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Hood Nightmare
Part 2
        Scott watched Beth walked down the 
sidewalk to the shabby brick home one block down 
from the avenue. He had rented a room in the 
cockroach infested hotel across from where she 
had been hooking all evening. He watched 
carefully as she jumped into parked cars and 
emerged ten or fifteen minutes later. He watched 
for an opportunity to pick her up and drive off, 
but it was too risky. Lamar was always within 
sight of her wherever she went.  Scott watched 
as Lamar made another drug deal from his white 
corvette parked in the hotel lot. He figured 
Lamar had a permanent room at the hotel because 
no one came out to complain about him parking 
there, and he had watched a number of the 
hookers working the street, including his Beth, 
step into the hotel room with a customer, only 
to emerge half an hour later. 
        He had been observing his wife's actions 
for two days now. He was still waiting for his 
chance. Still afraid to make his move. He had 
determined her routine though. She emerged from 
the crack house a block away early in the 
evening with Lamar. He made her work the street 
in front of the hotel, giving blow jobs in cars 
and sessions in Lamar's hotel room until a few 
hours after night fall. Scott started drinking 
to endure the hatred he felt for Lamar. He had 
watched his wife pair up with 17 men already 
tonight, all of them black. Now Beth was heading 
back to the crack house at Lamar's command. He 
would follow within a few minutes. The street in 
front of the house would start filling with cars 
and by midnight, the whole street would be lined 
with cars. Scott drank another beer quickly and 
stood up. Beth had just stepped into the house. 
        He had taken the week off from work, 
saying her needed time to grieve for his lost 
wife. He had still not mentioned to anyone that 
Beth was still alive. During that time he had 
let his goatee grow out, and he had his ear 
pierced. He looked in the mirror and shook his 
head. If his fellow lawyers at the office saw 
him now he would be finished. He dressed like 
the street hoods did, hoping he would be able to 
walk into the crack house looking like he 
belonged. He stared a moment at his trimmed hair 
and ruffled it up some more. He had not seen a 
single white man in this neighborhood. He had 
seen two white women, but they had been whores. 
He stepped out of the room for the first time in 
over a day. He quickly climbed into the old car 
he had bought. At least it fit into the 
neighborhood well, with mag rims and rusted out 
doors. He started the old car up and pulled into 
the avenue. He drove down the avenue then back 
up. He spotted the woman he had figured would be 
his best bet and pulled up beside her. 
        "What'll it's be buddy?" the bleached 
blond white girl said to him as he rolled down 
his window. Scott forced a smile and pulled the 
cigarette from his mouth.
        "blow job? How much?" He grumbled shyly. 
Mad at himself for not being more forceful even 
after drinking half the case. 
        "Normally, fifteen, but Lamar won't let 
me blow you for less than fifty!" Said the tired 
looking woman apologetically. 
        "Why?" Scott said worried. He had only 
brought three hundred dollars and knew he would 
need most of it at the crack house.
        "Come on boy. You's a honkey! White boy 
in this neighborhood gotta have money if he's 
comin this far into the hood!" The woman 
chuckled. 
        "I'll give ya thirty, I aint got no 
money. I gotta buy some crack still." Scott said 
hoping to gain her trust. He wondered how such a 
pretty young girl could go so bad. She even had 
the accent of the hood. 
        "ok. Hold on, I gotta check with Lamar." 
Said the girl as she skipped across the street 
and into the motel parking lot. She leaned over 
and stuck her head into the window of the 
corvette. She poked her head out a moment later 
and skipped back to his car.
        "Lamar says fifty, but we can use the 
motel room. That's the best he's gonna do boy. 
Come on!" She said forcing a laugh from her 
mouth. Scott watched her run back across the 
road, then he followed her in his old car. He 
pulled up right beside Lamar's Vette and parked. 
He swallowed hard, hoping the gangster didn't 
recognize him from the night of the beating. The 
hooker stood before the door to the room chewing 
bubble gum and showing off her legs. "Come on, 
clocks ticking lover boy!" 
        Scott flicked out his cigarette and 
forced a emotionless face. He climbed out of the 
car and followed the girl into the room. It was 
like he expected, a room just like the one he 
was staying in, except this room smelled of 
cheap perfume, had make up boxes near the 
mirror, a small pile of sheets on the chair, and 
a box of cheap condoms on the night stand.
        "Sit down honey. get ready for the best 
blow job of your life." The hooker took the gum 
from her mouth and pressed it onto the table. 
Scott sat down and took a deep breath, hoping he 
could get it up and maintain his identity a bit 
longer. 
        "what's your name?" Scott said hoping to 
get her talking. 
        "you can call me candy baby, cause I'm 
so sweet!" The girl giggled almost on cue. Scott 
felt her unzip his fly and pull his cock out. 
She pulled a condom out of nowhere and expertly 
unrolled it on his semi-erect cock. "take a deep 
breath and get ready for heaven!" She giggled as 
she dropped her mouth down to his cock. He 
clinched the side of the chair as she sucked his 
cock into her mouth with force. She sucked him 
with immense vacuum until his cock was firm in 
her mouth, then she started to stroke it with 
her hand and lick it with her tongue. Scott 
immediately realized her cock sucking talent. 
Scott remembered why he was here and opened his 
eyes up.
        "God your pretty, how old are you?" 
Scott gasped out in between her expert tugs on 
his cock.
        "as old as you want me to be baby." 
Candy gasped as she plunged her mouth down on 
his cock and sucked him in deep. She pulled her 
mouth off with a pop and stroked him in her hand 
as she smiled up at him. 
        "How old? You don't look like the other 
hookers around here." Scott groaned out as she 
stroked his cock faster.
        "I'm 22 baby, and you ask too many 
questions. A white boy got enough trouble being 
in this hood without asking questions." The girl 
said with a look of warning on her face.
        "I'm sorry, it's just that you look 
sweet enough to take home. Why don't you find 
some guy and settle down." Scott groaned as she 
squeezed his prick in her hands. He felt her 
stop stroking him and stare up at him. He could 
see he had broken the girl loose from her role.
        "look mister. You see this?" She said 
and turned her arm so he could see the big black 
scorpion tattooed on her upper forearm. Scott 
nodded. "I'm a scorpion, part of Lamar's gang. 
There ain't no leavin the hood. Once you in, you 
in till your heart stops. And my heart aint 
about to stop beatin no time soon. I'm gonna do 
whatever it takes!"  then the girl dropped her 
mouth back around his cock and sucked him firm 
again. Scott waited until she seemed to have 
calmed down a bit. He was getting ready to ask 
another probing question when she raised her 
head. She had started to cry and tears where 
running from her eyes.
        "I didn't use to be like this." The girl 
cried. Scott heard her voice change from the 
African hood tone to standard English. "I was 
going to be a school teacher. I have two years 
of college already. I'm serious!" The girl 
whimpered faintly thinking Scott was about to 
walk away. Instead he sat there and put his hand 
on her shoulder reassuringly. "I don't know why 
I came here. But this is what I do now. I got a 
baby boy to support. Lamar's boy. That ain't 
wrong is it?" The girl whimpered and rested her 
head on his thigh. 
        "No, you gotta do what you gotta do." 
Scott assured her. She twisted her wrist to see 
her watch, then her head sprang up.
        "I'm sorry mister, we only got a couple 
minutes left. Come on" She moaned as she wiped 
the tears from her cheek. "Fuck my face, cum in 
my mouth baby!" She moaned as her African accent 
returned. She wrapped her mouth around Scott's 
cock and began throat fucking him madly. Scott 
felt his cock erupt instinctively within 
minutes. The girl held her mouth on his cock 
until he was spent, then she carefully pulled 
the wet rubber from his cock and dropped it into 
the trash container. "Fifty bucks home boy." The 
girl said business like as she stood up and 
rushed to the mirror. Scott pulled the money 
from his wallet as she quickly made her face in 
front of the mirror. 
        "Where can I get some crack round here?" 
Scott asked softly as he handed the girl the 
money. She took his money, opened the door and 
waved him on. There was a black hooker and her 
black customer waiting outside the door. Scott 
followed her to Lamar's Vette. 
        "here baby, the boy want's some blow, 
you know where he can get some?" Candy cooed 
into Lamar's ear as she handed him the fifty 
Scott had just paid her. Lamar covertly stuffed 
the money into his shirt and looked up at Scott 
menacingly. Scott waited for him to pull out a 
gun and finish him right there. Lamar whispered 
something into Candy's ear and she shook her 
head. "No, he's clean baby, I checked him out." 
        "Come on honkey, I get you your blow, 
jump in!" Lamar commanded deeply. Scott stepped 
around the vette and opened the door. He sat 
down in the seat and looked at the man who had 
ruined his life. He did not recognize Scott for 
anyone other than a dumb honkey. 
        "How much you lookin to buy?" Lamar 
asked as he put the car in reverse and pulled 
back swiftly. Scott pulled out two hundred 
dollars and flashed it to Lamar. Lamar smiled 
and pulled away. "Why you come to the hood for 
blow? I got dealers in the burbs sellin the 
stuff." 
        "Not in my hood." Scott said as throaty 
as he could. He pulled out a cigarette and lit 
it, hoping to disguise his voice some more. "My 
hood's clean, I might even be lookin to buy a 
quantity if you know what I'm mean." 
        "You thinkin bout dealin?" Lamar 
chuckled. He had white dealers in the burbs but 
he thought they where all stupid. He overcharged 
them for the crack, and they came back for more 
every time. 
        "I could sell a lot of blow man. Need a 
supplier though." Scott said.
        "Well, we'll see honkey." Lamar chuckled 
as he pulled up in front of his house and turned 
the car off. "gonna have to see how much money 
you got first. Come on in, but don't leave my 
side. These niggers slit you up for smillin!" 
Lamar laughed. He was tickled to have another 
dumb honkey dealer buying his blow. 
        "I can get the money bro." Scott said as 
he watched Lamar climb out of the car. He 
quietly reached under his pant leg and pulled a 
package from his sock. He stuffed it as deep 
under the seat as he could as he opened the door 
and climbed out. 
        Lamar stood on the other side of the car 
smiling a toothy smile at him. Scott forced a 
smile from his lips as he closed the door. He 
followed Lamar up to the house. Loud rap music 
was booming from the walls and he could see a 
crowd of people moving around inside. Lamar led 
him past a group of black body builder types 
guarding the door and into the house. 
        "Stick close honkey, My brothers slice 
up a white boy if they don't know ya!" Lamar 
advised as they stepped into the front room of 
the house. Scott winced slightly as the acidic 
smell of dope and crack filled the air. The 
front room was simple. Three large couches lined 
up against the wall with a single lamp in the 
corner. The couches where full of brother's 
toking and laughing. Everyone gave him a dirty 
glance the second he stepped into the room. 
"It's ok brothers, he's with me." Lamar 
announced to their relief. Scott followed Lamar 
through the large house into a dimly lit room in 
the back. He watched a black girl come down the 
stairway with a brother in tow. She smiled at 
Lamar and handed him a wad of cash as she 
passed.
        "Comon boy, I'll get ya your blow." He 
said as he pulled a key from his pocket and 
unlocked the door. He followed Lamar into an 
office like room with a bed in the corner and a 
large desk on the other wall. Lamar went to his 
desk and opened the top drawer. He pulled out 
fours bags and tossed them to Scott.
        "You think you can sell boy, how much 
you talkin?"
        "thousand a week, maybe more." Scott 
said.
        "That's all. I got girls bring that in a 
night. I got three cracker bitches that can do a 
grand easy on the weekend. Hell Candy one of em. 
My new girl pullin twice that when I work her at 
the peep show! No honkey, you want my blow, you 
gotta do better than that, how much green you 
got up front?" Lamar said as he proudly started 
the thumb though his wad of cash. 
        "Well," Scott stuttered as he 
reconsidered his offer. He had thought a 
thousand would be enticing to him. "If I work 
the malls, I can bring in five times that, but 
it's risky." Scott lied. Lamar's eyes opened 
wider at the offer though.
        "Really? Your honkey ass gonna have to 
work them malls then if you buyin from me!" 
Lamar announced.
        "deal." Scott said. 
        "Deal!" Lamar said as he extended his 
hand and gave Scott a hood handshake. "You hang 
close cracker boy, I ain't leavin for a couple 
hours and You aint safe walkin back to yo car by 
yo self!" Lamar said standing up. He led Scott 
from the office and back into the loud smoky 
house. Beside the front living room where they 
had come in was another open room, separated 
from the living room by beads hanging from the 
doorway. Lamar pushed through the beads and 
Scott followed. The room they entered was 
furnished with nice leather couches and a large 
screen Television. Lamar sat down in the middle 
of the center couch. Scott sat down on a nearby 
couch. Scott looked around nervously wondering 
how he would get out if her had too. He saw no 
way. 
        "Hey honey!" Groaned a black girl who 
came strolling in from the front room. She 
strutted up to Lamar and sat down beside him. 
She handed him a wad of bills and wrapped her 
arms around him. Lamar ignored her lustful 
advances and counted the money.
        "I left candy on the street tonight, 
she's makin the green tonight. Where's Vanilla 
and Kitten?" Lamar grunted as he added the wad 
of money to his pocket full. 
        "Vanillas with one of the homeboys 
upstairs and Kitten is still downstairs in the 
cage. She's been askin when you'd be home." The 
pudgy black woman chuckled.
        "Bring Kitten in, and get one of the 
girls for my new associate here!" Lamar said as 
he pointed to Scott.
        "Sure thing baby." Cooed the black girl 
as she jumped up and ran out of the room. Lamar 
flicked on the television and started to watch 
the late show. A few moments later the same 
black girl entered the room holding a rope. 
Behind her, on a leash, walked a pretty young 
white girl in a baby doll teddy, wearing a 
collar. Her face was made up sluttishly, and her 
hair was fluffed up like a whore.
        "Come here Kitten? You wanna sit down 
with yo daddy?" Lamar cooed childishly to her. 
The girl, staring shamefully down at the floor, 
nodded yes without looking at him. Lamar patted 
the seat and She sat beside him. Lamar pulled 
her close and started exploring her body with 
his large muscular hands. 
        "This the one Lamar?" Rasped a plump 
black woman wearing spandex and a gold blouse. 
She was standing beside the couch pointing at 
Scott. 
        "yeah that the one." Lamar grunted as he 
slipped his hand inside the blondes teddy and 
caressed her crotch area. "what do you say to 
Daddy when he comes home? Come on girl!" He 
groaned. The blond girl squirmed and avoided eye 
contact with him. Then Scott watched her tense 
up and look him in the face.
        "baby doll, I missed you so much." The 
girl said holding back her tears. "what can 
kitten do for her man to make him feel good?" 
She said softly, her voice breaking up at the 
end.
        "I'm gonna let you suck my cock seein 
how we gots company. Go introduce yourself to 
the honkey over there and give Yolanda a kiss 
for me!" The white girl frowned sadly as she 
pulled herself up from the couch. Scott watched 
in awe as the petite little blonde walked up to 
him and forced a smile. Yolanda sat forward as 
Kitten embraced her. Scott watched the two girls 
share a long wet kiss before the white girl 
finally broke free with a wince. She looked at 
Lamar quickly and waited for his direction. 
        "Go on girl. He won't bite!" Lamar 
ordered. The blonde dropped to her knees and 
forced Scott's knees apart. She looked like a 
child being forced to clean her room. Scott sat 
in shock as she fished out his cock and pulled 
it into her mouth. Lamar grinned and laughed as 
the girl slurped and sucked on Scott's dick 
until it was semi erect.
        "What's the matter honkey? She ain't 
sexy enough for ya?" Lamar laughed. Scott looked 
down at the girl who was trying painfully hard 
to please him. Her eyes strained to convey her 
desire to please. 
        "She's hot man." Scott stuttered. The 
girl pulled her head away from Scott's lap and 
gasped.
        "I'm sorry Lamar, I did my best. He just 
won't get hard for me!" The girl whined. Scott 
realized she was trying to make him hard for 
Lamar's benefit. Then he felt sorry he couldn't 
get a full erection to show Lamar he liked the 
girl.
        "You a dumb white bitch you know that? 
Now get over here and suck my balls!" Lamar 
groaned. Scott watched the girl crawl over to 
Lamar and pull his pants down, then pulling his 
large nut sack into her mouth to suck on. 
Lamar's cock rested on her nose as she tried to 
please him. He felt a hand on his penis and 
looked beside him to see Yolanda stroking his 
shaft with her pudgy fingers. He tried to wave 
her away but she insisted. 
        "Kitten here is new to the gang. She 
joined up about two weeks ago. She my girl but I 
trainin her to get good with her mouth for when 
she hits the street. A whore aint worth the 
rubbers if she cant suck a cock good!" Lamar 
chuckled. "Hell, my last woman took damn near 
three months to train! But now the bitch suck a 
cock with the best of em and she be lost without 
me!" Lamar smiled. 
        Scott offered a cursory smile as Lamar 
continued to brag about his newest white 
capture. Yolanda continued to stroke his cock 
and he was surprised to see it stiffening again. 
He glanced out into the front room and saw 
something that made his heart sink in his chest. 
Beth was standing in front of a couch of three 
large black men, waving her ass lewdly and 
smiling. He watched the largest of the three 
stand up. Beth wrapped her arm around him and 
they walked off toward the stairs together. The 
black man was mammoth compared to Beth, towering 
over her by more than a foot. Scott watched them 
disappear up the stairs. 
        "Yeah boy that last bitch was fun 
though, she put up a struggle at first, I damn 
near had to kill her to make her obey! Here, let 
me show you the video!" Lamar laughed as he 
picked up the remote. Scott watched with a 
growing remorse as the Large Black man laughed 
about conquering his wife.
        Scott froze as the screen flashed into a 
scene of Beth, still with her brunette hair,  
laying naked on a large mattress, covering 
herself in shame. Her face was streaked with 
tears and she was pleading for mercy. Scott kept 
from clinching his fists as he heard Lamar's 
voice booming from the video. "You gonna suck it 
bitch! you gonna suck it or I gonna knock those 
teeth out!" Beth cried "no" Then Scott watched 
Lamar enter the view. He grabbed Beth by the 
hair and held her still as he pushed his cock 
into her mouth. Beth's resistance gave in 
slightly and she started to suck Lamar's huge 
tool. The screen blurred as Beth rocked backward 
onto the mattress as Lamar shoved her away. "I 
told you what gonna happen if you touch my cock 
with those teeth again!" Lamar boomed at her. 
Beth shrank away in fear. "No" She cried as 
Lamar wrestled her onto her belly. Scott watched 
Beth's rear pulled into the air as Lamar planted 
the head of his cock in her channel. Lamar 
plunged into Beth doggie style and she let out a 
gasp of pain.
        "Look at this part, the bitch know's 
it's comin too!" Lamar laughed as Kitten knelt 
between his legs sucking his balls. 
        Scott stared at the screen and felt 
himself sweating through his cloths. "No 
please!" Beth cried as Lamar pulled his cock 
from her pussy and pushed it into her butt. Beth 
howled out in pain as Lamar rammed it home and 
began stroking it in her. 
        "No! No that aint it! Watch!" Lamar 
laughed as he pointed to the screen. Scott was 
trying to look away. Lamar pumped her stretched 
asshole a few minutes before pulling out again. 
Scott watched Beth's red anus slowly close up. 
"Now what do you say to your Daddy?" Lamar 
shouted at her as he pushed the head of his cock 
back into her cunt. Beth was sobbing now. 
"please baby doll.." Beth cried out in sobs, 
unable to speak a full sentence without gasping. 
". please how can I make you feel good!" Beth 
grunted as Lamar lunged his cock back into her 
depths. Lamar took a large butt plug from a box 
on the bed and smiled. He pushed the head of the 
rubber tool against Beth's anus and started 
working it in. Beth started crying loudly now. 
The plug was wider than Lamar's sizable cock so 
it stretched her butt until she screamed. The 
plug reached it's maximum then slipped into 
Beth's butt firmly. Lamar then started fucking 
the tearful girl until he came in her. Scott was 
shaking in his seat now. His wife was on the 
television crying as Lamar tortured her. When 
Lamar pulled his cock out, cum started to seep 
from her slit. Lamar stopped the flow with yet 
another butt plug. This one even larger than the 
first. As Lamar climbed off the bed, Beth was 
crying and holding her crotch. The plugs had 
spread her open so much she was unable to close 
her legs, so she laid lewdly on the bed holding 
herself. "Those plugs come out before I get 
back, You don't get no candy tonight!" Lamar 
grunted at her deeply. A moment later he 
returned with a needle in his hand. Beth held 
her arm out and Lamar injected her with the 
drug. A moment later her crying stopped and she 
lay silently on the bed staring at the ceiling. 
        "That was the first week the bitch was 
here. Last week I took her to the peep how with 
some of the boys. Here look at this!" Lamar 
chuckled as he pointed to Yolanda. Scott watched 
the porky black girl climb off the couch and run 
to the VCR. She took out the tape and inserted 
another. Scott stared through the door into the 
smoky front room just to see Beth being escorted 
up stairs with another man. 
        Scott took a deep breath and sighed as 
the video came on. The scene was of a red velvet 
room with a stool in the middle and glass 
windows all around. Beth entered the room 
wearing a pink teddy, her hair blond, her skin 
blotched with small bruises and scratches. The 
sliding doors to the windows opened up and Beth 
started dancing. To a rap song. Scott could see 
men through the glass windows beating their 
cocks at his wife's lewd behavior. 
        "Here come the good part. This bitch 
done learned her lesson!" Lamar laughed. Beth 
opened her arms up and giggled to someone off 
camera. "Come on baby!" Beth chuckled in an 
African accent.  A large black man entered the 
scene wearing a g-string. 
        "Oh baby let me suck that big cock!" 
Beth groaned as she fell to her knees in front 
of the rough negro. Scott swallowed hard as he 
watched his wife eagerly pull down the man's 
underwear and start licking his cock. 
        "Bitch can suck as good as the best 
whores now!" Lamar laughed as he pointed to the 
television. Kitten was now sucking his cock in a 
steady rhythm. 
        On the Television, Beth was assuming a 
doggie position for the black man. He mounted 
her and thrust his cock into her pussy. Beth let 
out a scream of ecstasy Scott had never heard 
before. The camera zoomed in on her as she 
ripped her satin garment from her breasts and 
began messaging them. Scott winced as he noticed 
the two large hoops hanging from his wife's 
pierced nipples. On her ass was a comic tattoo 
pointing to her asshole. It read Dark meat only, 
no honkeys allowed. 
        "Oh Yeah! Your learnin bitch!" Groaned 
Lamar with his eyes rolled back in his head. He 
took Kitten by the head and started rocking her 
head up and down on his cock. "Come on! Come on 
girl! Hurry it up!" Lamar shouted. Kitten jumped 
up and squatted on Lamar's lap. He ripped her 
teddy open and yanked on her . Scott watched her 
whole body shudder as Lamar pulled something 
from her backside. She screamed softly then 
Lamar produced the large butt plug. He dropped 
it to the floor and then tugged the other huge 
plug from her pussy. Kitten gasped out as he 
pulled her down onto his cock. Filling the void 
left by the rubber tool with his throbbing cock. 
He rocked her in the air a few times and came 
inside her. Kitten collapsed on the floor as 
soon as Lamar let her go.
        "is it ok if Kitten goes to the bathroom 
now?" She gasped wearily. Lamar shook his head. 
Kitten winced and grabbed the large plug knowing 
the routine already. She laid it beneath her and 
worked herself down onto it. She stood up with 
the large tool stuffed in her vagina. "Can I go 
now?" She groaned. Lamar nodded and she ran off 
to a door behind the couch. 
        "I still got a while to go before I send 
her to the streets. She'll run if I let her. 
Damn bitch ain't learned to respect me yet!"  
Lamar grumbled as he pushed his cock back in his 
pants. On the television screen, Beth was now 
laying on top of one man who was fucking her 
from underneath, while a second man was prodding 
her butt with his large tool. Scott was happy to 
look away from the television. Yolanda was 
stroking his cock again and he put his arm on 
her shoulder to pretend he was interested, 
anything to look away from the television. 
Yolanda smiled a large lipped grin at him and 
sat down on his lap, pressing her large rump 
down on his cock. She stroked his cock 
energetically beneath her leather skirt. Scott 
closed his eyes and laid his head back. He could 
hear his wife screaming lustfully to be fucked 
from the television set. He tried to pretend it 
was him she screamed for.
        Scott closed his eyes and imagined he 
was far away. He felt the hooker unroll a condom 
on his erection. As he listened to Beth crying 
out to be fucked harder, he felt the hookers fat 
ass descend on his rod, he felt his cock rub 
across her rough pubic hair then slip into her 
wet pussy. He groaned a deep guttural gasp. Beth 
cried out in pleasure from the television set. 
        "Oh Baby!" Yolanda chuckled to him. She 
took his hand and pulled it around to her fat 
tits. He squeezed them softly as he began to 
thrust into her from below. On the television, 
Beth was moaning wildly with lust. Her lovers 
were telling her to suck and fuck and move 
faster. After many months without sex, he 
realized he had a lot to relieve himself of. 
        "$5000 TOMORROW!" Lamar shouted across 
the room. Scott opened his eyes and looked 
across the room. The girl named Kitten sat on 
the couch beside him timidly, and on his other 
side sat Beth, or as she was known here, 
Vanilla. Beth tried not to look at him, she 
seemed slightly shaken at seeing him there. 
Lamar had shaken him from his fantasy. He felt 
the black hookers ass settle down heavily on his 
crotch as she reached down to remove his cock 
from her snatch. 
        "$5000 right!" Lamar said with little 
emotion. Looking sternly at Scott. Yolanda 
lifted her ass from his crotch and sat down 
beside him. Pulling her skirt down to cover her 
crotch. 
        "Yeah, I'll get the money and bring it 
to you." Scott stuttered as he pushed his 
erection back into his trousers and tried to zip 
up. Beth was dressed in a pink miniskirt and 
tube top. Scott paused to stare at the gold ring 
through her belly button. 
        "Alright then, well We gots a special 
event tonight. Vanilla here is joinin the possie 
for good tonight. She gonna give us a little 
show. Go on girl, get James and Roland." Lamar 
announced. Beth jumped up from the couch and ran 
from the room. She returned a moment later 
following two of the largest men Scott had seen. 
James was 6'8" and nearly 300lbs. Roland was 
barely 6' but he was much wider and stockier 
then James. James sat down on the couch beside 
Scott while Roland sat beside Lamar. Both men 
gave a gang salute to Lamar as they settled into 
their seats. Beth stood in the middle staring at 
the floor.
Continued in Part 3


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