Laquetta on the Streets
by Neal


Chapter 10 - Putting on the Dog


The days went by without a sign of Laquetta's master.  Every evening
she went down to her usual spot in front of the liquor store parking
lot, but his black sedan never appeared.  She kept the pager he'd
given her close, but it never went off.

However, the big colored girl had resigned herself to the fact that
the enigmatic white man would appear when it pleased him to do so.
She'd made every effort to insure that he was pleased when he chose to
avail himself of her charms and was certain that eventually he would
return.

It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday when a somewhat rusty older silver
sedan pulled up to the curb.  The side window rolled down and a
teenaged white boy pointed over to where Laquetta and her friend Daisha
leaned against the brick wall of the liquor store.

The unseen driver tapped the horn and Daisha sauntered over towards
the car.  The teenage boy held is hand up, gesturing her to stop.  He
then pointed back towards Laquetta.  The fat black hooker walked up to
the car, her ass swaying and her breasts bouncing with each step.  Her
friend shrugged as the passed each other.

Laquetta leaned her head in the window.  The teenager had sandy brown
hair and wore a tee shirt with some band's logo on it.  He appeared to
be about fifteen to the black girl.  He stared unabashed at her large
breasts hanging into the car.  She looked over at the driver, a skinny
white man in a checkered shirt with thinning hair.

"You two lookin' to party?" she asked the driver.  "Your buddy here
seems pretty young."

"He's old enough to know what he wants," smiled the driver.  "He
picked you out, didn't he?"

The teenager continued to stare down Laquetta's top.

"I'm gonna have to charge you for the view, kid," Laquetta told the
teenager.  "You wanna see more?"

"C'mon, Uncle Lenny," said the teen.  "She's got the biggest boobs I ever
seen outside those magazines you got.  I want her."

"How much for the two of us?" asked the older man.  "It's my nephew's
birthday.  It's time he had him some pussy.  But, I figure I might as
well knock off a piece, too."

"A hundred bucks," replied Laquetta.  "Sorry, no student discount."

"All right," agreed Lenny.  "Is there a room around here we can go
to?"

"Sure thing," Laquetta told him.  "But, money first."

"Pay the lady, Nick," Lenny told his nephew, handing him a couple of
fifty dollar bills.  "This is your party."

Nick eagerly took the bills from his uncle and started to hand them to
Laquetta.  The big black girl leaned further forward into the car, her
breasts practically hanging out of her tube top.

"Put the money where you want, sweetie," she told the teenager with a
wink.  "Don't be shy."

Grinning broadly, Nick put the fifties down Laquetta's top.  The big
black girl smiled back at the teen and let herself in the back door of
the silver car.

"Go four blocks down," Laquetta told him.  "There's a motel there than
rents by the hour.  Not too clean, but it's cheap."

"My kind of place," said Lenny as he pulled away from the curb.

Nick turned around in his seat and stared at Laquetta's breasts.  She
smiled at him and pulled the tube top down, allowing her huge
mammaries to flop out.  The teenager gasped.

"You like?" Laquetta winked at the boy.

Nodding his head, Nick's mouth gaped open.  Laquetta lifted a breast to
her lips and poked her tongue out, licking the nipple.  The teenager
looked on, slack jawed.  The big black whore switched off and started
sucking her other tit.

"Damn, girl!" exclaimed Lenny, peeking.  "You're gonna have the boy
cumming in his pants!"

Laquetta smiled and tucked her breasts back in her tube top.  Nick
looked disappointed and turned back around and sat in his seat.  Lenny
just chuckled and shook his head.  Shortly, they were pulling into the
parking lot of the seedy motel.  She waited with the teenager while
his uncle went into the office.

"You're hot," Nick told Laquetta.  "You got great tits.  They're so
big!"

"Well, you're gonna get a chance to look at 'em up close an' personal,
kid," Laquetta assured him.  "You can do anything you want."

Lenny returned to the car and slid behind the wheel.

"The room's around back," he informed them.  "I paid for a couple
hours.  This is a special occasion after all."

The older white man pulled the car around to the other side of the
motel.  They all got out and he led the way to the room.  It looked
pretty clean to Laquetta, at least by this place's standards.

"Go ahead an' tell the lady what to do, Nick," Lenny encouraged the
boy.  "This is your party."

"I want her to take her clothes off," replied Nick.

"Don't tell me, buddy," laughed Lenny.  "Tell her!  She's your
present.  You tell her what to do an' she'll do it.  Ain't that right,
girl?"

"That's right," agreed Laquetta.  "Don't be shy."

"Take your clothes off," ordered Nick.  "I wanna see you naked."

Laquetta smiled at the teenager and pulled off her tube top.  Her big
breasts flopped out and hung down her chest.  Nick just stared.  Still
smiling, she slipped off her red short shorts along with her panties.
The boy's eyes went straight for her crotch.

"How come you ain't got no hair down there?" asked Nick.

"Some men like to see what they're gettin'," explained Laquetta.  "You
like?"

"Uh huh," replied Nick.  "I can see your slit.  Can I touch it?"

"Of course," smiled Laquetta.  "It's your pussy.  Touch it all you
want."

Nick stepped forward and put his hand between Laquetta's thighs.  The
big black girl opened her legs to give the young white man access to
her pussy.  He put his other hand on one of her breasts and began
squeezing it.  He moved to the other and gave it similar treatment.

"I'll go wait in the car, Nick," said Lenny, headed for the door.
"Give you a little privacy with her."

Lenny left, closing the door behind him.  Laquetta lay back on the bed
and spread her legs.

"Can I call you Nick?" she asked.

"Sure," replied the boy.

"Do you want to fuck me, Nick?" asked Laquetta.  "That's what I'm for,
you know."

"Yeah," said Nick, his voice cracking.

"Come here, Nick," Laquetta said in a sultry voice.  "Come here an' fuck
me."

Nick hastily pulled his jeans off, leaving his tee shirt on.  His dick
was red and straining.  Laquetta opened her legs wider.  The teenager
climbed up between her thighs.  She grabbed his cock and positioned it
at the entrance to her pussy.  He pushed the head of it between her
lips and gasped.

"Oh!" cried Nick.

The white teenager ejaculated all over the outside of Laquetta's vagina.
Her crotch was covered in the thick white goo.  Nick's face flushed
red.

"Oops," Nick lamented.

"Don't worry about it, Nick," Laquetta soothed him.  "That happens all
the time.  It's nothin' to get embarrassed about."

"Lenny says it's over when you cum with a hooker," Nick told her.

"That's up to the hooker," replied Laquetta.  "That one is on me.  Come
here an' suck on my tit.  You'll be ready to try again."

Laquetta held a breast up for the young white man.  Nick eagerly took it
in his mouth and sucked on it.  His hand found her other tit and
roamed over the massive mammary.  Her nipples quickly hardened at his
touch.

The colored whore surprised herself at the pleasure she felt having
her body enjoyed by the white boy.  Her past had left her somewhat
jaded.  But, her more recent experiences with her master had helped
her better appreciate the pleasure men got from using her, degrading
as it sometimes was.

Nick repositioned himself to suck on Laquetta's other breast.  He held
it in both hands, squeezing it firmly, finally taking the engorged
nipple into his mouth.  The young man slurped happily at the negro's
teat for a few minutes before switching back to the one he'd started
on.

His hand found its way between her legs, her pussy still covered in
his cum.

"Do you want to play with my pussy, sir?" she asked sweetly.  "It's
still yours, you know.  Here, let me to dry it off for you."

Laquetta stretched and reached down beside the bed where her clothing
was piled and picked up her panties to use them to dry her pussy.

"Uh...," stammered Nick bashfully, "can I do that?"

"Of course you can," replied Laquetta, opening her legs wider and
handing him her panties.  "Thank you, sir."

"I'm sorry I shot off so fast," said Nick apologetically.

"Please don't apologize, sir," said the negro woman.  "I took it as a
compliment.  I'm glad you liked what you saw so much."

Nick took Laquetta's panties and mopped his cum up from her crotch.  The
sensation was quite stimulating for her.  Clearly the boy was enjoying
exploring her sex.  Soon he discarded the panties on the floor and
started probing her pussy with his hand.  He ran his finger down the
length of her slit, stopping to play with her clit, before plunging it
into her vagina.

It wasn't long before he was ready to go again.  She could feel his
erection pressed into her flesh.

"You wanna put that in my hole, Nick?" asked Laquetta.  "You wanna fuck
me?"

Nick didn't have to be asked again.  He moved down between the black
prostitute's legs.  Laquetta took his dick in her hand and guided it to
her cum covered pussy.  The young white man slid it right in and began
vigorously pounding her.

"That's the way," cooed Laquetta.  "That's the way to fuck your black
whore.  White girl's can't take that, but you can fuck a nigger hard
as you want."

The teenager panted as he slammed into the colored whore's pussy.
Laquetta saw the surprised look on Nick's face and felt him ejaculate
inside her.

"Oh, fuck..." moaned Nick.  "Oh, fuck..."

"That's right," Laquetta whispered.  "That's what I's for."

Nick collapsed on top of the big black girl, drained.  After a few
minutes he got up and pulled his jeans on.

"I'll tell Lenny it's his turn," he said.  "Can I stay an' watch?"

"That's up to him," replied Laquetta.  "I'll do whatever you want."

The white boy pushed the motel door open.  In a minute, Lenny was back
in the room.

"Sure you can watch your ol' Uncle Lenny fuck this whore," he was
saying.  "You used her cunt pretty good there, Nick.  I'll just use
the mouth.  These coloreds got perfect lips.  Made for suckin' a man's
dick.  Watch an' learn."

Nick looked on as his uncle stood next to the bed and snapped his
fingers, pointing at the floor in front of his feet.  He dropped his
pants while Laquetta knelt before him.  Lenny was ready for action and
the black prostitute took his dick in one hand and slipped her lips
over it.

"Don't expect much cock suckin' from a white girl, kid," said Lenny.
"Colored girls are a whole 'nother story.  Love suckin' a white man's
dick.  Ain't that right, whore?"

"Mmmff, mmmff," agreed Laquetta, nodding her head with a mouthful of
dick.

"What a good girl," Lenny said happily.  "Didn't even miss a beat.
See what I mean?"

Laquetta bobbed her head back and forth on the white man's dick.  She
wanted to finish Lenny off so she put her free hand under his crotch
and pushed a finger towards his asshole.  She found the sweet spot and
pressed firmly.

"Holy fuck!" gasped Lenny.

A strong blast of cum hit Laquetta in the back of the throat.  She
continued to work her finger in the white man's asshole and was
rewarded with another powerful spurt of semen that left her throat
coated.

"Goddamn!" exclaimed Lenny.  "I ain't felt that trick since I was in
the far east!  You gotta try it, Nick.  How about another fifty bucks
an' you do the kid that way?"

"Sure," Laquetta smiled up at him from her knees.

Just then she heard a beeping sound coming from her purse.  The pager!
She quickly rose to her feet and hurried over to it.  Standing naked,
the boy's cum dripping down her leg, Laquetta pulled the pager out.  She
picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"I gotta take this," she said apologetically.  "It'll just be a sec."

"Hello?" her master's voice answered the phone.

"Hello, sir," said Laquetta, the butterflies were loose in her stomach.

"Who's this?" asked her master.

"Uh...," she stammered.

Then it struck her.  Not only did she not know her master's name, but
he didn't know hers.  Embarrassed for the first time that day, she
glanced over at Lenny and Nick who were watching her intently.

"Your nigger, sir," said Laquetta finally.

"Ah, my nigger!" her master replied.  "You called right back.  Good
girl."

"Thank you, sir," she blushed.

"What are you doing?" he wanted to know.

"I'm... a... with customers...," Laquetta replied sheepishly.  "A man
an' his nephew..."

"Really?" her master responded.  "How did you serve them?"

Laquetta couldn't believe how humiliating his questions were with Lenny
and Nick right there listening.  All her professional bravado left her
when she spoke with her master.

"I just sucked the uncle off," Laquetta told him.  "The boy fucked me
earlier."

"Good girl," said her master.  "Put the uncle on the phone."

"Sir?" she asked puzzled.  "You want to talk to him?"

"That's right, girl," her master replied sternly.  "Do it.  Now."

"Yes, sir!" Laquetta told him.

She turned towards Lenny and held the phone out.

"He... a... my master... wants to talk to you," she said haltingly.

"Your master?" Lenny replied with a raised eyebrow, taking the phone.

"Hello?" said Lenny into the receiver.

He paused while Laquetta's master spoke.

"Uh huh...," Lenny replied.  "She is?"

A smile crept over Lenny's face while he listened.

"No shit!" said Lenny.

Lenny continued listening.

"She's great, buddy," Lenny was saying.  "Oh man, she did this thing
with her finger in my ass while she blew me.  Holy shit!  I came like
a cannon!  I was just gonna have her do my nephew that way.  It's the
kids birthday."

Lenny grinned and then laughed at Laquetta's master's response.

"The No Tell, room twenty seven," Lenny said into the phone.  "We'll
be here.  Wouldn't wanna miss this!  You wanna talk to her?"

The white man handed the phone back to Laquetta.

"Yes, sir?" said Laquetta into the receiver.

"You're doin' good, girl," he told her.  "Take care of the man's
nephew like he says.  I'll be by in a little while with a friend.
We'll make a real party of this."

"Yes, sir," Laquetta replied.  "Thank you, sir."

The line clicked and he was gone.  Laquetta hung up.  She turned back
towards Lenny and Nick.  She walked over to the young white man and
knelt at his feet.

"May I suck your cock, sir?" she asked submissively.  "I wanna serve
you like I did your uncle.  You'll like it, I promise."

The bulge in the boy's pants was obvious.  Laquetta was amazed at his
recuperative powers.  He'd already cum twice in less than an hour.

"Yeah!" replied Nick, quickly undoing his belt and letting his jeans
drop.

Laquetta took the young white man's cock in her mouth.  It quickly
swelled.  This time the boy didn't exhibit the same lack of control.
The black whore slurped and sucked, bobbing her head and Nick just
sighed and enjoyed the sensations.  She wrapped her hand around the
base of his dick and stroked him.  Then she worked her other hand
between his legs and gently rubbed his balls.

"Shit, that feels good..." he murmured.  "Ahhh..."

Her jaw beginning to ache, Laquetta decided it was time to end it.  She
pushed her hand back further and probed for the white boy's asshole.
She looked up into his face, his dick still in her mouth, to watch his
reaction as she found his anus with her finger.  Nick's eyes grew wide
as she found the spot just inside and pressed firmly.

"Oh!" exclaimed Nick with surprise as he ejaculated in Laquetta's mouth.
"Oh!  Fuck!  Ahhh..."

Nick's legs trembled while Laquetta sucked the cum out of him.  It
didn't take long until the white boy was drained.  He sat back on the
bed without even pulling his jeans back up.  The negro prostitute
looked up at him from her knees.

"You like?" she smiled.

"Oh, yeah...," replied Nick.

"Told you, kid," said Lenny.  "This girl knows her business all
right."

The knock at the door interrupted the conversation.  Lenny took the
lock off and opened it.  Laquetta, naked on her knees, looked over to
see who it was.  She was expecting her master and a friend.  She was
actually hoping it would be Wolfie from the bar.

But, it wasn't.  Her master stood in the doorway with a leash in his
hand.  On the end of the leash was creamy white dog.  Somewhat wolf
like in appearance, the dog looked like the kind used to pull sleds.
Her heart jumped into her throat.  Just what did he have in mind?

"Good afternoon," her master greeted them.  "I hope my nigger's been
keeping you amused.  This is King.  He's a good friend of mine.  Loves
niggers.  Especially if they've just been fucked.  Have you, girl?
Just been fucked, I mean."

"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta.  "I just sucked Nick's cock like you
wanted, too."

"Good girl," said her master, closing the door.  Turning to Nick, he
said, "Did she do a good job for you?"

"I never felt nothin' like that," Nick told him.  "I didn't know what
she was tryin' to do, but it was fantastic!  An', I'd already nutted
twice before that!"

"Twice!" exclaimed Laquetta's master.  "Ah, to be young."

Laquetta was watching King warily.  The husky dog looked at her much
like the bikers in the bar had done all those days ago.

"So, have you ever seen a nigger serve a dog before?" asked Laquetta's
master conversationally.  "It's a sight you won't soon forget."

"Are you serious?!" said Nick, wide eyed.

"Not me," Lenny chimed in, "but it sounds nasty.  And hot."

"It is hot," replied Laquetta's master.  "And I am serious."

Laquetta couldn't believe it.  But, at the same time she knew something
like this would happen as soon as she saw him with the dog.

"You're gonna make her... do stuff with the dog?" asked Nick.  "For
real?"

"I'm not gonna make her do anything," said the master.  "She knows it
will please me for her to serve King so she'll do it.  She'll ask him
if she can serve him and then she'll present herself to be mounted and
bitched.  Isn't that right, nigger?"

"Yes, sir," said Laquetta, swallowing hard.  "I ain't never done nothin'
like this before."

"Don't worry about it," replied her master.  "King is an experienced
dog.  He knows how to use a nigger.  Just bend over and show him your
holes.  Keep your legs straight and open so he can mount you and
penetrate you.  You may begin."

Laquetta looked up at the white men from her knees.  Her master, Lenny,
and Nick were all watching with looks of anticipation on their faces.
King looked her right in the eye, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Recalling her master's instructions she looked right into the dog's
face.

"May I serve you, sir?" she asked the dog.

King walked forward and licked her face.  Laquetta looked up at the men
again.  For the moment, in their eyes she was a prostitute.  A whore.
A woman who sold her body for money.  After this, she realized, she'd
be something else entirely.  They'd never look at her again without
remembering what she'd done.  Nevertheless, this was what her master
wanted.

Laquetta bent over onto all fours and pushed her ass in the air.  She
rested her face on the floor to better present her sex to her soon to
be canine lover.  Moments later, she could feel King's cold wet nose
at her crotch.  He took a few tentative licks.  She couldn't deny how
good it felt.  But, it was the most degrading thing she'd ever done.

"That's it, King," her master encouraged the dog.  "Get a good taste
of that nigger cunt."

The big black girl blushed with shame as King continued to lap away at
her pussy.  It did feel good.  Very good.  The dog's long tongue ran
over the length of her crotch.  She shuddered when it touched her
sensitive clit.

"Ohhh..." moaned Laquetta.

"Jesus, Lenny!" exclaimed Nick in a loud whisper.  "She likes it!  A
damn dog lickin' her cunt!  Damn!"

Humiliated, Laquetta blushed hard again at the boy's words.  But, she
remained in position, continuing making her self available to the
dog's tongue.

"Of course she does, kid," Laquetta's master responded.  "She's a dog of
sorts, too.  A nigger bitch.  King knows his own kind.  He knows how
to get a bitch ready for use."

The white husky continued licking the black woman's pussy for another
minute, driving her to the brink of orgasm.  Suddenly Laquetta felt
King's paws on her ass and then on her back.  His claws scratched her
flesh.  She could feel King's dick probing at her pussy.  Then he was
inside her.  A dog was fucking her.  She truly was a bitch.

King drove his cock into Laquetta's cunt and fucked her faster than
anything she'd ever experienced before.  The dog was like a relentless
machine.  Humping away at several strokes a second.  She could feel
the head of his canine cock swell inside her.  She knew this would not
end until he was finished with her.  The dog was in control of her.
The dog was her master.

Laquetta felt King's slobber drooling on her back, his claws scratching
her.  His tags jingling in her ear.  After a while he relaxed, but
didn't withdraw.  She remained locked in his grip, impaled on his
doggy dick.

"Holy shit," exclaimed Nick.  "I can't believe she let a dog fuck her!
Holy shit!"

"She served her master by serving his dog," explained Laquetta's master.
"She let the dog fuck her because it pleased me for her to do so.  She
knows what it means to be my nigger.  And now you've learned
something, too.  Happy birthday, kid."

"I saw shit like this in the far east, Nick," said Lenny.  "But it was
just for nasty, you know?  This was fuckin' intense...  Shit!  It's
late!  Your mom's gonna have my ass if you're not home soon.  I know
you know better 'n to tell anybody about this."

"Yeah, Lenny," agreed Nick.  "Mom would go ape shit if she knew."

"Let's go," Lenny suggested.  "Hey, thanks buddy.  That was fuckin'
incredible."

"No problem," said Laquetta's master.  "Glad you enjoyed the show.  See
ya round."

Lenny and Nick let themselves out and closed the door.  Laquetta hear a
motor start.  That and the sound of King panting in her ear.  His dog
breath made her nostril's flare.  A few minutes later, the dog
withdrew from her vagina and gave it a few licks before wandering off.
She looked up from her debased position at her master.

"On your knees, girl," the white man ordered, standing in front of
her.

Laquetta complied, still looking into his face.  He unbuckled his belt
and let his slacks drop.

"Suck me like you did them," he ordered.  "It sounded good."

"Yes, sir," replied Laquetta in a shaky voice.

She took her master's cock into her mouth and started sucking on it.
She stroked the base of his cock with one hand and caressed his balls
with the other.

Laquetta was still in a daze following what had just happened.  She'd
just been fucked by an animal.  She was an animal, too.  And her
master was now simply taking his turn using her.  Her pussy could
still feel the memory of King's dick and King's tongue.  So help her,
she longed to feel it again.

She could feel the tell tale signs of her master's impending orgasm
and quickly let go of his balls and probed for his anus.  She pushed
her finger into his asshole just as he grunted and ejaculated into her
mouth.  His cum mingled with the remnants of Lenny's and Nick's.
She'd never felt so thoroughly used.

"Good nigger," her master praised her, pulling his pants back up.
"That was great, girl.  You do know alot of tricks."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bank note and dropped it
on the floor.  She picked it up.  One hundred dollars.

"That should take care of the kid and me and still get you home," he
told her.

Picking up the leash, he led King to the door.  He paused for a moment
and pulled another bill out of his pocket and held it out for the dog
to take.

"Pay your bitch, King," he told the husky.

The dog took the money in his mouth and padded over to where Laquetta
was still kneeling, cum drooling off her chin.  She took the money
King offered her.  A slobbery wet ten dollar bill.  The dog's price
for the use of her pussy.

"What do you say, girl?" her master prompted her.

"Thank you, sir," Laquetta said to the dog.

"Let's go, King," said the white man, letting them out the door.

"I'll be in touch," he told her before closing the door.

Laquetta gathered her clothing and dressed.  I fucked a dog, she
thought, as she walked out to the curb to hail a cab.  I fucked a dog
for ten dollars.  A taxi pulled up and she got in.  She told the
driver her destination and wondered if he could tell what she'd done.
When they arrived at her high rise, she handed him the wet ten dollar
bill.

"Keep the change," she told him.

The taxi pulled away, leaving her standing in front of the building.
Before she entered it, she double checked the pager, to make sure it
was still on.



  
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