The Pimp Recruits a New Bitch - Sex Stories

The Pimp Recruits a New Bitch

... pussy, bitch," I demanded. She agreed without question. She wriggled out of her panties, leaving them carefully to one side on the floor and then her right hand went to her mouth, wetting her forefinger before snaking down to her clit. I watched her, thighs spread, back arched her left hand gently playing with both big tits.

"You stroke me," she panted.

"What?"

"You stroke me!"

"You think that it's time to tell the nigger what to do?"

"No," she pouted without stopping stroking that clit. "I just thought you'd like it – I mean."

"I ain't your pool boy." I lazily kicked her thighs a little further apart so that she was spread as far as she could go.

"Ohh," she moaned in frustration.

"Call me daddy," I ordered.

"Daddy?" The dumb bitch looked kind of amused but she went along with it, her breathing getting a little ragged. "Please stroke me, daddy!"

I moved my big right foot on to her mound and began roughly dragging it back and forth. "Oh daddy!" she gasped, half angry half turned on.

"I'm going to fuck your ass," I announced. "I ain't done that yet."

"No way," her voice changed – went all hard and cold. "I don't do that."

"Well then you can get dressed, get the fuck out and pay me for the shit," I stood up and glared down at her.

"I'm not a…whore!" she protested with her legs still spread on either side of my feet so I was looking straight down on her spread pink cunt, and that little cute tuft of blonde hair.

"Then give me my money ...

... and get the fuck out." For a second she looked like she was going to cry.

"I'm not a whore," she repeated. "I'm not letting you fuck my ass as payment for drugs."

"I never said you was a whore."

"I'd let you do it anyway but you're so big it'll hurt."

"I'll be real careful."

"You promise?" She batted her eyelashes at me, flashing her big blue eyes like a choir girl, folding her hands over her tits.

"Sure, baby. Go upstairs to my bathroom and you'll find I've got some lube that'll make it feel real nice."

She scrambled to her feet, her tits jiggling. "I can't believe I'm doing this." I watched as her naked white ass disappeared up my stairs. I loved the way she ran, her little hands flapping by her hips like she was just off the cheerleader team, her blonde hair bouncing like a shampoo ad.

"Good girl," I told her as she arrived back, naked, nervously clutching a white bottle of lube in front of her tits.

"I'm not a whore," she repeated for the third time. "I'm trusting you that you won't hurt me." I lazily stepped out of my clothes and her eyes got a more scared glint than usual when she saw my cock stiffening.

"You're way too big," she protested.

"We'll see about that," I growled. "Lube me." She knelt on the floor in front of me, squeezed a large dollop of oil on to her palm and rubbed it into my cock from the head right down to my balls. It felt so good I couldn't help but smile down at her. "You gonna love this. Lie on your back."

She did ...