Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly
by DiscipleN
[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]
Chapter 10
Terry lingually drove Stace to three more orgasms by sundown. She lost all pretense of rebellion. She wept and held on to me, while I came twice to each of hers. When the sky darkened, he let her go. He told her to make supper for her parents. We had stocked our shelves with vegetable soups for Donald. She made spaghetti for me. Terry sneered when she offered to load a plate for him.
I wondered at stupid things, like why he required me to suck him clean and then stuff his cock back into my cum dripping cunt. Terry must have fucked himself dry that day. Stace slept in her bedroom, while I slept mounted to a fat pole sticking out of a fat mound. I woke in the middle of the night. His cock lurched inside of me. He moaned in his sleep, but the only cum there had been launched late afternoon. Never the less, I dismounted and sucked him clean. I fell asleep, plugged once more by a horrid man’s never withering protrusion.
Stace found us mated in the morning, no longer exceptional in her life. She had dressed for school. I watched her groggily. She whispered, “I may be a whore now, but I’m not going to throw my future away.”
I had never heard such heresy before, from my child. She made eggs and toast for herself and left.
Terry roused not long after. He found his clothes in tatters.
“Your new ones are under the couch.” I had bought them on Saturday.
Instead of slamming my head like an oaf, he soundly beat my ass until it was purple and I was bawling.
“Fucking, meddling bitch!” He swore again and again. I cried out with every blow, but I never said I was sorry.
Grunting, he dressed in the first shirt and trousers that came to his hands. He left looking like he could have owned a small corporation.
I showered and dressed before looking in on Donald. He was gaunt and grey. He barely recognized me. “Am I getting better?”
“No, Donald. You’re as good as you’ve ever been.”
“Okay.”
If I had given him a gun, he didn’t have strength enough to hold it or even fire it.
I went out with a hundred and fifty dollars in my front pants pocket. My ravaged ass made walking difficult, but I was determined. No matter how low I had fallen, my curiosity burned as brightly as ever.
“Your ribs are the best, Angus.” I complimented. They were the best item on his menu but merely tolerable compared to the other BBQ shacks dotting the greater neighborhood.
“Rarely fix them for breakfast.” He wiped his counter to put on a show, while his cooking surfaces fed an microcosm of bacteria.
“How did you meet, Terry?”
“I should make more potato salad for the lunch crowd.”
I put a fifty dollar bill on the table. “Has he told you what he does to me?
“Ain’t my business.”
“This could be.” I shook the bill. “I just want to know more about him. I don’t even care if I’m not his dirtiest secret. What can fifty dollar’s buy?”
Angus looked at the money and looked at me. “I won’t tell you he’s not a bastard through and through, but he saved me and my business, eight years ago.”
“How?” The question was obvious. I shouldn’t have bothered to ask.
“I was dealing coke on the side, to keep myself in business. My food’s not crap, but most people know where to get better.”
I didn’t ask the next, obvious, stupid question.
“Of course, the cops found out, and I was tried. Terry defended me, found a loop hole. He doesn’t give a damn about justice. I deserved to be sent up, but some young people took up my cause on the internet. They used my case as another example of how black people are targeted by the police.
“They’re fucking right, of course! But I was one of the wrong cases. Terry didn’t care, he wanted to win. When I was exonerated, I went straight and clean, ready to run my lame BBQ shop into the ground. It was that internet fury that saved me. Neighbors came for my food. Strangers came to take selfies. People from weird places that only the internet can find, bought my BBQ. I saved and invested like rich people. I’m going to retire soon. I’ll be okay with some assistance. I have a girl in dentistry, an assistant. She’s doing good.”
Before Angus rambled off-course, I asked another stupid question, “Terry was a lawyer?”
“He was, until the cops targeted him.” Angus glared at me then. He snatched the fifty from my disarmed fingers. “Would you like wet naps?” He offered a couple packs.
I washed my hands of him, on the way to the flop house.
The clerk sat in his chair as if he lived on it. “Ain’t no one can afford you here.” He dismissed me.
I’m the one buying, Old Man.” I flashed a fifty.
“That’ll git you a private room. Ain’t got a toilet, but the sheets are clean. There’s not a single bedbug-
“There’s millions of them.” I scolded him with the bill acting as a finger. “And everyone of them knows a story about Terry. Why does he flop here when he has an apartment?” I kept the fact that it was my apartment to myself.
“I dunno. He comes and goes. I never saw him here more than two days in a row.”
That didn’t add up. He must have somewhere else, a homeless shelter?
“You once told me someone had a job for him? Who was it?”
“He scratched his head and looked away. I don’t remembered.”
“You think I’m a cop? Cripes! His fucking cum sluiced through my cunt before it stained your upstairs bathroom. I got fifty bucks right now, and he isn’t paying you squat.”
“It was Arnie. He needed-” The old man stopped.
“Dope. My husband has four limbs full of it because of Terry. You’re not telling me anything worth this fifty.”
“Arnie don’t do dope. His brother, Carl, protects him.”
Stace had mentioned Arnie, the man she had washed for two hundred dollars. “Do they live here?”
“Sometimes.” The old man licked his lips at the fifty. “Carl’s out.”
I ripped the fifty in half. I had seen that in a movie. “I’ll give you the other half when I leave.” I walked into the foul smelling common room. I had been Terry’s whore here, with everyone looking. Everyone was gone, almost. There were four men scattered about the room. Two were laying on their cots. One was at a table eating cup ramen. Another was sitting in front of a television with the sound off. I doubted its speakers worked. It was a tube television. I went to it. “Arnie?” I asked the man. He was a sad case sure, but he looked healthier than the other three.
He turned his face away. I turned off the television and turned a chair to face him. “Arnie, it’s okay. Nobody’s going to hurt you.”
“Carl don’t like it when I visit whores, unless he’s with me.”
The man eating ramen looked over at us.
“I’m visiting you, Arnie. Terry asked me to talk with you.”
“What about?”
“He wants to know if you still remembered about Carl’s dope.”
“I don’t know nuth’n.”
“That’s good, Arnie. That’s really good.” I stuck my tongue out at the man who’d stopped eating ramen. I doubted Arnie would be swayed by money. He sounded very loyal, dog loyal. “Which one is your cot, Arnie?”
“It’s that one.” He pointed.
I stood up and held out my hand. “Terry wants me to reward you. Is Carl coming back soon?”
“Nah, he needs a poke. He don’t come back for a day after he gets his poke.” He looked up with worried eyes. “He hits me when I go for a whore.”
“I’m not a whore, right now. I’m a present. Come.” I waggled my hand.
He took it, and I led him to his cot. I undressed down to my bra and panties. I reached for his clothes.
“I kin do it.” He kept avoiding eye contact, but his face was red. He pulled off his t-shirt and unzipped his pants. He wore underpants so stained, there wasn’t a patch of white left on them. “Y-you gonna get naked?”
I grinned past him. The man with cooling noodles had pulled out his cock and was slowly wanking. He eyes stared blankly.
“Yes, Arnie.” I sat down and unhitched my bra. I let it fall to the grimy floor.
“You real pretty, Lady.”
“Thank you, Arnie. Are you gonna show me your man part?”
“Uh-huh.” He rapidly doffed his briefs. He had a hard cock, half Terry’s width, but possibly a tad longer. It leaned naturally to one side. It’s smell disgusted me. He reached for me, and I recoiled.
“Let’s take our time, Honey. Nobody’s going to bother us.” I tried to reassure him.
He looked around and grinned. “That man’s jerking off.” He reached for his.
I beat his hand to the target and felt the filth on Arnie’s hard dick. I hated it, but Terry’s had been worse, when he’d forced it on me. I knelt in front of the slow witted man, topless. My boobs shivered in the cool air, and my nipples hardened.
“You let me do that, Honey. It’ll be better.” I opened my mouth and sucked his foul tasting dick. I forced myself to hum. “MMmmmmmm.”
“Golly, that’s good, Ma-am.” He sputtered.
I pulled my face off of his prick and looked up, trying to hide my revulsion. “That’s just starter’s, Sweetie. Come lay down beside Mamma.”
“C-can I call you Mamma?”
“It’s better than calling me a whore.” I laughed lightly and took off my panties. I lay back on the stinking cot. I suddenly realized I was getting wet. Damn Terry to hell. I swore in the back of my mind. “Come hug Mamma.” I opened arms to the sad derelict.
He fell down on top of me, suddenly kissing and licking me and humping his dick between my thighs.
“Calm down, Arnie.” I said with some force.
“Oh, sorry, Ma-am. Carl says bitches need hard fucking.”
“Not your Mamma, young man.” I scolded.
“I’m sorry.” His body stilled.
“You know how to put it in?”
“Yeah.”
“Go on, nice and easy for your Mamma.”
“Okay, Mamma.” He reached between us and fitted his cock to my pussy. He hunched, still too fast. It penetrated my outer lips but missed the inner opening.
“Ow!” I yipped.
“I can get it, Mamma.” He slid his cockhead up and down my slick groove until it stuck.
“Do it easy, Arnie.”
“Okay, Mamma.” He pushed gently. His cock felt good entering my wet pussy. I hugged him. I hadn’t been in charge of having sex for so long, I nearly wept.
“That’s right, Darling. Now you fuck Mamma slow, okay? I don’t want you shooting your stuff in me right away. If you get too excited, I’m going make you rest.”
“Yes, Mamma.” His cock felt better slipping back and forth. He was gentle. His soul was gentle, but this may have been the first time he didn’t have to perform to his brother’s expectations.
He hummed while fucking me. I caressed and held him. Even my husband had never shown this kind of loving. I was sorry that I had to hurt him. “Your brother raped my little girl, did you know?”
Arnie’s slow fucking stopped. “I-I” He sputtered.
“Shhh.” I used my hand to urge his butt back into motion. His erection slipped through me again. “It’s okay now. You know what Terry did to your brother.”
“He took his toe.”
“He took five hundred dollars too.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault. Remember, this whore is for you, because Terry cares about you.”
“I thought you were my Mamma.” He stopped again.
“Whores can be anybody, Arnie. I am your Mamma, right now. This is your Mamma’s pussy you’re fucking, but you gotta fuck it, okay?” I pushed his ass with my hand again.
“Okay, Mamma.” He sounded a little scared, but he resumed pulling and pushing his cock in and out of his Mamma’s cunt.
I patted him. “Who gave Carl the five hundred dollars?”
“Uh.” He wavered.
“You can tell your Mamma, Honey. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Terry gave it to him for selling dope.”
“Before or after your brother raped my daughter?” I asked softly. I hunched back against his cock, in case he tried to stop. I was enjoying torturing the poor soul fucking me. It made me more horny to fuck him.
“It was a week before, Mamma.” He nearly stopped but my hunching spurred him back to life. “B-but I’m not suppose to tell.”
“You don’t have to, Baby. Terry already knows. That’s why he’s letting you fuck me.”
“I like fucking you, Mamma. You’re better than any of Carl’s whores.”
Considering the circumstances, it was a terrible compliment, but I cooed anyway. “Sweetie.” I hugged and patted him. “Your dick feels really good to Mamma.”
“Ohh, I’m gonna-”
“Pull out.” I ordered. He obeyed like a good boy should. When his cock slipped free of my wet cunt, I pinched the head of his cock.
“Ow, Mamma!”
“Shhh, It’s going to be alright. This will let you relax. So you can fuck Mamma more.”
“I don’t like your fingers, Mamma!”
“I know what’s best for you, Arnie.” After a count of ten, I let go. “Are you still gonna cum?”
“I-I don’t think so.” He was relieved.
“I’m sorry that hurt, Sweetie, but Mamma wants you to fuck her while we talk more.”
“Okay.”
“We’ll wait another minute before we go again. While we wait, why don’t you tell Mamma a story about Terry’s dope?” I lifted my head to Arnie’s smelly chest and kissed one of his nipples.
“Uh, okay.” He sniffed and looked around. The man jerking off probably couldn’t hear us, but Arnie spoke even quieter. “It was the cops, Mamma. They put it in his car and his house.”
“They didn’t like Terry?”
“Nobody likes Terry, but he helped some people. He helped Carl. Carl is smart. He found the dope before the cops raided. Terry tried to hide it but missed some. He lost his house and car and went to jail. Can I fuck you again, Mamma? It felt really good.”
“Of course. Put it back inside me, Arnie.” I wanted this sad soul to know some happiness. Loving Arnie wouldn’t erase the sadness Terry had put in me, but it helped. I moaned when his cock pushed back into my pussy. “You treat Mamma really good with that, Arnie.”
“Yes, Ma-am.” He resumed fucking me. I held him and kissed his lips. “Do you want to cum in Mamma this time?”
“I want you to cum too, Mamma. Carl says whores don’t need to cum. They fake it anyway.”
“Don’t listen to your brother, unless you can’t help it, Arnie. He cares about you, but you’re a better lover. Just never tell him that. I want you to make me cum too.” My juices swirled around the lost man’s rutting prick. I couldn’t stop my hips from fucking him back. I held him tight while he slid his thin meat in and out of my slippery hole.
“I got ten dollars.” There was a man standing by my head. I looked up. It wasn’t the ramen jerk off. This one had been laying in bed. Now he was holding his cock up to my face.
“Go away, Mister. I get to fuck Mamma.” Arnie whined.
“She ain’t your mamma, boy. She’s a sick whore who likes nasty dick.”
“No.” The man on top of me complained.
“Don’t listen to him, Arnie. His ten dollars won’t get him anything more than a blow job.” I had to shut these idiots up before they made a fuss. I opened my mouth at the new cock.
“Damn, you are a slut whore.” The idiot cried before stuffing his cock into my face!
It gagged me, and I choked on it, but it was nothing compared to the cock training Terry had given my throat. It tasted almost as bad, though. I kept swishing saliva around it to mute its vile flavor.
I made sure to pull on Arnie’s humping butt and to fuck back, in case he considered stopping. I came into heat when the nasty prick stuffed my mouth. I knew I was going to cum really hard on both their disgusting dicks.
“I think I’m gonna cum, Mamma.” Arnie sped up. His prick gouged my drooling slit while my mouth sucked and licked the horrid tasting thing rutting between my lips.
My own arousal was ramping up quickly when the second man grunted and his dick exploded thin, cummy drool into my mouth. It was unlike any cum I’d ever tasted. It was grotesque, like watery slime. I sucked and swallowed. My orgasm mounted. I bucked under Arnie, banging my clit against his faster thrusts as best as I could.
The second man pulled out, and wandered off. “You suck, Whore. Heh, heh.” He giggled.
I focused on Arnie. “Cum, Baby. Cum for Mamma. I need you to shoot it deep in me. Can you do that?”
“I’m gonna cum, Mamma. I-I” He cried out. “AAAAAAA!!” His cock thrust hard, piercing the very depths of me. I wrapped my naked legs around his butt and hunched against it. The thing inside me twitched and jerked. Somewhere in his body a faucet twisted open. Instead of shooting blobs of cum, Arnie’s prick sprayed his semen out like a hose, flooding me. I’d never felt anything like his steady stream of hot, thick goo.
Suddenly my head burst with pleasure! I shrieked, “CUMMMINNNGGG!!” The power of my orgasm was intense! I nearly blacked out while my body lurched and twisted on the hard cock still spewing cum into my pussy. It spilled out onto the cot’s canvas from my overflowing cunt, not that I was aware of it. I hardly remembered Arnie’s name while electric pleasure zapped through my nervous system. I kept moaning and groaning. “Mamma loves her baby!”
My slick vagina sucked at Arnie’s cock when additional waves of pleasure crossed my brain. It was crazy how his dick kept spewing cum into me. I’d used douches with less liquid. I swore his flooding would drive me insane if it didn’t stop sending aftershocks through my body. I kept crying out.
The ramen man groaned in the background, finally releasing his cum. I imagined him cumming into his cup.
A final throe wracked my senses, and I collapsed beneath the gentle man who continued to pierce me with his dick. “Were you pretending, Mamma?”
I started laughing. To console Arnie, I hugged him and between peals I whispered, “You’re Mamma’s favorite.”
His dick softened and slipped out of me without him trying. I sat up and then fell to my knees. I licked his cock clean of the amazing flow of cum he had filled my womb with. I even sucked every drop off of the canvas. I was demented, mad for his cum.
“Only expensive whores do that, Mamma.” Arnie observed as I cleaned his wilted penis with my lips and tongue.
“Carl doesn’t know shit, Arnie. Don’t tell him that, though. Okay?”
“Yes, Mamma.” He grinned. “I wish I could fuck you again, but Terry wouldn’t like that.”
“Don’t tell him either.”
“I won’t. I don’t want to lose a toe.”
I started dressing, paying no attention to the men in the room. Half a fifty dollar bill floated down to my shoes. I looked up.
The old man had left his chair and was holding out the most wrinkled dick I’d ever seen. It was barely hard. “I can’t fuck you with this.” He sniffed.
Wearing only my bra and panties, I sucked on that wrinkled, sour tasting prick until he told me to stop, ten minutes later. He grunted, “That’s all I can do.” His cock had pulsed once in my mouth but didn’t cum.
After that, I dressed as fast as I could, before anyone else presented a cock. If Arnie had gotten hard again before I escaped, I never would have.
I hurried past the reception desk, only to stop when the old man said, “Terry deserves your hate, Whore, but his mamma is worse.”
My jaw fell open.
…to be concluded…
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