CHAPTER TWELVE
Tina Morales was fucking for free, and she was making more money giving her cunt and mouth away for nothing than she had been when she used to charge five dollars far a blow job and ten dollars for a fuck, and fifteen dollars for a half and half.
The reason she was making more was because she had switched corners. Whereas she used to stand on the corner of Baptist and Lutheran Streets, where all the rich businessman johns would haggle over her aunt, she now stood on the corners of Mediterranean and Baltic – a cheap low-rent district where the same businessmen cruised by in their Cadillacs hoping to find a cheaper piece of ass than some of those fucked-up whores on Baptist and Lutheran were charging.
So Tina set up shop. Hung her sign from a nearby fire hydrant: I DO FOR YOU FOR FREE.
The sign always attracted attention.
Lots of guys were willing to let Tina do far them for free. But usually after they fucked her for fourteen hours straight, then jabbed her asshole for another fourteen, then rounded off the evening by blasting the last shots of their cum into her mouth – they usually felt so bad that they'd give Tina a twenty-spot.
Shit, last night an eighty-four-year-old man with a prick that looked more like a varicose leg had given her a fifty-dollar bill.
And the night before, one of the city councilmen had tipped her with two tens and some bus tokens.
And the night before that, a man dressed in a white collar and black, very black, suit with a Bible tucked under his arm had given her twenty-five bucks and a small hand-out card with Psalm Nineteen printed on it.
Tina was the happiest hooker in the whole city. She hooked her sign over the fire hydrant, waited far some business.
A dark-haired man approached her. Well, actually his smell approached her first, and then the lanky body that was dressed in a Mankato State sweatshirt, patched up Levi's and K-Mart tennis shoes, approached her second. And the man was in a real hurry.
Tina could tell he was in a real hurry because he had fire in his eyes. And she liked guys who were in a real hurry because if they fucked in a hurry and she finished them off fast, she could hustle her ass out to the street and get in some overtime.
She stopped him. Not like most nice girls would stop a stranger by lifting up their skirts or, licking their cocksucking lips or breathing hot and heavy.
Tina stopped him by twirling around very suddenly and shoving her titties at the man from Mankato State.
"Hi. You wanta fuck for nothing?"
The man was astonished… by a couple of things. Two things in particular: those huge tight-sweatered tits making wrinkles in his sweat shirt. And one thing in generaclass="underline" who was this girl?
"Hey, some other cunt got your tongue? You wanta fuck me for free?"
The man gulped, the spit never making it to his belly because the pressure of those tits was now at his throat. He had never kit tits as huge as these.
In fact, he had never felt tits with his hands before, let alone his throat.
"I-I'm in a hurry… I'm going down to Baptist and Lutheran Streets. I gotta meet a chick at the corner of Baptist and Lutheran. It's really important, I…"
The thrust of her tits was now joined by a thrust of her crotch at his patched-up Levi's.
Tina's Chiclet breath was at his ear. "Look, fart. I know you ain't got no chick on the corner of Baptist and Lutheran. You were gonna go down there and hope one of them four-bit hookers go down on you. Well, I'm a hooker, too, but I don't charge nothing – so let's fuck."
The man looked very puzzled, as well as very sweaty, as well as very uncomfortable as those tits nudged his Adam's apple and those mini-skirted thighs began dry-humping his pant-leg.
God! No woman had ever dry-humped his leg before!
And no woman had ever offered herself as brazenly as this free hooker.
Free hooker? Did she say pussy far free, cunt for nothing, sucking without owing, fucking without payment, going down for nothing down?
Tina said: "I give my pussy for free. My cunt for nothing. I suck, and you don't owe me. Fucking with no payment. I'll go down for nothing. Now, are we gonna fuck or not?"
He couldn't believe it!
Who was this hooker?
She couldn't be a hooker. Had to be vice, or undercover, but she certainly didn't look like Angie Dickinson dressed as a cocksucking whore.
His words seemed to stumble out of his mouth. "I know you! You're a fucking cop. I can smell cops a mile away."
The bluff didn't work.
Tina said: "Quit the Goddamn bluffing bullshit. I'm a hooker, I'm clean, and I work for nothing. What do I have to do, show you the Goddamn goods in public!"
The man was ready to nod his head, when suddenly the goods were out in the open. Out for public view, or public consumption.
And the goods looked very good.
Tina had opened up her blouse as casually as opening the newspaper to the comic section. But her tits weren't comical. They were conical, made far a man's mouth to nuzzle and suck like a baby.
The man stared at her tits – he had seen plenty of naked tits before. Shit, any kid in America has seen tits and cunts because everybody knows those cockteasers who put together men's magazines always put dirty pictures of dirty cunts in a dirty magazine so that clean kids could have dirty minds.
But these tits looked clean, didn't look like they could even fit into the centerfold pages of Jaguar, or Tiger, or Police Gazette. And these tits had a lot of bounce and jounce to them.
The reason they were as springy as a Slinky was because Tina was shaking her tits at the guy. Then her tits stopped shaking because her hands had made them stop shaking. And now her hands were doing oodles of dirty things to her clean titties that were making the guy act like a clean kid with a dirty mind.
"I'll even let you fuck me between the tits. I'll even let you spray your cock all over these."
These, of course, was what Tina held in her hands, or what she could barely bold in her hands.
For this dope, she let them droop.
"Please… don't do that. I'll go. I'll fuck you for free. But, I gotta tell you one thing… I never fucked a woman before."
"Well," Tina said, curtaining off her titties as she buttoned up her blouse. "We're in the same boat. I never fucked you before."
The guy nodded. "Huh?"
"Come on," Tina said, dragging him into her business office – which was the nearest alleyway where she had placed an old mattress behind some overturned trash cans.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The guy held Tina's hand as they entered the alleyway.
His palm was very sweaty.
So was his crotch.
So was the alleyway – or at least it smelled like his sweaty crotch.
Tina took off her skin. Showed him her pussy. Took off her sweater. Showed him her tits.
God! He had never fucked a pussy before. Oh, there were plenty of times that he had seen a pussy before. Once he had even seen a little Mexican high-school girl in the girl's gym. And one time he had even seen a girl getting fucked by a boy – while he was in high-school.
Now, Tina showed him a lot of her pussy because she had already shown him all of her tits.
"This is where the action's at, baby. Right here is my cunt, and right here's my pisshole, and right here's where you stick that big fat cock that's making a pissy mess of your pants."
How did she know his cock was making a pissy mess of his pants? He looked down at his crotch – saw the pissy mess in his pants.
Tina's hand was on the pissy mess at his pants, helping to get his zipper down and his prick up.
His zipper came down. Zzzziiipppp!
Her hand was inside, feeling all around for his stiff cock.
But his cock was nowhere to be found – well, she found his cock, but it wasn't stiff like it was supposed to be. Jesus, what else could a guy want – here she was offering him a free piece of experienced ass and his cock was more like a noodle after it was cooked than before.