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by Neal
Saturday night was a busy one for the prostitutes on the corner. Cars with white men out alone or occasionally in pairs were stopping by frequently, giving the girls quite a work out.
Laquetta was happy to see the black sedan pull up to the curb. Dressed in a low cut blouse, mini skirt, and thigh high boots, she walked quickly to the car as the window rolled down. It's him, she thought.
"Meet me in the alley," he said and rolled the window back up.
The black sedan pulled forward and turned into the alley. Laquetta hurried after it. When she got there, he was already standing next to the car. She walked up to him. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her down to her knees. She could feel grit digging into her flesh where her knees rested on the pavement. He unzipped his fly and took his cock out.
"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked, looking up at him.
Whap! Whap! "Shut up, bitch," he ordered. "Just open your nigger mouth. I'm late for an engagement and I have to take a piss."
The big black girl opened her mouth, her face stinging from the slap, tears rolling down her cheeks. He held his cock in one hand and stepped forward so that the head of it was between her lips. Suddenly the hot stream of urine hit the back of her throat. She valiantly suppressed her reflex to choke and swallowed it as fast as he was relieving himself her mouth. She knew without his saying so that he expected her to not let any spill.
When he was finished, only a little piss was dripping off her chin leaving wet spots on her black fake silk blouse. She gagged the last mouthful down and quickly inhaled to catch her breath. Her eyes were still watering and her face still stung but she leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick off, finally kissing it, and looked up at him.
"Ahhh..." he sighed. "That's much better. I'm impressed, nigger. You swallowed it all. You're a good toilet."
Laquetta felt a mixture of pride and humiliation at the same time. He had just used her in a most degrading manner, but still complimented her. Even if the compliment was on her prowess at performing the function of a urinal, it was a compliment. The first he'd ever paid her.
"Thank you, sir," she said quietly, looking down at the ground.
"I guess you're a pay toilet, aren't you?" he asked with a hint of disgust in his voice. "Here's a little something for your trouble."
The jingle of coins hitting the pavement rang out. The big negro girl could see that he'd emptied his pocket of change to pay her for her debasement. She heard the car door shut and the engine start. He rolled down the window.
"Be here in a few hours, nigger," he ordered her. "I'll have to go again by then. Turn all the tricks you want before then. Don't wait up for me."
With that he backed out and went off down the street. With tears in her eyes, Laquetta gathered up her payment. Fifty four cents in exchange for her total degradation. Why was her pussy so wet, she wondered.
She got up and brushed the grit off her knees and went back to the corner. Daisha watched as she approached, shaking her head.
"That was quick," she observed. "That white man blow his load already? You doin' good, girl!"
Laquetta shook her head.
"No sale, huh?" the skinny girl asked. Then she wrinkled her nose. "Dayum, girl! You smell like pee! Goddamn!"
"Lemme have some o' yo' soda," asked Laquetta, wanting to get the taste of urine out of her mouth.
Daisha handed the can over. "You kin have the rest of it, you need it!"
The big black whore had collected herself for a couple of minutes when the next customer arrived. While the van that pulled up was somewhat out of place, the group of teenage girls inside certainly were.
The passenger window rolled down and a blonde haired girl leaned out and called to the hookers hanging on the street.
"Hey," she said, "which of you whores wants to party with us?"
Feminine giggles could be heard from inside.
"How much you got, honey?" Daisha called back. "We ain't runnin' no day care center here."
"Forty bucks!" the blonde responded. "We pooled our babysitting money!"
More laughter escaped from the van.
"Shit," said the skinny black girl. "I ain't gonna cross the street for no forty dollars."
"What kind o' party you talkin' 'bout?" asked Laquetta, stepping up to the van.
The big black girl looked inside the van. In addition to the petite blue eyed blonde girl in the passenger seat, a chubby brunette with long straight hair was behind the wheel, looking nervous. A diminutive red head with green eyes along with another blonde, this one with brown eyes, clearly much taller than the one sitting up front, were in the back.
"A pussy party!" exclaimed the blonde. "We want a girl to play with us. The boys think they should take charge and besides they don't know shit about how we like it. We figure a hooker'll do what we want and know how to do it. We don't have much money so we have to settle for some nigger street whore."
Laquetta thought about all that young pussy and thought it would be easy money.
"So, you want the money?" the blonde asked, waving two twenties in the big negro girl's face.
"What the fuck," said Laquetta. "Sure."
"Get in then," she said.
The side door slid open and the big girl climbed in.
"Oooh!" squealed the red head. "She's a big one, Bethany!"
"Where's my money?" asked Laquetta.
"Here, you slut," said Bethany, the blonde in the front seat, as she handed her the two twenties.
"Wow! A real black hooker!" the other blonde girl spoke up. "You're first, Iris."
The red head reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off.
"I can't believe we're really doing this!" said Iris. She turned to Laquetta, spreading her legs and pulling her skirt up. "Well, you've got your money. Eat my pussy!"
The black whore got to her knees and put her head between the red headed girl's legs. Laquetta noted she was a genuine red head. Her coochie was bare but she had a small patch of red hair just above the top of her slit. She started lapping the young teen's cunt with her broad tongue. The redhead opened her legs even wider to give the colored girl better access to her pink pussy.
Laquetta kept licking, alternating between pushing her tongue in the girl's hole and sucking gently on her clit. The redhead bucked her hips involuntarily in response to the black girl's attention. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, moaning quietly as the other girls looked on.
"Oh!" Iris's eyes opened as she felt her orgasm building. "Ah! Ahhh..."
The big black girl felt the redhead's pussy suddenly get wetter as she came. Laquetta leaned back onto her knees on the floor of the van in front of where the redhead and tall blonde were sitting.
"Fuck!" cried the redhead. "That was so fantastic! I never felt it like that! Go eat Heather now, pussy licker"
"My turn!" said the tall blonde, quickly shedding her own panties and eagerly spreading her legs wide. "Do me now!"
Laquetta crawled towards Heather and put her head between her legs. The tall blonde actually had thick brown hair that covered her pink pussy. She got right down to business licking the white girl's pussy. The black whore licked the length of her hairy slit and sucked on her large pink pussy lips. The tall blonde moaned with pleasure and clutched the colored woman's head between her thighs, humping her face.
The negress continued to work the white girl's pussy with her tongue even though she was having difficulty catching her breath. And the air she did get was strongly tinged with with the tall blonde's scent. Once the colored woman started sucking her clit, it didn't take long for the blonde teen to cum.
"Mmmm..." she moaned. "Oh, yes! Eat me, nigger! Eat me good!"
Laquetta again felt the familiar wetness as the tall blonde came in her face. She kept licking until her thighs relaxed and she could move her head back.
"Yeah," said Heather. "This nigger knows how to eat pussy, all right. Must be a dyke or something."
"Move over, Heather" said the blue eyed girl in the front. "I want to try her out."
Laquetta was surprised to see Bethany climb into the back, naked from the waist down. She had a wisp of blonde hair on her pussy. The big black girl could smell this one's pussy even though the first two's juices were already smeared all over her face. She stepped over the kneeling prostitute and sat between her friends and parted her legs.
"Ok, bitch," said the blonde, breathing heavily, "lick my cunt."
Laquetta immediately went to work on the blue eyed girl's coochie. It was pink and already swollen and wet with lust. Her scent was very strong, but not unpleasant in the least. The big black girl could feel her own pussy reacting to the sights and smells so she squeezed her thighs together, which stimulated her clit nicely.
The colored whore lapped eagerly at the blonde girl's sopping wet pussy, causing her to moan with delight. She ran her tongue up and down her slit, sucking her swollen pink pussy lips into her mouth. This filled the black woman's mouth with the white girl's taste which she just couldn't get enough of. She stuck her tongue in the girl's pussy hole and fucked her with it, the white girl squeezed her thighs against her head, holding her face in her crotch.
Laquetta was trapped there, but didn't mind at all. The white girl moaned louder and humped the black woman's face vigorously.
"Oh, shit!" cried Bethany. "Fuck! Yeah!"
The negress squeezed her thighs harder and faster as she felt the white girl cumming all over her face. Unbeknownst to the blonde, the black whore was cumming, too. Laquetta moaned into the girl's pink pussy, causing her to feel even more pleasure in the midst of her orgasm.
Finally, the big black woman could feel the white girl relax, spent. She could feel that her own panties were soaked. She gave the girl a wet kiss on her pussy lips and sat back onto her knees. The blonde's eyes were closed and she had a happy dumb look on her face.
"Fuck..." she sighed. "That was incredible." She opened her eyes and looked at the kneeling prostitute. "You sure know how to eat pussy, nigger. I don't think I ever came so hard."
"I'll say!" said the redhead. "Damn, Bethany, I didn't know what a screamer you were!"
Heather laughed. The brunette in the driver's seat smiled and blushed.
"Your turn, Becky," said Bethany. "Time to get your pussy eaten by this fat nigger whore."
"I'm not sure I can do it," said the brunette softly.
"Come on, Becky!" objected Iris. "We all did it! You'll like it, really."
The chubby older teen got up and climbed over the console while the other girls slid over to make room for her. Bethany climbed back into the front passenger seat. Becky blushed and slipped her panties down over her feet and off.
Laquetta looked up at her and smiled at her, the negro woman's face glistening with the other white girls' juices. The brunette opened her legs and closed her eyes. The black whore put her head up under the girl's skirt. This one was the hairiest of the lot. Her pussy was covered with thick brown hair. The negress inhaled the white teenager's scent. It was also the strongest of the four girls, but still clean and pleasant smelling, slightly spicy.
The girl clamped her thighs around Laquetta's head when she first touched her tongue to her cunt. The colored woman was undeterred and began to lick at her hairy pink slit, running her tongue up the entire length of it. Becky had thick pussy lips that hung down and the black whore gently sucked on them causing the girl to shudder and relax her grip on the negress allowing her easier access.
Becky quickly relaxed and was soon lost in Laquetta's ministrations, murmuring and moaning as the black girl flicked at her clit, occasionally pushing her tongue into her pussy hole. The white girl began thrusting her hips which encouraged the big colored woman to lick her harder and faster. The taste of her pussy got stronger and she pushed herself onto the negro's pink tongue. The older woman could tell she was getting close.
"Ohhh.... yes. Ohhh... yes. Ohhh... yeah..." the girl sighed as she gushed into the black woman's face. Laquetta could feel her tense up and relax as the white girl came. She licked up her cum and gave her a kiss on her thick pink pussy lips and rocked back onto her heels, looking up at the girl, who was positively glowing.
Just then they were all startled by flashing blue lights outside. A loud rapping noise on the driver's door window. A thirtyish looking white policeman with a flashlight was peering in.
Becky was instantly flustered and quickly climbed back into the front seat and rolled down the window.
"License and registration, miss," said the cop, moving the flashlight beam around to illuminate the other occupants.
Laquetta could feel her heart pounding. She'd been arrested for solicitation before and didn't want to go through that experience again. Becky fumbled with her purse and handed over the requested documents.
"This is no place for you girls to be hanging out," the cop continued. "What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I guess we got lost," stammered Becky.
Laquetta was suddenly in the cop's flashlight beam.
"Hmmm, somebody looks out of place here," observed the cop. "You, nigger, get out."
The big black girl opened the van door and stepped out. Another white cop waited there. This second one was slightly younger than the first.
"What have we here?" mused the second cop. "Looks like a fat nigger whore to me. What are you doing corrupting these young girls? Bad enough street trash like you gotta be struttin' their stuff all over the place down here, but tryin' to bring young girls like these down to your level is more that we can stand for! Turn around! Hands up against the vehicle."
Laquetta turned around and leaned up against the van. The second cop patted her down, groping her breasts and ass in the process.
The policeman took a pair of handcuffs off of his belt and slapped one cuff on the negress's wrist. He roughly took her other arm and painfully applied the other cuff. The big girl was then forced to her knees there on the concrete sidewalk. She looked up into the van, the white girls were all looking back at her. All their sexual lust was gone, replaced by looks of pure innocence.
"All right," said the first cop. "Get out of here. If I catch you even driving through this part of town again, I'll run the lot of you in and your mommies and daddies will have to come bail you out. Now beat it!"
Heather pulled the van door closed and Becky started the motor. The girls were quickly out of site, leaving Laquetta alone, handcuffed on her knees with the two cops.
The second cop pulled her to her feet while the first opened the back door to the prowl car, shoving her inside. She sat uncomfortably with her hands painfully cuffed behind her back.
The two cops got in the front and the first one started the engine and pulled out onto the street. The second turned around and looked at Laquetta.
"Damn, your reek of poontang," he said. "What are you? Some kind of dyke?"
Laquetta wouldn't look at him.
"I bet you been busted before, ain't you, nigger?" he asked.
"Yeah, so what?" she replied, trying to sound hard.
"You better lose the 'tude, bitch," he replied. "You could be in a world of shit."
Laquetta said nothing, but started to feel scared.
"Of course, we don't have to take you in," continued the second cop, leering at the captive prostitute. "Maybe let you off with a warning. An oral warning, know what I mean?"
The first cop laughed. Laquetta was starting to get the idea of where this was going.
"You want me to suck your dicks, right?" she asked, resigned to it.
"Say, you're not as dumb as you look!" laughed the second cop. "Pull over, Pete. I think we got a live one here."
The first cop steered the squad car into an alley and stopped, put it in park and shut off the motor. He turned around to give Laquetta a closer look.
"Damn, Jim!" Pete exclaimed. "She's a big one!"
"Yeah, but she looks like a cocksucker to me," replied Jim. "Ain't that right, nigger? You a cocksucker?"
"Can we just get on with it?" Laquetta asked impatiently.
Whap! The second cop slapped her across the face hard enough to knock her over on the back seat.
"Stupid cunt!" growled Jim. "I told you to lose the fuckin' 'tude, bitch! You better act respectful or you gonna spend the night in a fuckin' cage with the other street trash. You got that?"
"I's sorry, sir," the big girl said softly, tears running down her cheeks.
The two cops got out of the car. Jim opened the back door and pulled the big girl out and marched her around to the front of the squad car. Once there he forced her down to her knees. The grit on the pavement dug into her bare skin. Her arms ached and her wrists hurt from the hand cuffs which kept her tightly secured.
"Kin you take the cuffs off me?" she asked. "They be hurtin' me."
Whap! Whap! The slaps came hard and fast. Laquetta fell over onto the asphalt, the side of her face on fire and her ear ringing.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch." said Jim as he unzipped his pants. "The cuffs stay on. Stop whining and get ready to suck my dick. Pick the cunt up, Pete."
The first cop reached down and pulled the big black girl back up onto her knees. Her face was level with the second cop's rigid white cock. Obviously he enjoyed slapping whores like her around, she thought.
"Now suck it, nigger," he ordered. "If I feel teeth, I'll knock 'em out."
Tears streaming down her face, Laquetta opened her mouth and took the cop's dick into her mouth. She sucked hard and bobbed her head rapidly in an effort to get him off quickly. She could tell he was already very aroused and needed no warming up.
"That's it!" he said, grinning. "I knew you were a cocksucker, you fat whore." He turned to the first cop. "She knows how to suck a dick, Pete. You're in for a treat." He turned back to the kneeling colored woman. "Don't slow down, nigger! I'll pop you again!"
Laquetta continued to bob her head over Jim's erection. She felt his hand grasp a handful of her hair on the back of her head and forced his dick further into her mouth. The head of his cock was hitting the back of her throat as the white cop fucked the black whore's face. She started to gag and gasped for breath. She wasn't sucking anymore, but the cop didn't notice, oblivious to her struggles. He was totally lost in the sensation of masturbating in the negress's soft warm wet mouth.
"Ah! Fuck!" Jim exclaimed at last. "Take it, bitch! Take it all!"
He thrust his cock into Laquetta's face so far that his balls were pressed up against her chin. She felt the jets of semen hit her throat as he ejaculated in her mouth. She coughed and sputtered but he held her head tightly against his crotch.
After what seemed like several long minutes to her, the second cop relaxed and released her. The big black girl gasped for breath, drooling long strands of semen and spittle from her lips and down her blouse.
"Yeah, Pete," said Jim with satisfaction, "she may be a fat nigger, but, damn, she sucks a mean dick."
"I told you before, buddy," replied the first cop, "don't overlook the fat hookers. They gotta have skills to stay in business. I've learned some things after twelve years on this beat."
Pete looked at Laquetta's kneeling form, chest still heaving, face wet.
"Jesus, Jim!" he exclaimed disgustedly. "At least clean the whore up a little when you're done with her! Have some consideration for the next guy! I've gotta put my dick in there!"
"Big fuckin' baby," grumbled the second cop.
Jim reached down and yanked on the black girl's blouse popping a few buttons, leaving her breasts naked to the night air. He used her shirt tail to wipe the spittle and semen off her face. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks.
"Better?" he asked his partner as he checked out Laquetta's assets. "Fuck! She's got some big honkin' jugs, huh?"
"Yeah, most of these niggers have big udders," replied Pete. "Another good quality they got. Like their fat asses. Big black fuckin' cows. Just what I like to stick my dick into."
The first cop unzipped his fly and took his flaccid dick out.
"Time to suck your daddy, girl," he told the fat black whore. "Suck it good."
Still sniveling, Laquetta took the cop's soft cock between her lips and began to suck on it. She could feel it grow inside her mouth. Once his dick was hard enough, she began to bob her head slowly up and down on it. She looked up at the white cop's face to see him looking back down at her. This one wasn't so rough with her, which was good, she thought, because her throat still hurt and her jaw still ached from the brutal use she'd received from the other policeman.
Pete was content to let Laquetta do all the work. He just stood there, looking down at the hapless negro woman as she worked his cock in her mouth. Looking up all the while for a sign of his approval.
After a time she could feel his dick twitching and she knew he was getting close. Just as she felt him about to cum he pulled out and ejaculated on her face. He hit her with four or five strong spurts, leaving her face and hair covered in semen. It slowly dripped onto her naked breasts off her chin.
"Ahhh...", he sighed, looking down at her messy wet face. "Now that's satisfying. Was it good for you, too, nigger?" he asked mockingly.
Laquetta just nodded, shamed and used.
Pete zipped up and turned to his partner. "Let's roll, bud."
"Just let me get my cuffs," Jim said.
He stepped behind Laquetta, who expected to be helped to her feet. Instead the cop pushed her over onto her face and roughly removed the handcuffs, leaving the negro woman lying sprawled in the alley.
"You're just mean," laughed Pete.
"She ain't no lady," Jim responded. "She'll just have to take it and like it."
The two cops opened the front doors of the patrol car.
"Now I know you know better than say anything about this, whore," warned Jim. "You could be in a cage right now if you weren't such a good cocksucker."
"I won't say nothin'," replied Laquetta. She rolled over and sat up, her face still dripping the first cop's cum.
"See that you don't," said Pete. "See ya later."
The two officers laughed and got in their car. The motor roared to life and it backed out of the alley, the headlights brightly illuminating the used black whore. Her face glistening with sticky white fluid. Her large saggy breasts hanging out, exposed and splattered with semen.
Laquetta wiped off her face and tried to button her blouse back up. Several buttons were missing, making it impossible to cover her breasts without holding the blouse closed with one hand. Her makeup was smeared and she was covered in grit from the alley. She realized she'd need to change before she could return to the street corner and continue plying her trade. She knew she'd have to walk home to do it. Might as well get started, she thought. It was a long way home.
The big colored girl had gotten a couple of blocks when a black sedan passed her and pulled to the curb. As she walked by it, the passenger side window rolled down. She glanced in and saw it was him. She was relieved and mortified at the same time. Relieved to see a somewhat familiar face, mortified to be seen in such a state. She stopped walking and turned to face the open window.
"I got a hard on for a fat nigger whore like you," he said. "You look like you've been used pretty hard already, girl. You better be ready for more."
Laquetta blushed and hung her head, but was happy to know he still wanted her in her current condition.
"I's sorry I be lookin' so poorly for you, sir," she explained haltingly. "It ain't been a easy night."
"Hmmm," he pondered. "Anybody use that coochie yet tonight?"
"No, sir." Her face flushed hot with shame at his directness. "It ain't been used tonight."
He thought for a moment, eyeing her.
"Alright, get in," he said at last.
Laquetta opened the car door and climbed in.
"You better brush off the upholstery when you get out," he said. "You're all dirty. You can let go of that shirt, by the way. I won't be offended if your tits hang out."
The big girl released her grip on her blouse, which hung open revealing her massive breasts. She could feel his eyes on her.
"Messed up as you are," he observed, slowly looking her over, "you still look good enough to fuck."
"Thank you, sir," she replied, not knowing what else to say.
After a few blocks he pulled the car into a deserted parking lot.
"I can't wait any longer," he said. "Out here."
Laquetta opened the door and got out. She remembered to brush the grit she'd left on the seat off.
She found him waiting standing next to the back of the car.
"Where do you want to go to do it?" she asked.
"Go?" he replied, his tone sounding as if it were obvious. "Why, right here, of course! Bend over the trunk. I've got to bust a nut in you now."
The big black girl looked around to see if anyone was watching.
"What are you looking for?" he said sternly. "Don't tell me you're modest! Bend over now, bitch!"
Laquetta did as instructed and bent over, resting her body on the trunk of his car. The metal was smooth and cold. She felt him lift her skirt up over her ass and pull her panties down. She heard his fly unzip and his hard cock was pressing against her almost immediately. He entered her with one firm thrust. The black girl gasped at the suddenness of it..
"You're soaking, you slut," he said to her. "I don't know what happened to you earlier, but you must have loved it!"
Laquetta flushed again at the notion that he'd think she'd be aroused by the brutal treatment she'd received from the two white cops. The white man continued to pound himself into her pussy. He fucked her hard and fast, for his pleasure and obviously not hers. It didn't take long before she felt him tense up and push himself deeply into her.
"Uh... Uh... Ahhh...." he sighed.
The big colored girl felt his semen flood inside her as he ejaculated into her vagina. He stood there for a minute, his cock slowly softening inside her. Finally he stepped back.
Laquetta turned towards him, bent over, and pulled up her panties. She looked up as she began to straighten backup and saw his wet dick hanging there. She knew what she was supposed to do now.
"Kin I clean yo' cock off, sir?" she asked.
"Yes, nigger," he replied. "Do it."
The black whore got on her knees and began licking and sucking the white man's dick. She could taste her own juices mixed with his semen. She wanted to do a thorough job and please him. She looked up, his cock in her mouth, to make sure he was satisfied with her service. His expression was hard to read, so she let him slip out from between her lips and kissed the tip of his cock.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled bill and dropped it on the ground in front of her. She picked it up without looking at it.
"That's for the use of your pussy," he said.
"Thank you, sir," she said quietly.
He fumbled around in his pocket some more and pulled out some change, letting it fall jangling to the ground.
"Open back up," he ordered. "I'm not through with you yet."
Reluctantly Laquetta opened her mouth again, very aware of what he was going to use it for this time. She wrapped her lips around his flaccid dick and waited for the inevitable. A few seconds later she felt the gush of hot liquid as he emptied his bladder down her throat. She swallowed as best she could and managed to keep up with the flow. Thus relieved, he stepped back. She leaned forward and licked off the tip of his cock.
"Good, nigger," he said, zipping up. "Keep the change."
With that, he got back into his car and drove off, leaving the big girl coughing as she kneeled, there, alone in the empty parking lot. She gathered the change up and stood, brushing herself off. The money was a fifty dollar bill. The change was thirty seven cents. That, along with the forty from the girls and her freedom from the police was the price of her dignity that night. It had gone for less in the past. Much less, she thought.
He'd left her a few blocks closer to home. Maybe she'd just call it a night, she thought as she walked along, holding her blouse closed over her bare breasts. It had been a rough night.
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