My Steamy Story: A cheap trashy streetwalker prostitute s...

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Okay, so full tea? I was posted up on my corner, my feet killing me, my mouth still tasting like the last three dudes. My shift was basically over, my vibe was 'please god let me go home,' and then this guy pulls up. Total main character energy, acting all boujee like he's too good to be here. He hits me with the, "What's your body count?" and I just...oof. I was low-key embarrassed, which is rare for me. I'm like, 'Do you think I'm a slut?' trying to play it off. And this man, no cap, goes, "You look like a cheap whore, especially with that lipstick." Sheesh. Harsh. But honestly? I thanked him for the honesty. I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a liar.

Then I see it. The bulge in his pants. This man was getting hard from calling me names. The plot twist! I touched his crotch through his jeans and he swore at me, but his dick jumped under my hand. I laughed and was like, "You love sluts, don't you?" He got all serious, demanding my number. I tried to change the subject to anal, but he called me a skank and insisted. So I spilled. "Over 340 since I started." His eyes went wide and he yelled, "You're such a cheap slut!" And bestie...my pussy got wet. I begged him to say it again.

He asked if I'd swallowed any loads tonight. I just leaned in and was like, "Kiss me and find out." My breath probably smelled like straight-up cum, no lie. He didn't even flinch. We stumbled into the alley, his tongue in my mouth, my hands fumbling with his belt. I got his dick out—it was thick and already leaking—and started stroking him. He grabbed my hair, his voice all rough. "Gag reflex?" I looked up at him, my bright pink lips wrapped around the tip. "I'll warn you if I need to puke," I promised, and then I took him all the way down my throat.

He paid me, then he just...unleashed. Started fucking my face, calling me a cheap slut with every thrust. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, my eyes watering, but I took it. I was gagging, slobbering everywhere, the sounds were so obscene. He was moaning, "You dirty pig, take it," and I was in heaven. Then I heard a whistle. I opened my tear-filled eyes and saw a couple of other guys had wandered into the alley, watching, waiting their turn. And honestly? The night was looking up again.