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Honey Smart
by Shooter3704 (shooter3704@yahoo.com)

***

The story of how Honey Smart got her start as a 
prostitute. (MMF, voy, intr)

***

Honey Smart is my real name, believe it or not. It's on 
my birth certificate. On the very day I was born my 
daddy found and robbed a bee tree and got a lard bucket 
full of honey. My red hair is natural and so is 
everything else about me. 

Everyone always ask me, how did I start being a whore? 
Well, that's a good question. You have to understand 
that I came from poor white trash. My mother was poor 
trash, my father was poor trash and all my relatives 
are Poor trash. I grew up in a trailer. Not a mobile or 
modular home. Just a trashy old trailer. I was born and 
raised in the backwater town of Home Bayou. That's 
nearly as far south as you can go and stay in Alabama 
or even the country. 

They used to joke about it and say that the richest man 
in town was poor, but that was a lie. The richest man 
in Home Bayou was Carlton Mills. Everybody else was 
broke. Carlton Mills owned the damned town and 
everybody in it. I managed to graduate from high 
school, but just barely, but I did make it. I was the 
only one of my five siblings to do so.

After graduation I got a full time job waiting tables 
in the only café in town. One day Carlton Mills came in 
and I served him a burger and fries. When I took his 
order I intentionally leaned in and rubbed my boobs on 
his shoulder. Being tall, blonde and cute always got me 
looks from the guys. Mills was no exception.

"Where in hell did you come from, girl?" he asked me. 
"I thought I knew every pretty gal in this town." I 
suspect he did. The gossip around town was Carlton 
Mills was one horny son of a bitch. If you believed the 
tongue-waggers he had bedded almost all the women in 
town. Carlton never let a thing like them being married 
stop him from hopping on a gal. He didn't let the legal 
age bother him much either. Who was going to complain 
and who would they complain to? The bastard owned the 
only grocery store, the only hardware and the only 
industry around for miles. His industries was the 
turpentine plant and the sawmill. Everybody either 
worked for him or some business that was supported by 
him and his companies.

He seemed old as dirt to me at the time, but I don't 
suppose he was much over fifty years old when he took 
notice of me. Having Carlton Mills take notice was 
either a good thing or a terrible thing. I was still 
pretty young and unsophisticated , but I was old enough 
to know what Carlton was after and foolish enough to 
let him think he could get it. I flirted with him every 
time he came in for a week or so even though all my 
friends told me I was stupid.

"I got a little place down on Mobile Bay," he told me 
one day. "You ought to see it. Right on the beach."

"I guess I should," I teased. "When is that going to 
happen?"

"How about this weekend? I'll pick you up Friday 
afternoon and we'll drive down in my new car. We'll 
have a lot of fun playing in the water and all."

Suddenly it wasn't funny anymore. My flirting and 
teasing had got me in a place where I had to fish or 
cut bait. Shit or get off the pot. If I had know what 
was going to happen I would have jumped off the pot and 
ran like the devil was after me. Instead of running I 
said I would be ready.

That night I told my momma I was going away for the 
weekend with Carlton Mills and she cried. She begged me 
not to go and I asked her why.

"He's an evil man," she said sobbing. "Pure evil and 
he'll mess you up , Honey. There is no good in the man 
at all. He'll only want one thing from you and you'll 
have to give it to him. Please don't do it. I know 
where of I speak." 

Like most eighteen year olds I didn't pay any attention 
to my mother. When Friday came I had a few of my nicer 
things packed and I was ready.

***

Carlton's little place looked like a mansion to me. 
Coming from a trailer almost anything would. His house 
was old, but it was a grand old place. It was built to 
withstand hurricanes and sat high off the ground on 
stone pillars. It had a wide porch that went all the 
way around it. Inside, to me, was simply lavish.

"Me and you'll be sleeping down here," Carlton said 
once we were inside. It hadn't been discussed and I 
knew what was expected of me, but it was still a shock 
to hear it said out loud. "The other's can bunk down 
wherever they want."

"What other's?" I asked. That was something else that 
hadn't been discussed. I just assumed it would be me 
and Carlton there.

"I got some friends comin' in from Mobile for the 
weekend. Real party people. You're goina like 'em. Come 
on, Honey and let's skinny-dip in the bay before they 
show up. I'm dying to see them fine titties you got." I 
brough a swimsuit, but apparently it wasn't going to be 
needed.

My breasts started developing early and they just kept 
growing. By the time I was a freshman in high school I 
had the biggest breasts in the whole school and even 
then I grew some more. At eighteen I wore a thirty-
eight double D bra. The truth of the matter for most of 
my formative years my boobs embarrassed me. I tried to 
hide them as much as possible. It wasn't until after I 
turned eighteen that I started to let them out. I 
stopped being embarrassed and started enjoying what God 
gave me. The boys I dated all seem to get a lot of joy 
from them.

Carlton grabbed some towels and lead me down to the 
beach. It was only a few yards to the sandy beach. Once 
we were at the water's edge I took my dress off. While 
Carlton watched I removed my bra and panties and 
dropped them on the towel.

"By damn, girl!" he said when I was naked. "You got 
some fine titties there. You're a natural redhead, 
too!" His eyes were alternating between my breasts and 
my downy covered pussy. I thought I would never get 
pubic hair like the other girls. For all I had I might 
as well have had none.

I left him gawking and ran into the surf. The water was 
blood warm. I didn't look at Carlton until he joined me 
in the water When I did look at him I was shocked. That 
ol' boy was hung like a donkey! I wasn't a blushing 
virgin, but the boys I had been with didn't have 
anything like what old man Mills had swinging between 
his legs. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I realize 
why Carlton Mills looked so scrawny. It made him poor 
just carrying that dick around.

"Like my cock, don't you, little girl?' Carlton said 
putting his arm around mu bare shoulders and grabbing 
my tit with his free hand. "That's good because you're 
going to get plenty of chance to get very well 
acquainted this week end. Do you know how to give a 
blow Job?" What kind of question was that to ask me? Of 
course I knew how. That and hand-jobs kept my hymen 
intact as long as I wanted it to.

Kneeling in the surf with waves bouncing me around 
while giving head was new. I discovered that sex on the 
beach, while seemingly romantic was not. Too much salt 
and sand. I also discovered something else while being 
fucked on a small towel. Big dicks are more fun, even 
with all the sand, than small dicks.

Carlton and I made it back to the house before the 
guests arrived. I had time to take a shower and attempt 
to wash the sand out of my pussy. On the way back to 
the house Carlton told me I would be acting as hostess 
that night. I was thrilled and honored. Yeah, thrilled 
before I found out that as hostess I had to fetch the 
drinks and get more dip and chips and run my ass off 
while having my tits and ass grouped by a bunch of old 
farts. The hostess had other duties, but I didn't find 
out about them until later in the evening.

"Carlton, where on earth did you find this pretty young 
gal with these big tits?" one man asked him.

"Out in the swamp," Carlton answered with a big laugh. 
"Young and fresh as the morning. She loves to fuck, 
don't you Honey?"

While it was true I did like to fuck, I didn't like it 
that Carlton was telling all those men about it. I had 
noticed that there were only men. No women came, making 
me the only woman in the house. A smart girl would have 
been concerned, but since I've never been accused of 
being too smart I wasn't worried. Six old men didn't 
scare me one bit.

After a while the men started playing poker and they 
played for blood. I watched long enough to determine 
the white chips were worth a hundred dollars. I made 
three dollars an hour plus tips waiting tables at the 
café so that was a lot of money to me. I saw one pot 
that had to be worth three or four thousand dollars. It 
was mindboggling to me how they could be so causal with 
that kind of money.

"Honey, I'll give you this white chip if you'll show me 
just one tit," one of the men said.

"Shit, Fred, don't be a piker," the one they called Tom 
said. "Give the young woman a red one and we'll all see 
both her tits." Five hundred dollars just to see my 
boobs? That was unbelievable! Fred held out a red chip 
and I snatched it.

"Them's some fine looking titties, Honey," Fred said 
after I lifted my shirt and let him see. "Are they 
real?" What a question! I had heard about women who got 
their tits made bigger, but not in Home Bayou. I told 
him they were real.

"Honey sucks a mean cock, too," Carlton said winking at 
me and causing my face to turn an even darker shade of 
red. "She polished my knob down in the bay a while ago. 
I fucked her on the beach and she did pretty good for a 
kid." Carlton threw his cards down and got up from the 
table telling me to follow him. He took me to a bedroom 
on the main floor.

"I got you something to wear," he said handing me a 
plastic shopping bag. I opened it and saw it was some 
kind of costume. I asked him what it was. "It's a 
French maid's outfit," he answered. "I had to guess at 
your size, but it should fit. Put it on and come back 
out."

I finally got the tiny little dress on. It was snug on 
top, but most things are for me. There was some black 
fishnet hose and a garter belt. I knew about garters 
from catalogs, but I hadn't ever worn one. The real 
high heels were a little too big, but I could wear 
them. After I finally got the things on I looked at 
myself in the mirror. Part of me thought I looked like 
a real slut, but the other and larger part thought I 
looked dammed good. My boobs were barely covered, but 
that didn't worry me much. They had already seen my 
tits.

I went back to the room where they were playing cards 
and when they saw me they whooped and hollered like 
school boys.

"Damn, that gal has a fine ass on her, too!" Fred said 
loudly. "You ever been poked in the ass, Honey?" I 
didn't know exactly what he meant so I told him no. I 
figured he was talking about being ass fucked and I 
had, but that wasn't none of his business. I kept my 
virginity another few months by letting my boyfriend do 
me in that hole.

"You mean to tell us you ain't ever been fucked up the 
shitter?" a man by the name of Ross said. I ignored him 
and went to get them more drinks.

"Honey," Ross said when I returned. "What would it take 
to be the first to fuck your ass?"

"Two blues and a red," I answered. The blues were worth 
a thousand and the reds five hundred so I thought that 
would shut his nasty mouth. 

"How much for just some pussy?" another man said.

"Hold on!" Ross snapped at the man. "Me and Honey is 
workin' on a covenant here. We're negotiating. Now 
Honey, don't you think that's a little steep. I don't 
pay twenty-five hundred for ass in Mobile. You got to 
lower your fee some."

I glanced at Carlton and saw him grinning at me. It 
suddenly dawned on me that they thought I was a whore! 
Carlton had apparently told them I was.

"What about a blue chip and one red one?" Ross 
persisted. "That's fuckin' good money for some ass. 
Even one as young and nice as yours."

As pissed-off as I was I had to stop and think about 
it. Fifteen hundred dollars to let some old man pop my 
ass? How long would I have to wait tables to make that 
kind of money? I won't lie. That was a tempting offer.

"Hey, you guys settle down," Carlton said. "Why don't 
we just pool our money? Say everybody tosses in fifteen 
hundred and we can fuck the gal anywhere we want."

"For how long?" Fred asked. "Are we talking all night? 
What about tomorrow? What's that going to cost?"

I was mentally figuring it up. Nine thousand dollars 
just to have sex with them? Six old farts were planning 
on paying me nine thousand dollars? I wouldn't make 
that much money all year…or the next year either.

"How about this?" Carlton said. "Pony up for tonight 
and we'll figure out what she should get tomorrow. What 
do you say, Honey? Could you use nine grand?" 

You have to remember I was just nineteen and wasn't all 
that experienced. I didn't have a clue what it would be 
like to have sex with six men. Once I let two boys fool 
around with me and they did me one at a time, but that 
was my only time with more than one man. To be honest, 
all I could think about was nine thousand dollars and 
what I could do with that kind of money. I didn't have 
to think about it for very long. I was seriously 
considering to agree. They each put the two chips in 
the center of the table. Six blue chips and six red 
ones. It didn't look like much, but Carlton exchanged 
them for real cash money. I had never seen that much 
money at one time in my whole life. I was sold.

I suppose I thought they would take me into the bedroom 
one at a time and after humping me a few time they'd 
grunt and get off. I was wrong. They drew high card to 
see who was going to be first. Ross, the butt fucker 
won. I started for the bedroom, but he called me back 
to him. I went to where he sat and he stripped me down 
to just the garter, hose and heels. 

The next thing I knew he was kissing me all over. Right 
there in front of the others. Since my nipples are so 
sensitive it didn't take long before I was hot. I 
didn't care that the other men were watching. I was so 
hot I would have let him fuck me in front of the Home 
Bayou city hall. 

"Ross, take the bitch over to that couch," Carlton 
said. "You can dip your wick there. Save her ass for 
later."

Ross pushed me to a long leather couch and put me down 
on it. He pushed my legs open and rammed his stubby 
little cock in me. I came right away and that caused 
the other men to cheer. Ross squirted in me and got 
off. Fred was next and each of the other's in turn. I 
don't know how many times I came, but it was a bunch. 
When the last man took his turn fucking me I foolishly 
thought it was over with. Boy, was I ever wrong! Them 
old fuckers had just started! 

It was one at a time for a while. Then they started 
doubling up on me. I was sucking one while another one 
fucked me. I'm telling the truth when I say I loved it. 
They pumped a gallon of cum in me and I never gave it a 
moment's thought that I wasn't on any kind of birth 
control and there wasn't a condom in sight.

Sometime around midnight Carlton sent me to clean up 
and wash the cum off of me. I was covered with their 
sperm. After a hot shower I came back out and they were 
all waiting on me. The fucking started all over again. 
This time was a little different. Ross got my ass like 
he wanted. He used some kind of grease and it wasn't 
all that bad. They all wanted some of my butt and they 
got it.

I'm not a huge fan of ass fucking. I mean I can take it 
or leave it, but six horny old men can do a number on a 
girl's asshole. It was getting to be a bother when they 
decided to really double up on me. Carlton did my 
bottom and Fred fucked my pussy. I really got off on 
that deal. That was the first time I ever fucked two 
men at the same time, but it for damned sure wasn't the 
last time.

They finally left me alone, but it was nearly daylight 
when they all stumbled off to bed. I slept on the cum 
covered couch. When I woke up the six men were all on 
the front porch drinking beer. I went to the shower and 
washed off all their dried cum. I even had it in my 
hair. I found some coffee in the kitchen, poured myself 
a cup, and took it outside.

"Here she is," Carlton announced. "How you doin', 
Honey?"

"Fine," I said. That wasn't the whole truth. My pussy 
and ass was a little sore. My tits were sore, too. It 
wasn't anything I couldn't survive. "I couldn't find my 
money."

"I gathered it up for you and put it in your bag," 
Carlton said laughing. "We're gentlemen and we'd never 
cheat a whore out of her just deserts, would we men?" I 
wasn't too happy about him calling me a whore, but the 
fact of the matter was, I was a whore and I 
acknowledged it to myself.

"What'ch goina do with all that money, Honey?" Fred 
asked me. I hadn't really planned that far ahead. "You 
want to make some more today?" I nodded my head. I did 
want some more. I wanted a lot more even if I didn't 
have a plan for it.

"You're going for a boat ride in a little while," 
Carlton said. "These old boys have to go back to town, 
but don't worry your pretty little head. You'll make 
some good money today. Go get some food in you and get 
into your bathing suit."

I went in and checked on my money then I found some 
food and ate. I put on my old one piece swim suit and I 
knew what the first thing I was going to buy. I wanted 
a bright red bikini. I found a table cloth and used it 
as a wrap. Carlton was waiting on the porch by himself 
when I went out.

"You'll be with Dave and Marcus today, Honey," Carlton 
said taking my arm and leading me down the path to a 
pier. There was a big-ass boat alongside the pier with 
two black men on it. Two large black men.

"Carlton, they're black," I whispered to him. "I ain't 
going out on no boat with them."

"Hush your mouth, Honey," he said. "We live in an 
enlighten age now. A nigger's money is just as good an 
anybody's money. It's a mighty fine ol' day and you 
just get on that boat and have a good time. You ain't 
seem Mobile Bay until you see if from a boat. You show 
these fellows a good time or I'll whip your ass with a 
car antenna. You hear me, Honey?"

I did hear him and I believed him. The cheerful Carlton 
Mills had gone and this one was a mean son of a bitch. 
He scared the crap out of me.

"Here she is, just like I promised," Carlton called 
when we got close to the boat. The two black men got 
off and waited for us on the pier. "This is Honey and 
she's a honey. Got a sweet little cunt and big 
knockers." Carlton shook their hands and pulled me 
forward. "Honey, this is Dave," he said pointing to one 
of them. "This guy is Marcus. Y'all go on out and have 
a good time. I'll see you when you get back."

The man he called Marcus helped me get on the boat and 
we got underway just after one o'clock that afternoon. 
It was a beautiful day with clear blue skies with only 
a few wispy white clouds. The temperature was in the 
mid eighties.

Carlton was right. You should see Mobile Bay from the 
water. It was beautiful. I kept the table cloth wrap on 
for a while until Dave insisted I remove it. Then he 
suggested I take the swimsuit off. I hesitated but 
Carlton's warning came to mind. I slipped the suit off. 
I'm vain enough to appreciate the audible gasp from 
Marcus and the look of admiration from Dave. 

"We don't need a tan," Marcus said laughing, "So how 
about helping us get some sun blocker on?" The guys 
stripped down to bare skin and I spread the sun blocker 
on both of them. Then it was my turn.

"Take the wheel," Marcus told Dave. "Don't run over 
anything. I'll protect this lovely creature from the 
sun." Marcus spent a lot of time putting the blocker on 
me. Dave told him to be sure to put plenty on my 
breasts.

"Sure don't want those pretty white titties to burn, do 
we?" Dave said. Apparently Marcus shared Dave's concern 
because he put a lot of lotion on me, especially my 
boobs. My nipples sprang to attention and Marcus' 
fingers kept them hard. I should have felt strange 
being naked with two men, Two black men, but I wasn't. 
Until we docked, I didn't have any opportunity to wear 
anything.

I wasn't scared of blacks because I grew up around 
black people. I went to school with black kids so I 
wasn't a total stranger to blacks. I never dated a 
black boy. I never even considered it because it just 
wasn't done in Home Bayou. Even if I had wanted to, 
black boys would go out with white girls because the Ku 
Klux Klan was alive and well in that part of the rural 
country.

They both knew what they wanted and they knew why I was 
there. Marcus took me to the front deck, put some 
cushions down and proceeded to eat me. He apparently 
was a man who like to eat pussy because he ate me to 
three orgasms, two of them real big ones. Then he 
fucked me. Once while I was on top of Marcus, Dave took 
the boat over some waves churned up by a big naval 
vessel of some kind. The wave action drove me down hard 
on Marcus black cock. Marcus liked it and made circling 
motions with his hand and switched so that he was on 
top when we went back over the rough water. Wow, what a 
trip! The wake slammed me up and Marcus down, impaling 
him even deeper in me.

Being fucked by a black man wasn't any different than 
being fucked by white guys. Okay, there was some 
difference. It was better because both Marcus and Dave 
were huge. Big ol' beautiful black cocks that got hard 
and stayed hard. I forgot all about my tender pussy 
pretty damned fast.
After a while Marcus took control of the boat and Dave 
took control of me. Watching his friend fuck me, had 
Dave rearing to go. He took me with a force I had never 
seen before. While Dave drove his beautiful black cock 
in me, Marcus took the boat into a secluded cove where 
they both fucked me.

I was so engrossed in what was happening to me I had 
not realized that another large boat came into our cove 
and the passengers, two men and two women, were 
watching the show. I was astride Dave, facing him, his 
cock in my pussy, and Marcus was fucking my ass from 
behind. If the other boat hadn't drifted and slightly 
nudged our boat, I don't know when I would have noticed 
the watchers.

"Sugar, I want to try that," one of the women said.

"Hey, sweetheart, my wife wants to know if you'll share 
your studs," one of the guys laughingly yelled across.

"No," I managed to say. "Go find your own cocks. Leave 
mine alone." That tore Marcus up. Dave just grinned.

Sometime mid-afternoon they stopped fucking me long 
enough to unpack lunch. We ate and they went right back 
at me again. I certainly didn't complain. I was caught 
up in a sexual frenzy and I loved every minute of it. I 
asked what time we were going back and they laughed.

"We got your ass for the night," Marcus said. Okay, 
that suited me just fine. I was having a lot of fun and 
two hard dicks. That night we slept on deck. It would 
have been cool, but I had the heat generated by two 
black hunks to keep me warm. They fucked me almost all 
night long. We went back in the following morning. 
There were a couple of other boats tied up at the pier 
when we got back. Big party boats full of party people.

I'm sure the people on the other boats and on the dock 
knew the minute they saw me that I had been well fucked 
by the two black men. I didn't care because I didn't 
know any of them.

"How was your trip?" Carlton asked when we got to the 
house.

"One fucking great trip," Dave answered. "You were 
right. Honey is a honey all right. Best pussy I've had 
in a long time. What will you take for her?"

"She's a rental only," Carlton said laughing. "You 
ready to do business now?"

While they talked I went to shower and change clothes. 
I looked in the shoe where I put my money and saw that 
there was even more money there. Another three thousand 
dollars! I laughed all the while I showered. I made 
three thousand dollars for getting the best fuck of my 
young life. That was fucking great!

***

It was late Sunday night when Carlton dropped me off at 
my home. That ratty ol' trailer looked even worse after 
being in that big fine house. 

"Well, you don't look any worse for wear," my mother 
said looking me over. "He did you, didn't he?" I 
admitted he had. "Did he pay you?" Again I admitted it 
was true. "Was it worth it?"

"Yes it was, Ma," I answered.

"I guess you know what that makes you," she said 
looking sad. 

"Yeah, I sold what I've been giving away," I snapped. 
"So I'm a whore. I'm a rich whore. I made twelve 
thousand dollars in one weekend."

"Best you put some of it back," my mother said. "Hard 
times are always just around the corner. Did Carlton 
turn you out for some others to do? Forget that. Of 
course he did. He always does." Suddenly it hit me. 
Mother wasn't just guessing. She knew for a fact.

"You?" I asked her. "You've been down to Mobile Bay to 
his house?" She nodded wearily.

"Yes, and to his place in Mobile," she said. "Back when 
you were a child your father got hurt at the saw mill 
and we were hard-up for money. Carlton offered me a way 
out and I took it. I ain't proud of it, but you do what 
you have to do to survive. I had a family to feed."

"How long were you with him?"

"Not very long," she answered. "A few months I guess. 
Carlton gets tired of a woman after a while and goes 
looking for another one. He'll tire of you pretty soon. 
That's why I say to put some money back. Who all were 
there this weekend?" I told her and she smiled a sad 
little smile.

"I don't know some of them. Fred and Ross I remember. 
They've been friends with Carlton for a long time. It 
was Ross who did my ass for the first time. I don't 
know them niggers you fucked. They must be new. I'm 
surprised Carlton didn't have you put a show on for his 
friends. He always liked to have a couple coons do a 
white woman for them to watch." 

My mother didn't mean anything by calling blacks 
niggers or coons. That's how she was raised. Down there 
even the blacks called each other nigger. 

"Did you do it with black men?" I asked her.

"Oh yeah," she said. "That's something Carlton 
demanded. All his women have to fuck niggers. I know if 
a few women who wouldn't and they suffered real bad for 
it. Husbands, boyfriends, brothers or somebody in the 
family lost their jobs. Because I was a good girl and 
did whatever Carlton wanted you daddy got to keep his 
job at the mill. He even got paid while he was laid up. 
Do you remember the Smiths who lived on down a ways? 
Mary was her name. She got knocked up by some of 
Carlton's tame niggers. Could have been any one of a 
dozen she was with."

"What happened to her?" I asked.

"Oh, Carlton took her off somewhere and got her fixed. 
Then he took her someplace off and gone and put her in 
a nigger whorehouse for a while. When she came back a 
year or so later she had aged ten years. They all moved 
off a short while later. Don't know whatever happened 
to them. I heard that Carlton got one of her daughters 
to play with for a while. I don't know it for a fact, 
but I believe it."

"I remember Mrs. Smith," I said. "I don't remember much 
about her or any of them."

"What I'm trying to get across to you is, no matter 
what happens, it ain't going to last long. You'll 
either become a whore for sure or you'll come back to 
Home Bayou and live a life of drudgery here. My advice 
is to save every penny you can and when the time comes 
you take off for someplace up north and get away from 
all this." Then she did something she didn't do very 
often. She hugged me tight. "Go to see doc Miller 
tomorrow and get on birth control. Make every man use a 
condom when you can. Honey, you better start right now 
and protect yourself as best you can. Sure as hell 
nobody else will protect you."

"I will Ma," I said trying not to cry.

"When are you and Carlton getting together again?"

"This Friday he's taking me to Mobil," I answered 
wondering what was in store for me.

Before I left for Mobil that Friday I gave Ma most of 
the money I earned. I had a feeling I wouldn't be 
coming back and I was right. I never went back to Home 
Bayou ever again. Not even for a visit.

Carlton set me up in Mobil and I fucked every man he 
said to. Carlton was a rich mean man, but to give the 
devil his due, he was generous. I took my mother's 
advice and I saved my money. I didn't wait for Carlton 
to get tired of me. After about six months I packed up 
and went to Atlanta. I whored there for about a year 
and went to California. After California I went to 
several cities. I finally made it to East Saint Louis 
where I worked in a house that catered to black men. I 
stayed there for several years. I saved every dime I 
could.

Since I was still young and still nice looking with a 
great set of tits I finally left East Saint Louis for 
the Big Apple. I took my money and started my own 
escort business. That's what I'm still doing today. I 
supply good looking white women for wealthy black men. 
I have a black gentleman who keeps me happy so I don't 
do much of the actual fucking anymore. 

The End

(Author's note: Honey Smart is a tiny part of a larger 
story called "Highway of Life" Ask me and I'll tell you 
where to find it. You can find me at 
shooter3704@yahoo.com. As usual I feel obligated to 
remind you, dear reader, that this is a yarn of pure 
fantasy. It's okay to read and to fantasize about 
unprotected sex with multiple partners, just don't be 
foolish and try it in real life."

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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