Episode 2: Sara

Sara was a Native American girl that I met the first time as I was driving around the neighborhood looking for a girl to blow me around 1996.

She stood right in front of the building I rented in, but I pretended that I didn’t live there. I picked her up on a warm summer night.

As I drove off, we did the song and dance that all hookers and clients do.

“Are you a cop?” She asked.

“No, I’m not a cop. Are you a cop?”

“No, not a cop.”

“Good.”

“What’s your name?”

“Bob. What’s yours?”

“Sara.”

“Nice to meet you Sara.”

“So what are you looking for?”

“How much for a blowjob?”

“$40.”

“How much for a lay?”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s bloody.”

“Oh. Ok, a blow job then.”

Sarah directed me to a dark area next to the cemeteries that bordered the next area.

I parked, and found Sara looking at me expectantly. So I reach into my pocket and pull the $40 out and give it to her.

She puts it away as I pull down my pants.

Not wasting any time, Sara takes me into her mouth starts sucking without a condom. She was fairly skilled.

About five minutes later she feels me about to cum and sucks harder and makes me cum in her mouth! That was a nice surprise.

She makes sure that she milked every little bit.

She did a wonderful job. I was very happy.

She then opens the car door and spits out. Nothing new there.

I drove her back to the next street to my place, and dropped her off.

That was the first time.

Since she did a great job the first time, I started looking for her whenever I wanted a blow job. Over the years I had about 10 encounters with Sara.

One thing peculiar about her was that each and every time I asked about a lay, her answer would be “Can’t, Bloody.”

Talk about luck. She’s always on the rag.

So one time I changed it a bit.

“How about a lay?”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Bloody.”

“How about anal then?”

“Sure, $60.”

That was a surprise. She was the first hooker to accept anal that easily and it was the same price about pussy from other hookers.

At that time, I had leased my first new car ever. I had a brand new, black Pontiac Sunbird, and I was very happy with it, as I had never driven a brand new car, always beaters before.

So, Sara directs me to a different dark spot and after exchanging the money, she pulls down her loose pants and gets on all 4 in the front seat with her ass over the low console.

I drop my pants and I spit on her asshole and go in bareback. Sara never had any condoms.

Bareback was stupid with hookers, but once in a while it I risked it.

I go slow in her ass, and soon enough she was pushing back to get me to cum quicker.

About five minutes later I shoot in her ass and pull out.

Sara turns and sits on the seat to pull up her pants and goes “Shit!” then quickly opens the car door and gets out.

She left the car door open and disappears.

I hear a commotion and she gets back in.

“Sorry, but I really had to go. You kind of came a little too much and it made me go.” She said sheepishly.

I didn’t question it much at the time and I drove her back to where I picked her up.

After she left the car, I look and where she had been sitting, there was a patch of liquid shit!

Fuck! On my new seats!

Luckily, I had some wet towels and I cleaned the spot as much as possible, and the next day went to a car wash and rubbed it with water and soap and sucked the water out of the cloth.

The last time that I ever saw Sara was very memorable to say the least.

See for each encounter after the first time we did anal, I figured that somehow she never fucked using her pussy. I asked her about it, and she said that her pussy was reserved for her boyfriend, who was also a Native American.