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Charlene on the Street Ch. 01

By: eatoure



The phone woke up Charlene. 

Sunlight was streaming in the windows and the clock radio said 9:23. She felt sleepy but not hung over. She was naked, all wrapped up in tangled sheets, with a crusty film on her long, tanned legs, between her legs, and on her generous tits. Her pussy tingled. She had to pee. She didn't know where she was.

The phone rang again. 

Now it came back to her. She was in a hotel room. She had gone there with a guy she met at the club. She flopped over and extended her arm, but there was no one there. Not a guy, not girl. 

She picked up the phone on the third ring. 

"This is the front desk. Could you tell us how much longer you'll be, ma'am?" The voice sounded impatient. 

"I dunno" she slurred. "I just woke up."

"Well ma'am, we don't usually hold rooms open for guests after they have checked out. You've had over an hour. You'll have to leave now."

"Look, ... I don't know, ... I'll get up and see what's what." She wondered if she was really alone in the room. She hung up before the voice at the other end could object. 

She raised her head and looked around. The door to the bathroom was open. There was no one else in the room. She didn't see any sign that someone had left and was coming back. 

She felt a little anxious. She sat up and looked around for a message or something. Sometimes the men she went out with thought she was such a good fuck they left money behind, even though she wasn't a hooker. There was nothing. Not even her clothes. 

The phone rang again. 

"Miss, listen, you've got to leave now. The room is not yours anymore. The bill... "

She interrupted him before he could tell her about the bill. "Does breakfast come with the room?" No, she was informed coldly. She didn't know if she had any clothes, let alone money. "OK, OK, just give me a few minutes and I'll get out of here. You can have your" she paused "room back." No point in antagonizing him with obscenities.

After she hung up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. The sheets smelled like sex. Her pussy smelled ripe after last night. There was a dry stain under her butt. She sniffed her armpits and smelled old sweat. That must have been some party. 

Then she caught a whiff of masculine scent, a hint of faded cologne, mixed in with all the sex odors. A memory came back to her from the night before. 

* * * 

Charlene and her new date had to walk two blocks to get to his new Corvette. But Charlene wasn't dressed for any walk on the street. Her tight, short, clingy knit dress showed everything she'd got to anyone who looked and wasn't warm enough for nighttime. Now that she was walking on the street in the little thing and she was cold. Her nipples stood straight out. Everyone could see her erect nips and she was getting goosebumps. Like a true gentleman, he took off his trench coat and put it on her. He cinched up the belt for her, copping a feel in the process. 

Even wearing his trench coat over the skimpy knit dress, she still looked hot. Her bare dancer's legs drew attention and her stacked figure still showed under the oversized coat. The guy at the newsstand stared at her as she walked down the street and people who passed them looked over their shoulder. Charlene was a very attractive woman and right now she held a special allure, visible in her walk and her expression, because she was horny after the midnight set at the club. 

Since coming to LA and making her career in dancing, only one thing really surprised her -- how hot it still made her to be ogled onstage by dozens of horny men. When she got carried away with the music and the gyrations and the dancing and the steamy come-ons and, above all, exposing herself to a room of men, that's all that mattered.

They drove longer than she expected to this little hotel. She had thought he was just taking her to a cheap motel but this place was nice. She was giggling and feeling fine, even though she hadn't had that much to drink. In the car he had slipped his free hand under the trench coat and put it on her bare knee. She responded by pulling open the front of the trench coat. He ran his fingers up her thigh. She pulled up the front of her skimpy knit dress. He gave her cunny a little rub through the damp fabric of her panties, fingering her through the cotton panties. It felt so good to be felt up. She was getting getting wetter and wetter. 

In the hotel parking lot he slipped his hand under her panties. He patted her pussy and inserted his finger into her slit. She said "let's get a bed and fuck". She pulled down her dress and closed the trenchcoat to make herself presentable to walk through the hotel lobby. 

* * *

She got up on unsteady legs and wobbled to the bathroom. To her great relief she saw her little brown knit dress crumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed, on top of her rather battered high-heeled shoes. It was so little it looked like a sweater. At least she had something to cover her nakedness, even if it was obscenely skimpy and gaped in front. She looked in the mirror. Her dirty blonde hair was stringy from sweat and needed washing. She looked at the shampoo and thought about washing her hair with it but it would stay wet too long. There wasn't a dryer in the bathroom.

She relieved herself, then stepped in the shower. It was already wet, so her guy from the previous night must used it this morning. Soap was in the dish and she washed herself, taking great care to scrub between her legs. That part felt good and she wanted to masturbate but there was no time. She toweled off and stepped back into the room. This time she saw her panties lying in a corner, all twisted and stiff like they had been starched. Maybe he had come in them or used them to wipe himself. They weren't clean and they scratched at first when she put them on. She reached down and picked up the little brown knit dress and pulled it on over her head, then put on her heels. That was all she had in the way of clothes and it wasn't much. 

She sat back down on the bed. No purse, no money, no coat. She was hungry. What would she do? She couldn't pay for the bill and she couldn't eat breakfast. She wasn't sure she could even go out in public in the clingy, skimpy dress. Well, not much choice. 

The phone rang again and she decided not to pick it up. Instead, she glanced once more around the room to see if she had missed something in her morning fog. No, she had everything she could remember having. She stepped out into the corridor and walked unsteadily down the stairs to the hotel lobby. 

They were not pleased to see her at the front desk. With her tight brown dress showing every curve, nipples pointing, stringy blonde hair, high-heeled shoes all wrong for the time of day and no stockings, she was not the kind of guest they were hoping to attract. They ran a decent establishment, you could see them thinking. You don't belong here, they said with their eyes. 

"We've got something for you, miss." He fairly hissed the word miss. 

The phone rang and he turned to pick it up. "Don't go anywhere," he barked. The desk clerk stared at her as he spoke. She didn't like his attitude. She wasn't going to wait around. For what? For him to call her a whore? For him to give her the bill? For him to call the police and have her arrested because she couldn't pay the bill? Could he do that? She decided not to hang around to find out. 

Someone called out to the desk clerk and he turned around, cradling the phone on his shoulder. While his back was turned she ducked out the door.

Charlene on the Street Ch. 02



Charlene walked apprehensively down the sunny street away from the hotel where she had been abandoned, fully appreciating how serious was her situation. She had no money, no purse, no phone, and no way to cover up. Her brown knit dress covered little of her tits and less of her legs and if she bent over, anyone looking could see her white panties. Anyone looking up her skirt could see that the panties were dirty, even though her pussy was freshly showered. The brown knit dress itself was dirty, sweaty, and reeked of dried come and pussy juice. The dress seemed to have had a better party than she did, Charlene thought. In the coming hours she would have to walk at least five miles to get back to her apartment and she knew perfectly well that every wise-ass and would-be player between here and there was going to hit on her or worse. Then, once she walked all the way home, the tanned young woman still had to dance all night for the customers at the club. It was a good thing she was healthy, young, and fit and at least had had a chance to wash her body this morning. It was not so great that she was almost naked and dressed like a whore. 

She walked along, conscious of the attention she was getting from passersby and the scowls of some of the people in front of their houses or on the balconies of their apartments. The sun was warm already and Charlene knew it would be hot later on today. 

Some memories of the night before came back to her. 

* * *

Charlene closed her eyes and enjoyed a fluttery feeling in her cunt as the sexy stranger thrust into her from behind. She was lying on her side on the bed, arm stretched over her head, top leg crossed in front. Her new lover was lying behind her and holding her tightly by the tit as he pushed in between her legs. His angle pointed each thrust at her sweet spot. This was her fifth come tonight and she was slick with jism and anticipation of more. This new position was good for him and better for her. 

This new lover was not only a hot fuck, he was gallant as well. He had wrapped her in his own coat last night to keep her looking decent. 

***

She had left the club wearing her obscene little dress. The tan knit ribbed non-fashion statement was about two sizes too small for her, the hemline came halfway up her thigh, the oversize armholes showed the sides of her boobs and the top was so low they barely covered her areola. There was not much of her body that didn't show through the clingy fabric. Her nipples jutted out on top, her flat tummy stretched the fabric so much you could tell where her belly button was, and her mound swelled underneath. Her tanned legs were bare except for her high heels, which slowed her down. If she bent over, anyone could see that she wore nothing under her dress except white panties. Anyone could also see that this Arizona-born honey had a tan all over her body. 

Charlene hadn't worn the revealing brown knit dress to cause trouble. It just happened to be handy that night. Just a covering to go to work in. She hadn't expected to go out after work. To go home, she only had to walk across the back alley to her apartment building so she usually didn't wear much to the club. Neither did Deidre, her roommate and the new club manager. But the alley was narrow and the path was short and sometimes it was just easier to walk over in their skimpy work clothes. Once or twice, Charlene and Deidre had even walked across in their underwear. Why get all dressed when you're just going to take it off? Their costumes were waiting for them in their lockers. 

The skimpy little brown dress wasn't even clean. In a hurry, she had picked it up off the floor in the closet, where it had been thrown to take to the dry cleaners. 

***

This guy was funny, good-looking and had a big cock -- she knew because he had waved it at Charlene while she was dancing. Charlene decided to all him "the dude". He had been sitting in a corner during her striptease. While the Billy the bouncer was looking in the other direction, he had whipped it out and waved it at her. Later, he had paid for eight dances in the VIP room and while she was lap dancing she had let him paw her breasts and grope her ass, which was against the rules but made it all worthwhile. In the dressing room later, after she had finished her sets and done her lap dances in costume, she had pulled her skimpy dress back on -- it took her about five seconds - and was about to go across the alley back to their apartment. The same guy showed up backstage. Must have slipped Billy fifty bucks -- that was how guys usually got backstage. 

A little fast talking and he had a date. Charlene saw right his pick-up line but appreciated the effort he made. Charlene could see that he had been powerfully turned on by her routine. His erect dick had looked pretty damn good to her and now was outlined in his tight pants. Every month at this time Charlene would start feeling even more horny than usual. The dude had caught her at the right time and she was so sexually energized by her dance in front of two dozen sex-hungry men that she just had to get some relief. She made a snap decision to go with the dude. 

***

Charlene's new lover -- the dude - kissed her on the mouth, tongued her almost to her throat, and then gave her a playful push onto the hotel bed. She was still wearing the trench coat over her dress. She let herself fall back and let her legs fly up and apart. She was expecting to bounce a couple of times and drop back down but he caught her ankles and held her up, spreading her legs. She wondered what wonderful things the dude was going to do to her in that position. 

For a few seconds he just held her upside down, staring down at the wet spot in her panties. Then he lowered his head and took a deep breath, saying "God, I love the smell of hot pussy!"

"If you like the smell of it so much why don't you taste it?" she smiled. She hadn't had time to shower after her dance routine. She knew she was sweaty after her shift but she also knew that her pussy was wet with new juice and that always tasted good. 

"Don't mind if I do" he laughed and, releasing one ankle, reached into her trench coat and dress and between her legs like he was reaching into a grocery sack. She felt his fingers brush against the inside of her thighs, his fingers wiggle into the leg hole of her panties, and the back of his hand rub against her pussy lips. When he had a firm grip on the gusset of her panties he pulled and she could feel them slide over her hips and down, hanging up at her bent knee. By this time she was giggling so hard she could hardly breathe and her tits would have flopped out of her dress and down on her chin except for the trench coat holding them in. He took her loose ankle, closed her legs together and pulled the panties up to her strappy high heels. He gave them a twist to bind her feet together and put the free part in his mouth. "Yumm!" he said, chewing her panties and sucking the juice. 

She burst out laughing, so hard she would have wet herself if she hadn't gone before they left the club. Finally, when she was gasping for air and he had sucked all of her sweet woman taste out of the cloth, he pulled her panties over her feet and tossed them on the floor, and threw her feet over to the left, turning her on the bed. 

"Great appetizer!" the dude said. "Now for the main course. Get out of those clothes!" 

Charlene was more than happy to oblige. Jumping to her feet from the bed, Charlene unbuckled the trenchcoat and pulled it off. Her new lover had already hung up his jacket and was unbuttoning his shirt. By the time she pulled her dress over her head, he was stepping out of his pants. He stood in front of her and looked her over as he did at the club, only up close now. Her tanned skin was light copper-toned all over, not much lighter than the color of the dress. There were no bikini lines or white on her, just a few freckles. Her tits were perfect, round and hanging like ripe fruit with big nipples thrusting out of dark rose-colored areola. Her pussy lips were the same dark pink color, hanging down from sandy-blonde pubic hair, the same color as the hair on her head, shaved to a straight "landing strip". She was already hot from the frigging she'd got in the Corvette. Already she had stopped laughing and there was a look of fuck-hunger in her eyes. He liked that. 

The dude pushed her back on the bed again and kneeled between her legs. His stiff cock bobbed up and down. He dived into her muff, all dewy and rosy pink waiting for him. He gathered her little lips into his mouth and sucked them. She ran her fingers through his curly black hair as he licked her cunt lips and ran his tongue over her stiff little hot button. She shuddered as he made contact. He had a big surprise for her, his special move: he curled his tongue up and over her hypersensitive clit and snapped it down, sending a sudden charge shooting through her loins. He did it again. She was climbing to the top of the ladder and she was almost there. He did it again and again. She was on the brink now.

Suddenly his mouth closed over Charlene's cunt and he sucked deep and long, drawing her clit between his lips and gently scraping it with his teeth. Her clit felt like it was as hard as his cock. 

She lost it. Her pussy gushed and her hips bucked as she came hard and long and deep. It felt like he was sucking her inside out, like her clit was a cock, like she was coming through it. Slowly she came down, twitching from the intense stimulation that was still on her now hypersensitive clit, dreamy but wanting more. She got it. 

The dude stood up. There was a drop of precome on the slit of his cock and he wiped it on her cheek. For a minute of two, Charlene licked the tip and played with his cock but they both wanted him inside her too much to play around any more. With firm hands, he laid her back on the bed, spread her legs, and got between them. There was fresh juice all over her thighs. 

With a single long thrust he was in her all the way. Her vagina felt squishy and soft on the way in but the tip of his cock hit up against something firm that moved. His long cock was knocking up against her cervix, all the way up inside. Usually Charlene turned on mainly at the clit. But it felt great to be penetrated so deep. 

Thrusting hard, he didn't even try to hold back. It was like he'd been craving her for hours, first ogling her on stage, then exhibiting himself, then bribing his way backstage, talking her into coming with him, promenading down the street with her knowing what was underneath his coat, feeling her up in the car, frigging her as they drove and now finally having her all to himself. It was like three hours of foreplay and now he had her. He was ready, he was in her, the dude was ready to come. Let the orgasm begin. 

His buns tightened, his face screwed up into a mask and his sperm gushed from him in great spurting gobs, pouring into Charlene, filling her slick channel and squishing out the sides. Feeling his cum inside made her hotter still and when she felt the gush she came again. Panting, cords in her neck standing out, she curled her toes and had another in short order. His cock stayed hard and stayed inside, so that when she came again the muscles of her twat tightened around him and it felt better for her that he was still inside for her to squeeze down on. She rocked back and forth under him to get the last bit of pleasure out of the orgasm. By now both of them were sweating and wet. 

It was just the beginning. They fucked for hours, in all sorts of positions. The dude fucked her pussy in every position they could think of. Charlene used in her dancing act, on her side, or standing bending over or crawling on hands and knees. Between fucks, they rested on top of one another and he seemed to never tire of looking at her twat and palming her tits. When her pussy got drenched and so slick there was no friction, the dude mopped her up with her own panties and started over again. Finally, at five in the morning, exhausted, they fell asleep in the middle of a great big wet spot.



Charlene on the Street Ch. 03



Charlene walked down the street in her revealing brown knit dress, trying to get her bearings. Her breasts swayed under the loose material with her every movement. Her tanned legs were impossibly long under the short dress. All she wore under it were those dirty white crusty panties. How was she ever going to get back home without being attacked or arrested as a prostitute, practically exposing herself in the bright sunlight? 

The hotel where her lover took her before disappearing without paying the bill was a couple of blocks from the main avenue. Charlene knew generally where she was and what direction she should go in, but she wasn't sure about the side streets. At least from the hotel to the avenue there weren't many people around. That was good because she just knew that she'd attract attention as soon as she reached a main drag. 

In the club, she was protected by Billy and the other people who worked there. If she had had any idea when she went to work last night that she was going to be leaving the club for another part of town and would have to walk for miles, she would never have worn that dress. She would have covered up and even worn a bra.

This was so weird. She made good money as an exotic dancer -- mostly from the tips -- exhibiting her naked body to whoever cared to look. Now she was didn't even have a quarter to phone Deidre, her roommate and the new club manager. She was walking home from -- she guessed -- five miles away with no way to hide, dressed like a slut. If only she had cab fare! And she had to work tonight!

Charlene reached the avenue and turned right. Although she tried to stay in the shadows, she was soon drawing all kinds of attention she didn't want. This was a nice neighborhood and people weren't used to seeing someone dressed this way. Tight knit dress with a low neckline and a high hem. High heels that said "fuck me" and bare legs. Tits bobbing up and down as she walked. Nipples sticking out firm. 

At home, she sometimes went days without wearing decent clothes. She didn't have to because the apartment building where she and Deidre lived was right behind the club, with just an alley separating them. Most people in their apartment building were singles, into the city scene, and were cool about nudity. Lots of them went to adult clubs themselves and sometimes she saw her neighbors in the audience. Some of her neighbors were club dancers like herself. She had got careless, leaving for work wearing only that skimpy brown knit dress. 

She didn't mind showing off her body -- not at all, it made her horny - but she did not like being exposed like this out on the street. She felt very vulnerable. There were people out there who could really take advantage of her in her current situation. It had already dawned on her that sooner or later someone was going to start harassing her. There wasn't much she could do about it. It might get ugly. She could get hurt.

There were also police to worry about, since they could arrest her on any pretext for public lewdness, indecent exposure or as a prostitute. The way she was dressed it would be hard to convince anyone otherwise.

Fortunately, there were not that many people on the street yet. It was only about ten o'clock and the shops had only just opened. The unwanted attention was coming from passing cars on the busy avenue. Men leering and women scowling. The driver of a passing call yelled "whore" at her. Funny. This morning, in daylight, the traffic was hostile and judgmental to a young woman walking half-naked on a public street. Tonight, however, cars would be cruising this same street with men searching for hookers.

She wondered if she could find a couple of dimes and a nickel on the street to call Deidre or Billy. No luck. She wondered if she could hitchhike. Bad idea -- anyone who would pick her up in broad daylight, the way she looked, would mean trouble. Maybe she could find a taxi that would take her home on a promise to pay the fare when they got there. Not likely. Besides, taxis in Los Angeles were few and far between. 

She walked by a shop that was being rebuilt -- the construction crew stopped and stared. She walked across the street from a parking lot -- the attendant walked outside his booth to get a better look. A gardener trimming a hedge took a piece out of a rose bush. She could have liked the attention under different circumstances. 

What would Deidre do in a case like this, she thought. Her roommate was pretty smart, if a little haughty at times. They called her Deidre the Duchess. She had persuaded the owner of the club to let her manage the place on a temporary basis after the regular manager died. She did such a good job, even though she kept on dancing at night, that he made her the permanent dancer. Now she was scheming to buy the club and wanted Charlene to go in on it with her. That would sure be nice, a chance to call the shots and share the profits....

Charlene suddenly snapped out of her daydream. She noticed something that got frightened her. A couple of young men in black jackets were walking in the same direction, away from her, up ahead and across the street. Big guys, walking with a swagger. Hoodlum types. Mean-looking. The jackets looked like they might have gang tags. She had to avoid them. She walked close to the storefront and watched the tough guys down the next block. She would have to run the other way if they turned and saw her, she supposed, but her high heels would slow her down. She'd have to take them off, fast, if they came at her. At least she would have distance in her favor. 

She had another problem. She was really hungry now. Last night she hadn't had much to eat and this morning she had left the hotel with no breakfast. She also needed to get off the street for a few minutes to avoid the hoodlums while she tried to think up a plan. She'd go into a restaurant and deal with the tab later. The first restaurant she came to looked too nice and too popular. She'd stick out like a sore thumb among the clientele. The next one was just a small coffee shop. Its front window was not so big and there was hardly anybody inside. The guy at the cash register was arranging menus. The waiter wasn't around. 

Charlene went inside and took a seat facing the wall in a corner. She sat bent over, trying to be inconspicuous. The coffee shop was air conditioned and too cold. Her nips stood out even more under the stretchy fabric. The waiter came back from the kitchen into the coffee shop, holding a fistful of sugar packets, and noticed her. 

"Can I help ... (choke) you?" he said, stumbling in mid-sentence because he had never seen breasts like hers in the restaurant before -- he was standing over her, looking down the gaping front of her knit dress, right into her cleavage. 

"May I have a menu?" Charlene said, sweetly. The waiter mumbled something and walked backward, bumping into the next table. He brought her a menu, hardly taking his eyes off her. She ordered the ham and eggs and a coffee, figuring that it would be fast.

She thought about making a run for it as she ate breakfast. Speed was what it would take, she decided. She would wait until they were distracted, then bolt out and lose them running. It wasn't a great plan but it was all she could think of. They weren't likely to follow her too far for the measly price a ham and eggs. She'd eat, wait until their backs were turned, and run out, grabbing some tip money if she could. Just enough for a bus -- a taxi if she was lucky.

She actually did it. She went to the restroom and then hid there with the door slightly ajar until the coffee shop was empty. But as she ran out the door she ran right into the cashier coming back. He was the owner and he had just stepped out to get a newspaper. He grabbed her wrists and yelled at her "You slut! Coming in my coffee shop and trying to rip me off! Who do you think you are parading around half naked and stealing from decent folk like us! I should call the police!"

Somehow Charlene knew how it was gong to turn out when he said that he "should" call the police instead of that he "would". It made more sense to confront her and let her go than to call the police and disrupt business, just for the price of a plate of ham and eggs. Sure enough, he yelled at the waiter, who had just come back from the kitchen again, "Walter, you keep an eye on the place while this thief and I work out a restitution!" "OK, Mel" he said. "Take your time."

Mel, the owner, dragged her into a little office in the back. She made a big scene of trying to get away -- so much that her left tit popped out -- but she let him pull her into the tiny room and set her on a low chair. She pushed her breast back into the dress. He stood in front of the door and looked down at her, anger giving way to lust. 

"Well, young lady -- what do you have to say for yourself?"

Charlene gave him a long story -- which was almost true -- about how she was sorry but her boyfriend had thrown her out with only the clothes on her back and she had no money and could he please take pity, etc. In her mind, she was thinking: Five to one he wants a blow job. That's one thing these guys don't seem to ever get at home, that and anal.

Sure enough, he went into a "let's work this out" routine and finally said, "maybe I could forget this in exchange for a little favor." Charlene got the feeling that she was about to engage in restitution. 

Charlene looked at him wide-eyed and remorseful, which was hard to do the way she was dressed and considering that she had been caught red-handed. She said "Oh sir, I'll do anything you want!" That wasn't quite true. He wouldn't get to fuck her, not for ham and eggs. She looked up at him from the low desk chair, crocodile tears in her eyes. 

Figuring he had her where he wanted her, Mel said "Well it's really nothing and I'm sure you've done it before but ..." He was embarrassed. Charlene liked that in a pervert. He couldn't seem to just come out and ask for it. 

"Here, let me help you out. I think I know what you need", she said, soothingly. "Let me make it up to you the only way I can." She reached up and unzipped his fly. Mel looked shocked that she already knew what he wanted. He stood in front of her, speechless. Seeing no resistance, Charlene unbuckled his belt. She pulled his pants down to his knees. She said "I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused. Running a restaurant is hard work. Let me give you a little something to make your hard day go better." He nodded, speechless. By this time she had fished out his cock and was holding it in her hand. Her other hand reached in for his balls. 

Mel was an average-looking guy. He didn't turn her on in the least but there was nothing wrong with his equipment and he smelled clean. Charlene figured she owed him a thrill in exchange for breakfast. She looked at him and licked her lips. She liked playing with guys' nuts, liked the taste of jism and a blow job should be more than enough to settle the bill. This wasn't such a bad deal. 

He was getting excited now. He pushed down the stretchy neckline of her skimpy knit dress and pulled out her tanned, nicely full natural tits. They felt really good to him. He palmed her breasts, hefting them from above, squeezing them and ran his thumbs over her nipples while she gently masturbated him. Her rosy nips made little hard knots in the middle as they went erect. The fondling felt nice enough to Charlene. It would give her a little pleasure while she took care of business. Back home in Arizona when she was a teenager boys did this to her every time she went on a date. It aroused her. 

She tossed the hair out of her face and opened her mouth. She didn't waste any time taking it down her throat and letting her tongue work it. She licked the underside and the root and put the tip of her tongue in the little eye. She let him put his hands on the back of her head and fuck her face for a while, slowly. She held his balls tight while she sucked the shaft, gently at first then harder and harder. She kept this up for a long time, watching him get red in the face. Finally, when she saw he was about to come, she pulled down on the skin between his nuts to keep him from it, jammed it down her throat and started sucking it so deep he was paralyzed with want and blocked at the same time. 

He had never had a blow job feel so good! When she was ready to wrap it up, she let up on his testicles and did a funny little thing in the back of her throat that made his whole dick quiver. She made him come -- he couldn't have held off if he wanted to and he certainly didn't want to. He shot his wad into her mouth, big gobs of thick gooey come, more than he ever thought he had. She swallowed most of it but when he pulled out a big string of come dangled and broke, falling down her chin and dripping onto her right tit. 

She looked up at him with an evil grin and licked her lips, making no effort to clean her face or hide her breasts. Maybe when she got home she'd have Deidre lick it off. Sometimes when one of them was freshly fucked from a hot date the other one would lick her slit for the cream. It was a little game they played. 

"You sure satisfied this customer", she said. "Can I go now?"

"Yeah" Mel said weakly, still recovering. His legs felt like rubber and he didn't quite have his wits back. 

"Fine" said Charlene, "only there's one thing." He looked at her. 

"On the street a blow job costs twenty bucks. My bill came to five. I'll just take this and call it even." She helped herself to a wad of bills and some quarters on his desk, obviously a tip he'd scooped up when Walter wasn't looking. Mel didn't reply but he got out of her way. Charlene pulled her dress back up over her chest while she made a beeline for the door, flashing a customer who had just sat down at the counter. 

Now that they were even and she had traded money (and food) for sex, did that make her a restitute?



Charlene on the Street Ch. 04



Back on the street, Charlene walked fast for a couple of blocks, then ducked into a doorway to see how much money she'd taken. It was almost eleven o'clock now and there were more people in the street. She wondered if Mel would be in any shape to count change for the lunch crowd. She opened her fist and counted: four dollars and fifty-six cents. Not enough for a cab, but she could take the bus. Now, all she had to do was find the nearest bus stop and figure out which one to take and how far to go and where to get off... 

She walked as fast as she could in her high heels. She tried to act like it was perfectly natural to be walking on the street in a dirty, sweaty, tight knit brown dress that clung so close to her body that it showed her nipples, her crotch and even the indentation on her flat stomach where her belly button was. Her white panties would visible if she bent over or raised her arms. Her natural boobs wobbled and swayed under the clingy fabric. It was a lewd enough display to attract anybody's attention.

A couple blocks later, after hearing a couple of catcalls and wolf whistles and a yell of "hey baby" from a passing car, she saw a bus stop. It didn't seem smart to sit out on the bench, for the world to see, so she stood a few yards behind it, in the shadow of a billboard, in the mouth of an alley next to a tacky stucco office building. In LA the buses came by about every couple of hours, it seemed, so she might have a long wait. 

She thought about calling Deidre, her roommate and the club manager, for a ride but decided not to. This was just too embarrassing because Deidre was always "on about" her about taking risks with guys at the club. Deidre the Duchess never dated customers and she had a strict rule that no guys from the club ever come up to the apartment they shared. She wanted to keep her club life and her dating life strictly separate. She had her boyfriends and they fucked her, but they were never customers. Charlene, on the other hand, figured that if people wanted her body that badly, they would fuck her with all they had in them. If they paid good money to see her take off her clothes, and if it turned her on to exhibit herself and be used sexually, why not? Live the life to the fullest while she was still a knock-out. Beauty didn't last as long as your sex drive, so grab as much while you can and put out while guys were buying. Be sexual twenty-four hours a day, if you wanted it. 

Now she wasn't so sure. Here she was, with no money and half naked, because a guy she went to bed with left her stranded at a hotel. 

Standing there made her nervous. She was in the shade of the billboard, next to a big metal pole supporting it, but she was still visible from the street. People had to think she was a street walker, pretty desperate, trolling for a john way too early in the day and asking to get arrested. 

She heard a voice whispering to her. It scared her half to death. -- she hadn't seen them coming. The short, ugly gang-type tough guy she had seen down the street before going into the restaurant was now talking to her. He must have seen her after all and sneaked up on her. He had just turned the corner of the stucco building and said, softly, "Hey, baby. Where you going'? Would you like a little company?" She stood stock still. "You're dressed hot. Would you like to hang out with a coupla studs?" He scared her because although he was short he was big, like a wrestler, and he looked hungry -- for her. There was no Billy, the club bouncer, around to protect her and this guy might hurt her. 

She moved to put the steel pole supporting the billboard between her and thetough guy. Further back in the alley were some dumpsters and she figured if they were going to grab her they would drag her back there. 

"Hey, come on baby. I won't hurt you. I can make you feel real good. Wanna go somewhere and party?" he said, menacingly. 

She turned away from him and saw his friend coming at her slowly from the other side, up the alley behind her. This guy was thin and tall, a beanpole. He was coming toward her with a smirk on her face. "Hey honey -- where ya' going? My buddy and I saw you here and thought you might be looking to party." She was frightened at how they had snuck up on her, getting her between them. 

She was boxed in now between the two of them, the billboard pole, and the wall. This didn't look good for Charlene. So far they hadn't done anything physical but she didn't like the way they were circling in on her. She felt menaced. And very vulnerable. She wished now that she'd swallowed her pride and called Deidre, Duchess after all.

The two of them were both talking trash now. "Why don'cha come with us? We'll give you a ride?" "We'll give you the best ride of your life...." "We know a place where we can go...." "You look so fine, baby, I love the way you look...." "I can take you places, girl...." They were getting so close she could see the tall one's dick twitch in his pants. "Baby, you're made for lovin" and I'm a lover-man..." "You've got real class, baby, to strut your stuff at high noon -- I admire that, I really do...." 

The beanpole was getting close to her now. He was so close he could grab her. She was getting really scared now but she couldn't help but notice he had an erection in his jeans. With his build he probably had a really long dick. 

Charlene brought her left arm up over her chest, a kind of reflex to protect herself from their leering eyes. Her fingers brushed the top of her tit-- it felt crusty. "Oh shit" she thought to herself. "I have Mel's spunk on me and these guys will find that out when they start pawing me. When they smell it, it'll set them off. They'll be like animals." And oddly enough she felt a little flutter in her pelvis when she thought this, in spite of her fear. Giving it up was not the issue but being forced to do it was. She wouldn't mind being ravished by the right guys in the right circumstances, but this was too dangerous. There was no one around to keep them in line. She could get hurt. Her fear mounted. She was starting to breathe deeply and her chest was heaving. 

The two guys were watching her every move as they moved closer. They could see that she was nervous, that she was starting to sweat, that her eyes were darting around frantically, looking for a way out. But they could also see the swell of her pussy mound under the tight dress, the perfect tits hanging in the neckline of the clingy dress like fruit in a basket, her bare legs all tanned and smooth, and they saw her chest heave. They saw what they wanted to see -- a hot lady. Both of them grinned. "She wants it" they both thought. 

She knew she couldn't run for it in her high heels with any hope of getting away. They were already on both sides of her and her back was to the wall of the building. They hadn't stopped talking and their crude words were making her even more anxious. "C'mon honey. We're out on the street. Let's go somewhere more private. You deserve the best. Today's your lucky day... Let's have us some fun..."

The short, ugly one was first to touch her. He took her slender arm in his huge hand, high up, feeling her sweat and brushing the sides of her tit through the dress's big armholes. With his other hand he pulled down the front of her dress to look down at her naked tits. The skinny tall one touched her forearm on the other side with his fingers, strumming them up and down as if to tell her he'd be gentle. As the rough-looking one got so close she could smell his bad breath. She was afraid he would lunge and try to kiss her. 

One the skinny one had wrapped his fingers around her arm, the short one dropped her dress, looked around, and then pulled down his zipper. Facing her, and away from the street, he pulled out what she thought was a rather small penis and waved it at her. His friend had put his other hand on her other arm and was holding her loosely, just to remind her that she didn't have much of a chance of getting away. 

"See this? You want it, don't you. You want to suck on it, don't you." His penis looked dirty. The tall one said, "Let's go somewhere and have a little party. We'll make sure a babe like you is satisfied!" 

Suddenly a big blue and white MTD bus pulled up at the bus stop. They suddenly had a bus-full of witness staring at them. She broke away from the big guy's loosening grip and ran for it. She didn't care where the bus was going, she just wanted to be on it. 

"You can fuck me when you grow a real dick." She yelled over her shoulder as she reached the bus. 

The short guy turned to go after her and suddenly realized that his cock was hanging out n plain view. He turned back around and crammed his equipment back in his jeans. 

"Will you look at that ass?" replied the skinny guy, as Charlene climbed aboard the bus. 

"Oh shit," the short guy said. "I caught my dick in the zipper."

"Do you think we should have just hauled her off and fucked her in the alley?"

The short guy replied after a minute, once he had got his cock freed up.

"Nah. Someone on the bus would've seen it and we'd get busted. It's not worth getting a record, especially for rape. They send you to prison and the big guys make rapists their bitches."

The big guy nodded. Still, it was the closest the two of them had come to getting laid in months, he thought.



Charlene on the Street Ch. 05



Charlene was trembling when she got on the bus. If it hadn't come when it did she could have been in big trouble. Those guys were big and dumb and they could have hurt her. That's what she was afraid of. 

When she danced as a stripper she felt protected in the club. Billy and the bouncers made sure nothing would happen to her. But the people watching her were not there to see her strip. She had been in real danger. There had been more than a frisson of excitement about it all. She could have been attacked and they could have hurt her. At the same time it made her hot.

But what a rush! It had been like two wild animals pawing at her. If the bus had not come when it did, they would have drug her off behind some dumpster and forced her against her will. She started to have a fantasy involving coercion and submission. She could see herself being held down by the tall one while the short one grabbed her tits. She imagined the tall one pulling up her dress. She thought of the short one's hard cock slamming into her against her will. She would have screamed, of course, but still.... 

She tried to put it out of her mind and concentrated on paying the fare. 

The bus driver did a double-take when he saw Charlene -- he didn't usually get riders who were quite so provocatively dressed, at least on this route. Her little tight brown knit dress showed everything she had. When she stepped up into the bus, she flashed her white panties. He noticed they weren't clean. Her boobs jiggled in her cleavage in the low-cut dress as she climbed aboard the bus. Her nipples were sticking out when she stood up. She handed him a bill to change for the fare. He noticed it was wet. He hated that. He hoped it was just sweat from her palms. You never know where money's been. Still, she livened up his day. It wasn't often he saw tit and panties, both. 

She ignored the impolite stares she got from the old ladies up front, several of whom had seen the altercation with the punks, and sat halfway down the aisle in an empty seat on the far side. She looked out the window and saw that the bus seemed to be going in the right direction. The only question was, how far did it go? One of the old ladies that looked so disapproving sat across from her. She couldn't ask the old biddy. 

A young man was sitting behind her, nose buried in a book. There were math formulas and diagrams in it. It was wrapped in a cover, like she'd done herself in high school. The cover was for City College. She twisted around to talk to him, and the slinky dress twisted with her, binding her tits and lifting them up in a lewd display. 

"Excuse me" she said. She was still coming down from the adrenaline rush of her altercation with the punks. Scary as it was, the excite had aroused her but now she was thinking more about how to get home, in her exposed and vulnerable situation. 

The young man looked up and their eyes met. She gasped -- he was gorgeous. He looked about twenty, a couple of years younger than she was. He had wavy black hair, a boyishly handsome face, and deep, puppy brown eyes. Charlene's arousal started to take over. She tried to calm herself. She gushed a little into her already damp panties. 

"Yes ma'am?" She had paused too long and he was puzzled. Was she coming on to him? As he looked at her, he first grew suspicious and then very lucky. Why was this puta talking to him? She looked like the kind of woman his granma kept warning him about. He certainly hoped so. This puta would give him months of masturbation fantasies. 

"Uh, I wonder if I could ask you, uh, does this bus stop as Western Avenue?" She knew that once she got there she'd be OK. There was a bus that went in front of the club and it was only five or six bus stops from the intersection. 

"Yes ma'am. That's where I'm going."

"Oh." She wanted to continue the conversation. "You live around there? I live around there too. Well, not that close but still near Western, kind of down further.... What's your name?" 

The kid knew that there was nothing special about the neighborhood -- it was kind of run down. He wondered why this beautiful anglo girl who was dressed like a puta was talking to him. But he wasn't going to argue. 

"Enrique", he said. "It means Henry."

She knew that -- she took Spanish in high school. Everyone in Arizona took Spanish in high school. "That's a beautiful name. Mine's Charlene." Just then the name Enrique seemed magical. 

He nodded. "Pleased to meet you." He really didn't know what more to say. 

"Do you go to City College?" Charlene was struggling to stay on safe ground, not to spook or intimidate him. 

"Yes. I'm trying to get really good grades so I can transfer to UCLA." He tried to keep his eyes on hers but he couldn't help glancing down at her breasts, all twisted around and about to pop out of her dress. 

"Oh, I see. Are you studying on the bus?" She knew this conversation was really dumb but she felt like she had to keep him talking. After all, a woman like her would be intimidating to a kid like him. She had to keep it going or he was going to walk out of her life. 

"Yes. I am studying for a physics exam." Suddenly it dawned on him that maybe she was interested in more than conversation. 

"You are very beautiful. I think you have the most wonderful eyes." Enrique said, softly, showing good instincts. It was not as if he had learned pickup lines, growing up surrounded by his Mexican cousins and the daughters of family friends, Catholic school kids, and people from church.

She felt another gush in her panties. Who was seducing who, she thought.

In his nineteen years, he had never gone out with a girl except to parties chaperoned by his parent or dances at school. He had come home by 11 o'clock. He was a good boy and he made all A's and B's. In fact, he didn't really have to study to ace this physics exam. So, he let her have a little more information. 

"My parents and my sister and I went to mass with my grandmother this morning to remember my grandfather. He died a year ago. I'm going home early to study. They'll stay with my grandmother most of the day."

Charlene gulped. He was telling her that he had time alone. 

"Oh, that's nice" she said, trying to figure out her next move. "I never took physics. I'd like to. Is it hard?"

It was a clumsy opening but he saw it. She was telling him she wanted to come home with him. This was a lot better than what he had actually planned to do. He was really going home to pull a dirty magazine -- the only one he had - out from underneath his mattress and masturbate to the pictures while his family was out. He almost never had time alone at home and he was all pent up and needed release. Maybe that's why he responded to her overtures, despite his cautious nature. 

"Well...if you'd like to do some simple problems in physics I could show you. We can go to my room." It was lame but it was better than nothing. "But you'd have to go before my family comes back. They would never understand." 

"Sure." She said. She'd bet they would understand, all too well. "Yeah, I'd like to do that." She was truly touched that this young boy would risk having her in his room. She glanced down and noticed that he had a raging hard on, which he was trying to conceal with the book. 

They got off together at Western, to the horror of all the biddies and the shocked dismay of the driver. Twelve years driving a bus and this was the most spectacular pickup he'd ever seen. 

Enrique glanced right and left when they came to the doorway, sandwiched between a taco stand and a shoe repair shop that advertised that they also made keys. Charlene guessed that his family operated owned the shoe place. He made an elaborate display of opening the door for her so that she walked in front of him and he could see the lewd display of her hips and ass in the tight knit dress. He followed her up a couple of flights of stairs to a narrow hallway, still holding the book in front of his erect cock, and opened a door marked number 12. 

He pulled out a key and opened the door. There was tidy little living room, furnished with inexpensive but new furniture. A religious statue was on the TV set and there was a crucifix on the wall. In the tiny kitchen she saw a calendar from Mexico hanging on the wall. Everything was spotless. It was warm in the apartment. 

"Let's just go right into my room, where we can be comfortable." His pronunciation of the word "comfortable" displayed a slight hint of an accent she hadn't noticed before. She figured he was getting nervous and didn't want her to linger in the living room. She thought that was sweet. She had noticed long ago that his penis was erect. 

She stepped into a tiny bedroom, obviously his pride and joy and inner sanctum. It must have been the one place he could be himself, away from the family and the outside world. There were books on the shelf, a UCLA pennant on the wall and a bed that was so neatly made Charlene thought that the mother probably made it. There were curtains on the large window. There wasn't much room so they stood right next to each other. She could smell his fresh, clean scent and a hint of after shave. He could smell something musky, erotic, sexual now that he was up close. 

He didn't know how to begin so she broke the ice. "It's hot in here. Do you think we can open the window?" 

"Sure, Carlene" he said, getting her name close but not quite right. He scrambled on top of the bed on his knees, leaned over, and opened the window. There was no screen and it opened directly into the fire escape. She looked at his young, tight ass and wanted it. 

That fire escape might come in handy, she thought to herself. 

"Well, Enrique, shall we get down to physics?" He looked puzzled, like he hadn't expected her to remember their flimsy little excuse. She continued "The angle of the dangle is proportional to the heat of the meat?"

He laughed -- he'd heard it before. "You are something else, Carlene. You're the sexiest girl I've ever seen." 

She laughed -- it was rare in her line of work for someone to give her a line like that and mean it. She was beginning to feel genuine affection for this guy. Shyly, he put his hand on her ass. 

She was going to say something about it getting warmer and let's get comfortable but she decided to dispense with the indirect approach. She kissed him gently, putting her arms around him. He raised his arms slowly, then hugged her tight. To her surprise, she felt a little giddy from his kiss. He felt a little giddy, too, when he inhaled deeply of her scent, which now combined the fresh perspiration of a hot day and a long walk, the pheromones of her arousal, and the ripeness of the brown knit dress. 

"Let's take our clothes off, Enrique." He took off his shoes -- but she just stood there looking at him. He thought they were going to undress together but she had changed her mind. She was turned on by the idea of turning this into seduction. She figured that if Enrique wasn't a virgin, he was close to it. 

She started by unbuttoning his shirt, unbelting his pants and letting him slip them off. He folded them neatly and put them on the side table. He took off his socks and shorts. Looking into his eyes, she reached down and felt between his legs -- nice cock, fully erect, big balls hanging low. His cock twitched in her fingers. He had the equipment, all right. "Now, undress me" she said, husky-voiced. 

He didn't have much to do to undress her but he was nervous. He pushed the straps of her little brown knit dress off her shoulders, then figured out maybe he'd have to pull the dress over her head instead. So he knelt down in front of her and put his hands on the back of her legs, slowly moving them up toward her ass and raising the dress. He felt her firm thighs and ass. His nose picked up a scent he couldn't quite place. It was old sweat combined with dry cum and womanly secretions. 

First he caught a whiff through the dress. Then when he had the dress over her hips, he smelled it on her panties and he knew it was coming from her crotch. It was good, deep, fresh woman-scent, the first he'd ever known. It was almost intoxicating and it made him even more excited.

He stood and pulled the dress over her head. She demurely covered her breasts with her arms at first, then let her arms drop, knowing the show of modesty would turn him on. He stared at her chest. He had never seen anything so sexually perfect in his life as those twin globes, so round, tanned, the big nipples sticking straight out of rosy pink areola. 

He heard her voice say "Go ahead. Kiss them. Play with them."

Trembling, he bent over and kissed between her breasts and licked the salty skin, to see what she tasted like. Charlene ran her fingers through his shiny black hair and felt his strong, muscular shoulders and back. He ran his tongue over and under her tits, suckled on her now-hard nips, first the right, then the left, then back again, like he could do it all day. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling. To him this wasn't mere foreplay -- it was a dream come true. To her it was unaccustomed romance.  

"Do you have a towel?" she said. He got one and she laid it on the bed. She didn't want him to have to explain a big wet spot to his mother. As she was laying it down, Enrique came up behind her and hesitantly put his hands on her breasts. She put her hands over his and showed him how to knead her pretty, generous tits and pull gently on the nipples. After a few minutes of this, she leaned over and kissed him. "Let's get on the bed." She still had her panties on. They were wet now with her fresh juices. She was getting carried away by this little adventure. 

He sat on the bed, hoping she'd guide him through the next steps. She picked up on his hesitation. 

"Sit down for a minute." She knelt down in front of him. "You're about to have sex" - his dick bobbed up at that -- but the very first time men always come real soon. So I'm going to do something you'll really like and then you'll last longer and we can have real sex." She took his penis in her mouth and sucked gently. It was rock-hard and almost throbbing. She licked the tip and noticed a little gush of salty precome. She held it with her fingers and blew on the wet organ -- he stiffened at the sensation. Her hands fondled his sac and balls while she went down on him again. When she felt his balls rising up in his sac she took him all the way down her throat and gave him powerful head with her throat muscles and he came in a woman's mouth for the first time in his life. Gobs of semen spurted out of his dick and into her throat -- his come seemed to last forever. It tasted clean, salty and delicious. She kept up with swallowing most of it but kept a little in her mouth to enjoy. She looked up at him and saw his face all contorted -- he was in ecstasy. She held him in her mouth for a while longer, until he calmed down, just because she wanted to. She knew no lady would ever give him head as good as that again -- she was that good -- but she figured he deserved the best. 

Then she slipped off her gooey panties and got onto the bed with him. 

"Enrique" she said, "I know you haven't had much experience. So let me show you some things. This is a very special kind of kiss you give your lover" and she kissed him passionately and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. He opened his eyes, surprised, but he quickly got the hang of oral play. She thought he was a really good kisser, naturally gifted. He made her feel like it was her first time, not his. In fact, the last time she could remember this feeling of something entirely new in sex was when Deidre went down on her the first time. 

"And this" she said, looking down, "is a woman's pussy. Have you ever seen one before?" Not up close, he said. She showed him what the parts were and told him what they did. She wanted him to touch it, smell it, taste it. How to fondle the dangling labia and rub the mound softly. To know what the clit did and where the juice came from and which way of penetration with fingers feels best. He was a very good pupil. Within a few minutes he had gotten the hang of frigging her the way she liked it (palm resting on the clit), fingering her (she liked the fingers curled to push on her sweet spot), and the basics of licking her (upstroke). She figured they didn't have enough time for the advanced course so she just told him to spend lots of time learning to pleasure a woman with his tongue. She felt like an angel sent to bring him into manhood. 

He had never known that women tasted so good or that the parts were so complicated. It was a revelation. A whole new world to explore. 

Charlene was so wet she was dripping -- she was dabbing her crotch with her panties. Teaching this young man to fuck was the most fun she'd had in a long time. And it was making her so hot. She had to hold off on her own release but teaching him the things he was doing made her hot and brought her own pleasure to the edge. 

He got hard again, of course, and this time she led him through a real fuck. With the towel under them there would be no tell-tale clues on the bedspread. She had him start from the beginning to kiss her using his tongue, to caress her face and shoulders, to feel her up, to kiss and fondle her perfect tanned breasts, to touch her gently between the legs, to put her in the missionary position, to mount her. She guided his stiff cock to her vagina, which was gaping open and wet because of all the cunt play. He slipped in easily, all the way, and the look of surprise in his eyes at how it felt was worth a million bucks to her. He was a bit uncoordinated at first. She held him tight, squeezed him with her pussy muscles and thrust up to help him get a rhythm going. 

Usually, it would take her a while to come but she was so hot from her arousal and all the touching - and from the romantic feelings she was getting with this young man -- that she was ready to pop. Juice was flowing out of her. After a seeming eternity, on a big thrust she suddenly lost it. She tightened up, shut her eyes hard, curled her toes and let herself go with an epic orgasm. It was one of the most satisfying comes of her life, and there had been plenty to choose from. It was eroticism at its peak -- sexual release with the stirrings of passion. She throbbed and she shook and she melted into a puddle of sex. 

Enrique marveled at what he saw -- it was like she was possessed. Her vagina was throbbing around his dick and she was flushing all over her chest and face. Her eyes were tightly closed but her eyelids were fluttering. She broke out all over in a light sheen of sweat. He never thought he had seen a woman so alive before. And he had made it happen! He had done this to her! A slinky puta -- not that he didn't like her, but she was a puta, no mistake - not only wanted him but got off on him! The thought brought him over the edge. Before her orgasm was over his began. He rode it like a roller coaster, doubly thrilled at the experience and the pleasure, proud that he had actually fucked a woman, on top of the world that he had brought her to climax and grateful that she had let him come inside her. 

It took them both a long time to recover. His semen and her cunt juice were smeared on their crotches and on the towel and she was still dripping from her hole. She reached over and slowly mopped herself up with her panties, still feeling kind of dopey from sex and out of it. 

They heard a noise. It sounded like a key in a lock. 

"Oh no!" Enrique said with a groan. "They came home early!"

Charlene snapped out of it and grabbed her little brown dress. "Don't worry about me. I'll go out this way" she pointed to the window as she whispered. She pulled her knit dress, on as fast as she could inadvertently stretching the fabric, and pulled on her high-heeled shoes. He hugged her. 




Charlene on the Street Ch. 05



"I don't want you to go" Enrique whispered. "Will I ever see you again?" 

Her heart melted: she was really getting soft on this guy. "No, you won't. But I'll never forget you. Remember what I taught you. It won't always be this good, but when you find someone you love you treat her right and it can be." She kissed him. 

She grabbed the money she brought with one hand and her panties in another. She handed Enrique the panties. "I want you to keep these. Wrap them in the towel and hide them. If we can't be together, at least you can remember how we smelled together."

He hugged her again. 

"Enrique, are you home?" She heard a woman's voice say. Enrique looked at the door. 

"Yes mama. I went to bed and took a little nap. Let me get dressed" she heard him say in Spanish as she went out the window. "Yes I'm OK. No, I'm not sick." When he turned around, she was gone.



Charlene on the Street Ch. 06



Clambering out on the fire escape, Charlene felt like a kid on a jungle gym. She was trying to keep quiet, at least until she got a floor below Enrique's bedroom. But the old fire escape clattered when she put her foot on each step. She tried to hold herself up on the bars so she could step more quietly. It wasn't working but the strain of holding herself up was pushing all the goo in her vagina out and down and some was leaking between her bare legs. 

She clambered down to the lowest landing and saw she had a problem: The ladder stopped ten feet from the ground. She could make it fall the rest of the way by pulling a release lever, but that would make noise and draw attention to her and everyone would see that her half-naked in her skimpy brown knit dress. The top has stretched out even more when the punk had grabbed it this morning and she was all but exposing herself up top. So, she decided to be an acrobat. 

She let the coins in her hand drop and put two dollar bills in her mouth. Then she climbed down the ladder with both hands, letting her feet and legs drop free as she held on to the last rung with her hands. That got her close enough to the ground to let go. It also got her a problem. With her arms over her head and her body hanging down, the little knit dress rode up on her hips. She was flashing her butt in the alley toward the street. Even worse, if anyone was in front of her they would be able to see her dripping pussy. She already regretted being so generous with Enrique and wished she had her panties back. She just hoped nobody was watching as she let go and landed on her feet, knees bent, feet wide apart.

She landed in a half-squat, dress up around her hips. During that split second she felt a great gob of goo slide out of her, knocked loose by the fall. It messed the inside of her thighs and splattered on her feet. Oh no, she groaned inwardly. She really didn't need the distraction of having her thighs creamed where everyone on the street could see. Without her panties there was nothing to catch it. She quickly stood up, pulled her dress down, pushed the stretchy fabric between her legs to wipe up at least some of it and then started walking as if nothing had happened. The puddle of goo on the asphalt dried in the sun behind her. 

Charlene glanced quickly in both directions. She wanted to know if anyone had seen her lewd display and whether there was anyone in front of her who might give her trouble. So far, so good, she thought. The alley looked empty. She figured that she would keep to alleys and back streets for a while and avoid the main street. She had driven in the area and knew her way around in a general way. 

She started turned to walk down the residential street on the south side of the alley. The small houses were modest and many had cars parked on the front lawn. The neighborhood here was respectable enough but it got bad the next neighborhood over, where hookers could be seen on the street, even during the day. That meant that once she got a few blocks further she would be less conspicuous on the street than in this neighborhood. All she had to do was sneak through the neighborhood as quietly as possible. 

"Hey, lady!" A loud masculine voice rang out from behind a screen door on the house opposite the alley. "What're you doing in this neighborhood?" The man clearly thought she was a hooker from further downtown. "I saw you show your cunt on that fire escape. What do you think you're doing?" The man was talking a lot louder than she wanted but he wasn't yelling. 

"Yeah, I know this is a respectable neighborhood. Sorry. I kind of got trapped on ... an outcall (she improvised) and needed to get out in a hurry. I'll be moving on now." 

"Not so fast," the man said, "maybe you've come around at a good time. Come on up to the porch." 

Charlene did not want trouble with the neighbors and figured that she should get out of sight quickly, before she drew more attention to herself. She came up the short walk and stood on the porch in front of the screen. The man was not as tall as she was, older, well-dressed, actually well spoken now that he had lowered his voice. He didn't seem angry. 

"Don't hookers use condoms anymore?" The man said, referring to the semen running down her leg. "You know it's been a long time since I've seen a girl show herself off like that. I wish I had a picture. Boy, I wish'd I'd of been closer." 

Charlene wondered where this was going. She also realized that she had an urgent problem. She really had to pee. If she ducked into an alley and took the time to pee, she might be seen and would draw even more attention to herself. She might even be busted for public urination. But she really had to go! 

"You could be in porn movies," he volunteered. 

She decided to take a risk. "Mister, if you let me use your bathroom and give me ten dollars for taxi fare I'll let you look up my dress." 

"You would?" he exclaimed with delight. "Why, I'd love that. Come on in!" He opened the screen door. 

She quickly stepped inside, relieved to be out of sight, and then hesitantly looked around. The house was spare, but neat and clean. There were family pictures on top of the old-model television but no evidence of other people living there. A frame on the wall held a a military decoration and a photograph of the man in uniform when he was much younger. 

"The bathroom is in the back. Would you like something to eat?" She nodded and suddenly realized that she was hungry. She walked through a hallway to the back of the small house, passing a tiny bedroom. The bed was perfectly made but there was a crumpled pillow on top and a scattering of men's magazines on it. One was left open to a picture of a young woman with enormous breasts. 

She relieved herself and then used his washcloth to wipe off the streaks of goo that had dried on her inner thighs. She didn't think he would mind. The medicine cabinet was open and she noticed a bottle of Viagra. She picked it up -- it was three years old and still full. When she was finished, she walked back into the living room, where the man handed her a banana. "Sorry, that's all I have that's fit to share. I didn't go shopping this week." She thanked him. 

"Where would you like to sit while I show off for you?" she asked him, wanting to get going. 

"I'll just sit in my usual chair," he said, nodding in the direction of a recliner lounge chair. "Do you mind if I get comfortable?" He then surprised her by unfastening his belt, dropping his pants, and exposing himself. He sat down and held his cock in his left hand, expectantly. His body was fit but showing signs of age and his erect penis was firm but not rock hard. 

Charlene pulled over an ottoman that had sat in front of another armchair and positioned it in front of him. She knelt on it, letting the stretched knit fabric of the brown dress fall away, revealing her perfect, tanned breasts. The man leaned forward and started to stroke himself. She sat back and pulled up the dress, showing him her pussy and the short line of pubic hair just above. He could see her prominent cunt lips, dusky rose in color and still engorged after her coupling just a few minutes before with Enrique. He leaned in, still stroking. He took a deep breath in. 

"That smell," he said, closing his eyes. "The smell of sweat and sex." Charlene knew perfectly well that not only was her filthy dress pretty ripe but she herself was no longer fresh as a daisy, after walking in the sun and having sex. 

"During the war, we were stationed in Europe," he began, dreamily. Charlene suddenly realized that he had to be much older than she had thought. "When we weren't fighting, we hung around the village. When we had money, we would go to the local whores but most of them wanted us to finish up as fast as we could. But there was one girl who would take us in the back room of an old stone house on the edge of town. She would let us do anything we wanted as long as we didn't hurt her. She didn't mind doing it twice or if we came inside her. She smelled like this." As the memories came back he stroked a little faster. 

Charlene pulled her dress off over her head. The ripe smell of come and old sweat came off with the dress and what was left was the healthy, fresh sweat of her body, the now-faint odor of sex on her body, and the light odor of clean pussy, now that she had washed herself. 

She sat facing him with her legs spread and slightly bent over, so her breasts hung free and even swayed a little as she moved. The gaping dress showed everything to the old veteran's hungry eyes. She took the banana and, looking him in the eyes, slowly and suggestively peeled it back. Slowly, deliberately, she bit a line around the top and with her tongue pushed a little hole into the tip. Then she wrapped her mouth around the banana and moved her head up and down, as if giving head. She played like this for a long time, eventually moving her right hand down to her crotch and playing with herself as she sucked the banana. 

She thought about that village whore and the comfort she gave to a lonely and frightened soldier far from home. She imagined what it would have been like, if she had been that whore, to let herself go, knowing that in war anything could happen and there might be no tomorrow. Her lover of today might not be alive tomorrow. Her neighbors today might turn on her tomorrow when the village changed hands. All that mattered in the moment, it seemed, would be pleasure and connection between two bodies. 

The old man sat transfixed, stroking himself, as she rubbed her pussy, then put a finger then two into her slit, drawing out the wetness, and then slowly moved her fingers in a circular motion over her now-visible clit. Both of them were breathing heavily now, watching each other masturbate. 

Finished with her demonstration of fellatio skills, she consumed the banana, throwing the peel to the side with a flourish, and began vigorously rubbing herself while her tits swayed from side to side. She found herself incredibly aroused by her fantasy and the audacity of masturbating in front of a stranger. She felt really wet now and close to coming. He leaned forward again and took a deep breath, catching as much of her bodily fragrance as he could. 

She surprised herself by coming first, a deep, rich orgasm that lasted a long time and made her drip onto the ottoman. Her eyes rolled and her breasts jiggled while she shook. The old man watched her intently, noticing how her pussy lips flushed and her toes curled. Then, as she was coming down, he came, in a long spurt that cleared the recliner chair and landed on her thigh and then on the carpet between them, followed by several dribbles that landed in his lap and on his hand. For a moment, she thought he had gone to sleep, he was so still but then he opened his eyes and said, "Thank you so much. That was wonderful." 

"Well, I have to go," she said, reaching for her skimpy knit dress. 

"Here is the ten dollars, as we agreed," he offered. "Just one thing before you get dressed and go. Could I possibly touch you? I know that wasn't part of the agreement." 

"It would be my pleasure to be touched by youy," she said and she straddled his legs as he sat in the recliner. 

He reached up and fondled her breasts gently, softly kneading them and pulling on the nipples. She liked his touch. She thought that as a young man he must have known all the moves. 

"Oh my," he said with a frown. "I didn't notice that I had come on my right hand. My semen is smeared all over your tit."

"Don't worry about it," she laughed, "I've been spunked a lot worse." She shimmied into the brown knit dress. 

"Good luck on your way home. Don't get arrested!" he said brightly. "And thank you. I haven't had much opportunity to have this much sexual pleasure or anything like it since my wife died. This is the most exciting day I've had in years."

"It was an honor, sir," she said, almost reluctant to leave now. "Good by, and watch out for strange women on your doorstep." Then, on impulse, she leaned over and kissed him on the top of the head. 

She took the ten dollars and the two she had before in her hand and walked out the door. Her eyes darted both ways while she walked briskly to the sidewalk and in the direction of the main street, as fast as she could go without running. Over a fence she heard the children's voices and she knew that there would be big trouble if parents caught her in their neighborhood, a walking display of lewdness with her body half exposed. She knew she was getting looks from behind the windows but if she kept going she didn't think anyone would stop her. 

As she walked, she thought of the old man. She thought of her own grandfather back in Arizona and wondered if anyone had thought to give him satisfaction at the end of his life. She choked back a sob while she tried to put the thought out of her mind.



Charlene on the Street Ch. 07



Charlene walked as fast as she could to get out of the neighborhood. She felt the eyes of every resident who was at home staring at her lush body clothed only in that skimpy brown knit dress, stained and filthy, in high heels. She had no place walking down the street in a decent neighborhood and she knew it. 

She now had twelve dollars in her hand. In Los Angeles, taxis are few and far between and very expensive. She figured that if she got to the main street, she could call a taxi from a convenience store, maybe, and hide until it came. She had several hours to get back to the club before her shift started but she was tired of feeling exposed and vulnerable. As the pleasant memories of sex with Enrique and putting on a show for the old veteran faded, she felt upset all over again at having been abandoned at the hotel. She was afraid that she would be attacked again, like she had been by those punks this morning, and that this time things would not end so well. Finally she reached the cross street and walked one block up to the avenue. 

She didn't believe what she saw! There, in front of an old hotel, was a limousine. It was not a stretch limo or a van but it was definitely a limo and the driver was definitely holding the door open for the passenger. A tough-looking, tall man in dark glasses, wearing a full-length coat despite the LA heat, got out and said something to the driver. He looked like he was dismissing the driver, or telling him to come back later. She was too far away to hear the words but it sounded like they were speaking Russian. The driver nodded and closed the door as the man walked into the hotel. 

Before the driver could walk around the car and get back in, Charlene had closed the gap and accosted him. She gave him a great big smile. He scowled at her. 

"Hi there. I wondered if you could do me a favor. You see, I have to get somewhere and I don't have a car but I don't have time to wait for a taxi." She took a deep breath. "Could you drive me about two miles? I can pay you," she held out the twelve dollars. Close up, she could see that he was heavy-set, powerful-looking. His eyes were icy blue and his lip curled on the left. He wore a leather jacket cut like a sport coat. He was ugly. 

"You want me drive you downtown?" He said with a heavy Slavic accent. "You whore." He said this matter of factly, as if whores didn't need transportation. 

She had him figured out. These Russian "mafiya" types used to come into the club a lot but they caused a lot of trouble. They were always trying to bring drugs in or grab the dancer's crotch. Deidre had finally had to get the bouncers to stand over them whenever they came. She called them "droogs", a play on the Russian word for friend and also on the way the pronounced "drugs", of which they were very fond. Deidre had already told her that Russian gangsters were moving into Los Angeles big time. 

Charlene was put off by his bluntness but she needed this droog to help her out. "Actually, no I'm not, although I know I don't look too decent right now. It's a long story. Just drive me to Lesters's Bam-Bam Girlie Club (that was its name, dumb as it sounds) and I'll pay you."

"Is not enough," the intimidating driver said. "Taxi in this town get $22 for that trip. Limo more. Limo service will check mileage on odometer and want fare, $35. I pay limo company $35, you pay me $12, I lose $23. You back from bad date? John don' pay?" 

"Like I said, I'm really not a hooker even though I know it looks like it. I've got lots of money but it's at home. Drive me there now and I'll give you $50." She was getting desperate. 

"Hey, moment ago you say drive you to Lester's. Now you say you go home. Sound fishy. You get in, rob me, stiff me when you get out?" 

"No, no," Charlene reassured him. I live right next to the club and besides, the club will give me the money to pay you. I just need to get there." 

"You give money now. Hurry up. Boss want car back in two hour."

"Look at me!" She was trying hard not to scream. She threw her arms out and then pulled the loose top of her knit dress down, showing her tits down to the nipples. "Where do you think I'm keeping more money? All I have is in my hand, but I've got more at home."

The droog stared at her suspiciously. "I go now. No money up front, no drive." 

"OK, OK, OK," she said. "Can we make a deal? Can I do anything for you to make it worth your while?" She knew perfectly well that he would ask for a sex act. She was perfectly willing to give it to him if it got her off the street and back to the safety of the club and her apartment. 

He thought for a moment. "OK, I take chance. You get in."

With mixed relief and fear, she got into the front seat on the passenger side, because she knew he would get mad if she got in the back. The funny thing was that she had plenty of cash at home. She made good money stripping at the club. She could rent this limo for the day without a strain. But at the moment all she had in her hand was a lousy twelve dollars. She obviously had to make this guy very happy to get where she wanted to go.

The driver drove three blocks, abruptly turned into an alley, and touched a little plastic box mounted on on the visor of the limo. The remote signaled a gate opener. By the time he pulled up to a chain link fence, the gate had opened all the way and he drove into a little yard paved with broken asphalt, with just enough room to park. The fence was high and there were metal slats inserted into the web, so it was hard to look inside from the alley. Obviously these were people who valued their privacy, probably for reasons she did not want to know. T

he droog touched the remote again and the gate started closing. There was just enough space to park the limo on the left side with enough clearance on the right for a little shed with its door open, showing rags, soap and wax they obviously used to wash the car. The shed was next to the alley and between it and the building was an open space cluttered with some trash and a couple of tires. There was a removable bench car seat on the ground, probably taken out of the car when it was converted to a limo. It was battered and a spring was poking out and she guessed they simply hadn't bothered to take it to the dump. There was no shade behind the building. Since it was not long past noon and the sun was still overhead, everything was uncomfortably hot. 

Charlene suddenly felt trapped when she heard the gate close securely behind them. Charlene knew she might be in a tough spot. Her heart was pounding, causing her left tit to jiggle just a little with each heartbeat. 

"OK," he said. "Limo company." Obviously they only had one car. "Now what you give me?" 

Swallowing hard, Charlene said "I'll give you a blow job right here." He stared at her for a minute and broke out laughing. His laugh was mean, cruel. 

"You joke. I tell you it cost me $35, you pay $12, I'm out $23 and blow job cost $20 out on street. You think I'm stupid?" He suddenly stopped laughing. "We fuck. Take dress off." 

Charlene knew she was trapped. She slowly started to pull her dress over her head.

"Hey," the droog said. "You stink. Old cum and pussy juice. Sweat. Dirty smell." Charlene knew that she was no fresh flower after walking in the sun and all the sex she'd had already, but the odor was actually coming from the much-used, filthy dress and all the fluids it had mopped up. "I like. Get out of car. You get on car seat." He motioned toward the old bench seat lying on the ground. 

She put the $12 on the seat and got out of the passenger's side, stark naked in the sunlight. She started to get in the back of the limo but he yelled at her "No you stupid cunt. Get out. Back for boss. Don' stink it up. Come here" She was getting madder and madder at the way he was treating her but her options were very limited at the moment. 

Behind the shed, in the sun but out of sight of the alley even if someone tried to peak through the slats in the fence, she squatted down, leaned over put her hand on the car seat lying on the ground. She quickly recoiled. It was blistering hot to the touch. "I can't sit on it," she said. "It's too hot!"

The droog laughed at her discomfort, reached into the shed, and threw her a pile of rags. Great, she thought to herself. This morning I woke up on soft sheets in a luxury hotel after a night of passion and a few hours later I'm spreading rags on a plastic car seat so I won't burn my ass while I get fucked by a gangster. 

Having made her uncomfortable next, Charlene sat back on the bench seat and displayed her nakedness to the droog. Let's get it over with, she thought. 

"Nyet" he barked. "Turn around." 

OK, Charlene thought. He wants to do it doggy style. She turned around and knelt on the seat, leaning forward on the back of the seat with her butt in the air. When she looked behind her she saw the droog unbuckling and dropping his pants. His dick was short but very wide and uncircumcised. She swung her ass back and forth just a little to get him excited while he knelt behind her on the ground, on his own little rag pile. The droog grabbed the cheeks of her ass with his hands, put his face in her butt, and took a deep breath. She couldn't understand the appeal herself but he obviously liked what he found and started licking her. She didn't mind when his tongue scraped over her pubes and she wished he would lap at her clit every once in a while to keep her amused but he seemed more interested in her anus. 

For Charlene, this was a little too intimate for comfort. She didn't mind showing it when she danced but she was not crazy about having a total stranger lick it. Still, she did not feel that she had much choice and as long as he didn't expect her to rim him in return, she wasn't going to make a fuss. She could feel his arousal growing and when she looked back between her legs she could see his prick dangling between his hairy legs. It was getting a little bigger and a lot harder. 

Charlene thought to herself that this was taking too long. She wanted the droog to hurry up and mount her so he could get off and she could get going. After what seemed an eternity, he finally shifted position and brought his knees up onto the car seat and his groin up to her backside. She could feel his cock rubbing her labia now and picking up her wetness. The droog had no way of knowing that she had been fucked less than an hour ago and masturbated to climax just a few minutes before he saw her. He thought he was making her very wet, further evidence of his sexual prowess. In his stunted mind this made him more of a man and her more of a whore. 

Finally he reared up, took his cock in his hand and guided it to her pussy. Charlene gritted her teeth, waiting for the penetration. After a minute of running his prick up and down in her slit, he thrust forward and entered her. 

Aside from the indignity of being taken on a trashed car seat while kneeling on rags in broad daylight, this wasn't so bad, Charlene thought. His wide prick stretched her pleasantly and she was getting a little clit stimulation as he thrust in and out. Once he got himself balanced, he reached in front and cupped her tits, squeezing them roughly and sometimes pinching her nipples. But it was nothing she couldn't take and most of it was actually pleasant so she relaxed and started to give in to the fucking sensations, telling herself that it would all go a lot easier if she could just have a little orgasm. 

The droog suddenly stopped thrusting and pulled out. Disappointed and confused, Charlene looked over her shoulder. His ugly face was red and he had an intense look, like he was about to explode. He reared up again and Charlene felt his thumbs hook into her ass crack and pull her open. She felt air the warmth of the sunlight on her asshole. Then there was another type of warmth on her bung, that of a rigid body part. 

Suddenly it occurred to her what he was doing. 

She yelped and moved her ass to one side to get away but he grabbed it and held her with both hands as he leaned forward. "Hey! Wait a minute," she yelled. "Don't put it in yet. Get some wax or something." All she could think of for lubricant was the car wax a few feet away in the shed. He ignored her and started pushing. Soon he was leaning his entire weight against her. "Dammit!" she said as he grasped the back of the car seat and pulled, forcing himself even harder on her. 

Oh shit, she thought. This was not in the plan. The last thing I need is to be sodomized this afternoon. In a few hours I'm going to be dancing up on stage and my asshole is going to be red and sore. 

This was starting to hurt a lot and the droog obviously wasn't going to stop. Her heroic little sphincter was as tight as can be, reflexly closed against the brute invader. If she didn't open herself up, right now, she might rip. 

Knowing what she had to do, she pushed back on the car seat enough to breathe and gulped down a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she pushed down as hard as she could, trying to match the brutal force pushing on her anus. Her face turned red but just before she ran out of breath her embattled little sphincter opened just a bit. The droogs big uncircumcised prick pushed forward a tiny bit and a bit of foreskin held her open just a crack. She took another deep breath and pushed again, like she was trying to expel something big and nasty. This time her sphincter relaxed more and opened just enough for the head of his cock to slip in. A third time and he was in an inch. Once last time and he pushed about half his short cock into her rectum. It was so wide she felt stuffed. 

He was firmly in her now and he started thrusting to get in all the way. Now all the lubrication from her pussy had rubbed off his cock and her inside was almost dry. Her hole was starting to feel raw from the pummeling, the stretch, and now the friction with no lubricant. It was excruciating, the way anal sex should never be, and Charlene vowed that if she got through this she would be kind to her butt for the rest of her life. 

The droog settled into a rhythm of rocking back and forth. Charlene figured that he was afraid every time on the upstroke that his stubby penis would pop out. Soon he was breathing heavily and she knew that it would not be long. She started pushing her ass back at him. She was also trying to squeeze down with her sphincter to give him a little extra but she was so stretched that wasn't working so well. 

Finally the droog got down to the short strokes and with a bellow and a massive buck of his hips started unloading himself into Charlene's bowels. She wiggled her ass to help him finish up, trying to move this whole thing along faster so she could get control of her ass back. She wanted out of this scene and away from this loser. It took him several more thrusts to empty his balls and to Charlene's great relief the slick semen made each thrust a little easier. 

With a sigh he pulled his tubby dick out of her. He still held her ass in a firm grip but now he was looking at her bottom. She could feel that her asshole was gaping wide. Her little sphincter was still in shock. She knew that she had to be quite a sight with her anus wide open and the pink walls of her rectum bathed in sunlight. For that brief moment the warmth of the rays of the overhead sunshine felt good on Charlene's battered ass. She thought to herself that this once he had put it where the sun did shine. Then her sphincter twitched as it came back to life and slowly started to close. The show was over. 

Exhausted and sated, the droog flopped over onto the other end of the car seat, next to her, with his legs stretched straight out on the ground. Charlene noticed that his pants were still down around his ankles because he hadn't stopped to tie his shoes.  

As soon as the drook released her, Charlene rocked back on her heels and squatted. She hopped up and down a few times as drops of semen dripped out of her anus and fell on the ground. She wanted gravity to drain as much of his come as possible out of her rectum before it closed. She did not want to be carrying his sperm in her butt the rest of the day. A little bit ran out, not as much as she would have liked, but her sphincter was closing and besides, she didn't want to lose more time. She stood up gingerly, tilting her pelvis as she worked the kinks out of it after being in position all that time, and picked her skimpy knit dress off the ground. 

"OK, you've had your fun. Now let's get going. I just bought a limousine ride with my ass and you have just enough time to get me there and get back before your boss wants you to pick him up." 

The droog looked up at her with half-lidded eyes and laughed. "You dumb whore. You stay here with me. Boss need ladies, I need ladies. You make big money I tell you who to fuck. We go back now and get you set up in hotel."

"Yeah, right." Charlene said. "That's not funny. You got what you wanted now you carry out your end of the bargain. Let me out of here and give me a ride to the club." 

The droog just sat there laughing, not moving from the car bench down on the ground. It was obvious to Charlene that he never intended to take her anywhere. She was trapped in this locked parking space with a gangster who wanted to be her pimp. 

"OK, Ivan. You got me. Now if you're going to pimp me you've got to know the merchandise. You spent so much time in my butt, did you get a really good look at my snatch?" She asked. He snorted a laugh but his dick twitched and she could tell he was coming out of his postcoital lethargy. She had to act fast. "Take a good look at my other hole -- you can do me there next!" She lifted her leg and rested her foot on the back of the detached car seat, exposing her open pussy. That got the droogs attention.

The droog stared up at her opening and started to reach for her crotch. With a dancer's strength and swiftness, she kicked the back of the car seat with all her strength and toppled it over. The droog fell backward, feet in the air, hitting his head on the asphalt. He flailed with his arms, trying to grab the chain link fence behind him to pull himself up. 

Charlene spun around, and leaped over the hood of the limo. She reached into the open window on the driver's side and ripped the remote control off the visor. She pressed the button and while the gate started to open she grabbed her money off the passenger seat. By the the droog had stumbled to his feet but when he lunged forward to head her off his pants tripped him up and he fell face down on the asphalt. It seemed like an eternity but it only took the gate a few seconds to open enough for Charlene to squeeze through. She pushed the button again and the gate closed behind her, standing naked in the alley with her dress in one hand and the remote and her money in the other. 

There was a clanging as the droog hit the chain link fence from the inside. "Hey! You give remote back! Is only one! Boss kill me if I don' show!" Charlene could see his panic-striken face pressed against the fence as he looked between the slats at the remote in her hand. 

Charlene had already attracted the undivided attention of a delivery truck in the alley. She knew there were witnesses around now. Calmly, she pulled the skimpy brown knit dress over her head and waved the remote in her hand. She had to do something with it that would keep him from chasing her but if she destroyed it he would probably hunt her down out for revenge. 

"You see those dumpsters across the street, Ivan?" The droog wailed. "Treasure hunt!" With that she threw the remote in the direction of the dumpsters and started running out of the alley as fast as her heels would let her. She figured that she would be long gone by the time he went through the front of the shop and around into the alley and then jumped into the dumpsters to try to find the remote. By then he would be in such a panic to get back to his boss she wouldn't have to worry. 




Charlene on the Street Ch. 07



She hoped there wouldn't be bruises on her butt tonight when she danced -- she might have to put makeup on it.



Charlene on the Street Ch. 08



She came to the street and held back in the shadows until traffic was clear. She was so exposed in her stretched-out, skimpy brown knit dress that she attracted stares everywhere she went. She had to get back to the club before her shift and she had lost valuable time dallying with the Russian gangster. Walking as fast as her high heels would allow, she jaywalked, fast as possible, to the next alley and walked into it. Parked there, blocking the view, was a big furniture truck. It was loading at the rear of a store. As she walked around it she heard a voice: "Hey, little lady!"

She tried to ignore the voice but as she passed it she saw a big, square-jawed black guy grinning from ear to ear. He wore a black T shirt that was stretched over some serious muscles. He was standing next to the truck, watching her. He was so big, next to him any woman would be a little lady. She walked on as if she hadn't heard but her knees were shaky.

In a lower voice, the man said "Baby, you are something else!" Again, she tried to ignore him. 

"So?" she answered, still walking. 

"'Cause, Baby, I got what you need." She stopped. He had a really good line. 

"And what's that?" Part of her knew she should have kept on walking but this guy was interesting. 

"Oh baby, do we have to be cute?" He grinned. "Look at you. Your tits are hanging out, you got cum on your dress and you're holding on for dear life to a fistful of bread." He didn't know it was only twelve dollars. "And you're in some kind of hurry to get away from this place." She was well aware that he was looking her over like a connoisseur of tail. "Now it seems to me" he continued "that maybe what we have here is a chick coming from a trick, and maybe it didn't work out so good! Maybe you had to leave in a hurry! Maybe you didn't get -- satisfied!" He drew out the word for emphasis. "Now that's where I know I can help!" 

Not even close, she thought, but he was right about one thing. She was still powerfully turned on from the dicking she had got before the droog turned his attention to her ass. Her anus still tingled from the reaming she got not long before but because she was denied her climax she felt unsatisfied. This guy was cool and he was smart. She thought that he could finish her off. 

He sniffed the air. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but there's a pussy around here that needs attention!" He made her laugh. Suddenly she had an idea. Maybe she could get enough money from him for a cab so she could get off the street. Besides, it might be kind of fun to prostitute herself with this guy. He seemed like a good lay. 

"Well, maybe yes maybe no. If there was a pussy around here, and if it was available, how much do you think it'd be worth?"

"Oh baby, I ain't got much bread. It's three days before payday. All I got is ten bucks." 

Well, she thought, together with her twelve she had her cab fare. "OK. Where do we go?"

It was his turn to be surprised. He never thought she'd be so easy. This was primo pussy and she was practically giving it away. He thought for a moment. 

"Not much choice - my partner's doing paperwork and he's gonna be gone for an hour. All we've got is the back of the truck." 

This didn't thrill her, since the back of the truck was open. Still, another ten bucks would get her home safely and off the street. She decided she'd do it in the truck. 

"Let' go."

They climbed up into the big, empty truck. He pulled a couple of furniture blankets off a pile at the front and laid them down on the floor. She could see dust in the light. He closed one door and left the other open, so that they would at least be hidden in a shadow. She put the twelve dollars she was holding down on the floor of the truck, next to the blankets, so she wouldn't forget. 

It was hot in the truck. The sun was beating down on the roof. She knew she'd be more comfortable nude but she didn't want to take off her dress. The floor of the truck was dusty and the blankets weren't much cleaner. Her dress was already dirty, so she left it on. While he unbuckled and dropped his jeans and pulled up his T shirt, she stretched out her neckline and pulled it under her tits. Then she hiked her skirt up around her waist. Then she stopped cold and gasped. 

He was huge. His dick was the size of her forearm and his balls looked as big as her fists. They hung low and swung back and forth as he moved. She had never had a guy this big. 

He got that reaction a lot and he was used to it. 

"Well, baby? How do you like my johnson?"

"It's ... it's big!" Her face showed alarm. She forgot all about her sore backside, after this afternoon's anal adventure. She was focused on the new threat to her other hole.

"Don't worry, little lady" he chuckled "I'll be gentle. You can take it" She certainly hoped so. He looked like he could rup her apart. About the only thing she could do at this point was make sure she was lubed up to take him. 

Not wasting any more time, he pulled her to him and kissed her on the mouth. She felt tiny in his big arms. Her tits were pushed up against his muscular chest. He reached behind her and put his hands on her ass, kneading them softly. His big finger touched her little rosy anus and it twitched. 

She dropped to her knees and took his big penis in her hands. She could barely hold the big organ. Hesitantly, she licked the tip, tasting his salty precome. She hefted his balls -- they really were big! -- and then went back to his shaft. Opening her mouth just as wide as she possibly could, she stretched her lips over the cockhead and pushed her face forward. Her teeth gently scraped the skin -- she couldn't open her mouth any wider, but the big dick slowly cleared her mouth and passed down to the back of her throat. It took a lot to make her gag and this almost did it. When he was in deep, she couldn't breathe. But by kind of gulping and moving him in and out she got a rhythm going she could work with. He was really turned on -- his cock was rock hard and a foot long. 

Charlene was really pleased with herself for taking it all the way. She could really get into this, she thought. But the reason they were naked in the back of a truck was to fuck, not suck, and when she thought he was good and wet, she pulled back. She knew her pussy had to be still wet -- there had to be plenty of spunk and juice left up there. She stood up and kissed his chest -- that was as high as she could reach on him, still handling his genitals. They were both sweating now, from the heat and the sexual tension. 

Without warning, he lifted her up -- she yelped -- and laid her out on the blanket. He was on his knees beside her, cock sticking up, glistening wet from her mouth, drops of precome dripping off. For a second she felt afraid of his big dick, but she just knew he'd take care. For a big guy he was a surprisingly gentle lover. 

He got over her, holding himself up on his arms and knees so he wouldn't crush her under his weight. A couple of drops of sweat fell on her from his body. She felt his dick touching her legs, then falling between them. He was knocking at her door!

She had to make this work. She spread her legs out to the side just as far as she could and reached down between her legs to guide his dick. With a whoop, he lunged forward and rammed his big shaft at her and she took it right over the hole, but he bounced off. Another lunge and he held it there but then he just pushed on her. Now she was afraid of being bruised. 

"Wait a minute", she said, let's try something different. "Get on your back. " He was more than willing, if it got his johnson inside her cunny. Lying on his back, his prick sticking up in the air, hands folded behind his head, he waited for her to make the next move. She swung her leg over him and positioned her entrance right over him. "Keep it pointed at me" she told him. She took her inner cunt lips in her fingers and spread them apart just as wide as they would go and then some. She was sweating so much the dress around her waist was wet. Now it was her turn to drip on him. 

They were slick and she had to pinch them so tight to get a grip they hurt. She lowered herself until the opening to her vagina and the eye of his penis were engaged and the length of her sheath and his shaft were right in line. Slowly, letting gravity do the work, she settled down on him. He was stretching her, all right. Little by little she opened up to him. She could feel every movement, every fraction of an inch as it stretched her on its way into her. Then, it stopped going in. Her cunt spasmed and for a moment it was agony -- the cry of a muscle saying, don't hurt me! But she hung in there and little by little the spasm worked itself out. She let herself fall a bit more on his dick. The pressure on her privates was almost unbearable and the stretching was more than she could have imagined. Another spasm -- this one really intense. This time her asshole spasmed, too. She broke out in a sweat from the pain. Then, it too started to go away and the prick continued to penetrate her. She moved slowly down again. Another spasm, worse than the others. She didn't know if she could go on. She started to worry that she might ruin herself if she kept this up. 

Charlene's poor cunt was stretched so wide now and it still wasn't completely over the head of his dick. Have I finally met a man who's too big for me? She thought. I used to be able to take anybody -- I used to take the football players! 

The last spasm took much longer to go away. Oh shit, she thought, now or never. She let go and dropped on his shaft like a pile driver. A shower of sweat shook off her and onto him. 

"Yeow!!" She never experienced anything like the pain that shot through her whole pelvis. Her asshole slammed shut in sympathy and all the muscles in her legs tightened up. Her face was contorted in pain. She couldn't move up and she couldn't move down. She started to get a cramp in her leg. But the pain eased off a tiny bit and then gradually got better -- not good, but better. 

Whew! She thought. Where am I? She mentally checked out her private parts. She was afraid to open her eyes. It felt like the head was all the way in now. The easing off seemed to be because it wasn't stretching her any further. From now on, it was a matter of the length of the shaft, not the width. Well, OK, Charlene thought to herself. I may never walk normally again but I can see this through. She let herself drop a little more. As she thought, the shaft just went deeper. And deeper. And deeper. She tried not to moan so they could stay hidden but she couldn't help it.

His penis went into depths she didn't know she had. She could feel the lube in her letting him slide, even though it was a tight fit. One thing she could always count on and that was that when she needed to, she always juiced. What a great feeling to know she could always depend on her pussy!

She felt his cock knocking on her cervix -- as high as any other guy ever got in her fuck channel -- and keep going. It was actually pushing up on her insides now and there were still a couple of inches to go. Now he was stretching her vagina the long way. She took a deep breath and let herself settle even more on him until she came to a stop. There just wasn't any more room to go on. She felt like he was holding her upright with his cock, like her vagina could support her full weight perched on his rod.

Oh, what had she done to herself! Just a few minutes ago she had felt fine, no natural urges except horniness, pussy relaxed after a nice fuck, nothing unusual going on down below, no urge to take a piss. Now she was just hanging on. Her stomach felt queasy, her twat was throbbing, little spasms were reminding her that something big was down there, she felt like she had to pee, she felt like she had to shit, and she felt like her whole pelvis was blown up like a balloon. The veins in her neck stood out and she felt lightheaded. Maybe this is what it's like to climb a mountain, she thought to herself, a great achievement but you don't feel so good. She just sat there a moment, trying to pull herself together. 

For his part, he had never felt so good in his life! She was the only woman he ever had that took his cock all the way in one long move. And she was tight -- the tightest cunt he had ever been able to get his johnson into. Her cunt felt on fire and it twitched around his johnson and he was happy. 

He moved his hips around, hoping she'd start moving around a little herself. She started moving with him to keep the shaft straight -- when it went off to the side it kind of twisted her insides and made her feel a little sick. Then she started to feel something different, a little high feeling. She started letting her hips drag a bit. Now the feeling of his dick poking around in her felt interesting, like it was stirring her honey pot. She experimented a little, moving against him. Wow! Suddenly that felt really good, like he was grabbing her insides and rearranging them. The pain was almost gone, too. 

She started to rise up just a little on her heels -- a fraction of an inch. Then she came down again. When she didn't split apart, she tried it again. Next time an inch. This was getting better and better. She was moving up and down and around and he was doing things to her insides she never knew were possible. 

He was loving it. He was drenched in sweat. 

His dick was going every which way and this broad was hotter than any bitch he'd ever had. He was going to town on her. He had a couple of moves left, too. 

He rose up suddenly and she was thrown on her back. They were back in the missionary position and he was ramming it to her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and let her arms drop. Charlene felt like she was being nailed to the ground with a spike, over and over. His sweat was pouring down on her. 

She came first, with a funny, different orgasm that started slow and seemed to gather speed, rolling right through her and bringing back the cunt spasms, but this time they felt wonderful. She was covered in sweat. 

He felt her come. Her distended vagina felt like it was desperately trying to squeeze down on his prick but just didn't have the strength so he felt it as kind of a flutter. What was turning his crank was the sliding feeling against her tight pussy walls -- that was out of this world. He was sweating up a storm. 

He kept going and she had a second orgasm, a minute after the first, and it was so good she saw stars. 

Finally, he was ready. He slammed into her cunt one last time, his cock swelled up even bigger and felt his gonads pour it out, making a river of semen, streaming it into her hot little twat. It went on and on and while he was pumping it into her, she felt him throbbing and it threw her into another come of her own. 

Charlene nearly passed out but she held on for dear life and when he was finished pumping, she got up on her arms. His dick was still buried in her and he was still on top of her, dripping with sweat. Sweat was pouring down from her armpits and forehead and soaking the dusty furniture blanket under them. The truck smelled of body odors. 

She looked like she just got out of the shower. Yet, she suddenly realized, her twat was dry. She knew what that meant. 

Gently she pushed up on his chest to signal him to get off of her. He reacted like he just woke up and started to get up. She let herself drop back and grabbed his shoulders so he couldn't get up too fast. "Wait a minute! Don't pull out of me all at once. Let me get ready."

She lifted her hips -- not so easy when they were still pinned down by his huge dick. She could feel it soften but it still stuffed her. Lying on her back, she pushed her little brown dress, which was gathered around her waist, down her hips and under her butt. 

"OK, now pull out slowly!" He did as he was told. He moved really slowly. 

Charlene felt like a bottle of wine that was being uncorked. His huge cock felt like it would take her insides with her at first, but then it left a funny, empty feeling in her pelvis. She didn't feel quite so stuffed, then she didn't feel like she had to pee anymore, then she felt it right at her opening and ready to pop out. 

"OK, take it easy coming out." He did. He pulled out of her as slowly as he could.

Still, they could hear a smacking sound as he disconnected. She knew what was happening next. Suddenly she felt like a bottle being emptied. Her cunt gushed and gushed and gushed as the spunk and the pussy juice poured out of her like wine from a bottle. It just kept coming. Her brown dress, already wet with their sweat, was soaking in sex goo. It smeared the inside of her thighs, coated his penis, and ran down the crack of her ass. She had never taken a load like that. The truck started to smell of pussy and ripe sex. 

It took several minutes for them to recover enough to untangle themselves. He turned over, off of her, and lay there, cock glistening with secretions, almost going to sleep on her. It was all she could do to struggle to think straight after all those powerful orgasms. Finally, she stirred and stood up. Sweat was running down her face, over her tits and under her arms. Big beads of semen, pussy juice and sweat trickled down the insides of her legs. Her hair was wet. For some reason she put on her high-heeled shoes first, then she tried to straighten out her dress, couldn't figure it out in her dopey state, and took it off. It was soaked, like a wet dishrag. She was just holding it up by the hem, ready to pull it over her head, when a shadow fell in the back of the truck. 

"What the hell is going on here? Falco, what the hell are you doing? Who's this slut and what the hell are you doing?" A little, wiry older guy wearing a cap was staring at the lewd scene in front of him and shouting at them. She figured he was the partner. "This truck smells like a whorehouse. Falco! This is the last time I take you on a job with me. This truck is going to make our whole load stink. How could you?" He had climbed into the truck now and was face to face with the guy, obviously named Falco. For some reason, the older guy was ignoring her. Charlene thought it would be second before the little guy started yelling at her, making a scene, and drawing attention to her exposed, lewd, semen-dripping body. 

Falco was pulling on his clothes as fast as he could. Charlene decided that maybe it was time to leave, ten dollars or no. She pulled her dress over her head, pulled it down over her ass, smoothed the wet knit fabric over her beaver and said "Excuse me." She was out of there in a flash, with little drops of juice marking her trail as she sped away. 



Charlene on the Street Ch. 09



Oh hell, Charlene thought, when she was about a block away. She was hot and thirsty and exhausted. She had to walk slowly because her pelvis felt funny after her epic screwing. Her inner thighs were slimed and it was drying crusty and uncomfortable. As good as it felt, that little episode set her back. She forgot the twelve dollars in her rush to get away and she didn't get the ten. Again, she had no money for cab fare and now not even bus fare. She'd have to walk the rest of the way. She felt even more vulnerable in that little brown knit dress because it had been so stretched out of shape. Her tits were exposed to her areolas and she constantly had to pull it up to keep her nipples from showing. The hem was stretched so it was a little longer in front than in back but this meant the knit was looser in front, more transparent. If she had panties on they would have shown right through. At least, except for the narrow landing strip, she was shaved..

She thought back to the morning, seemingly so long ago after the day's events. She remembered how horrible it was to wake up alone, nude, with a creampie, and get thrown out of the hotel with no money and half-exposed in obscene clothes. She thought about how that guy in the diner felt her up and how much better it was with Enrique. She liked having her breasts fondled by the naïve young man. Back home in Arizona, the boys would always do it to her slowly so they would get her hot and bothered. They knew the more time they spent on her tits, the more likely they were to get to third base. They thought that by playing with her luscious boobs they could make her crazy with desire and get her so carried away she'd let them fuck her. What they didn't know was that she would let any of them fuck her anytime if she wanted it. She just let them think she got carried away so they'd do it more. 

She was slinking through the next alley over, when she realized that she was behind a local movie theater that showed porn, one of the last in the city still in business since the video revolution. She remembered seeing a sign on the front, something about ladies getting in free. She still had a ways to go but she had a little time -- it was only four o'clock and her shift did not start until eight. If she could get in there, she thought, she could at least cool off and get some water to drink, and rest her butt for a few minutes. Let her stretched pussy recover and her pelvic organs get back into their proper position. Maybe then she might be able to push on faster. She might even be in shape to work tonight. 

Charlene circled around from the alley. She took a chance and nervously walked out on the street, conscious of the fact that she was walking funny and that she was exposed to the point of being lewd. This wasn't a great neighborhood to be displayed herself. Fortunately, there weren't many people around. There were a couple of guys hanging out on the street corner. A guy going into the liquor store. A young man in a red shirt -- maybe twenty - was counting his money in front of the theater box office. She knew he was there but she didn't look at him, to avoid drawing attention to herself. 

With more confidence than she felt, she walked up to the box office and waved. A man in his twenties was inside. He was wearing a blue T shirt and needed a shave. She thought he was kind of cute. He looked up, startled to see her. She pointed to a sign that read "Ladies Welcome -- Free Admission". Maybe they were trying to make the porn theater a pickup place. Maybe they thought that some women desperate for loving and a hooker or two would be a draw. 

"Can I just go in?

He looked at the sign like he'd never seen it before. She was probably the first woman to want to come inside in years. He nodded and grinned at her. She wasn't interested in a pickup just then, so she said thanks and walked in, still a little bow legged from the reaming she had endured less than a half hour before. 

The theater was a lot cooler than the outside, even though the air conditioning wasn't on very high. She blinked to get used to the dim light in the lobby after the bright sunlight. The place was falling apart. The carpet was dirty and torn and the paint was peeling. A shabby counter stood empty where once there was a snack bar selling popcorn. A couple of chairs in the lobby were losing their stuffing. 

She spotted the sign for the toilets and made a beeline for the ladies' room, up some stairs that led to the projection room. On the way she passed a water fountain. She stopped and drank her fill, slaking her thirst. The cold water splashed on her face and revived her a little. In the ladies room, things were old and broken but clean -- it looked like it hadn't been used in years. She relieved herself in the only stall. It tingled when she peed. She felt a sore down there, with good reason. 

Charlene stood in front of the cracked mirror and took stock. Her clingy, revealing brown dress was now wet and stinking. Her hair was wet and stringy. She was all sweaty. Her legs were creamed and crusty with dry spunk. Her back and calves were covered with dust. Her pussy was tender. She was still feeling a twitch every now and then in her cunt, as it worked itself back to normal. She was a mess. 

She took off her dress and hung it on a hook. At least it could dry out a little while she cleaned up at the little, stained sink. There was an old bar of soap in the dish. It took her a few minutes but she washed her face, splashed water under her arms, wiped her legs down with a paper towel, and did the best she could to clean herself between her legs. She was dripping water on the floor, but she didn't care. When she touched her tender pussy, it didn't feel bad. She felt some little sensations rumbling deep in her pelvis. Her cunt lips felt sensitive. Inside, she was still dripping wet. By the time she had washed her pussy and thighs and mopped herself up with a paper towel, she was feeling pretty good down there. Oh great, she thought, here I am starting to masturbate. Get a grip on yourself, girl. 

She took the brown dress off the hook and held it up by the straps. The dress had dried a little but it still smelled like sweat and sex. There were dirt streaks and come stains all over it and it was still damp. From a distance, though, the dirt kind of looked like a design on the fabric so maybe she could get away with it on the street. The main thing was that she'd have to keep away from people because if they got too close they could smell semen and body odor on her. She thought about trying to wash it in the sink but then she'd have to stay cooped up in the restroom until it dried and that would never work. The knit fabric was like a sponge -- it would stay wet for hours if she soaked it in water. 

She put the skimpy dress back on. It wasn't much but it was all she had to cover her nakedness out on the street. She looked in the mirror and saw how much it had stretched at the neckline. She didn't remember that it came so low and loose in front. She could see the tops of her rosy pink areola when she leaned forward. It probably stretched out of shape when Mel pawed her. Down below, the hemline seemed to be higher. It came just below her crotch. She was going to have to be careful it didn't ride up in public. She didn't dare lean all the way over either or she'd show her butt. 

She wanted to rest for a while, to cool off some more and take a load off her feet. She thought she needed a few minutes to let her still-stretched pussy get its shape back, too. She could go into the movie and maybe even take a little nap, she thought, if the show wasn't too loud. She could hear the moaning and heavy breathing from the soundtrack. It was kind of hot, hearing the soundtrack and not seeing the film. 

At the head of the stairs, she saw the guy at the box office and the guy in the red shirt in the lobby. She stepped back out of sight. They were looking for something -- someone -- maybe her? She overhead them talking about a puta who had just come in and where had she gone. They went outside again and she dashed down the stairs and behind the vacant counter. 

She figured they had probably checked inside the theater and if they weren't dumb they'd look in the ladies' room next. If they saw the wet towels, they might think she had used it, cleaned up and left the building. 

They came back in again, and sure enough they went up the stairs. They went right into the ladies' room without knocking -- that was a bad sign, she thought -- and the box office guy came out first. The guy in the red shirt came out holding one of the towels she had used. He brought it up to his face and took a big sniff. He handed the used towel to the other guy, who did the same. Both of them were smiling. They turned and looked toward the lobby again and she ducked under the countertop. She heard them walk down the stairs and around the lobby again, then from her hidden cubbyhole she say them go in the theater. Perfect, she thought. They won't find her and they'll think she left. They were in there a very long time. She figured they must have checked every row and maybe behind the screen and the exits. This really was not good, because it meant that they were really determined. 

In the meantime, she left the counter and crept back up the stairs, where she could see the lobby without being seen. They came out again, looked all around and this time even checked under the counter. She hoped they couldn't smell that she'd been there. Finally they shrugged, talked for a few minutes and went outside. 

Great, she thought. They gave up. She picked her way down the stairs -- her stretched pussy still wouldn't let her move too fast -- and ducked into the movie. 

It took a minute to see around her in the darkness. On screen, a gorgeous blond with long floppy tits was taking it from behind, boobs swaying with every thrust, and moaning with her mouth wide open. Good goin', she thought to herself. I could do that in the movies and make a few more bucks. 

She looked around her and saw that there were only a couple of people in the audience. There was an old guy who needed a shave slumped in a chair on the right. He was either sleeping or passed out. A chunky guy in his forties was sitting in the center right in front, staring at the screen. She could see his right arm moving up and down. She looked around again for the best place to sit. She would be most hidden in the dark in the back row all the way on either side but she didn't like that idea. Too easy to find herself cornered if someone wanted to mess with her. The very back rows in the center weren't so good either. They were the first places anyone would look when they came in. She finally settled for a center row, close to the left aisle, well behind the sight of the guy pulling his pud unless he turned all the way around. 

She sat down gingerly -- it was the first time she had sat down since taking that telephone pole up her twat -- and slid down as far as she could go in the chair. Her knees were against the chair in front of her. Her chin was almost in her cleavage. She pulled the short, dirty dress down but it still barely covered her pubic hair. She had to pull it up over her butt in back and pull it out in front to get enough fabric to cover her twat. The seat felt sticky on her ass cheeks. She wasn't comfortable but it was a lot better than the street. 

It was dark, Charlene was exhausted, and she was more or less lying down. The only thing keeping her awake was the loud sound from the movie as the actors screamed and came and carried on. On screen, the guy doing the blond pulled out of her hole and held his dick over her ass crack -- come splattered all over the actress's asscheeks and her back. The scene changed and the movie got quieter. On screen, another couple had started up. The girl was a pretty, slender brunette with round tits, like hers, and the guy looked like a football player. She was playing with his prong and nibbling it along the shaft. Charlene suddenly felt so tired, she was drifting, drifting off to ....

She was in a boat, floating on the water. A man was fucking her, very slowly and deliberately. Her breasts were lazily lolling around on her chest, wobbling with the action. Deidre was in the boat, too, but even though she was nude, too, she just watched, with her lofty air as the Duchess. Charlene put the back of her left hand to her forehead and came, prettily, without a sound. The man had an orgasm and ejaculated inside her. Then he stood up and disappeared. Deidre came over and stroked her cheek and said "Very nice, luv." Then she got between Charlene's legs and licked her clean. Another man came into the boat. He fucked her, very slowly and deliberately. Her breasts were wobbling with the action. Deidre just watched and licked her lips. Again, Charlene put the back of her left hand to her forehead and came, prettily, without a sound. This man had his orgasm and ejaculated inside her. Then he too stood up and disappeared. Deidre came over again and stroked her cheek and said "Very nice" only this time her fingers were wet. Again she got between Charlene's legs and licked her clean. Another man came into the boat. Charlene lifted her head and saw that the men were coming from the shore, each in a boat of their own, rowing out to have sex with her. She felt warm all over, calm, like she could spend the rest of her life on her back getting fucked, getting sucked, in the hot sunshine ...



Charlene on the Street Ch. 10



A loud cry of sexual excitement woke her up with a jerk. On screen, the football player had mounted the little brunette. He was thrusting into her tiny little twat with his massive prong and she looked like she was loving it. Suddenly Charlene wished she were on screen, getting porked with the brunette. 

Awake now, Charlene raised her head and looked around. Oh, oh. There were the two guys she had hid from, standing in the back of the movie theater, watching the film. She ducked down but one of them spotted her. Looking between the chairs, she saw one whispering to the other. Her heart started pounding, but it was not strictly our of fear. Could I be horny again, after all I've been through today, she asked herself. Yes, she answered herself back. Of course you are aroused. You've been exhibiting yourself all day and in and out of more sexual situations than most people get in a month. Of course you want more. 

But this is not how she wanted it. These guys were men looked like kids. She thought back to Enrique – here was a kid (nearly) who looked like a man. Anyway they were small, not like those big hulking juvenile delinquents she saw this morning. She had been an athlete in high school (volleyball). She could handle a couple of punks. From slunk down in her chair she had a limited view but she could see movement on both side. She could see that they were coming down the aisles, one on each side. 

Who was she kidding? A medium-to-small-sized nearly naked girl who could barely walk for being fucked would fight off two grown guys? Time for reassessment. OK, now. They wouldn't use force her, not with witnesses around. She'd scream. She'd fight them off until help came. 

Who was she kidding (again)? Who would come running if they heard a woman scream in a porno theater? Maybe a really stupid person who had never seen one before. That would do her a lot of good. A drunk and a compulsive masturbator would make really great eye witnesses. The cops would really be impressed with the way she was dressed. Her profession – write "exotic dancer" please, not stripper – would really impress the judge.

It was too late to make a run for it – she had thought too much. She tried to play possum. She pretended to be watching the movie. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the guy in the red shirt slowly moving in from the right one row behind her. The guy from the box office was acting nonchalant, strolling down the left aisle, and took sat down in her row a few seats away. He acted like he had been watching the movie all along – the brunette on screen was really getting a work over, now she was getting it doggie-style and the guy was squeezing both her tits – but he quickly glanced her way every so often. The guy on screen was pulling out of the brunette and she turned around to take his jism on her face. Actually, Charlene, thought, it wasn't a bad movie. 

She considered her options, which were limited. She had no idea if these guys were dangerous or just horny and persistent. Were they capable of hurting her? Would they pull a knife or hit her? She had no idea. Even more confusing, her fantasy during the movie and her escapade this afternoon had made her really horny. If there was a way to get through this and get off, so much the better. 

At times like these, it's better to go with your instincts. Her instincts told her that if they weren't natural lovers, she could at least turn them into toys. So she did the unexpected. 

In plain sight of the guy on the left (who she was ignoring), she pulled up her dress and started fingering herself. She showed all her fine, silky pubic hair. She inserted two fingers in her slit. She diddled with her clit. It felt really good. For the benefit of the guy behind her, who was standing just to the right and looking over her shoulder onto her chest, she put her other hand in her top and started pinching her nipple. They stopped pretending and stared, slack-jawed, at her lewd display. 

The guy on the left moved a few seats in to get a better look. His pants were tight and she could see that his cock was jumping. The guy behind her moved closer. He was just a few feet away now. 

She wasn't just putting on a show for them – she was stimulating herself. Her clit was so sensitive now. She just barely touched it with the pad of her finger and it quivered. 

The guy on her left moved again, this time to the seat next to her. She turned her head and looked right in his eyes for a long time, never taking her hand off her pussy. Then she turned back to the screen. A tall black-haired girl with a pretty face was getting her pussy thoroughly eaten out by a blonde guy. Charlene thought it looked scrumptious herself. She wouldn't mind tonguing that pussy herself. She wished the blonde guy was eating her out. His tongue ....

She was startled out of this reverie by a knee gently touching her left leg. The guy on her left was testing her. When she didn't pull back, he put his hand on her knee. She responded by spreading her legs wider. He stroked the inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes and gulped. His fingers were doing a little dance on her sensitive skin, almost in her crotch. His buddy, the guy behind her, took this as his cue to touch her himself. He gently brushed her hair with his fingers and when she let him do this he put his hands on her collarbone, on both sides of her neck. For a moment she panicked, thinking that he was going to strangle her or something, but he gently squeezed the muscle and the muscles of he shoulder until she was all relaxed again. She was still fingering her clit. She had it down to little circles. 

The guy on her left moved his hand further up her thigh, so that he was almost touching her hand. He seemed to respect her rhythm and didn't just barge in. The guy behind her had his hands under the shoulder straps of her dress now, massaging her shoulders, letting his fingers wander toward her breasts. She took her hand away from her nipple. He took it as a sign to move his hands under her neckline, to the outside of her tits. She sighed and let her hand fall to the armrest. The guy on her left was gently tugging on her pussy lip. The guy above slowly moved his hands into her stretchy dress and around her tits. He started fondling them and rolling the nipples between his fingers. They got hard under his fingertips. 

The guy on her left leaned over and took a deep breath. He was smelling her. He reached over with his left hand and covered her hand with it. She took her finger off her little button. She didn't care who frigged her clit as long as it got frigged. Then he did something that really turned her on. He lifted her dress higher with his right hand so that it was up around her waist. Then he put the palm of his hand under her belly button and gently pushed. It felt heavenly, gentle, reassuring. 

His partner was still working her ripe tits. Occasionally he would move his hands up under her armpits and across the sides of her breasts. Once he stroked her ear. 

She felt carried away in an erotic adventure. Meanwhile, the screen was full of hot action and her half-closed eyes saw images of breasts, sperm, mouths, assholes, penises .... She put her feet on the backs of the seats in front and pushed down hard. 

The guy on her left was moving. He was couching on the floor and lifting her leg. She sat up a little to give him room and let him lift her leg over his head while he got into position. His mouth covered her cunt, on the edge of the seat. He was brilliant. He took each lip in his mouth and tugged with his lips, gently grazed them with his teeth, tongued her steaming hole and then, and only then, ran his tongue across her clit. She was vibrating with pleasure. 

The guy behind her was patiently working her breasts. Her nipples were hard little stones by now, stretched out as far as they could go between his attentive fingers. Then one hand went away – the right one, she thought (she could no longer tell left from right) and she felt something long and warm against her right cheek. She turned her head. He lifted his leg over the back of the seat beside her and she was staring at a stiff cock and two balls, not big, kind of on the small side, pulled out of his jeans and dangling in front of her mouth. She took it all in her mouth. She took in the whole cock and then she lifted his balls with her left hand and popped them in her mouth as well. His eyes bugged out of his head – he never expected this!

The guy between her legs had licked her to a frenzy. Her hips were bucking against her will. She wanted penetration, damn it – her pussy was demanding it. With a smack his mouth detached from her pussy and he reared back up. She opened his eyes and stared at him, crazy with lust. His fingers flew at his zipper and he pulled out a small but respectable penis and testicles. His cock was already stiff and in one smooth motion he pushed it into her hole and all the way up. He started a steady rhythm of thrusting. 

It wasn't quite good enough for her so she reached down and started tapping on her clit again. He got the hint and angled up, rubbing against her little sex button as he fucked her. Now she was getting what she needed. 

His partner, whose genitals she had all but swallowed, couldn't believe the suck and the tongue action she gave him. Having his balls and his shaft experience deep suction at the same time was outrageous. He couldn't help but come in her mouth right then. It felt like he was coming all over himself, because as he shot wad after wad into her mouth, his own balls felt slick and messy under her tongue. It was the best blow job he'd ever had, bar none. 

Meantime his copulating friend was reaching the end of his endurance. This snatch was just so good, so hot, so responsive, not so tight maybe but... He couldn't hold off any longer. His jism shot into her cunt before he even had time to moan. 

But Charlene hadn't come yet! These two guys had brought her to the peak but then flamed out on her! They surprised her by being two of the most sensitive lovers she'd ever had and then they popped off and left her high and dry. 

"Ooooh!" Charlene moaned in frustration. "Bring me off! I gotta get off!"

The guy between her legs was still oozing. A big drop of come plopped onto the carpet underneath them. 

His buddy straddling the seat had finished first. He decided he'd come to her rescue. He swung the rest of the way over the back of the seat. "Get up!" He whispered. She stood, tits hanging out of the loose neckline, which was now permanently stretched out of shape and doing nothing to hold her in. "Turn around!" His buddy got up off the floor and moved aside, cock bobbing up and done. "Lean over and put your knees up on the seat." She did as he ordered – her tits hung down deliciously over the back of the seat, swaying as she moved. Her ass was up in the air – her pussy was on display, lit by the flickering light reflected from the screen. 

A constant background of moans and grunts from the sound track drowned out everything they said, as if anyone were listening. 

The guy in the red shirt started by inserting two, then three fingers up her wet, sloppy channel. Her vagina felt squishy, loose. Because of the position she was in, he happened to get the angle just right to push down on her sweet spot. Oh yeah, she thought, keep that up. Then she felt a little tapping sensation on her rosebud. He was putting his thumb in her ass. 

His friend had come around to the row in back and was fondling her tits. Her head was too high to suck him off but his dick was still hanging out. 

This was OK, she thought. This was alright. If she headed in the right direction in her mind she could come again. She better. She thought of Enrique and his sweet, tasty genitals. She thought of the big guy in the truck and how his prong almost ruined her for life. She thought of the guy last night – she didn't know his name – and what a great lover he had been, even if he had disappeared. Even though she couldn't see the screen (she was pointed in the wrong direction) the soundtrack was sexy, full of passionate cries and moans, against lame background music. 

Finally, after the two guys had been working on her forever, it seemed, her exhausted, stretched, and used body gave up one last orgasm. It was a little one but it lasted for a long time. It felt like butterflies in her pelvis and for some reason she also felt this one particularly in her tits. It was different, unusual, something she hadn't quite experienced before. It wasn't earth-shattering but it was a new little twist in her sex life. 

She sighed and got down off the seat. "Thanks guys" she said. The little brown dress was still up around her waist. She pulled it down over her pussy and ass. 

"Wait a minute, babe" the guy in the red shirt croaked. She looked down and saw that all this time he had been beating off all the time he was fingering her. They were only inches apart – she could feel his breath on her breasts. He jerked. A jet of come arced from the tip of his cock and landed on her dress, then another. He shot a whole load down the front of her dress, right over her belly and twat. 

Charlene smeared the come over the front of her little brown knit dress with her hand and licked her fingers. 

"Thanks, guys." 



Charlene on the Street Ch. 11



Charlene was back on the street again, exposed in her skimpy, stretched out brown knit dress, which was now filthy with dirt, sweat, and come stains. It was four thirty. She figured she was less half an hour from home by foot if she didn't dawdle in alleys again. She was walking almost normally now. Her pelvis was more or less back to normal, even though it ached deliciously deep inside from heavy use and so many orgasms. Somehow that last orgasm had put a little life back in her and snapped her pussy back into shape after the epic reaming she got early in the afternoon. Still, she felt tired. She was also sick and tired of hiding. She figured that she would just walk as fast as she could, out in the open in this not so great neighborhood, counting on speed to keep her out of trouble. As soon as she got home, she told herself, she'd take a long hot shower, clean her pussy and take a nap. Her first show was at eight tonight and she wasn't sure she could do it. 

She pushed on in a hurry, ignoring the catcalls and hoots she got as she passed horny young men. One or two accosted her and asked how much but she walked around them. She kind of liked being picked up on the street -- it made her feel good to attract men and to know they lusted after her body so much they were willing to pay. But this was not the time to experiment with hooking. Besides, she had tried to prostitute herself just a couple of hours ago and got burned. Someday it might be fun to come back and try a couple of guys, but right then she wanted to get home more than she wanted to get laid again. 

She walked on. She really was tired after a long day of fucking, after a long night of fucking. The afternoon sun was hot and there was no shade on either side of the street. It wasn't as hot as Phoenix but it was hot enough. Her feet were starting to ache. She was already exhausted. Although she could walk better, the ache deep inside her battered pelvis slowed her down and kept her attention. Maybe I should of taken it a bit easier on the multiple orgasms, she wondered. Maybe I was greedy. Her thoughts were interrupted by a yell from across the street "Hey baby -- you selling it?"

After several blocks more her energy level was really starting to flag. All those energy-consuming orgasms had drained her battery down. She started thinking that maybe she had overestimated her endurance just a bit. 

Her dress problem was even worse than before. All that pulling had stretched the neckline of her skimpy brown dress and it no longer covered her tits. She had to gather it up and twist it into a knot in front, which drew the hem of her dress up to just below her pussy. That knot held together with a flimsy piece of yarn she pulled from the hem of the knit dress, which was starting to unravel. The front was covered with come stains on top of the come, pussy juice, dirt and sweat stains that were already there. She wondered if guys could smell her as she passed. One guy offered her fifty bucks for a blowjob.

Dare she hitchhike? It was a real risk. She thought it would be asking for trouble the way she looked. If she could just hold out walking, it was a half hour more, at most, she was sure. She could make it, maybe. On the other hand, she wasn't sure she could go on like this. Maybe she should go back to the alleys. She wanted just to rest for a minute, but she didn't want to stop on the street and risk getting cornered again. One guy with a bulge in his pants had already followed her for two blocks. 

A shiny new Corvette appeared from nowhere at the curb. The driver leaned over to roll down the window and called "Charlene! Over here!"

She couldn't believe her ears. It was him! The dude who left her behind at the hotel!

She trotted over to the car. "What are you doing here?" She was mad at him but maybe he could give her a ride before she told him off. 

"I was on my way to the club. I thought maybe I'd catch you before the evening show. Maybe we could have a drink ... or something before your act." She knew what he meant -- he wanted a quickie. "What are you doing way over here? And why are you wearing that filthy rag from last night?" 

"Give me a ride and I'll tell you." She hiked her dress and climbed into the car, no long caring that he and anyone on the street who was paying attention could see her ass, pussy and come-matted pubic hair. The fragile piece of yarn holding her top together broke and her tits spilled out. She sat there in the bucket seat, glaring at him, tits hanging out and stinking to high heaven. "Let's go." She said in an angry tone. 

Confused, because he didn't know why she was angry, he drove on toward the club. "Pee-yoo. I love you honey but you really smell. What happened to you?"

She dumped all over him, starting with "As if you didn't know..." 

"But baby" he said when he could get a word in edgewise "didn't you go to the front desk?" She had. "Didn't they give you anything?" She had to admit that she had left in a huff because they were acting nasty to her. He seemed honestly horrified. 

"But honey, didn't they give you the envelope and the old trench coat?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I left an envelope with a spare $200 to get you home safe and my old trench coat. There was a note..."

"Why didn't you leave them in the room?" she asked accusingly.

"Because it was raining at seven o'clock and I needed it to go out to the car."

"Why did you leave so early?"

"Because I had to get to work. The New York Stock Exchange is on Eastern Standard Time. We're on the West Coast, so I had to get going early. I've got a deal in play."

"Why did you pick that snobby hotel?"

"Because I used to own it but I traded up last year. I thought they'd treat you right because you were with me and they know me. I guess they thought you were a streetwalker I picked up. You know -- like the movie...."

NYSE, deal, hotel owner, plenty of spare cash, movie about a rich guy and a prostitute. She was getting some clues here. She thought maybe she'd better be nice to him. 

"Well, no harm done. It was an interesting day." She said blandly. 

"Oh baby, I am so sorry if it caused you any trouble."

"That's OK." She said. "I met some interesting people." Who fucked me, she thought to herself. 

"Well I admire your resourcefulness. I'll make it up to you -- I promise. How'd you like to go shopping for some really expensive clothes in Beverly Hills?" This really was starting to sound like a movie. The club was coming up in the next block. 

Lester's Bam Bam Girlie Club. What a stupid name. The owner, Lester, was back in rehab and had asked Deidre, a feature dancer and Charlene's roommate, to manage the club while he was gone. Deidre had taken to this job like a fish to water. She still danced every night but she managed the back office so well that profits were soaring. Charlene sometimes wondered if Lester would see any of it. 

As soon as she walked in the club she heard Deidre's voice yelling across the room. "Charlene! Get on up there!" The clock on the wall said six o'clock. Charlene had counted on at least two more hours to freshen up. Charlene moaned, "I can't dance now. Tell Billy I can't go on."

"You have to!" Deidre the Duchess hissed. "Cherie and Susanne are both out. We're short on dancers. Everyone's got to work double sets! You have to go on!" 

"There's a queer odor in here", Deidre said accusingly. Charlene winced because the dude had said the same thing. This was the last moment that Charlene remembered the dude standing with them. 

"Yeh. It's the dress. It kind of got spunked" Charlene shrugged. "Let's just say that on this dress is a permanent record of my sex life for the last twenty-four hours."

Deidre was leaning over her now. "And what's this, now?" Deidre took Charlene's left breast in her hand. "Is this dried jism? Were you shagged this afternoon?" Deidre's eyes narrowed. She was always getting on Charlene's case about her slutty ways. 

"Was he any good, then?" Deidre asked, looking down at Charlene's pussy. She leaned over and sniffed. "Have you still got his load in your quim?" Charlene did not answer and did not volunteer that she still had come up her chute, too. 

"Well, too bad because we don't have time for you to clean up." 

Charlene whined. "I've got to clean up and get ready..."

"No time!" Deidre barked. "You go on the way you are! You're on in five minutes!" Charlene groaned. "Not wearing this old rag! It's filthy!"

"You have no choice!" Deidre barked. "Get up there!"

Charlene pulled the looked sluttish, exposed, and vulnerable but strangely alluring in the filthy, stretched, revealing old brown knit dress that clinged to her body and let her tits hang out. But she never considered it a dance costume, not for a minute. 

"You're here!" Billy looked mightily relieved when he saw her come up to the stage. "You're on in one minute. Double sets -- we're short-staffed. Dance your ass off. The crowd is hungry tonight!" He looked at her again. "What's with the dishrag? New act? We've got the same old music." 

"It's OK. I'll dance to it." Charlene moved next to him, waiting to go onstage. She looked back over her shoulder to find the dude who had brought her, and who had left her in the hotel this morning, which seemed so long ago. 

Billy suddenly looked puzzled. "What's that smell?" Charlene didn't answer.

Suddenly the hard beat of Charlene's first song blared from the speakers. She had just walked backstage in time -- half a minute later and she would have missed her opening. Without stopping to catch her breath, she stepped out into the spotlight. She could see the puzzled looks on the face of the lustful men in the audience, who could not figure out why she was wearing such a dirty, ragged old dress in place of the glitzy bikinis under the glamorous costumes that were her trademark. 

After twenty-four hours of fitful sensuous pleasure between hours of hard slogging, of allowing her self to be sexually used by men she had just met, of fucking with men she loved, feared or disdained, of feeling vulnerable on the street and indomitable on her back, of being made into a dripping sloppy mess by her own lust and her willingness to be the receptacle for men's semen, Charlene danced her story. 

She let herself go. She danced as she had never danced before, telling the story of the day in her movements. She danced a dance of awakening to surprise, of walking down the street furtively, of showing her round, luscious tits and being fondled. She pulled the stretched top of her knit dress down and let her boobs hang, swaying to the rhythm of her swinging hips. She rucked up her dress, tantalizing the audience with her thighs like she tantalized Enrique. She exposed her ass and danced like she was showing off for him climbing those stairs. She pulled up her skirt and flashed her twat, like she flashed it dropping from the fire escape. She danced a whole set this way and still had her dress on, stretched out of shape on top, clinging to her body around the waist, filthy with dirt and smelly with juices. 

The men in the first row caught the scent. As she paused, waiting for the next set, she noticed them sniffing the air. She looked over their heads and saw that every man in the place was staring at her, lust in his eyes. Nobody spoke -- the room was dead quiet when the music stopped. The DJ, who normally wouldn't shut up, didn't say a word. In every male crotch she could see she could make out the outlines of a hard-on. A fine film of sweat covered her and she felt excited. She felt excited between her legs. 

The music started again, a different set for a different dancer but she had to improvise. Fortunately, this music was soulful and slower, chosen by a dancer who loved to act out a slow fuck onstage. Charlene pulled off her dirty, smelly dress and showed her fine nude body. She danced for the sex-hungry men by showing what it was like to screw a young man she'd fallen for. When the music heated up, she showed the audience what it felt like to be impaled on a gigantic pole and to come with no spare room to move her twat. As the last number wound down, she pantomined what it was like to droop with fatigue but get one last sexual surge, to be handled front and back, out of control, in the hands of others. The music wound to a conclusion and left her standing there, panting, bowing to the audience, tits dangling when she bowed, feeling hornier than she ever remembered being in public. She looked out and saw sex-hunger, wet spots, and unconcealed desire. 

Pole dancing and striptease are arts. This was fine art, a balletic tribute to the sexual body.

The crowd was spellbound. A couple of seconds of silence passed, then the men went crazy. They clapped their hands. They stamped their feet. They whistled. They unzipped and pulled out their dicks to wave at her. It was pandemonium. 

After her last set, about one o'clock in the morning, Charlene threw to Billy the sweat-soaked, cum-stained brown knit dress she had pulled off for the last time. Billy caught it and nodded and Charlene knew that it would never be washed again. It would be framed and mounted on the wall of the club for all to see, just as she had been mounted so often today and walked exposed in the streets for all to see. 

She stepped down from the stage without going to her dressing room. Naked, sweating, exhausted from dancing and from the physical and sexual demands of this extraordinary day, she stepped into the packed throng of excited, aroused, and appreciative men. Something very strange happened next. The horny, boisterous men became quiet. Each of them had been moved by her performances. Her dances had told them a story through body movement that they could not understand in detail but that they could only comprehend sexually. Quietly, almost hushed, the men showed their attraction and their affection by gently caressing her body as she passed. At the far end of the club was her destination. 

The dude waited for her standing by the door, trenchcoat in over his arm and his cock hanging out of his pants, just like she saw him the first time. 

"That was fabulous, my dear," he said. "Shall we go back to the hotel and do it again?" 

"Lead the way," she said, putting on his trenchcoat to cover her nakedness. "This time I want breakfast."