Trafficked

Katie bent down, looking into the driver's seat. A hefty Black man looked at her tight ass in her tiny skirt.

"How much, bitch?" he asked gruffly.

"Whatcha looking for, big man?" she purred.

"Just head, gotta get back to my bitch," he replied.

"Fifty. But you'll wish you got some pussy too," she said cheekily.

"Uh-huh," he said, pulling off behind the strip club. He climbed into the back seat, and the busty brunette climbed in beside him.

Part of her couldn't complain. Lots of big, fat Black cock every day. Lots of showing off. Lots of cash, even if she didn't keep much of it.

But there was a certain monotony to it. Even sex could get staid, no matter how many partners. And they weren't all built equally. Some were fat, some were built, some lasted an hour, others only a few minutes. They all had at least adequate size, but the ten inchers weren't an every day occurrence. She bobbed her mouth up and down the big black cock, wondering what her mom was up to.