"Doorjam"( MF M-solo )


She was a little ways up from the rest.  That was the one he wanted.

"No, get her."  He pointed.  "Call her over here."

The ugly one in his window stood up and called to her.  He didn't catch the name,
but he watched her walk through the headlights to his car.  She was a tall one. 
Great body, legs forever.  She was split way high.  He growled like a cat to
himself.

"You a cop?"  She was even hot up close. She had pretty eyes beneath the mascara,
and full, curvaceous lips.

"Nope."

"Fifty gets you head, another fifty gets you more."

"Get in."

She crossed back in front of his car.  Wow. Blond, cute face, tight butt,
stacked.  He looked forward to this one.  He could tell she liked him too.  At
least he wasn't some ugly black guy or wino trick that she probably usually got
stuck with.  He followed the length of her leg in the dim domelight as she hopped
in and slammed the door.  The yellow miniskirt didn't hide much as she sat.

He threw it into drive.  "What's your name, sweetie?"

"Jerri.  And yours?"

"You can call me Carl.  How are you doing tonight, sugar?"

"We'll find out, huh?"  The hooker chuckled low and sensuous.  "Rental car,
Carl?"

"Hell yeah!  You think I would buy a piece of shit like this?"  They pulled back
on the main boulevard where he saw the string of  motels just a block away.  "You
sure are foxy for a hooker, Jerri.  I can't wait to fuck you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I've had gutter sluts like you before, but you're a lot better than most
of them. Can't see how you pretty ones fall into this racket.  Why you ain't
fucking the daylights out of some rich guy instead."  He put on his turn signal. 
"But you will tonight.  Over and over."

"Don't go into this one!" she started.  "Don't go into any of these!  The cops
have been sitting on all of them this week.  Keep going! Keep going!"

"OK, baby, OK.  Gees."

"There's a place coming up pretty soon.  I'll tell you where."

"All right, darling, calm down.  You're going to make it worth my while anyways,
aren't you?"

"Uh, yes."

"Sure you will.  Baby's gonna suck my cock, suck it real good.  I bet you're good
at sucking cocks.  Right?  Aren't you?"

"Mm-hm."

"Yeah, I bet you're a good little cockwhore, aren't you?  Good at hard sucking. 
Sucking, and getting them ready.  All wet and cummy and ready to fuck.  That's
what you like, right?"

"Yeah, baby."

"Yeah, you're gonna make me all hard, then I'll fuck you, put it to your pussy,
real slow. The way you like it.  Until we both cum.  I'll take you with me, baby.
 I'll fuck you good. Right, baby?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Say 'I can't wait to fuck you.'  Say it."

"I can't wait to fuck you."

"Say 'I need my pussy fucked.'"

"I need my pussy fucked."

"Again.  Say it."

"I need my pussy fucked."

"Good.  Say 'Please lick my sloppy pussy.'"

"Please lick my sloppy pussy."

"And I will, too.  I love eating pussy, and if you fuck good, I'll eat you out,
even if you are a whore.  Where the hell is this place anyway?"

"Make a right up here."  They turned.  "It's at the light."

"Good.  Cockwhore.   Slut.  Cunt."

"Mmmm," she moaned.

"Soon, baby."

"Soon, baby."

He blew the light and pulled into the motel across the intersection.  It was
small, and only a little rattier than the other ones.  He pulled in at an angle,
taking three spaces. "Hang tight, honey."

An old scumbag was watching a black-and- white TV in the dark behind the caged
window.

"I want something for four hours."

"Twenty-five," the geezer droned.  His eyes never moved away from the blue glow
of the late show.

Carl pushed the cash through the hole above the counter, careful to hold the
bills beneath his palm until the dullard dropped the key upon the counter, then
snapped it up and bounded out of the office.

She was waiting outside the car, smoothing her skirt.  Nice set of cans, the way
they filled her halter-top, and their shape in the glare and shadow of the
stoplight.  He made straight for the room and nodded her over.

The click of her heels was right behind him when he reached the door.  In the
dark he fumbled to fit the key in the lock.  Her hand reached around and tugged
at his fly.  They growled dirty laughs.  By the time he got the damned thing
open, his pants were at his knees.

He stumbled inside.  She followed, and in the time he turned to shut the door,
she had his jockeys down his legs.

"Get out of these," she breathily ordered. "Get them off!"  She was wrenching at
his pants like a madwoman.  She almost knocked him off balance while he bent to
pull off his shoes.  His pants were pulled away, and he stood facing the door in
only his shirt and socks.

A hand squeezed against his bare ass.  "Play with yourself," she hissed. 
Suddenly, he was slammed into the door.  A sharp object pressed at the soft spot
beneath his ear. "Do it!  Jerk off for me, motherfucker."

Then just as he was about to spin and nail the broad, the knife flicked expertly
at his earlobe.  He shouted in shock and pain.  The point returned ominously to
his throat.

"Do it!" she spat.  His shoulder grew warmer. "Both hands."  A red trickle rolled
down the front of his shirt.  "Go on."

"Look, I don't want no hassle," he stammered and looked straight ahead. "How
about if I give you the cash right now?  I'll give you double.  I'm not looking
for any . . ."

"No need to be nervous, honey."  The knife pressed threateningly.  "You can play
in front of your gutterslut, right?"

"Uh, right."

"Mm-hm.  Get busy, then, hotstuff."

Although he felt like peeing, he reached down with trembling hands.  He planted
his head on the door because he thought he might pass out.  He steadied one hand
by firmly grasping the base of his still-erect cock.  The other hand took his
swollen head in its palm and began furiously pumping.  He wanted to get this over
with.

The tip was wet with pre-cum, and fluid leaked into his hand and was spread all
along the length of his shaft.  She immediately heard the sloppy sounds of
masturbation.

"That's good.  Keep going, pig."

He rubbed harder and faster.  It was difficult to concentrate.  The knife pushed
insistently behind his ear.  He closed his eyes.  He couldn't see his dick
beneath his hanging shirttails, anyway.

"Come on, jerk it off, studboy.  You are a studboy, aren't you?  Aren't you?"

"Yes," he whimpered.

He clenched his eyes shut, and kept pulling on himself, until, yes, he could feel
it.  His ass cheeks tightened as he felt the cum stirring within him.  That
familiar feeling--the warm jism was floodng into a reservoir beneath his cock--it
had never brought so much relief to him as it did now.  A little further.

"Let's go, pig, you're starting to bore me!"

A few hard squeezes, and he could feel the sperm rise through his cock.  His hips
bucked back as the cum reached his head, then shot through his fingers.

"Good slut," she cooed contemptuously.  "Yes, very good."

He reflexively milked his penis, until the first few hard shots gave way to a
sticky dribbling on his fingers.  His body fell limp on the door, his cheek
pressed squarely against it.

"Down!"  She kicked the back of his knees in. He weakly sank to the floor.  His
face rested on the cum-dripping door.  "Now, lick it.  All of it.  Lick it off."

He paused, then languidly turned to the door and dipped his tongue to the fluid
running down the dirty, peeling door.  It was cold and slimy against the door,
and he traced its path down slowly.  He tasted it, until his tongue was swimming
in greasy saltiness, but mostly he mopped the stuff with his face and hair,
fighting the urge to wretch.

"All of it, that's right."

He bent as he neared the bottom.  Suddenly, a sharp pain, and white light.  He
reeled over, clutching his head in a fetal ball, rocking spasmodically in shock. 
Blood trickled through the fingers, and also ran down the edge of the open door,
still shaking from the blow.  She was gone, his pants and wallet were gone,
everything was gone.