Honey Smart is my real name, believe it or not. It's on my birth certificate. On the very day I was born my daddy found and robbed a bee tree and got a lard bucket full of honey. My red hair is natural and so is everything else about me.
Everyone always ask me, how did I start being a whore? Well, that's a good question. You have to understand that I came from poor white trash. My mother was poor trash, my father was poor trash and all my relatives are Poor trash. I grew up in a trailer. Not a mobile or modular home. Just a trashy old trailer. I was born and raised in the backwater town of Home Bayou. That's nearly as far south as you can go and stay in Alabama or even the country.
They used to joke about it and say that the richest man in town was poor, but that was a lie. The richest man in Home Bayou was Carlton Mills. Everybody else was broke. Carlton Mills owned the damned town and everybody in it. I managed to graduate from high school, but just barely, but I did make it. I was the only one of my five siblings to do so. After graduation I got a full time job waiting tables in the only café in town. One day Carlton Mills came in and I served him a burger and fries. When I took his order I intentionally leaned in and rubbed my boobs on his shoulder. Being a tall redhead with big tits and cute always got me looks from the guys. Mills was no exception.
"Where in hell did you come from, girl?" he asked me. "I thought I knew every pretty gal in this town." I suspect he did. The gossip around town was Carlton Mills was one horny son of a bitch. If you believed the tongue-waggers he had bedded almost all the women in town. Carlton never let a thing like them being married stop him from hopping on a gal. He didn't let the legal age bother him much either. Who was going to complain and who would they complain to? The bastard owned the only grocery store, the only hardware and the only industry around for miles. His industries was the turpentine plant and the sawmill. Everybody either worked for him or some business that was supported by him and his companies.
He seemed old as dirt to me at the time, but I don't suppose he was much over fifty years old when he took notice of me. Having Carlton Mills take notice was either a good thing or a terrible thing. I was still pretty young and unsophisticated , but I was old enough to know what Carlton was after and foolish enough to let him think he could get it. I flirted with him every time he came in for a week or so even though all my friends told me I was stupid.
"I got a little place down on Mobile Bay," he told me one day. "You ought to see it. Right on the beach."
"I guess I should see it," I teased. "When is that going to happen?"
"How about this weekend? I'll pick you up Friday afternoon and we'll drive down in my new car. We'll have a lot of fun playing in the water and all."
Suddenly it wasn't funny anymore. My flirting and teasing had got me in a place where I had to fish or cut bait. Shit or get off the pot. If I had know what was going to happen I would have jumped off the pot and ran like the devil was after me. Instead of running I said I would be ready.
That night I told my momma I was going away for the weekend with Carlton Mills and she cried. She begged me not to go and I asked her why.
"He's an evil man," she said sobbing. "Pure evil and he'll mess you up , Honey. There is no good in the man at all. He'll only want one thing from you and you'll have to give it to him. Please don't do it. I know where of I speak."
Like most eighteen year olds I didn't pay any attention to my mother. When Friday came I had a few of my nicer things packed and I was ready. ***
Carlton's little place looked like a mansion to me. Coming from a trailer almost anything would. His house was old, but it was a grand old place. It was built to withstand hurricanes and sat high off the ground on stone pillars. It had a wide porch that went all the way around it. Inside, to me, was simply lavish.
"Me and you'll be sleeping down here," Carlton said once we were inside. It hadn't been discussed and I knew what was expected of me, but it was still a shock to hear it said out loud. "The other's can bunk down wherever they want."
"What other's?" I asked. That was something else that hadn't been discussed. I just assumed it would be me and Carlton there.
"I got some friends comin' in from Mobile for the weekend. Real party people. You're goina like 'em. Come on, Honey and let's skinny-dip in the bay before they show up. I'm dying to see them fine titties you got." I brought a swimsuit, but apparently it wasn't going to be needed.
My breasts started developing early and they just kept growing. By the time I was a freshman in high school I had the biggest breasts in the whole school and even then I grew some more. At eighteen I wore a thirty-eight double D bra. The truth of the matter for most of my formative years my boobs embarrassed me. I tried to hide them as much as possible. It wasn't until after I turned eighteen that I started to let them out. I stopped being embarrassed and started enjoying what God gave me. The boys I dated all seem to get a lot of joy from them.
Carlton grabbed some towels and led me down to the beach. It was only a few yards to the sandy beach. Once we were at the water's edge I took my dress off. While Carlton watched I removed my bra and panties and dropped them on the towel.
"By damn, girl!" he said when I was naked. "You got some fine titties there. You're a natural redhead, too!" His eyes were alternating between my breasts and my downy covered pussy. I thought I would never get pubic hair like the other girls. For all I had I might as well have had none.
I left him gawking and ran into the surf. The water was blood warm. I didn't look at Carlton until he joined me in the water When I did look at him I was shocked. That ol' boy was hung like a donkey! I wasn't a blushing virgin, but the boys I had been with didn't have anything like what old man Mills had swinging between his legs. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I realize why Carlton Mills looked so scrawny. It made him poor just carrying that dick around.
"Like my cock, don't you, little girl?' Carlton said putting his arm around mu bare shoulders and grabbing my tit with his free hand. "That's good because you're going to get plenty of chance to get very well acquainted this week end. Do you know how to give a blow Job?" What kind of question was that to ask me? Of course I knew how. That and hand-jobs kept my hymen intact as long as I wanted it to.
Kneeling in the surf with waves bouncing me around while giving head was new. I discovered that sex on the beach, while seemingly romantic was not. Too much salt and sand. I also discovered something else while being fucked on a small towel. Big dicks are more fun, even with all the sand, than small dicks.
Carlton and I made it back to the house before the guests arrived. I had time to take a shower and attempt to wash the sand out of my pussy. On the way back to the house Carlton told me I would be acting as hostess that night. I was thrilled and honored. Yeah, thrilled before I found out that as hostess I had to fetch the drinks and get more dip and chips and run my ass off while having my tits and ass grouped by a bunch of old farts. The hostess had other duties, but I didn't find out about them until later in the evening.
"Carlton, where on earth did you find this pretty young gal with these big tits?" one man asked him.
"Out in the swamp," Carlton answered with a big laugh. "Young and fresh as the morning. She loves to fuck, don't you Honey?"
While it was true I did like to fuck, I didn't like it that Carlton was telling all those men about it. I had noticed that there were only men. No women came, making me the only woman in the house. A smart girl would have been concerned, but since I've never been accused of being too smart I wasn't worried. Six old men didn't scare me one bit.
After a while the men started playing poker and they played for blood. I watched long enough to determine the white chips were worth a hundred dollars. I made three dollars an hour plus tips waiting tables at the café so that was a lot of money to me. I saw one pot that had to be worth three or four thousand dollars. It was mindboggling to me how they could be so causal with that kind of money.
"Honey, I'll give you this white chip if you'll show me just one tit," one of the men said.
"Shit, Fred, don't be a piker," the one they called Tom said. "Give the young woman a red one and we'll all see both her tits." Five hundred dollars just to see my boobs? That was unbelievable! Fred held out a red chip and I snatched it.
"Them's some fine looking titties, Honey," Fred said after I lifted my shirt and let him see. "Are they real?" What a question! I had heard about women who got their tits made bigger, but not in Home Bayou. I told him they were real.
"Honey sucks a mean cock, too," Carlton said winking at me and causing my face to turn an even darker shade of red. "She polished my knob down in the bay a while ago. I fucked her on the beach and she did pretty good for a kid." Carlton threw his cards down and got up from the table telling me to follow him. He took me to a bedroom on the main floor.
"I got you something to wear," he said handing me a plastic shopping bag. I opened it and saw it was some kind of costume. I asked him what it was. "It's a French maid's outfit," he answered. "I had to guess at your size, but it should fit. Put it on and come back out."
I finally got the tiny little dress on. It was snug on top, but most things are for me. There was some black fishnet hose and a garter belt. I knew about garters from catalogs, but I hadn't ever worn one. The real high heels were a little too big, but I could wear them. After I finally got the things on I looked at myself in the mirror. Part of me thought I looked like a real slut, but the other and larger part thought I looked dammed good. My boobs were barely covered, but that didn't worry me much. They had already seen my tits.
I went back to the room where they were playing cards and when they saw me they whooped and hollered like school boys.
"Damn, that gal has a fine ass on her, too!" Fred said loudly. "You ever been poked in the ass, Honey?" I didn't know exactly what he meant so I told him no. I figured he was talking about being ass fucked and I had, but that wasn't none of his business. I kept my virginity another few months by letting my boyfriend do me in that hole.
"You mean to tell us you ain't ever been fucked up the shitter?" a man by the name of Ross said. I ignored him and went to get them more drinks.
