Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 1 - A Different John


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 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 shirt 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'm 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 shirt, 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, painfully pulling 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."

It wasn't easy for her to get to her feet, heavy as she was.  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 trying as fas' as I can."

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 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, her eyes stung.  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.  "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 nigger.

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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