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I love reading and writing dialogue. From Jack London and Ernest Hemmingway,
to William Faulkner, Elmore Leonard and Eudora Welty and a list comprising
many, many others.
To me, dialogue places one IN the scene. Often times, when dialogue is
extremely well written, I can HEAR the characters talking to me. And so I've
tried to emulate these writers by attempting a special piece consisting of
almost all dialogue. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, this story is about a black
pimp being interviewed by a young lady from the local newspaper.
You guys be the judges: How'd I do? How can I improve this work?
Paris
Old Joke:
Drunk to Bartender:
"Do you know the song, 'Why don't my dog bark when you come around?'"
Without cracking a smile the bartender replied, "No, but I know 'I never
harmed an Onion, so why should they make me cry?'"
Diamondmouth
By Paris Waterman
Copyright 1999
Ah wus hangin' in Silvey's Pool Emporium, ovah on Seven Street, witch is
usual fo me 'bout fo in duh pm, jus killin' time 'fore muh bidness hours
kicked in; 'en in duh mood fer sum stimulatin' conversation, when dis skinny
white bitch presented herself tuh me.
"Hello, Mr. Liston? Err, the bartender pointed you out to me. I'm Margaret
Haynes, from the Newark Star Ledger."
Normally I'da kicked dis 'porter's scrawny white ass out duh place 'en been
dun wit her. But like ah already said, ah wus in duh mood fer sum
conversation 'en mosta duh assholes here got a better grip on dare cue
sticks den dey'd ever had on dare dicks, never min' dare brains, so ah
decided tuh listen tuh her pitch. 'En pitch she did. Bitch wasn't up dare
wit Satchel, but wen she finish wit me ah'd rank her wit Newcombe, Big Don
Newcombe at least. Way she 'ventually butter me up for duh fass ball 'en
catch me wit a slow curve. Heh, heh, purdy good, purdy good.
Anyways, ah finish muh Dewar's 'en water 'en give her muh complete
attention. Ah got a lotta attention tuh give. Ah'm maybe 6' 3" an sum 230
pounds. Not tuh many know ah woik out at Gold's maybe three-four time a
week. Assholes think ah'm born wit duh muscle. Anyway, it helps wen ah gotta
calm a situation down.
"Hanes, like in ho's?" Ah asked, refectin' some indifference to her person,
whilst undressing her wit muh eyes. Purdy face, no unsightly blemishes, 'en
not tuh much make-up. Nice perky lil' tits, a small, soft lookin'
ass---nuthin' like Zelda's or Norreen's, but dey be plenty 'a mutts wantin'
tuh rub against it, give dem half'a chance-- which ah won't.
"Ummm, no. Haynes, as in H-a-y-n-e-s. I'm a reporter with
the …"
"Ah read duh paper," Ah said gruffly. "Wut duh hell yuh want?"
Now dat make her a little nervous. Dat's where ah want her. Doan wanna scare
duh shit outta her, jus give her a nervous tickle. Ah like muh bitches like
dat. Bitches ain't nervous 'round yuh, dey likely tuh figure yuh out, 'cause
dey always analyzin' 'en shit like dat. Dey got dese photographic memories
wut play back every damn word yuh say tuh dem, two---three weeks 'fore. Ah
find dat irritatin'.
"I … err … I'm working on a feature story … err … on prostitutes and …"
"Why yuh asking me 'bout sum ho's? Ask duh ho's. Dey tell yuh 'bout duh
biggest cock dey evah see. Dey tell yuh 'bout VD. Oh, 'scuse me, STD. Heh,
heh, heh."
"No, no you don't understand …"
"Ah unnerstan. Answer muh question."
"Well, the fact of the matter is … err, how can I put this plainly?"
She talkin' tuh herself now, so ah try's tuh help her.
"Sumbody give yuh muh name?"
Bitch be grateful tuh me now 'en nods vigorously, 'en says, "Yes, yes that's
exactly it. I … I'm told that you are a man of a … certain influence. A man
…who knows a great deal about the workings of prostitution…."
"Ah knows dem ho's woan work if yuh doan put a size twelve up dare ass evey
hour on duh hour."
Now the bitch is staring at me. Maybe ah shocked her. Cain't read her eyes
so good yet. Ah give her a minute, she still gapin' at me.
She used her time up, so's ah said, "Gowan bitch, talk at me," ah said, not
unkindly, jus wanna get her going again, yuh know?
"Well … in my story … err, I won't use your name by the way.
I … err …"
Ah let her consult wit her notes 'cause ah know 'porters need tuh have notes
so's dey can quote yuh correctly later on.
"Well, your cooperation would be very much appreciated Mr. Liston. Oh, and
I'll pay you for your services."
"Like a ho?" Ah shouted in her face. Bitch almost fall outta duh chair.
"No, no, no, no. I'm asking you as one who is an authority on whores."
"How much green we talkin' 'bout?" Ah asked reasonably, 'en changin'
direction jus tuh keep her off balance.
"Err. One hundred dollars?"
Ah moved muh thumb across duh fust two fingers of muh right hand. Jus under
her nose, 'en watched duh bitch flinch, like ah'm 'bout tuh smack her or
somethin'.
"The highest I can go is four hundred dollars," she blurted, 'en beads of
pursperation come up on her brow 'en upper lip.
"Good," ah said. "Now we kin converse."
Bitch relaxed a little hearing dat, but ah figured ah'd get muh money up
front 'en held out muh hand.
Bitch reached inner purse 'en pulled a roll out 'en counted fo hundred inner
muh paw. She had 'bout fo'ty bucks left 'en ah let her keep it.
"Okay, now wut?" Ah asked.
Bitch took out a 'corder, 'en crossed her legs, witch pulled dat dress
snugger den it wus. 'En ah could make out dem long legs--which wus purdy
good wun's at dat. Ah kept lookin' at 'em until she finally turned duh
'corder on, sayin' "August 22, 1999, this is Margaret Haynes of the Star
Ledger. I'm sitting with
Mr. Liston …."
"Hiatus Liston," ah said, inner'uptin' her.
"Yes, thank you Mr. Liston." She be wipin' her face wit dis lil' hanky as
she say dis, "I'm with Mr. Hiatus Liston. We're in a billiards establishment
here in downtown Newark. Mr. Liston is reputed to be a … procurer of
feminine services and as such …"
"Scuse me," ah said, 'en ah paused fo a moment 'fore going on. "Ah believe
muh job title is Pimp, not procurer, or whatevah yuh call it."
"Err, yes, thank you Mr. Liston. Mr. Liston is … a pimp, and as such he
provides women to various customers who pay him for their sexual favors."
Ah looked over at 'Tator, duh bartender, who's shakin' his head, warning me
'bout somethin'. Ah excused muhself fo a moment 'en amble over tuh "Tator.
"Whas up?" Ah ask.
"Yuh doan wanna admit to bein' no pimp. Law read dat story, dey get on yuh
ass real quick."
Ah pondered dis fo a moment, nodded to 'Tator 'en slid a twenty acrost the
bar. He palmed it 'en ah walked muh walk back to duh bitch.
"Les' change duh rules a little, Miz Haynes."
"What? I don't understand?"
"Jes erase duh tape. We start again."
Ah reached over 'en took duh tape, rewound it, 'en hit the 'cord button
'fore handin' it back tuh her 'en we started over.
"August 22, 1999, this is Margaret Haynes of the Star Ledger.
I'm with Mr. Hiatus Liston. We're in a billiards establishment here in
downtown Newark. Mr. Liston is reputed to be a …"
Ah put muh big paw on her hand 'en said so's duh recorder could hear, "Ah's
reputed tuh know a thing or two 'bout pimping 'en hookers, or ho's whatevah,
yuh wants tuh call dem."
"Well . . . yes. Err, Mr. Liston how would you like to begin?"
Bitch had dis helpless look on'er face. Not dat ah cared any. But ah wanted
duh conversation, 'en owed her a story 'cause 'o dat, so ah decided tuh make
wun up. Ah changed duh names so as tuh protect duh innocent. Heh, heh, heh.
"Okay, Miz Haynes, here goes: Ah learned how tuh control women from Johnny
Diamondmouth, who be duh king'a duh pimp's maybe twenty years ago, wen ah
wus jus a growin' boy."
"Johnny Diamondmouth wasn't jus 'a womanizer like most duh other dudes on
duh street, no way. Dare wus sometin' special 'bout him. Oh, yeah, sometin'
special."
Bitch startin' tuh relax now, engrossed in duh tellin' as it were.
"Evah since ah knowed him, Diamondmouth wus skinny as a trout, weak-eyed 'en
weak-chinned, wit a snaggle 'o teeth dat almos' never seen 'a toothbrush,
but dey wus lined wit diamonds stead'a fillings. Johnny Diamondmouth chewed
maybe twelve packs 'o Juicy Fruit a day, jus tuh keep his breath sweet. He
hadda line 'o red pimples on his neck where his collar sawed at him,
'specially inn'er summer. 'Nother thing 'bout Diamondmouth, he wore a tie
winter and summer."
"Diamondmouth had a special stool reserved fo him over Lemon Dick's's Bar &
Grill, from which he run his stable 'o high-assed high-yellers 'en simperin'
runaway white bitches."
Ah looked at duh bitch 'en smiled. "Course Lemon Dick's gone now. Shit! Both
him 'en duh bar. Hell, they all long gone, long gone," ah added wistfully.
"Anyway's, wun fine day, fo me at least, Diamondmouth shared a bit 'o carnal
'en criminal knowledge wit me tuh pass duh time 'o day. Kinda wut ah'm
doin' wit yuh right here 'en now."
'En ah smiled muh smiliest at her. 'En she gifted me wit a smile 'o her own.
Ah watched as her dainty hand kinda glided acrost her upper leg.
"Diamondmouth," ah continued, "not only made muh dick hard," ah paused tuh
reflect tuh moment, smiled at her 'en put muh hand on'er leg. Bitch tensed
up, but didn't move. 'Cept her eyes took a quick peek at muh dick, which wus
all but pokin' outta muh pants. Ah liked dat. Tole me we wus makin' all
kinda progress 'en dis here conversation. Ah left muh hand where it wus 'en
continued.
"But he teach me sum things ah live muh life by. Rules, ah guess yuh'd call
dem. Yeah, rules."
Ah called out tuh Tator tuh bring me 'nother drink 'en tuh give her duh
same. She didn't say no.
"Diamondmouth," ah said, "how yuh get all dem women tuh fuck fo yuh? How
come dey doan leave yuh wit out givin' yuh duh time 'o day?"
Bitch is listenin' hard now, even wit duh 'corder runnin'. Ah ease muh hand
a little higher on her leg and continue.
"Diamondmouth would say, 'It's all how's yuh treat dem. Dey all of dem
different. Dey all of dem duh same.'"
Ah'm lookin' duh bitch right inner eye, 'en say, "Ah find dat puzzlin'
Diamondmouth, could yuh 'splain it better?"
"Sure, yuh go 'round tryin' tuh power a strange cunt in'ta doin' dis or
datyuh grab her by duh hair 'en knock her against the
wallwhat yuh got's a bitch yellin' rape on yuh. Runnin' down duh
avenue lookin' tuh throw herself inn'er arms of duh first cop or pimp ready
tuh defend her, yuh unnerstan'?"
Bitch wus noddin' her head like Diamondmouth wus whisperin' tuh her. She dis
innerested in muh shit, ah figure ah'll venture a lil' closer to her pussy.
See wut she do.
Ah leaned closer tuh her 'en turned down muh volume. "He'd say, 'You got tuh
do like wit'a cat.'"
"What's that?" she say tuh me.
Before ah answer ah let's muh finger trace crost her pussy, lightly, like.
Bitch knows ah'm dare all right. Doan show nothin', takes a sip 'o her drink
'en jus wait fo me tuh continue.
"He say, 'First ignore her. Let her come tuh yuh. Den yuh feed her duh sweet
cream 'en peaches. Yuh play like yuh doan even see she's got legs and
tits.'"
"Now, wen yuh feed her duh cream, doan be stingy. Pour it on. If she got
ugly ears, yuh say yuh never seen such pretty seashells, how duh light
shines through 'em. She got a honker like a bugle, yuh tell her handsome
noses wus very prized by Roman emperors 'en French kings, pointin' out dat
Madame Bovary 'en duh great Trojan queen Helen both had noses duh prow any
ship be proud tuh wear."
"If she got no tits, tell duh bitch she's a lady born outta her time,
quality from duh twenties come tuh grace dis sorry age wit her lovely
figure. Yuh hear wut ah'm tellin' yuh?"
"Err . . . yes. Yes I do Mr. Liston."
"En den duh bitch push dat pussy 'o hers inn'ta muh finger. Ah'm not
surprised. Ah'm never surprised wit wut a bitch will do. Ah expect anything.
Dey ingenious wen it come to fuckin' up a man's mind.
Ah slip muh fingers under her pussy so's dey be more comfortable 'en use muh
thumb on her. She smiles at me, 'en says, "Please continue Mr. Liston."
"Ah ask Diamondmouth, 'Suppose the bitch knows wut she's got ain't much 'en
says yuh full 'a shit?"'
"Wut yuh expect duh bitch tuh say?" Diamondmouth say tuh me, bringin' his
face real close tuh mine. "'less she's a sorry fool, so . . . so wut yuh do,
yuh eat it. Yuh eat it 'en make like it's tasty. Yuh act shy 'en humble
inn'er face of such misguided self-abnegation."
"Self what?" bitch says tuh me.
"Abnegation. Yuh duh bitch, doan yuh know duh words?" 'En ah emphasize dis
by jabbin' muh finger against her pussy.
"Bitch turnin' red on me now, says, "Could we continue this somewhere more
private?"
Ah smiled at her, give her a good look at muh gold teeth 'en asked 'Tator fo
duh keys tuh duh back room. Ah took her arm as we ambled on back, 'en her
titty jounced against muh arm, every step 'o duh way.
Now, duh back room ain't much. Couple chairs 'en a pool table or two, a card
table 'en a chest holdin' towels 'en stuff fo the bar. "En some 'o my stuff
fo special occasions like dis.
Ah closed duh door behind me 'en put muh hands on'er hips. Bitch had her
eyes closed, waitin' for a kiss. Instead, ah lifted her dress up tuh her
waist. Her underwear told me a lot 'bout her.
Wasn't fancy, jus plain cotton. Dat meant she didn't 'spect to get laid
here. Duh wet spot fronting her pussy told me she wus 'spectin' to get laid
now tho. Course duh bitch ask fo duh back room, 'en dat confirmed she wanted
tuh get laid. 'En tuh her credit, she didn't make no pretenses 'bout it
either.
She was kinda light, ah'd a thought she'd be heavier as ah lifted her up 'en
set her down on'er table 'en knelt before her alter.
"En ah said, "tuh tell duh truth ah doan know wut misguided self-abnegation
meant den or now. It doan matter none wen things get serious."
Ah used muh trigger finger tuh pull her underwear tuh one side 'en leaned in
close tuh lick her pussy sum.
"Ohhhh, Mr. Liston," she say. No time at all, her hand on muh head, kinda
guiding me along, ah doan need no guidance, but ah let her have her way fo
duh moment. Bitch pushed dat pussy in tuh muh face 'en held it dare. Ah doan
mind, fact is, ah started playin' her puss like a violin. Wilma teach me
dat, long time ago. Wilma's lessons used tuh last all day 'en all night. Ah
wus one tired mother headed home from Wilma's. No damn spring in muh step
dose times. Wilma have me 'en muh dick draggin'. Ah leaned over duh bitch
'en rested muh weight on muh elbows, muh face only inches from her pussy. Ah
pursed muh lips 'en blew muh sweetest breath on'er pussy, fanning duh thick
hair dare, enjoyin' duh smell perkolatin' off her warm sexy skin. Ah turned
'en stroked duh creamy white skin 'o her thigh wit duh wet tip 'o muh
tongue.
Bitch gasped, like all duh air rushed out'er her lungs. Ah turned muh head
duh other way 'en trailed muh tongue up her leg, starting jus above duh knee
'en stoppin' 'bout a inch short 'o her pussy. Muh nose brushed against
coarse pussy hair 'en ah heard duh bitch give a short sigh. She be holdin'
her legs apart wit both hands, tuh help me along.
Ah kept goin' using dem short strokes, lickin' all'a way up duh top 'o her
thigh tuh duh little crease where it join her hip. Muh tongue followed it
like a salmon swimmin' up duh river—only ah'm goin' down, down, goin' down
'til ah reach pussy hair. Den ah turn muh head 'en repeats duh move on duh
other side. Duh bitch purrin' like a Rolls Royce comin' out duh garage, ah
should know, ah got two.
Ah slid muh hands under her ass, 'en lifted 'en shifted her hips 'til she
jus right for feastin'. Ah delved through her pussy hair 'en lick duh tiny
patch 'o skin 'tween duh bitch's pussy and her tiny, puckered asshole. Bitch
tensed up on me. Ah solved dat by drawin'duh tip 'o muh tongue slowly up wun
side her pussy, 'en tracin' 'long duh thickenin' outer lip, den ah went back
tuh duh bottom 'en traced up duh other lip. Bitch's hips be jerkin'—Bitch
jerked up, down 'en sideways, 'en she moanin', "Yes, yes, yes, yes. That's
the place, yessssssss."
Now duh bitch startin' tuh feel it. Oh yeah. Ah looks up and sees her eyes
be shut 'en she's squeezin' dose titties like deys oranges on'ner way tuh
the juicer. Ah wipes muh mouth on muh arm--she makin' plenty 'o juice now,
'en woik a couple fingers inner 'tuh search fo duh spot. Black Betty showed
me where dat wus, or duh whereabouts anyways. Ah found it 'en she flopped
back on duh table so's ah could lick her without getting' up, but muh
fingers wus still movin' 'en so wus she. Damn ah had tuh wonder how long'd
it'd been since ah seen a bitch have a real orgasm, cause muh bitches be
lying tuh me 'bout dat shit all duh time.
Anyways, ah let her shudder 'en shake 'til it passed, 'en she calmed sum.
Den ah asked if she wanna see muh snake. Bitch gave me duh purtiest smile
'en licked her lips as she nodded up 'en down.
Her eyes never left muh groin. Ah took forever wit muh zipper, tantalizin'
the bitch. She had wun hand puttin' pressure on her pussy 'en duh other wus
around her mouth jus 'bout duh time ah opened muh fly. Ah watched her eyes
bug out as ah reeled muh hose out. (Ah'm 'bout twelve inches long and more
than six inches thick.) Bitch reached wit both hands 'en grabbed hold 'o me.
Ah stood up 'en made it easy fo her to reach wit her mouth. En she did.
Ah looked down as duh bitch slobbered over muh dick. Bitch's havin' trouble
figurin' wut tuh do first. Wun thing ah liked tho, wus duh way her hair fell
forward around her face so dat at times all ah could see wus muh black dick
disappearing into her mouth, witch wus stretched purdy far. Ah jerked her
hair back, cause ah wanted tuh see her eyes. Bitch looked like a blind girl
way her eyes stared glassily down duh length of muh dick. But her cheeks wus
hollowin' and fillin' mechanically as she sucked.
"Hmmmm, bitch, yuh ain't bad," ah tole her. "Keep suckin' 'en ah'll keep
talkin'.
"Les' see now, Diamondmouth be talkin' 'bout misguided self-abnegation,
remember?" Bitch nods her head, she's grindin' her pussy against muh knee.
"Never mind," Diamondmouth says, "We talkin' cunt, not vocabulary. Wut yuh
do wit tuh bitch is yuh shake yo head in shocked dismay, yuh twist 'en turn
'en pour it on. Slop it in dare by tuh bucket." 'En he struts 'round like
duh Preacherman 'fore duh collection, stops . . . come up real close tuh muh
face 'en says, "Fo it is written, 'Dare ain't no pussy alive dat will not
twitch wen dey is properly stoked.' Also remember, 'Excess ain't tuh be
feared as long as duh eye is sincere.'"
Bitch be woikin' hard on muh dick, slurpin 'en suckin' tuh beat duh band,
so's ah continues wit muh story.
"Ah asked Diamondmouth, 'Suppose she ain't ugly, but's tuh purdiest thing
yuh evah see'd?'"
"Den tuh opposite applies. Feed her vinegar. Mention dat she's got a
droopy eyelidtuh badbut maybe it's better she shouldn't be
perfect after all. Say duh little scar on her lip gives her face a certain
character." Diamondmouth hit me on muh shoulder, tuh emphasize his words.
"Go easy here, yuh unnerstan'? Plenty vinegar, but jus a dab of cream tuh
keep her sweet."
"Why not give her candy right off?" Ah asked him.
"Cause she gets all duh goddamn candy she wants from every asshole trying
tuh get inn'er pants. After her tongue be stingin' from wut yuh give her,
jus a tiny candy drop from yuh is worth more den a ten pound box from any
other dude. Yuh unnerstan' dese tactics?"
"Ah'm learnin, Diamondmouth," ah said wit duh greatest respect.
Ah stopped muh talkin' 'en pull muh dick outta her mouth wit a loud pop, 'en
tole her tuh bend over duh table cause ah wanted tuh put it tuh her. She wus
quick tuh respond, even spreadin' her cheeks apart, showin' her pussy tuh
good advantage. Ah wondered if she practiced dat wun front 'o a mirror.
Bitch gripped muh dick 'en wus gonna put it inner wen ah stopped her.
"Ah do muh own fuckin' bitch, yuh doan mind."
"What? Oh, sure. I'm ready . . . just drive it in. Fuck me good now,
err…please Mr. Liston."
Ah did ease in nice 'en deep, but at a slow pace, jus duh way ah prefers tuh
fuck. 'En since she wus nice'n tight, ah used a easy stroke tuh begin wit,
figurin' tuh save duh best fo last.
"Now Diamondmouth be tellin' me," ah continued while ah poked her, "Next
thingget tuh bitch outta her clothes. Every wun of 'em wants tuh
get outta dare clothes. Dey jus need a reason."
Ah laugh at duh bitch squigglin' under me 'en say, "Yuh notice yuh still got
yuh clothes on Miz Haynes?"
"Huh?" she says, her hand very busy diddlin' her pussy whilst ah'm moseying
in an out.
So ah repeat muh self.
"Oh . . . yes. Yes I do don't I?" 'En she hump dat fine ass back at me 'en
say, "I can remove these things if you want me too Mr. Liston, but I'd
rather continue. This is . . . err, very good."
Bitch's voice go up couple octaves wen ah pulled all the way out 'en jus lay
the head back in. But wen ah drove it on home, dat's wen she sang real
opera.
Ah jus tell her, "No, yuh fine. Keep shakin' dat ass. Yuh doing fine jus
like yuh doing. Ah jus want yuh tuh see yuh as easy tuh fuck as wun 'o dem
girls getting' off duh bus down at duh terminal."
She moaned a little wit dat kinda talk.
"Mmmmmmm easy?"
"But tight baby. Nice 'en tight. Ah feel dem walls 'o yours grazin' muh
dick. Do yuh?"
"Ohhhh, yes, yes, Mr. Liston. You're larger than I imagined a cock could be.
You fill me …I …I can't wait for you to come. You'll probably force it out
of me and make a great big mess. But don't worry, I'll clean it up. Yes …
Ohhhh, yes … please do that again …. Ohhhhhh, Mr. Liston, I'm getting close
… please,
please … ugh …ugh …ugh …ohhhh, God yesssssss! Go …go on with … a … about
Diamondmouth."
"Bitch," ah say, doan go crazy on me now, ah'm gonna pull muh dick out so's
yuh can kiss it fo a while. Yuh gonna like dat, but yuh gonna feel empty wen
ah pulls out … here ah go."
Bitch did all right, jus a long sigh 'fore swallowing muh dick again. She
gives good head, 'en she's tight, ah like that inna woman.
So's ah continue muh story fo her edification.
"So ah asks Diamondmouth, 'So what do ah do?'"
"Learn to give massage," he say.
"Huh?" Ah said, cause ah'm sure surprised wit dis information he impart tuh
me.
"Did yuh hear me bitch?" Ah asked Miz Haynes, pullin' her hair back so's she
can see muh eyes.
Quick like, she pull me outta her mouth 'en say, "Yes, yes, massage … give
the girl a massage." 'en jus as quick she gobble muh dick again, jus
flickin' 'en ticklin' duh underside wit dat tongue 'o hers.
"Right, yuh catchin' on bitch. Where wus ah? Yeah, 'en ole Diamondmouth held
his hands up like a surgeon putting on his latex gloves 'en tell me, 'Dese
magic fingers has plucked more cherries den duh trees got apples 'en
Washington State.'"
"Ah's quick to flatter him 'en says, Oh, yes yuh has Diamondmouth, yuh sure
has."
He ignore me, 'en say, "Say duh bitch's a secretary 'en tells yuh dat
evening, while havin' a drink at the bar, 'Oh, dear, muh tailbone hurts from
tuh much sittin.'" "Yuh say, 'Ah got jus duh thing fo dat.'"
"Or, suppose she's a salesgirl 'en she say, 'Lord a mercy, how muh poor feet
ache.' Yuh smile 'en show her yuh hands 'en say, 'Muh mother, may she rest
in peace, used tuh say ah had magic hands wen ah rubbed her feet at duh end
'o a hard day.'"
"So yuh stoke dem a little, 'en den yuh say deep massage woiks even better,
if only she'd take her blouse out 'o duh waistband of her skirt. If only
she'd take off her panty hose."
Ah stop muh story fo a minute. "Here, bitch," ah say tuh her, "les' change
positions. 'En ah lay down on'na pool table 'en had her climb up 'en squat
over muh dick, facin' me. "Put it back in," ah tole her." As she lowered
herself on'ta muh pole, her eyes kinda rolled back in her head--all's ah
could make out wus duh whites. 'En she start makin' dis keening sound,
lettin' me know her train comin' inn'er station. Ah let her do duh movin' fo
duh moment. Duh juices jus gushin' out'ta her pussy, 'en ah lean forward and
take holt'a her tittie 'en chew on dat strawberry tip through her dress tuh
kinda help her along. Heh, heh, heh, like ah doan like suckin' a little
tittie muhself.
Ah let her finish her ride on muh pony 'en calm some 'fore asking if ah
should continue wit Diamondmouth.
"Oh . . . please do. I think I can get off again with the story Mr. Liston.
You tell it so well. Err, how would you like me positioned?"
"Evah took it up duh ass?"
"Well . . . yes, but it wasn't a pleasant experience and I'd rather not
spoil today's fun with anything that painful."
"Ah dunno. Look tuh me like yuh got a fine ass fo fuckin."
"Do you really think so? You're not just saying that to have your way are
you?"
"No, ah mean it. Yo ass jus right for takin' a big ole dick like mine. Ah
shit yuh not, Miz Haynes.
"It won't hurt?"
"Jus a tad. Kinda like wen yuh lost yuh cherry. Remember dat?"
"That didn't hurt at all. This is much different."
"No sugar," ah say, softly strokin' her mind, "it ain't different. Dare's a
little hurt at duh beginning. But we could woik 'round dat by lettin' yuh be
in control. See ah'll grease yuh up, 'en yuh push yo ass onn'er muh dick. If
it hurt yuh can stop. See …yuh in control?"
Now, duh bitch got her hand wrapped 'round muh dick, 'en ah know she ain't
'bout tuh let go. She right fond of it at duh moment.
"Jus a sec, Miz Haynes," 'en ah reach in duh cabinet next tuh us for duh KY
jelly. (Muh girls use duh pool table here every once inn'a while.) "Now let
go'a muh dick for a sec whilst ah slop dis KY on'er."
Her eyes grew bigger as she realized muh dick wus gonna be like a genuine
rotor-rooter churnin' up her shit canal. Ah laved some KY inn'er ass tuh
lube it up fo me 'en stood back, admirin' muh handiwork. Muh dick stood
straight out, painfully hard, jus bobbing slightly. Bitch stared at muh dick
'en den up at me, she be pantin' wit excitement 'en dare be a light sheen 'o
sweat coverin' her face 'en neck.
Den her arms come up 'en 'round muh shoulders, 'en she bringin' her mouth to
mine. So's we kiss fo a while. Ah doan mind a bit. Ah like tuh kiss. Bitch
commence tuh moan now, her tongue be dancin' a tango in dere, 'en ah loves
tuh dance. Finally ah break it off. Enough's enough, but tuh reward her fo
bein' so nice, ah moved down tuh her pussy 'en breathe in dat purdy smell
all bitches get wen dey heated up. Oh, dey all smell kinda different, but
den again, dey all smells duh same. Ah licked duh creamy skin along her
thigh wit duh tip 'o muh tongue 'en feel her tremble. Dat tells me duh bitch
is almost ready fo muh dick, so's ah woik muh stickie finger slowly into her
asshole 'en woik it 'round 'en 'round. Ah suck a lil' pussy whilst ah in duh
vicinity, 'en gradually lick muh way over tuh her ass hole. Bitch tensin' on
me again. Ah rims her hole, 'en she lets out dis shrill screech, dat woulda
bring duh police if Tator not runnin' duh bar out front. Ah whispers tuh
her, "Doan yuh like dat?"
Bitch whimperin' now, says, "Ohhhhh my God, Mr. Liston, that felt so
delicious … so wonderful … please do it again. I won't scream, I promise …
and I'll let you fuck my ass. I will, I will, please do it some more."
"Certainly, Miss Haynes, ah sure hope yuh enjoys dis, here goes."
As ah commenced to giving duh bitch a special rim job, I noticed she
spreading her legs wider, 'en wider. Dat's a very good sign ah'm gonna get
me some fine ass. Ah got muh tongue inner jus a lil' 'en bring muh fingers
play. Dare wus some trouble getting muh second finger inner, but she didn't
cry out or nuthin' so ah jus kept on stretchin' dat hole lil' by lil.' Ah
lubed her a bit more 'en eased duh fingers in a lil' deeper, now she
pantin' faster 'en faster, ah figure she almost ready, but ah'm in no hurry
here, cause dis take time tuh do proper. After all, ah wants her tuh like
it, 'en ask me tuh do her again next time we fuckin.'
Mr. Liston … that feels … ohhhhhhhh! I thought sure it'd hurt, but this is …
mmmmmmmm, sooooo good."
"Okay, Miz Haynes, yuh purdy much ready. Now yuh grab holt 'o dat table leg
dere 'en lift yuh ass up a bit. Dat's good. Dat's very good. Ah'm jus gonna
put muh dick at yuh entrance, 'en tap against it like. Yuh job is tuh push
back against me 'en bring muh dick inside. Unnerstand?"
"Yes … but, I'm apprehensive. Are you sure this won't be painful?"
"Yuh gonna be the judge o dat now. Remember yuh push as hard as yuh wants.
If it hurts some ease off. We not gonna rush dis. It's slow 'en easy.
Understand?"
"Mmmmmmmmmm, okay."
Ah continued playin' wit her pussy, witch wus purdy slippery, 'til ah
figured she ready for the first try. Ah spread her cheeks apart, 'en tapped
the head 'o muh dick against her puckered hole. Bitch be waitin' fo me 'en
push back against me, but ah slipped off tuh duh side 'en had tuh ready fo a
second time. Dis time ah pushed at duh same time she did 'en gained entry
tuh duh tightest lil' asshole ah evah did fuck.
She groan a little, but wen ah didn't push any further, she back intuh me
again. Ah held it dare fo a minute or two, 'til she relaxin' a lil' den ah
push some more. Bitch be ready 'en push hard. Ah figure she can't be hurtin'
tuh much 'en move muh dick in another half inch 'fore she cries out, "No,
no, no, stop!"
Ah wait, den ah pull out 'en relube. Dis time ah gain another inch or so,'en
ah can feel her muscles squeezin' muh dick, so's ah ask her if she knows how
far ah got tuh go.
"Not too much more, Ohhhhhh, it hurts, but not like I thought it would. But
it doesn't feel that good either. Ah stayed put fo a minute or so, den duh
bitch start tuh relax, 'en ah tole her ah wus goin' fo duh gold, 'en slammed
forward jus as she push back 'en ah wus in dare. Bitch wus cryin' now from
duh pain, 'en ah felt bad about dat 'en said so. Ah drew muh dick out 'en
lubed it up again.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Gonna do it right, bitch. Gonna do it right," 'en ah eased it back inn'er
dis time ah could feel duh ass ring givin' a lil' 'en ah pulled out again
'en started in again. She began tuh moan---a good soundin' moan 'bout duh
fo'th time ah buried it inn'er.
Now duh bitch hollerin' "Ohhhhh yes! Ohhhhhh yes! 'en she fingerin' her
pussy faster den Johnny B. Goode.
"Fuck me!" she screamin, "Fuck me!"
Ah start slamin' it tuh her. Duh only sounds in duh room is both a us
gaspin' fo breath 'en muh balls slappin against her pussy.
"Here ah come bitch," ah yell out muhself. "Here ah come!
Oh God, just a little more, just a little more …. Ohhhhhhhhhhh, shit! Oh
shit! Oh shit! I'mmmm cummmmmming! I'm cummmmmmming! Oh God, Oh God, Oh god!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Soooo good! Oh God this is … sooo good! Never… ever… ever …
Thought … I could come like this! Ohhhhhhhh, sweet man …. You
Sweet, sweet man. Can I suck your cock? Can you fuck me again?
Can you eat me again? Ohhhhh you sweet sweet man, God can you fuck!
As she sayin' dis shit, she be tossin' that firm ass 'o hers dis way 'en
dat, dem muscles woikin' better den any 'o muh girls, jus milkin' me as she
come 'en come 'en come 'fore she fall forward 'en muh dick left her wit a
soft lil' pop.
Ah got us some towels 'en wipe her off, den ah took care 'o muhself.
It's almost time fo muh girls tuh be arrivin' fo woik, 'en ah don't wanna be
late fo dat, but ah got sis one tuh consider as well.
"Miz Haynes?" Ah ask softly.
"Ohhhhh, yes Mr. Liston?"
"Want me tuh finish duh story 'o Diamondmouth?"
"Mmmmmmmm, yes. I'll sit here for a moment before getting dressed if you
don't mind. I … I 've never felt anything quite like I feel right now. You
were unbelievable Mr. Liston. Unbelievable.
She staggered over tuh duh pool table 'en leaned against it while ah tried
tuh recall where ah left off.
"I believe you'd interrupted Mr. Diamondmouth, Mr. Liston."
"Yuh right, thank yuh kindly. "En resumed muh tellin'.
Ah made duh mistake 'o inner'uptin' Diamondmouth 'en said: "So's yuh baby
dem, 'en drip honey in dere ear. So's yuh fuck dem, 'en tell 'em how good it
was."
"Wrong," he say 'en smacked me inner face. Normally ah'd pull muh shive on a
mother did dat, but ah wanted tuh hear duh end o his story."
"Yuh tell dm how good it was in a way that says it wasn't very good at all.
Fair, maybe. So-so. Put her on her mettle now, you . . ."
"What metal?"
"Never mind," Diamondmouth says, "She wants to be a winner, even with poor
ungrateful you. So she practically begs you for an encore. You let her try
again, and you act a little disgusted. Then you slap her when she comes at
you for more. That's the tricky part. Some run away then. But just as
many are glad for it. Glad they're being punished for being such a stupid,
dirty, careless creature, givin' it away to you when good-lookin' guys are
willin' to marry them just to get it."
"You unnerstan' what's happening? Everythingthe sweet and the
bitter, the kind and the meancomes from one man, you. You got
everything she needs. Cunt is lazy creatures, don' you forget. They got
lots of ambition, but very little drive. Remember that and you can't go
wrong."
"En dat's wut Diamondmouth wus kind enough tuh share wit me back den."
"Well does it work?" She say, shruggin' inta her dress, 'en shimmyin' it
down ovah her hips.
"I mean have you had an opportunity to see if what Diamondmouth told you
stands up under testing?"
"It woiks all right. "En den sum."
"En den dare's duh money."
"Money?"
"Fo sure. How much yuh make down duh paper?"
"Six hundred dollars a week, less taxes." Bitch be smoothin' her dress down,
getting duh wrinkles out.
"Muh girls make dat inna night, Miz Haynes. Inna average night."
"Six hundred … or more?" Bitch straighten up quick like, 'en get dis weird
expression onn'er face.
"Sum nights a thousand or more."
"A thousand …? Her mouth drop open 'en stay dat way.
"En dey enjoyin' demselves, mosta duh time. Yuh kin ask 'en yuh want, dey be
here in a couple minutes. But ah warn yuh, they be bitches wen dey lay eyes
on yuh. Jealous pussy, hissing 'en all. Kin yuh stand up tuh dem?"
"Of course I can. I've had some training in martial arts."
"Err … Miz Haynes?"
"Yes Mr. Liston?"
"Yuh gonna finish dat article fo duh Star Ledger?"
"If you want me too. But I thought perhaps you might prefer me working for
you. That is provided you spend more time with me, teaching me more about
this profession I seem to be entering."
"'O course, Miz Haynes. We kin have lesson number two later after we follow
duh girls 'en yuh watch 'em do their thing."
"Mr. Liston?"
"Yes Miz Haynes?"
"Two things. Please call me bitch from now on."
"Okay … bitch. "En the second thing?"
"What's the most money any of your girls made in a night?"
Please let me know if you enjoyed Diamondmouth. the_panda@hotmail.com
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