Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 2 - The Third Hole


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.

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
guys 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
isn'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 have 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.  "Everyone will 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 urine 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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