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Rhonda Gets Broke 2: The Dirty Diaries	By : TimedWatcher Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 7433 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Walking down busy sounding streets, a jackhammer rattled off in the distance. Still, it was less noisy than the boarding home. Not that she'd be living there for long, considering her financial situation. How was she so strapped for cash?
Well... there was that dress...
And that purse...
Oh and, she couldn't forget the very nice looking black heels she was wearing right now.
Still, it was all within her usual budget and spending.
Thoughts drifted to those poor souls, Lila and Olga, as a vision of two girls crying then played in her head.
Right... Rhonda had been buying meals for those two. Those two down on their luck cases were gonna be the death of her - or at least her credit score.
Speaking of those two, she suddenly heard overly giggley voices -- which was odd considering the state of them the last time she saw them. They were skipping about, holding hands, some kind of ice cold coffee drink in a plastic container in each of their free hands, a casualness in each of their wrists as they held it with their pinkies out, a piece of loose hoop jewelry slinging around their wrists, signifying they were besties.
Changed out from their ratty looking schoolgirl outfits, Olga was in a long sleeved white shirt with exposed cleavage, and a shorter sleeved yellow one was on Lila, who didn't have much to show. They both sported the same short shorts, tacky sunglasses, pristine looking hair with not a single smudge of dirt on their faces. Something seemed off... they were just so happy now. Still, Rhonda wrote them off entirely, trying to focus on her own money problems.
Then she stopped.
Wait a minute
THOSE WERE DESIGNER!
Rhonda skid in place, turning with a look of confused disgust, as her brow furrowed, and she crumpled up the paper she had written all her finances on with a tight fist, angry as she could get.
You two... you two! You two screwed me worse than any of my customers.
Rhonda approached with stiff footed anger, but her austerity and elegance belied her feelings. She called out their names. "You two are doing well for yourselves." She could hardly contain her boiling.
"Oh yah, lil sis!" Olga's shrill valley voice came. "Believe it or not, we never have trouble finding work." Before Rhonda could grill her, Olga pushed herself away. "Me and Lila got another date, and as I'm sure you know, we're never late to any of our appointments. Toodles and kiss kisses!" That teeth grating voice and attitude made her understand that baboon of a girl Helga for once.
She wanted to give chase and pursue them, but like Olga said, they never missed a date, and neither did Rhonda -- unless it was to be fashionably late.
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"Jesus... she's how old?" One of them at least trying to act like a conscientious objector.
He snorted. "Yeah, but she sucks a mean cock."
The guy who had been complaining suddenly changed his stance, not minding Rhonda's age as he took his place. Guys like him, both single and married, lined up around the corner of a building, as men who utterly trounced Rhonda in terms of physical size, shifted their pants, some redoing their belts before leaving, while a couple got back in line like it were a carnival ride, hoping to go again.
Rhonda, sloppy with cum and sweating from her pores, wiped herself down as she approached the alley exit with them, a few unable to look at her, while a few others were quite proud of what they had done, not caring in the least about her age. Rhonda curled her finger, inviting in the next group. "Alright, next five guys." Rhonda wiggled her hips as she walked, throwing up her hand casually to the paper affixed with scotch tape, which had a list of Rhonda's prices:
Masturbate on me: $5
Handjob: $25
Oral: $30
My pussy: $50
My ass: $100
The works: $200
Rhonda was having a fire sale, everything on her body had to go -- at least once. As a whore (a term she liked better than 'working girl'), Rhonda liked to show off she was still a blue blood at heart with her fashion choices - but now she was on the dreaded assembly line of sex, her body fully nude, with the only exception being her knees, which were covered by her old neon pink kneepads from when she was in first grade. For the first time in a long time, Rhonda went for practicality over pleasing aesthetics, though she did like the four white flower petals surrounding the simply painted bunny rabbit.
"I've been saving for a day like this - and she's giving it away practically for free." He kissed his wad of cash, before letting it fall into the clear glass jar.
Rhonda did a dance, pushing down her ass into the air, before throwing her hips twice to the left, then twice to the right, as her hands ran up and down her twiggy body, showing off her ribs. Despite her super model good looks, she was still only half their sizes, and needed a stool to stand on if she were to try and meet them eye to eye. "Boys, I'm sorry, but I don't have a lot of time - and you couldn't normally afford this anyway - so quit staring and fuck me already."
They got the message, as the streetwalking kid was thrown with ease by the burly men onto the cardboard she had spread out for herself. Rhonda rose up onto her knees with practiced vivaciousness, her shoulders pulled back, but her arms pressed to her chest, getting what little growth there to seem just that hint bigger. The boldest man was up first, pants down, penis out. Rhonda beat the floppy dick stiff, running her fist down to its base with a sexual adrenaline coursing through her - normally one like this would require both her hands, but she could handle it with just the one, her wrist looking absolutely dainty with her hand barely able to wrap around the cock, more or less stroking it, unable to get a full grip.
He of course wanted more, forcefully stabbing himself forward, her hand hitting the base of his prick as she did her best to hold him back. Her teeth gnashed with it mere inches from her lips. With a nudge, leaving a trail of precum flowing from her nose, she got the message, as she held out her tongue in a curved welcome like it were stairs - which he ignored, as he shoved it into her face and past her teeth/gums.
*GLRK*, *CHRK*
Rhonda had sucked her share of cocks already, and she tried her best to tame this beast he was presenting her, but to no avail. Eventually allowing it to be thrusted in and out without her control - she just held onto his hips as it hit the back of her throat, no gag reflex in sight. "Fuck, you are one good little cocksucka." He commented, running his hand through her hair.
"Hey what is this? Come on, we paid for the same thing." If Rhonda were richer and more prestigious, she'd flick them away with a twist of her wrist, but that wasn't her reality now, as she was sucking off maybe a construction worker in his partially unbuttoned flannel. If she was gonna do this, she was gonna be the best at it - or at least perceived to be the best. She pulled away, inviting them. She felt around for them like she were blind, finding their steel rods in the dark, before doing a full throated steel grip of her own, as Rhonda gave the same attention to the other two cocks beside him, sometimes getting just her hands or her mouth, but getting her share of the attention all the same.
*PWOP*, *POP*, *SLLLLRP*
She felt her main focus of attack fire hard discharges down her gullet - ones she swallowed without care, even if it tasted terribly acidic, but then the one on the left began to erupt in her palm, getting Rhonda to slide her mouth off and onto the business man's cock which was mild tasting in comparison, as the construction worker continued his volley, making a mess of her of cheek, and finally, the one on the right, the casual dresser, had to be contained, as Rhonda was glad to get a taste of his salty sweet cream.
They flopped around their shloppy knobs, trying to get hard again, a sight she appreciated, but Rhonda was pulled by her ankle and onto her hands knees, a gesture she wasn't expecting, but it excited her. With a violent hock, he spat over both her holes, but mainly aimed for her cunt. Rhonda flicked what hair wasn't stuck to her over her ear, as she looked towards the red tanned man's face. "You big ape!" She stated with a haughtiness while wagging her goosebump filled ass in the man's direction, a sight he beheld and adored.
He knew where it had been, but he didn't care, as he stuck his tongue deep into her reddened and beaten pussy, forcing her netherlips wide open. Rhonda's thin little thighs squirmed at the feeling as that slimy wet organ tried to worm its way in. The folds, despite seeing their share of cock, were still pressed tight, puffy and virginal looking. "I'm gonna fuck you so good." He said as he ran his thumb against her always tight looking yet sore asshole - the size of his thumb covering the entrance easily, as he felt a combination of her sweat and semen. He pushed against it, but her starfish was resistive.
He stood in a stout position over her, his chubby cock slapping against her child sized ass to make sure it was ready, before pressing into it. "Ooooohng, ahn-" Rhonda didn't scream or shout, but just concentrated internally in widening out that hole of hers. It hurt, but scaring off customers was bad, and inviting unwanted attention was worse. Rhonda jolted forward, but held her place on the unforgiving rough surface beneath her, thankful once again for her kneepads. As her hands ran against the cement, she wished she had worn gloves as well. He fucked her with pure violent strength behind his thrusts, with Rhonda barely able to stop herself from careening face first into the asphalt.
"Lift her up." Somebody asked, and the man fucking her up the ass did, opening her up by her gangly looking knees to somebody that was red hot for her, like an incinerator was against her pussy lips, as she felt him rub up against her, thankful for the pleasure as he swished her up, before affixing himself, spreading her open further. Rhonda was split wide down the middle, as her long limbs flopped about like a fish. Her hair had become loose, the hairspray worthless, as it flounced around her face, lashing her eyes and mouth, but Rhonda couldn't care as she stared up into the blue skies, the double penetration driving her mad, yet despite her age, she was a raging and wanton slut that knew how to handle every cock thrust her way, jerking off and sucking off whatever was presented her way, almost on instinct.
It went on like this for hours, but it would tamp down - only so much money and so many guys willing to pay to fuck a girl like her. Rhonda was covered in a mess of wads, her body drenched, leaking from her every orifice - her normally blue-black hair was now streaky, crusting over with white stains. It was gonna be a real bitch to clean while not getting loose ends. Rhonda even thought she was wrapped up and could get dressed, when one man approached her. "I'm still taking requests."
'Please god don't ask for anal...' Was all she could think.
"You know those fat loads those guys busted up your ass?" He presented a Jackson. "I'll pay you this twenty if you eat it."
"Out of what-" Before she could even finish her question, he presented her with a styrofoam cup. Rhonda stared with a grimness down into the empty shading that existed there, her imagination more wild than what it'd actually look like.
Placing it down between her feet, she spread her legs out a moment, but had to tighten herself up, feeling some of it already excreting from both holes, resulting in a disgusting lukewarm feel as it ran down her body, before becoming almost an almost icy sensation, giving her goosebumps. Rhonda hated that she was agile enough to deliver what he wanted, as she crouched down over it, her pussy flexing. Trying to get comfortable doing this was already a problem, but it wasn't helping that he paced around her, trying to view every angle of her he could.
Considering what she got up to, he couldn't believe he got her to do something embarrassing, her face flush and red. Seeing her teeth grit got him all worked up, as he watched her asshole flex, then wink, before expanding - as the chalky colored substance began to leak, shoved out unceremoniously with almost birthing pushes and pulses, starting with a solid silent spray, before becoming a draining drip out of that dime sized O-ring, a nice contrast with the dirty white on the reddish pink.
It felt strangely good to Rhonda to have all that out of her, like a cleansing ritual -- but she knew what had to be done next.
She reached down and picked it up. Rhonda looked at the swirly, frothy mess; her nose crinkled at the smell - she held it shut in a pinch and managed to allow this nasty concoction to fall down like a slow motion avalanche, as it went down with a disgustingly slow slide towards her mouth. As the murky tasting goblet of seed graced her lips, Rhonda made it worse in her head, anticipating just how it'd feel as she couldn't help but stare daggers at her customer over the cup she held, pinky raised.
She nearly coughed it back up instantly with a gag, taking several pauses, her original plan of swigging it all down at once to get it over with a failure. She held back an unladylike hiccup - the need to vomit a possibility -- so much cum she had already swallowed today, she didn't need another ounce of it. Rhonda winced painfully after a chug, sticking out her tongue at him to make sure he knew that she did it, "Aaaaah~", before wiping her face with the back of her fist, as she exchanged the now empty cup for the money.
If given the opportunity, Rhonda could fall in love with herself - kissing not only wouldn't be a problem, it'd be a privilege - but eating out spunk from her own pristine and perfect ass was like eating out of a garbage can - she was above this.
Or so she thought.
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With her rent paid off, Rhonda had a long, long - LONG, shower. Under the hot water, she still shivered, parts of her still sensitive to her own touch, which she did her best to be delicate with. She grabbed at her own shoulders, holding herself - almost falling asleep as she watched water bounce off her soft pink nipples before going into the drain.
Even after the soothing drench, Rhonda ached all over as she crawled into bed with her man. Sex was the last thing on her mind cuddling up next to him, but she knew she had to make him happy, as her hand groped at his groin. She went through her usual motions, borderline unhinging her jaw for his penis. "MmmMmph! Bleh-" Frankie's stiff dick fell from her lips, as she crawled up his body, motioning for a kiss.
He shifted, his hands folded behind his head. "Don't look at me, babe." Rhonda seemed confused - hurt. Frankie always played it cool - even when he was not being nice. "Baby, I don't want to touch you right now."
She jumped up and out of bed, letting Frankie know of her displeasure as she did, while going towards her closet with a tear in her eye, as she got dressed, throwing on a scarf that felt like she was tying a noose and a red dress coat that left her knees and legs exposed. Rhonda struggled with her more casual heels, smacking them violently, as if to still let Frankie know what she was doing. "Ugh!" Frustrated, she turned the knob and slammed the door -- hearing then one of her neighbours shout at her for the noise.
Rhonda stared down her collar, nose buried in the fine material of the yellow scarf, as she walked down the steps of the boarding house, the night time of the city taking her in, as she walked with hands in her pockets, as some of the still working street lamps reflected like sparkles off her dress, others too dim to do it.
"Hello Rhonda." A strange filtered voice came up from behind her.
Before Rhonda could give her usual spiel on how she was off the clock, she was grappled and held in place -- and not in the way she liked, as the smell of wet vinegar hit her nostrils.
Was Frankie going to-
Then everything went dark.
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