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

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Okay, so, I’m posted up on my usual corner, no cap, feeling… heavy. Like, literally. My throat is raw, my new tits feel like they’re about to give me a black eye from bouncing all night, and my hair? Girl, don’t even ask. It’s crunchy. I can feel a whole-ass load from some rando two hours ago just chilling in my ponytail, and my pink latex briefs are basically painted on at this point.

This dude rolls up, not even in a car, just walking. He’s got that look, you know? The one that says he heard the tea. He gets right in my space, his eyes dropping to my cleavage. “Heard you swallow,” he says, his voice all gravel. I just nod, flashing my neon gloss. “Yeah. I do.”

He doesn’t even ask for a price. Just unzips, and his dick is right there, already hard. “Prove it, slut.” And I’m like, okay, here we go. I drop to my knees right there against the brick wall, trying to keep my back to it so he doesn’t see the tattoo. But when I lean forward to take him in my mouth, my skirt rides up and I know he sees it. I hear him chuckle. “Fitting.”

I take him deep, trying to focus, but my gag reflex is shot. I can still taste, like, three other guys. He doesn’t care. He just fists my ponytail—the crunchy, cum-stiffened one—and starts fucking my face, hard. I’m gagging for real, tears mixing with my dripping eyeliner. I’m trying to be quiet, but these choked little sounds keep escaping.

He doesn’t warn me. He just groans, his hips stuttering, and I feel the hot pulse hit the back of my throat. I swallow on instinct, but it’s too much. My stomach lurches. I pull back, coughing, some of it dripping down my chin onto my shiny midriff. “Sorry,” I gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “It’s been a long night.”

He’s just zipping up, looking down at me like I’m trash. Which, okay, fair. “Disgusting slut,” he spits, but he tosses a wad of cash at my feet before walking off.

I stay on my knees for a second, catching my breath. I can feel the cum in my stomach churning, threatening to come back up. I’m so full. But as I pick up the money, I see another car slowing down. The driver’s looking right at me. I force a smile, lick the stray drop off my lip, and give my ass a little shake against the wall. One more load. I can handle one more.