Category: Streetwalkers

GloryHole Setup At The Men’s Shelter

While you can’t walk more than 100 feet without running into a gloryhole in Glory City, there are still a few places that didn’t have anonymous cock sucking facilities available to their clients. One of them was the men’s shelter. They just didn’t have the funds available to afford the costs associated with setting up a professional-looking glory hole. You need proper lighting, a floor that can be easily disinfected. A sanitary wall that won’t absorb any cum spillage, etc. The people living at the shelter knew this, and thought they would try to overcome this another way, without the help of massive amounts of funds and start up capital. The men at the shelter started doing fundraisers so they could get their own glory hole setup. They were busking out in the streets, playing musical instruments and singing. All the change that got thrown into their collection boxes all went toward the glory hole fund. Some of the men were out washing car windows as they stopped at the street lights, looking for donations. They weren’t very effective at cleaning since they didn’t have any expensive window cleaners or chemicals, but they made do with their old rags and bottles of water from the shelter’s public sink.

After a few weeks they had scrounged together all they could. Things weren’t looking that great. They only had a couple hundred dollars. So they made do with what they had. They were able to buy a few sheets of plywood, some screws and some paint, along with a mop and bucket to clean up the place after each visit. The rest of the money went to hire their first glory hole cock sucker. After a few days of work they had built their very own glory hole. It wasn’t the nicest looking one. Actually it was quite depressing looking. The plywood was a bit of a splinter hazard. You had to be very careful shoving your cock through that hole.

 The good part was the hole was big enough that you could actually fuck a girl through the hole. You can see the very first customer shoving his big, black cock through the hole and into the cock sucker’s vagina. This gave them a competitive advantage over some of the other glory holes in town, since most didn’t allow full service sex through their holes. Believe it or not, in about a year, the men’s shelter had become one of the most visited and profitable glory holes in town. If you go there today, they have still not upgraded the nasty plywood walls, and the floors are always drenched in cum, but there is a lineup so long there is usually a 45 minute wait to get in. Just goes to show you don’t need the best of everything if you offer good service and a unique product.

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A Long Haul Trucker Visits Glory City

So it was time for another load to be delivered. I’m a long haul trucker and deliver pork products all over the United States. I drive a Kenworth with a refrigerated unit on the back. I basically live in my truck. Things can get lonely. Such is the life of a long-haul trucker. There’s not much you can do when you start to get lonely and feel the need for some female companionship. You basically have your choice of the lot lizards at the truck stops, or if you have a night off you can hire yourself an escort to come to your truck. The trouble is neither option is great. The lot lizards are not clean in my experience. I’d rather stick my cock in a hot apple pie than some of these whores I’ve seen at the truck stops. And hiring an escort is not a cheap proposition. Some of them cost as much as my whole week’s pay. Lucky for me, I found a city not far off of my route, where I can go where the women are nice and clean, and don’t charge me a week’s pay. It’s called Glory City. Strange name, until you get to town and see what the place is like. There is literally a glory hole on almost every street corner. I can park my truck at a gas station and walk 50 feet and walk right in to the nicest glory hole setup I have ever seen. Fast, easy and inexpensive. That’s exactly what I need on a trucker’s schedule and budget. The women in these places are beautiful too. Just look at this sexy brunette I met on my last stop in Glory City.

I stuck my cock through the hole in the wall and she started sucking me. Her mouth was nice and wet. It creeped me out at first because I could hear a guy talking to her behind the wall, but I could see through the hole that it was her sucking my cock. I came real hard all over her. Then she started sucking off the guy that was back there with her. She took two loads to the face and was ready for more. I looked through the hole in the wall and seen a whole lot of cum splashed all over the floor. She must suck a dozen or more cocks a day in that booth. There were guys lined up outside 10 deep waiting to shove their manhood down her throat. That’s how they roll in Glory City. Now whenever I’m out on a run, I just turn my GPS tracker off, turn off the CB, and take a 10 minute detour right through Glory City.  There’s always a fresh face waiting there with a big smile, waiting to take my cock in her mouth. Now I don’t feel so lonely on those cold, dark nights delivering pork products in my Kenworth. God bless Glory City.

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From Street Whore To High End Escort – Sarah’s Journey

Sarah had a tough life. Her father was in prison when she was born. She grew up on food stamps in the mean streets of Detroit. Her mother had an endless stream of black men visiting her. It took a few years before Sarah figured out what they were there for. She didn’t get to have a normal upbringing. Instead of playing, she was going on runs to the drug store to buy bulk packs of condoms for her mother.

The only thing she had to pass the time was the TV. Her mother always had porn on because of her clients, so that is what Sarah watched. She became star struck with Jenna Jameson. She seen the glamorous lifestyle she lived. Big mansions, fur coats, diamond rings. It was like something out of a fairytale. She decided that is what she wanted in her life. She wasn’t going to lie on her back getting fucked by homeless street thugs in abandoned houses with the copper ripped out of the walls, like her mother did. She knew that when she turned 18, she was going to make her journey to Los Angeles and become a high end escort and porn star, getting fucked for money by celebrities and millionaires. And her journey began the day of her 18th birthday.

She stole some of her mother’s money from that day’s clients and got herself a bus ticket. She was off on her journey and nothing was going to stop her. She didn’t have enough money to buy a ticket that would get her all the way to Los Angeles, so she had to make several stops along the way to earn some more money.

It’s surprising how much money she was able to make in bus stop bathrooms. All she had to do was hang out inside the men’s washroom and wait for a lonely looking guy to walk in. A soft “hello” and a caress of their hand was usually all it took. She would lead them into the closest stall and get down on her knees, unzipping their pants to unleash their throbbing, sweaty cocks. You can see videos of men getting sucked off in public washrooms at prostitutemovies.com.

The places were always filthy. She would be kneeling on urine-soaked floors beside unflushed toilets, but she did what she had to do to make her money. In the first week she had already lost count of how many loads she had swallowed. She had mastered her gag reflex and could basically handle any sized member that was placed in her mouth. The taste of unwashed cock was initially hard for her to handle, but it eventually became like second nature to her.

In some of the remote areas she ended up at, the bus terminals were often empty inside. She quickly learned she could go outside and walk around the parking lots, looking for truck drivers. It was actually a nice step up from the washroom stalls, since most of them had nice trucks with a bed in the back for their long haul trips. She just had to avoid the trucks that had the “no lot lizards” stickers on their windows. She didn’t have much money for food, so she would usually hit them up for a hot coffee and some fries after she was done swallowing their loads. She needed something to get the taste of cum out of her mouth. It was tough, but she was so dead set on getting to Los Angeles that she was able to just turn her mind off and go through the motions. It was almost like she was a robot, programmed to suck fat trucker cock.

It took her 3 weeks but she finally made it to Los Angeles. She walked through the streets and it felt like she was in heaven. So many beautiful people were walking around. The weather was sunny and hot. Luxury cars drove by her as she took it all in. She was finally where she wanted to be. Now she just had to execute the second part of her plan: how to get into the high end sex industry.

New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Final Chapter

John knew it wouldn’t be so easy to take over the Yankee territory. They had already caught wind of his battle with the Backstreet Thugs and there was no way his men would fall for the same trap. John was going to have to fight this time. He loaded up his people with all their new weapons and equipment and began the assault on the Yankee brothel. White, bald men wearing Doc Martens were out front with machine guns. The gunfire rang out and bodies fell everywhere. Hookers lay dead and dying as the Aryans fought back with a vigor John had not anticipated. They made it inside at quite a cost. Half of his army of hookers had been wiped out. But just as many Yankees bodies were piled up as well. One of the Yankees came at John from behind with a bayonet-equipped rifle.

The Giant leaped inbetween John and the attacker just in time. But the Giant took the bayonet in the heart and knew he wasn’t going to make it. He dropped to his knees and grabbed John’s hand. He placed a pager in it and said “Take this. You will know what to do. It is the only way.” John had no idea what he was talking about, but he took the pager and continued the assault on the Yankee hooker stronghold.

Hours of gunfire passed. The dead continued to pile up on both sides. The Yankees leader was barricaded in his office. He wouldn’t come out. They were both down to their last men and women. John remembered the pager. But what could it mean? He pressed the number on the device and hoped it would be of some help.
As the battle continued he realized his page had been received. A tiny figure entered the battlezone. She looked like an angel walking across the fields of dead. It was Hoowanneka, the little elk. She was completely naked and appeared to have a glow around her. As she crossed the piles of dead the gunfire slowly quieted. People were in such awe of this hooker’s beauty that they dropped their weapons and began masturbating.

As she approached the office doors, the sounds of steamy, hot ejaculate could be heard hitting the floor. Men were cumming, other women hookers were squirting. Everybody was releasing their warm bodily fluids over and over again at the sight of the Indian beauty. Suddenly the office doors slid open with the sound of screeching metal. Out stepped the Aryan leader. He had been watching from inside his office and he too was amazed at the beautiful 19 year old hooker. He walked out of the office with nothing on but his KKK hood. His large white penis was covered in Vaseline. He had already been masturbating for quite some time.

He approached Hoowanneka, his penis in his hand and yelled at her to “Suck it!” She dropped to her knees and took his veiny cock in her wet mouth. This was John’s chance to strike. He needed to take out the Yankee leader while he was distracted. But John too, found the sight of the Indian girl too much to handle. His cock was throbbing hard and he began masturbating while he watched her pleasure the Yankee leader. John came, and fell to the floor exhausted from the battle and everything that had transpired. He had lost, unable to finish his task.

Suddenly the Aryan leader screamed with pleasure. “I’m cumming!” he shouted. He blasted his hot goo all over Hoowanneka’s face, covering her brown skin with creamy white cum. She just sat there and let him expel all his spunk on to her perfect, innocent face. After the last drop fell from his penis, so did the Aryan leader. He hit the floor with a loud thud and lied motionless on the ground. Her blowjob had been too much for him and his heart exploded at the exact same time he ejaculated.

The battle was over. The Yankee leader was dead. The Giant’s final words saved the battle for John. He was now the new leader of all the New York prostitution gangs. He took Hoowanneka as his wife. He could finally say he had made something of himself. He was no longer Daddy’s little leech. He was the King of New York.

New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Part 5

John was the new leader of the Indians and was already seeing the benefits of that acquisition. New prostitution money was rolling in and his team was getting more and more powerful. He had taken on the Giant, which was the new nickname John had given him, as his right hand man and had even forgiven him for his transgressions against Dakota. He made him promise never to beat another prostitute again or he would meet the same fate as Chief Baseball Cock.

The Backstreet Thugs had learned of the change in power and Tyrone Biggums was planning a preemptive strike against John. Luckily for John his new Indian women hooking on the street forewarned him about this and he was well prepared. He had quite the surprise in store for Tyrone and his gang of black thugs.

It was midnight and Tyrone had put his plan into motion. His men approached the Indian stronghold where John had setup his new headquarters. They were armed with guns, knives, bats, swords and everything else they could get their hands on. The did a frontal assault and kicked the door in, ready to start shooting the place up. As the dust settled and the lights turned on, all they could see waiting for them was about 50 squaws all lying facedown on the ground on their hands and knees with their bare asses up in the air, glistening pussies exposed and already wet with anticipation. John had decided to fight them with a new type of warfare. Sexual warfare.

The black thugs could feel their cocks getting hard as the Indian whores all began to do the booty clap in unison, like a well-trained precision swimming team. Clap, clap, clap, clap. Their ample butt cheeks were slapping together and the room filled with the smell of wet pussy. As the booty clapping intensified the thugs dropped their weapons, and began taking off their pants, exposing their hard, black cocks. They all seemed to have 10 inch or bigger dicks. As John watched from the safety of his office security cameras, he thought to himself “I guess what they say about black men is true.”

The black gang, now so horny with lust, approached the native hookers ready to plunge their throbbing black dicks into their inviting, wet pussies. As the men began fucking the women, the moans of pleasure grew louder and louder. Black cock was entering red-skinned pussy and the room filled with the stench of sex and ass. Suddenly, there was a blood-curdling scream. One of the thugs fell over in agony, clutching his crotch. Blood spilled out onto the floor. The native American whores were booby-trapped. Traditional 19th century Indian metal wolf traps had been strategically placed into their pussies. One of the women stood up and pulled a severed penis out of her pussy. “Get ‘em, girls!” She shouted. Suddenly the room filled with the sound of metal clamping shut and the yells of anguish of the black thug gang.

The floor filled with pools of blood and severed penises lay everywhere. The entire army of the Backstreet Thugs bled out on the floor of the Indian stronghold. John’s plan had worked perfectly, with the help of the Giant and his handcrafted wolf traps.

Now there was only one more hooker territory for John to take over. The Yankees.

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