Kitty Jackson stood in front of the mirror and looked at her naked body. She had to admit that all of her was very firm and sexy. She wondered how long she would keep her looks, how long her tits would remain so taut and firm; how long her belly would remain flat and hard, and her legs long and sinewy like a dancer's. Kitty ran her hand softly over her tits and then slid it down across the firmness of her belly and into the tight curls of her pubic region. Her black skin glistened in the mirror as she placed her fingers into the folds of her cunt and squeezed, pulling back the lips of her pussy and revealing its pink interior.
"Got to stop fooling around," Kitty said as she withdrew her hand from her pussy. "Got to get dressed and get moving."
At twenty, Kitty was just a beginner, but already starting to smell the big money in being a call girl. She didn't need any education from school to know that there were a lot of white men willing to pay plenty to sample her dusky charms, to feel her soft, fleshy lips sliding up and down their pricks, and to part her ebony thighs and fuck her young, tight cunt.
Kitty put on a pair of sheer bikini panties, the outline of her pussy in their crotch more than just a suggestion. She didn't wear a bra so that her tits would be more alluring in a mesh tank-top that left very little to the imagination. She put on a wrap-around mini-skirt and some sandals and took one last look in the mirror before she started out the door.
Kitty walked down the teeming street, the hustle and bustle of the ghetto going on all around her. Near the end of the block an ambulance, lights-flashing and motor idling, was flanked by police cars. Kitty saw a young white woman on a stretcher. She was apparently nude and covered by a blanket.
"What's with that honky chick?" Kitty asked a teenage boy next to her who was holding a basketball.
"Some dude done raped her."
"What was she doing down here, anyway?" Kitty asked.
"The story is that she was a welfare worker," the boy said.
An older man with a tired black face which had been creased menacingly by a knife scar scowled, "It's about time. The welfare's been fuckin' us long enough, it about time we fucked them back."
Kitty walked away, thinking, If a stranger wants to fuck me at least I want to say yes or no, and get paid for it.
The one thing Kitty liked about selling her cunt to white men, other than the money, was that in bed she was more than their equal. Once they took off their clothes, she had them captivated by her hot, black pussy that they were willing to pay through the nose to lap their tongues against and stick their white pricks into. The way their pricks stood out the instant they saw her beautiful body made her know that when it came to sex, at least, she had it all over white people. The bus took Kitty to midtown where she got out in front of the city's biggest, most expensive hotel. She walked inside and went to the desk and spoke to the clerk. "I'm here to see Mr. Dumont. Could you tell me his room number, please."
"What is your name and what may I say is your business?"
"My name is Kitty Jackson," she said somewhat defiantly. Then she added, according to an arrangement already made with Dumont over the phone, "I'm a masseuse. I'm here to give him a massage."
The clerk gave her a once-over and said, "I see." He picked up the phone and called Mr. Dumont, who, of course, said to send her right up.
"You can go up now," the clerk said. "He's in room 862."
Kitty could feel the clerk's eyes on her as she walked away, and just to frustrate him she wiggled her ass more than usual.
When she located room 862, Kitty knew it was an expensive suite. She knocked on the door and waited.
"Who is it?"
"Miss Jackson for your, uh, massage, Mr. Dumont," she said.
The door swung open and a fleshy, red-faced middle-aged man with white hair and a pot belly hanging over the shorts that were his only attire said with a smile on his face, "Groovy. Come right on in, baby."
Kitty stepped inside the sumptuous suite and Dumont quickly locked the door behind her.
"Well, you ready to get it on, Mr. Dumont?"
"Sure, baby, sure," he said, almost panting.
"Then show me to the bedroom."
"Right this way," he said, walking across the room toward a closed door.
As they reached the bedroom door, Kitty stopped and said, "Just one thing before we go in, Mr. D."
"What's that?" Dumont said.
"The bread. You know, my money, my professional fee," Kitty said matter-of-factly.
Dumont grinned. "What would happen if I didn't bring you the money?"
"Then you wouldn't get to see my fine tits and big, black, juicy pussy. If you ain't got the cash, then you just might as well lemme go on my way right now and go into the crapper and do a jack-off job on yourself. 'Cause, you better believe it, Mr. Charlie, this black girl don't fuck for free."
"Is that right?" Dumont said in a threatening tone.
"Look. I don't wanna play no games with you, man," Kitty said coolly. "You got the bread, fine. You hand it over and we'll go right in that bedroom and you can stick your prick wherever you dig it. But I'm leaving unless you hand over the cash right now. If I fucked somebody for free, word gets around, and the next thing you know I might as well be just like everybody else – married or living with some dude and fucking for nothing."
"That's quite a mouthful, little lady," Dumont said. "I can see you've got a head on your shoulders in addition to those tits I can see poking out and a hot cunt between your legs."
"Right on," Kitty said emphatically.
"Unfortunately, however, I'm not interested in your Goddamn head, except for your mouth, and I don't mean for conversation, if you know what I mean," Dumont said, assuming a belligerent tone. "Something tells me this ain't gonna work out," Kitty said, starting toward the door. "Catch you later."
Dumont let her walk away, smiling as she moved toward the door.
Kitty turned the doorknob. It wouldn't budge.
"Remember, doll," Dumont said from across the room, "I locked it so we wouldn't be disturbed."
"You sonofabitch," she hissed. "Open up right now or I'm gonna scream."
"Go right ahead, you black bitch," Dumont sneered. "Suppose somebody hears and the house detective shows up. Big deal. You're forgetting who's the guest in this hotel. Do you think they're going to take the word of some nigger hooker over mine? They'll throw your black ass in jail so fast for soliciting, you'll wish you were back on the plantation in Dixie."
"Yeah, well, you just try me," Kitty said defiantly. "I ain't no old-time nigger, and you're crazy if you think you can pull any of that old-time honky shit on me."
Dumont walked across the room toward her, the bulge under his shorts extremely visible. He turned his head toward a closed bedroom door and called, "Come on out, boys."
The bedroom door opened and two other middle-aged white men came out, each of them naked. "What's going on?" one of them said. "I thought we were going to jump the little cunt after you got her into the bedroom?"
"Plans have changed," Dumont said. "The little black bitch has decided to get uppity, so we'll have to teach her some white manners."
"Fine by me," one of the naked white men said, "just so I get to whack off a big chunk of smoked meat."
The men surrounded Kitty.
At this point Kitty knew it was a waste of time to scream. She lashed out with a foot, hoping to kick one of them in the balls. Dumont anticipated her move and grabbed her extended leg by the ankle and twisted it around, sending her toppling to the floor. He held her leg stiff and aloft so that her skirt flew up around her waist and her puttied crotch was fully exposed.
"Mmmmmm, look at that poontang," one of the men drooled. "I'd eat through ten pounds of shit to get to that."
"Ten pounds of nigger shit?" the other one said.
"Even that…"
Kitty lay helpless on the floor, her leg still firmly grasped by Dumont and her pussy straining against the fabric of her panties as he twisted her ankle, causing her to contort her body in pain, thrusting her pelvis forward and from side to side, the crotch of her panties chafing against her cuntlips. She saw Dumont's cock poking its pink head out of the opening of his shorts. The other two stood drooling as they stared between her legs, fondling and manipulating their erect pricks.
The idea of being raped by these three white gorillas made Kitty feel sick to her stomach. One of them grabbed her free leg and began pulling. She now lay spread-eagled.
"Tell you what, boys," one of them said. "You hold on to her like that and I'll fuck her first."
"No way," Dumont said. "It's my party and I go first. Here, you grab this leg, and whatever you do, keep her stretched as wide as you can because I want to get all the way into that nigger pussy."
Dumont stepped out of his shorts. His prick, maybe five inches long in a state of full erection, poked out from his puffy loins.
Between Kitty's outstretched legs, he got on his knees between her painfully parted thighs. He rubbed the crotch of her panties, roughly tracing the outline of the lips of her cunt that made the fabric rise. "Listen, I'm a rich man. I can do a lot for you," he said.
"Then why you fixin' to gang-bang me for free, you motherfucker!" Kitty yelled defiantly at him.
"Hell, heh," he laughed. "To teach you a lesson. The first lesson you need to learn about rich white folks is that they don't like uppity niggers with smart mouths who don't know their place."
Dumont grabbed the crotch of her panties and ripped them away, revealing the lips of her cunt. He used his thumb and middle finger to part her pussylips, rubbing the pink meat inside with his forefinger, causing a hard knot to form in her stomach.
"You man enough to stick it in or are you just gonna play with it like a kid who can't get it up," Kitty snarled. "I'll bet you're afraid you'll lose that puny little popgun in a real cunt instead of one of those shriveled-up hanky pussies you been use to fucking."
Dumont slapped her across the face. When she started to cry out, he hit her again, and then again, until Kitty had learned to keep her mouth shut.
Dumont thrust his head between her legs. His tongue lashed out against the folds of her pussy, licking greedily at the exposed tissues of her cunt.
"Came on, move, move," Dumont yelled after licking her cunt for two or three minutes, but Kitty refused to respond. "I'll fix you," he said. Taking hold of his cock, he jammed it into her cunt, pushing his fat belly against her firm stomach.
As Dumont fucked away, Kitty lay there like a corpse, refusing to move. Abruptly, Dumont pulled out of her, sitting on his knees and stroking his cock.
"What's the matter?" one of the white men asked him.
"She's tighter than a drum," he said. "It's like sandpaper inside there. I think she scraped some skin off my prick."
"I'll bet she's got teeth up there," one of them laughed. "Gold teeth because she's a nigger."
"Just let me have my turn and I'll show you how it's done," the other man said.
"All right," Dumont agreed, and the two of them changed positions.
Kitty looked between the V of her outstretched legs and saw that her new attacker also had a small cock and was overweight. He went right to work, inserting his prick between the parted lips of her pussy. However, after a few moments, he too withdrew, complaining of the dryness of her cunt. Now it was up to the third man to show what he could do, and he switched places with the man who had just been trying to fuck Kitty.
"You boys just don't have enough experience to know how to get one of these nigger gals hot. See, their problem is that they're so used to being treated like shit, they've come to expect it. In fact, I'll bet this little gal even likes it."
Kitty screamed in agony as the man's fist crushed dead center into her cunt, the sensitive lips crushing under the impact of the blow. Pain instantly spread from her crotch to every part of her body as Kitty lost control of her ability to resist. Her cunt throbbed with pain.
Then, abruptly the pain in her cunt had something added to it, a sharp, probing pain.
Through her growing delirium she tried to figure out what it was.
"Perfect idea," Dumont said. "He's fucking her up the ass."
Kitty had been fucked in the ass before, but only after careful preparation, having her customer smear Vaseline and saliva around and inside her asshole, lubricating the small entrance so that an erect cock could be shoved into it and pumped back and forth without pain.
The prick was violently ramming up her ass now, and its head ripped through her, tearing at her tissues and flesh. Kitty tried to wriggle away, but it was no use. Two of them held her while the third continued to fuck her ass, shoving his cock in harder and harder. Kitty was enough of a professional to know when a man was about to come or had already come inside of her, mostly from the swelling of his cock. Because of her experience she knew it wasn't sperm that was now seeping into her rectal canal and trickling out of her asshole.
"Oh, my God!" she moaned as she realized that what was drooling out of her ass was her own blood from where the cock had knifed into her bowels.
The excitement of watching Kitty get fucked up the ass was too much for the others to endure without participating. One of them dropped to his knees, draping himself over the top of her, his feet dangling in her face as he ground his groin into hers and thrust his prick into her gaping cunt. He pulled out instantly, complaining again about the dryness of her pussy.
"Here," the one fucking Kitty in the ass said. "Smear some of this on it." Kitty instantly realized that they were going to use her own blood to lubricate her cunt for fucking.
The one draped over her smeared his cock with rich, red blood. Now his prick slid into cunt smoothly and he began banging his pelvis against hers, the two cocks rubbing against each other through the membrane separating her pussy from her asshole.
The third white man eyed her mouth. Kitty could see him poised over her, stroking his cock and teasing it to its maximum length. As he began to ease down on her face, Kitty tried to close her mouth, but suddenly intense pain shot up through her body from the wrenching and sawing of the two pricks fucking between her legs. She could not prevent herself from crying out.
Kitty felt her open mouth filled with a throbbing cock, the sweaty balls and pubic hair rubbing against her lips, the insistent, thrusting prickhead ramming against the roof of her mouth and at her throat. As she gagged, her expanding and contracting throat acted, to her dismay, like a voracious, sucking pussy – just what her assailant craved as he fucked her furiously in the mouth.
The cocks between her legs seemed to be meeting at some painful intersection in her stomach. Both cocks strained forward to their full lengths, and then pressed against each other for a sustained period for a few seconds until she could feel their unmistakable swelling, and then they began coming, each of them ejaculating in repeated hot spurts of sperm that coated her insides.
The prick in Kitty's mouth continued pulsing, still thrust deeply down her throat. Suddenly, after at least ten seconds of being poised in throbbing, bloated readiness, the cock exploded inside her, replacing the salty taste of its meat with the sticky sweetness of a long, sustained discharge of steaming cum so copious that its onslaught took her breath away.
The three of them withdrew, leaving her lying in a heap on the floor. Cum drooled out of her mouth, and between her legs a pinkish mixture flowed from her asshole, a bubbling mixture of sperm and blood spilling onto the floor where it mixed with the cum oozing from her pussy.
Rough hands grabbed her arms and pulled her up with a painful lurch and she found herself looking straight into Dumont's ugly face. He was fully clothed now, she noticed. His hand lashed across her face.
"Now, listen, you filthy whore," Dumont said. "I'm going to give you exactly five minutes to put on your clothes and get the hell out of here. If you aren't gone by then, I'm going to call the house detective and have him run you in."
Kitty nodded dully. She put her clothes on as best she could and hobbled silently out the door.
As she took the back stain down to the lobby, Kitty put her hand between her legs and, seeing fresh blood on her fingertips, vowed that she would someday get even, one way or another.