My name is Elaine Mitchell, but because of my red hair, fair
skin, and freckles I’ve been called Speck since grade
school. Some loud-mouth boy called me that one day on the
playground and it stuck ever since. My deceased husband was
the only person, except my parents, who called me Elaine.
I’m twenty-six years old. In spite of my freckles most men
think I’m pretty. I’m also in a small package only being
five feet four inches tall.
The room was small. Maybe ten feet by seven feet. Just
enough room for the bed, a small table, and one straight
chair. There was a small closet to hang my street clothes.
On the table was a variety of packaged condoms. There was
also a small bathroom with a shower. Also in the bathroom
was a cabinet which held mouthwash, toothbrush, soap, wash
cloths, fleet enemas, and douches. A plug-in deodorizer and
the spray did little to overcome the scent of raw sex.
The small cramped room was a perfect whore’s cubby. I spent
a lot of my time on the bed in that room or one of the
others just like it. Come on boys. Three holes and no
waiting.
Yes, folks, I'm a black man's white whore - and loving it!
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