Sexy LA whores and wild orgies xx
About two years ago I had a surprise email from an old school friend called Steven Cooper, who I’d not heard from, probably for over thirty years. Apparently he’d found me on an internet search engine and decided to get in touch for old times sake and, perhaps, rekindle our friendship. Steve had moved to the states several years ago and now lived in Los Angeles where he was now a widower, his wife dying a couple of years ago in a road accident, retired and seemingly living a well to do lifestyle. Anyway, to cut a long story short, we got on fine and late last year he invited both myself and my wife over to stay with him on an all expenses luxury vacation for two weeks. My wife’s mother wasn’t well, so reluctantly, my wife didn’t go but she insisted I did and what a time I had !!!
Steve met me at the airport in his large black BMW 4x4 and we were soon heading up the freeway towards Santa Monica and his beachfront apartment overlooking Ocean beach which, I have to say, was amazing. Steve had worked in the film industry doing the graphics for some of the best Hollywood studios and it had obviously **** very well, very well!! We had a lot to catch up with and for the first couple of days we spent time visiting all the ‘tourist’ hot spots and,on an evening, dining at some very high dollar restaurants, mostly in and around the Santa Monica and Malibu areas. As time went on we began to open up more to each other and to talk about our times ‘up the park’, sex and our mutual love of prostitutes. Steve had joined me a few times, like Barry did, when I hid behind the corrugated iron sheeting watching the prostitutes ply their trade wanking enthusiastically together, over them.
Steve’s late wife, Sherrie, had been quite a bit younger than him, from Thailand and, from the photos that he showed me, quite a looker and, sexually, very very hot and Steve did miss that side of his marriage. One night he confessed that he’d been using prostitutes and e*****s as he still had a high sex drive and had, almost, become addicted to **** ‘cheap’ sex although some of the ‘e*****’ girls he hired, now and again, did cost an arm and a leg but as he said, “what the fuck, I can afford them!”
The next day I also confessed to Steve that I too had occasionally used them too but, more importantly, that I still got a huge kick over wanking and lusting over them. Steve was overjoyed at my confession and promised me the best time of my ‘whore’ loving life, starting that evening!! Steve explained that there was a small ‘red light’ area between Santa Monica and Malibu but the girls weren’t the best, mostly older women, however the main prostitute area in Los Angeles was on South Figuereo street (everyone in LA called it just ‘Fig’), down by the airport, where there was an excellent selection of gorgeous girls selling sex. There were another couple of areas, one called Pomona, another Holt boulevard but we didn’t go to any of them. Apparently the Holt whores were about half the price of those on Fig but a lot of them weren’t so good as the ones on Fig. Steve preferred the Fig area, visiting it at least once a week and sometimes more, and knew the area like the back of his hand even having a few favourite girls who he was keen to introduce me too. Steve also told me that, occasionally, he’d drive or fly up to Washington state and use the whores in Seattle especially in the red light areas of Washington street and around Aurora Ave. where, more so in summer, the girls were practically naked, gorgeous, a really good selection and some beautiful white and oriental girls.
We set off about six thirty that evening in his big black BMW and it took us a good hour to get there due to the heavy Los Angeles traffic on the freeway and it was just beginning to get dark when we started cruising the streets. My first impression was of how many girls were working the area, literally two or three or even more, on each corner and also some strutting their stuff down the centre of the side avenues. Secondly I was amazed at the variety in age, figure, colour and dress code. It was also interesting in that the area, apart from the area towards downtown was quite a nice area with some nice houses. I’d say the majority of the girls were black or dark Latino, most of them were gorgeous, some quite young and although there were a few older girls, all the girls were desperately trying to look younger than they were, but all of them, regardless of colour and age were dressed obscenely sexily and certainly to my liking. There was no particular ‘style’ as such but one common denominator was that there was a lot of ‘skin’ on view and not much clothing. Skin tight obscenely ultra brief hot pants, some with no backs in them, topped with sparkly brief bra tops, really skimpy Lycra and see through dresses showing every curve and delight, just bras, stockings and string thongs leaving nothing to the imagination, all colours of stockings ranging from whale net to ultra sheer and all wearing the most sexiest high heeled shoes and thigh length boots. If pert, exposed asses and enhanced butts sell sex then this was the place to buy! Heaven!!!
We agreed that we weren’t in a hurry, that first night and Steven knew all the best streets, avenues and cut throughs to see and lust over the magical sites on view. That first night we just lazily cruised around, Steve pointing out the best girls for a blow job, anal sex or just a straight fuck most of whom gave him a cheerful wave. We did stop and talk to a couple of girls both dressed in ‘very’ revealing thongs and tops, both with beautiful slim figures and to my eyes quite beautiful. Blow jobs, apparently, you usually did in the car and, depending obviously on how good she looked, could be had for as little as fifty or sixty dollars, whereas anal and ‘normal’ sex was usually back at her place or a motel room and ranged from as low as eighty dollars for straight sex, at least a hundred and fifty for anal or even more. Steve told me he’d fucked quite a few, outdoors up against the car, which, he told me turned him on massively for as little as twenty dollars but he also said that those girls were usually black, a bit plump and much older but sometimes it was just what he needed. It was very clear that you didn’t just have to have sex with just one type, the world was your oyster as regards filthy **** sex on Figuereo street!!! He did say that the later the night went on the cheaper they got and that the better they looked meant they were usually clean and the uglier ones, dirty.
I couldn’t get the thoughts of what I’d seen the previous night out of my mind and however beautiful the sights that Steve showed me, my thoughts never strayed far from our planned visit later again that next evening. I think we both knew what was going to happen that night, well I was dam sure I knew that Steve wouldn’t be able to go down there without having sex and I must say that I was thinking that way too!! Anyway off we went much as the night before and it wasn’t long before we were talking again like we used to all those years before “Which one do you fancy?” “Look at the legs on her”, “I’ll bet she’s a great fuck”. We were both totally on the same wavelength!! We’d more or less agreed that, to start with at least, a nice blow job would be a great start to our visits for sex and after circling the area for about half an hour, stopping and propositioning a couple of the girls the both of us had settled on the girls we wanted. I must say that we used to have similar tastes in ‘whores’ but certainly, no longer, as the girl that he choose was like chalk and cheese to the one I wanted. Steve was definitely into ‘cheap, older and whorey’ and was a bit taken aback with the woman he picked. I would say she was in her thirties, black, blond short wig, a bit overweight but not obese, huge breasts and although not ugly certainly wasn’t the prettiest one available. She was wearing, well like all the girls, not very much but she did have on some very skimpy satin skin tight hot pants, holes and cuts in all the right places, unfortunately quite a big belly but obviously no knickers as you could pretty well see the outline of her cunt lips and a half cup bra struggling against nature to keep her very large breasts under control!! Mine was, well in my opinion, much better, in fact compared to Steve’s mine was absolutely gorgeous. Her name was Candy, although I’m sure that wasn’t her real name, early twenties, although she looked younger, white, slim, tall, small breasts but what did it for me was her ‘proper’ whores outfit. Her blond hair was tied up in a cute ponytail, lovely whorey makeup, a tiny silver bra, just a minuscule red G-string and I do mean tiny (postage stamp size) and beige plastic thigh length boots with about a five or six inch heel. I hope my description gets you as excited as I was, she was just plain gorgeous!!! Steve had done the ‘deal’ with the girls, Candy apparently costing twice as much as his ‘cheaper’ whore.
I didn’t realise, at the time, just how much room there is in the back seats of those big BMWs but with Steve in the front with his whore and me in the back with Candy we were soon purring down one of the side avenues to a seclude spot Steve knew. We’d barely got going before Candy was unzipping my jeans and easing out my, by now, large hard cock and wanking me.before going down on me. She really did know how to use those pouting lipstick red lips taking my whole length deep down her throat. By the time we’d stopped Candy and I had a good ‘head’ start on them but I soon saw his whores blond bob disappear down on Steve’s cock too. Unfortunately neither Steve or myself lived up to our pre show billing and much as I didn’t want to cum, looking down and feeling Candy’s smooth pert G-strung ass, I’d soon spunked a huge load into her mouth and in fairness she swallowed the lot. Steve wasn’t long in cumming his load after me and once again his whore swallowed his too, the pair of them, very vocal during their sexual antics!!! I suppose for Candy and her friend it was an easy fifteen to twenty minutes work and good pay too.
We’d both enjoyed our night out and especially our whores and, like Steve, I was rapidly become addicted to cruising and using the prostitutes on offer. Steve explained to me that just recently the law had changed in California and although it was still ‘sort of’ i*****l to be a prostitute or solicit one for the girls it was no longer i*****l to dress like one or stand on street corners, as it had been before. We barely saw a police car during our four or five visits to the area. We didn’t go down there the next night as Steve had arranged a dinner party, at his apartment, to meet his friends and wives which was very enjoyable but I knew where I’d rather have been!
The next night however Steve had had to go to a friends house before our visit to Figuereo Street so it was probably about eleven o’clock at least before we got there. Much much busier than our previous visit, lots more cars and pickups and and I’d say twice as many girls who were predominantly white/latino this time and the girls were much more ‘glamorous’ too and also, if I thought was possible, more ‘naked’ too. The majority of the girls looked like Hollywood starlets/models on a sexy swimwear catwalk, absolutely stunning and when I say swimwear I mean the briefest skimpiest thong type bikini, some outfits not much more than literally pieces of string. It was a warm sultry night and we even saw several girls with no knickers (well they might have had but it would have nothing more than a piece of cotton) and just the briefest bra tops, some with no tops as well, but they were all tottering on ridiculously high heeled boots and stilettos.
Between 51st and 52nd there was a ‘cut through’ not much more than a back lane really but it was well known for ‘naked’ girls. We only drove through it once as Steve explained to me it was notorious for mugging and the like. I don’t quite understand why he was so worried as there was a steady stream of punters going down it. I could see what they meant by ‘naked’ girls as there were about four or five whores, all within about fifty or sixty yards. If I remember rightly there were at least three black girls and two or three white girls, when we drove through, all with absolutely stunning curvaceous figures, the black whores skin oiled and glistening under the headlights of the cars and the two white girls pale skins showing up beautifully too. All were in there early twenties and, like I said, all completely naked apart from either a pair of white high heeled ankle boots or high platform heels with luminous heel and sole lights that seemed to be ‘de rigour’ for the area. One of the girls, apart from her high heels, was also ‘wearing’ a red crystal butt plug, which twinkled in the headlights of Steve’s BMW. I have to say that I’d have fucked any of them but one particularly sticks in my mind as she was really gorgeous with a beautiful puffed up cunt. Steve told me that these whores were ‘really really’ expensive, had not been on the game long and most of the girls started here before moving to the street corners and charging a bit less. It seemed a very popular ‘cut through’ but we only went the once. Steve also told me that a lot of the girls actually preferred ‘anal’ sex as did, apparently a lot of the punters. Although the alley was notorious for naked girls, we did see other girls ‘naked’ on street corners too especially girls with no g strings, just covering their pussy with a mobile or the like.
Steve had talked me into picking up a couple of whores and going back to a motel, which, what the hell, I had agreed to. There were almost too many girls, everyone of them looked amazing, to make a choice but there were also an awful lot of punters too. Two or three times we’d seen a pair we both wanted but by time we’d doubled back around the block they’d be picked up. I must confess I was really looking out for Candy, who’d sucked me off the night before, but I didn’t see her. Eventually our luck changed and there, picked out in our headlights, were a sexy pair of whores looking like sex on legs and, wow, they both had legs that went on forever especially on the six inch heels both were shod in. One of the girls, the one I wanted, was black, very slim, tall and wearing a white micro G-string, white fishnet hold up stockings, topless with no bra but a short white plastic biker jacket topped of with a bright blue bobbed wig. She was about the same age as Candy but she did, in her whore outfit, look a million dollars! Steve’s whore was white, blond, probably in her late twenties to early thirties with a stunning curvaceous figure and, like mine was wearing a skimpy G-string, black skimpy bra all sheathed in a black very short see thro mesh nylon mini dress.
As before Steve did the negotiating, the older girl taking control, and agreed a price which included a room for an hour or so. As before I got in the back with my whore, just like the previous evening, but this time she was much more nervous and demur, not like Candy at all, and when I starting fondling her pert tits and stroking her pussy I could tell she was quite new to being on the game. Her name was Amber, came from Phoenix, and had only been in LA for two or three weeks. We drove two or three blocks away from Figuereo Street to a three story block of apartments, one of which was rented by Steve’s whore and up a metal stairway to hers, on the second floor. I have to say that it wasn’t the tidiest flat I’d ever been in but it was just about acceptable with three rooms, one a bedroom, a small kitchen and a living room with another bed at one end. Steve took the bed in the living room and Amber and myself went into the only proper bedroom which was obviously the other whores bedroom as, as there was no wardrobe, a selection of very skimpy whore type dresses and apparel hung around the walls. Once we were alone Amber loosened up and soon we were both naked, Amber sucking my cock like a pro straddling me with her cunt hovering over my face. She did have a gorgeous young body, not a mark on it and skin a beautiful oiled mahogany colour and her pussy tasted amazingly sweet. I wanted to savour her so I wasn’t going to rush. We alternated between me fucking her quite pert tightish pussy, sucking my cock and licking both her cunt and tits before, well I like to think neither of us could, wait no longer before I had a massive orgasm, filling her cunt with my spunk showing so white as it dribbled out of her cunt. All the while we’d heard Steve and his whore going hammer and tongs in the other room as he, and his whore for that matter, we’re very vocal in there sex activity and, I should imagine, woke the block up. At one stage he must have been fucking her up against the wall of our bedroom as both Amber and I thought they’d break through!!
Once we’d dropped the girls off Steve said that his fuck had been really good but he was glad he’d worn a condom as she was obviously a d**ggie given all the signs of d**g use it in her room. He went ballistic though when I told him I’d not worn one and told me never ever to do it again unless you were 100% sure she was clean. However he did tell me too that while most of the newer, younger ones were ‘clean’ it didn’t take long for them to get into drugs, if they weren’t already hooked. Most of the white/latin girls were either poor mid west girls or ‘lured’ up from Mexico with the usual promises of ‘stardom’ or jobs in entertainment. Steve got a health check at least once a month and had never had a problem considering how often he used the girls, sometimes three or four times a week. He was a bit of an animal and boasted to me that he reckoned that he’d had three or four hundred girls over the last couple of years, which actually I don’t doubt!!!
I have to say though, young and inexperienced as she was, Amber gave me the best fuck I’d had in ages! Just as we got back to Figuereo Street I saw Candy on a street corner, just about to get into a big white Ford pickup and she looked amazing. Just a black bra, a frilly black Ra-Ra skirt about three inches deep, her pert ass poking out underneath it and a pair of high heeled black calf length boots. I sort of wished I seen her earlier but Amber was just as good!
Steve did relate to me a story about what had happened to him a couple of months earlier. Apparently a lot of the girls, well Steve reckoned up to, sometimes, nearly twenty per cent, were transsexuals. I must confess some of the more masculine girls had got me thinking but Steve had picked up a gorgeous slim young black girl and they’d gone back to a local motel. She’d been a bit coy when undressing, not that I suspect she’d been wearing very much!!! but Steve wasn’t too concerned. When he’d picked her up she’d suggested extra for anal and knowing Steve’s sex drive that wouldn’t have deterred him. Anyway to cut a long story short she’d had a very tiny cock and he’d fucked ‘her’ up her ‘pussy’ and Steve thought she’d given him one of the best whore fuck in ages.
I only had two days left on my vacation and as Steve had arranged a ‘special’ dinner party on the last night we both agreed that ‘just one more night’ on Figuereo Street wouldn’t go a miss. It must have been a Friday or a Saturday night as it was heaving with cars and, more to our liking, whores! Steve told me that a lot of the girls were drawn to LA with the dream of being an actress in Hollywood but of course the vast majority didn’t make it and either got in with the wrong crowd, d**gs, most likely or succumbed to the infamous casting couch scenario. Some of the girls, he told me, actually were actresses but only bit parts or as extras and certainly didn’t earn enough to live on so weekends down on Figuereo was a nice little earner.
The rapport between me and Steve was great, we both knew what we liked and could openly talk about each others wants, desires, kinks and literally anything at all, without offending each other in any way which was great as we headed south towards another session of, hopefully, filthy whore sex! We didn’t really have a plan, as such, but decided to just see where the evening took us and go with the flow. As it was still the weekend the area was again very busy and buzzing, again loads of gorgeously sexy looking girls which in turn had brought out loads of cars and punters. We cruised around for ages, the pair of us ogling and lusting on, what seemed to me anyway, some absolutely stunningly gorgeous prostitutes dressed in their standard ‘half or full naked’ style. Eventually the ‘traffic’ started to thin and we decided on a pair that we both fancied fucking. They weren’t the best looking whores we’d seen that night but, basically we’d spent too long browsing and not got on with the job in hand! Both girls were black, both quite ‘African’ looking, if you know what I mean but that was where the similarity ended in that mine was young, slim again, with, what I’d consider, a nice hour glass figure but Steve’s, on the other hand was very similar to the whore he’d picked up on our first night, definitely ‘cheap and whorey’!!! Mine was ‘dressed’ in probably the tiniest white G-string I’d seen and made no attempt to cover her cunt, in fact with the string pulled up tight between the lips of her cunt, it just accentuated her swollen pussy and her ‘bra’ just about struggled to cover her large black nipples and, as usual she was tottering on yet another pair of skysc****r heels. Steve’s whore certainly in her late twenties, at least, was in contrast, ‘dressed’ in a pink micro mini that just about covered her large ass and a gold lame bikini top. If, like me you watch a lot of porn, think of his whore just like the girls you see being fucked on Nigerian and Ghanaian porn movies by big black well muscled oiled black guys, that was the sort she was.
Once again Steve sorted out the money side of things, mine was again sixty dollars and his twenty five, haven’t got a clue how that worked!! They both got in the back and within minutes we were driving into a yard behind some old industrial units quite near the main north/south freeway. No motel or apartment this time, this was going to be an ‘outdoor’ fuck, as both girls well knew. Both girls got out and, without being asked dropped to their knees, got out both our cocks and started sucking us both off. Steve’s cock wasn’t massive but it was big, certainly much larger than the average cock and quite a bit bigger than mine. Soon we’d had enough of that and, after we’d got the girls to roll rubbers on both of our cocks, we both, side by side, started to fuck the girls up against the side of Steve’s car. She was a good fuck, nice tight cunt on her and her tits were nice and firm too, I was actually really enjoying fucking her, as was Steve alongside me. After three or four minutes of solid fucking, Steve asked if I’d like to swap for a while, which, as his guest, readily agreed too so, whether the whores wanted to or not, I was soon fucking Steve’s whore. Very different cunt, very wet, loose and sort of hot but still she was a good fuck and I think she enjoyed my cock too although I’m not sure the other whore was as keen on Steve’s cock as it was, by now, even thicker than when I’d seen his whore sucking him when we started and, he was quite rough, with her, lot of squealing!! I was very near to cumming now and asked Steve if we could swap back as I did prefer the other whore, which we did and, by the big smile on her face, she preferred me too! I love fucking standing up as when I cum I seem to go all wobbly at the knees and this fuck was no exception throughly enjoying emptying my load into a lovely cunt. As I pulled my cock out of her she pulled off the durex and went down on me again licking and sucking my cock completely dry. Actually she seemed a very nice girl even if she was a whore. Steve meanwhile, who had the stamina of a buck rabbit and showed no sign of stopping on his relentless quest for fucking whores and as, my whore and myself watched on, positioned her over some tyres, her ass in the air, and resumed fucking her cunt or it might have even been her ass as she, well the both of them actually, were making a serious amount of noise. Eventually even Steve had to relent and with even more grunting and moaning he emptied his load into her. She was seriously well fucked and certainly earned her twenty five dollars that night. I have to say that the two girls had some stamina, sex wise, as while we watched them totter off down the street, two cars had rolled up along side them and, after obviously negotiating a price, both got in there respective punters cars and were soon off for more fucking. What an end to an amazing evening and a sexy whore driven vacation.
Steve met me at the airport in his large black BMW 4x4 and we were soon heading up the freeway towards Santa Monica and his beachfront apartment overlooking Ocean beach which, I have to say, was amazing. Steve had worked in the film industry doing the graphics for some of the best Hollywood studios and it had obviously **** very well, very well!! We had a lot to catch up with and for the first couple of days we spent time visiting all the ‘tourist’ hot spots and,on an evening, dining at some very high dollar restaurants, mostly in and around the Santa Monica and Malibu areas. As time went on we began to open up more to each other and to talk about our times ‘up the park’, sex and our mutual love of prostitutes. Steve had joined me a few times, like Barry did, when I hid behind the corrugated iron sheeting watching the prostitutes ply their trade wanking enthusiastically together, over them.
Steve’s late wife, Sherrie, had been quite a bit younger than him, from Thailand and, from the photos that he showed me, quite a looker and, sexually, very very hot and Steve did miss that side of his marriage. One night he confessed that he’d been using prostitutes and e*****s as he still had a high sex drive and had, almost, become addicted to **** ‘cheap’ sex although some of the ‘e*****’ girls he hired, now and again, did cost an arm and a leg but as he said, “what the fuck, I can afford them!”
The next day I also confessed to Steve that I too had occasionally used them too but, more importantly, that I still got a huge kick over wanking and lusting over them. Steve was overjoyed at my confession and promised me the best time of my ‘whore’ loving life, starting that evening!! Steve explained that there was a small ‘red light’ area between Santa Monica and Malibu but the girls weren’t the best, mostly older women, however the main prostitute area in Los Angeles was on South Figuereo street (everyone in LA called it just ‘Fig’), down by the airport, where there was an excellent selection of gorgeous girls selling sex. There were another couple of areas, one called Pomona, another Holt boulevard but we didn’t go to any of them. Apparently the Holt whores were about half the price of those on Fig but a lot of them weren’t so good as the ones on Fig. Steve preferred the Fig area, visiting it at least once a week and sometimes more, and knew the area like the back of his hand even having a few favourite girls who he was keen to introduce me too. Steve also told me that, occasionally, he’d drive or fly up to Washington state and use the whores in Seattle especially in the red light areas of Washington street and around Aurora Ave. where, more so in summer, the girls were practically naked, gorgeous, a really good selection and some beautiful white and oriental girls.
We set off about six thirty that evening in his big black BMW and it took us a good hour to get there due to the heavy Los Angeles traffic on the freeway and it was just beginning to get dark when we started cruising the streets. My first impression was of how many girls were working the area, literally two or three or even more, on each corner and also some strutting their stuff down the centre of the side avenues. Secondly I was amazed at the variety in age, figure, colour and dress code. It was also interesting in that the area, apart from the area towards downtown was quite a nice area with some nice houses. I’d say the majority of the girls were black or dark Latino, most of them were gorgeous, some quite young and although there were a few older girls, all the girls were desperately trying to look younger than they were, but all of them, regardless of colour and age were dressed obscenely sexily and certainly to my liking. There was no particular ‘style’ as such but one common denominator was that there was a lot of ‘skin’ on view and not much clothing. Skin tight obscenely ultra brief hot pants, some with no backs in them, topped with sparkly brief bra tops, really skimpy Lycra and see through dresses showing every curve and delight, just bras, stockings and string thongs leaving nothing to the imagination, all colours of stockings ranging from whale net to ultra sheer and all wearing the most sexiest high heeled shoes and thigh length boots. If pert, exposed asses and enhanced butts sell sex then this was the place to buy! Heaven!!!
We agreed that we weren’t in a hurry, that first night and Steven knew all the best streets, avenues and cut throughs to see and lust over the magical sites on view. That first night we just lazily cruised around, Steve pointing out the best girls for a blow job, anal sex or just a straight fuck most of whom gave him a cheerful wave. We did stop and talk to a couple of girls both dressed in ‘very’ revealing thongs and tops, both with beautiful slim figures and to my eyes quite beautiful. Blow jobs, apparently, you usually did in the car and, depending obviously on how good she looked, could be had for as little as fifty or sixty dollars, whereas anal and ‘normal’ sex was usually back at her place or a motel room and ranged from as low as eighty dollars for straight sex, at least a hundred and fifty for anal or even more. Steve told me he’d fucked quite a few, outdoors up against the car, which, he told me turned him on massively for as little as twenty dollars but he also said that those girls were usually black, a bit plump and much older but sometimes it was just what he needed. It was very clear that you didn’t just have to have sex with just one type, the world was your oyster as regards filthy **** sex on Figuereo street!!! He did say that the later the night went on the cheaper they got and that the better they looked meant they were usually clean and the uglier ones, dirty.
I couldn’t get the thoughts of what I’d seen the previous night out of my mind and however beautiful the sights that Steve showed me, my thoughts never strayed far from our planned visit later again that next evening. I think we both knew what was going to happen that night, well I was dam sure I knew that Steve wouldn’t be able to go down there without having sex and I must say that I was thinking that way too!! Anyway off we went much as the night before and it wasn’t long before we were talking again like we used to all those years before “Which one do you fancy?” “Look at the legs on her”, “I’ll bet she’s a great fuck”. We were both totally on the same wavelength!! We’d more or less agreed that, to start with at least, a nice blow job would be a great start to our visits for sex and after circling the area for about half an hour, stopping and propositioning a couple of the girls the both of us had settled on the girls we wanted. I must say that we used to have similar tastes in ‘whores’ but certainly, no longer, as the girl that he choose was like chalk and cheese to the one I wanted. Steve was definitely into ‘cheap, older and whorey’ and was a bit taken aback with the woman he picked. I would say she was in her thirties, black, blond short wig, a bit overweight but not obese, huge breasts and although not ugly certainly wasn’t the prettiest one available. She was wearing, well like all the girls, not very much but she did have on some very skimpy satin skin tight hot pants, holes and cuts in all the right places, unfortunately quite a big belly but obviously no knickers as you could pretty well see the outline of her cunt lips and a half cup bra struggling against nature to keep her very large breasts under control!! Mine was, well in my opinion, much better, in fact compared to Steve’s mine was absolutely gorgeous. Her name was Candy, although I’m sure that wasn’t her real name, early twenties, although she looked younger, white, slim, tall, small breasts but what did it for me was her ‘proper’ whores outfit. Her blond hair was tied up in a cute ponytail, lovely whorey makeup, a tiny silver bra, just a minuscule red G-string and I do mean tiny (postage stamp size) and beige plastic thigh length boots with about a five or six inch heel. I hope my description gets you as excited as I was, she was just plain gorgeous!!! Steve had done the ‘deal’ with the girls, Candy apparently costing twice as much as his ‘cheaper’ whore.
I didn’t realise, at the time, just how much room there is in the back seats of those big BMWs but with Steve in the front with his whore and me in the back with Candy we were soon purring down one of the side avenues to a seclude spot Steve knew. We’d barely got going before Candy was unzipping my jeans and easing out my, by now, large hard cock and wanking me.before going down on me. She really did know how to use those pouting lipstick red lips taking my whole length deep down her throat. By the time we’d stopped Candy and I had a good ‘head’ start on them but I soon saw his whores blond bob disappear down on Steve’s cock too. Unfortunately neither Steve or myself lived up to our pre show billing and much as I didn’t want to cum, looking down and feeling Candy’s smooth pert G-strung ass, I’d soon spunked a huge load into her mouth and in fairness she swallowed the lot. Steve wasn’t long in cumming his load after me and once again his whore swallowed his too, the pair of them, very vocal during their sexual antics!!! I suppose for Candy and her friend it was an easy fifteen to twenty minutes work and good pay too.
We’d both enjoyed our night out and especially our whores and, like Steve, I was rapidly become addicted to cruising and using the prostitutes on offer. Steve explained to me that just recently the law had changed in California and although it was still ‘sort of’ i*****l to be a prostitute or solicit one for the girls it was no longer i*****l to dress like one or stand on street corners, as it had been before. We barely saw a police car during our four or five visits to the area. We didn’t go down there the next night as Steve had arranged a dinner party, at his apartment, to meet his friends and wives which was very enjoyable but I knew where I’d rather have been!
The next night however Steve had had to go to a friends house before our visit to Figuereo Street so it was probably about eleven o’clock at least before we got there. Much much busier than our previous visit, lots more cars and pickups and and I’d say twice as many girls who were predominantly white/latino this time and the girls were much more ‘glamorous’ too and also, if I thought was possible, more ‘naked’ too. The majority of the girls looked like Hollywood starlets/models on a sexy swimwear catwalk, absolutely stunning and when I say swimwear I mean the briefest skimpiest thong type bikini, some outfits not much more than literally pieces of string. It was a warm sultry night and we even saw several girls with no knickers (well they might have had but it would have nothing more than a piece of cotton) and just the briefest bra tops, some with no tops as well, but they were all tottering on ridiculously high heeled boots and stilettos.
Between 51st and 52nd there was a ‘cut through’ not much more than a back lane really but it was well known for ‘naked’ girls. We only drove through it once as Steve explained to me it was notorious for mugging and the like. I don’t quite understand why he was so worried as there was a steady stream of punters going down it. I could see what they meant by ‘naked’ girls as there were about four or five whores, all within about fifty or sixty yards. If I remember rightly there were at least three black girls and two or three white girls, when we drove through, all with absolutely stunning curvaceous figures, the black whores skin oiled and glistening under the headlights of the cars and the two white girls pale skins showing up beautifully too. All were in there early twenties and, like I said, all completely naked apart from either a pair of white high heeled ankle boots or high platform heels with luminous heel and sole lights that seemed to be ‘de rigour’ for the area. One of the girls, apart from her high heels, was also ‘wearing’ a red crystal butt plug, which twinkled in the headlights of Steve’s BMW. I have to say that I’d have fucked any of them but one particularly sticks in my mind as she was really gorgeous with a beautiful puffed up cunt. Steve told me that these whores were ‘really really’ expensive, had not been on the game long and most of the girls started here before moving to the street corners and charging a bit less. It seemed a very popular ‘cut through’ but we only went the once. Steve also told me that a lot of the girls actually preferred ‘anal’ sex as did, apparently a lot of the punters. Although the alley was notorious for naked girls, we did see other girls ‘naked’ on street corners too especially girls with no g strings, just covering their pussy with a mobile or the like.
Steve had talked me into picking up a couple of whores and going back to a motel, which, what the hell, I had agreed to. There were almost too many girls, everyone of them looked amazing, to make a choice but there were also an awful lot of punters too. Two or three times we’d seen a pair we both wanted but by time we’d doubled back around the block they’d be picked up. I must confess I was really looking out for Candy, who’d sucked me off the night before, but I didn’t see her. Eventually our luck changed and there, picked out in our headlights, were a sexy pair of whores looking like sex on legs and, wow, they both had legs that went on forever especially on the six inch heels both were shod in. One of the girls, the one I wanted, was black, very slim, tall and wearing a white micro G-string, white fishnet hold up stockings, topless with no bra but a short white plastic biker jacket topped of with a bright blue bobbed wig. She was about the same age as Candy but she did, in her whore outfit, look a million dollars! Steve’s whore was white, blond, probably in her late twenties to early thirties with a stunning curvaceous figure and, like mine was wearing a skimpy G-string, black skimpy bra all sheathed in a black very short see thro mesh nylon mini dress.
As before Steve did the negotiating, the older girl taking control, and agreed a price which included a room for an hour or so. As before I got in the back with my whore, just like the previous evening, but this time she was much more nervous and demur, not like Candy at all, and when I starting fondling her pert tits and stroking her pussy I could tell she was quite new to being on the game. Her name was Amber, came from Phoenix, and had only been in LA for two or three weeks. We drove two or three blocks away from Figuereo Street to a three story block of apartments, one of which was rented by Steve’s whore and up a metal stairway to hers, on the second floor. I have to say that it wasn’t the tidiest flat I’d ever been in but it was just about acceptable with three rooms, one a bedroom, a small kitchen and a living room with another bed at one end. Steve took the bed in the living room and Amber and myself went into the only proper bedroom which was obviously the other whores bedroom as, as there was no wardrobe, a selection of very skimpy whore type dresses and apparel hung around the walls. Once we were alone Amber loosened up and soon we were both naked, Amber sucking my cock like a pro straddling me with her cunt hovering over my face. She did have a gorgeous young body, not a mark on it and skin a beautiful oiled mahogany colour and her pussy tasted amazingly sweet. I wanted to savour her so I wasn’t going to rush. We alternated between me fucking her quite pert tightish pussy, sucking my cock and licking both her cunt and tits before, well I like to think neither of us could, wait no longer before I had a massive orgasm, filling her cunt with my spunk showing so white as it dribbled out of her cunt. All the while we’d heard Steve and his whore going hammer and tongs in the other room as he, and his whore for that matter, we’re very vocal in there sex activity and, I should imagine, woke the block up. At one stage he must have been fucking her up against the wall of our bedroom as both Amber and I thought they’d break through!!
Once we’d dropped the girls off Steve said that his fuck had been really good but he was glad he’d worn a condom as she was obviously a d**ggie given all the signs of d**g use it in her room. He went ballistic though when I told him I’d not worn one and told me never ever to do it again unless you were 100% sure she was clean. However he did tell me too that while most of the newer, younger ones were ‘clean’ it didn’t take long for them to get into drugs, if they weren’t already hooked. Most of the white/latin girls were either poor mid west girls or ‘lured’ up from Mexico with the usual promises of ‘stardom’ or jobs in entertainment. Steve got a health check at least once a month and had never had a problem considering how often he used the girls, sometimes three or four times a week. He was a bit of an animal and boasted to me that he reckoned that he’d had three or four hundred girls over the last couple of years, which actually I don’t doubt!!!
I have to say though, young and inexperienced as she was, Amber gave me the best fuck I’d had in ages! Just as we got back to Figuereo Street I saw Candy on a street corner, just about to get into a big white Ford pickup and she looked amazing. Just a black bra, a frilly black Ra-Ra skirt about three inches deep, her pert ass poking out underneath it and a pair of high heeled black calf length boots. I sort of wished I seen her earlier but Amber was just as good!
Steve did relate to me a story about what had happened to him a couple of months earlier. Apparently a lot of the girls, well Steve reckoned up to, sometimes, nearly twenty per cent, were transsexuals. I must confess some of the more masculine girls had got me thinking but Steve had picked up a gorgeous slim young black girl and they’d gone back to a local motel. She’d been a bit coy when undressing, not that I suspect she’d been wearing very much!!! but Steve wasn’t too concerned. When he’d picked her up she’d suggested extra for anal and knowing Steve’s sex drive that wouldn’t have deterred him. Anyway to cut a long story short she’d had a very tiny cock and he’d fucked ‘her’ up her ‘pussy’ and Steve thought she’d given him one of the best whore fuck in ages.
I only had two days left on my vacation and as Steve had arranged a ‘special’ dinner party on the last night we both agreed that ‘just one more night’ on Figuereo Street wouldn’t go a miss. It must have been a Friday or a Saturday night as it was heaving with cars and, more to our liking, whores! Steve told me that a lot of the girls were drawn to LA with the dream of being an actress in Hollywood but of course the vast majority didn’t make it and either got in with the wrong crowd, d**gs, most likely or succumbed to the infamous casting couch scenario. Some of the girls, he told me, actually were actresses but only bit parts or as extras and certainly didn’t earn enough to live on so weekends down on Figuereo was a nice little earner.
The rapport between me and Steve was great, we both knew what we liked and could openly talk about each others wants, desires, kinks and literally anything at all, without offending each other in any way which was great as we headed south towards another session of, hopefully, filthy whore sex! We didn’t really have a plan, as such, but decided to just see where the evening took us and go with the flow. As it was still the weekend the area was again very busy and buzzing, again loads of gorgeously sexy looking girls which in turn had brought out loads of cars and punters. We cruised around for ages, the pair of us ogling and lusting on, what seemed to me anyway, some absolutely stunningly gorgeous prostitutes dressed in their standard ‘half or full naked’ style. Eventually the ‘traffic’ started to thin and we decided on a pair that we both fancied fucking. They weren’t the best looking whores we’d seen that night but, basically we’d spent too long browsing and not got on with the job in hand! Both girls were black, both quite ‘African’ looking, if you know what I mean but that was where the similarity ended in that mine was young, slim again, with, what I’d consider, a nice hour glass figure but Steve’s, on the other hand was very similar to the whore he’d picked up on our first night, definitely ‘cheap and whorey’!!! Mine was ‘dressed’ in probably the tiniest white G-string I’d seen and made no attempt to cover her cunt, in fact with the string pulled up tight between the lips of her cunt, it just accentuated her swollen pussy and her ‘bra’ just about struggled to cover her large black nipples and, as usual she was tottering on yet another pair of skysc****r heels. Steve’s whore certainly in her late twenties, at least, was in contrast, ‘dressed’ in a pink micro mini that just about covered her large ass and a gold lame bikini top. If, like me you watch a lot of porn, think of his whore just like the girls you see being fucked on Nigerian and Ghanaian porn movies by big black well muscled oiled black guys, that was the sort she was.
Once again Steve sorted out the money side of things, mine was again sixty dollars and his twenty five, haven’t got a clue how that worked!! They both got in the back and within minutes we were driving into a yard behind some old industrial units quite near the main north/south freeway. No motel or apartment this time, this was going to be an ‘outdoor’ fuck, as both girls well knew. Both girls got out and, without being asked dropped to their knees, got out both our cocks and started sucking us both off. Steve’s cock wasn’t massive but it was big, certainly much larger than the average cock and quite a bit bigger than mine. Soon we’d had enough of that and, after we’d got the girls to roll rubbers on both of our cocks, we both, side by side, started to fuck the girls up against the side of Steve’s car. She was a good fuck, nice tight cunt on her and her tits were nice and firm too, I was actually really enjoying fucking her, as was Steve alongside me. After three or four minutes of solid fucking, Steve asked if I’d like to swap for a while, which, as his guest, readily agreed too so, whether the whores wanted to or not, I was soon fucking Steve’s whore. Very different cunt, very wet, loose and sort of hot but still she was a good fuck and I think she enjoyed my cock too although I’m not sure the other whore was as keen on Steve’s cock as it was, by now, even thicker than when I’d seen his whore sucking him when we started and, he was quite rough, with her, lot of squealing!! I was very near to cumming now and asked Steve if we could swap back as I did prefer the other whore, which we did and, by the big smile on her face, she preferred me too! I love fucking standing up as when I cum I seem to go all wobbly at the knees and this fuck was no exception throughly enjoying emptying my load into a lovely cunt. As I pulled my cock out of her she pulled off the durex and went down on me again licking and sucking my cock completely dry. Actually she seemed a very nice girl even if she was a whore. Steve meanwhile, who had the stamina of a buck rabbit and showed no sign of stopping on his relentless quest for fucking whores and as, my whore and myself watched on, positioned her over some tyres, her ass in the air, and resumed fucking her cunt or it might have even been her ass as she, well the both of them actually, were making a serious amount of noise. Eventually even Steve had to relent and with even more grunting and moaning he emptied his load into her. She was seriously well fucked and certainly earned her twenty five dollars that night. I have to say that the two girls had some stamina, sex wise, as while we watched them totter off down the street, two cars had rolled up along side them and, after obviously negotiating a price, both got in there respective punters cars and were soon off for more fucking. What an end to an amazing evening and a sexy whore driven vacation.
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