0 comments/ 24709 views/ 0 favorites On the Block Ch. 01 By: NaughtyMike Chapter 1: Animal Farm Originally titled "Whoring Night Chapter 1" Rewritten and edited by La Pantera Bonita After my divorce, I lived during the early 80's bouncing between New Jersey and Pennsylvania. I eventually settled down in south central Pennsylvania for the next decade until I met Tammy and moved South. During the dry spells and sometimes during the good times I would habitually go out whoring with the guys once every few months or as the cash flow permitted. We would make short road trips to the Block, the infamous red light district in Baltimore. We would pay a premium for the whores who worked the strip clubs, but didn't really care. We made good money and all of us were single, and had money to blow. I generally didn't masturbate for a couple of days, that way I could cum three times in a night. My buddies usually settle on just one whore, sometimes two. We arrived at the "GOLD RUSH" bar located on the corner where the first barker let us inside. The regular girls know me by name, as does the guy who works the parking lot. (Okay, maybe this one is unfair because my name was on the car tag.) I would make a spectacle of myself when I am out during my post navy days. I had long dark hair midway down my back. A small black top hat hid my receding hairline, accessorized with a dangling dragon erring (or something equally bizarre) long black polished finger nails, skull rings and poison rings on my fingers, chain suspenders, some kind of satanic shirt and a rock on a rope (crystal hanging about my neck.) The girls loved it. Anyway, at least I would be remembered. My buddy Dave, a normal looking blond hair version of myself, took one quick look around the bar and decided to go to JEWEL BOX. A girl was semi-nude on stage, a real dog I would normally say, except I wouldn’t want to give “dog” a bad name. She was more like something you would get out of a live bait shop, but I wanted to see her pussy anyway. Why? I don't fucking know. Perhaps because I capable of doing so. I told him I would catch up to him at the JEWEL BOX. I sat down and ordered Molson Golden ale and got my usual Budweiser. I forgot where I was for a moment. A large burly fellow sat on my right and started to talk to me. He was from West Virginia and had some family problems. I pretended I was a psychologist by trade, odd appearance and all, and baffled him with some Freudian bullshit I saw in the "Three Faces of Eve." He said in a real loud voice over the music, "My girlfriend is fucking a pig!" I started to explain how sometime women go for authority figures or are attracted by uniforms… "No, No, No, You don't understand,” he shouted, shaking his drunken head and slapping the bar. Actually, I thought I was doing well with the Freudian shit. "She's fucking a pig! A barnyard animal!" I quickly covered my mouth with my hand. I pretend to be thinking intently when I was really covering up my smirk. I settled down and took deep regular breaths. I looked him square in the eye, and in a real professional voice told him, "It's the corkscrew shaped penis. Some women can't get enough of it." Jesus, this guy was twice my size, what the fuck was I saying? Fortunately, he took it to heart and left. I thought I heard him mumble something about a plastic surgeon on his way out. I wish I had Jerry Springer's number. Seems the pigs have taken over and it is no different than when man ruled over us. My attention came to a hot young lady on my left, who shyly asked me if I would buy her a drink. I have never seen her before. I said, "Of course" all the while staring at her tits. It is socially acceptable in a strip joint to stare at a woman's tits; in fact you are considered rude if you don't. (Emily Post strip joint rule #154.) She was about 19 with short blonde hair. She was wearing jeans over her tight, round, young, firm ass, which was a perfect inverted heart shape, with the seam of the denim separating her cheeks (not that I noticed) and a regular clinging T-shirt. Her tits stuck out nicely. A solid "C" or "D" cup I supposed. She had just the right amount of the "baby fat" on her. We would call this type a "fuck puppy"- young, frisky, chubby, and a face licker. We rested our hands on each other's thighs as she drank her $20.00 glass of 7-Up. She was just passing through town and needed some money, so she didn't really have the clothes the other dancers normally wore to socialize with the crowd. She quickly finished her drink and asked for another one with the bar tender hovering over us ready to strike on my next Jackson. I raised my finger to the bartender and said, "Just give us a minute." I asked her if she would like a bottle instead. The bottle was more expensive, but got us into the back room, where we could have uninterrupted sex for 30 minutes. She agreed, but was somewhat surprised at my quick initiation to go in the back. I was and old hat at this. While I don't mind wasting money on whores, I will save $20 when I can, besides she wasn't much on the conversation skill of being a prostitute. We went in the back door and ducked down below a water pipe into what appeared to be a large closet with a dirty used mattress on the floor, only slightly stained. She grabbed a sheet and laid it on the mattress. I paid her the money and we started to undress. I have an undress ritual where I place my top hat on the floor and put all my rings into it. (I really don't want to hurt anyone in a moment of passion.) She removed her T-shirt and her jeans. She slipped her bra off revealing two young perfect firm titties. They had just a slight sag to them from the shear weight. Her aureoles were pale, nipples slightly inverted. She took her panties off and turned to face me. "What a beautiful pussy!" I exclaimed. I tried to contain my drool. It wasn't shaven, but almost hairless. The thin blonde hairs were barely visible. I had her stand in front of me with her pussy in my face. I was getting a slight musty smell. Her pussy lips were thick and tight together. She needed lubrication. I placed my hands on her ass by reaching around on the inside of her thighs. I kissed her thighs and worked my way up Jacob's ladder to heaven. I started to lick her youthful pussy, ever so slowly, just to get her juices going. She tasted exactly like vanilla ice cream. I loosened my pants with one hand and got naked. She didn't even gasp when she saw my mighty 5.3 inches of hot throbbing love muscle. "What a pro," I thought. She nonchalantly handed me a cheap rubber from the machine and calmly said, "Here, put this on." Fucking "A" right! I placed the rubber on my dick, with so little to spare, and mounted her on the mattress. I was thrusting away wildly, giving her my best stuff and she was barely moving. On that rare occasion when she did move, it was usually wrong and out of sync with my thrusts. I got off and placed her on top. Blonde girl spoke quietly, “I am really not that good on top." I wanted to tell her she wasn't that fucking good on the bottom either, but held my tongue, as I was already into this piece of ass for two Franklins. She apologized for being "inexperienced" and went on to explain she had not been with many men before. I raised an eyebrow in disbelief. About that time, a second female entered the door. She was also a dirty blonde with short hair. She was older than the girl I was "fucking", about mid 20's. She was wearing a white tank top, which hugged her massive jugs. She had faded pink panties. A typical bar socializing outfit. She grabbed the bottom of her top and removed it over her head displaying a set of big titties, at least a triple "D." She said, "For an extra $100, you can fuck the both of us." I was in heaven. I talked her down to fifty, although I would have paid and extra two hundred, with my dick being in an upright condition. Seems these girls were lesbian lovers who needed some money and went out whoring. She then said, "Okay, How do you want us." Jesus! I nearly came just thinking about it. Unfortunately I was pressed for time; I needed to get my rocks off in a hurry. I had them eat each other for a couple of minutes; just enough to pole vault me into action. The older blonde was on the bottom with the young one on top in a 69 position. While they were licking each other's pussy, I was feeling up their titties, sticking an occasional tongue into their wet snatches. I had to break them up and do some quick fucking. I know better than to ask lesbians for head, so I had the older one ride my cock as the younger one sat on my face. They were facing each other giving each other long French kisses while discussing personal finances between tongue-lashings. Meanwhile, I was pumping my dick into one blonde twat, while snorkeling the other one's wet pussy, breathing through my ears. I had my arms extended upward rubbing 4 bodacious tatas. I was dead and in titty heaven, switching from big and firm to big and floppy, firm, floppy, floppy, firm. I tried bouncing all four titties at one time, to see which one would jiggle the longest. I would finger roll one set of nipples, then the other. They placed their nipples touching each other's so I could finger roll all four at one time. They were so thoughtful and considerate of my mammary fetish. I felt the older girl's pussy muscles tighten and grab my cock like a hand. I recompensed and grabbed some tit, extended my tongue into the young blonde's snatch and blew my load into her lover's tight pussy. I caught up with Dave, at the JEWEL BOX. He was making negotiations with a young black female about fucking her in the ass. I didn't see anything I liked, so I told him I would be at the newly opened upstairs bar. I sat down, got a beer and Lori appeared. If you look up "coke whore" in the dictionary, it has her picture by it. She was a short thin dirty blonde. Her hair was stringy and was much in need of shampoo. Lori had a drawn in face with dick sucking lips. She gave great head. Her teeth were gray and rotting from heavy drug use. She had a cute little bod for a woman in her early 30's. Pretty legs and small droopy breasts complete the package. She was wearing a short sheer faded blue baby doll outfit. The hem was right at her ass cheeks, giving you a glimpse of her cute little ass as she paraded around the bar-no panties of course. She came over and sat between my legs on my crotch. I was still a little sore from my last go round with the lesbians, but it didn't take me long to get aroused. I bought her a drink, and starting to finger her pussy as she rubbed her ass on my dick, I occasionally placed a hand on her tit, feeling her nipples through the fabric, but pussy play was my main goal. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a quarter gram of coke I had left over from an eight ball I got while I was in California. I had stopped doing coke because of drug testing, but still had it on hand for the sluts. She promised to drink her $15.00 drink more slowly. (I liked the JEWEL BOX; it was like a discount whore bar.) Joe, the bartender kept coming back every couple of minutes asking Lori if she needed a refill. Finally, she told him to go away and that she would let him know when she was ready for another drink. Her pussy was dry. I had to lick my right finger in order to insert it into her snatch, being careful not to hurt her with my long fingernails. Once I got my finger into her, I had her hostage. I said. "Don't move or you might get hurt." We started to have a serious conversation. She said she needed money (which means lets fuck) to go see a doctor about a lump in her breast. She had me feel with my free hand the side of her left breast. Damn if there wasn't a lump there. I almost felt bad. I told her I wasn't interested in her tonight. "Oh! You are just using me to make you horny for some other girl!" I looked her straight in the eye and said, “You are right, you're absolutely correct. I am a pig." There isn't too much you can do with candid honesty. She knew she wasn't going to get a bottle, so she recommended her girlfriend Anne. Lori claimed that she was new and "She was a good girl." Now, when Lori claims someone is a "good girl" that means three things. One, she fucks for money. Two, she hasn't figured out how to rip guys off yet. And three, she doesn't try to steal Lori's drugs. "Where is she?" Lori got up and brought over this fawn sitting in the dark corner of the bar by herself. She looked like Britney Spears with long curly hair and freckles. She was wearing a more "conservative" baby doll outfit. She had perky titties that stood at attention and nice shapely legs to boot. God what legs. She had on panties, the large oversized kind with frills on them. She had been watching us, and quickly informed me she doesn't like to get felt up at the bar as I removed my hand from her left tit. I got done quickly to the business of bargaining. She asked for $150. I choked. "Look" I said, "I'm not Mr. Woo." Mr. Woo was a generic name the girls gave Japanese businessmen. They typically charged them more for the same piece of pussy. I counter offered with a hundred, which she accepted. Damn she got me. Normally they start at a hundred and I negotiate them down. Oh well, young and pretty was too hard to refuse. She had just graduated high school. She liked glamour style magazines and used the money for make up. She could easily be a cover girl for one. She was a true clothes whore. We went in the back room, which unlike the GOLD RUSH was set up to accommodate fucking. I came up from behind her and cupped both of Britney's er ah Anne's breasts with my hands. She had a slight instinctive response to pull away, but I stayed on her. Damn these things were firm. I kissed her on the back of her shoulders and ran my tongue down the side of her neck. She turned her head slightly allowing me some more access to her long neck. I slid one hand down inside her panties to fondle her pussy hairs. Nothing too slutty yet. She reached around and fondled my dick though my pants. I was a bit surprised; she seemed like such a prudish whore. Once I was hard I moved my dick forward into the crack of her ass cheeks. She had the perfect ass, unlike Lori whose ass was bony. After a little bit of grinding, I turned her around and pulled the nighty top off over her head. All I could see were those pert titties with the cute freckles that ran from her neck to the top her tits. I undressed quickly. She had removed her panties in a somewhat professional manner. She actually folded her clothes and placed them to the side, while mine were heaped. She didn't gasp at my mighty 5.3-inch love muscle either. "How about a little head" I asked. "I haven't done much of that, I'm not very good," she replied. "Jesus lady, there is no such thing as bad head. Let me help you through this." She listened attentively. I continued, “First off, you don't have to take my entire massive organ in your mouth" (not even a smile). “The top part underneath the head has all the sensitive nerve cell endings, just concentrate on it. Secondly, if you have a choking sensation stop. Just take your lips and tongue and lick my cock. You really don't need to put it in your mouth, that's porno movie stuff." Young Britney, er-ah, Anne took my cock in her hands and eagerly licked the underside of it. She was doing quite well. Her lips were parted and her tongue extended as she dragged them up and down slowly along the shaft. “Now with that hand and fondle my balls" I instructed. She reached down and started to grab my balls. “Not so hard" I said with a slight grimace. I was building up for a big one. I reached over and played with her tight pussy lips. I licked my finger and eased it inside her. Yes, this was the same finger that was in Lori, which would concern most bacteria conscience females, but not Anne. I felt the heat from her pussy on my finger and it started to get sticky. The smell of Tabu perfume filled the air. (It's a cheap rank smell, but is my favorite on whores. I was surprised Anne wore it.) I stretched my neck slightly so I could get in a few good wet licks of Miss Tight lips. No musty smell coming from her twat. This thing was daisy fresh. I looked up at her tits and her face buried in my crotch. With her lips moving back and forth, I reached across with my left had and grabbed a handful of tit. "Faster now' I instructed. She grabbed my cock with her hand and made faster strokes. She moved her head back. "Keep licking" I commanded with short breaths. Anne lowered her head back and placed her mouth over the head of my cock and sucked the chrome right off the bumper. Her right hand was moving up and down the shaft, while her left hand was fondling my balls. I turned my head and looked her straight in her the pussy. That was all it took, I blew my load into her unsuspecting mouth. She pulled back a little and kept stroking until I was finished. She grabbed a tissue and daintily spit out my cum into it. She said, “Why didn't you tell me you were going to do that?" I had to chuckle. “You really didn't expect that? C'mon. Oh, and one more lesson. Always get the money up front. If I wasn't a regular, I'd be out the door." I met Dave downstairs and we swapped stories. We decided to hit one more bar and call it a night as our funds were running low. We hit a small no name club next to the Midway. We were fairly well depleted of funds and cum. We ordered up beers and watched some local sow on stage. We both turned down offers to buy the haggy-baggies drinks, as they attempted to make their sagging charms appealing. None had the proper eye appeal. We were getting ready to depart when in from the back office walked Kitten. Kitten was a cute little red head. She was a real baby doll. Both Dave and I had fucked her on separate occasions. She had a nice personality, a tight pussy, and strawberry nipples. We really didn't care too much about "nice personality" part as much as her tight pussy. She sat down on my left away from Dave and I bought her a drink, since she did remember me. (How could she forget the mighty 5.3 incher!)? Dave felt left out, so I swapped chairs with her, placing Kitten in between the two of so we could both feel her up. She explained she had been "out of the business" for a while visiting her parents. They didn’t know she is a dancer/hooker, but had come down to Baltimore and took her back to Townson. She worked in a grocery store deli at minimum wage fighting off the advances of the store manager in large polyester pants who kept promising her the “good life.” She had been making in a week, what she was doing in a night down on the Block. The owner wanted to feature her picture outside the bar, but she refused, fearing someone would tell her parents. I just loved these stories. While she was giving me her recent biography, I was concentrating on her tight pussy and gently pinching her left strawberry nipple. Dave was busy at work fondling her ass. She would occasionally turn around and smile at him as he played with her ass. Dave bought Kitten the next drink, hoping to get some of the tit action. I started to feel a stir in Mr. Mikey. The little guy wanted out again. What a slut Mr. Mikey can be. I quickly got a bottle and headed upstairs with Kitten, leaving Dave behind with a $20 ginger ale. Hey, what the fuck are friends for? I walked up the stairs behind her watching her ass swivel to and fro in her tight jeans. I was hypnotized by the pendulum movement of her butt. There was a faint wisp of sweet smelling perfume as the upstairs air blew over Kitten to my olfactory. The upstairs area had a large black near-leather couch in a dimly lit room with black painted walls. There was no door to the stairway and I felt that someone could walk in at anytime. That was not going to be a deterrent. I looked around and said "Here, in the open?" On the Block Ch. 01 Kitten responded calmly, "Don't worry, it will be all right, nobody comes up here." "I hope at least one person cums up here" I responded wryly. "Oh -who?" Kitten asked. "Never mind" I said. I just love women who aren't rocket scientists. I quickly stripped down to my underwear, not too sure about sticking my bare ass on the community fuck-couch. My large sweaty ass generally sticks to this kind of material. I am sure the sweat of a thousand Johns must be one this thing. Kitten stood in front of the couch and stripped for me slowly. She removed her small tank top, making her naked from the waist up-more freckles and strawberry nipples. She then turned her back to me and undid her jeans. She wiggled her hips back and forth to make them fall to the ground. She then slipped the panties off and bent over to pick up her clothes giving me a bird's eye view of her puffy pussy lips covered with wisps of red hair, She turned back and walked toward me placing herself standing between my stretched out legs. I closed my legs to hold her in place while I started to suck on her pert strawberry nipples. I said, "This job has a few more perks than your last one." She purred "Uh-ha" in a soft voice. As my mouth swapped breasts, I ran my hand slowly up the inside of her leg, caressing her thighs. She parted her legs to accept my hand as I felt her pussy. I first touched the fine red hairs on her mound, then the hairs around the lips. They were already moist. I slid my index finger along her pussy, opening it ever so slightly, working my finger inside. Damn! She was still tight. I placed my right hand on her shoulder and started to push her down slowly on her knees, my way of letting her know what I wanted. I slid my underwear off and forgot about want evil might still be lurking on the sofa. My finger popped out of her pussy and I placed my hands on the sides of her head and massaged her hair around her pixie ears while she her bobbed up and down along my cock. She was making those smacking, popping suction sounds as she moved back and forth. I was thankful we weren't in an avalanche area. She had me purring. Kitten had used her mouth to place a small sheep skin half rubber on me. She was good. She then got up and sat on Mr. Mighty, spreading her legs across mine. She was so tight; it didn't even feel like I had a rubber on. I bounced her up on my dick. She didn't really need my help, so being a gentleman; I tried holding her tits in place while she was moving. They can put an eye out if you don’t do that. I had a friend lose his vision that way. Kitten started crying, " Oh yes, baby, now give it me, Cum inside my pussy." It felt great. I had come already twice that night, and I was going to be slow in coming this third time. I said, "Look this isn't going to work, let's try something different." I now lay down on the nefarious sofa and had her lay on top me, face up. I penetrated her pussy from behind (I can't do this with large assed women) with her back on top of my abdomen. I was now in complete control. I stuck my tongue in her ear while my hands roamed over her body. I would feel her pussy and tits simultaneously while I was fucking her. My tongue went from her ears to her neck. I had my left hand squeezing a strawberry while my right, with wetted fingers, was flicking at her clit. I heard the downstairs door open, I knew my time was up and with that I came in her, blowing the rubber off. She got up and cleaned herself off, as cum was dripping down her leg. She said, "God, I should be paying you!" "I won't stop you. Honest" I replied. Kitten laughed and then spoke, “You got a nice size dick. It's just the right size." My chest swelled with pride. I knew I wasn't going to hurt anyone with it. We went down stairs and I met Dave still in the same chair. We decided to call it a night and go home. We left. Dave asked me how it went. I looked Dave straight in the eye and shook my head. I said, “Dave, I can't lie to you. It went terrible. The woman must have been fucking horses while she was gone. Her cunt is as big as a fuckin' canyon. I don't know what happened to her, but she is all stretched out of shape. I wish you had gone with Kitten instead of me. It was a waste of money. I couldn't even get off." Dave chuckled and patted me on the back, "You see Mikey-Fucker, you can't put one over on Dave." "Dave, you got me again." I smiled back at him. I still had the smell of fresh Kitten on my fingers. On the Block Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Blazing Saddles Originally titled "Whoring Night Chapter 2" Rewritten and edited by La Pantera Bonita I decided to introduce my friend Roger to the Block. He hasn’t been laid in a few years and needed to get his tubes cleaned out. Roger is a Texan. He is 6'6" tall and is built like a sumo wrestler. He has a handle bar mustache and dark long hair, which he typically wears in a ponytail. We took his pickup truck and parked behind the Flamingo Bar. There is no attendant there. The parking spots are numbered and there is a board with corresponding numbers and slots. You toss in $3 dollars for the numbered slot for your appropriate parking spot and you are good for the night. It is a safe lot, right across from the police station. It was about eight PM. Shift change was over and the evening girls would be settled in. It is a good time to get a young popular model before she becomes too used for the evening. We hit the JEWEL BOX first. Lori saw me as I walked in the door and came running over. "You gotta see this!" she exclaimed. She was all excited about something. The last time she was this excited, I had to watch two flies fucking. "Take a lude" I told her. She was all the time bouncing off the walls. She took my hand and proceeded to take me downstairs to the private customer area. Joe, the bartender yelled at her to stop. I had not paid yet. She barked back at Joe and said we would only be a few minutes. I shrugged my shoulders stepped over to the bar and ask Joe to take care of my friend Roger. Joe knew I was a regular and that was my way of telling him not to rip Roger off as a tourist. Of course, Roger was a big boy who could handle himself. He reminded me of Mungo from "Blazing Saddles." You wouldn't want to shoot Roger -that would only piss him off. As we were going down the creaky wooden stairs Lori puts her finger to her dick sucking lips and goes, "shhhh” as if I’m the one making the noise. There are 3 small adjoining rooms. In Pennsylvania, we call them closets. The first is a small office; the other two had cots in them for "business." We entered the office area. This was the first time I had ever been in this room and Lori again placed her finger to her lips indicating for my silence. She motioned to me to help her remove a picture from the wall, as she turned out the lights. Ahhh, a peephole. Lori took a quick peek into the hole and motioned me to do the same. There was the biggest, hairiest white ass I have ever seen propped up in the air. There was a huge fucking zit on his left cheek; I thought it was an eye staring back at me. Next to the great white moon was a tiny girl in a black nightie spanking the guy on the ass with a paddle. I had to take a second look. It was surrealistic; the huge size of this ass, next to a small girl who stood about the same height; he was on his knees on top of the cot and she was standing on the floor. We placed the picture back and went outside into the hallway. "Do you know who that is?" she whispered. "Looks like Madeline." I replied. "No, no, no, the guy, do you know who the guy is?" "Lori" I said with half a grin, "Not from that angle." "He's a Hog! He's one of the Washington Redskin Hogs!" I just shook my head. The Redskins had just won the Superbowl. I was wondering how the rest of the team was celebrating. I can just see the HBO series "When Hogs Behave Badly." We crept back upstairs. I owed Lori for this one. Roger was sitting at the bar drinking away. I told Roger I had to go back downstairs and get a blowjob and that I'd be right back. Joe was happy to see me get a bottle, i.e., pay-up. Lori was still wearing her street clothes, jeans and tank top. She normally arrives late, especially when she is fucking someone out in the parking lot before work. I didn't want to fuck her, she had been hit more times than Joe Louis, and that was probably just today. However, a Lori blowjob special would do me just fine. I went into the far end room next to out football star and stripped waiting for Lori to return. I was listening to the goings on, as the walls are paper-thin. "Whack!" "Whack!" " Bad boy for grabbing Mommy's tit." "Oh Jesus" I thought. "What the fuck have I done to deserve this?" I held back the laughter. Lori came back naked with some tissues and a hot wet washcloth. She took the washcloth and wiped down my dick with it, as I was lying flat on my back. She was getting ready to put on a rubber and mount me, and I said, "Wrong, suck it." She said, " Why don't you ever fuck me, all you want is for me to suck your dick." I looked intently at her, buying time to think. “You know Lori, my first wife told me that once, just once." I glared back at her. She got the picture. I like being able to choose whom I will fuck in a night, and what kind of sex it will be. Money and drugs are equalizers for us fat ugly guys with gigantic 5.3 inch dicks. Lori knelt down between my legs draped over the edge of the worn cot. She lowered her head in submission unto my cock and then proceeded to draw a full 30-inch vacuum. Her head bobbed up and down furiously as she used her right hand to stroke my dick. I knew I wasn't going to last long. Until I realized, I had a distraction from beyond. Whack! "Bad Boy." Whack! "You've been bad." Thwack! "Tell Momma you’re sorry." The picture in my mind of that big hairy ass was enough to prevent a quick cumming. Normally I think about old baseball teams and try to name the starting player at each position. I was smiling at her, daring her to make me cum. Her cheeks are already naturally hollowed inward. The additional suction she had nearly caved her face in as Lori kept bobbing away like a good little girl. Then she looked up at me. Her face wasn't cute enough to make me cum. I had her where I wanted, 30 minutes of power suction. Mmmm, life is good. Then the bitch did it. From out of the blue, she stuck a finger up my ass and I shot my wad. She had pulled her mouth away for my dick, causing my load to land all over her hair. "Shit, I just washed it!" she remarked, reaching up a tissue and attempting to wipe it out. "I'm sorry; I thought that was where you wanted it. You know us men don't have good aim." I became a little concerned about these latent homosexual tendencies I had developed. I am thinking about a big hairy butt, get a finger shoved up my ass, then I cum. Jesus, what the fuck next. I thought it best not to tell Roger. After all, he is from Texas where men are men and sheep are scared. We went back upstairs and I bought Lori a drink. This way we would talk, so this isn't a wham bam thank you ma'am session. It is the equivalent of women forcing their husbands to cuddle after sex, when all they want to be is left the fuck alone. The sacrifices we make. I normally buy a "cuddle drink" for the girls or at least apologize or make an excuse why I can't- like "You got all my money bitch, how about buying me a drink!" Sometimes they do! I am not sure who the real sucker is in that case. Roger was doing fine. He had a fresh beer. He was sitting with a girl who was stroking his long hair and he hadn't invested a dime in her, save a dollar or two, she worked off him for the jukebox scam. Damn, I should have warned him about that. I bought Lori a drink and Joe gave me a "free" beer. He looked at Lori's small tuft of hair still plastered to her skull, then looked over at me and gave me a smirk and a headshake. Again, I shrugged my shoulders as if to say, "What's a guy to do?" I asked Lori, who was the most famous athlete that came down here. Lori responded, "Do you remember Old Christine?" "Christine was an athlete?" I asked. "No, she had Mickey Mantle's son." "Get the fuck out." I gasped in disbelief. "She had pictures and everything." "What? Of her and Mantle together?" Lori continued, “Of her and her son. He was the spitting image of his father. She said Mickey Mantle was a real mean bastard toward women. He made them walk behind him like the Japanese, and wouldn't allow them to speak unless spoken to…" [Author’s note-This story was actually related to me similar to how Lori tells me in this tale. Mantle did a lot of whoring, as evident by his FBI file on line. It is not unlikely there may be one or a few of his bastards out there.] "Hey how about your friend, " she continued. I turned to Rog, "Would you like a blow job from Lori?" Roger looked at Lori's ball-snot collection in her hair and claimed he was ready to go to another bar. That was enough cuddling; time to go. I kissed Lori on the cheek good-bye, almost in a brotherly fashion, and gave a gentle squeeze on her jean-covered ass in a not-so brotherly fashion and whispered "Roger said maybe next time." I escorted Roger over to CRYSTALS, another favorite spot. I quickly went over again the fine ground rules and costs of whoring on the Block. It was his turn. The girls were all over Roger as soon as we stepped in the door. The all wanted to touch his hair. My hair was long too, but not nearly the length of ole Rog. We sat down. Roger ordered his usual two beers (he drinks one down real fast, while the barmaid opens the second one-which he "nurses"). He is interested in Demi, a knockout. Demi was from Miami with a great all over tan. She had the body of a model, although she had nice facial features, she was not glamorous. She knew guys were chumps and worked them over hard. I had bought her a drink once, and took an instant dislike to her. Normally disliking a good looking babe with a body doesn't prevent me from abusing and degrading them. This time it did. I had seen her before have 5 bottles bought for her in one hour by three different guys. She would tell the bartender to come to the back room after 5 minutes had elapsed to, claiming she had to dance. The poor guy would have to buy another bottle if he wanted her to stay. She created a scene after the one "John" left because Don, the bartender had become busy and took 10 minutes to come get her. She was a cunt with a capital "K." I warned Roger about her. He claimed she promised him the full thirty minutes. After being in the backroom for 5 minutes, Roger returned to the bar. He was pissed. "Did you get off?" I asked- always the important things first. "Yes. I got off" he responded hesitantly. "Well, what's the fuck the problem, Roger?" "The problem is I didn't get the full 30 minutes." "Roger" I explained. "It's 30 minutes or until you cum, whichever is first. The object is not to see how many times you can cum in 30 minutes." "No one explained that to me," said Big Roger with a pout visible under his mustache. “Oh Jesus”, I thought. I guess this is what they call skill of the craft. I tried to console him, claiming he did all right, after all, he got off, when Teresa approached me and said "hello." I turned to see who spoke. I didn't recognize her. She had put on a lot of weight. "You're looking good as ever." It was a lot of weight and she looked like shit. Teresa replied, "No, I put on a lot of weight." I bought her a drink and we small talked. Teresa had two cousins working here, Big Cindy and Dan the bartender. Dan would later appear as a barker in the movie "On the Block, a box office flop that failed to capitalize on the success of "Blaze." I had been fucking Teresa regularly. She looked a lot like my ex-wife and even had the same name. She gave better head than her too, but most women did. My ex-wife had a crooked tooth that would scrape my dick whenever she tried to suck it. A marriage doomed from the start. Teresa was chubby when I first met her, but lost a lot of weight on the no balanced meal and an eight ball diet. She preferred it doggy style, which I would accommodate. She had medium length sun blond hair and "C" cup titties, which I would grab onto, as I would take her from behind. She claimed you could not get pregnant doing it doggy style. She just had a baby a year ago and was now back at work. What a family leave policy. I couldn't fuck her now, at least not with Roger with me. I was praying she didn't want to fuck. I asked her if she was still working the backrooms, as she was not dressed for the part. She responded, "No, I don't do bottles anymore, I'm a mother. Would you buy me another drink?" I politely refused explaining, “I was hoping to get you a bottle, and I really need to go in the backroom." I felt safe saying that, because she doesn’t fuck anymore. Also, it leaves the “door” open in case Tubby does shed a few pounds. Teresa lit up. "Hey, I got a girl you would love." She went in the back and returned with a friend. She introduced me to Spike. Spike was a bit cold at first. She didn't like setups. She was selective about her clientele. We chatted a bit in order to feel each other out. Seems we were both classic-rock lovers and thought Jim Morrison was God. The conversation warmed up. She liked my clothes and jewelry. We slowly began to realize we were both bullshit artists out of the same mold. Bullshit artists have mutual admiration for each other. We were sitting at the corner of the bar, so I was a slight distance away from her. It would have been too awkward to reach out and caress her breast, as I would have had to move closer. Spike then spoke, "I don't like to see women getting felt up at the bar”. She was looking at my friend Roger, “talking” to another girl, and feeling her tits. “It is too degrading." Being ever the liberal I agreed with her, "You are so right Spike" Pointing my finger as I spoke. Shit! There goes plan "A." Dan came over to let us know I either had to buy a bottle or Spike had to dance. I told Spike I would like to see her dance, and I would buy her a bottle afterward. Actually, I wanted Roger to see what I was going to fuck. Spike took the stage. Everyone shut up and watched. There are certain dancers who have an aura about them which demands respect. Spike was 5'2'' tall; long jet black hair like the island girls; blue eyes; very pretty face, posed several times for biker magazines; 22 years of age; fair skin, her Dad was Irish and Mom Italian, nice firm conical breasts, beautiful legs, and a great ass. Her pussy hairs were long and black, but kept neat and trim. She had broken a nail that day working on her transmission. She scrapes soap under her fingernails before she starts work, that way all the grime gets on the soap and rinses right off. What a gal! Spike danced fervently across the stage to David Lee Roth's "Bump and Grind" She grabbed hold of the pole and moved her ass to the music. The clothes slowly peeled off. She didn't do anything slutty, just quick smooth dance moves with a sexy ass wiggle. There were two young loud mouths sitting at the front of the stage. Now there wasn’t a peep coming from them. Their eyes were glued on her every move and their mouths agape. I almost enjoyed watching them as much as I did watching Spike. Okay I lied. It was no contest. When Spike was done, she walked off stage carrying her clothes. I flipped Dan a C-note, picked up our drinks and we headed toward the backrooms. I quickly undressed. There immediately followed a groping session, like two kids playing doctor. She didn't mind the slutty stuff behind closed doors. I handed her money and then she walked out of the room. She returned in about 5 minutes, which seemed like eternity. I had gotten my clothes half back on, thinking she was not going to return. She went over to the table and cut out a few lines. She said, "Let's do these lines, then fuck." You could have knocked me over with a feather. Normally I buy the coke in order to get coke whores free. Now I am paying for the whore and getting the coke free (or Pepsi free depending on taste). The bottom line and results were the same. By now I had stopped doing coke because of the drug testing policy; but when a beautiful naked lady says to, "Let's do these lines and fuck," there is an official clause that states under duress one might rescind on a resolution. I was in love. Oh not regular love, but love as defined by the Chaldean Oracles, "The Hidden One who secretly doth cause to spread among all souls the Fire that cannot be attained by contemplation." [Paris Papyrus verse 1762] I can now fully understand Marion Berry’s situation-you must do the coke to get the pussy. I am just glad I am not mayor or something important; I was just a part time school bus driver. I did my line. I was polite and took the fat one, wanting to spare this young thing the evils of drugs. The coke had been rock hard to cut and flew across the room a few times. The line burned my nostril all the way up. In a serious doctor-like fashion, I informed Spike, “this coke had a benzene base to it." I then tasted the residue on the table and rubbed it on my gums… "And a glue dryer." She looked at me with raised eyebrows. I went on, “The Feds have been cracking down on the ether, so the manufacturers are using benzene and petroleum as substitutes. That is why you see a lot of cokeheads getting stomach cancer. Benzene is a real killer. Got any more?" She was so impressed we got to finish the gram. Ah yes, I am still the Bullshit King. I felt like Rocky jumping up and down at the top of the stairs. Spike’s feet had been hurting her, so I had her lay down while I rubbed them. She was naked on the couch; face up with her right side against the wall or back of the couch. I lifted her right foot in the air; just enough to part her legs and get a good view of her pussy lips. I took both hands and held the foot on each side and used my thumbs mostly to massage the ball of her foot. I proceeded to her toes. Her black toe polish matched my fingernail polish. I then worked each toe separately with my fingers back and forth and raising the toe at the same time. After I did each toe like that, I placed all fingers in between the toes and stretched them sideways. I held her foot up a little higher and ran my tongue over the soft in seam tissue of the arch. Her eyes were closed at this time. She was purring. I could see her pussy twitching. I was getting rock hard myself. While I was gently tonguing the arch, I was working the heel. I placed the foot down. I was done. She quickly put her other foot in my face. This time I sat on the sofa between her feet, her right foot behind my back, extending her left foot outward. This spread her legs apart even further and placed my eyes closer to heaven. I performed the same ritual on the second foot, only this time on occasion I would rub my hand and without objection on her pussy lips. I turned her over on her stomach and rubbed the back of her calves, first hard, then with slow caresses. I licked the soft tissue on the back of her knees and proceed up her legs. I rubbed and then gently bit her ass cheeks and nestled my tongue in the small of her back. I started to massage her back when there was a knock at the door. I checked my watch, Fuck! 45 minutes has gone by. I was going to have to get another bottle. Spike went to the door and told Dan to "go away. I will let you know when my time is up." My love just deepened. “Got any more Coke?" I was not shy at this point, besides this was bad stuff. The more I did the less of a chance she had of hurting herself with it. A pity they don't give out citizenship awards to self-sacrificing guys like me. She had another quarter gram she was saving for her boyfriend, but what the hell. She cut out two fat lines, while I massaged her back, shoulder, and neck. I would lick the nape of her neck, which gave her noticeable goose bumps. I went to stick a tongue in her ear, but she objected. I ended up with my hand around her head rubbing the back of her head with my thumbs. We rolled up a C-note and finished the last two lines.