The Prostitute
1904 Crawling Rock Louisiana.
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Mary had a hot skillet of cornbread and a pot of spicy beans on the stove, awaiting Bo Dallas when he approached her small shack. He walked with hunched shoulders that pulled up once he noticed her stare.
Biting her lip and tilting her head to the side, Mary admired his long stride to the porch. He bent his tall frame to give her a heated kiss, which was worth the few hours she spared to prepare his meal.
"Sure smells good," Bo rasped, letting his enormous, calloused palm brush over her narrow shoulder, "And you look just as good in this dress."
Mary smirked. The clingy black material against her bronze skin could barely be called a dress. The material tightened around her flat tummy showing off her narrow waist and barely covering her plump ass.
Bo grinned, "Did you dress up for me?"
"No. I was planning to go to Mel's and make me some money," Mary eyed his downward expression.
"But..." She added slowly, teasing the fabric and riding it up to reveal the sweet spot between her thighs, "I think I'd rather entertain the famous Bo Dallas."
Bashfully, Bo shook his head, "Ain't nothing special about me, woman," he shrugged, "I understand you need to work, so I won't get in your way. I ain't got nothing to offer. I sent my last few coins down south."
"I ain't pestering you for nothing, darlin'. I haven't charged you a dime in 15 years. I still remember that night," she smiled, dragging his large hand downward to her swollen breast, " I was your first and you were shaking like a leaf. But you fucked the hell out of me and ain't touched another whore since. Right?"
Bo avoided her stare. His jealousy over her lifestyle and a new brothel opening across the lake had brought him to cheat. Mary should have been enough, but his heart craved more than being used as a sexual device.
"I...." his voice cracked, "Well, me and the men we, sometimes, we go across the lake and...."
"Oh, I've heard," Mary quickly brought her hand up to slap his jaw, "You can't spare me and your 'daughter' any of that hardworking money, but you can flaunt it to those light-skinned tramps across town," she barked.
"Mary you know I... sometimes I get too drunk and...." Bo shook his head, "It ain't nothing to it."
"Sounds like something to me."
"I'm sorry, baby, can I come in and make it up to you?"
"Why don't you go across the lake for some sex," Mary said with a pout.
"I ain't never had any woman ride me like you and you know it," Bo gruffed.
His calloused palms glazed over her scantily clad outfit to her toned thighs. He lifted the fabric and touched her delicate skin, inducing goosebumps to spread across both arms. Regardless of her hard feelings, he was a strong healthy Bull that she couldn't wait to ride.
"You've been a bad boy," Mary brought his finger into her mouth, performing a tongue twirl against his tip, "But, you're still my boy, ain't you, Bo?"
Bo sheepishly nodded. It was something in her hypnotic gaze that brought him to mush. When Mary veered around to go inside, he got a delicious view of her bare brown asscheeks.
"Come on, I bet you're starving," she chuckled.
Bo smiled and knew a night of food and fucking awaited him. He was also giddy about sleeping in a comfortable bed. Most nights he spent in the labor house--a disgusting four-story home that had survived the destructive war.
The home was beyond repair, but the towns folk revised it enough to house Bo and the dozen other black men, who had traveled back east for work. He hated it there and looked forward to staying the night with Mary and her daughter.
Bo scarfed down the hot meal, then gave a meager fuck on his part. After a week's work, his body was flimsy, making it hard to satisfy his woman. Mary didn't take it to heart and cuddled his large body. He was her peace and the only man she considered a friend. The fact that she was slowly losing his devotion made her desperate to keep him close.
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The sunlight crept through the cracks in the one-room shack, and Bo slowly opened his eyes. He turned to his side away from Mary and quickly found another comfortable position behind her daughter, Tish.
Tish loved her Daddy Bo and her body quickly molded to him. Upon feeling his heat, her narrow hips twitched under the covers. She awoke in a horny state and shifted until her ass was right upon his limp cock. Giving another teasing toss, she awoke his manhood to a dangerous peak.
"Daddy," she whispered, tilting her head to the side, "I want to play."
"Go back to sleep, baby doll, this is my only day off and I am tired," he explained in a hushed tone.
"You want me, Daddy, I can feel it."
There was nothing he could do about that. His attraction to her was prevailing since Mary had introduced the idea of them being intimate. He had taken Tish slowly that night and attempted to open her pussy up to his liking. She had loved the painful pleasure and he had always loved her.
"Can you finger me while I suck you, Daddy?" Her silky soft tone rang out in a whisper.
Ignoring her tease, Bo sighed and wrapped his arms around her chest, locking her in a snuggle.
The close contact with his warm body sent shivers down her spine. Tish retained hardly any control over her desires. It was an intense feeling every time her cookie was dampened for sex. Her breathing was ragged with appetite and it increased as her hands clenched his hairy arm.
"Mmm, Daddy, I need it," she huffed, pressing back on his cock.
Bo was hesitant. He and Tish had never been intimate without Mary's supervision. He couldn't deny his arousal poking briskly against her butt. Her small frame was tempting with each switch of her cheeks.
"Baby doll, we have to wait. Your mama ain't up yet," he reasoned, drifting his ebony fingers across her tanned cheek.
Tish was a beauty, almost too stunning to be hidden away in the marsh. Bo loved her like his own daughter and thought she deserved better. If he had any say in her future, he would marry her off to a colored businessman, like the ones he had met in his travels. But Mary had other plans for her daughter and encouraging her sexuality was one.
Bo sighed with relief as her grind subsided, but then noted her soft whimpers. Knowing she was playing between her legs, sent his cock to press harder against her back.
Tish knew her tease was wrong and her mother would be betrayed by her acts. But her loins were on fire and she couldn't stop. Scrubbing harder against her clit, she shifted the covers from her lap.
Bo eyed her folds glistening against the sparkling sunlight. Tish was wet as water akin to her mother's moisture. Softly, he pushed away her hand, replacing his finger between her puffy lips. He eased up and down and watched her body curl with passion. Her sticky button trembled with arousal.
"Mm, hmm, right there, Daddy," she moaned, leaning up for a kiss.
"Shh, be still, baby doll," he urged, slowly hunching to kiss her beige lips.
Their communion was gentle but soon built to a fiery pace. His pink tongue stirred more of her fervor while his finger caused a puddle that dripped down her crack. He held his tongue out and she slurped it like a cock on the brink of an explosion.
"Hmm, uhmm..." Her chest heaved with a blissful cessation.
Bo noted her torso hunch up and slowed his pace until her body relaxed back. His lips shuffled around her flushed face.
"Do you feel better, Baby doll?"
