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Prostitute Stories: Drunk Horny MatureI used to live in an area with with 3 small cities all within a 20 to 30 minute drive from each other. Each city had it’s own track, each track with it’s own personality. I’m in the northern most city driving around in the hood this place is always hit or miss but I’ve had some great experiences up here in the past and I’m hoping tonight is going to pay off also. I’ve been driving around in the same circle for about an hour before I finally see something promising. I pass a side street just off the track I thought I saw a woman (then again I’m always thinking I see a woman) I’m going to circle around just to make sure.I pull on to the side street and there she is. It’s completely empty except for this woman standing in the middle of the street. She appears to be pulling open the neck of her shirt and looking down as if she lost something in there. I pull over, park, and get out the car, I stand there trying to figure out what she’s doing. She seems to be having trouble keeping her balance. She turns her head, after realizing I’ve been staring at her, she faces me and smiles. She’s extremely skinny her clothes are just hanging off her body. Now that I get a better look I can see she’s an older woman probably late 50s maybe even 60’s. She’s got a wrinkly worn face and looks as if she smells like cigarettes. In short she’s not hot, she’s not the kind of woman anyone in their right mind would be turned on by. She starts walking towards me, she runs her hand through her hair, her other hand clutching a bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag. It’s a slow, sexy walk. When I say sexy I really mean hollywood sexy. It’s an exaggerated walk like how an actress in a play would walk if the director told her to look sexy. None the less it’s working, it’s got my attention.“Hey you. What are you looking at?”“I saw you standing in the middle of the street looking down your shirt. What are you looking at?”She starts laughing hard. “You’re funny”. She didn’t answer my question. She walks right up to me and d****s her arms around my neck. She’s staring me in the eye, she reeks of booze.“You’re a black guy but that’s ok.” What the fuck is that supposed mean!? Fucking drunk bitch . . “I like black guys. My husband was black”Oh Ok maybe she’s not so bad after all. Actually she’s being very flirty, she leans her body on to mine and I put my hand on her hips.“You guys get divorced?”“No . . .” She starts running her hand up and down the back of my neck. “He’s dead.” She leans in and kisses me hard and deep, her tongue sliding all the way into my mouth. I can taste the booze tuzla escort . . . my dick gets hard.I move my hands down grabbing her ass she she starts breathing heavy. We stand there making out against my car for what seemed like forever. She made several attempts to blow me getting down on her knees in the street and unbuckling my pants before I stop her. I stopped her not because I was shy but because I knew that police sometimes patrol the neighborhood. She starts getting frustrated.“What are you stopping me for? Come on let me taste it”. You the reader have probably passed someone on the streets like this plenty of times. You’re either annoyed by them, repulsed by them, or you feel sorry for them. That’s because you’re a normal person, reacting like most normal people do. Me I see a woman like that and the only thing I can think is I bet if I just stopped and said hi to her she would fuck me . . . and I was right. I talked her into going to a motel up the road all the while she kept asking me to play some music asking if I had some Marvin Gaye. This was before spotify, before itunes, and before the iphone so no I didn’t. We stop at a gas station to pick up some more booze then head off to the motel. She barely waited a second for me to walk through the door before she drunkenly, sloppily, pushed me on the bed, got on her knees and started yanking at my belt buckle. She pulled my jeans and underwear down to my ankles in one swoop then dropped her open face onto my fully erect dick. Amazingly she somehow managed to strip completely naked while sucking me off never once letting my cock leave her lips. Once she was naked she began to give me what I still to this day describe as the most amazing blowjob I’ve ever had.She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my entire shaft sealing her lips around me like a vacuum, her cheeks collapsing, pulling at my head hard. What was so amazing about this blowjob was Rose’s clear love for sucking dick. Oh BTW did I mention that her name was Rose? Well that’s the name she gave me. Anyway I’ve had blowjobs from literally hundreds of women It’s easy to tell when someone’s faking or not interested and when someone’s being genuine. Rose was truly truly enjoying this she was moaning and rolling her eyes. My absolute favorite thing she would do is every few minutes she’d pause, smack her lips, sit up and just stare at my dick. She would grab it tight by the base and yank down on it so hard it hurt, pulling my flesh tight and forcing my cock to stiffen to the point it felt like it would burst through the skin. She would stare at it glistening, licking her tuzla escort bayan lips as if she was savoring the moment. Sometimes she would do this while taking a swig of beer, then hungrily dive back in spilling beer from her mouth onto my crotch, lap, and stomach. She was clearly getting more drunk. I’d watch her do this over and over again her head twisting and bobbing, jostling her long stringy brown hair around. The more beer she spilled on me the more she started resembling a mop wiping a wet floor.Rose has been sucking me off for what I’m guessing must have been 15 or 20 minutes masterfully edging me, almost sensing when I was about to cum and then pulling back. I attempted twice to raise up and get ready to fuck her but she wasn’t having it the first time pushing me back down and continued sucking away. The second time I tried talking to her.“Come on I’m ready to fuck you.”“What are you rushing for? Relax”.“Girl you’re going to make me cum before we even get started.”“So what you can go again right? We have the whole night”.“Yea I can go again but I want to fuck first”.“Well I want your cum”.“Yea but . . . “She ignored me dove for my cock and started sucking, furiously tugging on my head. I tried to stop her but she pinned me by the wrists and continued to work me hard with her mouth. I was holding on for dear life trying to fight the inevitable. It was no use my hips started quivering and she knew she was about to get what she wanted. She swallowed me deep and I unloaded in her mouth with her eyes shut tight and her brow furrowed. She sucked me dry until she got every last drop, even milking me with her hand once I’d gone limp. She stood up licking her fingers clean while staring at me gleefully with what I can only describe as a look that was somewhere between satisfaction and “I told you so”. She grabbed her beer and headed towards the bathroom with her head thrown back, guzzling it down until the bottle was empty. She dropped it on the floor, stepped inside and turned on the shower.About 10 minutes later she stammers out with her hair soaked and a tiny white towel wrapped around her. She reaches for another beer and cracks it open leans back and sucks down half the bottle. She stumbles over to me grabs the back of my head and kisses me hard on the lips then she flops down on the bed and immediately passes out. It’s just as well she drained the life out of me anyway. I curled up next to her and took a nap.I woke up a few hours later with a raging boner she was still sleeping. I tried to wake her gently stroking my finger across her arm, caressing her hips, gently kissing escort tuzla her shoulder. No good she was passed out snoring. Ok fuck all this gentle stuff. I shook her by the shoulder and she turned over her eyes shot open.“What? Oh it’s you why did you wake me?”Me being all polite, “Look I hate to wake you up like this but you’re lying there naked and . . .”“Yea ok I get it, and stop lying you’re not sorry about shit. You know what I’m here for I aint no fucking sunday school teacher. If you want it then come get it.”She turned over and got on all fours. She barely finished her sentence before I was deep inside of her.“There you go that’s it”! She bowed her head and held her hands together, it almost looked as if she was praying until you’d hear her occasionally shout “Fuck It!”. I slammed into her until I was too tired to keep going. She told me to get on my back and began to ride me, several times letting me know she was about to cum and each time failing. This didn’t stop her from trying over and over again though. Finally she gave up trying, rose up off of me, ripped the condom off and told me she wanted another load. Like before she jerked, she sucked, she savored for several minutes until she got what she wanted. Once again she swallowed every last drop then she climbed back into bed, grabbed my arms and wrapped them around her and we both fell asleep. In the morning we got dressed, I asked her for her phone number and she said she didn’t have a phone at the moment. Fuck! I scribbled my number down on a piece of paper and handed it to her knowing she would never call.We walked out to the parking lot and I asked if she needed a ride. She grabbed me by the shirt pulled me toward her and kissed me long and hard I grabbed her ass and she started moaning.When she finally stopped she looked me in the eye, “Nah it’s ok I can walk home from here, but hey can you give me some cash I’m gonna stop at the liquor store down the street”. I pulled out my wallet and gave her $40 she looked at me stunned. Then grabbed me and started kissing me again. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this you know.” I told her it was ok. This almost sounds like a sweet moment but it wasn’t. For her it was never about the money she genuinely wanted to come back to my room that night. She wasn’t a hooker just a horny drunk looking for a good time and I realized that so I actually gave her less than I would have given an actual hooker. So no that moment wasn’t sweet. I was being a fucking asshole, a cheapskate because I knew I could get away with giving her less. This hobby is expensive and back then I would cut corners where I could, a habit I no longer practice (karma’s a bitch). I turned to see the hotel manager staring at me in disgust I flipped him the bird, got in my car, and drove off. Rose never called me.-h123
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