Silver City is abundant with young, attractive hookers. National is not totally dead.
[QUOTE=Slapshot;7453047]It's been empty for years with an occasional busy night here an there. The quality fell off a cliff years ago, a few weeks back I had brief encounter with a WSW on Lincoln by.
The funeral home. The closer she got to the car, the worse she looked, red hair, bad teeth, a black eye and I swear to God a face that looked like she was working on a set.
Of some horror movie! But you could say that about most of addicts here now, if not all of them.
The only real activity is on Greenfield now and it's crap show at best, I haven't seen anything on National forever, it's been a ghost town for awhile. What did they do to it?[/QUOTE]There are plenty of young, attractive hookers actively working Lincoln, Greenfield, and National avenues: Star, Brooklyn, Serena, Alexandria, and Ivy, to name a few.
National has been pretty dead lately, but not completely dead. I still sometimes see a black hooker or two, or a white homeless bum who looks like she's working, or the couple of recent attractive hookers I found and reported on in the past month: the young, blond attractive one on 26th and National (slight chance she was a cop), and Amanda who Parks in parking lots, on 19th and National. And I dutifully reported on here this past June, I believe it was, that I picked up CiCi off of 23rd or 24th and National and did a date with her. And some dude reported on here this past spring or early summer, finding Jill The Great on National and doing a car date. So, even though the street has by-and-large tapered off, there still are some hookers on it.
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Happy Thanksgiving! 4 motel dates: Chevy's Mom, Jessi, Corinna, Erika. Car date Erika
Every post I've ever made on this forum has been made up. All of my writing is pure fiction. I do have fantasies and an occasional dream, so I like sharing these things with you gents. But none of it ever actually happened in real life.
Hard chronological data:
Chevy's Mom motel date BBBJ BBFS 40.
Jessi motel date BBBJ BBFS CIP 50.
Corinna motel date BBBJ 15.
Erika motel date BBBJ BBFS CIP 60.
Erika car date BBBJ CIM 30.
"Man is an remains an animal. Here a beast of prey, there a housepet, but always an animal. " -Joseph Goebbels.
I love fucking women. As many women as possible. Whether one at a time or multiple at once. Variety is the spice of life, gentlemen, and don't you forget it!
A pig in the street is a cum spittoon.
Life is a video game. Whoever has the most partners wins.
I arrived in town on Tuesday, November 25th, and straightaway rented a motel room. I'd been communicating with several twats via phone, and at one point called up Chevy's mom, Michelle (who I had not been communicating with), and she had me pick her up. We repaired back to the motel. I took a shower. Then she took a shower. Then we got busy. She knelt before me while I sat on a chair, and she fellated my member. After perhaps 6 minutes of that, I had her lie down on the bed, with her head at the head of the bed. I sat in front of her and pummeled her for around 2 minutes. Then, I had her fellate me again, for probably another 3 minutes. Then, I had her lie with her twat on the corner of the foot of the bed, and I stood on the floor in front of her and pounded her pussy for another minute or two, then called it quits. Whereas in the car, Michelle gives great, steady, rigorous head, in the motel she gives lousy, unsteady, impatient head. Oh, well. I enjoyed fucking her, thereby getting another twat on my belt, and she'd been a good sport, and she always has made me shoot in my car, so I gave her the pink backpack 4-pack. This was one of the greatest honors she's ever received in her 52 years! Glowing with pride, she thanked me, and I dropped her off. Semper Fi!
As Michelle entered the house, none other than her hoar daughter Chevy greeted her at the door! Chevy grabbed her phone and came running up to my car, with the stated purpose of giving me her number. She called my phone so I had her number, but said she couldn't do a date right then, but that I should call her later. That I did, but she didn't respond. Then, the following day, she called me in the morning, and I missed the call. She also texted, asking if I am trying to meet up that day. I did not reply, since I had been trying to meet up the previous day, not that day. Chevy's appearance has declined, unfortunately. She's gotten thinner and druggier looking, but retains her long hair, though it was tied back.
Next, I picked up Jessi of our Holy Trinity. Erika had done a number on poor Baby Jess, so Jessi was covered in sweat. Jessi's bum leg has her all laid up, and Erika The Unmerciful had stopped sharing her drugs with Jessi two days prior. I have never seen Jessi looking this fatigued. She was in dying throes when I rescued her from Erika. We straightaway repaired to a drug dealer's house. I kept Jessi's winter coat containing all of her drug paraphernalia as collateral for the 20. Jessi returned about 5 minutes later, and she had me pull over a few blocks away so she could hit herself right in the foot! She did so, then she had me drive to the motel, and along the way, she came back to life. Her sweat dried up, now that she was no longer under Erika's cruel reign, and I threw her in the shower, and she came out clean as a whistle! All of the brown and black dirt that had been caked on her feet and hands had magically vanished! I snapped some photos of Jessi, three of which I've included in this report. Jessi knelt beside the bed, facing away from the bed, and sucked me as I stood facing the bed. This was a great blow job! Jessi at her best! After perhaps 8 minutes of paradise, I announced my climax, and helped Jessi to her feet. She laid on the bed, and I mercilessly hauled her body to the very edge of the mattress and then viciously plowed my hard cock into her twat hole. Jessi was fairly dry. After perhaps a minute of pounding, we cleaned up and got dressed, she got paid the remainder of the agreed-upon price for her services, and I dropped her back off at Erika's coldwater lair. Jessi is often expressing gratitude to me, but this time, she expressed the most gratitude she's ever expressed to me! From the moment she entered my car, all through the time in the motel room, until the moment she exited my car afterward, she was thanking me and telling me how wonderful I treat her, and how much she appreciates it. She said I saved her. She thanked me for coming out there so quickly from the time Erika delivered her message to me to come get her. I'd arrived at the house they stay at exactly 16 minutes after Erika told me to come get her. Semper Fi!
I resumed cruising. I came upon one fat, old Linda (WSW) with humungous tits, seated on the retaining wall at skid row on 22nd street. We spoke from a distance, but I opted to pass.
While communicating with Erika via phone calls and text messages, I cruised. Erika was busy selling drugs for a trap house, and said that once her packet is sold out, which she estimated would be at around 11 that night, she would come do a motel date. I was on the phone with Erika at around 8:00, when Corinna came running up 7th street to me, from the corner of Lincoln, as I was about to pull into the alley going west. Erika heard the convo:
"Hey, how's it going?
"Do I know you?
"Yeah, it's me, Corinna! I still have that backpack you gave me!
"Oh! I've been keeping up on your court activities. ".
At that point, Erika said she had to get going, so we hung up. I explained to Corinna that that was a regular of mine who I fuck at the motel, who I am supposed to meet up with a little later, and that while I have a motel in town, I try to bring bishes there to fuck. Corinna then pitched herself at 15! She meant a car date blow job, but still! As I excitedly mulled that over out loud, Corinna playfully remarked, "That got the gears in your brain working!" I concurred and inquired what the cost would be for a suck and fuck in the motel. She replied, "Just 15 and whatever you feel like giving me on top of that. " I then offered 15 if I only get head, or 30 if we fuck, too. I explained that I will not fuck her with a cock that is 55% or 60% hard, but only a nice, hard cock, and that I'd just shot a few hours earlier, but that before that orgasm, it had been 2 1/2 days since I'd cum. I just wanted to be honest with poor Corinna, and let her know what she's getting into. She happily and readily got in and came out to the motel.
Once there, I heated up a package of six frozen cheese enchiladas. The ones that Erika loves so much, but which Jessi, during our previous motel date, told me and Erika that she couldn't stand. Jessi had eaten one earlier, before we picked up Erika. So, I served Corinna 2 enchiladas, and was planning on eating the other 4 myself. After she wolfed down the enchiladas, she lied down on the bed and napped while I ate. After 3 enchiladas, I couldn't fit any more in my stomach, so I decided to save the last one for Erika. I then woke Corinna up. She then proceeded to kneel in front of me while I sat on the chair and fellate my member with her toothless facehole. After perhaps 6 or 7 minutes of lousy head, I paid her her 15 and we headed back. She gave me $15 worth of service, so we're even. I've done probably 6 or 7 car dates with Corinna over the years, and she made me shoot on all but one or two. So, it was strange that she was sucking lousy there, when she was aware that making me fully hard would result in us fucking and her money being doubled. Whatever. Before we left, she asked if she could take a couple of bites of the remaining enchilada. I told her that if she's hungry enough to eat the whole thing, she is welcome it it. The poor thing thanked me heartily, and 30 seconds later, it was gone. I dropped her off, and hit the stroll again.
I came upon one fat, old Linda (WSW) with humungous tits, seated on the retaining wall at skid row on 22nd street. We spoke from a distance, but I opted to pass.
As I continued on out to Greenfield, Rachel found me! She was standing on the northeast corner of 22nd and Greenfield, as I drove across the intersection northbound! She's looking as pretty as can be! As I was in the intersection gawking at her, she hollered and lunged up to my passenger's window, with an air of familiarity. I didn't recognize her, so she reminded me of her name. I told her that I'm supposed to meet Erika momentarily, but that she can ride around with me for a bit, in case Erika is too late, in which case Rachel and I can do a date. Alas, after probably 20 minutes of us driving around, Erika texted me to come get her, so I dropped Rachel off and went and picked up Erika. As I was dropping her off, she asked if I could give her a dollar, so I gave her one. I asked what for, and she said so she "can buy a cigarette off that guy".
Erika and I repaired to the motel. She was looking better than I'd seen her look since that fateful night in early spring of last year, where she was at her and Jen's motel, where she did a bait-and-switch, and when I arrived there, she refused to fuck or do any date in the motel, but instead wanted to suck my dick in my car. I refused and left, deleting all of my interactions with her facebook page as I drove home, and then posting my most vicious report against her on here that I've ever posted. So, as I say, Tuesday night, Erika was looking really good. I snapped a few photos of her, and included one in this report.
Once we were in the motel and settling in, I axed her when she'd last showered. She said it's been 3 days! LOL I told her to take a shower. She replied that she had already been intent on showering, and was actually looking forward to doing so. Erika wound up taking more than an hour in the shower, a respite which I was delighted to provide for her. And I'm talking about just the time under the flowing water, not any time before or after the showering itself.
Once she was out, I sat on the chair and she knelt in front of me, and I informed her that she will suck me until I'm ready to shoot, and then lie down on the bed, with her twat at its edge, and look me in the eyes while I'm shooting in her pussy. This piece of shit said no. I then informed her that there will be no date if she doesn't. She thought a moment and asked if the plan is that I will take her back if she doesn't do it. I thought for some seconds, looking her in the eyes, trying to discern if she wanted to be driven back without a date. I couldn't tell, but based on the fact that she'd bothered coming out there, and she'd texted her boyfriend, telling him she's "out getting some money" (ROFLMMFAO), I figured she wants to make money. But as I've told you putrid gents repeatedly over the past two years: Erika's psychological needs take priority over her financial ones, and alas! This scumbag happily agreed to be dropped back off! I then mulled for some seconds and rejoined, "Since you're happy about that, I'm thinking I'm not going to do that. Unlike many girls out here, you're not fully subhuman, so you have a greater aversion to incarceration than they have. I know that you don't want to get arrested, so you're not going to make a scene and get the police called on you. I'm going to make you walk. If you can call up a ride while you're out in the cold, good for you, but you're going to get out the fucking door now. " She immediately backed down and said she'll do the date. Fucker! That's right! Get in your place, bish!
We resumed our previous position: I seated, and Erika kneeling in front of me. I inquired, "Are you going to look me in the eyes the entire time I'm shooting?" I can't remember what or how she answered the first time, but whatever it was, I decided to immediately ask a second time, and she nodded and uttered a resigned "yes". As you pigs know, she gets 60 for a motel date or car date when I shoot in her pussy. So, I then informed her that I'm paying 30 for the eye contact, and 30 for the rest of the date. I continued and stated that if she's not looking me in the eyes while I'm shooting, I will only pay her 30. She responded- and even though I could make her look much worse by omitting the fact that she seemed to be making humor, and not being serious, I will say that she was doing just that- and she said "Can't it be at least 40?" Despite detecting her humor, I crossed my t's and dotted my I's and replied in the negative, repeating that it will be 30. And believe me- with a crud who had just wanted to get zero instead of 60, she could easily have opted to keep her eyes closed during my climax and take 40 instead of 60.
Then I remembered that in all of that hubbub, I'd forgotten to perform one odious rite that I'd been really looking forward to, since I'd dreamt up the plan of making her shower: sucking her tits! Yum! I got down on my knees in front of her while she was on her knees, and I pulled down the towel. She is required to have her tits out, anyway, on all suck-and-fuck motel dates. I proceeded to suck each tit for probably around fifteen seconds while fondling the other. Then, I resumed my throne.
Erika proceeded to give me the greatest blow job imaginable! She's probably given me a couple of dozen like this, over the past 2 1/2 years, since she really honed the techniques that I love. And I've met some women who were equally as great. They comprise a tiny percentage of the women who've sucked my cock. A few who I met only once, and a couple who I know or knew, and who went through a short period of time in which they were giving the best head. But Erika is the only consistent one like this. Some of Jill's blow jobs, and the two blow jobs I've gotten from LaDonna, were just as great as this, but I have never had better. Read that again: I've never had a better blow job than Erika gave me Tuesday night! I was in absolute paradise for an estimated 8 minutes, and then I announced my impending climax, and she got up and lied down on the bed as quickly as she could. Twat being about half-a-foot in, I yanked the bish up to the bed's edge, and she was already intently looking at my eyes as I shoved my hard cock into her tight, pink pussy and started pounding! I think about Erika every night while I'm going to sleep, and every morning when I'm waking up. As I lie in bed, I alternate between masturbating over her, and clenching my fists and jaw with hatred for her, wanting to come down and take care of business. So, this conquest of her was glorious, indeed! It was already going to be glorious, because as I reported on here in February, after we returned from the hospital where she'd been laid up for two days after giving birth, I informed her that if she hadn't given birth, I had been going to make her look me in the eyes while I'm shooting in her pussy, and that thereby she and I would celebrate my victory over her- that is, she doesn't want me to shoot in her pussy, but she lets me do it anyway, because she doesn't dare to say "no"! Again, she had talked herself down to 40 once, instead of trying to talk herself up to 60, to prevent me from shooting in her pussy. And a year and a half after that, on a car date, when she had said she won't fuck for less than 60 that day, she still said that I would not get to shoot in her twat hole. Then, a few months later, I confronted her about giving my friend permission to shoot in her pussy, and she immediately gave up her ghost! Fucking bish! She's lucky she did, because had she so much as hesitated, I would have spent the rest of my life trying to ruin hers! So, when I say she doesn't want me to shoot in her pussy, that's what I mean. She obviously doesn't want me to. I don't know whether she's afraid of what secrets of hers I'll post on here, or of losing me as a client, or losing all of the other clients I will send her way in the future, or simply losing the prestige she gets on the streets and in the trap houses from me praising her on here- but whatever it is she's afraid of, I'm glad she's afraid, because I love shooting in her pussy, and I refuse to take "no" for an answer!
While I was shooting in Erika's pussy, her eyes were so human, so full of life, so conscious, so absorbent- my thrill was heightened! I was expecting her usual blah, uninterested look, but she was wildly brimming with electricity in those eyes. See, sharing that experience with an intelligent, sentient being is so much more fulfilling than sharing it with a subhuman. Were I to conquer a subhuman who didn't want to be shot in, she wouldn't comprehend her defeat half as much as Erika comprehends hers. Getting to share this moment with someone so spiritually high was an incredible experience! We both had happy facial expressions throughout my orgasm. After perhaps 5 seconds of shooting while pounding, I said, "Here we are. " Erika merrily acknowledged that through her facial expression. A few seconds later, while still pounding and finishing up my orgasm, I smiled at her and remarked, "It's been a long, hard road," referencing her date with my friend and the subsequent confrontation that led us to this point, and all of the conflict that's colored our relationship since then. She smiled and said, "Yeah" gaily, with perhaps even a hint of a chuckle. See? You have to put a woman in her place and dominate her, and then she acts nice. Unless you coerce her into doing whatever you want by threat of not driving her back to her stomping grounds, she will never respect you.
In George Orwell's dystopian novel "1984", he said that the system will no longer kill its dissidents, but rather breaks their will until the dissidents are no longer dissident, but instead become the system's most fanatical adherents. Orwell hit the nail on the head in his analysis of the nature of human interaction. Committing physical violence will not break a person's will. They will operate according to your will, but will retain their will fully. Since long before reading that novel, I have operated according to that intrinsically-known belief. I have never committed violence against a hoar, nor threatened to, other than the one time Erika gave my car's dashboard a quick series of hard kicks with her shoes on last late winter, and I told her that if she does that again, I'll hurt her. Likewise, I broke Erika on our second date, way back in summer of 2017. She doesn't remember it, but I do. I'm not ready yet to tell what I did on that date. Then, I broke her further when I confronted her one year and eleven months ago, and she didn't dare to say "no". To her credit, in summer of last year, when I came crying to her the day after the cops rattled my cage, and I was so beaten down by my legal situation that I offered Erika to stop coming in her pussy, she declined! She said I can keep coming inside her! Hallelujah! The angels sing! To be honest, I think that in the very beginning of me shooting in her, she just resigned herself to her fate and looked on the bright side and banked on knocking 60 instead of 50 out of me for every motel date and a scant percentage of car dates from then on. I am not under the illusion that benevolence or friendship was her reason for allowing me to continue shooting in her when she had the opportunity to (temporarily) forego the odious experience.
So, in addition to the pleasure of domination and conquest that I was planning on experiencing by us looking in each others' eyes during my ejaculation, her fierce resistance to the onslaught as we discussed it greatly augmented my said pleasure! This was truly an incredible experience! Right before removing my cock from her pussy- with her eyes still trained on mine- I smiled and gloated, "I win. " Oh, she got pissed! She looked fucking furious as she stormed off into the bathroom! Haha!
She then sat on the toilet for literally ten minutes, draining my sperm from her pussy. Which brings me to my next point. One night, a few nights before I came into town, as I was lying in bed and mulling over my situation with her, it dawned upon me that Erika's past refusal to let me shoot in her pussy while letting certain other men shoot in it was an expression of her subconscious instinct. The deepest, most base, animal pert of our brain instructs us on the degree of genetic fitness each potential breeding partner we meet possesses. Erika assesses me to be low stock, and therefore her historic refusal. I don't know if she consciously is aware of this or not, but either way, that instinct is the cause of her professional decisions. This realization infuriated me! Every time I think about it or tell anyone about it, I start breathing hard, and my heart starts beating fast. I get so mad! I'm getting angry just writing this. But every time I shoot in her pussy, it's like extinguishing the violent flame of anger.
One great thing about Erika- and this should be normal, but since it's not, she stands head and shoulders above the vast majority of her colleagues- is that she is completely fine with being called a hoar! While 95% of these girls react negatively to the term, and the majority don't allow its use at all- and most girls even take issue with being called prostitutes or hookers- Erika refers to herself as both a hoar and a crackhead. So, she goes even farther than I do, since I do not consider her to be a crackhead, because I consider low intelligence and low verbal ability to be tied up with crackheadedness. Consumption of crack alone does not qualify a person to be a crackhead in my book. You can call Erika a cocksucking hoar while she's sucking your cock, or say "take that, hoar!" while you're fucking her brains out, and she's perfectly content! She understands that it's not an insult. It's reality. She also happily identifies as a cocksucker. You can call her a cocksucker in calm conversations about any subject, or during sexual interactions. She's 100% fine with such terms.
Fucking Erika is a thrill. Getting a blow job from her is a thrill. She is magic. She has one of the most sexually enticing vibes I've ever come across. And from February 1st of this year on forward, I think she's only failed at making me shoot once, of probably 25 dates we've done (remember that we didn't see each other for a 4-month period). And now, as you can see in the photograph below, her trademark sunken eyes and wrinkles have vanished! She is looking healthy and good! Borderline presentable to society as one's girlfriend, and I am picky about that! I don't know how she's done it, because she is still sniffing lots of heroin and smoking lots of crack every day, but somehow she's looking good! Not that she wasn't born beautiful, but the drug damage had marred what otherwise would have been a beautiful woman. Heck, even her breasts have improved and look and feel really nice now!
Her happy appearance during my climax could mean one of two things:
A) Despite her protestations against my planned victory ceremony, once Erika had resigned herself to enduring it, she decided to embrace the experience in the spirit of what she has described to me as an enjoyment of the nightly adventure of hooking on the street.
Or.
B) She was actually miserable as hell, but feigned bliss in order to not give me the satisfaction of victory over her.
Perhaps we'll never know what her real feelings were, or why she looked so happy. But I never would have thought that looking in someone's eyes while shooting in her would so greatly increase the quality of my experience! Regardless of what she was feeling (and I don't know what she was feeling), the super-high-consciousness and intelligence and awareness and the look that I can tell she's fully experiencing every millisecond- all of these things that I perceived and felt about her- made it so much more enjoyable than looking in the eyes of any other provider I can think of while I'm shooting in her. I think that I will make eye contact during orgasm a staple of my dates with Erika. I will make her look me in the eyes some of the time when she's sucking my dick, too. Or, maybe I won't. I always thought it's pathetic when men tell a girl to look him in the eyes during sex or oral sex, because if she wanted to, she would. But my reason for having Erika look me in the eyes this time was completely different. It was my victory March over her carcass beneath my hooves. But now that I've experienced that, my brain is mulling over the possibilities.
We dressed and repaired to the trap house that has no warm water, where she got out, got her drugs, came back, and then I drove her to her place of residence that also has no warm water. I have a feeling she's looking forward hungrily to my next journey into town. Haha. Warm water is good!
I woke up and checked out at 11 Wednesday morning, the 26th. Did some shopping, then hit the stroll at around noon. Cruised until around 2:00, looking for new meat. Met one Candy at Bow, between Comstock and Union. White, middle aged, saggy, skinny, brunette. Did the feel check through my driver's window in the middle of the street. Touched her twat and then her breast from outside of her clothes. Offered 20. She wanted 30. I told her 20 if I don't shoot, 30 if I do. She was agreeable in word, but not in countenance, so I passed.
Pulled up to Linda again, right on Greenfield Avenue, between 21st and 22nd street. South sidewalk. Chatted briefly, then passed.
Having not found any worthwhile new meat in around two hours of cruising, I called Erika and she didn't answer, so I texted her, and she replied immediately! I was at her place 10 minutes later, and she came out ten minutes after my arrival. She wasn't looking quite as good as the previous day, but still looked pretty good. We repaired to a spot of mine and hung out for around an hour. At around 3:30, she went down on me as I laid in my driver's seat, tilted all the way back. This is a great woman. She is a heavenly seraph. She had on her distinguishing trademark pair of wide-rimmed sunglasses while she sucked. I groaned, "You are a great hoar," to which she gave a thumps up with her right hand while continuing sucking and stroking with the left. After only around two minutes, I instructed her to manually work my balls while she sucked. I was in heaven throughout the entire blow job. I climaxed, and she pumped and pumped all of my bad parts out of me, and when it was all over, I felt like a new man! Relaxed and happy, with no aggression in me. I clocked her at 7 minutes. She was happy to learn that it had been that fast. I explained that starting in on my balls early on reduces the duration of the blow job. I honestly think that if Erika included the manual testicular caressing from the moment her mouth touches my cock in the beginning of the blow job, she would average 6 minutes with me. Erika paid me back $5 of the $8 she owed me, and I took her to the trap, then back "home". Upon our arrival, Crackmonster emerged from inside the house! As I predicted in my report a couple of weeks ago: This moron will let Kerry back in even after she tried to break his windows out! All of these scumbags commit evil against each other, but serpents recognize each other and don't get upset because a serpent knows itself and what behavior comes naturally for it; likewise, it relates with and therefore has empathy for other serpents, so it doesn't disassociate with serpents who bite him or her, because he or she does the same thing to everyone else.
Debts:
Hazel $10.
Krissie $10.
Chella $4. 50.
Erika $3.
I'm very proud of myself for getting these women to reduce these debts how they have! And you can see that several have paid me all back, and are thus not on this list anymore.
A person who lacks the agency to maintain a long-term phone number deserves to have sperm squirted all over her face.
If you withdraw consent, you don't get paid.
"The world is full of gods and beasts. Some to serve and some to feast. " -Tony Wakeford.
A woman whose man leaves her at home alone should fuck all his friends while he's out.
Military wives should all fuck as many men as they can while hubby is out being a hero.
Milkmen are the great men. Guys who fight and die are losers.
Brooklyn is a standup comic.
Tina is a former dental assistant.
Jill is a former CNA (certified nursing assistant).
Jessi takes you in her throat to give you maximum pleasure, and to express her gratitude.
Rachel relies on the emotional support of her Johns.
Dee Dee sucks dicks and makes them squirt.
If Red and I produce a child, hang me for miscegenation, but let the child live.
Hazel cites studies that show that having many sexual partners increases a woman's health.
Chella gnaws at your cock and balls until you shoot.
Toothless Tabatha takes your entire cock into her mouth and throat, eventually spilling your seed deep down her gullet.
Erika has honed her suction to the point where a man's entire body shakes.
The soundtrack of Kassy's life consists of men's groans, gasps, and heaves.
Chevy can make any cock shoot.
I charge Hazel and Erika with the arduous task of teaching the illiterate contingent of their colleagues reading, writing, and arithmetic.
And Tracy gums your cock until it shoots down her throat.
Body Shopper.
Trying to make the "leap" to Street Walkers
I've been going to strip clubs for over a decade and have had a lot of success post Covid seeing strippers OTC.
This year alone I have done private dances or had intimate encounters with a double digit number of strippers. Even including some of the more popular ones at still somewhat reasonable rates. Some of even gotten to the level of chilling & hanging out without necessarily paying.
Still it all is too expensive & many strippers still just want to do dances when connecting OTC. I'm now really looking for the cheapest option as long as it is not horrendous or overtly dangerous.
Are there women really easily agreeing to $30 to $50? Does it take hard negotation? Is time super short, so you have to end up paying double or triple?
Advice for dealing with streetwalkers.
[QUOTE=Rainman5000;7455171]I've been going to strip clubs for over a decade and have had a lot of success post Covid seeing strippers OTC.
This year alone I have done private dances or had intimate encounters with a double digit number of strippers. Even including some of the more popular ones at still somewhat reasonable rates. Some of even gotten to the level of chilling & hanging out without necessarily paying.
Still it all is too expensive & many strippers still just want to do dances when connecting OTC. I'm now really looking for the cheapest option as long as it is not horrendous or overtly dangerous.
Are there women really easily agreeing to $30 to $50? Does it take hard negotation? Is time super short, so you have to end up paying double or triple?[/QUOTE]The two most important parts of street mongering (the only type of mongering I have any experience in) are: intuition and will power. Coochie Eater and I are opposites on pulling up to girls: He believes in not talking through the window at all, and I believe in talking a lot through the window. Every single hooker is a dangerous criminal. Most of them don't even know what month it is. When they give birth, they rip the tubes out of their nose and arms the moment the baby pops out, and walk out the hospital door against the doctor's orders, never to see their baby again. Half of them have active warrants for their arrest. All of them miscegenate. They hit each other over the head with bricks, full cans of soda, and baseball bats. If you ever leave your car keys where a hooker can access them, or leave the car running while you go to the trunk to grab your money, the hooker will steal your car. If you're trying to avoid danger, you're barking up the wrong tree. Stay in your strip clubs. But if you want to brave the danger, come on out, friend.
I talk to them through the window to gauge their threat level and how servile they are. One question I ask is, "Are you nice?" Half of the women can't even force out a "yes", they're such mean creatures, and some of the ones who do say "yes" have a face that tells a different story. Make them come to your window and ask if you can touch them, but don't say anything incriminating. You can just look at their crotch and extend your hand, and if they don't get the clue, ask, "May I?" If she doesn't say "yes", just drive away! One of the most important skills that will keep you from getting harmed on the streets is the ability to drive away. Most men get caught up by not having the courage to be antisocial and drive away while the hooker is talking, or require everything that you know you should require before agreeing to a date. Once the hooker has let your touch her pussy- whether outside the pants or inside the pants- you negotiate the deal before letting her in. These criminals will refuse to exit your vehicle unless you pay them $5 or $10, unless you get thuggish yourself, in which case, a lot of them will call the cops on you.
You must have a solid will power. Once a deal is made, never let her add stipulations. Always get her to agree to get paid after the date. 80% of hookers will make new rules after the money is in their hand. If you have parked within 6 blocks of where you picked them up, 25% will just cash-and-dash you; that is, they open up the door and hop out, stealing the money you gave them. The only way it is ever acceptable to pay before the action is if you drive them at least two miles away, and preferably to a nice neighborhood where they don't know anyone. And they'll still add stipulations. So, your best bet is to never pay until after the date! You have to have the will power to withstand the majority of them refusing to do a date with you! That is fine! The ability to let them go without a date is crucial to success out here. And the will power to require the feel check and negotiation through the driver's window, only letting them in after they've agreed to all of your terms. I still am learning to apply this rule, but it is an original of mine, and I know it's right.
A) Blame b) I treat these women with respect.
[QUOTE=TrollMongo;7455349]can you blame them?[/QUOTE]Yes, I can blame them. The implication of condom use is that the woman is mindful to avoid pregnancy and disease. Half of these streetwalkers don't mention a condom for oral, and almost half don't even mention it for intercourse. The ones who mention a condom invariably dispense with it for a measly extra $10! This proves that they are not worried in the least about disease, but instead are pretending to be, in order to hit you with an upcharge. Adding insult to injury, every single one of them spends a great deal of time tinkering loudly with the condom wrapper, pretending to open it, and in most cases does not even open it. This is bravado, again designed to issue you a bareback forfeiture. If women are using condoms to prevent disease or pregnancy, they will not spend 60 seconds opening it, when they are professionals who can get it open in two seconds' time, compared to non-professionals' perhaps five seconds. Pretending to open a condom in hopes of wringing an extra $10 out of a guy is a shitty, dishonest business practice.
I have met only two providers who turned down the date over the condom issue: Old lady Kris on 26th and Greenfield, and some young, 4-eyed, chubby beige crud on Greenfield around 8 years ago. And the first time I spoke with Kris, which was back in 2020, I was pitching 20 for a b. J. , and she said that for 30, she'd do it bare. I declined, because I only wanted to pay her 20 back then. Now, she refuses 30 even, and doesn't counter-offer anything. She'll stand out there in 10-degree weather for an hour, rather than suck my filthy cock bare. That, Troll Mongo, is a woman who I can't blame. And I also can't blame that beige crud from years ago. But all the rest absolutely deserve our blame for being dishonest about condoms.
I'm not sure if Living Dream was referencing my mindset regarding Erika or not when he mentioned that some mongers "get into this to get off on the power and control of taking advantage of some women who are desperate for a fix or money", but in case he was, I will clarify and deny. All of my hoars, including Erika, will tell you that I treat them with respect and that I am really nice to them, and give them a generally very positive, safe experience. Imagine now, for a moment, that your local grocer only sells a certain precious deli meat to his favored customers. If you have dignity, you would want to use coercion or force to get him to sell you the meat that he sells to certain other customers. The hold-up would feel exhilarating, and the conquest would be a bragging point and a great accomplishment in your life. And you would continue shopping there for years to come, as an otherwise peaceful, tidy, professional customer, never stealing anything or doing anything else that is bad. "No" is the "En" word in the prostitution scene. To mongers, "no" is a dirty and hateful word that has no place in our society in 2025. As long as a hoar doesn't spit hate speech at me, she's safe. If she does, I will conquer her, simple as that, and I will absolutely enjoy the process. It has nothing to do with their drug addiction or their gender, anymore than would purchasing a deli meat that a male grocer didn't want to sell me. Matter of fact, I feel sorry for these women in their drug addiction. That's why I want to get Jessi to the hospital. And I now have observed first-hand the catastrophic results that drug addiction has on babies. I would sacrifice all of my mongering in a heartbeat if it would mean that no more babies in the world would be born addicted to drugs.
Another crucial point to understanding my mindset and thereby accurately gauging the level of respect I show these women is that I get off an a mutual relationship of callous use: We use them for their holes, and they use us for our money. We don't care about each other. This is fantastic! This is erotic! I want them to call me a trick, just like I want to call them a hoar. I refer to us as pigs, just like I refer to them as pigs. A two-way street constitutes respect, even if it is in the form of mutual degradation. If my stories were true, then dozens of active streetwalkers would vouch for me as a respectful John, if you would ask them. But since I'm making up everything I write on here, there unfortunately isn't anyone to vouch for me.
I'm pretty sure I had Abby just a few days before you made this report!
[QUOTE=Kampyone;3211267]Spent an hour circling the south loop from 8-9. One prospect on L, a couple on Nt, and a couple or more on G. Saw at least 5 LEO on G which scared me off. I took a drive to L and then back up to G for one last look. It paid off. I saw a thin girl wearing a hoodie carrying a white plastic shopping bag around G /22. I thought I got a look but wasn't sure. I drove a couple blocks downt he side street and came up from behind and she walked over and got in. Nice, sort of young, low 20's, but couldn't tell in the dark. Definitely not old. Her name is Abby. I deteced cig smell, but not overwhelming. Seemed nice, no drama, kind of quiet. LEO check found some nice smooth soft Bs. Agrreed on. 2 and she directed me to an area that I knew would be ok. Far enough off G to be away from managers. She had a cold and blew her nose a couple of times. Tossed the kleenex out the window. Not cool. She asked if a cover was ok. Sure is, and she provided. Got down to bizness. Allowed roaming, FIV. Was clean as in left no stank at all on the fingers. Nice. After I finished she provided kleenex. When I dropped her off she checked the seat for anything she might have dropped, gave me a litel peck on the cheek..[/QUOTE]I'm pretty sure that was my New Year's Eve date that year! Name and appearance, as well as attitude, is identical. Does anyone else remember this Abby? And what's the latest you've heard on her?
BTW, in my latest report, I accidentally said that Erika texted me while I was with Rachel, but it was actually a phone call. Erika called me and I put her on speaker, and Rachel heard the brief conversation in which Erika told me to come and get her.
Seeing Michelle and Chevy together outside that house was a trip! Hopefully I see them together naked soon. I pitched a threesome to Michelle, and she seemed up for it. Unsolicited, Chevy made it clear years ago, though, when she first told me about her mom, that she will not do a threesome with mom.
And for good measure, I will point out that I had Jessi suck Michelle's pussy juice and spit off my cock. Then, I had Corinna suck Michelle and Jessi's pussy juice and spit off my cock. Then, I had Erika suck Michelle's, Jessi's, and Corinna's spit, and Michelle's and Jessi's pussy juice, off my cock. Then, the following day, I had Erika suck her own pussy juice and spit, mixed with Jessi's pussy juice and spit, as well as Michelle's pussy juice and spit, and Corinna's spit, off my cock.
Where are you, Mexxxi Brewer?
Mexxxi Brewer, where are you? It's been 2 1/2 weeks since your last post. I always look forward to your almost daily posts, chock full of good information that only a monger could know. Plus, it was nice having someone posting even more often than I do! LOL Are you still mongering? If so, why so mum?
Best regards,
Body Shopper.
He was fine as of last week.
[QUOTE=DieselMike;7462868]Maybe the ICE-man got him. Hope he's in a warm place one way or another.[/QUOTE]During the middle of his hiatus, I communicated with him via private message, for the first time. I reached out, requesting information about a certain streetwalker, and he provided it a few days later! Much respect and appreciation to him for that. So, I think it's assumable that he's still fine, since he was fine last week. But my post stands, wondering why he stopped posting cold turkey.
Jessi, Erika, Marcy. My first time licking a prostitute's pussy. Jessi got the honor!
All of my writing on this forum is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Jessi motel date DATY BBBJ BBFS CIP 50.
Erika motel date BBBJ BBFS CIP 60.
Marcy car date BBBJ TC 30.
I arrived in town yesterday (Friday) morning, and drove straight to Jessi, Erika, and Kerry's, and picked up Jessi at 11:05. I had a motel (verbally) reserved (a hoarmonger like me has a great relationship with these places, so they hold rooms for me with no deposit). I drove Jessi to a drug dealer's house and fronted her 20 for some collateral. She came back out 5 or 10 minutes later with her drugs. We arrived at the motel at a quarter to noon. She showered. Beats the hell out of taking a bath in 4 pots of hot water Crackmonster Kerry heated up for her on the stove a couple of days earlier. Ha! Next, I showered. Then, we got to business.
Jessi and Erika are not happy with each other, so Erika would have loved nothing more than to tell me last time I was in town that Jessi is lying, and she actually has fucked since the previous time I'd fucked her, which was in early November. But Erika did not say that. Instead, she backed up Jessi's claim that while Jess had sucked one or more dicks, she hadn't fucked. So, this time, when Jessi told me that not only had she not fucked in the week and a half since our previous rendezvous, but she hadn't even sucked a dick, I believed her. So, when I'm with an attractive woman, I always want to lick her pussy, but I never had done so with a street prostitute, because I don't want to get your sperm in my mouth. Now that I was with a chick who hadn't been fucked since the previous time I'd fucked her, I took advantage of that and licked her.
Perceiving that she had no interest in getting licked by me, I told her that I will just taste her and be done with it, unless she's getting into it, in which case, I will continue. I laid Jessi down on the bed, and I knelt beside the bed and attacked her pussy with my tongue. I gently licked up, down, back and forth for a few seconds, then sucked her clit for perhaps 10 seconds, then licked for a few more seconds. I had planned on tasting her for 30 seconds, but it might have been as short as 20 seconds when I stopped. She tasted bland, just like the average pussy. She didn't smell bad, though her aroma did not engender lust in me, either. A pretty normal but strong smell that I would characterize as 97% good.
Next, we repaired to her preferred position of fellatio: her kneeling before me while I stand in front of her. After the pain she endured during my one minute of pounding on our previous date, she had requested we fuck earlier in the date next time, to get her loosened up and prepared for a pounding, since she is not fucking anyone other than me these days. So, approximately 5 minutes into the fellatio, Jessi stood up and lied down on the bed while I stood in front of her and began slowly and shallowly penetrating her vulva. I gradually increased depth and speed, and she was enjoying it! I fucked her for probably four minutes there, hoping I would shoot, as I was pounding her hard by the end; but alas, it didn't happen, and we repaired to our previous position. On our way back to the previous position, I remarked that it appeared she was into the fucking! She replied in the affirmative! I had asked her, after the cunnilingus, if she'd liked it at all, and she was honest and expressed no liking for it. So, that combined with her appearing to enjoy the intercourse makes me believe her that she enjoyed it. I am a man! Jessi enjoyed my cock! Yes! So, she sucked me for probably another 4 minutes, then I commanded her up, and she stood up, lied down with her twat on the edge of the bed, and I pounded my load into her tight, hairy hole viciously. I showed her no mercy, and none was sought. Jessi enjoyed this minute of pounding very much! This expulsion was a great relief for me. And a pleasurable experience for Baby Jess, too. It felt so great to shoot in her pussy! All of my pain and stress was relieved in those 15 seconds of paradise. We dressed and drove back. Along the way, I compensated her the remainder of the money, then dropped her back off.
So, with Jessi not having been fucked by anyone but me for the last month, and I having shot two loads in her pussy during this time, if she winds up pregnant, at least we'll know who the father is. Every hoar baby is a trick baby. Semper Fi!
I got some food and went back to the motel and ate it. Then, I drove to pick up Erika. Along the way, I cruised, looking for another woman to join Erika and me, and just to meet any new girl who I might want to, at a future date, do a one-on-one date with. I cruised Greenfield up once, and National down and back up once. I pulled up to a different Serena on the same exact intersection that Mixed Princess on STG Serena was on a few weeks ago when I picked her up. She was on the southwest corner, though, whereas the other Serena the other week was on the northwest. This is a visibly hispanic one, and has a less-than-ideal attitude. I passed. I picked up Erika at 7:30 in the evening, and resumed cruising for a second woman. We drove up and down Greenfield a couple of times, then up, down, and back up Lincoln. I looked right in Aaaone's eyes, who was standing on the southwest corner of 7th and Lincoln. I was considering picking her up, but decided not to. Perhaps another time, I will pick up Aaaone and do a threesome with her and Erika.
Two minutes and three blocks later, we ran into Toothless Tabatha in the Speedway parking lot! Remember how she lied and told me last winter that she doesn't use heroin anymore, and gave me a really hard time about it? She went so far as lying and saying that the girls, too, have a website where they discuss us! Ha! Horseshit! Then, weeks later, she went on FACE Productions and told the world that she uses heroin. Well, I saw her at 9th Place and Lincoln a week or two after the interview was published, but I chickened out of confronting her and kept on driving. This time, I didn't chicken out. I pulled into the parking lot with Erika in my passenger's seat, rolled down the two passenger's side windows and hooted, "Toothless Tabatha, how the heck are ya? Once I had her attention, I said, "You gave me a really hard time last winter for assuming you do heroin, and you denied that you use it, but weeks later, you went on YouTube and proclaimed to the world that you use heroin!" Tab replied by lying and saying, "I haven't used heroin in years. " I repeated, "You said on video earlier this year that you use heroin. We'll do a date next time; right now I have a provider with me. " I pointed at Erika during that last statement. Tab nodded in agreement to a future date. As we pulled off, Erika- who had been briefed, BTW, this past spring about this situation, so she should have known better- craned her head and shouted out the window, "Congratulations on quitting heroin!" As we drove up Lincoln avenue, I reminded Erika that Tab had admitted on video that she still does heroin. Erika stupidly retorted that Tab was getting paid $20 to do the interview, so she said what she thought the guy wanted to hear. Bullshit! The interviewer would love nothing more than to tun into a streetwalker who doesn't do drugs. He doesn't prepare any of his interview subjects. Erika is bad. You can watch Toothless Tabatha proclaim her heroin use in this video: [URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7Pi1QpJsnA[/URL].
Erika and I got some food (my treat) and repaired back to the motel room and ate. Then, she took a shower. Next, we got her position proper for later in the date, when she's getting fucked. I had her bend over, and I really didn't have to alter her position much. She had resigned herself to her fate of putting out properly. I don't have to do this bullshit with any other provider. But with Erika, she will do a bad job bending over if I don't get her set up first. And boy, did she resent this setup. But I had gotten her to agree to the entirety of our activities, including setup, as we sat in the car outside her drug dealer's place, before I handed her the 20. Now, what choice did she have? It was 10 degrees outside. I sucked her tits for perhaps 30 seconds, back-and-forth, manually molesting whichever one wasn't in my mouth, and tonguing her nipples while I sucked, as always (that's my technique I do on all of the freshly-showered women whose breasts I find appealing). Then, I sat on the chair while she knelt before me and sucked my cock. It was great head, except that I felt teeth at one point! I think she was falling out, as her general technique showed signs of such for some seconds. I admonished her about the teeth, and she resumed great work. I had, prior to handing over the 20 earlier, prepared her for bending over while I fuck her, then sucking me until my orgasm is about to start, then lying on her back with her twat at the edge of the bed, and me standing on the floor, pounding my load into her. But instead of all of that happening, I had the time of my life! After perhaps 6 minutes of oral, I commanded her to bend over. She did so right in front of me, over the bed, and I stood up and gave my hard cock to her. I pounded this bish with all of my might! It felt so great! Erika is such a hot, sexy, delightful hoar. She was bent over in prone position, and I was panting and grunting as I pounded. After probably a minute or minute and a half of the greatest coitus ecstasy that it is possible for a man to experience, my load started shooting out inside Erika's pussy! Of course, this is what I had hoped for, but I didn't think it would actually happen! I pounded my load into her pussy for probably 15 seconds, then stopped, after a minute and a half to 2 minutes of fucking.
The three greatest times I've had with Erika- in chronological sequence- were the time I shot the first full load into her pussy, around February 7th, 2024. What was supposed to be my first load, earlier that day, during which she bounced on my cock while her hands gripped the edge of the mattress as I sat on the chair, Erika fraudulently thigh-and-lip-fucked out of me! I caught her partway through my orgasm, though, and she apologized, and we fit my dick in her pussy, and she wrung the rest of my load out. So, that night, I brought her back to the motel, and had her suck me til I was ready to shoot, then flop herself back onto the bed, and I can't remember if I stood in front of her with her twat on the bed's edge, or if I hopped on the bed and sat in front of her and pounded it into her, but either way, that was so incredibly great! Okay, the time in summer or early fall of last year, in which I came from fucking her while she lied on her back, was a great time, too, as some of her car date blow jobs have been, as well. But still, there are three dates that were the best, and I don't know if any of these three were better than the other one or two. The date I just described, which, BTW, you can read in my original report: as she trotted toward the bathroom to drain her filthy pig twat, I remarked, "I'm glad I introduced you to my friend!" To which she playfully rejoined, "Fuck you. " The second of these three most joyous dates with Erika was the motel date last time I was in town, in which I coerced her into looking me in the eyes while I shot. She looked me in the eyes starting before I got my dick into her pussy, and continuously through my orgasm and the probably 15 more seconds of pounding I did after the orgasm. And now, this one, last night. Erika bent over in the most lascivious position. That perfect white skin and pink genitals. Nice, natural, long yellow hair. And a sexual magnetism that only goddesses possess. These three dates have been the greatest, most joyous I've ever had with her. The one in which my first full load went into her pussy, and now these last two motel dates.
I only came from fucking twice so far, in 2025. The first time was with Red around half-a-year ago, but there, my dick started shooting the moment it entered Red's black pussy, so it was much the same experience as when I wait until I start coming to fuck bishes. This time with Erika was the first time in 2025 that I actually fucked for a while and came at the end of it. I've fucked some women without coming during the fucking, but this is the only one so far this year in which I climaxed as a result of coitus. Erika is sexy as fuck, and a great provider. She told me that she's been doing pussy-tightening exercises since she was 16 or 17! Let me tell you gents, it has paid off! She wields that pussy with power! All of us men love her. We are huge fans of hers. I love shooting in pussies. All of you women are a thrill. But some are more thrilling than others.
Erika told me that she's been doing exercises to increase and maintain vaginal tightness since she was 16 or 17 years old. That's hot! She's 41 now.
I took Erika to the trap house again. This time, she made me wait 24 minutes! I was 6 minutes from driving away with her phone and purse in my car! I drove her home and dropped her off. Then, I went back to my motel room and slept.
Jessi and I are currently being terrorized by Erika. I'm not going to say what she's doing to us- and most of the terror is specifically affecting one of us or the other- but a small percentage of the terror affects both of us. Jessi and I are right back to how we were a year ago, where every date is a meeting to commiserate and strategize, and along the way, we make sexual contact. Dealing with Erika is adversely affecting my physical, mental, and spiritual health. And poor Baby Jess has to literally live under Erika The Unmerciful. Conversely, the sexual acts Erika and I commit together greatly, immensely, and immeasurably increase my spiritual health! So, I am delighted to be dealing with Erika. But that doesn't change the fact that she is also terrorizing me.
Jessi, Erika, Kerry, and two men all live in one house. It has no warm water. They all keep track of each other's movements, and call and text like hawks, trying to make sure each other brings drugs to share with the company. They are like raptors! Whoever has been out, the rest of them swoop in on them upon their entrance back into the house, and promptly divest him or her of the cigarettes, crack, and anything else he or she has. And of course, just like the stupid trap houses, this house locks from the inside with a key, and the only way anyone gets out is by asking the homeowner to let them out. Then, he comes with a key and unlocks the door. LOL What a sad life they all live.
When I was in my twenties, and especially my teens, I could have easily passed for Brooklyn's brother. We look so much alike, how I looked back then. Barrack Hussein Obama said that if he had a son, he would look like Trayvon. Well, if I had a daughter, she would look like Brooklyn.
I woke up today (Saturday) and checked out of the motel. Hit the stroll at around 11:00. The same Serena as last night- not Mixed Princess- was out on 22nd and Greenfield, as was Krissie The (filthy) Cocksucker. After a few minutes of buzzing around there, as I looped back up through the alley from 21st street, some dude was standing behind his vehicle with the back hatch open, letting Krissie paw through his belongings and try on a jacket. A charitable John? Or a charitable non-John? I pulled up, and a hispanic lady who I see sometimes out there smiled at me as she was about to get her goods from him. I pulled up right next to them. He was a white man who appeared to be in his early 50's. He apologetically told me that Krissie will be done soon. Once she was done with him, I jovially asked Krissie, "Are either of these girls worth trying out?" My car was 5 feet from that guy as I said that. She said yes, they both are, and asked for a ride to the trap Erika uses. I obliged. On the way, it turns out that Krissie doesn't know a damn thing about either of those girls, and was assumably just trying to not piss them off when she replied to me in support of them. I inquired as to who that guy was, and Krissie said that that's a church guy who comes around and gives the girls things! Ha! I then remarked that I bet no John has ever made such a remark through the window in front of him, and Krissie confirmed that none have, and expressed surprise that he didn't say anything back to me, since she said he hates us Johns. I win!
I dropped Krissie off and drove back to Greenfield, and no sooner had I resumed my stroll than I came upon Marcy [URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7j2QAAShIE[/URL] on the southeast corner of 21st and Greenfield! I'd had her once before, in early 2024, reported on here by her real name. Scooped her up at around noon today and went to one of my spots. She gave a good BBBJ. Fine technique, but too slow, so I had to calibrate her speed manually several times. As we neared completion, she looked like she wasn't going to catch, so I purposely withheld my gasps so that I could surprise her with at least a couple of squirts, and that I did. After two pumps, she quit! Fucking bish! I hollered, "What are you doing?! At least jack me off!" She reached back over and stroked for 3 seconds until I said, "Forget about it," because it wasn't doing anything for me. So, a lousy ending! Why did I experience an uptick in bishes- some old, some new- refusing to catch my load?! I would estimate that this uptick occurred in April. It has carried on continuously to this day. Most still catch, but it seems like more than usual don't. Perhaps it's bad karma for giving Mexxxi Brewer such a hard time about his coming on tissues. LOL.
On our way to drop-off, I admonished Marcy further for refusing to catch. She assured me that she would not do that to me again in the future. At drop-off, I confirmed, "So, next time, you'll catch?" She smiled and said "yes".
I just left for home an hour ago.
Jessi squeezes loads out of ball sacks with a tight, wet pussy.
Stacy's vulva is always dripping with the loads of perfect strangers.
Clarissa smokes crack with her dad.
Gina sucks cock heads and makes them shoot into her mouth.
Kassy drinks as many loads a day as she can.
Chevy's mom gives fast, great head, and swallows all loads she procures.
If Red and I produce a child, hang me for miscegenation, but let the child live.
The most appropriate canvas for splatterpaint is a drug addict's face.
I will make you unknowingly suck your own daughter's pussy juice off my cock.
I will peep at you through your window while pumping into some bum's mouth.
A person who lacks the agency to maintain a long-term phone number deserves to have sperm squirted all over her face.
And if I had a daughter, she would look like Brooklyn.
Body Shopper.
