1 comments/ 7328 views/ 0 favorites Sidney By: Rico Suave I'd like to tell you about one of the most memorable nights of my life and the girl that made it so. Her name is Sidney. A self described nymphomaniac, she and I did things that magical night that simply blew my mind. Let me start by describing her. She has beautiful long wavy brown hair that hangs down past her shoulders, a deceptively innocent looking and beautiful smile along with deep brown eyes that make me melt every time she looks at me. Standing 5'6" tall, she is not skinny, but nor is she at all fat. She has a wonderfully full figure, what I like to call 'deliciously healthy'. She also has a great ass and perfect 38C breasts. I wanted to fuck her from the first time I ever saw a picture of her. Oh, and one more thing. She's 19. Meanwhile I stand about 5'10, with brown hair and blue eyes that most women tell me is my best feature. I also sport a goatee and truth be told, I happen to carry a few extra pounds. I seem to wear it well though and I think I still have a decent butt, or at least so I'm told. I'm 36 years old and I'm married. Now I never imagined that I'd ever actually get to do all the things to her that I'd fantasized about time and time again. After all, she is from Florida and I live in California. You can't get much further apart than that. So I just never figured any would actually go on between in, as least not until she came out west on vacation with her family that is. We met over the internet. We passed hot and heavy e-mails back and forth for a while, eventually graduating to discreet late night instant messaging. I had to be careful not to let my wife find out. It wasn't like I was actually cheating on her; though I knew what I was doing was wrong. I just couldn't help myself though. I'm weak when it comes to women and Sidney is just absolutely gorgeous. After a few months of this, I began buying prepaid phone cards so I could call her. We began to have hot phone sex. I loved talking to her about how much I wanted to lick her pussy and slide my cock deep into her while she masturbated herself to orgasm, the sound of which never failed to bring me to my own brain popping climax. I could tell she really enjoyed making me so horny and making me cum so hard. I wanted her real bad, but I knew I'd never have her. Along the way we got to know each other pretty well, and not just sexually. She is a really fantastic young woman. Then one day she told me something that changed my life forever. She and her family were coming out to San Francisco on vacation. She wanted to meet me to live out our fantasies. My cock was instantly hard. I arraigned to be out that night, supposedly playing poker with the boys. Sidney wasn't going to be able to get away from her mother, her mother's girlfriend and her brother for much more than a night nor would I be able to satisfactorily explain a night out away from my wife. We both knew we'd only have the one chance to taste sweet temptation. I met her not far from her hotel in the City. She was a sight to behold in a black skirt that went to about mid thigh and 3 inch black heels. Knowing just what color I really wanted to see her wearing, she wore a hot pink ¾ sleeve blouse that really complimented her lovely large breasts. I was dressed in gray slacks and a blue dress shirt. Blue is my best color. It was early December in San Francisco which meant it was cold. Though she had a long coat on, she obviously wore no bra. Her nipples were rock hard and poked out so seductively at me. I love seeing a woman's nipples so hard. I knew she was not wearing any panties, she never did. We'd arraigned to meet at 6 pm at a Starbucks near her hotel. She told me the rest of her family had just left for dinner to be followed by the play Les Miserables at the Curran Theater. She had told them she was going to have to take a pass on the play as it would be the only chance she would have to meet up with an old high school girlfriend of hers that was going to school down the peninsula at Stanford. They didn't expect her back until 1 am. Her family was staying at the historic Nob Hill Hotel near downtown. I'd made sure to rent a room there myself. At $200 per night, it is a really classy place with very fancy and romantic rooms. I wanted this night to be really special. I had gotten a room up on the 3rd floor. Located on a hill, Nob Hill of course, it had a beautiful view. We had a coffee and talked for a little while, getting comfortable and telling each other how nice it was to finally meet, before we made our way there. After we entered the elevator on our way up to the room, the sexual tension erupted. As the doors closed our lips met and we embraced in a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled and our hands quickly began to explore each others bodies. Her hand went straight for my bulging crotch, rubbing my hard, aching cock through the fabric of my slacks. Encouraged by this, my hand was soon up her skirt, confirming that she wore no panties and did indeed shave her sweet beautiful pussy. The ride up was over it seemed, as soon as it started. We quickly exited and found our room. Once inside, the passion only increased as we worked quickly to remove each other's clothes. Our shirts came off first; me first, followed by her. As I lifted her top up over her head, exposing her incredible breasts to me in person for the first time, my breath left me and my eyes bulged at their beauty. Her nipples were an exquisite shade of pink and they got really rock hard. They were absolutely perfect for sucking on. The breasts themselves were really quite nice. More than a mouthful to be sure, but not overly big, and very firm yet at the same time soft. I felt almost like I could just look at them for hours. I wanted to lower my mouth to them right then, but before I could, she reached down to unfasten my pants. She dropped to her knees, lowering my pants so that I could step out of them. She then reached up and pulled my baby blue boxer briefs down to my ankles releasing my achingly hard cock from its restraint. As I stepped out of them, she tossed them aside and stood back up, her right hand found and took hold of my cock as she did. "Oh God!" I cried out as I felt her hand take hold of my manhood in her soft hands. Our lips locked again and my hands reached around behind her and found the zipper on her skirt as she softly stroked me. It quickly found the floor leaving her as naked as the day she was born. We made our way swiftly over to the bed. She sat on the edge, positioning me in front of her, once again taking hold of my cock in her right hand. Leaning forward, she swirled her tongue teasingly around the tip of my dick for a few seconds, before finally, thankfully she sucked the head of my prick into her mouth. I let out a loud gasp as I felt my cock enter her mouth for the first time. So many times before I'd fantasized as I lay in bed masturbating, imagining what it would be like to see my dick in her mouth. Now that it was actually happening, I couldn't believe how incredible it felt. I wanted badly for her to begin to suck me in earnest. Sensing my eagerness, she soon had all six achingly hard inches in her mouth. I cried out loudly as I slid into her mouth. It felt so much better than I'd thought it could, and it looked even better. Women look so sexy sucking cock in my opinion, and Sidney looked like a goddess sitting there on the edge of the bed, with my dick sliding in and out past her soft, delectable lips. She knew how badly I'd wanted this and knew exactly what I wanted her to do when I came. She wasted no time, working quickly and passionately. Her right hand stroked my cock in rhythm with her mouth. Her left hand was between her legs rubbing her clit furiously. She knows that I love it when a woman plays with her pussy as she sucks a man's cock. It normally takes women awhile to make me cum orally. I think I just tense up too much. Either that or I've never really had a really great blowjob (well except maybe for the first time a girl got me off in her mouth but that had extenuating circumstances and this isn't the time or place for that story). To my disappointment, my wife isn't really into sucking cock. It took Sidney only a couple of minutes before I felt my load rising up from my balls. Sensing my imminent climax, she reached up with her left hand and found my balls and began to massage them. This was more than I could take. Later she would suck me teasingly, bringing me close before backing off several times before letting me cum. I wanted that. But not now and she knew that too. I cried out that I was going to cum and I knew she would not pull away. She knew how badly I wanted to shoot my hot cum in her mouth and down her throat. She knew it turned me on to no end to see a woman swallow a man's load. She was more than up for the task. When the moment came, she didn't miss a beat, continuing to suck me hard until she had milked me dry. She swallowed as much as she could, but I'd not masturbated in a few days, preparing for this moment, and my load was just too much to take. Cum dribbled out past her lips, down her chin, dripping down to her breasts. It was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen. That is until she scooped up all that hot, sticky cum with her finger and licked it clean. Fucking incredible. Without a word she laid back on the bed, knowing it was now her turn. She looked so beautiful as she lay naked before me. I'd waited a long time for this moment as well. She then spread her legs for me, displaying the most beautiful pussy I'd ever laid eyes on. "Please eat my pussy!" she said softly to me, shattering the hypnosis I'd succumb to. Her words were soft but the tone was urgent. I resisted the temptation to go straight to her pussy. I lay down on the bed next to her and began to kiss her deeply again. She moaned softly and whimpered lightly, obviously wanting badly for me to reciprocate. My right hand had found her left breast and was softly caressing her. When it became apparent that she could not take any more, I began to kiss my way down her chin and neck, to her chest. I took my time and kissed her delicious skin all over. Down her sexy abs to just above where I knew she longed for me to be. She wanted to feel my tongue on her pussy, licking her and sucking her clit. She wanted to feel my fingers on her sex, rubbing and probing her sweet honey pot. I wanted to tease her a little bit first. As I passed my mouth just over her pussy, I made sure she could feel my hot breath on her visibly wet lips, before I found her left inner thigh and began to kiss my way down her leg. I kissed softly and slowly all the way down her leg until I reached her foot which I kissed all over, even sucking on her toes. She seemed to like that and I moved over to her right foot and began to do the same to it. She began rubbing her pussy and pleading with me not to tease her anymore. She told me she needed me to make her cum. I slowly began to kiss my way up her right leg, particularly enjoying her delicious thighs. I love her legs. They are so sexy. She was getting flustered and her hand was now furiously lashing at her clit. As I got close now to the spot I'd dreamed of being in, I stopped and lifted up to take in the sight before me. Our eyes connected and without words we said so much. I then lowered my mouth to her awaiting pussy. The aroma of her sex was deliciously intoxicating. Sidney used both hands then to spread her lips, opening herself up to me, inviting me in. My lips met her slit and my tongue darted inside. Instantly my mouth was filled with her delicious juice. She tasted more wonderful than I'd even imagined. Soon however, my tongue found her clit and her body jerked and spasmed. She had wanted this so badly herself that she came almost the instant my lips found her sensitive button. I quickly went got down to business with her clit, concentrating on it with my tongue, using swirling and flicking techniques nearly perfect through years of eating pussy. Experience matters and my experience was now being concentrated on making her pussy feel better than any other man's tongue had ever done before me. My fingers explored her hot, dripping wet and velvety soft pussy, first one then another and another. Then one of those fingers left her pussy and found her tight little asshole and began to press into her. She pressed back, wanting to feel a finger inside her tight rectum as my two other fingers fucked her vagina and my tongue danced on her clit. It didn't take much of this before she was once again cumming hard in my face. This time it was much more pronounced and the result was spectacular. Her body tensed up and her back arched while her hands gripped the sides of my head and pressed my face hard into her pussy, seeming to want to push me all the way inside, It was such a beautiful sight to behold and she sounded equally incredible, letting out a almost primal scream announcing her impending explosion. "Yes, Yes, Yes!" she cried out over and over as she lost control of her body under the ministrations of my tongue. I had no intention of stopping now and indeed I ate her pussy for another 45 minutes or so, extracting several more intense orgasms before she finally pulled me away stating that she could take no more. I'd eaten her pussy for over an hour and elicited at least a half a dozen climaxes since my last climax and my cock was once again hard as a rock. I moved upward and positioned myself before pressing the head of my dick up against her swollen vaginal lips. I pushed the head inside of her just a little, and she let out a loud gasp as I did. I pulled it back out. I then pushed myself inside her just a little bit deeper, no more than an inch and a half, before once again extracting myself. My pace was slow and I penetrated her slowly, entering her just a little more with each thrust as I worked my way deeper and deeper into her. Now the average sexual experience lasts maybe 7 minutes. That means the man will usually be fully inside the woman no more than 30 seconds into intercourse. It was at least 2 ½ to 3 minutes before I finally pushed my way all the way into her. Intent on making this last and be as special and gratifying as possible, I was taking my time to do it right. My cock was truly a tool as I worked with it to get Sidney as stimulated as I could. Over the next ten minutes in this position, I used varying paces and techniques to incite and inflame her passion until she was cumming once again, this time coating my cock inside her with her cum. Screaming out loudly, she was begging me to fuck her harder and harder and I was complying with her request, pounding into her. As before with my tongue, she was quite vocal when she came. It was all I could do not to cum just yet. I didn't want to cum yet because I still wanted to fuck her from behind. I love to enter a woman as she kneels on her hands and knees in front of me. It's a visual thing. I love the way it looks. My hands pulled her ass cheeks apart allowing better access as I pushed myself back into her. As I started to fuck her this way, Sidney began to do something else she knew I wanted her to. She began talking very dirty to me. I'd confided in her how much I love it when the woman I'm fucking starts telling me all sorts of dirty things. Not just things like how good it feels or to fuck her hard, but to satisfy my kinkier streak, telling me how much she loved cock inside her. Lots of cock. She started telling me she wished I could watch her fuck other guys, and how she wished she'd had a cock in her mouth right now as I fucked her, or even that I'd be the cock in her mouth as the other guy fucked her. The talk was getting me off big time. I had an ex girlfriend once that used to say and do all sorts of dirty things for me and I loved it. It didn't take much of Sidney talking dirty to me before the sperm were welling up in my balls. I began spanking her ass and crying out to her that I was gonna cum. "Cum in me baby, cum in me hard!" she cried out in return. My jism gushed from the tip of my dick filling her, warming her and inducing one final climax from her. We came together for what seemed like minutes before we finally collapsed together in a heap. We both knew that we'd both just cum harder than either of us had ever cum before. It was the most satisfying release of pent up sexual desire I'd ever known that's for sure. We laid there naked in each others arms for an hour talking, cuddling and savoring the moment. We talked about lots of things but eventually the talk subject turned to sex. This got us both aroused once again and our hands began to roam. Sidney's Skeeter Hunt One hundred and seventy-five miles north of Tallahassee Florida, Sidney Greene tried to act calm, act like he was enjoying a few perfect moments with his darling wife and daughter. In truth, the morning had been an unending misery; the grandchild's soccer game seemed like it was never going to be over. Sidney thought that soccer for toddlers was one of the dumbest things he had ever had to endure. The mothers of the players were all more concerned that their children didn't get dirty than they were about who won or who did a good job. Sidney watched all the single mothers as they tried to give their children the illusion of a father figure with a man they had paid to coach their kids for a few hours a week. Good efforts were rewarded with cheers as well as the poorer efforts, girls who refused to try, going through the motions just to please their mothers, were cheered as loudly as the girls who really gave it their best. The boys were cautioned to not try too hard because they could hurt somebody. Finally it was judged to be a tie with no one having to face the hardship of losing, or being allowed the thrill of winning. After the game, he had taken Sharon, his wife and their daughter Rene with her two girls to Sunday dinner at the Holiday Inn restaurant. It had been a pleasant meal and all of them enjoyed it. He had enjoyed their enjoyment. The grandchildren were very well behaved and Sidney had to admit that, in spite of the lack of competition allowed in the game, Rene was doing a good job of raising the kids. He endured the meal, doing his best to be a good father and grandfather, until he could take it no more. Throwing a sawbuck on the table for a tip, he herded the two yapping females and the children toward the door. Home at last he hurried up stairs for his already packed suitcase. Hugging both wife and daughter, kissing and hugging both the little soccer players, he got into the car and backed out of the driveway. Waving one arm out the window he watched as the dust and distance blotted out his life behind him. At last it is over and he is free; like a snake shedding its skin he left the insurance salesman's life he had been living. All the women in his life thought that he was off on a fishing trip, but it was much more than that. In the Bible Jesus tells his disciples he would make them fishers of men. Well this week-end he was going to be a fisher of women. This week-end he was going to become a very big fish in a very small pond. He was going to be like God to some woman, and he was going to enjoy it. Outside the tinted glass of his Caddy mile after mile of the rolling hills of South Georgia rushed by. Once Sidney crossed into Florida and passed through the rolling hills that surround the city of Tallahassee the land leveled out becoming waterlogged swamps which the road cut through, straight as an arrow. On each side of that straight line of asphalt there was a solid wall of thick trees, sometime with vines and bushes so thick that nobody could walk through without a machete, other times with black water surrounding the tree trunks for as far as you could see. Back in the sixties Pat Frank wrote a book called 'Alas Babylon' where people came here to survive the nuclear war. In the book it was so far away from anything worth bombing that you would be safe here. Sidney saw nothing to make him think that much had changed since when the book had been written. No curves, no hills, no traffic to speak of, he rushed along, five miles an hour below the limit, toward his greatest adventure in years, maybe the greatest ever. The boring roads of 'The arm pit of Florida' allowed his mind to dwell on more pleasant subjects. So much depended on finding the right girl, but he had time, and it was a warm sunny day. They would all be in their little short shorts and T shirts, tanned and sexy strolling down the sidewalk. He remembered the last trip down here, it might well be the best sex he had had since college. His mind circled the memory of the first time he had seen her, red hair glistening in the sun, like a beacon, drawing his attention. Long and wavy it moved in the wind changing colors as the light hit it, constantly changing like a flame. The sexy flame ran down her back, directing his eyes to her slim waist and nicely shaped ass, and two perfect legs. She had the look of raw sex on the hoof. He had offered her a ride, she had accepted and before he could drive the two miles to the room, she had cast a spell on him. He hoped he could find the one called Skeeter; there was something about her that had stuck in his mind ever since that one night. He remembered how soon he had gone through his allotted money after she had spent that hour or so with him. It wasn't like she was charging for her body. Rather it was like she was a party animal; that's what she did, she partied. She partied with whoever had the pockets to pay for it; if that person was you, fine, if not, than that was fine with her too. Confident of her abilities to find someone else, she was always ready to move on. Skeeter came with no strings attached and she would leave the same way, probably just after you had spent the last of your money. "So far," Sidney said to himself, "so far she had no strings attached but after this weekend? Only time will tell." Remembering that time with her, he still thought it might be the best two hundred bucks he had ever spent. Just thinking about her, and the plans he had for her, made his dick twitch and a smile spread across his face. His Caddy might have been on a long straight boring four-lane but his mind was traveling down so many delightfully kinky paths. Fifty miles to the south, Skeeter was bobbing her head over the hard dick of a regular customer as he drove around town. She was using her hand, doing a circular motion in time with her sucking mouth and swirling tongue. It would all be over before Russ, which was his name, could drive three miles. By the time they came to the first red light she had slobbered over her hand enough that she was making wet squishy sounds with her hand on his cock. He was hard as a rock, slipping deep into her mouth as her head followed her hand down his shaft. Sucking and squeezing. She reluctantly let the slickly smooth dick leave her mouth, stopping at the ridge of his cock head. She swirled and sucked here for a moment and then dived deep onto his hardness again, taking him into her throat, hovering there until she started to gag, coming up gasping for air and going right back down on him. Face fucking herself as he watched, Russ was unable to look away, he had not noticed that the light had changed until somebody blew their horn at him. Embarrassed, he almost killed the engine trying to take off in third gear. He down shifted and managed to get through the intersection, running a gauntlet of angry stares. Skeeter paid the commotion no mind and went on with her job. Russ, having trouble concentrating on his driving, decided to get off this busy street and turned into the first safe spot he could stop, an old abandoned gas station. He pulled into the shade of the overhead canopy between where the pumps once were and killed the engine. Sliding the seat back he gave Skeeter a little more room to work. He reclined the seat back to enjoy the show as the heavy traffic on the four lane rushed by forty feet away. Russ watched as Skeeter raced her hand and face up and down his dick. God damn but it was so fucking sexy, he couldn't hold out much longer. "Hey babe, if you don't spit I'll give you twenty." Just as she said OK around his cock he started to shoot. Russ was unaware that he was pushing the brake pedal every time he thrust his pelvis up to meet Skeeter's face. A cop was driving past and noticed the truck shaking and the lights flashing, but didn't see anybody inside the vehicle; thinking they were on the other side changing a tire, and they had their emergency flasher on, he drove on by, headed to the Huddle House for a late lunch. Inside the truck crunched down in the seat as Skeeter sucked him deep, Russ gasped. "Damn Skeeter you gonna give me a heart attack if you don't stop!" True to her word Skeeter sucked every last drop she could get from him, and then she swirled her tongue around the shaft and caressed the underside of the swollen head before she lifted her head from his lap. Eight minutes from the time Russ had picked her up, he let her out in front of the wall where he had found her. Skeeter grabbed two quarters from the console to add to the twenty dollars in her hand and jumped down from the truck. Money clutched in her fist and the taste of cum on her tongue, she walked to the payphone. Dropping the two quarters she dialed and waited. "Hey, can I come over?" The voice on the phone asked, "What you trying to do?" "Twenty," Skeeter answered. "Where you at now?" the voice asked. "The Seven-Eleven." Skeeter went to pull her hair over her shoulder and stroke it, remembering too late that it was gone. 'Asshole,' the word seemed to come into her mind every time she thought of Big Mike, 'what a fucking asshole.' "OK, I'll send Eddie." The line went dead. 'Fuck!' Skeeter thought, 'now I won't be able to buy a drink.' If he had told her to walk the block to his house, she would have got a coke and given him nineteen dollars and change, with a smile, and Fifty would have let her slide. But Eddie, was just a kid doing what he was told, he wouldn't negotiate. She would just have to live with the after taste of cum for a while longer. All the signs of heavy use greeted her as she walked around to the back of the convenience store. The grass was gone leaving a shallow depression worn into the sand which was literally paved with cigarette butts and small bits of debris, there was a smell of urine. The small clearing was shaded from the sun by trees growing all around the back of the building, only the small well worn path hinted at the existence of the hidden clearing behind the shrubbery. It wasn't exactly a picnic spot but it was out of sight and today, it being so early, she had the place to herself. She saw Eddie coming on his bike before she could sit down, so she met him half way on the path in the trees. Eddie almost didn't recognize her with her hair cut off and all, but after a double take he stopped at her side. "What did you do to your hair? Damn girl, that's fucked up." He dropped the yellowish-white half inch square into her hand, grabbed the twenty turned his bike to leave, disappearing into the trees he yelled over his shoulder. "You look like fucking Tinkerbelle." Skeeter didn't take the time to answer, just waved the boy off as she sat herself down on a concrete block. She took her pipe from her shoe and filled the end with a chunk of crack. The rock sizzled as it was hit with the flame from her lighter; she sucked the smoke deep and held it, letting it out a little at a time in short burst of smoke. She leaned back against the building wall, closed her eyes and let the rush sweep through her. God, she loved the feeling. She tried to wait a few minutes between hits, trying to make it last, but crack didn't work like that. Crack made you think that you were almost there but you needed one more hit to make it. The saddest part of the thing was, crack was the only true happiness she found in her life these days. 'The 'Big Bend'of Florida is a strange sort of a place,' Skeeter thought, 'You have a lot of uneducated poor people living in very poor conditions. Wages are low, many people work for less than the minimal wage because that is the only way they can find a job. They live in unpainted houses and run down old mobile homes. Think southern Georgia or Alabama only with more sand in the soil making it even poorer. Pine trees and flesh eating, blood sucking insects are what seem to grow the best.' Skeeter burned another piece of the rock, inhaling deeply and leaning her head back, letting the smoke escape a slowly as possible. Once, back in the late eighties through 2000, things had been good. People had money to spend and new truck sales were up. The reason was the smuggling of pot. The Big Bend is one big swampy area that runs all the way to the Gulf. There is no beach as such; the Gulf laps its gentle waves into the hundreds of small streams and rivers that run through the swamps and grasslands. Cypress and pines mixed with the water, oaks soaring into the sky filtering the sunlight, concealing the channels from anyone flying overhead. A new rock melted into her pipe's screen as she sucked the smoke deep again. There were only two hits left. Skeeter's memories took her back to those wild nights filled with excitement; when she got high she often remembered those times. Closing her eyes, she could almost see the moonlight filtering through the trees, shiny and flashy like a celebration when it found the water. She had stood in the bow of the small flat-bottomed boat an oar in her hand as she made sure that the snakes were driven from the overhanging branches before the small boat slipped beneath them. The heavy misty fog had stood several feet deep, almost like a floating veil of white clouds, hiding the path their little stream followed to the gulf. And her father, large and strong in her memories, was smiling at her, pride in his eyes. "Mom died in nineteen ninety-one, I was born in eighty so I was eleven when Dad started to take me with him." She didn't realize she spoke out loud. She sat silently for a few minutes trying to remember her mother, a rough talking woman who always had a beer in her hand. Skeeter always thought of her mother as an adversary, someone she had to defeat, an opponent. Her mother had always tried to stop JJ from letting Skeeter share his 'business' activities. Looking back on things, her mother might have been seeing where she was right now. Skeeter wondered if her mother knew the price you were forced to pay when you chose to live as an outlaw. It made a beautiful scene with the sun filtering through the leafy lacelike overhead, the beautiful woman thoughtfully leaning back against the wall. The breeze ruffled the small limbs, their leafy branches casting jumping, leaping, lace-like shadows over everything. Skeeter filed the scene away, with attention to the way white paint could be sunlight reflected from foliage, she would try and put it on canvas some time, she would name it 'Dancing Shadows'. As the dream like rush faded, reality took over once more. Skeeter's eyes scanned her surroundings, litter covered the ground, the place was a modern version of a hobo jungle from the depression. A concealed living room for the homeless, and she fit that description so she figured she belonged here. 'Fuck that,' she thought, 'I will make it out of here; once I get away from Mike things would get better.' Mentally, she shook off those thoughts of depression like a dog shaking off water. She reached for the pipe again. She saw she had one more 'good hit' and a small half-ass hit. She put it all on the pipe, and hit it with her lighter. Drawing the smoke deep she held it, enjoying the taste and the feel, reluctantly breathing the smoke out in small puffs. Leaning back against the wall of the store Skeeter thought that this was what Pink Floyd meant by comfortably numb. But even as comfortably numb feelings filled her body, those old memories started to fill her mind. From the time of her mom's death she had lived the life of her father, going everywhere he went. If he went to sell some bales of pot she rode shotgun, if he was on a boat Skeeter was too. They were a family, they trusted each other. Even after all the trouble he had caused her, she had never doubted her father's love. Skeeter had lived her childhood trying to be the son he didn't have. And JJ, having no ideal how to teach his daughter to be a woman, taught her what he knew, how to be a man in a man's world. Whenever they were riding somewhere whether in a boat or a truck he would be telling her stories of his past and each story had a lesson. Without her realizing it she had adopted a man's viewpoint on life. If you wanted something, go out and get it. She had learned to shoot and hunt because that was something she knew would earn JJ's approval, and because it was something she figured JJ's son would know how to do. She had enjoyed the pride of knowing that her daddy trusted her to do her part, taking for granted she would hold up her end of any deal. She was proud of the fact that he trusted her like he would've trusted a son, letting her grow up thinking like a man and doing a man's job. She had earned that trust, but she knew she had thrown it away when she let herself become who she was now. That sense of respect and trust, that she had worked so hard to earn, was gone now as well as the family. She wanted another hit but she was out, there wasn't another hit until she found another dick to suck. She got up and walked back around the store. Skeeter lit her second to last cigarette as she reached the wall where she liked to sit. Settling down leaning back against the shaft of a power pole, she remembered the way it had been back then. Young, bright and beautiful, she had everything laid out before her. Now, Skeeter's eyes roamed up and down the high-way, now she thought, she was totally lost. In this horrible time referred to as 'now', she spent her days and nights running around in a vicious cycle of selling her ass to feed her habit. It was a full time job, demanding every minute she was awake. She let her mind roam, going back to those days when her good memories were being made, back when there was more then 'now', back to when she thought she had a future. Her dad, his real name was James Johnson but everybody called him JJ, was a local legend, both as a hell raiser and bar room brawler. Sort of a local 'Robin Hood' slash Al Capone, a man who thought every problem could be solved if you could just find out who needed their ass kicked. . He never backed down from a fight, and he never shied away from telling a man what he thought. JJ knew every stream of water that wandered across the Big Bend area. If it was big enough and deep enough to float a boat then JJ would know how to get to it and how to get back. He could find the Gulf, pick up a ton of pot, and get back to the trucks, twenty miles inland without ever cranking an engine, a nearly silent trolling motor the only sound anyone might hear, the slitted lens of two flashlights the only visible sign that he was there. And the guys, the people who came and took delivery of the cargo once it was landed. They ran the spectrum from serious old men to the wild fun loving young guys, all of them riding the rush of successful criminal lifestyles. Flush with money and knowing that they were at risk every minute made for wild parties and plenty of drugs. The women were drawn by the drugs and money, the men by the money and the women. Yeah when she thought back on it she had gotten quite an education growing up with JJ for a father. They had become too good at what they did, once the D.E.A. found that most of the weed that went to Mobile and Pensacola as well as Birmingham and Atlanta was offloaded from small boats in the Big Bend area, they focused their power in the small towns surrounding where she sat right now. When she was twenty-one she had run away with Big Mike. JJ had forbidden her to go and after she left, well, it had never been the same. Skeeter missed those days, missed the way the men had looked at her, so different from the way guys looked at her now. Back then she was respected for the work she did and the company she kept, her word meant something. She was trusted. While she was still a woman, and she could remember seeing interest and desire in their eyes sometimes, she could also see respect in their eyes. A far cry from what she saw in the eyes of men now. Sidney's Skeeter Hunt Skeeter didn't understand why these thoughts should be plaguing her like they were today. She seemed to want to travel back into her life, remembering things she hadn't thought of in years. The faded black of the cross ties she sat on had soaked up the sun's heat all morning and was uncomfortably hot to her ass, but from the top of the wall, she was able to see the traffic clearly in both directions. The sun was hot on her neck and back, reminding her of what an asshole her husband was. Taking a paper towel from her purse she wiped the sweat from her face, remembering the fight, how helpless she had been as he had held her down and cut big chunks out of her hair, using a razor sharp hunting knife. It had been scary, but deep inside, she hadn't thought he would really hurt her because of what her daddy would do to him. Even though JJ had banned her from coming to his house, he still loved her and hated Big Mike, blaming him for the way she lived today. Big Mike knew where the line was and he would never cross it to have to confront JJ. Thinking of how pissed Big Mike was going to be when he found out about her selling his truck brought a smile to her face. Skeeter had a habit of twirling and twisting her hair while she thought and she went to do it now, only to be reminded yet again that it was not there. Diane had helped her even the mess out and together they got it trimmed into a pixie like hairstyle, but it was way too short for her taste. Skeeter loved her hair thinking it was one of her greatest assets. It hung six inches below her shoulders long, mahogany red and wavy. Well, it used to hang below her shoulders. That asshole shouldn't have done her that way. Feeling betrayed and hurt she sat on her wall, nothing more than meat for sale. She was smarter than this. She deserved a better life than this. Her mind kept throwing old memories at her almost like it was demanding to know where and when things had went wrong. How she wound up here selling her ass for ten bucks a throw to feed a drug habit that had already cost her everything. She ran the damp towel over her face a last time before replacing it in her purse. Lighting her last cigarette she peered up and down the highway, seeing no body she knew but it was still early. Looking like a fucking pixie, she wondered if her steadies would recognize her. The lingering after-effects of the crack seemed to make the sunlight a bit brighter and the colors a bit more vivid. The shit had a speed like side to it, so she was much more alert and awake now since she had enjoyed that little bump. Skeeter smiled to herself, if there was one thing that she really knew it was crack; she had been researching its effects on a person for the last twelve years. The smile vanished as she thought of the cost of that research. She was spared that buzz-killing train of thought by the blare of a car horn. A baby blue ford pick-up truck pulled to the curb in front of her, its driver's window sliding down, a man called out, "Y'all need a ride?" Meanwhile, six miles out of town in a run down travel trailer ... Big Mike Bates lived up to his name, weighing in at around three hundred pounds and standing a bit over six feet tall. He was a perfect example of a redneck. He liked to drink but he never knew when to quit, so often he would wake up like this morning. A blood-alcohol test, if Mike had been forced to take one, would have revealed that Big Mike's blood was two times what is required to be a legal drunk's. He managed to force his eyes opened, his glance swept through the small travel trailer that he and his wife Skeeter shared. Where the fuck was that bitch? He got to his feet and stumbled to the fridge. Opening the door revealed that there was nothing to drink or eat, only a jar of mustard and some ketchup. Disgusted he lay back down on the bare mattress that was the only furniture in the trailer, only to discover that the damn bed was soaked in beer. A six-pack lay on the bed with burst cans scattered about. But there was a can of beer that had not burst open, he popped the top and drank the warm foamy brew. Awake now he couldn't stop his brain from slowly booting itself up. Memories and thoughts filled his mind causing his light green eyes to jerk fully open. He quickly jumped to his knees and knee-walked across the wet bed to the window where he pulled the sheet that served as a curtain to one side; his truck was gone. He grabbed his pants, almost in a panic now, he checked his pockets. His money and keys were gone, so was the food stamp card. That bitch had robbed him and now she had already had several hours to spend everything they had. He collapsed back onto a dry spot on the wet mattress, the weight of the facts he was facing were just too much for him this early in the morning. What was done was done, the money was gone by now, he could call in and report the food stamp card stolen but he didn't have a phone and his head hurt. Big Mike shut his eyes on all his problems and went back to sleep. 'Driving gives a man time to think,' Sidney thought, 'but most people drown out the quiet thinking time with loud music, or recorded books.' But not him, he let his mind play different situations, like a chess player he tried to predict how to handle a person's expectations, how to satisfy those expectations with the least cost to him. Sidney was a student of human nature, proven by experiments he conducted from time to time. Sidney made a good living by playing on people's fears. Fear is what makes people buy insurance. He had sold a lot of it and knew how to press a person's buttons, how to build fear into a man or woman, and how to offer hope, at a price of course. Today's experiment was going to focus those skills on some poor little crack whore. He was going to peel away the layers of her pride and self-respect until nothing was left but her naked body and a fist full of money. She would be forever changed by what happened to her this week-end. He wondered if he might also be forever changed. Only time would answer that. Less than an hour later he found the rotted down remains of service stations that marked the city limits of Piney Beach, Florida. He drove past the abandoned furniture store, past the closed down hospital, deeper into the ghost town that was once a prosperous small town. The strip of hi-way running between the huddle house diner and the Wal-Mart, two miles down the road, was where the whores walked. The boldness of their eyes and their body language, spoke to a man as sure as any red light, to tell you who and what they were. He only saw three on his first cruise down the strip, and they all three looked like high mileage to him. Well he had some time, and there were things that he needed to get done. He could check every twenty minutes and see enough to be able to make a choice. He turned into the Wal-Mart's parking lot and got out of the car. Opening the trunk he made a last minute check to see that he had everything, he ran down the list as he shuffled the stuff around, making sure he had all he needed. Next he rented a room at the cheapest motel, paying cash and showing his fake ID. He went to the room and set up the three wireless cameras, concealing one under the shelf in the closet where it had a good view of the bed and the table and chairs beside it. Another he concealed in the light fixture giving an overhead of the bed as well as a good shot of the table and chairs by the window. The third camera was hidden inside a box of tissues which he placed on the dresser, facing the table and chair. He opened his laptop and made sure that the light was good and the scene was clear. He put the sex toys in the bedside stand; time to cruise the strip. *** So ends part three of the Skeeter series, part four is on the way. In part four, Mike gets his truck back and finds out where Skeeter might have gone, Reek learns the disadvantages of low-rider pants, Sidney makes his pitch to Skeeter, and Skeeter decides to enter a 'Crack Whore Olympics' on the internet. It should post with in three weeks from this posting. This series has my lowest scores, yet is one of my favorite characters, if you like the stories and want to follow Skeeter on her adventures, then please let me know that with your vote, and if you really want to help, leave a comment. Thank you, Mikey2much Sidney's Vacation One summer when I was married, my husband and I were driving to Hilton Head for a vacation. On the way we stopped by an old friend, Kate, with whom we use to work. In the afternoon she and my husband went to see where she worked, and I have always assumed they had sex at her office, she was very nice looking and I had often thought of her breasts which were round and looked firm. After they had returned, and we were making dinner, and having some drinks, I asked her what she thought of joining us for sex that evening. She was interested, I could see her nipples getting erect as we talked, I told her that my husband had no idea I asked, but I was sure he would be willing. She reached over, put one hand on my breast, and with the other felt my ass and said she would follow my lead. I gave her a quick kiss and headed for the dining room. We finished dinner and as we cleaned the table and dishes and my husband settled in to watching TV and more drinking. Kate and I kept touching each other as we worked in the kitchen and we both were getting very aroused. We returned to the living room, turned off the TV, and began talking. My husband was sitting on the couch, I sat in a chair and Kate sat on the couch next to him. As we talked I began to play with the buttons on my blouse and soon it was completely unbuttoned, I stood up stretched and asked if it was ok with everybody if I got comfortable. No one objected so I dropped my blouse, and removed my bra, my hair was long enough to just cover my nipples. As I headed to the kitchen to refill my wine, Kate said that I looked very comfortable and she would join me in that look. I came back into the room with the bottle of wine and filled my husband's glass, leaning over to kiss him, I then filled her glass and sat down next to her. I leaned over and kissed a breast, telling my husband that he should think about getting comfy also. Kate started teasing him about showing his chest since we were showing ours, and then she unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. She laid down with her head in his lap and her ass next to mine, she picked up one of his hands and placed it on her breast. I dribbled a little wine in her navel and leaned over to suck it out, as I did I slid my hands on her ass inside her panties. As I sat up I undid her pants removed them leaving her only in panties, which were transparent, she had a nicely trimmed patch. We were laughing as she raised a leg to put around me and I willingly started to kiss her thigh working my way up to her patch and as she spread her legs, I slipped her panties off and my tongue began to search her lips and find her clitoris. My husband was kissing her and playing with her breasts. She soon came, and as I licked her, she released her leg hold on my head. I stood up, dropped my shorts and panties and moved to my husband’s lap where her head still was, I knelt down, putting my breasts in her face as I kissed him and unfastened his pants. Her tongue was dancing on my nipples, then she helped me remove his pants. We all stood up naked and she took our hands and led us to the bedroom. She had a couple of candles already lit, the king size bed looked inviting, she told my husband to lie down, Kate poured some massage oil into her hands and came over to me. She began massaging my breasts and kissing me, then working her way down my body finally ending up in my pussy which was dripping. I was feeling weak so I sat on the edge of the bed, she kept working her tongue till I came. Kate got up and looked at my husband, she looked at me and said that she’d take the head. She climbed up and straddled his face with her crotch, as he started to massage her ass with his hands, and pussy with his tongue. I climbed up eased his hard cock into my very wet pussy, I took his hands from her ass and placed them on my breasts, and I reached around her to play with her breasts. I began to move up and down as she moved her pussy around his tongue. We started to come one at a time continuing till we all were there. She lay back and I leaned forward kissing each other. Then exhausted we each laid next to my husband with a hand in each pussy and our breasts on his chest. I started to play with his cock, knowing that there should be more action available, as he started to get hard, I leaned over him and started to kiss Kate. I told her that she had missed out on one thing and I moved her hand to his now stiff cock. I told Kate to lie down with her ass at the foot of the bed and her feet on the floor, then had my husband stand up and enter her, She wrapped her legs around him, and I straddled her face putting my pussy over her lips but looking at my husband. As he pumped her we kissed and I played with her breasts. Once again we began to come, I reached into her pussy while my husband pumped to be sure that her clit was getting the right attention. When we finished we climbed into bed and had a wonderful sleep. I woke up the next morning to Kate licking my pussy, and after I came I returned the favor. We left my husband sleeping and went to the kitchen, naked, to fix breakfast. She slid fresh strawberries in her pussy, and orange slices under her breasts, I have never enjoyed fresh fruit so much. After breakfast we showered together, then got my husband up and while I packed Kate fed and bathed him. I always try to enjoy traveling as best as possible, I generally dress very minimal and comfortable. My favorite travel outfit is a t shirt dress, very short, and panties, this was what I was wearing as we headed for Hilton Head. I often sleep as we drive and this time I was dreaming of the recent events, I woke up to find I had spread my legs as much as possible, slid one hand up my dress to fondle my breasts, and the other was in my panties, deep within my pussy. I was a little embarrassed, but then aroused as I realized that my husband had unzipped his pants and had his very stiff cock in his hand. I brought my hand out of my pussy, licked it, and then said that I could help him. I moved so that my head was over his cock and started to lick, he took his hand and slid it on my ass under my panties. I danced my tongue on the tip of him until he started to moan, then began long slow strokes up and down the length of it. He came filling my mouth, and I closed my lips tighter around his cock, swallowing, and continuing to stroke. Soon I had him clean, so I sat back up. I was very wet so I removed my panties, hung them on the review mirror, leaned my seat back, and raised my legs to "dry." This is a game we play to pass the time as we drive, as we go, my husband checks my pussy every fifteen miles to see if I'm dry. He usually slides his finger deep inside, and says that I'm still wet, sometimes I place my hand over his to keep it there for a couple of extra minutes. As we got close to our hotel he had me sit up and put my dress down, the panties however stayed on the rear view mirror. We checked in and went to our room which was an efficiency, basically a motel room with a kitchenette, there were sliding glass doors on both ends, one led across the street to the tennis courts, the other to the beach. As soon as we got the car unloaded, my husband pulled my dress up over my head and off me, put me on the bed and began to kiss and suck my breasts. He worked his way down to my pussy, and I soon had him in a leg lock as I came. I released him, removed his pants and climbed on, slowly moving my pussy lips up and down his shaft, as he played with my breasts. Moments later he filled me and I lay down on him. We had decided that this vacation was strictly for relaxing and had nothing planned so we often ended up having sex during the day. One evening after dinner we went for a walk on the beach. My husband had brought along a blanket to sit on, it was a very warm night. As we walked and talked, I unbuttoned my blouse and let the evening breeze caress my breasts. We found a nice secluded spot and spread the blanket, I removed my blouse and laid down. My husband said that tonight was a gift from him to me, nothing was required of me. He started kissing me and fondling my breasts, and as I became more aroused, he moved his hand to my pussy. He slipped his finger inside me as he started to suck on my breasts. Soon he had removed my shorts and then as he continued to play with my nipples with his mouth, he brought me to climax with his finger. As I came I arched my back, driving his finger deep in side me, he kept the stimulation on my clit for what seemed forever, then he removed his hand and I began to relax. I reached up and guided his finger into my mouth, I have always enjoyed my taste. He kissed me and then moved his head in between my legs, I willingly spread them as his tongue began to play with my clit. He put my legs over his shoulders and reached around my hips to play with my nipples. I was soon coming again, squeezing my legs around his head, arching my back so that my pussy was pushed further in his mouth, he kept licking, and I kept coming. I guess his tongue gave out cause he finally stopped licking and I started to relax and release him from the leg hold. He lay next to me, still fully clothed. After a rest, he sat up and took his shirt off, then he slipped his pants off. He was hard and ready for action, he rolled over on top of me, and as he was kissing me, slowly slipped his cock into my pussy. He was taking his time, using long slow strokes, kissing me and playing with my nipples. It seemed to take an eternity, but one that I enjoyed, until he came, then while still inside me, he slipped a finger in to find my clitoris and once again bring me to orgasm several times. He rolled off of me and we lay there naked under the stars on the beach. Sidni Learns a Lesson I grew up in a city in the deep south that still believed that interracial couples were not proper, including my family. My father is a politician that came from money. Being a politician he kept his racist remarks about interracial couples, and people strictly at home. Growing up hearing my father going off at home about how could that white slut shame herself hanging out with, kissing, holding hands with that nigger, spook or porch monkey. I got the lectures of how he didn't want me hanging out with lower class citizens and all he wanted was the best for his little girl. In my senior year of high school I had received a letter of a full acedemic scholarship to my fathers alma matter for cheerleading. He was so happy that on my 18th birthday he gave me a red convertible sports car. I spent that summer hanging out with my girlfriends shopping, swimming, and partying. My mother who was not a foolish person had started me on the pill when I was 15, just incase. She always stressed that it was a precaution and I should worry about my education and remain a virgin until I was married. I had been dating the same boy for the last two years and he never tried to go all the way. He was a perfect gentleman at all times and we often talked about the possibility of us getting married after college. I loved him so much just for being such a gentleman. I gave him my virginity a week before I left for college. Even though I was on the pill I asked him to wear a condom. We had a long talk afterwards about the next four years apart. Except for holidays and vacations we decided to break up just incase we met someone at college. We talked about how we would get back together after graduating if no one else came along. This was the best thing to do for both of us. I left for college the next week. I went to the cheerleader tryouts and did very well making the varsity squad as a freshman. By Thanksgiving break I had made friends with the upper class students on the squad and some from my classes. We were all snobs who looked down on all the people less fortunate than ourselves. We were all invited to the best parties and started experimenting with the drugs and alcohol. I found I did not like many of the drugs or consuming a lot of alcohol. I did however like to smoke some pot to relax occasionally. I had slept with a couple of the young men in our social class and always made them use a condom because of all the diseases out there. The sex was not very exciting and didn't last long. My first year of college was almost over and I had a terrible winter/spring semester with bouts of pneumonia and recurring bronchitus. I had two weeks left at college and was just getting over the latest case of bronchitus when my life changed forever. The summer formal was this weekend and I needed a new dress but didn't know where to get one. I asked the captain of the cheerleading squad where I could go. She gave me directions and the address which I programmed into the GPS. On Friday I headed out after classes ended at noon to get a dress. It was a nice day in the 80's with a slight breeze. I wore a skin tight dress that accentuated my 5'6", 125 pound, 34C-24-34 figure with my brunette hair up in a pony tail. I hit the highway and started driving and got off the exit indicated. The area was run down which I didn't give a thought to just yet. At the first stop light a homeless black man came out of nowhere asking if he could wash my windshield, "Don't touch my car loser, get away." I looked at the GPS and it indicated a right turn in half a mile. The light turned green and I sped away from the bum with a squeal, almost hitting the him. I had to constantly check the GPS and noticed that it had stopped working. I made several turns and figuring I was lost I called my friend Cindi. She asked what I was doing, I told her that I was going to buy a dress for the formal and got lost when my GPS stopped working. We started chatting about what a fun year it had been while I looked for the freeway. I pushed my gucci sun glasses to the top of my head and started noticing that the people were of color and I started getting scared, "Cindi I'm really lost and can't find the highway." "Where are you?" "I don't know." "Is there a street sign?" "31st and Elm." "Girl did you read your school brochure, you're in the ghetto." "My GPS stopped working, I don't know how to get out of here." "Hold on I'll go to google maps and get you back here." I pulled over and waited a minute, Cindi came back a minute later with directions to the highway, I said thanks and hung up. Pulling away from the curb I hit a red light when all of a sudden their was another homeless black man with a bucket and squeegee coming towards me, "Miss, wash your window?" "Get away from me scumbag, don't touch the car." "All I wanted...." "I don't care, get away loser." I heard a snicker and looked to see a large greasy looking black man leaning against a pole shaking his head, "Shouldn't talk like that missy, get yourself in trouble." The light turned green and I sped off with a squeal, turning left. Looking over my shoulder I flipped the man off and yelled, "FUCK YOU." I turned back just as I was catapulted into the air bag. I don't know how long I was out, but as I was coming to I heard my name, "Sidni Jennings." I was laying on the pavement looking up at an overpass, "Where am I?" "Well Sidni Jennings you a long way from that richy rich address of yours." I started to get up but had to stop, I had a terrible headache. I looked around and saw my car on top of a pile of debris with the front smashed in, steam coming from the hood. I wasn't going anywhere now. I looked around and saw a couple of whores coming our way. The man that was leaning on the pole, and the bum were leering at me. One of the whores asked, "She okay?" "Just a bump on the head, she's fine." There was another large black man going through my car, "What have we got here?" holding up a baggie. The man holding my bag and license grabbed the baggie and opened it, "Smells like pot, you high ho?" "No I'm not, where's my phone?" I finally stood up. "I think we got to call the cops." "There's no need for that, let me call my dad he's a politician." "I think the cops be more interested in questiong you missy, what would daddy say if precious were to get busted?" "No, no I got money I'll pay you, just don't call the cops." "I see that you've got money, but that's not what I'm looking for." He threw my cash on the ground. "Anything you want, just don't get the cops involved." Of coarse only being 18 I was still a little naive, I din't realize what I just offered. "Anything?" he said eyeing me up and down. I was never very good at cotrolling my anger looking at his wandering eyes I lost it, "Anything but that nigger." I knew immediatly my mouth got the better of me when his smirk went to a look of anger, "Fuck the bitch, call the cops, wait until they hear how the bitch tried to run down Billy here, wrecked her car and tried to get rid of her stash." "No please don't." I saw the man at the car holding my cell phone. "You know it isn't often a white ho is in the ghetto, give us a piece of that fine white ass and we might reconsider." "What about my car?" "Got a brother that will come and get it and fix it in a couple hours, after...." trailling off his meaning. "If I do this, my car gets fixed and no one finds out and no cops?" "That's the deal, otherwise Mamba pushes send and you can explain it to the cops." My lack of ability to control my temper and my big mouth has put me between a rock and a hard place. What am I going to do? This goes against all my principles of interracial couples. It isn't right, what would daddy do if he knew? I had to do it no matter how much it disgusted me, I might go to jail. "Ho, what's it gonna be yes or send?" "My car gets fixed and no one will ever know?" "That's what I said." "Okay." "Girls get her ready to ho her fine white ass." I was led over to a shop by the whores. The shop was filled with some of the skimpiest outfits and highest stillettos I had ever seen. When they were done I was led out to hoots and whistles from the bums. I was in a lttle red dress that barely covered my ass, red garter belt and stockings minus my bra and panties and 5 inch heels. I walked over to the small group of men with the hookers. The greasy man that I was talking to still towered over me by 6 or 7 inches, "Show us your titties." I controlled myself before getting into anymore trouble and just looked at him with disdain. Slowly I slid the straps of the dress off my shouldesrs to bare my chest. Billy shouted, "How much daddy pay for those?" The group started laughing. I pulled the top of the dress back up. I was led into a homeless town mede up of cardboard boxes, tarps and tin sheets, "You live here?" "Don't knock it til you've tried it." "This place is disgusting and smells." "It's home to a lot of us, here is good." Looking down there was an old beat up mattress with springs popping out and all kinds of stains, I could only imagine being. I turned to say something when the greasy man kissed me. I don't know what just happened but I started getting moist. Pulling away I hiked up my skirt and flopped on the mattress, "Lets get this over with." The man looked down at me and then down toward my pussy, it was glistening, "Rich ho getting excited." "I am not, lets get this over with," spreading my thighs. "Why not suck on this black cock some?" I was pulled up to a sitting position and he pulled out his dick. The top of my dress was pulled down to bare my tits. I started to say something but that was short lived when he stuffed his cock in my mouth. It was disgusting, with a musky aroma. He grabbed the sides of my head and started moving his cock in my mouth and pulled out when it hit my throat and I started to gag. This went on until his pubic hair tickled my nose and his balls bounced off my chin. He pulled his cock from my mouth, I drooled onto my bared tits and gasped for breath. I looked up,"Say, Daddy you got some of that big black cock for me?" I knew he was in complete control. In the sexist voice I could, "Daddy, you got some of that big black cock for me?" I was pushed back onto the mattress with my legs spread. He knealt between my thighs and that's when I first noticed the size of his cock. My eyes bugged out, "Impressive huh ho, bigger than the white boys from college?" I was to stunned to say anything and could only stare and nod. When he moved in and ran his cock head up and down my pussy, "Do you have a condom?" I was going to say something about disease but I could already see I was in big trouble, no need pissing them off anymore. "Afraid of something ho?" I felt the head enter my love canal. "Ohh, pregnancy." "Nope, can't afford one." I looked down and saw my white pussy mound with the big black cock head embedded in it, I shivered. My pussy dampened, "Stop, what's your name?" "Mojo they call me, what do you care?" "I'm no slut, nobody's going to know I was ever here, right nigger," he slammed into me showing his dominance. "That hurt dearie, not unless you tell them." "Go slow please." He started rocking back and forth driving in a little faster each time. He hoisted my legs straight up and soon his balls were slapping my thighs when he bottomed out, "Tight little bitch, ain't gonna last long." "Uhh, Uhh, not in me, uhh, uhh." He didn't say anything and his pace started getting faster, "Oh my god, oh my god, uhh, uhh," was all I could get out. Out of nowhere I felt something I never have before, my body betrayed me. It was the greatest feeling I have ever felt, I saw stars, "Bitch is cumming all over my cock, milk it honey." My pussy muscles started contracting and releasing I couldn't stop it. Mojo planted his cock deep into my pussy and held still. I felt my pussy squeezing his cock, his cock was pulsing. I felt something funny, it was wonderful. Mojo stayed motionless for a couple of minutes as a warmth spread into my pussy and throughout my body. When he knelt up he pulled out, "You nutted the ho." I looked around and the three men and two hookers where all smiling. I pushed up on my elbows with my thighs spread waiting for the next one. Mamba they called him came over and yanked the dress completly off and Billy, as he was called, moved between my thighs. Billy drove his cock into my pussy and started fucking me. Mamba moved over, "Suck on this awhile ho," stuffing his cock in my mouth smearing my make up. It didn't take Bill long to bust a nut in me. He leaned down to add insult to injury, "Luckiest day of my life nutting in a white rich ho." Mamba pulled his cock from my mouth so I could catch my breath, drooling more onto my tits. "White ho getting the shit banged outta her over here," I heard from a distance. I looked at the fourth man "I've seen you before." "Bitch you about run me down," it was the first loser. How could I still be having these thoughts, look where I am. Mamba flipped me to my hands and knees and entered me doggie style. I saw Mojo playing with my phone, and then pointing it toward us. I didn't think he knew it had a video camera, "Contacts send to all." "No," My mouth was stuffed with a cock before I could shout anymore. Mamba pulled out and rolled me onto my back and let the first bum finish nutting me. Mamba moved in and started fucking me again. I was losing all control by now my orgasms were becoming more frequent and were soon just one on top of the other. I was glad I was on the pill and took it religeously when the chants started, "Mamba, Mamba knock the bitch up." My head was rocking side to side in orgasmic bliss when I saw Mojo again, "What are you doing with my phone?" "Sending movies to your contacts to show them what a good little black cock slut you are." "No, you promised you wouldn't tell." "I keep my promises I haven't told a soul, you have." Mamba planted his cock so hard I swear he punctured my cervix, "Owwwww!" Then I felt it, Mamba's cock started ejaculating into me a feeling of warmth spread in my snatch and into my body. He pulled out before he was done and showered me with semen splattering my belly, tits, and face. True to his word Mojo called his brother. Mojo lay beside me as I recuperated. I got up to my knees and started to reach for the dress, "Where you going ho? We aren't done." "I did what we agreed to." "Look what you did to me," he said pointing to his engorged cock. I lay beside him and spread my thighs thinking he would mount me, "Bitch climb on and do the work." I climbed over Mojo looking at him, "Turn the other way reverse cowgirl." I did as he said and as soon as I had impaled myself on his shaft he started playing with my ass. I started by rotating my hips on his cock and soon began rocking up and down. His cock was rubbing my clit, the feeling was incredible. When my orgasm hit I tossed my head back, "Ohhhhhh, shit." "Cum on my cock bitch, what would daddy say if he knew you got off on a nigger cock?" When my orgasm subsided I brought my head forward. Mamba's cock was there, I opened my mouth to engulf it. I continued riding Mojo and working Mamba's cock with my mouth. When my nose hit his pubic hairs he grabbed my ears and started fucking my mouth. I could not ride up and down on Mojo and just rotated my hips around. This continued for what seemed like an eternity. Then I felt Mojo's cock expanded in my sensitive pussy. I started grinding faster and was struck by another orgasm. That warmth I felt earlier spread into my pussy and throughout my body again, I knew Mojo was expelling his potant black baby seed into me again. I was delirious when he was done and rolled over to the side. Mamba's cock fell from my aching jaw. He was not done with me yet and spread my thighs to enter me again, "Bitch going out of her mind with love." The group all laughed when Mamba drove his cock into me. Mamba had me cumming again and he too made my pussy and body feel all warm when he added copious amounts of his baby seed to my battered pussy. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Doesn't matter if you on birth control, nigger seed seems to knock up every white bitch with an attitude." I lay there for a minute or two thinking I'm safe. I gathered the dress and slid it on. The whores brought me back to the shop so I could change. I had a hard time doing so, I was sore, "Should clean all that nasty nigger cum outta your pussy before your totaly ruined and knocked up." "I'm on the pill, no chance of that." They both snickered at that. I started putting on my panties, "You won't need those, bra neither." I pulled my dress back on putting my under garments in my bag and walked out just in time to go with the tow truck. I could not deny the fact that I came numerous times and this had been the greatest sexual experience I have ever had, even though it was unwanted at the time.