The Reality About My Late 2024 Six Hrs With Jill, And Erika's Diabolical Interference
Remember that I reported on here in late October or early November, 2024, that I had spent a quarter of a day with Jill? But that I refused to divulge anything about it? Well, while there are still some aspects of it which I'm going to keep secret for now, I will unveil the vast majority of it and its surrounding occurrences.
Jill was in jail from late August, 2024 until late October, 2024 for not paying child support. We on this board were all worried about her, as her court records did not note her incarceration. I was trying to garner the courage to report her missing to the police. I informed Erika one day of what was afoot, and what I wanted to do. Erika replied that she can sense that Jill isn't with us anymore, that she's probably rotting in her boyfriend's basement. Erika told me to have the police do a welfare check. She told me that I have to do this. I told her that I am afraid Jill will be mad. I asked Erika if I can tell Jill that Erika told me I have to do it. Erika firmly replied, "Yes. " So, I agreed to do it. The next time I was in town, Erika followed up by asking me if I'd done it. I told her that I hadn't.
I've spoken at length about Erika's intellectual strengths. Well, her biggest intellectual weakness is her transparent face. She does not have the ability to manipulate her facial expressions to deceive. Good for me. So, I detected that Erika was insincere. I misread her motive, however. I could tell she didn't think Jill was dead or in physical danger. But I thought Erika was just enjoying my suffering as I wondered about Jill.
Erika has always claimed to know nothing about Jill's home life other than what I have told her. Just the other day- in 2026- Erika recalled fondly some happenings regarding Erika's boyfriend who died two years ago being friends with Jill's boyfriend! So, Erika has been familiar this entire time with Jill's home life!
The bible, in John 10:10, says that Erika "comes only to steal and kill and destroy. " Erika purposely told me that I have to send the police to do a welfare check, because Erika wanted to accomplish three odious goals:
1. Sow discord between Jill and her boyfriend.
2. Sow discord between Jill and me.
3. Take that portion of my business that Jill gets, as a result of the fallout which will undoubtedly occur as a result of me calling in the welfare check.
Well, the apostle John was correct. That night, I called the police and sent them to Jill's to do a welfare check. Around a week later, I did a date with Erin, and she told me that Jill has been in jail since August, and that I can see her listed there on the Vine Link website! I'd ne'er heard of Vine Link. I looked her up, and sure enough! Her name and the facility she was in. Upon Jill's release from jail, her boyfriend accused her of being a nark for sending the cops to his home. Erika and I picked her up from their place, ironically, being that this was the first time ever that I was in their presence at once. I'm not going to say what Jill and I did for around 15 minutes while Erika pretended to sleep. We dropped Erika off at her main trap house.
Jill was without proper clothing, because her boyfriend had thrown all of her clothes away. I gave her a sweatshirt out of my trunk, which I had on hand for just such an event. We went to do a date, and on the way there, Jill asked me if that had been me who sent the cops to do a welfare check. I lied and said no. When we were about to start the date, I told her the truth that it had been me. Then, someone drove into the parking area we were in, so we left in search of another spot. This was daytime, mind you.
At one point, I told her that Erika is terrorizing me. Jill was deeply concerned, and asked how Erika is doing that. I broke down crying, telling her that Erika told me that if I tell anyone again, she will not let me see the baby that I was awaiting the birth of, and planning on getting paternity tested on. Jill rubbed my arm compassionately, and gave verbal comfort, as well.
Jill got really paranoid. She asked me to buy her a cable so that she could charge her phone in my car. I did. We were in Franklin, and when Jill saw the sign for Franklin, she kept saying that we have to leave because her arrest two months earlier had occurred "in Franklin county". LOL Like I say- Hazel and Erika need to start teaching the illiterate contingent of their fellow prostitutes reading, writing, and arithmetic. No matter how many times I told Jill that Franklin is a city in Milwaukee county, and that I do not know of a Franklin county in Wisconsin, and that if there is one, it is hundreds of miles away, Jill never abandoned that stupid idea. She just couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that it must have been the city of Franklin, Milwaukee county, she was in when she'd been arrested. So now, she was suspicious of me on two counts: 1. The welfare check, and 2. Me taking her to Franklin.
Once we got on the freeway, Jill told me that today's date is on the house, due to her distrust of me. Well, we went to a different suburb- one that I always took girls to until last year- and spot after spot was occupied! Jill was getting antsy with her drug addiction, and at one point told me that she is dopesick, so she will not do the date. I was pissed, because I'd spent around 5 hours with her by then, and I needed to cum, and I had a cum receptacle with me, but it was saying the "en" word. Jill remarked that she'd never seen me in such a mood before. Well, she'd never withheld sex from me before! At one point, on our way back toward Silver City, she gave me about 10 seconds of road head, then quit. Fucking bish.
She had me take her to a couple of dope houses, neither of which would take her electronic payment nor front her some drugs. Outside one of these houses, I caught her recording with her phone. When I confronted her, she let me look at and in her phone, and it was just a second-or-two video, stopped by me just as soon as she started it. She played dumb and pretended it was an accident. I kind of bought it.
During one of our dates in 2024, this paranoid freak told me that she has started believing in the prophecy of Homeless Nicky.
At one point, after no luck getting drugs, she had me take her to the McDonald's near her house. I took her there, and she went inside but didn't come back out.
The Eye Of Silver City doesn't give or take hints. He is much too bold, and has too high a character to do such.
I walked inside after her, 20 or 30 minutes after she'd walked in. There she was, standing in the front entrance way, not thrilled to see me. A female security guard who presented as mentally retarded was standing by her, speaking about a bum who was standing menacingly near the front entrance. I had passed him by on my way in. At one point, I think a male security guard who didn't seem retarded might have been present, as well. I can't remember. At any rate, Jill expressed trepidation about that bum, and I assured Jill that I will protect her from him. And I fully intended to do so, were he to get physical. He was perhaps a shade off of white, in his 20's, but not physically imposing. I was prepared to protect Jill from him. As we passed him by, refusing to converse with him, he told us to "stay safe". I replied domineeringly, "you, too". We entered my vehicle, and she had me take her and drop her off right around the corner from the street she lives on. She said she's coming back out, but the fact that she didn't take "her" new cord in with her, and like when she entered McDonald's, she didn't leave anything (other than the cord I'd just bought her) in the car, suggested she's not coming back. And she didn't. But she did send me a stupid, garbled text later that night, saying such splendid bits of intellectual wisdom as, "If you post your video, I'll post mine. " "You hate women. " "Don't try to blame Erica (sic). " "I had you buy me a cord so I could charge my phone and record you on video. " "I am going to get a restraining order. " Such hard criminals, these girls and their boyfriends are, using courts and cops when they can't stand on their own two feet against The Notorious P. I. G. I didn't take any video of Jill, nor did either of us utter a peep about the idea of me taking any video of her. She's just paranoid out of her mind. Well, the next time I see Jill, if she doesn't put my dick in her pussy, I will come on here and tell you everything I know about her. And she's told me ten times more about her life and the people in it than she's told all of you pigs put together. Spitting threats and stupidity at me via text and then ghosting me wasn't a wise move at all.
So, Erika won. I, Jill, and Jill's boyfriend lost. And the entire mongering community lost. And Erika is happy. It is thanks to Erika that Jill is extremely scarce on the streets, so much so that most mongers, myself included, have not run into her once since that dreadful day. But now you know why Jill The Great disappeared. She fell victim to Erika The Unmerciful.
A) Escorting vs. Hooking b) I prefer them on the streets.
[QUOTE=MexxxiBrewer;7504787]And has been out of the game for many years now. I met Miss Freaky a very petite caramel rican years ago on the low numbers of Gfield, before the pandemic. I didn't know she posted online and I just found her ad on erotic monkey this year. That ad is like more than 10 years old. I scooped her up a few times just to hang out with her and she was very nice to me. But I did ask her once for some covered head and she did sucked me well. She was struggling really bad back when she was a SW and did get put away many times. This is a rare case of a SW that has moved on to better things. And she is doing well now or at least better than when she was out on the streets. She is a success story, an example of someone that was a heavy user but turned her life around and now is living better. If she did it some of these SW's can do it too. But ngl I prefer them on the streets, but I mean I wish they weren't users and just do some escorting as a side hustle, for extra money.[/QUOTE]While I understand that the age of the internet has blurred the lines between hooking and escorting, since hookers now can simply post themselves on various websites and call themselves escorts, there exists a historical difference between the two forms of prostitution. Escorting has always been ostensibly a non-criminal, upright business, openly advertised, usually by an escort company that has several or more escorts working for it. I think these businesses were found in the yellow pages or on ads in newspapers; if not, they were in the next-most-mainstream and upright publications. Hookers, on the other hand, are streetwalkers, openly selling their bodies, but not daring to advertise in writing since there is no attempt at creating an illusion of legality to the untrained eye. With the advent of Skip The Games, sex acts are listed on the site, thus muddying the distinction even further. So again, I don't blame people, especially people age 35 and under, for using the terms interchangeably; but I, personally, use the terms as very distinct from each other.
I lament the drug addiction that hookers have. But my socially conscientious understanding that society needs streetwalkers dominates my sadness over their drug addiction. In a perfect world, the streets would be as bountiful as they are now, and no one would use any drugs. But I do not ever root for any girl to get off the street. I am a hoarmonger. I want hoars to continue being available. The street is the best place to scoop and have a great time. Also, it's the most exciting! Calling bishes up on the phone isn't real mongering. That's why it's extremely rare that I ask a fellow monger for a phone number. I normally just give out numbers. So, you and I are on the same page, Mexxxi Brewer, in that we both prefer these girls to be on the street.
A monger who shoots in 3 pussies in a day is a mass shooter.
A person who lacks the agency to maintain a long-term phone number deserves to have sperm squirted all over her face.
A hoar who doesn't swallow is an offensive creature.
Every husband should shoot sperm into a hoar while talking on the phone with his wife.
Bug swallows every load she procures.
Jill lies there with her legs spread and makes people look at her pussy.
Red sits on your lap and steals your seed.
Jessi has a tight, hairy pussy.
Tina (who managed MOD Pizza) has a tight, wet canal.
Toothless Tabatha deepthroats us and drinks ten loads of our sperm daily.
Chevy sucks dicks for a living, just like her hoar mother.
Rose was the sweetest plum of all.
Snow is the hottest hooker in the city of Milwaukee.
And Erin looks all of her Johns in the eyes while gulping down their sperm.
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Weekend Sightings / Holly is getting hotter
It was a busy weekend on G and on L plenty of hookers out there. I was actually looking for Smurf but I was never able to find her. And I haven't seen Smurf out there in many months. Saturday night on G there was this hispanic or native named Arianna / Adrianna. She was freezing her ass out there with a runny nose. She looked pretty good but I passed on her and then later I regretted it. Also on Saturday but in the afternoon a cute Lola was walking up numbers talking on her phone from 21st and G. I wonder how long that phone is going to last. 41 year old WSW Rebecca is out there everyday. Becca is usually on 7th and L at all times of the day what a strong woman. Cici on 15th and L at night and of course I was going to pass on her biting cock ass. So it was on me that I didn't get anything Saturday.
Again I went out Sunday looking for Smurf but no luck. During the afternoon Tabatha was out there walking up numbers from 6th and L. She is 49 but looks 70 and I'll probably end up doing a date with her one day. A few weeks ago for the first time I pulled up to her and she was like do you want to get a great BJ. I replied maybe later she smiled and walked away. Then when I was driving off a squad car was driving behind me but I turned right and they made a left. That was kind of odd, but I don't think she had anything to do with that. Around 5 pm on 22nd I pulled up to Mika, she was looking ok but I ended passing on her.
Sunday night was very interesting a lot to choose from. Again Lola walking G and looking pretty nice, I like the attires that she wears and she is looking very good as of lately. I drove pass by Bug on 22nd and G then Holly was walking with a AA guy from Orchard heading to G. I decided to go back for Bug and on 21st and G I passed by the buzz cut Paige and I don't know if she is letting her hair grow back or not. I didn't get to Bug on time and she was talking to someone that ended taking her away.
Then finally Holly (Post #11242) was by herself on 22nd and G so I decided to pick her up. This babe is getting hotter and hotter by the day. Just by having her sitting next to me and me touching her thick thighs got me hard as a rock. 40 BBBJCIM with spit but first I sucked her tits and kissed her neck, face, and tummy. Dang she gave me a great BBBJ while I was grabbing her delicious ass (pic below). I blasted my spunk inside her mouth and she spilled it back out on me. It was a huge load but I didn't care I had plenty of tissues to wiped myself. We finished around midnight and this time she didn't rush me to take her to Mitchell. It was a very good way to end the weekend and start a brand new week.
I like that big snowman (pics below) by the auto shop between Orchard and G on 6th St. The snowman must also be happy and rock hard from watching all these hookers LOL.
Corinna's Pictures And The Subsequent Social Fallout
[QUOTE=MexxxiBrewer;7504816]Like 12 years ago this WSW did look ok and did walked more often than now. Back then during the day time she use to hang out with her bf and hold hands and make out in public with him. Then at night she would be working Lincoln. She posted the pics below of her wearing a see-through dress on Fb. And her back then bf got really pissed off and told her to take those pics down or else he would leave her. But she never did and who knows what the hell happened next. For many years I thought she was hispanic but she is white. Honestly I felt a bit of fear of scooping her up so I never did and I still haven't. In recent years I only see her out there maybe like once or twice a year. After like almost a year of not seeing her I spotted her a few days ago. She was going down numbers from 7th and L and she was actually looking descent enough for a date. And no I didn't go for it, but I'm good tho.[/QUOTE]Yes, those pictures were posted right on facebook! And under the one where she's bent over, showing lips, her boyfriend sounded off. I was about to correct you, but then I re-read his two comments and looked at their respective dates, and I see that you are right that he only gave her an ultimatum! Hahaha! Poor, feeble simp! I've been looking at those pics and conversation for years, and showing people. Yes, 2 1/2 months after he commented "I'm through", thus ostensibly dumping her, he commented again, giving his weak ultimatum to her to delete "those sick motherfuckers". Ha! The only men who are sick are the ones who don't make sexual comments to chicks who post sexual pictures of themselves. Men whose actions are aligned with Nature are healthy. These prostitutes have simps, not pimps. We mongers are the great people. Hoars are great, too. Everyone else can kiss my ass. One thing that I respect prostitutes for is that they all force their family and normal friends on facebook to see their atrocities, and they never remove the posts like weak people do. Weak people place social fabric higher than self-expression in their priorities. I burn social fabric just for fun.
Realization about swallowing, and giving credit where credit is due.
While I have always cherished the act of a woman swallowing my load, going so far as to list our swallowers up top in the 2025 Catalog Of Silver City Slores, and stating that they are the highest class of hoars- swallowing only earned women a tiny bit of greater consideration than the spitters get, in terms of our real-life interaction. I took into greater account probably a dozen other factors above the question of whether they swallow, when deciding who to call up, who to pick up, and who to be good to. A conversation I recently had with Soccer Fan, in which he informed me that he discriminates against hookers who don't swallow, opting to rarely take spitters on as regulars, made me realize that I've been placing far less importance on the act of swallowing than I should have been. Swallowing is proper. Spitting is improper. Swallowing is decency. Swallowing shows respect. Spitting a man's life force out the door is an act of disdain and disrespect. From now on, nationwide, swallowing or the lack thereof will be one of the main factors I consider when deciding which hookers to surround myself with and treat well. If you're a hooker reading this, you have been warned.
Monika, Lola, Kassy, Erika, Bug. Body Shopper's Spiritual / Sexual Rejuvenation!
The following tale is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Monika car date BBBJ 20.
Lola motel date BBBJ BLS BBFS CIP 55.
Kassy motel date BBBJ BLS BBFS 40.
Erika motel date BBBJ BBFS Aunt Flo CIP 60.
Bug car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
Hark! You gents have read for 4 years and 4 months now of my inability to cum from fucking, where all of my orgasms in pussies arrive at the end of blow jobs, with very rare exceptions. But now, it appears that I have been given a new lease on life, and that I can shoot in pussies again! Up until the year 2020, I was always able to shoot in pussies from fucking, but since 2020, I've been practically disabled. So, this is a welcome but unexpected development! And it appears that The New Year is the chronologically delineating factor!
I arrived in town on Monday, and straightaway rented a motel room. Was texting with several girls, none of whom met up right then, so I went cruising. Met Monika on Lincoln, at the Speedway. She told me to meet her at the alley. I did, and I told her to come to the driver's window. Looked at her crotch with my hand extended, and said, "May I?" She nodded, and I grabbed her by the pussy. I grab women by the pussy. You don't have to like it. Through my window, I then offered her the 20 plus 10 if I shoot deal. She accepted. Once she was in my car, I told her that there is a possibility I would want to do a motel date with her, since I hate wasting a motel room once I've rented it. I told her my prices, and she said that that wouldn't be enough money. Fair enough, I told her that we can just do the car date, then.
I told her that her appearance resembles LaDonna. She said she knows LaDonna, because they attended drug rehabilitation together around a year ago. A lot of good that did.
Mouth check, and off we went to the races!
On our way out to a spot, she told me that if I shoot, she would like me to tip her 10 to make 40. I reminded her that she'd agreed to my price schedule. She admitted that and backed down on the demand.
Once situated, she gave a mediocre blow job that never really even got me hard, even though she was my first date since I'd arrived in town, and I hadn't shot in two days. Realizing that I'm not going to shoot, and wanting to avoid giving her any grounds on which to demand the extra 10, I announced, "It's been 10 minutes. You can stop, and I'll pay you the 20. " She sat up, and in good spirits rejoined, "But I really need the 30," to which I retorted that this was the agreement. She accepted it contentedly.
Monika appears to be either hispanic or AmerIndian. I didn't ask, and I don't recall her telling. I told her of my trip to the 6th street bridge homeless encampment last summer, and their mentioning a Monika who lives in a tent up the hill and prostitutes, and I axed her if that's her, and she said "yes"!
Monika apparently decided that I'm an easy enough $20- and potentially more, in a motel- that she wanted to obtain me as a regular client. She offered me her phone number, and I took it. Though I could sense her coldness underneath a veil of warmth- especially the entire time before the blow job- after the blow job, she seemed to be keenly interested in my clientship. She even asked me a couple of questions about motel dates. She asked what all I require of a girl. I said that we go in, commit the vile act, then I drop her back off. Monika appeared both thoughtful and relieved. During our banter, she sounded like the term "motel date" had initially invoked images of having to pretend to be someone's girlfriend for hours on end. I explained to her that if a girl wants to spend a few hours with me in my room, she can, but that I am only there for the sex. Monika nodded, deep in thought.
She had me drop her off at the gas station on 5th and Chase. As she stepped out, she stated, "You have my number. Use it. " I agreed to, and we parted ways.
From the time I first began conversing with her in the alley, and throughout the entire date, I could tell that she is capable of being aggressive and troublesome. She didn't act out on any of those impulses, but she could at any moment. It's possible that I will call her, though, since she kept her cool throughout the date, and I wouldn't mind shooting a load into her pussy. I conquer women by shooting in their pussy. Also, she's a decent-looking woman. Said she's 41.
Next, I found Lola tucked in that doorway of the duplex on the southwest corner of 23rd and Greenfield, huddled with a colleague who identified herself as Samantha. I think I've had this Samantha at some point, but with the hundreds of pigs who Body Shopper has soiled, it's hard to remember. Lola came right up to my window, and I offered her the 40/50 deal for a motel date, and she readily- nay, hungrily- accepted. My, the cold weather makes women more amiable, amicable, and I dare say, malleable. I unlocked my doors and Lola hopped in. Mouth check. She had me take her to some drug house I'd never heard of before. Said she had $16 and asked me for $4 more. She had no purse with her to give me as collateral, so I flatly said "no". She got out. I drove around the block and picked her back up. Off we went to the races!
On our way to the freeway, Lola implied an aversion to sex reviews. I retorted that this is what I do, and that if she doesn't want to be reviewed, I can drop her back off. She chose to do the date.
I showed her a picture of Troll Mongo and I hanging out by his car. Lola's face lit up and she proclaimed, "That's my buddy!" I replied, "He's your biggest fan on the forum!" Lola nodded, smiling, and said "I know. " Then, I added, "But the last date you did with him, your performance was lackluster. It was just a blow job date, though. " Lola again nodded and gloomily admitted, "Yeah, it was. ".
Lola was a fantastic date! A professional of the highest caliber! She undressed and lied on the bed masturbating with her legs spread. Then we got down to business, and I remarked, "After that display, I don't need to do a pussy check anymore!" She chuckled.
At one point, I dropped her mom's name. Lola had forgotten that I'd already dropped her name around 4 years ago. Lola's heart sunk. She was horrified. I calmed her down.
I sat on a chair several feet from the bed. Lola knelt before me on a pillow and sucked Monika's spit off my cock. At one point, I told her to suck my balls, and she did. Eventually, she resumed sucking my cock. After a bit, I told her to lie on the bed, and she did. We did the right angle position. I inserted my erect penis into her vulva. Under my questioning after the date, it turned out that this had all been an act; but this woman acted like she was into the sex, and that turned me on a lot! I fucked her for probably 4 or 5 minutes. Had to take a break in the middle to pant. LOL In the half-a-minute leading up to my climax, Lola whispered hate speech at me 2 or 3 times. I ignored it and fired off inside her pussy while looking her in the eyes. We maintained eye contact throughout my entire orgasm. It's sure nice being with someone who isn't a piece of shit, despite her hate speech, which I happily trampled over. Conversely, I would say that Lola and I did four car dates from 2021 through 2022, and she wasn't that great any of those times. But this was truly a great experience, and even though Lola's fellatio was in the 6-to-7 range of enjoyability- and while her pussy did feel like heaven, most pussies do feel like heaven- her attitude and general conduct make me rank her performance on this date as either a 9. 5 or a 10. It might be a 9. 5, because of the hate speech she used as my climax was nearing; or perhaps it's good for some hate speech to be used in this context, with a friendly attitude, so that weak, obedient men cannot pass on their seed- in which case, her performance was a 10. I will have to ruminate on that question further. Lola informed me that she will go to Planned Parenthood the following day and obtain a Plan B pill! The dirty dog! I replied by imploring her not to, and pledging $5,000 upon a paternity test proving that the kid is mine. Lola snorted, "That ain't shit. " I told Lola that I could be the father of her 9th child. She says she's 40 years old and has 8 kids. She said that she has an appointment for two days later at PP, but that she's accompanying a different Erika- not the one I see, but the one of Love and Joy- to PP the very next day, and will obtain a pill then. Lola isn't one of my regulars, so she can talk like that and only receive an angry face and voice in response. If one of my regulars starts talking about Plan B, she'll see a whole different side of Body Shopper than she's ever seen before.
Upon entering my car to drive back, Lola demanded a tip. I retorted that she agreed to either 40 or 50, and she's getting 50. She didn't cede in her demand, so I tipped her $5, and she seemed happy with it. She knows that squeezing any tip out of P. I. G. Is like squeezing blood out of a turnip. So, she was pretty content with herself.
Bear in mind that Lola and I have always had a friendly, playful vibe between us. So, everything from the hate speech through the ejaculation through the debate about whether or not I'll tip had a purely positive feeling to it. Heck, even when she was lying to me for a year and telling me she doesn't prostitute, we were friendly and playful toward each other. But she declined my invitation to come swimming with me in Lake Michigan last September or early October, so I guess her friendliness has limits.
As Lola exited my vehicle, she asked me to not post this. I replied that I will post it. She then told me not to talk too dirty about her. I retorted that I will, in fact, talk dirty. Still smiling, she shut the door.
See, gents? I don't simp for any hoe, and I still have the time of my life every time I come to town. They are all lined up, hungry and eager to do a date with the P. I. G. Mexxxi Brewer might as well come clean about the identity of "The Most Famous Pedestrian In Milwaukee". Who gives a crap about one greater or fewer hoe in your stable?
Nightfall had set in.
I arrived at 13th street, traveling eastbound on Lincoln. I had absentmindedly left my doors unlocked. Bad mistake. At the stop light, the chubby, white Christina approached my vehicle, and I thought it was big-titted Tania from Greenfield, so I excitedly asked, "Are you who I think you are?" She said "yes" and got in, uninvited. Then she said she's Christina! No! I pulled into that gas station at 13th and Lincoln and made her get out. She asked for 75 cents to get a soda. I declined, but offered her a bottle of water, which she accepted. She drank on it for a minute, apologizing several times, then got out. I might actually give her another chance soon. I did a date with her on the day that Erika turned me down back in spring, 2023, as dutifully reported on here. Christina didn't make me cum.
Eventually, I picked up Kassy. I learned from Kassy that minutes earlier, I had misperceived a situation I was in. I had pulled up to the new, skinny white Christina on 7th and Lincoln. I thought that there was a man standing on each sidewalk while Christina and I spoke through my window. At one point, what I perceived happening was the man on the west sidewalk barking at Christina, "Get moving!" and then turning his back and facing Lincoln. But no! That was Kassy, not a man, standing there! And the angry, loud male's voice who yelled "Get moving!" was a fucking cop driving by on Lincoln Avenue! Unbelievable! I just drove away when he barked that command.
So, I took Kassy to the motel. I had warned her when she got in the car that I had just shot, so she likely won't procure a load and will walk away with $40. Kassy readily agreed to it and came with me. Shower, suck, fuck, suck. Kassy knelt on a pillow and sucked Monica's and Lola's spit, as well as Lola's pussy juice, off my cock. I told her to suck my balls at one point before the fuck, and she did. Intermittently, she sucked my balls while stroking my cock. It felt really good, actually! Normally, I don't like getting my cock stroked anymore without it being sucked at the same time. Kassy's pussy was bone dry, just like last time. I've fucked her twice, now. I remarked about that, and Kassy replied that she has that problem, and that she has some illness that causes it. I can't remember the name of it. So, probably 10 minutes of head, then 2 minutes of fucking, then another 2 minutes of head. Drove her back. Got food for myself along the way. Let her eat 1/6 of it, which honestly is a full meal for a lady. I just eat way to much. She thanked me.
Kept cruising. I ran into middle-aged white brunette Candy at the gas station on 19th and National. She didn't want me to grab her pussy right in the middle of the street with traffic stopped at the stoplights, watching. Bummer. I drove away. Caught up with her at 21st and National five minutes later. This time, she let me grab her by the pussy on 21st street, about 30 feet south of National. Her attitude was poor, so I opted to pass. There was another thin streetwalker on 21st and National. I'm guessing she was black because I didn't see any skin. I warned Erika that I am tired, so I will not wait until the appointed time to pick her up, and that I am cruising and meeting girls, so whoever gets my nut will be my last date of the night. Erika, always the business-minded lady, offered to do the date two hours earlier than planned. I agreed, as that time was only 40 minutes away.
I'd been spotting Summer Star on-and-off throughout the day on Greenfield's upper streets. From National, I went back to Greenfield, and there was Summer again. I started pulling up to her every few minutes. At one point, her tits were out completely, under the streetlight on 22nd and Greenfield. I reached out through my driver's window and groped one. Friends can do that. Every now and then, she would go and solicit this or that John, but none of them were picking her up. At one point, I told her that I'm hoping to do a date with Erika, but that if Erika hasn't gotten back to me in 20 minutes, I will take Summer to the motel. I knew that Summer Star would almost surely not make me shoot, but she has nice tits, is easy on the budget, and I enjoy my time with her (when her narcolepsy isn't active). 17 minutes later, I welcomed Summer into my car. She plopped down on my passenger's seat. A few seconds later, Erika texted me back and told me to come and get her. Summer took it surprisingly well, with no bad attitude whatsoever. I think that one of these times, I will pick up Summer when I'm fresh into town and take her to the motel and hopefully shoot a load into her.
I picked Erika up. Of course, she was 25 minutes late coming out, but that would have been so even if we'd used our original appointment time. She got in and I handed her her phone charger and charging cable that she'd left in my car last spring, which I was holding onto until she paid me back, which if you remember my last report, she did pay back the last $3 she owed me. In that report, I had asked her if she would spare me the freezing trip to my trunk and just let me give it to her next time, and she was kind enough to let me do that. After handing her her belongings, I orated in a manner that, would this have been a written document, would have been delivered in a black envelope. We played chicken in front of her house. I calmly asked if she wants to get back out and part ways with me, or come and do the date. She opted for the latter. We did the mouth check. This time, though, instead of only holding her purse and phone as collateral for the 20 I was fronting her, she agreed that I could also hold them as collateral on her not refusing any positions, services, nakedness, ad nauseum. So, I greedily did. And again: She could have just come and done the date without getting drugs first, and she would have had all of her stuff the entire time. She needed drugs so badly that I was able to stipulate the rest of that deal successfully.
We went to another new drug house I'd never seen. She went in and back out quickly. As agreed upon, I let her use her phone while we were on the freeway, playing some game. She handed it over before we pulled into the motel.
Erika smoked crack for around an hour. Then, she snorted heroin. I made a remark about a certain John who won't relent in his attempts to communicate with her, and whose messages Erika hasn't responded to since last spring. Horrified and full of hate, Erika asked me how I know when the last time was that she messaged him. Her piercing glare was too much to bear! I physically blocked her eyes from mine by placing my hand in front of my eyes, palm outward. I moved my hand and peeked, and she still was piercing me with that hateful, menacing glare, so I quickly returned my hand to the spot in front of my eyes.
Erika informed me that she is on her period. She removed her tampon, and we got to business.
I sat on the chair while Erika knelt before me on a pillow and sucked Lola's and Kassy's pussy juice, as well as Monika's, Lola's, and Kassy's spit, off my cock. This was paradise. As Erika was working, I mentally noted the wide margin by which her technique is superior to Monika's, Lola's, and even Kassy's. Kassy's blow job is an 8. Erika's is a 10. At one point during the blow job, I told her to sit on me and grind, while I remain seated on the chair. She got on me and started bouncing. I stirred the paint. After perhaps a half-minute of that, I admonished her to sit and grind, and she did. After probably a minute and a half of that, I had us repair to the bed, where we did cowgirl. I parted the Red Sea. My dick was deflating throughout both positions of intercourse, so when it was down to about half-hard- which was after probably one minute of cowgirl- I announced that she will resume fellatio while I sit on the chair. But Erika had me wash the menstrual blood off my cock before she resumed sucking. I did so, and thoroughly, because I get off on having girls unknowingly suck each other's blood off my cock, not by having them suck their own off. And I planned on penetrating her again before the date was over, to prep for whoever I might pick up the next day. After perhaps 5 minutes of head, I commanded her to bend over the edge of the bed, and I came up behind her and rammed my hard cock up her pussy, squirting shot after shot into that sweet, tight, pink canal.
Erika's blow job was superb, like usual. The best of the best. But her performance during intercourse was lackluster.
I told Erika after our previous motel date that for at least the near future, she will have to wait until after the date to shower, and then I'll only let her take a shower if she didn't say no to me about anything. I reminded her of this in the room, and she acknowledged it. Erika has always had great hygiene. Many women are equal to her in that regard, but none are superior. I will do her the favor of not telling (at this juncture, anyway) what act of vengeance she took on me for withholding the shower. It was in the broad category of bad hygiene, though. We've done dozens of motel dates in which she didn't shower, and her hygiene was always great. Between car dates and motel dates- full service or partial service- which I estimate to number roughly 170 by now- Erika had never presented with this hygiene flaw that she had during the intercourse of this date. I called her out on it afterwards, and of course, she denied that it was on purpose, but I don't believe her.
After the date, she informed me that she is skipping the shower. She claimed that a male member of her household had purchased a part for the water heater in the house, and that he will install it the following day. That's neither here nor there.
I had not brought my kit, since I was unable to put it to use last trip. But after my introductory oration this time, I think I will never have that problem again. I pledged to give her back her red shirt with the tag still on it, that she forgot in my motel room around two months ago, next time I'm in town, as a reward for this date.
I paid her the remaining 40. We went back to that same new trap house, and Erika was in and out quickly again. Then, we went to her regular trap house. She was extremely quick there, too. Then I took her home, and we sat in front of her house chatting for perhaps 10 or 20 minutes. She asked me repeatedly to not report this one date. I refused, telling her that I will, in fact, report it. At one point, I informed her that I'd seen someone run as fast as he or she could from somewhere on the property she stays at, around the front of the house next door, and disappear in the shadows. This was at around 2:00 at night. Startled, Erika immediately grabbed her belongings and went inside.
I returned to the motel room and slept.
I woke up Tuesday and arranged a car date with Bug. I checked out of the motel and went and ran an errand, then picked Bug up at noon. She was prompt and timely! Already left the house she was in and was walking down the alley to meet me when I pulled in. She got in and we did the mouth check. Bug and I hadn't spoken since the summer. It was sure nice catching up. Our lives have a parallel that invokes a mutual feeling of empathy. But that doesn't stop me from living out my dreams. After an hour or two of chatter, Bug sucked Monika's, Lola's, Kassy's, and Erika's spit, and Lola's, Kassy's, and Erika's pussy juice, as well as Erika's blood, off my cock.
"Heaven is a place on Earth. " -Belinda Carlisle.
It took Bug a while to get my cock up. It had been worked over pretty well the previous day by those four aforementioned lasses. After perhaps 7 minutes of good sucking, my dick became erect. Over the next four minutes, it gradually went from 2/3 hard to 4/5 hard, then bam! I shot Bug right in the facehole. She swallowed my load like a good girl. I think this is only the 5th date I've done with Bug in one year and eight months' time. It's at least the 5th, and Bug has succeeded at procuring my load every time, so far. I want to shoot a load into her pussy one of these days.
I drove Bug through the McDonald's drive-through, where she spent $10.29. When she was going to pay with her $20, I told her that I'll cover the 29 cents, and Bug handed me two $5's, which I handed to the worker. She got her food, and I drove her to the trap house and dropped her off.
We'll see how things go. I have made a fool of myself becoming friends with the wrong people before. But so far, Bug seems like a real solid character. And she's swallowed every load and never said the "en" word to me. I remember our first date, which if you check the board, I'm guessing was in May, 2024. I recognized her from Troll Mongo's photo; although I think she might have told me her name before I recognized her from the photo. You'd have to check the review. At any rate, she was incredibly cordial, kind, and bubbly, sucking my cock with pure passion and fury, then swallowing my mighty load! That was a fantastic introduction, almost two years ago. Bug's always done me right.
So, I enjoyed 5 women in 24 hours this trip, 3 of whom I fucked and got a blow job from in my motel, and 2 of whom I got a blow job from in my car. I ejaculated into two pussies and a mouth. Life is great! Life is what you make of it.
Lola needn't busy her head about how I know her mother's name. Erika needn't busy her head about how I know who she's messaging. And Summer Star needn't busy her head about how I know her medical history.
The Eye Of Silver City shines upon all of you. It is eternal. It is omnipresent. And if you open your heart, it will warm you to your very soul.
I enjoy watching women lying with their legs spread. I enjoy looking at them solo, and I also enjoy watching them getting fucked by me. I love looking in their eyes while we fuck. It's a mirror that has captured the images of tens of thousands of pigs, all pumping, grunting, and doing our thing. None of us are unique. None of us are special. Real power lies in the heart of a hoar, because she is above it all. Common slurts still believe in magic. The hoar knows that every man is a liar and a pig. When she's standing in line at the grocery store and she sees a nice family, she thinks to herself, "I bet he'll be on Greenfield Avenue tonight. " Our role in this world is to be a source of money for them. If they've seen one dick, they've seen them all. Every stupid pair of eyes looking in theirs while we have the time of our life. It's all beneath them. The hoars are above the fantasies that mortals busy their simple minds with. When you look into the eyes of a prostitute while you're fucking her, she has seen tens of thousands of us retards fucking her, and trust me, gents- we all look the same.
All hail the Hoar!
Body Shopper.
Chevrolet is a good brand
Friday night about 11 pm around 10th and L WSW Chevy was out there braving the cold. It was like -14 degrees out and the windshield was even colder. I love leggings and she was wearing turkey gravy color ones with a cute jacket. She is definitely a hardcore SW no doubt about that. If she can handle that severe weather she can be out all year round. And actually she is out there all year round LOL. I might do my first date with her sometime this year but I'm no sure.
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Lilly on N and back online
[QUOTE=MexxxiBrewer;7379808]Last Sunday was very interesting for me I got to meet the most famous pedestrian of MKE at night. Then like and hour later I found that BBW BSW on NTL. But in between that I spotted this Native female that went by Lilly on her last STG ad months or a year ago. She went by Nylie and Miley in older ads. I just saw her for a few seconds walking around 21st and NTL then she disappeared. She is not a walker (or maybe she is Idk) but she is an escort. Thru FB / messenger I had a 100 FS date with her back in March. I picked her up from that trap house in Wauwatosa the same one I had picked up Gem Stone like twice from. I'm guessing she visits that trap house on Tosa regularly but she does stay in the south side. Lily was looking good but she was all sweaty and did have an odor. I said f it and still got a nice BBBJ from her. And then I put a rubber on and pounded her in mish but I wasn't busting. So then I took the rubber off and she sucked me again until I released my load inside her mouth and spat it on a tissue. I did try to connect with her on messenger last Sunday but the messages didn't go thru.
[/QUOTE]I spotted full Native American Lilly walking up numbers from 16th and National late December during the afternoon. I'm guessing she went to a convenient store cause she was holding a plastic bag. She was looking fine and happy too. Most likely she will accept a date if anyone stops and talks to her. I was busy running errands that day so I couldn't even go and talk to her or at least say hi. I think she is staying somewhere around that area between 21st and 27th and and. Has anyone scooped her up from National lately? And just few hours ago she reappeared on Fb after many months of not being active. She send me her new numbers and maybe I'll do another FS date with her next month.
Baby Jess' Fall From Grace
Baby Jess of The Holy Trinity is spiraling downward. Within just the past two months, her odious behavior has caused her to get kicked out of her home, then get dropped by her second-to-main John (me), then get kicked out of the main trap house she frequented. Everyone's disassociating with her, and for good reason.
Jo-Jo from the late 2010's
[QUOTE=KCbbqFan;3803627]OMG, my spidey sense didn't even go off on that. But when I reflect back the signs were there. Like during LEO check she / he checks me out, but not vice versa. And roaming was up top with her still clothed. I guess we all get bamboozled sometimes. Thanks for pointing that out.[/QUOTE]Dude, that is absolutely disgusting! I could tell he was a man from a mile away! But my friend whose dates with lots of my girls I've reported on was attracted to Jo-Jo! Ha! I told him that that's a man, and he didn't believe me, so I pulled up and said, "Hi, Jo-Jo. " He said "hi". I said, "You're trans, right?" And he said "yeah". I retorted, "See ya, dude. " He didn't like that too much, as I drove away. Ha! My buddy felt really silly, having not only been attracted to a man, but also arguing against me about it, when I was already, by then, an integrated John in the community.
