Gay Erotic Stories

My new schedule had nothing to do with school. I was allowed to sleep late because I worked late. The miniskirt and tank top Leroy had bought for me became my uniform for the nights I walked the street. I learned that he dressed me in skirts and heels so when black guys saw me walking, they would assume I was a woman. When they found out I wasn’t, Leroy knew that my charging $10 less than the female prostitutes would be enough for them to choose me anyway.

Leroy would go out with me on my streetwalker nights and start by getting me high on crack. He would have me dress in one of the tight skirts with no underpants, so my bare bottom showed a little -- and then he would take me to a corner where he could watch and manage me. The sex was to occur on the street, and I wasn’t to go home with any of the johns. Leroy showed me alleys in the neighborhood where I could give blow jobs, and even have my pussy fucked out of sight of any cops. And he would make sure the money was collected up front once I hooked a guy.

Word got out that there was a white pussy working the neighborhood, and sometimes I even had a line. I would suck off and be fucked by ten or more guys in a night. Leroy also rented me out to groups.

One night I was dropped at a basement apartment a couple of blocks from Oscar’s. A dark skinned, overweight black man led me into a small, dark room filled with black male bodies. I was blindfolded, my clothes were torn off, and I was violently raped repeatedly with no break – a dick constantly in my pussy. When I was tossed out on the street, and my blindfold removed, it was daylight. Oscar was there waiting with a robe and shoes and walked me back to his place barefoot with my asshole leaking cum and blood.

I was pimped occasionally to an older black man who had a schoolgirl uniform he liked me to wear. One time, on all fours, skirt up around my waist with his dick in my pussy, I noticed on a calendar on the wall that day was my high school graduation.

Leroy was clear about maximizing the amount of money he made from my services, while being stingy about my care. I ate little, especially on the days I was “working.” Leroy didn’t want to continue to spend money on hair remover, so he got his dealer to include some street hormones that the tranny hookers used to eliminate the growth of my body hair. The side effects included my bottom becoming a little rounder and softer; and though they still had a muscular appearance, my breasts were full and soft to the touch. There was a workout routine I was expected to maintain to keep my body desirable. And my rent was paid taking care of Oscar’s sexual needs, and occasionally serving drinks and acting as the entertainment at his card parties.

I could never have imagined this just a few weeks ago, before Leroy used me in that public bathroom. And though I was often scared and confused, the combination of drugs and hormones kept me horny – shameless about performing any sex act a black man demanded, any place with anyone looking on. I was referred to as “pussy,” or “the girl,” as if that was my only identity. I began to accept that it was.

I was over 18, and legally allowed to leave home, so there had been no police search for me. Unbeknownst to me my parents however had hired a private detective to try and find where I’d gone. He tracked me from the public bathroom by the basketball court to my new “home” in Harlem. When he told my parents where I was, they didn’t believe it, and insisted he take them to find me. The detective had an idea what I was doing, and told my father, but not my mother.

Late on a Friday night, the detective pulled his car up in front of Oscar’s building with my mother and father in the car. Leroy was out in front of the building smoking, and figured that a nice, white couple would only come to Harlem looking for me.

“What do y’all want?” Leroy called to my father, as my father got out of the car.

“I’m looking for my son,” my father replied, “and I understand he’s being held here. This is him.” And he pulled out my high school graduation picture. “Do you know him?”

“I can take you to him,” Leroy said, “but it’ll cost you $100 cuz he’s already working.”

My father was not fond of wasting money, and this made him angry, but he tried to keep his composure. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, and took out two 50’s.

“I expect you to take me right to him,” he said firmly. He turned and waved for my mother and the detective to wait in the car and lock the doors.

Leroy led my father into that same decrepit building he’d brought me to weeks ago, and up to the third floor. He entered the apartment without knocking and took my father back to the bedroom, pushing open the door that had been mostly closed.

My father’s first vision of me in weeks was on all 4’s on a dirty mattress, skirt bunched up around my waist, with two black men fucking my mouth and pussy at the same time. His gasp was audible.

“Guys give her a little break,” Leroy said, “pussy’s got a guest.”

I looked up and saw my dad looking at me. I began to cry like a little girl. “Did you come to get me daddy?” I asked.

I was high. My butt was still in the air. My breasts were bouncing a little. I couldn’t imagine how I looked to him.

“What is this?!?!” my father yelled.

“This what you raised, Sir,” Leroy said, “a real, money making pussy.” He looked my father in the eye, winked and rubbed his fingers together like he was had a wad of bills.

“I can’t take this home,” my father said, “His mother can’t see this. He should just stay here!”

“Leroy gladly keep him,” he said with a laugh.

“Let me have a minute alone with him,” my father ordered.

“I’ll leave you to say goodbye…but remember you did pay $100…” Leroy left the room.

I hadn’t moved, and my father approached the bed, towering over me. “Are you mad, daddy,” I said, high on crack and horny from being stopped mid-fuck.

“Not too mad, sweetie,” he said. He cupped my chin, and stuck his thumb in my mouth. He then leaned forward and put his finger in my loosened cunt. “I kind of always knew this is what you were. You’re wet back there, son.” He caressed the curves of my ass, and patted it gently.

Father took a step back, and unfastened his pants. When his cock flopped out, it was the first white cock I’d seen other than my own

“Open up,” he cooed. I opened my mouth and moved closer, so it was easier for him to insert his cock. I sucked it like I sucked all the black ones, and he moaned and took control. “Good girl,” he said.

At the point I felt him tense, he pulled out hard.

“Turn around and spread that pussy,” he said. I complied instantly. I was high in a rundown apartment in Harlem, with my dad asking for pussy. He fucked my wet cunt for about a half hour and came hard inside of me. I turned around and cleaned him off.

“You’re disgusting,” he said, “and I’m ashamed of you. I’ll tell your mother it wasn’t you in here. But when you see me again, it’ll be for more of this. You’re a sweet little pussy whore.”

With that he left, and the two men who had been fucking me before came back in. I saw Leroy slap my dad on the back and shake his hand.