'Tis not life not a fiction, and fiction naught but life, trapped on paper? Nay, tis so, I swear.
And be thou most tender in regard to your safety, when thou wouldst dally with a strange lass, or lad, who thou knowest not from before that day. And if that lass be a street-walking strumpet, or that lad a free and fancy type, available for coin, well, then, hearken well to the adage: wrappeth well thine rascal.
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I had agreed to take a friend of mine out cruising for hookers. I had borrowed Doug's car the night before to pick up two hookers with the promise that the next night I would take him out and show him how and where to find them. My "date" with the two hookers went very well, and I'd made arrangements to meet up with them again about the same time next week.
Fortunately, I was able to get my van back from the shop that afternoon, so we wouldn't have to use Doug's car which was, to be frank about it, too small for two people picking up hookers. It was Friday, and payday, so we had plenty of time and money for our little "expedition."
Doug showed up at my place about seven that night. I pointed out to him that it was still daylight and earlier than I usually liked, but agreed to go over the territory with him anyway. I often spent several hours circling around in an area of about 14 miles by 4 miles, with the occasional excursion to hot-spots I'd found outside that area.
Once in the van, I drove and told him where we were going, and why.
First off, I told him that the fastest way to get there was to take the interstate, which was three blocks from my apartment, but the easiest way was to just turn right out of the parking lot and keep going.
He asked me which way I preferred, and I told him that when I was heading out, I liked to go straight down Van Buren, but preferred the interstate when returning.
Doug opted for easy, since the interstate made him nervous, and off we went. From my apartment it was about ten miles to what I considered the fringes of hooker territory, and about another five or six to the heart of it. As we went along, I briefed Doug on what I'd figured out over the years, both in Phoenix and other cities and states.
It boiled down to the following:
Most hookers are black, but there's a lot of latina hookers here in Phoenix.
There are fewer hookers out during the daytime, but the ones that are out tend to be better looking.
Always let them start the ball rolling. Let them ask for a ride, let them ask if you're a cop, and let them ask if you're looking for a date. (Oddly enough, I've fucked hookers in a couple dozen cities in almost as many states, on both coasts and across the Midwest, and they all ask if you're looking for a date. It's like there's a fucking script almost all hookers work off of.)
Never tell them how much money you've got and, in fact, don't have all your money in one place. Leave some in your wallet, put some in each pocket, some in the glove box, and so on.
I haven't found a hooker yet that won't give you a blowjob. It's faster for them, since they don't have to undress. Also, you can get a blow-job almost any place you can park. Most all of them will fuck, too, but unless you're driving a van or a car with a real big back seat, a lot of them will want to use a hotel room or a secluded parking spot. Fortunately, most of them know several such parking spots. Since we were in the van, we had more choices than we would have had in his car.
Not many will let you fuck them up the ass, and the ones who will usually charge more, sometimes a lot more. If you want to butt-fuck a hooker, you should have some lube and a rubber. In fact, a rubber is just a generally good idea when fucking hookers.
Then he asked me how I could tell if someone was a hooker. I replied, "During the day, like now, it's harder to tell because there are a lot more people out on the sidewalks, especially where we're going. It's a fairly busy neighborhood. Things to watch out for are clothing, attitude and location.
"If she's wearing skimpy clothes that say "fuck me!" that's a good sign.
"Attitude: if she just stands there and watches you go by, or waves at you, or especially tries to wave you over, that's also a good sign.
"If you see a woman walking along with a guy, odds are she's not a hooker, although she could be one, walking with a pimp or a client. Not likely, though.
"Location is the critical sign, though. If you see a girl standing on the corner, or walking up to the corner, or, especially, getting out of a car at the corner, or half-way down to the next street, odds are she's a hooker."
About that time, we reached the outskirts of hooker territory. I told Doug, "I always like to make the first pass just driving through end to end and get an idea of who's out and about. Keep driving, and I'll point out the ones I think are hookers."
About eight, just about the time it started to get dark, Doug decided that he was ready for his first hooker. I asked him if he had any preferences, and he said that he wanted to try a black girl we'd seen about a half-mile back. I turned around and went back, but she was gone, probably picked up by someone else.
While we were turning the block from looking for her, a car stopped ahead of us, letting another black girl out before pulling away. I asked Doug, and he said OK, so I pulled up next to her at the corner and stopped. She leaned in Doug's window, giving him a good view of her tits and asked if we could give her a ride. Doug stuttered and I said OK, so she hopped into the back. We took off again, and she asked if we were cops. I said no, and asked her if she was, and she said no, then asked if we were looking for a date. Doug stuttered again, and I said yes, and what was she offering?
She named off a list of things she'd do, and the prices she'd do them for. All standard hooker stuff, blowjob or a fuck for $20, blowjob and a fuck for $30, or a blowjob to completion and then a fuck for $40. Doug said he had $20 and wanted a blowjob. She asked where we wanted to park or if we wanted to do it in the van while we were driving. I said, "In the van," and had Doug turn his seat around backward. He handed her the twenty then pulled his pants down around his knees. She knelt in front of him and started sucking his dick. I kept most of my attention on my driving, but took glances across at the other seat to see how it was going. It didn't take long until Doug was clutching the hooker's head and pumping his cum down her throat.
I circled back and let the hooker out where we'd picked her up, then asked Doug how he liked it. He liked it a lot (surprise!), wanted to do it again and asked me if I was going to get some. I told him that before the night was out I'd almost certainly get some.
I told Doug that I'd show him the three or four other places I'd got lucky and off we went again.
The first area was further east on Van Buren, and it was barren. I told him that this area was usually a bust, but the few times I did find a hooker there, it was well worth it. We hit 40th Street, turned around and headed back west. On the way back through, I saw an attractive-looking latina walking toward the corner and pointed her out to Doug.
When we got to Central I turned north a few miles, then west. I told Doug that there was an area about two miles long here that often had a few working girls, and that a mile south and three miles east was another spot.
We did the cruise to the west and found nothing, ditto for the cruise to the east. Then I told Doug that I was going to keep going east until we hit 40th street, then I was going to turn back south to Van Buren and see if that latina was still around.
We got back down to Van Buren, but no sign of the latina. I hit the end of the 'zone' and turned around and went back. About a mile back east, I saw a tall long-haired big-titted blonde wearing a cut-off tee-shirt and a short blue plaid skirt getting out of a pick-up on the corner. I pointed her out to Doug and said, "I'm going to try her," then turned at the next block, then turned again, heading back the way we'd come, but a block to the south. At the next corner was a stop sign, and as I stopped, I saw the girl walking our way.
I waited at the stop sign for her. She came up to the van, walked around to my side and asked if we could give her a ride. I said OK, and she walked back around and hopped in back. As I pulled away from the stop sign, she introduced herself as Ariel, then asked if we were cops. I said no, then asked if she was. She said no, then asked what we were doing, and if we were looking for a date.
I said that I was, and asked if she available, which she said she was, then asked me what I was interested in. I said I wasn't sure, and asked her what she'd do. She started off with the usual, twenty for a blowjob, blah blah blah, then she looked at the two of us and said, "It's been a while since I've done a sandwich. That's fifty."
Doug asked, "What's a sandwich?" to which Ariel replied, "That's where I take one of you in the cunt and one in the ass at the same time."
I looked over at Doug and said, "How about it? You want her ass?" He shook his head at that, and said, "You do it, I'll take the pussy."
I turned back to Ariel and asked, "How much for you to suck me off first, then the sandwich?"
She answered, "Make it sixty and you've got a deal. You'd better have some kind of lubrication, though. Ain't no way you're going to fuck my ass dry." I told her that I had some lube in the glove box, then we agreed on the sixty bucks, Doug and I each giving her thirty. I pulled over and Doug and I traded places for a while. I had him drive while Ariel knelt down in front of me and sucked me off.
It didn't take long for her to get me off. I was horny from just thinking about fucking a hooker, from watching the earlier hooker sucking Doug off, and from the idea of reaming Ariel's ass in the near future. Ariel gave pretty good head, and in just a few minutes she was swallowing a healthy load of fresh, hot cum.
She sat back, wiped her lips, and said, "Damn, that was a big load. You gonna be ready to fuck my ass in a bit?" I assured her I would be, then told Doug to pull over so I could drive again. I asked Ariel where she wanted to park, then followed her directions to an out-of-the-way spot a couple of miles away. I backed the van into the spot she pointed out, then crawled into the back with her, telling Doug to stay up front for the moment.
Ariel joined me in the back of the van and peeled out of her skirt and top while I was getting out of my shorts. I sat down on the edge of the back seat and Ariel knelt in front of me, wrapping her tits around my cock and rubbing them up and down for a bit, then bending down and sucking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head for a moment, then pulled back and said, "Damn, you've got a big cock. You're really going to stretch my asshole out of shape." I figured that was just the usual hooker talk, anything to get the john excited so he'll come sooner, but I still enjoyed hearing it.
Once I was hard again, Doug joined us in the back. Ariel sucked his cock a bit, but he was already hard. While she was doing that, I was smearing lube over her ass and fingering it into her asshole. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Let me get your friend's cock settled into my pussy, then you can slide that thing into my ass."
She had Doug lie down on the floor, then straddled him, guiding him into her pussy with one hand while spreading her pussy lips with the other. Once she had entirely engulfed him, she rocked back and forth for a minute or so, then stopped, reached behind herself with both hands, spread her ass-cheeks apart and said, looking over her should at me again, "Do me, baby."
While she'd been getting Doug into her cunt, I'd been smearing gel over my cock, and was more than ready to "do her." I knelt behind her and rubbed the head of my cock up and down the crack of her ass a few times, then zeroed in on her puckered asshole. I pushed against her, the head of my cock wedged between her cheeks briefly, before it popped into her anal ring.
I paused there for a few seconds, looking down and seeing the first inch or so of my cock in her ass, her rounded ass-cheeks surrounding the rest of it. Then I pressed forward again, until I was balls-deep in her ass. There was enough gel on my cock and in her ass that I was able to easily slide in and out, and I was soon able to stroke in and out of her ass in long, smooth strokes.
Then she started humping herself up and down on Doug's cock, and I lost my rhythm. I soon picked it up, though, and before long all three of us were moving in unison, Ariel slamming herself up and down on Doug, Doug humping up into Ariel's cunt, and me slamming into Ariel's ass.
Doug was the first to cum, clutching Ariel's hips and ramming himself hard up into Ariel and pumping his load into her. After Doug came, Ariel stopped moving up and down and started grinding herself hard against Doug while I kept on slapping my cock between her quivering cheeks and through her clutching sphincter.
After another few minutes, Ariel came against Doug (or faked it very well) and her convulsing hips and clenching asshole was the last thing it took to make me cum, ramming my cock as deep into Ariel's ass as I could and blasting several jets of white-hot cum deep into her bowels.
Once we all caught our breaths, I got up from Ariel, dragging my still-hard cock from her tight asshole. Then she got up and I handed around paper towels that I kept in the van for just this purpose and we all got cleaned up. Once we were all clean and dressed, we took Ariel back to where we'd picked her up and let her off. Once she was out of the van and we were back on the road, I asked Doug if he'd had enough for one night, or if he wanted some more.
He was yawning and said he was too tired to stay out much longer, but he wanted to do it again sometime soon. We went back to my apartment, had a few beers, then Doug went back to the dorm and I took a shower and went to bed myself, well satisfied with the night's activities.