101 EROTICA STORIES (165 page)

Sally went to her job at the diner, and her co-workers, all women, looked at her in silence and some shaking their heads. Sally prepared for her job as best she could, and covered up those bruises, but to no avail. People who she was serving that day tried asking her what happened, but she was just silent, and tried to respond with fake smiles. Finally, one of her co-workers, Edna, took the initiative to ask her what really happened.

“Rough night?”, said the lesbian Edna.

“Yeah. Sorry you had to notice”, responded Sally.

“Listen, you don’t have to do this, you can find other jobs”, suggested Edna.

“I’ll always be a whore in this damn city”, said Sally, her eyes still empty.

Edna went silent after that, feeling all sorts of sorry for Sally who had seemingly given up hope in life and even embraced her being a whore. But Edna was right, there are other jobs. There are other ways. But Sally knew better. She knew that her life as a whore will follow her wherever she would go. Plus the fact that she owes her pimp some serious cash, she knew she couldn’t just run away. She was broken inside and out. The once bright student is now some dimly lit whore whose day job pays her not as much as her night job.

Sally went back to cleaning the diner counter, while a man in a hoodie got inside and ordered a coffee. This man was looking extensively at Sally, and then he quipped:

“I know you. Oh shit, you’re from 2 days ago, right?”

Sally suddenly looked at the man’s face, and she noticed that it was the man from 3 nights ago, who brought her from Salvation Alley to a decent enough motel at the outskirts of Holt. She stared at him with those blank eyes, and remembered vividly what occurred that night.

This man had a fetish, he was a masochist. He had picked up Sally from Salvation Alley upon advice from a friend. When he got there, he saw Sally, the prettiest of the bunch of other whores.

That man went shyly to Sally and offered her a bundle of cash, no questions asked, and said:

“I’ll bring you to a motel.”

And so he did. Sally was treated with rare gentleman manners by this man, as she sat on the bed and prepared herself. The man went to the bathroom, and upon going out, had a brief case with him.

Sally was curious, and even thought that this man might be some serial killer or a modern “Jack the Ripper”. But the man opened the brief case and revealed sadomasochist stuff, and Sally was relieved.

Sally put on the dominatrix suit, her tight ass fitting well, and her breasts hanging out. The man proceeded to put the little red ball all sadomasochists love, but before doing so, told Sally:

“Go easy on me, just spank and spank, and suck me all you want.”

So Sally did. She proceeded to spank the man as he grimaced in pain and screamed with pleasure. Sally’s breasts juggled beautifully as she spanked that man’s ass, and she even tried to touch herself, but her fingers somehow can’t fully fit inside that tight leather suit. She then put the man’s face in front of her crotch, and she removed the leather suit, and the man proceeded to lick her, still kneeling in front of her, his hands tied behind him. The man actually licked Sally’s pussy good, but that wasn’t enough to feel true pleasure for Sally. Next, Sally but a dildo the man brought and put it inside her, and stroked it in and out but still, none. The man then got anxious, and said:

“Do me, not you. Let me fuck you later, ‘kay”

Sally pleasured the man once more with the sadistic tools the man brought. The man’s cock came dangling out after Sally unzipped the leather suit of the man, and she spanked it too. As she wrapped the leather spanker around the man’s cock, she started sucking his balls, and went to the shaft, before playing with the man’s dickhead with her tongue. Her saliva promptly surrounded the man’s junk before she inserted in herself. The sadist was hard in fucking Sally, he wanted her to scream, and that’s what he screamed at her:

“Shout, bitch! Yeaaaahhh!”, said the man while fucking Sally.

Sally let out fake shouts for his now satisfied customer, and at one instant she did truly shout because the man was really hard in thrusting himself in Sally.

The man came inside Sally, and she thought it good that she was following her pills.

All those memories came rushing back Sally’s head while she was cleaning the counter and serving that man some coffee in the diner where she worked that day. This was one of the unfortunate truths Sally had to experience: to see her clients in their everyday activities, like they didn’t do anything dirty or perverse while they were together.

The man left the diner, gave Sally a twenty dollar tip, which prompted one of the waitresses to comment if that was some ex-boyfriend of Sally.

Sally just grinned, although still with those empty eyes.

That night, she returned to Salvation Alley. Her pimp was waiting for her, and upon seeing her, shouted:

“Yo Sally! You got the dough you owe me?”

Sally kept quiet, and just responded: “Not now. Tomorrow, maybe”, with an expressionless face.

“Fucking tomorrow? I need it tonight, bitch”, said the pimp.

He added: “hey Sally, I’ll give you that tomorrow of yours. I’m feeling kinda down today, could you turn around gimme 5 minutes?”.

Sally bent over by the fence at the edge of Salvation Alley, where there was no light. The pimp unbuttoned his shirt and removed his belt, and then his pants.

He fucked her then and there. Sally put down her short shorts and her panties and opened up herself to the pimp. She opened her ass up and there her pussy was revealed, feeling still less than excited.

The man put his dick up against her vulva and tried to play with it, rubbing it up and down Sally’s below the belt lips. Unlike some of the men whom she lately pleasured, this pimp of hers gave Sally a little tingle down there, if only but a moment. The rubbing of that hard and respectable cock made Sally bite her lips, getting her quite wet in the process.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you. I know exactly what you like you bitch”, whispered the pimp to Sally as she was spreading her legs more and more to accept that hugely growing dick. Sally was getting wetter by the second and she wanted the pimp bad. Her face started to cringe more, and her wet pussy started to drip down to her panties which was on her ankles already.

“Come inside, please”, begged Sally to her pimp. The pimp was good at treating his whores in the sack, and he was also quick to pay them quite well when they do a good job for the customers. This time though, Sally was the one treating the pimp herself.

“Yeah, baby, I’ll come inside you reaaaalll good”, exclaimed the pimp, who was putting his dickhead inside Sally’s very wet pussy.

For every thrust in and out of that big hard cock of the pimp inside Sally, Sally cringed and let out brief gasps of satisfied screams. The ooohhhs and aaahhhs could be heard from the next block, but people around there was used to that, as if it was a sound from a car passing through or a guy coughing from across the street. Salvation Alley was always the avenue for both pain and pleasure, and tonight was no different.

The pimp thrusted harder and harder inside Sally, and Sally screamed and screamed with ecstasy as she, for the first time in months, came, her wet pussy dripping more and more, and her cum joyfully exploding on the pimp’s genitals and his crotch.

The pimp was done too, and his cum was evidently coming outside Sally’s vagina, the white sticky substance full inside her.

“Congratulations, bitch. I was worked up I wouldn’t have to egg you on that cash you owe me tonight”, whispered the pimp, who fixed his pants up and left Sally who was still bended over, not caring who would see her revealed ass and her still wet vagina. For a few seconds, she was still exhaling, until she mustered up and fixed herself for the next customer, who was right there waiting for his turn.

“All yours, Bob”, said the pimp to the man who was next in ravaging Sally.

The man was actually standing there and was watching Sally and her pimp do their thing for well over 5 minutes. Sally didn’t notice him as he walked sleekly to Salvation Alley looking for her, and exactly her. By the time Sally fixed herself up to meet the man, the man was still quiet, more silent than the wind, staring at Sally’s empty eyes.

“Would you mind cleaning yourself a bit, maybe taking a shower or something. I’ll bring you to a nice little hotel and you could clean yourself there”, said the man, his face covered by the shadows of Salvation Alley.

Sally tried to recognize the face that was asking for her to clean up, but the shadows still blocked her from getting a good view. So, as with her yessir demeanor, she obligingly nodded and the man hailed a taxi cab, and he brought Sally to a nice enough hotel not far from the Alley.

Sally was a bit anxious, the hotel was quite good to look at, not the grandest in Holt but anyone can agree that it was a really good looking hotel, in and out. She was also confused, as it was practically her first time that any man, client, relative, or whatever man for that matter, had brought her to that kind of a fancy spot. And in a rare move for Sally, she asked her client:

“Why are we here?”

The man stood quiet there, as he just rang for the bell at the concierge, asked for their room and waived his hands, offering Sally the way to the room.

Room 301. That was where they were headed. Sally looked at the room numbers liked a small little girl, it was nice to see, for the first time in her life, an actual decent enough looking room number, she said to herself. All those times in Holt and all she got were upside down 6’s and 9’s, and sometimes, her room didn’t even have a door for a room number to be plastered on.

When they proceeded inside, the man requested for Sally to clean herself up once more, and looked for the towels and the bath robes inside the room. This was kind of the man, thought Sally, and even went as far as to think that maybe this client of hers was a first-timer in this business.