Message-ID: <19945eli$9902150639@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "OddManOut Anywhere" Subject: NEW: My Slut Kysa (mf, wife, slut, no respect) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990215043401.657.qmail@hotmail.com> DISCLAIMER: The following story is about a relationship that is not recommended for anyone who wants to preserve their mental health and well-being. It is the story of a deaf woman that is tricked into being a whore for her husband. If this offends you, then tough. Kysa, the story for whom this was written, told me she loved it, and no one else's opinion really matters. If you're under 18, go look for some warez. OddManOut presents (after a loooooong absence, sorry)...... My Slut Kysa Every night, when I come home from work, I get a blowjob from my wife, Kysa. It’s kind of a ritual with her; she loves to eat come, and I’m not one to keep her from it. She’s deaf, so she can’t hear me come in. Instead, after I walk through the door, I just find her, tap her on the shoulder, and she obediently gets down on her knees for me. Usually I start out by stroking her hair and the side of her face as she pulls my cock out of my pants. She’ll smile up at me from the attention, and respond by sticking out her tongue and placing the tip at the base of my balls. Then, she’ll slowly, lovingly run her tongue up and around the bottom of my shaft until it is twirling around my cockhead. She’ll pause to suck the pre-cum from the tip, pause again to savor the taste, then lick her way back down the sides to my nuts again, taking special care to suckle each one in her mouth as she gazes straight into my eyes. When she’s ready to move on, she’ll seal her lips around the tip of my cock, then suck in slowly, loving every square centimeter of my flesh, until I am halfway in. Kysa will fondle my balls as she begins to suck in earnest now, milking me slowly to get all the precome that seeps from my head. I smile down at her and stroke her hair, letting her know how good she feels to me. I think she knows it too, because she will respond with a quick little suck when I pinch her ear lightly. I can move my other hand down to her head now, and cradle it between my palms. Kysa knows what I want, and I give her a second to relax her throat a little before I start to push the rest of my dick into her waiting mouth. She deep-throats me easily, and I can hold on to her soft hair as I begin to slowly saw my shaft in and out of her throat. She’ll help a little, moving her tongue around and sucking in as I pull out to create a delicious vacuum. Kysa takes great pride in her fellating skills, and insists on ‘keeping up her training’ every day. She is in the zone now, and I can easily grab her head and shove it all the way down my cock, fucking her throat the way other men would fuck their wives’ cunts. Kysa doesn’t mind. In fact, when I don’t give her mouth a good reaming every once in a while, I think she starts to wonder what’s wrong. She takes my assault on her mouth like a trooper, and when I am ready to come, I announce it by pulling myself from her mouth. Not that she doesn’t like swallowing. I just like to see a couple shots of my come land on her gorgeous face before I give her the rest more directly. She usually gives me a big smile, and opens her mouth wide in expectation of the load to come. When I finally climax, I blow two big shots of semen across her face, sometimes into her hair, then stuff myself back in her mouth for her to finish me off. She obliges willingly, milking my cock with her cheeks and tongue to make sure she gets as much come out of me as she can. As she finally sucks the last drops of sperm from my penis, I look down at her, give her a big grin, and say “You certainly are an eager little cocksucker, aren’t you? Or are you just hungry?” Kysa responds with a gentle smile and rests her sticky cheek against my stomach. She thinks I’m telling her that I love her. I met Kysa just after she graduated from college. I knew as soon as I saw her that she was a slut for hard, brutal sex. It was only a couple dates’ worth of flowers and ‘you’re so nice to talk to’ before I had her face shoved into my pillow as I slammed her doggy style. The best thing was, the little minx loved it. I could pick her up at seven, shove her head in my lap at 7:05 as I drove to the restaurant, again at 8:30 as we watched our movie, and then take her to a dark spot for a quickie before I had her back at 11. The next day, I’d get some cute little thank-you note in my email, something like ‘I had a nice time with you last night, Let’s do it again!’ Now that was my kind of girl. The kind I could fuck six ways from Sunday, but who would still ask for more. I actually had a pretty good relationship with Kysa until I arrived early for one of our dates. I noticed a strange car parked outside as I drove up, and although the shades were down, I noticed some sort of action taking place in the window of her house. I noticed that one of the shades had not been pulled down all the way, so I snuck up to the house and peeked through the tiny crack to see the action inside. There on the floor was Kysa, getting her cunt drilled by a black dude with a huge cock. Her body was resting on a chair, keeping her butt level to give the guy a better angle on his attack. He was really giving it to her, slapping her ass hard and telling her how her wimp boyfriend wasn’t going to feel anything when he stuck his dick in her that night. Kysa didn’t mind, in fact she didn’t even know what he was saying, since her head was currently shoved into a couch cushion. I took a little offense at being called a ‘wimp boyfriend’, and even more offense when I noticed that Kysa was letting this guy do her without a condom, which she never lets me do. I was heartbroken at that moment, and I recalled that she had indeed seemed pretty loose lately, although I had stupidly attributed that to my own efforts. I wondered how she could do this to me. Hadn’t I always acted sweet towards her? Hadn’t I given her all the cum she wanted? I would have barged in on them and ended it right there, except that the guy was huge, and judging from the way he was treating Kysa, I knew he wouldn’t feel any inhibitions when it came to pounding me to a pulp. I decided to wait until he had finished fucking Kysa before going in to confront her. It turned out to be quite a wait. While I watched my rival bend my girlfriend almost double to get better entry into her slit, I realized that she had probably been going behind my back for quite some time. I remembered more than one occasion in which I would find her much looser than usual, or especially slick. Like an idiot, I had thought it was because I had gotten her extremely aroused that night, so that she couldn’t control her own body. Now I knew that some other guy was priming her pump for me before I even picked her up. I wondered how many guys she’d been fucking behind my back as I watched the guy pull his cock out of Kysa’s snatch and shove it in her mouth. He didn’t have any pretense of getting some lip or tongue action out of her, he just squeezed her cheeks to make her open up, then shoved about five inches of his meat down her throat. When he saw that she took it, he grabbed her head in his hands and crammed the rest in with one violent push. Kysa rocked back from the force of the assault, then put out her arms and grabbed his butt to support herself and keep him in her mouth. I saw her try to relax as the man turned her mouth into a new cunt for himself. She took one hand from around his waist and moved it down to her clit to play with herself. It looked like the little slut liked to be fucked even harder than I had been giving her. She must have been really turned on, because it was barely a couple of minutes of playtime before she started shaking and going stiff in a hard orgasm. She cried out, “Ohhmmmmmffff! Mmmmmmaaammmmfff!” groaning around her lover’s cock as she tweaked her clit. This was enough to set the guy off, and to my surprised eyes, he started deep-stroking Kysa’s throat, sawing it in very fast, then yelling as he came, injecting his cum straight into her stomach. I knew Kysa wouldn’t like that—she usually likes to taste it—but she had no choice, as her head was held fast. Only after he had finished his orgasm and relaxed his grip a little was she able to move her head up enough to suck out his cum and get a good taste of it sliding over her tongue. The big black guy let her drink down the rest of his sperm, then pushed her head away and went to the bathroom to wash up. While he did, Kysa went into her room to get dressed for our date. I took the opportunity to sneak back to my car, where I waited until I saw the man leave. Kysa gave him a big hug at the door, and smiled at his back as he walked to his car. After he was gone, I counted slowly to 50, then pulled up to Kysa’s door. When she opened the door, I could see that the cooze hadn’t even finished washing up from her previous date. Her hair was still out of place, her dress was too wrinkled, and when she kissed me, I had to keep from pulling my head away at the salty taste that was still on her lips. I pushed Kysa away, grabbed her notepad, and confronted her with what I had seen for the past half hour. I thought she might break down and beg for forgiveness, or maybe get pissed off and break up with me right there, but she reacted in a way that I didn’t expect. Sitting me down, she wrote out to me that she had always been attracted to black men, that she couldn’t go for more than a month without getting some dark dick in her cunt, and that although she liked to fuck them, she still wanted to keep dating me, ‘for the romance’. It was hard to keep from laughing as I read that last line, but my mind was already considering the possibilities. I didn’t want to keep some two-timing skank as my steady girlfriend, but I was running a little short on cash, and I figured that if she wanted to keep seeing me and keep seeing black men, I might take a different position in her life. Not ‘wimp boyfriend’ so much as ‘pimp boyfriend’. I looked deep into her eyes with my best longing gaze, then wrote: “Darling, I don’t like the fact that you’ve been fucking black men behind my back, but I love you, and if that is what you need to do to keep this romance alive, than I support you fully.” I tore off the paper and handed it to her, then watched her reaction. As soon as she read it, the silly bimbo’s eyes started to tear up, and she gave me a big hug of joy. “I knew you I could count on you, honey,” she slurred, “having you in my life, but getting to fuck real men is the best thing that could happen to me.” I grinned when I heard that. When all was said and done, Kysa was going to have her fill of real men and more. The next week, while I was away at work, Kysa went out, met a big strong black man named Luther, and took him to a hotel where he fucked the shit out of her for three straight hours. At the end, he left her cunt so loose and stretched out that when I met her that evening, I could easily slip three fingers inside her without too much resistance. When he was done ramming her, Luther pulled out and shot his load all over Kysa’s big tits, then made her rub his cum into her skin with her hands. Kysa didn’t tell me about Luther. I knew about it because I had set the encounter up. I met ‘Luther’, whose name was really Stephen, in a bar after work a few days earlier. He was bitching about how he’d always wanted to fuck a white girl, but they were always too stuck up for him, and acting too good to even look at him, much less fuck him. I overheard his rant, and asked him how he’d like to have his way with a gorgeous lily white girl that would easily spread her legs for him, let him fuck her like a cheap whore, then swallow down whatever cum he had to give at the end without hesitation. He thought I was joking, but I told him that I could set him up so that he could meet Kysa. “She’ll love you,” I told him, “just act like a stereotypical black guy, and she’ll be drooling from both mouths. She does it all the time.” I offered him a deal, $100 up front, and $100 after the act, if he was completely satisfied. Stephen handed me the down payment, and we made the plan: I would ask Kysa to go to the grocery store over her lunch break next Wednesday to pick up some supplies. I’d make sure she had to get a lot of vegetables. Stephen would hang out in the produce section until he saw a hot, big-titted deaf brunette come by, and start coming on to her. Slut that she was, I knew Kysa would need to sample his wares. From then on, he could play it by ear. I admit, I didn’t really know Stephen, and he might have been an axe murderer or something, but then, Kysa had probably been bringing home strange black guys for a long time, and she didn’t seem to have anything bad happen to her, so I figured one more couldn’t hurt. The whole next week, I was as excited as hell. Kysa was going to get her first taste of payback. And if everything went well, I was going to be on my way to a new and profitable hobby; whoring out my girlfriend for cash. I even took special care to make sure that Kysa would be willing to play along… the next few nights, I was irritatingly gentle with her, and when I fucked her, I made sure I came as soon as possible, before she could get any relief. Then I would roll over and go to sleep before she got up the strength to object. I even foreswore her killer blowjobs with some lame excuse that I was on a big project and didn’t have the time to get my dick sucked. By the time Wednesday rolled around, I could see in Kysa’s face that she was ready to fuck anything that even looked at her funny. With that in mind, I gave her a deep, lingering kiss, stroking her lower back and butt, then dashed out the door to work before she could do anything else. I was secretly laughing inside. More than once, Kysa had cock-teased me and withheld her mouth or cunt from me in order to drive me crazy and bend me to one of her silly whims. Now I was turning the tables by keeping HER starved for sex, until she had no choice but play right into my aims. As soon as I got to work, I sat down at my computer and fired off an email to Kysa, telling her to pick up my veggies over lunch. Kysa gets the email on a text pager, so telling her this way is just like calling someone with a cell phone who can hear, except without the back-talk. Two hours later, I was hard as a rock, knowing that Kysa was probably getting drilled at that very moment. I spent my lunch hour and break period hiding out in the bathroom, jacking off furiously to keep my erection from showing the rest of the day. At just after 5, as I was getting ready to go home, I got paged. It was from Stephen. “Man, you were right about her! She was one hot piece of ass!” “I told you she would be. What did you do to her?” “I got her mouth, then I came up her cunt. She was so hot, I got hard again, and I was able to tit-fuck her and get some head, too. Man, I’ve come in a woman’s mouth before, but I’ve never had anyone actually try and suck it out from me before I even shot. I gotta do it again!” Thus I started out in my new job; professional Kysa-whoring. For a while, Stephen was my only client, but that was OK, since he paid well. Before long, though, he was telling all his black friends about the hot white bitch who would do anything he wanted, and soon Kysa’s dance card was filling up rapidly. About three times a week, she would ‘cheat’ on me with a man I had set up to meet her. It was kind of funny the way she reacted to it. Instead of feeling ashamed or secretive, Kysa would act angry towards me for not being a ‘real man’, and forcing her to turn to black men for satisfaction. If only she knew that I got satisfied too, in the form of cash. I ‘settled’ for her blowjobs on the nights she’d been out, due to the fact that her main hole was all stretched out from taking so much dick. Acting the concerned, sensitive husband, I insisted to Kysa that if she had affairs, she should have them at hotels and private getaways, ostensibly for the reason that I didn’t want anyone to see strange men coming and going at her house during the day. The real reason was that I didn’t want any of my customers to know where she really lived, to keep them from helping themselves to a free session. Kysa was my finest natural resource, and I was going to play her to the hilt, until she was so played out that no man would want her anymore. After a few months of straight whoring, I branched out into a few fantasy setups. Kysa and I went on a vacation to a remote lake, to be taken by ‘surprise’ by Stephen and his friends. I acted like I didn’t know them, and as soon as I had gone ‘fishing for the afternoon’, the men blackmailed Kysa into slutting herself out for them, threatening to tell everyone she knew and worked with about her lust for dark meat. Not that she needed much persuasion. As I filmed from outside, Kysa expertly and eagerly took all their cocks down her mouth and up her cunt until she had milked them dry and was oozing cum from all over. After they left and I ‘returned’, Kysa came up to me and gave me an affectionate kiss, thinking she was so clever at getting me to taste other men’s come. But I wouldn’t do that for a thousand dollars. Instead, I did it for $2500, which was what Stephen and his pals paid me for their session and the video. The next month, I took Kysa to a football game, where we ‘just happened’ to sit next to a couple of large muscular black men she had never seen before. I made sure that I made lots of trips to the refreshment stand to make sure she got acquainted with the guys (also because the cost of the drinks was expensed to them). At half-time, Kysa told me she had to go to the bathroom. She and the two men were gone until the middle of the third quarter. When she returned, she was walking somewhat funny, and her knees looked like they’d been washed. I leaned behind her and asked the guys what they did to her. Catching on, they leaned back as well, and while my deaf slut watched the game, they told me that they’d taken her out behind the stands and fucked her under the bleacher seats in the dirt. They’d gotten caught by a security guard, but they got out of it by making Kysa suck his cock. The men hadn’t paid that much for the scenario; only tickets, drinks, and the usual fee, but they must have really gotten to her, because she was walking funny and her legs were sore for days afterwards. I even had to cancel a couple of appointments. By this time, Kysa was developing quite a reputation around town as a slut that would put out at the drop of a hat for any guy with a big dick, and her own personal affairs were outstripping anything I could set up for her myself. It was a big pain in the ass, because I didn’t just lose revenue on the guys she saw on her own. No one wanted to pay money to me when they knew they’d get to fuck her for free eventually. I went to Kysa and told her I was moving away from the city. I pleaded for her to come with me to start a new life. ‘With new customers’, I didn’t add. Her eyes flashing, she wrote down “I’m not packing up my life to leave with you until you show me that you can make a commitment to keep me. It’s obvious you’re dick’s not big enough to satisfy me. How can I count on you emotionally?” After I read this, I was ready to slap the hypocritical bitch on her ass and leave her where she was. But before I could, I got my best idea yet. I took Kysa’s pad from her, thought for a minute to frame my words just right, and wrote “Darling, you are right, I can’t just uproot you if you are my girlfriend. But I want more from you. Much more.” About 50 thousand dollars more, I estimated. “Would you make me a happy man and marry me?” Five seconds later, the silly slut was squashing her tits into my chest as she hugged me and blurted out some big goofy sobs. I hugged her back, but mostly I was thinking up my moneymaking scheme. I called up Stephen, the men at the football game, and anyone else I thought was up for my idea and laid out the plan. With help from my customers, we rented a quiet, out-of-the-way chapel, and got one of Stephen’s white friends to play a priest. We were going to promise him a shot at Kysa, but I wanted her to think this was for real, and he had to settle for money and a copy of the video instead. The others were worried that Kysa would spot us faking, but I assured them that she hadn’t set foot in a real church for years, and all she knew about weddings was what she’d seen on TV. The day of the ‘wedding’, Stephen and the gang surprised Kysa in the dressing room as she prepared for the ceremony. I wasn’t there to see it; I had to be getting dressed myself and taking care of the guests…the silly cooze had invited her family to come along and watch her get degraded. So when Kysa walked down the aisle, I knew she probably had about a gallon of cum running down her legs, but I wouldn’t know how it happened until I got a copy of the videotape. A lot of Kysa’s family was present for her Special Day, and more than one told me how open-hearted I must be to marry a deaf girl. What a joke. I was tempted to tell them about being so open-hearted that I’d let my wife get gang-fucked by a group of black men, but I resisted. I knew that could be good blackmail material later, if Kysa ever got out of line. During the ceremony, all of Kysa’s side of the aisle was weeping and sniffling with joy at the event. I caught her hot friend Leslie wiping a tear from her eye, and I regretted that she didn’t have the same kinks as Kysa; I could have been doubling my money. My side of the aisle was all rented actors; I didn’t want any of my real family to see me get married to the cunt. When our ‘priest’ asked if anyone had any objections to our union, I muttered ‘Only if they didn’t get their money’s worth’ so that only he could hear, and he had to choke back a laugh as he put her hand in mine. Later on, as I was giving her our wedding night fuck, I could feel how stretched out she was. After giving it up to so many big dicks that day, it was like taking a canoe through a canal. Kysa was grunting and moaning and trying to put on a show of being turned on by my dick, but I knew that she couldn’t feel anything either. I felt I deserved some good loving for the scene I had worked so hard to set up, and I wasn’t about to be insulted by Kysa’s Z-grade fake orgasms, either. Usually when this happens, I get a blow job, but seeing as how this was a special day and all, I felt I deserved special treatment. So I pulled out, flipped her over, and started to push my rod up her ass. Now Kysa doesn’t really care for stuff in her butt. You’d think that a slut like this would go for anything a guy with a big dick would want to do to her, but for some reason, she’s never learned to appreciate the joy of having her asshole reamed out with a hard cock. Now that I was showing her first hand, she was squirming on the bed, trying to get me to stop my assault on her rear. I shoved her head into the pillow to keep her quiet, then began to slam into her butt in earnest. Now this was some tight ass. Kysa’s squirming and struggling kept her butt clenched like a red-hot fist around my cock, driving me insane with pleasure. I made a mental note to give her another reaming in the near future as I felt her convulse around my shaft. Once or twice, she tried to relax to keep me from getting too rough, but I liked the sensations of her squirming, so whenever she slowed down I gave her a hard slap on the ass or over the tits to get her working again. Ten minutes later, I was ready to come, so I slammed my cock deep into her bowels and let fly with a load of cum so big it would still be oozing out of her when she woke up the next morning. When I was finished using her rectum, I noticed that Kysa had her head buried in the pillow, and was sobbing quietly. I knew she’d be harder to manipulate if she was resentful, so I took her in my arms and gave her some bullshit about being carried away with passion, and thinking that she was screaming for me not to stop. She seemed to buy it, and allowed herself to fall asleep in my arms that way. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking ‘How could you be so cruel to your new wife? What could she have done to justify this?’ I have to admit, I was asking myself these same questions the next morning, before I got a chance to see the video. I also sort of made it up to her by eating out her pussy, which seemed to take the sting off. Here’s what’s on the tape: We start out looking at Kysa, who’s in the process of putting on her wedding dress. Since she’s deaf, the guys doing the filming also provide some running commentary, pointing out her hot butt, or how she has to really stuff her tits into her bra. After about five minutes of spying on her, the men not holding the cam move out and tap her on the back. Kysa is shocked to see eight big black men surprising her in her dressing room, especially when they are all guys she’s fucked before. I can see her thinking ‘how did they know where I was going to be today?’ One of the guys pulls out a piece of paper with a prepared text on it…it says they’re worried she won’t keep fucking them after she gets married. Yeah, right. And I’m worried that I won’t be paying any taxes next April. Kysa reads the paper, then surprises even me when she puts it down, puts her arms around Stephen’s neck, and gives him a deep, wet kiss. I’d never really seen her in the act of going behind my back before, and I’d thought maybe she would have hesitated somewhat, seeing as how it was our wedding day and all. It just goes to show you, never underestimate a slut. For her next move, she shocks us all by getting down on her knees, still in her wedding dress, and pulling out Stephen’s big cock. He’s already somewhat hard from all the spying, so she just gives him a big smile and puts it right in her mouth. She gets about half in before she needs help, which Stephen provides by grabbing her head and pushing. To get a better angle, she raises up her butt. One of the other guys takes this action as an invitation, which probably isn’t completely unintentional. Raising up her gown, he unzips his pants, pulls aside Kysa’s lingerie, then puts the head of his monster cock at the lips of her pussy. I can’t really tell his size from the camera angle, but it looks to be at least eleven inches long, and as thick around as Kysa’s wrist. When she feels him poking at her pussy, she scoots backwards a bit, an open invitation to dive right in. The guy at her rear grabs onto her hips, leans forward, then snaps his torso back and his hips forward as he pulls her to him, driving his cock almost all the way in. If she hadn’t had her mouth full at the time, I’d have bet that her scream would have been heard from outside the church. Instead, Kysa’s head is forced forward onto Stephen’s dick, and she makes only a loud grunt as it’s driven down her throat. Her nose is buried in his pubes, and she seems to be savoring his smell as she gets worked from behind. At about this point in the tape she’s out of control. Instead of moving her head up and down on Stephen, she just relaxes, and lets the pounding she’s taking from behind move her head forward and back. She must be using her tongue too, because Stephen is pulling her hair and telling his friends what a good cocksucker she is. The onlookers seem to be split as to whether they want her mouth or cunt next, and judging by the show, I don’t blame them. They go at it for about a minute like that, then Stephen stiffens up and gives her a blast down her throat, though you wouldn’t be able to tell by any sperm leaking out. Kysa swallows it all…she’s too smart to pull a Monica on her wedding day. As soon as Steven pulls out of her mouth, another guy steps up to take his place. Kysa is caught up in the act now, and plants her head right down on his cock, forcing herself only a little bit to get him down her throat. Meanwhile, the guy fucking her from behind finally blows his load inside her, and pulls out to leave a mess dripping out of her slit. It doesn’t drip for long, because another of Stephen’s friends—Ted, I think, takes his place. Ted’s only got an above-average dick, maybe 7 inches or so, and it slips inside of Kysa quite easily. I can tell it’s not quite what she wants, because as Ted starts fucking her, she bucks back against his dick, trying to get some friction after being reamed out by the bigger man. The worst part for Kysa is, due to her looseness, he’s able to go for a long time in her cunt before coming. I count three more blasts in Kysa’s mouth before he finally adds his load to the kitty. The eight men switch off on Kysa up until about half an hour before she’s scheduled to walk down the aisle. Halfway through, one of them comes over and frees up the cameraman so he can get his turn. By the time they’re done, Kysa is breathing hard through her mouth, and I can see a rivulet of semen running down her thigh. The guys pull on their pants and leave, each one giving one of her tits a goodbye grab before walking out the door. Kysa is left to rearrange her messed-up hair and make-up. Just before the camera turns off, it catches her as she notices a blob of cum on the bodice of her gown. Without thinking about it, she licks her finger, scoops the cum up to her mouth, then sucks on the fabric gently to try and get out the stain. You can hear the cameraman say ‘Whoa, that’s nasty,’ then the tape ends. That wedding was a bitch and a half to set up, but when all was said and done, I got about $6000 from Stephen and his friends for the setup, with maybe $4500 of that as profit. Some day, I think, I’ll have to ask Kysa to ‘Renew our vows’, and maybe squeeze the racket for a little more. Once we moved to our new city, it was a lot easier to set up Kysa’s life to my advantage. No longer would she be able to go out and pick up men on her own; I would bring them to her and let the magic happen. For a while, I tried setting her up with guys I met in bars, but I found that there was a kind of social problem to that. I’m a pretty professional looking white guy, and if I wandered into a heavily black bar and started asking black men if they wanted to fuck a hot white bitch, they’d think I was some sort of KKK member trying to start something. So I was forced to try and recruit from the black men at the places I went to, which were pretty professional. Unfortunately, the problem with getting professional guys is that they either already have their own supply of white snatch or they don’t want it, so getting some business was pretty hard. I tried to fuck Kysa extra rough during this dry period, slamming her cunt so hard she’d be walking funny until the next time I did it. It took her edge off some, but you could see she was still getting hornier. I knew that soon she’d reach a point where she’d be giving it up for free, and then it would all go down the shithole again. So I happened on a new plan. Rather than go to my usual bars to find apathetic professionals, and rather than risk getting beat up by going into predominantly black bars, I would go to a different place. At this place, I could meet black men in a one-on-one setting, have a nice long talk about the white slut that would give them the ride of their life, and I could be sure of their enthusiasm about turning her into some rent-a-cunt for the afternoon. I went to a prison. It was a brilliant idea. Most prisoners didn’t have some horny white girl waiting for them when they get out, and they didn’t have many inhibitions about fucking one for money either. I could charge them a rate they could pay once for a get-out-of-jail celebration, but that would be too high for them to start trying to bug me for more later. Frank was a typical example. Just as he was finishing up 3 years in prison for credit card fraud, I caught him on one of my recruiting trips, and proposed the setup. He was mildly interested, but became more so when I showed him a picture that one of Kysa’s clients had taken. She was naked from the waist up, and her face was iced with cum. She was in the process of scooping it into her mouth with one finger. I warned him that he would have to have a big cock if he expected to get much play from her, and he assured me that he was more than adequate. I set my price and told him I would meet him at a local sports bar after he got out where he could give me the money. Two weeks later, I met Frank at the bar and I guided him to the bathroom. “Before I take your money, you’re going to have to show me your dick.” “What the fuck are you talking about, man?” Frank was looking around, freaked out like most of the clients are at this stage. I’ve got to find a better way to break it to them. “I told you before, Kysa’s pretty particular. If your dick isn’t big enough, she’s just going to call you a wimp and just suck you off, and you’re going to want your money back. It’s happened before.” Frank looked at me, then slowly undid his pants. “Hey, hold that bathroom door closed while I do this, man. I never heard of no whore that had a goddam size limit. Fucking gotta be as big as the sign to ride.” He pulled out his dick and showed it to me. About 5 and a half inches long soft, and pretty thick looking, too. “Yeah, that’ll do. You can put it back now.” As he did, I pulled out a little paper cup, filled it with water, and dropped a couple of pills inside, letting them dissolve. “What’s that?” “Short term contraceptive. So you can do her bareback.” “Shit, man. How do I know that’s not going to screw up my dick? I’m not taking a pill! If she gets knocked up, the bitch gets knocked up. That’s your problem.” “Drink and pay $400, or don’t drink and pay $1000. That’s what I told you in prison, and that’s the deal now. I’m open to either way.” Kysa was on a new kink. She told me she wanted to get knocked up with some other guy’s child, so she was making me wear a condom whenever I fucked her and going without protection on everyone else. I was relieved to hear this, knowing the kinds of diseases these ex-cons might be passing off to her. I also figured if she was going to get pregnant, I might as well capitalize on it. I took double my money for no protection, and put $200 in a trust fund for the kid. After all, why should the kid suffer for having a slut mom? Frank grabbed the cup, scowled at me, and downed the contents. “Now what?” “Now you go get some nice clothes, and I’ll go get Kysa.” I had told Kysa I was going to be entertaining a very important client that night, and that we would have dinner and see a play with him before we closed the deal. After I dropped Frank off at the restaurant (I didn’t want him to know where we lived and come back for a quickie) I drove home and picked up Kysa. For all her faults, Kysa certainly knows how to sluttify herself up good. She met me at the door wearing a tight white number that wrapped once around her hips, then spiraled up and wrapped once more around her tits, before securing itself around her neck. She had 5-inch stilettos and a small white purse to accessorize, and wore a pearl necklace around her neck (Kysa likes pearl necklaces of all kinds). I was worried about Frank stealing the necklace, but I decided it was Kysa’s problem when I realized that it belonged to her. As we drove to dinner, I pawed her leg nice and long to make sure she had a good heat worked up by the time we got to eat. After seeing us enter the restaurant, Frank gave us 15 minutes to get a table and get adjusted, then came in after us. “Honey, this is Jordan, the clothing designer I was telling you about.” I scrawled on her pad as Frank sat down next to us. He had found some gel and a nice silk shirt while I was getting Kysa ready, and he smelled like CK. A gold chain peeked out from under the shirt. I looked over at Kysa, and saw that she was ready to slide right out of her chair. She always seems to really go for the con men. Second on her list are the rapists, because they usually are the ones that can really fuck her as hard as she likes. ‘Jordan’ started charming her as only a con man could, elegantly lifting her notepad from between her breasts to write on it, then laying it back on her chest when he was through, gently brushing her breasts with the sides of his fingers. I could see his tension, and I knew he was impressed with the meat I had lined up for him tonight. “Hot little number, isn’t she?” I asked him. He looked at me, then her, with a bit of worry. “It’s cool. She can’t read lips for shit. You can say what you want, and she’ll just think we’re talking business and try and smile and look pretty.” Sure enough, Kysa was grinning like an idiot, trying to keep out of sight and turn us on at the same time. “Are you really sure I can say what I want?” Frank was wary. “Try it. Write something nice on her pad, but say something else.” This was always good for a laugh, though we had to try to keep from laughing in front of Kysa. Frank picked up her note pad and wrote ‘I love the necklace you are wearing tonight, lady. It offsets your eyes beautifully.’ As he handed it back, he smiled and said “Hey ho, you’d better be worth that $400 or I’m gonna slap you so hard you’ll be giving head from the side of your mouth.” Kysa took the notepad, read it, then put her hands to her necklace and looked up at him, a sweet smile forming on her face. I could tell she was getting hot for her john, as always. Frank looked at me and said “You’re right, man. What a slut. You can tell her whatever you want.” He looked back at her, took her hand in his, and said, looking sincere, “Tonight I’m going to fuck your bitch cunt so hard you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” Kysa smiled warmly and shook her head, pointing at her notepad. I noted with some amusement that the slut probably would have liked to hear him say that anyway, if she understood. I let Frank play with Kysa for a little while longer, then pretended to receive a page. I tapped Kysa on the shoulder and signed that I was going to make a call. She was a little annoyed that I took her attention away from Frank, but a lot happier to see me go. I ducked around the corner, took a leak, read the headlines on the newspapers in the lobby, and walked back in. Frank was doing something with Kysa under the table as I came up, and when she saw me, she visibly jerked and pulled his hand away from something. I grabbed Kysa’s pad and started writing as I spoke to Frank. “She let you fool around this soon, eh?” “Didn’t even try to stop me. Got my foot up on the bitch’s cunt right now, making her squirm.” Sure enough, Kysa looked a little unsteady as I wrote on her pad. I told her I had been called off to an emergency, and that I would have to cut our evening short. I also asked her if she was feeling OK, playing dumb about Frank’s foot. ‘It’s all right, honey. I’m just a little disappointed that we have to cut it short now.’ ‘You and Frank don’t have to stop. I’ll go on to work, you two go to the play, and I’ll pick you up afterwards at the center.’ Kysa’s eyes lit up when she heard that. Of course, I never really bought play tickets. Hotel reservations yes, play tickets no. I knew the hotel Frank was going to take Kysa to—it’s her usual one, and I’ve also got an agreement with the manager; he lets me in before she checks in, and in return he gets copies of the tapes of her. He even has a special room set up for the purpose; I can set up a camera in the heating vent, and a second one in an alcove behind a one-way mirror on the wall. I usually get about half an hour to set up the works, but in this case the manager buzzed the room after 20 minutes to tell me she was coming up. I guess Frank knew Kysa’s slut button. Before the door was even closed, Frank was mashing Kysa’s tits in his hands. He made her close the door, twisting her around roughly by the tits and mauling them hard as she reached out to push it shut. “Oh, baby, I haven’t had a pair of these since before prison. Come here!” He yanked her by the mammaries so that she fell backwards and her butt landed on his prick. As Frank gave her another hard squeeze, I could see a wince, then a smile come over Kysa’s face as she reveled in the sensation of being manhandled. He pulled down her top, thew her down on the bed, then got down next to her and spent the next few minutes just groping, pinching, and slapping her tits. As he did this, Kysa looked up at him and ran her tongue slowly around her lips, letting him know that her mouth was there for the taking whenever he wanted it. Frank stood up next to the bed, grabbed Kysa’s head and mashed it into his clothed crotch, then continued to knead her boobs like he was making pizza. Kysa stuck out her tongue and gave him a long, flat lick over the bulge in his pants, starting at his balls and going all the way to the head. Once she reached the top, she moved her mouth to his waist and undid the front of his pants with her teeth. This was clearly getting to Frank, because he started to let fly a string of dirty talk at her oblivious head. “Ooh, yeah, you must be some hot cunt to unzip me like that. You want some meat? You want to eat Frank’s big meat? Ooh, I’m going to make you choke on this meat, bitch. Yeah, undo that zipper with your teeth, yeah, now suck—oh yeah, you little cocksucker, you know just what to do already, you want it bad, don’t you, you just want to taste it, yeah!” He gave Kysa’s tit another slap, and she gasped with pleasure. Frank’s prick had swelled to almost nine inches long and over 2 in diameter, and Kysa needed to let him force her head down in order to get it all in her mouth. Most women would have let it go, but with this slut, it was a matter of pride to take his shaft down to the root. She was able to get about seven inches on her own before she had to motion to him to push her head down more. After seeing how nasty she was, Frank put his hands on the top of Kysa’s head and started to push his cock into her throat steadily, cutting off her air supply. After getting another inch in, the ex-con put his weight on his hands and roughly shoved the rest of his penis into her mouth, causing Kysa to spasm hard. Frank held her in that pose for a good twenty seconds, marveling at the way his cock had completely disappeared inside of this sexed-up whore. “God damn,” he breathed, “no one’s ever been able to take me all the way like that. You must be some sort of super-slut or something. Kysa started trying to pull herself off his cock in order to get some air, but he laid a firm hand on her head and held her there. “Not just yet, bitch. I want to get a good long look and feel, I don’t think I’ll ever feel this again, and you won’t be spoiling it for me.” Kysa was starting to go into a bit of a panic now. Frank’s big dick had completely blocked off her air supply, and she was afraid she might pass out or even choke to death on the enormous penis lodged in her throat. Just as she was beginning to see spots dance in front of her eyes, Frank started to pull his cock out of her mouth, slowly. When Kysa tried to lift up her head to speed the withdrawl, he slapped her hard across the cheek and grabbed her hair, keeping her head moving at a steady rate. Finally, I could hear a sharp whistle of breath as her larynx opened wide enough to let her choke in some air. As he listened to his whore gag, Frank let out a laugh, muttering “I can’t believe this slut.” He grabbed Kysa’s head and thrust his cock down her throat one more time, then pulled out and slapped it across her face. My wife just sat there and gulped down oxygen as her rough lover rubbed his cock all over her face, smearing it with a mixture of his precome and her own saliva. Noticing how slimy his cock was, he turned her head, grabbed a handful of her hair, and began to wipe off his cock on her long black tresses. When he was finished, one side of Kysa’s head was matted down with the sticky mixture. “Oh, you slut, I’ve been waiting four years to get with a woman, and now you’re gonna feel it all, baby.” Frank pushed Kysa back on the bed, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her to him, spreading her legs in the process. Kysa was beginning to get her wind back, and actually wiggled a little bit as Frank started positioning his prick at the entrance to her hole. “Jesus, you really are wet, aren’t you? I thought I’d have to spit on my hand after hearing you gag like that. What kind of kinky whore are you?” Kysa couldn’t understand a word he said, and could only spread her legs a little wider, giving Frank an encouraging little smile as she thrust her cunt up at him, asking for his cock. “Please fuck me,” she slurred. I knew she must have been pretty turned on to resort to speaking, which she hates to do. Frank thought this was hilarious. “Pullleeezz fuggme!” he yelled, making fun of Kysa’s speech. This time, she understood him completely, and began to close her legs a little, thinking he wasn’t going to do her. Frank caught her on it, pushed her legs back apart, then leaned over and slapped her hard across the tits. “Listen, bitch, I paid for a fuck from you, and that’s what I’m gonna get, so don’t be thinking you can just close up on me here. I know you understand me!” Actually, Kysa’s head was turned away, so she couldn’t understand a word he said, but she understood the violence and the proximity of Frank’s face to hers. She spread her legs out and offered up her pussy again, this time just to try and distract him from humiliating her further. Frank laughed when he saw this. “Just can’t stop being a slut, can you? That’s okay. You can go with what you know.” With that, he wedged his fat cockhead right up against her cunthole and gave a hard shove. Kysa let out a yelp as she felt him go about four inches deep into her womb. “Oh, yeah, you like that, baby? You’re supposed to like the big dick. Let’s see how you like this.” He didn’t fuck Kysa as much as he fell into her. His prick caught a bit, and I could tell that she wasn’t quite lubed up enough for him to do her that easily. Kysa let out another yell of pain, but Frank put his hand over her mouth and kept on fucking. He pistoned her hard and fast, making her legs flop around with the force of his thrusts. I knew she was going to be walking funny tomorrow, and possibly for the next few days as well. She takes some pride when that happens, although I usually laugh when I see her do it and she’s not looking. Frank pounded her that way for a good five minutes before he started to slow down. Anyone that fucked Kysa like he was doing would get pretty tired in a hurry. He pulled out, grabbed her by the hips, and flipped her over, shoving her head into the pillow to keep her from making too much noise. Kysa knew what was coming, and spread her legs out to let Frank have access to her hole. He gave her a hard underhanded slap on the cunt to make her jump, then guided his prick to her tube and shoved it in. My wife moaned as he filled her up again, and returned to her fuck trance as he began to pick up speed. With each thrust, Kysa’s tits flopped into the mattress. Transfixed by the sight, Frank leaned forward and gave one a slap, laughing as he saw how the shock wave rippled into his slut. He gave her a harder slap there, and followed it up with an extra hard shove into her cunt. The added stimulation, plus the rough flavor was enough to send Kysa over the edge again. With a kind of passionate squeak, she came again, clamping down on Frank and forcing him to hold onto her hips to keep shoving his cock around inside of her. “Yeah, bitch! Come on my dick. Give it up for Frank!” He reached around, grabbed a nipple, and twisted it hard. Kysa moaned and clenched, and soon Frank was coming as well, swelling and shooting deep inside of her. He stayed inside until all the cum had left his dick, then pulled out and went to the shower. Kysa collapsed on the bed, fluids seeping out from her gaping pussy. I could tell she was well-fucked, but still would have taken more if Frank wanted to give it to her. As she waited for him to take his shower, she trailed her finger down to her gash and began to scoop up the come flowing freely from her hole. She looked at a glob on her finger, then brought the finger to her mouth, sucking off the semen. When I drove by the theater an hour later, I found Kysa waiting alone. Apparently, Frank had decided he’d had enough of her for the night, and left her outside for me to pick up. I pulled up to the curb in front of her and watched her duck-walk to the car. She gave me some bullshit about the play, then fell asleep in her seat before I could say anything else. I didn’t really care-- she’d earned enough money for me that night, and I didn’t feel like making up shit about how any ‘deals’ were supposed to come through. Most of Kysa’s dates were set up like Frank’s, but occasionally I’d do something fancier. I got a good two thousand dollars once out of a couple of mexican businessmen that wanted to punish one of those white bitches that thought she was too good for them. They set us up in a rented shack out in the woods, then when Kysa and I were sleeping one night, they staged a break-in. Holding us at knifepoint, they tied me up and forced themselves on my wife before my ‘horrified’ eyes. Kysa fought them at first, but when they started slapping her tits around and twisting her nipples, the little slut started to get into it. I swear that the hardest I’ve seen her come was when one of the men drilled her doggie-stile while the other got some head as he held a knife at her throat. Another time, I had a well-connected convict that was willing to pay me double if he could go all anal with Kysa instead of the standard fuck. I knew she didn’t care for that, but she had been bitchy to me recently, and I figured it would be good to take her down a peg or two. Right in front of her, I told him that she loved it up the ass, and the harder he did it, the better. He had a huge cock, and the poor slut had to take it all up her ass three times over the course of four hours. The last time he did it, he pulled out and force-fed her his dirty cock so that he could come down her throat. Kysa’s pregnant now. I’m not sure who it’s from, it could have been any one of about four black guys, two white guys, and one guy who was god knows what. I thought it would cramp my income, but there seems to be a lot of guys out there willing to fuck a pregnant woman, and Kysa seems just as eager as ever to please them. So what do you say? You want to spend a night with a stacked slut that’ll do whatever you want? You want to meet a hot bitch that’ll drink your cum down as soon as look at you? Leave a message at (613)911-3251 and I’ll set you up. She doesn’t come cheap, but my slut Kysa sure comes easy. "It is only the great men who are truly obscene. 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