Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 9 - Bar Girl


Laquetta awoke the next morning next to her master.  The room gradually
got lighter as she lay there for a few minutes before he began to
stir.  Without warning he rolled on top of her and positioned himself
between her open legs.  He'd woken up with morning wood and in an
instant he'd buried it in her unprepared pussy.

Startled by the suddenness of the act, Laquetta remained motionless in
spite of the pain at being dry fucked.  A few seconds later, her lack
of lubrication was no longer an issue.  The negress's pussy was wet
with excitement at being taken in such a matter of fact way.

Her master humped her body for a couple minutes before grunting and
ejaculating in her vagina.  Wordlessly, he rolled back onto his side
and went back to sleep.  Laquetta was still on her back, semen oozing
out of her used pussy, leaving a wet spot on the bed.

An hour or so later, Laquetta's master woke again and sat up.  The big
black girl waited to see if he'd use her to relieve his arousal again,
but this time he got out of bed and went to take a shower.

"Well, girl," he said upon returning, "I'll be taking you back today.
But, I want to make a couple of stops before we get you back to your
street corner.  We'll be leaving after breakfast."

Laquetta waited for her master to dress and then followed him out into
the main room.  Miz Kingsley was nowhere to be seen.  A plate of
pancakes were on the table along with what was left of the bunch of
bananas room service had brought up the day before.  He sat at the
table and gestured to the floor beside his chair.

The fat negro understood what was expected of her and she knelt on the
floor.  He handed her a banana and started digging into his pancakes.
Laquetta peeled her banana and ate it.  Her face flushed as memories of
her monkey performance filled her thoughts.

She was rarely ever embarrassed by anything johns had her do.
Somehow, her master managed to humiliate her in ways that weren't even
sexual.  And for some reason, it always left her aroused.

Finally, he was finished and looked down at her.

"All right, girl," he said, "time to get ready to go.  I'm afraid the
hotel won't like me taking my monkey through the lobby naked, so
you'll have to put your coat on first.

"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta, rising to her feet.

The big black girl went to where her hooker clothes were hanging and
started to put them on.

"I said put your coat on," he told her, "not your whore outfit.  Don't
worry about that stuff.  I'll have Miz Kingsley drop it off for you
later.  For now, just put the coat on and we'll go."

Laquetta did as he ordered and put the long raincoat on over her naked
body.  It felt odd to actually be wearing something.  She'd spent the
past two days completely undressed.  She slipped on her pumps and
shuddered.  He actually expected her to go out in public with only the
old second hand coat to cover her.  But the idea had her pussy
tingling.

She accompanied her master down the hall to the elevator without
event.  Laquetta knew it wouldn't be so easy getting through the busy
lobby unnoticed.  The butterflies in her stomach got stronger as she
watched the numbered lights indicating what floor they were one.
Finally, they reached the ground floor.

The elevator doors slid open and Laquetta and her master stepped out
onto the marble floor of the hotel lobby.  Business men and women,
mostly all white, dressed in suits milled about as far as she could
see.  The big black prostitute again felt every eye upon her.  A fat
negro dressed in an old trench coat was completely out of place in the
crowd.

Laquetta's master took her arm and guided her through the bustling
throng.  She was very aware of how her naked body jiggled under the
trench coat with every step.  Her breasts swayed and her booty shook.
The old raincoat didn't hide the undulations of her ample flesh in the
least.

White ladies looked at her with disdain.  However, a few of the white
men and even a couple of the women, seemed to enjoy the spectacle and
had no problem staring as they drank her sensual image in.  Laquetta had
stripped at bachelor parties in the past, but now she felt even more
naked even though her private parts were covered.

At last they reached the revolving door from the hotel lobby to the
street.  The black valet Laquetta remembered from her arrival on Friday
night was there and spotted her immediately.  Her unrestrained breasts
and ass were hard not to notice.  He grinned a toothy grin at her and
she turned away to avoid his gaze.

Laquetta's master stepped up to a door man and told him to hail them a
taxi.  The uniformed white man leered at the black prostitute for a
long few seconds before turning back towards the street with his arm
raised and blowing his whistle.  A yellow cab pulled up to the curb.

"Tip the man, girl," her master told Laquetta.  "Prompt service deserves
a gratuity."

"I ain't got no money, sir," Laquetta told him.

"You got somethin' better than money, girl," explained her master.
"Open that coat up an' show the man somethin' good."

Laquetta bowed her head and held the trench coat open.  Her saggy
breasts, pudgy belly, and shaved pussy were plain to see to the
younger white man.

"Sorry, pal," Laquetta's master apologized.  "I don't have any cash on
me.  I hope my nigger's body is sufficient to show my appreciation."

"You bet, sir!" replied the doorman happily.

"Ah, a man with an eye for a fat black slut!" beamed her master.
"Excellent!  Go ahead and give her udders a squeeze or two with my
compliments."

"Thank you, sir!" exclaimed the eager doorman.  "Don't mind if I do!"

The doorman removed the white glove from his left hand and reached out
and roughly groped Laquetta's heavy breasts.  After a few seconds that
seemed like minutes to the big black girl, he removed his hand and
replaced the glove.  He leaned towards the back door of the taxi and
started to open it.

"Don't bother with that, pal," Laquetta's master stopped him.  "It's my
nigger's place to do that kind of thing."

Without fastening her coat back up, Laquetta stepped forward and opened
the taxi door for her master.  He got in and patted the seat beside
him.  The big black girl climbed in and sat down.  The doorman closed
the door and the cab pulled away.

"Where to, mac?" asked the scruffy looking driver.

"Down the boulevard a few miles," replied Laquetta's master.  "Time to
take my hooker home."

"You got it" replied the driver, putting the meter flag up.

The taxi driver was a pudgy looking white man who'd tried to comb his
graying hair over in a futile attempt to disguise his baldness.  He
sported a few days growth of gray beard.  Laquetta saw his eyes watching
her in the rear view mirror more than he was watching the road.  She
realized her coat was partially open and her large breasts were
spilling out.  Her nipples were hard and almost peeking out from
behind the material.

"Don't get too distracted there, buddy," Laquetta's master advised the
driver.  "You can look all you like when we get there."

"Hey, mac," replied the driver, "I've seen everythin' in this cab.
Ain't nothin' gonna distract me too much."

"You haven't seen anything like this," Laquetta's master assured him.
"I know, because I hadn't.  And I make it my business to look!"

He turned to Laquetta.

"Open up for the man, girl," instructed her master.  "Show the man the
goods."

"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta, slowly pulling the unbuttoned coat all the
way open.

"Check 'em out at the next light, buddy," he advised the driver.  "I
don't want you crashin' into anything once you get an eyeful of these
nigger tits."

Laquetta blushed at the objectification, but held the coat open as she'd
been instructed.  It made her happy to know that her master was proud
of her assets and liked to show them off, even to total strangers.

After a couple of blocks, the taxi stopped for a red light and Laquetta
saw the driver's eyes staring at her in the mirror.

"Yowza!" exclaimed the driver.  "I've had some big colored girls back
there before, but I never seen 'em with their boobs hangin' out like
that!  They're fuckin' huge!  You got yourself a good one, mac.  You
can take it from me."

The taxi driver continued to stare at the exposed negro prostitute in
the mirror.  A horn sounded from behind them.  The light had gone
green a few seconds earlier, but the grizzled driver failed to notice.
He quickly accelerated down the road

"So, you like my nigger, then?" smiled Laquetta's master.

"Fuck, yeah!" replied the driver.  "Man, I love fat niggers!  All soft
and round in all the right places!  It's like they was made for
fuckin'.  Nice fat cunt that can take a poundin' an' big ol' boobs to
give you somethin' to look at while you do it!  An', that face!  Man,
I'd love to feel those big monkey lips wrapped around my dick!  Pure
heaven, mac."

"Well, maybe we can help each other out," Laquetta's master said
thoughtfully.  "How 'bout my nigger blows you for the fare?"

"Are you shittin' me?" asked the taxi driver.  "The fare ain't that
much."

"Nope, she's already paid for so it doesn't matter to me," shrugged
Laquetta's master.  "What do ya say?"

Laquetta's face burned listening to her master bartering her services in
exchange for cab fare.  She'd sucked a few dicks for taxi rides before
in the past, but it was always a bargain she'd struck for herself.
This time it was out of her control and had no say in the matter.  She
was just a warm mouth to be used as her master pleased.

"It's a deal, mac," agreed the driver, hastily putting the meter flag
down.  "I ain't had a nigger in weeks.  I ain't had a nice fat one
like that for even longer!"

"I'm headed to Wolfie's," said Laquetta's master, the deal concluded.
"A couple more blocks.  Pull into the alley next to the building.
That should give you a little privacy."

"Works for me," the taxi driver replied.  "I know the place.  Ain't
that a biker bar?"

"Yeah, it does have a certain ambiance," the white man admitted.
"But, it's just the place for what I have in mind."

A sense of foreboding crept over Laquetta's mood.  The big black girl
had never been to that particular establishment.  She'd heard about
the kind of crowd that hung out there.  It was only a few blocks away
from her own place of business.

Laquetta saw the motorcycles parked at the curb in front of a brick
faced building with a neon Budweiser sign in the lone window.  A
square florescent lit sign over the wooden door. On top it proclaimed
Budweiser to be the "King of Beers" and underneath that "Wolfie's
Tavern" was spelled out in black block letters.

The taxi pulled into an alley next to the building.  Laquetta and her
master got out while the driver turned off the motor and opened his
door.  The balding white man licked his lips as he eyed the big black
girl's body, her coat still hanging open and her naked body exposed.

The cab driver walked past a stack of beer kegs and turned around.  He
fumbled with the zipper on his pants and pulled his cock out.  Laquetta
looked at her master, who gestured towards her next customer.

"Can she take that coat off?" inquired the driver.  "I wanna good look
at her first."

"Sure," agreed Laquetta's master.  "Gimme the coat, girl.  Man wants to
see what he's gonna be puttin' his dick in."

Laquetta blushed as she took off the raincoat and handed it to her
master.  She stood naked in the alley, dressed only in her pumps.
They were in shadows, but the afternoon sun still provided plenty of
illumination.  Anyone walking by would be able to see her nudity and
what she was doing.

"Turn around so I can see that big fat booty, girl," ordered the
driver.  "Then get on your knees an' wrap those monkey lips around my
dick."

The negro prostitute slowly turned around to give the cab driver a
complete look at her naked black body.  The pudgy white man again
licked his lips in anticipation of the pleasure of the flesh he was
about to experience.  Laquetta knelt in front of him and reached up to
take his now erect cock into her mouth.

At first, he just stood there with his hands on his hips while Laquetta
slurped and bobbed her head on his cock.  Her master leaned against
the hood of the taxi and watched.  The pungent sweaty man smell filled
her nostrils.  She could taste the bitter pre cum already oozing out
the tip of his dick.

Laquetta jerked the cab drivers shaft with one hand and caressed his
hairy nut sack with the other as she continued to slurp and lick on
the head of his cock.  He started breathing heavily and she felt his
thick meaty hands on the back of her head, silently urging his dick
further into her mouth, occasionally hitting the back of her throat.

The taxi driver pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, his hands
trapping her head, forcing her face up against his crotch.  His pubic
hairs brushed against her nose and his fat belly was pressed against
her forehead.  She was no longer really sucking him.  He was simply
using her mouth as if it were a pussy.

Gagging and sputtering, Laquetta gasped for breath as the cab driver
relentlessly fucked her face.  She could feel his balls twitch and she
braced herself for the flood.

"Oh, shit!" cried the driver as he ejaculated in the negro
prostitute's mouth.

Laquetta fought to suppress her gag reflex as spurt after spurt of thick
creamy liquid coated the back of her throat.  The driver jammed his dick
even further into her mouth, his balls resting on her chin.

"Suck it, monkey," croaked the driver.  "Suck it dry."

At last, he was spent.  The cab driver stepped back and slipped his
slobber covered dick back into his pants.  Laquetta remained on her
knees, her head bowed.

"That's one fine cock suckin' nigger you got there, mac!" said the
driver with satisfaction.  "Mighty fine.  I ain't had my knob polished
like that in years.  Yep, nothin' sucks dick like a fat nigger.  I
don't know why that is, but it's true."

"You won't get an argument out of me," agreed Laquetta's master.  "She's
the best.  Say, buddy...  Just to let you know, this nigger sets up
shop just a few blocks down the street.  You oughta look her up
sometime."

"You know what?" replied the taxi driver.  "I might just do that.
Well, I gotta go.  Thanks for the use of your nigger whore, mac.  I'm
much obliged."

"Forget it, buddy," Laquetta's master said magnanimously.  "An' thanks
for the ride."

The cab driver got back into his taxi and back out of the alley,
leaving Laquetta kneeling naked on the ground with her master standing
over her.  Degrading as this all was, hearing the white men express
their satisfaction felt good.  She loved knowing her master thought
she was the best, even if it was the best cocksucking whore.

"Put this back on," he instructed her as he handed her the coat.
"They might have a dress code for ladies in here."

Laquetta blushed in shame and stood up, brushing the grit off her knees.
She put the coat on and followed her master around to the front of the
bar and in the big wooden door.

After the daylight on the street, the dimly lit bar hid the interior
completely from Laquetta as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.  A long
bar with stools in front of it, a few beer taps on the other side, and
bottles lined a mirrored wall.  Small tables were scattered around the
rest of the room.  In the back were a couple of pool tables.

A dozen or so biker types were at the pool tables.  A few white women
looked from the nearest bar tables, glasses of beer in front of them.
The bartender looked up at Laquetta and her master.  Laquetta quickly
realized she was the only black face in the bar.

Longish gray hair with a few strands still black reached the man's
collar.  His beard was gray, too, only the mustache was still mostly
black.  He wore blue jeans with a leather vest over his shirt.  But
what struck Laquetta were the man's eyes.  One was blue and the other
brown.

"Hey, Wolfie!" Laquetta's master greeted the man.  "How the hell are
you?"

"Yo, bro!" grinned Wolfie.  "Ain't seen you a while.  What brings you
'round here?"

"I'll tell you, Wolfie," the white man explained.  "I got this nigger
here paid for and I gotta couple more hours on her.  Your place was on
the way to where I got her from so I figured I'd share the wealth, so
to speak."

"Uh huh," Wolfie replied.

The strange looking white man eyed the negro hooker hungrily.  His
name was fitting, thought Laquetta, he did resemble a wolf.  She
couldn't look away from his mismatched eyes.

"You sure can pick 'em, bro," said Wolfie after giving Laquetta the once
over.  "This one looks like a big fat ape!  My dicks hard and I ain't
even seen the goods yet!"

"Shit," exclaimed Laquetta's master.  "Where's my manners?"  He turned
to the big black girl.  "Lose the coat, girl.  Let my buddy here get a
good look at you."

Laquetta couldn't believe he was telling her to strip naked in this
public bar with all these people here.  None seemed to be paying
attention, but she knew that could change in a second.  Still, that
was what her master said so she quickly took the trench coat off and
draped it over a bar stool.

"Turn around, sweetheart," Wolfie told her.  "Let's see that ass."

They never could wait to see her big black ass, thought Laquetta.  On
the one hand, the way these men all looked at her as if she were
nothing but a piece of meat was thoroughly degrading.  But, on the
other, she couldn't deny the fact that they were paying her a
compliment of sorts in their own perverted way.  Clearly, they liked
what they saw.  She was ashamed by how much she liked that.

"Not bad, bro," said Wolfie.  "I'd love to have me some of that."

"Then have some!" replied Laquetta's master.  "Take her in the office if
you're too shy to bend her over the bar!"

"I ain't gonna fuck nothin' out here, man!" laughed Wolfie.  "Not even
no nigger.  I'm a gentleman.  You oughta remember that."

"Oh, yeah," chuckled Laquetta's master.  "I keep forgetting.  Go have
your fun with her.  I'll wait out here."

Laquetta looked quickly into her master's face.  He smiled back and
leaned close to her.

"Don't worry, girl," he said quietly.  "Wolfie's okay.  And, I'll
watch your coat."

Wolfie took Laquetta by the arm and headed for the back of the bar.  The
bikers at the pool tables looked up as the bartender walked the naked
black prostitute past them to a door marked "Private".  She could feel
their eyes boring in on her.

Glancing back, Laquetta saw the same hungry look look on their faces
she'd seen on most of her master's friends.  Clearly they all had
similar tastes.  The white biker women didn't look so pleased that the
negro was attracting their men's attention this way.

Inside the office was a plain wooden desk against the wall with an old
wooden desk chair in front of it.  An overflowing file cabinet and
stacks of boxes lined the other wall.  A grimy window barely let any
light in.

"Bend over the desk, honey," ordered Wolfie.  "I like fuckin' niggers
doggy style."

Wolfie planted his hand in the middle of Laquetta's back and pushed her
over the desk, her face resting on a stack of papers.  She heard him
fumbling in a desk drawer.  Suddenly she felt something cold and
metallic go around her wrist.  He yanked her other hand back and
fastened another steel bracelet around her other wrist behind her
back.  The bartender had handcuffed her and rendered her helpless.

"Sorry, baby," he apologized breathlessly.  "This is how I like it.
Hope you don't mind."

Laquetta said nothing and remained still, her heart pounding in her
chest.  Wolfie nudged her legs further apart with his boot and
unzipped his jeans.  The big black girl felt the gray haired man's
hard dick poking her crotch.  All at once, he penetrated her with a
grunt, eliciting a gasp from her.  She was surprised to realize her
pussy was well lubricated already and he entered her easily.

"Yeah, that's the way..." he rasped.  "Soaked...  Fuckin' niggers...
No wonder I got a hard on for 'em.  You love it like this, don't you?
Slutty whore.  I bet you'd do it for free."

The negro whore merely whimpered as the white man pounded her
defenseless pussy.  Wolfie had Laquetta pinned face down to the desk.
Her hand cuffed wrists resting on the shelf of her fat black ass.  She
felt something, maybe a pen, pressing against her breast, and she
tried to move, but he held her fast.

"That's it, baby," murmured Wolfie.  "Go ahead an' struggle.  I love
it.  But you ain't goin' nowhere 'til I dump a load in that sweet
nigger pussy.  Damn, you feel good.  I could fuck your black hole all
day."

Laquetta decided to simply remain still and let Wolfie have his way with
her.  There was no point in trying to get comfortable.  All she could
do was take it.  The white man started pounding her harder, causing
the desk to rattle.

"Oh, yeah," Wolfie vocalized.  "You got the good pussy all right...
Give it to Wolfie, bitch.  That's it."

Now the desk was banging against the wall while Wolfie slammed his
raging hard cock deep into Laquetta's pussy.  Finally, he jammed it in
to the hilt, his balls slapping against her fat thighs.

"Fuck!" he cried.  "Take it, nigger!  Take it all, you fuckin' nigger
bitch!"

The negress felt the strong jets of semen blast into her well used
pussy.  Wolfie must not have cum in a week, thought Laquetta.  He just
kept cumming and cumming.  The big black girl squeezed his dick with
her vaginal muscles, draining the seed from him.  At last, she felt
him soften and slip out of her vagina.  He let his weight up off her
back, but she remained motionless.

"That's it, baby," sighed Wolfie.  "You got all I got.  You're a good
fuck.  I like to do it all, but I loved the way you milked my dick at
the end.  You're quality.  The man sure knows how to pick a nigger."

"Thank you, sir," replied Laquetta, her voice muffled.

"Don't mention it, sweetie," said Wolfie.  "Here, let me help you up.
Hookers sometimes jus' go ballistic when I slap the cuffs on, but
damn, it feels good to bend a nigger over and fuck her while I'm
lookin' at her hands all helpless behind her back.  Mighty satisfying,
believe you me.  You were a good sport about it, an' I appreciate
that.  Stand still an' I'll get 'em off you."

"Please sir, not yet," Laquetta spoke up.  "Let me clean your cock off
first."

"You're fuckin' all right," Wolfie praised her.  "That's what I call
service!"

"Thank you, sir," Laquetta replied with the hint of a bashful smile on
her face.

The big black girl struggling to her knees.  The white man helped
steady her.  It was awkward to kneel with her hands cuffed behind her
back.  Once she was on the floor, Laquetta leaned forward and slurped
Wolfie's slime covered dick between her thick negro lips.  She sucked
hard since she couldn't hold his cock.  She ran her tongue over his
cock without letting it slip out of her mouth.  Finished, she let his
member slide out, and she looked up at him.  He patted her head,
making her feel like a big puppy dog.

"I swear, girl, you're the best fuck I've had in a long time," Wolfie
told her.  "Get up and I'll let you loose."

"Thank you, sir," said Laquetta.  "I'm glad you liked it."

Wolfie helped the big colored girl to her feet and went around behind
her.  Laquetta listened as the locks clicked and the hand cuffs came
off.  She stood there rubbing her wrists while he put them away in a
desk drawer.  He headed for the door and she followed respectfully.

Again, all eyes tracked Laquetta as she walked behind Wolfie back to the
bar where her master was waiting.

"So, what did you think of my nigger?" asked her master.

"Man, I'm in love!" exclaimed Wolfie.  "I don't know what you're
payin' her, but it ain't enough whatever it is.  Where the fuck did
you find her?"

"Just down your street," replied Laquetta's master.  "You just gotta
look harder, Wolfie.  They're out there waiting to be found.  Think
the boys will like her?"

"Are you serious?" asked Wolfie.  "You want her in the box?"

"Sure," Laquetta's master answered.  "That's what I brought her here
for.  Let's go."

Laquetta was feeling apprehensive again.  The box?  She wasn't sure she
liked the sound of that.  Her master along with Wolfie led the way
towards the back of the bar.  Next to the office was a dark corridor
with a dimly lit sign over it marked "Restrooms".

Four doors lined the hallway.  The first one was an odd short door,
barely reaching Laquetta's chest.  The next was normal sized, but
unmarked.  The next two were more conventionally labeled, one "Men",
and the other "Ladies".

Wolfie opened the short door and Laquetta's master gestured towards it.

"In you go, girl," he ordered.  "This is the box.  There's a hole in
the wall inside.  Wrap your lips around whatever comes through it.
That's all there is to it.  Got it?"

"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta nervously.

The big black girl got on her hands and knees and crawled into the
small room.  Room was too generous a description since the ceiling
wasn't high enough for her to stand.  It was literally a box.  A short
stool was in the middle of it and she sat on it.  She watched
anxiously as the door closed, leaving her in darkness.

Laquetta sat on the stool waiting to see what would happen next.  It
didn't take long to find out.  She heard muffled voices followed by a
door opening and closing.  A light came on and shown through a round
hole several inches wide right in front of her face.  Through it, she
could see the fly on a pair of blue jeans and a hand unzipping it.
The cock that came out was still soft, but it's owner stuck it through
the hole anyways.

Remembering her master's instructions, Laquetta leaned forward and took
the stranger's cock through her lips and began sucking on it.  She
could feel it growing inside her mouth until she could barely contain
the entire member.  Bobbing her head on the tip and stroking the base
with her hand, it wasn't long before she heard moans of pleasure from
the other side of the wall.  Without warning, the unseen stranger shot
off, dumping his load down the negro's throat.  She hungrily swallowed
it down.

Laquetta watched through the hole, hoping to see more of the stranger
she just blew, but her view was very restricted and she saw nothing
else.  This was truly objectifying.  Anonymous cocks shoved through
the hole by men whose faces she never even saw.  To them, she was just
a mouth and tongue, nothing more.  After he zipped up, whoever it was
simply left only to be quickly replaced by another man.

This one had blonde hair, assuming the carpet matched the drapes.
Unlike the first man, his dick was erect and ready.  Laquetta reached
for it and grabbed it with one hand around the base.  It was so thick
her fingers didn't come close to touching.  She pulled forward on it
as she bent to take it in her mouth.

Apparently that was too much stimulation for the unseen blonde man.
His cock abruptly exploded in the negro's face.  The first blast hit
Laquetta in the cheek.  The next one right in the eye.  Undaunted, the
black prostitute wrapped her lips around the ejaculating penis and
took the rest of his load down her throat.

"Shit," whispered a voice from the other side of the wall.  "That was
fast."

"I hope it still made you feel good, sir," said Laquetta, hoping that it
was all right for her to speak.

"Well, yeah..." replied the voice.

"Can I give you some more, sir?" Laquetta asked sincerely.

The man didn't withdraw from the hole, so Laquetta took that as her cue
to continue.  She slurped the gooey flaccid dick into her mouth and
gently sucked on it.  The man may have had a hair trigger, but he
still had a few bullets left.  In less than a minute the negro felt
the white man's cock growing hard in her mouth.  She reached up and
caressed his balls and began bobbing her head on his now erect member.

"Oh, yeah," he murmured as once again, he released into Laquetta's
waiting mouth.

The amount wasn't a copious as before, and she had no problem
swallowing it all.  The moans of pleasure she heard told her that
she'd done the right thing.  She wasn't going to leave any of them
unsatisfied since she didn't want to reflect poorly on her master.
Certainly, the all knew whose she was.

Drained for a second time, the stranger withdrew his cock, and Laquetta
heard him zip up and fumble for the door handle.  Then he was gone as
suddenly as he'd came.

Immediately following the blonde stranger was one with thick black
curly pubic hair.  Laquetta slurped it in and went to work on it.  Once
again, she was surprised by the suddenness and force of the new
stranger's ejaculation.  She swallowed most of it, but some escaped
her lips and drooled off her chin onto her naked chest.

This process repeated itself over and over.  Laquetta quickly lost track
of how many stranger's dicks had shot off in her mouth, dumping their
loads down her throat, occasionally leaking out and dripping on her
breasts.  Her jaw ached, but the just kept coming.  After what seemed
like hours, the last saliva coated cock withdrew but wasn't replaced
with another.

The small door opened and light streamed in.  Her master was waiting
for her when she emerged.  Wolfie was standing beside him.  Laquetta
crawled out of the small room and stood.

"Only one more hour to go," said her master.  "I'm only paying through
six.  But, there's still something else for her to occupy herself
with.  Come with me, girl."

Laquetta followed her master past the unmarked door and into the men's
room.  It was filthy.  The floor was grimey.  The wastebasket was
overflowing with paper towels.  Two urinals were mounted on the wall,
but one of them had yellow plastic tape over it marked "Caution".
Thankfully, she couldn't see into the toilet stalls.  She could only
imagine their condition.

"It seems Wolfie can't afford to fix the broken urinal," her master
told her.  "So I've offered your services to replace it for a little
while."

"I'll just label you, so there's no confusion with my patrons," said
Wolfie.

The gray haired man produced a felt tip marker and stepped up to her.
Across her naked chest he wrote "nigger urinal".  Laquetta was taken
aback.  Her master was actually going to subject her to such a
degrading humiliation.

"On your knees, girl," he ordered her.  "I know you do a fine job as a
piss drinker.  I'm sure you'll do well here."

Laquetta kneeled with her back to the broken urinal, fully aware she was
it's replacement.  Her master put an old coffee can next to her
kneeling form.  It was labeled "tips".

"Let me be the first," said Wolfie.  "Open up, sweetheart."

Wolfie stepped up to Laquetta and unzipped his fly.  He produced his
dick and pointed it at the black prostitutes face.  She opened her
mouth and waited.  Seconds later, the gray haired man let loose a
stream of urine that splashed into her open mouth.  She swallowed as
best she could, but some spilled over her lips and ran down her chest,
puddling between her knees.

The white man who'd just used her in such a degrading way zipped up
his fly and reached into his pocket.  He threw a couple coins in the
coffee can.  They rattled around before settling.

"I'll be back at six to collect you," her master informed her,
stepping to the door.

Wolfie stopped to wash his hands before following him out.  Laquetta was
left alone, kneeling in front of the out of service urinal on the
men's room floor.  She was marked for service in it's place and was
humiliated.

The door swung open and a fat man with a long black beard wearing
jeans and a sleeveless denim jacket took his place in front of her.
He whipped out his dick and stepped close to her, putting his cock in
the negro's face.  Immediately, a stream of piss found it's way into
her mouth.  She sputtered and choked, but swallowed most of it.  He
shook it off in front of her, droplets of urine falling on her naked
body.  He didn't bother to wash up before he left, but at least he
threw a couple coins in the coffee can.

The procession continued with occasional gaps when Laquetta was left
alone, bathing in the humiliation and funky odor.  When the door next
swung open, the three biker babes walked in.

"So here's what's got the men folk all charged up," said one with long
blonde hair wearing a denim miniskirt and a too small tee shirt with
motorcycle logo on it.  "A nigger urinal.  I think I'll try her out
myself."

"She looks pretty nasty, Charlene," said a brown haired girl dressed
in a short skirt and a suede vest with no shirt visible underneath.

"So what?" replied Charlene.  "Kelly go watch the door.  I don't want
any of them walkin' in on me."

The third girl, a red head with curly hair backed away to the door,
never taking her eyes off of Laquetta's kneeling form.

"On your back, nigger," ordered Charlene.  "I don't pee standing up."

Laquetta silently obeyed and lay down on the filthy floor in front of
the broken urinal.  Charlene pulled her panties off from under her
miniskirt and squatted over the negress's face.  The black prostitute
opened her mouth just in time to receive the white girl's urine.  Most
of the stream went down her throat, but the last few spurts just
splashed on her face.

The colored girl proceeded to lick the blonde's pussy off when it was
clear she'd finished relieving herself.  She sucked off a few drops
clinging to her light brown pussy hairs.

"Lick my asshole, too, whore," ordered Charlene.  "That's what niggers
are for."

Laquetta obeyed and ran her tongue between Charlene's butt cheeks and
licked her pink puckered asshole.  The white girl got up and put her
panties back on, standing with the negro's head between her feet.

"You need to use the toilet, Wendy?" asked Charlene.  "She's better
than what they got in the ladies room."

Wendy smiled and lifted her skirt.  She wasn't wearing any panties.
The brunette squatted over Laquetta's face and let loose a stream of
piss that hit the colored girl on the nose before she could adjust
herself to take it in the mouth.  She swallowed until the white girl
had emptied her bladder.  The negro prostitute licked her bare pussy
clean.

"I didn't know you kept yourself shaved," said Charlene.  "Nice."

"Big John likes it that way," replied Wendy.  "Dwayne, too."

"If you wanna pee, Kelly," Charlene told the red head, "now's the
time."

Kelly came over and slipped off the green hot pants she was wearing.
Like Wendy, she was wearing nothing underneath them.  She kneeled over
Laquetta's head and positioned her pussy over the negro's mouth.  Her
curly red pubic hairs tickled the black girl's nose.  Her musk filled
her nostrils.

"Eat me, slut," commanded Kelly.  "Show me what you're good for."

Laquetta instantly began licking the red head's pussy.  Kelly's clit
popped out from between her pink labia and the prostitute began to
gently suck on it.  The white girl moaned with pleasure and ground her
cunt into the negro's face.

"Ahhh...  Ahhh...," squeaked Kelly, her pussy gushing.

The colored girl kept lapping the red head's slit until she felt her
relax.  No sooner had that happened when she felt another flood of hot
liquid as Kelly peed in Laquetta's face.  The black whore got her mouth
open and caught most of the white girl's urine, but alot of it had run
over her face and her head was now resting in a puddle of piss.

Kelly got up and Laquetta heard a few coins clank into the coffee can.
The white girls took turns washing their hands in the sink and then
left together.

Laquetta waited for a moment before getting to her feet.  She mopped up
the puddle with some paper towels and tried to dry herself off with
limited success.  She smelled like piss and there wasnt' much she
could do about it.

The door swung open while she was still at the sink.  It was her
master.

"Finish getting yourself cleaned up," he told her, "we're leaving."

He picked up the can and left.  Laquetta washed up as best she could
using the sink and hand soap.  She dried herself with paper towels.
Stepping out into the bar, she walked naked across the room to her
master's side.  He handed her the trench coat which she gratefully put
on.

Wolfie and the rest of the biker bar patrons watched as they left.
The sun had descended behind the buildings and the street was in
shadow.  Laquetta's master led the colored girl into the alley where the
taxi had deposited them.

"Well, you're off the clock, girl," said her master.  "Miz Kingsley
will be here soon with your clothes.  I wouldn't mind knocking off a
quick piece before she gets here."

"Yes, sir," said Laquetta.  "How do you want me?"

"Up the ass," he told her.  "Bend over that keg."

"Yes, sir," replied the fat black whore.

Laquetta let the trench coat fall to the ground and stepped to the beer
keg against the wall.  She felt her master step behind her and his
cock was quickly between her ass cheeks.  She was unlubricated, but
took his dick in her asshole with barely a whimper.

Slowly at first and faster as he went, her master fucked his black
whore up the ass.  It was painful for her, but she didn't care.  He
grunted and ejaculated in her rectum.  He stepped back from her and
she turned and kneeled in the gritty alley way.

"Can I clean your cock, sir?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes, nigger," he granted her.  "Go ahead."

Laquetta took his cock into her mouth and sucked and slurped until it
glistened.  He put it away and zipped up.  She patiently waited for
his next order.

"Good girl," he praised her.  "Stand up and put your coat on."

The big black girl struggled to her feet and brushed off her knees.
She put the jacket on and was buttoning it up when the black sedan
pulled up to the curb just past the entrance to the alley.

"I'm staying here," he told her.  "Miz Kingsley will take you where
you want to go.  You've pleased me tremendously, girl.  I'm very proud
of you."

"Yes, sir," she replied, a little disappointed that he wouldn't be
joining them.  "Thank you, sir."

"Pissy nigger," observed Miz Kingsley, wrinkling her nose as Laquetta
climbed in.  "I don't know how you do it."

Laquetta told Miz Kingsley her destination and they were off.  When they
arrived at the rough looking high rise building where she lived, the
white lady handed her a bag containing her clothing and purse.

"I've got to say I'm impressed," Miz Kingsley said.  "You're a tough
girl.  I think I understand now what he sees in you besides those big
fat udders.  I know I'll see you later.  I'm looking forward to it."

Laquetta got out of the car, taking the bag with her.  Miz Kingsley
pulled away.  Well, she thought, that was a surprise.  She'd had the
impression that the snooty white lady resented her and didn't like
her.  She'd certainly taken delight hurting the negro prostitute and
humiliating her.

The big black girl went up to her apartment and looked through her
things.  In her purse was an envelope that read "nigger".  In addition
she found a pager.  She was happy to see that he wanted to be able to
contact her easily.

In the envelope was her money.  Miz Kingsley had told her she'd be
paid five hundred dollars, but instead there were twenty crisp one
hundred dollar bills.  Two thousand dollars!  Laquetta was happy to see
he valued her so much.  And he'd obviously decided to pay her extra
even before her service at the bar.

She decided to take a shower since the wash up in the men's room
hadn't been very effective.  Not to mention getting the "nigger
urinal" label off.  Plus, her master's cum was still leaking out of
her sore asshole.  The warm water would feel good.

Laquetta brought the pager with her into the bathroom, just in case her
master called.



  
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