AHHHH KRONII THE CUMSLUT WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE
You drive down the run down road in your 1977 Pontiac firebird, on the sidewalk to your right window the dwellers of the night. They strut the streets, their sinful bodies a vulgar display.
You round the corner, overtaking a parked vehicle commandeered by a fellow customer, the bent over ass of a tall tanned woman wiggling out as she conversed through the window.
So far you're unimpressed.
Then you see her. She's by the store wearing a jacket. She's wearing denim short shorts and fishnet stockings. her long legs terminating in feet in leather gothic inspired strapped boot-like pumps.
You stop, rolling down your window. You poke your head out, raising a hand with three of your fingers up.
Three hours.
You can see her azure eyes glow in the dim neon light, was it trepidation? Or hesitance?
She eventually concedes, walking on over with a noticeable nervous gait.
"100$ per hour," you whistle under your breath, that's quite the price for just a streetwalker.
Your hand starts wandering towards her behind, she notices and backs away just enough for you to be out of reach.
A testy whore?
You take out your wallet, holding up three 100$ bills.
She stares at it like it was toxin, her unsteady hand grabs it and stuffs it in her back pocket.
The drive was quiet, no small talk, the both of you knew why you were there.
You start driving out of the city, she shifts in her seat little.
"Hey if you're some sort of serial killer, I'm not gonna make it easy on you. I have pepper spray," you chuckle.
You have a better look at her now, a lovely beautiful girl. She had short dark blue hair, and vague Eurasian features. She had improperly put red lipstick on her lips.
She was really young.
"Don't worry, I usually kill the ugly ones." Her face blanches at the joke.
You reach your destination, a deserted drive in theater with a view of the city down below. She gasps a little at how pretty the night sky was.
You get out of your car, leaning against the hood and taking out a cig.
She follows suit, standing before you, waiting for the moment you'd begin.
You offer her a stick, to her surprise.
"It's free," you already paid her, she shouldn't be so worked up.
You light up hers first, the both of you taking your drags under the night sky.
You have a little conversation, she's much more relaxed.
She doesn't' tell much about herself. You're here for sex, not therapy, but you're confident that she's probably a college student or someone with aspirations in media who just didn't cut it. A typical tragic tale for a hooker.
You drop your cig, squashing the glowing stub with your shoe's heel.
Time to get to work.
You unzip her jacket, revealing to you a black crop top that was barely able to hold back her massive honkers.
You knew how to pick them.
You started first with a kiss that took her by surprise, and then a tongue fuck before progressing into full on handsy groping.
You wrap your arms around her hips, lifting her up and laying her on the still warm hood of your Pontiac.
You pull down her shorts, whoa was she bushy.
She looks up, flushed and heated, nothing made you harder than a blushing whore.
You pull your zip down, guiding your throbbing john into her filthy and tight snatch. She yelps, "gwak", in pleasure as it enters.
You thrust, your pelvis slamming into her groin, each stroke caused her to be lifted up a little, the sound of her back slamming on the hood ringing metallically.
You make out while doing so, your face smeared with her messy makeup. Her hands behind your back, scratching, fuck it felt good. Your hands under her crop top, squishing and squeezing the ample flesh and diamond hard nipples.
You cum, bucket loads, your kegel muscles contracting and spasming in pleasure as you unleash your milk inside her cunt. You take it out, white sticky semen now oozing from her genitalia.
She lies down on the hood breathing heavily, while you take another cig.
"I-Is that it?" she's slightly out of it, her body twitching from the pleasure.
You walk beside her, placing your cig in her mouth speaking as she weakly takes a drag.
"I paid for three hours, by the time I'm done you're not gonna be able to do shit for a week." you bend down, the both of you exchanging nicotine tainted saliva.
Judging by her smile, it looked like she was looking forward to it.