by Crow Gray
Esteban did have a safe, but Trista didn't know the combination and knew he'd never tell her. She had an emergency stash of ten grand hidden away, but she wasn't about to give that up now. If Esteban found out about her past, she may need that money for a quick getaway.
“He has a safe, but I have no way of getting into it. And I don't even know how much of that money is his and how much belongs to—others. I'm sure you don't want to mess with any of their money,” Trista said, the threat obvious. Surely even Ed wasn't stupid enough to steal from the cartels.
Ed considered her words for a minute and nodded. “Fair enough.”
“Good, now get the fuck out of here and don't come back,” Trista said dismissively.
“We're not done yet. We haven't gotten reacquainted,” Ed said.
Trista forced herself to look him over, having been avoiding it as long as possible. He looked the same as she remembered. He was wearing a white linen suit and white loafers, looking like something from Miami Vice. He even still wore gaudy gold chains, like they were a pimp's badge of honor or something. His long black hair was still greasy; all slicked back. He was skinny, his suit hanging on his frame like a sack on a scarecrow. He disgusted her.
“What the hell are you talking about? Do I have to call the guard?” she asked.
Ed laughed. “We both know you won't be doing that, or the cops. Too much 'splainin involved. Nah, it's just the two of us for a while, and we both know it.”
Trista felt her stomach sink even lower. He had a point, and he knew it. She couldn't even call Geoff back, as he would be sure to ask too many questions.
“So like I said, let's get reacquainted,” Ed said, stepping closer to her and pulling her against him. She tried to pull away, but he held her tightly and kissed her. His breath still had the minty taste he remembered from years ago, and somehow she'd have preferred him having bad breath instead. His tongue probed her mouth as he squeezed her ass, bringing back memories she'd long buried.
Even though the thought sickened her, she knew there was only one way out of this. She'd blow him, get him off quickly, and get him the fuck out of here. Once she had some time to think she may be able to think of a better solution, but for now, she needed him gone.
She pulled away. “Okay, you bastard. I'll suck you off, but then you get the fuck out!”
Ed just laughed. “So you're giving me orders now? I don't think so. You're going to do whatever the hell I say, and then your husband won't get an anonymous tip about your background.”
Trista just glared at him.
“Now, first of all, take off that bathrobe. Let me see if you've still got that killer bod I remember,” Ed said, licking his lips.
Trista stared daggers at him, but slowly let her bathrobe drop to the floor, her perfect body on display for her former pimp.
Ed whistled in appreciation as his eyes devoured her from head to toe. “Damn, Cindy, I think you look better now than you did then. The years have been kind to you, to say the least.”
Trista threw her head back, appreciating the compliment even though she didn't want to. The truth was she did have a better body now than she did six years ago. She'd spent countless hours in the gym once she'd gotten married, and it was paying off with a sculpted body women ten years younger than her age of twenty-nine would envy.
“My name is Trista,” she said defiantly.
“You'll always be Cindy to me,” Ed said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. Trista wondered somewhere deep inside if this slug of man had once had actual feelings for her.
Trista went to her knees immediately and began to unbuckle his pants. “Let's just get this over with,” she said.
Ed grinned. “Eager little thing, aren't you? Hell, for this kind of enthusiasm I'll even call you Trista.”
Trista ignored him and pulled his pants down as he removed his shirt and jacket. She tugged down his boxers, and his cock sprang out, already stiffening from her nudity. She was taken aback for a second due to his size. He was much larger than either Esteban or Geoff. It was something she'd forgotten, but now her memory was returning.
Ed finished undressing and stood before her, both of them totally nude now. He was still very scrawny, and his cock looked out of place on his skinny body. She wrapped her hand around its girth and began stroking it, wondering if she'd be able to get away with a handjob.
“Mmm that's it, jack that dick,” Ed said, and once again Trista was taken back. She hated remembering that time of her life, and the thought of once again sucking this pimp's dick was not appealing to her at all. However, she had to admit he seemed a lot cleaner than she had expected. The fact that he at least showered was a big plus in this situation.
She stroked it harder and faster, feeling it harden in her hand. She put both hands around the shaft and began to work it so hard her arms were getting sore, trying her best to get him off before she had to do more. After a few minutes, however, he still hadn't come even though his cock was rock hard.
“I want to feel your mouth on it now. Let me see if those oral skills still hold up,” Ed said, running his fingers through her long, blond hair which was still wet from the shower.
She wanted to tell him to take his hands off of her, but that would just prolong things. She held the cock in front of her face and looked at it. She sighed, and then took it into her mouth. Ed groaned as soon as her lips touched it, and she started sucking. She closed her eyes and bobbed her head as she gripped the shaft with one hand and held his balls in the other. She was falling back into old patterns without even realizing it, as she had blown him like this numerous times in places ranging from cheap hotel rooms to back alleys.
“Fuck Trista, you may have even gotten better with age. Suck it,” Ed said, closing his own eyes and leaning his head back as she sucked him. Trista was horrified to find her body responding, as her pussy was getting wet against her will. She hadn't sucked a cock this large in years, and the way it was filling her mouth was turning her on. She had never wanted to admit it, but she enjoyed giving head. Even when she was a prostitute, she had a strong work ethic. If she was going to suck cock for a living, then dammit she was going to suck it well. Plus, something about the feel of the hardness in her mouth coupled with the moans of the man she was sucking gave her a feeling of euphoria, a type of control she usually never felt in her life.
She lost track of time as she continued to suck, both of them quiet with the only sounds in the room the slurps she made each time she sucked him. She was working his rod over, but he still hadn't come. She remembered he had always been a slow comer, which would normally be a positive for a man.
“Deep throat it Trista, just like you used to,” Ed ordered. She decided the easiest way to get it over with was to go along, so she relaxed her throat and started taking him deep. She would go a little deeper each time, finally getting him balls deep. She found herself a little impressed, as she hadn't deepthroated a cock in years, especially one this large. She'd been able to take Ed without even gagging.
“Oh fuck that's good,” Ed said, pushing her forehead away as she stepped back, his cock wet with her drool as it dripped onto her firm tits.
She looked at his cock confused, wondering if he'd came and she'd somehow missed it. It didn't seem like it, as he was still very much at attention.
“Now do that thing you used to do for me,” Ed said, putting one foot on the bed and turning his back to her.
“No fucking way,” Trista said, hoping this wouldn't even come up. She had pretty much blocked it from her mind until this moment.
“Listen, we both know you just want to get me off and get me out of here,” Ed said like he was reading her mind. “You know this always makes me come fast.”
Trista had to admit he had a point.
“Or I could just write a note and leave it on Esteban's windshield.”
“I don't even do this for my husband! I haven't done this since I stopped turning tricks!” Trista said by way of protest.
“Good, I feel special then,” Ed said, her argument holding no weight with him.
Trista sighed and moved forward, gripping Ed's ass cheeks in both hands. She took a deep breath and leaned in, licking up and down his crack as she rimmed him.
“Oh fuck yes, nobody ever licked ass like you did,” Ed said, taking one of her hands and guiding it to his cock for a reach-around. “Yeah, stroke that cock while you lick my ass. This was always your specialty after all.”
Trista just kept her tongue busy as she stroked him, trying not to think about what she was doing as she tongued his ass. He was moaning loudly, much louder than he had for the blowjob. He reached back and pried his cheeks further apart.
Without even realizing it, Trista brought one hand down between her legs and started to rub her clit as she played his trombone. She knew a part of her had craved a little domination. Esteban and Geoff both put her on a pedestal, and never really used her the way she sometimes liked. Ed, however, had no such reservations and was making her service him regardless of how she felt about it. She hated herself for it, but it turned her on.
“Fuck that's good, this is just like old times, isn't it?” Ed said as Trista moaned into his ass and continued her tongue action. She couldn't believe she was licking her ex-pimps ass but was even more incredulous at the fact it was making her pussy wetter than she'd probably ever been in her life.
“Okay, fuck that's enough,” Ed said, pulling her hand away and stepping down. Trista was confused at first, seeing that even with her excellent rim job he hadn't come.
“Nobody has ever been able to toss a salad like you. Now get up on the bed and spread your legs, I want to see if that pussy is as sweet as I remember it,” Ed ordered, patting the bed.
“What? No fucking way, that wasn't part of the deal,” Trista said. She had hurriedly pulled her hand from between her legs, hoping he hadn't noticed she was playing with her pussy while she rimmed him.
“The deal is, you do what I say, or your husband finds out he's married to a whore. He'd make you disappear and say you ran off, and we both know it. So just stop being such a damn bitch about everything and do what I say!” Ed said, an edge to his voice indicating his frustration.
Trista did as she was told, climbing onto her bed and spreading her legs wide, her bald pussy on display for Ed. She had a laser procedure done last year to remove all her pubic hair, and it was as bald as it could be. At the moment, it was also as wet as it could be.
“Fuck, look at that sweet little pussy. I swear you are just getting hotter as the years go by aren't you,” Ed said, reaching over and rubbing her pussy slowly. “Fuck, you are dripping wet. I think you're enjoying this a little more than you're letting on.”
Trista blushed deeply. The fact he knew she was so turned on embarrassed her even more than any of the degrading sexual acts he was making her perform. Ed slid a finger into her pussy, then two, fingering her slowly but deeply. “Damn, that is the tightest and wettest pussy on the fucking planet Earth,” Ed said, admiration in his tone.
Trista was too ashamed to speak, instead just swallowing hard and keeping her legs spread as Ed added another finger, her tight wetness gripping his digits. “Yeah I think you're primed and ready,” Ed said, moving between her legs and rubbing his cockhead up and down her hairless slit.
Trista looked down at his cock at the entrance to her pussy, her entire body feeling flushed. “Wait, don't! There's condoms in the nightstand...”
Ed grinned down at her. “I don't think so. I'm going into this tight little thing bareback. If you get knocked up, that's your problem.”
Trista grimaced at his words. The truth was she had her tubes tied a while back, so pregnancy wasn't an issue. However, Ed was a pimp, and the thought of him fucking her bareback wasn't at all appealing. But as he slowly slid his cock inside of her, other thoughts began to occupy her mind. The main one being how fucking good his fat prick felt stuffing her wet hole.
“Oh godddd,” Trista moaned, not wanting to but having no choice. It just felt too fucking good.
“Mmm that's it, that's a sweet pussy,” Ed said as he started to fuck her. He went in deep and then slowly pulled out, then back in deep. Trista had been worried he'd begin pounding her right away, but his movements were very controlled, almost tender. He sucked her nipples as he fucked her, and she arched her back to allow him to get his mouth onto them easier.
He started to fuck her a little harder, and she grunted as her pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. He began to grind his hips, and Trista found herself grinding underneath him as well. He kissed her deeply, and she sucked his tongue. She felt bad for doing it, but her pussy was in control at this point.
Soon Ed leaned up and grabbed her ankles, holding her legs up as he pounded her. She screamed with each thrust and ran her hands over his arms as he gave it to her good. She looked up at him and even though he still disgusted her, she came all over his cock. She could barely breathe as the orgasm flooded her body and he kept working her hole until she had completed her climax. She relaxed beneath him, and he pumped her a few more times, finally pulling out.
She reached down to rub her pussy, finding it wet with her juices but still not finding any trace of his semen. Had he still not came?
“You are still the hottest piece of ass I've ever had, Trista. Now turn over, and show me your ass. I want to fuck it, just like I used to,” Ed ordered, his cock bobbing in front of him, now slick with her wetness.
Trista hadn't caught her breath yet, but she stared at him as her mouth was open. She'd sucked his cock, rimmed his ass, and had her pussy fucked by her ex-pimp. The thought of him fucking her ass like he used too was just too much. She wouldn't do it.
“Either do it, or I'll just be talking to your husband soon,” Ed said, sensing her apprehension.
She frowned and rolled over, slowly putting her ass in the air and her head down. She offered her ass to him in a submissive posture, finally giving up the last bit of her defiance. She wanted to tell him about the lube on the nightstand, but she hadn't regained her breath enough to speak. She looked over her shoulder and saw him grab it, which relieved her at least a little.
She heard the wet sounds of Ed lubing his cock up, and her entire body jerked when she felt the cool liquid poured over her asshole. Goosebumps formed on her skin as he rubbed the lube over her asshole. She grunted slightly as he slid a finger in, then a second finger.
“Your backdoor is even tighter than I remember. Does your hubby fuck your ass, Trista? What about that little pool boy? He ever come in the backdoor?” Ed asked as he worked his slick fingers into her now slippery bung.
“No,” Trista croaked, finally able to speak again.
“What was that?” Ed asked, working her little hole.
“I said no, none of them fuck me in the ass,” Trista said, reaching back to rub her pussy again as he fingered her ass. She just couldn't help it; her inner slut was taking over.
“I feel even more special then,” Ed said, sliding his fingers from her ass and putting his cockhead against her hole instead. “Now, you have a nice little rosebud back here. Press down and make that little flower bloom. I want to see it open up for me.”
Trista did as she was told, pushing out and opening her asshole up. As soon as it opened, she felt Ed's cockhead sliding in. It hurt a little as he slid on in, but once again he was going slower than she'd expected. Inch by inch his cock slid into her tightest hole, and soon he was balls deep in her backdoor.
This time, neither of them spoke, the sensation too intense for words. He slid back out slowly, and Trista hissed between her teeth. He went back in, and soon was fucking her ass with the full length of his prick.
Trista hadn't had a cock up her ass in years, so it was a painful experience, but the pain and pleasure were mixing together, and slowly the pleasure was surpassing the pain. She kept rubbing her clit harder and faster, and soon Ed was spanking her ass hard as he fucked it. He pulled her hair, still wet from th
e shower, as he rode her.
“Yeah, that's it, take it up the ass like a good little slut,” Ed said, pounding her ass now. “Say it, Trista. Tell me to fuck your ass.”
Trista didn't say anything, prompting another smack on the ass from Ed. “Say it!” he yelled.
“Fuck my ass!” she said quickly, rubbing her clit even harder.
“Yeah, that's a good girl. Now tell me you're a dirty little tramp,” he said.
Trista hesitated, her face burning with humiliation. “Say it!” he yelled, this time slamming hard into her ass to make his point.
“I'm a dirty little tramp!” she said quickly, and then groaned loudly. This was just too much for her. She was loving every second of it but was deeply ashamed at the same time. She hated to admit it, but she'd never felt more alive.
“Yeah, that's it. Say you're a filthy whore!” Ed said.
“Oh fuck, I'm a filthy whore!” Trista said and came so hard she nearly blacked out. Ed kept slamming into her ass as she moaned and writhed on his cock, her orgasm evident as her body shuddered.
Ed pulled out of her ass and pulled her hair, pulling her to her knees beside the bed. She was so shaken up from her powerful orgasm it was like she was drugged as she knelt down, looking up at him.
“I'm going to come all over that pretty little face,” Ed said, stroking his cock over her. He was finally ready to come after working her over for the better part of an hour.
Trista felt a protest forming in the back of her. Her pimp coming all over her face seemed like the ultimate humiliation, but she was just too weak to fight it at this point.
“Ahhhh fuckkk!” Ed groaned as hot, thick cum spurted from his cock, covering her face as bolt after bolt was launched onto her. He came what seemed like gallons to Trista, come all over her nose, mouth, lips, cheeks, even her forehead with some dripping down onto her firm tits.
Ed shook the last few drops out onto her nipples as he grinned down at her. “Fuck that was nice. That was my idea of reconnecting,” he said. Trista just looked up at him with a burning hatred. Now that her pussy was no longer in control, she was just filled with anger and humiliation at the lowlife that had just degraded her.