A night on the corner

I stood on the dimly lit corner, short skirt, sleeveless, button-up blouse almost as long as my skirt, in high heels.

A car pulled up to the corner.

"How much for a blow?"

"A hundred bucks."

"A little steep, don't you think?"

"If you don't want it, you can go find someone else further down who can match your money."

"Ok, hop in."

He opened the door to his car.

See, one time I needed money, and, not knowing how to get some quick, I decided to go to our best known "hooker" area and get some fast.

Given my age, and the fact that I had a nice body and didn't look like a strung out whore or a guy in drag, I was able to charge more. The going rate at the time was closer to $20, at least from what I was told. Before I decided to try, I found a prostitute and "hired" her. We drove around the corner, back into a residential area. She was very surprised to say the least that here was a young girl hiring her.

When we got there, she told me to get in the back seat and take off my pants. Of course, I told her no. I was not here to be serviced by a hooker. I can find a willing guy pretty much any time I wanted, and a couple willing girls who I could easily arrange things with. I wanted information.

We talked for a while, and about the 15 minute mark, she said she needed to get back. I gave her another $20 and we continued talking.

She told me what to do, how a John would approach, and what to look out for. She told me the going rate for oral, anal, and vaginal sex, but told me it was not worth doing more than oral since it took longer, and you could not just go around the corner to do it, which meant wasted time.

After a few more tips, I drove her back and found a place to park. I changed into my skirt and blouse, donned my heels, and walked to a different corner further down.

At first, I noticed a couple cars slow down, as if interested, but then they drove off. The next one stopped, asked how much, gave a sardonic laugh, and left.

I guess number 4 was my lucky number that night.

I got in his car and told him to drive around the corner, where the other prostitute took me. He was an older man, bits of grey showing in his hair, and looked like he needed a shave. He was slightly overweight, and a bit ugly, but was not intimidating.

He wore slacks and a button up shirt, the shirt unbuttoned, showing a sweat stained white, with a slightly yellow cast, T-shirt underneath. If he wore a tie, it was no where to be seen.

"Money up front, or I walk."

He handed me a hundred, but then started talking. I gave him my name, and we exchanged a little bit more information.

I moved my hand over his pants while we talked, and unzipped them slowly.

Once I started reaching down the front of his now unzipped pants, trying to get inside his underwear and pull out his penis, he went very silent.

I worked at his underwear until his penis was relieved from its captivity. By now it was already very hard and standing proudly.

He was slightly below average, about five or five and a half inches, but he was straining all of it for all it was worth. I gave him a smile and brought it to my mouth.

I started by licking his head before bringing the rest of his shaft all the way into my mouth. He mumbled an apology.

"Sorry, if I knew that it was someone like you, I would have washed first and used some cologne."

He had the smell of sweat, even heavier in his groin, but not the overpowering stench of an unwashed body. His smell was more the usual, hot day in constricting underwear type.

I sat back up and looked him in the eyes.

"It is fine."

Giggling a little as he flushed, I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips. He reacted more with surprise than anything, then gave in to the kiss. As his kiss started getting more ardent, I leaned back again.

"That is not what you paid for."

I leaned back down, burying my head in his lap, taking his penis back into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, then closed my mouth tight around his shaft and started bobbing up and down on him, dirty little sucking sounds coming out when air would leak in around the sides of my mouth.

I stopped and sat back up when he started to speak again.

"Do you mind if...touch you?" He gulped.

I unbuttoned three rows in the middle and guided his hand into my blouse, then leaned back down and started sucking him off again.

At first his fingers explored my bra, before finally venturing down the top to discover my breasts and nipples. He started running his fingers over my nipple, back and forth, stimulating it.

My movement started to match the movement of his hands, under my bra, as he teased my now hard nipple.

His hand reached down my breast, trying to work it out of the bra. Reaching up with my own hand, I undid the top buttons so that the shirt no longer obstructed him exploration.

He pushed my bra down, exposing my breast completely, then ran his finger over my breast, exploring the top, the bottom, the sides.

Eventually his roving hand got braver. He shifted himself over, leaning to the side, and moved his hand down to the bottom of my skirt.

Bringing his fingers up along my inner thigh, he eventually came to the wet panties between my legs.

He poked and prodded the outside of my panties, pushing them against my slit, slightly penetrating my pussy with his fingers and the fabric of my panties.

He exploded, cumming into my mouth.

I sat up, pulled up my bra, and buttoning up my shirt. He looked so sad, like he wanted to do more.

"Got another hundred?"

"Sorry, that is all I had. I didn't expect to be with someone so expensive."

He took me back to the corner as I requested, dropped me off and drove away. I almost felt sorry for him, and was wondering if I should have done more. But, as recommended by the prostitute, I tried to keep myself calm and cold and professional.

I waited around, as before, with men either driving off without stopping (my age can be a problem here...) or men unable or unwilling to pay my asking price.

Eventually, I got my second John for the day.