I have only been with one streetwalker in my life, but it was around there. Totally by accident, but ended up being a tremenous turn of fortune.
Around 10 years ago I was waiting for a mate outside Lancaster Gate tube and this absolute stunner was standing outside kind of looking as though she was waiting for someone too. She kept peering up and down Bayswater Road.
She was the owner of hands down the best pair of legs I have ever seen in my life. They were long, smooth, deeply tanned, blemish free, strong lean thighs and the red stilletoes she was wearing made her calf muscles look just perfect. Add to this a thin gold chain around one ankle (which oddly always drives me wild!) and perfectly painted red toenails visible through her peep-hole shoes added to her very short miniskirt, and it would be safe to say my eyes were on her rather a lot.
She was pretty tall and statuesque with blonde hair, big painted lips, sexy blue eyes, good sized tits and a look about her which was very brassy. I love that look and I get excited by tarty looking girls, so I would have been looking.
Call me naive, but at this point I'd no idea that she was hooking. I know! Duh!
I am habitually early for everything so I'd been waiting for about 10 minutes and she clacked over on her stupendously high heels and asked in a strong Nottingham accent if I'd been stood up. She was very chatty friendly and quite funny. She said it looked like she'd been stood up by her mate too, so how did I fancy waiting with her... "my place is just round the corner and it's nice and cosy (this was a warm summer evening BTW) penny dropped, I text my mate to say I'm held up and off we go to her basement flat on Gloucester Terrace.
Long story short, this girl was fucking game!
We're barely in the door and her leather jacket comes off. She reaches under her skirt and rolls this tiny little dental floss g-string down her thighs and chucks it at me before reclining on the bed and spreading her legs as wide as they will go and starts playing with herself. I just ditched the Foreplay and got right up her. She was ace. Long lovely legs over the shoulders, balls deep pounding, moaning her head off and bellowing filth.
I was with her for nearly 2 hours and she was a dirty cow. Swallowed, rimmed, fingers up the arse, everything short of fucking her arsehole.
When we were chatting she told me that she came down from Nottingham and stayed four days of the week. She had a husband and two kids at home, was 34 years old. She agreed a regulars fee with me and swapped numbers "if I know I can see you for a couple of hours at a time, it keeps mefroth Out there and I know I've paid for my train fare in advance"
I ended up seeing her almost weekly for quite a while, and she got progressively more filthy. Eventually I got to fuck her up the arse (telling me "that's not for my husband. It's only for dirty bastards like you!")
So my only streetwalker experience, and quite by accident, but very memorable.