Rebecca @ Prosper City via a low, low, track

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Sheesh! The low is REALLY low. Like a starving fisherman trawling in a cesspool for tasty trout, I mindlessly zigzagged the Hastings-Cordova, Main to Commercial, Sargasso Sea. About to leave, I spotted this skinny waif with a turtleneck pulled halfway over her face. A turtleneck in this heat? And half the face covered? Why I stopped, I’ll never be able to adequately answer, however, I did and she jumped in.
The left side of this girls face was absolutely gorgeous. Blue eyes, bobbed nose, she could have been a model. Things weren’t quite right though. While she talked she held the turtleneck over the right side of her face. I asked “what are you hiding? Come-on… lower the turtleneck down from your face.”

She slowly slid it down and…OH..MY..GOD.. I was stunned. Her right nostril was crusted and bloody. The right side of her face had these really ugly sores that looked like she had been bobbing for apples in a barrel of barbed wire. She begged and pleaded. “My body is really nice, I’ll do anything you want…” I stopped the car and told her that there was no way I could do anything with her. She was really upset and started crying, saying things like “nobody will do anything with me…”
I felt sick to my stomach. Not at her but at the rotten SOB that got her addicted to whatever she was addicted to. I anguished over how something so terrible could befall someone so young and (potentially) so beautiful. I took her to A&W and told her she could have anything she wanted. She ordered 2 huge cheeseburgers, a large fry and a huge coke. Believe-it-or-not she ate everything. She begged and pleaded for money, again offering anything, but I again declined. Instead I told her that her company was perfect. I gave her $20 for her time and let her out. She had a huge smile on her face when she left. My heart froze. Her young beautiful mouth was filled with blackened teeth.
Damn I felt rotten. I had zero desire to see any more drug addicts. “What now Bozo?” I asked myself. Several drinks and several hours later I found myself at Prosper City.
The sign on the wall at P.C. listed the different prices for varying time length of a massage. I opted for the one hour (I think it was $55). I told the guy at the counter that I wanted a great massage. He said Rebecca gave a great massage so I consented, was introduced to Rebecca, paid the $55.00, and was escorted to the room.
I indicated that I wanted to take a long hot shower and Rebecca cheerfully said “Ok, I come back after shower”.
I must have spent 30 minutes in the shower trying to wash off a dirt that was more then skin deep. The water was so hot that when I finally exited the shower my skin was red and still steamed while I toweled. Rebecca then knocked and entered. With a smile she took the towel from me and took over the task of drying my body. She bent low as she toweled my calves and then, with a smile, she looked up. The hair on her forehead tickled my balls. Her lips were about ½ inch from my now-stirring member.

“Please get up on table for massage” she requested. The next 45 minutes were pure heaven. I love a good massage and this one was perfect. When she asked me to “turn over”, I was relaxed. The bad Hastings experience was no longer causing my gut to churn.
She looked at one-eyed Pete, now standing up and yearning for a massage of his own. Coyly, Rebecca asked if there was anything else I wanted. I indicated that I wanted the full complement of her feminine charms. Enthralled with her wit and compassion, I donated an additional brown and a red to her children’s college fund. This must have moved her deeply for, with romantic bedroom-eyes, she proceeded to remove her dress. Topless, her full C++ breasts gently swung too-and-fro as I viewed them from below while lying on my back. Rebecca’s chocolate brown nipples were the size and shape of #2 pencil erasers. She cupped one breast in each hand and exclaimed “And they are all real too!” I reached up and replaced her hands with mine. I couldn’t resist tweaking each nipple, teasing them to even greater lengths. Speaking personally, the length of Mr. Wanker is directly proportional to the length of a ladies nipples. . I raised my head up and began sucking each nipple, alternating between the left and the right. Mr. Wanker was stabbing her in the tummy as she pressed her tits into my face.

Meanwhile she was removing her panties. Now completely nude, she got up onto the table, straddled me, and… she jumped right to 69! With her pussy in my face, her little starfish winking at me from above, she began to suck my balls and dick. Her bottom was amazingly round and firm, her pussy clean, partially shaven and fragrant; musky but not fishy. Peter Piper was having a good time in her mouth. The BBBJ was soft, no hint of teeth, and I reciprocated by lightly teasing the lips of her pussy with the tip of my tongue. She began to press back on my tongue, grinding her pelvis into my jaw and chin. I tongued a bit deeper, licking, probing, and tracing circles with my tongue. Abandoning caution, I sucked her slippery, pouting, sweet lips into my mouth. Heaven help me but I even licked her crinkled little brown eye. As her rapidly slipping-and-sliding pussy started making sucking sounds on my face, I realized that she had quick sucking ol’ Pete, but I didn’t mind much; What the hell. She was really getting off on the tongue probing so I continued.
My face was getting pretty slick when she lifted her ass from my face, ripped open a condom, slipped it on and then guided me in. Ahh… ain’t life grand? With Rebecca riding me like a cowgirl at a rodeo, I had a great time passively lying on my back watching my slick ridged pole slide in and out of her. She then suggested doggy-style and I agreed. Now on my knees on the table and mounting her from the rear, what I found extremely exciting was looking to the left and seeing our reflection going at it in the mirror. The sight of me gently slap-smacking my hips into her pretty little bottom almost made me pop then and there.
Awhile later we switched to missionary. I slipped in and we slowly pressed pubic bones together. For the next ten minutes or so our bodies rolled like waves in warm honey. At first, kissing was tentative and fleeting, however after I placed light nibbles and kisses up and down her neck she began to kiss deeper. The more we kissed, the more she wanted to kiss. “I think lovemaking is much better and more fun…” she whispered. What ensued was a most satisfying and complete release followed by about 10 minutes of cuddling, small talk and a lot more kissing. Then… yes guys, she even tied my shoes!

Rebecca is most definitely a GFE, AND a hell of a competent masseuse to boot.

Stats: Mid 30s Asian (most likely Chinese); small pert mouth; full C or better breasts with great, suck-me nipples; Approximately 5’6”; 130#-140#, probably about 34-27-34;

Build: not thin, with maybe an inch and a half to two inches of pleasant fat padding tummy, hips and thighs.

Looks: 7
Attitude: 9.9
Service: 9.9999 (Hey, it’s my first post - I can’t give a 10!)

 

[HOV Ranch]

Bummer about the track thing. That is exactly why I never pick chicks up in my car. She sounded happy to have to do nothing and you still gave her money. Probably lots of guys do.

 

[Dev]

That low track story is pretty sad! I probably would have done exactly the same thing.

Thanks for ending it on a high note. Damn fine read!

 

[Jenx D]

Welcome to eforum.xxx, Been_There2. I look forward to reading more of your tales of toil and tail.