Most clients were relatively easy: a little sucking, a good fuck, with the occasional guy wanting to put it up her kiester. Then it came to her -- the... three black guys in Santa Monica. That had been about as nasty an experience as she had ever had. She had taken all three of their big dicks at once. But they hadn't switched holes, and all had come at about the same time. But Conrad, or whatever the fuck his name was - well, he was different. Each time they had been together he had managed to. Brian's balls tightened up very close to his body as his moans got louder, so I leaned forward and started sucking his cock, still stroking him with my hand. He put his hand on the back of my head and was pushing my down, forcing his cock deeper down my throat. I could hear him mumbling, but I couldn't understand what until I felt it, his sperm hit the back of my throat with a force that choked me. I kept his cock burried in my throat untill every last drop was in my belly. I gagged a little. The place looked derelict, full of abandoned slabs of masonry that, generously, could be called buildings. Few people seemed to be around: some wizened women pushing trolleys, a few drunken old black men with bottles wrapped in brown paper. A dog barking. Laura, nervous, walked on, and on, and on, hoping to find a nice police officer to give her directions home. She turned a corner, into as it turned out an alleyway full of trashcans and discarded bottles, syringes and what looked like vomit. I took it to my nose and what a great scent it had. I laid on my bed and rubbed one out to the the nice AROMA of her sweaty soiled creamy panties I couldn't resist anymore so I took her creamy pussy discharge in my mouth and OH what a flavorful taste it had so I sucked it clean. I unloaded my jizz all up in her panties. I put everything back in her gym bag and drove back to work. I walked in to the offices and saw his wife and gave her a HUGE smile, little did she know I had her pussy scent all.