Navy SEAL and Homeless Woman, Ch 11
The first annual Lara Logan party with Simone, Lucy, and Carmen as the main attraction.
Author's Note:
This is a Non-Consent/Reluctance story. There is no rape in this story.
All characters portrayed in this story are over 21-years-old. There are no minors under the age of 18-years-old in this story. There are no sexual references to anyone under the age of 21-years-old.
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Continued from Chapter 10: Navy SEAL and Homeless Woman
Marquis and Anthony, the two, huge bodyguard who once worked for the deceased, Tyrone, sat in their car waiting for Carmen to finish her prostitution business with her customer. They knew where she was, what she had been doing, and where she was going. They've been following her, Lucy, and Simone for days.
Waiting for her to emerge, Anthony got out of the car and, before Carmen spotted them and had the chance to remove her high heels to run. As soon as she emerge from the doorway and started walking up the street, Anthony grabbed her. He pushed her in the backseat of his car, sat beside her, and closed the door as Marquis drove away.
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Navy SEAL and Homeless Woman, Chapter 11:
The first annual Lara Logan party with Simone, Lucy, and Carmen as the main attraction.
Marquis and Anthony sat in their car waiting for Carmen to finish her business with her customer.
This was now:
"Where's that stupid bitch at,' asked Marquis? "If she spotted us and ran out the back way, I'll be pissed. Maybe you should go around the alley so that she don't duck out on us," said Anthony to Marquis."
He was just about to open his car door and get out of the car, when he saw the front door open and Carmen emerge counting her money on the stoop before depositing the wad of cash in her pocketbook. A street hustler, she knew better than to count her money in public but in the mood she was in, she'd dare anyone try and fuck with her or steal her hard earned money. Tired and fucked over by having sex with men she'd rather not even say hello to on the street corner, prostitution was the only way she knew how to support herself and her three, young children.
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That was then:
Married to her handsome, perfect husband, she had a good life and was a good wife with a job that had benefits, until the recession hit her hard and she was let go from her job. In just a matter of a few months, her life went from good to bad to worse. She was saving to buy a house in the suburbs, that is, until her husband ran off with a woman he met at work.
Leaving her to fend for herself and three, small children, he took their life savings with him. Desperate for money, she never would have considered becoming a prostitute had she not run into Simone after having not seen her in years. To say that Simone saved her life by turning her on to prostitution would be an understatement.
"How you doin Carmen," asked Simone? "Long time no see," said Simone.
She smiled and pointed out with her manicured finger as if she was using her fingertip to place her punctuation after her sentences.
Happy to see her old friend, Carmen looked up at her and smiled. With Carmen a short, Hispanic with huge, double D, cup breasts and a big ass, Simone was totally opposite. Simone was a tall, beautiful, black woman with D cup breasts and a nicely shaped, black ass.
"Did you buy that dream house," asked Simone?
Again, she punctuated her sentence with her fingertip. Carmen looked sad at the mere mention of her dream house, after her husband ran off with some slut from work.
"My man ran off with another woman and took my all our down payment money," she said. "Now with me not working, living on my unemployment, and unable to find a job, I'll never earn enough money for a house. I'll be lucky to keep my apartment. I'm already behind on my rent."
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Simone hugged her old friend.
"Bastard! Why would any man leave someone who looks as good as you do," asked Simone? While staring at Carmen's huge breasts, she paused as if rethinking what she was going to say. "My man is looking for another woman and you'd be perfect," she said.
Carmen looked up at her confused.
"Your man? What do you mean, your man?"
Simone laughed.
"My pimp," said Simone with a short smile.
Never expecting her to be a prostitute, shocked, Carmen looked at her in disbelief. Simone looked nothing like the prostitutes that she's seen around the neighborhood. If she was to guess at her doing that for work, Simone looked more like a high priced call girl than she did a hooker.
"You're a prostitute?"
Simone laughed.
"When you say it like that Carmen, you hurt my feelings," said Simone with a laugh.
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She put a hand to the back of her head before pushing out and putting her hand on her hip and throwing back her head laughing.
"We do what we must do to survive, girlfriend," she said. "No one but a fat, old, horny Caucasian man wants a black woman, not even a black man. What I was giving away for free after someone spent twenty dollars on me for a nice dinner, they now pay me hundreds of dollars to play."
Simone looked at her with a satisfied smile while Carmen looked at her with shock.
"I can't do that," said Carmen shaking her head. "I could never do that. I could never live with myself. Eww. That's so gross having some stranger's dick in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy,' said Carmen waving her hand as if waving down a bus.
She looked at Simone with new eyes.
"Just as I couldn't have sex with just anyone, I couldn't prostitute myself for money. I could never look my children in the eyes, knowing that I was a hooker,' she said. "I'd be so embarrassed and ashamed if they ever discovered that I sucked and fucked strangers cocks to earn a living."
Simone shrugged.
"It's just a job Carmen. It's no big deal. If you've sucked and fucked one cock, you've sucked them all," said Simone with another shrug while looking at her fancy fingernails. "If it wasn't for me hooking, I couldn't afford to live uptown. I couldn't afford to get my hair done and maintain my manicure, never mind go shopping for clothes and shoes."
As if she needed that to not prostitute herself, Carmen shook her head while looking up at Simone as if she was suddenly thinking about prostitution as a way to earn the money she needed.
"I could never have sex for money," said Carmen softly as if she was thinking about having sex with men for money.
Knowing the whore that she was as an 18-year-old blowjob queen in high school, Simone laughed at Carmen's newfound, moral modesty.
"Don't be stupid Carmen. Caucasian people prostitute themselves every day while working at a job they hate for the sake of a paycheck and health insurance benefits. They earn much less money than what I make hustling my black ass part-time on the street," she said.
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Carmen looked at her friend as if she was a counselor at the Welfare Office.
"Answer me this, Carmen," she said moving her finger through the air with her words. "How would your children feel if you were homeless, hungry, and living on the street?"
Carmen nodded her head.
"I don't know Simone. I just don't know. I never thought about prostituting myself," she said.
She looked up at Simone with her hair done, her fingers manicured, and wearing a beautiful outfit with expensive, new shoes.
"I mean the idea of having sex with different men, depending on the man and the amount of money he paid me to have sex with him, is as sexually exciting as it is sexually repulsive and morally reprehensive," she said. "I just don't know how to do it." She looked up at Simone. "How do you do it?"
Simone laughed.
"Say what? You don't know how to do it?" She laughed again. "It's easy," said Simone with a laugh while hiking up her short skirt to expose her shapely black thighs and white, bikini, panty clad pussy.
She laughed again.
"I spread my legs, open my mouth, and hold out my hand. That's how I do it. I could never make the amount of money that I earn working a 9-5 job at an hourly wage not much higher than minimum," she said. "Also, unlike so many other prostitutes, not wasting my money on putting things up my nose, I don't do drugs. Moreover, my pimp even takes care of my medical bills and my bail should I be arrested."
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Carmen laughed.
"Yeah, well, you're tall and beautiful Simone. I'd even pay you to have sex with me," said Carmen with a laugh. "What man would pay me, a short, overweight, Hispanic woman to have sex with him?"
She stared up at Simone as if thinking about prostituting herself.
"Overweight? You're not overweight. I wish I had your curvaceously, shapely figure," she said looking around. "Come with me for a minute. Step in my office," she said with a laugh while leading Carmen down a back alley and into a doorway.
After looking to see if they were alone in the alley, Simone reached her hand out to feel Carmen's big tits, first one and then the other. Women feel other women's breasts differently than do men. Women don't grab and grope. They feel them with gentle, sexual seduction.
As if they're feeling for the perfect melon at a produce counter, their feels are more quality feels instead of sexual feels. Women are more considerate and gentler, as if giving a breast massage. Adding to Carmen's sexual pleasure, Simone had sensuous hands instead of sexual hands.
Carmen looked down at Simone's hands and watched her feeling her breasts. Immediately, her big nipples erected and her pussy moistened. Carmen was becoming sexually aroused from Simone feeling her breasts through her clothes. Then, as if she was going to kiss her, Carmen looked up at Simone as if she wanted to be kissed. With her horny enough to have sex with a woman, after not having had sex in a while, Carmen looked up at her face with big, brown, sexually aroused eyes.
"You should at least buy me dinner before feeling me up," said Carmen with a breathless laugh. "It's been a long time since anyone has touched me like that," she said staring down at Simone's black hands before looking deeply in Simone's big, dark eyes. She continued staring at Simone's hands feeling her breasts and fingering her erect nipples through her blouse and bra. "You're making me wet."
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No doubt, taking Carmen's words as encouragement to continue, Simone continued feeling Carmen's massive tits especially when her big nipples made their impression through her blouse and bra.
"You'd make a pile of money with tits like these Carmen. So big, so full, and so firm, I wish I had your tits. I wish I had your big nipples," she said finally removing her hand from Carmen's breasts.
She took a step back to look at the huge impressions her tits made in her blouse.
"Show me your tits, Carmen," said Simone. "I want to see them."
