Living Under The Pig Goddess
This post, and all of my posts on this website, are fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Rachel car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Erika car date BBBJ CIM.
Erika car date BBBJ CIM.
Chella car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
I arrived in town a week ago and hit the stroll. Nothing on Greenfield. This was in the late afternoon. My first or second lap up Lincoln, I found the smiley-faced hooker Rachel on around 8th street! While her skills are average, her face is extremely pretty, and her personality is fantastic! She is one of my favorites. She and I have done four dates, now, over the past almost two years. She is 2-for-4 in making me shoot. Each of our four dates has had a really cool aspect to it- a different aspect on each date- which both Rachel and I cherish. She is a wonderful woman. We hung out for around two hours, from broad daylight until pitch darkness. Near the end of it, we did our date. She started sucking my cock, and after a few minutes, some bastard pulled into the lot and drove right behind us, so we repaired to a different spot. She finished me off! Good girl. We went back to our first spot, where she retrieved her purse that she had stashed in the back of a work truck next to us. Purse in hand, she was dropped off at a trap house just north of Lincoln.
I then called up Erika. Erika is the best blow job in Milwaukee. She fellated me until I shot into her mouth, and she carried me through my orgasm with her rhythmic, fast motion of mouth sucking the head and upper shaft, left hand stroking the lower and middle shaft, and right hand fondling the nuts. Spit. This is an amazing woman.
After she spat my goo out, she remarked, "I am so hungry. Would you buy me food?" I replied, "No. You're not pregnant anymore. We're back in our previous arrangement now, where I normally don't buy you food, but occasionally I do. " Bad mistake.
Living Under The Pig Goddess.
Erika is The Pig Goddess. Fiery blue eyes, black soul, tight pink pussy, and flicking tongue. I have learned, over the past half-year, that God punishes me when I commit certain types of infractions against Erika. Here are the three examples, chronologically, of this happening:
1. Last September, I was getting feisty because she already owed me a lot of money, and wanted more before doing a date. She paid it all back over the following two months, but in that moment, I threatened to report her on the ripoff reports. When I dropped her off at a drug dealer's house, I angrily took her purse and threw it in my trunk while she sat in my car. When I drove up the street after she got out, I noticed a thumping coming from my back left wheel. When she got back in, she agreed that it sounded horrific. A few weeks later, I got it fixed. It was the strut. I agreed to let the mechanic replace my rear pair of struts. Left and right. That cost me $450.
2. In January or early February, I went and did an act that I had done at two other places, on behalf of the child who was then in Erika's womb. The difference is that this time, instead of having pure intentions, I drove toward my destination with an angry mindset, brewing against Erika, and on a mission against her, instead of simply being on a mission on behalf of the baby. I parked in the parking garage, hopped out, and did my thing. Upon getting back in my car, the moment I exited the garage, I heard a click in my right front wheel. You'll never guess what the problem was! A strut! This repair cost me $250. One strut in the right-front of my vehicle.
3. When I denied Erika her request that I buy her food, a week ago, as reported a few paragraphs above, I dropped her back off, and immediately when I exited the alley and onto the street, I had a clicking in my rear left wheel. I cruised over to Greenfield, and after driving a few blocks on the strip- about 5 minutes after dropping The Pig Goddess off- I submitted to Divine Will and called Erika. She answered, and I explained to her what was happening, and that I was scared, so I am inviting her out to eat. She asked how she will get back into the trap house. I replied that I will front her $10. She agreed. I picked her up and was extremely nice to her. I explained that I'm hoping that by rectifying my wrong, God will make my car problem go away. We repaired to our normal eatery. I bought her a meal and dessert. She ate. After I dropped her back off at the trap house, the wheel problem went away! A week later, and hundreds of miles of driving later, there is still no sound in my left rear wheel, and no vehicle problem whatsoever!
After Erika had gotten done eating, I asked if she would like to do a date instead of taking a front of $10. She said yes. I had asked her if she thinks she's up for making me shoot after I already shot twice that evening (once in Rachel, once in Erika). She had assured me that she is. And she wasn't lying nor miscalculating. The blow job that Erika gave me was so great! She changed it up, and this time, as soon as my meat was a little more than half-hard- which was probably a minute or two into the blow job- she went full-on sucking with a vertical head-motion, up-and-down the shaft furiously, like the old Erika, pre-pregnancy. She intermittently paused and did her magic on the cock head, and sooner than later pumped my load into her adroit and divine mouth. Done.
Don't get me wrong. God has not rendered me impotent against The Pig Goddess. She and I vex each other and react appropriately. I stand my ground on many counts, but I have been humbled as I've learned what I am and am not allowed to do to Erika. I am still learning.
Living under The Pig Goddess isn't pleasant. I masturbate over her when I'm at home, and I am indentured to provide food to the Goddess when she deigns to bless me with her presence. She acts mean to me. But she makes me cum. She sucks my dick and fucks me. She keeps me in captivity in her stable. Or rather, stye. I no longer have free will. I suffer under her oppression. She keeps me enthralled. She keeps my balls empty, so that I'm easily controllable.
I slept in my car that night, and hit the stroll the following morning. Greenfield was dead again, but on my first lap up Lincoln, there was a zombie, stooped over in the south intersection of 10th street with her back turned toward Lincoln and hair covering her face, about ready to double over. Chella! I am getting so lucky these days! You remember that Jamie did me the greatest solid that a hooker's ever done for me the other week, when she gave me road head and made me shoot at no profit to her, after being paid in full for a motel date, the same price as if I'd cum! This time, Chella, with only 10 extra to gain, saying, "I can't have you posting that I didn't make you cum", gave me a second blow job because I hadn't shot during the first one! How about that?! During the first blow job, she sucked me for probably 20 minutes, to no avail. After she prodded me repeatedly to allow her to try again, I gave in. It was well worth it! She gave me probably a 12-minute blow job, and made me shoot into her mouth! I had admonished her prior to the first blow job to swallow. She had agreed to, and she fulfilled that agreement! See, as Hunting Streets has pointed out, I have no problem with necrophilia. If a zombie makes me shoot, I'm happy, because I'm out here to shoot! Chella continues to lose weight, but also continues to be one of the best providers out here. She is a true legend. Been out here longer than Erika! Chella started in 2010, and Erika in 2011. Chella used to lie to ATW2020 and Hunting Streets about her age. She was 22 then, not 18 or 19.
After dropping Chella back off, I drove home happy!
Rachel is a smiley-face hooker on Lincoln Avenue.
Erin is a horny prostitute who loves her job.
Erika is a pig with a tight pussy and a flicking tongue.
Red-headed Ashley is a jubilant provider with a smiling face and a tight, wet pussy.
Hazel is a professional slore who is adept at making cocks shoot.
White Sam on Greenfield is a nice, feminine woman with a wet mouth.
And Stacy is a slore who has pleased 50,000 men.
Body Shopper.
Callie, Jamie, And Native Donna
All of my posts on this forum are fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Callie car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Jamie car date BBBJ CIM 30.
(Native) Donna car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
I arrived in town the day before yesterday, stayed all day, then drove home in the night, stopping and sleeping partway home, and driving the rest of the way in the morning.
I met Callie, who I believe is the slore many of you mongers have fond memories of from National, and bemoan the absence of for the past couple of years. This one says she's 3/4 AmerIndian and 1/4 white, and that she's 36 years old. I told her that you guys spoke highly of her, and that she used to work on National. She replied in the affirmative that she worked on National, so it must be her. She didn't know about the forum! I need to stop mentioning the forum to slores, because this is the second one in the past month who had never heard of it. Thinking back, it seems that many of the Lincoln girls are unaware of this board. Anyway, Callie did a very good job sucking my cock. As time went on, I had to admonish her to exert rhythm, and fondle my balls. She had difficulty performing the rhythmic sucking and ball-fondling simultaneously, but she pulled it off, and after probably a minute or two of that, I shot off into her mouth. Cleaned up and dropped her back off.
Next up was Jamie. I picked her up just after sundown. She gave me roadhead, and then we parked and she finished me off. It was a very good blow job. We hung out and chatted for a bit both before and after the date. We were together for probably an hour, 15 minutes of which was spent with her fellating my member. Dropped her off.
Next, I met one Donna on Lincoln- not the white one from around a month ago, but a different one. This one said she's 100% AmerIndian. 38 years young. This is an amazing woman! She is such a great cocksucker! Sexy as fuck, to boot! She probably only took around 7 minutes to make me shoot a third time in 11 hours! Yeah! She started off slowly, feeling great. Then she got faster once I was hard. Probably 5 or 6 minutes in, she switched to a super-fast sucking motion, coupled with super-tight oral suction on the cock head, and then bam! I shot off super-hard inside her adroit mouth! She swallowed every last drop! Donna is on my A-list, and comes with my highest recommendation. As I was cleaning up after the blow job, she hopped out of the car and straightened up, pulling her pants down for a moment as she went. After she got back in, she explained that when I'd picked her up, she'd just gotten off of a date in which the man came in her pussy, and she had hurriedly put her pants back on, winding up with her underpants only being around one leg, so she had had to put the other leg through the other leg hole in her underpants, as well. Donna and I hit it off great, and she offered me her phone number, unsolicited. I asked her how long she's had the number, and she said a year, so I took it. I look forward to seeing her again, hopefully soon. I might eventually fuck her. She's sexy and has a great attitude.
I dropped Donna back off and drove home happy.
Body Shopper.