Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... hangovers, and the next morning and went to Sunday services at 11 a.m. That night, Sandra was given a shift at the massage parlor. She only had two clients during her six-hour shift, but she got fucked both times. It seemed odd to the wife of the family that attended Riverdale Baptist that she would be glad that two strange guys fucked her. It meant more money to be put on the debt. While she was there Sunday night, she found out that she was already scheduled for Monday and Tuesday nights. It seems word of mouth had gotten around about the hot looking MILF working at the Pink Paradise, and customers had been asking about her. So Soon Lee had arranged it with Dubois for her to work more hours.

Dubois called Sandra on the phone, the next day. Every time "the nigger" called, the name that Sandra called him, she loathed the sound of his voice. She was not a racist person, and had been raised to respect everyone, no matter of their race or beliefs. But she was also a Southerner, where it had been common to hear the negative, racial slur, and she had heard it all her life.

"Mrs. Jackson, I just wanted to call and commend you and your daughter for the good job you both have done," complimented the black man. Sandra felt it strange to be complemented on being some nigger's whore!

"I'm afraid I've got some bad news and some good news for you, Sandra," the devious man said. Sandra just remained silent but listened.

"The bad news is with the economy the way it is, and ...

... the financial markets taking a turn for the worse, I'm afraid I'm going to have to add on 20% of your current balance to your debt as interest!" Dubois smiled as he told her that because he knew she would be livid.

"What?" screamed the wife. "What do you mean you are adding 20% interest, you son of a bitch?" again she was screaming. Now she was using some of the vocabulary she had picked up in her work places. "You are nothing but a low-life nigger, and if you were standing right here, I'd get my kitchen knife and cut your heart out and stomp on it! You make my daughter and me work as your whores, even branded as a whore, and you do that! We had an agreement, you mother fucker!"

"Now, Mrs. Jackson. There is no need for such language from a fine, Southern Baptist lady like you. I'm just a businessman and when my business goes down, then all my ladies have to work a little harder. We can settle this by giving you a choice, either you continue to work in the business opportunities I have graciously afforded you in order to pay off your husband's debt, or I can send my boys back over to your house to play with your daughter. I believe they said something about cleaning up a mess, didn't they?" The evil man quit talking and listened. He could hear the mother fuming and breathing hard.

Sandra remembered very distinctly that first night, when she was gang raped by the thugs Dubois had sent and the threat made when the big nigger stuck the muzzle of his shotgun in Kendra's ...