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Rhonda Gets Broke 2: The Dirty Diaries	By : TimedWatcher Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 7539 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Rhonda was out working late walking a downtown strip, which was not always a wise decision. With this job, it felt like she had a sixth sense for if a night was too crazy, and she'd stay in if that was the case. Tonight felt... okay. She was hoping someone would pick her up for a nice night at a motel or something. This was probably the fourth time she had walked up and down the same path, trying her best to seem inconspicuous about it, checking the same glass displays of mannequins in dresses she couldn't afford with pretend inquisitiveness once again.
"Humph!" Olga stepped out of a bar, stamping her foot.
Rhonda seemed interested in Olga's problem, hoping to rub it in. She leaned up against the brick building next to her, looking cool. "What's wrong? Broke a nail while jerking a guy?"
"It's not that." Olga shook her head. "That guy in there at the booth." Olga pointed him out. "I approached him and he told me he only wanted to see you." Her mouth clicked in disgust, her blue irises rolling up. "Tch- it's frustrating sometimes not being as young as you."
Rhonda's eyes wandered, a concern for herself that this was not an opportunity she could pass up. Maybe she could get him to pay double...
Rhonda got a little sweet. "Thanks for telling me, Olga."
A defeated Olga raised up off from the glass window she was against. "Have fun, I'm turning in early." Slinking off, Rhonda checked out her target again -- a middle aged man, of course. A bit of a gut, but she never minded for the right price. Rhonda didn't even stop at the door, as it wasn't kinda place that asked for ID. The air was noxious, the ceiling smoke filled. Pool balls collided with a clatter as she made her way to the overhanging orange lanterns that sat above every booth, the man's plate of food scarfed, the bones picked clean.
Rhonda pulled the straps down of her linen red dress, her heavy eyelashes fluttering. "Mmmm... you've heard about me, have you?" Getting a closer look, she didn't recognize him. Sure she saw a ton of guys, but a face was a face and she couldn't recall this one.
He wiped his greasy face. "Heh. Yeah. Never thought to try you out considering your age and all, but everybody tells me how great you are."
Rhonda flicked her hair back, tilting to the side. "What kinda action are you seeking from little old me?"
He belched. "Underneath the table kinda stuff. If that's okay."
Rhonda took a seat in front of him. "Watch me... disappear." And as she said so theatrically, she went limp, sliding underneath. Her knees were at least protected by a matted rug filled with dirt that stuck to her skin from the slight moisture build up. She was skinny enough to easily bypass the metal pole bolted to the ground, but while she did care about customer service, she was highly concerned about the gum stuck underneath the table, the germs and the possibility some of them might have retained their stickiness had her cautious -- but the feel of a slithering something, whether it was a bug or a mouse, made her jump. Her head banged, the dish above clinking. Although it was hard for him, he leaned over, his eye half visible to her. "You okay?"
Rhonda had been rubbing her head, but dropped the hand quickly once he had his eye on her, putting on her sexy act again. "Of course, dear. Just getting... comfortable~" Rhonda could hardly believe she was capable of making the worst of all worst places to seem like her amorous habitat.
That belt of his looked like it was gonna burst more than she was about to make him, his stomach clearly sticking out over it in a stained white shirt. Rhonda grazed the bulge, rubbing his thigh as she did, before undoing the buckle with trained speed. From his hole filled underwear, she made it flop out, it's semi-erection clearly from the lack of bloodflow it wasn't getting. His cock seemed as greasy as the food he had eaten, yet no matter. Rhonda held it aloft like it were one of Mr. Green's frankfurter's, as she was gonna make this oily thing shine real bright with her gussied up lips.
Jerking him, her hand pulled down on his skin, her fist landing into his gut as she did. It didn't look that bad... but as she approached it, the smell of his wrinkly fat balls stunk her brain. 'Woof, wow.' She mentally verbalized, not wanting to offend him. Still, she knew it had to be done. Her tongue met the head, and she nearly spat it up, the oiliness of his skin being an unwashed funk, and the precum of his like salted lemon juice, almost burning her. Her tear ducts ran, but she didn't cry, as she continued to lap at it, the penis finally unfurling a bit more, she watched it slowly move into an awkward bend -- an all around unattractive penis by her accounts.
She opened her mouth to attempt to swallow his mushroom tip, but pulled away, holding a fist over her mouth, looking like she wanted to vomit, as she continued stroking him, hoping he wouldn't notice her indecisiveness. 'This guy was gonna pay her big time for this.' Rhonda did her best to imagine it was her Frankie's rod, which allowed her to finally glomp her mouth onto it, and what she was tasting was actually ice cream -- her eyes shut harshly, a reflection of her imagination, as she stuffed that wiener of his deep down her mouth without fear. "Dang girlie... who taught you to suck like THAT?" Rhonda want to tell him to shut up, but her mouth was stuffed with too much sausage as she bobbed her head up and down, a slutty slurping escaping her, letting him know she was pretending to enjoy it.
'Come on cum - cum you fat pig. Cum!' Her mental suggestions did nothing to waver him over, as she sucked and slorped on it to no reaction, as she made no attempt to hide their discretions. Part of her wanted to get caught, because at least she might get paid without having to finish him off.
"Hold it there - hold it there girl. I'm gonna-" Rhonda praised the high heavens, her eyes hitting the top of her head as she practically rolled them out of her head. Oozing from like a broken hose, the ranch leaked down into her mouth before ending in a drip feed which never seemed to stop. Rhonda wanted to spit it out as soon as the stuff entered her mouth. An awful awful taste -- and she had swallowed down her share of loads. The foulness stewed on her tongue, wafting into her sinuses. The man was nothing but fat inside and out. She had to get rid of it, but just the thought of this acrid protein rubbing up against her gullet made her second-guess her actions. Rhonda held her nose with a pinch. "Gulp!" The slimy collection made it's way down.
Rhonda slipped out from under the table one hand at a time, before she was now hanging off its side, her head turned in disgust as she felt a cummy burp coming on that she had to repress, before finally being able to turn and face him, wanting to move on already. Fixing her dress first, she then threw her hand his way in a gimme gimme fashion. "Alright, pay up."
He seemed confused. "I did. That Olga girl said you worked for her."
Rhonda brought both her fists down. "WHAT!? I do NOT work for her!"
He slid up and out of the booth, looking flabbergasted. "Well I'm not paying twice!"
Rhonda reached for him, a desperation in her eyes and voice. "Come on! I need the money!"
He again threw his hands up, walking away, while a dejected looking Rhonda rested her face in her hands. Feeling her makeup askew, she bolted up. Rhonda stormed into the bathroom, absolutely steaming. 'SHE GOT ME AGAIN!' Her cheeks puffed out more than when she had the penis in her mouth as she fumbled with her purse, violently pushing things out of the way, before finally finding the needle in the haystack. The box of green mints rattled as she dumped nearly the whole into her hand, before hitting her teeth with them, allowing some down her throat while teething on some others. Usually she'd use these after rimjobs, or to keep her figure perfect -- substituting her breakfast, dinner and lunch with them, but right now they were her saviour, as she ingested the last remaining candied pills.
Calming down - only a trace remnant of his nastiness remaining - Rhonda began reapplying her lipgloss in a dirty cracked mirror, the light above flickering and humming, thinking about what just happened. She kissed out her lips. "What a fat pig. Gawd!" She wanted to call the cops so BADLY! Yet Rhonda knew that would put her on so many blacklists. She grumbled to herself. What was she gonna do now...
That's when the ladies door burst open, the female sign showing in the mirror for a moment as he stepped in, letting it swing shut. "Do you mind!?" Rhonda didn't turn away from the mirror as she said it, her brow furrowed a little.
He menacingly moved toward her. Rhonda jumped, startled, turning to face him, and as she threw up her hands as if to defend herself, her spaghetti arm was constrained easily. "I saw you blow that guy. He didn't even pay you or nothin'. You just did it."
"You don't understand, that wasn't-" He rushed her, turning her back to the mirror, then pressing her thighs into the sink, her body almost doubling over, as her left hand used the soap dispenser and her right held onto the mouldy tile. Throwing up her dress over her back, he began ripping off her luxury panties with a violent tug that almost felt like a wedgie for a moment -- the sparkly elastics pulling apart like stretched gum before snapping off completely. Rhonda would have clawed his face off if not for his immense strength.
He spat down between her budding young ass cheeks, not even having to spread them, as he lined up with her backdoor. Rhonda could feel it on her ring, a heavy sized head that was beating down her backdoor. Despite how many cocks she had taken up there, it was still a struggle to even feel it trying to get in -- Rhonda struggled, pushing back, which was the biggest no-no when it came to that area, but she couldn't help herself. HE DIDN'T PAY HER!
Sliding past her silky smooth cheeks, he bucked against her, sending her forward, wincing. "Ow ow ow ow! Stop!" Rhonda demanded to no avail, as this neanderthal was gonna have his way with her. That's when she went into the bargaining phase. She bashed her hand on the soap dispenser. "Use this as lube, please! Anything but just your spit!" She had guys use their spit as lube before, but they were much smaller. This thing was gonna scrape her inside!
Holding onto her narrow hips, he jabbed against her, which to Rhonda, felt like something just got torn. 'No no no no please don't rip me apart!' Rhonda squealed, her voice quiet and soft. "Oh god... oh god..." She repeated to herself in a stupor -- but after a couple more thrusts, it was clear he had done no permanent damage, and Rhonda, strangely felt herself willing to play along, a fire burning between her legs. "OooOOOoh FUuuuUUCk!" Her face read of discomfort in the mirror, but her pleasure was clear as she rubbed her puffy pink and hairless pussy. "Get off me you bastard!" She lied, as her thighs quivered together, a gusher of juices flowing between her knuckles as her hands got more furious.
"Shut up you little whore. You little slut. Did daddy teach you to take dick up your ass like that!?" His thick fingers dug deep into her mouth, a dental dam between her teeth, which set her brain ablaze as he didn't seem to care that she could bite him. He jiggled her head for a response. "Huh!?"
Rhonda could only drool over his manly fingers, before barely being to enunciate. "Yesh."
His gorilla grunting picked up pace, his own hips moving like a freight train, as Rhonda's ass was pummelled into submission, as she could barely hold on from the pain and her feeling like some kinda drooling retard. "Fuckin' oh fuck!" He groaned with a sneer, planting his flag as deeply as he could go, falling over a little as he did, as Rhonda felt the hot steamy load fill up her hole from top to bottom. Rhonda cooed at the sensation of being full of ejaculate but not having to worry about pregnancy, even as it felt like it was gonna boil her up.
Pulling himself with a pop, her anus gaped wide for only a moment, before softly breathing down to a much smaller looking rosebud as a trail of his goo followed out with him, running cool down towards her pussy lips, which looked like it was aching for more, but he wasn't. Rhonda's anus flexed for him, showing off how much was in there.
A zombie like Rhonda lowered the back of her dress, cringing as the loose material clung to her body via the discharge. From his pocket, he threw her a crinkled up bill onto her pathetic form. "Here, buy yourself a bus ride home kid."
Rhonda picked it up, furling it out and hoping for a big number, her eyes lit up for a moment as she couldn't tell at first, having to move her thumbs, her hands a bit shaky.
Ten dollars.
Ten lousy dollars for blowing a guy and getting it up the behind from another.
Rhonda scrunched up the Hamilton in her fist.
She was gonna make Olga pay one day...
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