Sal and I worked a shall we say unique beat. We covered the seedy and salty side of our fair, gritty city. Los Angeles, the “City of Angels” it ain’t. What it is is a gutter filled with filthy animals that crawl out at night to do their sullen business, and indulge their fallen cravings. They say the word “Abomination” means furthest removed from God and the City of Angels is exactly that. Tinsel town and Hollywood fueled this hot mess, and made it gritty.
A place in the high desert, once populated by orange and lemon groves, farming, ranching and oil fields is now a sewer for every form of filth that ever slimed out of a shitpit.
Sal was a pro at getting information and setting up the money shots. Me? Armed with a Graflex and some film packs, I’m ready to go. Bulbs in my pocket are packed in tissue paper to keep them from clanking around and scaring off Sal’s prey.
This time Sal and I had a story to chase that would make any deviant mutherfucker jealous. A former alderman from Chicago had moved to town. He was a weird bird with bags of money, freshly divorced and on to his philandering ways. And let me tell you, he had some philandering ways. First off to Little Tokyo where he disappears down an alley and you can bet a bottom dollar on it, he got some sideways with a little Japanese chick. A guy like this, he gets busted regularly dipping his cock into the hunypot, so this ain’t his first rodeo. Makes it hard to chase him down. Plus white people in a Ford coupe in downtown L.A. aren’t exactly too hard to spot when they’re in Little Tokyo. So we had to wait. Well this time it was a dud. He came out, his fly buttoned and all so there’s no proof he’s on the prowl.
A couple days go by and one of his housekeepers blathers to a source that our mark’s on his way to Vegas. Something special’s going down. A guy like this has no business being in a casino so the only alternative is he’s going there for a treat. We’d heard he had “special tastes” that can only be satisfied by special women schooled in that kind of “therapy” if you know what I mean.
We got ready and were waiting outside his place at 4 in the morning.
And so our tail started. We had a rendezvous waiting at Barstow near the station, so we could switch cars and not tip him off if he thought for a moment he was being followed. Also had another car swap waiting for us down near Kelso Road on the way over.
The ride was easy enough, till we got near Apple Valley and he swerves off the road heading North on road most people don’t take, unless they’re headed to a chicken ranch somewhere. Our plans got foiled so Sal breaks out the binoculars and kept our distance. We could do it and just follow his dust. He’d never know we were behind him, and we’d know where he is. Seemed like a doable plan.
We went up some ways and ended up near Beatty station on the border. The car was beat to shit and I was surprised the tires held up. The ride was gut wrenching. This was more suitable for an army truck, not a car.
We spotted him a mile up the road, going into a house. There’s maybe 15 cars out front, so it looks like a meetup of some kind or a whorehouse. We were betting it was the latter rather than the former. If it was a meetup they’d picked a good hole in the wall, but there’s too many kinds of vehicles out front. Some were trucks hauling stuff, others cars, and a few panel vans.
About a quarter mile away the road turns up some pavement, so Sal says she wants to get out and walk over and tells me to keep back. You gotta understand Sal before I get any further into this story.
Sal’s about 5’8″ tall, jet black hair, emerald green eyes that pierce right through you when she wants answers. And she gets answers alright. Sal always dresses appropriately. By that I mean a nice jacket, lilly white blouse, and some unmentionables that vaguely show off her fucking 38dd torpedoes. Any guy talking to her boobs is going to notice her nipples jutting out through all of that shit she covers em up with and get a hard-on almost instantly. See like I said, Sal’s a pro at it. She tops off that jet black hair with a hat that’s insanely worn, and covers up those bangs she has flowing over her forehead. She knows the right lipstick, right perfume, right high heel shoes, and right skirt to wear. And her skirt had a slit that showed off some heavenly thigh. The best part about it is, Sal doesn’t need to wear hosiery to cover up anything. Her skin’s very clear, like looking at well toned china. Just the right color. The contrast is hard for even me to ignore considering I have to work with her every day. She put on her cateye sunglasses, and tipped them down over her nose just enough so somebody looking would notice those green peepers, but not enough to get a good look at her face. After all, guys gawk at her and never notice her face. Women, they notice. And if this is a cathouse, they’ll notice Sal.
Sal walked the distance, taking her time, swishing those fucking insane hips all the way in. I felt like whipping it out and choking my chicken right there just imagining the scenery that might go on if she ever go involved in some action. Sal had bigger balls than most guys I know but getting a story’s the life blood of a shitrag like our paper. Our newsbeat is gritty. The only fluff pieces we cover are fluffers for porno flicks printed on 8mm black and white film for pervos that can’t wait to see something before they blow a load. Hell I’d venture to guess half the fluffers are homos anyway, blowing other homos to get them hard to go fuck a chick and make a few dollars.
So anyways, Sal goes in. About 30 minutes are going by as slow as a snail’s pace. My crotch is getting itchy for action and my mind’s wandering around thinking I could get some pussy here for a few bucks. The door opens and Sal makes a “go around back” motion. So I grab the camera and sprint across some desert to get to the back of this place. She holds up 3 fingers, and to me that’s the third window. I duck on down low and make it past the first two, hearing all this moaning and shit going on until I get to window number 3.
I peak over the top and see our mark, all tied up being whipped and spit on by some hot looking dike in some kind of weird leather get up covering her from about head to neck. She’s a hot looking piece of ass in that costume, hair all butched out and all. A star tattooed on her right hand. The stupid asshole’s got a gag on him, and he’s begging for more punishment. I peak over the top while I think their not looking and click a shot. Pull my film out, set up the next and shoot another pic for seconds.
As I’m crawling and ducking away, I can hear the bull dike yelling at our mark that someone just shot pictures of his ass being whipped by some kind of weird chick and he starts crying as she whipped him some more.
Sal and I high tailed it out to the car, and pulled back some.
“You see what I saw?” Sal asked.
“Sure. What the fuck was that?”
Sal then explains the finer points of bondage and discipline that some women and men get off being tied up, humiliated and punished. Kinda makes sense since this guy’s a rich and powerful guy. Maybe he’s the exact opposite behind doors, like a pussy waiting to be fucked.
Sal then grabs my crotch and says, “You ever want to do something like that to me?”
Oh shit, my dick went up like a red flag. Her response, “I thought so.” Then she smiled and said our mark’s running out to his car. Sure as she he was. Had half his shirt tucked in, belt dragging behind him carrying is shoes.
So we waited for him to drive off, but he didn’t double-back. He headed out East some, and we followed him across to North Vegas. Hours of dirt roads and obscure highways between us and his destination didn’t make the ride easy, considering I could smell Sal’s perfume, and her sweat just trying to control my hard-on long enough to keep my eyes on the road.
We made some small talk, Sal and me, just ignorning what happened a little earlier. Anything to keep ourselves focused on the job. When we got to Vegas it was harder to keep track of the mark. He pulled into a motorcourt in the North Vegas gutter. This place was kinda slimely. Its not the kind of place I’d go to with the kiddies and wifey in tow. This isn’t what you call a family oriented establishment. More like a flop house for hookers and johns.
Sal got an idea. She’d wait for the mark until he left the office and then follow him over to his bungalo and accidentally bump into him.
With that body, how could he say no? So she gets out and sure enough “bumps” into him as he’s on his way to his room and she’s pretending to go to the office. They make some small talk, and she puts her hand on his arm. He melted.
He heads over to his car and pulls a big suitcase, and drags it over to the bungalo and invites her in. She obliges and goes in first. I sit at the ready waiting for her signal. About 15 minutes later I see her shoe in the front window, and the door’s been left cracked open. So I high tail it over to the door and slowly open it so as not to make it creak. There’s Sal, in her white camisole, big nipples and 38dd boobs sticking out, wearing some tight fitting panties, and those long beautiful legs, and high heels. She’d stripped down for this asshole and he was bent over a chair with his ass sticking up in the air and his face blindfolded and mouth gagged. Sal did a great job.
“You been a bad boy?” she said sternly. “Mmmmm … mmmm….” he responded through the gag. “Mommy’s got to spank you now. Don’t you cum yet until mommy says so.” He winced, “Mmmmm….mmmmm.”
She started spanking him hard, leaving nasty red marks all over his old, fat hairy ass. You could see his member was hard as a rock and swelling. She’d tease him by stroking the back of his balls up to his asshole and back. He’d start rocking that chair wildly, just begging for more. She spanked him again, “Mommy told you not to cum yet. Don’t fucking cum.” “Mmmmm …. mmmmm.”
Then she reaches into the suitcase and pulls out an artificial dick, with a belt on it.
“You ready baby. Mommy’s going to fuck you now and when she says so, you can cum.”
She put that thing on her, poured some cream on it, and his asshole, and started to fuck him with it. He started writhing around like a lunatic. Crying and bucking and she handn’t gone in yet. She turned around and winked at me, turned her head around, and pointed for me to take a picture of this scene.
So I did. I set the aperture low, and timed it as slow as I could so’s not to use a flashbulb. I she started yelling at him, “I’m going to put it in now sweetie. You deserve this for being a bad boy.” While she was saying that I snapped a photo, pulled out the film, snapped a second one and reloaded.
Then she slowly stuck it up his ass. I could hear a sigh of relief coming out of his disgusting nasal passages. She pushed it in nice and slow and he was fucking quiet. Like he was drinking it in.
He had one whimper and she slapped his ass, and then started to thrust in and out a little more and a little bit faster until he started spurting his load all over the floor. She kept going, and going, until you could tell he was sore and hurting. Each thrust just pushed more of it out of his dick till all that was left was a single drop hanging down the tip.
She pulled the dick out of his ass, and then grabbed him by the hair, pushed the chair out of the way, and said, “Now clean up that mess with your tongue! You’ve been a naughty boy. I didn’t say you could cum, did I?”
She pushed his face down and famn if the fucker didn’t lick up his own cum. She spanked him really hard and sure as shit he shot another load out. She made him lick that up too. And I took 8 more pics till my packs ran out. I backed out the door, shut it really quite like while Sal was bitching at him, and then made it back to the car to put it in the safe bag for developing.
Sal took some time finishing up with whatever the fuck that was in there. She emerged from that bungalo with a shit eating grin, put on her sunglasses, and sauntered over to the car and helped herself in.
“Drive,” she said. So I did. Right out of the parking lot. As we’re driving towards the main strip, Sal puts her hand on my crotch again, opens her purse and shows me the fake dick she just took with her from the mark’s bungalo. She smiles, and says, “Wanna get lucky tonight big boy? I need some satisfaction.”
I came in my pants. Sal laughed. She said not to worry about it because I’m still gonna get lucky tonight.
It was getting dark and Sal pointed me over to a hotel off the main strip. She went into the office understandably covering up my little mistake in cumming all over myself, and came out with a room key at the end.
By now I’m sweating. I mean what guy wouldn’t want to have a few rounds with Sal? I never knew she had this kind of a wild side. Now I know, I want a taste of more of it. I didn’t care if she fucked me with that dick as long as I got more of Sal.
I pulled our bags out of the trunk and made our way into the room. She opened up her overnight bag, and pulled out some handcuffs, some red velvet rope, a tube of something, and a whole outfit for me to wear. This thing had some kind of leather gear as part of the getup.
“Get naked. You’re going to put on those black leather panties for a man, and you’re going to put on that black man-corset, and then you’re going to learn how to treat me in bed. Then I’m going to teach you how to cum like a man and not some horny little boy.”
Right now I’m about 2 degrees above the bursting point. My body temps probably went up above 102. Hell my eyebrows were sweating.
“Well, get naked and put that shit on … NOW!” she yelled. So I got naked. My cum-stained pants and boxers were peeled off, and I’m standing there at attention.
“Take the fucking socks off moron.” she muttered.
“Oh yeah. I forgot.”
So she then takes her jacket off, and unzips the side of her skirt. Her blouse’s tails are draping over her perfect ass and hips, hiding her panties and crotch. She bends over running her hands down her thighs, knees and shins, right down to her ankles, nice and slow like, showing me her ass bent over, with her pussy just pushing through her wet crotch.
“Like what you see sailor?” she asked. “Well, yeah.” I responded nervously.
Her perfect 38dd’s were just hanging there held together by that white camisole, and what a view I had. God I was ready to suck any perv’s dick to do her.
“Okay. Here’s the rules. You don’t cum and if you do, you better get hard again, and if you can’t then I work on it. You stay hard. And you make sure you treat me like that little girl that needs some punishment, just like that dickhead you saw this afternoon. Got it? Get it? Good! Now put on the man panties and put on the corset, and just do what I tell you to do.”
So I put on this leather contraption she calls a man’s panties. Gotta tell you its a fucking codpiece. And what’s that you might ask, a big leather strap that goes around your butt cheeks, and under your balls and over your dick and ties into the rest of the belt. It was a bit airy back there as there was no place for your shit stains to rest. But what the fuck? I wanted to do Sal, so if this is what it takes then fucking so be it.
The corset thing was a bitch. I could hardly breath but it pushed all my blood two ways: up and down while squeezing me in the middle.
Sal then comes over with a lipstick. “Pull your lips in for a minute.” I ask her, “Why?” She then responds sternly, “You wanna get laid and have some fun or ask stupid questions.” So I do what she says. She puts the lipstick on me.
Now I feel like a leather-bound clown. Standing there with my balls forced into one leather pouch and my dick scrunched up into another part of that pouch.
Right then she pulls that camisole off her chest. Slow and easy. And with one finger, does an “oops” and drops it to the ground with a silly shit eating grin. “You like my tits?” There’s drool coming out of my mouth when I responded, “Hell yeah!”
Then she turns around with her back to me, and gently, and slowly shimmied those panties off her ass while bending over until she had them down around her ankles, and stepped out of them one high heeled foot at a time.
“You like my pussy?” Sal asked. “Oh hell yes!” I responded. She slowly stood up, and handed me the handcuffs. Then she said, “No. I want this to be a special night” and took them back.
That’s when she handed me the rope and told me how to tie her up. It was a special way with her forearms bound together.
“Now bend me over your knee and spank me. Tell me what a bad girl I’ve been. I mean it. I’m a bad girl that needs a spanking. I want you to spank me till I cum. Don’t be a pussy. There’s the chair, pull it up and put me over your knee and spank my bad girl ass till its beet red. Tell me I fucked a man and good girls don’t fuck men. Tell me it right. Use every profanity you can think of. And don’t stop until I cum. But first I want you to kiss my ass with those lips and leave lipstick marks on my ass.”
Okay. This was a weird request. But I was fucking dying to do Sal. “Sure anything for you Sal.” I got down on my knee and kissed her ass. I nice big plastered lipstick kiss right there.
“No. While we’re playing, you call me “Missy”. You address me as “Missy” or “Bad, bad girl. I mean it. Now just do it.”
So I pull the chair over and tug her over to bend over my knee.
“No. Rough. Mean it. Mean it like I just wrecked your car and its gonna be two years salary to get a new one. Like I’m a bad girl.”
So I yanked her over, and put her over my knee, and reminded myself that I’m really pissed at her for making me wear this weird clown outfit, and kiss her ass. I imagined her doing some unspeakable thing to me, enough to get me pissed off like teasing my cock and not fucking me.
So I spanked her hard and she yelled “Harder you pussy. I’m unbreakable just spank my ass red. Tell me I’m a bad girl and spank my ass.”
So I started swatting her lilly white ass, making it red. “This is for making that poor man bend over a chair, and tying him down. For fucking with his balls and fucking him with some kinda fake dick. I swatted her some more, each time her cheeks would wobble and she’d moan in pure delight. I then asked her in between swats, “Were you happy to make him eat his own cum?” Swat. “You know what cum tastes like to a man?” Swat. “Its disgusting and ugly and you made him lick it up off a dirty floor.” Swat .. swat… “Did that make you horny? You know good girls don’t get horny doing disgusting shit like that, right? You know it!” Swat .. swat.
She came and I could see her quivering while she came bent over my knee. I swatted her some more and a little harder, leaving the vague outline of a hand in only one spot.
She started to calm down, and said, “Oh God I needed that! There’s room for improvement, oh man oh man. Whoo!”
I looked at her and she chuckled. “You should see the fucking look on your face! I’ll bet you want a special treat now, right?”
“Daddy want his good girl to take care of his penis?” she said in a sweet girly voice. “Well get on the bed!” she said in a guteral voice. Wow!
I got on the bed and she did this weird thing with her arms all bound up and squirted some lotion on her hands, looking at me, and then she pulled that flap down on those leather panties she had me wearing, and pulled my dick out, all nice and hard.
She wedged herself between my legs and spread my thighs wide and then started to give me the blowjob of the century. She started slow, first examining my shaft with her tongue, looking up at me never really breaking her stare.
She gently touched every part from my balls all the way up to the tip of my dick. Back down, taking my left nut into her mouth sucking on it, then licking over to my right nut. I was starting to squirm and she took my dick in all the way. I swear I could feel her tonsils on my dickhead! She gently moved up and down rolling her tongue all around my shaft and my head, back and forth, wet, hot, tongue all over me inside her wet, hot mouth. I could feel her breathing heavier and heavier through her nostrils, as some precum started to make its way up my dick and into her mouth. She stopped for a second with my pole deep inside her mouth, and then let out a yummy sound, “Mmmmmmmm” like she was eating chocolate or something. That sound, that sound of pleasure moaning through her vocal chords and around my throbbing shaft, and me sitting there trying to hold it all back as much as I could and just when I thought I was going to cum, I held back some more.
She waited, her warm mouth around me, taking in those little droplets of precum, like nectar to her. Me savoring every second of this frozen moment in time. I was in heaven. Blowjob heaven. Not there and not gone, not going and not coming. Right at that irresistible moment and somehow I maintained the status quo.
I heard something and next thing I knew it, she had a finger up my ass. That lotion was cold, her finger felt strangely exciting going into my asshole and then she hit a spot and I shot a load into her mouth, deep in her mouth.
She made a louder “Mmmmmm” and then started to move her finger inside me while sucking and stroking my dick with her mouth and tongue.
I could feel her throat contracting as she tried to swallow my load but also felt that hot sticky mess drooling out onto my balls. I felt like I couldn’t stop cumming. I came like a bastard on fire! And that finger up my ass just kept me cumming. I don’t know what she did but it made me cum some more. She finally stopped when my ass was getting sore.
Sal let me relax. I was coming down off some kind of cloud. I couldn’t even talk straight. My rain was on fire. My dick was on fire. My ass hurt like hell. And yet, somehow I felt good about this.
Sal got up and turned on the sink, and made some hot water, soaked a towel in it and came over and cleaned me up and asked me to untie her arms. So I pulled the rope off and unwound it. She then undressed me except for those leather “man” panties.
“I want you to give me some pleasure. Lick my pussy. You ever eaten a pussy out before?” Sal asked.
I turned red. Honestly I’d never put my mouth on a pussy much less licked it. I mean I’ve never even seen a pussy up close. It was always in the dark.
She sat on the bed next to me and man she was dexterous. She spread her legs wide and showed me her pussy. I mean in the light. It was perfect. I’d never seen a pussy like that, just like that. It was wet, little bits of shimmering sweat like droplets hanging on it. So she spread it out more and said, “This is the clitoris. Its kind of sensitive but girls like to have this played with. So when you lick, lick around it, and if you touch it directly, be real gentle and use plenty of saliva. Now if she comes out, that means she wants to be touched, but be gentle because I’ll feel it big time.”
Sal then gets up against the headboard and spread out in front of me. “Now start licking and if you do something right, I’ll tell you and if you do something wrong, you’ll know it.”
So I got down there and started to poke around with my tongue. God her pussy smelled sweet and musky at the same time. I poked my tongue here and there and actually found her pussy hole and put my tongue in there, and she moaned. So I kept going in and out of it and she queued me to do that amd move up a bit. She pointed her finger at her clitoris, and it was nice and hard, spongy hard really. Nothing came out like when she made it kind of come out. But I licked up around it like she said, and then back down to the hole, and then back up and then around and she started moaning more.
I got curious and poked a finger inside of her and she got all excited and that little clitoris thing darted out, so I went back in and gave it a nice, slimy wet lick and she moaned louder. I kept licking and poking my finger in and out of her hole and she started to squirm and moan. She reached down and pointed her finger at her clitoris and so I took that cue and went for it some more taking it into my mouth by sucking around it and then licking that thing nice and gentle and thats when it happened.
I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. But I could feel her cumming around my finger while she pushed her pussy right into my upper teeth, and I sucked on that little clitoris thing and she started to cry out, and moan and make all sorts of happy noises. She just about broke my nose when she started shoving her whole pussy into my face and crying out. “Oh …. ohh….” then lots of fast, heavy breathing until she simmered down and asked me to stop because she was really sore.
I looked up and her face was red, her neck was red, she had a stupid, glazed look in her eyes and they were all squinty. She was still breathing heavy.
I looked down and there was a huge wet spot on the bed. I mean she came all right. She wasn’t just wet. She was really super wet.
“Okay. We’re going to do something else. I want you to lie down over here on your back nice and comfy and I’m going to get you nice and hard so you can fuck me.”
So I do what she says. She puts her ankles up around my head and I’ve got a view of her pussy to die for. She starts playing with my dick with her hands, and then licking and teasing the head with her tongue. A little at a time. More and more until she got me good and hard.
She turned around and got ontop of me and started to grind my dick inside of her back and forth, back and forth, occasionally up and down but mostly back and forth. She was rubbing herself on me, that leather shit I was wearing and my dick inside of her.
This went on for about 15 minutes before I came like a maniac and just as I shot my first spurt into her, she started to moan and cum while rubbing harder and harder and squeezing on me like mad.
She didn’t stop at all. Once my dick flopped out she rolled over, and she was still cumming, and started to masturbate herself.
Got I just wanted to help anyway I could. So I got up around her head and bent over and started sucking on her nipples while she played with herself, back and forth. And at some point, my dick was in the right spot and she pulled that into her mouth and sucked on it while playing with herself.
About ten minutes later, she came again and so did I. There couldn’t have been that much left in me or her for that matter. I was sore. I mean literally my dick was sore, my balls were sore and my ass was still hurting.
We fell asleep that night. She put her head on my chest and passed out
The next morning we cleaned up.
“You breathe a word about this to anybody and you’re dead man.” Sal said, before we left.
We work a beat together, and you know what, we’re never lonely.
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