Storiesonline.net ------- Diamondmouth by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2010 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: A reporter visits with renown pimp in Newark, NJ seeking to interview him for her paper. Hiatus Liston, the pimp, has other ideas, but tells her how he learned his business. Codes: MF cons interr oral anal prost ------- I love reading and writing dialogue, from Jack London and Ernest Hemmingway, to William Faulkner, Elmore Leonard and Eudora Welty. To me, dialogue places one IN the scene. Often times, when dialogue is extremely well written, I can HEAR the characters talking to me. And so, I've tried to emulate these writers by attempting a special piece consisting of almost all dialogue about a black pimp being interviewed by a young lady from the local newspaper. ------- I wuz hangin' out over at Silvey's Pool Emporium; you might know the place. I wuz just killin' time before my bidness hours kicked in. It musta been, oh, 'bout four in the afternoon; which is where I usually am at that hour, being that I owns the joint. Just a few minutes earlier, I wuz tellin' 'Tator, ' my bartender, that I wuz in the mood for some stimulatin' conversation, 'stead of fending off the usual crackheads and other deadbeats, who usually bother me about debts and other matters, all of which is related to money, which I have, and they don't, when this here skinny white bitch wanders into the joint, and presented herself to me. "Hello," she says, with this nervous smile, "would you be Mr. Liston?" Her voice wuz cultured like she'd gone to some Ivy League place, maybe Vassar. I jus stared at her as if maybe she wuz from another planet, such as Mars, or is it more correct to say Venus? With her being female and all, I don't know myself. She jus stood there looking at me and waitin', shifting her weight from one foot to the other while I ignored her. But I got to admirin' her, standing and waiting patiently for me to acknowledge her presence. And, after a minute or so, I put my newspaper down, and looked her right in the eye. "Err, umm ... Mr. Liston?" she said, using this eye contact as her opportunity to start a conversation. "The bartender pointed you out to me. I'm Margaret Haynes, from the Newark Star Ledger." So, she wus a reporter! Normally I'd a kicked her scrawny white ass out of my place and been done with her. But like I already said, I wuz in the mood for some conversation, and most assholes stop in here got a better grip on their cue sticks then they'd ever had on their dicks; never mind using their brains. So I decided to humor her and listen to her pitch. "I am," I sez to her. Out the corner of my eye, I see "Tator" smirkin' an I give him a first class scowl, which he don't pay no mind to; but he does pick up a towel and starts polishing some beer mugs. I finish my Dewar's and water, and give her my complete attention. Now, you should understand I got a lot of attention to give. I'm not sure, but I'm maybe, 6' 3" and some 230 pounds. Not too many know I work out at Gold's Gym maybe three times a week. Assholes 'round here think I'm born with these muscles. Anyway, my size always helps when I gotta calm a ... let's jus call it a situation ... yeah, when I gotta clam a situation down. Anyways, I answer her with a question of my own. "Hanes, like in ho's?" I do this so as to reflect indifference to her person; meantime, I'm undressing her with my eyes. It's a neat trick, which was taught to me by a woman some years ago. Women -- they got this knack of giving someone the once over so quick-like, that the other person, usually a male, don't pick up on it. The Bitch had herself a pretty face ... no unsightly blemishes, not too much make-up. Nice perky lil' tits, and a small, firm lookin' ass -- nothin' like Zelda's or Noreen's; but there be plenty of mutts wantin' to rub against it, she give them half a chance, which I won't – not while she's with me. Thinkin' I can't see her, the Bitch rolls her eyes like she's exasperated with me, but recovers quick enough not to insult me, and says, "Ummm, no, Haynes, that's H-a-y-n-e-s. I'm a reporter with the..." "I read the paper every day," I says, making sure to put some gruffness in my tone. Then, adding even more bark, I says, "Jus what the hell you want from me?" Now that served to make her a little nervous. For the first time the Bitch shows me that she's thinkin' she may have made a mistake waltzing in here. And that's where I want her. Don't wanna scare the shit out of her ... just give her kind of nervous tickle, because I like my bitches like that. The fact is Bitches ain't nervous 'round you, they likely to figure you out; 'cause bitches, they always analyzing you, and shit like that. They got these photographic memories what play back every damn word you say to them, two -- three weeks later, and I find that damned irritating when they do it to me. So the Bitch loses the exasperated expression and blurts out, "I ... err ... I'm working on a feature story, umm ... on prostitutes and..." She falters some, then she regained her composure and goes into her delivery. Now, the Bitch wasn't up there with Satchel Paige when it come to pitching, but by the time she finished, I'd have to say she ranked up there with the likes of Big Newk. That's Big Don Newcombe, wuz the mainstay with the old Brooklyn Dodgers back in the fifties. Now that wuz when they really played the game. No molly-coddling the mother-fuckers then! I gotta laugh; way she buttered me up with that delivery of hers. First she serves up what I figure got to be a fast ball; tells me I got a big reputation in Newark. That I'm the main man, it comes to prostitution. Then she tried to catch me off guard with a slow curve. Would I tell her how I get the ladies to spread their legs for any man happens to have enough money. Well, she used some fancier language, of course, but that's what she meant. Hee, hee, hee ... got to admit that wuz pretty good, pretty good. I found myself pleased with her presence. But I don't let her know this. "Why you askin' me 'bout them Ho's?" I said. "Go axe the Ho's theyselves. They'll tell you 'bout the biggest cock they ever seen; they tell you 'bout VD. Oh, excuse me, STD. Hee, hee, hee." "No, no you don't understand..." "I unnerstand! Now answer my question." "Well, the fact of the matter is..." She rolled those pretty eyes again, only this time she wuz struggling to make her point and keep her temper; which if she lost it, would get her thrown out of my place, and the bitch sure enough knew that. "Err, how can I put this plainly?" She talking to herself now, so I try to help her. "Somebody give you my name?" The Bitch seemed almost grateful for the help, and nods her head vigorously like, says, "Yes, yes, that's exactly it. I ... I'm told that you are a man of ... certain influence. A man who, um, knows a great deal about the workings of prostitution." I know them Ho's won't work if you don't put a size twelve up their ass every hour on the hour," I said, and finished off my drink. Now the bitch is staring at me. Maybe I shocked her; can't read her eyes so good yet, so I give her another minute. People can't stand silence. Even reporters who should know better. They got to hear something, even if it's their own mouth running. I wait on people a lot, and I learn a lot from it. But time passed, and she kept gaping at me; and I come to understand she's playin' the game too. So I says, and not unkindly, "So, talk to me." I just wanna get her going again, you know? "Well ... in my story," she's now biting on her lower lip, "err, of course, I won't use your name. I ... err..." I let her consult wit her notes because I know reporters need to have they notes so they can quote you correctly later on. "Well, the fact of the matter is that your cooperation would be very much appreciated, Mr. Liston. Oh, and I'll pay you for your services." "Like a Ho?" I said, right in her face. I know I showered her with some of my spittle, but I didn't mean too, and that shook her up. Bitch almost fell out of the chair. "No, no, no, no. I'm asking you as one who is an authority on whores." "How much green we talkin' about?" I asked in a more reasonable tone, as I like to change direction on people. I find it keeps them off balance, and that makes 'em easier to deal with." Bitch bit her lip again, made her face into a frown, and says, "Umm, how about one hundred dollars?" I moved my thumb across the first two fingers of my right hand, just under her nose, and watched the Bitch flinch; like I'm maybe about too smack her, or something. She wasn't much of a negotiator, cause then she blurts out, "The highest I can go is four hundred dollars!" I see tiny beads of perspiration forming on her brow and upper lip. "Good," I says, 'en give her my Ipana smile. "Now we can converse." The Bitch relaxed some on hearing that, but I figured I'd get my money up front, and held out my hand. She reached in her purse, and pulled a roll out, and started counting out four hundred into my paw. That left her with about forty bucks, and I decided to let her keep it. "Okay, now what?" I asked. Bitch took out a recorder, and crossed her legs, which pulled that dress even snugger then it wuz before. Now I could make out them long stems of hers; pretty good one's at that. I kept lookin' at 'em until she turned the recorder on, and says, "August 22, 1995, this is Margaret Haynes of the Newark Star Ledger. I'm sitting here with Mr. Liston..." "Hiatus Liston," I said, interrupting her. "Umm, yes, thank you, Mr. Liston ... that is Mr. Hiatus Liston." She wuz wiping her face with this lil' hanky as she said it. I fixed her with another Ipana smile – and let the diamonds in my teeth sparkle some. "I'm with Mr. Hiatus Liston. We're in a bar and billiards establishment here in downtown Newark. Mr. Liston is reputed to be a ... umm, procurer of feminine services and as such..." "Excuse me," I said, and I paused for a moment before going on. "I believe my job title is Pimp, not procurer, or whatever you call it." "Err, yes, thank you Mr. Liston. I stand corrected. Mr. Liston is ... um, a pimp, and as such he provides women to various customers who pay him for their sexual favors." I looked over at my bartender, who's shakin' his head, warning me about something. I excused myself for a moment, and ambled over to "Tator." "What's up?" I axed him. "You doan wanna admit to being no pimp, boss. Law read that story they get on your ass real quick." I pondered this for a moment, then nodded to 'Tator and slid a twenty across the bar. He palmed it, and I walked my walk back to the Bitch. "Let's change the rules a little, Miz Haynes." "What? I don't understand?" "Just erase the tape. We'll start over." She got this confused look on her face, but didn't do nothing. So I reached over, and took the tape, rewound it, and hit the record button before handing' it back to her; then we started over. "August 22, 1995, this is Margaret Haynes of the Star Ledger. I'm with Mr. Hiatus Liston. We're in a bar and billiards establishment here in downtown Newark. Mr. Liston is reputed to be a..." I put my big paw on her hand, and said so the recorder could hear: "I is reputed to know a thing or two 'bout pimping hookers, or Ho's; or whatever the hell you wants to call them." "Well ... yes. Err, Mr. Liston, how would you like to begin?" Bitch had this helpless look on'er face. Not that I cared any, but it wuz me wanted the conversation in the first place, so I owed her a story. I decided to make one up. And changed the names so as to protect the innocent. Heh, heh, heh. "Okay, Miz Haynes, here goes: I learned how to run women from Johnny Diamondmouth. He wuz king pimp; maybe twenty years back. I wuz just a growin' boy." "Now, Diamondmouth wasn't just a womanizer like most other dudes on the street -- no sir. There wuz something special 'bout him. Oh, yeah, something really special." Bitch starting to relax at this; musta figured things wuz going real smooth, and I see her body kinda lean back some, losing some tension as she got engrossed in the tellin' as it were. "Ever since I know him," I says, "Diamondmouth wuz skinny as a trout; weak-eyed 'en weak-chinned, with this snaggle of teeth that probably never seen a toothbrush. Still and all, they wuz lined with diamonds stead'a fillings. Now old Diamondmouth chewed maybe twelve packs of Juicy Fruit a day, just to keep his breath sweet enough so people would come close to him. "He also had a line of red pimples on his neck where his shirt collar sawed at him; 'specially in the summer. Another thing about him, he wore a tie everyday, winter and summer. "Diamondmouth had a special stool reserved for him over at Lemon Dick's Bar & Grill, over on Raymond Boulevard, from which he run his stable of high-assed, high-yellers and a couple simpering runaway white bitches." I glanced at the Bitch and smiled. "Course Lemon Dick's gone now. Shit! Him and the bar. Hell, they all long gone," I added wistfully, because there is days when I really miss them. "Anyway, one fine day; for me at least, Diamondmouth interrupted my pool game to share a bit of carnal and criminal knowledge with me. I guess he just wanted to kinda pass the time of day. Kinda like I'm doing with you right here 'en now." I smiled my best smile at her. 'En she gifted me with a smile of her own. It wuz a right pretty smile. The Bitch had good teeth, had to give her that. Nice and white. But she still couldn't look me in the eye. I watched like a hawk, as her dainty hand kinda glided across her upper leg. "Diamondmouth," I continued, "not only made my dick hard with his story," I lied smoothly, and paused to reflect the moment. I smiled at her, and when she smiled back, I put my hand on'er leg, maybe an inch or so from the hem of her dress. She tensed up, but she didn't move away. I figured it wuz cause she had $400 invested in our little talk. And moments later, I seen her take a quick peek at my dick; which wuz all but poking outta my pants. It wuz kinda funny, 'cause she had made my dick hard; and a woman always wants to know how they affecting you. I liked that. Told me we wuz making all kinda progress with this here conversation. I left my hand where it wuz, and continued talking. "But he taught me certain things I live my life by. Rules, I guess you might call 'em." I called out to Tator to bring me another drink 'en to give her the same. She didn't say no. "Diamondmouth," I said, and at the same time, I give her thigh a squeeze, 'en moved another four inches closer to her love nest, "How you get all them women to fuck for you? How come they doan leave you without giving you the time 'o day?" Bitch be listening hard now, even with the recorder running. I eased my hand up higher on her leg, and continue talkin'. I see the Bitch is breathin' a little faster too. I found that interestin'. "Diamondmouth would say, 'It's all in how you treat 'em 'cause they all of them different; and they all of them the same.'" I'm lookin' the Bitch right inner eye, and I says, "I told Diamondmouth that I found that puzzling, and asked him to explain it some better. "Sure," he says to me, "You go 'round tryin' to power a strange cunt in'ta doing this, or that ¾ maybe you grab her by the hair, 'en knock her head against the wall ¾ not a good idea, 'cause then what you got is a bitch yelling rape on you; that is, she ain't hurt too bad. Then she be running down the avenue lookin' to throw herself in the arms of the first cop, or pimp ready to defend her, you unnerstand?" Bitch holdin' the recorder and nodding her head like Diamondmouth himself wuz whispering in her ear. She this interested in my shit, I figure it be time to venture a lil' closer to her pussy. See what she do then. I leaned in a little closer to her, and turned down my volume. "He'd say to me, 'You got to do like with a cat.'" "What's that?" Bitch say to me. Before I answer, I let my finger trace lightly crost her pussy. Oh, the Bitch knows I'm there all right. Body language give her away. But to her credit, her face don't show nothing. She takes a sip 'o her drink, and waited for me to continue. So wit my finger still going back 'en forth over her pussy, I go on with the story. "He says, 'First ignore her. Let her come to you. Then you feed her the sweet cream 'en peaches. You play like you doan even see she's got nice legs and tits.'" Bitch's eyes widen some at this, but I kept talkin' as I pushed ever so softly on her lips. "Now, when you feed her the cream, don't be stingy. Pour it on. If she got ugly ears, you say you never seen such pretty seashells, 'en my how the light shines through 'em. She got a honker like a bugle; you tell her handsome noses wuz very prized by Roman emperors and them French kings; pointing out that Madame Bovary 'en Helen the great Trojan queen both had noses the prow any ship be proud to wear." Bitch begin to smile a little, but I seen a bead or two of sweat just above her lip. She took another sip 'o her drink. "If she got no tits, tell the bitch she's a lady born out 'o her time; quality from the twenties come to grace this sorry age with her lovely figure. You hear what I'm tellin' you?" "Err ... yes. Yes I do Mr. Liston," she says, and a little smile 'crost her face. "And then the Bitch push that pussy 'o hers into my finger. I'm not surprised. I'm never surprised with what a bitch will do. I expect anything. They ingenious when it come to fuckin' up a man's mind. So I slip the finger inside her underwear and into her pussy; and use my thumb on her little old button. Bitch smiles at me, and says, "Please continue Mr. Liston." But she don't say which I should continue, so I do both. "So I ask Diamondmouth, 'Suppose the bitch knows what she's got ain't much, 'en says you full 'a shit?"' "What you expect the bitch to say?" Diamondmouth say to me, bringin' his face real close to mine. 'Less she's a sorry fool, so ... so what you do, you eat her. You eat it, 'en make like it's tasty. You act shy 'en humble in the face of such misguided self-abnegation." "Self what?" Bitch says to me. "Abnegation. You the reporter, don't you know the word?" I emphasize this by jabbing my finger into her slippery pussy. Two bookies happened into the bar, moments ago, began to snicker. "Bitch turning red on me now, says, "Could we continue this conversation somewhere more private?" I smiled at her; give her a good look at my gold teeth. I axed 'Tator for the keys to the back room, and took her arm, and we ambled on back, with her titties jouncing against my arm every step 'o the way. Now, the back room ain't much. Couple chairs 'en a pool table or two, a card table and a chest holding towels and stuff for the bar. And some 'o my stuff for special occasions like this. I closed and locked the door behind me, and put my hands on'er hips. Bitch had her eyes closed, waitin' for a kiss. Instead, I lifted her dress up to her waist. Her underwear told me a lot 'bout her. Wasn't fancy, just plain cotton. That meant she didn't expect to get laid when she came here. The wet spot fronting her pussy, told me she wuz expecting to get laid now though. Course the Bitch had asked for the back room. That confirmed her wanting to get laid. And to her credit, she didn't make no pretenses 'bout it either. I'd a thought she'd be heavier as I lifted her up and set her down on the table and then knelt before her lightly furred alter. I said, "To tell you the truth I don't know what misguided self-abnegation meant then or now. I doan think it matters any if we getting serious." She nodded, and shut the tape recorder off. "No need to record everything that's said in here, is there, Mr. Liston?" "It's your machine, Miz. Haynes," I says, and used my trigger finger to pull her underwear to one side; then leaned in close to lick her pussy some. "Ohhhh, Mr. Liston," she say. No time at all, her hand on my head, kinda guiding me along, I don't need no guidance; but I let her have her way for the moment. Bitch pushed that pussy into my face and held it there. I don't mind at all. Fact is I started playin' her puss like it wuz a Stradivarius. A long time ago, a Ho named Wilma taught me how to play the pussy. Wilma's lessons used to last all day 'en all night. I wuz one tired motherfucker headed home from Wilma's. No damn spring in my step those times. Wilma have me 'en my dick dragging. Ain't laying no shit on you, neither. I leaned over the bitch, and resting my weight on my elbows, my face only inches from her pussy, pursed my lips 'en blew my sweetest breath on'er pussy, fanning the thick hair there, enjoyin' the smell perkolatin' off her warm sexy skin. Then I turned and stroked the creamy white skin on her thigh with the wet tip 'o my tongue. Bitch gasped, sounded like all the air rushed out'er her lungs at once. I turned my head the other way 'en trailed my tongue up her leg, starting just above the knee and stopped 'bout a inch short 'o her pussy. She's already making these strange cooing sounds every time my nose brushed against her coarse pussy hair. I give her clittie a little lick, 'en heard the bitch give a short sigh. By this time, the Bitch be holding her legs apart with both hands, you know, to help me along. I kept on going, usin' them short strokes; licking all'a way up the top 'o her thigh to that little crease where it join her hip. My tongue followed it like a salmon swimmin' up river—only I'm going down, down stream 'til I reach pussy hair. Den I turn my head 'en repeat the move on the other side. The bitch be purrin' like a Rolls Royce coming out the garage, 'en I should know, I got two. I slid my hands under her ass, 'en shifted her hips 'til she just right for feastin'. I delved through her pussy hair 'en lick the tiny patch 'o skin 'tween the bitch's pussy and her tiny, puckered asshole. Bitch tensed up on me at that. I solved that by drawin' the tip 'o my tongue slowly up one side her pussy, then tracing 'long the thick outer lip, then I went back to her bottom 'en traced up the other side. Bitch's hips be jerkin' then — up, down 'en sideways. 'En she be moaning, "Yes, yes, yes, yes. That's the place, YESSSSS!" Now the bitch really startin' to feel it. I looks up and sees her eyes be shut and she's squeezing those titties like they oranges on the way to the juicer. I have to wipe my mouth on my arm -- bitch making plenty 'o juice now, 'en work a couple fingers inner' to search for the love spot. Black Betty showed me where that wuz, or the whereabouts anyways, many long years ago. By and by I found it 'en she flopped back on the table so's I could lick her without getting up, but my fingers wuz still moving 'en so wuz she. Damn I had to think a spell about how long it'd been since I seen a bitch have a real orgasm, cause my bitches be lying to me 'bout that shit all the time. Anyways, I let her shudder and shake 'til it passed, 'en she calmed some. Then I axed if she wanna see my snake. Bitch gave me the filthiest smile, 'en licked her lips as she be nodding up 'en down. Her eyes never left my groin. I took forever with my zipper, tantalizin' the bitch. She had one hand puttin' pressure on her pussy 'en the other wuz around her mouth rubbin her lips just 'bout the time I opened my fly. I watched her eyes bug out as I reeled my hose out. (I'm 'bout a foot long and some six inches round.) Bitch reached with both hands 'en grabbed holt 'o me. I stood up 'en made it easy for her to reach with her mouth. 'En she did. I looked down as the bitch started slobberin' over my dick; havin' some trouble figuring what to do first. One thing I liked though, wuz the way her hair fell forward over her face so that at times all I could see wuz my black dick disappearing into it. I pulled her hair back, 'cause I wanted to see her mouth as it stretched to take me in. But I wuz struck by the girl's eyes. Bitch looked like a blind girl the vacant way her eyes be starin' at the size 'o my dick. Still 'en all, she gave me a purty good suckin'; wit her cheeks hollowing out and fillin' mechanically as she slurped away. 'En I gotta give her credit. The girl managed to keep her tongue twirlin' round my dick 'en I really enjoyed the hell out of it. Some 'o my women can't manage that after years of cocksuckin'. Anyways, I began to fuck her face a little harder and a little faster. This white girl figured I wuz 'bout to cum 'en tightened her grip around the base of my dick to hold me off. Least that's what I thought first off, but I wuz dead wrong 'bout that. She began to jerk me off faster and faster and damned if she didn't squeeze my trigger too. My big balls emptied their load and I swear she started cumin' as she swallowed everything I had to deposit in her mouth. Bitch surprised me keepin' my dick in her mouth, sucking and sucking on it for maybe fifteen minutes 'fore I started to rise up again. "Mmmm," Bitch mumbled 'en took me out 'o her mouth, "You do taste awful good to me. And so much cum! Have you been savin' it up for me?" "Just my normal supply, sugar. Just my normal supply." She seemed content at that, 'en went and started humming as she gave me some more head. Them humming vibrations felt purty good too. "Hmmmm, bitch, you ain't half bad," I told her. "You keep sucking 'en I'll keep talkin'. "Lets see now, Diamondmouth be talkin' 'bout misguided self-abnegation, remember?" Bitch nods her head; she be grinding her pussy against my knee. "Never mind," Diamondmouth says to me, "We talkin' cunt, not vocabulary. What you do with the bitch is you shake you head in shocked dismay; you twist 'en turn 'en pour it on. Doan be afraid, slop it in there by the bucket." I wait 'til the reporter bitch looking up at me before going on. When her eyes lock on mine I say, "So Diamondmouth struts 'round like the Preacher man before the collection, then he stops ... come up nose to nose wit me 'en says, "For it is written, 'There ain't no pussy alive that will not twitch when they is properly stoked.'" 'En I also remember another thing he told me, "Excess ain't to be feared as long as the eye is sincere." Well my dick wuz feeling purty good about this time 'en I look down at her working hard on my dick; slurping 'en suckin' to beat the band. I had no choice but to continue wit my story. "So I axed Diamondmouth, 'Suppose she ain't ugly, but is the prettiest thing you ever seen?" He laughed at me, 'en says, "Then the opposite applies. Feed her vinegar." "Feed her vinegar?" "Yeah, mention that she's got a droopy eyelid, to bad, but maybe it's better she shouldn't be perfect after all. Say the little scar on her lip gives her face a certain character." I recall that Diamondmouth hit me on my shoulder, to emphasize his words. "Go easy here, you unnerstan'? Plenty vinegar, but add just a dab of cream to keep her sweet." "Why not give her candy right off?" I axed. I wuz a very young man at the time, maybe 15 or so. He didn't get mad, but told me, "Cause she gets all the goddamn candy she wants from all the other asshole's trying to get into her pants. After her tongue be stinging from what you give her; just a tiny candy drop from you is worth more then a ten pound box from any other dude. Do you unnerstan' what I sayin' here?" I must have nodded my head twenty times or more. "I'm learnin', Diamondmouth, I'm listenin' and learnin'" I said with the greatest respect. I stopped talking 'en pulled my dick out of the bitch's mouth with a loud pop; told her to bend over the table 'cause I wanted to put it to her. She wuz quick to respond, used her hands to spread those plump cheeks apart, wantin' to show her pussy to good advantage. I wondered if she practiced that one front 'o the mirror? Bitch gripped my dick 'en wuz gonna put it inner when I stopped her. "I do my own fuckin' bitch, you doan mind, do you?" "What? Oh, sure. I'm ready ... just drive it in. Fuck me good now, err ... please Mr. Liston." I did ease in nice 'en deep, but at a slow pace, just the way I prefers to fuck. 'En since the bitch wuz nice 'en tight, I used an easy stroke to begin with, figuring to save the best for last. "Now that Diamondmouth be tellin' me," I continued as I poked her, "Next thing ¾ get the bitch outta her clothes. Every one of 'em wants to get outta their clothes. They just need a reason." I laugh at the bitch squiggling under me 'en say, "You notice you still got your clothes on Miz Haynes?" "Huh?" she says; her hand be busy diddling her pussy whilst I'm moseying in an out. So I repeat myself. "Oh ... yes. Yes I do don't I?" 'En she hump that fine ass back at me 'en say, "I can remove these things if you want me too Mr. Liston, but I'd rather continue. This is ... umm, very nice at the moment." Bitch's voice go up couple octaves when I pulled all the way out 'en just lay the head back in. But when I drove it on home, that's when she sang some real opera. I just tell her, "No, you fine. Keep shaking that ass. You doing just fine just like you doing. I just want you to see that you as easy to fuck as one 'o them little bitty girls getting off the bus down at the terminal." She moaned a little at that kinda nasty talk. "I'm easy?" She moaned and sounded delighted. "Easy, but tight baby. Nice 'en tight. I feel them walls 'o yours grazing on my dick. You feel it too?" "OHHHH, YES, YES, Mr. Liston!" She be rubbing my balls with the palm 'o her hand, and says, "You're larger than I imagined a cock had any right to be. You ... fill me. I ... I can't wait for you to come in me." Bitch used them muscles in there to gimme a good squeeze and then say, "You'll probably force it out of me and make a great big mess. But don't worry, I'll clean it up." I pulled mosta the way out of her; then slammed my meat as far as it would go -- Once -- Twice -- Three times. "YES! Ohhhh, YES ... please do that again!" I saw no reason not to oblige her and did. "OHHHHH, Mr. Liston, I'm getting close ... please, please!" So I did it again. And again. Now she be gruntin' real fast, like: "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh... Ohhhh, GOD, YESSSSS!" "Bitch," I say, doan go crazy on me now, I'm gonna pull my dick out so you can kiss it for a while. You gonna like that, but you gonna feel empty when I pull out ... here goes." She give a short moan and wuz quiet. I had to respect that; then she say, "Please ... Go ... go on with Diamondmouth." Bitch did all right, just a long sigh before swallowing my dick again. She gives good head, 'en she's tight, 'en I like that in a woman. So I continue the story for her edification. "So I ask Diamondmouth, 'So what do I do?'" "Learn to give massage," he says. "Huh?" I said, 'cause I'm sure surprised with this information he impartin' to me. "Did you hear me bitch?" I asked Miz Haynes, pullin' her hair back so's she can see my eyes. Quick like, she pull me outta her mouth 'en say, "Yes, yes ... a massage ... you were to give the girl a massage." And just as quick she gobble my dick again, just flicking 'en tickling the underside with that tongue 'o hers. "Right you is, you be catching on bitch. Where wuz I? Yeah, so old Diamondmouth held his hands up like a surgeon putting on his latex gloves 'en tell me, 'Dese magic fingers has plucked more cherries then the trees got apples 'en Washington State.'" I was quick to flatter him 'en say, "Oh, yes, you has Diamondmouth, you sure has." He ignore me, 'en says, "Say the bitch's a secretary 'en tells you that evening, while having a drink at the bar, 'Oh, dear, my tailbone hurts from to much sitting'" "You say, 'I got just the thing for that." "Or, suppose she's a salesgirl 'en she say, 'Lord a mercy, how my poor feet ache.' "You smile 'en show 'er your hands 'en say, 'My mother, may she rest in peace, used to say I had magic hands when I rubbed her feet at the end of a hard day.'" "So you stoke them a little, 'en den you say deep massage works even better, if only she'd take her blouse out 'o the waistband of her skirt. If only she'd take off her panty hose." I stop my story for a minute. "Here, bitch," I say to her, "lets change positions; I lay down on the pool table 'en had her climb up 'en squat over my dick, facing me. "Put it back in," I told her." She lowered herself on'ta my pole 'en her eyes kinda rolled back in her head -- all's I could make out wuz the whites. 'En she start making this keening sound, letting me know her train coming into the station. I let her do the movin' for the moment. The juices just gushing out'ta her pussy, 'en I lean forward and take hold 'a her tittie and chew on that strawberry tip right through her dress to kinda help her along. "Heh, heh, heh. Like I doan like sucking a little tittie myself." I let her finish her pony ride and calm down some before asking if I should continue with Diamondmouth. "Oh ... please do. I think I can get off again with the story, Mr. Liston. You tell it so well. Umm, how would you like me positioned?" "Ever took it up the ass?" "Well ... yes; but it wasn't a very pleasant experience and I'd rather not spoil today's fun with anything that painful." "I dunno. Look to me like you got a fine ass for fuckin." "Do you really think so? You're not just saying that to have your way are you?" "No, I mean it. Your ass just right for taking a big old dick like mine. I shit you not, Miz Haynes. "It won't hurt?" "Just a tad. Kinda like when you lost you cherry. Remember that?" "That didn't hurt at all. This is much different." "No sugar," I say, softly stroking her mind, "it ain't no different a'tall. Now there's a little hurt at the beginning. But we could work around that by letting you be in control. See I'll grease you up, 'en you push your ass onto my dick. If it hurt you can stop. See ... you in control, right?" Now I know my dick's gonna be ramming into her shitter 'cause the bitch got her hand wrapped around my dick, 'en I know she ain't 'bout to let go. She seem right fond of it at the moment. "Jus a sec, Miz Haynes," I say, and reach in the cabinet next to us for the KY jelly. My girls use the pool table here every once in a while. "Now let go'a my dick for a sec while I slop this KY on'er." Her eyes grew bigger as she realized my dick wuz gonna be like a genuine rotor-rooter churning up her shitter. I laved some KY into her ass to lube it up 'en stood back admiring my handiwork and her fine white ass. My dick wuz standing straight out; it wuz painfully hard, 'en bobbing slightly. Bitch stared at my dick 'en then up at me. She be panting with excitement 'en there be a light sheen 'o sweat covering her face 'en neck. Then her arms come up 'round my shoulders, 'en she bringing her mouth to mine. So we kiss for a while. I doan mind a bit. I like to kiss. 'En I know all the girls like to kiss. They even practice on each other. Bitch commence to moan now, her tongue be dancing a tango in there, 'en I loves to dance. Finally I break it off. Enough's enough, but to reward her for being so nice, I moved down to her pussy 'en breathe in that pretty smell all the bitches get when they heated up. Oh, they all smell kinda different, but then again, they all smell the same. I licked the creamy skin along her thigh with the tip 'o my tongue 'en felt her tremble. That tells me the bitch is almost ready for my dick, so's I work my stickie finger slowly into her asshole 'en then work it 'round and 'round. I suck a lil' pussy whilst in the vicinity; 'en gradually lick my way over to her ass hole. Bitch be tensin' up on me again. So I rim her hole, 'en she lets out this shrill screech, that woulda brung the police if Tator not running the bar out front. I whispers to her, "Hey, bitch, doan you like that?" Whimpering now, bitch says, "Ohhhh, my God, Mr. Liston, that felt so delicious ... so wonderful ... please do it again. I won't scream, I promise. I'll let you fuck my ass. I will, I will, please do it some more." "Certainly, Miss Haynes, I sure hope you enjoy it, here goes." I commenced to giving the bitch a special rim job, I noticed she got her hands on those fine ass cheeks, spreading them so's I can get right on in there. That's a very good sign I'm gonna get me some fine ass. I got my tongue inner just a lil' before bringing my fingers into play. There wuz some trouble getting my second finger in, but she didn't cry out or nothin' so I just kept on stretchin' that little hole. I lubed her a bit more and eased the fingers in a little deeper. Now she be panting a whole lot faster. I figure she almost ready, but I'm in no hurry here, 'cause this takes time to do proper. After all, I wants her to like it, 'en axe me to do her again next time we fuckin.' Mr. Liston ... that feels... OHHHHHH!" "Oh, I thought sure it'd hurt, but this is ... mmmmm, sooo good." "Okay, Miz Haynes, you pretty much ready for it. Now grab holt 'o that table leg there 'en lift your ass up a bit." She wuz quick to move; but out 'o the corner of my eye, I see "Tater" 'en a couple 'o my girls peekin' in on us. Now I like 'en audience; its okay with me, but I doan know 'bout the bitch, so I doan say nothing. "That's good," I tell her, "That's very good. I'm just gonna put my dick at you entrance, 'en tap against it like. You job is to push back against me 'en bring my dick inside. Unnerstand?" "Yes ... but, I'm apprehensive. Are you sure this won't be painful?" "You gonna be the judge o that now. Remember you push as hard as you wants. If it hurts ease off some. We not gonna rush it, no need too. It's slow 'en easy. Understand?" "Mmmmmm, okay." I continued playin' wit her pussy, which wuz kinda slippery, 'en then figured she wuz ready for the first try. I spread her cheeks apart, 'en tapped the head 'o my dick against her pucker. Bitch be waitin' for me 'en push back at me. I slipped off to the side 'en had to get ready a second time. This time I pushed at the same time she did 'en gained entry to the tightest lil' asshole I ever did fuck. Bitch groan some, but when I didn't push any further, she back into me again. I held it there for a minute or two, 'til she relaxin' a little; then I shoved some more. Bitch be ready 'en push back hard. I figure she can't be hurtin' to much so I move my dick in another half inch 'fore she cries out, "No, no, no, stop!" I wait, then I pull out to relube. That done, I push into her again 'en gain another inch. I can feel her muscles squeezin' my dick, so's I axe her if she knows how far I got to go. "Not too much more, it hurts, but not like I thought it would. But it doesn't feel that good either." Patience, I told myself, patience. I stayed put for a minute or so, 'en wait for the bitch to relax. "Miz Haynes, I believe I'm gonna go for the gold now." "What? I don't..." "Didn't matter if she unnerstood or not. I slammed forward just as she push back 'en I wuz in. Bitch cryin' from the pain, 'en I felt bad about that 'en said so. But I drew my dick out 'en lubed it up again. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Gonna do it right, bitch. Gonna do it right," 'en I eased it back into 'er -- felt her ass ring givin' a little 'en I pulled out only to start over. Bitch began to moan -- each moan soundin' better than the last. Then, 'bout the fourth full slam into her shitter, bitch stops moanin', 'en starts hollerin'. "Ohhhhh YES! OHHHH YES!" She be fingerin' her pussy faster den Johnny B. Goode ever could. "Fuck me!" she screamin', "Fuck me hard!" Now the only sounds in the room is both a us gaspin' for breath 'en my balls slappin' softly against her pussy. "Here I cum bitch," I yell out myself. "Here I cum! OH, GOD, JUST A LITTLE MORE ... JUST A LITTLE MORE!" I plowed into her ass one last time and released my load with a loud grunt. "OH SHIT! OH SHIT!" She wailed and I heard some of my girls clappin' their hands with glee. "CUMMING! OH SHIT, OH SHIT, I'M CUMMING! OH! OH! OH!" A full minute passed before the Bitch made another sound. Mind you, my dick's still ensconced in her twat. The Ho's watchin' from the bar wuz gigglin' 'en gabbing 'bout this 'en that, but as usual, I paid no mind to 'em. The Haynes Bitch croaked 'en cleared her throat. "Listen, err, Mr. Liston. I never, ever thought anyone could cum like that!" Then she saw the onlookers, 'en looked at me an shrugged her shoulders. She gave me a big smile 'en says, "You are the sweetest man! God almighty can you fuck!" As she sayin' this shit, she be tossin' that firm ass 'o hers this way 'en that, her cunt muscles workin' better then any one 'o my girls, milkin' me like she wuz a machine 'fore she fall forward an my dick left her ass with a soft lil' pop. I got us some towels an wiped her off, then I took care 'o myself. "Miz Haynes?" I axe softly. "OHHHHH, YES, Mr. Liston?" "Want me to finish the story 'o Diamondmouth?" "Mmmm, yes, if you don't mind. I'll sit here for a moment before getting dressed. I ... I've never felt anything quite like I feel right now. You were unbelievable Mr. Liston. Unbelievable." She staggered over to the pool table 'en leaned against it while I tried to recall where I left off; she wuz quick to point me in the right direction. "I believe you'd interrupted Mr. Diamondmouth, Mr. Liston." "You right, thank you kindly." I resumed my tellin'. "I made the mistake 'o inner'uptin' Diamondmouth then." "So's you baby them, 'en drip honey in there ear. So's you fuck them, 'en tell 'em how good it was," I says. "Wrong," he says, 'en smacked me hard across the face. Normally I'd pull my shiv on any motherfucker did that; but I wanted to hear the end o his story, I also respected the shit out 'o the man." He sneered at me, 'en says, "You tell them how good it was in a way says it wasn't very good at all. Fair, maybe. So - so. Put her off her mettle now, you..." "What metal?" I says, not unnerstandin, ' 'en inner'uptin' him again. "Never mind," he says, lookin' up at the ceiling an taken a deep breath. A year or so later I unnerstood why; Diamondmouth really wanted to impart this to me, musta taken a lot of self-control. I mean, since then I been in similar circumstances 'en I always remembered how he told me his story. It has helped me some. Anyway, he says, "Look here, a bitch wants to be a winner, even with poor ungrateful you. So she practically begs you for an encore. You let her try again, and you act a little disgusted. Then you slap her when she comes at you for more." "That's the tricky part. Some run away then, but just as many are glad for it. Glad they're being punished for being such a stupid, dirty, careless creature; givin' it away to you when good-lookin' guys are willin' to marry them just to get it." "You unnerstan' what's happening? Everything -- the sweet and the bitter, the kind and the mean, comes from one man, and that be you. You got everything she needs. Cunt's is lazy creatures, don't you forget. They got lots of ambition, but very little drive. Remember that and you can't go wrong." "That's what Diamondmouth wuz kind enough to share wit me back den." "Well, does it work?" Miz Haynes axed me. "I mean have you had an opportunity to see if what Diamondmouth told you stand's up under testing?" "It works all right. 'En then some, 'en there's the money." "The money?" "Yeah, the money." I smiled at her, let her see my pearly whites. "Just how much you pull down at the paper you workin' for, you don't mind my askin'?" "Six hundred, fifty dollars a week, less taxes." Bitch be smoothin' her dress down, getting all the wrinkles out, she says this. "Huh! My girls make that inna night, Miz Haynes. Inna average night." Bitch straighten up real quick like. "Six hundred ... or more?" She get this weird expression onn'er face. "Some nights a thousand or more." "A thousand?" Her mouth dropped open 'en stayed open. "En most of the time, they enjoyin' themselves. Axe 'em you want, go on axe 'em." Miz White Bitch Haynes, glance over the doorway where some of my bitches gathered lookin' in at us. "They be jealous bitches now, mind you. Can you stand up to 'em?" "What do you think, Mr. Liston?" "You can fuck. You can suck, 'en you got a nice ass. But can you stand up to them?" "Of course I can. I've had training in the martial arts." "Err ... Miz Haynes?" "Yes Mr. Liston?" "You gonna finish that article for the Star Ledger?" "If you want me too, but I thought perhaps you might prefer me working for you. That is, provided you spend more time with me; teaching me more about this profession I seem to be about to enter." "'O course, Miz Haynes. We can have lesson number two later ... after we follow the girls a while 'en you watch 'em do their thing." "Mr. Liston?" "Yes Miz Haynes?" "Two things. Please call me 'Bitch' from now on." "Okay ... Bitch; 'en the second thing?" "What's the most money any of your Ho's made in a night?" ------- The End ------- Posted: 2010-08-31 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------