Tava changed and re-changed her mind a dozen times on the half hour drive to Grant
City. Prostitution was never something she had ever considered before her current
troubles. It flew in the face of her upbringing and her sense of morality, but she knew
there was no other option. All the other second jobs didn’t produce enough income to be of
any help with her dilemma. Now she was going to sell the only commodity she had left - her
body. She was honest enough with herself to know she had a good body. She carried a lot of
curves on her five feet seven inch frame. Even the low-life ex-husband acknowledged that
she was hot in every sense of the word. Her breasts were thirty-six double D with long
nipples. Her long nipples had been a constant source of embarrassment to her since junior
high. Even the tiniest bit of sexual excitement and they would be visible even through her
bra. Most of the time she put extras padding in the bra to hide her nipples. Not so this
night. She wore her thinnest bra and briefest thong.
She found the address after only a couple mistakes. She became a little nervous when
she transited from a nice neighborhood into one not so nice. She checked the number beside
the door with her directions, parked on the street, and got out of her car. She considered
locking it but decided against it. If someone was crazy enough to steal the shitty old
thing there was nothing she could do about it and she didn’t want to replace a window.
“You Tava?” the man opening the door asked. She admitted that she was and asked if
he was Martin Ward. “No, he’s inside waiting on you. Come on in.” The man was a large
heavyset black man. He was taller by several inches than Tava and he was heavier by far.
He was built like a tree stump. Tava followed him down a hallway to a closed door. The man
knocked and opened the door and motioned for her to enter.
“I’m Martin Ward,” the man sitting behind a large desk said. “Have a seat, Tava
Grant. Is that your real name?” She told him it was. “You live in Oak Grove?” She again
admitted that it was true. “From now on do not give anyone your last name or where you
live. Lie, if you have to.” The phone rang and he answered it giving her a moment to study
him.
Martin Ward was somewhere in his mid to late forties. Not exactly white, more of a
light pink color. He was bald on the top of his head with a ring of graying hair around
the edges. His head was nearly round. Tava concluded that Martin Ward was chubby even
though she couldn’t see much of him.
“Sorry about that,” he said after hanging up. “I have a girl who usually answers the
phone but she’s away for a while. Tell me about Tava Grant.”
“Not a whole lot to tell,” she said. “I’m twenty six, single and broke. My
ex-husband left me with a lot of debt so I need money to get out of debt. I’m employed,
but I don’t make enough to pay everything that needs to be paid. So here I am.”
“I’ve been there,” he said smiling at her. “Not much fun being down and out, is it?
You think being a call girl will make enough to get you out of trouble?”
“I sure hope so, because I’m at my wits end. I don’t have anything left to sell or
pawn. I need another five or six hundred dollars a month to keep up with the payments.”
“If I can use you at all you’ll make a great deal more than that,” Ward said. “Let
me tell you a little about my operation. It’s a supply and demand situation. Men demand
women and I supply the women. Some of my clientele are black businessmen who want some
white nookie. I hope you don’t have any race hang-ups. Ever had a black man?”
“No sir,” she admitted. “I got married right out of college.”
“Lack of opportunity then?” he inquired. “Not racial?”
“I don’t think I’m a racist. My ex-husband was, so we didn’t have any black
friends.”
“I see. Do you like sex, Tava?” he asked bluntly.
“Yes I do,” she answered quickly. “Or at least I used to. It’s been a while for me.
After the divorce I became celibate.” She paused then continued. “I didn’t think liking
sex was necessary for a prostitute.”
“It’s not, Tava,” he answered her. “Only the best like what they do, and I only hire
the best. Is there anything you absolutely won’t do?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Oral sex?” he said. “Suck a man off and swallow his cum? Can you take an ass
fucking? How about group sex? Ever had two men at once?”
“Yes, I’ve had a threesome a few times. My husband and a couple of his friends did
me. Oral sex, I love. Both giving and receiving. Frankly, I’m not wild about anal sex, but
I can do it, if it’s necessary.”
“What’s the biggest cock you’ve had?” Tava held her hands up about six inches apart.
Martin Ward smiled. “Okay that’s the low side of average of my clients. How about women?
Ever made it with a chick?”
“No,” she answered hesitantly. “Not really. A girlfriend in high school licked me
one time while at a sleep-over. We both were a little drunk on her father’s whiskey.
Nothing ever came of it.”
“Did you like it?”
“Truthfully I don’t know if I did or not. Like I said, we both were drunk. Later she
denied that it ever happened and I let it go. Do you have women clients, too?”
“Sometimes. Mostly it’s clients just wanting a show with a couple of girls. It’s up
to you. Some of my girls do, some don’t. I need to know before I put you in a position of
having to eat pussy. What do you say?”
“I really don’t know,” Tava answered slowly. “The idea of having sex with a woman
doesn’t give me cold chills or make me sick. I guess under the right conditions I might.”
“Okay, we’ll address that subject another time. Aside from the money why do you want
to be a whore?”
“There is no ‘aside from the money,” Tava countered. “I’m just doing what I have to
do.”
“Fair enough,” he said slapping the desk top. “Are you ready to get started?” She
nodded after a brief hesitation. “Good.” He got up and confirmed her idea of him being
chubby. In fact he was almost round. He led her out of the room and down the hall to
another room. “There are two types of whores,” he said pausing at the door. “Well, more
than two types, I guess, but what I am talking about is kissing. There are those that do
and those that won’t kiss a client under any circumstances. Are you a kisser?”
“I like to kiss,” she answered. “Is it important?”
“No, not very important. Some ladies feel that kissing is too personal. It doesn’t
make a lot of sense to me that a woman will suck a man’s cock, but not his tongue, but I
honor their personal preference. My recommendation is not to make a big deal out of it if
you choose not to do so.” He opened the door and they went in. It was a bedroom but
nothing like she had ever seen. Someone had decorated it in red, orange and black. The
walls were bright red, the carpet black. The bedspread was a dark orange. The red walls
were decorated with a lot of photographs of men and women engaged in a diversity of sexual
activities. There was a mirror on the ceiling and a large mirror on one wall beside the
large king size bed. “Yeah, it ain’t very subtle is it?” Martin said laughing at her
expression. “I’m going to sit over here. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable.” When
she looked puzzled he added, “Strip naked, Tava Grant. Show me what you got, honey.”
Suddenly her heart started beating faster. She had considered that she would have to
perform sexually, but now the realization struck her forcefully. Until Martin Ward told
her to strip, the whole thing had been just a concept; something to be investigated, to be
considered. Now it was about to all become a reality. She was standing at the threshold of
becoming a prostitute.
“Take your time, sugar,” the man said. “We have a while.” Her hand hovered at the
top button of her shirt. She closed her eyes and pretended that she was someone else. She
was not Tava Grant, nice girl. She was Tava…she tried to think of another last name, but
her mind was a blank. Her trembling fingers undid the top button and a second one.
Suddenly she was aware that her underwear was plain. She had not bought new under
things in a long while. She managed to remove the shirt and she quickly took the ugly
white bra off letting her large breasts spill out for Martin to gaze at. She slipped her
pants off taking her panties with them because she couldn’t remember if they had holes in
them or not.
“Nice rack, Tava,” the chubby man commented, his gaze locked on them. “Nice fat
tits. You’ll need to get that bush trimmed or completely removed before you get into the
trade. Most men don’t care for a full bush. Turn around and let me see your ass.” Tava
slowly turned and showed him her backside. “Yeah, nice ass, too. Lay down on the bed and
spread your legs. Show ol’ Martin some pink.”
She sat down on the bed and was only mildly surprised to discover it was a waterbed.
Showing some pink didn’t need to be explained, but she felt a strange feeling as she
pulled her legs back and open. It was a mixed feeling of embarrassment and a weird thrill
at the same time. She could feel Martin Ward’s hot eyes staring at her.
“That’s the way,” the man said softly. “Peel your cunt lips back and let me look
inside you. Good, I can see that you’re wet.” She had been wet since entering the place,
she thought. In fact, her pussy had been tingling ever since she started thinking about
becoming a call-girl. “Play with your clit, girl. Get yourself ready for some fucking.”
“I’m ready,” she moaned, using her finger to tease her clitoris. “Come on and get
some.”
“Not me,” Ward said with a chuckle. “I’m not allowed to touch you girls. My wife
would have my balls, and since I’ve grown attached to them…” He laughed again. “No dear,
Stick will come in and fuck you. He doesn’t have a wife.” The door opened and the short
stubby black man who had admitted her walked in. He was naked and while that caught her
attention it was only briefly. Her attention was drawn to his cock. It was massive and
jutted out before him like an African warrior’s spear.
“Oh, you like what you see?” Stick asked with a smile. “You will come to know it
very well, indeed.” Tava’s legs had fallen back onto the bed and Stick pushed them back
up and spread open. “What a nice looking pussy.” He got to his knees and put his lips on
her pussy. He stuck his tongue into it as far as it would go. “And it tastes as good as it
looks,” he said raising his great bald head. He lowered it again and licked her to a
small, but nice orgasm.
“She’s hot to trot, Mr. Ward,” the black man said. “I think it’s time to put the
meat to her.”
“Yeah, Stick, go ahead and fuck her. Give it to her good. Make her squeal.”
Martin Ward got his wish. Tava squealed long and loud when the big black man shoved
his cock in her seldom used pussy. After Stick erupted in her, filling her pussy with
cum, she was glad she had kept using the birth control pills after her husband left her.
She lay still on the bed after the big black man had come, basking in the glow of
her many orgasms. She was thinking that Stick wasn’t much to look at, but he sure knew his
way around a bed. Stick lay beside her and it surprised her that his hand was lightly
rubbing her belly. Surely he was through. This was the time that hubby always went to
sleep.
“You’re a good fuck, Tava,” Stick said bringing his hand up to caress her breast.
Her nipple instantly went right back to being hard. Stick rolled over and sucked her stiff
nipple into his mouth, causing her to shudder. She raised her head and saw to her
amazement that Stick’s black cock wasn’t soft and flaccid. It was still standing up. She
glanced over to where Martin Ward had been sitting and saw that the chair was vacant. She
hadn’t been aware that he had left the room.
“He’ll be back,” Stick said. “He went to see how Cora was likin’ the show.” Tava
took his hard member in her hand and gave it a couple of strokes. She asked him to
explain. “Cora is Martin’s wife,” Stick said. “She’s been watching through the big mirror
over there. Cora has the final say on who gets hired, but I’ll bet she likes you.” He put
his thick finger on her throbbing clitoris causing her to jerk. “Bet you a hundred bucks,
she comes in pretty soon.” He had no more than said it and it happened. The door swung
open and a tall stunning woman came into the room. Martin Ward followed her in.
“Hi, Tava,” the woman said. “I’m Cora. I could see that you liked Stick’s big cock.
Ready for some more?” Tava was embarrassed being seen naked on a bed with a black man’s
fingers in her pussy. She didn’t know how to respond to the woman’s question.
“Dog fuck her, Stick,” the red-head said. Tava didn’t resist when Stick rolled her
over to her knees. Tava did exactly as the man said and when she looked up again she was
facing the foot of the bed. Also she was facing the woman. Tava moaned when Stick slipped
his cock in her cum filled pussy. He felt even bigger in that position.
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