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08-10-23 12:02 #9432
Bella, not Chella
Bella is the one in the link, Chella was a different one, both could be found on Lincoln in the evenings. The last time I seen Bella was around 2016/2017, back then she really looked hot, great young stripper type body, really pretty with a great smile. Doesn't look like that now obviously and doesn't smile in the photos, that lifestyle and dope use has such a bad effect on them and their teeth. Really sad, just saying.
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08-10-23 06:50 #9431
Duffy
Duffy has fun bags that you squeeze until your sperm squirts out.
I have yet to meet this Duffy you speak of. What does she look like? Is she worth a scoop?
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08-10-23 06:43 #9430
Chella / Bella 2
I should also mention that her drug use was so bad back then there were rumors that she passed away. I don't recall how long she was gone, but she did pop up again and not quite so out of it with the drugs. At least that is my recollection, but dreams fade over time. Originally Posted by TrollMongo
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08-10-23 06:23 #9429
Chella / Bella
This is Chella who now posts as Bella on STG: Originally Posted by TrollMongo
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https://skipthegames.com/posts/milwa...e/119106115057
I met her walking years ago (ten?) I have not seen her since then, but I picked her up many times back then. I remember the BBBJ was good and the FS usually busted me quick. But like I said it was a long time ago. I have thought of calling her up again. If I do I'll add my review on here.
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08-10-23 03:16 #9428
The Gems Of Silver City
Thank you for the props on my posts, my friend! I'm glad I'm of some inspiration to your unclean travels. Originally Posted by TrollMongo
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Neither Jill nor Erika have a phone, and that's how it usually is with both of them. Chella has a phone which she claims she's had for three years, but I didn't ask her if I can give the number out, so I'd better hold off on that. Oh! I brought you up to Sarah a few weeks ago before she sucked my cock, and she asked me for your phone number. I acted like you and I are good buddies in real life, and did not tell her that a forum exists. LOL I spot her around there rather frequently, so I could catch her and call you next time I spot her there, if you'd like. She's the one you referred to as "Saharra". I've never seen a set of teeth in her, but she remembered you and even brought up your photography. Your best bet for catching Erika is to just cruise non-stop from 18th to 27th streets on Greenfield, all day and night. She works 24/7 whenever she needs her heroin or crack. Jill ditched the boy she'd been living with for a year-and-a-half and is floating around the trap houses now, and has been between 20th & 24th as of late, as opposed to the stomping grounds she'd had for at least the previous 5 years, which was 10th-to-15th streets.
One of you mentioned a crippled woman named Jen. Jill once told me her name was Jenna, and she has developed quite the limp over the years. Some days it's bad, while other days it's unnoticeable. She's never acted crazy around me, but perhaps that's because she knows I won't give her money for acting crazy. LOL Anyway, that girl you described might or might not be Jilly Bean.
Jill got hit by a car a couple fo weeks ago and dragged for 10 feet. I figure that there is less than a 1% chance that the perpetrator was Milwaukee Street Meat's friend, but the thought has crossed my mind. If you recall, she stole his friend's $140.
Blade Cruiser skulks through Silver City, stalking, peeking, analyzing, then reporting.
Troll Mongo takes pictures of the holes he shoots in.
Soccer Fan mongers on Lincoln Avenue exclusively.
And Double Life almost gets his throat cut.
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08-10-23 02:42 #9427
Jill
Saw Jill recently. Besides the great jackhammer BJ her pussy is nice and wet and stays that way. Gave her the jackhammer dick. Moans the entire time. She loves sex. Looking forward to hitting it again. Originally Posted by TrollMongo
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08-09-23 19:08 #9426
BodyShopper Envy
Bodyshopper, I've been waiting for a post from you. I think it would be only fair of me to take some of your favorites off your hands for a night or two. You have said several times they are going to be the end of you some night, so I'm offering that in your best interest.
Jill I have met but only once. Always look for her but have not had any luck again. Erica sounds like a lot of fun and so does Chella who I think I have now heard mentioned for the first time.
I always wait for your posts because it often gives extra incentive to make the Milwaukee trip and lord knows except for Andrea I've been been finding pretty slim pickings.
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08-09-23 15:44 #9425Oddly I miss those days of pulling up to a cute brunette with her back turned and then turns around and it's Jojo the unibrowed big nose tranny, he would scare the shit out of me and give me a good laugh with the gay drama, RIP little wierdo. Originally Posted by Slapshot
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08-09-23 14:58 #9424
The Greatest Sexual Feat Of My Entire Life: Two Orgasms 90 Minutes Apart, Drug-Free
Baby Jess, blessed art thou among women, and blessed is he who shooteth seed into your face hole.
Beloved Rea, you truly are the divine Mother Of All Cocksuckers.
Erika, you are The Light Of Silver City.
I am a pig. This is all you need to know about Body Shopper, and you have my entire soul summed up in total. I like to have sex with women, as many women as possible. I like to pump my life force into the druggy slores who line our fine streets. They are willing receptacles for a very cheap price, but by serving a high volume of swine, these smart young women can rake in an income that towers over that enjoyed by most of us.
I arrived Monday in Milwaukee, and hit the stroll at around 6:30 pm By and by, I picked up Jill The Great. This illustrious four-eyed prostitute was bouncing merrily along eastbound on the north sidewalk of our beloved Greenfield Avenue, at around 21st street. She wanted 10 up front to buy some drug, and offered her bag with her purse in it as collateral, as Body Shopper doesn't pretend to trust anybody. I agreed. Some black slore came up to me in the 10 minutes I waited and asked me if I'm with Jill. I said, "yes", and this brazen refugee replied by offering her services! I declined, and before I knew it, Jill's curvy ass was back in my vehicle. We repaired to my spot, 20, and Jill proceeded to make me gasp and whimper for 5 or 10 minutes until my filth shot out of my cock. Heaven. She swallowed it. While I was dropping her off, she had me buy her a $1 lighter and a soda at the gas station on 18th & Greenfield. As we exited the vehicle, she dropped her crack and bent over, scouring the pavement in the twilight to find it. I immediately noticed the rock and pointed it out to her. Then, we were approached by drug dealers. They gave her a free sample of their own crack-cocaine in exchange for my phone number. I called their number, to prove that Jill had a phone. After we came out of the store and got back in my vehicle, Jill showed me the rock. I asked how much value that rock has, and Jill replied, "$20".
I went back to my motel room. After 5 hours or so, I drove back into Silver City and hit the stroll. I immediately found Jill again, on 22nd-or-so and Greenfield, north sidewalk. She didn't see me at first, and was on her way to another vehicle. She went and started talking to him while I pulled around the corner. I shouted at her, and she saw Body Shopper and immediately ditched whoever that was. I proceeded to drive her to and fro. Get money she'd left. Get drugs. Etc. Then, we repaired to one of my spots, 25, and she did her pig thing while I gasped, heaved, groaned, and whimpered in ecstasy. After 5 or 10 minutes of that, I shot into Jill's capable face hole. She swallowed all of my filth. This is what Jill lives for .5. Some day, some smart young lady is going to give me a heart attack by sucking me so well, then make off with my wallet and, if she's so bold, my vehicle, as well.
I returned to my motel room and slept.
I awoke the next day with a load brewing. Needing to squirt it into some young mouth, I hit the stroll and came upon none other than the legendary hooker Chella! She introduced herself as "Bella", but when we were about to start the blowjob, I was studying her face and realized it's Chella! I said, "Are you Chella?" She immediately said, "Yes. " She sucked me for probably 10-to-15 minutes. It was a toothy blowjob, but all other aspects of it were cool. She was very sexy as she sucked my cock. I had told her it would be 20 up front, then 10 if I come. Since we drove from spot-to-spot, then I took more time doing this and that, I told her I'll give her 25 up front. She said, "Then 10 more afterward?" I said, "I wasn't planning to; I was planning 5, but sure, I'll do 10, since I'm making you wait. " She happily said, "Okay". So, 25, then 10 afterward. It was around 10:45 am When I squirted into her face. I then drove her around and sat, waiting for her for probably 45 minutes, which I was happy to do, and expressed as much right after our date. I did clarify to her, however, that I'm a $30 trick, and that if I had known I would be spending time taking her around afterward, which I'm happy to do, I would not have paid that $5 fine in the beginning, for making her wait. I assured her that it's all good, though. I like Chella. She has a very pleasant personality. I had turned her down a time or two on Lincoln, and have been aware of her existence for several years, but had never tried her out. She's a legendary slore. She told me that she recently gave her boyfriend a blowjob in a car on the street on 13th & Greenfield in broad daylight, just to force onlookers to see the filthy act. I expressed appreciation for what she and he did, and admiration for her for it. She was giddy and gleeful as she recounted that public sex act.
At one point while Chella and I were behind her house in the alley, I saw a luminosity on the sidewalk at the end of the alley and my eyes became wide. Filled with joy and lust, and thrust into a state of confusion, I was entranced by The Light Of Silver City. My heart started pounding and tears welled up in my eyes. Not unlike the deadlights of Pennywise in "It", the light of the goddess Erika reels you in and takes all of your thoughts away, and you just have to be there in that light! I sputtered a few words, informing Chella that we're going to drive up the alley now since I saw someone I know. She evidently didn't care to come along, as she stated she'll hop out now. She hopped out in a hurry, seeing my crazed and beleaguered countenance, dropping her phone on the concrete as she went. I pushed the gas pedal to the floor and thank my lucky stars that no one was on foot in that alley, because they would have been a goner. When I reached the street, I glanced back and forth in a panic, eventually spotting Erika on the south-east corner of 25th and Greenfield. I forced myself to regain my composure as I softly pulled up to her. She was reading a book as she stood there hooking, bless her soul. She saw me and smiled and hopped in. I informed her that I had just shot into Chella's mouth, so I will not be able to cum, but that I'd give her 20 for 10 minutes of head. She readily agreed to that deal. 20. From the moment her mouth enveloped my then-limp member, this goddess sucked me with the highest level of skill that it is possible for any human to achieve at fellatio. This harlot fellated my member while I groaned and gasped. As she sucked, I told her that she is a goddess. Within one minute, I felt like this blow job would cause me to shoot. At the 11-minute mark, she pumped my fourth load in 16 hours out of me! And only 90 minutes after my previous load squirted into Chella's sweet mouth! So many mouths to feed. While Erika was sucking my cock, I could see the pride on her face. I've noticed this many times while she's sucking my cock. Erika loves sucking big cocks like mine. There isn't a cock she can't handle. In all of her many years on the streets, she has made every shape and size of wiener ejaculate. Erika understands and is comfortable, and even happy, with the fact that her main job in her line of work is making men ejaculate, and that her value as a service woman is the exact degree to which she succeeds at that task. Erika has won, in many cases time and time again, against your wives. While they're enamored with you, or they're otherwise being faithful, you're out there having the time of your life, gasping for dear life while Erika sucks the sperm out of you. You belong to Erika, not to your wife. I then stopped at a gas station on our way back. Someone approached me in the gas station on 43rd & Greenfield, asking if I want to buy crack-cocaine. I declined, obviously. These drug dealers are out of control! Perhaps it's my new hairdo. LOL 10.
The book Erika was reading was "No One Knows" by J. T. Ellison. She'd found the book on the ground on the corner at 22nd & Greenfield that morning, and was already more than 300 pages in. In a very thoughtful and learned manner, she stated that the book is really good so far. Erika lives a great life, the entirety of which is on Greenfield Avenue. Her food, her lodging, her business, her social life, and even her reading materials are on Greenfield Avenue.
Just as quickly as it flared up and blinded me a mere half-hour earlier, The Light Of Silver City faded away and I drove home happy and empty.
Corinna stabs heroin needles into her neck and has many lodged in her neck after they broke off in there.
Rose has a tight, wet pussy.
Duffy has fun bags that you squeeze until your sperm squirts out.
Erin snorts when she laughs, and smokes crack all day long.
Toothless Tabatha gums up your meat stick, then swallows its cream filling just as fast as she can shoot it out of you. "Hello," she coos afterward, smiling.
Body Shopper.
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08-09-23 14:34 #9423
Prophecy: A Divine Temple
I have been having inspired visions lately, and have a prophecy to share with you fine gentle mongers.
Three years from now, a holy temple will be built somewhere in Milwaukee County, possibly right in Silver City. I am The Chosen One, thus the inspiration was given to me from above. I will purchase a building and convert it into:
A) A sanctuary where the prostitutes I consort with can come and sleep, shower, and chill out for as long as they like, free of charge. The most holy prostitutes will have the privilege of sending slores with whom I am unacquainted, and these rough ones will identify themselves at the front door with a secret handshake: ten seconds of fellatio.
B) A meeting hall, where I will give a quarterly speech to a seated group of slores, with the three Holiest seated behind me.
C) A shrine, dedicated to our Fallen Angels.
Photographs of the most upright prostitutes in Silver City will adorn the walls, with the exception of the Shrine, whose walls will be adorned exclusively with pictures of our beloved fallen. The Shrine is the only room I will allow other males in. Prostitutes and Johns alike will use the walls of the Shrine similarly to how the Jews use the wailing wall in Jerusalem. We will look at the photographs on the wall and cry over the loss of those precious Street Angels with whom we've had so many dalliances, and who did God's work until our Lord took them out sooner than we'd have liked. In the same way as fallen police officers or firefighters are memorialized and mourned over after dying in the line of duty, our slores who overdosed or otherwise died young due to the slore lifestyle will be memorialized and mourned over in this holy Shrine.
When I'm not in town, the temple might be manned some nights by a gentle monger with whom I am friends. Other nights, it may be vacant and shuttered.
On the wall when you enter will be a large "W", for Temple Of The Slore.
"If you build it, they will come."
That concludes the Prophecy; now, here is an addendum:
Due to financial restrictions and the imperative to make money off of the building, I will have to either have the building double or triple as one or two money-making businesses (however meager the profits), or restrict the great Temple to one single room or the basement, and use the rest of the edifice for some sort of non-criminal profiteering. I also want to let my family use the building for a variety of purposes, including both temporary lodging and commerce. So, when the time comes, I will balance all of these and more considerations, and move forward in the way most conducive to achieving all of these goals.
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08-09-23 14:12 #9422
Doh
GD it LOL. You are probably right. Maybe one day I'll learn. Originally Posted by VikingPride
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08-09-23 12:09 #9421Hear, hear! Or, like some like to call it, "aspirational commentary". Originally Posted by VikingPride
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Giddit.
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08-09-23 03:05 #9420
Andrea and Locker room talk
Got to see Andrea recently. Thank you to the man that provided info. Andrea has a wet silky smooth mouth that felt amazing but the BBBJ started off kind of lack luster. She kept stopping and restarting a lot, and she wasn't going very deep at all. I thought this was going to be a no go at that moment and thought she was going to start complaining but I was wrong. She repositioned herself and then the BJ got deeper and deeper with no stopping. Maybe she just had to adjust her mouth for the size of my cock? Jk. I don't know but as time went on it got better and deeper and it wasn't too long before I shot a nice load into her wet silky mouth in which she swallowed all perfectly. She is not afraid of cum. Bbbjcimws with no complaints but I typically go longer than the 5 minutes that I lasted so I'm curious if she can go longer without complaining? We'll see. I will repeat nice lady and wet soft mouth. Also, I'd like to add that all my past, present, and future posts here on USASexGuide are 100 percent fictional fantasy. My posts here on USASexGuide is simply just "locker room talk" none of it is actually real. - VikingPride.
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08-09-23 01:47 #9419
I Heart pro Street Angels
I too am being abused. I am being verbally abused by my dog. He stares wickedly at me and then goes on these crazy barking rampages. I think he wants to hurt me because I have fallen on hard times and can no longer afford to buy him treats. I have locked myself in my bedroom most of the time for fear that my dog wants to kill me. It's like being stuck in a cage but with lots more room. Will you kindly make a donation to one of my cash apps so that I no longer have to live in fear and can afford to buy Fido some treats? Ha. Ok so I made that up. Just joshing youz but I'd be willing to bet the farm or at least a 12 pack of PBR (LOL) that she fed you that sob story to get you to feel sorry for her in hopes you would feed her more dough. It worked. Originally Posted by DreamActor
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08-08-23 20:26 #9418
Not my finest hour
I had another odd fantasy the other night, but this one wasn't like any others.
I've only dreamed a few times recently of going down the old boardwalks of Miltown's seedier districts. I used to dream about it a lot, but that was many many years ago. This time as the night was waning on and I was just about to awaken, I saw a lady slowly making her way down the street. She kind of looked crippled at first pass, but I thought "what the hell" and circled around. Sure enough she was doing the stroll and she hopped in. Near 24 G.
Other than the obvious disability she looked alright. Maybe a 4/10, but my scale is getting more generous as the years pile on. W brown hair -maybe 40's? Said her name was Jenn and she wanted to park close by. Said that's a no go, and I took her to a safe distance, which she did not seem to like and got rather agitated. Did the BBBJ and did a decent job for. 3 w / tip. Wanted to be dropped off back where I got her. This is where it got weird.
On the way back she started talking about her living situation, and it wasn't good. Like scary bad. Said she was in a cage almost all day -- I asked "a cage? And she "corrected" to bedroom. Said she was abused, verbally but I got the sense it was more. Then out of nowhere she freaked out and asked "You're not going to hurt me are you Dreamer?" I assured her I wasn't, but then I felt like shit. I gave her the extra. 2 I had on me. She was clinging on my arm for most of the ride back.
I think I'm done dreaming about the SW scene for awhile. This isn't how it used to be, or maybe my standards are just lower than ever, but that really hit hard.
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