The Family BBC - Chapter 10 (end) - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 10 (end)

... open my purse. "Here's your hotel key!" I blurted, withdrawing the tagged ring.

I had made the tag. The key had only come with a shouted room number. Room 4-A. When Leland saw the hotel's name, his grin widened until it matched the awful one I remembered. He pulled his fingers out of my wet cunt to grab the key. His left hand dropped my keyring into my open purse.

"You get out." He opened his door and stepped free, then hustled around the car. I was digging for the ring when Leland jerked my door open and pulled me out into the dirty street! I dropped my keys on the sidewalk. Leland bent quickly to snatch them. He pressed the car key's lock button. The doors uttered sturdy snaps.

"Loretta!" I suddenly wailed.

"What?" Leland's head spun this way and that. "Is this some kind of set up?" He shook me.

"No!" I wriggled to escape his powerful grasp. Had he gotten stronger in jail? "I said I'd pay her to look in on you for a week!"

"Hey, White Bitch!" The short, ungainly buxom and fat assed woman strolled around the corner and wobbled towards us. Leland ushered me forward to meet her half-way. She looked him up and down. "I can't believe you actually got the bastard out of jail." She aimed puzzlement at me. I had trouble not staring at her scarred face. Without breaking eye contact with me, she told Leland. "You done a good job with the White Bitch. Now she even dressing up for you." She snickered.

"Tell him to let go of me." I struggled against his grip.

"I ...

... don' do nuthin', Slut, unless I git paid for it." Loretta scanned me. "Why you wearing ho clothes? Didja remember what Jason said 'bout the price he charge for yo sweet, white ass?"

"Leave us be, Loretta. Drop by later if you want to catch up. Room 4-A."

"Ooo, you gots ta honeymoon suite!" She burst into peals of laughter. "Have a happy moon'n, y'all." She walked back to the intersection.

"Let me go, Leland. I put down two hundred dollars for that room. Just leave and forget about me!"

"Nah, you dressed like that for a reason, and I'm gonna get to the bottom of that reason." He half dragged, half escorted me, but he walked leisurely. "Besides, don' you want one for the road?" He barked a laugh.

Apparently Jason had caucasian thugs watching The Stadium's entrance during the day. The too bulky goons ignored us however. I guess Loretta had warned them. My captor hauled me up the steps and through the entrance. He ignored the nodding clerk and pushed me up eight, half flights of stairs.

The A on the door was tilted, but it was the only door with a metal tag. The others had their letter painted on or drawn with a marker.

I made a break for the stairs when he fit the key into door A. SMACK! He slapped my face! "Is that what you want?" He growled and pushed me through the opening.

Room A was larger than the other two I'd been in, by about fifty percent. It had an actual bed instead of a cot, and there was a pillow, stained and misshapen. The stench was half ...