1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I really wanted some release too, but it was not to happen then for this working girl. I lay down next to him, and he kissed me gently. I would have liked to spend the night with him, but that was all he had paid for. I lay in Paul's arms for a little while, and played with his cock as it softened. I really wanted him to fuck me, but the trick was done. I kissed him on the cheek, and said, &#034We should get dressed now,&#034 to him softly. We reluctantly got out of bed. Paul asked me to let him dress first, and pose for him in just my bra, garter-belt, and stockings. Prostitutes do not usually do that for their &#034Johns&#034, but I wanted to please him. &#034Are you going back to the G.G.?&#034 I asked. &#034No,&#034 he said. &#034I have to go now. Can I see you again?&#034 I moved to another pose, and replied, &#034Sure! I am at the G.G. most nights. I will see you there.&#034 He nodded, and finished dressing. He reached down, and touched my dress that was lying on the chair. I did not know why then, so I just kissed him good-bye, and let him out. Alone now in the room, I picked up my panties, and began to get dressed. I had a problem. Paul had excited me so much that my penis was rock hard. I wanted to at least masturbate, but there was not enough time left on the room to do it. I had to leave here soon. It took as much concentration and effort as I could muster to get it tucked back between my legs into my crotch. It hurt that way, but there was no other was that it ...
    would not show. I really hated having a penis most at times like these. I so longed to be rid, once and for all, of that useless lump of flesh. I had to find a way to do it! I adjusted my breasts in my bra, and picked up my dress. Something fell out of the folds of the dress, and onto the floor. I picked it up, and found that it was a five dollar bill. Paul must have slipped it into the dress when he touched it on the way out. He had left me a tip! In those days, thirty dollars for a blow-job and a kiss was a pretty good price. Paul must have enjoyed what he had gotten. It made me feel good. I put it in my purse, and put on my dress. A quick adjustment to my hair and make-up, and I was out the door. This working girl had done well so far tonight. I walked back to &#034The Gilded G****&#034 with my high-heels clicking happily on the pavement. I passed a couple of Drag Queens that I knew on 8th Avenue. They were trying to pick up a trick or two out there with all the &#034real-girl&#034 street walkers. I waved a greeting, but did not stop. I had never turned a trick on the street, and I wondered what that would be like. I would have to try it sometime. My new friend Tina was sitting at the front bar when I walked back into &#034The Gilded G****&#034. I sat down on the bar stool next to her. &#034How was he?&#034 she asked. I looked at her with a puzzled look. &#034That guy!&#034 she said. &#034I saw you leave with him, so I assumed you were going to turn a trick.&#034 I ordered a ...
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