Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Kathy By Socketrocks Story codes: MMF, Pros, Oral, Chapter One: Kathy bobbed her head up and down on the man's cock, massaging the man with her red lips and wet tongue. She hummed and moaned, partly to increase the man's excitement, and partly to advertise her enjoyment. The man's cock was average sized, a little shorter than most but also a little wider. The man had reached under her red spandex lace up tube top and was playing with the rings that pierced her nipples, each squeeze and pinch making Kathy's pussy moisten with pleasure. Kathy slid her hand under her red micro miniskirt and felt the wetness of her shaved pussy, and the warm steel rod that pierced the sheath of her clitoris. Her pussy was smooth and slick and her fingers were coated instantly. She was excited, and felt the flutter of an orgasm as she touched herself. As she came she felt the man place his free hand on the back of her head, pushing her down on his cock. She opened her throat and felt the head of the cock press against the back of her throat. Her throat blocked, she couldn't inhale, and as her orgasm rocked her, she gave up most of her air. The man moaned, and he pushed her head down harder. The cock pulsed in her mouth, warm cum spewed from the tip of the cock and was pumped down Kathy's throat. Throb after throb, squirt after squirt found its way into Kathy's belly, there to settle and sit, filling her with a wet protein she never tasted. Kathy raised her head a bit, and inhaled. Her head cleared, and she slipped the softening cock from her mouth, sucking away her spit, leaving the cock moist but clean. She tried to raise her head but her bright red, plastic hoop earring was caught on the steering wheel of the car. It was cramped in here, blowing the man in the front seat, but she quickly untangled herself and sat up, looking the man in the eyes. He was flushed and catching his breath. Kathy grabbed the rear view mirror and examined her makeup. Her lipstick was a smudgy mess, and her short blond hair was a mess. She opened her small purse, repositioned the slightly crumpled twenty-dollar bill the man had paid her for the blow job, and pulled out her lipstick. In seconds she was back in shape. She ran her fingers through her hair. She wore it short, bunched on top and shaved on the back, so it was easy to fix. "Thanks." Said the man. Now that the act was over, he was strangely uncomfortable. "Thank you." Said Kathy. She fumbled with her collar, a wide choker, deep red to match the rest of her ensemble, from which hung a silver heart-shaped charm. The heart had the word Kathy engraved on it."I have to ask: is there anything I should do to make your experience with me better?" "That was perfect." Said the man,"just what I needed." Kathy smiled. She opened the door, got out of the car and stepped into the cool night air of early summer. Standing, she adjusted her tube top to recover her large, fake tits and smoothed her skirt down in a vain attempt at modesty. The red skirt was little more than a low hanging belt, worn low on her hips, and below that was the frilly lace that did little to conceal her pussy. It was easy to see that she was not wearing panties. The car pulled away, and Kathy began her short walk from behind Marachi's Convenience Store to the main road. Her red boots, ending just below her knees, clacked the pavement with their high, impractical heels. It was just after seven, the sun had just set, the sky was still bright and the night had barely begun, but Kathy had already taken care of her first customer, and had her first orgasm as well. She was hungry, but knew that if business was steady, and looking the way she did right now she had no doubt it would be, she would have a full belly in a couple hours. Reaching into her purse she took out a stick of spearmint gum to freshen her breath. She had barely put a foot on the sidewalk and a pick-up truck pulled over, and an older man with white whiskers and strong calloused hands summoned her to the window. Kathy smiled and opened the passenger side door. She took on her sluttiest persona and said," Hey baby, wanna date?" The man looked at Kathy, easily the best looking hooker he had ever seen, and became worried. Worried that he couldn't afford her. "Twenty for a blowjob, forty for pussy or fifty for anal. Anything else you're thinking about we can negotiate." Said Kathy, with practiced ease. The smell from the man was pleasant enough, he was the type to work hard, and he hadn't been home yet to shower, but Kathy liked the taste of sweaty cock, and was getting wet at the prospect of satisfying this man. For his part, the old man was beside himself at the prospect of getting this hot piece of ass gobbling his cock for the incredible bargain of twenty bucks. He fumbled for his wallet as Kathy got into the car. She pointed towards the convenience store. "Pull in behind the shop, I have a deal with the guy who owns it." The truck lumbered into the small space, the cab scraping against some low hanging branches. A single bare bulb illuminated the area, just enough to cast Kathy in a dark, sharp, seductive glow. The man handed Kathy a bunch of bills, one ten and ten ones. Kathy tucked the bills into her purse. "Can that seat go back?' asked Kathy, hoping for some extra room. The old man complied by shifting the seat back five inches, and unbuckling his belt. He unzipped his pants and slid pants and underwear down to his ankles. His cock was soft, and lost among his graying pubic hairs. He's nervous, thought Kathy, but I'll take care of that. She tried to meet the man's eyes, but saw that he was focused on her tits. She smiled and pulled her tube top down, revealing her pierced nipples. The man's eyes widened. "You can suck on them if you like." She said as the man reached out a hand to touch one. As if opening the floodgates, the man shot forward, and wrapped his lips around Kathy's exposed nipples, flicking the rings that pierced them with his tongue, and squeezing them hard with his calloused hands. He sucked like a hungry baby, and as Kathy experienced intense pleasure from his attention, her pussy moistened. Kathy focused on the job at hand, specifically the blowjob at hand. The man's cock had become hard, and was standing at attention now, sprouting from among his pubic hairs. Kathy gave the cock a gentle squeeze, and the man leaned back as a small drop of clear pre-cum appeared at the tip of his cock. Kathy lowered her head and with her tongue licked the slick drop from the head of the cock, enjoyed its taste for half a second, then engulfed the full shaft of the man's penis in a single push. The man's cock was sweaty and unwashed, with the slightest taste of pee and sweat, and smelled unwashed. It was delicious. The cock grazed the back of Kathy's throat, and as Kathy pulled up she was rewarded with a pulsing mouthful of cum that sprayed into her mouth, coating her tongue, and flooded her with the taste she found so delicious, the taste denied her by her first customer. The man pulsed another two or three times; he was surprised at how fast he had come, and how intense his orgasm was. Kathy pressed the mans cock just behind the balls, and squeezed gently upwards, forcing every last drop from the man's cock. She savored the taste and then swallowed, adding the man's cum to the first load swallowed not ten minutes earlier. She raised her head and again adjusted her makeup in the mirror. She looked over at the old man, who was staring at her with a mixture of amazement and gratitude. Kathy flashed him a smile. "How as that?" She asked. "Amazing." He replied,"Can I see you again?" "Sure. I'm usually out in front of the store, that's my corner. I work seven days a week, all year long." Kathy said. She adjusted her tube top, recovering her large pierced nipples. Then she touched her heart shaped charm, attached to her wide red choker."I have to ask: is there anything I should do to make your experience with me better?" In answer the man just shook his head. "No. No way. But I do have a question. How come someone as beautiful as you works the streets? A girl like you could have anything she wants." "I have what I want." Replied Kathy as she got out of the truck,"A belly full of warm cum and twenty bucks." The truck rumbled off, and Kathy made her way to the front of the store again. She saw that the owner of the store, Mr. Marachi, was watching her. She smiled and waved, and Mr. Marachi waved back. He was waiting for is night help to arrive. Kathy figured that gave her about ten to fifteen minutes, more than enough time to turn another trick. She stood on the corner, under the streetlight, and saw some of the other working girls taking up their positions on their corners. Some were drug addicts or runaways, and some were just girls looking for some extra easy cash. Some dressed the part, like Kathy, with heavy makeup and slutty clothes; others tried to blend in. None compared to Kathy in looks or desirability. A sporty car pulled up and a young black man sat inside, smiling at Kathy. Kathy sauntered over and leaned into the passenger side window. "Wanna date?" "I don't know if I could afford a piece of ass as fine as you." Said the man. "Don't worry, I'm cheap. Twenty for a blowjob, forty for pussy, fifty for anal." "Damn, bitch, you could double that and still be the best buy in town." "Thanks," said Kathy. "So, wanna date?" "Damn straight I wanna date." Said the man. Kathy climbed into the car."Pull around the back of the store," She said. The car pulled into the small space behind the store, and the man cut the engine. Kathy leaned in and felt the man's cock through the clothe of his pants. He was already hard. "You wanna suck that, baby?" "Yeah, but you have to pay me first." Cooed Kathy. The man pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and pulled off one twenty from the pile. Kathy took the bill in her hand and slipped it into her purse. Then she unzipped the man's pants and pulled his hard black cock out. She sucked the head of the cock into her mouth and played with it, coating the delicious cock in her saliva, and teasing it with her mouth. "Damn, bitch," said the man, enjoying her technique,"You are amazing. It's already the best twenty bucks I ever spent. You should let people know your prices, you'd have more customers. I was almost afraid to pull over, figured you'd be too expensive. You should tattoo your prices on your arm or something, so guys won't be intimidated." "mm." said Kathy, her pussy coozing as she sucked the man's cock. I should do just that, she thought. She sucked the man's cock for a long time, losing herself in the texture of his skin, the smell of his balls, the contours of his shaft and head. She examined every bit of his cock with her tongue. She played with her pussy as she did so, and came for the second time that night as she played with herself. Finally the man orgasmed, filling her mouth over and over with large dollops of cum, which she swallowed greedily. The cum entered her belly, and she felt it settle there, deep inside her. She sucked his cock until it was soft and small, then raised her head again, taking deep breaths as she rose. The man was leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed, a wide smile on his face. "Unbelievable." He said. "Thanks." Said Kathy, looking at herself in the mirror. She adjusted her makeup again, and touched the heart shaped charm on her choker."I have to ask: is there anything I should do to make your experience with me better?" The man looked incredulous in the light of the single bare bulb behind Marachi's Convenience Store. "Better?" he asked sarcastically,"What could have been better than that?" Kathy smiled. The man was still trying to answer her question. "You want better? You should cut your prices in half. That would be better." Kathy nodded her head. The man smiled."Seriously, you could charge ten times what you charge." "Thanks again," said Kathy, getting out of the car. The car drove off, and Kathy walked once more to the front of the store. She looked inside at the clock on the wall and was surprised to see that the last trick had taken over twenty minutes. Mr. Marachi's night manager was at work, cashing out a customer. Looking inside she could se Mr. Marachi, stocking shelves at the back of the store. She watched for a moment, then Mr. Marachi looked up from what he was doing and met her eyes. She nodded at him and went once again to the back of the store. She waited a half a second as the delivery door was unlocked, and Mr. Marachi stood there, his face a perpetual frown, glaring at her. "Hey Mr. Marachi," she said,"I'm here to pay the rent." Mr. Marachi grunted something unintelligible and stood there in the doorway. Kathy knew the drill, so she dropped to her knees in the dirty alleyway and undid Mr. Marachi's pants. He smelled like lunchmeat. She pulled down his pants and his underwear, and took his cock into her mouth. His cock was sticky, and tasted slightly of Mrs. Marachi's pussy. Kathy had never met Mrs. Marachi, and Mr. Marachi never mentioned her, but Kathy had tasted Mr. Marachi's pussy enough to feel that she really knew the woman. In her mind Mrs. Marachi was in her late forties, like the man in front of her, overweight, Italian, and dour. They didn't have sex often, once a month at best. Kathy knew that because she had been on her knees back here with Mr. Marachi's dick in her mouth every single night for at least two years, and Mrs. Marachi was flavoring the cock with Mrs. Marachi's pussy every four to five weeks. Mr. Marachi gripped the doorframe with his hands. That meant he was about to come. He grunted and heaved his hips forward, squirting his load of cum into Kathy's mouth. He came every day in this way, never touching Kathy except for putting his cock in her mouth, never letting her into the store, but fucking her face on the threshold here. It was how she paid her rent, a deal worked six months ago, a deal Kathy never regretted, because it was a prime spot right near her corner. She swallowed her fourth load of cum that night and smiled up at Mr. Marachi. She toyed with the heart charm at her throat, but Mr. Marachi had already slammed the delivery door in her face."I have to ask: is there anything I should do to make your experience with me better?" said Kathy, but she was alone, and no one heard her, or cared to answer. Kathy glanced at the time on her watch and smiled. Four customers in just over a half an hour. The night was young though, and she knew there would be a lot more. She hurried back to her corner, excited at the prospect of sucking more strange cock.