Prostitute Stories: Girl With The Spider Tattoo

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Prostitute Stories: Girl With The Spider Tattoo
You may have heard me mention before that sex with most of these street walkers just isn’t that good. I spend all this cash on all these disgusting, shitty, trashy, women and most of it is a waste. Then one day you come across a woman that just knocks your fucking socks off and makes it all worth it. Ms. H was the first woman that did that to me up until I met her I truly didn’t know just how good sex could be. It was as if up until that point every picture I’d ever seen was in black and white and she was the first picture I’d seen in Color. Ms. H was the standard I held every woman to in the bedroom. For years she was the woman that no one else could match and then one day I met Annie.
If Ms. H was like seeing my first picture in color, then Annie was like seeing that picture colored in graffiti. Vibrant, expressive, scribbled on, and splattered across the wall. She’s a fuzzed out clock radio turned up to 10, a dented z28 doing 90 on the highway with busted headlights. The girl was out of control, totally wild, but 100% unapologetically herself.

It was late night I remember what she was wearing clear as day. She stood on the side of an empty road in a dirty pink fur jacket, brown corduroys, and a pink baseball cap, pulled down so low you could barely make out her eyes. It was the streetwalkers uniform a mishmash of found clothing, everything being either too large or too small. Her long straight black hair danced in the wind as she stared down my car approaching. As soon as I stopped she pulled the door handle and hopped in.

“Oh my god thanks for picking me I’m Annie nice to meet you. So where you want to go? I know this quiet street up the road if you pull up by the stoplight and make a right. I need to call my friend first though do you mind if I borrow your phone? Oh is it OK if I smoke in here.”
Words rushed out of her face bouncing off my ears before I even had time to register their meaning let alone reply to whatever she was saying. I was immediately annoyed by her. I was too inexperienced at the time to know that her chattiness was actually a great sign. I glance over at her a few times while we negotiate and try to figure out where to go. She’s average looking, tanned blotchy skin, chubby cheeks, with a cute bulbous snub nose. She says she’s down to hangout for a while so I start heading for one of the few motels in town. She continues to talk an endless stream of words all noise blending into the background sounds of traffic. The sound of her lighter snaps me out of my daydream.
“Hey you can’t smoke in the car.”
I couldn’t even get the words out of my mouth before a plume of solid white smoke drifted on to the drivers side and into my nostrils. There’s an undeniable smell of burning plastic. I look over in time to see her taking her second hit from a fucking crack pipe.
“Are you fucki. . .”
I hold my breath and roll all the windows down waiting for the smoke to clear out.
“Are you fucking crazy!? Put that shit out!”
“What’s the big deal?”
“Put that shit out!”
“Man you need to chill you’re fucking up my high bro.”
The more experienced me would have kicked her out the car and ended the date right there. It would have been the correct decision to make but lucky for me I was too stupid to make the right decision.
We get to the motel, I get king-sized, smoking, on the bottom floor, and drag Annie by the arm out of the car and into the room.
“You better have the money. I didn’t come all the way out here with you just to get ripped off”.
Jesus I haven’t even closed the door yet and she’s already complaining about the money. This bitch talks too much, complains, smokes crack in my car, why the fuck did I just waste money on a room I just know she’s not going to be worth it. I pull out $60 and place it on the nightstand. She glances over to make sure it’s there and gathers enough strength to stumble over towards the cash.
“You can check it’s all there I don’t play games.”

Annie throws her hat on the bed, her furry pink jacket slips off her shoulders into a pile on the floor. My eyes pop open, I flinch taking a step back. Sprawled across her chest all the way up to her neck is an ornate spider web tattoo with a black widow clutching a bright red heart in the center. Under that thick jacket was just a flimsy tube top, held up by a pair of plump, full breasts, she was clearly not wearing a bra. I only get a second to take this all in before I realized she wasn’t walking towards the table she was walking towards me and before I could react she grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into her wide gaping mouth. Her tongue glides across mine, she’s kissing and then biting my lips. She’s pulling at my clothes, ripping off my belt and sucking on whatever part of my body happens to be near her mouth. She was genuinely fucking horny this is the first time in my life I’ve seen a woman so obviously horny. Not playing games, no cat and mouse, she wanted to fuck as much as I did. We end up on the bed wrestling, rolling back and forth, eating each other’s faces only pausing to shake off another piece of clothing.
I pulled her top down to her waist. She giggled, twisting and shaking, bouncing her tits back and forth. I grabbed her firm jiggling flesh, pinching and pulling her stiff brown nipple then stuffing it in my mouth. She snarled, growled, screamed, kicking her legs and grabbing my head. She was loud, and just like Ms. H she simply couldn’t control her outburst.

Her legs were splayed open and her body was writhing and squirming under the full weight of my body. My thick shaft was pressed against her sopping wet cunt I pressed my hips sliding my dick up and down between her slick wet lips. I loved teasing her but she wasn’t having any of it. She bucked her hips up and slammed her self right onto my bare naked dick. Then quickly wrapped her legs around me shoving me in deeper. This has actually happened to me a handful of times over the years. Girls who get excited and a little out of control and honestly if a girl is that turned on I just roll with it. It’s Dumb and dangerous, I know, but you do stupid things in the heat of passion. This was my very first time though and in that moment I freaked out about not being safe. It was totally unexpected. Alarms were ringing in my head but they were being drowned out by the moist warm rhythmic grip of her love muscle. I was trying to reason with myself, OK only a few more seconds of this but it felt so good.
“Hey . . . hey we can’t do this?”
“Can’t do what?”
“Condoms”
“Don’t you dare pull out!” She reached around and grabbed my ass pulling me into her.
“Come on fuck it hard. I want you to cum inside of me. Don’t cum yet! Take your time but I want you to shoot it deep in me.”
I immediately pushed myself off of her rolling onto my back.
“What the fuck man!? Jesus! Fine go get a condom. Just hurry up!”
The second she told me she wanted me to cum inside of her it snapped me back to reality and scared the shit out of me. Funny how times have changed If I was with a total stranger that asked me to do that to her now I’d probably get so turned on that I would unload inside of her immediately. I stretch over to my jeans crumpled up on the floor and dig through my pockets searching for the package of hi-tech, ultra thin, ultra strong Japanese condoms I used to purchase back then. It would be a few more years before I realized they were also ultra small and just started buying magnums like everyone else. As I struggled to get the stupid thing on she stared at my dick anxiously rubbing her clit into a frenzy. The second I got it on there . . .
“Move!”

She shoved my hand out the way and swallowed my cock until it was dripping wet with her natural lubricant. She sat on it and thrusted her hips back and forth so hard the bed started rattling. Her hips didn’t stop moving until she was ready to cum. Her voice raised from a low rumble to a steady scream into a stream of expletives.
“Give me . . . that . . . fucking . . . shit . . . mother . . . fucker! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUCK!
She fell to the bed sweaty panting and heaving. I lay on my back bewildered and looked down at my dick pointing straight up towards the ceiling. I did not cum.
“Fuck man that was some good dick. Just let me catch my breath for a little bit and then you can drop me off.”
This was one of the few times I paid for a whore and she somehow managed to make me feel like I was the sex object. She raises off the bed stretching, yawning and scratching her belly.
“Hey I’m going to cleanup you want a towel or someth . . . What the hell dude? You’re still hard? Why didn’t you cum?”
Before I could even answer Annie jumps back on the bed on all fours. She rips my condom off tosses it on the floor.
“I told you not to wear these stupid fucking things. What’s the point? You can’t feel anything.”
She grabs my dick with one hand and grabs my balls with the other. I flinch, she spits on my cock and rubs the saliva in. Then without notice she pulls and squeezes my balls hard. I jump in pain and grab her arm.
“What the fuck!?”
“Relax man I know what I’m doing.”
I’m trying very carefully to get her hands off my genitals. She squeezes them harder.
“I said Relax!”
I writhe in pain. She spits in the palm of her other hand and starts jacking me off at lighting speed while pulling and tugging on my balls. It doesn’t feel good but my dick is rock hard for some reason. She continues to drool all over my dick, pumping her fist so fast her saliva forms into a soapy lather. The sensation turns from pain to pleasure. She could see the look on my face it felt great.
“Alright dude tell me when you’re about to cum. OK?”
I nod back yes. She’s staring into my eyes jerking me hard and faster drool is dangling from the tip of her tongue to the tip of my cock. I can feel it build up I’m about to blow.
“Are you about to cum? Are you?”
“Yes!”
She lets go of my balls, pulls down on my shaft hard, sticks her thumb in her mouth, then pushes it straight into my asshole. I immediately shoot a massive load splattered all over her arm. She did this all without breaking eye contact and now she has this grin spread across her face, smiling from ear to ear.
“I knew you would like that. You’re such a fag.”
She pulled her thumb out and walked to the bathroom laughing. She tossed me a washcloth.
“Here’ you’re going to need to cleanup.”

What the fuck just happened? This girl is out of control. It has never even occurred to me to do something like that, let alone have a stranger surprise me out of the blue with that shit. I sat in the bed truly in shock.
“Hey you think we can stop and get some food before you drop me off. I haven’t eaten all day. There’s this chicken spot downtown that stays open till 3am I’ll show you where it is.”
She continued to fill the silence of the room with meaningless chatter. We get dressed do one last check before leaving the room. When she walks up to me.
“That was so hot. If you promise to drive up here and see me again, next time I promise I’ll let you stick it in my ass. Deal?”
“Deal.”
She kisses me deep and hard before walking out the door, God damn this girl is a piece of work. I didn’t even make it until the end of the week before I saw Annie again.

We went straight to the same motel I used in “Prostitute Stories: Drunk Horny Mature”. This was in the middle of the day. I was super horny that day so I just called off work to see her. We went straight to the room she smoked up stripped down and bent over teasing me waving her ass back and forth. This time I put the condom on ahead of time and slid it into her she was dripping wet just like before. I was only in there for a second though. True to her word, she was ready to get fucked in the ass. She pulled me out and the second she could feel the condom on her fingers she tore it off.
“I told you stop using these things. I’m not dirty and this time your going to cum in my ass anyway so you can’t get me pregnant. So now what’s your excuse?”
I couldn’t argue with that logic. With nothing but saliva I lubed up her asshole and she quickly swallowed my bare dick skin to skin. I fucked her hard she whimpered and cried digging her fists into the bed sheets. I twisted all that long black hair into something I could grab onto yanking her head back and forth taking back the control I had lost the second I’d met this girl. I fucked her hole until it was so loose I could barely feel any resistance. She screamed and shouted from the second I entered her. Once I had my fill I stuffed her face into the pillow and completely unloaded myself, emptying my balls into her colon. The room filled with her muffled screams. She smacked my thigh from behind and squirmed in delight. We did this for a few more hours before finally checking out. The maids and staff giving us funny looks as we walked through the halls exiting the building. I’m sure they heard everything but I could care less.

Annie and I only saw each other a handful of times you see that first night when we met was during my last few weeks in the area. I would be moving to another state in a couple of weeks. While the sex was phenomenal I would never have guessed we would have stayed in touch. Something else happened that made that all possible. The girl actually got clean! I thought I’d never hear from her again after I moved so you could imagine the excitement when several months later out of the blue I hear her voice on the other side of the line. For all those months she actually held onto my phone number and when she got clean I was one of the few people she wanted to stay in contact with. That shit pretty much brought me to tears when we had our first sober conversation.
She told me she just had enough of the streets and the lifestyle and she was lucky enough to run into just the right date. Some guy she met on the street offered her a place to stay if she was serious about getting clean and she jumped at the opportunity. He was an older guy with a huge house that lived out in a rural town away from all the bullshit she was dealing with. She joined another girl he took in off the streets and the three of them have been living together for the last 6 months or so. The girls take care of him, do house chores and keep him company, and he takes care of them, free food, room and board.

I was able to make the drive out and visit her a few times. It was an old place, it needed some fixing up but the setup was perfect for her there was plenty of space and lots of land. You have to understand these girls that run the streets especially the junkies they have such simple, meager dreams. So much so that it’s heartbreaking anytime I’ve heard a girl describe her dream life. It’s usually a wish to be clean, have a job, an apartment, a phone, and a car. Now don’t misunderstand what I’m saying. Most people can have this or some version of this. Some of us have to struggle to keep this together but most of us have this and the fortunate ones have more. The point I’m making is this is their fantasy life these are dreams that seem completely unattainable to these people. They’ve fallen so low that the idea of getting a job, any job at all, is a fantasy. The idea of having a place to stay for more than a day or two is a fantasy. Owning anything and having a place to put them is a fantasy.
Imagine spending years dreaming about having the simplest version of this kind of life. Then one day someone falls from the sky, picks you up, and the very next day you wake up in a huge house with your own room, drawers and closets to put your clothes with no fear of them getting stolen. You have warm showers, television, plenty of food to eat whenever you’re hungry, taking daily walks with dogs and puppies on the trails running through the property. You’re miles away from the drama and danger of the streets with people who look out for you and care about you.

As I was saying I went out to visit her a few times the old man seemed nice enough he’s the only other hobbyist I’d ever met in real life. I would take Annie off his hands and we’d sneak off for the night. Sometimes I’d take her to do a little shopping in town. It didn’t matter that she was off the streets, no longer hooking, she still loved to dress like a total slut. I once watched this old lady try to chastise her for being unladylike like showing off her cleavage and that “disgusting tattoo”. Which Annie replied.
“Why don’t you stop staring at my tits and mind your own business you old bitch!”
We were at a Denny’s they eventually asked us to leave. I always got a kick out of seeing how people responded to her in this quaint little town. Of course every man we would pass by had no problem with the way she dressed, their eyes were glued to her.

She would call me about once a month or so to keep in touch and one day she called with big news. She got a boyfriend. He was some local guy friend of a friend of her roommate. She was happy and I was happy for her. Naturally the messages slowed down which is to be expected and that’s OK because as it turns out at the time I was dating somebody too. At this point we were legit just friends. She was clean, she had stopped whoring a long time ago, she was dating someone and so was I. We were like pen pals just talking on the phone every once in a while.

Eventually their relationship soured and they were fighting constantly. She would start calling me more often to console her.
“He’s so jealous he doesn’t trust me around anyone and now he’s trying to control who I’m friends with . . . hold on . . . What? . . . I’m on the phone with a friend . . . It’s none of your business . . . yes it’s that same guy. We’re just friends. He was my friend before I even met you! Do you see what I mean now he’s jealous of you I keep telling him we’re only friends I hate when he gets like this.”
Every conversation we had sounded like that with me usually replying.
“Yea my girl is a fucking psycho all she wants to do is fight, she’s lazy, she’s messy, selfish she doesn’t want to do anything but sit around and get high all day.”
We both had it up to here with our significant others and then one day she said what we were both thinking.
“I just need to get away. If only I could get away from everyone even if it’s just for the weekend. Do you think I could come by and visit you? That night I filled out her greyhound ticket online while my girlfriend was asleep in the next room.

I told my girl that I had to go out of town for a convention and that I would be flying out that weekend so she would have to go back to her place. Friday night I waited at the bus station for Annie’s greyhound to pull in. Of course it was late. When it finally arrived I was scanning each person one by one looking for those familiar chubby cheeks and that cute snub nose and there she was. I didn’t spot her by those familiar features though the first thing I saw was that big ass tattoo sprawled across her chest. The second thing I saw was her weight. She got fat.

The girl must have put on something like 60 lbs since the last time I’d seen her. She never mentioned a word about the weight gain in any of our conversations. Now I know I’m making this sound like a problem and it may have been a deal breaker for some guys but I happen to love big girls so I wasn’t actually complaining. It was just surprising. I drove her back to my place. We laid on the couch watching TV but mostly catching up. She went on and on about her boyfriend. Reciting the same refrain he’s so jealous, she can’t have any friends, he doesn’t trust her. He’s particularly jealous of me because we talk so much but she keeps telling him we’re just friends. You should know she’s telling me this as I’m laying there with my head in her lap and her running her hands through my hair. We’ve been sitting this way for a while no one making a move her being coy still lying to herself that she’s just come up to visit a friend. Finally there was a break in the conversation it was an awkward pause. I guess she just couldn’t take it anymore because she took my hand that was resting on her arm and very casually moved it to her breast. It was like lightning shot through my body. I turned over and mauled her like a bear. She grabbed my face and gave me that familiar kiss I hadn’t felt in so long. It was aggressive, savage, a kiss that always ended with blood seeping from my bottom lip (this is totally true Lol). I lifted her shirt while trying to kick off my pants. Jesus, this girl never wears a bra. With all that weight gain her tits were now large, meaty, flesh piles sitting on top of her chest. I feasted on them jumping back and forth between the two, excitedly stuffing them in my mouth. I shove my hand down her pants feeling around for that wet slit and then slide my fingers inside. She begs me for more and I’m happy to obey. Piece by piece we strip away our clothing until there is nothing left but our naked bodies rubbing against each other. My flesh inside of her dripping wet hole, her nails digging into my back and our mouths sealed together. It’s what we’ve both been wanting for months just the pleasure of enjoying each others body without the drama of our significant others.

We never made it into my bedroom. I rolled out the blankets and pillows placed out for her visit and we fucked all night right in the middle of my living room floor. The thrill of sliding my raw dick in and out of some other man’s woman while his jealous ass sits at home alone excited me. What’s even more fucked up is this is the exact same way I fucked my girlfriend the first weekend we became a couple right here on the exact same floor all weekend. Not wanting to break tradition that’s exactly what Annie and I did all weekend.
If you’re a long time reader of my posts and this is sounding kind of familiar than you’ve probably realized now that this girlfriend is my crazy junkie ex Christina. In my 2 parter “Prostitute Stories: The Submissive Heroin Addict” I go into detail about our relationship. You also now know Annie is the girl in that story who I was fucking behind Christina’s back. It was a magical weekend.
The next week Christina would find the receipt for the bus ticket at my place and that would kickoff the end of our god awful relationship. Feel free to read about it. It was absolutely insane like something out of a movie.

Annie and I continued to talk. She ended up giving our secret weekend a code name and she got a kick out of bringing it up in front of her man. Those two would continue to break up and get back together a few times. The same thing happened with my girl and I. I never regretted cheating on her she was a monster. I do however regret getting into a relationship with her in the first place. Oh and there’s one more regret. I regret the way things ended between me and Annie. Over time Annie got used to her good fortune and stopped being grateful. She eventually started to complain about everything. Every time I talked to her on the phone it was a conversation about how something in her life was going wrong. She even complained about the old man who was giving her everything and putting up with her and her boyfriend in his house. I began to realize she’s one of those people who just can’t see the bright side of life and would rather dig themselves into a hole rather than lift themselves out of one. I was already trying to distance myself from her and then she started getting sick. This led to even more extreme weight gain which drove her into depression. I began to dread her phone calls. Eventually I had to once again move out of the area completely and knew that it would be rare to see her again so I just stopped taking her calls. If you remember I did the same thing to Ms. H that’s because this was during the same move. I was making a new start and I wanted to drop people I felt were dragging me down. Well you know what they say. “Wherever you go, there you are”. You can’t run away from yourself and within a week of moving to this new city I was able to find the same kind of scummy neighborhoods I like to cruise with more than enough filthy street sluts to replace them with. To this day I have no idea how Annie is doing and I find myself wishing she would call again just so I could now things turned out OK.