good and felt great, but my dick was the problem. Having shot twice in the previous 18 hours- the latter of which was a mere 4 1/2 hours or thereabouts earlier- my dick was rather impotent. I didn't like the fact that Red just kept the money without a discussion, but again, 30 is what I would have paid her anyway, so I was fine with the deal.
As I was cruising, Star, The Terror Of Silver City called me and told me that she just watched me drive by twice. Always the stalker who will not be out-stalked, I kept on with her until I figured out exactly which car she was in, and I crept up and parked behind her, uninvited. She asked nastily why I'm there. I told her that it's because she called me. She refused to get out and insisted on saying whatever we were going to say on the phone. I opted not to do that, so we cordially said bye and hung up. People like Star are absolutely retarded. Before our first date of the two we did this past winter, she knew that I'm one of the most integrated and ambitious sloremongers in Milwaukee, yet she chose to not be accommodating to me on either date, and to act like shit toward me both in person and on the phone half of the times we interact. That moron would have done 20 dates with me by now and been making money, I was so into her. But because she is a lousy provider and a bad person, I only chose to see her twice, and she continues to get the cold shoulder from me. She is the most dangerous hooker in the city of Milwaukee, worse than Jolly or Mari or anyone, to Johns, anyway. With Star, you are always at the cusp of being arrested, or set up and mugged by some dude at gunpoint, or anything else you can or can't imagine. I am not suffering from psychosis. Rather, it is my intuition that speaks to me and tells me what folly it is to ever have anything to do with her.
Now, I was being very picky, and cruising around Greenfield and Lincoln, hoping to find a really worthwhile date. Lo! There was Brooklyn on Lincoln, approaching 6th street, eastbound on the south sidewalk. I hollered out my window, stopped at the traffic light, my fellow drivers be damned. She was exuberant to see me! I hung a wide right onto that angle street and pulled over, and in she hopped! This was in the early-to-mid-evening, in broad daylight. We repaired to a spot of mine. Brooklyn gave me a very good blow job! It was a true pleasure experiencing her youth, beauty, fellatio style, and skill as she fellated my glorious member! I told her to fondle my nuts. By and by, after probably around ten minutes of high quality head, I erupted and shot a torrent of goo into her young facehole. She pumped, and I admonished her to continue pumping, because she seemed like she was overwhelmed with my issue. She wound up pumping probably 90% of it out. She spat it out the door. I remarked, happily, that she got most of it out, with a subtle connotation of admonishment mixed in. But all-in-all this was a great experience. As the evening wore on with Brooklyn, it became a better and better one. I know that she travels the city by foot a lot, so I offered her a gift of a fanny pack I had with me, planning to give it to whichever of the girls I like who could use it. We talked and talked as we drove around. Contingent upon genuineness, Brooklyn is more into me than any other hooker I've ever met. Unsolicited, she gave me great compliments about my appearance, spirit, and mind, and told me that she would date me, "straight up". She told me a lot about her life, some as responses to my questions, and some on her own volition. I picked up my phone, and there was $4 under it. I asked her if that's hers, and she said no, it's mine, and that she's giving it to me for the sandals and fanny pack. I retorted by insisting that the fanny pack is free, and the sandals are only $1, since she made me shoot. She replied by telling me to keep the extra $3 because I live so far away, so that I will come see her again. I told her that I feel guilty keeping it, but she insisted, so I gratefully accepted it. I asked her if she would knock on the door of one of my girls for me, because the girl told me not to, due to her living with family members. Brooklyn happily obliged. She asked me to drop her off at the local grocery store. I offered to wait for her and take her to her destination (which I think was a drug house, but I can't remember), and she gratefully accepted. Brooklyn is one of the wittiest prostitutes I've ever met. She kept the air filled with laughter with all of her humor. I sure hope she was genuine in her liking of me. I like her too, but there is a veil of mystique surrounding her, and I cannot make a conclusive judgment on her until I penetrate it. After she came back out of the grocery store with her food, I drove a couple of blocks up the street to her destination. She kissed me as we hugged. We had hugged several times during the hour-or-so we were together tonight after the blow job, most or all hugs initiated by her, but enjoyed by both of us. So, our total time together was probably close to an hour and a half. When she went to kiss me, I presented my cheek, due to her profession. Otherwise, I would have made out with her, for sure. On the way back, I asked her if she would like to fuck in my motel some time for 50, with cum in pussy. She happily said yes. Unfortunately, she still doesn't have a phone, like so many of these streetwalkers. So, I hope to see her out there some day when I have a motel.
I love fucking 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!
Renia makes a living by pumping cum out of cocks.
Yari skulks on the back streets, telling her colleagues that she doesn't prostitute, but in reality, she gets into our cars and sucks our cocks for money.
Little Brittany is a masterful cocksucker, ranked among the best in southeast Wisconsin.
Chella's odious practice has been thriving for a decade and a half.
Snow sucks cocks and makes us shoot.
Corinna on 8th and Lincoln is a toothless wore who gives a good blow job and makes men shoot.
Corinna on 15th and Lincoln has heroin needles lodged in her neck from stabbing herself with them. She also sucks a mean cock.
And Old Lady Kris on 26th and Greenfield is the only provider in Milwaukee County who won't give a blow job without a condom.
Body Shopper.
