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by Neal
It was getting late at night and the air was turning chilly. Laquetta shivered slightly in the cold and pulled the red vinyl jacket she was wearing closer over her low cut white polyester blouse. The black vinyl mini-skirt that barely covered her big ass provided no warmth whatsoever.
She felt a little foolish feeling the way she did. Every time a black sedan pulled up she hoped to see the white man who had so completely put her in her place. She didn't understand her feelings, but she had them nevertheless. But it didn't look like tonight was going to be any different from the previous nights.
Almost two weeks had gone by since that encounter and she was starting to realize he wasn't coming back. After all, she thought, I'm nothing but a cheap whore. Why would he go out of his way to find her again anyways? Whores like her could be had on street corners all over this part of the city. He wouldn't have to look hard to find another like her.
Only a few working girls remained on the corner. The others had either gone back to wherever they slept or had picked up overnight customers and were off in some sleazy hotel or other earning their living.
No cars had pulled up for almost half an hour when a white SUV stopped at the curb. Laquetta walked over to it and the passenger side window rolled down. Bending over she poked her head in the window, her loose top hung open revealing more than an eyeful of her big floppy breasts. Two white men in their thirties were in the front seat. The driver had brown hair and a mustache, the passenger was blonde with a stubbley beard.
"You guys lookin' to party?" she asked.
"Yeah," said the blonde guy, "how much to take us both on?"
"Both of you?" she thought for a minute. "I don't usually do two guys. But for a hundred I'll do it."
"A hundred!" exclaimed the driver. "C'mon, Gary. I can't explain away missing fifty dollars. Julie knows how much I get paid."
The blonde man turned to his friend.
"You are so whipped!" he said with a hint of disgust. "Now shut up while I handle this." Gary turned back to Laquetta. "Look, it's late. You know it and I know it. We won't take more of you time than one guy would. Sixty bucks should be plenty for a fat whore like you."
Laquetta felt a wave of shame at the insult. "Alright. Let's see the money."
Gary showed the big black girl three twenty dollar bills.
"Pull into the alley," she said.
The SUV turned off the street and into the alley that was just past the liquor store on the corner. The men were getting out as Laquetta approached them. Gary handed her the money.
"We can do it back here," she said leading them to a dirty mattress behind a dumpster. "What do you want?"
"Blow me, bitch" said the blonde guy. "While my friend fucks you."
"Ok," she said matter of factly. "Get on over here."
Gary pulled down his pants, his erection springing forth, and kneeled on the mattress. The black whore reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. Getting to her hands and knees she took the blonde guy's dick in her mouth and started to suck. She heard the driver's fly unzip and shortly felt him probing her dry pussy with his cock. Silently she cursed herself for not remembering to lube up, but she'd rather take the pain to get this over with quickly. She felt a jab as he shoved it in and started humping her.
She slurped at the blonde guy's cock, rapidly bobbing her head up and down on it as he bucked his hips. She knew she was a good cocksucker and wanted to get him off fast. She felt the other guy's hands on her ass as he used her pussy.
"Oh! Fuck!" cried the brown haired guy as he emptied his load into her. She felt his semen fill her cunt. One down, one to go, she thought as she picked up the pace of sucking the blonde's dick.
"Yeah.... that's it, bitch," murmured Gary. "Suck it good. Ahhh...."
Laquetta felt him ejaculate into her mouth. He pulled his cock out from her lips. She tried to spit his semen out on the ground, but a long strand was stuck on her lower lip and drooled down over her blouse, leaving a long wet spot.
The two white men zipped up and climbed back into the SUV without a word. The black whore stood, semen running down the insides of her legs, and watched as the vehicle backed up onto the street and pulled away. She looked around for something to wipe herself off with, but found nothing. She put her panties in her jacket pocket, not wanting to get them sticky and wet.
She came out of the alley and started back to the corner when a black sedan pulled up. It looked the same one the man from the other week drove, but they had a sameness to them and she couldn't be sure. The windows rolled down as she approached.
It was him. She looked in the window and recognized him. Suddenly she felt dirty. She was very aware of the cum leaking out of her pussy and the semen staining her blouse. She knew she looked like a used whore, but she poked her head into the car anyways.
"Well, if it isn't my fat nigger whore?" said the white man, looking her in the eye. "Looks like you've been busy tonight. Fuck, you are a nasty slut."
She felt shamed by this, but she could feel pangs of arousal. She was struck by the fact that she'd just been fucked, her pussy full of cum, but only now did she feel herself getting wet.
"Yes, sir," she responded at last. "I just was... busy." Why did she lose her bravado in front of this man, she wondered. Why was she embarrassed to tell him that and why did she feel compelled to do so?
"I was passing by and thought I'd come over here to bust a nut in a nigger who knew her place," he said. "But if you're all nasty, I don't think I want to. I don't like sloppy seconds in a piece of nigger fuck meat. Any holes unused?"
Fuck! She couldn't believe he was saying that to her. He made her feel like a fuck thing. Like a piece of meat. Her face was hot with humiliation now. But her pussy was on fire.
"Yes, sir," she answered haltingly in her little girl voice. "My ass ain't used." Again, she couldn't believe what she heard herself saying. She didn't like taking it anally because it always hurt her. She made johns pay plenty for that, too. But here she was, suggesting it.
"Ass, huh?" he pondered for a moment. "How much?"
Ordinarily she'd want a hundred dollars for an up the ass fuck. But she found herself wanting to be with him even though she knew it would hurt.
"Whatever you think it's worth, sir," she replied, looking into his eyes.
For the first time she saw his expression soften for a moment. But only for a moment. "How about five bucks?" he asked without breaking eye contact. "Think your fat ass is worth that much?"
"Ok," she heard herself say softly as she looked down from his face. She reached for the handle and tried to open the door, but it was locked. She looked back up at him.
"Don't get in," he said. "I want it where you just got used. Where is it?"
"In the alley, sir," she said, pointing. "Over there. I'll meet you there, I gots to pee first." She turned away from him and began to survey her usual spots for relieving herself that offered some degree of privacy.
"Do it right there, nigger," he ordered.
"Wha?" she exclaimed, turning back to face him. "What did you say?"
"You heard me, bitch," he said. "Do it right there on the sidewalk. Squat and do it. Now."
"I... I can't, sir!" she said in a hushed voice. "They'll all see me!"
"I don't care," he replied. "Squat and do it right there or no deal. And hurry it up. I could tap the horn right now and I'd have all those nigger bitches over there squatting for me and you know it."
Laquetta looked around. It didn't look like the other girls were watching. She lifted her skirt and squatted on the sidewalk and looked back up at the sedan. The tinted window rolled up. She couldn't tell if he was watching her or not. She tried to relax, but it wasn't easy.
Finally her need to empty her bladder overcame her embarrassment and she felt the pee start to flow. She felt it splash off the pavement and spray her ankles some. The black whore was thoroughly humiliated by being forced to urinate on the sidewalk. A puddle formed and rivulets of piss flowed to the curb and into the gutter.
As she stood, the car moved forward and turned into the alley. She followed and walked up to the driver's door. The window rolled down.
"Strip," he commanded. "I don't care which hole I'm using, when I fuck a nigger she's gonna be naked."
"Yes, sir," said Laquetta.
The big black girl quickly removed her clothes and stood where the white man could see her, naked other than her boots. The door opened and the man got out.
"Lead the way, slut," he instructed.
With her clothes under her arm, Laquetta led the white man behind the dumpster to the dirty mattress where the two men had just used her mouth and pussy.
"So this is where you entertain gentlemen, is it?" he laughed. "Well get down there and present that fat black ass to me."
"Yes, sir," she replied respectfully.
The big black whore got down on her knees on the mattress and leaned forward, resting her head on the grimey fabric. The stench of the mattress was powerful. She could feel the breeze on her ass and drying pussy.
She heard him unzip and felt him position himself behind her. Almost immediately his cock was at her asshole. She felt a sharp pain and cried out as he shoved it home.
"Does that hurt?" he asked as he pushed in deeper.
"A little, sir," she lied. It hurt alot. She felt as if she would split.
"Too bad," he said and suddenly slammed his full length up her ass.
"Ahhh!" she cried out in pain, tears formed and ran down her face.
"How about now, bitch?" he growled. "Does it hurt now?"
"Yes, sir," she sniveled. "It hurts bad, sir."
"Good," he replied. "It's supposed to hurt, you dumb nigger."
He pounded her ass, his cock going in deeper with each stroke. Her tears flowed freely. She sobbed quietly while he brutalized her sensitive rectum.
"Ugh!" he grunted and ejaculated in her ass.
She felt small pleasure at the hot gush of semen filling her, but the pain was still overpowering. He stopped thrusting after three or four spasms. She could feel him shrink inside her. She dared not move until he told her to, knowing it would displease him.
Then she felt a new sensation. Another hot gush in her ass. He was pissing in her. Using her ass as a urinal. Her tears started again, only this time it was pure shame that brought them on. How could she allow herself to be used this way for any amount of money. She quickly remembered back that he'd offered her five dollars for this humiliation. And she'd accepted it. She felt so dirty and used.
"Stop your bawling, you piece of nigger fuck meat," he ordered. "This is what niggers like you are for. I though you already figured that out." With that he pulled out of her.
"Yes, sir," said Laquetta through her tears, "I's sorry to be carryin' on this way. You right, boss. I's jus' a nigga an' tha's what nigga's are fo'. Thank you, sir. Thank you fo' usin' my black ass. Thank you fo' usin' yo' nigga."
"I'm not done with you yet, bitch," he growled. "Come here and clean my dick off. I don't want to mess up my shorts."
"Yes, sir," she said. The black whore got up onto her knees and turned around to face the white man. She leaned forward and took his dirty cock into her mouth. She could taste his piss as well as the inside of her ass on it. It was disgusting, but she knew she had to do it. When she was finished she gently kissed the tip of his dick and sat back on her knees.
"Open your mouth, whore," he commanded. "Put your hands behind your head."
Laquetta complied with his order immediately and clasped her hands together and placed them behind her head. She opened her mouth wide for him even though she had no idea why he wanted her to do it. He reached into his pocket and produced a bill of some denomination. He crumpled it in his hand and shoved it in her open mouth.
"Stay like that until I'm gone," he said.
"Yes, sir," she tried to say, but it was hard for her to speak clearly with the bank note in her open mouth.
She watched as he walked away and got in his car. The motor started and he backed the car out of the alley and out of sight.
Only then did she relax and take the money out of her mouth. A five dollar bill. She now had no doubt what she was. She was a whore by profession. But she knew she was a nigger.
She realized suddenly how cold it was and quickly dressed. She walked back out to the corner. The puddle she'd left on the sidewalk was still there. She flushed at the thought of what she'd just done. She was totally humiliated, degraded, and ashamed.
But he had come back. He had wanted to use her again. And it made her feel like it had before. Like a nigger. And she knew she wanted it again.
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