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From: "Courtney Sweet" <webmistress@courtney-sweet.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Questionable Preference (M, f, caution, nc-anal, oral, preg)
Date: Sun,  7 Apr 2002 09:10:12 -0400
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Questionable Preference
(M, f, caution, nc-anal, oral, preg)

By Courtney Sweet
http://erotic.stories.by.courtney-sweet.com/


Every night Emily slept amongst the boxes and bins of the back streets of
the city, every day she begged or stole with the other children, but by
night Emily walked the streets with the prostitutes, trying to pass herself
off as being much older than 14.  Most nights she was passed by, her dirty
face, stringy hair and shabby clothes no match for the painted ladies of the
night that frequented the area.

She'd had a few offers, usually a quick blowjob or the rare quick fuck in a
near by park, it was lean pickings and never paid very well.  She watched
the other streetwalkers count their money after they returned from a job and
heard mention of such things as 'regular clients' and 'paid well'.  Her eyes
remaining ever hopeful for a generous client, most cars passing right by her
tiny little frame which she blamed on the fact that she stood too far down
the street from the main action.  The other hookers didn't like her hanging
around their turf and told her to get lost saying "it lowered the class of
the area to have crusty little scrags like her hanging around".

She'd show them, someone would pick her up and she'd be counting the money,
she knew it would happen sooner or later.  Emily scrubbed at her face in the
darkness with the corner of her jacket, trying to remove the worst of the
grime.  It had been so long since she had bathed properly and she had become
immune to the stench of her own filth.  For some reason she knew tonight
would be different, and she dragged her fingers through her tangled mane of
dirty brown curls a few times with little effect.

Just past eleven that evening a dark car pulled up, the window was down and
a pointy-faced man looked out at Emily.  His dark close set eyes seemed to
explore her ragged little form much longer than usual, so Emily gave him her
sexiest smile and took a couple of steps towards the curb.

"See anything you'd like?"

Emily tried to be brazen, she had watched the other girls and copied their
'in your face' attitude to the best of her shabby ability.  Unfortunately it
was rather a comical sight, a dirty little girl playing hooker on a dark
street and the driver tried to contain an amused chuckle.  He beckoned to
her and nodded reaching over and unlocking his passenger side door.

"Get in"

Emily obliged despite her amazement, quite surprised that a car had actually
stopped for her.  She slid into the clean smelling vehicle and shut the
door, suddenly quite aware of her own comparatively unclean state.  She
glanced at the driver, her big gray eyes a little apprehensive, he seemed
ok, but she knew it was never sure in this game; there were always the
freaks.

"So what were you interested in tonight then?"

Emily's voice was relatively calm, but cracked slightly at the end of the
sentence, drawing a questioning glance from the pointy-faced man.  He had
driven through a maze of back streets until he stopped in one even darker
than the alley she usually slept in; he switched off the engine before
answering her.

"Get out"

"Here?"

"Just do what I tell you, that's what I'm paying you for isn't it?"

Emily got out and closed the door; the pointy-faced man did the same
beckoning to her as he pushed open an unmarked door in the warehouse-like
building next to them.  She followed, hesitating at the doorway and looking
to her left and right before entering, she had started to experience a
little nagging feeling that told her this couldn't be a good thing.

Before her eyes had accustomed to the dusty darkness of the warehouse a hand
grasped her wrist hauling her inside, the door slamming behind her.  The
pointy-faced man turned on a small light bulb by the door and pushed her
into the middle of the empty room.  It was dirty with a dusty cement floor
strewn with broken furniture, boxes and other litter.

To her left Emily spied a filthy mattress on the floor, it had no cover,
just a stained old slab of foam.  Instinctively she began to undress, but he
pointy faced man stopped her with a motion of his hand.

"No don't, I want you dressed how you are, just remove your underpants, if
you wear any, and lie down.  That's it, spread your legs and pull up your
skirt girl, let me see you, yes, yes that's good."

Emily followed his instructions so that she was lying in probably the most
revealing position she had ever exposed to any one in her life.  Her pussy
was not thickly haired but it was untrimmed, her legs dirty and scratched
were quite long and slender.  Emily lay there looking up at her client as he
stared at her pussy, in the dim light she could see he had his cock in his
hand and was stroking it slowly as he looked at her.

"Hey, you're not into any weird shit are you, I mean I just do sex, nothing
kinky ok?"

"Depends what you call kinky, I would say fucking a filthy little slut like
you would be called kinky just on it's own wouldn't you?"

"Get fucked!  I don't need."

"You don't need what?  You don't need the $300 I'm going to pay you for
letting me do as I wish with you?  Well then Miss Prissy you are quite
welcome to leave at any time."

"Oh"

Was all Emily could say before falling silent, more out of shock than
anything, $300 was more than she had ever seen at one time and he could most
certainly depend on her compliance to almost anything for a sum like that.

"I thought so, now shut up till I'm finished"

The pointy-faced man ordered as he knelt down on the mattress between her
parted thighs, his hand still pumping his long thin cock above her.  The
mattress smelt like cum mixed with the sour smell of stale body odor, but
Emily didn't care, it was better than kneeling bare skinned on bitumen in a
damp alley.  It even made an improvement over being fucked in the park's
public toilets, as far as she was concerned.

The hot shower of cum over her pussy brought her back to reality; she tried
to cover her pussy slit with her hand to protect it from the seemingly
endless stream of hot semen that rained down upon her.

"Shit, what are you trying to do, get me pregnant?  Don't you have any
rubbers?"

A sharp silencing blow across her face made her teeth rattle and a hand
clamping around her throat stopped her from moving as the pointy-faced man
drove his unprotected cock straight into her pussy.  She struggled and
kicked unable to dislodge him once he gained access to her cunt; his long
cock shoving it's way right up inside her to the gates of her womb.

Emily gasped for air as the man above her labored furiously inside her,
pumping and grinding between her thrashing legs, his eyes had rolled back
behind his half closed lids and he grunted loudly with the force of each
thrust.  His cock bashed against her cervix making her hips shudder
involuntarily beneath his wrathful onslaught, he mistaking this for pleasure
began fucking even harder.

Just as Emily thought she would pass out her body spasmed wildly with
orgasm, her teenage pussy pulsing around the cock inside it, making the
pointy faced man groan loudly.  He removed his hand from her throat and
pushed himself up slightly, again increasing the rate of penetration until
he gasped loudly and rammed his cock really hard right up inside her.  Emily
could feel his hot cum flood her pussy, she had always tried to be careful
and use protection, even carrying her own just in case.  All she could think
about was how she would get rid of it if he got her pregnant; the risk of
disease never once entered her mind.

"Now get up and suck it clean, make sure not to miss any"

Emily nodded and crawled over to him taking his slimy cock in one hand she
started licking it clean.  Her client grabbed her head with both hands and
pushed his rigid cock into her mouth, sliding it in and out over her tongue.

"Suck it bitch"

He gasped as she started sucking, her little mouth working as far along his
shaft as it could before sliding back.  His hands held her there; pushing
her a little further each time until she would gag then releasing her.

"Enough!  Get on all fours and lift your skirts again girl, I want to fuck
you like a dog"

Emily looked up at him for a moment as if to speak, but seeing the strange
expression on his face thought better of it.  She turned and got down in the
position he requested without a word of protest.  She closed her eyes pursed
her lips as he pushed his cock back into her cum filled pussy.  He began
thrusting hard and pulling her hips back at the same time, until she was
yelping with each heavy blow of his cock against her cervix.  He just kept
on going despite her obvious discomfort, almost as if he enjoyed giving her
pain.

"You want something to yelp about bitch, try this!"

Emily tried to pull herself out of his grasp but he held her firmly, his
cock nudging against the hole of her arse until it gained entry and slid
right up her backside.  Ignoring her cries of protest he began thrusting
again, holding her slender hips firmly.  Emily could feel his cock moving
her innards out of it's way as he drove it deep into her bowels, no one
could hear her cries as he fucked her little bottom painfully.

She collapsed forward unable to hold herself up, but he kept fucking her
tight little arse, holding her cheeks apart and leaning on her so she couldn
't wriggle out of his way.  When he finally came inside her, she could feel
the heat of his body fluids filling her bowels.  He pulled his cock out of
her and rolled her over onto her back straddling her shoulders so his filthy
cock hung in her tear stained face.

"Gee I hope I didn't hurt you, clean me up again will you, that's it, then
you can go"

Emily's nose wrinkled at his excretion-coated cock as she took it into her
mouth, she sucked at his thankfully flaccid member, licking him thoroughly
clean.  When he decided she had completed her task to his satisfaction he
dismounted, releasing her and walked over to retrieve his discarded pants.

Emily found her dirty panties and put them on, there was blood, but she wasn
't surprised, she had never had someone fuck her in the arse before and it
had hurt.  Emily stood watching him as he fumbled through his wallet pulling
out three crisp bills from within; she caught a glimpse of the wad of notes
inside it, but pretended not to see.  Folding the notes neatly she pushed
them deep into a pocket, giving him a halfhearted smile of thanks in the
process.

"Fine little crusty bit of street arse you are girl, keep it up and one day
you will be up there with those other painted tramps that parade their
wares.  I'm sure you can make your own way home, no need to lock up just
close the door behind you ".

Emily never really got angry, never found it much use, but this cock-eyed
freak was really starting to get on her nerves.  She dearly wanted to teach
him a lesson and his smug attempt at humor only grated on her even more.

"Sure"

Was all she could manage, carefully picked up a piece of metal pole, testing
its weight behind her back as she followed him out.   As they reached the
door and he wrestled with it's rusty handle Emily delivered a
skull-crunching blow to the back of his head.  The pointy-faced man lay at
her feet, he was out cold, but she wasn't about to find out how cold.
Kneeling down Emily fumbled around till she found his wallet; emptying it
she didn't even bother counting it she just burst through the door and ran
down the street.

By daylight she was on the other side of the city, she found a shelter and
got cleaned up, using some of the money to get new clothes.  Including the
three hundred he had given her, the pointy-faced man had been carrying three
thousand dollars.  For what she wasn't sure, but she was on the first bus
out of town and there was no way anyone would drag her back to the life she
had just left.

A week later, Emily arrived at her family's home, she had only one and a
half thousand dollars left, but she looked clean and respectable with a
suitcase of new clothes.  Her mother was overjoyed to see her home, although
her stepfather eyed her suspiciously.

"So what brings you home so unexpectedly?"

His slightly sarcastic tone implying he already knew she was going to ask
them for money or something.  Emily's mother nudged her husband, giving him
a sideways look that told him to keep a civil tongue in his head around her
daughter.  Emily suddenly remembered why she had left two years before and
sighed at the prospect of having to live with her stepfather's dry sarcasm
again.  Clenching her teeth for a second, she drew her breath in slowly
through her nose and then looking straight into her mother's eyes she told
them.

"I'm going to have a baby."



(C) Courtney Sweet 2002

You can read more of my FREE stories at
http://erotic.stories.by.courtney-sweet.com/


This story carries the codes: (M, f, caution, nc-anal, oral, preg)

The code, "caution," means something in the story may offend (or even
sicken) you, but the author isn't telling you what.

For other codes, and how they can help you find the stories you want, see:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/code/scfr.htm
The Story-Code FAQ for readers.

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