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Cruising (MMF, prostitution)
by Sophie Browne
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This is a true story.
I've heard some odd requests in my time but last Thursday was
something special. I sometimes make extra money in the downtown
eastside as a working girl. Guys will slowly cruise down Cordova
or Princess Street and pick up a girl or boy if they are looking
for some late night companionship. You can find just about
anything at Princess and Cordova. So it wasn't all that unusual
that a blue minivan with two guys in the front passed by. The
second time it drove by, I could see them looking me over. I
smiled and licked my lips. A few minutes later, they drove by
again before coming to a stop a few feet away. I hate vans.
They can be dangerous to street girls but this one had windows
all around and I could see that it didn't have any hidden
surprises waiting to jump out of the back. The passenger window
was rolled down and a man of about 30 asked me how I was doing? I
knew he didn't care.
"I'm fine thanks." I replied and asked if I could help him. His
friend in the driver's seat was leaning forward to get a better
look at my boobs. I asked them if they were looking for something
and the passenger said, "Maybe." I could tell that they were
nervous so I suggested that it would be better if we drove around
and talked. That was fine with them so I got in the back while
the two men rode in the bucket seats up front.
"Go left here at the alley." I told them and we turned left and
went down the alley. "Pull in behind that dumpster." I told them
and we stopped behind the dumpster. The engine was still running.
Leaning forward between the seats and pulling up my t-shirt, I
asked if they would like to touch my breasts? A police officer is
not allowed to do that so if they touched me, which they did, I
knew it was not a bust. Happy in the knowledge that I wasn't
about to be arrested, I told them quite simply, "It's $30 for a
blowjob and $50 for half & half. I always use a condom and I
don't do anal."
The passenger started to unbutton his jeans until I said, "Money
first, sweetheart."
He pulled out his wallet and took out two $20's and a $10 while
his friend did the same. By the time he had crawled into the
backseat, my skirt and panties were on the seat and I was tearing
the wrapper off a condom. Ultra thin for more enjoyment it says.
I always laugh at that. It feels like a rubber glove to me.
Tastes like one too.
As his jeans came off, I was disappointed to see that his cock
was limp. Disappointed but not surprised. Many guys have a hard
time gaining an erection in these circumstances. Most times if I
massage him, he will get hard enough to take the condom but this
guy was hopeless. Holding his penis in one hand and my hair in
the other, I slowly lean down and took him into my mouth. I
gently sucked in as I played with his dick using my tongue. His
hands are on my shoulders then down my back. He's trying to reach
under me to grope my breasts. I felt the stirrings of an erection
and slowly bob my head along his shaft until it is hard enough to
take the condom. He protests that he hates condoms but it's my
life we are talking about here. I'm not going to end up on an
AIDS poster.
Meanwhile the driver is still sitting in the front watching us,
the engine still running. He hadn't even turned off the lights.
I told him that unless he was trying to attract the cops, he
should shut the motor off. Instead, he put the van into reverse
and pulled out of the lot. I asked him where he was going and he
said they wanted to drive around while they did it. So that's
exactly what we did. First one guy then the other took turns
driving up and down the strip while his friend fucked me on the
middle bench seat of the van. The first man was pretty shy and he
lay on top of me, out of view. Only my leg draped over the top of
the seat gave any indication as to what was going on in the van.
Once he got into it, it was pretty nice. Not too hard, changing
the pace, squeezing rather than mauling my breasts. And he kissed
my neck, which was kind of nice. He put one hand under my bottom
and lifted me up to meet his thrusts. I wrapped my arms around
his shoulders and pushed up to match him.
His friend, the driver when I first saw them was different
though. He had me lay on my chest with my backside in the air,
then he did it to me from behind. He was almost savage as he
held my hips and rammed his cock into me. He didn't last near as
long as the first guy and he slapped my behind really hard a
couple of times and tried to jam his finger into my ass just
before he came. I got the impression that this was all his idea
because he was clearly the more stimulated of the two.
So that was my Thursday night. I drove around in a minivan with
my butt in the air while some guy fucked me, presumably to the
admiring stares of everyone we passed. But it was 4 a.m. and no
one was there to see. They stopped the van in the church parking
lot. As I got dressed, the first guy gently played with my boobs.
I think he wanted to fuck me again but he probably didn't have
any more money. I'd like to see him again though. It was a nice
fuck. Before I got out, I kissed them both on the cheek. As the
door slid closed, the van drove off. I walked back towards the
corner of Princess and Cordova. An old pick up truck turned the
corner and slowly drove towards me. I gave the driver a smile and
wet my lips.
-- The End --