The Family BBC - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 5

The smell inside was atrocious! I'd rather have been forced to have sex near an active garbage dump. Mold, old condoms, more piss than shit but not by much, all contributed to the stench in the Stadium's ground floor. I was the only one who coughed. Leland handed a ten dollar bill to the clerk and received a key. "Third floor. Room B."

The room barely fit a cot with a thin mattress. It was stained all over but not as badly as the carpet. Leland cracked open the window. It opened a couple inches. Loretta sank her huge butt on the cot. She must have had surgery on her breasts too - you'd run out of letters of the alphabet trying to label their size. I felt sorry for her. Somehow being blackmailed by a horny sixty year-old didn't seem like a problem worth mentioning in that room. I stood just inside the doorway.

"Take off your clothes, Lela." Leland continued to anonymize me. As I unbuttoned and shucked off the few articles on my body, I looked for hooks to hang them from instead of letting them touch the mottled green indoor-outdoor carpet. The walls were nearly as gross. Peeling paint revealed mold infused drywall.

"She a pretty, white cunt, Leland." Loretta gave my naked figure a cursory eye. "What the fuck am I doing here for thirty five bucks and 'bout as many minutes?"

"You gonna give her the tour." Leland's speech pattern edged closer to slums street talk. "Lisa thinks she knows her body, but she don't know what it means to be a bitch."

"Maybe we got time ...

... to teach her rocket science while we at it." The thick, short woman snorted. She tugged off her top. The number of scars on her huge tits increased as they got closer to her nipples. She was missing half of her left nipple. I wanted to throw up, seeing how awful she'd been treated. "What's your name, Honey?"

She looked up at me. I looked at Leland. He told her, "It's Colleen."

My sadness for her launched anger. "Did you do any of that to her, Leland?"

"Nah, the old cock hero don't do this stuff." Loretta studied her tits. "He fucks you up other ways."

"I always treated you right." Leland assured. I had heard him say that before.

"These tits made a black dude a lot of money in my best days, when they were smaller."

"I told you they was big enough. You had to listen to Jason."

"I don't talk bad about my daddy, Nigger. You know that." I had seen how she talked bad to her pimp. "Jason didn't dump me like Paul and Grover. He still got my roof and breakfast."

"Show her your twat." Leland sounded as if he was mentally counting minutes.

I didn't want to see it, but when I turned my head away from Loretta's final disrobing, he threw a box of Tic-Taks at me. "Look at her, you white fucking princess!"

I grimaced before even recognizing what the ravaged woman had for a vulva. It was bald, but she'd never need to shave again. Her entire groin was a burn scar.

"I'm so sorry." I couldn't not cry.

"This how you gonna break her?" Loretta looked up at the ...