sweetnpetite
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My story Faded Rose was accepted into the Lit Anthology, but I need a critical pair of eyes to go over it and point out any corrections or problems so I can e-mail a final copy right away to Imp.
It's short, so I'll just post the text and a plee for help
Faded Rose
by sweetnpetite ©
The alley was dingy and unkempt, the woman only slightly less so. Rick Stevens didn't care, he was there for a purpose and he wouldn't let his surroundings deter him. He could see age beginning to line the whore's face and her hips had begun to spread as well, but she was not unattractive for a woman of her age and profession. Besides, it wasn't her face that Rick was after.
He approached her cautiously at first. Although her outfit was typical of a street prostitute, she had a look about her that said that she was no man's fool. While a younger girl might have teetered dangerously on heels of that height, this woman looked more like she was willing and able to put your eye out with the spikes if you fucked with her the wrong way. The cigarette she held in her hand, while certainly contributing to her tired and fading looks, was also wielded like a potential weapon.
She stood along side a large dumpster talking to a younger black girl who was much more the type that you'd want to fuck to her face. Probably why she could afford to be a little more picky. Although not much, more than likely, considering the neighborhood she was frequenting.
Rick cleared his throat as he neared the two woman. The older one turned and let herself show a half way decent smile. "Hey sugar, you looking for what I think you're looking for?"
He let his hands dangle at his sides, to show he was no threat and unarmed. "I sure am baby. If your selling a beautiful bouquet of rose buds." It was code. The cops were thick on prostitutes in this area for some reason, even though they allowed all manner of far worse crimes to run rampant.
"Only the tightest and the finest," she said by way of advertisement. "Call me Shelly," she said extending her hand as if they had met in an office.
"Hello Shelly, who is your friend?"
"This is Racine," Shelly said. "But she doesn't sell rosebuds, only lilies." Code again. The beautiful girl didn't take it up the ass. But that was ok. The aging whore would do just fine.
"Would you like to come to my motel room for a visit, Shelly?" he politely enquired.
Shelly tossed her cigarette down and stomped on it with her shoe. "Sure. Racine is going to walk a ways with us, till we get over by the street lights. Neither one of us would hang out here alone." She shot him darts with her eyes. "Not that we couldn't handle our own."
"I can see that," Rick agreed. He walked beside Shelly while she spent some time chatting with him in order to put him at ease. Rick told her about his uptight fiancé who never let him appreciate her roses. He was constantly unable to satisfy his deep fetish for it, and she had no idea how much he fantasized about the act.
"There you go Racine," Shelly said as a small friendly looking group of street walkers came into site. The black girl went to join them under the street light. For some reason, traffic was slow on this night so the girls had little else to do but stand around gossiping and giggling, almost as if they were any normal congregation of females.
The next block over was the motel and Rick escorted Shelly inside. After locking the door and drawing the curtains closed, the coded talk disappeared. He cupped her buttocks lasciviously and told her in a crude growl what he wanted to do with her.
"I'm ready to fuck that ass baby," he informed her, giving her a firm squeeze.
"Well there is the matter of my fee," she told him firmly. He pulled a roll of bills from his pocket and she counted them carefully before slipping them into her small handbag and setting it down on the nightstand. Instantly she became a lot more friendly.
"So tell me how you like it baby," she purred, pressing her still fine body up against him. Her voice was husky, likely from the cigarettes, but not too scratchy as to be unpleasant. He found his arousal deepening with her words. The friction of her womanly body against his own didn't hurt the cause either.
He kissed her neck, and then bit at it with little nips. "I like to be just a little rough," he growled. "Just enough to remind you who's calling the shots."
"I like a man who knows how to take control," she bluffed. Rick knew that she would agree to anything he said in order to make the sale.
"We'll see about that," he thought as he gave her hair a tug. She moaned very convincingly. He put more bites across her neck. For some reason he wanted to leave his mark. The harder he bit, the louder she moaned. The bitch was good, he'd give her that. She probably could have been an actress. Probably she had meant to at one time or another.
He reached up her skirt and was delighted to find bare pussy, slick enough to make him wonder if she was faking after all.
He tossed her down onto her hands and knees on the bed and crawled up behind her. Her huge tits bounced as he freed them with some difficulty from the tight sweater she had worn. They looked heavy, so he left them in the supportive bra she wore to contain the monsters.
He fingered her wet pussy, all the while slapping her backside with the other hand. She moaned and ground herself into his hand as she grew wetter and wetter. When his fingers were well moistened, he slipped them into her remarkably tight back entrance and proceeded to work them rhythmically in and out.
"Ooh," she moaned. "Oh yeah."
"You like that baby?" she whispered.
"Mm-hmm," she agreed enthusiastically. "Do it baby. Nail my ass."
He freed his cock and pressed it up against her bud. Then her grabbed her huge tits and used them to steady his body movements, rocking and pushing himself into her slowly spreading opening.
"Oh yes," she moaned reassuringly. He was convinced now that she wasn't faking. She liked taking it up the ass and she liked it rough. If she were twenty years younger, and not a professional whore he would have considered marrying her instead of his prim fiancé.
He knew that wasn't true. Part of what he liked about Gayle was her respectability. She would never let a guy do the nasty things that he was doing with this hooker. Wives were for public appearances. God invented whores to fulfill a man's true need.
"Tell me that you want it," he demanded, giving a rough squeeze to her tits.
"Fuck my ass with that big hard cock," she said like a practiced whore. Which she was, Rick noted self satisfactorily.
"I bet you say that to all the guys," he said dryly.
"Oh yes," she agreed. "I love taking it up my ass. Fuck me harder stud. Make it hurt baby."
He pounded into her now, and she was unable to talk. He loved the feeling that he had of owning her ass. He had paid good money to fuck this ass, to possess this whore's ass. That she was hot for it was just a bonus. He slammed her ass good while she yelped with enjoyment. Already he could feel his balls drawing up. He had waited so long for this, he couldn't last any longer. He slapped her ass one last time and whispered, "You're mine whore. Bought and paid for."
She seemed to like that too, as her body contracted around his jerking cock, milking his semen deep into her anal crevice. His balls emptied out with great satisfaction as his legs went week and he collapsed on top of her momentarily.
He caught his breath and regained a bit of strength. His softened prick slid easily from her now gaping anus. His fluids dripped out of her and onto the cheep sheets. The site of it brought a new twitch to his joystick, apparently not quite as spent as he had thought.
The whore lay panting beneath him, working her wet pussy lips with three fingers of her left hand. The age lines seemed to disappear as he looked at her now. Although the thought of her as a well used and seasoned whore was half the fun, he felt more than certain now that he could fuck her face to face and even found himself craving it, craving the stale cigarette taste of her tongue, craving everything that was dirty and base about the situation. He thought again of the beautiful girl he had at home, everything that was right and good and decent. This woman below him was everything opposite of that. His cock twitched again, already at half mast.
She felt the movement against her leg. Just as Rick was about to leave, realizing that he couldn't afford to lay out the money for another screw, he heard her invitation. "I'll give you a freebee if you'll do me a little rougher this time." Rick's startled cock jumped back into action, pressing obscenely into the outside of Shelly's thigh.
He grabbed a handful of hair and shoved her head down into the mattress. "You're damn right you will whore. Now start begging."
It's short, so I'll just post the text and a plee for help
Faded Rose
by sweetnpetite ©
The alley was dingy and unkempt, the woman only slightly less so. Rick Stevens didn't care, he was there for a purpose and he wouldn't let his surroundings deter him. He could see age beginning to line the whore's face and her hips had begun to spread as well, but she was not unattractive for a woman of her age and profession. Besides, it wasn't her face that Rick was after.
He approached her cautiously at first. Although her outfit was typical of a street prostitute, she had a look about her that said that she was no man's fool. While a younger girl might have teetered dangerously on heels of that height, this woman looked more like she was willing and able to put your eye out with the spikes if you fucked with her the wrong way. The cigarette she held in her hand, while certainly contributing to her tired and fading looks, was also wielded like a potential weapon.
She stood along side a large dumpster talking to a younger black girl who was much more the type that you'd want to fuck to her face. Probably why she could afford to be a little more picky. Although not much, more than likely, considering the neighborhood she was frequenting.
Rick cleared his throat as he neared the two woman. The older one turned and let herself show a half way decent smile. "Hey sugar, you looking for what I think you're looking for?"
He let his hands dangle at his sides, to show he was no threat and unarmed. "I sure am baby. If your selling a beautiful bouquet of rose buds." It was code. The cops were thick on prostitutes in this area for some reason, even though they allowed all manner of far worse crimes to run rampant.
"Only the tightest and the finest," she said by way of advertisement. "Call me Shelly," she said extending her hand as if they had met in an office.
"Hello Shelly, who is your friend?"
"This is Racine," Shelly said. "But she doesn't sell rosebuds, only lilies." Code again. The beautiful girl didn't take it up the ass. But that was ok. The aging whore would do just fine.
"Would you like to come to my motel room for a visit, Shelly?" he politely enquired.
Shelly tossed her cigarette down and stomped on it with her shoe. "Sure. Racine is going to walk a ways with us, till we get over by the street lights. Neither one of us would hang out here alone." She shot him darts with her eyes. "Not that we couldn't handle our own."
"I can see that," Rick agreed. He walked beside Shelly while she spent some time chatting with him in order to put him at ease. Rick told her about his uptight fiancé who never let him appreciate her roses. He was constantly unable to satisfy his deep fetish for it, and she had no idea how much he fantasized about the act.
"There you go Racine," Shelly said as a small friendly looking group of street walkers came into site. The black girl went to join them under the street light. For some reason, traffic was slow on this night so the girls had little else to do but stand around gossiping and giggling, almost as if they were any normal congregation of females.
The next block over was the motel and Rick escorted Shelly inside. After locking the door and drawing the curtains closed, the coded talk disappeared. He cupped her buttocks lasciviously and told her in a crude growl what he wanted to do with her.
"I'm ready to fuck that ass baby," he informed her, giving her a firm squeeze.
"Well there is the matter of my fee," she told him firmly. He pulled a roll of bills from his pocket and she counted them carefully before slipping them into her small handbag and setting it down on the nightstand. Instantly she became a lot more friendly.
"So tell me how you like it baby," she purred, pressing her still fine body up against him. Her voice was husky, likely from the cigarettes, but not too scratchy as to be unpleasant. He found his arousal deepening with her words. The friction of her womanly body against his own didn't hurt the cause either.
He kissed her neck, and then bit at it with little nips. "I like to be just a little rough," he growled. "Just enough to remind you who's calling the shots."
"I like a man who knows how to take control," she bluffed. Rick knew that she would agree to anything he said in order to make the sale.
"We'll see about that," he thought as he gave her hair a tug. She moaned very convincingly. He put more bites across her neck. For some reason he wanted to leave his mark. The harder he bit, the louder she moaned. The bitch was good, he'd give her that. She probably could have been an actress. Probably she had meant to at one time or another.
He reached up her skirt and was delighted to find bare pussy, slick enough to make him wonder if she was faking after all.
He tossed her down onto her hands and knees on the bed and crawled up behind her. Her huge tits bounced as he freed them with some difficulty from the tight sweater she had worn. They looked heavy, so he left them in the supportive bra she wore to contain the monsters.
He fingered her wet pussy, all the while slapping her backside with the other hand. She moaned and ground herself into his hand as she grew wetter and wetter. When his fingers were well moistened, he slipped them into her remarkably tight back entrance and proceeded to work them rhythmically in and out.
"Ooh," she moaned. "Oh yeah."
"You like that baby?" she whispered.
"Mm-hmm," she agreed enthusiastically. "Do it baby. Nail my ass."
He freed his cock and pressed it up against her bud. Then her grabbed her huge tits and used them to steady his body movements, rocking and pushing himself into her slowly spreading opening.
"Oh yes," she moaned reassuringly. He was convinced now that she wasn't faking. She liked taking it up the ass and she liked it rough. If she were twenty years younger, and not a professional whore he would have considered marrying her instead of his prim fiancé.
He knew that wasn't true. Part of what he liked about Gayle was her respectability. She would never let a guy do the nasty things that he was doing with this hooker. Wives were for public appearances. God invented whores to fulfill a man's true need.
"Tell me that you want it," he demanded, giving a rough squeeze to her tits.
"Fuck my ass with that big hard cock," she said like a practiced whore. Which she was, Rick noted self satisfactorily.
"I bet you say that to all the guys," he said dryly.
"Oh yes," she agreed. "I love taking it up my ass. Fuck me harder stud. Make it hurt baby."
He pounded into her now, and she was unable to talk. He loved the feeling that he had of owning her ass. He had paid good money to fuck this ass, to possess this whore's ass. That she was hot for it was just a bonus. He slammed her ass good while she yelped with enjoyment. Already he could feel his balls drawing up. He had waited so long for this, he couldn't last any longer. He slapped her ass one last time and whispered, "You're mine whore. Bought and paid for."
She seemed to like that too, as her body contracted around his jerking cock, milking his semen deep into her anal crevice. His balls emptied out with great satisfaction as his legs went week and he collapsed on top of her momentarily.
He caught his breath and regained a bit of strength. His softened prick slid easily from her now gaping anus. His fluids dripped out of her and onto the cheep sheets. The site of it brought a new twitch to his joystick, apparently not quite as spent as he had thought.
The whore lay panting beneath him, working her wet pussy lips with three fingers of her left hand. The age lines seemed to disappear as he looked at her now. Although the thought of her as a well used and seasoned whore was half the fun, he felt more than certain now that he could fuck her face to face and even found himself craving it, craving the stale cigarette taste of her tongue, craving everything that was dirty and base about the situation. He thought again of the beautiful girl he had at home, everything that was right and good and decent. This woman below him was everything opposite of that. His cock twitched again, already at half mast.
She felt the movement against her leg. Just as Rick was about to leave, realizing that he couldn't afford to lay out the money for another screw, he heard her invitation. "I'll give you a freebee if you'll do me a little rougher this time." Rick's startled cock jumped back into action, pressing obscenely into the outside of Shelly's thigh.
He grabbed a handful of hair and shoved her head down into the mattress. "You're damn right you will whore. Now start begging."
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