Sometimes we are just nasty. Some think it is because us street whores lead such hard lives, but the truth is, we don't really need a reason for it, we just are. Like the other day: this guy came along and was looking for a girl. One of us stepped up to him and inspected his trousers. She slid her hand into it and laughed. Then the three of us went with him into a dark alley.
I was standing behind him, blocking his path back. Of course he could have pushed me aside, but he was a sissy and we knew it. We spent the next 15 minutes laughing at him, especially when he pulled out his cock and started to beg us to blow him.
When we were tired of him, we took the money and we left the scene.
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