Southern Hospitality

By Take Notice

Published on Feb 14, 2012

Gay

I sat on the bench, cum leaking out of my pussy, watching as the car approached. I tried to get it out of my head that some of the frat guys from school had just spotted me whoring myself on the street. The car pulled up and, as it turned out, it was a station wagon. I stood from the bench, and walked over to see a fat black man in an old ripped wife beater. I could smell him from the window. I looked in the back which was packed with garbage and what looked like a cot-shaped cushion. I think he was living in his car. He grinned over crooked teeth "How much good lookin?"

Now, I was horny, but the thought of putting out for some guy who lived out of his car was a little much. I saw Louie running across the street awkwardly. He stepped up behind me, putting his hand on my ass, his ring finger playing with my wet asshole. "How you doin Marv?" The black guy in the car gave him a quick handshake, spit out the driver side window, then looked at me, staring at the bra I was wearing.

"I'm doin alright. Just trollin for some pussy. How much you want for her?"

I shifted uncomfortably, thinking, there's no way this guy's gonna have enough. Louie didn't seem so pessimistic. He responded "Depends. How much you got and how long you want her."

The guy spit out the window again and said "All I got is nine dollars." I laughed, and the guy looked at me annoyed.

Louie responded, "Don't worry about her, bitch thinks she's worth something. Yeah, you can take her for a half hour. She give's good head but make sure you get a piece of her ass if you really want to see her go gaga. Just drop her off back here when you're done." I couldn't believe it. Nine dollars? Louie could tell I was being hesitant.

The guy looked at me and just said, "Get the fuck in here hooker." I looked down at the pavement, and got into the passenger seat. As I did, a white BMW passed slowly.

Louie leaned in through the window, handed me the camera, and said "Don't look so glum bitch, nigga's got a nice big cock for you." This cheered me up a bit as the guy stepped on the gas. He drove about two blocks before pulling into a dark alley. I sat uncomfortably, not sure what to do.

The man got out of the car and opened up the back door. "Get over here bitch." I got out and followed him to his side of the car. He pointed at the dirty cot in the back of his wagon. It looked like it already had some cumstains on it, and as I climbed in onto it, I could smell the strong smell of sweat and piss. "Home sweet home." The man laughed before he dropped his pants. Then he climbed into the car after me, his pants around his ankles, and pulled the car door shut. I had just finished setting up the camera when he rolled me onto my back and started rubbing me under my bra. He reeked, like he hadn't showered in days. I could feel his grubby hands pulling my thong to the side. He didn't even bother pulling them down before I felt something fat pressing up against my pussy.

Louie was right, he did have a big cock, and he knew it. As I started moaning in response to his deep humps he was talking into my ear, "Fucking whore, looking down on me? You looking down on me now?" As he said this, he dug his cock extra deep.

I moaned in response "No daddy. All I want is your dick." I was clenching his dick with my ass muscles as he roughly pounded me in the back of his station wagon.

He continued to talk shit, "fuck, how many loads have you taken tonight whore?" I could hear his cock slapping loudly in and out of my ass. "Louie and his boys must have really did a number on you." He pulled his cock loose from my pussy and climbed forward and started humping my face. I could taste cum on his cock, probably the cum from Louie and his friends who had fucked me only an hour earlier. I gobbled his cock, now realizing it was massive. It must have been 12 inches, and it was as fat as the Sheriff's cock was. He had no problem shoving it down my throat. "Yea? Bitch?. Take? That? Cock?" I couldn't believe this monster was just in my ass. I really must have gotten stretched out at Louie's. "Fuck bitch, you're better than every whore out on that street. I ain't never fit this whole thing in someone's mouth before." He was thrusting in and out, my nose smashing into his rank smelling pubes. Cum dribbled out of my ass onto the cushion below me as he started moaning "Here it comes bitch get ready. You want Marv's load?" He smashed his belly against my face, shoving his cock as far down my throat as it would go.

I was disappointed. A part of me wished I could have tasted his load, but the man's excitement at being deep throated for the first time won out, and he shot it down my esophagus. I drank faithfully until it slowed. He leaned back against the back of the station wagon, his pants still around his legs. He didn't bother pulling them up when he reached in and grabbed a joint. He lit it up. I lay there naked as he blew smoke over me. "We got five more minutes bitch. Anything else you want to do?" he handed me the joint and I took a long drag.

I was still fucking horny so I said, "Well I could lick your asshole." He looked at me with a twisted face. "Or I could drink your piss."

He just smiled and said "Come here bitch." I crawled over to him and he blew smoke over me as I took his soft cock into my mouth. He smoked his joint as he emptied his bladder into me. When his stream slowed I looked up at him. He ashed his joint, letting the ashes fall onto my cum-soaked face, before roughly sitting up, pushing me to the side. He crawled forward, opened the side door and stepped out. He tugged his pants back around his waste and got into the driver seat. I was still laying in the pool of cum on the cushion when he turned around and said, "Get out bitch, I gotta go."

I was used to this treatment at this point. I wiggled my ass down the cushion toward the door. I stood up, tugged the thong out of my dripping ass crack and started walking. I knew I was only a couple blocks away from where Louie had met me. I didn't even really worry as I walked down a dark sketchy street in a bra and panties, soaked in cum. I could feel the cum sliding down my legs, but didn't bother cleaning it up. As weird as it sounded, the feeling of having a constant stream of cum coming out of my asshole began to feel normal.

I rounded the corner to see Louie, who smiled when he saw me. I walked up and he said "What'd I say about that cock?"

I laughed, "Yeah you were right. It felt good." I was actually having a good time. "What's next?"

"Sorry bitch I'm about to head home." I panicked at the thought of being left here with no ride home. Then I thought to myself, it probably wouldn't be hard to get someone to give me a ride home if I let them fuck me.

"So you brought me out here to earn 9 dollars?" I was confused.

"Hell no bitch." He pointed at a white BMW off in the distance. "That guy paid me 200 dollars to have you for the rest of the night." I looked over confused. "I told the guy you were already with a customer but he said he'd wait." He handed me my backpack with the camera in it. "Tell Andrew his bud's in the inside pocket. Sucker. Your next lay alone is worth twice the amount of weed I gave him." Louie was laughing as he walked off "You did good work bitch. I'll see you around. We can do this again when your roommate runs out of weed." I realized he was probably right, and turned around looking at the white BMW.

As I walked toward it, I wondered once again what was about to happen. Could I really trust this guy to take me home? I don't even know if Louie knows him. Probably not. I couldn't really imagine Louie turning down 200 dollars for my safety. Still, I just got fucked by a guy in the station wagon he lives in. A guy driving a BMW was a blessing if anything. As I approached the car, I realized the other whores were eying me jealously. Obviously, it's not every day that a BMW pulls up to buy a girl for the night. I again felt a bizarre feeling of pride. I started to sway my hips as I approached the car.

When I got there, I saw an overweight italian man, who was pretty hairy. He looked almost like Tony from the Sopranos. He was wearing a nice suit and had a nice watch on. He wore a fat championship ring on his wedding finger. I leaned into the window and stuck my ass out suggestively as I flirted with him. "Hi daddy, so I hear we're going to be spending the night together." I ran my hand up his suit sleeve.

He gripped the steering wheel, looking uncomfortable and just said "Get in."

I started to feel a little stupid for acting so slutty and walked around, blinded by the headlights, to the passenger door. I opened it and got in. The guy looked at my legs, which were dripping in cum (as usual) and said "Hold on," then reached in the back seat for a towel, which he draped over the leather. I sat on it, embarrassed. The car pulled away and in a few minutes we were on the highway driving out of town. The clock on the dashboard said 3 AM. I realized Andrew would be expecting me home in 5 hours.

The highway was empty, and in the background ambient talk radio played quietly. The car was spotless. I looked over to see if I could see the silhouette of a cock under the thin suit material, but the car was too dark to see anything. I could feel my asshole twitching so I reached over and started rubbing the inside of his thigh. He looked at me, taking his eyes of the road for a second, and said "You don't know who I am do you?"

I immediately stopped rubbing his leg. For the first time since I flirted with him at his window, I spoke. "Umm? No. Have we met?" I looked at him trying to place his face. I did kind of recognize him. "You weren't at the rest stop were you?"

He looked at me and shook his head, stating shortly, "No Kyle, I wasn't at the rest stop. What happened at the rest stop?"

I started getting nervous. How did he know my name? "Where are we going." It suddenly occurred to me that it was probably not good to be heading this far out of town. "I think we should go back." Then it dawned on me where I recognized him from. My dad used to be his boss, for over ten years, until a few years back when they had a falling out resulting in him leaving the company. "Mr. Caridino." As I said it, I realized how fucked I was.

Despite all the online video footage of me descending into the life of a cumslut, I at least thought I was safe from my parents knowing. I figured my friends were bound to find out, given that Nick Catrocilo, one of my friend's older brother, had fucked me and pretty much told me he was going to tell his little brother. Now, by some sick twist of fate, my dad's ex-coworker had come across me in Alabama, standing in a bra and panties on the street, being pimped out by a 250 lb black cafeteria worker. "You got it." I wondered what he was going to do with me. Call my parents? I couldn't even stand the thought.

He looked over at the backpack, "What's in there?" I pulled out the camera and Andrew's note explaining to Louie how I'd do anything for cock and how he could feel free to use me in any way he pleased. Mr. Caradino asked me to read the note. I knew I was already about as busted as you could be so I did.

I tried to explain, "Mr. Caradino, I know that sounds bad."

But he cut me off. "Listen, your pimp pretty much gave me the same speech so it's nothing I haven't already heard. What's the camera for?"

I looked down ashamed, wondering how much Louie had told him about what I would do, or worse, what I had done. "It's to?" I couldn't bear to say it. Not to a guy who had worked with my Dad for ten years. A guy whose wife went to lunch with my mom. He looked over at me expectantly, his face still stern. "It's to film me when guys are? you know..."

"When guys are what?" He maintained his stone face as he drove, getting off at an exit.

He was pushing me into it and, sitting in his car in a bra in panties, and I was starting to get a little angry. I figured I'd just speak my mind. "When guys are fucking me in my pussy! Is that what you want to hear?" I blushed immediately. I didn't mean to say that last part.

He still kept his eyes on the road saying calmly, "When guys are fucking you in your what?" My head was in my hands. "What do you do with the videos?"

I just mumbled, "Andrew posts them on the internet."

Mr. Caradino responded, "What's the website?" I realized where this was leading.

"Please Mr. Caradino, you're not going to tell my Dad about any of this are you? Please don't tell him." We had pulled into a driveway.

He turned to me. "Listen, you're an adult now Kyle. Your decisions are your own. I'm not responsible for babysitting you and it's not my place to make you tell your father about something like this." He got out of the car and started heading toward the door. I began to calm down. I guess Mr. Caradino hadn't talked to my dad in years, and he didn't seem like he was trying to fuck me over here. Not to mention, after all that cock, I was looking forward to a quiet night with him.

I got out and he turned back and said "Don't forget your camera." I reached in and grabbed it, leaving the backpack in the car. I walked inside the house to hear Mr. Caradino talking, "Sorry I took so long but you guys are gonna love this. I was cruising to get us a whore and look who I found." My stomach turned as I entered the living room. I was looking at four of my dad's current coworkers, all over fifty. Most of them had spent consider time around both of my parents.

They immediately began hooting and hollering "look at her. And she brought a camera." I knew I was fucked. The way things go for me, it was only a matter of time before my dad finds out I fucked a bunch of his coworkers. All I could think of was that I wanted to go home. I wanted to wash the cum off of my legs. I wanted to take off this silly thong and put some normal underwear on. To go through a day without having increasing numbers of cocks shoved into me. It had only been a week and not only was I out of the closet to my entire school, but it started to seem like the entire country was getting wind of my slutty dark side. My stomach lurched when I thought of the video on the AlabamaKyle website in which Andrew's dad was fucking me as I yelled dirty shit out to my mother about how i needed her to send thongs to make my pussy look better. The thought of her seeing it was impossible to imagine.

I zoned back into the room, and noticed that Mr. Caradino had set up the camera. I just mumbled futilely "please don't. Please don't do this. If my dad finds out that I'm?"

He laughed "That you're what, whoring yourself out? Dressing in women's underwear? posting sex videos online?" He brought out his thick italian cock. My mouth was watering the second I saw it come into view. He started teasing me with it and, within seconds, I was begging him for it.

"Please just give it to me. Please. I don't care if you film me, just let me have your cock." He laughed.

"Sounds like I'd be doing you a pretty big favor. What's in it for me?" I didn't know what to do so I just kept begging. Finally he said, "What's the website for your videos?" I knew he had me. I wanted his cock so bad I couldn't help myself.

"Xtube.com AlabamaKyle" He started laughing.

"That's a good bitch." He then shoved his cock into my mouth and I started to suck.

Behind me, the guys had pulled up some of my videos on the computer. At first, they were laughing as they watched the videos of Andrew and his dad and Rick fucking me. But by the time they got to the trucker's pounding me, and finally the fraternity gang bang they were really starting to get mean. "Jesus look at that slut. Damn. Can you imagine if your son was like that." I just kept sucking the cock in my mouth when I heard someone say, "Let's send this out over the office chain. This is nuts." I panicked but Mr. Caradino kept pumping me.

"Hey guys, leave the bitch's dad off the email out of respect for the old man" This wasn't going to do much good. He'd still hear about it eventually. Maybe they wouldn't recognize me.

"I'm making the subject, can you recognize the whore we just picked up in Alabama? No? It's Kyle!" I knew I was fucked, but I didn't' care. I'd worry about it tomorrow. For now, I had men to please. "Sent!" The guy who sent the email stood up off the couch and started to walk over to me.

Next: Chapter 18


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