1. It Was Just Another Saturday NIght


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

    I led him back behind the old shed at the end of the parking lot. "Show me your dick," I said abruptly. He looked at her and smiled, unzipped his pants and stuck out his semi-hard tool. I took a good look at him. "Good, you're not a cop. What do you want?" I touched his dick, and it was warm, not fake. He was the real deal, not some plant. "I hear you're Queen of Blowjobs around here, is that right?" said the dude. "How much?" "Twenty-five bucks, tips appreciated." "You sure ain't in it for the money. What's the gimmick?" he said. "I'm a fucking public charity. You want a blowjob or not?" I snapped at him. "Feisty bitch ain' cha sweetie pie?" He reached forward and grabbed my hair and pulled it toward his hard cock. "What's the deal you talked about?" "You get it free for two joints. I need a hit," I croaked, my throat still irritated by the mixture of cum and booze in it. My eyes were getting blurry, and I had the shakes in my hands again. "If you've got some snow, give me a couple of grams and I'll fuck you for free." I was crazy for a hit; anything would do. "You're hurting, huh babe? Yeah, I got snow, best Columbian. But it's worth more than a blowjob and a fuck. My pal Clayton gets in on the action too." he said with a distinct leer on his face. His eyes were lit up, not just from the drugs but an opportunity nearly in hand. "Who the fuck is 'Clayton?" I mumbled. "Did somebody call me?" A big black guy, about 6'4", stepped out of the shadows and looked down on me. He ...
    looked at the first John and said, "This piece o' fucking white trash ain't worth a joint. Why don't we jes' fuck her and move on, man. Give her a couple o' bucks for a bath and go hit the joints." His voice was thick and more guttural. Maybe from the Islands. Around here, you never knew where they came from. I said, "Give me the joints now, and I'll fuck you for the coke. If I'm no good, that's it." "Clayton, open up the SUV back and put the seats down, man." First-John reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out two ready-mades and said, "When they're gone don't forget me. You can have 15 more for a butt-fuck." While they were setting up the fuck pad, I lit up the first joint and took a deep drag, held it in my lungs for what seemed like forever, and slowly blew it out. No sooner was the drugged smoke gone from my lungs, I repeated the cycle. The ember burned brightly as I dragged hard on the butt. The calming fog began to settle in my brain. I knew these motherfuckers were in a hurry, so I reached up my skirt with my right hand and started fingering my clit. I was pretty dry, so I licked my fingers some and started moving them in and out. "Hey bitch, we're ready, let's go for a ride," said First-John. "I don't ride nowhere; I stay here." I felt Clayton wrap his big arms around me, lift me in the air and dump me on the folding cot mattress in the back of the truck with a thud. "Shit, you big asshole that hurt," I screamed at him. As the truck started to roll, First-John ...
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