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Fatherly Guidance part 13 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)
***
A reunion with her estranged father results in something
unexpected.
***
I got mixed reactions from my "customers" about my new body
modifications. Some loved them, some didn't care for them and a
few it didn't matter. I saw myself as a freak and hated them.
The most popular piercing was on my tongue as it rubbed the
underside of their cocks when I sucked them.
Every time I got fucked I could hear the clinging sound of the
hoops banging against each other and reminding me they were
there. The bars on my nipples were replaced with big hoops once
they healed.
It took about 10 days before the tenderness completely wore off
and I didn't have discomfort from sex. The fisting resumed soon
after that and Ronnie liked the fact that he could put Christmas
bulb hooks on my hoops and hang things off of my pussy lips. He
found these small weights and ended up putting several on me and
had me walk around bow-legged with the six, eight ounce weights
swinging back and forth.
Sometimes he'd thread string through them and pull them opened as
wide as he could before I cried out. They looked gross and sick
but he loved them. Just having them in made my lips bigger and
the added weights began to stretch them grotesquely.
I continued spending Friday and Saturday nights "with Kayra" and
would stay out until 3 or 4 those nights fucking the bar crowds.
I started working by 9 am most days and stayed out there until I
had to be home. Friday and Saturdays I worked 18 hours straight
without much of a break and averaged 30 to 35 clients. Sundays I
only worked eight hours as that's all mom worked. A few times I
stayed late as I was "visiting Kayra". The rest of the days were
usually 15 hours long for me and usually 20 to 25 clients. That
didn't include the freebies I was giving out to anyone we were
bartering with.
We met James through a friend of Ronnie's and they became good
friends. He was a big black guy and also a pimp with three black
whores and one white one. I didn't know why they hit it off so
well, but they did. James really liked me and offered Ronnie
$10,000 to buy me. Ronnie was making a lot more than that off of
me and thankfully turned him down. They began sharing clients
and splitting the money and soon I was doing a lot of guys that
James set up.
For some reason guys seem to like two girls together and I began
going out with James' girls on a regular bases. At least twice a
week I'd do a girl-on-girl job with some loser. I didn't mind it
too much as there were two of us and only one guy so I didn't get
fucked the entire time. A few times I'd go to a party and meet a
lot of people, but most of the time I was flat on my back in some
dumpy motel room getting fucked.
Right after the New Year James kept talking to Ronnie about
something called the Super Bowl that would be in New Orleans.
"Everyone with a whore was heading there to make some big bucks,"
he told us. James was taking his four whores and suggested that
Ronnie take me. "They gots this warehouse that they use as a
whore house and there's a ton of money to be made," he claimed.
I could see Ronnie was interested as he continued talking. I
couldn't listen any longer as I was taking another john into the
other room.
I didn't really hear anything else about it until a few weeks
later when he was discussing it with Deek. Ronnie made the plan
to take me there Friday, using Kayra as a cover, and work me
there Friday night, all day Saturday and come home early Sunday
morning before mom went to work and she wouldn't even know I'd
gone. He planned on telling her that he had a business meeting
out of town that weekend and would be home early Sunday.
I was worried about leaving mom alone for so long as her due date
was February 5th and the Super Bowl was on the 3rd. Ronnie
didn't seem too concerned but then why would he? She was simply
a human incubator for his future whores.
The night before we left, we met with James to make plans. We'd
take Ronnie's truck so that we could leave when we needed to and
follow him there. When he started talking about this warehouse I
began to panic.
"It's this huge-ass building with two floors. The first floor is
where all the skanks, drug addicts and used up whores work. You
know the kind, the ones that give $5 blow jobs in alleys just to
get enough for another fix. If they're not fat and fugly,
they're old and wore out. You want to stay away from there. Its
low priced and the turn around is crazy." I was afraid to look
at Ronnie to see what his expression was.
"Then there's the second floor. That's where my girls will be.
A little more class, costs more so you don't get the losers as
much. The guys paying gets 15 minutes with the girls and they do
like 2 or 3 guys an hour when it's busy. They also got private
rooms you can rent for $500 a night. Anything goes there and you
set the rules. I think Debbie would be great in one of those.
You just strut her around a little when it's slow and the guys
will be lined up for her. She can take it easy and still make
big bucks."
It was time for me to get to work so we had to leave, but I never
stopped thinking about what James said. Driving to the motel I
knew I had to say something. "Ronnie, do you really want to
leave mom alone when it's so close for the baby?" I was hoping
that would at least make him think about it if nothing else. I
was hoping he'd change his mind and we wouldn't go at all. He
drove in silence until we got to the motel.
"It's only for a couple of days and you're mom will hardly know
we're gone," was all he said. I worked through the night with
nothing else on my mind except New Orleans. I'd been there once
about three years ago for Mardi Gras and that place was wild. I
could just imagine what it would be like for the Super Bowl.
****
As soon as mom left for work Ronnie and I were heading to meet
James before leaving. It was 1 PM when we started towards my
newest job in New Orleans. The trip took almost three hours and
I was nervous as hell the entire time. It was getting late and
Ronnie was anxious to get there and get started. We had to park
several blocks away from the warehouse as there was no parking
and walked the rest of the way. James' girls were wearing nice
clothes, sexy dresses and he took them to get their hair and
nails done before leaving. I was wearing a tube top, tight
spandex short with heels and hadn't had a chance to clean up
after spending most of the morning on my back being used as a cum
dumpster.
James wasn't lying when he said the place was huge. It almost
looked like they could have the football game inside there and
literally hundreds of men were standing in line waiting to get
in. The small double doors could only allow a few in at a time
and there was a $5 cover charge. The rest of the men were
inching towards the entrance.
"We go in on the side," James said when he saw us walking towards
the front. "That's the wrong entrance. Second floor is this
way." Ronnie stopped and I ran into the back of him. I had been
staring at the crowd of men and not really watching where I was
going.
"How do we get in this side?" Ronnie asked.
"Man, you don't wanna go in there. Not with Debbie."
Ronnie grabbed my arm and squeezed. I'd lost some weight from
all the physical exertions and drugs I'd been doing so his
fingers almost wrapped around it. "She wants to do this side,
don't you Debbie?" he said glaring down at me. I looked up at
him, then to the steadily growing crowd and then to James. I
knew better than to cross Ronnie. Looking towards the ground I
nodded. "See, told ya," he said jerking my arm and pulling me
towards the entrance.
I looked back to see James shaking his head and taking his girls
towards the side of the building. Ronnie was literally dragging
me behind him as he hurried towards the front of the line. Right
away all the guys turned and were staring at me. A few said lewd
things, some whistled but all watched me with lustful eyes.
It took us a while to make it to the door as the crowd got
thicker as we got closer. I was grabbed, groped, squeezed, had
my ass pinched or slapped and several times my tits were fondled
and that's before we even got inside! Someone rubbed their
crotch against me and just before the entrance; my free hand was
pulled down and placed on a hard cock. The guy actually had his
cock out right there in front of everyone!
We didn't have to pay the cover and the bouncer ushered us in
right away and directed us to some raised booth a few feet inside
the door. Once my eyes adjusted to the low light, I saw just as
many men inside that were outside. They reminded me of cattle
being led to slaughter as it was mostly standing room only but
more guys were coming in and pushing them from behind.
Ronnie talked to some fat guy wearing sunglasses and a pull over
shirt over the loud music and he called for someone to take me.
I was dragged through the crowd, experiencing the same treatment
of gropes and grabs as before with Ronnie in close pursuit.
"Most of the whores ain't here yet," the tall, skinny guy yelled
once we reached where we were going. There was a wall of sheets
suspended from the ceiling and resembled a giant maze. Even with
him right in my face and yelling, I could hardly hear him over
the music and crowd. "Only got 'bout a dozen right now. Should
have 'bout 50 more by the end of the night," he added. "I'm
Jason, I'll be your keeper. I got you the best spot," he said
with a big grin.
The best spot would be alone in my own bed and not in this crazy
whore-house. He pulled the curtain aside revealing a thin, dirty
mattress on the floor with a metal trash can next to it. There
were sheets on all sides and hardly enough room for the mattress
and trash can to fit. I looked up at him, then Ronnie and then
the crowd of leering pervs staring back at me. Ronnie gave me a
soft push and I went inside followed by Jason.
"Guys pay me $20 and I give them a condom. They come inside here
and must have a condom or they don't fuck. The condom is their
ticket to show they paid. Once they're done, they leave right
away and it's your job to make sure they do. They only get 10
minutes and any longer than that they'll have to pay twice. They
know this but sometimes try to get away with shit with a new
girl." He stopped talking and looked me up and down.
"You're not what we get 'round here. Girls like you are always
on the second floor. Are you sure you don't want to go up there?
It's hell down here for the old and ugly whores so I don't know
what will happen to you. I'll protect you, of course, but it
ain't gunna be easy, that's for sure." I looked at Ronnie one
last time hoping that he wouldn't make me do this. I've done
everything he's asked so far so this once, I was hoping he
wouldn't make me do this. No such luck.
Guys behind him were pushing forward, each trying to be the first
with me and it was actually frightening. Ronnie pushed them back
some and almost started a fight. "Show them the merchandise," he
said with a crooked smile. He was always equating my body with
merchandise as if I was a product or something. I guess in a way
I was.
Slowly I pulled the top off to a round of cheers from the men
close enough to see me. Next came my shorts, and of course with
no panties, the cheers grew louder. The men closest to the
sheets began pushing their way forward and Ronnie and Jason both
had to struggle to keep them in line. Jason used a radio to call
for security while several men were pushing their twenty dollar
bills towards him hoping to be the first.
"Get on the mattress!" Ronnie called out looking at me over his
shoulder. Security finally got there just as I was getting on my
back. Two very large men took over where Ronnie and Jason were
fighting to keep the men back. Jason took a twenty from one of
the men and handed him a condom from a large bag. He rushed in
quickly, fumbling with his pants to get them down. In his haste,
he dropped the condom three times before he finally got it on.
Seconds later he was inside me.
Looking over his shoulders I saw Jason sitting on a barstool with
the sheet propped opened, Ronnie standing like a sentry on the
opposite side of the opening watching and the two security guys
were standing next to each other blocking the access from
everyone else.
He came after about four minutes and was immediately replaced by
another. As soon as he rolled off of me, the second man was
rolling a condom on and kneeling between my legs.
The first guy wasn't even past the sheets to leave when his cock
slid into me. This went on for hours. Each one lasting five or
six minutes then moving aside for the next one. The crowd never
seemed to thin and the two guards were replaced by two more after
a while. Even Jason's shift ended and he had to leave but some
other guy took over his place. Ronnie left a few times but
always returned to "help protect me".
I had the feeling that they wouldn't care if I was a blow up doll
as long as they got their rocks off. A few of the men lasted
almost to the limit but not many. Most were done within five or
six minutes. There was less than a minute turn around so I
figured that I was doing about ten guys an hour. Even for me
that's a lot.
As the next guy mounted me I wondered if the other whores showed
up and if they were getting fucked like this or if this was
something special for me. Maybe the word spread about the pretty
young whore available and everyone wanted a piece of me. Maybe
there weren't any other whores and I was expected to fuck the
entire group of men. I laughed at that. Rachael would love
watching me right now. I'd come a long way since that first blow
job I gave. My thoughts were interrupted as this guy came and
suddenly pulled out of me. The next guy was leering down at me
while he rolled his condom on.
It was almost midnight before I was given my first break. I had
been fucking nonstop since before 5 that afternoon and estimated
that I'd fucked over 60 men during that time. Ronnie gave me a
soda and a sandwich on stale bread. He also gave me what I'd
been craving for most. My rock. Two actually and I practically
inhaled them both in about five minutes. Sitting there I didn't
want to look at Ronnie. I looked at the only place I could, the
trash can. There were several layers of used condoms haphazardly
tossed in there. Thankfully all that cum wasn't shot inside of
me or I'd be swimming in it by now.
"Time to get back to work," he said interrupting my 10 minute
break.
"I really gotta pee," I said standing on shaky legs.
"Use the trash can," the guy that replaced Jason said looking at
me like most men do. I looked at him and the men staring at me
and said 'what the hell'. Squatting and putting my ass over the
lip, I let it go, filling it enough to make a few of the condoms
float. Several of the guys cheered while I did that. I had
nothing to wipe myself with so I just flopped back on the dirty,
musky mattress and spread my legs. Let them fuck a dirty
pussy...
The men were relentless, never stopping or even slowing down. As
soon as one finished, another was right there to take his place.
Several more hours passed while the legion of men fucked me into
the mattress like a piece of garbage. I was numb, both
physically and mentally while they repeatedly thrust in and out
of me. I stared up at the dim bulb hanging several feet above my
head. It was a lone beacon in the otherwise dark room. I felt
the weight lifting off of me and quickly followed by another
faceless body thrusting into me.
"Hurry up!" I heard the guy on the stool call out to the guy on
top of me. He quickened his pace then stopped suddenly. Like
most of them I couldn't feel anything down there and I wondered
how they were able to get off if they couldn't feel me either.
He sat up and mumbled something then stuck his fingers inside my
pussy.
"Get moving," the guy yelled. "Others are waiting!"
"I lost the condom," he shouted back still digging around to find
it.
"Fuck it, don't worry, and just get your ass outta there!" He
was hardly out of the way when the next guy was pushing his cock
inside me. In an effort to get more fuck time, most of the guys
already had their cock out, condom on and stroking themselves to
stay hard. This took off most of the lube but I didn't really
need much.
Around 4 AM I was given another trash can pee break, black coffee
with a donut and another rock to smoke. Then it was back to
business. The warehouse was surprisingly empty with most of the
men gone and just a few milling about. There was still about two
dozen men standing in my line but most of the other "rooms" had
very few, if any, men waiting. By 6 o'clock I was finishing with
my last customer and sighed relief. It had been a long, hard
night.
I sat up and was immediately pushed back down. The guy that took
Jason's place was standing over me. "The help gets to pick which
girl they wanna fuck and I wanna fuck you," he said unbuckling
his pants. I laid back and opened my legs. No sense in fighting
him, just get it over with.
After him, the two security guys who guarded me as well as three
who didn't took their turn. Both bouncers at the door and some
other guy I didn't know went after them. Then Ronnie had his
turn. I was left there panting and trying to figure how I got
into this mess.
"There's a shower out back if you need it," the guy I didn't know
said. I pulled myself up and headed naked through the warehouse
out the back. The shower was actually a water hose and the water
was freezing cold. I dried off and went to find some place to
rest. It was almost 8 AM and I didn't know how much time I'd
have to sleep.
The only place I knew I could rest was the dirty mattress I'd
just spent over 14 hours fucking on so I headed for it. Ronnie
was sitting there eating a McDonald's breakfast and handed me a
sandwich and orange juice. "Eat up, you'll need to keep your
strength up," he said smiling. I wasn't very hungry but ate
anyways. Afterwards I went for a walk to stretch my legs and
look for a real bathroom. Spending that much time on you back
gets to you.
When I got back to the mattress, Ronnie was counting out money
with a huge grin on his face. "Eleven ninety," he called out
referring to the stack of money in his hand.
"Not bad for one night. Today you'll do a lot better though
'cause you'll have more time to work." I knew that the men were
paying $20 each and we got half of that but my mind wasn't
working enough to figure how many guys I'd fucked. Then it
dawned on me. "We" got $10 for each one so that was 119! Oh
shit, in one day... Then there were the freebies after that and
the seven guys from in the morning before we even came here and
Jimmy and Deek and oh my God.
"Well?" Ronnie called out breaking my thoughts.
"Huh? What did you say?"
"You having a good time?" he said with a smirk. I rolled my
eyes.
"Good morning sexy," I heard someone from behind me call out. I
turned to see Jason standing just inside the sheets. He sat next
to me and began rubbing my back. "I've been working here for a
while now and never once seen such a beautiful woman in here," he
said taking my hand and kissing the back. That made me feel a
little better, but considering what I'm doing, I couldn't feel
too good.
"You know, the house rule says I get to pick one of the girls
working to fuck, right?"
"Yea, I heard that some place," I said sarcastically.
"I really like you," he said leaning over to kiss me. "I missed
out on my free fuck yesterday so I'd like it now, okay?" I don't
know why but I looked over at Ronnie. I'm not sure if was to get
his permission or to see if it was okay. He said nothing but I
knew him so I twisted around to get on my back and spread my
legs. This is all I'm good for.
He wasted no time in getting undressed and was already hard.
Slipping a condom on, he mounted me without another word.
Staring up at the bulb, I thought of nothing but getting him off
so that I could get some sleep. Swaying my hips a little and
grunting a few times got him going and soon he was slamming hard
into me. I was still numb and didn't feel anything at all.
"Damn, she's still at it?" someone said from the opening in the
sheet. Struggling to see, I raised my head and noticed the two
security men from yesterday watching us.
"I'm gunna tear that shit up before they let them assholes in,"
one of them said. I didn't know their names but it really didn't
matter. Jason lasted about 10 minutes more before he stiffened
and stopped moving. Rolling over I saw one of the guards moving
closer, unzipping his pants. I stayed in my position as he laid
on me, crushing me under his bulk. I closed my eyes as he began
moving in and out.
"She's very pretty," I heard a woman's voice say and opened my
eyes to see next to Ronnie were two women. One was short and fat
with a large stomach hanging so far that you couldn't see her
pubes and had several rolls. Her tits were large and flat,
hanging almost to her navel. She had dyed blonde, stringy hair
and a wide nose. The other woman was just the opposite, standing
almost as tall as Ronnie and was rail-thin. She had hardly any
tits, had a long, pointed nose and brown oily hair. When she
smiled I could see she was missing several teeth and had a lot of
pimples everywhere.
The first guard was finishing up and moved over for the second
one and both women said how nice my body was. I felt good about
that even though it came from them. The next guard was rutting
inside me pounding me as if he's trying to get his cock to poke
out through my back.
"Okay, ladies, time to get back to your cages, they're about to
open the doors," someone said from the opened sheets. I glanced
at Ronnie.
"Not already, I haven't rested any," I pled.
"You're on you back all day, rest while you working," he said
walking out. The guard came and quickly rolled off me. I was
still panting and looking up at him. He extended his hand for me
and pulled me to my feet.
"Let's go show the guys what they're getting," he said winking.
He followed me out onto the floor and I saw the steady flow of
fresh men pouring into the building. The only women there right
now were me and the two I met a while ago. Shit.
"When do the other girls get here?" I asked the guard leading me
towards the group.
"Depends. Some come early, most after lunch others throughout
the day." I watched as stream continued as if a dam broke
sending in a flood of men, most of who were staring at me. The
three of us were paraded around the guys, some groped, and some
grabbed others felt free to fondle any place they pleased. Then
we headed back towards the sheets.
"You know you could be making twice what you're making here and
do half the work on the second floor," the guard said holding the
sheet open for me to enter. "Don't get me wrong, I couldn't fuck
you if you were up there, but I just thought someone like you
would rather be up there." I smiled not sure how to answer. I
couldn't tell him it wasn't my choice to even be here, let alone
be a first floor whore.
Jason took the first twenty dollar bill and handed the guy a
condom. I got on my back and parted my legs. It was about
twenty to nine in the morning and I was taking my first customer.
I had a feeling that today was going to be a very rough day for
me.
****
My first break didn't come until about 2:30 when I begged to go
pee. The guy's weight on top of me was pushing on my bladder
making it harder to hold. Ronnie handed me a bottle of water but
I rushed to the trash can to pee. I couldn't wait any longer. I
was sweaty, dehydrated, tired and so sore it literally burned as
the urine passed through my lips. I looked down and groaned.
The entire area was bruised, swollen, bright red and raw. It
reminded me of uncooked ground meat. I took the water Ronnie was
still holding out for me.
"How much longer?" I asked standing up and getting a looking out
at the multitude of men wondering around. It was midday Saturday
and business was at its peak.
"Not too much longer. Maybe about two or three we'll go. Beat
the traffic."
"It's almost three now," I said hopefully. He chuckled.
"Two or three in the morning." I groaned. Twelve more hours
before this hell will be over.
Ronnie handed me a piece of cold cheese pizza and a damp towel.
I was starving and swallowed the piece in less than a minute. I
was still chewing while I wiped off my sweat and that of the
countless men who fucked me.
"Slow down, you gotta chew that first," he said smiling. I
wasn't in a joking mood. I hadn't had any sleep in over 32 hours
and I was cranky as hell. He pulled out my pipe and two rocks
and I felt better already. I could tell Jason was getting antsy
about me not working and kept tapping his foot on the leg of the
stool. I didn't care and finished both rocks before getting back
on the mattress. My next customer quickly climbed on top of me.
He wasn't unusually large, but it hurt as if he was huge. I
looked up at the bulb while he thrust in and out.
Soon he was done and another faceless cock got on and began
pounding me like a sailor out on shore leave. It didn't seem to
bother any of the men that I had been fucking nonstop for almost
twenty-four hours and that I might be a little sore. They paid
their twenty dollars and were determined to get as much for their
money as possible.
I watched as he dropped the spent condom into the trash can and
didn't even bother looking up as the next guy pushed himself
inside of me. I kept my head turned to the side until he
finished and the next one got on. He must have been really long
because he was hitting places deep inside that most guys never
come close to. Over and over he thrust hard and deep into me
bruising the very bottom of my uterus.
Fortunately he didn't last more than six minutes and rolled off
to make room for the next guy. I stared up at the bulb as he
moved back and forth on me, holding my shoulders like a handle
bar.
As the night progressed I must have blacked out or passed out or
zoned out because I have times where I don't remember what
happened. I remember one guy being on me and the next thing I
know it's someone else and I don't remember if there was any in
between. It wasn't just once or twice but several times.
Ronnie gave me another break about 8 o'clock and two more rocks
to keep my energy up but I was still exhausted. I was averaging
about eight customers every hour with no end in sight. I resumed
working about 8:15 and kept telling myself just six more hours,
just six more hours...
I didn't see Ronnie any more after that. Sometimes he'd walk
away but always returned within 20 or 30 minutes. After about 9
PM, I didn't see him anymore and figured he was probably watching
from some place else or was taking a nap. Like me he hadn't
slept since we got there.
The next guy getting on me broke my thoughts and reality set in
again. I looked up at the light as he began moving back and
forth. Several minutes pasted with him thrusting inside me
before he stiffened and came, rolling away to make room for the
next customer. He dropped the used condom in the trash and
disappeared into the mass of bodies waiting to use me beyond the
curtains.
Midnight came and went but there was no Ronnie. There were
plenty of men still waiting though. Like a well oiled machine,
the men kept coming and going, keeping an even flow and steady
rhythm. One would come and quickly move aside to make room for
the next one waiting. It must have been a guy thing about not
keeping a comrade waiting for his pleasure.
Before I knew it, it was 3 AM and I was more than ready to go.
Jason left about 10 and the new guy was still sitting there
collecting money and handing out condoms. Once the guy fucking
me came, I stood on shaky legs and approached him.
"Where's Ronnie?" I asked having to hold on to him to keep from
falling. My legs seemed like they didn't want to work. I'd been
off them so long and had them spread opened so long that they had
no strength.
"Who?"
"The guy I was with,"
"Honey, you've been with a lotta guys, which one are you talking
about?"
"My pimp," I blurted out, finally admitting that he was in fact
my pimp. There's no other word for it. He's my father and my
pimp.
"I dunno, haven't seen him since I've been here. Maybe he left."
"No, I don't think he'd leave and not take me with him."
"I've seen it happen before. A pimp gets tired of his ho and cut
'er loose."
The guy who had just paid was holding his opened condom and was
pulling on me, trying to get me back to the mattress. I sighed
and told him I needed to pee first and squatted over the trash.
Most of the condoms in there were floating in a swamp of pee and
cum and it reeked. Not once had it been empties since I started.
I joined him on the mattress and spread my legs. He was inside
me in one thrust and thrusting like mad. He only lasted about
four minutes and rolled off of me so that the next guy could fuck
me. A couple of hours later the steady flow began to dwindle and
there was actually almost a full minute between the guys starting
around 5 AM. The place closes the doors at 2 AM and only the
people already inside are allowed to remain. By six o'clock
everyone except the employees was gone.
Now it was time for the help to get their free pussy and I was
the chosen one. Every guy that fucked me I asked about Ronnie
but none seemed to know. At 7:30 I went out back to hose off and
try to get back a little dignity. Jason came in at 8 and was all
smiles. He'd get to fuck me "first" that day and wasted no time
dropping his jeans. He climbed on me and pushed himself in. I
couldn't feel him at all.
"Do you know what happened to Ronnie?" I asked him between
grunts.
"Who's Ronnie?"
"My pimp."
"Oh, that guy you came with?" I nodded. "He left last night.
Wanted me to tell you something about a baby and to ride home
with someone."
"WHAT?! When did he tell you this?"
"I dunno. Before I left. I got off at 10 so before that."
"And you didn't think to tell me this sooner?"
"I guess I forgot. Now shut up so I can cum!"
I was furious at him. He waited 10 hours after Ronnie told him
something like that before his told me? He was thrusting harder
and grunting. My legs were up with my ankles over his shoulders
as he pumped harder into my sore womanhood. His cock felt like
sandpaper inside of me. I cried out as he quickened his pace
before shooting his load inside me. Since I started, one guy
lost his condom in me, three or four condoms broke and about a
dozen guys never bothered to put one. Jason and another guard
didn't use one and hosed my insides off. It was kind of a
welcomed relief as I was incredibly sore.
Once he finished and got off, I rolled off of the mattress and
looked for my clothes. I had to find James and have him take me
home, or at least out of this shit hole. I knew he had tickets
to the game and I wouldn't mind waiting in his car until it was
time to go, as long as I was out of this place. They were no
where to be found so I grabbed a dirty towel off the floor and
headed towards the entrance. One of the guards stopped me
wanting his fuck but I said I had to do something first and
walked past him.
It was about twenty after eight when I pushed the handle on the
exit door, swinging it wide. The bright sun hit me right in the
face blinding me for a moment. Right away I noticed the crowd
gathering. The doors don't open until 9 AM but there were
already about 25 guys waiting to get in. Not even 8:30 and
they're already standing in line! Jesus Christ people, get a
fuckin' life!
The small towel hardly covered me and I had to hold it in the
front as they didn't come together. I could feel the breeze
blowing against my aching pussy and knew that it wasn't covered
much, if at all. The guys began to cheer and shout to me as I
hurried around the side of the building. The only way to the
second floor was the stairs around the side. The outer door was
locked so I banged on it until some opened it.
The guard looked me up and down and then smiled. "Another girl
is here," he said moving aside. I rushed in looking for James to
no avail. Up there the "rooms" are bigger and were separated by
partitions and not sheets. They had actual beds with
regular-sized mattresses and not the army cot rejects I'd spent
the last two days fucking on. I saw three women, about a dozen
guys and four bouncers/guards, but no James. I asked everyone I
saw if they knew where James had gone.
I was saddened to learn that he had left about three hours
earlier and I didn't know his cell number. Borrowing someone's
phone, I called Ronnie and got his voice mail. I called Deek and
when he answered, I said he didn't know James' number and I asked
him to get a message to Ronnie that I was still in New Orleans
and to come and get me. I hung up not having a good feeling
about this.
One of the new guards thought I was working there and wanted to
"try out the new girl but I brushed him off and rushed out
running into some guy waiting to be let in. The towel kept
slipping off as I took the steps two at a time wanting to get out
of there as soon as possible. I had no money, didn't know where
I was, knew no one there and couldn't find my clothes. Bottom
line, I was screwed big time.
A couple of the guards wanted to try out the new girl and I knew
I had to get out of there or they'd start fucking me too. I
rushed past them and flew down the stairs, grasping the small
towel as I ran.
The first floor door was locked and the crowd had grown to about
40 by this time. Cornered against the door, they began moving in
on me and grabbing and groping everywhere they could. I
struggled to keep the towel but lost the battle and was naked
before them. Someone suggested the drag me to the back and
everyone could have a free fuck.
I panicked thinking that I was about to be gang raped and pounded
on the door once more. For some reason I can't explain, I had a
fleeting thought about what Ronnie had told me once. Even with
everything that I'd been through and all the shit going on right
then and there, I remembered what he told me about whores not
able to be raped. Someone grabbed me and I was lifted off my
feet.
Just then the door swung opened and two of the bouncers appeared.
The guy holding me put me down and the guards ushered me in. I
felt relief, but for how long? The towel was outside and I was
butt naked and being lead back to the filthy mattress I had been
royally fucked on for the past two days.
It had been a long time since I had my rocks and I was anxious
and shaking. Jason noticed and said something about it. "I saw
your pimp giving you crack. You needing it now?" he asked
looking down at me huddled in the corner. I nodded my head. He
left and returned with three rocks and a pipe but no lighter. He
held it out between his fingers and I reached for it. "Before
you get this," he said shaking it, "You gotta suck this," he
added rubbing his crotch.
I no longer cared and crawled over to him, unzipping his jeans.
He had just fucked me about 30 minutes earlier but he got hard
quickly. I sucked him like a desperate whore, which in a way I
guess I was. He loved that I could deep throat him and kept
rubbing my neck when his cock was down my throat. He came just
as the doors were opened and the guys began flooding in.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I looked at the group
heading straight for me. "How many girls are here right now?" I
asked not taking my eyes off the men.
"Just you doll face. Sunday mornings is usually pretty slow so
we usually don't get many guys 'til later."
"You got to be kidding. Look at all those guys; I can't fuck
them all by myself!"
"I ain't seen no problem yet. You been going like the Energizer
Bunny all night," he said with a smirk. I don't think it would
have mattered much if there was another 20 girls here, the guys
all saw me outside and I'm sure they'd prefer me to the other
women I'd seen the last few days. James was right. They really
scrape the bottom of the barrel to find the whores to work this
floor.
The guy who picked me up outside attempting to drag me around
back was the first in line handing out his money and not taking
his eyes off of me. I cringed as I laid back and opened my legs.
This isn't what I had in mind to be doing today. As the first
guy of the new day entered me, I thought of my mother and my new
baby sister.
-end of part 13-
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