My dirty hobby has probably got me in more trouble than it is worth but despite it all I just can't help myself. I've been threatened by wanted criminals, chased by celebrity security staff and have even had to evade assassination on one particularly messy occasion. What exactly is my perversion, you ask? Well, I like to hang around with hookers and follow them and their clients to watch them having sex. It's sort of a voyeuristic thing. I don't take any pictures or film anything mind you, but it is sometimes hard to convince people of that fact if they catch you in the act. I wanted to tell you of one particular 'adventure' today, to give you an idea of how difficult life can be when all you want to do is watch a hooker fuck an unsuspecting stranger.
More often than not, the hooker is in on it with me. I pay her a small fee to take clients to places where it is easy to get a good view of action. Some hookers go with guys, some go with girls. I try to vary things up to keep it interesting. The nights where I manage to get a hooker to go in on it with me usually go off without a hitch. It's the nights where I have to improvise that get a little dicey. Take this one night...
I was walking back from the strip after an unsuccessful couple of hours trying to get the hookers there to accept my 'commission'. I'm just about out of the red light district when I see one last girl plying her trade near an alleyway. I had just decided to make one last offer when all of a sudden this big, black SUV pulls up and the guy inside the backseat rolls down the window. They talk for a while and then the hooker jumps into the car and it takes off. I give the whole thing up as a bad job and decide to pack it in for the night and go home. Then I see the SUV pull into an alleyway just a couple of streets up the road. Now, I know the area around here pretty well so I know that the building overlooking that alleyway had a fire escape that you could get to by climbing up a ladder located in the alleyway just beyond it. I start to think this night isn't such a blowout after all and head off in the direction of the ladder.
Pretty soon I'm up on the fire escape of the third floor. The scene below me really is something else. The SUV is parked across the entrance to the alleyway to block the view from the street. Inside the alleyway, this white haired guy is leaning against a dumpster while this built brunette with a nice big round ass is wrapping her mouth around his dick and working it. Now I don't want to name names, but let's just say this guys is politically prominent. He mumbles something I can't quite make out and she reaches down and starts fingering herself. I can hear her start to make her own sounds, or try to with his cock still muffling her throat. I'm sitting there and enjoying this and thinking things haven't worked out so bad this evening when all of a sudden this older woman steps out of the SUV! She's got short blond hair touching on gray and is wearing a skirted business suit. I would have said she was close to 50 but you would still give her one in a pinch. Well, anyway, she walks up to the gray-haired guy and says something. The guy mumbles something else and the hooker stands up, turns around and bends over. The gray-haired guy starts pounded her from behind and then starts to finger the older woman! This goes on for a while until it's clear the old guys is about to cum. All of a sudden the older lady drops to her knees and the guys pulls out of the hooker, sticks his dick into the older lady's mouth and shudders as he cums his load down her throat.
I must have been making some noise of my own because it was about this time that I hear shouting coming from the other side of the alleyway. I look down and realise for the first time that there are four security guys dressed in a black suits and shades (in the middle of the night) who have presumably been keeping a look out from the other side of the alley. Undoubtedly they assumed their focus should be on individuals outside and not inside the alleyway. They had now realised their mistake and where pointing up to my position and shouting. I was wondering how I could possible hope to talk my way out of this one when the first shot whizzed past my head and impacted the red brick wall behind. I don't think these guys are interested in a debate, I thought to myself, before turning and hightailing it back onto the roof and down the ladder on the other side of the building.
I assumed these guys would be very able trackers but nobody knows the streets around here like me so I evaded them with relative ease and made my way back home with an unusual tale to add to my repertoire. Now, I know the question you are all dying to know the answer to before I finish my tale. Did I get to shoot my load up on that fire escape before the security guys shot theirs at my head? The truth is, in all that excitement, I really don’t remember.
Nah, I'm just kidding. I came like the fourth of July. It was like a firehose. I was a little embarrassed actually.