2 days in town. 4 dates: Chella, Jessi, (black) Erica, Jessi. Fucked 2 pussies.
All of my writing on this forum is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events, is entirely coincidental.
Hard chronological data:
Chella motel date BBBJ BLS BBFS CIP 50.
Jessi motel date BBBJ BLS BBFS 45.
(black) Erica car date BBBJ CIM 30.
Jessi car date BBBJ CIM WS 30.
WWG1 WGA.
"Those who are with me know what they have to do to survive. Those who aren't with me aren't with themselves. " -Charles Manson.
Religion, insurance, laws, abortion, birth control, card payments, interest loans, condoms, and rental applications are for slaves, exclusively.
I am the I Am.
I am the truth. I am the light. I am the way. Follow me, and ye shall never be led astray.
Promiscuity is the cure for depression.
People who have a full soul cheat. Only semi-conscious losers are faithful to their spouse.
Many a dashing John has used the womb of a street prostitute to carry on his bloodline and populate the world with his kind. The Eye Of Silver City welcomes all new life into this world. If you are a street prostitute who is carrying a child, I will drive you to people who will provide you all of the diapers, food, and medicine you could ever need. We have vans that carry an ultrasound machine. It will drive to you, and a registered nurse will usher you on board and give you all of the medical care you need. When I shoot my seed into some young womb, I am fully prepared to man up and raise that child if one is conceived. Where the seed splashes in the woman's body is where souls swirl around. The zygote is the physical manifestation of a soul having re-entered this world. Life begins at conception.
I spent about 47 hours in town, arriving Tuesday night at around 12:30, parking, and going to sleep in my car. Awoke Tuesday morning and rented a motel at 10 o'clock. Hit the stroll. Lots of hookers were out. Jen and Queen were sitting in the east-west alley between Greenfield, Orchard, and I want to say 12th and 13th street. Queen knew I wasn't going to pick her up. I passed on Jen, just because I'd had her last time I was in town. Angie (A1) was out there. Lincoln and Greenfield were crawling with girls. Lisbon had some girls, and there were a scant few on north 35th street, as well. I didn't check National at all this time. Eventually, I came upon Chella at 13th, or maybe 12th, and Greenfield, south intersection. She got in. I took her to a trap house. While I was waiting for her and driving through the alley, I met one Holly. I actually had forgotten her name, but ran into her later and she reminded me, as I will tell you about later in this report. While Chella was in the trap, a cop was driving around the blocks, so I threw Chella's drug-filled purse into a Bush in the alley. Swung down, she was standing out there so I scooped her up, and then grabbed her purse and off we went!
I informed Chella that I have equipped myself with the necessary means to retaliate if a certain individual would get stupid and decide not to stay in his lane. These are people who are in Erika's camp. Chella got up in arms and expressed fear that I was going to nark on this guy. LOL I guess everything I've dinned into her head over the past 3 years has gone in one ear and out the other. I've always told her that I have never met anyone scary enough to inspire me to use police to resolve a conflict, or even to invoke the name of the law in order to quell an enemy's actions. In fact, I told her that the individual of whom we were speaking must be working with the police himself. Chella was ignoring my repeated assurances that I'm not planning on doing anything to this guy, and she seemed like she's trying to create an excuse for her to go back and lie to him and say that I'm planning something.
I laid out my argument that Erika abused Chella by placing her below Ashley, whom Chella and I dislike, and who is lower on the totem pole than Chella, and who arrived on the scene years after Erika, while Chella arrived before Erika. I told Chella that Ashley gets to call up Erika whenever she wants and do a threesome with Erika and whatever man Ashley brings, and Ashley licks the hell out of Erika's pussy every time. And that stranger hookers are given those privileges too, though Chella is deprived of them. Anyone with dignity, anyone who values herself would see it my way and be incensed at Erika's audacity. But Chella chalked Erika's rejection up to "sexual preference", which Chella also attempted to whitewash Erika's refusal to do active positions with me as. Chella and I were together for 8 hours this time, longer than we've ever been together before. And while much of the time was good and fun, just like normal- and her sexual performance certainly was excellent, as always- I could see that she dislikes me now. She was critical of me on any subject she could think of. That's how a person is when they dislike you but lack the decency to say "I don't like you. " Oh, I forgot. You people are all so much easier to get along with than me. LOL Normal people never confronting each other, and just letting each other wonder why their behavior is how it is. You say I'm the unpleasant one for speaking directly.
During a motel date a few months ago, I made the mistake of telling Chella about a certain social attitude I have. I was stupid to tell her, because I knew that her personal life is such that she would be offended by me. She played it cool at that time, but I believe that her anti-me schtick this time was a result of me having told her that about myself.
Before sex, Chella requested permission to take a shower. I gaily replied "yes", adding that normally I request that the provider shower, but I'd forgotten that time. So, Chella showered and remained naked for the sex, as I'd instructed her to.
The sex act began with fellatio. Plenty of BLS, like always. After a while, I fucked her in right angle on the bed. After maybe 2 minutes of hard fucking, we resumed fellatio. This time, Chella either purposely or accidentally stayed sucking after I announced my orgasm. Exasperated, I hollered, "In your cun!" and she finally got up and flung herself back with her twat on the bed's edge. I stood up and pounded my load into her pussy! I'd say 20% of it had gone in her mouth, another 10% just spurting out outside of her body, and the other 70% went into her cun. Success! I pounded that load with anger and resentment, due to her having stayed sucking in the beginning of the orgasm. This climax occurred at around a quarter to 5 in the afternoon.
Chella shot up right after the sex. I watched her standing before me, jabbing a needle right into her thigh! This was an honor to host. But for the next hour, she bumbled around stuck. Jessi taught me that word while Chella and I were at Leon's Frozen Custard on our way back. "Stuck" means to be all drugged up to the point where you're stuck doing nothing because you are incapacitated, in most cases still walking and talking. So, Chella was stuck in the motel room in her heroin stupor. Her arms flailing about, her head smashing against the closet door and the wall repeatedly, and incoherent speech. I even watched her smash her head hard into the bathroom mirror. I then warned her that she's going to smash her face onto the sink. She denied it with a bad attitude, and then smash! Her face hit the sink, and hard! I had told her right after my orgasm that if she wants, we can hang out another hour or two, since I won't have another load for another provider for the next few hours. But Jessi called in at one point, and Chella heard me tell Jessi that I will pick her up at around 7 or 8 o'clock. Chella and I wound up being together from around 1 in the afternoon until 9 in the evening. While Chella was making me late by being "stuck" in the motel room, I was starting to panic, because there was no end in sight. I collected all of her items which were strewn about the bathroom floor, and put them back into her purse. I put her purse and other belongings into the car. I warned her that I'm going to pick her up and carry her out the door and set her in my car. She told me not to. I opened up her car door, went back inside, hoisted her into the air and carried her. But as I was carrying her out of the motel, she grabbed onto the motel doorway, so I set her down. She went back into the room. A while later, she came out to the car. I refused to let her take her purse back in. I allowed her to take an item or two back in. At one point, I informed her that I will not be held captive. I said, "It's 7:27. " She replied, "I'll be done by 7:32. " I replied, "At 7:40, I am picking you up, carrying you outside, setting you down, and locking my room. It is up to you whether you come with me or be left outside, but I am driving away. " Chella was pissed, but what choice did she have? She didn't want to get picked up and carried again, so she got her butt out before 7:40, and off we went.
She wanted to talk to Jessi. I let them talk on speaker phone. Chella left Jessi a nice big hit of crack cocaine on her own volition, which Jessi confirmed was a really nice-sized one, upon seeing it. I asked Chella if she'd pay me the $6 she owes me if I pull up, not doing a date. Chella was pissed, and replied, "You don't want to do dates with me anymore?" I might do a car date with her at some point, but I will never bring her to the motel again, because doing so would be a security breach. Chella is on my enemies' side against me. She could set me up to get ambushed.
A few months ago, during a motel date, I offered to commit a certain type of crime against Chella's enemies, free of charge. She didn't produce any names she wanted this done to, but still, I guarantee that Erika has never offered to commit crimes against Chella's enemies. Yet Chella is on Erika's side against me.
After my date with Jessi, I ran into Holly again, who I'd met outside of the trap house earlier. Holly told me something terrible about "a lot of these girls". I'm not going to say what she said. I rejoined, "Like who?" Holly chirped, "People you know. " Chella's the only person Holly knows I know, so she's obviously talking about Chella. I asked, "Chella?" Holly playfully said "no". But that's the only person she could be talking about, because Holly doesn't know me, and I don't know her, and Chella is the only person she knows I know. So, here's a game: I'm going to do Chella a favor and not tell what Holly said about "people I know". But if I hear so much as a peep out of anyone in Erika's camp, I will absolutely post on here what Holly said about "people I know". Chella could have maintained neutrality, like Jen does, but she chose to be on my enemies' side against me, and here we are. Funny thing that after 3 years of Chella and I enjoying each other's company- which we still did, during parts of the date- the first time Chella attacks me, I hear a dreadful bit of into on her later that night. Karma is real. And Chella's job from here on out is to keep my enemies at bay, so I don't repeat Holly's words on here. WWG1 WGA Semper Fi!
I picked up Jessi at around 9:30 and took her to the motel, making a few stops along the way. Since Jessi and I are already in up to our necks with each other, completely at each other's mercy, I figured I would let Jessi tag along and observe me commit one of my trademark crimes against one of my enemies. I told her of another pair of enemies who have received the same treatment. We arrived at the motel at around 11:00. At around 12:30, Jessi began fellating my member while I sat on a chair. At perhaps the 7-minute mark, I told her to sit on my lap. She did, and she bounced kind of slowly, but pleasurably. After maybe 2 minutes of bouncing, I had her resume fellating me. After another 6 minutes or so of that, I realized I'm not going to squirt, but my dick was still about 2/3 hard, so I told her to lie on the bed with her cun at the edge, and that I'd fuck her and meet her half-way with a $45 payment. Jess hopped to it, and I could barely fit my 2/3 hard dick into her pussy! I remarked the truth to her: "This 2/3 hard dick would fit fine in most pussies, but yours is so tight that it won't fit!" Jessi appeared flattered. After a minute of that nonsense, I quit. I explained the reasoning behind paying her half-way between the 40 and 50 mark: "You worked hard and did well, but Jen or Erika would have gotten me off. " Even 8 whole hours after my orgasm in Chella's pussy, Jessi was unable to make my dick shoot. But to Jessi's credit, right before we started, I had remarked that my balls feel light, as I kneaded them in my hand. Normally, I pay 40 if I don't shoot, and 50 if I do. On our way back, Jessi told me that she's glad she is getting to know me without Erika in the picture. I concurred. I dropped Jessi back off at around 1:45 at night.
I then hit the stroll. Picked up Holly from earlier. While we drove around the block, I did the feel check, then told her that I pay afterward. She asked why. I said, "So you don't do a cash-and-dash, and so you don't take the money, and then bring out a condom and wrinkle the wrapper for a full minute while trying to renegotiate the deal. " Ooooh, she hated me! Ha! She just kept asking "why", so I informed her that I'm declining a date and dropping her back off. She said, "Just because I'm asking questions?" I replied, "I can tell that it would be a bad date. " She said, "Okay. " After she got out, she looked at me and said what I alluded to earlier, which I'm keeping secret for Chella.
After maybe an hour total of cruising after dropping off Jessi, I retired to the motel and hit the hay.
I awoke Thursday morning, did a few other activities, then picked up Jessi to take her across town to do the errand that requires a tiny bit of lifting on my part, both there and again at Jessi's place. I am delighted to help her out.
Right after dropping her off, I hit Lisbon. First, I went west from 35th street to 41st and found nothing, then back down, and saw one at 34th. Nodded, and she returned the nod. Contemplating whether to move forward or not, I turned south on 32nd, I think, then cut west, then back north and came out on 34th and Lisbon. I pulled up to her. She is an attractive, medium-skinned black woman who appeared to be in her 30's. She was standing next to who appeared to be her boyfriend, a black man of the darkest skin, who appeared to be in his early middle age, and was lying on the cement, with his shoulders and head propped up in a doorway while his legs lay sprawled out across the sidewalk. They both appeared just as druggie as their white counterparts on the south side. She approached my window. On this hot summer day, her forearms were completely covered, wrist-to-elbow, in a thick, black fabric, assumably to hide track marks. I axed her her name, and she said, "Erica. " She then fired back, "What's yours?" I told her my name, and getting cold feet, I explained that I'm looking for Skyee. She said, "What do you do with Skyee?" I said, "I pick up her mom on the south side. Her mom told me about her, and now I have to try her out, too. " Erica smiled and said, "True" or something to that effect. By and by, I let her into my vehicle. After feeling outside her pants and being satisfied, she pulled down her jean pants on her own volition, revealing a God-carven twat. No doctor could craft that! She was sullen and glum, hearing my rates, rejoining that she usually charges 40, and even more for bare. But it appeared that her business wasn't booming, so she accepted my 20/30 offer. Black hookers on both the north and south sides always think that they can milk white Johns for a ton of loot, and are disappointed in me on that count. That's one of the reasons I hardly ever pick up black girls. I found a spot a few blocks away, on a street that I used to often park on for dates, back in 2015-2020, when I frequently picked up black hookers on Lisbon Avenue. I don't think I had ever parked in this particular spot, though.
I leaned my seat down and pissed out the door. When I was done, Erica accused me of jacking off, gesticulating a wrist motion, "so you don't come". I denied it and reiterated that I was just pissing. I figured she's up to no good and is determined not to do a date, but to try something bad. She then demanded to see my money. I asked her if she's going to pull a gun on me. She replied in the negative. So, I started the car and drove up to where my door was not blocked by foliage, turned the car back off, opened the trunk, got $30 out, surreptitiously placed the wallet in a different part of my trunk in case she's plotting, then brought a $20 and a $10 and showed her them. She seemed satisfied, so I tucked them under the mat behind my driver's seat. She then, in a fearful and alarmed tone, asked me if I have something down there, and why I was digging around there. I rejoined, "I was hiding my money so you can't steal it. " She was put at ease hearing that. This all seemed like she was not going to do the date. Most Johns would have dropped her back off by now, with some money in hand for having done nothing. Not I, says I. Erica then began sucking my cock! I couldn't believe it! I felt so relieved that this date is actually happening, and is not a nightmare of her pulling a gun, or somebody robbing me, or what have you! She gave the bare minimum unimpassioned blow job, due to her disenchantment with my prices, but she had decent technique and looked good, so after about, I would guess, 9 minutes of singular technique with professional repetition, my sperm exploded in her mouth, and believe it or not, to my utter delighted shock (after her disappointment in my pricing, and the red herrings she threw out directly before the date), this black Erica kept pumping my semen into her mouth until my orgasm was finished, then spat my load out the door, as is industry standard. Panting, I lifted the back of my seat forward and grabbed the $30 and handed it to her. She said, "Thank you. " I said, "You're welcome. " See? She and I are at the cutting edge of the mending of race relations in this city and in this nation. A divided house will fall. But entrepreneurs and clients alike who are not afraid to cross racial barriers will reap the fruits of a diverse utopia. I dropped her back off across the street from where I found her and drove away.
I went and sat in the parking lot of Walgreens on 35th and Wisconsin, for a little over an hour, chatting on the phone part of the time. During that time, a nice-looking, fairly young medium-light black woman came up to my driver's door and asked if I can spare some money. She was a beggar. I openly looked her up and down, especially her pussy area, with that mini-skirt on. I asked if she does dates. She said yes, and invited herself in. Said her name is Star when I asked, and was intensely interested in knowing my name, just like Erica an hour earlier. I told her, but I did not have the courage to request a feel check, even though her voice and flat chest raised a red flag that she could be a male. She was extremely petite, so I don't think she was male. But I passed, nonetheless, and she didn't want to get out, so I reached and gave her some change. She was counting it silently and didn't get out. So, I gave her more. Now, it was, I'd guess, $2 - $2. 50, so she seemed content and got out.
I then went swimming. I absolutely love swimming in Lake Michigan!
Then, I went and hung out with Jessi in her duplex apartment at around 8:00. We stayed in her bedroom the whole time, except when she went and spoke with her roommates for a minute, and I crept silently behind her, eavesdropping, which is one of my favorite crimes. It was an honor to watch Jessi shoot heroin, and an honor to be present in her abode. She is a great host. I'd say we were there for around 45 minutes. Then, we left to do a car date. I fronted her to get some dope. She imbibed. Then she sucked my fucking cock while banging my balls around like a punching bag. Whoops! She knocked them around so much that my cream started spurting out the tip of my dick! Joy! Ecstasy! Friendship! What fun! Jessi swallowed my load, I paid the remaining balance and dropped her back off, then drove out of the city and toward my next destination, far, far away from Milwaukee.
Maria earns an honest living sucking loads out of 10 different men daily.
Jessi squeezes your cock with a tight pussy and makes you squirt inside her.
Chevy is picturesque with her ankles on either side of her head.
Rose was the sweetest plum of all.
Jamie fucks hard and fast, with no positivity toward you at all, just as it should be.
Stacy employs a smorgasbord of techniques that have procured her 10 loads a day for the past 14 years.
Clarissa spends her days back and forth between sucking cocks and hanging out with her dad.
Jen sucks your balls while you whimper because the delight is too intense.
The greatest human commodity Milwaukee's streets have to offer is (black) Red (Marissa) bent over while you empty your seed into her tight, wet, smooth, perfect pussy.
And remember: Treason is a crime punishable by death.
Body Shopper.
How to deal with cops when you get caught hoarmongering.
[QUOTE=CWill68;7678150]Anyone ever been pulled over and accused of mongering by LE? If yes. What did you do and what was the outcome? Any good tips on what to do or not to do? This is after you're pulled over, not before![/QUOTE]I've been caught several times.
As Chad 152 said, you exchange real first and last names with the girl. The Eye Of Silver City can often tell a perfect stranger her life story to her terrified astonishment. But for the rest of you mongers, an exchange of names is imperative. Believe it or not, no cop has ever asked us anything about each other, but it's a no-brainer that in case they do, we need to have that base covered, or it'd be a dead giveaway that we are monger and hoar.
Play dumb. Never admit to anything, even an unbuckled seatbelt. Whatever you admit to, they might ticket or arrest you for. Exceptions are bits of information that can prove that you know the girl personally. For instance, during one such traffic stop, as he was asking my passenger her name, she at first started saying or spelling her last name, then caught herself and told him her first name. I chimed, "She was starting to spell her last name," to prove to him that I know who she is, so his case that we are hooker and John would be much more difficult to prove.
Act super-respectful and polite, without kissing ass. If he or she is trying to make you afraid, pretend you're afraid. Just like if you get caught by civilians, if you mean-mug them, they are more likely to call the cops than if you act afraid and drive away with your tail between your legs. The latter will cause them to feel satisfied, so they will not pursue law enforcement action against you. Likewise, with cops themselves, if you show awareness of your own vulnerability, the cop will be satisfied that he or she has the upper hand and you know who's boss.
When you have someone with you who has paraphernalia and probably drugs as well, on her, and very well may have a warrant out for her arrest, you should not exert your rights. Be a pussycat. One cop shone his light on the towel that my date had put over her heroin because I'd told her to, while she was outside speaking with the lead cop. Had I demanded a reason why he'd stopped me, perhaps they would have investigated further. But since I didn't talk about my rights, and acted extremely respectful, they had no desire to crush me, and they let us go.
