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The Prostitue (standard:horror, 809 words)
Author: Michael Lance KerstingAdded: Jun 22 2006Views/Reads: 2201/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Lover boy "Horse" had a strange surprise awaiting him that night with the prostitute.
 



It was a frosty Christmas Eve night in the big city. Light snow was
falling silently on the ground, covering everthing with it's delicate 
flakes. Sam's Bar on Front street, was crowded with revellers having a 
swell time. The place was thick with smoke, a cacophony of chat and 
loud laughter filled the bar. The new prostitute sat sipping a drink at 
the bar in the small smoky joint. She was listening to a tall, slim, 
sax player named Neddy belting out ‘The Christmas Song” on a small 
round dais. She was a well built, brown skinned woman, with a powerful 
figure, her brown skin, large breasts and broad hips looked beautiful 
in the elegant green dress she wore. It was her first night there, and 
all of the regulars wanted a crack at her. “Are you available?” said a 
soft voice on her right, breaking into her thoughts.  She looked down 
at a short dude, dressed in a white outfit,  with a red handkerchief in 
a breast pocket . He was flashed a double row of gold teeth as he 
smiled. “You talkin' to me, honey?” She spoke defiantly, almost 
jeeringly, but something in her stance and bold stare, told him that 
she was ready for almost anything.  He discreetly slid a fifty from a 
jacket pocket, widened his smile, and nodded. ‘I'd like to make an 
appointment,” he said slipping the folded bill into her hand, “That is, 
if you are available?.” She stared at him, then to the bill, then back, 
a look of utter disbelief on her face. Then suddenly, she grinned. ” 
Why, of course, I ‘m available, sugar, check out room number 8, and 
wait for me, huh ?” “Sure thing , sweetie. “ the John said,” By the 
way, they call me Horse.” “They call me Brown Sugar,”She said with a 
sly smile and slipped him a key, “Gimme a minute to stash my coat, and 
I ‘ll be right there with you...Horse” Horse, filled with anticipation, 
turned and disappeared in the crowd .his wide brimmed white flop hat at 
an askew angle. He walked with a pronounced swagger.. In the room, he 
lay naked on a clean ,white sheet bed, hands clasped behind his neck, 
waiting. The place smelled like honeysuckle. There was a soft knocking 
on the door. Horse got up and opened it. The woman slipped in and began 
undressing slowly. ” Before we do it, Hon, I'd like to play a little 
game, ” She said in a syrupy voice,as she slipped out of her pink, 
nylon panties. Hell, he thought, another kinky one, and all I want is 
to shoot my rocks off ! “What kind of game, honey pie?” He asked. She 
took out a blue silk cord from her purse.”This!” she said with a broad 
smile. "Shit,!a bondage freak,he thought. “How about giving me a bulb 
before we get into that, sweetie?”He suggested. “Sure,why not,lover” 
she said, gripping his bone, tightly. She slipped it into her mouth and 
began licking the rim slowly, expertly. Horse slipped into  third 
heaven “How's it feeling,lover?”She asked.with a sly smile. “Hoooo! 
That feels great, sugar, but go easy, huh,. nice and slow ” he said, as 
he felt his penis growing under her constant licking. “Wow!” she said 
amazed.“You sure got a son of a gun there.” “Yeah,, they don't call me 
Horse for nothing.” he bragged. proudly “No kiddin.”, ‘Man, that feels 
great,”He moaned. Enraptured, he allowed himself to be tied, spread 
eagled on the bed. He watched her do a slow, tantalizing strip, which 
revealed a well shaped figure with  firm jutting breasts. The nipples 
fully erect. His eyes strayed down to the black patch of hair at her 
crotch. She then bent over and placed the tip of an erect nipple into 
his mouth.“Suck gently,Tiger” she whispered. She then straddled him and 
slipped his now trobbing penis deep into her slick oven, and then began 
riding him slowly up and down.in practiced rythmn. Damn, I don't 
deserve this ! Horse thought happily. “Now, close your eyes for a big 
surprise, lover boy.” She said soothingly. He closed his eyes and 
sighed as the sensations rippled through his body. Suddenly, he felt 
something hard, brush against his cheek. He opened his eyes , 
gasped.and stared in shocking horror before him. She began changing 
into a huge, hideous Praying Mantis . Her massive, bugged eyed head, 
antennas waving ,darted forward quickly. and began nibbling at his head 
, biting into his neck with her long, sharp pincers, his body held 
securely between her thin, spiny, serrated forelegs. He started to 
scream, kicking wildly, but the bonds only tightened further on his 
wrists and ankles ,biting into his flesh. The blaring sounds of “Winter 
Wonderland” coming from downstairs, drowned out his screamsas she 
slowly began biting  his head off. 

Copyright 2006 Michael Lance Kersting 


   


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