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Chapter 17 – THE STREETS OF SAN FRANCISCO
I’ve never understood what the relationship between the body and the mind might be. When does the body take over decision making or when the mind maintains control of decision making? But, what I do know is my body was taking control of my thought processes.
It may have been because I ovulating, or it may have been because I was experiencing nearly non-stop sex with one partner after another. But, in either case, my body was craving sex; not just for pleasure, but for reproduction. My body wanted sperm which in turn meant that my mind was craving it too.
A naïve side of me actually thought that with my new found career, I had a financial means to more than support myself and a life I could bring into the world. I didn’t care if I got pregnant, because in a short window of time it was what I wanted.
I knew it was too late to consider who might father a child with me, because that fate may have already been decided. All my body wanted was to be fucked more to ensure the fertilization of an egg that felt it had a destiny.
Dipper gave me a grin and said, “I think you deserve what you’re asking. Who am I to argue, I’m just lucky to have you as one of my girls. You can quit on me at any time, I just hope that you don’t.”
I said, “I’ve barely started with you. Don’t worry, I don’t plan on quitting any time soon.”
He didn’t say anything more and I walked past him into the bedroom.
Marquise and Kevin had already enjoyed my body, but now I had a new unknown guest. No one had bothered introducing him to me, but names really didn’t mean anything. He was black and new which was good enough for me.
I walked right up to him and asked, “Do you like my body?”
He just grinned. He wasn’t much of a talker.
I took his hand and walked him to one of the beds. I lay on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. I reached down and started fingering myself. My pussy was dripping wet. I said, “Eat my pussy and fuck me. Cum inside me. I want you all to cum inside me.”
He dropped to his knees and dove in. I started to close my eyes to enjoy his tongue and then opened them. I wanted to watch him pleasure me. I wanted to watch them all pleasure me.
I reached back and grabbed a pillow so I could prop myself up so I could comfortably watch him lap at my pussy. Watching him turned out to be a total turn on and it brought be to a wonderful orgasm.
The gushing of my pussy was an obvious queue to him that I was ready to be fucked. He stood to drop his pants. Like the others, he wore sweats. The others were not wearing the same sweats as they wore the night before. They would tell me later, they always wore sweats when they went whoring.
He also wore a leather fanny pack that he removed before dropping his sweats. He revealed his cock which was hard, uncircumcised and ready to fuck me. He pushed his cock inside me and as he did I wrapped my around his ass drawing him fully inside me.
He held himself there and I said, “Fuck me. I like it hard.”
And the show began. He did just as I asked. Turned out, despite the severe pounding that he was able to give me, he seemed to be slightly bashful fucking in front of the others, which was a good thing for me because he couldn’t cum.
Thirty minutes later I was drenched in sweat and he was still giving it to me fast and hard. After the quickies I had throughout the day, the pounding was satisfying and just what I needed. I finally released with an orgasm during the act of fucking.
My entire body flexed and I could see my body turn beet red as the orgasm hit. I stopped watching so I could close my eyes and enjoy the intensity of ecstasy. Even with his bashfulness, my reaction was enough to finally bring himself to a climax. I could feel his cum pumping inside me. His flow was warm and plentiful. I was thankful that I started with him.
He removed his cock and when he did I could feel cum dripping down my ass. But Marquise gave me no time to pause. He was plunging his dick inside me within 30 seconds of the unknown dick leaving me. And he opted to follow my instructions and he pounded me as hard as the first.
But, Marquise was not bashful about fucking in front of others. He had already proven that to me. He was fucking me to give me exactly what I asked for: a pussy full of cum.
As he fucked me, my pussy made farting sounds as he plunged with full length thrusts. It only took him a few minutes and he was adding to the cum that was already overflowing from my pussy. He pulled out of me and it was Kevin’s turn to perform.
Like Marquise, he went straight to work. And like Marquise, it only took a few minutes before he was pumping more life into me. It was Dipper’s turn.
I thought he would take up position at the edge of the bed like the others, but he didn’t. Instead he grabbed the pillows from the other bed and brought them to the head of my bed.
He stacked the pillows and climbed to the head of the bed and used them so he could prop himself upright.
He said, “Come here Vanessa.” I turned casino şirketleri over and crawled up next to him.
He grabbed my body and rolled me onto his lap so my back was against his chest. I spread my legs and I looked down at his erect cock. His cock was so big, looking down it looked like I had a cock.
He said, “Go ahead, put it inside you.”
I reached down for the head and lifted myself so the head was at the mouth of my pussy. I let go and I watched as his cock disappeared into my pussy as if it had a mind of its own. I pushed myself fully onto his cock and when I did the stranger in the room said, “Fuck she can take cock!”
I smiled at his exclamation.
Dipper simply said, “That’s my girl.”
I started squirming on his cock. It felt so good. After Terry’s fist fuck, I had no doubt that there wasn’t a cock I couldn’t handle.
I moved my body so I could fuck his cock. He didn’t move. He let me do all the work. I said, “Cum in me Dipper.”
We hadn’t even been fucking a minute yet and he said, “You want it now?”
“Yes!”
He said, “Here you go Vanessa.” And as if on command I could feel his cock ejaculate inside me.
He leaned against the pillows and I leaned back against him. He reached his legs around my ankles and stretched my legs wide. The others sat across from us watching what had to have been a glorious sight.
He reached down and started petting my pussy gently.
He said, “Oh, you’re such a good girl. Was that what you wanted?”
I said, “Yes.”
He said, “You like being gangbanged, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, you’re definitely my little treasure girl. Guys will line up to fuck you.” He stopped petting my pussy and lowered his finger to my clit and started rubbing it. His touch impulsively made me try to bring me legs together, but his legs held strong so all I could do was squirm as he teased my pussy while his cock was still draining inside me.
“Do you like guys lining up to fuck you?”
“Yes, I want that.”
He said, “And when you get your baby bump, I know guys who would pay double to fuck you. To gangbang you. Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
Then he changed topic and said, “I love your tattoo. Did it hurt when you got it?”
“A little, but it was a turn on too. So I liked getting.”
He said, “I bet it would have been a bigger turn on if you got a tattoo while you had a cock up your pussy.”
“Yeah, that would have been the best.”
He said, “You know what I want?”
“No.”
He stopped rubbing my clit and brought his hand to the front of my pussy. It would have been right on my bush had I not been shaved clean.
He said, “I want you to have a tattoo right here. A simple one of the Big Dipper. Would you like that? Would you do that for me?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
He said, “Really? Why’s that?”
“Because I’m your girl.”
He pointed to the unknown guest and said, “That’s why he’s here.”
I smiled and said, “Okay.”
He said, “He’s going to give you a tattoo while my cock is inside your pussy. You like that, don’t you?”
I said, “Yes, I want that.
Without another word from anyone the guest picked up his fanny pack. He set it on the bed and opened it. He removed a syringe, a pen, sterile wipes and a bottle.
He climbed between our legs and tore open two of the sterile wipes using them to clean the front of my pussy. Using the pen he proceeded to draw a series of seven dots. They clearly represented the Big Dipper constellation. He looked at me and asked, “Does that look okay?”
I responded by only saying, “I want you to fuck me again when you’re through.”
He said, “I think I’m going to need to fuck you again too. You’ve got me rock hard again.”
He then took the protective cap off the syringe needle and opened the jar; it was ink. He dipped the needle into the jar and drew ink into the syringe vial. He used a wipe to clean the ink from the needle.
He looked at me and asked, “Are you ready? This may sting a little.”
I said, “Hurry, I want you to fuck me again. I loved how you pounded me.” I felt Dipper’s cock pulse inside me as I spoke.
And so the guest went to work. With each dot he would poke the needle and ever so slightly inject ink. For each dot he must have made a series of 10 small injections. Because of the simplicity of the tattoo, it was over within a few minutes. The bleeding was minimal and he wiped down each star with a wipe.
I looked down at the tattoo. It was crude, but efficient. The guest seemed satisfied with his work too. He climbed off the bed.
I lifted myself off Dipper’s cock and then turned around to face him. I straddled over his dick, and though he was no longer rock hard, he was hard enough. I reached down to guide his cock back inside me and lowered myself onto him fully.
I looked at him and said, “Thank you, I love it! I don’t believe it. I have a pimp and I love it.”
I started riding his cock again. I could feel cum on the inside my thighs. I said, “I want him to fuck me again.”
He casino firmaları said, “Why don’t you fuck all us again?”
I said, “Ok, if I really have to!” The entire room laughed.
I climbed off Dipper and went back to the edge of the bed. This time I wouldn’t need a pillow to watch. I was already turned on enough. I spread my legs and didn’t even need to ask. The tattoo artist plunged his cock inside me and fucked me even harder than the first time. Again, he fucked me into a sweat. They would all fuck me to a sweat.
Dipper finished me off and when he did, I was hoping they would go for another round. But Dipper put an end to the fun.
He helped me off the bed. I looked at the bed and the sheets were drenched in sweat, pussy juice and cum. As I stood a glob of cum splattered to the floor. Cum was draining out of me and I reached my hand between my legs to catch more of the flow.
I looked at the four of them and said, “I hate to do it, but I guess I had better shower and wash myself out.
Dipper looked at his watch and said, “Hurry and take your shower. It’s after 9:00 and things start hopping up in the City in about an hour. We’ll be able to get there just in time for some real fun.”
I said, “We’re still going?”
He said, “Of course we’re still going, you need to experience what real streetwalking is all about.”
I dashed into the bathroom to shower.
As I stepped over the rim of the bathtub another huge glob of cum cascaded from my pussy.
I turned on the shower and spread my legs. The cum flow seemed to be endless. I hated losing it, but I also knew it wouldn’t make much difference. In my mind I pictured my egg being surrounded by cum. I doubted it could escape.
For the next five minutes I completely rinsed my insides with the shower head and lathered the sweat from my body. Again, I wished we hadn’t stopped. Since morning I had been fucked by 20 men, one woman and I had a fist shoved up my pussy. Amazingly, my pussy felt great, not abused.
Terry and Dipper were both correct; my pussy was made to be fucked.
I climbed out of the shower and dried off. I walked out to the room and it was just Dipper.
I asked, “Where’d they go?”
He said, “Marquise and Kevin are down in the car. The other guy left.” He referred to him as ‘the other guy’; I never did know his name and would never see him again.
“Let me put on some makeup and I’ll be ready to go.”
I walked back into the bathroom and dolled up my face. It didn’t take long.
Still nude I went back to the room. I asked, “What should I wear?”
He said, “Well you could be adventurous and not wear anything. Cops probably wouldn’t even bother you. But the lurkers would probably think you were crazy or on drugs and avoid you like the plague. Wear something that let’s guys know that you’re working and not just out for a stroll. Something like what you wore the last night.”
I said, “I can wear exactly that if you think it would work.”
He said, “Yeah, that would be good. But, it might be a little cold. The City is cooler than here. But, if you keep moving, you’ll be in enough cars and have enough dick in you to keep you warm all night.”
So, I pulled out my reliable skirt and top. Neither covered much but it also made it clear I was a hooker.
Before I put on the skirt, I looked down at my tattoo. Dipper asked, “Do you like it?”
I said, “Yes,” and thought about it a moment. “You branded me, didn’t you? I’m part of your herd.”
He said, “Yes, that’s exactly what I did.”
I said, “I’m glad I’m your girl.”
He said, “You’re actually one of my girls. But you are my only Asian girl and you are now my favorite girl.”
I continued getting dressed. And then I grabbed my backpack. My supplies were inside it, but there was also the $2500 I stowed away that morning.
I said, “Since I shared my wealth with you I can trust you, right?”
“Yes.”
“There’s $2500 in here that’s mine. I need you to watch it for me tonight, ok?”
He said, “I’m not going to steal it from you. I steal from you and you’re gone tomorrow. I think I can easily make $2500 in a week with you. It would be foolish to rip you off.”
I said, “I’m hoping you get more than $2500 a week. I’m ready to go now.”
Together we left the room and headed down to the Escalade. I could hear the engine idling as we approached.
Dipper opened the passenger door I was pleasantly surprised to see that Marquise was sitting in the backseat. I climbed inside next to him. Dipper climbed in after me and closed the door. As soon as he did, Kevin backed up the car and we were on our way.
As soon as we started driving in near unison, Marquise put his hand on my right thigh and Dipper put his hand on my left thigh. I looked at Dipper and he said, “We needed to get going, but it doesn’t mean you can’t have a fun ride. Besides it will keep your pussy in a good mood.”
Then together they both slid their hands up my thighs and as a team they slid their fingers inside my pussy.
As much as a turn güvenilir casino on as it was a burst into a giggle and said, “You guys have done this before!”
Marquise said, “Trust me, we know how to work a pussy together.”
I peeled off my top and pushed their hands away so I could pull off my skirt.
To Kevin I said, “Too bad you have to drive.”
To which he replied, “Marquise will be driving on the way back.”
None of us were wearing a seatbelt. I figured if a Highway Patrolman pulled us over, we’d have a lot more to explain than not wearing seatbelts.
Now nude between them they both returned their hands to my pussy and were prying their fingers inside me.
I looked at Dipper and asked, “Do we have to use condoms?”
He said, “You can’t go out on the street sloppy, you just cleaned up, remember?”
I already knew that would be his answer. Disappointed I reached down for my backpack and pulled out a couple large condoms. I reached into Dippers sweats first and extracted his still sticky cock and started stroking him to perfection. Once hard I dressed it in its wrapper.
I then did the same for Marquise.
With both cocks properly protected I relaxed and let them finger my pussy. I spread my legs wide. I reached down with my own hand and joined them as we plowed my pussy together; I concentrated on my clit while they stretched my pussy wide. It was a team effort like none other.
The gang-masturbation continued for nearly fifteen minutes. My pussy was dripping and was making splashing noises letting everyone know how much I was enjoying the attention. But I wanted cock. I chose Marquise first.
I removed my hand and they followed suit. They knew I was ready. I climbed onto Marquise’s lap facing him. I didn’t even need to reach down to guide his cock, it knew the path on its own and I lowered myself onto him. I sat their momentarily and looked into his eyes and said, “I’m so happy you guys found me.” And then I proceeded to fuck him.
The darkened windows completely hid us from the outside world. But I would not have carried if the entire world could see us. My nymphomaniac personality was in control of all that I did. And all I wanted was to fuck.
It took a while, but Marquise’s expressions told me he was ready to cum. Reading his face, I said, “No, not yet.” But it was too late. He was too far gone and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. I continued to ride his cock and he tried to hold me still so he could enjoy the his full release while his protected cock was buried deep inside me. While his cock was still throbbing inside me I pulled off him and climbed over to Dipper who was rock hard and ready to go.
Straddling him as I had done with Marquise, Dipper’s cock also found its way inside me. I went back to riding cock again. But with Dipper I leaned to kiss him. Our mouths interlocked and he thrusted his hips into me in rhythm with my ride. We were both turned on, and uncharacteristically of Dipper he came quickly. But, unlike Marquise, I stayed on his cock until the throbbing stopped.
I got off Dipper and sat back between them looking down at both of their cum filled condoms.
I removed Marquise’s condom and he rolled down his window. I tossed the condom onto the freeway and repeated the routine for Dipper. As I tossed Dipper’s condom I said, “What a waste,” and to Kevin I said, “I wish you weren’t driving.” He laughed and said, “Later Vanessa.”
It was a perfect way to pass the time as we drove and it made me hornier than ever. I was getting excited about what the evening might bring.
We were driving in San Francisco and I was still fully undressed. I was half-hoping for a second round which never happened. Dipper told me I should put my clothes back on.
He reached behind his seat and brought out a fanny pack similar to the tattoo artist’s. He handed it to me and said, “Use this. Keep your money and condoms in it. Do you have plenty of condoms?”
I laughed and said, “I’m pretty certain I have way more than enough for tonight.”
He said, “Well load up. Probably a dozen or more.”
I grinned widely when he suggested so many. I grabbed a handful of condoms from my backpack, not bothering to count them.
Kevin was driving around a neighborhood (20th and Capp) and Dipper said, this will be your playground tonight. I immediately saw girls, working girls; a lot of working girls. And there were a lot of slow moving cars; a lot more cars than probably belonged in a neighborhood like that.
Kevin continued to drive and Dipper told me to be aware of the area. He started pointing out recommended ‘parking areas’. He then pointed out no-tell motels that didn’t even look like motels at all. He suggested only car dates. Motel rooms take up too much time and these motel rooms were by the hour, meaning I would need to check in with every visit. He promised that they would watch my back all night.
Dipper said, “We’ll catch up with you every now and then to collect your money. You don’t want to be walking around with loads of cash. Be certain your clients don’t see your cash; don’t give them change. Most mongers know to have twenties or hundred dollar bills. Going rate is a hundred for a half and half; don’t do it for less. Don’t waste your time with blow-job-only dates.”
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