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Archive name: streets.txt (Mf, MMf, nc, prost)
Authors name: J Penguin (jpenguin@ausi.com)
Story title : Street Scenes
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Street Scenes (Mf, MMf, nc, prost)
by J Penguin (jpenguin@ausi.com)
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This story describes the day in the life of a young
runaway who was turned into a street hooker.
She was very careful and so far it paid off. She always
waited until she saw the right person. A person she
thought she could trust and maybe someone who would want
to take care of her. She waited until she had no other
options and then she took a chance.
Four months ago Janey ran away from home, not just home,
but from a life of fear and misery. She ran away from
unspeakable evil and abuse. She ran to the streets where
there was nothing worse than the life she left behind. Her
mother was a drunk and her father abused her on a daily
basis. At a time when other girls were just thinking about
sex, Janey no longer remembered how many times her father
had raped her. Long ago she stopped making up excuses for
the black and blue marks that covered her body like a
tapestry of pain. She almost gave up and then she ran
away.
"Do you want a ride?"
She was standing near the intersection. They both knew why
she was there, but they wanted to play the game anyhow.
The game of "we're not really going to do this" even
though they both knew they were.
"I need to make thirty dollars to pay my rent." She didn't
know why she said it. It just seemed right and maybe not
as bad as some other things she could say. She didn't want
to be a whore and she tried to explain to every customer
why she was doing it. Mostly, they didn't care. Sometimes
they liked the idea that she was almost at their mercy.
Sometimes they liked the idea that she was only 14.
Sometimes they liked the idea that it only took money to
get a young girl to do anything they wanted.
"I can pay that, but what will you do for me?"
"What do you want? Do you want me to suck you off? Do you
want to fuck? What do you want me to do?"
"Yes, I want that and I want you to pretend to be my
daughter. Can you pretend that?"
"I can do everything you want, but I need fifty dollars,
Daddy. Will you take care of your little girl?"
She got in his car and they went to the motel. It was her
home and her place of business. She always asked for the
money first and they always gave it to her when they saw
the promises written all over her face.
She slowly pulled her tee shirt up until her boobs were
almost uncovered. She paused as if she was thinking about
something important and then quickly pulled her shirt over
her head. She knew how to jiggle her firm breasts as her
shirt came off without her seeming to notice and she made
sure he noticed. She made sure he saw everything she did.
"Just stand there and let me look at you. You've got great
tits and I thought for sure you were wearing a bra."
Watching wasn't so bad. Not as bad as having someone touch
her although she knew it was going to happen very soon.
She would do what he wanted because he would give her more
money when she did everything he asked. Later he'd come
back looking for her and maybe he'd decide to come by at
the same time every week. She had some customers like that
already and if she kept pleasing them, it wouldn't be long
before she could get off the streets.
She took off her shorts and let him see her tiny white
panties. She always wore white when she worked and never
wore that color at any other time. She slipped her panties
off and put them in his hand. She could see he wanted to
hold them and maybe even smell them. She didn't care what
he did. She would never wear them again.
"Does daddy want me to help him take off his clothes?" She
hoped he did because she could do some things to get him
ready and maybe get him to end the session a little
quicker.
She started to take his shirt off and found just another
flabby middle-aged man hiding underneath the clothes. She
knew what she would find and she didn't care. She could
turn off her brain and go through the same motions she'd
done hundreds of times before. She was already someplace
else and he'd never know she left.
"You sure do have big muscles, Daddy. I want to touch you
everywhere."
Her words weren't new, but they were what he wanted to
hear. She told the same lies that worked on all the other
old guys who somehow thought she wanted them. They didn't
pay her for sex. They paid for a fountain of youth and she
knew how to paint the picture they wanted to see.
He'd been drinking. They usually were and she detested the
smell. The stubble on his face reddened her tender skin
and his hands hurt her as they squeezed her breasts. He
smelled like an old man. She didn't know why, but they
always seemed to have a smell that set them apart. She
hated it.
"Do you want me to touch your thingy, Daddy?"
She wanted to get started so it could end.
She rubbed his half hard cock up and down on her pussy. It
started to grow, as she knew it would. It almost got hard
and somehow she was able to guide it inside her no longer
private place. It hurt, but not as much as the pain that
covered her mind with a blanket of loathing and despair.
She hated this. He would continue to paw and violate every
part of her body. If she tried to stop him, it would just
take longer.
She knew she had to talk to him.
"Oh, Daddy, you feel so big inside my little cunny. Don't
I feel tight? How can you get that big thing inside of me?
It feels so good. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
He came. He came with a sound that told her it had been
awhile for him. She was filled with a reminder that
someone paid to get personal. A reminder that she had to
do things to get by and not the things other girls her age
were doing.
Just a reminder.
"Gosh, what's that white stuff shooting out of your
thingy? Can I touch it, Daddy?"
She jacked him off and hoped to drain him before he asked
her to suck him dry. He was starting to look guilty so
he'd be leaving soon. Thank god. She didn't think she
could stand it much longer and she was relived when he
started to put on his clothes.
He gave her another twenty.
Then he was gone. She tried to forget.
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"Okay little girl, get into the back of the car."
She wanted to run from the police, but she didn't think
she could get away. There were two of them. If she ran and
got caught, they would kick the shit out of her and then
laugh at her battered and bruised body. If she didn't run
they would take her back. She couldn't go back. She just
couldn't.
"Please don't take me back. They're terrible. They'll kill
me."
The patrol car pulled up behind the empty warehouse
building. They knew all the places where they could be
alone, alone with someone who might be willing to pay a
different price for some indiscretion. The policemen liked
doing this. There was nothing the women could do about it
and they usually put out. The women were always afraid and
they usually did whatever the police wanted.
"All right bitch, suck our cocks and we'll let you go."
The usual. Nothing to this. She dropped to her knees in
front of the cop who was doing most of the talking. She'd
start with him first to get it over with. She unzipped his
uniform pants and pulled his partially erect dick out from
its hiding place. He undid his pants and leaned back
against the car while her mouth enveloped his swollen
cock. She played with his balls and hoped she could get
him off fast. He came in a hurry and now it was time for
the other one. She thought he must like watching when he
came almost as soon as he put his dick in her mouth.
"Take off your shorts, girl, and show us what the guys
have been paying for baby."
They were going for seconds. She'd be here all day and
maybe they'd decide to kick the shit out of her after they
were done making her satisfy their needs. Well, she was
already into it and decided it was too late to stop now.
Maybe it had always been too late to stop.
It didn't matter what she had to do. She wasn't going
back. She had three years, four months and eight days to
go until her 18th birthday. She would be free, but until
then she had to hide and do what it took to make sure she
never went back.
She wasn't going back.
They made her take off her shorts and all the rest of her
clothes. She was nude in the parking lot where they
violated all the intimate parts of her body.
"One eleven to one nine four, your location?"
The car radio shocked everyone back to reality.
"Shit, they're looking for us. We better get our asses
back into the streets."
She started putting her clothes on as the patrol car drove
out of the parking lot. She had a long walk ahead of her.
The End
JPenguin@ausi.com
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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