A night on the corner

Another story that is based on my real life experience. I thought getting quick money to buy things by selling myself would be easy. I guess I didn't understand the risks.

The original posts can be found:
A night on the corner
A night on the corner, more clients
A night on the corner, the last client

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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.

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.

The last client was moderately decent looking, either late 30s or early 40s. The car was decent, and his outfit was the business casual type. When he asked me what my rate was for sex, he seemed slightly taken aback when I gave him my price, but after a few moments of thought, he agreed.

It seemed ideal. He seemed to be middle class, and I could have imagined him being one of my lovers, so, already turned on, I was more than eager to make love to him.

We went to a nearby hotel, you know the kind, pay by the hour, not by the night.

He seemed nice enough, if a little touchy, grabbing my ass a couple times on our way up the stairs to the second story. He gave me a hand as we walked up, opened the door for me to enter, the softly closed the door.

Sadly, that is where the nice ruse ended.

Immediately upon closing the door, he pulled the back of my blouse, hard, causing the buttons to rip off and my blouse to rip open, jerking me backwards and causing me to suddenly cry out in fright. He continued pulling until my blouse was gone, ripped off of me.

He grabbed my arm and flung me to the bed in the room. Over my shouts demanding to know what he was doing, to stop it, to let me up, to leave me alone, he continued ripping my clothes off. He grabbed my bra in front and pulled, scratching me with his fingernails, breaking the back clasp, stretching the straps until their clasps broke, then threw it across the room.

He slapped me, growling at me to shut up. I screamed, and he hit me across the chin, and I could feel my vision swim before me, the lights dimming slightly before coming back into focus.

He then started tugging at my skirt, not bothering to try to undo it, not even bother trying to pull it off normally, but instead ripped it off me, much like my shirt. He then ripped off my panties, the sides cutting into me until the fabric finally parted, ripping.

Finally, he pulled my shoes and socks off. I lay there, naked before him, him panting in brutal lust, me panting in fear.

Reaching down, he grabbed my nipples, pulling hard, causing me to scream again. Slap, and I stopped screaming. He then started hitting my breasts, slapping them so hard I could hear it. I felt like throwing up, but he kept on, brutally.

He forced my legs apart, then entered me, dry. I screamed again and he punched me, right in the stomach.

Breathless, I couldn't suck in air to feed my lungs, let alone to scream again. He rammed himself in me, over, and over, and over, until I could feel him shutter, cumming inside me. All together, it lasted only a few minutes, but seemed to last forever. I could feel my face getting puffy, my breasts tender and sore, my pussy  hurting. He then wormed his fingers into my already aching pussy, pushing them in, all the way up to his knuckles, ramming them in over and over, feeling almost like he was hitting my pussy with a fist. Over and over, until I was openly weeping, then, penis hard again, he put it back in me and started the pounding again.

This time he kept on for longer, pausing when it seemed he was close, slapping my breasts, and my face when I was too loud. At last, he finished again, this time pulling himself out and cumming on my stomach and breasts.

Throwing down the money on the bed, he dressed, cleaned himself a bit and left, leaving me on the bed, his cum on me, inside me, drying, tears rolling down my cheeks, not quite a full throated sob.

Gathering up my clothes, I tried to put the tatters on me, tried to cover myself up with what was left of my once sexy little outfit. Hiding at every car, every sound, every shift of light, I made my way back to my car, driving home.