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[hisadoredwhore]

Body Count

Last night's body count wasn't too shabby. I think I underestimated the crowd that would be waiting at my door. I always start my night off a little nervous. My man gives me a pep talk, I take a deep breath and own it. This evening was no exception.

I picked a booth off the beaten path. I like to watch a video and relax a little before I make eye contact with my prey. I like to take stock of my environment and get a feel for the place. The video screen was not working. Sound was working, screen was not. I left my door open as I situated my airpod, freshened my lipstick, took off my shirt, and secured my belongings. Before I knew it I had a taker.

Juan was from El Salvador. He had the shiny button up long sleeve shirt to prove it. He shut the door and started to kiss me. He pawed at every inch of me taking in every curve. We started off with him burying his face between my thighs. He was definitely hungry. my moans started to draw people to tap at he door. I took him in my mouth and jammed him into the back of my throat over and over. The distinct gagging sound drew more activity outside the door. My blowjobs rarely go unfinished but he had to bury himself inside me. Things went slowly. Clinking of the belt, dropping of the pants, kicking off of the shoes. He took me there standing. I had one hand on the wall to balance myself and the pounding I was receiving shook the room enough to release the door. Each time I looked over my shoulder, I saw a different person peering through watching. I made sure to make eye contact with each one. He finished inside me. He got dressed, got my phone number and told me in broken english how much he enjoyed my body. As he left, there were at least 6 people standing outside my door waiting.

Monica came in and introduced herself. Tall, very thin, cheap wig, torn fishnet stocking and bright red lipstick. She told me about the place and her experiences over the last few times she visited. While we were chatting a man stood in the doorway, on the phone, bummed he had to leave. He talked to Monica and myself for a little while. He excused himself and told me he hopes he gets to have a chance with me next time. Monica was biologically a man and asked me if I wanted to play. As my man says, "you are the least judgey person I know". She pulled down her skirt and binding undergarments and I sucked her off. I got down on my knees and went for it. Her legs were shaking as she came inside my mouth. She said she saw stars and could barely walk when she left. I readjusted my clothes and wiped the lipstick off my breast.

I barely composed myself when the next person entered. Complete geek. SW t-shirt, glasses, shorts, and a baseball cap. He took notice of my feet right away. The patent heel was drawing him in. He asked if he could take off my shoe. He absorbed my feet, smelled them, tasted them, inhaled them. He then adjusted and put his baseball cap on backwards and pulled my legs apart. He kept burying his face until he had to pull away and catch his breath. He had a lot off unique sexual behaviors. His fetish was being served. He pulled down his shorts to reveal his Yoda chonies. He sat me down on the bench and pushed himself inside me until he finished on me. He placed my heels back on my feet before he left.

The next few were basic blow jobs. I was hoping to utilize the Glory Holes but with a line at my door I had to get a few out of the way as time was running out. My last target was the Manager of the business. I flirted with him a bit but he wasn't taking the bait. As I started to walk out of the store, a customer was walking in and asked me if the offer extended to him as well. Yes it does. I took him by the hand and directed him into the booth I was in. He attempted to get someone to join us. He got me and what I wanted from the get go. The manager came into "clean" when he was about to eat me out from behind. I was hoping he would join but he didn't. Firecracker (my man and I give nicknames to everyone) had the capacity to give it to me the way I wanted it, rough. He was having a "hard" time getting where he needed to be. He ended up losing his load between my cheeks and then proceeded so suck his own cum out of me.

As I left, I left with a sense of empowerment. I left with confidence. I left with my whore head held up high. One of the men I was with said "come on dude, that's what she is here for". Truer words have never been spoken.

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