My Little Runaway: My Little Whore...

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My Little Runaway, My Little Whore…

“Pick him up. Hold him up. For fuck sake Pino. Hold the bastard up.” Ray Mantone buried his foot brutally into the limp man’s mid section while his accomplice propped the beaten man into an upright position. “Maybe, you’ll fuckin’ remember who you’re fuckin’ with.” Mantone spat vilely into the man’s bloodied face. "You pay me before the rent, before the grocery bill, before you buy booze, before you fuckin’ breath. You fuckin’ loser. Let him go Pino.” The mountain of a man Mantone had called Pino released the body which slumped unconsciously to the paved floor of the alley.

Both Ray Mantone and Pino Totti wiped stains off their shoes and straightened out their clothing as they emerged from the alley. “Look, I ripped my fuckin’ pants.” Pino stopped to examine a tear in the knee of his trousers. “These are fuckin’ expensive pants Ray. My wife will shit. Jesus.”

“Will you stop it with the pants. We’ll charge that fuckin’ loser for them next month. I don’t think he’ll be late to pay next month.” The pair chuckled and stepped into the Lincoln, which waited at the curb. It was left running with the doors wide open. They had spotted Chalmers, the battered man in the alley, as they were cruising the neighborhood… their neighborhood. They had jumped out, chased and cornered the petty criminal in the alley and delivered their object lesson.

No one else could have left a new car running and wide open in this neighborhood. Ray, however could leave a stuffed wallet in plain view on the dash and go on a week’s vacation. This was his neighborhood.

An absolutely striking woman sashayed down the sidewalk, a bag of groceries in one arm, a tiny dust mop of a dog leashed to the other. She stepped; putting one foot directly in front of the other, causing her mini covered ass to swish deliciously with each foot placement. She was a tall, slim, statuesque blonde with highly made-up and expressive blue eyes.

Ray motioned for Pino not to move the car. He leaned out the window and called out to the woman. “Hey baby. Got time for a horny bastard with a hot sausage, just waiting for that buttered bun?”

She continued on her path without turning or even shifting her eyes. “Fuck off, pencil dick.” She shouted without breaking stride.

Ray fired the door open and charged the woman. He stood in front of her barring her path. She continued unperturbed to walk towards him. When she got intimately close to him, his right hand shot up under her mini and he took her entire cunt into his hand squeezing it and staring into her face. “Why aren’t you working Will?” He massaged her pussy as he spoke to her.

“For fucks sake Ray. You had me out at a party last night with a gaggle of your fucking goons till three in the morning. I blew more cock than a clown blows balloons. I gotta get some time off honey. I’ll come to your place and we can spend the day screwing each other’s brains out. How about it honey we haven’t had a real day together for months. Fuck me baby. Let’s decorate that sausage of yours.” With that Willa eased her hips forward and ground her pelvis into Ray’s bulging cock. “ A little bit of kink, honey?”

“Willa, I got fucking work to do. I’m busy as a three-cocked rabbit. Plus, It’s fucking collection day Honey.” Ray extracted his probing hand from her snatch and held it open in front of her.

“That’s easy Ray, I made so much money last night, I could pay you for a year.” She handed Ray her bag of groceries and reached into her bag for a wad of money and peeled some $100 bills off for Ray. “You sure fuck people better than I do Ray. Here, this is for Millie, she’s been sick and can’t put her payment together this month. Sure we can’t have a hump day Ray?”

“No, got the whole stable to collect from today. You and now Millie are the only ones I’ve got so far. Willa, why don’t you go hang around the bus station today and eyeball any runaways coming into town. We need some fresh meat around here. Some ripe pussy. Here’s your money back. Find me some new working girls and we’ll make up some new kind of arrangement. Maybe you can keep all your money every month baby. Find and train fresh cunt for my business.”

“Oh Ray, I’d love that. Let’s play. She reached her hand down his pants and fondled his cock. Eh, honey? Suckee, suckee, fuckee, fuckee??”

“Willa I’ve got to go home to the wife and family tonight but I’ll be set up in the penthouse tomorrow. Come and convince me then.” He handed her back her groceries and kissed her. “Find me some new pussy Willa.” He patted her on the ass and climbed back into the car.

“Tomorrow, Ray,” she called after him.

THIS THREAD IS CLOSED FOR RANDYWILLIE AND AMBROSIA CARESS. PLEASE ENJOY
 
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She was nothing more than a country girl, from a farm in Kansas, of all places. She knew it sounded hokey. She knew it was hokey. She had fought hard to loose that country bumpkin mentality that seemed to come with country girls. She had gone to the city to shop, but then again the city in Kansas was not much bigger or more sophisticated, than the small town where she was from. She had tried to buy, and wear, the trendy clothes, but there was nothing trendy about jeans and tee shirts, an occassional blouse thrown in for good measure.

With her long deep auburn hair, and freckled face, she even looked like athe classic country girl. Even tho she was a stunningly beautiful country girl. Her skin was flawless, marked only by the splattering of freckles that dotted her cheeks, nose.... her hair was a natural mane of sable brown with firey highlights that lit up when the setting sun fell upon her... her eyes... clear and crystal blue.... like gazing into the mirrored reflection of the ocean... her lips were a pale peach, moist and soft.


Why did Sara run away... you may ask? She ran away from the boredom, she ran away from the idea that she would marry a farmer and milk cows for the better part of her life. She ran away from the chickens and the kids, the full moon dances and the sheering of sheep, plowing of fields and harvesting of corn....

She wanted a better life, a more exciting life...... A life in the city...

And the only city that mattered was... New York City. Everyone knew New York City. Everything happened in New York City. So, since the age of 14, she started saving up, saving up for the bus ticket, for the apartment, for whatever she would need to move, and live, in New York City.

Sara left Kansas at the age of 17....

She turned 18 somewhere in Pennsylvania, a day and a half later... New York City was on the horizon... and so was her entire life.

Sara Anne Mason...
18 years old
Alone in New York City...

She could hardly believe her luck, and neither could Willa for that matter. The tall leggy blonde had been patrolling the bus station for the better part of 2 hours. She had fended off more offers to fuck than she could count. Did she have "whore" written across her forehead?? She was purposely dressed down for the occassion, she didn't want to scare off any potential newcomers. She wanted to look... innocent.... trusting... quite the feat for the leggy blonde to pull off, that was for sure. Jeans, skin tight jeans mind you... and a white sweatshirt, and still she gets offers, men waving money at her. What was the world coming to. Oh well, mattered not to Willa, she was there to do a very specific job, not to fuck or blow or suckoff every Tom, Dick, or Whoever waved hundreds in her face. She looked at her watch, a diamond encrusted rolex that Ray had gifted her with, of course it was "hot"...

2:45... AM....

Sara yawned as the bus pulled into the station. She had fallen asleep somewhere in Pennsylvania and missed the City, New York City, as it came into view. That was quite the disappointment for the country girl, and as she stretched, she actually debated taking the bus back to PA at least and riding in again. "Don't be silly" she chided herself.

Grabbing her bag, she exited the bus with the rest of the passengers. Most, if not all, had family and/or friends waiting to greet them. Sara, did not. She was all alone, with her gym bag of clothes, a backpack of essentials, including her wallet, and all of $1000 dollars. Alot of money on Kansas terms, very little in New York City.

Willa spotted her the moment she got off the bus. Fresh faced, petite body, Willa guessed her to be all of 5'4" tall and maybe a buck 10. She was slender, nice curve to her hips, a backside that Ray, with His large hands, could easily palm, and breasts there maybe just a bit larger than an average handful. Willa assessed her thru that business like eye of hers... "probably wears a size 8, maybe even a 6.. and a 32 B.. a large B.. yeah... bra" ...What was most striking about the girl was her face and hair, those freckles, the long waves of near chocolate brown that cascaded down her back, and those eyes. Crystal clear blue, Willa had never seen eyes so sparkling, even tho it was obvious the girl was tired, alone, and had no clue what to do next...

Time to make her move...

She picked up her own bag, her schtick was that she had just come back into the City, on another bus.

"Hey Darlin" she smiled as she approached the tired looking Sara. "You look as tired as I feel.. where you coming in from?"

Sara was kinda happy to see a friendly face and smile, she had heard the City, could be rough.

"Kansas" she smiled back, trying to stifle a yawn.

"WOW, long ride, I'm just back from sunny Florida. I missed my home City" Willa lied.

That made Sara's eyes light up. This woman at least knew the City... "Your from here?"

"sure am..."

Sara was hooked. Willa invited the girl out to an all night diner, from there she would take her to the apartment that had been set up just for this. It just happened to be in the same building as the Penthouse Ray owned.

Sara... never had a chance...

Sara Anne Mason

Willa
 
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Ray entered Willa's apartment without knocking. He had no need of a key since everyone knew that Willa was one of Ray's 'girls', which made her safer here than she would be in a fucking convent.

"Where's my willing Willa, I need some of that slick cunt right now baby. Suckee, suckee, fuckee, fuckee. Come out..come out.." Ray was fishing his cock out of his pants as he called out for Willa. He was always hard as a railroad line after a few days with his wife. He emerged from the entrance hall with his dick in his hands and met with quite a surprise. Sara, hearing the racket had gotten off the couch and was making her way to the apartment door. The pair stopped like deer in headlights and stared at each other. Ray surprised. Sara in complete shock.

Willa strode breezily out of the bedroom and was highly amused by the unusual scene. "Hello Ray, come for a little relief?"

Ray still barring and holding his cock was completely unembarrassed. Sara had whirled about and ran into the kitchen. "Woah, Face, where are you going? come back and give Ray a little of what he needs. It won't bite darlin'" Ray shouted after her.

Willa a wide leer playing across her face spoke loudly enough for Sara to hear. "Easy Ray, she is a citizen." She winked at Ray and nodded knowingly. "I met her at the bus station, poor kid doesn't know a soul in New York. The penny dropped for Ray and he smiled and pinched Willa on the ass. He spoke for her ears only.

"God what a face, Willa. She is an instant hard on. Fucking A." Willa took Ray's cock in her hand, gave it a couple of tweaks and whispered.

"Put that fucking thing away, you know the drill. Let's get to work on her." I figure a couple of days at the outside." Ray did in fact know the drill. They would show the girl the New York high life. They would flash money, status, clothes, men before the girl. They would make out in the apartment as if it were nothing. Then, Ray would get her a job washing dishes in one of the restaurants he controlled... long, hot, miserable hours. Soon, very soon, she would ask Willa, if she could do what Willa does.

It always worked. It was even easier if the girl was into drugs. "Does, she snort or crank up?" Ray asked.

"No, she's the driven snow Ray. Maybe, even a virgin."

"Caching...Caching.." Ray made the cash register noises and called out for the girl. "Hey Face, come here for a sec."

Willa folded Ray's dick into his pants and zipped him up. "It's okay Sarah, no more surprises."

When Sara returned Ray announced. "The guys just found a tractor trailer filled with that "Cartier" label stuff. Willa, bring Face along and the pair of you can pick out what you like before we get rid of it." Ray had worked his hands down the back of Willa's pants as he spoke. Willa had whisked up her pocketbook and grabbed Sara by the hand and the three of them were soon in Ray's Lincoln heading for the warehouse.

Willa, snatched and grabbed clothes like a maniac and kept throwing dresses and blouses, pants and coats at Sara. They filled Ray's car with their selections. They headed for a swanky restaurant, the type of place Sara had only seen in movies, chandeliers, white starched tablecloths, money, money ,money... Ray didn't look at the menu. The waiter, the maitre d' and the owner just started bringing food and drinks. The way Ray and Willa spoke, the wine, the food, the clothes all affected Sara. They left the place and Ray didn't even pay.

They went to the racetrack, another first for Sara. Ray doled out three hundred dollars each to Willa and Sara and told them to pick the names they liked. They laughed, they bet, they flirted, they met scads of people. Sara won close to six hundred dollars following the tips of Ray’s friends and when she tried to return the money to Ray he laughed at patted her on the ass. "That's all for you Face..All for you."

Then they returned to Willa's apartment by eleven at night Sara went into the kitchen to pour herself a cola and when she came back into the main room Ray was sitting back on the easy chair. His fly was undone and Willa knelt between his bouncing legs. She was giving Ray a blowjob right there. Sara darted back into the kitchen and leaned against the fridge waiting.
 
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