A whore at 50

When your a 21 year old hooke making more money than God, no one tells you about Financial Institutions, by the time your 50 it’s too late if they do

They don’t tell you when you 21 to spend an hour with an investment broker, I was young and having fun and if I need MONEYYYY I went and sat at bar in a downtown hotel, an hour or two later I was off to a club to PARTYYYYY, with a fist full of cash, NO PROBLEMBO.
At 30 ,sure you sit there a bit longer, hang around in the cheaper hotel bars during conventions, and the tips are not as big ,but what the hell , your making money, so no prob there.
By the time your 40, your being insulted by fucking Russian and Polish bitches at the airport hotels , being called Grandma or worse , there pimps who if they see you in the parking lot tell you to fuck off or else, the Vets been sold,you have moved out of the nice apartment on the northside of town ,and moved into an apartment where the cars go past the front door 24/7 and the trains rattle past the back door almost as much, and the girls at the club tolerate you, just don’t really like you.
At 50 years old rent day in the studio you moved into comes to soon and everytime a cop comes up behind you when your out you turn the 20 year old Toyota into a gas station or a parking lot in case he runs the plates and finds out it doesn’t have the right tags on it, you bought them from some guy outside the Currency Exchange for 17 bucks, he wanted 25 but you only had 17, and hey they were stolen so what the fuck did he care.
With a bit of luck you will have a few regulars you can visit or call. I have a couple of young guys early 20’s ,one has Mommy issues and likes to call me Mommy while he is fucking me doggy, then when he starts to cum he starts screaming at me, calls me a fucking whore ,then starts crying. After he has shot his load he says I am sorry Mommy 20 times as I am getting dressed, gives me my 50 bucks and falls face first on the bed begging me not to go and tell him I love him.
I kind of feel I should stay , but what the fuck what can I do, his laundry or cook his dinner ?
Eric my other young regular is going to make some poor woman a shit husband, he thinks it’s funny to drink cheap beer and tell me how wonderful he is, and how he has this great idea to make millions.
He is always half way through a 12 pack when I get there, and by the time I leave an hour later he is looking for another 6 pack which he can never find and always says I drank, lol, and I need to go and buy him a replacement before I go home.
I blow him and he gives me anything between 20 and 40 bucks then always asks for eight or nine bucks back so he can get more beer, because he knows I won’t buy him any , and I always tell him to sit tight I will get it for him, see you Eric ,see you next time, lol.
Dans a guy who lives near me, I have known him for a few months now, he used to work as a chef in New Orleans and that guy can cook, so if I time it right for a blow job I get a meal that would cost a 100 bucks in a some restaurants downtown and I don’t even have to do the washing up.
There is a large industrial park out on the west side of town, and a road with 5 or 6 motels that rent rooms by the week , night, or by 4 hour periods during the day , mainly for the truckers.
Most of the weekly rentals are by young couples with three or four kids that never seem to go to school and a husband thats to fucking lazy to get up off his ass to go to work.
The “wives” seem to be either skanky looking skinny whores bumming cigarettes and swigs of 40 ounce beers, or fat bitches who look as if they spend every dime they make in the vending machines filling their faces with shit food.
Samar the guy that owns one of the motels will sometimes if my phone is on give me a call to say he is busy and I should come out and see him. He has a nice chubby Indian wife and her Mother who work there ass off 24/7, cleaning rooms, doing laundry, they appear to speak no English , never have a day off and have to put up with his shit .
He lives behind a bullet proof screen, and when I get there it takes him forever to undo the five locks on the steel door, put the sign on the window that says ” Back in 15 minutes “, takes me into the back room says do you want to know which rooms “the money is in “, and when I say yes he smiles says good , takes his pants off as I bend over a box of new sheets and blankets and wait for him to fuck me.
He’s a pretty big guy in the cock department, and likes to make sure he gets his “moneys worth” so to speak, I asked him once why he wanted to fuck me when he had a nice wife to have sex with, and he said I love to fuck white women and emptied the contents of his his balls into my belly.
He always keeps his word, tells me which guys got dropped off by their buddies from work carrying a six pack and paid with 20,s, 10’s 5’s and 1’s , and looked like broke dick mother fuckers who arrived in a cab and paid with a 100 or a 50, and had a wallet full of cash,they always ask if the room has a safe, then he hands me a pile of towels and tells me to fuck off, and see if the guys in rooms 34, 12 and 26 need clean towels lol.
Normally out of the two or three doors I deliver clean towels to one guy invites me in for a drink, and I make a pay day, and if I don’t there are normally a few rooms with open doors and guys sitting outside B’S ing with tales of there exploits on Interstate 5 or the Toll Road.
If it’s the end of the month and the rents due and my Lottery numbers have not come up, then I have no choice but to stay. It’s dangerous especially of a summer evening after they have been sitting in the sun all afternoon drinking.
One evening a trucker offered me 50 bucks for sex, he said he was going to finish his beer and for me to go and have a shower and get on the bed, 50 bucks the day before the rents due, I almost fell over getting in the fucking room.
Laying there naked listening to the beat up A/C trying to cool the room and listening to a bunch of drunks outside laughing and shouting about I should have got up and left, should have could have but didn’t.
The door opened and in came like 5 or 6 guys, and they were carrying rope and ties and God knows what else, I tried to get up but they all grabbed me, put these plastic ties on my ankles and wrists and tied me with rope to the four corners of the bed.
I heard the door open and there was this fat bitch I guessed one of the women that lived there, and they were giving her 20 bucks to get naked and lick my pussy. I watched her get naked, and climb on me pull my pussy lips apart and tell the world I had a lose cunt, before she went down and bit me to “wake me up”, and to make me move my ass.
After they got bored with watching her lick me , the guy who had “bought me” told her to get off , and he just unzipped his pants got on me and fucked me for a good three minutes before shooting his cum in me, got off said guys I am going to pay her 50 bucks so we might as well get our moneys worth, go ahead have one on me.
It wasn’t until the sun had long gone down when the last guy left, shit head came in and took a huge knife out of a backpack and started running the tip over my boobs and pussy, and it wasn’t until I started crying he cut the ropes threw a bunch of bills at me and told me to get the fuck out, no shower , no nothing, I drove home stinking of cum and so fucking sore I had trouble climbing the three flights stairs to my shit hole studio.
Anyone that thinks rich folks are any better is dreaming.

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