Three horses that couldn't lose! Three sure bets. Shit! She tore up her tickets and threw them on the ground. All the money she had made yesterday was gone and she didn't have a damn thing to show for it. And there was still the seventh race to go and Blackie's Tyree was going off at 12 to 1 and Susan was certain that he couldn't lose. Sure, she'd had a run of bad luck, but it was going to turn - she could feel it. She needed to find some money quick; she only had about fifteen minutes to get her bet down on Blackie. She looked around and in less than ten seconds she found what she was looking for; a man of about forty who was staring at her with a look on his face that was saying, "Boy, I sure would like some of that."
"Come on Little Andy, Mommy's got to do it again," she said to the eighteen month old baby in the stroller as she started to push it in the direction of the man.
Susan smiled to herself; two days ago and she would have been horrified to even think about what she was about to do. Yesterday had changed all that; Oh God had things changed! Desperation had made her into a whore yesterday, and it looked like it was going to do it to her again today. When she reached the man she said, "Like what you see?"
The man seemed a bit taken aback by her bold approach, but he recovered quickly, "As a matter of fact I do," he replied.
"Enough to part with fifty bucks for a blow job?" Susan asked.
The man gave her a grin and said, "I'd rather fuck you."
Susan said, "Maybe later, but right now I only have enough time for a blow job. I need to come up with fifty before the seventh race. Yes or no? If not I've got to hurry and find somebody else."
The man said okay and asked where? Susan looked around, then told the man to follow her, and started pushing little Andy's stroller toward a line of Porta-Johns that were next to one of the race track's walls. She moved into the space between the line of toilets and the wall and looked around to make sure she would be able to do the man and remain unseen. She held out her hand for the money and the man pulled a roll of bills out of his pocket and peeled off five ten dollar bills and placed them on her palm. Susan put the money in her purse and dropped to her knees in front of the man who already had his cock out.
Susan still wasn't all that keen on performing oral sex, but she had done well enough yesterday and she owed this man a blowjob for his money and she would do her best. She opened her mouth and circled her lips around the head of his prick, her right hand came up to cup his balls and her left wrapped around the base of his cock and she started to suck him off. The man's hands moved to the back of her head and he held her as he began to plunge his cock back and forth in her mouth.
Little Andy started to fidget and to keep him from starting to cry she dropped her hand from the man's balls and used it to rock Andy's stroller. Susan stopped trying to suck the man's cock and instead clamped her lips tight around him and let him fuck her face. It took only minutes before the man said, "I'm cumming baby, I'm gonna cum in your hot little mouth" and no sooner than he had said it, he did it. Susan choked as the spurts of cum hit the back of her throat and she did her best to swallow it all. The man kept his cock in her mouth until he stopped spurting and started to go limp. Susan, determined to give good value in case she ever needed this man again, licked the man's cock clean. As the man put his cock away he said, "I still want to fuck that tight little body of yours."
Wiping her mouth clean with a hankie Susan said, "Maybe later. If my horse doesn't win in the seventh I may have to earn some gas money to get home."
"Who you betting?" asked the man. Susan told him and the man said, "Don't waste your money honey. Bet on Sammy's Child. He's a lock!"
Susan stood at the rail and watched in disgust as Sammy's Child flew across the finish line five lengths ahead of Blackie's Tyree. As she threw her tickets on the ground the man, who had been standing next to her said, "Do I get to fuck you now?"
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Susan was disgusted with herself. She had been so upset at losing at the track that she hadn't even discussed price with the man, his name was Dan, who had followed her home and then into her bed. They had fucked for over an hour until she told him that they had to stop because her husband would be home soon. It was only after Dan had gone that she'd remembered that she had forgotten to ask for the money. Shit! she said as she changed the bed sheets for the second time in two days, but on her way to the bathroom she saw green on top of the dresser and when she looked she found two one hundred dollar bills. Not bad, she thought, I'm moving up in the world. Yesterday it was a hundred and today I'm up to two hundred. As she took her shower she was already figuring out where the money would go; five on her favorite number, ten toward lottery tickets and the rest to the track - there were some very good horses running tomorrow.
Susan was changing little Andy's diaper when the front door bell rang. Picking up the baby she went to the front door and pulled it open to find Eddie, her bookie, standing there with two other men and a woman. Eddie smiled, "Susan! I was afraid I might not catch you at home. Can we come in?"
Numbly, Susan stepped aside and let the four of them enter and then she said, "Eddie, you promised me that you would never come to the house."
"I know, I know" Eddie replied, "But you promised me that you would always pay your losses off on time and I figure your broken promise to me cancels out my promise to you."
"That's not fair!" Susan cried, "I've always paid you."
Eddie waggled a finger at her, "You have been promising me for over a month now and I haven't seen a dime. Yet my sources tell me you have dropped at least six bills at the track over the last two days and that was money that you could have given me to pay down your debt. At the very least you could have had the courtesy to place those bets with me instead of giving your money to the track. It wouldn't have drawn down your debt to me, but at least I could have made a buck or two off of it and you would have kept my good will."