The next John was a Hispanic man. He had a decent build, a slight belly but not overly so. He was about average in the looks category though, and he would have blended in with much of our Hispanic community.
He had a smell of oil and tar on him, probably a road construction worker, and the smell of sweat also clung to him, blending together to create a less than optimal odor. Once I got used to it, it wasn't so bad.
He looked to be in his 30s, black hair stiff and in a bit of disarray. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, driving an older, beat up car.
We went around the corner, and I unzipped his pants, fishing around in his underwear for his penis.
Unlike the last guy, he did not try to touch me, but sat there, tense, staring straight ahead.
I am unsure if he was nervous, or just had very good stamina, because it took about 10 minutes before I could get him to cum in my mouth.
He spoke little, and made little noise when he finally came.When I asked for the money, he handed me a $20, then started to drive me back.
"What the fuck is this? I told you, $100!"
"I'm sorry, I only have twenty. I didn't expect it to be so expensive. None of the other girls are."
Is it rape if you don't pay a prostitute (yes, I have heard this joke but not only in normal conversation)?
I yelled and screamed at him, threatened him, even tried to jerk his wheel to crash his car (it wasn't that far away, so we weren't exactly hurrying, and it wasn't long before he was rid of me).
He took it calmly until we got back to the corner, then, when I refused to get out until he paid me the rest of my money, opened the door and shoved, hard. I landed on the pavement, and once I was back up, it was too late. He had already driven off.
Trust me, I was pissed. It's about more than just the money.
I think I scared a couple of people off before I finally threw up my hands and told myself to forget it, to just get over it and get more clients.
The next client came, an old man, in his 40s, most of his hair gone. He looked me over through his thick glasses, then opened his door.
I got in and he drove me further down, under a bridge. No concern, this time I collected the money up front.
He had me lay down in the back seat, then pulled off my panties. He settled on his heels in front of the open door with my legs hanging off the edge of the seat.
He ran his hands over my legs and through the top of my skirt, rubbing my stomach.
He then brought his hands back down and started rubbing my inner thighs. He didn't massage, just rubbed.
He then moved further down, taking off my shoes. Once my shoes were off, he started rubbing my toes, one by one, between his fingers, through my socks. I started to wonder if he would burst out into the "little piggies" thing.
Removing my socks, he started sucking on my toes, one by one. This was an odd sensation, since I had never had this done to me. I let out giggles and the occasional laugh as he tickled my feet, unintentionally, but my feet are ticklish none the less.
Then, he started licking me. I do not mean like a sweet, gentle, playful lick, but more like a dog greeting his owner. This guy was definitely odd. He licked my legs all the way up, until he reached the hem of my skirt, then stopped.
My skirt was lifted until my pussy and fur was completely exposed. He then started rolling up my blouse, little by little, and continued the licking as he had done lower down.
Eventually, he reached my bra. He paused for a minute, just staring at me, looking me over from my hair all the way down to my now naked toes.
He then rolled it higher, until he could no longer roll more, all bunched around my armpits.
Then, he proceeded with his licking, running his hands over my stomach while he licked.
Lifting me slightly, he reached around and under my back and undid my bra in a single, quick motion. Pushing it up, my breasts were freed from their restraints.
Placing one hand over my nipple, he pushed my left breast up, then started licking the bottom of my breast, working around to the sides, then the top. He then repeated this for my right breast, lick bottom, lick side, lick opposite side, lick top. Until then, the only contact he had with my nipple was where his hand had touched it, without teasing or pleasing.
Now that my breasts were covered in his saliva, he moved back up so he could look down on me. Each hand cupped a breast, with my nipples between the middle and ring finger on each. His hands started gently squeezing each breast while his fingers arched upward, tugging my nipples with them, until they were completely stiff.
Mouth coming down, he licked, first one nipple, then the other, back to the first, lick, lick, lick.
His mouth formed an O and he placed it around my nipple, surrounding it without touching, before he started sucking, running his wet tongue over the top, up and down, back and forth. With my nipples stretched as much as they would go from the suction of his mouth, and his tongue running over them, as he alternated from side to side, I felt a tingle rush through me and could feel myself getting wet.
He worked my nipples over for about 5 more minutes before moving up to my face (No, he didn't lick my face).
He kissed me, with the passion of an ardent lover, tongue probing me, breath sickly sweet. His tongue entwined with mine as his hands ran along my body, running along the length of me, except my pussy.
He left my lips, my mouth, and moved down. He placed his face against my fur, drawing in deep breaths through his nose, sniffing my pubic hair. Moving down further, he repeated this, putting his nose right next to my pussy, smelling my wetness. He then started licking again, around the outside of my labia majora before moving inward.
He then licked right above my hood, lifting again and moving down to my perineum, then licked up, along my slightly parted pussy lips.
So enthralled was I, that I forgot what I was there for, and wanted him to take me, to plunge himself inside me.
Tongue licking, moving, it reached my labia minora. He first licked, then sucked the lips into his mouth, stretching out my inner pussy lips as far as they would go, sucking them into his mouth where his tongue explored them, tasting even more of me.
Once he has thoroughly sucked and licked my inner lips, he moved up towards my hood, parting it with the tip of his tongue, then gave my quivering clit a workout. More sucking and licking, with my moan rising and my torso moving of its own accord, pushing into him, grinding his face.
Then his tongue moved down, away from my clit, between my inner lips, to push itself inside my hungry, wet pussy. It moved around the outer area of my vagina, then went in as deep as it could reach. I wanted more inside me, more, more.
He stopped, backing up, to see me quivering before him, shaking as my body reacted to his touches.
Fortunately, he did not forget what be paid for. He pulled out his rock hard penis, then straddled my ribs, putting his penis between my breasts and squeezing my breasts around his shaft, with just his head poking through the top. Moving back and forth, he started thrusting between my breasts as I tried to catch the tip of his head in my mouth each time a thrust brought it into range. I say tried because it was rather awkward, my tongue lolling out, attempting to lick the head, as my mouth bobbed this way and that, as if a fish trying to catch an elusive worm.
Spitting a couple times and rubbing it over his penis, he was able to keep himself lubricated while he continued thrusting, until he exploded, cumming in my open mouth, up my nose, some even landing on my forehead and hair.
He stepped back and pulled up his pants, straightening himself up, and when he noticed I had not moved, told me I should probably get dressed again.
Snapped back to reality, I put myself back in order. He drove me back to my corner, then left. Thinking about what he did, the slightly gross feel of his licking, yet the arousal he sprung in me when he licked the right areas, I was unprepared when my next client pulled up, wanting sex instead of a blow, and willing to pay my full asking price. I wish I wasn't as turned on, because the next client is the reason I have never done this again.
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