Hired a Street Hooker, Condom Breaks and I Keep Fucking Her

“Hired a Street Hooker, Condom Broke, I Keep Fucking Her”

I’ll never forget that lurid, hedonistic afternoon when I decided to indulge my deepest, darkest urges. Street hookers have always held an illicit allure for me, and that scorching summer day, I decided to take the plunge.

The sun beat down mercilessly on the grimy, neglected street corner where I found her. She leaned against a graffitied wall, long legs exposed by a scandalously short skirt, her perky chest heaving with each labored breath. The raw, primal scent of the city mingled with her cheap, overwhelE1ming perfume. At first glance, she looked to be barely 18, with a fresh, innocent face and windswept blond hair.

I approached her cautiously, my voice barely above a whisper. “How much?” I asked, eyeing her hungrily.

She looked me up and down, sizing me up with an expert eye. “A hundred,” she answered bluntly. “But I’ll make it worth your while, baby.”

The way she emphasized “baby” sent shivers down my spine. I pulled out the crumpled bills and pressed them into her palm. She snatched them eagerly, tucking them into her ample cleavage.

With a furtive glance to ensure no one was watching, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into a nearby alley. The stench of urine and decay assaults my senses as she shoves me against a graffiti-covered wall. Without preamble, she drops to her knees, her nimble fingers unbuckling my belt.

“Let me show you what this hundred bucks just got you, stud,” she purrs, her breath hot against my crotch. In one swift motion, she frees my hardening cock, her eyes widening at the size of my manhood.

She wraps her tiny hand around my shaft, and I groan in anticipation. Then her hot, wet mouth engulfs my throbbing member in one smooth motion. I bury my hands in her silky hair as she bobs up and down, taking me deeper with each pass. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing my sensitive flesh.

Just as I’m nearing the brink of climax, she pulls away. I whimper in protest, but she just smirks up at me, licking her lips. “Not yet, baby. I’ve got something else in mind.”

She stands, hiking up her skirt to reveal there are no panties underneath. My eyes widen at the sight of her glistening pussy, pink and inviting. The condom she places in my shaking hands is the last rational thought I have before my baser instincts take over.

With fumbling fingers, I roll the condom onto my aching cock. She turns and presses her palms against the filthy wall, arching her back to present her dripping sex to me. I grab her hips, lining up my condom-clad cock with her cleft.

But as I thrust into her hot, tight depths, a triumphant yell escapes my lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I groan.

She moans loudly, her pussy clenching around my throbbing member. Then she abruptly pulls off me, gasping. “Uh, there’s a problem, baby,” she pants. “Your condom just broke.”

I look down in shock at the torn latex crumpled around my cock. Cold sweat breaks out on my forehead as the reality of my reckless actions sink in. “Shit,” I hiss, “I’m not pulling out, though.”

She widens her eyes at my words. “You want to fuck me bareback?” A sly smile spreads across her face. “That’ll be another hundred, baby.”

Mind fogged with lust, I nod eagerly. I pull out my wallet, and she rips open another condom, rolling it on with practiced ease. Then, she turns and brazenly bends over, presenting her glistening pussy once more.

I accept her unspoken offer, plunging into her hot, sodden folds. She cries out at the sudden intrusion, but soon matches my frenzied pace. The street echoes with the obscene sounds of our unrestrained fucking – skin slapping against skin, guttural moans, and ragged breaths.

My balls begin to tighten as my climax approaches. Grunting with exertion, I reach around and find her throbbing clit, rubbing furiously. She arches her back, screaming her release, her pussy bearing down on me. With a roar, I bury myself to the hilt inside her, painting her insides with my thick, virile seed.

We collapse in a tangle of limbs, gasping for breath. I pull out, watching as some of my essence leaks from her abused hole, running down her thighs. She reaches back, scooping up some of my pearly release on her fingers, and brings them to her lips.

“Mmm,” she hums, “not bad for a street rat like me.” She winks at me saucily, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Come back and see me sometime, stud,” she says, not unkindly, as she adjusts her skirt and saunters away. I watch her retreating figure, balls still achingly full, my mind consumed by the memory of her tight cunt squeezing my dick.

It was a chance encounter that satisfied my lustful urges. But I know I’ll return, a willing prey to her Sexual honey trap. Until next time, my street fairy prostitute, until next thrilling time…