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(M+/F, inter, hooker, NC?)
Hood Nightmare
by Glaucus
part 1
"Scott? What are you doing? You're not done yet?" Beth groaned out as her
husband, Scott collapsed on top of her. His penis shrinking quickly inside her
as his semen left a wet spot on the sheets beneath her crotch.
"Oh come on, It's been a long day. I can't go on forever when I have to
be up for work in the morning," Scott groaned as he rolled off of his wife.
"Yes! I guess," Beth groaned to herself as Scott rolled over and pulled
the blanket up over his shoulders. Beth had wondered what was missing in their
sex life. Scott seemed to be so inadequate compared to what her friend at
school said about their boyfriends. Their love making sessions where once or
twice a week, and they only lasted a short minute or two once he entered her.
Beth climbed out of bed and walked over to the bathroom to wipe herself clean
of his semen. She hated sleeping in the wet spot. When she returned Scott was
nearly asleep.
"Scott honey," Beth whispered into his ear. She caressed his large chest
with her hand hoping to revive him. Scott rolled over looking annoyed. Beth
herself became very annoyed at his babyish behavior. "Honey, do you remember
that fantasy you told me about before we got married?" Beth looked into his
eyes and watched them light up with interest. Scott had wanted her to dress up
in a slutty outfit and pretend to be a prostitute. Beth had thought the idea
ridiculous, but now that she was a year married and still woefully unsatisfied,
she decided to entertain the idea.
The longest Scott had ever made love to her was five minutes. Beth had
just turned twenty, and her body attracted the glances of every guy she walked
past at the campus. She regularly received propositions from guys on campus,
and each time she dutifully announced she was happily married. Beth was a
shapely five foot five with large breasts, rock hard abdomen, shapely ass, and
curvy legs. She always wore her make up tastefully and had her brown hair
fashioned in the latest style. Lately she had began to question Scott's ability
to perform in bed, but only in her mind. She had always thought that sexual
performance followed good looks, and Scott was a very handsome young man.
In another two years she would have her nursing degree. Beth had learned
her handsome husband was a little dim in the intelligence category. Despite his
lack of intelligence, he made a good lawyer and was able to afford a nice home
for them both in the suburbs.
"What do you have in mind?" Scott said as he looked up at Beth laying
beside him. Scott was indeed lacking in sexual experience and he knew it. The
only other women he had been with was a prostitute he had paid for in the city.
He never had an erection with her. He spent the entire hour watching her suck
and stroke his cock in frustration. When she walked out, she had told him he
had the smallest cock she had ever seen. He still had not recovered from the
pain of being turned out by a prostitute.
"Well, you know how you wanted to see me dressed real sexy and stuff, do
you think that would excite you more? Would that make you want me more?" Beth
asked gently. She watched him smile coyly.
"Yeah, well yes!" Scott said as he realized Beth was willing to play his
game. "And you would even go walk on the street and let me pick you up in my
car?" Scott said excitedly.
"Well I guess," Beth said softly. She had hoped just the clothes would
do, but if he actually wanted to see her in public wearing them, then she would
give it a try. It was not like her friends at school would see her. "what do
you want me to wear anyway?" Beth asked.
"I'll take you out at lunch tomorrow and show you. Can we do it tomorrow
night?" Scott asked.
"I guess," Beth answered cautiously. Scott reached up and kissed her
warmly on the lips. They slept in each others arms for the first time since
their honeymoon that night.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beth stepped off the subway and nervously made her way through the
station. She tried to ignore the smiles from the men as she walked by in her
high heels, and the looks of disdain from the women who tried to ignore her.
She had never dressed so slutty in her life. Scott had taken her to a cheap
discount clothes store at lunch and picked out the slinkiest clothes he could
find.
Beth was strutting through the terminal in cheap white leather high heels
and pantyhose. Scott had picked out a tight pink miniskirt that just covered
her only a few inches below her panties. The tight pink blouse he picked out
for her barely covered her bra-less breasts, and the blouse was cut to show off
her shoulders and bully button. She glanced down in embarrassment to see her
nipples poking out through the thin material because of the cold night air. Her
only protection was the ample make up she had piled onto her face to finish off
Scott's prostitute look. He even had her fluff her hair up high like the girls
she used to laugh at in school.
"Hey honey, I got a car in the lot over there if ya want to make some
quick cash." Grumbled a dirty unshaven man who bumped up against her. She
thought she felt his erection press against her ass during his brief contact
with her.
"What? I beg your pardon!" Beth hissed in her arrogant controlling voice.
The man looked at her in confusion.
"Fifty bucks," he said with a smile. "Fifty bucks for some fun before you
hit the street. You won't get twenty in an hour. I'm paying for the freshness,"
the man groaned as he reached out to take her by the arm.
"NO!" Beth replied and pulled away from him. She walked down the street
toward were Scott had told her he would pick her up. Beth was becoming slightly
nervous at the prospect of being out on the street for long.
Beth watched the tall skyscrapers disappear behind her as she approached
the adult district. She placed her hand on her purse and felt the can of mace
waiting patiently for her to call it into action. She stepped onto the street
Scott had told her about. She felt her heart race in her chest. It was not even
sun down and there were other girls standing around. The prostitutes gave her a
quick glance and turned away. Beth read the signs on the buildings and
shivered. The street was lined with one hour hotels and smut shops as far as
she could see.
"Better keep on walkin girl! This block is Lamar's block! He's skin ya
alive you take any the tricks from his street!" Cackled a slutty Black
prostitute who was smoking a hand rolled cigarette as she showed her legs to
the cars passing by.
"I won't," Beth said shamefully as she hurried past the woman. She passed
eight more prostitutes before she finally came to a relatively quiet section of
the street. She stopped and looked around. The sun was setting quick and she
thought it would be dark in no time at all. She stood in front of a vacant
parking lot and stared down the street in both directions. She seemed to be
standing in a quiet area between two very active sections of the avenue. One
block down in either direction, the prostitutes were standing and waving to the
passing cars. Beth stood beside a pole and tried to blend in without attracting
attention.
"Hey honey, how much?" Asked a dark Black man with a beard as he pulled
up to the curb beside her. Beth felt herself tremble in embarrassment.
"I'm not working yet." She said in her dumbest voice. Trying to play the
part for Scott.
"Fifty bucks for a blow job! What ya say?" Asked the man as he unlocked
the door for her. Beth smiled politely and shook her head no. "ok! Sixty! But
you better swallow!" Grunted the man.
"No. I said I'm not working yet!" Beth said. The man shook his head at
her and sped off. Beth smiled in relief. No sooner did he pull over to the curb
a block up, did another car pull up beside her.
"Twenty five for a blow job?" Asked the greasy Latino behind the wheel.
Beth shook her head no. He spit at her and sped off.
Beth stood on the street impatiently stroking the mace can in her purse
as the cars approached one after another to pick her up. She began pacing
restlessly trying to ignore them, hoping Scott would hurry up and get here.
"Hey girl! Come here!" Rasped a deep voice from a white Cadillac with
Blacked out windows that had just pulled up beside her. Beth ignored the car a
minute hoping it would speed off too.
"Yo Bitch! get yo ass over here!" Crooned the deep voice from inside the
car. Beth turned in shock and stared at the small slit in the window trying to
see who it was.
"I'm not working right now!" Beth replied in her best dumb voice. The car
window rolled down and Beth saw the man propositioning her. The face looking
back at her was coal Black, shaved bald, large, and mean looking.
"Who the hell you working for? I ain't never seen you on this street
before!" Growled the man from inside the car. Beth looked down the street for
Scott's car, hoping he would hurry.
"He's not here yet." Beth said shallowly as she tried to compose herself.
She tightened her grip on the mace container.
"Nobody works this street without talkin to me first! Now get in this car
while we wait for yo pimp! I gonna just make a deal with him before you start
doin tricks!" Growled the muscular Black man from inside the car. Beth saw the
door pop open for her to climb in. She stepped back and took hold of the mace
can, readying her flight.
"No! I cant!" Beth said with a rapidly trembling tone. She started to
step back when she saw a pair of headlight shine into her face.
"Scott!" She cried softly to herself as she ran to his car. She reached
to the door and found it locked. He rolled the window down for her to talk to
him.
"How much lady?" Scott asked dumbly as he stared at his wife trembling
outside the car door. Beth frowned and stepped back.
"Twenty five dollars." She said turning on her dumb hooker voice. She
stared at the Cadillac waiting against the curb in front of them.
"Deal," Scott announced and unlatched the car door. Beth hurried up and
climbed into his car. She was relieved to see him pull away and leave the
Cadillac waiting beside the curb. Beth smiled and sat back in the seat. Scott's
little fantasy turned out all right after all.
"I'm takin ya to the one hour motel down the road. What are you gonna do
for twenty five bucks lady?" Scott said excitedly. Beth smiled.
"Anything you want mister!" Beth giggled as she reached over and placed
her hand on his crotch. She felt his erection throbbing beneath his trousers
and smiled. She would be ecstatic if he made love to her for an entire hour,
even if it was in a sleazy motel.
"We're here!" Scott announced as he pulled the car into the small
u-shaped lot surrounded by motel rooms. Scott left her in the car while he ran
up to the office and got keys to a room. When he returned, he eagerly led Beth
up the stairs to the second story room.
"Well here it is lady! Show me what you got!" Scott laughed as he opened
the door and led Beth inside.
"OK mister!" Beth giggled as she looked around the dingy room. It was the
size of their laundry room, just bed, closet sized bathroom, and bolted down
television. Scott turned on the television and Beth was shocked to see an adult
movie light the screen up. She blushed beneath the thick make up and then
smiled. "let me blow your cock first!" She chuckled dumbly and dropped to her
knees on the dirty carpet.
"Oh yeah, let me lay down!" Scott stuttered as Beth unbuttoned his
trousers. He sat down on the bed and watched Beth pull his raging hard on free.
She immediately sucked it into her mouth and began licking it. Beth never
sucked him before tonight and he felt like taking her on the bed right then.
"Oh yeah mister! It's so big!" Beth giggled dumbly as she held her
husbands cock in her hand and licked the head. She began wrapping her lips
around it experimentally, trying to see how it fit in her mouth. Scott laid
back on the bed and she watched his expressions as she experimented with
sucking his pole in and licking it. She did this for five minutes while he
flinched and groaned wildly on the bed before her. They didn't notice the
footsteps on the walk outside the room, or the face peering though the crack in
the curtains.
"Oh god! I think I'm gonna cum in your mouth if you keep that up!" Scott
groaned as he thrust his hips up and plunged his cock into Beth's suckling
mouth. Beth smiled and pulled her head free, not wanting his semen any were
near her mouth or face.
"Oh baby! Don't ya want the rest of me first?" Beth said seductively as
she stood up before him and posed for him. Scott smiled with wonder as he
watched Beth wiggle her hips and slowly slide her fingers into the waistband of
the tiny miniskirt. Neither he nor she heard the noise of Lamar jimmying the
door open with a credit card. When the door swung open, Beth had worked her
skirt down just around her waist and was about to pull it completely down to
her ankles.
"MOVIN IN ON MY TERRITORY HUH!" Lamar shouted as he took Beth by the hair
and flung her against the wall. She fell down confused and dazed before she
could even utter a word. Scott jumped up in fright, his trousers hanging down
around his knees. "Muther fucker! Are your the girls man? HUH?" Shouted Lamar.
"Yes.." Scott uttered sheepishly as he stared at the knife wielding Black
man standing menacingly before him.
"You dumb muther fucker! I'm gonna teach you to slide your girls in on my
territory!" Lamar shouted as he swung his massive fist through the air and
connected with Scott's jaw. Beth had opened her eyes in time to see her husband
smack into the dingy carpeted floor with a thud. She screamed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scott woke from the coma three months later. His family spent the week
nursing him back onto his feet. Beth had not been heard from since the night of
his beating. The police had told him she had probably been murdered. Scott
remembered the sight of the large muscular Black man forcing his huge penis
into Beth's tight pussy. She screamed, he screamed, and the Black man laughed,
telling him the girl worked for him now. Scott had jumped up to fight twice,
and each time been knocked out. The last thing he remembered was looking down
from the balcony as a muscular Black man pushed his screaming wife into his
car. Lamar had been hefting him over the rail to the concrete below. On his way
down he stared at his screaming wife sitting in the back seat of their car.
Scott went home after a week. Not saying anything to his family about
what had happened to Beth the night he was beaten. He built up his strength,
and went back to work at the law firm. He received the condolences from all his
collogues about the tragedy he endured. The loss of his wife. Scott was unable
to believe Beth had been murdered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Scott drove into the city two weeks after his recovery. He pulled onto
hooker row and began to slowly drive down the road, keeping his eyes open for
the pimp who had beaten him into a coma months ago.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beth stepped out of the car and took a tissue form her purse. She wiped
the cum from her hand and watched her last customer drive away. The Black man
had wanted a quick blow job and she had earned another ten dollars for Lamar.
As she took out her compact and reapplied her lip stick, Sandy stepped up to
her and smiled.
"Girl you ready to head on over to the house, the big spenders just about
ready to come out!" Sandy squeaked as she stared at Beth. Beth looked up like a
mouse and smiled. Sandy was Beth's boss ever since Lamar sent her out on the
streets to earn money two months ago.
"Ok, do you think Lamar will give me some extra crack for doing good
tonight?" Beth sighed hoping she would get some extra relief. Beth had recently
given up her struggles to resist Lamar's total control of her body. Now, Beth
flowed with his plans for her and hoped for every small pleasure he would give
her.
"Yeah girl! He might. I think he might even take off that choker collar
he makes you wear. You been fuckin and suckin like a real whore these past two
weeks. I think he's ready to set you loose." Sandy grinned wide lipped at Beth.
Beth watched the large gold tooth in the husky Black woman's mouth glitter in
the street light. Sandy had been doing tricks for ten years now, that is why
Lamar put her in charge of Beth.
Beth smiled back. She had a gap in her upper front teeth from where Lamar
had punched her. It was one of the last lessons she learned before submitting
completely to the Black pimps orders. As she walked down the street with the
older hooker, she straightened her breasts under the thin tube top. The last
john had groped her tits roughly while she blew his cock in the car. She smiled
at the thought of loosing the dog choker. Lamar made her wear the collar to
display his lack of trust in her. The other hookers treated her like trash
because Lamar singled her out.
"I hope he does, The johns sometimes grab it and choke me with it. They
call me a little white dog." Beth said quietly to her companion. In the
beginning, when she resisted, It was just Lamar who fucked her. He fucked her
for over a month while she learned to obey him. Then Lamar found a different
white girl and sent her out to the streets. Beth despised Carrie for moving in
and moving her out. Carrie worshipped Lamar and did everything he asked,
including humiliating Beth. Lamar had Sandy bleach Beth's hair blonde to match
Carries long blonde hair. In the end, Lamar chose Carrie, and Beth was sent to
the streets to hook.
"Girl you talk to much! Don't you worry what they call you, just as long
as they got the money to pay you when it's over! You is a little white dog!"
Sandy cackled. Beth winced at the large woman's shrill voice as she laughed at
her. Beth thought back to the last two months on the street. She must have
fucked a hundred men a week, and nearly all of them where Black men. To them,
she was just a little white tramp, something to fuck and abuse, to blame all
there problems on.
The two women where now nearly in front of Lamar's house. She looked at
the street in front of the building and saw Lamar sitting down with five Black
men of his posse. She had fucked each one of them at least a dozen times
already. They where large and rough, they treated her badly, but they never
hurt her like Lamar did. When she went into the hotel, she knew Lamar would
give her a couple of hits of crack when she turned over the evening's money.
Then she would wait in the front room for the men to stroll in. She figured she
would fuck at least two dozen men tonight and make Lamar over a thousand
dollars.
"Hey girl, looks like you got one last customer, and fucken shit, looks
like a white boy!" Sandy cackled softly as the brown sedan pulled up to the
curb beside the two women. Beth stood silently by the gate to Lamar's house
while Sandy bent down to the window and negotiated the price for her. She heard
Sandy laugh and point back to her. Then she stepped away and nodded. Beth
pulled her breasts up high and strutted over to the car.
"Ok mister, what did ya agree on?" Beth said softly as she opened the car
door and sat down in the seat. She looked down at the johns crotch without
looking him in the face, and noticed he wasn't hard yet, she had begun to hate
the ones that took a long time to get off.
"Uhhh. Uhhh. Beth. Is that really you?" Said the voice beside her. Beth
broke the first rule of hooking and stared at the man sitting beside her. She
had not been called Beth since before the night. Lamar called her Vanilla, most
of the other girls called her doggie. He jaw froze in fear as she stared at her
husband.
"Scott! Oh my god! Oh my god! Lamar said he killed you! He said he broke
your neck!" Beth stuttered weakly as the memories of her previous life came
flooding back to her.
"He beat me up really bad. I was in a coma for the last four months. Oh
god Beth I'm sorry!" Scott said as tears streamed from his eyes. Beth looked
out the window at Sandy as she stood on the curb waiting, smoking a cigarette.
She looked a bit further and saw Lamar and the five thugs of his possie watched
her closely.
"Scott, you have to get out of here. He is going to kill you if he thinks
you're gonna take me away! He will. They've killed before!" Beth said realizing
how close Lamar was to sending his thugs out to the car to check on her.
"They're expecting you to pull into the alley for a few minutes. Go ahead, do
it. Before they recognize you."
"We have to get out of here Beth. I'm gonna take you home. This nightmare
is over!" Scott cried out emotionally. Beth stared at her long lost husband and
frowned.
"NO! They have guns! You would never make it down the block if you tried
to pull away. They kill men for trying to get away without paying, especially
white men! Oh Shit, how much money do you have?" Beth said nervously. Scott
looked at her in wonder and pulled out his wallet. He had sixty dollars total
in his pocket.
"Beth what do you mean?" He said weakly as he pulled the car into the
alley and beside a trash dumpster. Beth looked back to the street and saw Sandy
leaning on the building waiting, and watching.
"God damn it Scott!" Beth nearly screamed. She knew Sandy was waiting to
see her head disappear while she started her business. "They will kill you in a
second if they think you are her for me. Pretend like you came here for sex!"
Beth whimpered fearfully as she unzipped Scott's trousers and fished his penis
out. "Relax! This is what you wanted when you brought me here in the first
place!" Beth hissed as she dropped her mouth down to his lap and skillfully
sucked his limp rod into her mouth.
"Oh my god Beth! What's happened to you?" Scott stuttered as he felt
Beth's lips lock around his cock sucking him hard.
"I survived!" Beth hissed as she broke her lips free of his cock for a
moment. "Now I've got ten minutes left with you, how are you going to sneak me
out of here? You can't just stroll in and drive out! They would kill us both
before we got out of the city!" Beth said as she pulled her lips back around
Scott's penis. She unconsciously compared his cock with all the hundreds of
others she had sucked and fucked in the last three months. He was dismally
small compared to all of them.
"I'm gonna get you out!" Scott groaned as he looked in the rear view
mirror. In addition to the Black hooker standing in the alley behind them,
there was now a couple of stocky Black men standing there too. "How can I do
it?"
"I don't know!" Beth whimpered as she broke her wet lips free of his
cock. "Come to the crack house tonight. I do tricks till late in the morning.
Bring money and buy me for an hour. We can take a room and talk it out in
private." Beth saw two shadows coming down the alley and realized she was not
sucking. If Lamar's men caught her talking and not sucking they would hurt her
badly. She pulled Scott's cock into her mouth and sucked it hard. She heard him
groan out loudly.
"Hey Whitey! What the fuck are you doin in this part of town?" boomed
Lamar's largest enforcer as he bent down to look into the car. Scott turned
pale as the large Black man pushed his huge head through his window and stared
at him. Beth kept her face locked to his cock even though he tried to push her
off.
"I, I, I just," Scott stuttered fearfully. The large Black man smiled and
shook his head.
"Well you times up! Pay the girl and get the fuck out of here! You white
assed muther fuckers ain't' welcome here!" The large man smiled at Scott and
flashed a revolver from a shoulder harness. Scott felt his penis shrink
immediately even though Beth was sucking hard on it. Beth felt something warm
squirt from his cock and she thought he was coming, then as he mouth filled
with the salty yellow liquid she realized he had peed himself.
"OK Mister!" Beth groaned as she spit out the yellow liquid into the seat
and pushed his squirting penis back into his pants. "That's ten bucks. You
heard him, I gotta go now." Beth had had worse things happen to her than piss
in her mouth, but she never thought Scott would be capable of such a thing. She
stared at him hoping he would snap out of his panic. She saw his crotch turning
dark with his urine. "Come on mister, pay up!" Beth said. Scott looked out the
side window at the Large brute waiting for his wife, then he pulled a ten
dollar bill out and handed it to her.
"Thanks!" Beth said as she stuffed the bill into her tube top and climbed
out of the car. Scott watched her fall in beside the two Black men and the
Black whore as they walked out of the alley. He sat there another ten minutes
as his heart eased up in his chest and he was finally able to hold the wheel
without shaking.
Hood Nightmare Part 2
Scott watched Beth walk down the sidewalk to the shabby brick home one
block down from the avenue. He had rented a room in the cockroach infested
hotel across from where she had been hooking all evening. He watched carefully
as she jumped into parked cars and emerged ten or fifteen minutes later. He
watched for an opportunity to pick her up and drive off, but it was too risky.
Lamar was always within sight of her wherever she went. Scott watched as Lamar
made another drug deal from his white corvette parked in the hotel lot. He
figured Lamar had a permanent room at the hotel because no one came out to
complain about him parking there, and he had watched a number of the hookers
working the street, including his Beth, step into the hotel room with a
customer, only to emerge half an hour later.
He had been observing his wife's actions for two days now. He was still
waiting for his chance. Still afraid to make his move. He had determined her
routine though. She emerged from the crack house a block away early in the
evening with Lamar. He made her work the street in front of the hotel, giving
blow jobs in cars and sessions in Lamar's hotel room until a few hours after
night fall. Scott started drinking to endure the hatred he felt for Lamar. He
had watched his wife pair up with 17 men already tonight, all of them Black.
Now Beth was heading back to the crack house at Lamar's command. He would
follow within a few minutes. The street in front of the house would start
filling with cars and by midnight, the whole street would be lined with cars.
Scott drank another beer quickly and stood up. Beth had just stepped into the
house.
He had taken the week off from work, saying her needed time to grieve for
his lost wife. He had still not mentioned to anyone that Beth was still alive.
During that time he had let his goatee grow out, and he had his ear pierced. He
looked in the mirror and shook his head. If his fellow lawyers at the office
saw him now he would be finished. He dressed like the street hoods did, hoping
he would be able to walk into the crack house looking like he belonged. He
stared a moment at his trimmed hair and ruffled it up some more. He had not
seen a single white man in this neighborhood. He had seen two white women, but
they had been whores. He stepped out of the room for the first time in over a
day. He quickly climbed into the old car he had bought. At least it fit into
the neighborhood well, with mag rims and rusted out doors. He started the old
car up and pulled into the avenue. He drove down the avenue then back up. He
spotted the woman he had figured would be his best bet and pulled up beside
her.
"What'll it's be buddy?" the bleached blonde white girl said to him as he
rolled down his window. Scott forced a smile and pulled the cigarette from his
mouth.
"Blow job? How much?" He grumbled shyly. Mad at himself for not being
more forceful even after drinking half the case.
"Normally, fifteen, but Lamar won't let me blow you for less than fifty!"
Said the tired looking woman apologetically.
"Why?" Scott said worried. He had only brought three hundred dollars and
knew he would need most of it at the crack house.
"Come on boy. You's a honkey! White boy in this neighborhood gotta have
money if he's comin this far into the hood!" The woman chuckled.
"I'll give ya thirty, I ain't got no money. I gotta buy some crack
still." Scott said hoping to gain her trust. He wondered how such a pretty
young girl could go so bad. She even had the accent of the hood.
"ok. Hold on, I gotta check with Lamar." Said the girl as she skipped
across the street and into the motel parking lot. She leaned over and stuck her
head into the window of the corvette. She poked her head out a moment later and
skipped back to his car.
"Lamar says fifty, but we can use the motel room. That's the best he's
gonna do boy. Come on!" She said forcing a laugh from her mouth. Scott watched
her run back across the road, then he followed her in his old car. He pulled up
right beside Lamar's Vette and parked. He swallowed hard, hoping the gangster
didn't recognize him from the night of the beating. The hooker stood before the
door to the room chewing bubble gum and showing off her legs. "Come on, clocks
ticking lover boy!"
Scott flicked out his cigarette and forced a emotionless face. He climbed
out of the car and followed the girl into the room. It was like he expected, a
room just like the one he was staying in, except this room smelled of cheap
perfume, had make up boxes near the mirror, a small pile of sheets on the
chair, and a box of cheap condoms on the night stand.
"Sit down honey. get ready for the best blow job of your life." The
hooker took the gum from her mouth and pressed it onto the table. Scott sat
down and took a deep breath, hoping he could get it up and main'tain his
identity a bit longer.
"What's your name?" Scott said hoping to get her talking.
"You can call me Candy baby, cause I'm so sweet!" The girl giggled almost
on cue. Scott felt her unzip his fly and pull his cock out. She pulled a condom
out of nowhere and expertly unrolled it on his semi-erect cock. "take a deep
breath and get ready for heaven!" She giggled as she dropped her mouth down to
his cock. He clinched the side of the chair as she sucked his cock into her
mouth with force. She sucked him with immense vacuum until his cock was firm in
her mouth, then she started to stroke it with her hand and lick it with her
tongue. Scott immediately realized her cock sucking talent. Scott remembered
why he was here and opened his eyes up.
"God you're pretty, how old are you?" Scott gasped out in between her
expert tugs on his cock.
"As old as you want me to be baby." Candy gasped as she plunged her mouth
down on his cock and sucked him in deep. She pulled her mouth off with a pop
and stroked him in her hand as she smiled up at him.
"How old? You don't look like the other hookers around here." Scott
groaned out as she stroked his cock faster.
"I'm 22 baby, and you ask too many questions. A white boy got enough
trouble being in this hood without asking questions." The girl said with a look
of warning on her face.
"I'm sorry, it's just that you look sweet enough to take home. Why don't
you find some guy and settle down." Scott groaned as she squeezed his prick in
her hands. He felt her stop stroking him and stare up at him. He could see he
had broken the girl loose from her role.
"Look mister. You see this?" She said and turned her arm so he could see
the big Black Scorpion tattooed on her upper forearm. Scott nodded. "I'm a
Scorpion, part of Lamar's gang. There ain't no leavin the hood. Once you in,
you in till your heart stops. And my heart ain't about to stop beatin no time
soon. I'm gonna do whatever it takes!" Then the girl dropped her mouth back
around his cock and sucked him firm again. Scott waited until she seemed to
have calmed down a bit. He was getting ready to ask another probing question
when she raised her head. She had started to cry and tears where running from
her eyes.
"I didn't use to be like this." The girl cried. Scott heard her voice
change from the African hood tone to standard English. "I was going to be a
school teacher. I have two years of college already. I'm serious!" The girl
whimpered fain'tly thinking Scott was about to walk away. Instead he sat there
and put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I don't know why I came here.
But this is what I do now. I got a baby boy to support. Lamar's boy. That ain't
wrong is it?" The girl whimpered and rested her head on his thigh.
"No, you gotta do what you gotta do." Scott assured her. She twisted her
wrist to see her watch, then her head sprang up.
"I'm sorry mister, we only got a couple minutes left. Come on" She moaned
as she wiped the tears from her cheek. "Fuck my face, cum in my mouth baby!"
She moaned as her African accent returned. She wrapped her mouth around Scott's
cock and began throat fucking him madly. Scott felt his cock erupt
instinctively within minutes. The girl held her mouth on his cock until he was
spent, then she carefully pulled the wet rubber from his cock and dropped it
into the trash container. "Fifty bucks home boy." The girl said business like
as she stood up and rushed to the mirror. Scott pulled the money from his
wallet as she quickly made her face in front of the mirror.
"Where can I get some crack round here?" Scott asked softly as he handed
the girl the money. She took his money, opened the door and waved him on. There
was a Black hooker and her Black customer waiting outside the door. Scott
followed her to Lamar's Vette.
"Here baby, the boy want's some blow, you know where he can get some?"
Candy cooed into Lamar's ear as she handed him the fifty Scott had just paid
her. Lamar covertly stuffed the money into his shirt and looked up at Scott
menacingly. Scott waited for him to pull out a gun and finish him right there.
Lamar whispered something into Candy's ear and she shook her head. "No, he's
clean baby, I checked him out."
"Come on honkey, I get you your blow, jump in!" Lamar commanded deeply.
Scott stepped around the vette and opened the door. He sat down in the seat and
looked at the man who had ruined his life. He did not recognize Scott for
anyone other than a dumb honkey.
"How much you lookin to buy?" Lamar asked as he put the car in reverse
and pulled back swiftly. Scott pulled out two hundred dollars and flashed it to
Lamar. Lamar smiled and pulled away. "Why you come to the hood for blow? I got
dealers in the burbs sellin the stuff."
"Not in my hood." Scott said as throaty as he could. He pulled out a
cigarette and lit it, hoping to disguise his voice some more. "My hood's clean,
I might even be lookin to buy a quantity if you know what I'm mean."
"You thinkin bout dealin?" Lamar chuckled. He had white dealers in the
burbs but he thought they where all stupid. He overcharged them for the crack,
and they came back for more every time.
"I could sell a lot of blow man. Need a supplier though." Scott said.
"Well, we'll see honkey." Lamar chuckled as he pulled up in front of his
house and turned the car off. "gonna have to see how much money you got first.
Come on in, but don't leave my side. These Niggers slit you up for smillin!"
Lamar laughed. He was tickled to have another dumb honkey dealer buying his
blow.
"I can get the money bro." Scott said as he watched Lamar climb out of
the car. He quietly reached under his pant leg and pulled a package from his
sock. He stuffed it as deep under the seat as he could as he opened the door
and climbed out.
Lamar stood on the other side of the car smiling a toothy smile at him.
Scott forced a smile from his lips as he closed the door. He followed Lamar up
to the house. Loud rap music was booming from the walls and he could see a
crowd of people moving around inside. Lamar led him past a group of Black body
builder types guarding the door and into the house.
"Stick close honkey, My brothers slice up a white boy if they don't know
ya!" Lamar advised as they stepped into the front room of the house. Scott
winced slightly as the acidic smell of dope and crack filled the air. The front
room was simple. Three large couches lined up against the wall with a single
lamp in the corner. The couches where full of brother's toking and laughing.
Everyone gave him a dirty glance the second he stepped into the room. "It's ok
brothers, he's with me." Lamar announced to their relief. Scott followed Lamar
through the large house into a dimly lit room in the back. He watched a Black
girl come down the stairway with a brother in tow. She smiled at Lamar and
handed him a wad of cash as she passed.
"Comon boy, I'll get ya your blow." He said as he pulled a key from his
pocket and unlocked the door. He followed Lamar into an office like room with a
bed in the corner and a large desk on the other wall. Lamar went to his desk
and opened the top drawer. He pulled out fours bags and tossed them to Scott.
"You think you can sell boy, how much you talkin?"
"Thousand a week, maybe more." Scott said.
"That's all. I got girls bring that in a night. I got three cracker
bitches that can do a grand easy on the weekend. Hell Candy one of em. My new
girl pullin twice that when I work her at the peep show! No honkey, you want my
blow, you gotta do better than that, how much green you got up front?" Lamar
said as he proudly started the thumb though his wad of cash.
"Well," Scott stuttered as he reconsidered his offer. He had thought a
thousand would be enticing to him. "If I work the malls, I can bring in five
times that, but it's risky." Scott lied. Lamar's eyes opened wider at the offer
though.
"Really? Your honkey ass gonna have to work them malls then if you buyin
from me!" Lamar announced.
"Deal," Scott said.
"Deal!" Lamar said as he extended his hand and gave Scott a hood
handshake. "You hang close cracker boy, I ain't leavin for a couple hours and
You ain't safe walkin back to yo car by yo self!" Lamar said standing up. He
led Scott from the office and back into the loud smoky house. Beside the front
living room where they had come in was another open room, separated from the
living room by beads hanging from the doorway. Lamar pushed through the beads
and Scott followed. The room they entered was furnished with nice leather
couches and a large screen Television. Lamar sat down in the middle of the
center couch. Scott sat down on a nearby couch. Scott looked around nervously
wondering how he would get out if her had too. He saw no way.
"Hey honey!" Groaned a Black girl who came strolling in from the front
room. She strutted up to Lamar and sat down beside him. She handed him a wad of
bills and wrapped her arms around him. Lamar ignored her lustful advances and
counted the money.
"I left Candy on the street tonight, she's makin the green tonight.
Where's Vanilla and Kitten?" Lamar grunted as he added the wad of money to his
pocket full.
"Vanilla's with one of the homeboys upstairs and Kitten is still
downstairs in the cage. She's been askin when you'd be home." The pudgy Black
woman chuckled.
"Bring Kitten in, and get one of the girls for my new associate here!"
Lamar said as he pointed to Scott.
"Sure thing baby." Cooed the Black girl as she jumped up and ran out of
the room. Lamar flicked on the television and started to watch the late show. A
few moments later the same Black girl entered the room holding a rope. Behind
her, on a leash, walked a pretty young white girl in a baby doll teddy, wearing
a collar. Her face was made up sluttishly, and her hair was fluffed up like a
whore.
"Come here Kitten? You wanna sit down with yo daddy?" Lamar cooed
childishly to her. The girl, staring shamefully down at the floor, nodded yes
without looking at him. Lamar patted the seat and She sat beside him. Lamar
pulled her close and started exploring her body with his large muscular hands.
"This the one Lamar?" Rasped a plump Black woman wearing spandex and a
gold blouse. She was standing beside the couch pointing at Scott.
"Yeah that the one." Lamar grunted as he slipped his hand inside the
blondes teddy and caressed her crotch area. "what do you say to Daddy when he
comes home? Come on girl!" He groaned. The blonde girl squirmed and avoided eye
contact with him. Then Scott watched her tense up and look him in the face.
"Baby doll, I missed you so much." The girl said holding back her tears.
"what can kitten do for her man to make him feel good?" She said softly, her
voice breaking up at the end.
"I'm gonna let you suck my cock seein how we gots company. Go introduce
yourself to the honkey over there and give Yolanda a kiss for me!" The white
girl frowned sadly as she pulled herself up from the couch. Scott watched in
awe as the petite little blonde walked up to him and forced a smile. Yolanda
sat forward as Kitten embraced her. Scott watched the two girls share a long
wet kiss before the white girl finally broke free with a wince. She looked at
Lamar quickly and waited for his direction.
"Go on girl. He won't bite!" Lamar ordered. The blonde dropped to her
knees and forced Scott's knees apart. She looked like a child being forced to
clean her room. Scott sat in shock as she fished out his cock and pulled it
into her mouth. Lamar grinned and laughed as the girl slurped and sucked on
Scott's dick until it was semi erect.
"What's the matter honkey? She ain't sexy enough for ya?" Lamar laughed.
Scott looked down at the girl who was trying painfully hard to please him. Her
eyes strained to convey her desire to please.
"She's hot man." Scott stuttered. The girl pulled her head away from
Scott's lap and gasped.
"I'm sorry Lamar, I did my best. He just won't get hard for me!" The girl
whined. Scott realized she was trying to make him hard for Lamar's benefit.
Then he felt sorry he couldn't get a full erection to show Lamar he liked the
girl.
"You a dumb white bitch you know that? Now get over here and suck my
balls!" Lamar groaned. Scott watched the girl crawl over to Lamar and pull his
pants down, then pulling his large nut sack into her mouth to suck on. Lamar's
cock rested on her nose as she tried to please him. He felt a hand on his penis
and looked beside him to see Yolanda stroking his shaft with her pudgy fingers.
He tried to wave her away but she insisted.
"Kitten here is new to the gang. She joined up about two weeks ago. She
my girl but I trainin her to get good with her mouth for when she hits the
street. A whore ain't worth the rubbers if she cant suck a cock good!" Lamar
chuckled. "Hell, my last woman took damn near three months to train! But now
the bitch suck a cock with the best of em and she be lost without me!" Lamar
smiled.
Scott offered a cursory smile as Lamar continued to brag about his newest
white capture. Yolanda continued to stroke his cock and he was surprised to see
it stiffening again. He glanced out into the front room and saw something that
made his heart sink in his chest. Beth was standing in front of a couch of
three large Black men, waving her ass lewdly and smiling. He watched the
largest of the three stand up. Beth wrapped her arm around him and they walked
off toward the stairs together. The Black man was mammoth compared to Beth,
towering over her by more than a foot. Scott watched them disappear up the
stairs.
"Yeah boy that last bitch was fun though, she put up a struggle at first,
I damn near had to kill her to make her obey! Here, let me show you the video!"
Lamar laughed as he picked up the remote. Scott watched with a growing remorse
as the Large Black man laughed about conquering his wife.
Scott froze as the screen flashed into a scene of Beth, still with her
brunette hair, laying naked on a large mattress, covering herself in shame. Her
face was streaked with tears and she was pleading for mercy. Scott kept from
clinching his fists as he heard Lamar's voice booming from the video. "You
gonna suck it bitch! you gonna suck it or I gonna knock those teeth out!" Beth
cried "no" Then Scott watched Lamar enter the view. He grabbed Beth by the hair
and held her still as he pushed his cock into her mouth. Beth's resistance gave
in slightly and she started to suck Lamar's huge tool. The screen blurred as
Beth rocked backward onto the mattress as Lamar shoved her away. "I told you
what gonna happen if you touch my cock with those teeth again!" Lamar boomed at
her. Beth shrank away in fear. "No" She cried as Lamar wrestled her onto her
belly. Scott watched Beth's rear pulled into the air as Lamar planted the head
of his cock in her channel. Lamar plunged into Beth doggie style and she let
out a gasp of pain.
"Look at this part, the bitch know's it's comin too!" Lamar laughed as
Kitten knelt between his legs sucking his balls.
Scott stared at the screen and felt himself sweating through his cloths.
"No please!" Beth cried as Lamar pulled his cock from her pussy and pushed it
into her butt. Beth howled out in pain as Lamar rammed it home and began
stroking it in her.
"No! No that ain't it! Watch!" Lamar laughed as he pointed to the screen.
Scott was trying to look away. Lamar pumped her stretched asshole a few minutes
before pulling out again. Scott watched Beth's red anus slowly close up. "Now
what do you say to your Daddy?" Lamar shouted at her as he pushed the head of
his cock back into her cunt. Beth was sobbing now. "Please baby doll.." Beth
cried out in sobs, unable to speak a full sentence without gasping. "please how
can I make you feel good!" Beth grunted as Lamar lunged his cock back into her
depths. Lamar took a large butt plug from a box on the bed and smiled. He
pushed the head of the rubber tool against Beth's anus and started working it
in. Beth started crying loudly now. The plug was wider than Lamar's sizable
cock so it stretched her butt until she screamed. The plug reached it's maximum
then slipped into Beth's butt firmly. Lamar then started fucking the tearful
girl until he came in her. Scott was shaking in his seat now. His wife was on
the television crying as Lamar tortured her. When Lamar pulled his cock out,
cum started to seep from her slit. Lamar stopped the flow with yet another butt
plug. This one even larger than the first. As Lamar climbed off the bed, Beth
was crying and holding her crotch. The plugs had spread her open so much she
was unable to close her legs, so she laid lewdly on the bed holding herself.
"Those plugs come out before I get back, You don't get no candy tonight!" Lamar
grunted at her deeply. A moment later he returned with a needle in his hand.
Beth held her arm out and Lamar injected her with the drug. A moment later her
crying stopped and she lay silently on the bed staring at the ceiling.
"That was the first week the bitch was here. Last week I took her to the
peep how with some of the boys. Here look at this!" Lamar chuckled as he
pointed to Yolanda. Scott watched the porky Black girl climb off the couch and
run to the VCR. She took out the tape and inserted another. Scott stared
through the door into the smoky front room just to see Beth being escorted up
stairs with another man.
Scott took a deep breath and sighed as the video came on. The scene was
of a red velvet room with a stool in the middle and glass windows all around.
Beth entered the room wearing a pink teddy, her hair blonde, her skin blotched
with small bruises and scratches. The sliding doors to the windows opened up
and Beth started dancing. To a rap song. Scott could see men through the glass
windows beating their cocks at his wife's lewd behavior.
"Here come the good part. This bitch done learned her lesson!" Lamar
laughed. Beth opened her arms up and giggled to someone off camera. "Come on
baby!" Beth chuckled in an African accent. A large Black man entered the scene
wearing a g-string.
"Oh baby let me suck that big cock!" Beth groaned as she fell to her
knees in front of the rough Negro. Scott swallowed hard as he watched his wife
eagerly pull down the man's underwear and start licking his cock.
"Bitch can suck as good as the best whores now!" Lamar laughed as he
pointed to the television. Kitten was now sucking his cock in a steady rhythm.
On the television, Beth was assuming a doggie position for the Black man.
He mounted her and thrust his cock into her pussy. Beth let out a scream of
ecstasy Scott had never heard before. The camera zoomed in on her as she ripped
her satin garment from her breasts and began messaging them. Scott winced as he
noticed the two large hoops hanging from his wife's pierced nipples. On her ass
was a comic tattoo pointing to her asshole. It read Dark meat only, no honkeys
allowed.
"Oh Yeah! Your learnin bitch!" Groaned Lamar with his eyes rolled back in
his head. He took Kitten by the head and started rocking her head up and down
on his cock. "Come on! Come on girl! Hurry it up!" Lamar shouted. Kitten jumped
up and squatted on Lamar's lap. He ripped her teddy open and yanked on her.
Scott watched her whole body shudder as Lamar pulled something from her
backside. She screamed softly then Lamar produced the large butt plug. He
dropped it to the floor and then tugged the other huge plug from her pussy.
Kitten gasped out as he pulled her down onto his cock. Filling the void left by
the rubber tool with his throbbing cock. He rocked her in the air a few times
and came inside her. Kitten collapsed on the floor as soon as Lamar let her go.
"Is it ok if Kitten goes to the bathroom now?" She gasped wearily. Lamar
shook his head. Kitten winced and grabbed the large plug knowing the routine
already. She laid it beneath her and worked herself down onto it. She stood up
with the large tool stuffed in her vagina. "Can I go now?" She groaned. Lamar
nodded and she ran off to a door behind the couch.
"I still got a while to go before I send her to the streets. She'll run
if I let her. Damn bitch ain't learned to respect me yet!" Lamar grumbled as he
pushed his cock back in his pants. On the television screen, Beth was now
laying on top of one man who was fucking her from underneath, while a second
man was prodding her butt with his large tool. Scott was happy to look away
from the television. Yolanda was stroking his cock again and he put his arm on
her shoulder to pretend he was interested, anything to look away from the
television. Yolanda smiled a large lipped grin at him and sat down on his lap,
pressing her large rump down on his cock. She stroked his cock energetically
beneath her leather skirt. Scott closed his eyes and laid his head back. He
could hear his wife screaming lustfully to be fucked from the television set.
He tried to pretend it was him she screamed for.
Scott closed his eyes and imagined he was far away. He felt the hooker
unroll a condom on his erection. As he listened to Beth crying out to be fucked
harder, he felt the hookers fat ass descend on his rod, he felt his cock rub
across her rough pubic hair then slip into her wet pussy. He groaned a deep
guttural gasp. Beth cried out in pleasure from the television set.
"Oh Baby!" Yolanda chuckled to him. She took his hand and pulled it
around to her fat tits. He squeezed them softly as he began to thrust into her
from below. On the television, Beth was moaning wildly with lust. Her lovers
were telling her to suck and fuck and move faster. After many months without
sex, he realized he had a lot to relieve himself of.
"$5000 TOMORROW!" Lamar shouted across the room. Scott opened his eyes
and looked across the room. The girl named Kitten sat on the couch beside him
timidly, and on his other side sat Beth, or as she was known here, Vanilla.
Beth tried not to look at him, she seemed slightly shaken at seeing him there.
Lamar had shaken him from his fantasy. He felt the Black hooker's ass settle
down heavily on his crotch as she reached down to remove his cock from her
snatch.
"$5000 right!" Lamar said with little emotion. Looking sternly at Scott.
Yolanda lifted her ass from his crotch and sat down beside him. Pulling her
skirt down to cover her crotch.
"Yeah, I'll get the money and bring it to you." Scott stuttered as he
pushed his erection back into his trousers and tried to zip up. Beth was
dressed in a pink miniskirt and tube top. Scott paused to stare at the gold
ring through her belly button.
"Alright then, well we gots a special event tonight. Vanilla here is
joinin the possie for good tonight. She gonna give us a little show. Go on
girl, get James and Roland." Lamar announced. Beth jumped up from the couch and
ran from the room. She returned a moment later following two of the largest men
Scott had seen. James was 6'8" and nearly 300lbs. Roland was barely 6' but he
was much wider and stockier then James. James sat down on the couch beside
Scott while Roland sat beside Lamar. Both men gave a gang salute to Lamar as
they settled into their seats. Beth stood in the middle staring at the floor.
Hood Nightmare
PART 3
"Well girl, you ready to get yo Scorpion tonight?" Lamar asked. Beth
stared at him and nodded.
"Yes daddy, I want it really bad!" Beth said softly.
"Alright then, dance for us. We got a honkey joinin us tonight. He gonna
deal blow for me in the burbs. He ain't no Scorpion you understand?" Lamar
warned. Scott felt small seated next to James, and the talk about not being a
Scorpion put him deeper into perspective. He was only there for the money he
promised. He wouldn't be able to participate in this game.
Beth went over to the stereo and turned the music. It was the same rap
music which was playing elsewhere in the house. Beth stood in front of Lamar
and started grinding her hips for him.
"Ain't this bitch something else?" Lamar laughed to his pals.
"Hell yeah boy!" James laughed across the room as he sat staring and
Beth's jiggling breasts. Beth turned to him and spread her legs, grinding her
crotch in the air for him. Scott felt himself beginning to tremble in
disbelief. She avoided his gaze completely.
"How much you make tonight girl?" Lamar shouted at Beth. She turned and
danced in front of him as she fished the wad of cash from her top. "A lot
baby!" Beth announced as she handed Lamar a wad of bills.
"How many Niggers you knock boots with tonight girl?" Lamar asked with a
smiled as he thumbed through the bills.
"Eleven big boys and one buttfucker, he paid me double like you wanted
baby." Beth announced in a Black accent as she continued to grind her hips and
message her breasts in front of Lamar.
"How many blow jobs?" Lamar asked
"Bout twenty honey. They just never stopped commin." She smiled.
"How many you gonna do tomorrow?" Lamar said
"As many Niggers as want a piece of my white ass baby!" Beth groaned as
she went low and pulled her skirt up for Lamar. Lamar raised an eyebrow at her
and took Kitten in his arms.
"Come on bitch! enough dancin! Blow me!" Roland said in a low raspy voice
as he sprawled back on the couch. Beth waited for Lamar's nod. When he gave it,
she danced up to the stocky Black man and dropped to her knees. She pulled his
pants down to his ankles and immediately pulled his thick cock into her mouth.
Roland took her by the head and laid his head back, guiding her head up and
down on his meat. Scott was feeling sick to his stomach the more he watched
Beth perform for the gang members. He could hear Beth's slurping and sucking
almost above the loud rap music. Lamar ignored the act beside him, and started
French kissing Kitten, who fell submissively into his arms. James was getting a
bit impatient himself, as he leaned forward on the couch and pulled Beth's
skirt up above her butt.
Beth wore a g-string beneath the skirt. He could see the big tattoo
clearly on her butt cheek now. He wondered if it could ever be removed if he
was able to get her out of here alive. Scott watched as Beth's head began to
bob faster and faster on his cock until her hair was billowing through the air.
She finally broke away and began moaning.
"Oh yeah Roland baby, CUM! Cum on your little girls face!" Roland was
wincing and gasping in the chair as Beth moaned for him. He pushed her onto the
floor and dropped to his knees. Scott looked away as he saw the strand of cum
hanging from Beth's lip as he held her still. The rest of Roland's ejaculation
spurted onto her chin and cheek. Beth laid still and moaned for more until he
was finished. When he let go of her, she was spattered with his wet glistening
juice, but she remained still and waited for orders.
"Get up and wipe it into yo skin bitch!" James chuckled with excitement.
Beth looked to him and sat up. She obediently began smearing Roland's cum into
her face until she had absorbed it all into her pores. Scott stared at the
floor in disgust.
"Yeah bitch, you like that Black Nigger cum don't ya?" Roland grunted as
he unzipped his fly.
"Sure baby, what white girl wouldn't?" Beth giggled to him. Roland
motioned her over and pulled her face to his cock. Beth pulled it into her
mouth and began sucking it loudly. Scott glanced over and saw his wife
straining to pull James's big cock into her mouth.
"James, hold on boy. Let's have some fun! Let's see if Vanilla really
loves Black cum!" Lamar laughed from the next couch. Beth pulled her lips from
James's cock with a loud smack. She looked over to Lamar obediently. "Go
collect the garbage from the upstairs rooms and bring it down here girl! And
have Sandy bring in some drinks!" Lamar shouted to her. Beth jumped up and
pulled her skirt down. She disappeared up the stairs in a flash as she sought
to please her master. She returned a couple minutes later with six small waist
cans. A large Black woman in spandex followed her in with a tray of beers and
glasses. She laid the drinks down on the table and left without bothering
Lamar's project with Vanilla.
"Go on girl, fish out all the rubba's and lay em on the tray. I want you
to squeeze all the brothers cum out into that glass for us!" Lamar chuckled
with excitement. Roland, James, and Yolanda all started to giggle when they
realized Lamar's plans. Scott stared dumbly.
"Yes daddy." Beth groaned obediently. She fought to hide the frown as she
understood the implications. She reached into the trash can and pulled the top
rubber out. She held it up with two fingers and turned it over into the cup.
The thick white cum drooled out into the wide mouthed glass and made a few
splotches.
"I said all of it! Squeez it out!" Lamar commanded. Beth forced a smile
and took the rubber between her fingers. She ran her fingers down the length of
the rubber and squeezed the remainder of white cum out into the glass. Beth
continued to fish out the rubbers and drain them into the glass one by one
until she was finished with the first trash can. The cup was an inch deep with
cum now, and the smell of semen filled the air. The pile of emptied condoms was
three inches high. Beth though of how nice it would be to have the dog collar
removed, to be accepted by these people. She blocked the thought of Scott out
of her mind because her old life was too painful to consider now.
"Kitten, get over there and help her drain them rubbas, we aint got all
night!" Lamar commanded. Kitten frowned and quietly stepped off the couch. She
knelt beside Beth and started fishing the condoms from the garbage. Her dainty
fingers seemed repulsed by the filthy soiled condoms.
"I can't do this!" Kitten cried out as she felt the cum dribble onto her
fingers. Lamar stood up and attached a leash to the choker chain around her
neck. Kitten grabbed the silver chain around her neck defensively. Lamar yanked
her up into the air by the chain and let her dangle gasping for air for a
moment. James and Roland stared silently, knowing not to deal with Lamar's
business. Scott watched in terror as the girl started to turn blue.
"There!" Lamar shouted at her as he released his hold. Kitten fell to the
ground gasping and crying. "I said you help!" He shouted.
"Yes daddy!" Kitten cried as she drug herself back to her knees beside
Beth. She grabbed a handful of condoms from the trash and started emptying them
into the cup, oblivious to the gobs that ran out through her fingers.
Scott watched the glass fill with the thick creamy liquid until finally
the pile of condoms on the tray was a foot tall, and the trash cans where
empty.
"Go wash ya self up kitten, and bring back a spoon!" Lamar said with
growing impatience. "Go on Vanilla, ask James if he can fuck yo big pussy
doggie style!"
Beth turned around and walked up to James. "James baby, want to fuck me
like a dog?" She cooed in a high babyish voice.
"Yeah bitch! Come one and get those cloths off!" He grunted as he stood
up. He pulled his pants to the floor and kicked them off while Beth pulled her
skirt up and pulled her g-string off. She knelt down and assumed the position
for him. Scott watched Beth's ass wiggle in the air in front of them as James
knelt down behind her. Beth's pussy was shaven and swollen. James unrolled a
condom over his thick cock quickly and then pushed his fat cock head into her
hole. Beth groaned and pushed back to meet his hips with her butt cheeks. Scott
averted his gaze to Yolanda as he heard the slapping of James's flesh against
his wife's naked rear.
"Yolanda! Get over here and grab this glass of Black jizz!" Lamar shouted
as Kitten returned to the room holding a spoon. Lamar pulled her down beside
him and threw the spoon to Yolanda. She caught it with a giggle as she took the
glass and sat back down beside Scott. "Go ahead girl! Start feedin it to her!"
Lamar laughed.
Scott watched in disgust as Yoland sat down beside him and dipped the
spoon into the glass of semen. She pulled the dripping spoon out and watched
the gobs of cum drop slowly back into the cup. "Come on girl, wiggle you face
over here for some dinner!" The chunky Black girl said giggling. Beth looked up
and held her disgust in, It was worth it she reminded herself. She scooted over
so that she was kneeling like a dog before the couch, before her husband, James
fucking her pussy from behind, Yolanda and the spoon in front.
"Here honkey! Come and get it!" Yolanda cackled as she dipped the spoon
into the glass and pulled it out dripping with cum. She held it up to Beth's
lips. Beth paused then opened her mouth and closed her eyes. She accepted the
spoon in her mouth. Yolanda pushed it in and tipped it over until the thick wad
of cum spilled out into her mouth. She knew what to do, She closed her lips
around the utensil as Yolanda pulled it out, capturing the entire spoonful in
her mouth. Lamar had came around to watch her drink the cum, so she put on the
show, swallowing it and opening her mouth lustfully for more.
"Good girl! Yo daddy gonna make you a member of the possie tonight girl!
Drink the Black sperm up for yo daddy!" Yolanda giggled, feeding spoonful after
spoonful of the thick cum into Beth's mouth.
"Let the white boy feed her girl!" Lamar chuckled with excitement.
Yolanda smiled and handed the glass to Scott. Scott took the glass with a
trembling hand and pulled the spoon out. He looked around and fought for a
reason to leave and found none. He held the spoon up with a trembling hand to
his wife's lips. Beth opened her eyes and made eye contact with him the first
time tonight. He saw her expression turn to sorrow and embarrassment. She
turned her head away from him and stared at Lamar.
"Please daddy, I don't want the white honkey touchin me! Please make him
go!" Beth pleaded. Lamar shook his head.
"Do as I say girl! You want that dog collar forever!" he shouted. Beth
turned her head and with closed eyes she took the spoon in her mouth. Scott
watched her pull away, cleaning the spoon of the cum. He dipped the spoon again
and fed it to her, feeling himself getting closer to madness each time. Beth
had drank nearly half of the cum in the glass now and James was sweating onto
her back as he pumped her from behind.
"Yeah girl! Yeah girl! Get ready, James gonna feed you the fresh stuff
now!" He grunted as he slammed her hard from behind. Scott was thankful to turn
away as James pulled out of his wife. Beth spun around and pulled the rubber
from his cock, pulling his cock to her mouth just as he erupted. She sucked his
cock into her mouth and swallowed his entire load without blinking.
"Aw shit man! I ain't never fuck no honkey bitch like that before!" James
groaned as he pulled Beth's lips from his cock and pushed her mouth to his
balls. She obediently started licking his nuts for him while he laid back in
exhaustion.
"OK girl! You want to be in this possie?" Lamar shouted to her. Beth
pulled away and stood up in front of him.
"Yes daddy. Please!" She groaned. Lamar took her tube top and pulled it
down below her breast.
"Then get undressed, I gonna call in Big D" Lamar said pointing to
Yolanda. She jumped up and ran from the room, Returning a minute later with a
thin old gray haired Black man. He had a small box under his arm. Beth stood
before the couch where Lamar sat, completely naked.
"You want to be in my possie girl?" Lamar said quietly. Yolanda had
turned down the music until it was quiet. People from the front room had been
invited to witness Beth's entrance into the gang.
"oh yeah daddy!" She said softly. Tears pooling at her eyes.
"You wanna fuck and suck Nigger cock till you die?" Lamar asked.
"Yes daddy!" Beth moaned.
"You gonna go out to the street each night and bring home the money to yo
daddy?"
"yes daddy!" Beth said as she looked around the quickly growing crowd
behind Lamars couch.
"You gonna keep yo mouth shut when the man put you in jail for sellin yo
ass?" Lamar said.
"Sure will daddy." Beth answered.
"then you think you ready to be in my possie?" Lamar said louder.
"yes daddy." Beth moaned impatiently.
"Then you gonna have lots of children for Lamar, you gonna raise em in
the hood?"
"Yes daddy." Beth said thinking about her first month sleeping with
Lamar.
"Are you pregnant with my child now woman?" Lamar asked.
"Yes daddy!" Beth groaned. Scott flinched as if struck, unable to believe
what he had just heard.
"Then I makin you a member of the possie tonight girl! Now drink that
jizm down!" Lamar laughed. Yolanda took the glass from Scott's trembling hand
and handed it to Beth. She took it in both hands and brought it to her lips.
She closed her eyes and cried out as she tipped the glass. The crowd cheered
and clapped as she swallowed and swallowed the cum in the glass until it was
empty. When she was done, she dropped the glass down beside her and sat down on
the floor.
"There ya go vanilla!" Lamar shouted as he reached down and removed the
choker collar from her neck. Beth sat silently trying not to wretch up the cum
in front of Lamar. She heard the buzzing of the needle gun as the old man sat
down beside her. Lamar handed her a vial of crack and she eagerly opened it.
Snorting the drug into her lungs as fast as she could. Scott watched in
disgusted terror as the men slowly filtered from the room. Beth lay on the
floor tripping, the old man tattooing a gangland symbol of a Scorpion on her
forearm.
Scott excused himself and stepped over to the bathroom. As he stepped
into the little room and closed the door behind him, he bent over and began to
wretch into the sink. The sights and sounds he had witnessed where too much to
stand. He splashed some water on his face and straightened his hair. Thinking
about the rest of his plan, he turned the knob and opened the door to step back
into Lamar's parlor. As the door opened, he saw a white hand pushing the door
from the outside. He looked down and saw the young girl Lamar called Kitten
pushing herself into the bathroom with tears running from her eyes. Scott was
pushed back into the wall as the girl collapsed in front of the toilet and
began to vomit.
"Oh God! Oh God!" She cried softly to herself. Scott watched the door to
the bathroom close, isolating him in the bathroom with Lamar's girl. "I can't
take it anymore! I don't care." She cried as she tried to heave more into the
bowl.
"What's wrong?" Scott said with concern as he knelt down beside her. He
saw her face and felt pity for her. She could not have been eighteen years old.
Her innocent face was covered with thick makeup and deep red lipstick was
smeared around her lips. On her chin were droplets of thick white goo which
Scott guessed was sperm. "he made me swallow it." She cried. "I can't take it
anymore! It's insane!" She groaned. Scott instinctively laid his hand
comfortingly on her shoulder and patted her.
"Why are you here?" He asked. The young girl looked at him with large
blue eyes and seemed to smile at his ignorance.
"Don't you know? Aren't you part of his possie?" The girl said
disbelievingly.
"No, I'm just here to buy some stuff. I don't want anything to do with
what he's doing here." Scott said reassuringly to her.
"He kidnapped me! He beat my boyfriend up at the dance club! He's locked
me up in that basement for two weeks now! He says as soon as he knows for sure
that I'm pregnant, he's gonna send me to the streets to whore for him! He gives
me drugs every night to get me hooked on them, He want me to be like Vanilla
and Candy, and all the Black girls just help him do it!"
"You have to escape!" Scott said hoping to strengthen her spirit.
"No way! He said if he catches me, he'll kill me! He'll do it! Hey
mister, call the police. That's the only hope. You have to do something!" the
girl groaned. Scott heard Lamar shout from the front room. The girl froze as he
called out her name.
"Oh God! I've been gone too long!" She cried out as she jumped to her
feet and adjusted her skirt. Scott watched her wash her face quickly and
hurridly apply more make up. "You gotta do something mister!" She whispered as
she quickly let herself out. Scott stood numbly considering the extent of
Lamar's activities. As he stood up to leave, the door swung open again and
Scott stared silently.
"Beth." He stuttered softly as she stepped into the bathroom and walked
to the toilet staring blankly. Scott reached out to her but she ignored her.
She dropped to her knees and Scott knelt down beside her. She was completely
naked and looking ill. She put her head to the toilet that Kitten had just
vomited in and started to heave herself. Scott watched her stare into the water
as the clear goo erupted from her mouth. Scott recognized it as the glassful of
cum she had just drank in front of the crowd. When she was done heaving. Scott
stared silently as she wiped her mouth with toilet paper.
"You!" She hissed as she slowly looked him in the face. "You bastard!
Your supposed to be dead! Why didn't you come after me! Why!" She spoke slowly
and with anger.
"Beth. I'm sorry. I've been in a coma for three months! I'm sorry! I just
got out of the hospital last week." He groaned as he leaned over and put his
arm around her.
"It's too late now. I'm with Lamar! Now that I'm part of his gang, he's
gonna start treating me good. I'm pregnant with his child." She said trailing
off into silence as she thought about it. "He says as soon as I start to show I
don't have to work the street any more. I'm already starting to show a little
bit." She said softly as she ran her hand over her belly. "He's gonna kill you
if he find's out who you are. He doesn't care shit about you! He'll cut you up
for sport you know!"
"LOOK BETH!" Scott said stopping her dazed ramblings. He held her still
and stared her in the eyes. "I love you! I'm here to get you out!"
Beth looked down at the floor sadly. "I'm a whore now. Nobody loves me."
She said as her voice started to crack.
"When can you get out of the house? I've got a brown LTD parked in the
motel across the street! I'm gonna get you out of here!" Scott said impatiently
as he stared at the door.
"No! You can't just drive out! He has his possie all over the hood!
You'll never make it out of the city alive! He'll kill us both!"
"You have to. It's the only way!" Scott said. "I have other things too.
You have to trust me!" He assured as he held her firmly.
"OK, I get to sleep upstairs with Candy tonight. I'll try to sneak out
this morning around five. Everyone is usually crashed by then. You better be
there!" She said to Scott. Scott looked at her and nodded. "I gotta get back
out there. Lamar want's me working the front room! He's got Yolanda showin me
somethin new tonight!" Beth said standing up. Scott stared in awe as she turned
her negro accent back on. She made up her face quickly and stepped back into
the front room buck naked.
Scott stood up and combed his hair quickly. He opened the door and
stepped out into the room of people. Beth was sitting on one side of Lamar
while Kitten sat on the other side. Scott stepped around the couch and sat down
beside Yolanda again. Lamar was busy with his lips locked to Kittens little
mouth. The innocent girl sat submissively with out resisting. Beth leaned up
against Lamar as though she were his pet.
"There you are honkey! You lucky you didn't get yo dick cut off walkin
round here alone like that!" Lamar said as he broke his mouth loose from kitten
and looked at him.
"I just went to the bathroom. There was a line," he mumbled.
"Well we gotta go, The rest of the evening is just for my possie. No
honkys aloud to bang with the possie!" He said as he stood up. Scott followed
him into the front room with Beth under one arm and Kitten under the other. He
paused in the middle of the large living room, his possie crowded around the
room sitting on the beaten old couches and chairs. "Make room brothuhs!" Lamar
shouted above the noise. The room immediately quieted down. "make room on that
couch for my girl Vanilla here!" he said. He led Beth over to an opening in the
couch before them and Beth sat down between to large men wearing sun glasses
and stocking caps.
"My girl Vanilla is pregnant with my boy! And she ain't gonna be working
the streets much longer!" I want you boys to show her a good time tonight and
get that booty loosened up! That girl gonna need a big pussy to have my boy so
stretch her out!" He shouted.
"Come on!" Lamar shouted to Scott. He followed Lamar out of the house as
the room full of men surrounded his wife. He heard shouts and cheers of lust as
the door closed behind them.
Scott sat silently in the Corvette as Lamar made a round of the
neighborhood. He watched Lamar nod approval to each of almost ten women on the
streets. When he returned to the motel parking lot, Scott climbed out and
returned to the dingy motel room across the parking lot. Lamar drove off back
to his house down the block.
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Scott sat down in the rusting LTD and looked at his watch. The dial read
4:45. He wiped the windshield with his sleeve to wipe away the morning dew,
then he started up the tired old engine. As he pulled out of the parking lot,
he sighed in relief that all of Lamar's girls had went in for the night. The
streets of the hood were almost empty now. Scott hoped they would be empty
enough to make his escape.
He pulled onto Lamar's street and slowly drove through the neighborhood,
passing Lamar's corner house and turning around at the intersection. He pulled
the LTD up beside a Black Mazda parked in front of the House. Lamar's Corvette
sat in front of the Mazda. He let the engine idle as he looked at his watch. It
was 4:50. He surveyed the house. All the lights were off and no noise at all
sounded from the walls that earlier thundered with rap music. Scott crossed his
fingers and waited.
Scott saw the dingy curtains of an upstairs room rustle just after his
watch read five in the morning. He reached across the car and opened the
passenger door in anticipation. He looked out the rapidly fogging windows and
realized his hands were trembling terribly. He waited. And he waited some more.
He looked down at his watch and realized ten minutes had passed since he saw
the curtains rustle.
The loud clap of a gun reverberated from the house. Scott froze in fear
as he stared at the house. He saw a flash of white light as another gunshot
thundered from the house. He heard a loud shriek followed by moans of agony.
The front door of the house swung open and he watched Beth fling herself out
just to trip and fall from the porch, nude. Scott pushed the passenger door
open and screamed out shrilly in fear. Beth pulled herself up and ran to the
car. Scott let go of the brake just as she dragged herself bruised and scraped
into the car. Just as he pushed on the gas pedal, Lamar emerged from the front
door holding a large chrome revolver.
"Oh Shit!" Scott shouted as he felt the old car lunge forward. Beth had
curled up on the floor in a fetal position. The passenger door slammed shut
under the motion of the car. Another loud clap and Scott flinched in agony. The
rear window of the car shattered from the gun shot. Scott felt blood dripping
from his ear. "Oh shit!" Scott cried again as he reached under the seat. Beth
stared up from her position on the floor, thinking Scott was dead.
Lamar climbed into his Corvette, followed by James in his Mazda. Scott
looked into his rear view mirror as he stopped to turn onto the main avenue.
Lamar was in pursuit and closing fast. The narrow streets of Lamar's
neighborhood were crowed with parked cars on each side, affording room for just
a single car to pass in some places. Scott was waiting for Lamar to approach
one of these crowded spots when he pushed the button on the small Black box.
From the box was an antenna. The man Scott had bought the device from promised
it would have a range of nearly a mile. Scott needed a lot less then that
because Lamar was a stones throw from him now. He held the button down and
waited, Sweat beading on his brow.
"Shit! Work you Damnit! Work!" Scott cried as he held the button of the
transmitter down.
"What are you doing! Drive! He's gonna kill us!" Beth screamed wildly
from the floor of the car. Scott glanced down at her just as the flash went
off. The small package Scott had stuffed under Lamar's seat went off. The dark
tinted windows of Lamar's Corvette lit up like a light bulb just before the
cloud of smoke pushed out the windows. Scott sat frozen as the car rolled head
on into a rusty pick up truck parked on the curb. A smile appeared on his lips
momentarily, then disappeared.
"It didn't work! Damn it! He sold me junk! Why didn't it blow up!" Scott
shouted as he pushed on the accelerator of the old LTD. He looked in his rear
view mirror and watched Lamar fall out of an open car door, dazed and shook up,
but not dead. Scott pulled onto the main avenue and sped off toward the
expressway, hoping James was unable to follow.
Beth emerged from the floor ten minutes later, when she heard Scott
pressing down on the accelerator to get on the expressway. "Did you do it?" She
mumbled through trembling lips.
"I did it." Scott said through equally trembling lips.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beth sat down on the couch staring at Scott, "I had to fuck'em all night
long. Lamar was celebrating my joining the gang. They rocked my booty till
almost four. I thought they were gonna keep going till you showed up. I was
just gonna stay there cause you never would have got away if the whole posse
was up!" Beth said with a half hood accent, half college girl talk.
"Well you're free now. You don't have to talk that way anymore. We're
gonna have to get you to a doctor now." Scott said handing Beth the blow dryer.
She had showered and put on her old cloths. Scott could recognize his familiar
wife in the cloths, but her face betrayed her hardened street ways.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beth lost Lamar's child. The doctor said it was because of the fall, but
it could also have been because of the withdrawal symptoms. Beth behaved
crudely the next week. Scott took off from work to take care of her. Beth
switched completely back to her Vanilla whore personality twice, trying to get
him to give her some crack. Scott bore the news that Beth had three major
sexually transmitted diseases, but he was grateful that none of them was AIDS.
He made sure she took the antibiotics like she was instructed.
Two weeks later, Beth had died her hair back to her natural brown. She
was unable to keep her mind off the crack long enough to go out and shop with
Scott, and they were able to discuss the plans of bringing her out of missing
and presumed dead status. They both agreed that it was best to keep the hood a
secret from their families. So together they fabricated a story of amnesia and
spending the time in a homeless shelter.
Life returned to normal again. Scott returned to the firm, and started
taking on new cases. Beth retuned to college to get her degree.
The End
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