More Dirty Sex with Tania. Part Two

We drove on down the terrace street. The girls didn’t seem to be taking much notice of us, if any. Mind you there were plenty of punters driving around and by the time we had gone around the block the black girl had gone leaving only the white girl. “She looks like a real prostitute should look like,” said Tania looking her up and down. Buy now I had pulled my thong to one side and was enjoying milking my, by now, quite large cock I lent over and started to wank Tania to as we continued cruising the narrow terraced streets. This time we went right and entered yet another street but this time, seemingly a bit quieter. “Well this seems a good spot,” suggested Tania. I quickly pushed my cock up under my crutch, pulled my thong in tight and prepared to get out. “I’ll go around the block and come around again to pick you up”. Out I got and Tania drove off. Suddenly I was on my own, in a strange town, stood on a street corner and dressed as a prostitute. I know this may sound strange but it was the absolute best feeling in the world!!!

Although the street was obviously only on the edge of the red-light area there were still plenty of punters about cruising around. A large dark coloured BMW pulled to a stop. “Looking for business,” he shouted across to me. I walked over and lent towards him. He was white, smartly dressed in a suit and tie. “Its £20 for a blow job, in the car, but you’ll have to wait till I tell my friend”. “ Okay I’ll pull over there,” he said pointing to a space about ten yards further down the road. Within a minute or so Tania’s red Mondeo pulled around the corner. Tania was smiling at me and nodded for me to get back in the car. I walked over and again lent in the window “Your not going top believe this but I’ve got a punter lined up. He wants a blowjob and I’ve agreed. What do you think? Should I go?” I thought at first that Tania would be mad at me.