Chapter 3
Yvonne could feel Christopher's cock losing some of its urgent rigidity almost immediately-thus offering her cunt lips and her inner pussy walls their first chance to relax in what felt to her like ages.
They caught their breath together. Their chests were heaving on one another. After collapsing on top of her, following the end of his orgasm, Christopher lifted his upper torso once again so that his chest hairs were tickling the feminine erections at the tips of her tits.
They listened to their heartbeats slow together.
They felt their steamy perspiration cool together.
Christopher left his cock inside her pussy for a long time and wiggled it around even as it deflated, even as the hot blood of his masculine arousal pumped back out of his cock head and cock stalk.
Christopher Adamms was already only semi-erect, and he could tell that his pecker was well in its way toward full flaccidity inside Yvonne's poontang.
The tall and handsome writer finally did pull his cock out of the little girl's pussy. He rolled over.
He was on his back. At her side.
The blonde and muscular journalist's hand rested on the inside of Yvonne Craig's thigh. He squeezed her flesh.
Her skin, Christopher noticed, was hot to the touch.
Her tits continued to heave up and down on her chest in the most delightful fashion as she caught her breath.
"You know what that was, Christopher?" Yvonne Craig asked.
"What?"
"That was one fucking fantastic fuck!" Yvonne said.
"I agree."
"At times like this I wish I smoked cigarettes," she said. He laughed.
"Do you know how many times you made me come?" she asked. "How many?"
"About a million zillion trillion times," she said.
"That's a lot."
"Uh huh! I know you only came once," Yvonne Craig said. "True."
"It doesn't seem fair somehow," Yvonne said with a sigh.
"What doesn't?"
"That I came so often and you only came once," Yvonne said.
"It is different for guys, don't worry," Christopher said.
"You seem funny, strange, now that you are appeased."
"That's because I have a confession to make," he said.
"Is this REALLY your first time with a hooker?" Yvonne Craig asked.
"No, that's not it. It has to do with WHY I am here."
"You ain't a cop, are you, Christopher?" Yvonne asked.
"No, no, no, nothing like that," Christopher Adamms said.
"What then?"
"You don't have the money to pay me, maybe?" she asked.
"I will pay you, tip you nicely too, I might add."
"I should learn to get the money up front, I think."
"I tend to agree with you. You can't trust folks."
"I trust you," Yvonne Craig said. Christopher sensed her sincerity.
"Well, I am using you, Yvonne," Christopher said.
"Using me? Ummmmmmmmm, use me up!" Yvonne exclaimed.
"You, you are my human guinea pig," Christopher said.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Yvonne said. She sat up abruptly, her tits remaining high up on her chest.
"It means that I am a writer, a researcher, actually. I am working on a book about sex," Christopher said.
"Wow, tell me about it," Yvonne Craig said, fascinated.
"It is a scientific analysis of the sex lives of American women, by ethnic group. I have just begun my chapter on black girls," Christopher Adamms said.
"Hey, that's great! Are you going to put me in your book?"
"Oh absolutely! So far my research on black girls has been most pleasant," Christopher Adamms said.
"Do I smell okay, I mean, compared to white girls?"
"Why do you ask?"
"A lot of customers complain about my odor, they say I smell funkier than white women do," Yvonne Craig said.
"That's ridiculous. You smell BETTER I think," Christopher said.
"Thanks."
"I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I asked you a few questions," Christopher said.
"Ask me anything you like," Yvonne Craig said eagerly.
"I will pay you for your time, of course," Christopher said.
"I appreciate it. I ain't rich, you know," Yvonne said.
"How long have you been a prostitute, Yvonne?" Christopher asked.
"Ever since I was thirteen years old," Yvonne replied.
"What made you go into the business?" Christopher asked. "My father."
"He forced you to go to become a hooker?" Christopher asked.
"Indirectly. He died and we needed money. It was just me and Mom."
"What did your mother do?"
"She became a hooker too, but she died last year too."
"How?"
"She caught the illness, withered away to nothing, and then she was gone," Yvonne Craig said sadly.
"I'm sorry."
"I'll grow out of it," Yvonne Craig said.
"Do you enjoy sex with your Johns?" Christopher asked.
"Sure. Always. I always enjoy it. I don't always get off, but it always feels good," the black hooker said.
"How many times do you fuck during the course of an average day?"
"Twenty-five, thirty times. No, no, no, some of those are blow jobs, maybe a third, figure it out," she said.
Christopher Adamms had fetched a small notebook and was scribbling into it with the blunt tip of a pencil.
He wrote down fifteen to twenty as the answer to the question.
"I don't think I am an average black girl," Yvonne said.
"You aren't supposed to be. After I interview many it will all balance out. All of the black girls I interview put together will become an average black girl," Christopher Adamms said casually.
"I see. Do you fuck all the girls you interview?"
"Not always. Sometimes they won't let me," Christopher said.
"I find that hard to believe," Yvonne Craig exclaimed.
"There are white girls who are frightened of my prick."
"Yeah, everyone knows that black guys have big pricks. I guess it only figured that black chicks got big cunts."
"Nature does have a way of working these things out. I was going to ask you about black men's cocks, Yvonne."
"Bigger than white men? Sure. They aren't always better lovers, though."
"No."
"Some of them stick it in and squirt. I mean, who the fuck cares how big it is if that's all I get."
"I can see your point," Christopher Adamms responded.
"Oriental men tend to be littler, and they aren't so great in the sack either," Yvonne Craig said.
"Who are your favorite lovers?" Christopher asked.
"Writers," Yvonne said.
"Seriously," Christopher Adamms said with a slight blush.
"Europeans, I guess. French men. Greeks. Spanish guys. I mean real Spanish guys. From Spain. I'm not talking about Puerto Ricans."
"Do you have things you won't do for a customer?"
"I only have things my customer can't afford," Yvonne said.
"Then, what you are saying, is that you will do anything for a price, is that it?" Christopher Adamms asked.
"Right. I won't star in a snuff film though," she said.
"I don't blame you."
"And I won't play any games that I can play only once, if you know what I mean," the black hooker said.
"No maiming. I understand. Anything else?" he asked.
"That's about it. I have been kinky in just about every way."
"You have been bound for sex?" Christopher asked.
"Sure."
"You have had your mouth gagged while being fucked?"
"I have had my mouth gagged with cock meat while being fucked."
"Then you do take on more than one man at a time?"
"Sure. The more the merrier. The bigger the bill, too."
"What is the most guys you ever took on at once."
"Three."
"You took one cock in each of your holes, Yvonne?"
"That's right. One in my mouth, one in my cunt and one up my hot ass-hole," Yvonne Craig said with a sigh.
"You sound as if that is a pleasant memory," Christopher said.
"It was. I came like a nuclear bomb!" Yvonne exclaimed.
"How long have you been a hooker, Yvonne?" he asked.
"Is that a discreet way of asking me how old I am."
"Yes."
"I have been a hooker for eight and a half years."
"So you are twenty-one," Christopher Adamms commented.
"Almost twenty-two. Twenty-two in September," she said.
"Have you ever allowed men to beat you for money?"
"Yeah, back in the early days I ran into that a lot."
"Why do you think things have changed?" he asked.
"I switched neighborhoods. Brooklyn was filled with sickies."
"Do you have a pimp?" Christopher Adamms inquired.
"No. That was the problem in Brooklyn. A girl can get away with not having a pimp as long as her customers don't know she doesn't have one. They get mean once they realize there is no nigger with a knife ready to slit them if they mistreat me," she said.
"That's a horrible comment on human nature, Yvonne."
"True. But that's the way it is. My experience anyway."
"Did you enjoy being beaten by these men?" Christopher asked.
"No way. I have known girls who did like it though."
"Masochists."
"That's right. They liked only brutish Johns with tattoos, you know."
"I see. What sort of things were you beaten with?"
"Straps, whips, paddles. They were spankings mostly."
"The blows were limited to the cheeks of your ass?"
"Usually, but not always. They beat my back. My legs."
"That is criminal," Christopher Adamms said, sounding shocked.
"I wasn't in a position to run and get a policeman."
"I guess not. What sort of whips were used on you?"
"I'm no expert. Cats of nine tails, riding crops, you name it."
"Were these men from the neighborhood in Brooklyn?"
"No, they were rich men who picked me up in limos."
"Then they would take you out of the neighborhood to mistreat you?"
"That's right. I got taken up to the Bronx a few times, to a hotel where the walls are soundproofed. "
"So no one would hear your screams of pain?" Christopher asked.
"That's right. It's a sick world, Christopher," she said.
"What's the sickest thing that anyone ever did to you?"
"Other than just beating me up?" Yvonne Craig asked.
"Besides that," Christopher said, his pencil hovering over his page.
"Well, there was one guy wanted me to be his toilet."
"What, exactly, does that mean, Yvonne?" he asked.
"It means the guy had to take a leak and didn't feel like going to the John," Yvonne said, wincing.
The black hooker couldn't believe that she was sharing her deepest, darkest secrets with this man.
The Negro prostitute feared that she might be falling in love with this writer, this Christopher Adamms.
"So he pissed all over you?" Christopher asked quickly.
"He pissed in my mouth and made me drink it," she said.
"I assume that you charged him extra for that," he said.
"We negotiated a price before I let him empty his bladder."
"If I may be so bold, how much did you--? " Christopher started to say.
"Twenty clams," Yvonne Craig said, before he could finish his sentence.
"Did you enjoy the flavor of the man's urine?" he asked.
"Hell no. It burned my tongue and my throat and my belly."
"What happened after you were through drinking his piss?"
"I crawled on my hands and knees into his bathroom."
"What did you do once you were in there, Yvonne?"
"I barfed up the piss into the toilet," Yvonne said.
"So the piss ended up in the toilet anyway," he said.
"Yeah, it just got there the hard way," Yvonne replied.
"What other strange things have happened to you?"
"I knew a guy who loved to fantasize about nurses."
"Yes? Tell me about this man?" Christopher asked.
"He was an older man, almost sixty, I guess," she said.
"What did this older man like to do to you?" he asked.
"He took me to his apartment and made me dress like a nurse."
"In a white starched uniform?" Christopher Adamms asked.
"That's right. With the little hat pinned on my head and everything. Only I wore nothing underneath. "
"I see."
"The guy liked to have me give him enemas and then finger out my ass-hole in the tub," Yvonne Craig said.
"That was it?"
"No, after I was through he would give ME an enema."
"Did you enjoy having your bowels purged, Yvonne?"
"Ummmmmmm, yummy! It felt great," Yvonne Craig said.
"What did he do after he cleaned out your ass?" he asked.
"He took me Greek-style, right up the poop-chute, fucking me wildly until he came inside my bowels!"
"You sound as if you found it quite an erotic experience."
"It was. Once he made me come and shit at the same time."
"He diddled you as he allowed you to release the water?"
"That's right. He had his ringer on my clitty!" she said.
"It seems like it would impossible to come and shit together."
"I thought so too-until it happened to me," she said.
Christopher's pencil worked furiously across the paper.
"Do you consider yourself good at sucking cock?" he asked.
"Giving skull? Yeah, I am VERY good at it," she said.
"What do you think the secret to your success is?"
"I could show you, lover," Yvonne Craig said with a wink.
"Maybe later. Right now I want you to tell me," he said.
"I am tender and patient and I know how to suck HARD!"
"I see."
"My mouth can be like a human vacuum cleaner," she said.
"The same could be said of your cunt, sweetheart."
"Thank you. I have heard my ass-hole sucks too," she said.
"So that's the secret to giving good blow jobs, sucking hard?"
"I don't just give run of the mill blow jobs, Christopher."
"What do you give?" Christopher Adamms inquired quickly.
"I allow men to fuck my face," the black hooker said.
"You offer your throat as well as your mouth?" he asked.
"Right. I have learned to take cocks into my gullet."
"It sounds like it would hurt a lot," Christopher said.
"It did, at first, but I trained myself to relax."
"How did you go about doing that, Yvonne?" he asked.
"I told myself that I was a sword-swallower," she said.
"You mean like the ones they have in the circus?"
"That's right. I found out I could charge extra for throat."
"That must have helped you relax some," Christopher said.
"It sure did. Now I enjoy offering my throat," she said.
"It no longer hurts at all?" Christopher inquired.
"Not a bit. It feels good," Yvonne Craig said eagerly. "Wow."
"I love being penetrated by cock meat, no matter which hole is being fucked. I have known ever since I was a very little girl that I was going to grow up to be the sort of woman who enjoyed being fucked in all three of her holes," Yvonne Craig said.
"The ass-hole too?"
"ESPECIALLY the ass-hole."
"How does it feel when you get fucked in the ass?"
"Great-almost as good as when I get fucked in the cunt."
"But you orgasm multiply when getting fucked in the cunt."
"I have multiple orgasms when getting buggered too."
"How so?"
"I come inside my ass. I thought all girls did," she said.
"No, I've never even heard of anal orgasm before."
"And you call yourself a sex researcher!" she said.
Christopher laughed.
"Maybe you are just different from other girls, Yvonne."
"Maybe I am better!"
"Maybe it is a trait found only in black women," he said.
"That could be true. You'll find out before me," she said.
"We've talked about you being used by sadists-" he said.
"Yes? I don't think I want to talk more about that."
"I was going to ask if you have ever had a masochist for a customer."
"That guy who dressed me like a nurse dug pain," she said.
"Was there anyone else?" Christopher queried quietly.
"Sure. A lot of guys feel they need punishment," she said.
"And you gave them the punishment they desired?" he asked.
"You bet."
"For a price?"
"For a price."
"You beat them?"
"Sometimes. I gave a few spankings. I have never used a whip."
"These men wanted to be spanked with your hand?" he asked.
"That's right, on their bare asses," Yvonne Craig said.
"Did they tell you why they desired these spankings?"
"No, but I figured it out on my own," she replied.
"What conclusion did you come to?" Christopher asked.
"These were men who were hung up on their mothers."
"I see," Christopher Adamms said with a slow nod.
"They wanted to be treated like small children," she said.
"Uh huh," Christopher said, writing the whole time.
"One guy liked me to make him wear diapers," she said.
"Infantilism!" Christopher Adamms exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Whatever you want to call it, Christopher," she said.
"Did they say anything while you spanked these men?"
"They screamed, MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! DON'T HIT ME SO HARD! HIT ME HARDER! DON'T HIT ME SO HARD! HARDER! It was silly."
"Do you have any idea what made these men desire this?"
"I think it had to do with the pressures of adult life."
"How so?"
"These men make important decisions every day. They have demanding jobs that are leading them on the road to heart-attacks. They yearn for a time when they were just bad little boys who were not allowed to make any decisions at all for themselves. They yearn for a time when they had NO freedom of choice. It is not freedom of choice they want any longer. They have had to much of that already. What they are doing is seeking freedom FROM choice."
"You know what, Yvonne Craig?" Christopher said with a smile.
"What's that?" Yvonne asked, looking into his blue eyes.
"I think you are wise beyond your years," he replied.
She kissed his mouth. They rolled their tongues together.
Then Yvonne Craig lowered her head into Christopher Adamms' lap. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and she began to suck. She could feel his cock getting hard again. She fingered his balls and it was music in her ears when she heard him moan with his rekindled lust.
The more she moved her lips on the cock, the harder it got.
And the harder his cock got, The more Christopher moaned with his rapidly mounting pleasure.