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Sexame Street...  

SweetPRTSCaramel 103T
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6/28/2020 12:39 am
Sexame Street...

Can you tell how get, how get Sexame Street? I suppose the fastest way regret is doing something that changes your life forever and never being able go back the way it was just before the change. Sept. 6th 2018 was such a vivid day for because it was exactly 5 months and 2 days since I had made a suicide trip from WTFIMON, CA (Way The Fuck in the Middle of Nowhere) LAX with my baby because I told them I would get them to their flight by hook or by crook. They were about to turn and was relieved be graduated and heading BFE, UT where the other parent was. I was hustling week make sure that I had readied the trip and secure make it time.
As much as the trip the airport was an adventure within itself that isn't the focal of this particular blog story. It began however after I watched my disappear around the corner, time with actually 26 minutes wait due the flight delay. I began cry for so many reasons, I was a transparent / DNA Mother watching their firstborn flying from the nest after being with for years...he was gone. I was also crying a bit because the trip left with zero dollars get back home! By car the trip was a two and a half hour drive and so get home without a vehicle was a daunting thought. Which proved yet a third reason part of the tears I had were because hopefully this night was be the last night I was a sex worker...or so I thought.
I knew going into the journey that I would be out of travel money only because I had been flaked on from someone close to me (it felt like I was betrayed because it was for a and not myself), and I'd already calculated being let down. But, what this also meant was that I would have to in a more foreign way than I had been. I would have advertise in the street or "walk the blade" as the terminology goes. I had clothing underneath the clothes I was wearing take my baby which was why the weather being quite chilly became a really troublesome anxiety feeling. I had a small tight mini skirt and a short top with the only real warm thing I had on was my security guard jacket. If any police officer would have seen me I might have been taken to jail for being a flasher or some sick minded pervert without clothes on!
As soon as I began to transition* (*steps taken to become one's true and authentic self as it pertains to what they project and present to the rest of the world), my security job discontinued giving me full time work. I was already struggling working over 60 hours per week to support my babe and myself and had it not been for the 6th of Jan. 2018*(*I was sexually assaulted), I would never have even believed it possible to be a sex worker. Yet, here it was almost five months down doing sex work I'd never even considered any slight thought or inkling thereof of doing...or not at least in the way I had been lol! In hindsight, I think I was a little to confident in the everyday whistles and catcalls of the multitude of men looking to get their cocks sucked or fuck a tight puassy*(*my version for my pussy which is my tight asshole).
I had been hoping daily that the landlord would stop playing me like he was such a macho uber straight man to not act on the thoughts he was having so that I could slide on some of the back of rent. Afterall, I was paying $320 per week for a shack of a studio style room built the side of a garage! Alas, that did not happen and instead he continued with the eviction process so that by September 6th I had no way fight the eviction notice, process, nor the order vacate by end of day that day. Since, the moment I felt I would stop providing sex as a service, I had sex worked non stop even as of that day just to survive because it became more difficult to pass the opportunity for extra money which would soon become needed money over again.
I had try leave; working at a new post that would have been full time if I was not going be locked out of my place with my things inside. I was a sex working / cam girl and my place had my studio equipment and sex closet of toys and sexy lingerie! I had to call off work, rented a uhaul and got a storage unit, packed then unpacked all of it by myself. It was that night I was supposed to return the uhaul but shit happens. I was exhausted, it was freezing cold and all I had was the truck so I put the heater and parked at the mall trying think of what I would do. I had been crying at the steering wheel when I felt a presence. I look and it is a man coming close my door.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "Yes I'm okay, thank you" with a familiarly flirtatious response. He starts talking through the window for which I was having a difficult time hearing with the heater and music slightly lower than medium level but he seemed sincere. I mean, he was sincerely wanting fuck and get some head and I picked that so I invited him into the truck. I had to divulge that I had my homegirl Tina so he was going to have to be okay with that...he was.
It began with a few minutes of smoking and talking with each other before I found myself trembling a bit from the touch of his hand sliding my thigh into the middle of my legs. He had already made it a point to inform that he was a very "open minded" individual, which just meant I didn't have be scared of whether or not I needed let him know that I am a transwoman. He already knew what expect and be honest even though I was sex working, I was very inexperienced and still hadn't been approached from "the street" vs. getting clientele from online. This also meant, and still means, I am extremely super sensitive being touched by another person, especially those that know how to use their hands and mouth etc. very well.
I was still pre-op so I wore padded bras in order see the size titty I wanted have and feel, everywhere I went. I am not saying that I didn't have a good size breast from hormones I was just closing in on being a C cup, so I was a good size B cup by this point. He began squeeze and grope my breasts while one hand would switch from the breast my clitty* (*term I use for the external version of my genitalia) and then he tried kiss . Unfortunately, I do not kiss tricks or anyone really as I was still married but separated with plenty of other personal reasons for doing so. That thank God did not stop him later however, at that time I took the opportunity to explain a few things to him (Roses, readiness, and location issues).
I was not going to be arrested for nudity, pda, or any type of sex offence at all! So, he agreed to ride with me to a more secluded spot. It was dark and very subtle to be a concern for any suspecting good citizen so he immediately went back to sucking on my right nipple. He was more anxious and confident because I was more comfortable that he was ripping off my clothing! He actually tore my bra off which kind of upset me but I suppose he deserved to as he had given me the ease of not having to my phone bill, dinner and maybe even breakfast in terms of independently lol (he gave the roses necessary). He told take of my pants and he helped so aggressively that it was sexy being the object of his desire in the front seat of a uhaul truck on a secluded street at night.
As soon as he unwrapped he was like a fat in a candy store and immediately wrapped his sexy lips around my "clit/dick" and began sucking her. My eyes started rolling and back a bit until he blurted out something hard make out because she was swelling in his mouth which I could barely whisper "what" from the pleasure I was feeling. "Just relax and let her loose, let suck you..." he bobbed her a few more times and finished saying, "til you cum, I want you cum in my mouth." The thought of this drove wild because it was simultaneously that he had grabbed my ass cheek with his hand, in a way that allowed his thumb penetrate my asshole while his mouth was ! Miss Caramello*(*the name of my clitty) was swole like she was pumping iron and was feeling so strong she was throbbing as he slurped and down her. He knew that I would not be able resist because everytime he bobbed down his entire thumb would slide inside my asshole.
Slobber was dripping down my jewel sack down onto his thumb and gave an extremely lubricated puassy that turned him on more that he began to coax my orgasm with words in between his motions. His lips would slide slippery as he would then moan and say make that bitch slither into his throat. Or, he gave her ego boost making her gag him, until he felt that I was enjoying the skilled oral sex he was giving. He was finger fucking with his thumb while he would suck and stroke with the other til he started saying , "make that sexy chocolate clitty cum!" or "yea make her squirt" which followed a thrust inside like I was some type of ripe delicacy that would be devoured once ready.
His thumb started moving in circular motions and rimming in the ebb of the flow of his rhythm til he felt the muscles I had not felt in a long time begin twitch. He then got excited telling "yeeeeaaaaa! that's right make her squirt juices into my throat!" This began the end of the roller coaster focal point right when the cars are just over the steep of the hill and the nanosecond pause before rolling down and everyone screaming, gives that quick thought of the excitement half seconds away from happening. He pulled out his thumb that had already been tightly squeezing it so tight (still am...), and spit on his two fingers as he was stroking my clit faster and down. It felt so good when he rammed his two fingers passed the rim and started wildly sucking and finger fucking me that I started realize that he was going make climax and climax harder that I had ever known!
My nipples were hard and I was pinching them. My legs were spread open wide and his head was moving and down with his fingers rapidly going in and out of . I felt the heat slide from his hot lips onto the dick/clitty and swiftly vibrate my lower abdomen and it slid into my chest and nipples and just as he deepthroated , I began moan until it became a yelling pleasure scream. Just as he had his mouth kissing my pelvis and his two fingers stretching my hole, he increased his speed and force of both his mouth and fingers until I was trying get out of his mouth as I hadn't ever done this before. It was always doing the pleasing. Miss Caramello started squirting her cum inside his mouth sending vigorous twitches my chest and puassy wiggling uncontrollably as my cum started spewing onto from his mouth. He kept going eventually slowing down as he watched my whole body convulsing and my eyes rolling back and barely able moan before he actually stopped.
He got with a slight chuckle and told that because of the time it took, the time it was, and time he was supposed to be elsewhere that I was going to have to see him again to finish. The moment he said that he pulled out his enormous cock and I almost stopped breathing. He seen my expression and said, "yea bitch this is for you! I'm gonna get in that ass next time!" and I could do was smile and giggle. He told take him back where he'd seen and even waited as I lay in the seat like I had just been in an MMA round fight. He was such a gentleman about the whole experience that the second meeting was something I would guarantee have with him. I dropped him off and went<b> park </font></b>somewhere for the night still having epileptic like pleasure seizures the whole night thinking about how could I or would I ever be able take such a humongous cock inside , but the thought of round 2 had orgasming well into the morning!
round two happened!...but that story is for next time!


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