Ghetto stories

A collection of short stories

'From Russia with love'

-By the Professor-

......As the two ex-CIA operatives turned hired assassins duck into the hidden alleyway, the rain coming down in torrents, they take a moment to consider their options. Sasha's hair, now plastered against her model's face knows that this could well be their last mission.........

"Vitaly, before the KGB catch up to us, I need to feel your huge, curved cock inside me once more, for what may well be the last time. We've had some close calls in the past, but I don't think we are getting out of this one, and I would rather die with you fucking me, here in the rain, than in a dark KGB cell!"
As Vitaly thrust his tongue into Sasha's perfect mouth, he was unwilling to admit that the same thought had crossed his own mind......

"Sasha, we will make it, we always do, but I believe we have time for what you Americans call, a 'quickie' " and with that he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his ankles, the waistband hanging on the .38 cal Sig-Sauer holstered at his ankle.
Sasha immediately dropped to her knees, water pouring off her head from the damaged gutters of the old warehouse turned safe house. As she took Vitaly's stiffening cock into her mouth, the sounds of rats scurrying in the dumpster nearby, she realized that, at this point, nothing else mattered, she needed to get fucked and fucked bad!

"If this is the last time I have your beautiful cock, lover, I want it all, in every way" and she turned around, lifting her skirt above her waist, exposing an ass toned and firm, droplets of water forming rivulets between the plump cheeks...grabbing his now fully erect cock, she guided it into her wetness...

As Vitaly prepared to penetrate Sasha's wet pussy for what literally could be the last time, a gunshot rang out, causing them both to jump! As Sasha looked up, the plunge of Vitaly's cock continued, but now the angle was all wrong, his huge cock was entering her ass, and she tried to whisper to Vitaly, not there...

As a shot rang out, Vitaly felt the head of his rain-slicked cock enter into Sasha, and as she started to say something, he clamped his hand to her mouth...
"Quiet, Sasha, they will hear you...you always were a screamer!"

Vitaly began fucking her, doggie was his favorite position. He realized that she had never felt so tight, and he plunged in with even more fury, perhaps the situation, the danger was playing havoc with his memory, but she felt almost new, like a virgin...
Unable to scream, Sasha realized that she had always wondered what it would be like to get fucked in the ass, but she had never imagined a cock that big inside her asshole...it felt...HOT, she liked it and began pumping her hips back, taking every inch of the Russian's huge cock inside her...it was so big, she was so wet, and this could be all she wrote, so......

Vitaly was now a fucking machine, pounding his huge, circumcised cock in and out, harder and harder, balls slapping loudly against her ass. Suddenly, Sasha tensed and his hand fell away from her mouth...
"Oh my god, yes, fuck my ass, fill me with your hot cum, fuck me harder, I'm going to cuuuuum..."
Did she say ass, Vitaly thought, then a flash of lightning revealed that yes, his cock was burried balls-deep in Sasha's shapely ass...
"Oh, Sasha, I have always wanted to fuck that ass, but I was afraid to ask...I..am..cominnnnng...."

Suddenly, two loud shots rang out, and both Sasha and Vitaly went limp, bodies making a wet, mushy sound as they hit the ground, a perfect dime-sized hole in each of their temples, the only indication that their mutual orgasm was destined to be their last. They died as they would have wished, like true spies, like real warriors, like perfect lovers: they came, and went, at the same time.

'Come to Daddy'

- By Scarlet-

As Stella stood on the sidewalk, she pulled her coat around her freezing body, hugging herself against the cold night air. She looked like a little girl that had raided her moms purse, make-up garish and overdone, pouty red lips pulled into an exaggerated smile as a car crawled the kerb.

Stella had been a hooker since she was 14, it was the only way to support an all consuming heroin habit, the sad by-product of being used and abused by her father.....daddy....her stomach crawled with the craving....she had to score tonight...

A dark sedan pulled over, its headlights casting an arc of light, showing up this run down area of the city in stark relief....

Stella hurried over, almost stumbling in the insanely high heels she wore.

The driver wound down the window, and she felt a rush of warmth escape from the inside of the car.

"How much?"

"It's Fifty for a blow job, eighty for full sex..... what do ya want me to do for ya, hot man?" Stella drawled as she leaned into the car, making sure her breasts were on full show, rounded globes encased in red satin.

"Is there somewhere we can go?" he stammered nervously

Stella opened the car door and beckoned the stranger to leave its warm depths

"This your first time baby?, don't worry, I'll be gentle" she laughed, a harsh tinkling sound in the cold stillness of the night.

Stella drew the stranger into the alleyway, dark and noxious, the smell of garbage permeating the air from the overflowing trash cans.....not the most salubrious place for "a first time".....

No sooner had they left the glare of the street lights than the stranger yanked her body up to meet his, taking her lips in a searing kiss....throwing her roughly against the alley wall.

She felt, rather than saw her hose being pulled apart and hot invasive hands and fingers moving aside her panties, seeking her pussy and the hot satisfaction it could give.

Stella undid his pants, pulling out a large engorged cock, already wet with pre-cum....just wanting this to be over....just wanting to go back to her seedy apartment and shoot up the liquid heaven....she pulled him to her, adjusting her stance to allow easier entry....putting his cock straight into her cunt, slightly aroused from the fingers that he had just withdrew....

He groaned "come to daddy, let daddy fuck his little girl"

As his words filled her head, something snapped inside her....thoughts of the past crowded into her head, the years and years of hearing those same words "come to daddy"

And as the stranger writhed in the throes of his orgasm, oblivious to anything but his own selfish needs....Stella reached behind her, fingers finding a loose brick in the wall behind ....and without further thought she raised her arm and brought the brick crashing down onto his head.........

'Lionel's story'

-by Scarlet-

Lionel Murray lay huddled against the biting cold winter night, the flurries of snow settling gently on his gaunt face, the only part of his body uncovered. He huddled even closer to the dumpster, his only shelter in this stark alleyway.

The sounds of laughter and music hung in the air as the back entrance to the "Double D's" opened as someone stepped out for a cigarette, it was probably Misstie. He'd talked to her a few times as she stood outside, she had been kind to him, sneaking him scraps that the visitors to the club had left behind....he hoped she had a good Christmas....

He watched the tendrils of smoke curl upwards into the night sky, quickly getting lost amongst the snow that grew heavier by the minute, he pulled his coat around him, too tired, too cold, too hungry.

He didn't know what it was about tonight, this particular night, Christmas Eve, goodwill to all men, there didn't seem to be much goodwill around tonight! The sound of laughter filled his head, no, not from the club, but times past, when Lionel Murray III was a somebody....instead of a nobody....sighing he let the thoughts of the past crowd his head.

Lionel was a good catholic boy, educated at a convent school..... so good, Father O'Leary couldn't wait to "show" him exactly what a "good" boy he was, how sucking cock in the confessional was good for the soul....by the time Lionel was 14, thats all he knew how to do....and so began his life as a rent boy on the streets of New York...

He could name every public urinal in New York that "boasted" a glory hole and then some....

Fate arrived one day in the guise of Luis Ferrera, the best thing that ever happened in Lionels life thus far...Luis would under normal circumstances be described as a do-gooder, a member of the "God squad"....but he was different, in that he really did care for the boys that found themselves in Lionels situation...

Why he chose to rescue Lionel from the detritus of NY city, was something neither of them ever understood, but he did...he welcomed Lionel into the very heart of his family, filling his heart with warmth and love....supporting him, shaping him...

But one day, and there is always a "one day" Lionel's whole support network crumbled into dust as the Ferrera's were wiped out....an accident (or so it said on the local news)....a fire that swept through the Brownstone on West 73rd street....

His whole reason for being gone...."ashes to ashes, dust to dust"...

And so, Lionel found himself here, here again, no place to go....in the alleyway, wind howling around his body, cold icy fingers stroking his face, ice tears clinging to the grubby weather-beaten cheeks.....this was it, this was his life.....and as he fell asleep, his pain and his body ceased to exist....

'The birth of a whore'

By Scarlet

She stood at the back door, having a quick cigarette between sets. Watching the tendrils of smoke disappear into the night air, she spotted Lionel hunkering down behind a dumpster, feeling sorry for the old guy, he must be freezing out there....

The wind was mean tonight, whipping through the alleyway, tearing at her flimsy clothes with icy fingers....it reminded her of another time, another place....

Sixteen and pregnant, Misstie stood on the sidewalk, bag in hand, the sound of her moms shouting still ringing in her ears.

"You ain't nothin but a whore, slut, you ain't no girl o' mine"

"But momma, please?" Misstie pleaded as the porch door was slammed shut in her face.....

She didn't realise how far she had walked, stumbling in the snow which was falling heavily, painting her black hair with bright splashes of white. Misstie clutched her coat around her, feeling the small bump beneath the heavy folds of her only winter coat, now threadbare in several places..

"How did I let this happen? why did I let that no good son of a bitch Leroy fuck me?"

"MMMmmm Sugar, you know you want it, yes of course I love you" Leroy's sweet words reverberated in her head...quickly followed by...

"You dumb ass bitch, I don't want no damn kids, I don't love you, get it?"

That bastard! Why had she been so fuckin stupid.....

Misstie looked up, dragging her eyes from the ground as she heard voices....and realised where she had walked to....28th Street, the bright lights of a small cafe beckoned ......looking seedy in this dark street, nestled uncomfortably between two adult shops, their flashing lights garish in the night sky.

She pushed open the door to the cafe, the warmth stifling after the freezing night air...and thats the last she remembered as her emotion-battered body slid silently to the floor in a dead faint...

Cora was a hooker, worked outta 28th most evenings, she sat quietly in the corner of Mo's cafe, sipping at the hot coffee she just ordered.

An icy blast accompanied the door opening and a young gal, no more than 15 or 16 almost fell through the cafe door in her eagerness to enter the bright warmth of its interior. Just as Cora prepared to look away, the girls legs folded beneath her as she fainted in a heap right by the door.....

Misstie woke up some hours later, exhaustion dragging at her bones. She opened one eye, then the other, her eyes met by a riot of colour... pink, purple, red...the sound of low moaning came through the closed bedroom door...was she in hell?

Finally the bedroom door opened and a woman she had never seen before came into the room, followed by a guy, hastily pulling on his coat as he glanced nervously in her direction as she lay there on the bed.

"You ok Sugar?" a deep warm chocolate voice said, her black satin skin gleaming in the overhead light. She was magnificent, tall assured, beautiful tits and long lustrous black hair draped elegantly over one shoulder.

"Who are you, what am I doing here, what happened?"

"Hush now honey, save your strength, you fainted down at the cafe, brought you here to rest up a little, coffee?"

As Misstie wrapped her hands around the hot cup of coffee, Cora spoke quietly, explaining where she was, and what she did.....

"You can stay with me Angel, but you gotta pay your way, I can't afford to keep you"

And so began Missties spiral into degradation and self-hatred.

Her first customer, "John"...hell they never gave their real names...liked it rough, tore up her insides, she almost thought she'd lose the baby...his cock was thick and meaty, he knew how to hurt a woman...

She lay on the bed that first time and cried herself to sleep, Cora found her weeping softly when she came back at twenty after midnight. She pulled back the covers and climbed into the bed, pulling Missties head onto her shoulder

"There now honey, don't cry so, Cora's here now" this said as she planted the sweetest, softest kiss on Missties lips.

The kiss grew deeper as Misstie felt her battered body start to respond, her nipples peaking as she pulled Cora closer, wanting to feel her warmth.

Breathing deeply, the heady smell of Jasmine oil filled her nostrils, all at once soothing yet igniting the fires that burned within.

Cora's hands flowed softly over Missties swelling belly, fingers fluttering like butterflies as she touched her skin, delicate, soft..until finally the fingertips reached and gently stroked Missties battered and bruised clit....she winced, still feeling the soreness there....

"There, there honey, let Cora make that feel better for you"

Misstie gasped as Cora's tongue followed the path her fingertips had just explored, pausing to circle her tongue around Missties navel, lapping softly at the indentation there...before resuming her journey downwards.....

"Oh my god, don't stop, please dont stop" Misstie cried out with need as Cora's delicate tongue began its soothing work on her clit, tongue moving round and round, gently sucking and licking the delicate rose-bud, tasting the honey within.

Later much later, both satiated, they fell asleep in each others arms, Missties mouth gentling nuzzling Cora's nipple as Cora, gently nestled her hand in the soft hair between Missties legs.....that night they became lovers........Misstie unaware of the jealousy that ate away at Cora's soul until one day.......

He was tall, good looking and moved his body in an easy athletic way, like a cat stalking its prey. Uri owned the Double D's lapdance club over on 52nd Street. He was a hard man, but not unkind. Many of 'Uri's girls' were homeless waifs and strays, hookers that he had seen, liked and took pity on.

Uri spotted Misstie one night as she hurried to the liquor store for a little somethin to dull the pain away. She didn't see him as she hurried round the corner, mind only on the fact that the store would be about to close for the night.....the brick wall that was Uri stopped her in her tracks..

"Whoa there lady, what's the all fired hurry and you in your condition"

Misstie struggled as large hands clamped her to a hard body, steadying her forward motion

"I need to get to the store, let go mister"

Uri, looked down at the young, still sweet face, surprisingly unravished by the things she had done, and witnessed, noting the now large bump that preceded her wherever she went..

"Come with me"....

It was warm and smoky in the Double D's as Misstie stepped over the threshold for the first time. Uri got her a whisky and settled her into a chair in the corner.

"Ever done any dancin girl"

Misstie was jolted from her reverie as the stranger spoke

"Well no, not really, but I been told I move well"

"Dance for me girl"

"Hell, what do ya think this is...a cushion, I can hardly walk, let alone dance!"

"Ok, sure, I understand, so after the kids born, come back and see me, I may have a job for you, you're pretty, have a nice body"

"Why would you want to help me? or is it just a fuck you want"

"Because, girl, someone once helped me in the same way I'm gonna help you, the street aint no good for a mother and a baby"

Later, much later, as she lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the steps to her apartment, bleeding, she remembered Uri's kind words.

She came back to the apartment after meeting Uri, to find Cora pacing the room like a caged Tiger...

"Where the fuck you been? its not whoring hours yet" she spat

"I bumped into an old friend"

"You have no friends 'cept for me, who was it?"

"His name's Uri, he's nice, offered me a job"

"You fuckin bitch, you can't leave me, I freakin made you....and I can break you just as easy"

Cora leapt forward, grabbing hold of Missties hair, pushing her backwards and as Misstie fought against Cora's superior strength her legs gave way and she crumpled to the floor.

Minutes later she found herself at the bottom of the steps, Cora had packed her bag, dragged her inert body out of the apartment and with one almighty push sent her body tumbling to the bottom......

Thanks to a neighbour that heard her screams and called 911, she managed to survive the fall, sadly her baby did not.....the cause of all her problems...gone..like it had never been......