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In da Gheto
by Wolf1 (no address provided)
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A pretty snobbish teenage rich bitch takes a wrong turn
into a neighborhood best not entered and is forced to
fuck if she ever wants to leave. (M+/F-teen, forced,
prost, intr)
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The hobo had been hanging around the junction most of
the day. Dubbed 'Squeek' by his friends he had been
living off the streets most of his adult life, earning a
buck where he could. Handing out newspapers and washing
windscreens for tips wasn't bad work but it was getting
late into the afternoon. He was getting hungry and
needed a meal and a bottle badly. Maybe even a dollar
suck from one of the crack whores on his block.
Rattling his change bag Squeek grinned to himself. Yeah.
Another hour of this shit and he would head over to the
soup kitchen on the corner of Brooksdale for a bite to
eat. The roads were quiet anyway and business had dried
up. The sound of a powerful engine approaching fast
filled the air and he turned just in time to see a red
sports car zip around the corner. Braking hard at the
lights light trails of smoke came off the thick tires.
Squeek whistled.
It was a nice, new looking convertible but his attention
was trained more on the occupant; a young white girl.
She was in her late teens and extremely pretty, 'Britney
Spears' blasting over her radio as she chatted
enthusiastically into a tiny, pink mobile phone. All but
ignoring the watching black man as he picked up his
bucket and wiper and walked towards the car.
She had long, dark hair that tumbled down her back and a
fresh, sweet look about her. 'Cute' Squeek thought. Even
from outside the car it was obvious she had an athletic
body. His horny eyes rolled down her slender neck and
over her round, big tits, displayed in a tight red
sweater. A selection of bangles hung around her slight
wrist and a pair of designer sunglasses sat up on her
forehead. She was dressed like she had money. Probably a
rich daddy back home.
Squeek was just about to dip his wiper when the car's
horn blew. His mind had been wondering and the shock
nearly gave him a heart attack.
'Get the fuck out of here!' the girl snapped in a light,
pretty voice tinged with such venom that it took him
completely by surprise. .'..and get a job loser' she
added, forcing Squeek to hobble out of the way as she
revved her engine angrily at him.
'Holy shit!' Squeek gasped, stumbling and dropping his
bucket, water splashing over his already dirty jeans. He
turned back as she scowled at him and set off, leaving
burnt patches on the road behind her. The convertible
virtually flew, engine roaring up the road towards the
city centre. Still surprised the hobo's eyes followed,
shaking his head to himself. Then, as the car approached
the intersection it stopped suddenly and paused, before
dangerously swerving down the exit. Squeek smiled to
himself.
'Dat's da hood your heading into there Missy,' he
whispered. 'Best watch yo'self.'
Sarah was late. It was already three thirty and she had
some serious shopping to do before the end of the day.
The biggest party of her life was at the weekend and she
just HAD to get a new dress. As she sped along in the
eighteenth birthday present her Dad had bought her she
chatted on her mobile to her College friend Cassy. Both
were in their final year as well as cheerleaders for the
football team. So far the main topic of conversation had
been another party the previous night.
'Yeah that's TOTALLY what I thought.'
'No way!'
'That's sooo cool.'
'I can't believe she wore that! She's such a bitch.'
Sarah checked her immaculate makeup in the mirror. Like
all her friends, she believed appearance was everything.
You either had it or you didn't. She certainly did.
'Cas I think I'm lost. Turned off the stupid highway
like... 20 minutes ago' Sarah sighed as she turned right
then left. The roads were like a maze.
'Sarah what are you like?' her friend shrieked down the
phone. It was true. She did think of herself as super
unpredictable. It was part of what she imagined her
friends liked about her.
'Cindy, that bitch. She was saying there was a cut-
through here. FYI, I just have to get a new dress for
the weekend.'
'Well where are you?'
'I cut through Mellowfield on 2nd.'
'That's Ghetto Sarah.' There was a tinge of worry in her
friends tone. Even freshman's were told on day one which
parts of town to avoid.
'Cindy. I'll kill that bitch!' The prank was obviously
on her as now Sarah thought about it, the area didn't
look like it at all led to a fancy shopping centre. Old,
sad men pushed trolleys along the street and menacing
black figures gathered around corners. 'Losers' she
thought.
For about 20 minutes she drove. Losing what patience she
had to begin with. This was bullshit. She'd just have to
turn around and go back to the highway. IF she could
find it. Of course by then it'd be too late to hit the
shops. A red light came up and she pulled to a halt.
Angrily she slapped her hand on the steering wheel.
It was the first time she'd really looked around.
Overhead to the right was an overpass and beneath an
area filled with boxes, debris and corrugated tin
shacks. Homeless people. Worthless people. Sarah smirked
as two black whores came out from a shop front and began
walking together up the street. They were both mid
thirties and wore too much makeup and ridiculously short
dresses. One was overweight with huge breasts that were
almost falling out of her outfit. This place was a hole.
The light turned green. Finally.
Speeding around the corner another red light. Slamming
on the brakes Sarah cursed again. She was never going to
get out of here. Better to have just stayed in and spent
the afternoon by her Dad's pool. An old man of maybe
sixty limped from under the underpass. A bucket and
wiper in his hand. Not another one. She'd already past
one loser on the highway and told him were to go. He
looked filthy. Disgusting.
'Clean yo windshield Miss?' he gasped in a friendly
tone.
'How about you get lost' she replied scornfully without
looking at him. The man looked puzzled. 'Come on
fucker!' she shouted. 'Get out of the fucking way.'
'Hey you' came a deep, gravel voice. Enjoying a smoke by
the street-sign was a big, black man. Sarah hadn't seen
him until then but he was tall and broad with a thick
beard and matted hair. Tattoo's down both heavily
muscled arms. 'Watch yo mouth,' he said, jabbing a
finger towards her.
'Fuck you!' Sarah laughed as the light turned to green.
She put her foot to the floor, shooting him the finger
as she burned left around the corner. Turning to look
over her shoulder she grinned. That'd told them alright.
Losers! She had no chance to see the pile of debris on
the road. No time to react. The last thing she
remembered was being shunted forwards and the car
lifting into the air. Her head thudding into the drivers
airbag. Then darkness.
The faint sound of voices around her. Fuzzy shapes.
Sarah was suddenly aware she was lying on the road. The
tar hot, hard and sticky beneath her from the afternoon
sun. For a moment she wondered where she was. Suddenly
feeling vulnerable. Someone must have picked her out of
the car. Put his hands on her. Likely copped a feel of
her perfect tits while he did it. Anger rose.
'Sarah Mcguire eh.' She was surprised to hear her name
then realised her purse was in the car.
'Mainford. Rich lil girl.'
'Was dat man?'
'Shit theres 500 bucks in here.'
'She hurt?'
'Nah man jus a bump on the head.'
'Fuckin bitch.'
'Yeah man, fucking hot bitch. Seen dat ass? ha.' Her
head was spinning. The lights glared as she blinked and
tried to stand.
In front of her stood a bald, very athletic black man.
His skin was very dark and he had a boxers figure.
To his left was a mid 40's black man with long dirty
hair and beside him, the big guy who had shouted at her.
Bums. At the rear, looking coy was, the old man with the
bucket. He looked timid as if still hurt from her
outburst. Behind him the two whores had crossed the road
and were watching quietly. Their gaze seemed the most
hostile of all.
Finally, her eyes rested on the red sports car. It had
mounted the debris and sat completely off the road. All
bashed in the front it wasn't going anywhere. Steam was
rising slowly from under the hood. Slowly Sarah got to
her feet, her shoes scratching on the road. This was a
nightmare.
'What the fuck you call dat?' The big man said. He
looked angry as hell. 'Could have killed someone.'
'Fuck you' Sarah repeated to him, wandering towards the
car. 'Where's my phone? Hey give that back!' The
athletic man was down on one knee, searching through her
Guchi handbag. His older friend now going through the
glove compartment of the car. Her mobile was in his
other hand.
'Hey Moby,' he said tossing a small, green bag to the
big man.
Moby caught and patted the bag in his hand. Opening it
up he gave a deep inhale. 'Weed eh?' he grinned. 'You
high bitch?'
Sarah swallowed dryly. The first backward step she'd
taken all day.
'Give me the bag!'
'You fuckin high as a kite,' Moby laughed, enjoying how
helpless the cocky teenager suddenly appeared. She
looked around angrily. This was obviously a spoilt rich
girl who was used to getting what she wanted. Her fists
were clenched and her eyes seemed to ready to burn.
'C'mon honey... say PLEASE give me my weed.'
'Give me the fucking bag nigger,' she hissed. As she
said it Sarah felt her knees tremble. She'd crossed the
line and she knew it. Silently the man's grin receded.
He looked her over, his eyes glazed and cold. Playtime
was over.
'You got some mouth on you,' he said quietly. 'You'ze a
long way from the city now tho. Billy call the cops.'
Leaning on her car one of the men shrugged and dialled
911 into her mobile.
'No... stop!' Sarah gasped, and put out her hand towards
him.
'No way honey,' grinned Mojo. 'They gonna have some fun
with you. Especially after what we tell em. You tried to
run down old Walt.' He nodded towards the old, timid
figure almost hiding behind his trolley. She was
trembling all over. This was unreal.
'Please, I just need to call my Dad. He's a Councillor
for the city.'
'Too late Missy,'
'Please, don't call the cops.'
Sarah looked around the unforgiving faces. One of the
two whores smirked as if enjoying her situation. She was
suddenly aware that the other two men had wandered back
and were keenly eyeing her ass from behind. The big man
let a fat smile spread across his face.
'I got's a brother across town,' he said. 'Fix your car
n get you back on the road n a few hours. No need to say
any of this to the cops.'
'Please,' smiled Sarah, as sweetly as she could. 'Please
call him for me.' The act had worked for Sarah many
times but Mojo wasn't about to be fooled. The big man
folded his arms and winked at one of his friends.
'See dat's the thing. In the Ghetto you gotta do
somethin' for us in return. Ain't nothin free here.'
'I've got money.'
'Sure you have. But we don't get many pretty white
honey's down these parts. Money ain't what I wan' from
you.' One of the men whistled and Sarah felt her skin go
cold. This was unreal. What if her Dad found out about
the grass. Or her mom.
'No fucking way,' she sniffed, trying to act tough.
'Billy call the cops man' Mojo sighed impatiently. 'Goin
to jail honey.' He turned to leave but Sarah put out her
hand again. Her heart was pounding.
'No... ok. I'll do it. Ok.' The girl looked down at the
floor. No-one could know about this. The big man clapped
his hands. Nodding in contentment towards the two
whores.
'Girls, go get this bitch dressed up to ho.'
Squeek felt better after the meal. Chicken soup was his
favourite and now he was ready for a beer and a nice
blowjob off Chantelle or Rosy. He pushed his cart slowly
up the street, avoiding the potholes. Almost home. Time
to settle into his self made home and invite one of the
ladies for some fun. Maybe play some cards with Mojo,
Mamba and Billy later. As he turned the corner he gasped
in surprise. A familiar, red sports-car sat, beaten up
on a pile of rubble. He recognised it right away.
'Looks like dat lil rich bitch got her deserts,' he
grinned to himself. Sure enough, the guys were standing
about in the road. Mojo had his cards out and was
playing a hand on the hood.
'Hey Squeek. Wassup man,' he said. The two men slapped
hands.
'Good man good. What the fuck?'
'You won't believe it man. Our lucky day. Hottest little
piece of white pussy I seen in a long time man. Fuckin
mouth on her tho.' Squeek laughed. He knew it.
Across the street the door to Mamba's store opened and
the two whores led Sarah out to a chorus of whistles.
The teenager was wearing a lime green, very short dress,
exposed up the back with tall, silver high heels. It
hardly covered her athletic, full ass. Neither was she
wearing a bra which made her breasts bob as she stepped
shyly out to greet her audience.
'Yeah baby,' laughed Billy. 'Now you'ze a ghetto bitch.'
The girl's eyes were wide and she looked stunned and the
big whore led her up to Mojo by the arm. A satisfied
look on her face. Clearly she felt Sarah held all the
chances she'd never had.
'Damn suger, dat's better,' grinned the big man snapping
his lips.
'Fine... real fine,' Squeek grinned. It felt good to see
this hot bitch all done up. His cock started to harden
up against his leg. It didn't look like she recognised
him. Not yet.
'Prime fo fuckin,' Billy added. 'How about you show us
those big titties honey?' She scowled at him. Keeping
her temper under control was not one of her virtues.
'C'mon now suger,' Mojo teased. Sarah sighed gently
pushing the straps off her arms. The dress peeled off
her chest, freeing her breasts and fell around her
waist. There was a collective groan.
'How much daddy pay for those honey?' Squeek grinned.
She didn't reply, quickly covering herself with the
dress again.
'Afterwards you call your brother. And NO police,' she
spoke quietly.
'After my boys have had a piece, sure,' grinned Mojo in
return.
'Fucking nigger. But no-one ever finds out ok?'
'Ooh that hurts bitch. Sure. Whatever yo say.'
Mojo took Sarah's arm and led her into the complex of
homeless accommodation. There was litter everywhere and
she wrinkled her nose at the smell.
'You people live here?' she sniffed, looking around the
degradation. 'It's fucking degusting.'
'Here,' Mojo grinned nodding at a dirty old mattress.
Several springs had burst out and there appeared food,
piss and cum stains spread all over it. It was Rosy's
favorite place for fucking John's.
'Let's get this over with,' Sarah sighed then hitched up
her dress over her panty-less, neatly cropped pussy. She
sat down and lay back on the sticky mattress. Spreading
her legs like a girl used to it. Mojo grinned,
scratching his greasy beard and eyeing the sweet white
crack in front of him.
'Damn yeah,' he grinned, unfastening his dirty pants.
The expression on the girls face changed when he
produced his dick. 'Big huh?' he grinned. He wasn't
kidding. It was huge with an enormous, uncut hood. Sarah
was wide eyed and for once, speechless. 'Bigger than
most o those dumb ass white college boys I'll bet.' He
stroked his dick and knelt down, the rigid head pressed
between his thumb and forefinger as it stiffened into an
erection.
'O...oh my god' Sarah gasped at last. Her pussy
glistened, pretty and moist. Eyes glued to the huge dick
in front of her. Satisfied that he'd made an impression
Mojo put his hands on his hips.
'Why don't you sit up here and suck my dick a little
first bitch' he said. Before she could reply the big man
grasped her slender wrist and tugged her to a seated
position on the mattress.
'I-I...' gaped the hesitant college girl. With one grip
on her slender shoulder Mojo shoved his dick firmly into
her mouth. She didn't resist but her eyes fluttered as
his meat pushed into the back of her throat.
'MMM fuck yeah!' he groaned taking her head in his hands
and feeding it in and out.
'Fuck... your big!' she spat opening to take him as he
thrust back in.
With a fist-full of hair Mojo screwed her mouth a while
longer. The girl's long hair began to pad against her
back as he fucked her pretty mouth faster. Sarah's hands
reached up and half-heartedly tried to push away. She
knew the big man was in charge now and he was going to
have his fill. Mojo reached down and roughly wrenched
the dress down over her tits.
Those big, helpless, angry eyes looked up at him with
disdain. Tears had fallen from each, more in reflex that
anything else. 'That's it bitch' he laughed. 'Suck that
black dick good.' Pausing Mojo let go, his wet dick
popping from the girl's mouth and standing up in the
air, hard and expectant. She gasped, spittle lacing the
soft skin of her breasts.
'Say... Daddy you got some of dat big, black cock fo
me?' he grinned. Sarah looked dumbstruck. 'Say it
bitch.' Subdued she repeated the line quietly, eyes
glued to his length. 'Yeah that's good. Gonna fuck you
now girl.' Mojo gathered up her legs, forcing the
teenager onto her back. Taking his dick he pressed the
tip against her cunny.
'Uhhhhh' The girl gasped out as she spread. Her fists
squeezing the mattress hard. She was tight. Mojo spat
and rubbed his saliva around his shaft. Hand brushing
against the hard bead of her clitty. He leant back and
drove once then again, her pussy opening and another
weak cry erupting from her mouth. The girls lips spread
around his girth, sucking him in. Getting up on one knee
he thrust and drew back. Repeating as he fucked deeper,
pulling her almost inside out.
'Oh my god! Oh my god!' she repeated over and over to
herself. She'd never been stretched like it before. Her
pretty pussy was getting ruined. Moby leant in and
inhaled deeply by her neck. She smelt of roses.
Expensive perfume.
Taking his time with controlled, firm thrusts he fucked
her back into the mattress. Pushing her legs apart as he
did so. She was only just holding it together,
whimpering. Soaking his balls with her cunny juice. With
another cry he felt her come, a single tear of pleasure
rolling down her cheek. Gathering her other leg lay atop
her. Balls slapping between her cheerleader thighs until
he felt the surge of cum thunder up his cock.
'Shit yeah!' he gasped, unloading inside her teenage
belly.
When he turned both Billy, Squeek and Mamba were stood
watching. They'd been enjoying the show.
'Damn' the latter grinned as he saw the thick spunk
oozing out of Sarah's pussy and down her ass crack. 'You
nutted that bitch.' She wiped her eyes and lifted
herself to her elbows. Thighs apart and ready for the
next. The muscled man knelt by her.
'You can call me black Mamba honey. Think you'll find
out why.' Quickly he took the dress off completely while
Billy knelt and gathered up her legs. She stiffened as
he penetrated and humped with urgent strokes. Reaching
out Sarah shut her eyes and grasped the rusted iron
support above her. She had come. Come hard and could
feel the mess leaking out from between her legs.
The man named Mamba put his head down and sucked her
nipples. One then the other. Lips thick and warm.
Sending such sensations through her breasts. She was
almost unaware as he began sliding his thick girth
across and between her lips. It forced open her pretty
mouth, wiping her makeup across her far cheek. In a few
moments Billy had added his seed to her belly and Mamba
took over.
Several cars rolled by but no-one was aware of what was
going on. The red sports-car was just another trophy for
the ghetto. A gang of k**s had already found it and were
working on removing the wheels. The cry's of joy coming
from the homeless shelters brought a smile to each of
their faces.
'White bitch getting fucked ov' here' a young boy
shouted in glee as he jumped up and down on the cars
bonnet.
'Oh... fucking god!' Sarah shrieked. Her legs were high
up on Mamba's shoulders and the powerful man was fucking
her balls deep on each stroke. Her pussy made a
resounding squelch as she took him, the black 'snake'
living up to his name. Sarah came for the third time and
felt like she was going to pass out.
'Those earrings must be $100 each man,' grinned Billy as
one of Sarah's shoes flew off under the onslaught.
Leaving her pretty, violet toenails pointed up at the
overpass. At last Mamba pulled out and seconds later she
felt the light rain of semen patter onto her face, tits
and into her hair. This could have been a perfects days
shopping. Gasping, she sat up.
'Damn you wouldn't believe the amount of cum just farted
out you pussy girl,' grinned a chunky looking Hobo. He
looked familiar now, but how could he.
'I've seen you before,' she gasped breathlessly. Still
reeling from Mamba's brutal black fucking.
'Yeah bitch. Names Squeek. You blew me off earlier
today. Nearly ran over my ass.'
Sarah swallowed and closed her eyes. Another loser.
Well, look who was in charge now. 'Gonna suck my dick
bitch?' he laughed.
Sarah felt her used body being pulled up to a sitting
position and her head dragged onto another hard dick.
Sliding his hand behind her head his cock entered her
mouth, laying neatly in the back of her throat. 'Mmmm
yeah,' she heard him groan. The long meat twitched in
her throat and she gagged a little wave of spittle onto
her tits. It tasted foul. Pulling out he wiped his dick
on her discarded dress and let her collapse back onto
the mattress. Squeek was enjoying himself.
Behind him the thin whore Rosy approached. She'd been
used on that mattress many times and it felt good to see
a pretty white slut get the same treatment.
'Think we making a ho out this bitch?' her fat friend
Chantelle laughed. 'You better believe it.' The crack
whore squatted down over the girls face and Sarah felt
the mild, warm lips of her cunt on her mouth.
'Eat that pussy bitch,' she heard her say, 'while this
nigger fucks you.' Squeek had parted her thighs and was
humping frantically against her. She could feel his
balls meeting her on each stroke.
'Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh yeah!' he gasped to himself.
Rosy rolled her hips against her mouth, suffocating and
wet all at the same time. Beneath, Sarah felt faint.
Struggling to breath. Squeek roared as he came pulling
out and wiping the sticky tip on her thigh.
A huge arm turned her onto her front. Pulling her up
onto her knees with her head down on the mattress. Sarah
spat out the taste of the whores snatch and felt another
dick, Mojo slide up her from behind.
'Miss me Baby?' he grinned. She felt his beard on the
back of her neck and his balls slapping against her
body. Driving croaks of delight from her dry mouth.
Looking up, she realized Mamba was filming it. On HER
phone.
'No... stop!' she croaked.
Billy shoved his cock into her mouth and silenced her in
one. Making her gag heavily and sending a wave of slaver
down his dick and bathing his balls. Giving the thumbs
up he laughed.
'Video baby. Might send this to your cute college
friends eh?'
'Let em see what a white slut fo nigger dick Sarah
Mcguire is eh?' The two men fucked the defeated girl
from either end, Billy finally coming in her face.
'There it goes baby,' Mamba laughed. 'Sent to all
contacts.' Defeated, fucked, helpless. As Mojo worked up
to finish inside her Sarah thought of her college life.
Her popularity. All gone. Cas would tell everyone just
as she would have done to her. Sarah felt a wave of warm
enter her body for the last time.
Afterwards, the two whores helped Sarah to the dirty
washroom she had readied herself in. Mojo, true to his
word called his brother.
'Welcome to the hood honey,' the fat whore said. 'Be
sure n' wash that nigger come out yo pussy.'
She got changed slowly. Her body shaking still. Despite
everything it had been the greatest sexual encounter of
her life and her belly twitched with savage memories. As
if missing those brutal black cocks. She had come six
times. Maybe more. Incredible. How could anyone make her
feel like that again.
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