1. Turning a good girl bad


    Date: 4/20/2017, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Voyeur, Author: HatefulMan, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    minutes there she was, hustling across the lot in her short waitresing skirt, with a jacket pulled over her head against the rain. I pushed the passenger door open, and watched as she slid in. Her skirt rode up high enough to show me a flash of pale skin above stockings. I was going to enjoy this. &#034Throw your jacket in the back, let me see you.&#034 I let me eyes run over her body - taking plenty of time on her tits. her nipples hardened under my gaze, pushing through her bra and thin white cotton top. &#034 All natural?&#034 &#034Of course.&#034 She stretched her legs out, lay back in the seat, &#034Where are we heading?&#034 I slid the Lincoln into drive, &#034Down to the freight terminal. Ever been there at night?&#034 She looked at me, puzzled. &#034No, why would I? What is there?&#034 I smiled. &#034It's this fair city's red light district k** - hookers and johns. You didn't know that?&#034 She blushed. &#034My god, thats' what you want me for.&#034 She turned her face to the window. I could see her in the rain streaked reflection. Her voice was angry, but her eyes were wide and lips parted. &#034You've never thought of it?&#034 &#034Still staring away from me she snapped back &#034No, of course I haven't. I'm not like that&#034 &#034None of the girls are 'like that' when they begin you know. You look at me and think I push women into being whores, but ti ain't so. You know what they call a man who drives a woman into prostitution?&#034 She turned her head, glared ...
    at me in silence. &#034No? Give up? They call him a landlord&#034. Despite herself she laughed, &#034yeah I can believe that.... How much would I earn? I mean, how much do they earn? &#034 she stammered out, blushing. &#034they earn a few hundred a night, generally. You, with those tits, youd do three four hundred&#034 Her blush darkened and she looked down. I reached across and squeezed one fat tittie, the nipple stubby and hard against my palm. She said nothing, just threw her head back. &#034Take your blouse off, now&#034. With a deep breath she reached in front, unbuttoned her blouse, shrugged it off. Her light blue bra glowed in the yellow street lamps, pale globes of flesh spilling over. &#034I don't know why I'm doing this&#034 she purred. &#034Because I'm telling you to, cunt&#034. &#034That's a horrible word,&#034 she hissed, but her hands slid over her breasts. &#034it's what you are isn't it? isn't it, cunt? I said isn't it?&#034 &#034Christ,&#034 the fat bitch breathed, &#034yes. Yes it is. Why are you doing this to me? You sound like you hate me&#034 &#034Don't ask questions cunt. Take your skirt off. Show me where the fun happens.&#034 The chubby little bitch reached down behind her, unzipped her skirt, lifted her big butt of the seat and shuffled the skirt down, slid it over her shoes and then tossed it behind her. Lay back as if riding along in a limo in her underwear was perfectly natural, stroking her huge tits, gazing out of the window. She looked across at ...
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