The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose - Part 1 - The Street Whore

The Dirty Boots of Dusty Rose

Part 1 – The Street Whore

Dusty Rose was an American Indian who was extremely attractive but a little on the plump side and she always wore a little too much makeup. She was constantly getting rips in the ass of her jeans because her ass was bigger than what the jeans could hold. When the rips opened up the ass below the pocket, one could see she was either wearing no underwear or just a pair of black pantyhose that looked shredded. She really didn’t care if her ass was exposed. It was good for business. She was a street hooker who worked down on the east side. The other girls there did it mostly for drugs and money for their pimps. Dusty did it because she liked being a whore, having control, and getting paid for it. Her only real vices were her love for cheap red wine and smoking pot.

She refused most of the usual dates and was only interested in men and women who were submissive and wanted to be used and abused by her. Her usual attire was the trashy jeans tucked inside a pair of knee high dirty black or red leather boots. On the top she usually wore a leather or denim vest with no bra. In winter she wore only a leather biker jacket covering her bare breasts which were covered in tattoos.

On hot summer nights she would wear a pair of short, ripped, and faded blue jean shorts that showed most of her ass. It was also the time of year she liked to walk barefoot on the city streets. Her feet would get very dirty but she knew that was a turn on for the submissive foot lickers who would pay to masturbate and clean her feet with their tongue. She was arrested once for wearing the trashy shorts but they really brought in the business, so she always took a chance on the hot nights and days. The fine was $100 but in two days she could bring in more than $1000 for just getting her feet licked clean or kicking the shit out of some wimp who wanted to worship her ass and jerk off.

Johnny was a wimp. He loved to get kicked around on the floor naked by a woman fully dressed in dirty boots or high heels. His girlfriend Mavis was two timing him that hot summer night, seeing the hunk who worked in the warehouse where she was a secretary. She told Johnny she was going out with the girls but he knew it was a lie. He didn’t care because she knew how to whip his ass down in her mother’s basement and degrade him to the point where he was in tears. Women like that were far and few between. He craved abuse and humiliation from trashy women.

Tonight he was alone and cruising the skid row area of town when he saw Dusty sitting at the bus stop. She was wearing her jeans and boots and her tits were almost falling out of her denim vest. He especially noticed her high lace up black leather boots that were caked in mud. He could almost taste the mud and broke into a sweat as he swung his car around the next corner and raced around the block, nearly running over a stray dog in the excitement.

He turned around the corner, barely stopping at the stop sign, nearly crashing into a car moving in the direction he was going. His heart sank as the same car pulled over ahead of him at the bus stop where Dusty was. She got up, leaned in the window, chatting to make a deal Johnny thought. His heart pounded as he gazed at her ass which had a large rip exposing her ass crack. She flicked her cigarette butt to the curb and got in the stranger’s car.

Johnny’s mouth was dry, his cock was rock hard, and his heart was pounding. His only hope was to wait and hope she would come back to the same spot after a quick date. He pulled over, shut off the motor, and checked the clock. 9:15pm. She shouldn’t be long…..he had to see her again…..please God, bring her back to the bus bench…The traffic moved noisily past him, spraying water from the rainstorm an hour before. The night was humid. He could hardly wait to see her again or would he?

To be continued…….