14 Haziran 2020

Sweet Sad Memory

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Sweet Sad MemoryAs a young teen gurl i sometimes went to mcdonalds for a quick burger, smallfries and coffee. Always the same order, always the night shift andalways in that same corner, a blind spot from security cameras and most of therest of the place. The lights were always somewhat dimmed at night.I was a “sex worker” but back then I was called a “she-he whore,” hooker, faggot, etc.As i sat nibbling my burger a man in his early twenties walked up, pulledhis rather sizable cock out of his sweat pants and shot a gigantic load of cumall over my burger, my hands and the table. Yeah, he had been edging for a while!I just sat there like a deer in the headlights watching this sudden spectacleunfold – all over the place.Yep, he knew we were hookers and he could read me well.Totally fascinating and awe inspiring; he seemed to have a gallon containerof spunk. spurt after spurt of impossibly large squirt of thick, creamy white man juice erupted from his loins.When he finally finished i suddenly woke from my shock to find his drippingdick approaching my face.I accepted his offering, cleaned his masculinity and sucked the last of thesemen from his cum tube.To even further my approval I licked my hands clean as he watched then continued to nibble my burger, never breaking eye contact.”Another regular date?” I thought, wondering if his pockets were asdeep as his cum tanks.My friend and sister sex worker, let’s call her “Sally,” sat in utter amazementthe whole time until the guy walked away then glibly remarked,”Why do YOU get the special sauce and I don’t?” at which we both giggledlike two silly little bitches. She was older than me but still young. Sally was a real girl but we always teamed up to keep each other safe.We hadn’t been gobbled up by a pimp, thank God. Besides, it was anupper middle class/affluent neighborhood.When the Sun went down the pretenses did too and we had lotsof regular dates, often in their own houses.We were “affiliated” with a *ahem * “very young merchandise” whorehouseon the outskirts of town canlı bahis şirketleri but they let us freelance.Sally kicked my ankle then motioned to the counter. Mister Sweat Pants was the new manager.Hmmm…I guessed his pockets were deep enough to keep me in weedand the occasional nice gift.He was extraordinarily handsome, chestnut brown hair wkith a clean shaven face that advertised, “ALL MAN.” I could almost smell his testosterone evenover the powerful scent of the cum that was overwhelming me.Muscular but not large, like a middle weight boxer.I ate half the burger (plain with pickles) and almost all the fries,waited for Sally to finish her fish sandwich then got up to dump our garbage in the trash can. I wiped the cum off the table with a few napkins.I prowled over to the counter like a cat to ask the manager fora coffee to go since he was obviously waiting for me.We were both ready with notes; his read “Meet me out back at 11:00” andmine read, “We’re prostitutes and we do charge, sorry. and I’m a boy.”We both discretely read and to my relief his face lit up and he nodded YES! with a big smile.Promptly at eleven when his shift ended he ushered us to his van down the street.Sally and I both kept our hands ready to grab for our little hiddenknives; new client, always a possible threat.OMG, he has a comfy cot. A LOVE VAN! “The PIG,” I thought but so was I.He was out of his clothes like a jack rabbit.I had lubed up in the ladies room and was ready so I got naked too.We let him off easy, only took fifty bucks to split up.”First time discount, Sugar,” Sally told him.I lay on my back with my legs up in a cheesecake position as a nowtopless Sally slipped a condom on him. She had big tits while skinnylittle me had A cups. Small but definitely tits.Mr. Manager went in slow and gently. I moaned as his length and girth split me apart, conquering me. My legs wrapped around his waist without any concious command, ankles locked as I surrendered my body and soul to this strong, gorgeous man.Deep, deeper, perabet giriş UNNGH!! All the way in until his pubis was grinding into me,out slightly, back in. He picked me up and propped me onto the large pillowso he could work my tits, my now erect nipples between his fingers ashe kneeded my tits like baker’s dough.I felt the heat and knew the fair skin of my face and upper body were glowingbright red in a passion blush. The look on his face told me he saw it and knewthat he was completely dominating me. A satisfied look of a conquerer, yet good natured, kind and passionate. I instantly loved him.I was lost in surrender; he owned me body and soul.Sally grinned at me with muischief, some envy and shared happiness, watchingthe tough little cookie crumble in this man’s capable hands.I held his muscled arms as he fucked me deep and firmly, increasing the speed and f0rce of his thrusts as Sally kept squeezing more KY jelly on our organs.The way he worked my tits!! He made me feel so WOMANLY and submissive.Gasping and writhing like a snake, my orgasms started.I was born “different,” my male genitals never fully developed and I orgasmedinside like a girl. I was certainly doing it now. Little ones, sliding together and growing, radiating outward to fill my whole body.Moans, gasps, yelps; it had been a long while since I’d felt such abandon, passion,complete and total submission.Penetrationg to the core of my being, gaping my fuck hole wide and deep, the deeptickling wonderful pleasure/pain friction filling me, replacing my thoughts with pure sexuality.I felt his rock hard erection sliding, pressing, milking my milkless but slill sensitive little prostate, my Gspot, bringing me to ecstatic release.His body agaist mine, his heavy breath on my neck, his warmth, the firmnessof his muscular body pressing, rubbing against my softness, the smell of his skin,his arms now at my sides holding his weight. my nipples rubbing, slipping againsthis firm chest wet with sweat, sending electic shocks to join the perabet güvenilir mi still building wave,all of these sensations, smells, sounds crashing, crashing, CRASHING into me…My head threw itself back, my mouth opened wide in a soundless orgasmic scream.My breath seized as my legs stiffened, my body now in total rythmic, orgasmic ripplingconvultion, waves flexing my body from top to bottom, my insides clamped down likeI was in the electric chair, trying to breath, can’t, then it lets me go.Pressurized breath exploding as a deep vowel sound fills the van and the ears of anyone withing twenty feet if it.Pulsing, tightening, I thrash around still in the grip of this uncontrollable energy, clamping, releasing, clamping down on his massive cock until he couldn’thold back anymore.With deep baritone grunting sounds he came, his hardness jumping and pulsing inside me, instinctively pushing his shaft into the cervix that wasn’t there, to fertilizethe ovom than didn’t exist, his sperm trapped in a latex sleeve.He collaped onto me yet kept his full weight off me.Shaking and whimpering, I feel warm and happy, protected and possesed by his powerful, massive body, feeling deep love that I know shouldn’t be; wasn’t there, holding him tightwith arms, legs and soul, wanting to never let go, to make this moment last forever.Tears running from my tightly closed eyes.Sally gently kisses my cheek.Deep, total contentment, happiness, warmth, love; heaven itself.Why does it have to end?Sally teased me for weeks over it and we both giggled and hugged every time.Such happy memories.Marty became a regular. We even kissed, something prostitutes must never do.He gave me weed, alcoh0l, gifts, money. He wasn’t rich and I couldn’t bring myself tobleed his wallet dry.We “dated” twice a week for about a month then one night he was gone.A new manager was there. I asked where Marty was. “He doesn’t work here anymore…miss…”He knew what I was. The knowing, disapproving, hard expression on his face, the waythe two girls at the counter looked away uncomfortably said it all.And st4bbed my heart like raz0r sharp spears.Marty was fired because of me.Sally wasn’t with me that night. I walked home alone, crying.I so wished my Sally was there to hold me………………………….THE END………………………..

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