Sex and Smoking Crack with a Prostitute and her Daughter

She said her name was Karen, but I knew that everybody had two or three names in crack town. She was a thin black girl, it was hard to tell her age but I was guessing she was in her late twenties. She was wearing shorts just a little too tight for her firm ass and a cut up sweatshirt that almost hid a pair of chubby tits.

I had about a couple of hundred bucks or so on me, to buy some crack. It wasn’t sex I was
after so as much as it was the rock. I always liked having a girl with me when I was smoking it up. We hooked up with an eight-ball of rock and went to an apartment she said was hers. Before she unlocked the door to the place, she told me that we’d have to be quiet, that she had her little sister living there. I was okay with that, I just wanted to get high anyway, I didn’t imagine talking too much. The place was OK, a ragged looking couch and a little kitchen table with two mismatched chairs, early thrift shop style.

We sat next to each other at the table, and I broke a few chunks off of my 8-ball and set them on the table, pocketing the rest. I quietly set about the business of smoking some crack – slicing off a good piece, setting it up on the chore boy, melting it down with the lighter. I flicked the lighter and brought it up to the end of the glass pipe. I pulled gently on the pipe, so the flame just barely touched the end of the tube. I could see the melted crack go liquid, then turn to thick white smoke as I sucked it down. I kept inhaling until my lungs were full, then started to gently exhale through my nose. It hit me like a freight train, like it always does the first time after you’ve been clean for a while. I exhaled and was flying high. I put in another piece and handed her the pipe. While she lit it up and inhaled greedily, I pulled up her top and exposed her breasts, cradling and weighing each one in turn, then squeezing the nipples. I set myself up another hit, smoked it, then passed her the pipe while I lay sideways across her lap and sucked on one of her nipples. It got longer and longer in my mouth as I gently nursed. We passed the pipe back and forth, lighting up and smoking the rock. This was good rock. I had her strip naked, and worked her pussy with my fingers while I sucked on her nipples. We talked quietly about everything and nothing at all. She was going to straighten herself up and get a job, I was going to move out of this town for good. She used to work in an office, I used to have my own construction business. She liked the ritual of crack smoking, I liked to get my dick sucked while I took a hit.

You lose track of time smoking that shit. Eventually the last few pieces of what I had put out were sitting on the table. I asked her if she would suck my cock while I did a hit. She didn’t answer but got off her chair and knelt in front of me. I guess she thought she owed me a blowjob since it was my money that paid for everything we smoked. She got started on my cock, bringing it to a good-sized erection in no time. Her slick fat lips slid up and down my shaft while her hands stroked my balls.