Little Black Whore

Alana (13F) wants to be a whore just like her mother. Can she convince me to buy her virginity?

“You can say it you know,” says Monique as she cleans herself up.

It’s my weekly visit and I’ve just finished fucking her doggy.

“What?” I reply.

“You know. The N-word.” She laughs, “This is what, your fifth visit?”

“Sixth,” I say. Four times I’ve picked her up from the street corner and twice now we’ve made arrangements to meet directly in her apartment.

“See, you’re a regular. And with that comes special privileges. You can call me a nigger when you fuck me.”

I’m embarrassed. “I don’t…”

“Come on,” she says. “Twice I’ve not been there when you’ve come curb-crawling. Once you picked up Nevaeh and the other time you left empty-handed, or should I say full-balled. The night when it just so happened there weren’t any black girls working. If we’re going to be all we can be together, I gotta know your kinks, and that one is pretty clear.”

“Even if…,” I say choosing my words carefully. “Even if I like black women, that doesn’t mean I want to start throwing slurs around.”

“Suit yourself,” she says. “Just say, if, in the heat of the moment, you want to, I’m not going to ding you points for political correctness.”

Monique is right about one thing. She is my type. I’ve always used prostitutes. Used to be that the option to flit from girl to girl, to try all flavours was part of the appeal. These days, I want to find a regular service provider. One who is good, not too expensive, and knows my needs. Monique has been working out nicely.

And, yes, I like black girls just fine.

I pull up my trousers and do my belt up. I reach into my wallet and put the notes on the bedside table. It says something that, while she eyeballs the cash, she doesn’t count it or check for fakes.

“I’m busy with work next week,” I say. “I’ll try and come but I can’t promise at the moment.”

“No sweat,” says Monique. “I’ll show you out.” She’s still in her underwear.

As we come down the stairs we can hear the TV.

“Is that still on?” shouts Monique. “You should be doing your homework!”

A girl comes out. She’s got a fuzzy little afro and a summer dress on.

“Sorry, mum,” she says. “I couldn’t do the maths, so I was waiting for you to finish with your gentleman to ask you.”

“Okay, sweety, I’ll be right there,” says Monique. “This is David.”

“Hi, David. I’m Alana. I’m thirteen.”

“Hi,” I say, not really knowing where to look.

Monique shows me out.

—–

“Take my cock, you nigger whore.”

It’s one week later and seven in the morning. Work has indeed been busy but I’ve decided that I have to see Monique. An early session suits us both.

“What did you call me.”

“I called you my nigger whore,” I say. I reach down and kiss her passionately.

“And you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

As if in answer, my dick erupts into her pussy.

I don’t know what’s come over me, but that felt amazing.

I collapse on top of her panting. We lay there holding each other for a minute.

I check my phone. “I need to shower and go,” I say. “I suspect we’ll be back on evenings next week if that’s okay.”

“Whatever suits,” says Monique with a shrug.

She hands me a towel.

When I open the shower door, I’m suddenly confronted with Alana. She’s finished showering, which is why I didn’t hear any noise. She’s doing her hair and the rest of her is completely naked. I get a full look at her four foot eight frame, her not quite completely flat chest, and not quite completely bald pussy before we both scream and I shut the door.

“How many times have I told you to lock the door?” yells Monique appearing behind me.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” I stammer.

“It’s not your fault,” says Monique.

“I didn’t see anything,” I say. It’s a lie, but the sort of thing you’re expected to say.

“Hmmm,” says Monique. “Actually, I have an idea. Could you go back to the bedroom for a second?”

I quickly retreat. I can hear a conversation between Monique and her daughter. It’s short and to the point.

I’m sitting on the bed when both of them come back in. Alana is wrapped in a towel.

“I’m very sorry, I forgot to lock the bathroom door,” she says contritely.

“That’s…no, that’s fine.”

“But since you saw what you saw, I’d like to get your opinion,” she continues. She lets the towel fall. She waits long enough that I’ve seen the front before she turns around and shows me the rear. Despite my earlier glance, there is starting to be some real meat there. “Am I beautiful?” she asks.

“Er, wow, yes,” I say. I’ve just cum, but I’m feeling my dick strain at my trousers again.

“Thanks, I’m so glad.” She picks up the towel from the floor and runs out of the room.

Monique comes and joins me on the bed. She takes my hand and puts it in her lap.

“Now, here’s the deal,” she says. “Alana’s still young, but she’s going to have to enter the family business eventually. I’ll do you eight hundred pounds to take her virginity and double my usual rate after that. I don’t want work interfering with her schooling, so she’ll remain exclusive to you as long as you visit twice a week.”

“I don’t know what to say.” I genuinely don’t. “I’m not…”

“Not a pedo?” she says. “You weren’t into racist abuse last week. You like breaking taboos. Imagine, a little nigger babygirl all to yourself.”

“Why me?” I ask.

“Because you’re regular, respectful, and can afford what I’m offering. I’ve no illusions about what we are, but I’d like her to get a good deal that isn’t too scarring.” She looks me up and down. “But I can see I’ve sprung this on you. Think about it.”

“Okay,” I say.

“Oh, of course, the shower is empty now. You don’t want to be late for work.”

—–

One week plus a handful of days later, I’m knocking on Monique’s door again.

After the strange offer last week. I’m not sure if I should be coming back. But she’s a great girl and I don’t want to wreck things. I’m just going to tell her no.

The door opens. I find my vision tracking downwards. It’s Alana.

“Oh, hi,” she says. “You’re early.”

I check my watch. I am. I don’t know where I’ve got the extra time from. Traffic was better than usual, come to think of it.

Upstairs I hear Monique being pounded into the mattress. She’s obviously got a full diary today.

“Come in,” she says.

I hesitate. “I can wait in the car.”

“Don’t be silly,” she says. “It’ll be a chance for us to get to know each other. Tea? Coffee?”

I let myself be led into the kitchen, very aware of the noises from above. Alana very firmly closes the kitchen door and puts the kettle on.

She then walks straight up to me and says “I want you to be my first.”

“I’m not sure,” I say. “In fact, I’m going to have to say no.”

“Why?” she says. She’s kind of half pouty and half genuinely upset. “If it’s not you, it’ll be someone else. And I don’t know if they’ll be as nice or not.”

The noises above seem to stop. We sit and drink our drinks and a few minutes later there are footsteps coming down the stairs. A few muffled words are spoken and then we hear the front door open and close.

“David’s here,” calls out Alana.

“Great,” calls back Monique. “Shower first, like we discussed. Then I’ll be right with you.”

The ‘like we discussed’ bit seemed aimed towards Alana. She gets up and leads me by the hand up the stairs. She stops at the airing cupboard and gets out two towels.

“This way, please,” she says. When she goes into the bathroom, she shuts the door. “Don’t worry,” she says. “This time I’ll remember to lock it.”

That’s great. Except that she’s locking it with her on the wrong side of the door.

“Err,” I say.

“New service,” she says. “Personal washing.”

She pulls her dress up over her shoulders and a second later has slipped out of her bra and knickers. I’m still standing there stunned, so she goes to work on my tie.

“I’m not sure this is appropriate,” I say.

“Think of it as an advert,” she replies.

“I got an advert last week, I think,” I say.

“Then think of it as the hard sell,” she says, rubbing her hand against my trousers.

She’s had training, this one.

I slip out of my clothes. My cock is, naturally, standing to full attention.

Naked, I’m aware of just how much bigger and older than her I am. She’s still a girl.

She starts the water and grabs a bar of soap. I get in and she starts to lather me up. My back and shoulders are no problems, but when she gets the shampoo and starts to try to do my hair, she has to stand on tip-toes.

“No worries,” I say.

When I start to wash out my hair, she comes round and gives me a hug. I feel her nipples pressing into my back.

“That’s nice,” I say.

Her hand reaches for my cock.

I should swat it away. I don’t.

I stand there letting a little girl wank me.

“Be my first,” she says. “Please?”

“I…I can’t,” I reply.

She takes my hand in her free one and pushes it down between her sex. In all the water, I can’t tell if she’s wet or not. She rubs my fingers up and down her slit.

“Please,” she purrs. “I’ve had two periods now. I’m a woman. It’s okay.”

“Eight hundred pounds,” I say. I’m chewing the figure over in my own mind. It’s a lot, but not that much on the grand scale of things.

“Uh-huh,” she says. She’s jerking my cock hard now. She’s inexperienced and using too much pressure, but the intent is there.

“Okay,” I say. I can’t believe I’ve said it, but once it’s said, the path is chosen. I’m not going to unsay it.

“Yay!” she cries. She washes the rest of my body as quickly as she can, steps out of the shower, and grabs a towel.

“Mum, guess what?” she says as she comes out of the bathroom.

I poke my head round the door and see mother and daughter hugging each other. “Good for you,” Monique is saying. “No rush,” she yells, seeing my head. “We’ve got a bit of prep to do first.”

Five minutes later, I sheepishly exit the bathroom. I can hear voices and the door to the bedroom is open. I knock anyway.

“Come in,” says Monique. She is as dressed as a whore ever is. Her daughter is lying on the bed completely naked.

“I’m going to get out of your way shortly,” she says. “But there’s a few things I want to clear up first. I’d like you to inspect that Alana’s a virgin.”

“There’s no need for that,” I say quickly.

“Oh, there is,” says Monique. “This is a special transaction. We want to make sure there’s no misunderstanding or arguments later. As much for us as for you.”

“Okay,” I say.

She sits on the side of the bed, reaches over, and pulls apart Alana’s pussy lips. I’m far from an expert but it’s clear there is a membrane stretching across her hole. The black of her skin contrasts sharply with the pinkness within.

“I’m satisfied,” I say.

Monique reaches over the bedside table. She shows me a silver packet. “Birth control pills,” she says. “Taken for two weeks. You can go in raw.”

“Really?” I say. I hadn’t thought about not using a condom.

“For the money you’re spending,” she says, “most men would want that.”

“Okay, I’ll be downstairs if you need me,” says Monique. “No need to rush. You love birds have fun.”

And then we’re left alone.

“Are you okay with this?” I ask her.

She doesn’t respond verbally, but pulls herself up off the bed and jumps at me. I’m left with a naked baby girl in my lap. “I’m so happy,” she tells me. I lean down and kiss her.

“Get undressed,” she tells me.

We’ve already been skin-to-skin in the shower. I’m not embarrassed anymore. I set her down and pull of my clothes quickly.

When I turn around, she’s gotten under the covers. I’ve never known a whore to do that before. I join her. She’s giggling and rubbing her hands all over my hairy chest.

“Wow, I’m a lucky girl,” she says. “Just to let you know, we can do as much foreplay as you want, but I’m already wet.”

I get on top of her, reach down to my dick, and slide it along her slit. She’s not lying.

I consider taking her then, but instead, I start to suck on her little breasts. If anything she’s darker skinned than her mother. She’s exquisite. I make for her belly, kissing her naval.

Then I bury myself in her pussy, sticking my tongue into the heart of her sex.

She is laughing and squirming. I guess I’ve got a six o’clock shadow across my chin. I should have shaved again in the shower, but I got distracted.

She leans back and says, “Fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Of course, I’m God-damn sure,” she growls. “Just fuck me.”

Her hand flies to her mouth. “I’m sorry. That’s not how we speak to…”

“A customer?” I ask.

“That’s not how we speak to people,” she says firmly.

My dick is now at her hole. I’m ready to go in. I’m actually going to fuck someone three times younger than me. I’m going to be the first to take this babywhore.

The first push is difficult. She writhes in pain and I reduce the pressure.

“It’s okay,” I reassure her but wait. When I see she’s okay, I try again.

It takes a third try for her hymen to break. She lets out a yelp and then I’m inside her. Not deep, but inside. I keep it there for a while and I stroke her face.

“I’m alright,” she says. There’s a grim determination on her face. I start to fuck her now properly. I set a slow rhythm and a shallow thrust, but we’re doing it. She starts to breathe in and out like she’s doing some kind of Lamaze class. If it had been anyone else I’d have asked them to stop, but somehow with her it’s adorable. My arms reach round the back of her neck and I hold her in an embrace as we fuck. I softly kiss the side of her neck again becoming lost in the dark hue of her skin.

“Oh, oooh,” she says. I stop kissing and look at her in concern.

“I…felt something,” she says. “Something nice behind the pain.”

“I’m sorry about that pain,” I say.

“No, it’s okay, fuck me,” she says.

I start to increase my pace.

“Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she cries out.

“It’s okay,” I tell her. “You don’t need to pretend. Just be natural.”

She laughs. “Mum always…”

“Yeah, I know,” I say. “We can work on that another night.”

I’m speeding up now. I’m trying to be gentle, but it’s hard. She’s tight and the way her body is reacting, going through waves of tension and pleasure, is driving me crazy. Without meaning to, I’m suddenly pounding her.

“Oh, Christ,” she cries out as I cum. My final thrust is a deep one and it really hurts her.

In shame, I pull out quickly. Her maiden blood is on my cock and I can see my cum leaking out of her, her privates a collage of red, pink, black, and white.

I throw off the quilt and grab some paper. I wipe myself off and offer her some.

“Thank you,” I say.

She’s lying panting on the bed. Was I a good choice? I wonder. I was supposed to be gentle. Was I? Maybe not. I hustle and start to put my clothes on.

“Stay,” she says.

Post-nut clarity is a bitch. I just fucked a thirteen-year-old. Suddenly I want to be anywhere but here.

But I also know the need will return.

“I’m going, sorry, but I will see you next week. You were great. Really.”

“Oh, okay,” she says. She’s clearly disappointed.

As I head out the door, I stop off to say ‘hi’ to Monique in the living room.

I dig out my wallet. “Here’s the cash,” I say counting out eight hundred.

“That’s great,” says Monique. “I was worried you wouldn’t have it on you.”

I am momentarily speechless because I am surprised myself. Why had I gotten so much cash out this morning? I needed some, sure, but a hundred for life and another hundred for my Monique visit would have done nicely. Eight hundred was just overkill.

“No, I do. I guess I just thought I might need it.”

“That’s lovely,” says Monique, counting it out note by note. “See you next week.”

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