A Hairy Whore
I can’t remember how it all started but a few of the guys at the plant and I regularly get together to compare notes on some of the babes we’ve met lately who actually have hairy pussies.
Years ago hairy pussies were quite normal but these days every chick you see looks like a poorly plucked chicken and that just about turns me … and the guys right off. So we look for hairy chicks and then share notes.
Anyway a couple of days ago.....
...one of the guys came along with a story about a hooker he had been to see. She wasn’t one of those girls you pick up in the street he said; instead he had found her number on the Net and had even seen a picture of her. But it wasn’t until he’d got her onto the bed that he found she didn’t shave.
Some of the guys really gave him a hard time about paying for sex so he just clammed up and didn’t say anymore but afterwards I caught him by himself and got her phone number. I’ve never minded paying for sex if it’s meant that I get what I want and, according to the guy at work, I was certainly going to get what I wanted from that whore.
Having that phone number in my pocket was bad news for my productivity for the rest of the day and I swear I took it out of my pocket so many times that by the end of the shift I just about had it memorized. Somehow I managed to wait till I was in my car out in the plant’s car park before I called.
At first there was no answer but just when I was about to cancel the call a rather breathless voice answered. Yes she was the girl I wanted to see and yes she could see me in a couple of hours.
When she asked me how I had come across her number I told her that a buddy at work had given it to me.
“Did he tell you that I’m not shaved?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah he did mention that,” I laughed.
“And you don’t mind?”
“Oh no babe I don’t mind at all! I love hairy babes!”
She giggled.
“Good … then I’ll have a little treat for you” and she was gone.
Damn it’s not many women who can get my cock throbbing just by talking on the phone but that babe’s voice held a lot of promise.
Right at the appointed time I was knocking on her front door. Oh man, she might have been a whore but what a good looking babe she was.
Long black hair, a pretty face, big eyes and a warm smile, big natural boobies, a ripe body that curved in all the right places and a short skirt that stretched tight across her wide fuckable hips. And that skirt was so short that out from underneath the hem there peeked a curl of her pussy hair.
“Damn …” I said biting my lip.
“You like what you see?” she asked and the laughter danced in her eyes.
“Oh yeah” I groaned.
“Then you had better come inside.”
She took my hand and led me through the door and into a hallway. She nudged the door shut with her foot and then leaned back against the wall and pulled me close.
“Is this what you want?’ she murmured as she slipped my hand under her skirt and pressed it firmly against her thick beaver.
Damn … she nearly had me blowing in my pants. Her hair was thick and soft against my fingers as they explored her thatch. She moaned as I slipped on finger down between her pussy lips and let it dance over her clit. I rubbed gently and she ground her hips against my hand.
“Oh god … oh god …” she murmured.
Then suddenly she gasped and arched her back against the wall. Her body went rigid until a shuddering sigh and moan from deep down in her throat signaled that her orgasm was complete.
For me she had a big bed and she let me take her as she knew I would want to take her. I plowed her hot wet cunt deep and hard and several times she stopped me just before I was about to explode.
“Not yet,” she would murmur as she eased my cock out of her and squeezed the base of the shaft to subdue the urge to cum. “Not yet … I want more of you.”
And she got more of me … across the bed … on the floor … in every position I knew and some that she taught me. We fucked like wild animals each intent on claiming some sort of victory over the other but each time she wanted to stop I obeyed. Through it all my fingers roamed in her thick black beaver and even held her when she tried to escape.
Finally, when she had stopped me for what was to be the last time she asked:
“Where do you want to cum?”
“Where would you like me to cum?”
She laughed quietly.
“I love it when a guy cums inside me – deep inside me and fills me full of his hot creamy jizz?”
“Why do you like that so much?” I had to ask because the tone of her voice left me in no doubt that it was something that she craved.
“Because for me it’s just about the ultimate submission … to be totally used by a man I hardly know.”
I looked at her for a few moments and then she sighed.
“I guess I’ll have to wait for that till next time,” she said as she began to guide my cock back into love hole.
“How do you know there’ll be a next time?”
“Oh I’m sure there will,” she laughed as she pressed her body against mine. “Now fuck the shit out of me and then blow all over that pussy hair that you love so much.”
Who was I to disobey a slut like that? I drove her into the bed with long hard thrusts that made her gasp and then she looked up into my eyes and giggled. I felt her juicy cunt ripple against my cock and I was lost.
I pulled out just in time and she took my cock and guided it into position. Streams of hot white cum spurted out of me and soaked into that thick rich black hair. She laughed as I groaned and when I was finished she rubbed my cock into her thatch to work my cum in deeper.
And the bitch was right there is going to be a next time and probably a lot more times after that because I can’t get the site of that thick black thatch out of my mind and for the brief moments when I do it’s replaced by that look in her eyes just before I blew.