Mandi and I decided to hit the streets together one night. We hadn’t gone street walking together before and we were both excited to find some ‘Johns’ together. This adventure would have been fun enough as it is, what with the two of us Hooking together but there was to be a little twist that evening and I thought it was a great opportunity to explain a little more what it means to be breeders!
You’ll know my sister and I are Queen of Spades but we are also breeders and of course, prostitutes when we have some free time from our other ventures. I know what some of you may say, I can hear it now; “So you ONLY fuck black guys then right?”, well no! Apart from our ‘other’ breeding activities, which we’ll ignore for the purposes of this explanation, we do not just fuck black guys.
Being a QoS means a lot of things for a lot of people but for us, it means we are free use for black men! Which means, any time, any place, without introduction or hesitation we will happily be some big black bull’s willing fuck toy! They have the right to fuck us whenever they desire and we would not deny them their right to do so!
However, we are also breeders, which mean we are part of a free range breeding program. Therefore we never use any form of contraceptives and use fertility drugs to make sure we are highly fertile for as long as possible. There is a very high chance that any man who decides to put us to use may, very well, knock us up.
Now you combine the two and that leads to us more often than not, being knocked up by some random Black Bull Thug from the ghetto. Something that we are more than happy and eager to do, of course. Our tummy tallies are testament to that! We are at our happiest with some random bull’s offspring growing in our bellies.
However we also prostitute and escort ourselves when time allows, not to mention the porn shoots we also do. So while we are working the streets, we fuck for money. Now I have already established we are free use to any Big Black Bull, so if they find us working the streets, there is obviously no charge for them, and they know it! They see our markings and know that no payment is required for them to enjoy us. So that leaves white guys. They do NOT have rights to us and nor are we free use to them but we have no problem in fucking white guys IF they have the cash in hand to do so. We reserve the right to decline any white man’s offer but we got to make money for our shoes somehow right?
This means there is a high probability that some white guy may take a fancy to us while we are working the red light, fuck us, cum inside us and knock us up. As breeders, this is all part of the plan, as whores, again, cash in hand but what is a Queen doing getting knocked up by white guys?!
I am the first to admit, it’s not ideal. Here’s the thing, for black men we are free use, they don’t even have to ask or even introduce themselves. Just bend us over and make use of us! There is no excuse for them to NOT pump a baby into us. So if a white guy pays us cash for sex and it’s his swimmers that split our eggs, then I’m sorry Bulls but we were right there! You just weren’t quick enough!
In all honestly we don’t care who, or even what, manages to fertilize us, that’s what we do and we are proud of it but we will always be cumdumps for black men without a second thought or single moment of hesitation. So I think we still deserve our QoS tattoos right?
Having said that, I am very surprised that neither my sister or I have ever been knocked up by a white guy. I’ll admit, the black community is usually pretty on the ball. If they see us walking the streets, they are usually pretty quick to exercise their rights and make good use of us. We usually hit peak fertility and within a few hours have already conceived another Street Thug’s offspring. We knew carrying a white fetus was always a possibility but we also knew, as breeders, it didn’t matter.
Mandi, however, has no such qualms; she’s a whore, a pornstar and a breeder. No one has free use of her unless she decides, black, white, as long as she’s eager and they have the cash, she’ll spread those Asian thighs with ease. Thinking about it, the two pregnancies that she has had have both been instigated by white men. Tonight it was the two of us working this street corner and we were looking forward to making some money but mostly having some fun!
“Where is Wendy tonight?” Asked Mandi as we showed our selves off on the kerb “Wouldn’t you usually work with her?”
I laughed and shook my head “We’re not joined at the hip you know, besides, she’s having a weekend with Dee. God only knows what those two will get up to.”
Mandi laughed and nodded “Dee is a sweetie. She was so nice to me, even after her husband knocked me up after New Year. “
“Oh for sure.” I commented, remembering that is was Dee’s husband that put the second baby into Mandi. It’s so easy to lose track sometimes. “I am very proud of how far she’s come and how she has really taken to the life and her husband, couldn’t be happier.”
“Yup, not even a hint of jealousy from her.” Mandi smiled.
I just smiled and nodded in agreement “And she’s not the only one I’m proud of either. When you came to me I knew you would make a great escort and whore but you have really taken to being a breeder too.” I then gave her a slight sideways smirk as I looked down at her belly “Although I would prefer to see more tallies on your belly.”
Mandi seemed to blush a little and hang her head slightly. She knew she didn’t have as many tallies as the rest of us but she seemed to handle the ones she did have very well. I laughed lightly and waved it off. “Don’t worry, you’re still new to this and they way you are going already, those tallies are going to stack up in no time!”
We chatted for a while longer. Sometimes hooking can be quite boring if there are no clients so sharing a corner with someone else can make that time more enjoyable. I was glad to have Mandi’s company and we spoke about a great many things. Turns out, she is quite the nerdy girl; loves to read sci-fi novels and plays computer games. I didn’t have much to add to her conversation but I did enjoy listen to her passionately describe her hobbies.
Our evening wouldn’t remain quite, however and the fun was soon about to start. We thought it was going to be slow and when the first John showed up we didn’t think too much of it.
“Well, look at what we have here.” The scruffy guy laughed. He was large, had a bit of weight on him but there looked to be muscled under that trucker fat. He was a rough manual labour type and had quite the reddish tan from working in the sun all day. “Couple of real fine pieces of fuck meat aint ya?” He cackled. He eyed us both us and down but it seemed he rested his pupils on me. I puffed out my chest and proudly showed off my curves as he grinned. “What about you Snow White? Fancy some rough?”
I stepped forward with my sultry side smile and fluttered my lashes at the large, tanned white man. “Love a bit of rough actually, show me something green and you can have something white.” He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a few crumpled bills. He handed a couple to me and pointed to the side alley. “That enough to have ya ride this dick whore?”
I counted the bills, $100, more than enough and I looked up at him with a sultry side smile “Enough for every last inch, Sir.” I purred a reply.
“Aight! Wiggle that fine ass over and let me get up to my nuts in yer guts!” He laughed and and gestured for me to accompany him down the side alley. I gave a quick look over my shoulder at Mandi and she gave me a quick smile and a nod, gesturing that she’d be ok on the street without me.
My heels clipped on the pavement as I sauntered towards a dumpster. My hips swayed and the client was behind me, watching my ass sway from side to side “Fuck!” He commented “Gonna enjoy hollowing you out whore!” I flashed a look over my shoulder, my hair covering half my face. I bit my bottom lip as I felt a delightful shudder run up and down my spine. For someone who loves to be sexually objectified, his comments were just delicious!
We reached the side alley dumpster and he allowed me to step in front of him. I had no idea what this client wanted but before I could ask, he firmly pushed me against the dumpster and placed a large strong palm on my back, forcing me to bend over “Hmm Don’t want a warm up?” I laughed with a playful smirk. “Damn, you a whore not my wife! I aint paying to warm ya up!” He growled and I cocked my brow as he pushed firmly on my shoulder. He had already unzipped his pants and was positioning his hard white cock. His crown aimed squarely at my exposed pussy folds, “Oh I’m always warmed up Baby. Let’s see what you got!”
He drove that long, thick dick up into me and I gasped as he stretched me out. The stranger was NOT going to hold back. He paid to fuck me and he was going to get his money’s worth.
I gripped the edge of the dumpster and he grunted as he firmly drove himself further inside me. He felt amazing! That thick white cock was deep in my hungry pussy and very soon, his nut sacks hit the back of my pale thighs. “Fuck! You’re tight for a whore!” He growled into my ear. “Your cunt is gonna milk my balls dry!” This was music to my slutty ears but he wasn’t done yet.
Instead of gripping my hips and using them for leverage as he pounded me, he wrapped his fat, rough fingers around my face and throat. He yanked my head back against his chest and bent his head down to look over me. I let out a moan of delight as he held me tight and started to thrust his hips against me. He drove the tip of his unprotected dick deep into me. His breath was strong on my face as I looked up at him. “Hmm do love a whore that likes it rough!” He snarled as his grip tightened on me.
He enjoyed his time fucking me roughly up against the dirty dumpster in the poorly lit side alley and I thoroughly enjoyed his thick, veiny cock pounding at my soft, tight pussy. I was moaning lewdly through his fingers as my lips circled them.
What a good start to the evening’s work!
As much as I was enjoying that position and being fucked hard by this dirty trucker, he wanted to switch it up a little. “Let me see that pretty face as I churn up yer insides.” He laughed. He pulled out of me and firmly spun me around, lifted up my hips with apparent ease. I spread my thighs, offering up my pussy once more and he drove right on in!
My chest heaved and eyes widened as he ploughed himself inside me. I steadied myself against the edge of the dumpster, gripping my fingers hard on the cold steel edge. He took a hold of one of my calves while his other hand gripped my head and forcefully angled it as he desired. “Such a beautiful whore!” he complimented me as his hips smashed his dick into deep into me, “Don’t often find whores so god damn fine as this in these parts, FUCK! Or as tight!”
I fluttered my lashes and smiled at him as he used me perfectly. He looked down over me as he nailed me up against the trash, admiring my large bouncing tits, strained within my fishnet dress. He watched closely at my pleasurable expression as I moaned lewdly and loudly, urging him to fuck his back alley whore as hard as he could. That constant, yellow toothed grin staring down at me.
His pounding got quicker and strokes shorter as he made sure to keep his cock as deep inside me as he could. His breathing grew quicker as well, a sure sign that this John was about to cum. Sure enough, he drove his cock in deep and snarled wickedly as, without any form of verbal warning or even permission, he came inside me.
Thick ropes of the stranger’s cum splattered my unprotected uterus. That familiar warm, sticky feeling was filling me up once more and my pussy spasmed and convulsed around the veiny fuck piston.
“Fucking fill me up! Oh god yes YES!” I cried out as he, himself grunted loudly. My orgasm was clearly genuine and he knew that.
Once he had squeezed off the last drop of cum into his paid cum dumpster, he yanked his dick out of me and dropped me back to my heels. He was about to walk off, tucking his dick back into his pants but he stopped and turned slightly towards me as I recovered. “Fuck, you actually fucking enjoyed that huh?” he chuckled. “Of course Sir!” I beamed back as I adjusted my dress.
He shook his head as he smiled “Gotta love a hooker that loves what she does! I’ll keep my eye open for you again.” He chuckled to himself and wandered off.
As my first client left the side alley and I readjusted my dress, I could hear voices from the dark street corner where I left Mandi. Voices and the unforgettable sounds of sex. I rounded the corner and sure enough, Mandi was taking her first client of the evening.
She was bent over, pushing back from the sex shop window against some leather glad biker. He had his hands firmly placed on her shoulders and was busy slamming his cock into my whore-mate.
I stepped up the kerb and Mandi noticed me, flashed me a smile amid her pleasurable expressions. This look tipped off the second biker to my presence. He was eagerly watching his biker buddy nail the adorable little Asian whore, cheering his pal on and obviously looking forward to his turn. His head followed Mandi’s eye line and he clapped eyes on me, stood there at the entrance to the side alley, a sultry side smile on my plump red lips.
“Well look here!” he chuckled with a grin “Another ‘pay to play pussy’ shows up, must be our lucky night.”
I cocked my head towards the second biker and gave him my trademarked sultry side smile. “You game?” He asked with a tinge of a growl to his voice.
“Show me some dead presidents and I’ll be your player three.” I smirked, trickles of cum from my previous client still dribbling down my inner thighs as I proudly displayed myself for the new client.
Now, I’ll say one thing for bikers, they certainly know how to have fun and they are not cheap with the green neither. More often than not, they won’t haggle a price and often pay over the expected. Bikers love their whores and they love to fuck. Running into a couple of bikers is always a fun time, not least because they know exactly what we are for. If a girl ever wants to be objectified and fucked sore, she can’t go wrong with finding a biker gang to put her to damn good use.
It seemed Mandi was learning this lesson right now and judging by her moans of pleasure and the expression on her face, she was enjoying every second of it.
The second biker dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a stack of bills wrapped in a rubber band. He tossed them over to me and I caught the stack. Oh he was most defiantly paying over the odds for me. “Looks like its game on!” I smirked and stepped forward.
Bikers seem to understand that if they over pay a whore for her services, they get a lot of lee way in what they can do with us and we are more than happy to oblige. That reminds me, we should visit another biker bar real soon!
The biker snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground in front of him. I gave his a seductive smile and side nod and sauntered my way over to the window beside Mandi. As I bent over and spread my legs, presenting my paid pussy for the biker, I smiled over at Mandi “Looks like it’s going to be a fun night huh?”
Mandi gave me a wide smile and nodded as the second Biker slid himself inside me. Another nice thick white dick inside me and I turned my head to peer over my shoulder at him, my long raven hair covering half my face as I purred “Now don’t go easy on me, you paid for the premium experience so make sure to make me feel like the whore I am.” I said before slowly licking my lips.
He laughed and slowly wrapped him fingers around my throat. “Well, if you insist Missy!” he growled a laugh and shoved his hips forward. This caused me to gasp and take a deep breath as I felt his crown nudge my cervix. I hadn’t even seen this biker’s cock but he was a fantastic fit that’s for sure.
Both Mandi and I were bent over, palms against the door and window of the closed Sex shop with the two leather clad bikers drilling us furiously from behind. It must have been quite the sight; Two street walkers being put to good use by a couple of well paying, horny bikers.
Our moans and their groans echoed through the side street and we moaned lewdly for them. This inspired them to retort with their own objectifying and degrading comments. They objectified us both in ways only bikers know how! It was fantastic!
Mandi and I seemed to reflect each other’s poses. Our long, toned legs spread wide in a lewd upside down V, out heels flat on the pavement as we angled ourselves back, perfectly presenting ourselves for our leather clad fuck biddies.
The bikers made good use of us and they were soon shooting their spunk deep into our fertile and unprotected bellies. They pulled out of us and swapped places. Without so much as a word to us, the bikers re-entered and enjoyed us once more. “Difficult to decide which one is best, huh?” One biker laughed as he pounded at Mandi who hadn’t even changed her position against the window. “Do we have to?” The other laughed, his cock still slippery wet from fucking Mandi as it was now buried inside me. “Guess not!” came the reply.
The bikers emptied another load into each of us and, as we all tidied ourselves up, one ran his thumb down the side of my face as he smiled “Hope to run into you again!” I flashed him a wink and smiled, whispering softly “Always happy to join in your biker games.”
The two left and Mandi and I leant against the wall of the sex shop, wide smiles on our faces as we compared which biker we thought was best. They may not have been able to decide between us but we were, although we didn’t agree between us so came to the same conclusion as the bikers did; It doesn’t matter does it?
We were just wondering how much longer we would stay on this corner that evening when another client came by. This time he decided to indulge his carnal desires with Mandi, while I was left street side. I didn’t mind however, because I wasn’t left waiting for long either.
The evening progressed wonderfully; there was a steady stream of Johns to keep us occupied. Sometimes a single, sometimes a pair and even a group of six! They enjoyed running a train on us that’s for sure.
The evening gave way to night and it was in the early hours of the morning when an old beat up rusted car pulled up in the side alley. Two guys exited and approached us both with a stack of cash in hand. No idea who these guys were but one was a little older than the other and they seemed to be pretty pleased with themselves. “Well, what do you say ‘gramps’?” Asked the younger guy to the older, “What say we end this venture by celebrating with these two?” He chuckled as he pointed at us.
The older guy laughed and nodded “Looks like these two have had a busy night already.” He laughed, commenting on the fact some of our previous client’s that night had not been as ‘tidy’ as others. Rather than choosing to cum inside us, some clients had opted for splattering their baby batter ON us and we hadn’t quite had the time between dickings to fully clean it off. Luckily this played to our advantage when the younger guy commented, “Yeh, but I can’t resist a messy, well fucked whore, something about just being a nightly number to her that makes me wanna add to that sticky mess ya know?”
The older guy laughed and nodded “Then let’s have some fun with these two spunk sluts!”, and they threw us a couple of stacks of greens. I looked over at Mandi and we smiled at each other as we sauntered over to these new clients. We hopped up onto the hood of the rusted out old car, spread our legs and the guys went to town!
I will be the first to admit, working the streets with Mandi that night was a lot of fun. We lost count of the number of guys paid for our services and we were kept pretty busy until the sun just started to creep over the tops of the buildings. I was starting to feel somewhat tired but knew I could have gone for a few more loads. However Mandi was starting to look a little over worked.
I was very proud of her, she never missed a step and she kept up with me dick for dick, so with our uteruses filled with numerous Men’s DNA and our skin getting sticky, we headed to the car.
Mandi was eager to work the streets with me again and I said I would be honoured to walk the red lights with her again, she really is a whore at heart and such great company. I love our little Asian ‘sister from another mister’.
We both soon found out that we were both pregnant. Working back the dates we had worked out that we must have conceived during our night on the streets together. One large giveaway was that, after tests were conducted, our foetuses were fathered by white men. Mine was tested with 100% Caucasian DNA as far as father and mother are concerned, while Mandi’s was tested with 50% Caucasian and 50% Asian,, which is to be expected.
Mandi was, obviously excited about her third pregnancy, and I will be honest, so was I. But for this particular pregnancy I have to hand the crown of experience over to Mandi, as this was her third pregnancy from a white man but this was my first!
Who would have thought my protégé beat me to the punch with a breeding? However she playfully remarked “I may have beaten you to be the first to get knocked up by a white guy but you got me beat hands down with everything else. I still need more training ya know.” She winked.
“Oh don’t worry,” I replied with a smirk “I’m going to make sure that womb of yours is fully utilised.” She giggled with excitement “None of us have reached our end just yet.” I winked and admired my fresh new tally category.
Now don’t go thinking I am off Black guys just because I got a white baby growing inside me, as I said before, that is just evidence that the Bulls were just too slow. I’m confident that the balance between white and black will forever remain heavily skewed.
Breeders gonna breed, regardless!
As for Mandi, after that night of whoring I think I can officially say she is an Honorary Aristocrat!
Thanks everyone for your continued support and we really hope you enjoyed this story as well as the raunchy pics. Stay tuned for even more sexy times with us.
Xoxoxoxox – Joey!
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