Gang Whore - Part 13 (Patreon)

I followed as they walked down a flight of stairs into a dark dungeon like bar. The beat of rap music pulsated in the background.  A pungent, musky aroma of marijuana assaulted my nostrils as I gazed through a haze of smoke. Scantily dressed girls of various races were flirting their “ass-ets” for strong young men, most of whom wore the same colored bandanas as had Javon.  But none of the girls were as white or as old as Michelle, or had as much flesh exposed.

The chatter gradually died down as more and more people noted our presence.  Clearly, we were a novelty.  The young men stared lewdly at Michelle, lust in their eyes as they surveyed all the girlish flesh she was wantonly displaying.  Conversely, the young ladies-of-the-night glared at her with utter disdain, clearly not appreciating the new competition.

Javon pointed to a small table off to the side telling me, “Sit there.  You and your slut wife be safe as long as you don’t interfere.  You agreed your wife my hoe tonight.  Too late to change your mind now. She gonna to see what being a hoe is really about.”

I heard demeaning comments directed at me and my wife as Javon made his way over to a table. Michelle was still in tow, draped on his arm like a child clinging to her Daddy for protection.

A male voice said, “Well lookie here at what Javon found. Some nice juicy white meat.”

“Oh what do you want with a fat old cow like that.  She old enough to be my granny.” Replied a female.

“She may be old, but she ain’t fat.  I like my bitches nice and thick.  You see the way this slut wiggles and jiggles?  More importantly, she one hell of a good cocksucker.” Replied Javon.

Then he turned to me, “Ain’t that right white boy?”

I was at a loss for words and just shrugged my shoulders.

Javon continued, “This boy here is the slut’s husband.  Answer me, boy!  Aren’t you going to help the mother of your children try to sell all her holes to strangers?”

I felt all eyes turn to me and blushed, but still hesitated.  Another male voice then spoke up, ending the tension but ratcheting up my embarrassment.

“Oh, he don’t know.  I bet she doesn’t even suck his cock.  Does she?”

I shook my head, admitting she didn’t.  The whole bar burst out laughing.

Javon then said, “Well you can get one now.”

He continued after a short pause.  “For $20.”

Again the bar burst into laughter.