Me And Busty Tracy when she got out of jail

Tracy had written me, requesting I pick-her-up when she was released from jail. I never wrote her a return letter. And, of course, I couldn’t call. I made no actual plan to be waiting for her when she came out of the correctional facility building….

Still, I woke this morning, horny as hell… and, after breakfast, I freshened-up, but did not change out of my sleeping attire… and found myself sitting in my car facing the building at 0855 on the morning Tracy was to be released.

As I sat, I recalled her image.

Tracy is of average height with a shapely form. She has big tits and an average ass. Her skin tone is rather tan in color, perhaps the result of her paternal Italian heritage. Her eyes are dull, too much poison in her blood. Tracy’s hair is her hallmark. It is long, to her ass, thin, like fine spaghetti, shiny and very soft. As her eyes, Tracy’s hair is a rich brown color.

Tracy’s normal attire is fit snug and revealing, flattering her chest and ass. However, this morning, she wore drab sweat pants and a plain white t-shirt. The clothing was obviously too large for her. And, as her melons shook while she walked, she clearly had no bra… clearly, was right!

As she neared the end of the walk… the white t-shirt was so thinly woven, her jugs were clearly visible!

“It’s a wonder they let her out with such exposure,” I muttered to myself before beeping the vehicle horn. I toggled the passenger window switch and started the auto. {I hope GM will give this prototype a name soon!} Tracy rushed to the truck.

“HI, Hunney!” she called, waving her arms and running across the parking lot. Though she was smiling, her eyes remained dull and her face was pallid. Moments later she climbed into the passenger seat, closed the door, toggled the blue-gray tinted window closed… and removed her shirt!

“Let’s fuck!” she exalted. “Yeah,” she responded to my disbelieving glance, “go park, then get in back with me,” she finished, stepping from the passenger seat and into the rear compartment. I drove from the correctional facility to the adjacent lot of the community college. {Yeah, I find it an odd location too… but the college was there first! And, the expressway and the medical examiner’s office are on the other side of the jail!}

I drove to a populated section of the parking lot and parked the truck under the cover of a line of trees lining the property between the college and the jail. On each side of the parking space, a sedan was parked. I set the vehicle in park, disengaged the engine, setting the security system. Then, I joined Tracy in the back.

She’d arranged the seats into their sleeping set-up. Stooping as I walked, I dropped my sweat pants as I proceeded to Tracy. She crawled off the seat-bed, coming to my feet, where she undid one sneaker. And, as I sat, she removed my shoe and the pant leg above it. “That’s good enough,” she announced.

Rising up between my legs, Tracy pushed me back, laying me down. She smiled as her lips moved toward my twitching manhood. “You missed me,” she cooed, “didn’t you?” My dick sprang to full attention, answering the wench’s question.

“MMm,” Tracy chirped, engulfing my cock in her cool dry mouth. Lazily, she began to ply her mouth to my dick, hoping to coax it to ejaculate. “Lick it!” I demanded. “Come ON,” I continued, “Suck It Bitch!” “I will,” she whispered, “I’m just going slow. I’ve missed you too, ya know.” “PUHLeese! If you wanted slow and easy, you wouldn’t have told me to park! Now suck my damn cock. And, Suck It Fuck’n Great.., or no money for you junkie bitch!”

Tracy’s eyes teared… but she gave my cock it’s proper attention.

Her mouth took quite a while to warm and moisten. She was no doubt dehydrated. I don’t know how she got her junk inside but she was clearly not clean; so, she must have been using during the last 50 days. I ran my hand over her head, luxuriating in her fabulous hair. She licked the head of my stick and rubbed my balls. “Nice,” I uttered, “Put it in your mouth now,” I urged.

Hesitantly, Tracy raised herself on her elbows, bringing her mouth above my prick. She parted her lips only slightly… SHOVE!

I grabbed the top of Tracy’s head with my right hand and brought it forcibly toward my raging rod! I squeezed her cranium, digging my nails into the thin skin, pressing her lips against my the tip of my shaft… “OH No,” she cried, as my penis rammed through the gates of her mouth, “NO. Don’t!” “Shut up!” As my arm pulled her head toward me, my pelvis pushed toward her.

I buried my cock in her throat, slapping her chin with my balls. As I held my manhood in her throat, I reached out my left hand and grabbed a tit. Squeezing Tracy’s tit brought more tears to her eyes. Her pallor became akin to the color of my vehicle’s windows. Incompletely, I released Tracy’s head from my pelvis, drawing my cock from her throat just enough to allow air to pass.

Her eyes became swelled, just a bit, and snot leaked from her nose.

I manhandled her tit, clutching it insensitively. Then, as a kind of pink returned to her face, I shoved my cock back into her throat! Now, I was ready! My cock was rigid and red. And, I wanted to fill this bitch’s guts with my semen!

Releasing her tit, my left hand joined my right, grabbing the sides of Tracy’s head. I held her crown still as I pumped my pelvis up and down. “Yeah, Bitch! Fuck that mouth!” Slamming my cock into her pie hole, a frenzy overtook me. My pulse quickened, breath came in short bursts, sweat ran along my flesh.

Slam. Slap. Pump. Choke. SLAM. Gasp. SHOVE.

I pummeled Tracy’s mouth, stuffing her throat… again… and again… still again….

“Yes! OH. Fuck,” I shuddered, “Yeah, Tracy. So fuck’n good. Just fuck my dick with that mouth.” As the frenzy took control, my hold of her head waned. Slowly, Tracy’s breathing returned to normal. Still snot from her nose had reached my cock and she was getting a mouthful. Her tears too had flowed to my pelvis, running along my shaft to pool in my pubic hair… some snot made it there too.

Clumped to Tracy’s chin, deposited by my pelvis, sticky globules of spit, tears and snot gave her a more sickly appearance than that with which she left the jail.

Still, the hooker was inclined to remain at work. Tracy held her head still and, “Hm Hm. Gibvb Mbe [Gasp] yubr cubm bbby,” encouraged me to continue fucking her face.

“Yes. Gunna Cum in your mouth.” “Yebs. Dob Ibt. Cbubmb febr mbe.” “OH! Fuck! Swallow It. Take It! Fuckin’ Cummin Tracy!”

Spurt… after spurt… after spurt… and another spurt of cum fled my cock. Tracy’s lips squeezed my shaft at the base and worked their way up to the tip, pulling every last bit of ejaculate out of my dick!

When she released my cock, semen coated her lips. She opened her mouth exposing her cum pooled tongue. Then she swallowed it all for me before licking the cum from her lips and swallowing that too!

She looked at me with dim eyes and an expressionless face… then she dressed and returned to the passenger seat. I too soon dressed. As I stepped into the driver’s seat I reached above the visor and retrieved a thin pile of bills… $40 in all.

Handing the money to Tracy, I started the engine and set the transmission in gear. I drove her to the North East side of the County and dropped her off at the corner of her choice… from there she would walk to the nearest `store’ to waste her forty dollars.