He was soft and couldn’t get hard again. He stuffed his cock in his pants and walked towards the door. He laughed and said he was sorry he was out of money. I was sorry too.
I pulled back from the wall. White, sticky cum covered my pussy and thighs. I could see wet trails all over the wall around the hole. I was covered from my face to my pussy with the cum from two different men. I needed so badly to cum again—it burned inside me. I leaned back in the grimy old chair and roughly masturbated, pinching my nipples hard and rubbing my clit fast. I wanted to cum again, while I felt all the jizz drying all over my pussy. It felt incredible—I tensed up and came, and made no effort to quiet my voice. I’m sure everyone outside in the bookstore heard me—and I didn’t care.
I wanted more. I wanted to feel a cock ram my ass. That’s really why I was there–to feel cum drying on my asscheeks as it ran down towards my pussy. The need I felt was almost primal. I had to get it before I left.
A big black man came into the room next to me. I wasn’t sure I wanted him, but I decided that cum was cum, and a customer was a customer—even if he doesn’t pay. It’s as simple as that–A whore takes cum.
I stuck my face through the hole and told him, without flinching, that he could have my sweet white ass for $20.He said “Pass me a rubber, baby.” Then he thought a minute and asked, “Can I come over there and fuck you? I don’t wanna do it through the hole. I wanna feel you.” I told him okay. I didn’t care—all I wanted at that point was to feel his cock shoved up my ass. The need to feel it was blinding me—I had to have it.
He came over, and I let him in. He handed me two ten-dollar bills, and I threw them on the floor next to my purse. More whore money. I was a working whore.
I turned as he slid his pants down. His cock was so thick, and it was uncircumcised. I was a little scared—he was huge. For a moment I felt terror, but it quickly passed. The need for an assfucking and hot, nasty cum blocked out all reason. I was now completely driven by a lust for this huge, black cock. I heard a crinkly tearing sound as he tore open the rubber, and I watched him roll it onto his meaty dick.
He pushed me up against the wall, and roughly moved my legs apart with his foot. He told me to pull my ass cheeks apart, and as I did I felt him shove into me. My God, how it hurt! I screamed against the dirty, cum-soaked wall. My tits were flattened against it, too, my and nipples rubbed up and down against it as each thrust lifted me up and down off the floor.
He held on to my hips and fucked me with a fury. It really hurt, but I never thought of stopping. The pain was much too sweet. He told me to squeeze my ass around his cock. I did my best to hold my ass tightly around him, but it was difficult. I heard his ragged breathing against the back of my neck—I knew he’d cum soon. I begged him to pull out and come all over my back. I wanted to feel the burning cum run down my back and over my ass. “Whatever, baby,” he hissed. I knew it was time.
I couldn’t breathe. The anticipation of his cum was more than I could stand. I felt him jerk out of my ass, and heard the snap of the condom being pulled off his cock. He made a long, groaning sound, and I felt the hot stream of cum splash over my back–so sticky and wet, running down the crack of my ass. I felt him rubbing it around with his softening cock.
I sagged forward against the wall. I felt like I’d run a marathon. Everything felt so good, and I was exhausted. I felt him back away from me, and then I heard him zip up his pants. The door slammed shut, and he was gone.
I reached back to spread his cooling cum over my back. I’d waited all night for this exact feeling. I pulled my wet hand forward and rubbed some of the cum on my tits. I was wet, dry and sticky, all at the same time. I felt rewarded—I had cum on almost every surface of my body. All that remained was to take the tiniest taste of cum from the black man’s cock and spread it on my lips. The evening was complete.
I pulled on my skirt, and my T-shirt. I stuffed my panties and my bottle in my purse, along with my money, and strode out of the room, down the hall and past the desk. I was a filthy, disgusting, cum-soaked whore. I was proud of it! My nipples were still hard as I reveled the thought of every man in the bookstore knowing exactly what I had done in that little room in the back.
I walked through the parking lot to my car. The coolness of the car seat felt comforting on my increasingly sore ass. I knew the pain would get worse the next day before it felt better. I wanted the pain—it would remind me over and over what I’d done, and what I was. I felt the cum crackling over my body as it dried. The smell of cum and sex seemed to fill the car. I felt calm for the first time that night. My mind was spinning, though, with plans for future visits to the bookstore.
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