The Descent Begins

Somehow her blouse had come undone. She never really knew if she had unbuttoned it, or if he had, or if the buttons had just surrendered to their rutting bodies. No matter. It felt constricting, and she ripped it back off her shoulders Her bra quickly followed. He stepped back, smirking as she pulled the garments off and dropped them to the floor. She gave a small moan and moved back against him with her breasts bare, her nipples throbbing against the rough material of his shirt.

Without releasing her, he managed to get the door open and pushed her inside, kicking her blouse in behind her. Betty stumbled, half-blinded with lust. She caught a quick impression of a dingy, dank smelling room, and then he pushed her again, shoving her face down onto the bed.

He took her like that, from behind, her skirt rucked up around her waist, her naked upper body pressed down into the bed. His cock rammed deep into her and she began to cum almost immediately, screaming and rolling her hips back to meet him. He knotted one hand in her hair, using it like reins to pull her back on his raging cock, slamming his hips into her. The sound of his abdomen slapping against her ass as he fucked her, the feel of his flesh against hers, and the violent stroking of his rod in her sheath drove all rational thought from her. Her world shrank to her cunt and his cock as she screamed her throat raw until, after what seemed like hours, but was really only minutes, he drove his dick deep into her hole. His body strained, she could feel him trembling with the tension until his cock erupted inside her, and she screamed anew as he pumped his seed into her.

Neither moved for several long minutes. Then, he raised himself up on his arms. "Shit," he said. She moaned as he dragged his now softened cock from her ravaged hole. His cum, mixed with her juices, bubbled out of her, drenching the bed between her legs. He stood up and staggered back, collapsing into an overstuffed easy chair between the two windows that looked out on the street. Betty's body twitched, shivering as she came down from her sexual high. Slowly, thought returned to her.

"Oh god. So good. God, that was good." She didn't realize she had spoken out loud. The man smiled.

"Get up," he said.

Betty groaned. For a moment she didn't move, then she rolled over, looking at him. He sat in the chair, naked from the waist down, his depleted penis laying against one thigh, glistening with their combined juices.

"Come here," he said.

She stood, swaying, her legs feeling weak and heavy. He made an impatient motion with his hands, and she moved forward, stumbling more than walking across the room to him.

"Clean me."

Mouth open, Betty stared at him, trying to make her brain work. Clean him? She looked at his cock. It was gooey and sticky looking, oozing against his thigh. Yes. Clean him. Her eyes never left his dick as she undid her skirt and then knelt, naked, between his legs. A little noise rose from her throat as she leaned over his crotch. He drew his breath in sharply and threw his head back at the first touch of her tongue on his sensitive member. His hands went to her head, guiding her as her tongue licked his soft cock. She felt cheap and dirty as she slavishly licked the residue of their fuck from his dick. Cheap and dirty, and incredibly aroused.

It didn't take long for her cleansing tongue to bring a reaction in him. Her heart began to pound as she felt his prick stirring beneath her tongue. Her oral muscle slipped around and under his cock head, lifting it so her lips could envelope it, and she cooed softly as she began to suck him. With his rapidly hardening cock in her mouth she looked up at him, her lust flaring anew at the look of lustful contempt in his eyes. That's the way a man looks at a whore, she thought, and her cheeks sank in around him, her head bobbing in his crotch.

He let her mouth bring him to full erection, then he reached down, again knotting his fingers in her hair, using it to drag her mouth off his cock. A long, thin string of cock drool and saliva connected her lips to his sex for a moment before it broke away, dropping down over her breasts. He pulled her up and over his knees. She went willingly, knowing what he was going to do, and wanting it. Arranging herself over his laps like a naughty school girl, her bare ass gleaming up at him. He hit it, open palmed and hard. And she squealed. He hit it again, and again. She screamed and wailed, flailing her arms about, squirming on his lap like a fish out of water. But she made no attempt to escape as he spanked her, as her ass flesh turned red and her sex drenched his thighs and his cock reared up beneath her belly.

Finally, with her ass on fire, he stood up, dumping her onto the floor. She fell on her back crying out in pain as she landed on her bruised buttocks and quickly rolled over onto her belly. Once more her hair became the man's handle as he roughly pulled her up and half-dragged, half-pushed her up onto the bed.. He held her down with his body while he moved his hands over her, pinching her flesh, twisting and squeezing with his vice-like fingers. She made no protest at his mauling of her body, only sobbed in pain and rising passion as he dug his nails into her nipples and leaned down to sink his teeth into her tender breasts. Holding her nipples, he pulled her tits out from her body, stretching them into elongated cones, almost lifting her off the bed by the aching nubs.

Biting at her neck and shoulders, he slipped his hand down between her legs, slipping his fingers into her snatch, still dripping with his cum. Two fingers, then three. Betty arched her hips up and he drove a fourth finger into her. Panting, she stared down at her crotch, at his hand disappearing into her.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Your hand. Jesus. Your whole hand is... in me...fucking me."

And then she screamed, her back arching until he was sure it would snap, as an incredible orgasm slammed through her body, shaking her from her toes to the top of her head. She must have passed out for a moment, because when next she was aware of anything, he was kneeling over her, straddling her head, his knees holding her arms down as he pushed his cock into her mouth. She lifted her head to welcome his entry, then sucked madly as he fucked her mouth. She could see nothing but his belly advancing and retreating before her eyes, could feel nothing but his cock filling her mouth, his balls whipping her chin. Time became meaningless. She sucked, the sounds of her mouth on his cock mixing with his panting, her tongue cradling his swollen rod. Then his thick penis seemed to swell even more inside her mouth, until she thought her jaws would break. His cock erupted, shooting his semen into her throat. She gulped it down, every swallow sending a shock of delight through her as she felt it slide down her throat and burn into her belly. Even when his ejaculations had slowed, when he had collapsed over her, her lips continued to nurse on his dick, sucking his balls dry until he took it from her. She gazed up at him, her eyes glassy, a little trickle of semen running from one corner of her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, and the little trickle disappeared. A little purring sound escaped her, and she drifted off to sleep.

The room was almost dark when she awoke, lit only by the light filtering in through the windows. She sensed instantly that she was alone. She sat up, swinging her legs off the bed and staring around her in the half-darkness. The only sounds were from outside, drifting up from the street. Betty stood up, taking a couple of deep breaths as she stumbled on rubbery legs to the light switch. To say that the room was flooded with light would be an exaggeration, but even the dim, unshielded overhead bulb hurt her eyes and it took a moment for her to adjust. Her skirt and blouse lay on the floor. One shoe was in a corner of the room, the other next to the bed. God knew where her bra was. Her purse, which she vaguely remembered dropping when the man had pushed her into the room, was on the dresser, open. Oh no, she thought. Did he take my money? She had had a little over a hundred dollars in there.

Quickly, wrenching at the pain the sudden movement caused in her abused body, she crossed the room and rummaged through her purse, giving a sigh of relief when she found all the money there. Then she saw a note next to her purse. She picked it up, tilting it to the light to read it.

"We will meet again, Betty," it said. He had signed it, "Mr. Harris."

She realized then that he had probably opened her purse to get her driver's license, to get her address. So now he knew who she was and where she lived. She shivered, both afraid and anxious to meet him again.

Her entire body ached, but it was a good ache, like the pain he... Mr. Harris... had given her. She shook her head, looking at herself in the scratched, dirty mirror over the dresser, running a finger over the little bruises she could see, the bruises he had left. Her buttocks still burned from the spanking, and she could feel his seed running down her legs. A little shiver ran over her. She felt shame, she decided, but it was an almost exciting kind of shame. She had given herself to a man whose name, at the time, she didn't even know. Done things with him that she had never done for any man before. And she knew, if he returned, right now, right here, she would do them all again.

"Slut," she told her reflection, and her reflection smiled in agreement.

She went into the bathroom. It stank, even worse than the room itself. Clean enough to pass the cursory health inspections a place like this would get, she supposed. The thought gave her a perverse joy, and after she had peed she sat on the dingy commode and masturbated, reliving the entire episode. In her mental reenactment the room was even dirtier.

For a moment she contemplated taking a shower, then decided that she rather liked the soiled feeling of her body. The mingled juices of herself and Mr. Harris drying on her thighs and her pubes was lewdly pleasant. She felt that she smelled like a whore, and she rather liked the feeling.

A few minutes later, wearing only skirt, blouse and shoes, she left the room. The desk clerk looked up at her as she crossed the little lobby, but she didn't return his look, wanting now only to get down the stairs, find a cab, and get home. She was halfway to the stairway when the clerk yelled at her. She turned toward him in time to see him disappear from the window. A door to the right of the window banged open, slamming against the wall, and he came out snarling.

Betty, frightened, took a step back, unfortunately away from the stairway, not toward it. The black man caught her easily, grabbing her wrist and twisting it.

"Where the fuck you think you're going, bitch?" he growled. "You think you can stiff me?"

"Wha...what do you...I haven't..."

"Don't try to shit me, 'ho, " he said, and slapped her, knocking her to the floor. "You goddamned sluts think you can bring a john up here and not pay me my cut?"

Betty stared up at him in shock, her hand raised up to her stinging cheek. God. The man thinks I'm a whore!

"No. You're... I'm not a... a prostitute."

"Oh yeah?" he snapped. " You come up here with a guy, let him knock you around, then he leaves without you. Who you think you're shittin' bitch?"

He bent down, snatching up her purse where she had dropped it in her fall, upending it on the floor. He used the toe of his shoe to scatter the items, then bent down again to pick up her wallet. Scooping out the money he counted it quickly.

"Only a hundred bucks? Shit, you're a cheap one, ain't ya? It ain't much, but for tryin' to stiff me, I'll take it all. That'll teach you not to fuck with a poor black boy."

He laughed and turned away, back to the door through which he had come. Betty lunged after him, tripping and sprawling on the floor at his feet.

"Please," she cried, "don't take it all. Please. I need... at least leave me cab fare."

The man turned back, a sudden calculating sparkle in his eyes. "How much you need for that cab fare?"

Betty thought quickly. "Twenty dollars. Please."

He laughed, moving back to stand over her. "Tell you what, Missy. I'm a reasonable guy. It's a little steep for a whore like you, but I'll give you twenty for a blow job."

A little whimper came from Betty. Tears ran down her cheeks. But she also felt a tingling in her loins. A flush grew in her face, and she rose up onto her hands and knees. Like a bitch, she thought. The man grinned down at her. She nodded, and he laughed again, dropping a twenty onto the floor.

"Take your clothes off," he said.

Why, she thought. I don't have to be naked to give him head, do I?

But he was the customer. She was just merchandise. The customer is always right. She slipped quickly out of the skirt and blouse, not even getting off her knees. The second time today she had stripped for a man. His cock was out, and she shuffled forward, taking it in her mouth, her body beginning to quiver. She looked up at him as the spongy head of his cock slipped between her lips, the look of contempt on his face arousing a masochistic lust within her.

God. I'm so hot, so wet. How can I be so dirty, to enjoy this. Sucking off a strange black man. Kneeling like the whore he thinks I am. Even a whore wouldn't be as hot as I am now. I want to suck him. I want him to cum in my mouth.

He reached down, putting his hands on her head as he began to move his hips, driving his cock deeper into her mouth. She felt the head slide into her throat and she swallowed instinctively around it, thrilling to the feel. A low, whining sound rose from her lips around the seal of her red lips on his black rod. Inside her mouth, her tongue struggled against the weight of his cock, feeling the veins, squeezing it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, caressing it as it fucked in and out between her lips. The backward motion of his dick pulled a mixture of saliva and cock drool out with it, drenching her chin and dripping down onto her breasts, forming a froth around the juncture of lips and cock, adding to the sloppy sounds of her sucking. Her hands went around his waist, cupping his buttocks, coaxing him deeper on his forward lunges, choking herself on cock, gorging on dick.

He began to pant above her, his hands tightening on her bobbing head. One final thrust, deep into her throat, and his body quivered against her face as he emptied his balls into her belly. She clung to him, gulping. One, two, three spurts, then he pulled back, his cock head resting on her tongue while he shot two more spurts of semen, before dragging his spent member from her lips.

Betty tilted her head back, mouth open, showing him her mouthful of his juice, before swallowing it in obvious pleasure. A long, thick string of cum still connected her lips to his cock until he stepped back, and it broke down over her tits.

The clerk, panting, pulled his pants up. Betty stared blankly up at him as he zipped up, little ripples running over her body, a trickle of semen running from a corner of her mouth. With his toe, he gave the twenty dollar bill on the floor a little shove toward her.

"You give good head for such a cheap whore. Now get your white ass out of here. And don't forger my cut the next time you bring a john up here. I usually charge a percentage, but after you tried to stiff me...from now on you give me fifty every time. I don't give a shit what you charge, I get fifty."

With that, he turned and walked back into the desk clerk's cage, leaving Betty still kneeling on the floor. The sound of him slamming the door roused her. She shook herself then, conscious of his eyes on her from the grilled window, she crawled naked around the floor to retrieve the items he had spilled from her purse. Only when she had put them all back did she stand up and dress. She glanced toward the window after she was dressed, but the man wasn't visible.

She turned and walked down the stairs, still a little dazed from blowing him. The second man I blew today, she thought. It's strange. I didn't cum from blowing him, but the feeling when he came was almost as good as an orgasm. God. What is happening to me?