My Steamy Story: on a street corner where many whores sel...

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Okay, so, full tea? I’m posted on my corner, feeling absolutely wrecked. My new extra-large silicone tits are like two boujee beach balls under this cheap latex top, and my hair is still crunchy from… earlier. No cap, I’ve swallowed so much cum tonight I can literally taste it when I burp, which is not the vibe. I’m high-key wondering if my stomach’s gonna rebel if I take one more load.

This guy pulls over, total ‘main character energy’ in his dumb little car. He rolls down the window and just goes, “Heard you’re the swallowing slut.” Oof. Sheesh. The rizz on him, right? I just give him my best tired smile, my neon pink lipstick probably smeared, and I’m like, “That’s me, bestie. What’s your pleasure?”

He gets out, already groping himself through his pants, and pushes me against the brick wall. I try to keep my back to it so he doesn’t see the ‘SLUT’ tattoo, but he’s already spinning me around. “Let me see it,” he grunts, and his thumb is rubbing over the letters on my lower back before I can even blink. I feel my pussy get wet anyway, which is so fucked up, but the money’s the money.

He’s fumbling with his belt and my hand replaces his, pulling out his dick. It’s thick and already leaking. I’m on my knees in the gutter, the asphalt biting through my latex briefs, and I take him in my mouth. The taste of my own glossy lipstick mixes with the salty pre-cum. I’m trying to focus, using my tongue, but my throat is so sore. I’m gagging a little, tears mixing with my dripping eyeliner.

He doesn’t even warn me. He just grabs my ponytail—the one with the dried streaks in it—and rams his cock all the way down. I can’t breathe. My eyes are watering, and I’m making these pathetic gurgling sounds. He groans, “Yeah, take it, you filthy slut,” and then I feel it—the hot, salty pulses hitting the back of my throat. I have to swallow fast, again and again, but there’s so much. It’s overflowing. I can feel some drip out of my lips, down my chin, probably adding to the mess on my top.

He pulls out with a wet pop, and I’m left kneeling, gasping, trying not to puke. I look up at him, cum definitely on my face, and manage a weak, “So… was that good?” He just zips up, tosses some cash at my feet, and says, “Told you you were a slut.” As he drives off, I’m just there, finally letting myself gag for real, spitting into the gutter, thinking, One more down. Three-hundred-and… fuck, I lost count. Time to go home.