Laquetta on the Streets | Neal's Home Page | ASSTR Home Page
by Neal
The night was warm and sticky all over the big city. But somehow, here on the street lined with liquor stores, check cashing places, and pawn shops it always seemed even more so, whatever the weather was. More extreme. More harsh.
Questionable looking types of people roamed the sidewalk, most of them ignoring the small clutch of working girls plying their trade on the street corner. The scantily clad, heavily made up black women would ignore the passersby right back, they held no interest to them. Broke ass motherfuckers that they were. No it was the expensive cars with middle aged white men at the wheel pulling up to the curb that got their attention. That's where the money was.
Laquetta had been in the life since her early teens. She managed to scrape by with the money she earned spreading her legs for the nameless white men. Spreading her legs. Spreading her lips. Spreading her fat black ass. Whatever they were willing to pay for, that's what she gave them. It didn't matter. She'd been more fortunate than many. Never got beat up too bad. Never had any of the diseases all too common for women in her line of work.
She was a big black girl, barely twenty years old. Long straightened black hair, pretty brown eyes, broad nose, thick full lips, and cute chubby cheeks. She liked to dress slutty like the other girls did. Her top showed off plenty of her ample cleavage and her shorts revealed the bottom of her fat ass as well as her thick thighs. The knee high fuck me boots just added to an already attractive package.
An expensive black sedan with smoked glass windows pulled up to the curb. The passenger window rolled down. Daisha, one of the skinny black whores approached it and leaned into the window. She swayed her ass back and forth as she spoke to the driver. Suddenly, she withdrew and stood up with her hands on her hips. Daisha turned and walked over to Laquetta.
"So, looks like dat white man likes 'em big, girl," said Daisha. "He wants you. I could have jus' tol' him to fuck off, you know what I'm sayin'? Don't forget I's doin' you a favor here."
"I won't forget," Laquetta said as she walked towards the waiting car.
She leaned in the window, resting her forearms on top of the door, giving the white man inside a generous view of her cleavage.
The man was a little heavy, she noticed, but well dressed and fairly decent looking. Easily forty years old, he was old enough to be her daddy, whoever he may have been.
"So, you want to party, baby?" she asked him.
"No," he replied as he looked her over. "I want to fuck a big fat nigger whore like you. That's what I want."
Laquetta was taken aback by his directness. A lot of the times the johns were embarrassed to be there and she had to be extra friendly with them to be comfortable. Not this one. He knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to say so.
"Well, nigger?" he asked. "I'm in a hurry here. I've got places to go but I want to get off before I get there. When I saw you on the sidewalk there I knew you were just the type I feel like using tonight. Fat, black, and dumb. Either get in or send that skinny bitch back. She seemed game even if she had a scrawny ass. I'll settle for her if I have to. I've got to bust a nut in a nigger and then get going."
"I get thirty bucks to suck and fifty bucks to fuck. More if you want my ass," recited the fat black whore.
"Shit, you're cheaper than I figured," he laughed. "Do right by me, bitch, and you'll get more than that. Get your black ass in here."
Laquetta didn't have to think too long. She desperately needed the money. Even though she lived in the projects she still had to pay rent and buy groceries. She opened the door and got in. The white man pressed a button and the window went up.
He pulled the car out onto the street and drove to the next red light and stopped. Turning to Laquetta he said, "Pull down that top so I can see your boobs. Just pop 'em right out for me so I can check 'em out."
"I want to see some money first, mister" she replied.
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to her. "That enough to see your tits, bitch?"
The black girl didn't answer. She pushed down her blouse and lifted her big floppy breasts out, letting them hang out for him to inspect.
"Not too bad, girl," he said with a hint of admiration in his voice. "No, not too bad at all. Definitely twenty dollars worth of nigger tit." He reached over and squeezed her left breast.
The light changed and he turned his attention to driving. He drove a few blocks until they came to a grungy looking motel. Laquetta recognized the place. Rooms by the hour. She'd been here with johns many times before. She put her breasts back in her blouse and they got out of the car. She waited outside the office while the white man went in to pay for the room. A minute later he emerged with the key in his hand.
"This way," he said and she followed him to the room.
He turned the key and opened the door. He turned on the light as she entered and shut the door, locking it.
"Strip, nigger," he ordered.
"Money first," she replied.
He dug into his pocket and pulled out a few more twenties and held them out to her. She reached to take the bills from his hand, but he dropped them just as she was about to grab them. She watched as they fluttered to the dirty carpet on the floor.
She looked up at him, angered. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed.
Whap! Whap! She was shocked at the suddenness of it as he slapped her hard across the face. Her cheek stung and her eyes watered. Whap!
"Fucking whore!" he hissed. "Pick up your fucking money, nigger. But let's get one thing straight here. You're nothing but a filthy nigger whore. That's it. You're something for me to put my dick in. You talk to me with disrespect again and I'll slap the shit out of you. You got that?"
She looked into his face, tears running down her cheeks. She tried to act tough, it was a survival instinct. But this white man saw through it and wasn't buying it.
Whap! "Well?" he asked. "You wanted the money. There it is. Pick it up."
"I... I's sorry, sir," she stammered.
Her ears were ringing from the slap and her face was hot with shame. She just had to take it from this man and that's all there was to it. No choice. She wanted to make it easier on herself so she decided to lose the attitude.
Laquetta figured she'd strip as he'd ordered before picking up the money off the floor. She quickly pulled off her blouse, her big floppy tits hung there for him to see. She pulled down her shorts and panties together and stepped out of them. He stopped her when she bent to untie her boots.
"Leave those on," he said, softly now, his anger subsided by her display of submission. "I like them."
"Thank you, sir," she replied, looking at the floor. She got to her knees and gathered the bills. She heard him unzip his fly. The black girl looked up to see his erect white cock poking out of his pants. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head towards it.
"Suck it, nigger," he stated flatly.
She looked up at him looking down at her. He tugged her hair again, pulling her closer. She opened her lips and took his cock inside her mouth. He tasted salty and sweaty. She started to bob her head on it, fucking him with her face.
He never relaxed his grip on her and painfully pulled her hair as she sucked his white cock. After a time she felt him grab another clump of hair with his other hand. He started bucking his hips and pushing his dick deep into her, the head hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and choked but he didn't stop. In fact, the noises she made while gasping for air and gagging as his cock pushed deeply into her mouth seemed to excite him, causing him to fuck her face harder.
Laquetta wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. She felt a sense of panic building inside her as the white man used her mouth as if he were masturbating with it. Like some kind of fuck toy. Not like a woman. Not even like a whore. Finally he pulled out of her face. She looked back up at him, long strands of her saliva hanging off her chin, drooling onto her chest.
"Get on the bed, bitch," he commanded. "Get on that bed and spread those legs. Time for me to get some nigger pussy."
This order took the big black girl by surprise and she looked up at him questioningly. It wasn't usual for a john to stop her in the middle of a blow job. Whap! Whap! She felt the sting of the slaps again on her face. He hit her hard enough to knock the spittle hanging from her chin off.
"Now, bitch!" he ordered her. "You're too slow! My dick's hard and I want to fuck! You're bought and paid for, nigger, so get with it!"
"I's sorry, sir," she whimpered. "I's doin' it now."
Laquetta cried silently as she struggled to her feet and went to the bed. She laid on her back on top of the grubby bedspread. She spread her legs for the white man, holding them wide open in attempt to please him and mollify him for her slowness in following his instructions.
The black whore looked up at him standing between her splayed legs. She felt so exposed and vulnerable. Ordinarily she didn't care about the johns seeing her like this. She didn't really think about them at all. But this white man was clearly in charge, not her. In a strange way she wanted his approval. She wanted him to want her. To find her attractive and desirable. She opened her legs wider until she could feel the strain in her groin in attempt to demonstrate her total submission to him.
He dropped his pants without removing them and climbed up between her legs. His cock was still rock hard and he pushed into her easily as she was sopping wet. She was surprised at how turned on she was. Many times she needed to use lube on her pussy with a john to keep from being painfully dry fucked.
He immediately started pounding into her cunt. He looked into her eyes as he did it. She gasped from the suddenness of it. That, and the pain. He was slamming into her so hard it was like he was delivering blows to her crotch.
"So, you fucking nigger whore," he said huskily, "how do you like being used this way? You are such a fucking slut I bet you love it. Don't you?"
"Yes, sir," Laquetta said softly, not knowing what else to say.
"Damn straight you love it, whore," he replied. "I'm using you for your purpose. And a nigger whore's purpose is to be fucked. That's all. You're just a big fucking black pussy. A big fat pussy for me to use. Isn't that right, nigger?"
"Yes, sir," she answered. "I's jus' a filthy nigga 'ho. Jus' a nigga 'ho fo' you to use."
"You're not as dumb as you look, bitch," he said. "Plenty of niggers just don't get it. They don't know that that's all they are. A collection of holes for a white man to use. A thing to put my dick in. To take my pleasure from. And that's all."
"I knows I's jus' a nigga," she said, fucking him back now, her pussy getting hotter. "I's a nigga for you, sir. Use me. Use your nigga, sir!"
"That's a good girl," he told her breathlessly. "You know your place. That's good."
He fucked her harder. Her pussy hurt, but felt good at the same time. Each thrust he made gave her a shock of pain followed by a wave of pleasure. Finally he thrust into her harder still, and kept it there, deep in her cunt.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Fuck!" he cried. "Take it, bitch!"
She felt him ejaculate in her vagina. She was close to cumming herself, a rarity with a john or with any man. But not quite. He filled her pussy with warm semen. It felt good to her, but at the same time she was unfulfilled, so close to orgasm. She whimpered as he got off her and stood, pulling his pants back up.
"What's wrong, nigger?" he asked, mockingly. "Didn't cum? Too fucking bad. You want to cum, you pay *me*."
He looked down at her, her legs still wide open. Semen drooled from her pussy, ran down the crack of her ass, and pooled up on the bedspread.
"Get up, bitch," he said. "You're leaking like a used whore."
Embarrassed, Laquetta let go of her legs and rolled off the bed and onto her feet. She looked at the white man standing there and then back to the bed with the big creamy wet spot on it.
"You know what?" he asked. "I think you should clean that up. Have some consideration for the next cheap whore who gets used there."
Hanging her head, the big black girl went to the night stand next to the bed to get some tissue paper to sop up the semen on the bed.
"No, no," he stopped her. "Not like that. I want you to clean it up with your fucking mouth. Lick it up, nigger. Now. Do it."
She looked back at him. He was clearly serious. He expected her to lick the disgusting liquid up off the bedspread, which was already none too clean. She turned her head towards the mess on the bed. She knew she had to do it. She knew she was just a nigger and had to do what he said.
"Yes, sir," she said softly.
She climbed back up on the bed and started lapping and slurping the puddle of semen up. Once she had most of it she put her mouth on the wet spot and sucked up what she could. Finished with her task she returned to her feet and looked at the floor, humiliated.
"Good girl," he said at last. "Very good. You do know your place. I like that in a nigger."
"Thank you, sir," she said in her little girl voice. And then she added, "thank you for makin' me do that, sir." She didn't know why she said the last part. But something about it made her pussy tingle.
"You know what?" he asked rhetorically. "You're such a good girl I'm going to let you cum after all. Go into the bathroom and lie on the floor."
"Yes, sir," she said.
The black whore walked to the bathroom. The floor here was dirty, too. A couple of the tiles were missing, revealing dingy looking particle board. She lay on her back as the white man ordered. There wasn't that much space. Her head was at the base of the toilet, she could see it as she looked up at the stained ceiling. Her nostrils flared at the not so faint odor of urine.
"All right," he said, "play with yourself. I want to watch you make yourself cum. Get started, you seemed pretty well warmed up before."
This was going to be hard, she thought. But she was very aroused already. In spite of having to lay on the dirty bathroom floor. In spite of the taste of semen mixed with her own juices that was strong in her mouth. She began to rub on her pussy for her own pleasure as well as the amusement of the white man.
"That's it, nigger," he encouraged her. "Work that coochie for me. Damn you're a sight, girl. Big fat nigger lying on the floor playing with herself. Fuck."
She kept rubbing harder. She could feel it starting to come back. The orgasm that had almost been there before. She started to forget where she was, concentrating on the sensations emanating from her pussy.
"God, you a such a nigger slut!" he said. "If only you could see yourself! You know you're nothing but a nigger, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," she gasped, her climax approaching. "I's jus' a nigger. Tha's all, boss. Jus' a nigga 'ho for you."
"What's that, girl?" he asked. "You tellin' me you're a whore for me?"
"Yes, sir, boss," she answered. "I's a nigga ho' fo' you."
"Well, that deserves a little extra," he said.
Laquetta was rubbing herself at a furious pace now. She was so close. Suddenly she felt a shock of hot liquid streaming onto her body. She opened her eyes to see the white man was relieving himself on her. A strong jet of piss hit her in the face, stinging her eyes. She felt it move down her body and finally was directed right between her legs, right onto her sensitive clit. Her hand never dropped a beat as she kept working her pussy. The feel of the hot urine shooting onto her clit pushed her over the top.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" cried the black whore. "Fuck! Ahhh! Oh, fuck!" She felt the orgasms wash over her in waves. She felt her pussy contracting even as the white man's stream of piss subsided. "Oh, gawd!"
She lay trembling on the bathroom floor in a puddle of urine as she gradually came down from her climax. She had never felt an orgasm so powerful. But as she calmed down, she became more aware of her surroundings. She had never felt so degraded before, either. So used. So thoroughly used by the white man.
Laquetta looked up him. He was zipping up his fly and reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a few more bills and threw them at her. The bank notes fluttered to the floor. Some landed in the puddle of piss she was lying in while some others landed on her body and stuck there in the wetness.
"Looks like you've still got some time on the room, whore," he observed, checking his watch. "I'd take a shower if I were you. You stink."
She struggled to her feet but was too slow to see him again. She only saw the door close and she knew he was gone. Leaving his used nigger behind to clean herself up. She took off her boots and, now naked, returned to the scene of her debasement.
She took one of the towels down and used it to mop up the floor so she wouldn't have to step in piss after her shower. She ran the water, which didn't get very warm, and stepped in. Ultimately she washed the smell away and felt clean on the outside again. But inside, she was still just a dirty whore.
She gathered up her money, two hundred dollars. Enough for a whole night's work. Well, she could get a taxi from here and go straight home, she thought as she dressed back into her hooker clothes.
After a few cabs went by she was finally able to get one to stop for her hail. The driver leered at her as she got in the back. She knew what he must think of her. A fat black whore. She told him the address to go to and away they went.
She looked out the window at the corner where the evening had started as they passed it. Daisha was still there along with the other street whores. A white luxury car with tinted windows was just stopping and two working girls were headed towards it. A scruffy looking old man in an overcoat sat on the curb drinking from a bottle in a bag. The whole scene was out of sight in seconds.
Laquetta knew she was still just a whore, but somehow she felt a little better about her place in the grand scheme of things. Her thoughts were filled with the anonymous white man who had used her so thoroughly and degradingly.
She wondered if she'd ever see him again.
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