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A young prostitute becomes a roomate
Carjacked

Traffic slowed to a crawl in the afternoon rush, as the unforgiving sun slowly roasted the pedestrians scurrying to their appointed rounds. Air conditioning is good. It was a bitter sweet day for me; I just finished signing papers finalizing my divorce to the biggest mistake I’ve made in my life. Now free and horny, I began to review my options. With my head swimming with glorious opportunities, the loud tapping at the passenger door window shocked me back to reality.
A young waif, barely legal in age and incredibly unkempt was banging away in desperation with a lipstick tube. I slid the window down a few inches.
“You wanna have some fun?” She gasped her request in a winded voice.
“Uh. . .No,” I mumbled flatly, pissed at the sudden intrusion and the car horns blaring as the traffic began to creep forward.
“Please let me in, Mister,” she pleaded.
There was something in her voice – perhaps the desperation, or perhaps the innocence that compelled me to flip up the lock as I eased the car forward slowly.
“Thanks,” she offered and smiled weakly. “Ten dollars for a blow and fifty for a fuck. . .” She put her tiny hand on my thigh and rubbed gently as she made her way toward my crotch. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday and don’t have anywhere to sleep. . .”
Maybe it was the heat, or the abrupt intrusion but I blurted “Save it for your Johns honey, I have enough on my mind without listening to your BS.” I dug into my pocket where I had crammed the change from my morning coffee, and hastily tossed it onto her lap. “Just take this and get out the next time we stop, OK?”
She sat silently for a minute as her hand slipped off my thigh on to her face and she began to sob. “I can’t do that,” she murmured brokenly between sobs. Surprisingly the traffic began to move more briskly, and I breezed through the last three stoplights before the freeway entrance. Pulling over to the shoulder, I looked at the fragile trembling form next to me. She had a frail delicate body from what I could see beneath the tattered oversized sweats that rumpled around the seams and ran down over the top of her sandals. Her unwashed brown hair was tangled all the way down to the frayed ends gathering around her shoulders. She was a mess and I felt a touch of remorse for my curt response.
“Look,” I said finally; “I was out of line back there, and apologize.” Her sobbing diminished and she dropped her hands only to stare at her lap. “You look like you’ve been through a pretty rough time; why don’t you let me treat you to a burger or something . . .?”
A slight smile briefly crossed her face, and we made eye contact for the first time. She had a lovely face with large soulful brown eyes, an upturned ‘pixie’ nose and rich full lips. There was definitely some exotic blood in her lineage.
“I can’t accept charity,” she mumbled as she studied my face intently. Her voice was almost angelic and her mannerisms oozed childlike innocence. She leaned toward me, spilling the money onto the console. Her tiny hands were quite deft as the slid towards my crotch and yanked down the zipper. Within a micro second my flaccid cock was in the open air, and her hands were gently kneading life into it. Before I could protest her mouth had engulfed my cock completely, and as her tongue rapidly danced around the glans, her hand gently explored my gonads. I quickly rose to my full “operational configuration” as she continued to administer the most stimulating oral massage I had experienced to date. Withdrawing my throbbing organ, she studied its uniqueness almost reverently, commenting on how beautiful it was before engulfing it entirely with a hungry slurp. With renewed vigor, she set about extracting my essence as I slid into the seat and thrust my hips with orgasmic anticipation. All too soon, I erupted into her throat, watching her cheeks draw in from the tremendous suction she was giving. I collapsed, both exhausted and drained. She nuzzled my cock lovingly as she licked away the last remnants of my essence from the rapidly deflating organ.
“I won’t need a shake,” she murmured in a sultry voice as I stroked her hair.
“You’re going to get one anyway,” I returned as she giggled coyly.
We drove to Carl’s and ordered four burgers, fries, and two shakes, then parked under a grove of trees by the freeway to eat. She sucked down three burgers as fast as they were unwrapped. I learned her name was Anna, her Mother had “issues’ of which she was a major contributor, and she had just turned eighteen two weeks earlier. When we got to my apartment for her to take a much needed shower, she turned almost white when she learned I live less than a mile from her estranged home. With a long luxury shower she turned into a beautiful olive skinned angel that only a fool would turn out to the ravages of the streets. Rather, we struck up a co-habitability deal, where she would continue her education while keeping me warm at night. Not a difficult task for a girl as hot as she turned out to be!
1 comments

anonymous readerReport

2011-11-25 19:12:04
Short and quick read. God story though.

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