1. It Was Just Another Saturday NIght


    Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: jaycox, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    I sucked hard on the dirty cock. The big redneck had bought my mouth for twenty-five dollars and opened the door of his van ten minutes before. He was ready to cum. "Swallow it, cunt, every fuckin' drop." I stroked him harder and took him into my throat as he spurted. Sticky cum flooded my mouth, and I gulped it down. I gagged a little, pulled back and wiped my lips on my coat sleeve. As I rocked back on my haunches, I pulled up my tube top over my exposed breasts. Without warning the big man pushed me sideways into the wall of the van. "I ought to get my money back. Who taught you to suck cock, a Sunday school teacher?" I bounced off the wall, regained my balance and stood up. "Fuck you." Shoving past him I opened the door and stepped out into the fresh air. The splitting headache I woke up with before I came out tonight was still there. The fucking cheap wine and vodka always did that. When I didn't turn enough tricks on the Saturday before, I ran out of money for pot and coke. I lived with them now. They were the stuff of a false bloodstream that fueled my guts, made it all bearable at the moment. I got outside and spat as much of his disgusting, filthy cum out as I could. I transferred the greasy money he had given me into the hidden slit in the lining of my coat. Purses could get stolen, lost, dropped in a heated fucking embrace. Who wanted an old, cheap cloth coat? It was only 8:30 and I already had a hundred bucks. From my bag, I pulled out the pint of vodka, swirled ...
    some around in my mouth and spit it out. Then I took a small swallow and slowly let it burn down my throat, killing the memory of the foul mother fucker's smelly cock. Hazards of the job, I thought. As I walked down 14th Street past the all-night bars and strip clubs, my mind peered back. I tried to stop it but the pull tonight was magnetic, drawing me once more to a beautiful house, nice clothes, hot showers; two children, a boy and a girl, and James. I didn't want the image, it was rotten, I had made it so. Full of ragged holes, the kids crying and James on his hands and knees, slammed in the gut by my pimp. My shit dumped out on the sidewalk on the street, mostly to be claimed by trash collectors. What a fucking mess. ~O~O~O~ It started as a lark. One Friday night as James and I had our mandatory once-weekly fuck, I stopped his roving hands, sat back against my pillow and said, "James, we have a problem. After ten years, is this all the better we can do? A Friday night piece of ass for you and a clit-cum for me?" "Jenny Lee, I'm so damned tired most nights when I get home I'm not sure I could even perform. It's hard enough on Friday's. It's not your fault; you're still the same sexy babe I married ten years ago." I said, "Honey, don't you ever have fantasies anymore? When we were dating and first married, you had some great, kinky things for us to do stored in that handsome head of yours. There must be some that never got hatched, right?" James was leaning back with his ...
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