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

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Okay, so there I am, leaning against the brick wall on 8th, trying to catch my breath. My throat is burning, low-key feels like I’ve been gargling battery acid, no cap. The night’s been… extra. Like, three separate groups of finance bros who all wanted to ‘test the rumor’ kind of extra. My hair’s still wet and sticky in my ponytail, and I can feel some dude’s load, probably from like an hour ago, cooling on my thigh-high. Sheesh.

This guy pulls up in a beamer, window down. He’s got that look. “Hey, Slut,” he calls out, his eyes glued to my chest. I mean, these new tits are basically a neon sign. I force a smile, push off the wall, and my latex briefs make that gross squeak against the brick. “Looking for some company?” I ask, my voice all raspy.

He gets out, already undoing his belt. “Heard you swallow.” It’s not a question. I just nod, dropping to my knees right there in the gutter. My knees are killing me, but the pavement’s the least of my problems. I unzip him, and his dick springs out, already hard. I don’t even wait, I just take him in my mouth, deep, trying to get it over with. The taste of my own puke from earlier is still kinda there, mixing with the salty pre-cum. I’m gagging a little, my eyes watering, which is probably making my eyeliner run even more. Iconic look, I’m sure.

He doesn’t warn me. He just grabs the back of my head, fingers tangling in my semen-crusted ponytail, and starts fucking my throat. Hard. I can’t breathe, tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I’m just trying to relax my jaw. He groans, “Take it, you filthy whore,” and then I feel it—the hot, bitter pulse hitting the back of my throat. I swallow on reflex, once, twice, but my stomach just… rebels. It’s too much.

I pull back, choking, and the last of his cum spills out of my mouth, dripping onto my already ruined midriff top. I’m heaving, trying not to puke all over his shoes. “Sorry,” I gasp, wiping my neon-pink lips. “It’s just… been a lot tonight.” He just zips up, looks down at me with this mix of disgust and satisfaction, and tosses a crumpled bill at my feet. “Worth every penny, Slut,” he says, and gets back in his car. I pick up the money, my hand shaking. One more load. I did it. But as I watch his taillights disappear, all I can think is, Big yikes. I need to go home.