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Twofer Special A guy gets a two- way from a black h
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TWOFER SPECIAL
I've never been one to frequent whorehouses, since I don't believe
in paying for something you can generally get for free, if you're
any kind of stud at all. Sure, when I turned eighteen, I made the
mandatory trip with my buddies, just to find out what it was like
to be inside a whorehouse and have the experience of getting our
ashes hauled (as we used to say) by a real pro.
Since then I've only paid for it maybe half a dozen times, but a
couple of months ago I got a job in another town, and moved there.
I didn't know anybody, so I made the rounds of all the bars to get
acquainted with new places and people. One of the bars, which
turned out to be my favourite hangout, had a jazz band, some pool
tables, and was always crowded and noisy.
Several hookers plied their trade there, sitting at the bar in low-
cut dresses, waiting for some customer to buy them a drink and
maybe go outside with them. I treated a couple to drinks on
occasion, just to talk to them and look down their dresses at their
half-exposed knockers. One black hooker in particular was
gorgeous. She had cocoa brown skin and a fine body, tits and ass
you just want to get lost in and pouty lips that made me want to
rub my prong across them.
But I resisted her invitations until one night I felt especially
horny and she kept telling me what she could do to me in the way of
cock-sucking and fucking. She finally convinced me when she said
that she'd give me two for the price of one--one blow-job, one
straight fuck. I never could resist a bargain.
The black whore went outside ahead of me, her ass jiggling in her
tight dress, and I finished my beer and joined her. We went to her
room in the hotel across the street. She promptly unzipped her
dress and stepped out of it and her high heels. Underneath she
wore a lacy bra and a garter belt holding up her nylons. She
didn't wear any panties, and I eyeballed her luxuriant black bush.
Seeing my eager stare, she put her hands there and parted the hair
and the lips of her cunt with her fingers to give me a view of the
pink inner flesh.
While I undressed, my rod already hard and throbbing, she unhooked
her nylons, rolled them down and off, and undid her bra. Her big
tits arched out like two mounds of chocolate pudding, the nipples
long and purple. I cupped one in each hand, and she grabbed hold
of my prong sticking straight out toward her belly button. She led
it--and me--to the wash basin, soaped my cock in warm water, then
dried it with a towel.
Next, still holding my dick, she guided me to the bed. I decided
to fuck her first, so I told her to get on her elbows and knees.
I climbed in bed behind her and feasted my eyes on her dusky ass,
the twin globes smooth and firm, with a deep crack between them,
and her glossy bush curling across her cunt lips that was like a
mustache of sorts. I immediately wanted to make her mine, and give
her an orgasm, and finally nuzzle those prominent lips. They
parted easily as I pushed inside. I rammed my prong in to the
hilt, and slowly withdrew. Then I jammed it home again and began
fucking in earnest, my loins hitting her meaty buttocks and my
balls swinging against her belly with every thrust.
She responded by rebounding backwards against my thighs like a
coiled spring, her ass wriggling erotically and her pussy
tightening around my prong. I put my arms around her slender waist
and reached forward to cup her tits in my palms. All that friction
of flesh against flesh got my juices simmering, and I slammed
against her and came way up inside her cunt.
I held it there for a while, resting, and then slowly pulled my
prong out of her snatch. It was still oozing a little come from
the nozzle, and I grabbed hold of the whore's ass and turned her
over on her back so she could get a look at it. She smiled, and I
edged my way up her belly, straddling her with my semi-soft dong
leaving a smear of come on her warm brown skin.
I slid my dick between her tits and she squeezed them together with
her hands. Surrounded by all that soft meat, my prong began to
stir again. I brought it all the way up to her face, and let it
droop against her nostrils. She grabbed hold of it and rubbed it
across her big lips. My prong extended another inch and her lips
parted to take the swollen bulb in her mouth. She blew me until I
was as big as ever, and then I began fucking her in the mouth. Her
lips squeezed my shaft and her tongue rolled around my bulb as it
moved in and out. I felt myself about to come again, and I shoved
my prong in until the tip touched the back of her throat and held
it there as a stream of come jetted out my nozzle. Her Adam's
apple bobbed as she swallowed it.
She promptly got up and gave herself a fast douche before dressing.
Having taken care of me, she was in a hurry to get back to the bar
and solicit another customer. I was thoroughly satiated, and went
on home.
(Typed by Johnny Nemo)
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