me cum twice with his big dick in and out of me. Shit, we were in the room for so long other girls started knocking, wanting access. But my date needed to get his nut off inside of me. I started grinding my phat ass back on him. He grabbed my hips, worked his dick in and out.
âOoooh shit, you gonna make me cum again,â I cried out. I buried my face into the pillow to keep the other girls from hearing how good the dick was to me.
I was chanting an erotic mantra.
âOh shit, I love this black pussy. Ooooh, I love this black pussy,â he chanted. âIâm almost there. Iâm almost there.â
He took a deep breath and gave me the last inch of his hard dick and both our legs started to tremble. I felt his dick swelling bigger inside of me. He was finally about to come. And when he did, he gripped my hips tightly, shivered uncontrollably, screamed out, âFuuuuuuuuuuuuuukk,â and then he suddenly pulled out, snatched the condom off his dick and I felt his hot cum splash on my back. I didnât care where he came and how, as long as he didnât do it inside of me raw.
We both were breathing heavily and my hair was in somewhat disarray from his constant grabbing and my face being pushed into the pillow. Travis was exhausted and drained. He pulled up his pants and smiled gratifyingly.
âWas is good?â I asked.
âYo, that was some of the best pussy I ever had,â he complimented me.
âIâm glad you enjoyed it.â
We both collected ourselves. My sexual servitude was done and I was happy to have five grand on me. He walked out of the room first; I made my exit two minutes later. I had to get right again. When I walked out the bedroom, there was Kawanda smiling at me. She was waiting to use the room again; the other two had just become occupied. Standing behind her was a black man this time, and the look on his face said he was ready to have the time of his life.
âDamn, girl, you had some fun?â she asked jokingly. âShit, as fine as he was, I woulda spent an hour witâ him. Did he pay you well?â
I smiled and walked away. It wasnât any of her business. I already made my money and I was ready to leave. But the party in the presidential suite was still in full swing and it didnât look like it was about to die down anytime soon. The men were drunk, horny, and having the time of their lives, and the girls, they were fucking and sucking everything moving in the room. It became a full-blown orgy when a few more girls showed up to get in on the action and they didnât care where they did their business at, as long as it got done. Pussy and dick was from wall to wall, hip hop music still blaring, and mostly white men with their pants around their ankles, and tiny, hard dicks showing, were eager to stick their wieners into anything wet and sloppy.
I was glad more girls showed up; it made me fall back and just chill. I still flirted and gave lap dances, but when it came to the hardcore stuff, I let the other girls get their shine on. I already struck gold with Travis, and I told myself he would be the first and only trick I turned.
Five hours later, it was five in the morning and I was exhausted. I made $7,000 that night, and I was all smiles. I felt I didnât need to dance at Crazy Legs anymore and degrade myself. I had enough money for rent, food, clothes, and other important things. But who was I kidding? $7,000 in New York would be gone in three, maybe four months tops, and since I didnât have a high school diploma or GED, and didnât have a baller boyfriend to spend on me, I was struggling.
The cab let us out on Laconia Avenue with dawn about to crack open the sky. Kawanda and I walked the block to our buildings feeling like we could sleep for days. I saw the police lights a half a block away and thought something happened, but when we got close, it was cops who pulled over a Chevy Impala with tinted windows and they
âOoooh shit, you gonna make me cum again,â I cried out. I buried my face into the pillow to keep the other girls from hearing how good the dick was to me.
I was chanting an erotic mantra.
âOh shit, I love this black pussy. Ooooh, I love this black pussy,â he chanted. âIâm almost there. Iâm almost there.â
He took a deep breath and gave me the last inch of his hard dick and both our legs started to tremble. I felt his dick swelling bigger inside of me. He was finally about to come. And when he did, he gripped my hips tightly, shivered uncontrollably, screamed out, âFuuuuuuuuuuuuuukk,â and then he suddenly pulled out, snatched the condom off his dick and I felt his hot cum splash on my back. I didnât care where he came and how, as long as he didnât do it inside of me raw.
We both were breathing heavily and my hair was in somewhat disarray from his constant grabbing and my face being pushed into the pillow. Travis was exhausted and drained. He pulled up his pants and smiled gratifyingly.
âWas is good?â I asked.
âYo, that was some of the best pussy I ever had,â he complimented me.
âIâm glad you enjoyed it.â
We both collected ourselves. My sexual servitude was done and I was happy to have five grand on me. He walked out of the room first; I made my exit two minutes later. I had to get right again. When I walked out the bedroom, there was Kawanda smiling at me. She was waiting to use the room again; the other two had just become occupied. Standing behind her was a black man this time, and the look on his face said he was ready to have the time of his life.
âDamn, girl, you had some fun?â she asked jokingly. âShit, as fine as he was, I woulda spent an hour witâ him. Did he pay you well?â
I smiled and walked away. It wasnât any of her business. I already made my money and I was ready to leave. But the party in the presidential suite was still in full swing and it didnât look like it was about to die down anytime soon. The men were drunk, horny, and having the time of their lives, and the girls, they were fucking and sucking everything moving in the room. It became a full-blown orgy when a few more girls showed up to get in on the action and they didnât care where they did their business at, as long as it got done. Pussy and dick was from wall to wall, hip hop music still blaring, and mostly white men with their pants around their ankles, and tiny, hard dicks showing, were eager to stick their wieners into anything wet and sloppy.
I was glad more girls showed up; it made me fall back and just chill. I still flirted and gave lap dances, but when it came to the hardcore stuff, I let the other girls get their shine on. I already struck gold with Travis, and I told myself he would be the first and only trick I turned.
Five hours later, it was five in the morning and I was exhausted. I made $7,000 that night, and I was all smiles. I felt I didnât need to dance at Crazy Legs anymore and degrade myself. I had enough money for rent, food, clothes, and other important things. But who was I kidding? $7,000 in New York would be gone in three, maybe four months tops, and since I didnât have a high school diploma or GED, and didnât have a baller boyfriend to spend on me, I was struggling.
The cab let us out on Laconia Avenue with dawn about to crack open the sky. Kawanda and I walked the block to our buildings feeling like we could sleep for days. I saw the police lights a half a block away and thought something happened, but when we got close, it was cops who pulled over a Chevy Impala with tinted windows and they
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