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John Hudson Jr's Life Stories

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John Picks Up Prostitute Clarise Morgan
And Ends Up Spanking Her
May/15/1999 - In The AM

As John's limousine pulls near his hotel, he decides to pick up a prostitute and have sex. Janet was a nice woman and he doesn't believe in sex on the first date. So he didn't try anything with her. Plus he wouldn't want to ruin his chances with her by trying, as she seemed to be a very nice woman. Even if she did lie to him about having a curfew. He planned on marrying her some day. It was love at first site or was it lust at first site. He didn't know and at this point in their relationship he didn't really care.

Plus the way her mother treated her and her father grilled him it was a good thing that he didn't try. He thought it was funny that a 22-year-old even had a curfew. But it was kind of cute. At least he knew that she would turn out to be a lady and not some trash, which a lot of women turn out to be. Sleeping with every man that comes along.

He sees a good-looking young blonde. "Gus, stop the limo in front of that hooker."

The limo stops and John puts the window down. "2 hundred for the night."

The hooker walks over to the car, "My names Clarise and you've just rented me for the night."

John got out of the limo and gave Gus the driver a hundred. "Won't need you for the rest of the night, Gus." He turned to Clarise, "My names John."

The limo pulled off. John points over to the Charlton Arms, "That's our destination."

Clarise looks over at it, "They don't like my kind in they're."

John puts his arm around hers and starts to walk her over to the hotel, "Don't worry Clarise, they won't bother me. I could walk in there with 3 elephants, two midgets and you buck naked and they'd only get the freight elevator for the elephants."

As they walked through the lobby, Clarise noticed that doors where opened for him and not one person tried to get her out. She began to walk through the place like she was the Queen of Sheba. She acted as if she was lady so and so. Like it was her they where bowing and scrapping for.

Once up in the room John got right down to business and took off his clothes. He then stripped her. He wasn't too gentlemanly about it either.

Clarise was standing there naked as the proverbial jaybird. John walked over to her and swatted her on the ass to hurry her over to the bed, "Ouch."

"Get over to the bed woman and lay on your stomach or I may just have to tan that aristocratic ass of yours." Clarise walked over and laid on her stomach as instructed. John walked over and sat on the bed. He reached out and rubbed her soft backside. Putting the fleshiest part between his two fingers he pinched it. "Turn over on your back baby." When he pinched it he left a nice little bruise on the fleshy part of her ass.

"Ouch." Not so rough, watch it."

As she turns over John notices that she isn't a dye blonde, but is naturally blonde. Or at least he can't see any roots in her pubic hairs. He thinks, it's rare to see a natural blonde.

Twenty years old, and like the commercials say, you can't pinch an inch! She has a nice pear shaped ass, a slim 25-inch waist and a set of boobs that most girl's only dream of and most men never even get to touch let alone fuck. About the size of grapefruits, there is no sag to her titties at all, and her nipples, although not long, are nice and always point upward.

He reaches up and squeezes one of her tits. All natural he notices no implants in them babies. He was going to enjoy this lady. He believed in treating every woman like a lady. That is until they began to act like they weren't a lady. Even then he tried. But some women simply needed to be treated like whores, so if that's what they needed that's the way he treated them.

John got up on her as she spread her legs. Once he was over her he dropped down on her and in went his dick. She moaned as his dick went in, "Ooohhhh, oh yes. That's it."

John wasn't impressed. He knew that a pro wouldn't be that tight. She wouldn't be so tight that she'd moan when fucked. But he'd take whatever she gave him. He got up on his elbows, "No talking baby, just fucking."

He fucked her and she responded. At least she was good. His dick throbbed inside her as she moved her hips to the motion of his. "Harder baby. Move that ass of yours up and down more. My dick is barely moving in there."

Clarise responded by pumping her ass up and down at a faster rate.

Then John's dick exploded inside her cunt. He shot his load so deep inside her he thought it was going to come out her ass.

After he had fucked her, he rolls off her and falls asleep. About an hour latter he wakes up and in the dark he can see someone walking around the room. He turns on the light by the bed stand. It's Clarise and she's standing there, buck-naked, holding his wallet. John jumps out of bed immediately and looks at her, she looks back at him with a sheepish shit-eating grin on her face.

John walks over to Clarise, holding his wallet in her hands, he grabs her by the ear and violently pulls her over to the bed. "Get your fucking hands off me, what do you think your doing you little bastard."

John sits down on the bed and puts Clarise over her knee, "My dear I think I'm about to tan a thieving bitches ass, 'till it's bright red."

She is struggling and starting to scream. "Noooooo, help, someone help me. Fire, fire." She yelled fire hoping someone would come to her rescue faster than if she yelled rape. She had heard that people respond to fire, but not to help or rape.

John stops for a few seconds, "Clarise, I just caught you going through my wallet, That's theft plain and simple. I'm going to give you a choice. Either I let you up and call the manager of this place and they get the police or you lay there and accept this spanking."

She doesn't say a word, "Thinking are we." He puts his hand on her backside. "Well let me help you. I own this hotel and a dozen just like it." He lied about the number of hotels he owned, sounded better. "I've got more money than god. For that matter when he created the universe he came to me for the loan, and he still owes me money on it. Now what is your decision."

Clarise stops struggle, "Oh god you bastard, what do you think it is."