"You wanna do what?!!"
"I want you to lie down on your stomach. I'm gonna rub this vial of baby oil on your ass cheeks and then I'm going to rub my dick in the crack of your ass until I cum. Preferably, I'd like to rub said cum all over your ass cheeks with my dick."
"Man, you crazy... Crazy as fuck."
"But I got money." I pulled a loose wad of cash from my pocket and gestured towards the prostitute. She giggled like an old hag and reached for the money.
"You sure that's all you wanna do right? I mean you ain't gonna slip into the booty hole or nothing' and claim it's some sort of accident or something?!!"
"No".
"You sure?"
"Yes".
"Right, I'll show you were to go." I'd been driving down the street after a late night at the office when I'd spotted her walking along the cracked side walk as I waited at a red light. There was no doubt that she was a hooker. She was a big girl with even bigger hips. Wide flaring hips that moved almost of their own accord. She was wearing a garish loudly colored dress that accentuated her "Coke Bottle" figure and her availability probably on the cheap. There seemed to be no one else at the intersection at this time of night so I just sat watching her move a little further off into the distance. What sold it was the incredibly massive butt that jiggled under her cheap frock.
She looked back at me and began to strut up the street in an enticing display. I watched those meaty cheeks bounce up and down for all of five seconds before gunning it and skidding to a halt next to her.
Her name was Roxy. She claimed that she was "twenty two" (More like thirty two) and claimed to be visiting from New Orleans. She was African American; dark skinned with a gap in her extremely white teeth and was wearing a sandy brown wig. She directed me to a shady looking motel near the freeway. I found myself thinking how convenient it would be to just hop on the freeway after I'd finished chasing my particular dragon.
After being humiliated at the BBW club and the Ms. Stetson debacle, I'd decided to go "underground" with my fetish. It was the safest thing to do considering that I'd become such a pariah at work. So, I'd begun sating myself on the toasted street rumps of black and Latina street walkers not that I didn't wanna squeeze one out on white girls, but usually they came in the Auschwitz emaciated look, were just two damn gross or didn't fuck with black guys on order of their "black" pimp. I'd found some great asses out here on the street, but guilt was getting to me. I'd resolved to do the hooker thing one last time when I saw Roxy.
"This sure is weird."
"What can I say, it's my thing."
"What?!! You scared of Aids or something? I'm clean mister; I done had my test and everything last Saturday."
"No, it's not that, I just wanna do that one thing okay?!!"
"Don't get so sensitive I'm down with it." I was already helping her out of her dress and marveling at the jiggly, black, sponge like rump before me. Roxy politely patted a spot on the bed and I sat down. My cock was throbbing like crazy. It was as if it had a mind of its own as she pulled it gently into the air and buried her mouth on it. Roxy was wearing barely there stark white panties that disappeared into her massive crack. I was impatient and pulled her boobs from her top. They hung loose and pendulous almost touching the floor with large erect nipples.
