She could feel it; that too familiar slight swelling and then the pulsing. The addition of the hot cream wasn’t very noticable. Too much there already. That was number four who withdrew and zipped up his pants as he departed.
The next one was eager, dropping his drawers before he reached the old mattress under the window where she lay on her back, knees up, and pussy gaping and drooling. The room was unlit so coming in from the lighted other room, its condition wouldn’t be seen, but it sure could be felt by the next hard shaft that squished inside.
She had trained her pussy muscles to provide more friction. The goal was to get them off asap, then on to the next. The third cock had gotten her jollies and now it was just boring.
She usually kept her eyes closed. Not much to see in the darkened room anyway. She didn’t care one bit about the skin color of whoever was sticking it to her. She’d had them all. Besides, for the price they were paying there were no amenities. Occasionally she tilted her pelvis and maybe give some counter thrusts if that would pleasure her clit, but usually she was simply a sperm receptacle.
This was the last one. Carlos apologized for the slow day. She could usually handle eight including him. He fucked her first to get her ready for the customers, he claimed. Some of his other girls didn’t get that so she guessed he liked her pussy.
“Hey, V, welfare checks tomorrow. Ought to pick up then.” Her name was Virginia which she hated. “V” was her nickname and, she though wryly, fit her work. Three days a week, for a couple of hours each, Carlos supplied her with a place and johns. She was guaranteed forty dollars but could make as much as seventy-five each. Supply and demand kept the prices low.
She lived two buildings over with her mother who got a small disability check. Barely enough to keep herself alive, let alone V. This was the only alternative she’d found for obtaining income to buy a few clothes, fund a cheap cellphone, and help her mother out. Pretty shitty life for a seventeen-year-old white girl, or any color for that matter. Her skin color and red hair did get her a somewhat better price than some of the homely black chicks.
At the entrance to her building, she saw an older man struggling to open the door with two armloads of groceries and other packages. “Let me help you with those,” she offered. He looked at her suspiciously, have been robbed by that ploy. Sensing his concern, she just held the door and slipped in to open the inner one too. “What floor you going to?” was her next question.
“That’s a long way to carry them. I really do want to help.” It was the top floor of the twelve-story building where the elevator rarely worked. She took what looked like the heaviest bags and opened the stairwell door. They paused every third floor so he could rest.
When they got into his small apartment he thanked her and offered some lemonade and cookies. She accepted even though she didn’t like lemonade. Manners were important. He wanted to visit, she could tell, so she decided to stay for a bit even though she needed to get back to her mom. Her pussy was getting crusty as the cum dried and needed cleaning too.
His name was Frank and he was on disability like her mom. Lung disease. She told him her name and what floor she lived on, then asked if she could stop by later since she had some things to take care of. His face brightened and he wanted to hug her. That was nice, she thought.
A while later he was showing her his scrapbook, one of the few life treasures he still had. He’s been a miner, had lost a wife and child in an accident, and his health had gone downhill for quite a while. Ho was only fifty but that seemed real old to V. Her mom was thirty-five with a degenerative neurological condition that was steadily progressing. She needed assistance getting around the apartment, even to take a piss. This put a heavy load on a young woman who had dropped out in the tenth grade to shoulder these responsibilities.
Frank was so grateful for her company that he gave her a nice chocolate bar to share with her mother. He got a warm and prolonged hug for his kindness. She also felt a bit redeemed as a person. Her self-esteem was about as low as her pussy price.
She began visiting him every day, usually before heading two buildings over on the days she worked, and coincided her shopping with his so he would get the help he needed. After the first joint shopping trip he said, “I’m cooking a dinner for three today. You be here at six to help me transport it to your apartment. Have the table set before you come so we can serve it hot.”
Her mom was thrilled to have company. It had been a long time and not something they could afford. They both got their best clothes on and fixed each other’s hair.
V was right on time and it sure smelled good as she carefully carried the roasting pan while Frank had some other things.
Introductions were made and Frank produced a bottle of red wine. Water glasses had to do for the toast. Frank raised his glass to V and said, “A toast to the finest young lady I’ve met in a very long time.” Her mother seconded it and she blushed bright red.
The roast beef and vegetables were a wonderful treat. His salad was better than V ever made. The wine made it perfect and they chatted for a long time. V hadn’t seen her mother in such a good mood in at least a year. When Frank produced an imported chocolate bar to share for dessert, her mother waved him over, put her arms around him and gave him a big kiss. Now it was Frank’s turn to get red.
V whispered to her mother before she helped Frank clean up and carry his stuff back upstairs. Again, three flights then rest. When they got him home she insisted on doing the pots and pans. Then she sat down with him, “Frank, you are the nicest man I may have ever met. Now I want to be nice to you. May I ask you some personal questions?”
He smiled, “I reserve the right to not answer, but go ahead.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” “No.”
“Do you still like sex?” “Yes.”
“Do you think I’m attractive?” [that was the scary one for her fragile ego] “Very much so!”
Relieved, she asked the big question, “Would you have sex with me? It’s the only gift I have the ability to offer you.”
Frank stood up, took her hands, and made her stand in front of him, answered, “I’d be deeply honored!” and hugged her close. She felt the front of his pants swell a bit.
After enjoying the affectionate closeness she stepped back and began disrobing him. When she got to his waist she removed her own top and his eyes went to her ample breasts. He sucked in his breath at the sight, then said, “They’re beautiful. Maybe the best I’ve ever seen.”
“Touch them. They like the attention.” He knelt down, and hands and mouth made them tingle in a delightful way. Damn, it had been a long time since anyone had appreciated them with caring.
The lower half of garments went much the same way until it became obvious that horizontal would work better. His bedroom was as neat as the rest of his tiny place. His face went between her legs as soon as it could and she was glad she’d washed her pussy out well. Yesterday had been a busy work day with eight customers and the pimp getting in it.
She orgasmed almost immediately and he kept going until she begged for mercy. He was so proud.
“I want you inside me now. Give me my purse. There are condoms in it.”
“I don’t need them. I’m clean.”
“But I might not be. I have sex with others, sometimes bare. I’m on birth control though.”
“I’ll take my chances just to feel the real you. Thanks for the consideration though.”
It was different, being fully naked with a man who was going to take his time. Plus he was a lot older than her usual john. Would that make a difference? She was ready to find out. “May I be on top?”
On his back in a flash, Frank murmured, “My favorite position.”
She was impressed with the hardness of his shaft and gently fondled the big hairy balls hanging down before she knee-walked over him. She didn’t usually get to do this and it was turning her on big time. His hands cupped her hanging breasts before she’d even lined up his arrow with her target. She was as wet as if she’d already been fucked and eased down on him.
Frank groaned on the second down stroke and she felt his seed. When he tried to apologize she shut him up with a kiss, “I guess you think I’m really sexy. Let’s just keep going.” He stayed firm enough to enjoy carefully and he refilled before she got tired.
“Play with my clit, please.” He did and she moved towards her own satisfaction. He came again but she didn’t feel much seed heat. Laying on top of him she kissed his neck. Without realizing that it was out-loud, she said her thoughts, “I get lots of sex but no loving. This is wonderful.”
Frank surprised her when he said, “I know and I’m happy we could do this.”
Raiding up her head, she had a puzzled look on her face., “What do you mean, ‘you know’?”
He said softly, “I have a good friend two buildings over that described you perfectly. He is one of your regulars and won’t do it with anyone else.”
V began to sob, “I wish you didn’t know that! I want you to like me!”
He shushed her with a kiss, “I DO like you, just as you are. If I didn’t we wouldn’t be right here like this. Get it?”
She sniffled and nodded her head.
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