======== Path: news.alt.net!news1.alt.net!su-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!howland.erols.net!netnews.com!news2.euro.net!xs4all!basement.replay.com!not-for-mail From: nobody@REPLAY.COM (Anonymous) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: repost: nightmare hood 2/3 (MF, Inter, nc, wife) Date: 31 Jul 1997 07:37:22 +0200 Organization: Replay and Company UnLimited Lines: 657 Message-ID: <5rp8ai$t7p@basement.replay.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: basement.replay.com Content-Type: text/plain X-XS4ALL-Date: Thu, 31 Jul 1997 07:37:24 MET DST X-001: Replay may or may not approve of the content of this posting X-002: Report misuse of this automated service to <abuse@replay.com> X-URL: http://www.replay.com/remailer/ Hood Nightmare Part 2 Scott watched Beth walked down the sidewalk to the shabby brick home one block down from the avenue. He had rented a room in the cockroach infested hotel across from where she had been hooking all evening. He watched carefully as she jumped into parked cars and emerged ten or fifteen minutes later. He watched for an opportunity to pick her up and drive off, but it was too risky. Lamar was always within sight of her wherever she went. Scott watched as Lamar made another drug deal from his white corvette parked in the hotel lot. He figured Lamar had a permanent room at the hotel because no one came out to complain about him parking there, and he had watched a number of the hookers working the street, including his Beth, step into the hotel room with a customer, only to emerge half an hour later. He had been observing his wife's actions for two days now. He was still waiting for his chance. Still afraid to make his move. He had determined her routine though. She emerged from the crack house a block away early in the evening with Lamar. He made her work the street in front of the hotel, giving blow jobs in cars and sessions in Lamar's hotel room until a few hours after night fall. Scott started drinking to endure the hatred he felt for Lamar. He had watched his wife pair up with 17 men already tonight, all of them black. Now Beth was heading back to the crack house at Lamar's command. He would follow within a few minutes. The street in front of the house would start filling with cars and by midnight, the whole street would be lined with cars. Scott drank another beer quickly and stood up. Beth had just stepped into the house. He had taken the week off from work, saying her needed time to grieve for his lost wife. He had still not mentioned to anyone that Beth was still alive. During that time he had let his goatee grow out, and he had his ear pierced. He looked in the mirror and shook his head. If his fellow lawyers at the office saw him now he would be finished. He dressed like the street hoods did, hoping he would be able to walk into the crack house looking like he belonged. He stared a moment at his trimmed hair and ruffled it up some more. He had not seen a single white man in this neighborhood. He had seen two white women, but they had been whores. He stepped out of the room for the first time in over a day. He quickly climbed into the old car he had bought. At least it fit into the neighborhood well, with mag rims and rusted out doors. He started the old car up and pulled into the avenue. He drove down the avenue then back up. He spotted the woman he had figured would be his best bet and pulled up beside her. "What'll it's be buddy?" the bleached blond white girl said to him as he rolled down his window. Scott forced a smile and pulled the cigarette from his mouth. "blow job? How much?" He grumbled shyly. Mad at himself for not being more forceful even after drinking half the case. "Normally, fifteen, but Lamar won't let me blow you for less than fifty!" Said the tired looking woman apologetically. "Why?" Scott said worried. He had only brought three hundred dollars and knew he would need most of it at the crack house. "Come on boy. You's a honkey! White boy in this neighborhood gotta have money if he's comin this far into the hood!" The woman chuckled. "I'll give ya thirty, I aint got no money. I gotta buy some crack still." Scott said hoping to gain her trust. He wondered how such a pretty young girl could go so bad. She even had the accent of the hood. "ok. Hold on, I gotta check with Lamar." Said the girl as she skipped across the street and into the motel parking lot. She leaned over and stuck her head into the window of the corvette. She poked her head out a moment later and skipped back to his car. "Lamar says fifty, but we can use the motel room. That's the best he's gonna do boy. Come on!" She said forcing a laugh from her mouth. Scott watched her run back across the road, then he followed her in his old car. He pulled up right beside Lamar's Vette and parked. He swallowed hard, hoping the gangster didn't recognize him from the night of the beating. The hooker stood before the door to the room chewing bubble gum and showing off her legs. "Come on, clocks ticking lover boy!" Scott flicked out his cigarette and forced a emotionless face. He climbed out of the car and followed the girl into the room. It was like he expected, a room just like the one he was staying in, except this room smelled of cheap perfume, had make up boxes near the mirror, a small pile of sheets on the chair, and a box of cheap condoms on the night stand. "Sit down honey. get ready for the best blow job of your life." The hooker took the gum from her mouth and pressed it onto the table. Scott sat down and took a deep breath, hoping he could get it up and maintain his identity a bit longer. "what's your name?" Scott said hoping to get her talking. "you can call me candy baby, cause I'm so sweet!" The girl giggled almost on cue. Scott felt her unzip his fly and pull his cock out. She pulled a condom out of nowhere and expertly unrolled it on his semi-erect cock. "take a deep breath and get ready for heaven!" She giggled as she dropped her mouth down to his cock. He clinched the side of the chair as she sucked his cock into her mouth with force. She sucked him with immense vacuum until his cock was firm in her mouth, then she started to stroke it with her hand and lick it with her tongue. Scott immediately realized her cock sucking talent. Scott remembered why he was here and opened his eyes up. "God your pretty, how old are you?" Scott gasped out in between her expert tugs on his cock. "as old as you want me to be baby." Candy gasped as she plunged her mouth down on his cock and sucked him in deep. She pulled her mouth off with a pop and stroked him in her hand as she smiled up at him. "How old? You don't look like the other hookers around here." Scott groaned out as she stroked his cock faster. "I'm 22 baby, and you ask too many questions. A white boy got enough trouble being in this hood without asking questions." The girl said with a look of warning on her face. "I'm sorry, it's just that you look sweet enough to take home. Why don't you find some guy and settle down." Scott groaned as she squeezed his prick in her hands. He felt her stop stroking him and stare up at him. He could see he had broken the girl loose from her role. "look mister. You see this?" She said and turned her arm so he could see the big black scorpion tattooed on her upper forearm. Scott nodded. "I'm a scorpion, part of Lamar's gang. There ain't no leavin the hood. Once you in, you in till your heart stops. And my heart aint about to stop beatin no time soon. I'm gonna do whatever it takes!" then the girl dropped her mouth back around his cock and sucked him firm again. Scott waited until she seemed to have calmed down a bit. He was getting ready to ask another probing question when she raised her head. She had started to cry and tears where running from her eyes. "I didn't use to be like this." The girl cried. Scott heard her voice change from the African hood tone to standard English. "I was going to be a school teacher. I have two years of college already. I'm serious!" The girl whimpered faintly thinking Scott was about to walk away. Instead he sat there and put his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I don't know why I came here. But this is what I do now. I got a baby boy to support. Lamar's boy. That ain't wrong is it?" The girl whimpered and rested her head on his thigh. "No, you gotta do what you gotta do." Scott assured her. She twisted her wrist to see her watch, then her head sprang up. "I'm sorry mister, we only got a couple minutes left. Come on" She moaned as she wiped the tears from her cheek. "Fuck my face, cum in my mouth baby!" She moaned as her African accent returned. She wrapped her mouth around Scott's cock and began throat fucking him madly. Scott felt his cock erupt instinctively within minutes. The girl held her mouth on his cock until he was spent, then she carefully pulled the wet rubber from his cock and dropped it into the trash container. "Fifty bucks home boy." The girl said business like as she stood up and rushed to the mirror. Scott pulled the money from his wallet as she quickly made her face in front of the mirror. "Where can I get some crack round here?" Scott asked softly as he handed the girl the money. She took his money, opened the door and waved him on. There was a black hooker and her black customer waiting outside the door. Scott followed her to Lamar's Vette. "here baby, the boy want's some blow, you know where he can get some?" Candy cooed into Lamar's ear as she handed him the fifty Scott had just paid her. Lamar covertly stuffed the money into his shirt and looked up at Scott menacingly. Scott waited for him to pull out a gun and finish him right there. Lamar whispered something into Candy's ear and she shook her head. "No, he's clean baby, I checked him out." "Come on honkey, I get you your blow, jump in!" Lamar commanded deeply. Scott stepped around the vette and opened the door. He sat down in the seat and looked at the man who had ruined his life. He did not recognize Scott for anyone other than a dumb honkey. "How much you lookin to buy?" Lamar asked as he put the car in reverse and pulled back swiftly. Scott pulled out two hundred dollars and flashed it to Lamar. Lamar smiled and pulled away. "Why you come to the hood for blow? I got dealers in the burbs sellin the stuff." "Not in my hood." Scott said as throaty as he could. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, hoping to disguise his voice some more. "My hood's clean, I might even be lookin to buy a quantity if you know what I'm mean." "You thinkin bout dealin?" Lamar chuckled. He had white dealers in the burbs but he thought they where all stupid. He overcharged them for the crack, and they came back for more every time. "I could sell a lot of blow man. Need a supplier though." Scott said. "Well, we'll see honkey." Lamar chuckled as he pulled up in front of his house and turned the car off. "gonna have to see how much money you got first. Come on in, but don't leave my side. These niggers slit you up for smillin!" Lamar laughed. He was tickled to have another dumb honkey dealer buying his blow. "I can get the money bro." Scott said as he watched Lamar climb out of the car. He quietly reached under his pant leg and pulled a package from his sock. He stuffed it as deep under the seat as he could as he opened the door and climbed out. Lamar stood on the other side of the car smiling a toothy smile at him. Scott forced a smile from his lips as he closed the door. He followed Lamar up to the house. Loud rap music was booming from the walls and he could see a crowd of people moving around inside. Lamar led him past a group of black body builder types guarding the door and into the house. "Stick close honkey, My brothers slice up a white boy if they don't know ya!" Lamar advised as they stepped into the front room of the house. Scott winced slightly as the acidic smell of dope and crack filled the air. The front room was simple. Three large couches lined up against the wall with a single lamp in the corner. The couches where full of brother's toking and laughing. Everyone gave him a dirty glance the second he stepped into the room. "It's ok brothers, he's with me." Lamar announced to their relief. Scott followed Lamar through the large house into a dimly lit room in the back. He watched a black girl come down the stairway with a brother in tow. She smiled at Lamar and handed him a wad of cash as she passed. "Comon boy, I'll get ya your blow." He said as he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He followed Lamar into an office like room with a bed in the corner and a large desk on the other wall. Lamar went to his desk and opened the top drawer. He pulled out fours bags and tossed them to Scott. "You think you can sell boy, how much you talkin?" "thousand a week, maybe more." Scott said. "That's all. I got girls bring that in a night. I got three cracker bitches that can do a grand easy on the weekend. Hell Candy one of em. My new girl pullin twice that when I work her at the peep show! No honkey, you want my blow, you gotta do better than that, how much green you got up front?" Lamar said as he proudly started the thumb though his wad of cash. "Well," Scott stuttered as he reconsidered his offer. He had thought a thousand would be enticing to him. "If I work the malls, I can bring in five times that, but it's risky." Scott lied. Lamar's eyes opened wider at the offer though. "Really? Your honkey ass gonna have to work them malls then if you buyin from me!" Lamar announced. "deal." Scott said. "Deal!" Lamar said as he extended his hand and gave Scott a hood handshake. "You hang close cracker boy, I ain't leavin for a couple hours and You aint safe walkin back to yo car by yo self!" Lamar said standing up. He led Scott from the office and back into the loud smoky house. Beside the front living room where they had come in was another open room, separated from the living room by beads hanging from the doorway. Lamar pushed through the beads and Scott followed. The room they entered was furnished with nice leather couches and a large screen Television. Lamar sat down in the middle of the center couch. Scott sat down on a nearby couch. Scott looked around nervously wondering how he would get out if her had too. He saw no way. "Hey honey!" Groaned a black girl who came strolling in from the front room. She strutted up to Lamar and sat down beside him. She handed him a wad of bills and wrapped her arms around him. Lamar ignored her lustful advances and counted the money. "I left candy on the street tonight, she's makin the green tonight. Where's Vanilla and Kitten?" Lamar grunted as he added the wad of money to his pocket full. "Vanillas with one of the homeboys upstairs and Kitten is still downstairs in the cage. She's been askin when you'd be home." The pudgy black woman chuckled. "Bring Kitten in, and get one of the girls for my new associate here!" Lamar said as he pointed to Scott. "Sure thing baby." Cooed the black girl as she jumped up and ran out of the room. Lamar flicked on the television and started to watch the late show. A few moments later the same black girl entered the room holding a rope. Behind her, on a leash, walked a pretty young white girl in a baby doll teddy, wearing a collar. Her face was made up sluttishly, and her hair was fluffed up like a whore. "Come here Kitten? You wanna sit down with yo daddy?" Lamar cooed childishly to her. The girl, staring shamefully down at the floor, nodded yes without looking at him. Lamar patted the seat and She sat beside him. Lamar pulled her close and started exploring her body with his large muscular hands. "This the one Lamar?" Rasped a plump black woman wearing spandex and a gold blouse. She was standing beside the couch pointing at Scott. "yeah that the one." Lamar grunted as he slipped his hand inside the blondes teddy and caressed her crotch area. "what do you say to Daddy when he comes home? Come on girl!" He groaned. The blond girl squirmed and avoided eye contact with him. Then Scott watched her tense up and look him in the face. "baby doll, I missed you so much." The girl said holding back her tears. "what can kitten do for her man to make him feel good?" She said softly, her voice breaking up at the end. "I'm gonna let you suck my cock seein how we gots company. Go introduce yourself to the honkey over there and give Yolanda a kiss for me!" The white girl frowned sadly as she pulled herself up from the couch. Scott watched in awe as the petite little blonde walked up to him and forced a smile. Yolanda sat forward as Kitten embraced her. Scott watched the two girls share a long wet kiss before the white girl finally broke free with a wince. She looked at Lamar quickly and waited for his direction. "Go on girl. He won't bite!" Lamar ordered. The blonde dropped to her knees and forced Scott's knees apart. She looked like a child being forced to clean her room. Scott sat in shock as she fished out his cock and pulled it into her mouth. Lamar grinned and laughed as the girl slurped and sucked on Scott's dick until it was semi erect. "What's the matter honkey? She ain't sexy enough for ya?" Lamar laughed. Scott looked down at the girl who was trying painfully hard to please him. Her eyes strained to convey her desire to please. "She's hot man." Scott stuttered. The girl pulled her head away from Scott's lap and gasped. "I'm sorry Lamar, I did my best. He just won't get hard for me!" The girl whined. Scott realized she was trying to make him hard for Lamar's benefit. Then he felt sorry he couldn't get a full erection to show Lamar he liked the girl. "You a dumb white bitch you know that? Now get over here and suck my balls!" Lamar groaned. Scott watched the girl crawl over to Lamar and pull his pants down, then pulling his large nut sack into her mouth to suck on. Lamar's cock rested on her nose as she tried to please him. He felt a hand on his penis and looked beside him to see Yolanda stroking his shaft with her pudgy fingers. He tried to wave her away but she insisted. "Kitten here is new to the gang. She joined up about two weeks ago. She my girl but I trainin her to get good with her mouth for when she hits the street. A whore aint worth the rubbers if she cant suck a cock good!" Lamar chuckled. "Hell, my last woman took damn near three months to train! But now the bitch suck a cock with the best of em and she be lost without me!" Lamar smiled. Scott offered a cursory smile as Lamar continued to brag about his newest white capture. Yolanda continued to stroke his cock and he was surprised to see it stiffening again. He glanced out into the front room and saw something that made his heart sink in his chest. Beth was standing in front of a couch of three large black men, waving her ass lewdly and smiling. He watched the largest of the three stand up. Beth wrapped her arm around him and they walked off toward the stairs together. The black man was mammoth compared to Beth, towering over her by more than a foot. Scott watched them disappear up the stairs. "Yeah boy that last bitch was fun though, she put up a struggle at first, I damn near had to kill her to make her obey! Here, let me show you the video!" Lamar laughed as he picked up the remote. Scott watched with a growing remorse as the Large Black man laughed about conquering his wife. Scott froze as the screen flashed into a scene of Beth, still with her brunette hair, laying naked on a large mattress, covering herself in shame. Her face was streaked with tears and she was pleading for mercy. Scott kept from clinching his fists as he heard Lamar's voice booming from the video. "You gonna suck it bitch! you gonna suck it or I gonna knock those teeth out!" Beth cried "no" Then Scott watched Lamar enter the view. He grabbed Beth by the hair and held her still as he pushed his cock into her mouth. Beth's resistance gave in slightly and she started to suck Lamar's huge tool. The screen blurred as Beth rocked backward onto the mattress as Lamar shoved her away. "I told you what gonna happen if you touch my cock with those teeth again!" Lamar boomed at her. Beth shrank away in fear. "No" She cried as Lamar wrestled her onto her belly. Scott watched Beth's rear pulled into the air as Lamar planted the head of his cock in her channel. Lamar plunged into Beth doggie style and she let out a gasp of pain. "Look at this part, the bitch know's it's comin too!" Lamar laughed as Kitten knelt between his legs sucking his balls. Scott stared at the screen and felt himself sweating through his cloths. "No please!" Beth cried as Lamar pulled his cock from her pussy and pushed it into her butt. Beth howled out in pain as Lamar rammed it home and began stroking it in her. "No! No that aint it! Watch!" Lamar laughed as he pointed to the screen. Scott was trying to look away. Lamar pumped her stretched asshole a few minutes before pulling out again. Scott watched Beth's red anus slowly close up. "Now what do you say to your Daddy?" Lamar shouted at her as he pushed the head of his cock back into her cunt. Beth was sobbing now. "please baby doll.." Beth cried out in sobs, unable to speak a full sentence without gasping. ". please how can I make you feel good!" Beth grunted as Lamar lunged his cock back into her depths. Lamar took a large butt plug from a box on the bed and smiled. He pushed the head of the rubber tool against Beth's anus and started working it in. Beth started crying loudly now. The plug was wider than Lamar's sizable cock so it stretched her butt until she screamed. The plug reached it's maximum then slipped into Beth's butt firmly. Lamar then started fucking the tearful girl until he came in her. Scott was shaking in his seat now. His wife was on the television crying as Lamar tortured her. When Lamar pulled his cock out, cum started to seep from her slit. Lamar stopped the flow with yet another butt plug. This one even larger than the first. As Lamar climbed off the bed, Beth was crying and holding her crotch. The plugs had spread her open so much she was unable to close her legs, so she laid lewdly on the bed holding herself. "Those plugs come out before I get back, You don't get no candy tonight!" Lamar grunted at her deeply. A moment later he returned with a needle in his hand. Beth held her arm out and Lamar injected her with the drug. A moment later her crying stopped and she lay silently on the bed staring at the ceiling. "That was the first week the bitch was here. Last week I took her to the peep how with some of the boys. Here look at this!" Lamar chuckled as he pointed to Yolanda. Scott watched the porky black girl climb off the couch and run to the VCR. She took out the tape and inserted another. Scott stared through the door into the smoky front room just to see Beth being escorted up stairs with another man. Scott took a deep breath and sighed as the video came on. The scene was of a red velvet room with a stool in the middle and glass windows all around. Beth entered the room wearing a pink teddy, her hair blond, her skin blotched with small bruises and scratches. The sliding doors to the windows opened up and Beth started dancing. To a rap song. Scott could see men through the glass windows beating their cocks at his wife's lewd behavior. "Here come the good part. This bitch done learned her lesson!" Lamar laughed. Beth opened her arms up and giggled to someone off camera. "Come on baby!" Beth chuckled in an African accent. A large black man entered the scene wearing a g-string. "Oh baby let me suck that big cock!" Beth groaned as she fell to her knees in front of the rough negro. Scott swallowed hard as he watched his wife eagerly pull down the man's underwear and start licking his cock. "Bitch can suck as good as the best whores now!" Lamar laughed as he pointed to the television. Kitten was now sucking his cock in a steady rhythm. On the Television, Beth was assuming a doggie position for the black man. He mounted her and thrust his cock into her pussy. Beth let out a scream of ecstasy Scott had never heard before. The camera zoomed in on her as she ripped her satin garment from her breasts and began messaging them. Scott winced as he noticed the two large hoops hanging from his wife's pierced nipples. On her ass was a comic tattoo pointing to her asshole. It read Dark meat only, no honkeys allowed. "Oh Yeah! Your learnin bitch!" Groaned Lamar with his eyes rolled back in his head. He took Kitten by the head and started rocking her head up and down on his cock. "Come on! Come on girl! Hurry it up!" Lamar shouted. Kitten jumped up and squatted on Lamar's lap. He ripped her teddy open and yanked on her . Scott watched her whole body shudder as Lamar pulled something from her backside. She screamed softly then Lamar produced the large butt plug. He dropped it to the floor and then tugged the other huge plug from her pussy. Kitten gasped out as he pulled her down onto his cock. Filling the void left by the rubber tool with his throbbing cock. He rocked her in the air a few times and came inside her. Kitten collapsed on the floor as soon as Lamar let her go. "is it ok if Kitten goes to the bathroom now?" She gasped wearily. Lamar shook his head. Kitten winced and grabbed the large plug knowing the routine already. She laid it beneath her and worked herself down onto it. She stood up with the large tool stuffed in her vagina. "Can I go now?" She groaned. Lamar nodded and she ran off to a door behind the couch. "I still got a while to go before I send her to the streets. She'll run if I let her. Damn bitch ain't learned to respect me yet!" Lamar grumbled as he pushed his cock back in his pants. On the television screen, Beth was now laying on top of one man who was fucking her from underneath, while a second man was prodding her butt with his large tool. Scott was happy to look away from the television. Yolanda was stroking his cock again and he put his arm on her shoulder to pretend he was interested, anything to look away from the television. Yolanda smiled a large lipped grin at him and sat down on his lap, pressing her large rump down on his cock. She stroked his cock energetically beneath her leather skirt. Scott closed his eyes and laid his head back. He could hear his wife screaming lustfully to be fucked from the television set. He tried to pretend it was him she screamed for. Scott closed his eyes and imagined he was far away. He felt the hooker unroll a condom on his erection. As he listened to Beth crying out to be fucked harder, he felt the hookers fat ass descend on his rod, he felt his cock rub across her rough pubic hair then slip into her wet pussy. He groaned a deep guttural gasp. Beth cried out in pleasure from the television set. "Oh Baby!" Yolanda chuckled to him. She took his hand and pulled it around to her fat tits. He squeezed them softly as he began to thrust into her from below. On the television, Beth was moaning wildly with lust. Her lovers were telling her to suck and fuck and move faster. After many months without sex, he realized he had a lot to relieve himself of. "$5000 TOMORROW!" Lamar shouted across the room. Scott opened his eyes and looked across the room. The girl named Kitten sat on the couch beside him timidly, and on his other side sat Beth, or as she was known here, Vanilla. Beth tried not to look at him, she seemed slightly shaken at seeing him there. Lamar had shaken him from his fantasy. He felt the black hookers ass settle down heavily on his crotch as she reached down to remove his cock from her snatch. "$5000 right!" Lamar said with little emotion. Looking sternly at Scott. Yolanda lifted her ass from his crotch and sat down beside him. Pulling her skirt down to cover her crotch. "Yeah, I'll get the money and bring it to you." Scott stuttered as he pushed his erection back into his trousers and tried to zip up. Beth was dressed in a pink miniskirt and tube top. Scott paused to stare at the gold ring through her belly button. "Alright then, well We gots a special event tonight. Vanilla here is joinin the possie for good tonight. She gonna give us a little show. Go on girl, get James and Roland." Lamar announced. Beth jumped up from the couch and ran from the room. She returned a moment later following two of the largest men Scott had seen. James was 6'8" and nearly 300lbs. Roland was barely 6' but he was much wider and stockier then James. James sat down on the couch beside Scott while Roland sat beside Lamar. Both men gave a gang salute to Lamar as they settled into their seats. Beth stood in the middle staring at the floor. Continued in Part 3 ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com