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.
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.
“Speck, you ready to go to work?” I heard Leon, my pimp, call from the ground floor of
the two story building. Leon is black, he’s big, tough, and he’s nobody to fool around
with. He loves to fight almost as much as he loves to fuck which is considerable. I told
Leon that I needed another five minutes to finish dressing for callers.
Dressing actually meant undressing and putting on a teddy or a long tailed shirt or some
other abbreviated attire. My customers usually didn’t care what I had on as long as they
could get it off pretty quickly. After getting the gauzy see-through robe on I checked
to make sure the lubricant was in the drawer of the bedside table. I learned early-on to
have it handy. Leon’s customer base was all black and always hot to trot. Foreplay wasn’t
going to happen nor was it expected.
“Speck, you got two gentlemen waiting on you. Get a move on!” Leon yelled up the stairs.
I told him to send them on up. Taking on two men at a time was my specialty. There weren’t
many petite red-headed white women who could make that claim. As a result I was always in
demand.
So how did a small fair-skin widow with a good education end up working in a whorehouse
for black men? Since this is a payday Friday, I’ll be busy until late, but when I get
through with my black studs I’ll tell you my story.
***
It’s a little after two o’clock in the morning and finally I get a break. While I’ve
been entertaining clients I’ve been trying to figure out just where to start. I decided to
skip the early years and get right to where it really began.
I met Jason Banning at a sorority function my junior year of college. Until that time I
had been a good girl. A very good girl. Actually I was a prude, raised by prudes in a
puritan town. My father was a school teacher and my mother kept house and taught Sunday
school.
Until I met Jason, I kept impure thoughts safely tucked away in a dark recess part of my
brain, but Jason discovered them and brought every one of them out into the light of day.
All the evil thoughts I had and the ones he planted. He seemed to know just what to say
and just what to do to turn me on.
He took my virginity in his dorm room on our fourth date. Actually that’s unfair. He
didn’t take it, I gave it to him gladly. There, in that messy and smelly dorm room, I
discovered I liked sex and I liked it a lot. I was eager to learn and Jason was eager to
teach me.
For a while my school work suffered because of this new found wonderful thing called sex.
I cut my workload back so that I could spend more time with Jason. I’ll give the devil
his due. Jason was a good instructor. He taught me about birth control and showed me how
to get on birth control and a host of other wonderful things about my body and about sex.
Jason taught me the joy of oral sex and a short while later the joy of anal sex and much
more. He used adult videos as a teaching guide. Until then I had never even seen an
R-rated movie and suddenly there were no secrets about a man and a maid.
I’ll never forget the first time Jason performed oral sex on me. After the initial
revulsion, it was great. It wasn’t long before he had me reciprocating and giving him
head. I found out that I could actually get off sucking on his cock. Yeah, I learned a new
vocabulary too. The clinical names I had been taught to use were words of the past. Pussy,
cunt, cock and dick became common names. Jason insisted on me using the forbidden word,
‘fuck’.
Jason also insisted that as “his woman”, I had to change my way of dressing. Gone were my
ultra-conservative clothes. It took a while for me to get comfortable with my new look.
Also, he said my old underwear had to go. My plain cotton bras and panties were trashed
and new risqué undies were bought. Jason insisted I wear the nearly invisible bras,
when he let me wear a bra at all. That took a lot of getting used to.
My breasts are fairly large, thirty-two C, and when I’m not wearing a bra I feel
self-conscious with the bounce and sway of my unfettered breasts. Also, my nipples are
large and could easily be seen through any shirt or blouse, let alone the shear things
Jason wanted me to wear.
Also, I had a lot of trouble getting used to Jason’s public displays of affection. It
didn’t make a bit of difference to him where we might be. If he wanted to grope me or kiss
me, he did.
Between my junior and senior year I took a summer job near the campus. The reason was
twofold. I wanted to ease the financial burden from my folks, but more importantly I
wanted to stay close to Jason. I had became a sex junkie. Frankly, I couldn’t get enough
of it. I was willing to do anything Jason even hinted at to make him happy and to give
myself an orgasm.
It was that summer that Jason introduced me to group sex. Oh, he was cunning and clever
with it, and I was involved almost before I knew it. He led me gently to that steep and
slippery slope.
On the banks of Crimson Lake there was a place that college students went to get away
from prying eyes. The cops never bothered to patrol that area. One Friday evening several
of our friends went to the lake to unwind from the hard workweek. I say our friends, but
they actually were more Jason’s friends then mine. I was taken into his circle of friends,
because the few friends I had didn’t like the new slutty Elaine or Speck.
Something else I discovered after meeting Jason was beer and pot. Two more things that
were strictly forbidden in my home and for the most part, in my hometown. Both sinful
things were only spoken about in whispers, if at all.
That night at the lake, Jason brought both beer and pot and I, being a good follower,
drank the beer and smoked the pot. While I didn’t need either to get horny, pot always
cranked me up big time, so I didn’t object when Jason felt me up in front of his friends.
I only offered token resistance when he unbuttoned my shirt and played with my bare
breasts. We were sitting on an old picnic table.
In all honesty, I kind of liked displaying my goodies to the other guys. There was
something so naughty about it. Having my tits played with in front of the other boys had
me reeling and I didn’t notice that most of the others had left. I didn’t pay much
attention when one of the boys got a blanket and spread it on the table.
Jason completely removed my shirt and was sucking on my hard nipples. It wasn’t until I
realized there were other hands on my boobs that I realized something was totally
different. I felt someone pulling my shorts off and I struggled to sit up.
“Relax, Speck,” Jason whispered in my ear. “Go with the flow, babe.” He pushed me back
down on the blanket covered table top. Someone pushed my legs apart and I felt fingers
toying with my pussy. Suddenly I felt lips on my pussy and a tongue licking my clitoris. I
was unable to offer any other resistance from that moment on.
There were four guys including Jason there. Jason encouraged the other three to fuck me
while he watched. Somebody’s portable radio was playing rock music. The combination of
beer, pot, and rock and roll was too much. I surrendered to lust and I participated in the
sex with everything I could manage. There was a kaleidoscope of sex and I was only vaguely
aware that Jason was telling me and the men what to do. It was like he was directing the
action.
A couple of times Jason or one of the guys would shotgun me with pot smoke. I had gotten
use to Jason covering my mouth and blowing the intoxicating smoke into my lungs. I think I
liked it best that way. Intimate and stimulating at the same time.
I don’t know how long we were at the lake, but it was several hours of non-stop sex. They
took me in every conceivable position. Being doubled was a first and again in the spirit
of honesty, I’ll confess I like the double fuck. In fact there was nothing about the night
I didn’t like.
Jason got me into group sex nearly once a week that summer. Whenever and where ever we
could manage it. One of his friends was a black guy named Gene. Gene was a frequent lover
that summer.
Gene was different and not just in skin hue. He was larger in the cock department and he
was rougher then the others. He took, he demanded, and he got what he wanted. Every time
Gene fucked me was a new experience.
Early the next school year Jason and Gene moved off campus into an apartment over a
garage. Their landlord was an older black guy by the name of Alfred Collins. It didn’t
take but a couple of weeks for Jason to get the old man involved in sex with me.
I didn’t find out until much later that it was how Jason and Gene paid their rent. Even
after I found out, it didn’t matter all that much to me. I was caught up in the sex games.
Mister Collins was nice and he was clean. Two very important things for me. The first
time Jason invited Mister Collins to share me, I think we both were too nervous to enjoy
it much, but things got a lot better after that first time. Mister Collins had a huge
cock. It was the biggest I had ever seen including the dirty movies Jason showed me.
Thinking back on it Jason seemed to get a real thrill watching the old black man fuck me.
It was the same when Gene fucked me. Seeing his white girlfriend getting serviced by black
men really set him off.
One afternoon Mister Collins asked me if he could take some pictures of me. At first I
said no, but Jason told me to go ahead. Of course I did as Jason said and Mister Collins
proved to be a good amateur photographer. He had a small studio set up in his house.
It started slow with me posing in teasing shots. Then to topless and finally full frontal
nudes. I was comfortable being naked with Mister Collins because by that time he had
already fucked me a lot.
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