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Daisy's Story

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Daisy breathed deep, then closed her mouth around the yound sailor's left testicle. She licked and sucked, then with her mouth her prey's desire filled gift of children yet to come, ... she sucked again. Thrilling the young man with gentle kisses to his sweaty thighs, she closed her mouth around hids right jewel and started the process all over again.

Daisy lowered herself onto the floor of the old dented pickup truck. She continued bathing the sailors fully erect penis with her tongue. Slowly at first, then broadening her tongue, she licked the length and came down fast with a liplocked suction that could dethorne a king.

The sailor squealed with pleasure, his fists gripped tight in daisy's hair. He began forcing his weapon deep into the back of her throat. Daisey breathed quick panicked breaths, she struggled to fill her lungs before the inevitable hot salty spray blocked her from life giving oxygen. OOOOHHHHH!!!!!, the sailor cied out loud, pumping his hot milk in an ebbing tide down the back of Daisy's throat.

Back on the corner, Daisy posed and paced. Few minutes passed until another John picked her up. this one was latino, she found it difficult to understand exactly what he wanted.

Si ... Simone ..., she told him. Finding herself pulling up in front of an old Victorian building that appeared to be under construction. The man was strangly handsome to daisy. She preferred femininity, one feminine form in particular, but this man was oddly attractive to her. He came around and opened the door, he offered his hand, led her into an entry on the side of the classic old house.

Looking about Daisy saw a pallet on he floor and some Cervasa. He kissed her gently, handed her a fifty dollar bill. With passionate rhythm, he began to disrobe her, making sure to kiss her body in places where no one had touched her for quite some time.

Daisy began to relax, her Romeo laid her delicately on the pallet. He began probing her wet flower with his fingers while speaking softly in a foreign tongue. His eyes met hers, his lips curved in a smile. He kept bringing his face up to meet hers between kisses to her breasts, her belly, her thighs.

Daisy put her head back creating an elegant curve in her spine. the handsome man began consuming her with long flat tongued laps to the inner lips of her open, swollen flower. he thrilled her with the gentle sucking of her clitoris.

Daisy's mind was zooming in and out of bliss. Each time she thought she would cum her mind would move to , what time was it, or damn this fucking Dope Habit, this could feel so good. She knew she couldn't orgasim with Heroin in her system.

She decided to give him what he seemed to want. She began moaning, gyrating, as if she could really surrender to the adoration, the pure loving this perfect stranger wished to give her. She raised her bottom and groaned as if she were having the ultimate orgasim.

Quickly, he turned her over by twisting her leg and roughly he shoved his cock deep into her anus. He raised his hand high and came down hard with a flat handed slap on the right side of her buttock. He repeatedly rammed his stiff hard cock into her with the force of hatred and called her Pinche Puta, over and over and over again, each time slapping harder and each time shouting louder until he shuddered and collapsed atop her weeping form.

Confidently, he held her down with one hand as her reached behind himself. Daisy tasted the salt of her tear stained face. Fear filled Daisy's eyes. The stranger struggled into his jeans and shirt, stopping only to change which foot perched upon her lower back. He reached into his pocket pulling out a one hundred dollar bill. He bent down and shoved it in Daisy's mouth saying in perfect English ... your as good as they said you were, until next time my love. nd with that he was gone.

Back on the corner, Daisy sat on the wall talking for a while to KiKi, her trans-sexual friend. She walked up the street to the Liquor store and bought an Uno candy bar. Walking down the hill now, she was feeling more self-assured then she had walking back from her date with the hansome rough guy. She combed her hair. She stopped to pose at a bus bench.

Edward went by, she liked Edward because he was easy. Another 30 bucks aaand she would have enough for tonite and her wakeup. Edward was never willing to,put out more than $20, and Daisy hated to go in with less than $500.00. She got up and walked toward the back street. Click ..clack...click, clack, the sound of her high heeled shoes could be heard bt people in the houses she passed.

Back in her room, Daisy held the syringe between her teeth. She cooked up a heavy shot of Heroin. Her girlfriend Alma stroked her hair. This had been a really rough day, she just wanted to sit and nod for a while. Daisy's blood moved fast through her veins sucking the dark black tar into her system. She pumped the syringe plunger 'till her vein swallowed all the warm liquid. She lowered herself to the floor of the room and held her breath until she could taste the Heroin pumping through her bloodstream in an ebbing tide to the back of her throat. Yes baby, Daisy said in a whisper. Youre my best girl. Copyright Parviatti Fox 07/01/1997



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