Paulagurl69's blog post - On the docks with Linda

I watched as Linda's last client tucked his cock away before coming out of the shadows of the narrow back street. She got up wiping some dirt off her knees.
“You’ve got some cum on the side of your mouth darling”, I said before kissing her and licking it off. “mmm a Finish sailor”.
“How do you know that Paula”?
“His cum tastes like vodka”.
“Could be Russian”.
“No it is Finlandia Vodka”.
“You lush”.
“You whore”
“Slut”
“Cunt”
“Did you make any money tonight Paula”?
“Yep, I picked a sailors pocket while his trousers were down around his ankles, gave him such fantastic head he never noticed”.
“Thief”.
“Bottom Bitch”.
“Anyway he was a Pom, and I fucking hate Poms, so full of themselves, serves him right”.
“I had a Pom fuck me tonight Paula, he wanted his money back. Reckoned I was so loose he couldn’t feel me. Said that he could fire the ships missile up my arse and I wouldn’t know about it”.
“He does have a point”.
“Cunt”.
“Slut”.
We walked off home in the early morning light, I reached across feeling Linda's sexy bare buttocks as she swayed her hips, the only sound being the clicking of our stiletto’s on the pavement.
I pushed my fingers between her arse cleavage, feeling the dampness of her thong against her sex hole, before lifting it to finger her inside her dripping cunt. I put the finger to my mouth tasting what the sailor had left behind.
“He was from London Linda”.
“How do you know”?
“Tastes like Beefeaters Gin”, fits of giggles.
“Double lush Paula”.
“Double cunt”
“Double whore”’
“Double bottom bitch”
I pushed three fingers inside her.
“What the fuck are you doing now Paula”?
“Looking for missiles honey”
“Triple cunt Paula”.
“Triple loose cunt Linda”.
“Triple Lush, slut Paula”.
“Triple bottom faggot bitch Linda”.
Our conversation had reached new heights……………………
P.S. I really do like Poms, except when we play cricket against them, they cheat by using boiled lollies, tee hee.