Holly Hope: Slut girl

My mind whirled at the figures he'd given me, and then I began to understand that when a man gave me a fifty or hundred-dollar tip, which was fairly frequent, they were not doubling their expense, they were just leaving a tip. I began to get furious at Doc and Harold at the thought of their screwing me physically once a week and financially twenty times a week. Sonsabitches!

"Hell, Sheri, I know it's true – I saw their books, and I've talked to half a dozen of their steady customers, although they don't know that yet. C'mere, honey." He motioned me to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. "I've got some news for you. You remember my phone call? It was to Doc. I was with him and Harold from four until nine tonight. We made a deal. I bought you. I gave them two hundred grand to take you over. They were not to spend it – I sort of left it in 'escrow' with them till I checked you out. But now you're mine. Whattaya think, baby? Like to work for me? The big difference will be that you charge a flat two bills, and you get a C-note per trick. It's four times as good for you and I'm satisfied. I'll net about a hundred grand offa you and in two years I'll have my money back and make money on you for about five years. The day you turn twenty-one, you're free and on your own. I only handle girls. Deal?"

I was numbed, confused, bewildered, and furious! That Doc and Harold had cheated me. That they had "sold" me when I didn't "belong" to them. That, oh hell, I was mad about everything. Did I want this deal? I didn't know. The figures – one hundred thousand dollars a year – were beautiful, and the chance to recoup and beat out Doc and Harold was intriguing. And Carl had said that my setup would be about the same – only the profit would be changed to protect the naive.

"Deal!" I stuck my hand out to him, and he shook it gravely and then held it tenderly. "Fine, that takes care of the business. Now the pleasure, boss," I said, and leaned toward him, put my arms around him, and kissed him. It began softly and gently, and then as I felt his lips part and his jaws widen, I darted my tongue into his mouth and felt the huge wetness of his tongue matching mine. His arms encircled me and held me tightly, and one hand roved down to my hips and softly patted my hard round buttocks. I let a hand drift to his lap, and the enormity of his cock as it was already aroused. We broke the clinching kiss.

"Let me undress you, Princess," he said, and his hands moved rapidly over my garments as he disrobed me very tenderly. When I stood nude before him, he eyed me up and down appraisingly, smiled and nodded, and stood up and slipped out of his clothes hastily. Carl was about six-two, two hundred and ten, and the kinky wool on his head was matched by sparse patches on his chest and crotch. What hung between his legs was something else.

"Jesus Christ, Carl! That's a beauty, all right, but we'll hafta do it like porcupines – very carefully!" I said.

"Wait'll it's fully hard, honey. Eleven and three-fourths inches long and exactly two and a quarter diameter. Never had one like that? We'll go easy. Best in the West, though and you'll learn to love it. They all do."

"O.K., I love lots of cock. But I never knew there was that much in any one package! Wheee-ew! Let me set the pace, huh, and before it's over, you'll be happy," I promised my new owner.

"Sure… we've got all night. Hell, we've got all year if necessary. One of the advantages of being the boss," he grinned. He lay back on the bed. "Help yourself, little one. But be gentle with me, I'm so delicate." We both laughed.

As I sprawled beside the massive Negro and picked up the hard tree trunk he called his cock, I noticed the huge throbbing veins that stood a full quarter inch up from the shaft. The shaft itself was a shiny black, almost as if it had been polished, and as I lifted it up closer to study it – it felt as if it weighed ten pounds – I saw that the pinkish-red coronal rim was topped by a bluish-purple head that was so enormous that I knew I'd never be able to take even a fourth of his eleven-plus inches for the simple reason that the first inch wouldn't be able to penetrate any one of my orifices. My jaws couldn't possibly stretch to accommodate its width, and as for my cunt and even tighter asshole, no way! That much cock would split me in two, tear me apart! Shit! What was I gonna do?

"Best bet would be to work on it like a harmonica or eatin' an ear of corn," I heard Carl's voice interrupt my reverie. "Grab it at each end with a tight fist and go back and forth end to end and nibble on it. Bite it gently with your teeth, and suck it hard with your lips, and bathe it all hot and wet with your tongue. It'll answer, and sit right up for you. But you got such a small mouth, I'm afraid your teeth'll scrape me raw if you try to French me regular. Oh, I do want you to eat me, though, darlin'. Suck 'em!"

I did as was told, and felt the pulsing of his mighty weapon as it responded to my caresses and mouthings, and in no time my hands were able to go only about halfway around his colossal cock, it had grown so. I didn't question his measurement figures – I could see and feel they were true.

I had heard all kinds of rumors and tales about colored gentlemen, but now I was learning firsthand. And as I went merrily up and down the length of his huge tool, I found myself wondering if I could take him inside of me. I didn't want to get hurt or have him tear me apart, but if only there were some way to have all that glistening black cock crammed up inside me, I'd be in heaven, because I loved cock more than anything in the universe, and here was more cock than I'd ever dreamed of.

My tongue braced hotly over each raised vein that responded poundingly to my wet lickings, and the rigid muscles of his massive prick stiffened even more as my lips suctioned and tugged at the shiny black surface. I let my teeth caress his meat with tender nibbles, and the stimulation of all of these gestures of mine soon had Carl moaning.

I moved up farther in the bed so that I could face his great weapon head on, and it looked from in front like a big cannon, the cock-eye staring at me avidly. The hole was as large as my little fingernail, and I could envision the torrent of jism wildly surging forth from it when I was bringing him to completion. I licked my lips at the thought of the taste of his tide of cum drowning me, and set to work on the glans with renewed enthusiasm.

At the first hot wet touch of my tongue upon the sensitive underside of his huge cockhead, his hips jerked, and the enormous cock leaped and bucked in my two-handed grip, and a happy whimper escaped his lips. His eager response to my Frenching was gratifying, and I set to work on him with the sole mind-searing idea of satisfying him like he had never before known. Somehow, some way, I was going to get all of his black club in me, if it killed me!

I yawned wide and slid my spit-slick lips over the head that reared before me. As I felt my teeth scrape just a bit on the purple skin of his glans, Carl's hands seized the back of my head and tugged me further down onto it. It felt as if the skin would split at the corners of my mouth as he fiercely and savagely thrust his cock into my baby mouth. Then, with a little "plop", the head was inside my mouth, and I could feel the rhythmic pound of his pulse against my cheek linings and the fiery heat of his contact as his cockhead filled my jaws to stretching.

He lay still then, and I rested a moment, trying to catch my breath and get used to having such a mouthful of wonderful big black cock. Actually, I was trapped, for the flare of his rim was so vast that I couldn't have opened my jaws to get his meat out of my face if I'd have tried. But I wasn't trying to get it out – I was trying to find some way to get my tongue free so I could fuck it and lave his delicious tool to orgasm. The thought of this much cock in me, even if only in my mouth so far, made me drool, and I forced my little red tongue sideways, back and forth, across the exquisitely slick underside of his glans that crammed me to the utmost. I could immediately feel his answering touch as he petted and stroked my head and crooned soft words of happiness as I laved his cock vigorously.