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DOORJAM
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She was a little ways up from the rest. That
was the one he wanted.
"No, get her." He pointed. "Call her over
here."
The ugly one in his window stood up and
called to her. He didn't catch the name, but
he watched her walk through the headlights
to his car. She was a tall one. Great body,
legs forever. She was split way high. He
growled like a cat to himself.
"You a cop?" She was even hot up close.
She had pretty eyes beneath the mascara, and
full, curvaceous lips.
"Nope."
"Fifty gets you head, another fifty gets you
more."
"Get in."
She crossed back in front of his car. Wow.
Blond, cute face, tight butt, stacked. He
looked forward to this one. He could tell she
liked him too. At least he wasn't some ugly
black guy or wino trick that she probably
usually got stuck with. He followed the
length of her leg in the dim domelight as she
hopped in and slammed the door. The yellow
miniskirt didn't hide much as she sat.
He threw it into drive. "What's your name,
sweetie?"
"Jerri. And yours?"
"You can call me Carl. How are you doing
tonight, sugar?"
"We'll find out, huh?" The hooker chuckled
low and sensuous. "Rental car, Carl?"
"Hell yeah! You think I would buy a piece of
shit like this?" They pulled back on the main
boulevard where he saw the string of motels
just a block away. "You sure are foxy for a
hooker, Jerri. I can't wait to fuck you."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I've had gutter sluts like you before,
but you're a lot better than most of them.
Can't see how you pretty ones fall into this
racket. Why you ain't fucking the daylights
out of some rich guy instead." He put on his
turn signal. "But you will tonight. Over and
over."
"Don't go into this one!" she started. "Don't
go into any of these! The cops have been
sitting on all of them this week. Keep going!
Keep going!"
"OK, baby, OK. Gees."
"There's a place coming up pretty soon. I'll
tell you where."
"All right, darling, calm down. You're going
to make it worth my while anyways, aren't
you?"
"Uh, yes."
"Sure you will. Baby's gonna suck my cock,
suck it real good. I bet you're good at
sucking cocks. Right? Aren't you?"
"Mm-hm."
"Yeah, I bet you're a good little cockwhore,
aren't you? Good at hard sucking. Sucking,
and getting them ready. All wet and cummy
and ready to fuck. That's what you like,
right?"
"Yeah, baby."
"Yeah, you're gonna make me all hard, then
I'll fuck you, put it to your pussy, real slow.
The way you like it. Until we both cum. I'll
take you with me, baby. I'll fuck you good.
Right, baby?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Say 'I can't wait to fuck you.' Say it."
"I can't wait to fuck you."
"Say 'I need my pussy fucked.'"
"I need my pussy fucked."
"Again. Say it."
"I need my pussy fucked."
"Good. Say 'Please lick my sloppy pussy.'"
"Please lick my sloppy pussy."
"And I will, too. I love eating pussy, and if
you fuck good, I'll eat you out, even if you
are a whore. Where the hell is this place
anyway?"
"Make a right up here." They turned. "It's
at the light."
"Good. Cockwhore. Slut. Cunt."
"Mmmm," she moaned.
"Soon, baby."
"Soon, baby."
He blew the light and pulled into the motel
across the intersection. It was small, and
only a little rattier than the other ones. He
pulled in at an angle, taking three spaces.
"Hang tight, honey."
An old scumbag was watching a black-and-
white TV in the dark behind the caged
window.
"I want something for four hours."
"Twenty-five," the geezer droned. His eyes
never moved away from the blue glow of the
late show.
Carl pushed the cash through the hole above
the counter, careful to hold the bills beneath
his palm until the dullard dropped the key
upon the counter, then snapped it up and
bounded out of the office.
She was waiting outside the car, smoothing
her skirt. Nice set of cans, the way they
filled her halter-top, and their shape in the
glare and shadow of the stoplight. He made
straight for the room and nodded her over.
The click of her heels was right behind him
when he reached the door. In the dark he
fumbled to fit the key in the lock. Her hand
reached around and tugged at his fly. They
growled dirty laughs. By the time he got the
damned thing open, his pants were at his
knees.
He stumbled inside. She followed, and in the
time he turned to shut the door, she had his
jockeys down his legs.
"Get out of these," she breathily ordered.
"Get them off!" She was wrenching at his
pants like a madwoman. She almost knocked
him off balance while he bent to pull off his
shoes. His pants were pulled away, and he
stood facing the door in only his shirt and
socks.
A hand squeezed against his bare ass. "Play
with yourself," she hissed. Suddenly, he was
slammed into the door. A sharp object
pressed at the soft spot beneath his ear.
"Do it! Jerk off for me, motherfucker."
Then just as he was about to spin and nail
the broad, the knife flicked expertly at his
earlobe. He shouted in shock and pain. The
point returned ominously to his throat.
"Do it!" she spat. His shoulder grew warmer.
"Both hands." A red trickle rolled down the
front of his shirt. "Go on."
"Look, I don't want no hassle," he stammered
and looked straight ahead. "How about if I
give you the cash right now? I'll give you
double. I'm not looking for any . . ."
"No need to be nervous, honey." The knife
pressed threateningly. "You can play in
front of your gutterslut, right?"
"Uh, right."
"Mm-hm. Get busy, then, hotstuff."
Although he felt like peeing, he reached down
with trembling hands. He planted his head on
the door because he thought he might pass
out. He steadied one hand by firmly grasping
the base of his still-erect cock. The other
hand took his swollen head in its palm and
began furiously pumping. He wanted to get
this over with.
The tip was wet with pre-cum, and fluid
leaked into his hand and was spread all along
the length of his shaft. She immediately
heard the sloppy sounds of masturbation.
"That's good. Keep going, pig."
He rubbed harder and faster. It was difficult
to concentrate. The knife pushed insistently
behind his ear. He closed his eyes. He
couldn't see his dick beneath his hanging
shirttails, anyway.
"Come on, jerk it off, studboy. You are a
studboy, aren't you? Aren't you?"
"Yes," he whimpered.
He clenched his eyes shut, and kept pulling
on himself, until, yes, he could feel it. His
ass cheeks tightened as he felt the cum
stirring within him. That familiar feeling--the
warm jism was floodng into a reservoir
beneath his cock--it had never brought so
much relief to him as it did now. A little
further.
"Let's go, pig, you're starting to bore me!"
A few hard squeezes, and he could feel the
sperm rise through his cock. His hips bucked
back as the cum reached his head, then shot
through his fingers.
"Good slut," she cooed contemptuously. "Yes,
very good."
He reflexively milked his penis, until the first
few hard shots gave way to a sticky dribbling
on his fingers. His body fell limp on the
door, his cheek pressed squarely against it.
"Down!" She kicked the back of his knees in.
He weakly sank to the floor. His face rested
on the cum-dripping door. "Now, lick it. All
of it. Lick it off."
He paused, then languidly turned to the door
and dipped his tongue to the fluid running
down the dirty, peeling door. It was cold
and slimy against the door, and he traced its
path down slowly. He tasted it, until his
tongue was swimming in greasy saltiness, but
mostly he mopped the stuff with his face and
hair, fighting the urge to wretch.
"All of it, that's right."
He bent as he neared the bottom. Suddenly,
a sharp pain, and white light. He reeled
over, clutching his head in a fetal ball,
rocking spasmodically in shock. Blood
trickled through the fingers, and also ran
down the edge of the open door, still shaking
from the blow. She was gone, his pants and
wallet were gone, everything was gone.
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DOORJAM
PleaseCain
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