Chapter 6 - Bistate Blow Job
Glancing out of the limousine's window I saw that we were heading toward the West Side Highway. The late afternoon sun was low in the western sky. This beautiful warm September summer day was coming to an end.
I thought, "This sunset is a symbol that one phase of my life is ending, and a new one is about to begin."
As we were driving, I thought back on all that happened today. It was crazy!
Lil and I were finally caught by Jax and his other pimps in the hood. They brutally fucked us in that filthy van. Every hole of ours was used.
I smiled thinking back at how much I loved how Jax had fucked me--- his renegade solo street whore.
I wondered how Lil was doing in the hospital after her colon repair surgery, and how she was reacting to her venereal disease. I said a silent prayer for her, and then I recalled the whore's prayer:
The Whore's Prayer
Our fathers who aren't in heaven
were cowards without names.
They slinged some cum,
their will was done, for a slice of ecstasy.
Give them today their daily head,
and forgive our short-lived asses,
as we give in to those who press flesh against us,
resisting not temptation,
but delivered into evil,
by the power of the almighty dollar,
handed over, and over by men.
Amen
I giggled to myself after remembering it, thinking, "Yep that about sums up my life."
I recalled earlier today about when we were arrested nude on the street corner in front of NYC's main jail.
My nips stiffened when I remembered listening to the other ho's in the holding cell and attempting to apologize to Kitty. I envied her being Jax's number one whore.
I shook my head about the 2-minute sham trial and how my mother demanded that I make restitution to these two men sitting across from me.
Double Limousine Fellatio
Massa Jason shook me out of my daydream saying, "I want to find out how good of an investment that you really are. I'd fuck you but I am not sure if you have the clap... Take off your dress and suck Mr. Fox's and my cock while we talk."
I did as he told me and slipped the dress over my head and placed it on the seat next to me.
They looked at my well-toned, sleek body. My large tits swayed with the movement of the car.
My breasts were firm and did not sag. I was proud that I kept myself in good physical shape.