Holly Hope - Slut girl

His hips thrust gently and slowly – not to get more cock into my mouth, but just to rub and sway what was already packed inside my head. "Oh God, that's lovely, little Sheri," I heard him whisper hoarsely. "There's nothin' in life better'n fuckin' little white girls, and you're the best, my darlin', the best ever. Yeaaaah! Oooh, that tongue of yours is so hot, so naughty, so wild! Keep it up baby doll, keep it up. I'm gonna blow your tonsils out in about ten seconds, honey, so hang on yes tight there more and faster yeah, get it love get it nooooow!" And then he came – rich and thick and hot and my head rocked under the impact of his balls unloading the mightiest stream of cum I had ever tasted. It shot forth and blasted the back of my mouth, rocketed down into my throat, and no matter how fast I gulped and swallowed, each wave was followed by another spurt bigger than the last, till I thought I'd either drown in his cum or my belly would overflow and it would back up on me. I chewed with my jaws and teeth, and the abrasion milked another jet from his loins, and then Carl was lying back, panting.

Between the momentary limpening of his cock, and the awesome mouthful of slick and slimy cum that paved my cheeks and lips, he was able, with a mighty tug, to withdraw his glans from my face. I rubbed under my ears where my jaws were aching from their enormous straining and stretching, and licked my lips to get every last molecule of his thick jism. It was different – sweetish, rather than the acid-salt taste that mast men have. I looked up at my big black lover and asked him about that.

"Do blacks have different cum? That tasted so good and sweet, instead of salty, Carl?"

"No, honey, niggers – and don't be afraid to say that word – hell, you can call me anything, as long as you call me when you want sex. Naw, sperm is sperm, black, white, or plaid. But I'm sterile, y'see. I had a vasectomy, and if a guy's sterile, the salty taste goes away. At least, that is what a lot of expert female cocksuckers tell me. I wouldn't know – I've never sucked any cocks!" he laughed. "But as long as you liked it, who cares? Goddam, you are lovely Sheri. Hope you're not too little. But I brought a little something along that might help, in case we have a lot of difficulty. But no hurry, honey – we've got all the time in the world, right?"

"Are all blacks built like you, Carl?" I asked naively.

"Hell, no, I'm the king of cocksmen. Leastwise, I've never known one to be better. Lots of your customers'll be blacks from now on, although I've got rich clients in all colors and shapes and sizes. The main thing most of my customers want is a tight cunt. That you've got, I heard, and I'm sure it's true. A tight cunt makes a man feel bigger and stronger, and king for a night, and that inflates the male ego. Me, I don't need any ego-inflation, I know I'm the biggest and best."

"Any gal that wants or needs more cock than yours," I grinned, "would have to marry a horse."

"Hell, I've got one gal that fucks a horse – a Shetland pony, really. She gets two hundred a trip. She lays back over a barrel, and we guide the meat up in her. She's had her insides all out for years, and her cunt's been stretched out since she was a teenybopper – an ordinary man couldn't touch sides or bottom in it. She'd be outa business if it weren't for those exhibitions she puts on. She says I'm the only guy she's met who can do her any good, so naturally I never pay for it – just stop by every couple of weeks and do the bitch a favor. She says she masturbates with a two-quart thermos bottle, and I believe her. I can stick my fist up in her past my wristwatch, and that is too much. But she brings her money to me – my half, that is, and she keeps fairly busy, so I can't gripe."

"How many girls working for you, Carl?" I asked.

"I have seven now, including you. I was actually recruiting here in Phoenix when I came here. Combines business and pleasure in one trip. Four of my chicks are in L.A. and the others are here in Phoenix. Where would you rather work, Sheri? I figured keepin' ya here in Phoenix, since you have a pretty steady clientele already built up. O.K.?"

"Sure. Hell, I'll make you plenty in this town. Burns my ass to think how Harold and Doc cheated me for a whole year."

"Forget it. You've been a loser all your life – I know your whole history." He snorted and laughed. "Funny thing – most whores figger that when they're fuckin' niggers, they're at the bottom of the line. With you, you're just startin' to get ahead and maize money. For the first time in your silly life you're not a loser." He had gotten up and poured us a couple of drinks. "Well, here's to sex and prosperity."

I gladly drank to that. Then I asked what was on the program for the rest of the night – what would he like to do?

"I'd love to fuck you right now, nonstop for hours, Sheri, but I got to thinkin' – if I stretch you all out of shape and maybe tear you up inside, I've blown a two hundred thousand dollar investment. But I'll be damned if I can leave you alone. I think we can combine both – the fuckin' and the tightness of your baby cunt. C'mere."

I obediently went over to him and he lay me on the bed with my heels hooked on the edge of the mattress and my head centered on the middle of the bed. With my ass on the lip of the bed and my knees hiked up and spread wide, he knelt before me.

"Kee-rist! That has got to be the tiniest and tightest little pink cunt I've ever seen on a gal that loves to fuck like you do, angel!" I felt the drops of juice trickle out of my hairline crack and down the crease of my ass as his soft gentle hands stroked slowly up and down the entrance of my pussy. He flicked my clitoris a couple of times and saw my hips buck and twitch as the exquisite electric thrills began to surge through me. He smiled.

"Just a second, darling. You're gettin' hot, and that's good. I'm always hot. I was gonna eat you up, but I don't think I dare right now. I'd get so Goddam carried away with it that I might bite your cunt right out of your body and chew it up and swallow it. I did that once, and the bitch like to bled to death. Ruined her for fuckin', too." I wondered if he was kidding me, and then he arose and went over to his coat that hung on the back of a chair. He came back immediately with a shiny chrome instrument in his hand, and when I asked what that was for, he said it was a dilator, an instrument used by physicians to enlarge an opening.

"Lotsa girls just use a dozen carrots, graduated in size, and keep ramming and punching away until they can keep takin' bigger and bigger ones, but this is more scientific. Here, I've been holdin' it in my hands, the metal parts are warm, and now I'll just put this little rod inside your sweet pussy. There. See, no pain, you can hardly feel anything, right?" When I nodded agreement, he twisted the handle of the instrument, and I could feel the rod open up and fill my cunt more. He didn't push it farther in, it just expanded in diameter, and it didn't hurt at all. Felt kinda funny and different was all.

Then he pushed gently until about six inches of the metal was up in my, snatch and then twisted the handle again, and I could feel another swelling inside my vagina. It felt like a man had put it in soft, and then it grew hard and big inside me. It felt good, and then as he turned the knob again, I could feel the slow swelling pressure of my cunt walls giving ground to the thick invader. It still didn't hurt – just felt like I was stuffed and overfull. One more turn, and Carl had my cunt walls so distended that my thigh muscles were being strained, and I asked him to stop.

"Hell, we're halfway there now, so let's rest." He withdrew the instrument, and it felt so wonderful coming out, all that thick hardness stroking my linings and reminding me of a massive fuck, that I looked down at his colossal cock and wished that I could have it in me now!