Take a look at this YouTube vid and you be the judge. The fat girl in what is supposed to be a random interview claims to have been a prostitute for 2 years. And aside from “all the dirty Mexican men” she had a good time doing it. So was the fat girl really a prostitute, or is she just a racist? Watch the vid for yourself. read more…
It would be for this sex kitten.
Meet Parisian teenage prostitute, Zahia Dehar. This blonde with her ridiculously-out-of-proportion boobs has single handedly imperiled the French hopes for the World Cup according to this article: ”I love them all’: Underage prostitute who slept with Franck Ribery and two other French football stars breaks her silence.
I bring you an exhaustive set of pictures for this very special Hooker of the Day. read more…
It’s been months since my last TJ visit, so when I found out I had a half day on Friday, without a second thought I decided to hit the zona. I thought getting out early traffic would be ok… but fucking LA traffic gets me every time. What should have been a 2.5 hour drive became a 6 hour drive! I was determined though. My boner was like a heat-seeking missile headed straight for the border. read more…
There were 3 cars lined up on the side-street across from where she was standing, alone on the corner. She was watching them, but also watching traffic passing lazily by on the main street. As if wondering who was going to be man enough to roll up on her, there she waited, petite in a lacy black dress that led the eye all the way up her legs, stopping just short of her magic honeypot. read more…
Hit the track around midnight. She was wearing a lacy, see-through yellow dress. Though she stood out as hotter than the other girls working that corner, she didn’t seem all that different either. A standard BSW. I almost wasn’t going to stop. Definitely hadn’t planned on picking her up. But she negotiated down to my range quickly and nearly jumped into my car. So what the hell I figured. I’d bang this ho and at least it wouldn’t cost me an arm and a leg. read more…
I’ve always thought guys were overpaying when they go to AMPs, now there is proof.
http://hanopolis.com/?articleNo=17202&story/Korean-prostitutes-in-US-found-to-make-at-least-10000-a-month
A Korean government run institute published a study looking into Korean prostitutes in the US. Among the findings is that Korean prostitutes charge up to $200 an hour for their services and make at least $10,000 per month. Also how many clients on average per day, hours worked, and how they spend all that money.
What’s not in the study? How to tell which Korean’s prostitute offer sex, and which only offer a rub-and-tug.
Nice, Dad attempts to buy his son a prostitute for his 14th birthday. We should all have such fathers:
Pimp Daddy-o drove his son to the red-light district of Nottingham and told him to pick out the prostitute that he wanted. According to prosecutors, as the father was driving past one particular “street walker”, he pointed to the woman and asked his son, “will she do?”. The boy said, “yes”, while steaming-up the car windows a bit more. They then pulled over to set-up the deal with the hooker. Not only did the father have bad judgement in this whole ordeal but the son had bad judgement in discerning the differance between an undercover cop and an actual prostitute.spy-gadgets-vs-stupid-criminals.com, Stupid Criminals – The Funniest Stupid Criminals In A Blog Of Stories, Mugshots & Videos, Jan 2010
You should read the whole article.
There was a time I made these TJ runs more frequently. The drive is hell, but the draw of streets and bars filled with scores of under-dressed, overly made-up whores could be incredibly strong.
So I trudged my way through Friday traffic through SoCal, which made six hours out of a drive that usually took three.
I took an inventory of things I would need before crossing the border: passport, hand-sanitizer, napkins, extra wallet, ultra-thin condoms, and a brand named lubricant. My plan wasn’t much of a plan at all; take a taxi, see if I could score a hotel, have sex and drink booze all night.
Scoring a room was easier than I thought while getting laid turned out to be tougher than I thought. After checking in I hit TJ’s red light district. It was Friday night, and for a Friday, didn’t seem as packed as I remembered it could get on weekends, more evidence of the biggest economic downturn since the Great Depression.
I spot a couple of real hot SGs and I approach right away. After some negotiation they still wanted too much money for sex, so I move on.
I call it Chicanomics. In a recession, prices usually fall as businesses compete more aggressively for less active consumers. But many chicas take the opposite approach, charging more money to make up for the lack of business. It shouldn’t work, but it does because guys are idiots and think with their dicks.
Walking through the Zona Norte, I scan the sun-worn faces of SGs for some of my favoritas, careful not to make eye contact with a girl unless there was a fair chance I would screw her. Some faces were familiar because I had seen them so often, and some faces were familiar because I had fucked them on a previous trip. And, it was likely some faces that I didn’t recognize, I had actually fucked and couldn’t remember.
There was Ruby, looking as good as the last time I saw her, but not as good as the first time I banged her. She was chunkier now, but I like Ruby because her sexiness goes beyond looks. It’s in her smoldering gaze and the suggestive curve of her smile. It’s a rare quality I’ve only noticed in a handful of girls in my lifetime.
The first time I sessioned her, she was younger, thinner, and more dismissive. And much hotter in a ruby red outfit and matching makeup, expressing more than just a personality, it expressed a persona. She was dismissive because she could afford to be, guys were lining up to fuck her. That first time she had gotten dressed and was out the door before I even put my pants back on.
Now she does a lot more standing around than going to the room. She has stopped wearing the color of her glory days. But I still see the glory in her.
So when she gives me an explicit, out of the corner of her eye look, I let her lure me in with her seductive gaze.
We walk into a dingy room with a beat up and stained couch next to the bed. She is ok using my condom, but doesn’t want to use the lube I brought. Yet she rubs some on my cock, and then slathers her pussy with her cheap TJ lube.
She lies back on the bed, spreading her legs and motioning for me to get on top of her. I comply, burying my cock into her pussy. And then I start pounding away.
I used to find it weird that some girls wanted to talk while getting fucked, but then I got used to it. Now I always try to make them talk, at the very least it gives me a chance to practice my Spanish. I ask Ruby if she remembered me. She looks at me, searching her memory and then shakes her head no. I tell her I know her name. She looks as if she doesn’t quite believe me, so I tell her. She laughs. And from that point on we weren’t such strangers anymore.
I catch her glancing at her watch. Is it time I ask, and then I regret it immediately. Of course she says yes, but she likely wouldn’t have mentioned it if I had said nothing. Ok I tell her and then get into position to do some serious pussy stuffing. I hook an arm under her knee and lean forward, pushing deep inside her, really opening her pussy up. And then I started pounding her with full-bodied, penetrating thrusts.
It takes less than a minute until I cum. After the throes of orgasm, we pull apart, get cleaned up, and make some more small talk. She asks my name twice more. I take it as a good sign, she is making an effort to commit me to memory this time. Maybe my next session with her will be better.
Hooker in training Dec-13-2009