1. Saffron, Schoolgirl? Stripper? Hooker? part 2


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fiction, Boys/Teen Female, Female exhibitionist, Male/Teen Female, Prostitution, Reluctance, Water Sports/Pissing, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    think I can afford something a bit more up market thank you very much,” he sneered. “Pedo,” she muttered, “Gay probably.” Another man approached, “Looking for business?” she asked. “How much?” he asked. “Twenty,” she said. “How much for a blow job?” he asked. “Twenty,” she replied. “Can I owe you?” he asked. “Er, no!” Saffron replied. “Oh, all right, I’ll have to lay off the booze for once,” he decided, “Where do we do it?” “Down here of course!” Saffron advised. She led the way down the alley, “Do you want it or shall I blow you?” “I want you to suck me and take all my cum in your filthy mouth,” He exclaimed. “Er money first,” Saffron insisted, He paid. Two tens. Saffron them in her pocket and knelt down. She unzipped his fly and pulled his half hard cock out. She bent her head and began to suck. His cock stiffened and he had to reach for the wall to prevent himself falling as waves of pleasure swept over him. The end of his cock nudged the back of her throat as Saffron sucked it. She felt cold.His cock did nothing for her, she wanted it inside her vagina to keep her warm. His cock twitched and then it spurted. Warm putrid slime oozed down her throat. It reminded her of the custard they used to have for school dinners. It was disgusting but she had to either swallow it or choke. “Oh fuck that was good” the guy said as he wiped his cock on Saffron’s fur coat, “Same time next week?” he asked and he was gone. “Where is Rose?” a guy asked Saffron when she asked if he was looking ...
    for business. “Er, I don’t know,” Saffron explained, “I’m Vixen, like Foxy but a girl?” “Rose does watersports, do you?” he asked. “Not really I don’t like the water much.” she answered. “Pissing I meant, can I piss in your mouth?” he asked urgently. “Ok, fifty quid,” Saffron replied. “Do I look like I’m made of money?” he asked. “Well it’s not exactly my idea of fun,” Saffron admitted. “Twenty?” he suggested. “Fifty,” Saffron countered. “Twenty five?” he tried. “Fifty,” Saffron insisted. “Ok,Ok,” he agreed, “Fifty.” Saffron gasped, she had just intended the fifty as a brush off, she was suddenly scared as she led him down beside the bins and knelt down on the hard paving slabs. “Cash first?” she insisted. She unzipped him and extracted his half hard cock, but this time it just stayed half hard and a jet of yellow piss started to emerge. She opened her mouth wide and tried to catch every drop as the stinking yellow liquid bounced off the back of her throat and cascaded down her throat. Luckily his bladder was nowhere near full and despite the nausea Saffron managed not to choke. She reeled at the acrid taste, she followed him from the alley. She tried to buy a can of coke from the Chinese Taake away but they would not serve her, “No whore here, you fuck off filthy immigrant!” Mr Lu the proprietor insisted when Saffron asked for the drink.but ten minutes later he had sneaked away from his wife and into the alley with a bottle of Irn Bru . “How much you want for for bum fuck?" ...
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