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Her Quest
(Author Unknown)

     About mid-morning there was a knock at the door.  I open the door expecting it to be the lady down stairs needing a babysitter. I was wrong.  It was Detective Marsh and his partner, Roy something. I felt a bolt of fear shoot through me.  I thought they were going to renege on the deal.

     "Relax, sugar," Marsh. "Me and Roy just dropped by to see if you were willing to make some money."

     "How...what kind of money?" I asked still shaking from the scare.

     "All us really like the pussy yesterday," Marsh said. "We could tell you liked getting blacked so we were thinkin' you might like to turn some tricks and make some real money."

     "I'm not a whore!" I yelled. "How dare you."

     "Of course you ain't a whore," Marsh said. "We all know that but selling dope is dangerous and you make peanuts. Sport fucking can bring in some real money."

     I was pissed but I was also horny and horny won out.  I needed fucking and I knew those two were up to the task.  I told Marsh I would have to think about turning tricks and invited them in for coffee.

     "You did like fucking us, didn't you?" Marsh asked once they were seated at the table and coffee poured.

     "Yeah, I won't lie about it," I said. "I did like it just fine."

     "What if I told you the boys all chipped in and sent you some money?" Marsh asked laying some bills on the table. "It's only fifty bucks each but just think that you could make five or six hundreds a day...well, nights some times. Hell that's serious money, honey. Fucking and getting paid for it.  That's a pretty good deal."

     That day I fucked both Marsh and Roy.  First Marsh than Roy and then my first ever threesome.  Until that day I wasn't a fan of ass-fucking but they converted me. When Marsh put his big black cock in my pussy and Roy had his in my ass I fainted for a few minutes.

     Before they left Marsh said I could have made four hundred dollars if I had been working. That was a hell of a lot more than I was making working at odd jobs and whatever I could find.

     "You think about it and I'll check back in a few days," Marsh said and handed me a hundred dollar bill.  He said it was a sample.

     The first thing Bobby noticed when he came home was the money.  It wasn't an accident.  I wanted...needed him to see it but I wasn't sure why.

     "Where did you get the money?" he asked. "Did you peddle some weed today?"

     "No," I said. "Bobby, I need to tell you I had sex with some cops today and they paid me. Well, some of it is for yesterday."

     "The black cops you fucked yesterday?" I nodded.  "You went out to meet them?"  

     "No, they, two of them came here," I said.

     "You fucked them on my bed?" he yelled.

     "Where else was I going to fuck them, Bobby?" I asked him. "The floor was too dirty. Now listen to this, he, Marsh, offered me a job...kind of a job.  He said I could make a lot of dough tricking. What do you think?"

     Bobby looked like he was having trouble understanding the language.  He looked at me then the money he was holding and back and forth for a long time.

     "What do I think?" he said after a time. "What do I think?  Well, I think you sold your ass too cheap. Four dudes yesterday and two today and all you have is three hundred bucks. That's only fifty dollars each. Let's take some of this money and go out to eat tonight."

     "So," Bobby said a while later after we had pigged out on barbecued spareribs. "You goina do this?  Peddle your ass, I mean."

     "I don't know, Bobby," I said. "We sure could use some more money. Selling dope is too risky."

     "Selling pussy could also be risky," Bobby said. We left the restaurant and walked the three blocks back to the apartment. "Selling pussy to cops at a discount might minimize some of the risk, I guess." We didn't discuss it again until we were in bed. 

     "I'm not sure I like thinking of myself as a whore," I said.

     "Bullshit," Bobby said laughing. "You loved getting that black cock shoved in your cunt and you know it."