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

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Okay, spill the tea, bestie. So there I was, on my usual corner, the streetlight making my slutty little outfit and these extra-large, ridiculous silicone tits glow. My hair was still sticky from the last group, and I could taste the night on my tongue, you know? I was low-key feeling like a used cumrag, but a girl's gotta eat. This car pulls up, window rolls down, and this dude just yells, "Hey, Slut!" right at me. Period. My tattoo felt like it was burning on my lower back. Oof.

I put on my best smile, all neon-pink lips, and sauntered over, my thigh-high boots clicking. "Looking for a good time?" I purred, leaning in so he could get a full view of the cleavage. My stomach was churning, high-key queasy from swallowing god knows how many loads tonight. He just smirked and got out, already reaching for his belt. "Heard you swallow." It wasn't a question. I just nodded, my heart doing a little sink. "Yeah," I said, my voice a little raspy. "I'm the girl."

He didn't even haggle. Just pushed me against the grimy wall, his hands rough on my ass, his fingers tracing the "SLUT" tattoo. I flinched, but turned my head, offering my mouth. "You're a filthy fucking whore, aren't you?" he grunted, shoving his dick past my lips. It was thick, and my gag reflex was already shot. I just closed my eyes and sucked, focusing on the rhythm, the salty pre-cum, the way his balls slapped my chin.

I could feel my own pussy getting wet, which is so messed up, but the shame just makes it hotter sometimes. He fucked my face hard, his grip in my ponytail tight. "Gonna paint your throat, you greedy bitch," he groaned. And he did. No warning, just a hot, pulsing flood down my gullet. I swallowed on instinct, but my stomach lurched. I had to pull back, coughing, a little drip of it on my chin. "Sorry," I mumbled, wiping it with the back of my hand. "Long night."

He just zipped up, threw some cash at my feet, and left. I slid down the wall, catching my breath. I could feel the cum sloshing inside me, and I knew I was gonna puke it all up in the alley before I could even think about going home. Another night, another 300 to add to the count. Sheesh. What a life.