Hookers Diary

I have the opportunities I need… all the richness and all the power. But I am stubborn, completely inadequate to make a decision. I fell in love… and fuck the whole love conquers all shits, I am now suffering in the world they said to be the promise land. I am Marissa Iannes, I am a Lebanese but I lived all my life here in Israel. I used to be rich, powerful and filthy. Well, my family owns an oil company that exports their goods in the Southeast area but I was disowned by my parents when I decided to marry Albert.

He was one of my father’s trusted employees but when he found out about our relationship, he was disgruntled and cursed us until his very last breath. I was forced to move out with him and soon, I bear his child. It was too late for me to find out that my parents were right all along. He became an alcoholic, drug addict savage beast. Everything fell apart and I am screwed up… totally screwed up. I left with no choice. I have to feed my Krisaa, my beloved daughter. But I am uneducated so the only option I have is to sell the only thing I have… my soul.

It’s a good thing I still have the perfect curves matched with my large breasts and mouth watering ass. You couldn’t spot any stretch marks all over my body. I used these gifts to sustain our living… YES! I am a hooker, a prostitute, a filthy woman who sells flesh to make a living… a low class human. But again, I have no choice…

“Suck me good… Chona!!! Do my crotch… Suck it like that… Yeah like that… Honey! Keep it that way.. Ooohh… you naughty little bitch… Use your tongue… Damn you suck really good…. YEAH!!”

I am Chona whenever I fucked my customers. Well, if celebrities have screen name, I also have one. That was Regulus, my frequent customer. He is an Indian businessman who travels around to sell his merchandise… drugs. Yes, this scumbag-asshole is a pimpin the world with illegal drugs and I cursed him for that. He made me use his stuffs before he begin fucking me. He said, it will heighten up the sexual hype.

I am inside his classy hotel Suite lying naked on the soft bed. He was standing in front of me, unzipping his pants ands unnerving his 10 inches schlong. The he walked towards me and made me suck his dick. I sucked it hard like a hungry kid clobbering a sugar coated ball on a stick. He was moaning loud and I know that he likes what I am doing. I formed my finger with an OK sign and enveloped the body of his penis and began stroking it gently. It was probably one of the best handjobs he ever got. He was pleasured for what I did. He turned around, crawled under my hips and began licking my cunt in a 69 position. I was turned on as hell. He was nibbling my clit like a precious cherry. I almost scream when he hardened his tongue and thrust it inside my vagina. I burst my juices which he maniacally swallowed.

Then he stopped and loll on his back. I got up and went on top of him. I stroke his penis before it completely eaten by my damp pussy. I am riding his cock like a cowgirl in Western movies. His eyes were both closed; his hands were on my breast, roughly caressing it. I continue fucking him in that position till I reached my second orgasm. Not a second left, he was screaming in pleasure and his body was shaking. He was having his big “O” too… He remove his dick quickly in my pussy and made me swallowed it till he explode his cum inside my mouth.

That was my everyday life… Somehow, I hope things will get better..

I never thought this will happen to me. They said America is the land of milk and honey… but they are all wrong… All wrong! I am Rosalinda Santos, I am a pure Filipina but was married to an American guy named Andrew Smith. He brought me here in this damp place. Everything is perfect, I bear a child and we named it after him. Then one fucking moment occurred, I discovered that my husband is a hardened criminal. The US government found out his monkey business and everything follows. Then one gloomy night, I was alarmed when US police came to my house and said that my husband was killed in an entrapment operation. Everything fell apart; all I can think of was my son… my little Andrew. He was just a baby then, so fragile and innocent.

Two years later…

“Hi… honey!!! Want a fuck??? I can make you taste the goodness of heaven…”

Yes, I became a prostitute. I was left with no choice. I never went to school. My parents were just farmers way back in my hometown.  And this is the only job I know. I am a devoted mother by night and a desperate hooker by night. I stick by my name Rosie Smith to make it sound sexier.

Today, I am in my usual spot. Here in the darkest aisle in New York City.  I am wearing my usual, cleavage popping haltered blouse and my super micro mini skirt which you could almost see my crotch if I bend down.

There… there… target approaching. I fixed myself and stand in the corner in a sexy way. A guy driving a Ford Expedition parked in front of me and opened his window. I immediately bend over and lure the man. After lots of talks and flirting fuckoffs… we had the deal.

He drives fast and before I knew it, we were in the middle of somewhere… It’s an eerie place, similar to a ghost town. I was about to asked him where were we but when I turned and looked at him he was unzipping his pants and began stroking his hardened dick. I knew that it was the moment his been waiting for… so I smiled sheepishly and move closer to him. He caressed my breasts while I began licking him on his neck.

He was totally delighted so he pulled my head down and made me suck his schlong. I licked the tip first and then sucked it deep. He moaned a bit. After about a streaming blow job action, he pulled me up and ripped of my underwear beneath my micro mini skirt. He thrust his cock inside my already wet pussy and fucked the hell out of me… He went faster and faster till he reached his big “O”. I cleaned up as he fixed himself.

That was just the first story… you’ll be enjoying the next one…

Suck me good! Get in to the base… get in to the base… suck my clit… suck my precious clit… yeah!!! That’s right sweety… keep it that way! Yes, the tongue… yes the tongue!”

I was lying naked in a semi lit room. Ramon, my regular customer is playing my clit with his tongue. Ramon is like the human version of Brutus, Popeye’s adversary, only minus the beard. He’s been my regular customer ever since day one. My Indian looks made his crazy nuts forget about his marriage.

“Oh baby… look at your dick… soon it’ll be gone…”

I was playing his cock with my bare hands while occasionally licking his penis head. He was moaning like hell and that signaled me to suck his 9 inches monstercock deep down to my throat. And while I was doing that, I was teasing him like a baby. He loves being teased especially when I looked straightly to his eyes.

I can see that he can no longer hold on and so he pulled me up and slobbered my lips. I can taste the bitterness of dry weeds on his mouth. But I don’t give a flying fuck to care. He turned me around, lifted my waist up and gave him the perfect view of my bootylicious ass. He slapped it ones and then he slapped it hard. He was bitch slapping my butt and I was yelping for pain. But that one gave me the big blow and turned me on. My pussy was fuckin drenched, I can feel my own wetness. Ramon bended down and licked my moist cunt.

Godammit!

I was shaking and moaning in turns. He loves it when I talked dirty. That gives him the encouragement. He already feels that I am ready to explode my pussy juice so he stopped from eating my cherry and thrust his cock in and out of my vagina. He was like a cowboy and I am his horse. He went faster and faster till he explodes his cum inside me.

“Aiyshiwara… you really fuck like a indian sex pro… where did you learn that skills?”, he snorted in between his heavy breathing. I just smiled at him and fixed myself.

“Got to go… see you tomorrow? You’ll be seeing another technique… and this time… you’ll never want to stop… Trust me!”