April - From Teen to Street Hooker Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

April - From Teen to Street Hooker Pt. 05

... would be pleased with how much I had made.

15 minutes of heavy rutting before he spasms to a halt, taking a deep breath whilst still inside me. He smiles. I smile back as he pulls his penis out.

We collectively get ourselves dressed back again and get back into our positions in the car. We drive back, mostly in silence. I'm left inside my head, I'm moist..... and I'm thinking and finding myself excited about this. It's a heck of a rush.

I fuck 4 more punters before I get out and see Martika. She smiles at me so she must be happy with my progress. Then she beckons me over.

Down the alleyway, she shoots me up with H. Not as much as normal but just enough to keep me buzzing.

More punters. More coin. Some blowjobs. A couple up my arse. More in my vagina. Cool.

I'm on my knees, cock in my mouth, servicing a guy in his 60's when I notice the legs of Kat go by, taking her fuck partner further down to do likewise with him. As I hear his zip going down, I feel the warm emission from my own sex partner as he cums.

I swallow every drop. I take that as a sense of pride. It tastes nice and he helps me back up to my feet. As I wipe my chin, just out of worry, he's tucking away his now deflated member.

I walk him back, wave him off and then quickly check in my compact mirror to see if there was any cum on my face. Satisfied, I get out my lip-gloss and reapply. Good.

Back out, ready to sell myself again.

Busier than the last night....my first night. Not that ...

... often do I get a break between punters to have a cigarette. But, when we do, I chat to my owner. She's been a busy bitch too.

There's a brief chat about why the girls, and also her, don't use my first name.

She explains.

'Bitch, you're just a wannabee. You don't deserve - yet - me to use your name. You're just starting out. One night proves shit. A year down the line? If you're still doing what I'm telling you the fuck to do? If you're bringing in the same amount of money? If you have a better attitude? Then...maybe.'

'The other bitches? You're just met those fuckers. They see shitloads of girls do this for a bit and then fuck off. They're wary. You've proved shit to them. Why should they bother? Whilst 'Bitch' is the universal greeting, it's also how we talk to new girls. Like you.'

'Keep doing this. Keep being your best. Keep doing what the fuck I tell you. They'll come around. Reputation, as I've always fucking told you, that is everything to girls like me. You have to prove that. You prove it by keep turning up, keep selling yourself, fucking who asks you and making me the money. Turn on those punters and then you'll get regulars. Get regulars and then you get the reputation. Got that, cunt?'

I nod. 'Yeah, boo..'

'So, work hard, give the punters the best fuck and the girls will use your name. Me? You'll have to prove yourself way more than that to get me to do that. You're 'Bitch' to me until then. But....you're off to a good start.'

She smiles. I ...