Ho's Bath

Chapter One

 Armpits, asshole, crotch and face.

I haven't taken a shower or soaked in a tub since I was 14, dropped out of school, and became a whore like my Mama. My Mama taught me that in my line of work a ho's bath had to be quick and sustainable. The 15 minutes spent in the shower or hour luxuriating in a tub after a trick is giving the next whore out there a leg up on the money.

Armpits, asshole, crotch and face.

A quick sprits of Curve cologne and a swish of scope erased the smell and the memory of the last lame mother fucker who crawled my body, told me how hot I was, came too quick and placed $100 in my hands.

I counted my money. I had $700 already. I decided that that would be it for the night. I went down to the local café and ordered a slice of apple pie with lots of whipped cream and a vanilla milk shake. I never eat regular food, just sweets. My fellow ho's male and female marvel at how I am able to maintain such a lean, sculpted body when all I ever put into it is junk food.

My name is Khom, (pronounced cum) by the way. A fitting pronunciation for one who does what I do. Most tricks think I'm shitting them when I tell them my name. How ironic that a boy whose name is pronounced cum, would make his living from having mother fuckers cum in and on him.

Anyway, I intended to call it a night and go back to my hotel, chill, and watch True Blood. That was my intention, but a super sexy older man walked into the café and changed my plans.

"My name is Myron." He said. "If you have a couple of hours, my apartment is just a couple of blocks from here; I could really use some company.”

Normally, I don't get all caught up on looks. I've had fat fucks, old farts, and helplessly ugly mother fuckers dig me out as often as drop dead Adonizes of all colors; to me they were all the same. Myron, however, was something different; another level of sexy all together. He was over 30; how much so I wasn't certain. His body was lean and well-toned. His skin was a rich milk chocolate complexion, and the thing that just had my dick dripping was those sleepy eyes of his.

"Hi Myron, my name is Khom. It's 100 bucks an hour."

"Well," he smiled exposing the most perfectly white teeth I'd ever seen, "It's a good thing I went to the ATM." He paid for my order and lead me out of the café. I gave a backwards glance to Flo, the waitress, and one of my Mom's closest friends. She gave me the head nod that told me that she has mentally clocked my John's description to give to police in case she didn't hear from me again.

Soon as we were on the street, Byrdie, my adopted little ho sister, came up to me and Myron. Byrdie was 18 but could have passed for twelve because of her petite stature and childlike mannerisms. Byrdie was actually a male named Brandon, but he sold his body dressed and painted as a female.

"Hey Khom, you got any rubbers left; this guy wants to fuck me behind the dumpsters."

"Byrdie; don't be fucking behind no dumpsters!" I chastised, "You can get arrested, tell this guy he's gotta spring for a hotel."

"He's only got $20; he says I can have it if I fuck him behind the dumpsters."

"Byrdie; you don't fuck for under 100; tell him to get lost if he can't afford that. You don't even give a blow job for under $50."

"I know Khom, but he's really good looking and he showed me his dick and it's really big and it won't even hard yet. Who is he?" Byrdie finally noticed Myron.

"My client." I said handing her a handful of condoms. "Don't fuck without these, and if I'm not back at the hotel when you come in for the night, don't let anybody else in."

"I won't Khom; I never do, because that's our place and we've got to respect it."

"Exactly." I said. "And keep up with your cell phone and mace; this guy starts acting crazy, pepper spray him and call the cops. If they arrest you for tricking call me or Mama, we'll be down to get you out."

"Ok, you be safe too." She said giving me a hug. "Bye Mr. Client." She said to Myron before running to meet up with her waiting trick.

"Do you think she will be ok?" asked Myron.

"Byrdie knows how to survive; sometimes she gets a little scatter brained, but she knows how to reach either me or my mama."

"Well that is a good thing," He said. I knew that he meant well, but I didn't like the fact that he felt sorry for Byrdie. Byrdie was a little off, true, but she was just as sharp as anyone. "Here's my car." He said pointing to a burgundy Ford Explorer.

As I got into the vehicle, I shook my head when I saw Byrdie follow some skuzzy looking guy behind the diner where the dumpsters awaited. I silently prayed that she would be ok as my client pulled out of the parking lot.

Chapter Two

By the time we got to his home, Myron's dick was standing up in his pants like a flag post. I didn't even give him time to undo his seatbelt. I massaged the huge mass that tented his pants. He groaned in delight as I took it out. Damn! Myron had length and width. I ran my tongue around the pulsating head. Precum was already starting to drip from his piss split. His balls emitted an intoxicating musk. It wasn't about the money at that point; I just really wanted this man to fuck me.

When I took him completely in my mouth a sigh escaped his throat that told me everything. It had been a long time since this man had known the pleasure of another man.

"Oh......Khom.....Oh shit...Khom!!!"

His eruption was damn near-earth shattering. In six years of tricking I'd never seen a man spazz and cum so much from a blow job. I prayed that he hadn't spent himself. Sure, I'd get the money, but I wanted him inside me.

"You Ok?" I asked when his shaking subsided.

"Yeah." He panted. "We better go in the house to handle the rest of our business."

I was glad to hear that he intended to do more. Just as I was exiting the vehicle my cell phone rang. It was Byrdie. The minute I answered it her loud sobs boomed in my ear.

"He wouldn't give me the money! He said I tricked him! He fucked me, he's supposed to pay! He's supposed to pay!!!!!"

"Byrdie where are you; what happened?" Dear God not now; I wanted to fuck Myron.

"I'm back at the hotel; he said he wasn't expecting to fuck a boy, and so he's wasn't going to pay me."

"Goddamnit Byrdie, I told you not to fuck with that guy."

"Not the dumpster guy; he paid me. The cute boy I picked up after him. I sucked and fucked him in the back of his car and then he refused to pay. He hit me Khom and pushed me out of his car and didn't pay me." She began crying uncontrollably.

"Byrdie; don't go back out, and don't let anyone in the room. I might be late getting in. We will deal with this tomorrow ok."

"Ok Khom; I just feel so stupid."

"You're not stupid; it can happen to anybody; I've got to finish my date. I have my key, so just go on get you a bath and go to sleep; I'll be back later."

I did not wait for her to respond before hanging up. I knew that Byrdie would not let anyone into the room.

"Is your friend ok?" asked Myron. It was clear by the look on his face that he was worried that I would have to leave before we got the chance to really get down with the get down.

"Yea, some asshole just cheated her; she'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Let's just do what you brought me here for."

"Well, well, the bedroom is this way." He smiled leading me into a room that looked like it belonged on the cover of a major interior decorating magazine. I hadn't paid much attention to the living room because of Byrdie's call. The king-sized bed with the black leather headboard seemed to beckon to both of us.

"Are you going to undress me, or do I have to do it myself?" I teased.

"Do it yourself." He said sitting at the foot of the bed. "Slowly, starting with your shoes"

I removed my Dolce and Gabbana sneakers. A moan of excitement escaped his mouth when he saw my grey cashmere footie socks.

"Leave those on." He grunted when I started to remove them. Man, what is it with dudes and wanting to fuck me with just my footie socks on; this was the fourth guy today.

I slowly undid my belt. His cock was starting to throb in his pants. Quicker than he wanted me to remove mine, Myron took off his pants and cast them aside. His white boxer briefs were stained from the episode in the drive way. By the time I had removed my own pants and stood before him in my sheer grey boxers, his dick was cocked diesel and had broken past the restraint of his underwear band. Simultaneously, we each removed our under wear. I had barely got my hands on my tee shirt, when he pulled me onto his lap. I unwrapped the condom I had in my hand and stretched it down unto the pulsating beast between his legs.

"Myron!" I shrieked when he entered me. I was used to going through the motions with tricks, but Myron had me turned all the way on. Finally, a body that was lean, fit and sexy like my own. Finally, a face that was damn near picture perfect. Finally, a man with a big dick and the ability to use it. I wrapped my legs around his waist and teased his buttocks and thighs by running my cashmere socked feet up and down them. This sent him into overdrive. He stood up on the bed with me still attached to him. He sat me across the top of the tall head board, spread my legs wide and proceed to drill me.

"Piss!" he grunted between thrusts. "Piss."

With the pressure that he was putting on my prostate, I had no trouble. Piss shot from my semi hard dick as if I were a newborn baby boy having his first diaper change. His face and chest were soaked. He fucked me so ferociously, I feared he would drive my body through the wall. I screamed from pleasure, but pain was damn sure starting to rear its ugly head. My pleas for him to slow down and take it easy fell on deaf ears. He was a man possessed and unleashing months, possibly even years of sexual frustration.

"Oh ...Khom.....Oh Shit!" The rubber could not withstand the force and abundance of his second eruption. My asshole was flooded.

"Hey!" I said quickly pushing him off of me and darting to the bathroom to get his semen out of me.  I had already started to run the water in the sink for my ho's bath when he entered the bathroom.

"I didn't mean to do that." He apologized. "I swear on my mama that I don't have anything." He added.

I half heard him; I was frantically looking for a wash cloth.

"Why don't I run you a nice hot bath?"

"I've got to get back to Byrdie."

"You said that she was fine. Come on, let me give you a bath and then I'll take you to Byrdie; I swear."

"It can't be a long one." I said.

"Then let's bathe each other in the shower; I got just as dirty as you did."

He had the type of shower with multiple heads that sprayed from every direction. The warm water felt like heaven. He selected a patchouli and citrus scented body wash for me; I selected green tea and musk for him. He bathed my body with a gentleness that he did not show when fucking me. The bath was like a combination of a sensual massage and a caress.

I tried to be as sensual when bathing him. Knowing that I wasn't doing as good a job as he had done to me, I sucked his dick to climax in the shower.

As we toweled each other off he looked troubled.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"You're a beautiful person Khom; I should not have fucked you like that." His eyes were glassy as if on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry."

"I'm a whore, Myron, it's no big deal."

"Regardless of what you do for a living, you did not deserve that. It's just that it had been so long and ........"

"It's ok, Myron." I said looking deep into his eyes. Damn those sleepy eyes.

"Next time, I'll be gentle."

As he drove me to my hotel, his proclamation "Next time I'll be gentle", echoed through my brain. I was hoping that next time would not be very far off.

"This has been an amazing date." He said pulling into the parking lot of the Murfree Inn. He handed me a fist full of bills.

"Myron, this is way too much." I said when I counted it and found that he's given me $1,500. "You only owe me about 350."

"Keep it." he said.

Mama didn't raise no fool; I quickly said thanks and got out the vehicle.

"Hey." He called after me. "Can I get your number in case I want another date?"

"Nope; just find me at the diner or out in the streets." I had broken too many boundaries with this man and had to reign it in. "Never come here looking for me." I added.

"Ok." He said looking disappointed. "See you soon." He drove out of the parking lot. I made a mental note that I now had $2,200 in my pocket. I planned to take the next day off, perhaps treat Byrdie out and get her spirits up again.

Chapter Three

Byrdie was still awake when I came in. She was watching Scooby Doo on Boomerang.

In true Byrdie fashion as if nothing bad had happened to her hours earlier she said, "God you're walking funny; he musta had a monster cock."

"You're so silly." I laughed just realizing myself that I was indeed walking funny from the intense plowing Myron had subjected my ass to. Seven guys prior and he alone had me doing the hurting ass walk.

"Are you ok?" I asked sitting next to her in her bed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, which always made her smile. I loved Byrdie with all my heart and never could have forgiven myself if something bad had happened to her. My Mama warned me that I did not need to have a person like Byrdie as my tag along, but I didn't feel comfortable with her out there trying to fend for herself without some type of guidance.

"I'm fine; thank you for telling me I'm not stupid."

"You're not Byrdie; every whore has had that happen to them at least once."

"I bet your mama hasn't."

I shivered as my mind flashed back to the image of the one man who tried to get away without paying my Mama. The mess the Drain-O made of his face haunted me to this day. To make matters worse, the poor bastard was charged with rape by the DA, my mama had as a long-standing client.

"She had, but the guy paid big time."

"I want to be that kind of whore; I want to have money and power and everybody scared of me like your mama does Khom"

"No, you don't!" I snapped. "Then you would have to be a bad person, I don't want you to be a bad person. I want you to be Byrdie."

"Ok; I won't be like her. Don't be mad with me."

"I can never be mad with my Byrdie." I said giving her a hug. "In fact, tomorrow we are both taking the day off and we are going to the mall and to the movies."

"Oh boy, then we better get to sleep so tomorrow hurries up and gets here."

"Good idea." I chuckled as I reached over and turned out the lights. I didn't bother to go to my own bed. I knew that Byrdie was shaken from the incident and wanted me to stay with her in her bed.

"Night Khom; you really smell good, he mustn't use that cheap soap like other guys you sell to."

"Goodnight." I sighed wondering what ever I was going to do with Byrdie.

Chapter Four

Even though I figured that it would be the dripping shits, I agreed to see The Smurfs 2 with Byrdie. We had just finished purchasing our popcorn, candy, and drinks when we spotted Myron with a little boy who appeared around six and as eager as Byrdie to go see the Smurfs and a Teen aged boy a few years younger than me who looked as if he just couldn't be bothered. I quickly ushered Byrdie past them before she could say anything to Myron and out him in front of his kids. I could feel Myron's longing stare. I knew that my ass looked good in my Versace skinny jeans.

"You make me fucking sick!" I heard the oldest son say to Myron in disgust as he trudged away from his father and into the theater that was showing Fast and Furious Six. Obviously, he either already knew or suspected something about Daddy Dear's sexual preference.

"Why didn't you and your client speak to each other?" asked Byrdie once we were in the theater.

"Byrdie; discreet in the streets, freak in the sheets."

"Ok; you two didn't want everybody to know he bought your ass last night." Only Byrdie. I had to chuckle but remind her that we were in a theater full of kids and we could not talk about work.

 A few minutes later, Myron and his youngest son entered the theater. The little boy who had his father's sleepy eyes appeared elated at the huge bucket of popcorn and the box of Sprees. Myron sat right next to me.

I stared straight ahead at the screen, but he, once the lights were down and his son was as fixated with the computer animated blue people as Byrdie was whispered in my ear "Bathroom" He instructed his son to stay put and not talk to strangers, when he got up. I then saw him go over to the usher and point to his son before exiting the theater. I counted to fifty in my head and got up to go join him.

I had turned enough tricks in movie theater bathrooms to know that Johns always went to the bathrooms on the other side of the theater in order to hook up. Myron was no different. The minute I stepped into the bathroom he seized me by the waist and bent me over the sink.

"I have my sons with me, so we cannot have sex, but I've just got to taste you." He tugged my jeans and underwear just beneath my butt cheeks. He spread my ass with his hands and inserted his hot and wonting tongue. I gasped in ecstasy and gripped the sink as his tongue explored the region that his dick had pummeled the night before. His saliva was like a balm meant to heal the abrasions left from his savage cock slam. His tongue was almost as thick as his dick had been the night before and certainly was hell bent on probing just as deep.

"Myron.....Oh Fuck!......Myron" I screeched as I flooded the front of my boxers with cum. Only then did his tongue stop boring through what felt like the very depths of my soul.

"I've gotta get back to my son; call me." He left the bathroom before I had the chance to ask him for his number. I quickly used some paper towels and hand soap to wash my crotch in the sink. I probably should have washed my asshole too, but I wanted to prolong the sensation of his saliva in my ass. When I pulled my pants up, I realized that he had left something in my back pocket. It was a 50-dollar bill and a slip of paper with is cell phone number on it. I smiled, thinking to myself, "Damn he could have had that one for free." I tucked the money into my wallet with the money he had given me last night.

When I returned to my seat, I could tell right away that Byrdie was not happy. I tried to reach into her popcorn bucket and she snatched it away. Fine! I would let her have her little piss party. I felt too good to even let her bother me.

When the movie was over, Byrdie just wanted to go home instead of going for pizza, her favorite food. She was really warm with me but didn't say a word about it until the cab let us off at our motel.

She plopped down on her bed and began mindlessly flipping through channels. I sat down beside her and put my arms around her. To my surprise she shoved me to the floor.

"Get off me, you fucken liar!" her voice was high and shrill. This was the tone it took when she began to spiral out of control. "You said no working today, we were going to hang out and have some fun, but you turned a trick anyway,"

"Byrdie, I didn't intend to."

"Liar!" her voice pierced the air as an ashtray went crashing against the wall. Thank God she had decided not to throw it at me on the floor. When she was having one of these episodes she gained super human strength and deadly aim.

"Byrdie, you have to calm down before you get too upset and somebody calls the cops; you don't want them to put you back in the hospital?"

Byrdie turned crimson and suffered a violent shaking spell. I knew this was her method of getting a hold of herself. Tears poured from her eyes. She didn't protest when I got back onto the bed and wrapped my arms around her.

"I'm so sorry." I apologized. "I didn't mean to upset my Byrdie." Slowly she began to calm down and my peaceful, rational Byrdie began to emerge again.

"He's not a good man, Khom; he had his kids with him and he still did that with you. He couldn't even respect his kids."

"You shouldn't judge people Byrdie."

"My daddy did the same shit; he would fuck other women right in the same room that me and my sister was in. Your client left his little boy alone in the movie theater. Somebody could have hurt him. My daddy left me and my sister alone in a movie theater when I was 11 and my sister was four. He went to go fuck some whore and this man made me ...........he said he'd kill my sister if I didn't......"

"It's ok Byrdie; all of that is behind you now."

"I can tell that you like him Khom; he isn't the man you think he is. He doesn't care about his children."

"Byrdie, he did something wrong, that doesn't mean he doesn't care about his kids. Let's not talk about him anymore. I know that you have to be hungry let's order pizza and find something to watch on TV."

"I'll go place the order." she said retrieving her cell phone. I never understood why she went to the bathroom just to place an order, but that was Byrdie. The usual she called over her shoulder.

"Yea." I said anticipating the next time that I would hook up with Myron as much as the taste of cold Pepsi and Cinna sticks dripping with icing.

Chapter Five

Almost a week had passed since the episode in the movie theater restroom. Tricks came and went (figuratively and literally), but my mind was captivated by one Myron Chambers. Over the course of six days we got to know each other over long phone conversations late into the night when Byrdie and his sons were asleep.

 I learned that he was 43 (Good black don't crack!), divorced and had two sons, Maceo, 17 and Mckeen, 6. He got to spend one week a month with them plus holidays. Myron by trade was a photographer who traveled all over the globe and had had his work featured in National Geographic as well as Time magazine. He was currently between assignments and living in North Carolina to be closer to his sons.

I learned that Myron's son Maceo did not approve of his sexuality, which caused them to have a strained relationship.

In getting to know more about Myron, I secretly wished that there was more to tell him about me; at least something significant. My mother gave birth to me when she was 14. I was a trick baby whose father could have been either Arabian or Latino.

My mama once told me, “I was fucking so many spics and rag heads when I got knocked up with you ain't no telling who shot you in me. At least you got good hair and nice features out the deal."

My mama was an unapologetic whore who was all about the mighty dollar. I admired her for the fact that she did not sugar coat things when I was growing up. "I fuck and suck for a living; we live in a nice neighborhood, I drive a Lexus, and you wear designer clothes and have all the best toys. If any of those little shit kids at school try and fuck with you over what I do, look them in the eye point to what you got on and let them know that their daddies bought it."

Being a whore was pretty much all that I knew, so I spent the majority of our phone conversations listening to and admiring the life that was Myron's. I wanted to be a part of it.

Word on the street was that a guy was going around assaulting whores. He'd lure them into his car, have sex, beat them up, and push them out of his vehicle without paying. I assumed that Byrdie's had been an isolated incident, but four other whores, three female and one male, had encountered the same thing. Each thought that his or her encounter was unique until it became clear through talk on the streets that they had all been assaulted by the same guy driving a different vehicle.

Byrdie had been assaulted by a guy in a jeep, while another whore had been attacked by a guy in an Escalade, two of the victims had on separate nights been attacked by a guy in a Chrysler New Yorker. Despite different cars, the MO and description of the perpetrator was the same. All victims described a young black male between the age of 19 and 25 wearing Fendi shades and a fitted skull cap.

Whores knew that it was pointless to go to the police, so we protected each other by posting warnings to each other's cell phones through text messages to be safe and on the lookout.

I made certain that Byrdie understood to never again get into a car with a guy who doesn't have his face exposed and reminded her each time she went out to make certain that she had her mace. I had become more cautious too and did not see anyone who was not a regular. Here lately the John who was becoming the most regular was Myron.

Damn! I had broken another rule with Myron. I spent the night at his house. After hours of the most intense fucking, we were both too spent to go anywhere. I was confused when I first woke up. I was used to the hotel and looking over at Byrdie asleep in the other bed. To awake buck naked in a king-sized bed had me damn near on the verge of panic until the soothing and familiar touch of Myron's hand on my ass helped me to realize where I was. I felt his hand gently rubbing up and down the slit of my ass. I remained silent. I didn't know if he was aware that I was awake. One of his fingers, the middle one pierced the lips of my anus. He began to nibble on my right ear. I moaned to let him know that I was awake and fully ready to get fucked again. Just when he about to insert a second finger a thud in the living room interrupted our groove.

"What the fuck?!" Shrieked Myron springing from the bed and rummaging through the night stand for his gun. " Stay here." He warned me.

Before he had a chance to advance toward the bedroom door it was flung open by his son, Maceo. For a minute, I swear it looked as if Myron was contemplating shooting his drunken mess of a son. With a sigh he returned the gun to the night stand. I tried my best to cover myself.

"Oh, am I interrupting something?" He slurred.

"Maceo what are you doing here: did you drive here in this state?"

"Yes, I drove Daddy, and to your dismay, I didn't get into a crash and kill myself. I was at a party nearby, I thought it would be safer to come here than to try and drive all the way back to Durham. I didn't realize you were getting some ass play." He looked at me in disgust. "Oh, that's the whore you were drooling over in the movie theater."

"Myron, I'll go." I said collecting my clothes from the floor.

"Khom you don't have to. Maceo is going to go to his room and sleep off this drunken foolishness."

"Your name is Cum?" he looked as if he were on the verge of vomiting. "Is that your whore name or did somebody really name you that? Are you that deep in the trash barrel?"

"Enough!" said Myron smacking him across the face. "You will respect my guest."

"Your guest doesn't even respect himself. He lets men nut in him for money. I hope you have your insurance paid up dad because you're likely to die from whatever this nasty faggot is infected with."

"I said enough!" roared Myron. His second slap knocked Maceo off his feet. I was frozen by the side of the bed with one leg in my Aussie Bum boxers. I had never seen Myron angry. It wasn't a pretty sight. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down before saying, "Now son, get up, go and take a nice hot shower, then get your ass in your bed and go to sleep."

"Yes sir." Whimpered Maceo. The defiant young man he was a few minutes ago was gone. I almost felt sorry for him. Myron helped him to regain his footing, then without any further argument, Maceo, exited his father's bedroom.

"Khom, I'm so sorry for all of this."

"Don't apologize, I shouldn't have spent the night anyway." I began to put my clothes on. "I'm going to call a cab and head back to the hotel."

"Khom, please don't leave."

"I'm sorry, Myron, but I need to get home, besides, your son needs you more than I do. "

"Well at least take this." He said handing me a fist full of hundreds. "And call me the minute you get back to the hotel." He kissed me so passionately, it took every force in heaven and earth to not climb back into that bed with him.

Ishmael was a young cab driver from Pakistan that I befriended a few months back. He drove for his father's cab stand. The one thing I liked about Ishmael was that he would come and get me regardless of how far away or how late at night it was. I knew that Ishmael had a crush on me but being under the thumb of his strict Muslim father would not allow him to solicit sex from me. I caught him stealing glances at me in the back seat of his cab as he drove. He was sexy as hell, just too young and too nervous to go for what he wanted. Fuck it; I was going to break his shell once and for all.

When I caught him peaking at me again through the driver's mirror, I unzipped my jeans, took my dick out, and started stroking it until it was rock hard. His breathing became heavy.

"Ishmael, " I teased. "Hurry up and get to the hotel so we both can do something about this little situation." In under two minutes he was parked on the side of the hotel that faced a heavy wooded area. There was no chance of us being seen at that time of night if we wanted to. Everything was asleep, but our raging hormones. He climbed into the back of the cab. His cock was so hard it looked as if it would tear through his Kakis any minute.

"I cannot let you enter me and I cannot enter you, that would be unclean." He panted.

"Ishmael, shut up and suck my dick." I said pushing his head down into my lap. His warm mouth engulfed my dick like a hand in a glove. I was so damn horny, I reached between his legs, unzipped his pants and pulled his beautiful brown cock out through the zipper hole. His body shook with excitement when my mouth made contact with his hard flesh. Ishmael was a novice at cock sucking, but he was doing his best to match me blow for blow. He didn't even protest when I stuck a finger in his ass. Goddamn his hole was on fire. I was certain that I could have talked Ishmael into letting me fuck him, but I didn't want the poor thing to have too much guilt on his conscience.

He began to rapidly mumble in his native tongue while pumping my dick fiercely, causing me to explode all over the back seat of the cab.

"You, make me do like that." He moaned thrusting his dick deep into my mouth. He had become so hard; my mouth could no longer contain him. With two strokes of my hand he erupted with a scream. Three, Four, five times he skeeted pearly streams onto my shirt, the back seat of the cab and the rear window.

"Goddamn Ishmael." I said looking at the colossal mess the two of us made. "You want me to help you clean this up."

"No thanks, I'll clean it up when I get home. Thanks for making me feel good, I know that I am not as good or experienced as you but thank you for letting me do what we did."

 I could tell that he wanted to kiss me but was too scared to make a move. I leaned over and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips before exiting the cab. It wasn't until I was back in the hotel bathroom washing my crotch that I realized that I hadn't been paid for my services and he hadn't been paid for the cab ride and he'd left the meter running. Oh well, I guess the nut made us even. 

Chapter Six

I was summoned (Not invited), to my mother's home. Apparently, she'd received word from a reliable source (Byrdie), that I was head over hills in love with an older man who occupied my every waken moment. In my mother's world falling in love meant falling off your game and I was more than certain that this visit was to surmise whether or not my eye was off the ball.

My mother's home was the epitome of excessiveness. It was over -cleaned, over decorated and everything in it right down to the toilet paper was super extravagant and expensive.

My mother's fashion sense much like her home was excessive. She was only five feet five and seemed weighted down by the voluminous amount of extensions added to her naturally long hair. Bracelets clanged on each arm up to her elbow, each finger had a ring one more sparkly and expensive than the next, her neck was always adorned with either gold or diamonds, and her fingernails were ridiculously long and painted in a garish acrylic design. She never greeted guests without wearing an expensive pair of sunglasses (indoors). Everything she owned was over the top, but she earned it and wasn't ashamed to tell the Pope himself how she acquired all of it.

"Look at you decked all out in Yves St Laurent." She said admiring my suit. "Nothing wrong with nice clothes, but baby you are grown and it is high time that you get yourself a car and a nice apartment or condo. That is unless you intend to move in with this man you've been seeing." Damn she wasted no time. I shifted nervously on the couch. I never spoke to anybody, not even Byrdie about how I felt about Myron. It was actually hard to put into words what I felt. On one hand he was a client who paid very well, but on the other hand, I wouldn't have minded having sex with him without money exchanging hands. I knew damn good and well never to let those sentiments escape my mouth around my mother. In her world, free sex was an unforgivable sin.

"Mom, Myron is just a client that I enjoy spending time with. He's different from the other men I work with."

"What's different; he has a dick and he pays you to fuck, right?"

"Yeah, but it's more than that; I cannot explain it."

"Baby please don't let whatever sweet nothings this man is whispering in your ear make you lose sight of the fact that being a whore is all you know and what you do best. Don't let nobody change you unless you want to change."

"Mom, it ain't even that serious." Or was it? I will admit that there had been a couple of times that I envisioned Myron asking me to give up the life, move in with him and live happily ever after, then I'd remember how much I enjoyed making money and bringing pleasure to men of all walks of life.

"So, tell me all about this different man."

"His name is Myron, he's a photographer, he's 43, divorced and has two sons; ones around my age and a real dick. Speaking of dick, he's got a really big one and God the things he can do with it. I've never had a man make me cry in bed before; he was just in me so deep and hitting me right, it just felt so good all I could do was break out in tears, and then he held me afterwards______"

"Boy, you sound like a 13- year -old bitch in love with the captain of the football team." She laughed. "He held me afterward." She teased. "You are getting dick whipped like a mother fucker and soon it is going to affect your business. Pretty soon you're gonna be all in love with this mother fucker and you're not gonna want to fuck with nobody else, even for money. You've got to pull away Khom before you get in too deep, especially if he doesn’t feel the same way for you."

"I know he cares about me, Mom."

"Has he asked you to quit being a ho and move in with him?"

"Well, no."

"He doesn't feel the same way about you then Khom; no man that loves you is going to want you fucking other mother fuckers for money, and he isn't going to want to pay you for sex. This man sounds like a romantic, but he's not trying to be anything more than a client who fucks you good."

Damn! Mama always had a way of putting shit into clear perspective. I had to get my shit together. Most importantly, I needed to hear from Myron's own mouth exactly where we stood.

In spite of my mother's words of wisdom, I spent another night in Myron's bed letting him do things to my body that damn near had me jumping out of my skin with ecstasy. What's more, I hadn't had the important talk with him. After two very intense fuck sessions I fell fast asleep in his bed. I'm not certain what time I woke up, but it was still dark outside. Myron wasn't beside me in bed. I could see the light from the living room shining from beneath the bedroom door. I figured Myron couldn't sleep and decided to get up and watch television. I decided to join him; maybe have the conversation with him that I was desperate to have.

As I entered the living room, I could see through the dimmed light Myron naked on the couch, his head thrown back in complete ecstasy as his body convulsed from the actions of the naked young man kneeling before him,

My heart nearly jumped into my throat when the boy lifted his head from between Myron's legs and turned, annoyed in my direction.

HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK! IT WAS MACEO, MYRON'S SON!

Precum dripped from the corners of his mouth and his eyes narrowed to slits causing him to appear reptilian as he hissed at me and said, "Get the fuck out of here while I'm sucking my Daddy's dick!"

I bolted from the living room back into the bedroom to retrieve my stuff. I was getting the fuck out of there for good. As I was getting dressed I heard Maceo's desperate plea to his father, "No Daddy, just let him go; let's finish!"

Myron came bursting through the bedroom door, still naked, his semi erect cock dripping with his son's saliva.

"Khom, you don't have to leave."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I guffawed. "I'm a whore, but I'm not into shit like that! That's your goddamn son!"

"And it has nothing to do with what goes on between us."

"Just let him go Daddy." Said Maceo appearing in the door way. He'd at least put on a pair of joggers, though it didn't serve to make the situation any less awkward. "You don't need him, you have me."

"Maceo please!" said an annoyed Myron as he shut the door and locked it

"Daddy Fuck you!!!" screamed Maceo as he went stomping away from the door.

"I want no part of this fuckery, please unlock the door so I can go. "

"Go where; back to that hotel, back to slinging ass to multiple mother fuckers? I'm offering you a good life with me, Khom. What goes on between me and my son does not have to affect our relationship, hell we can make it a happy trio, if you'd just open your mind."

"I cannot believe I'm even hearing this sick shit." I said as I rolled my eyes in utter disgust and frustration. "I don't want any part of this. Not even the slightest bit of what you are doing with your son is right."

"Don't you dare look down your goddamn nose at me you fucken gutter slut!" He roared. "Yea I'm fucking my son who is a grown ass consenting adult, and you pedal your cute little ass to the highest bidder; you are no fucken better than I am."

"I'm not going to even have this argument, Myron. Some things are just deal breakers. It was fun while it lasted but I don't want to see you anymore, not even for money."

"Fine." He snorted. "Your ass was way overpriced anyway."

I couldn't get that bedroom door opened fast enough. I bolted out of the house. I finally let the tears fall after I had ran several blocks away.

So, this was what I got for daring to fall in love? My heart ached so bad I thought that it would burst out of my chest.

"Your ass was way overpriced anyway." I was certain that Myron said that to save face, but it hurt all the same coming from him. Oh God Myron why couldn't you have been my knight in shiny armor? 

Chapter Seven

I was walking, taking in the scenery, and letting the tears fall when my cell phone rang. I was about to hit ignore when I saw Ishmael’s number flash across the screen.

"Hello"

"Hello Khom… I have some money.... I've never done anything like .... I really like you ...what I'm trying to say is ________"

"Ishmael, do you wanna fuck?" I interrupted.

"Yes" he said sounding relieved that he did not have to come right out and say it. "Where are you?"

"I'm walking. I'm on High street near the stop sign."

"Stay there; I’ll be through to get you in about three minutes."

I didn't give a fuck!

Yea I was about to do this shit mainly because my mind was fucked up from what had transpired with Myron, but I didn't give a fuck.

 Ishmael’s people were on vacation, which was the only reason he even had the nerve to invite me up to his little apartment over his parent's garage.

"I want you so bad, but I may not be very good because I've never done this before. Not with another man."

I didn't give a fuck

I reached out and pulled down his gray joggers allowing his big brown cock to spring forward. I dropped to my knees and began to suck it. His balls emitted a strong musk as if he probably could have used a shower, but I didn't give a fuck. I wanted to suck him long and deep until I couldn't see Myron. When sucking didn't do it, I pushed him onto the edge of the bed and like a mad man tore off his shoes and cast them aside and then peeled his joggers completely off his body. I raised his legs up across my shoulder. I opened his asshole and spat inside it once, twice, three times. I didn't even have a rubber, but I didn't give a fuck. I crammed all of me into him, not taking into account that a virgin asshole should not be handled in such a rough manner.

I didn't give a fuck!

I slammed in and out of him with such ferocity he scooted further and further onto the king-sized bed with every thrust. He began to cry and speak rapidly in his native language. He was probably calling me every nigger and mother fucker under the sun, but I didn't give a fuck. This didn't have shit to do with Ishmael and everything to do with me trying to fuck away the pain that Myron had caused me. I shrieked like a banshee as I snatched my blood and spit-soaked cock from his abused hole and sprayed his body with cum. My cum; Khom's cum.

"My turn to do that to you" He panted pushing me onto my back. Ishmael had a raging erection. Why he hadn't busted from my rough dicking is beyond me. Mimicking what I had done earlier he spat into my asshole then jammed his huge head full on into me. I was still sore form fucking Myron hours earlier. I bucked from the pain of his entry. Ishmael was a novice at this for sure. Poor thing barely got eight good strokes in before he started to unload right inside me. Usually I'd be alarmed at having a guy cum inside me, but I didn't give a fuck.

"I'm sorry." He panted. " I wanted you so bad, but I've never done this before."

"It's alright Ishmael."

What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was Ishmael’s beautiful brown eyes starting to make me feel all warm and fuzzy. I surprised both him and myself by wrapping my arms around him and kissing him passionately. It starting as just a little throb, but then Ishmael’s dick got hard again. Without even asking he entered me again.

 I didn't give a fuck.

"Slowly baby." I coached him. "Do it nice and slow just like that."

"You feel so good to me Khom. Am I making you feel good?"

"Yes, just keep doing what you're doing." I raise my legs above my head so that he could go deeper. For the first time that night, my mind wasn't on Myron (I didn't give a fuck) This beautiful man wanted to please my body and I intended to let him. Every kiss and every thrust awakened a fire in me. I didn't just want to feel him; I wanted to taste him."

"Ishmael, I want you to cum in my mouth." I panted as I felt his climax build.

"You'll let me do that?"

"Now, baby; in my mouth!"

His juices flew into my mouth in four long spurts. I savored the hot salty goodness.

"I want to taste yours too." He said. My dick still had his blood on it, but he didn't give a fuck. He sucked me until I erupted with a rebel yell inside his hot, wet mouth.

"Goddamn." I shrieked. "That was too fucken hot."

"Was I really good?" he asked.

"For a first timer; hell yeah."

"I want so much to be your boyfriend, but my family would disown me for doing this."

"I understand."

"I don't know when I'll be able to do this with you again, but I will figure something out."

"If you want it bad enough you will." I teased.

"That is so true." He laughed. Then seriously, "I thought I would feel guilty or ashamed, but I don't"

"And you shouldn't."

"I think I'm in love with you Khom __________"

"Let's take that slow." I said. "Don't confuse the pleasure of a good nut with true love. I made that mistake not very long ago."

Just as he was about to respond the phone rang. I was about to hit ignore when I saw that it was Byrdie. It was four in the morning, so if Byrdie was still awake there had to be a problem.

"Byrdie?"

"Khom, you need to get to the hotel now." Her voice sounded nervous and agitated.

"Byrdie, what's wrong?"

Before she could answer, Maceo's sick demented ass wheezed into the phone, "You should have let me finish sucking my Daddy's dick." Then there was just a dial tone.

"Ishmael, I need to get to the motel, quick!" I put no particular care into how I threw my clothes on.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked

"Yes, "my eyes began to fill with tears. "Something is very fucking wrong"

Police cars and an ambulance were outside of the hotel. My heart was in my throat. Dear god let Byrdie be ok!!

I bolted from the cab only to be seized by one of the officers.

"We cannot let you in there; it's a crime scene. Someone has been killed."

I immediately burst into tears again. Oh God, poor Byrdie.

"Wait do you know the victim?" He asked. I simply nodded my head. "Look buddy I know this is hard but we found no ID and maybe you can tell us who this is." He guided me over to the gurney that was waiting to be loaded into the hearse. The sheet covering the body was soaked in blood, but I could tell right away that the body beneath it was too tall to be Byrdie.

"It's not Byrdie!!" I shrieked in relief.

"No, Byrdie's in the ambulance, she needs to go to the hospital. This sick fuck raped her then tried to kill her, but he had no idea what kind of hell cat he was dealing with. She sliced him from his ass to his appetite. "

"His name is Maceo. I know his father." I gave the officer Myron's phone number, then after much pleading, was allowed to ride with Byrdie in the ambulance.

"Hi Khom" she said delighted to see me.

"I'm just glad you're alive."  I was once again reduced to tears.

"Stop being such a cry baby, I was beast fucked, sliced a mother fucker to death and will probably go to jail, and I haven't shed a tear."

Chapter Eight

Arm pits, asshole, crotch, and face

 I counted my money and made my way back to the hotel. I was done for the day.

The room was not the same without Byrdie. She wasn't sent to prison for what was clearly self -defense, but authorities felt that her rape proved that a person with limited mental capacity should not be left to fend for herself on the streets, especially if prostitution was their only means of survival. They placed her in a nice group home. I go and see her a couple of times a week and bring her junk food, makeup and clothes. We laugh and talk about the good times we spent together. Byrdie refuses to talk about the night she killed Maceo and I respect it.

I learned through a tearful call from Myron that police suspected that Maceo was the one responsible for the violent acts perpetrated against prostitutes in the city. Their suspicion was more than likely true since no whores have been attacked in the nearly four months since Maceo was killed. As far as me and Myron; that's a dead issue. I used to love him, now I don't.

"You in for the night?" asked Ishmael.

"Yeah baby." I said climbing into bed and snuggling up to him.

"Do I please you when we do it?" He asked,

"Yeah." I said without hesitation. That was no lie. In a very short span of time he had become an expert at fucking me.

"I don't want to sound like a jealous boyfriend, but I cannot stand no more the thought of other men doing it to you."

"What I do with them is work. I have zero feeling for them."

"And for me; what do you feel?"

"Ishmael, I care a lot about you."

"But I love you, and I am willing to lose my family, my faith, whatever to be with you Khom. Please give up prostituting and just be with me. You will want for nothing: money, love, and least of all this." He pulled back the covers exposing his pulsating hard on. Goddamn it looked bigger than the last time we did it, which was earlier in the day.

"Damn baby." I said reaching over to stroke it. To my surprise he stopped me

"You can have it when you are sure it's the only one you want." He got out of bed and began to dress.

"Oh, so it's like that Ishmael; really?"

"Just like that. I’m willing to give up a lot to give all this to you; not just my big dick, but my big heart."

As bad as I wanted to beg him not to walk out, my pride would not let me. I loved being a whore. I loved making my own money on my own terms and I had zero desire to give that up, not even for a wonderful guy like Ishmael.

His shirt did a poor job of disguising the fact that he was as hard as steel. I wanted him to fuck me so bad, but I couldn't bend, not if it meant losing what was important to me. We said nothing to each other as he gathered his things and walked out the door.

The moment his cab pulled out of the lobby I let the tears fall. Damn Ishmael, we were damn near perfect together.

I was still up around one in the morning trying to enjoy TV when my phone rang. It was Ishmael.

"Hello"

"Khom, I cannot sleep, all I can think about is being inside you and having you inside me. I know what I said earlier, but________”

"Ishmael do you wanna come fuck"

"Please can I?"

"I ought to charge your punk ass for walking out on me" I teased.

"The way I'm going to put it on you, you might be paying me."

We both laughed before exchanging apologies and I love yous.

Wow, to lose love and get it back in a matter of hours; bananas right. It didn't matter, I knew that I loved Ishmael and I knew that he loved me. I wouldn't be giving up whoring and he wouldn't be giving up me.

Armpits, asshole, crotch and face

 A sprits of cologne and a swish of Scope. I wanted to be fresh when my baby arrived. I had just finished up when I heard his knock on the door. I answered it bare buck ass naked. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to the bed all the while planting kissing on my face and neck. He tore off his clothes like the depraved beast he had become. Foreplay wasn't even in the equation; this was all about ass splitting gut pounding fucking.

"Say you love me." He ordered as he put himself deep inside me. "Say it"

"I-I-I-I-I-I L-L-L-Love You." I stammered as his dick pushed its way to my very soul. "I love only you Ishmael; write your name on it baby."

I opened my legs wider so that he could go deep, deeper .... Goddamn deeper! No matter who I fucked tomorrow, this beautiful man had my heart.

"Oh Ishmael.....Oh shit.... Ishmael..........."

The End