Detective Larry Parker and the Teen Prostitute Part 1

Flint, Michigan homicide detective Larry Parker pays a visit to his teen prostitute. #blowjob, #smoking, #dipping, #cum in mouth

I pulled up outside the shitty little hotel and parked my car in one of their narrow spaces. Positioned several yards behind a Taco Bell and a Burger King on Pierson Road, this place was almost impossible to see from the street. All I could smell was fast food in the air as I got out of my car. Room 9 was my destination.

I walked into the hotel room without bothering to knock. There she was. The whore. She had been waiting for me in front of the TV, watching some trashy talk show and smoking a New Port. Red hair and freckles. Small frame. Petite. Cute, but petite.

We’d met almost a year earlier and had been meeting here every week. Security at the Flint Police evidence lockup wasn’t very strict back then, so getting her what she needed was a piece of cake. She liked the white powder I was bringing her and was more than happy to use her body as payment.

I sat down on the filthy little couch nearby and spat some dip spit into a nearby wastepaper basket. The whore looked over at me and watched as I reached into my suit coat pocket and brought out the little bag of white powder. Her eyes widened slightly and she put out her cigarette in an ashtray. The whore walked across the small room and took the bag from me, stuffing it securely into her bra. Without saying a word, she got down on her knees and reached for the zipper on my pants. My cock stiffened in anticipation of what was coming next.

I closed my eyes and sank back into the couch. The whore unzipped my pants and slipped one of her small hands inside, gripping my cock and pulling it out. I felt her take the entire length of my manhood into her warm, wet mouth and down her throat. One of her little hands slipped under my sack. She gently fondled my balls while moving her warm, wet mouth up and down on my throbbing cock. I dug my fingernails into the upholstery of the filthy couch as she used her mouth and throat to milk my rod.

Now, I’m not a weak man! I can usually last ten minutes or longer when it comes to this stuff. But I hadn’t been getting laid recently and I was a little more sensitive – down there! I tried to hold on for as long as possible. But the battle was lost within five minutes. With a grunt and sweat dripping down my face, I blew my load down the whore’s throat. She kept going until she’d gotten every last drop of cum out of me.

The whore casually went back to watching TV, lighting a New Port as she sat down. I put my cock back in my pants, zipped up, and drove home to shower. Good thing I did that. I had the whore’s lipstick all over my cock! How would I have explained that to Samantha if she suddenly got the urge to fuck and saw another female’s lipstick on my dick? That sure as hell wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have.