1. Call Girl Confessions, Part 1


    Date: 8/16/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Jonathans_Fantasies, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    Part 1 - Anna's Story Anna; a street hooker; 25 years old, five foot six inches tall, with shoulder-length brunette hair and green eyes. I was just a young girl when I started hooking - barely seventeen years old. I had left home a few months earlier, and I was penniless with no prospects. I say home, but it was far from a warm, loving environment. My old man had run out on us before I was born, and Mom had been reduced to a drunken, drugged-out shell that would do whatever it took to get the drugs or booze that would make her forget her miserable life for awhile. I had practically been on my own for some time, moving out just made it "official". All I had to call my own was a lonely little doorway in front of a run-down building that I called home, where I began by begging for money, holding up a cardboard sign and trying to force a pitiful smile. It was a hard life and certainly not one for someone as young as I was at the time. Panhandling wasn't working out for me. I went hungry more nights than not and I never seemed to be able to scrape together enough for more than a small snack. Cold, tired, and hungry was a normal state of affairs for me. Out of despair and hunger, I finally sold the only thing of value I had left... my body. A guy came up to me one day and offered me $25.00 if I would step into the nearby alley and suck him off. I had never done anything like that before, but $25.00 was a small fortune to me and I agreed. He was a nice enough guy, I guess... a ...
    bit of a pervert for wanting a young girl, but I went willingly so I can't judge. He showed me how he liked it, and I did what he wanted. Afterwards he paid me and, after the first decent meal I'd had in ages, I realized that here was a way I could keep from starving to death. It was easy at first, finding men who needed company, and for some time I managed to survive. I had food and I had shelter, but life has taught me that nothing is forever. I had been giving back-alley blowjobs and jerking guys off for my meal tickets for almost six months I guess when it happened. One of my customers decided he wanted a little something extra. I turned him down - I wasn't ready to give that part of myself away just yet, but apparently he wasn't used to people telling him no. Finally, he reached a figure that I couldn't argue with, and I agreed. I climbed into his car and we drove until he found an unoccupied parking lot. We climbed into the back seat, him first and then as he unfastened and unzipped his trousers, I got out of my tattered jeans and panties. I climbed into the car, shut the door and gave him what he paid for. It didn't take long to turn me from a hungry girl giving blowjobs for burgers, to a full fledged member of the world's oldest profession. About ten minutes after climbing half-naked into the back of that Chevy, I was climbing back out $100.00 richer. I was sore, but sore was so commonplace anymore I hardly noticed. And I had no misguided sentiment about my "loss of ...
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