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Tava was divorced, in debt, and desperate. A casual conversation with a friend and co-worker gave her the germ of an idea. She still had one asset that hadn’t been pawned or sold…her body.

This is a story of how Tava entered the steamy world of sex for sale. It’s about the people she met. Cora, Missy, Mary Jo and a host of others. The guys are big, black, hung and horny.

This story contains interracial sex, girl-girl sex, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. It’s not just more of the same. There are twists and turns that you’ll love.

Learn how Tava turned desperation into a career. You are going to love Tava.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 10 / 2007

Also Available in Paperback - Click Here

No. words: 27000

Style: Erotica -    Interracial Erotica, Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual Erotica

Available Formats: Palm  MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  Sony Reader (LRF)  MS Word  PDF  MS Reader  Text  RTF  


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Tava changed and re-changed her mind a dozen times on the half hour drive to Grant City. Prostitution was never something she had ever considered before her current troubles. It flew in the face of her upbringing and her sense of morality, but she knew there was no other option. All the other second jobs didn’t produce enough income to be of any help with her dilemma. Now she was going to sell the only commodity she had left - her body. She was honest enough with herself to know she had a good body. She carried a lot of curves on her five feet seven inch frame. Even the low-life ex-husband acknowledged that she was hot in every sense of the word. Her breasts were thirty-six double D with long nipples. Her long nipples had been a constant source of embarrassment to her since junior high. Even the tiniest bit of sexual excitement and they would be visible even through her bra. Most of the time she put extras padding in the bra to hide her nipples. Not so this night. She wore her thinnest bra and briefest thong.
She found the address after only a couple mistakes. She became a little nervous when she transited from a nice neighborhood into one not so nice. She checked the number beside the door with her directions, parked on the street, and got out of her car. She considered locking it but decided against it. If someone was crazy enough to steal the shitty old thing there was nothing she could do about it and she didn’t want to replace a window.
“You Tava?” the man opening the door asked. She admitted that she was and asked if he was Martin Ward. “No, he’s inside waiting on you. Come on in.” The man was a large heavyset black man. He was taller by several inches than Tava and he was heavier by far. He was built like a tree stump. Tava followed him down a hallway to a closed door. The man knocked and opened the door and motioned for her to enter.
“I’m Martin Ward,” the man sitting behind a large desk said. “Have a seat, Tava Grant. Is that your real name?” She told him it was. “You live in Oak Grove?” She again admitted that it was true. “From now on do not give anyone your last name or where you live. Lie, if you have to.” The phone rang and he answered it giving her a moment to study him.
Martin Ward was somewhere in his mid to late forties. Not exactly white, more of a light pink color. He was bald on the top of his head with a ring of graying hair around the edges. His head was nearly round. Tava concluded that Martin Ward was chubby even though she couldn’t see much of him.
“Sorry about that,” he said after hanging up. “I have a girl who usually answers the phone but she’s away for a while. Tell me about Tava Grant.”
“Not a whole lot to tell,” she said. “I’m twenty six, single and broke. My ex-husband left me with a lot of debt so I need money to get out of debt. I’m employed, but I don’t make enough to pay everything that needs to be paid. So here I am.”
“I’ve been there,” he said smiling at her. “Not much fun being down and out, is it? You think being a call girl will make enough to get you out of trouble?”
“I sure hope so, because I’m at my wits end. I don’t have anything left to sell or pawn. I need another five or six hundred dollars a month to keep up with the payments.”
“If I can use you at all you’ll make a great deal more than that,” Ward said. “Let me tell you a little about my operation. It’s a supply and demand situation. Men demand women and I supply the women. Some of my clientele are black businessmen who want some white nookie. I hope you don’t have any race hang-ups. Ever had a black man?”
“No sir,” she admitted. “I got married right out of college.”
“Lack of opportunity then?” he inquired. “Not racial?”
“I don’t think I’m a racist. My ex-husband was, so we didn’t have any black friends.”
“I see. Do you like sex, Tava?” he asked bluntly.
“Yes I do,” she answered quickly. “Or at least I used to. It’s been a while for me. After the divorce I became celibate.” She paused then continued. “I didn’t think liking sex was necessary for a prostitute.”
“It’s not, Tava,” he answered her. “Only the best like what they do, and I only hire the best. Is there anything you absolutely won’t do?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Oral sex?” he said. “Suck a man off and swallow his cum? Can you take an ass fucking? How about group sex? Ever had two men at once?”
“Yes, I’ve had a threesome a few times. My husband and a couple of his friends did me. Oral sex, I love. Both giving and receiving. Frankly, I’m not wild about anal sex, but I can do it, if it’s necessary.”
“What’s the biggest cock you’ve had?” Tava held her hands up about six inches apart. Martin Ward smiled. “Okay that’s the low side of average of my clients. How about women? Ever made it with a chick?”
“No,” she answered hesitantly. “Not really. A girlfriend in high school licked me one time while at a sleep-over. We both were a little drunk on her father’s whiskey. Nothing ever came of it.”
“Did you like it?”
“Truthfully I don’t know if I did or not. Like I said, we both were drunk. Later she denied that it ever happened and I let it go. Do you have women clients, too?”
“Sometimes. Mostly it’s clients just wanting a show with a couple of girls. It’s up to you. Some of my girls do, some don’t. I need to know before I put you in a position of having to eat pussy. What do you say?”
“I really don’t know,” Tava answered slowly. “The idea of having sex with a woman doesn’t give me cold chills or make me sick. I guess under the right conditions I might.”
“Okay, we’ll address that subject another time. Aside from the money why do you want to be a whore?”
“There is no ‘aside from the money,” Tava countered. “I’m just doing what I have to do.”
“Fair enough,” he said slapping the desk top. “Are you ready to get started?” She nodded after a brief hesitation. “Good.” He got up and confirmed her idea of him being chubby. In fact he was almost round. He led her out of the room and down the hall to another room. “There are two types of whores,” he said pausing at the door. “Well, more than two types, I guess, but what I am talking about is kissing. There are those that do and those that won’t kiss a client under any circumstances. Are you a kisser?”
“I like to kiss,” she answered. “Is it important?”
“No, not very important. Some ladies feel that kissing is too personal. It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me that a woman will suck a man’s cock, but not his tongue, but I honor their personal preference. My recommendation is not to make a big deal out of it if you choose not to do so.” He opened the door and they went in. It was a bedroom but nothing like she had ever seen. Someone had decorated it in red, orange and black. The walls were bright red, the carpet black. The bedspread was a dark orange. The red walls were decorated with a lot of photographs of men and women engaged in a diversity of sexual activities. There was a mirror on the ceiling and a large mirror on one wall beside the large king size bed. “Yeah, it ain’t very subtle is it?” Martin said laughing at her expression. “I’m going to sit over here. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable.” When she looked puzzled he added, “Strip naked, Tava Grant. Show me what you got, honey.”
Suddenly her heart started beating faster. She had considered that she would have to perform sexually, but now the realization struck her forcefully. Until Martin Ward told her to strip, the whole thing had been just a concept; something to be investigated, to be considered. Now it was about to all become a reality. She was standing at the threshold of becoming a prostitute.
“Take your time, sugar,” the man said. “We have a while.” Her hand hovered at the top button of her shirt. She closed her eyes and pretended that she was someone else. She was not Tava Grant, nice girl. She was Tava…she tried to think of another last name, but her mind was a blank. Her trembling fingers undid the top button and a second one.
Suddenly she was aware that her underwear was plain. She had not bought new under things in a long while. She managed to remove the shirt and she quickly took the ugly white bra off letting her large breasts spill out for Martin to gaze at. She slipped her pants off taking her panties with them because she couldn’t remember if they had holes in them or not.
“Nice rack, Tava,” the chubby man commented, his gaze locked on them. “Nice fat tits. You’ll need to get that bush trimmed or completely removed before you get into the trade. Most men don’t care for a full bush. Turn around and let me see your ass.” Tava slowly turned and showed him her backside. “Yeah, nice ass, too. Lay down on the bed and spread your legs. Show ol’ Martin some pink.”
She sat down on the bed and was only mildly surprised to discover it was a waterbed. Showing some pink didn’t need to be explained, but she felt a strange feeling as she pulled her legs back and open. It was a mixed feeling of embarrassment and a weird thrill at the same time. She could feel Martin Ward’s hot eyes staring at her.
“That’s the way,” the man said softly. “Peel your cunt lips back and let me look inside you. Good, I can see that you’re wet.” She had been wet since entering the place, she thought. In fact, her pussy had been tingling ever since she started thinking about becoming a call-girl. “Play with your clit, girl. Get yourself ready for some fucking.”
“I’m ready,” she moaned, using her finger to tease her clitoris. “Come on and get some.”
“Not me,” Ward said with a chuckle. “I’m not allowed to touch you girls. My wife would have my balls, and since I’ve grown attached to them…” He laughed again. “No dear, Stick will come in and fuck you. He doesn’t have a wife.” The door opened and the short stubby black man who had admitted her walked in. He was naked and while that caught her attention it was only briefly. Her attention was drawn to his cock. It was massive and jutted out before him like an African warrior’s spear.
“Oh, you like what you see?” Stick asked with a smile. “You will come to know it very well, indeed.” Tava’s legs had fallen back onto the bed and Stick pushed them back up and spread open. “What a nice looking pussy.” He got to his knees and put his lips on her pussy. He stuck his tongue into it as far as it would go. “And it tastes as good as it looks,” he said raising his great bald head. He lowered it again and licked her to a small, but nice orgasm.
“She’s hot to trot, Mr. Ward,” the black man said. “I think it’s time to put the meat to her.”
“Yeah, Stick, go ahead and fuck her. Give it to her good. Make her squeal.”
Martin Ward got his wish. Tava squealed long and loud when the big black man shoved his cock in her seldom used pussy. After Stick erupted in her, filling her pussy with cum, she was glad she had kept using the birth control pills after her husband left her.
She lay still on the bed after the big black man had come, basking in the glow of her many orgasms. She was thinking that Stick wasn’t much to look at, but he sure knew his way around a bed. Stick lay beside her and it surprised her that his hand was lightly rubbing her belly. Surely he was through. This was the time that hubby always went to sleep.
“You’re a good fuck, Tava,” Stick said bringing his hand up to caress her breast. Her nipple instantly went right back to being hard. Stick rolled over and sucked her stiff nipple into his mouth, causing her to shudder. She raised her head and saw to her amazement that Stick’s black cock wasn’t soft and flaccid. It was still standing up. She glanced over to where Martin Ward had been sitting and saw that the chair was vacant. She hadn’t been aware that he had left the room.
“He’ll be back,” Stick said. “He went to see how Cora was likin’ the show.” Tava took his hard member in her hand and gave it a couple of strokes. She asked him to explain. “Cora is Martin’s wife,” Stick said. “She’s been watching through the big mirror over there. Cora has the final say on who gets hired, but I’ll bet she likes you.” He put his thick finger on her throbbing clitoris causing her to jerk. “Bet you a hundred bucks, she comes in pretty soon.” He had no more than said it and it happened. The door swung open and a tall stunning woman came into the room. Martin Ward followed her in.
“Hi, Tava,” the woman said. “I’m Cora. I could see that you liked Stick’s big cock. Ready for some more?” Tava was embarrassed being seen naked on a bed with a black man’s fingers in her pussy. She didn’t know how to respond to the woman’s question.
“Dog fuck her, Stick,” the red-head said. Tava didn’t resist when Stick rolled her over to her knees. Tava did exactly as the man said and when she looked up again she was facing the foot of the bed. Also she was facing the woman. Tava moaned when Stick slipped his cock in her cum filled pussy. He felt even bigger in that position.


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Tava by Shooter3704

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    • Average 4.7 from 3 ratings

Tava was divorced, in debt, and desperate. A casual conversation with a friend and co-worker gave her the germ of an idea. She still had one asset that hadn’t been pawned or sold…her body.

This is a story of how Tava entered the steamy world of sex for sale. It’s about the people she met. Cora, Missy, Mary Jo and a host of others. The guys are big, black, hung and horny.

This story contains interracial sex, girl-girl sex, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. It’s not just more of the same. There are twists and turns that you’ll love.

Learn how Tava turned desperation into a career. You are going to love Tava.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 10 / 2007

Also Available in Paperback - Click Here

No. words: 27000

Style: Erotica -    Interracial Erotica, Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual Erotica

Available Formats: Palm  MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  Sony Reader (LRF)  MS Word  PDF  MS Reader  Text  RTF  


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Tava changed and re-changed her mind a dozen times on the half hour drive to Grant City. Prostitution was never something she had ever considered before her current troubles. It flew in the face of her upbringing and her sense of morality, but she knew there was no other option. All the other second jobs didn’t produce enough income to be of any help with her dilemma. Now she was going to sell the only commodity she had left - her body. She was honest enough with herself to know she had a good body. She carried a lot of curves on her five feet seven inch frame. Even the low-life ex-husband acknowledged that she was hot in every sense of the word. Her breasts were thirty-six double D with long nipples. Her long nipples had been a constant source of embarrassment to her since junior high. Even the tiniest bit of sexual excitement and they would be visible even through her bra. Most of the time she put extras padding in the bra to hide her nipples. Not so this night. She wore her thinnest bra and briefest thong.
She found the address after only a couple mistakes. She became a little nervous when she transited from a nice neighborhood into one not so nice. She checked the number beside the door with her directions, parked on the street, and got out of her car. She considered locking it but decided against it. If someone was crazy enough to steal the shitty old thing there was nothing she could do about it and she didn’t want to replace a window.
“You Tava?” the man opening the door asked. She admitted that she was and asked if he was Martin Ward. “No, he’s inside waiting on you. Come on in.” The man was a large heavyset black man. He was taller by several inches than Tava and he was heavier by far. He was built like a tree stump. Tava followed him down a hallway to a closed door. The man knocked and opened the door and motioned for her to enter.
“I’m Martin Ward,” the man sitting behind a large desk said. “Have a seat, Tava Grant. Is that your real name?” She told him it was. “You live in Oak Grove?” She again admitted that it was true. “From now on do not give anyone your last name or where you live. Lie, if you have to.” The phone rang and he answered it giving her a moment to study him.
Martin Ward was somewhere in his mid to late forties. Not exactly white, more of a light pink color. He was bald on the top of his head with a ring of graying hair around the edges. His head was nearly round. Tava concluded that Martin Ward was chubby even though she couldn’t see much of him.
“Sorry about that,” he said after hanging up. “I have a girl who usually answers the phone but she’s away for a while. Tell me about Tava Grant.”
“Not a whole lot to tell,” she said. “I’m twenty six, single and broke. My ex-husband left me with a lot of debt so I need money to get out of debt. I’m employed, but I don’t make enough to pay everything that needs to be paid. So here I am.”
“I’ve been there,” he said smiling at her. “Not much fun being down and out, is it? You think being a call girl will make enough to get you out of trouble?”
“I sure hope so, because I’m at my wits end. I don’t have anything left to sell or pawn. I need another five or six hundred dollars a month to keep up with the payments.”
“If I can use you at all you’ll make a great deal more than that,” Ward said. “Let me tell you a little about my operation. It’s a supply and demand situation. Men demand women and I supply the women. Some of my clientele are black businessmen who want some white nookie. I hope you don’t have any race hang-ups. Ever had a black man?”
“No sir,” she admitted. “I got married right out of college.”
“Lack of opportunity then?” he inquired. “Not racial?”
“I don’t think I’m a racist. My ex-husband was, so we didn’t have any black friends.”
“I see. Do you like sex, Tava?” he asked bluntly.
“Yes I do,” she answered quickly. “Or at least I used to. It’s been a while for me. After the divorce I became celibate.” She paused then continued. “I didn’t think liking sex was necessary for a prostitute.”
“It’s not, Tava,” he answered her. “Only the best like what they do, and I only hire the best. Is there anything you absolutely won’t do?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Oral sex?” he said. “Suck a man off and swallow his cum? Can you take an ass fucking? How about group sex? Ever had two men at once?”
“Yes, I’ve had a threesome a few times. My husband and a couple of his friends did me. Oral sex, I love. Both giving and receiving. Frankly, I’m not wild about anal sex, but I can do it, if it’s necessary.”
“What’s the biggest cock you’ve had?” Tava held her hands up about six inches apart. Martin Ward smiled. “Okay that’s the low side of average of my clients. How about women? Ever made it with a chick?”
“No,” she answered hesitantly. “Not really. A girlfriend in high school licked me one time while at a sleep-over. We both were a little drunk on her father’s whiskey. Nothing ever came of it.”
“Did you like it?”
“Truthfully I don’t know if I did or not. Like I said, we both were drunk. Later she denied that it ever happened and I let it go. Do you have women clients, too?”
“Sometimes. Mostly it’s clients just wanting a show with a couple of girls. It’s up to you. Some of my girls do, some don’t. I need to know before I put you in a position of having to eat pussy. What do you say?”
“I really don’t know,” Tava answered slowly. “The idea of having sex with a woman doesn’t give me cold chills or make me sick. I guess under the right conditions I might.”
“Okay, we’ll address that subject another time. Aside from the money why do you want to be a whore?”
“There is no ‘aside from the money,” Tava countered. “I’m just doing what I have to do.”
“Fair enough,” he said slapping the desk top. “Are you ready to get started?” She nodded after a brief hesitation. “Good.” He got up and confirmed her idea of him being chubby. In fact he was almost round. He led her out of the room and down the hall to another room. “There are two types of whores,” he said pausing at the door. “Well, more than two types, I guess, but what I am talking about is kissing. There are those that do and those that won’t kiss a client under any circumstances. Are you a kisser?”
“I like to kiss,” she answered. “Is it important?”
“No, not very important. Some ladies feel that kissing is too personal. It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me that a woman will suck a man’s cock, but not his tongue, but I honor their personal preference. My recommendation is not to make a big deal out of it if you choose not to do so.” He opened the door and they went in. It was a bedroom but nothing like she had ever seen. Someone had decorated it in red, orange and black. The walls were bright red, the carpet black. The bedspread was a dark orange. The red walls were decorated with a lot of photographs of men and women engaged in a diversity of sexual activities. There was a mirror on the ceiling and a large mirror on one wall beside the large king size bed. “Yeah, it ain’t very subtle is it?” Martin said laughing at her expression. “I’m going to sit over here. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable.” When she looked puzzled he added, “Strip naked, Tava Grant. Show me what you got, honey.”
Suddenly her heart started beating faster. She had considered that she would have to perform sexually, but now the realization struck her forcefully. Until Martin Ward told her to strip, the whole thing had been just a concept; something to be investigated, to be considered. Now it was about to all become a reality. She was standing at the threshold of becoming a prostitute.
“Take your time, sugar,” the man said. “We have a while.” Her hand hovered at the top button of her shirt. She closed her eyes and pretended that she was someone else. She was not Tava Grant, nice girl. She was Tava…she tried to think of another last name, but her mind was a blank. Her trembling fingers undid the top button and a second one.
Suddenly she was aware that her underwear was plain. She had not bought new under things in a long while. She managed to remove the shirt and she quickly took the ugly white bra off letting her large breasts spill out for Martin to gaze at. She slipped her pants off taking her panties with them because she couldn’t remember if they had holes in them or not.
“Nice rack, Tava,” the chubby man commented, his gaze locked on them. “Nice fat tits. You’ll need to get that bush trimmed or completely removed before you get into the trade. Most men don’t care for a full bush. Turn around and let me see your ass.” Tava slowly turned and showed him her backside. “Yeah, nice ass, too. Lay down on the bed and spread your legs. Show ol’ Martin some pink.”
She sat down on the bed and was only mildly surprised to discover it was a waterbed. Showing some pink didn’t need to be explained, but she felt a strange feeling as she pulled her legs back and open. It was a mixed feeling of embarrassment and a weird thrill at the same time. She could feel Martin Ward’s hot eyes staring at her.
“That’s the way,” the man said softly. “Peel your cunt lips back and let me look inside you. Good, I can see that you’re wet.” She had been wet since entering the place, she thought. In fact, her pussy had been tingling ever since she started thinking about becoming a call-girl. “Play with your clit, girl. Get yourself ready for some fucking.”
“I’m ready,” she moaned, using her finger to tease her clitoris. “Come on and get some.”
“Not me,” Ward said with a chuckle. “I’m not allowed to touch you girls. My wife would have my balls, and since I’ve grown attached to them…” He laughed again. “No dear, Stick will come in and fuck you. He doesn’t have a wife.” The door opened and the short stubby black man who had admitted her walked in. He was naked and while that caught her attention it was only briefly. Her attention was drawn to his cock. It was massive and jutted out before him like an African warrior’s spear.
“Oh, you like what you see?” Stick asked with a smile. “You will come to know it very well, indeed.” Tava’s legs had fallen back onto the bed and Stick pushed them back up and spread open. “What a nice looking pussy.” He got to his knees and put his lips on her pussy. He stuck his tongue into it as far as it would go. “And it tastes as good as it looks,” he said raising his great bald head. He lowered it again and licked her to a small, but nice orgasm.
“She’s hot to trot, Mr. Ward,” the black man said. “I think it’s time to put the meat to her.”
“Yeah, Stick, go ahead and fuck her. Give it to her good. Make her squeal.”
Martin Ward got his wish. Tava squealed long and loud when the big black man shoved his cock in her seldom used pussy. After Stick erupted in her, filling her pussy with cum, she was glad she had kept using the birth control pills after her husband left her.
She lay still on the bed after the big black man had come, basking in the glow of her many orgasms. She was thinking that Stick wasn’t much to look at, but he sure knew his way around a bed. Stick lay beside her and it surprised her that his hand was lightly rubbing her belly. Surely he was through. This was the time that hubby always went to sleep.
“You’re a good fuck, Tava,” Stick said bringing his hand up to caress her breast. Her nipple instantly went right back to being hard. Stick rolled over and sucked her stiff nipple into his mouth, causing her to shudder. She raised her head and saw to her amazement that Stick’s black cock wasn’t soft and flaccid. It was still standing up. She glanced over to where Martin Ward had been sitting and saw that the chair was vacant. She hadn’t been aware that he had left the room.
“He’ll be back,” Stick said. “He went to see how Cora was likin’ the show.” Tava took his hard member in her hand and gave it a couple of strokes. She asked him to explain. “Cora is Martin’s wife,” Stick said. “She’s been watching through the big mirror over there. Cora has the final say on who gets hired, but I’ll bet she likes you.” He put his thick finger on her throbbing clitoris causing her to jerk. “Bet you a hundred bucks, she comes in pretty soon.” He had no more than said it and it happened. The door swung open and a tall stunning woman came into the room. Martin Ward followed her in.
“Hi, Tava,” the woman said. “I’m Cora. I could see that you liked Stick’s big cock. Ready for some more?” Tava was embarrassed being seen naked on a bed with a black man’s fingers in her pussy. She didn’t know how to respond to the woman’s question.
“Dog fuck her, Stick,” the red-head said. Tava didn’t resist when Stick rolled her over to her knees. Tava did exactly as the man said and when she looked up again she was facing the foot of the bed. Also she was facing the woman. Tava moaned when Stick slipped his cock in her cum filled pussy. He felt even bigger in that position.


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Tava was divorced, in debt, and desperate. A casual conversation with a friend and co-worker gave her the germ of an idea. She still had one asset that hadn’t been pawned or sold…her body.

This is a story of how Tava entered the steamy world of sex for sale. It’s about the people she met. Cora, Missy, Mary Jo and a host of others. The guys are big, black, hung and horny.

This story contains interracial sex, girl-girl sex, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. It’s not just more of the same. There are twists and turns that you’ll love.

Learn how Tava turned desperation into a career. You are going to love Tava.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 10 / 2007

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No. words: 27000

Style: Erotica -    Interracial Erotica, Gay/Lesbian/Bisexual Erotica

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Tava changed and re-changed her mind a dozen times on the half hour drive to Grant City. Prostitution was never something she had ever considered before her current troubles. It flew in the face of her upbringing and her sense of morality, but she knew there was no other option. All the other second jobs didn’t produce enough income to be of any help with her dilemma. Now she was going to sell the only commodity she had left - her body. She was honest enough with herself to know she had a good body. She carried a lot of curves on her five feet seven inch frame. Even the low-life ex-husband acknowledged that she was hot in every sense of the word. Her breasts were thirty-six double D with long nipples. Her long nipples had been a constant source of embarrassment to her since junior high. Even the tiniest bit of sexual excitement and they would be visible even through her bra. Most of the time she put extras padding in the bra to hide her nipples. Not so this night. She wore her thinnest bra and briefest thong.
She found the address after only a couple mistakes. She became a little nervous when she transited from a nice neighborhood into one not so nice. She checked the number beside the door with her directions, parked on the street, and got out of her car. She considered locking it but decided against it. If someone was crazy enough to steal the shitty old thing there was nothing she could do about it and she didn’t want to replace a window.
“You Tava?” the man opening the door asked. She admitted that she was and asked if he was Martin Ward. “No, he’s inside waiting on you. Come on in.” The man was a large heavyset black man. He was taller by several inches than Tava and he was heavier by far. He was built like a tree stump. Tava followed him down a hallway to a closed door. The man knocked and opened the door and motioned for her to enter.
“I’m Martin Ward,” the man sitting behind a large desk said. “Have a seat, Tava Grant. Is that your real name?” She told him it was. “You live in Oak Grove?” She again admitted that it was true. “From now on do not give anyone your last name or where you live. Lie, if you have to.” The phone rang and he answered it giving her a moment to study him.
Martin Ward was somewhere in his mid to late forties. Not exactly white, more of a light pink color. He was bald on the top of his head with a ring of graying hair around the edges. His head was nearly round. Tava concluded that Martin Ward was chubby even though she couldn’t see much of him.
“Sorry about that,” he said after hanging up. “I have a girl who usually answers the phone but she’s away for a while. Tell me about Tava Grant.”
“Not a whole lot to tell,” she said. “I’m twenty six, single and broke. My ex-husband left me with a lot of debt so I need money to get out of debt. I’m employed, but I don’t make enough to pay everything that needs to be paid. So here I am.”
“I’ve been there,” he said smiling at her. “Not much fun being down and out, is it? You think being a call girl will make enough to get you out of trouble?”
“I sure hope so, because I’m at my wits end. I don’t have anything left to sell or pawn. I need another five or six hundred dollars a month to keep up with the payments.”
“If I can use you at all you’ll make a great deal more than that,” Ward said. “Let me tell you a little about my operation. It’s a supply and demand situation. Men demand women and I supply the women. Some of my clientele are black businessmen who want some white nookie. I hope you don’t have any race hang-ups. Ever had a black man?”
“No sir,” she admitted. “I got married right out of college.”
“Lack of opportunity then?” he inquired. “Not racial?”
“I don’t think I’m a racist. My ex-husband was, so we didn’t have any black friends.”
“I see. Do you like sex, Tava?” he asked bluntly.
“Yes I do,” she answered quickly. “Or at least I used to. It’s been a while for me. After the divorce I became celibate.” She paused then continued. “I didn’t think liking sex was necessary for a prostitute.”
“It’s not, Tava,” he answered her. “Only the best like what they do, and I only hire the best. Is there anything you absolutely won’t do?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Oral sex?” he said. “Suck a man off and swallow his cum? Can you take an ass fucking? How about group sex? Ever had two men at once?”
“Yes, I’ve had a threesome a few times. My husband and a couple of his friends did me. Oral sex, I love. Both giving and receiving. Frankly, I’m not wild about anal sex, but I can do it, if it’s necessary.”
“What’s the biggest cock you’ve had?” Tava held her hands up about six inches apart. Martin Ward smiled. “Okay that’s the low side of average of my clients. How about women? Ever made it with a chick?”
“No,” she answered hesitantly. “Not really. A girlfriend in high school licked me one time while at a sleep-over. We both were a little drunk on her father’s whiskey. Nothing ever came of it.”
“Did you like it?”
“Truthfully I don’t know if I did or not. Like I said, we both were drunk. Later she denied that it ever happened and I let it go. Do you have women clients, too?”
“Sometimes. Mostly it’s clients just wanting a show with a couple of girls. It’s up to you. Some of my girls do, some don’t. I need to know before I put you in a position of having to eat pussy. What do you say?”
“I really don’t know,” Tava answered slowly. “The idea of having sex with a woman doesn’t give me cold chills or make me sick. I guess under the right conditions I might.”
“Okay, we’ll address that subject another time. Aside from the money why do you want to be a whore?”
“There is no ‘aside from the money,” Tava countered. “I’m just doing what I have to do.”
“Fair enough,” he said slapping the desk top. “Are you ready to get started?” She nodded after a brief hesitation. “Good.” He got up and confirmed her idea of him being chubby. In fact he was almost round. He led her out of the room and down the hall to another room. “There are two types of whores,” he said pausing at the door. “Well, more than two types, I guess, but what I am talking about is kissing. There are those that do and those that won’t kiss a client under any circumstances. Are you a kisser?”
“I like to kiss,” she answered. “Is it important?”
“No, not very important. Some ladies feel that kissing is too personal. It doesn’t make a lot of sense to me that a woman will suck a man’s cock, but not his tongue, but I honor their personal preference. My recommendation is not to make a big deal out of it if you choose not to do so.” He opened the door and they went in. It was a bedroom but nothing like she had ever seen. Someone had decorated it in red, orange and black. The walls were bright red, the carpet black. The bedspread was a dark orange. The red walls were decorated with a lot of photographs of men and women engaged in a diversity of sexual activities. There was a mirror on the ceiling and a large mirror on one wall beside the large king size bed. “Yeah, it ain’t very subtle is it?” Martin said laughing at her expression. “I’m going to sit over here. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable.” When she looked puzzled he added, “Strip naked, Tava Grant. Show me what you got, honey.”
Suddenly her heart started beating faster. She had considered that she would have to perform sexually, but now the realization struck her forcefully. Until Martin Ward told her to strip, the whole thing had been just a concept; something to be investigated, to be considered. Now it was about to all become a reality. She was standing at the threshold of becoming a prostitute.
“Take your time, sugar,” the man said. “We have a while.” Her hand hovered at the top button of her shirt. She closed her eyes and pretended that she was someone else. She was not Tava Grant, nice girl. She was Tava…she tried to think of another last name, but her mind was a blank. Her trembling fingers undid the top button and a second one.
Suddenly she was aware that her underwear was plain. She had not bought new under things in a long while. She managed to remove the shirt and she quickly took the ugly white bra off letting her large breasts spill out for Martin to gaze at. She slipped her pants off taking her panties with them because she couldn’t remember if they had holes in them or not.
“Nice rack, Tava,” the chubby man commented, his gaze locked on them. “Nice fat tits. You’ll need to get that bush trimmed or completely removed before you get into the trade. Most men don’t care for a full bush. Turn around and let me see your ass.” Tava slowly turned and showed him her backside. “Yeah, nice ass, too. Lay down on the bed and spread your legs. Show ol’ Martin some pink.”
She sat down on the bed and was only mildly surprised to discover it was a waterbed. Showing some pink didn’t need to be explained, but she felt a strange feeling as she pulled her legs back and open. It was a mixed feeling of embarrassment and a weird thrill at the same time. She could feel Martin Ward’s hot eyes staring at her.
“That’s the way,” the man said softly. “Peel your cunt lips back and let me look inside you. Good, I can see that you’re wet.” She had been wet since entering the place, she thought. In fact, her pussy had been tingling ever since she started thinking about becoming a call-girl. “Play with your clit, girl. Get yourself ready for some fucking.”
“I’m ready,” she moaned, using her finger to tease her clitoris. “Come on and get some.”
“Not me,” Ward said with a chuckle. “I’m not allowed to touch you girls. My wife would have my balls, and since I’ve grown attached to them…” He laughed again. “No dear, Stick will come in and fuck you. He doesn’t have a wife.” The door opened and the short stubby black man who had admitted her walked in. He was naked and while that caught her attention it was only briefly. Her attention was drawn to his cock. It was massive and jutted out before him like an African warrior’s spear.
“Oh, you like what you see?” Stick asked with a smile. “You will come to know it very well, indeed.” Tava’s legs had fallen back onto the bed and Stick pushed them back up and spread open. “What a nice looking pussy.” He got to his knees and put his lips on her pussy. He stuck his tongue into it as far as it would go. “And it tastes as good as it looks,” he said raising his great bald head. He lowered it again and licked her to a small, but nice orgasm.
“She’s hot to trot, Mr. Ward,” the black man said. “I think it’s time to put the meat to her.”
“Yeah, Stick, go ahead and fuck her. Give it to her good. Make her squeal.”
Martin Ward got his wish. Tava squealed long and loud when the big black man shoved his cock in her seldom used pussy. After Stick erupted in her, filling her pussy with cum, she was glad she had kept using the birth control pills after her husband left her.
She lay still on the bed after the big black man had come, basking in the glow of her many orgasms. She was thinking that Stick wasn’t much to look at, but he sure knew his way around a bed. Stick lay beside her and it surprised her that his hand was lightly rubbing her belly. Surely he was through. This was the time that hubby always went to sleep.
“You’re a good fuck, Tava,” Stick said bringing his hand up to caress her breast. Her nipple instantly went right back to being hard. Stick rolled over and sucked her stiff nipple into his mouth, causing her to shudder. She raised her head and saw to her amazement that Stick’s black cock wasn’t soft and flaccid. It was still standing up. She glanced over to where Martin Ward had been sitting and saw that the chair was vacant. She hadn’t been aware that he had left the room.
“He’ll be back,” Stick said. “He went to see how Cora was likin’ the show.” Tava took his hard member in her hand and gave it a couple of strokes. She asked him to explain. “Cora is Martin’s wife,” Stick said. “She’s been watching through the big mirror over there. Cora has the final say on who gets hired, but I’ll bet she likes you.” He put his thick finger on her throbbing clitoris causing her to jerk. “Bet you a hundred bucks, she comes in pretty soon.” He had no more than said it and it happened. The door swung open and a tall stunning woman came into the room. Martin Ward followed her in.
“Hi, Tava,” the woman said. “I’m Cora. I could see that you liked Stick’s big cock. Ready for some more?” Tava was embarrassed being seen naked on a bed with a black man’s fingers in her pussy. She didn’t know how to respond to the woman’s question.
“Dog fuck her, Stick,” the red-head said. Tava didn’t resist when Stick rolled her over to her knees. Tava did exactly as the man said and when she looked up again she was facing the foot of the bed. Also she was facing the woman. Tava moaned when Stick slipped his cock in her cum filled pussy. He felt even bigger in that position.


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