Chapter 1

 

The room was small. Maybe ten feet by seven feet. Just enough room for the bed, a small table, and one straight chair. There was a small closet to hang my street clothes. On the table was a variety of packaged condoms. There was also a small bathroom with a shower. Also in the bathroom was a cabinet which held mouthwash, toothbrush, soap, wash cloths, fleet enemas, and douches. A plug-in deodorizer and the spray did little to overcome the scent of raw sex.

The small cramped room was a perfect whore's cubby. I spent a lot of my time on the bed in that room or one of the others just like it. Come on boys. Three holes and no waiting.

My name is Elaine Mitchell, but because of my red hair, fair skin, and freckles I've been called Speck since grade school. Some loud-mouth boy called me that one day on the playground and it stuck ever since. My deceased husband was the only person, except my parents, who called me Elaine. I'm twenty-six years old. In spite of my freckles most men think I'm pretty. I'm also in a small package only being five feet four inches tall.

"Speck, you ready to go to work?" I heard Leon, my pimp, call from the ground floor of the two story building. Leon is black, he's big, tough, and he's nobody to fool around with. He loves to fight almost as much as he loves to fuck which is considerable. I told Leon that I needed another five minutes to finish dressing for callers.

Dressing actually meant undressing and putting on a teddy or a long tailed shirt or some other abbreviated attire. My customers usually didn't care what I had on as long as they could get it off pretty quickly. After getting the gauzy see-through robe on I checked to make sure the lubricant was in the drawer of the bedside table. I learned early-on to have it handy. Leon's customer base was all black and always hot to trot. Foreplay wasn't going to happen nor was it expected.

"Speck, you got two gentlemen waiting on you. Get a move on!" Leon yelled up the stairs. I told him to send them on up. Taking on two men at a time was my specialty. There weren't many petite red-headed white women who could make that claim. As a result I was always in demand.

So how did a small fair-skin widow with a good education end up working in a whorehouse for black men? Since this is a payday Friday, I'll be busy until late, but when I get through with my black studs I'll tell you my story.

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It's a little after two o'clock in the morning and finally I get a break. While I've been entertaining clients I've been trying to figure out just where to start. I decided to skip the early years and get right to where it really began.

I met Jason Banning at a sorority function my junior year of college. Until that time I had been a good girl. A very good girl. Actually I was a prude, raised by prudes in a puritan town. My father was a schoolteacher and my mother kept house and taught Sunday school.

Until I met Jason, I kept impure thoughts safely tucked away in a dark recess part of my brain, but Jason discovered them and brought every one of them out into the light of day. All the evil thoughts I had and the ones he planted. He seemed to know just what to say and just what to do to turn me on.

He took my virginity in his dorm room on our fourth date. Actually that's unfair. He didn't take it; I gave it to him gladly. There, in that messy and smelly dorm room, I discovered I liked sex and I liked it a lot. I was eager to learn and Jason was eager to teach me.

For a while my schoolwork suffered because of this newfound wonderful thing called sex. I cut my workload back so that I could spend more time with Jason. I'll give the devil his due. Jason was a good instructor. He taught me about birth control and showed me how to get on birth control and a host of other wonderful things about my body and about sex.

Jason taught me the joy of oral sex and a short while later the joy of anal sex and much more. He used adult videos as a teaching guide. Until then I had never even seen an R-rated movie and suddenly there were no secrets about a man and a maid.

I'll never forget the first time Jason performed oral sex on me. After the initial revulsion, it was great. It wasn't long before he had me reciprocating and giving him head. I found out that I could actually get off sucking on his cock. Yeah, I learned a new vocabulary too. The clinical names I had been taught to use were words of the past. Pussy, cunt, cock and dick became common names. Jason insisted on me using the forbidden word, 'fuck'.

Jason also insisted that as "his woman", I had to change my way of dressing. Gone were my ultra-conservative clothes. It took a while for me to get comfortable with my new look. Also, he said my old underwear had to go. My plain cotton bras and panties were trashed and new risqué undies were bought. Jason insisted I wear the nearly invisible bras, when he let me wear a bra at all. That took a lot of getting used to.

My breasts are fairly large, thirty-two C, and when I'm not wearing a bra I feel self-conscious with the bounce and sway of my unfettered breasts. Also, my nipples are large and could easily be seen through any shirt or blouse, let alone the shear things Jason wanted me to wear.

Also, I had a lot of trouble getting used to Jason's public displays of affection. It didn't make a bit of difference to him where we might be. If he wanted to grope me or kiss me, he did.

Between my junior and senior year I took a summer job near the campus. The reason was twofold. I wanted to ease the financial burden from my folks, but more importantly I wanted to stay close to Jason. I had become a sex junkie. Frankly, I couldn't get enough of it. I was willing to do anything Jason even hinted at to make him happy and to give myself an orgasm.

It was that summer that Jason introduced me to group sex. Oh, he was cunning and clever with it, and I was involved almost before I knew it. He led me gently to that steep and slippery slope.

On the banks of Crimson Lake there was a place that college students went to get away from prying eyes. The cops never bothered to patrol that area. One Friday evening several of our friends went to the lake to unwind from the hard workweek. I say our friends, but they actually were more Jason's friends then mine. I was taken into his circle of friends, because the few friends I had didn't like the new slutty Elaine or Speck.

Something else I discovered after meeting Jason was beer and pot. Two more things that were strictly forbidden in my home and for the most part, in my hometown. Both sinful things were only spoken about in whispers, if at all.

That night at the lake, Jason brought both beer and pot and I, being a good follower, drank the beer and smoked the pot. While I didn't need either to get horny, pot always cranked me up big time, so I didn't object when Jason felt me up in front of his friends. I only offered token resistance when he unbuttoned my shirt and played with my bare breasts. We were sitting on an old picnic table.

In all honesty, I kind of liked displaying my goodies to the other guys. There was something so naughty about it. Having my tits played with in front of the other boys had me reeling and I didn't notice that most of the others had left. I didn't pay much attention when one of the boys got a blanket and spread it on the table.

Jason completely removed my shirt and was sucking on my hard nipples. It wasn't until I realized there were other hands on my boobs that I realized something was totally different. I felt someone pulling my shorts off and I struggled to sit up.

"Relax, Speck," Jason whispered in my ear. "Go with the flow, babe." He pushed me back down on the blanket covered tabletop. Someone pushed my legs apart and I felt fingers toying with my pussy. Suddenly I felt lips on my pussy and a tongue licking my clitoris. I was unable to offer any other resistance from that moment on.

There were four guys including Jason there. Jason encouraged the other three to fuck me while he watched. Somebody's portable radio was playing rock music. The combination of beer, pot, and rock and roll was too much. I surrendered to lust and I participated in the sex with everything I could manage. There was a kaleidoscope of sex and I was only vaguely aware that Jason was telling me and the men what to do. It was like he was directing the action.

A couple of times Jason or one of the guys would shotgun me with pot smoke. I had gotten use to Jason covering my mouth and blowing the intoxicating smoke into my lungs. I think I liked it best that way. Intimate and stimulating at the same time.

I don't know how long we were at the lake, but it was several hours of non-stop sex. They took me in every conceivable position. Being doubled was a first and again in the spirit of honesty, I'll confess I like the double fuck. In fact there was nothing about the night I didn't like.

Jason got me into group sex nearly once a week that summer. Whenever and wherever we could manage it. One of his friends was a black guy named Gene. Gene was a frequent lover that summer.

Gene was different and not just in skin hue. He was larger in the cock department and he was rougher than the others. He took, he demanded, and he got what he wanted. Every time Gene fucked me was a new experience.

Early the next school year Jason and Gene moved off campus into an apartment over a garage. Their landlord was an older black guy by the name of Alfred Collins. It didn't take but a couple of weeks for Jason to get the old man involved in sex with me.

I didn't find out until much later that it was how Jason and Gene paid their rent. Even after I found out, it didn't matter all that much to me. I was caught up in the sex games.

Mister Collins was nice and he was clean. Two very important things for me. The first time Jason invited Mister Collins to share me, I think we both were too nervous to enjoy it much, but things got a lot better after that first time. Mister Collins had a huge cock. It was the biggest I had ever seen including the dirty movies Jason showed me.

Thinking back on it Jason seemed to get a real thrill watching the old black man fuck me. It was the same when Gene fucked me. Seeing his white girlfriend getting serviced by black men really set him off.

One afternoon Mister Collins asked me if he could take some pictures of me. At first I said no, but Jason told me to go ahead. Of course I did as Jason said and Mister Collins proved to be a good amateur photographer. He had a small studio set up in his house.

It started slow with me posing in teasing shots. Then to topless and finally full frontal nudes. I was comfortable being naked with Mister Collins because by that time he had already fucked me a lot. Actually, I was proud of my body. I was proud that I could make boys and even old men, like Mister Collins, act and react to my charms. The sin of pride didn't seem so big compared to the other sins I was committing.

Jason and the rest of the guys had a lot of fun looking at the copies of the photographs. It didn't surprise me that a lot of them disappeared.

After three or four photo sessions, Mister Collins talked me in to some really daring shots. He got photos of me holding my pussy open. Some with my fingers or other objects inserted and the same for my butt. Then we progressed to me sucking on Mister Collin's big old black dick. He used a timer on his camera for that. Jason got a real kick out of seeing those pictures.

Of course the studio photography took a back seat to fucking. There was always some guy and his hard dick there for me to fuck. Usually more than one. Mister Collins asked for and got Jason's permission to take pictures during those times. I never really gave it a second thought. Like the others, I enjoyed looking at my action photos.

I suppose it was a natural progression to video. It wasn't long before I was a star in my own X-rated films. It never dawned on me to ask Jason what he was doing with the videos. I should have asked, but I didn't.

I spent the winter on my back when I wasn't in class. It got so Jason would get pissed and pout when I had my period. It dawned on me he had absolutely no idea how the human female body worked. Didn't know and didn't care. The menstrual cycle was just an aggravation to him.

I so wanted to please Jason. He could ask nothing that I wasn't willing to do. When he wanted to tape me having two cocks in my pussy I did it. It hurt and wasn't much fun, but I did as he asked. I was, by any definition, his sex slave. That term as applied to Jason is a little misleading because over the winter he very seldom fucked me. He had me fucked and I was too enthralled with sex or too stupid to realize it.

In the late spring the wheels came off the wagon. No, they came off long before that, but I hadn't realized it until then. I found out that Jason had been selling my pussy to the guys. They were paying him to fuck me. He was selling the videos and even the photographs that Mister Collins took. There were dozens of videos out there and thousands of photographs. I was so angry at Jason, I refused to even talk to him.