Debbie Does The Streets #1 - Bar None

Since the nights, and the days, are getting colder now I sometimes hang out at the local dive rather than at my usual spot at the end of the alley. The other evening I was sitting there nursing a glass of Coke when I heard a voice behind me saying, “Hello Miss Slutty”

It was one of my regulars so I turned around when I heard his voice. He whispered in my ear then grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bathroom. It’s not my favorite place to service my Johns, but it’s not my choice, something my pimp points out to me on a regular basis. He closed the door behind us and fumbled for the light. Assuring him that I could service him just fine here, he replied with an attitude of ‘let’s see’.

I had a new pair of fishnet stockings on and he requested me to show them off for him. Turning around slowly in the small space seemed awkward but it was his dime. Once I was facing him again, I lifted up my short skirt. I thought it best he knows that I didn’t have any panties on, only the garter belt holding up my stockings.

“That’s fucking amazing!”

In no time I was slammed up against the door with a loud bang. He slid his hands down the back of my legs and dove nose deep into my ass. Next, I felt his tongue swirling and flicking around my pussy lips. This isn’t a very common thing that I experience, especially with this guy, but I wasn’t going to say no to him. Not that he had to, but he felt the need to explain to me why is was tongue fucking my ass and fingering my pussy. It was that he wanted to get me good and ready for a hard fucking.
Next, I heard cheering from the other side of the door, even though I knew it was the football game it felt sort of good to hear it.

“Hey like that my slut?”
How else could I answer but in the positive? This was the best treatment I had in months. I was soaking wet now so I asked how he wanted to be serviced. He wanted something a bit different this time, telling me as he pulls his cock from his pants, to feel my tits on his cock. So, I pulled up my sweater and hiked my tits up and over my new red lace bra. I like how my tits feel when they stick out like that. My nipples were as hard as his cock by now and he rubbed the tip of his leaking cock across them. Momentarily he slipped into the crevice between my tits, but I knew in the confined area it just wouldn’t work well for me to have him fuck them.

“So let’s get down to it, what do you like to do to whores in bathrooms?”

He wanted to fuck me up the ass because it would be so dirty. Even though he was rock hard, the best way to get in shoved up my tight hole, I lubed him up by quickly licking and drooling on his cock first. Even though I wasn’t really sucking him off I was still making those tasty slurping sounds I always do when I savor a man. However, I thought I heard something else.
I soon let his cock drop from my mouth and asked,
“Do you think the guy that just came in can hear me slurping on your cock?”

Too involved with me licking his dick, he hadn’t even heard anything else.
“What guy baby?”

Maybe John thought I was paranoid, but I explained that I thought I heard someone come in. I tried to pass it off as just someone that had been too drunk to notice. Well, it made him just as curious as I was. The door to the stall wasn’t closed all the way, if it were I wouldn’t have been able to perform all the requested services. John looked out and I was vindicated, the drunk was walking out the door and he left it half open so the people at the bar had a fairly clear shot of the two of us.

He was quick to point out that he knew they were all thinking, ‘lucky bastard’. He groaned as I lapped and drooled on his cock just a bit more and slapped my tits hard with both hands. “So you ready to take my ass hon?  I have to get back out on the streets or my pimp is going to be disappointed in me. That’s not a good thing.”, I said wanting to take my money and get on with my evening.

It was then that he told me that when he looked over my shoulder and out at the bar there were guys rubbing their cocks.
“Here’s an extra $100, now I’m going to fuck you on the bar”, he said as he dragged me out of the bathroom and pushed me into the gang that had gathered there.
“In fact I’ll give you another $100 if we find another girl to join us”, he added.

I’d done stud parties before so this wasn’t new to me. I figured I’d get some extra money and it was warmer in here than the street. Not to mention the bar smelled better than the bathroom and was cleaner, so I didn’t fight it, not that I really could if I wanted to.
I fell into a seat at the bar, my tits bouncing and my skirt hiked all the way up, I asked, “What does a whore have to do around here to get a drink?”

Before the stunned bartender could say anything, John answered by pouring a bottle of vodka on my face, saying, “I’ll show you”.

He bent me over the bar and without any warning drove his cock up my ass. The crowd cheered as they watched me wince and John pound my ass. The bartender ran to lock the door as guys started to pull their cocks from their pants. John did a final few deep strokes, pulled out of me and came all over my ass cheeks.

No need to go into all the details, but as I’m sure you can imagine, the next 90 minutes involved me getting used up faster and harder than I had been in a long time. Money started being slapped down on the bar as I was given drinks and alcohol or cum or both were poured over any part of body that could be reached. I was forced on my knees to suck off guys, at one point 5 in a row. I had swallowed so much cum that I was actually getting queasy. Other than that I was basically fucked while I was bent over, either up the ass or doggy. One guy insisted on shoving a beer bottle up my ass while he fucked my pussy. What really surprised me was the one of the few women that joined in the crowd. She used ice tongs on my nipples as she ate cum out of my pussy.

After what seemed an eternity the bar mostly cleared out, I picked up the twenty and fifty-dollar bills from the bar, straightened myself out and left. I went straight to my apartment. After counting the money, along with my initial charge of $200 for John, I had another $1720. I figured I was covered for the night and went into to soak in a warm tub.

Tomorrow is another day.

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Ten Guys Fill A Hole-The Answer

They closed in on me; two removed the rest of my clothing. No one spoke - there was no need. The air around me was filled with the tantalizing, tempting, musky smell of man. That musk always draws me to cock, always. The foreman stepped up to the plate first, grabbed my head, and pushed it on to his thick hot meat. He slid over my tongue, his cockhead soon tickled the back of my throat, and that basic instinct hit me – s u c k , suck bitch!
He moaned out his approval.
Most of the crew started beating their meat or massaging their balls now. One moved next to me to fondle and play with my tits, another started spanking my ass while licking around my asshole and between the puffy lips of my pussy, still another shoved three fingers into my soaking wet cunt.
The others that were still standing by, jerking off, urged them all on. All the sensation, all over my body was exhilarating. I moaned, or least as best I could with a thick cock stuffing my face. This seemed to take him over the edge and I soon felt and tasted the tang of his milk shoot down my throat. He pulled out of my mouth and again, almost instantly, another different smelling, different tasting cock was pushing through my lips, wanting the attention of my tongue, my mouth, and my throat. The sucking and slurping sound of me eating dick again filled the room. The guy behind me stopped eating my asshole and forced his cock up my ass. I groaned in surprise. It only took a couple minutes of pumping and spanking my ass until he was shooting his load. Soon after that, I swallowed more hot cum.
Things were starting to become a blur when they picked me up and put me down on the kitchen table. I was on my back, surrounded by my man crew. One of the bigger guys mounted me, my head fell back over the edge of the table, and I was introduced to yet another tasty dick. The thrusts into my slippery pussy facilitated my face fuck.
Others encircled me again, sucking and biting my tits, and then I felt the magic feeling of a tongue enveloping my clit. This time I let the cock in my mouth fall out so I could release a loud moan of ecstasy. He didn’t seem to mind and finished by jerking off on my tits. My tits were shoved up to my mouth and I licked them clean of his cum. By now I had lost track of how many guys had mounted me, fucked me, cum in me, had cum on me, or I had sucked off.
The sharp, musky smell of sex was heavy in the air. I felt drunk. My entire body felt as though there were no bones in it. The pleasure was incredible.
I had cum on the cocks of, and soaked the balls of ten fine men. My pussy was swollen and ached, my ass burned from being spanked and fucked, my jaws hurt from sucking, my nipples stung from being tugged at and bitten, and I loved it all.

My once strong, at attention army of cocks, had stepped back away from me, no longer at attention, flaccid now and dressed in my salvia, pussy juices, or some combination there of. The smiles were larger than they were at first on the highway. This time I smiled and gave each one an individual, snappy salute. With that, they tucked their cocks back in their pants, zipped up, and marched out. I got up off the table, wiped up what I could and got dressed. I looked forward to getting home and soaking in the tub, for a very long time. I hobbled back over to the window, the crew was finishing up, and we waved at each other. As they drove away, I realized that I now knew the answer to that age-old question – why it took ten guys to fill a hole.

What age-old question will be answered next? When will Debbie be full? How does CJ do it? Why is Deb such a ‘sucker’ for bad boys?

Why Does It Take Ten Guys To Fill A Hole?

Towards the end of the day I was warming up a cup of coffee in the microwave in preparation for my drive home.
The office was empty and as I waited for that familiar ding that let me know my java was hot. I looked out the window. On the street below were ten workers from the highway department working at filling a large pothole. Seeing that only about four guys were really working I thought about something I’m sure has passed through all our minds at one time or another, especially while driving: “Why does it seem to take ten guys to fill a hole?”
At that moment the microwave demanded my attention. I got my cup, but went back to the view out the window. Most of the guys were quiet nice looking. I sipped my coffee, took a deep breath, let the caffeine slowly hit my body, and that’s when:

…….

One of the nicer looking, more muscular guys looked up and saw me. It wasn’t too hard to see the office; we’re only on the second floor. It’s strange, but it seemed as though the rest of the world either disappeared or wasn’t paying attention to the workers. More of the guys looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back coyly and daintily waved. They were ‘bad boys’, I could tell, and I’m a sucker for bad boys. I sipped on my warm java some more and it was as though I was taken to a calm place where these men below me had complete control. I put my cup down and kept gazing outward at the landscape of men below. Tingles, ever so light began to radiate over my body. I could feel my nipples tighten and become hard. I could feel my skin dampen and the temperature rise ever so slightly. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and they seemed to fly down past my navel to the walls of my woman hood, starting to make my pussy slippery. My breasts needed to feel a loving hand so I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my blouse and began to caress them, still standing right at the window.

The feeling was marvelous and the guys below seemed to enjoy it. Quickly the show progressed; I unbuttoned all the button, removed my blouse, and pulled my 40 D’s out of the prison of their bra cups. I pressed my tits up against the window. The cool glass was a terrific sensation and one hand slipped down to massage my now aching mound through the fabric of my jeans. The guys below hooted and tore off their shirts; some chests were hairy, some almost bare, some in between. The guys quickened the pace; most had undone their belt buckles and holding their crotches, making all kinds of lewd gestures at me. I loved it for some reason; maybe it was that I knew they were just being their bad selves.

Again, the whole situation just took me over. I rotated my hips and shook my tits for them. I could seem most of their hard-ons making bulges in their work pants by now. I moved and did what I thought they would want, it was like telepathy, I just went with it. I took off my shoes and slid my jeans slowly down my legs; I exposed the purple and black satin thong I was wearing. More applause, whistling, and gestures ensued. I turned around bent over and pushed my ass against the glass, this of course, presented a glimpse of my pussy to the crew below. Suddenly I didn’t hear anything, no hoots, no applause, nothing. When I turned around to see what was happening they had all pulled their dicks out and were just smiling at me. It was as though an army of cocks were standing at attention for me. They were all wonderful in their own way. I marveled and enjoyed the art of man before me. Different lengths, different girths, different balls, some that took a little hook at the cock head, and some were even twitching. I gave the best salute I could to them and applauded. This seemed to make them turn into little boys, laughing, excited, and hopeful.

Nothing seemed to exist but my body and theirs. My thought process seemed to be purely animalistic. I was on auto-pilot, almost not knowing what my body would tell me to do next. Then it decided: I opened my mouth slightly, licked my lips, and waved the crew upstairs. Strangely and happily enough it seemed as though there were there, in my office, instantaneously. Like magic, I was in our employee kitchen surrounded by ten men with throbbing, hot hard-ons. What’s a girl to do? What’s Dirty Debbie to do? I smiled and fell to my knees.