Tracy the Crack Whore_(1)

Sean watched out his kitchen window as the scene unfolded in his backyard. The girl, a young teen, led a strange man toward the rear of Sean’s property, to the rickety old shed. He watched her grow frustrated, and then mad, when she found the shed padlocked.

Sean grinned, in his kitchen, as he reached into his pocket, removing his key-ring and examining the two shiny new Master-Lock keys. As he watched, the teen seemed to make a decision, and she led her man around to the side of the shed. She knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants with her frantic hands. Soon, she had his pants around his knees, and looking around, the teen seemed confident she wasn’t being watched. She took his cock into her mouth. The man grabbed the youth’s head and began to slowly thrust his hips. Before long, the man’s hands wandered down the girl’s halter top, fiddling with her small breasts, as his pants slid down to his ankles. Sean grinned again when he saw the girl’s hand slowly fall to the ground beside her, and begin to search the man’s pants. He needed to buy some binoculars, he thought.

Then Sean grew concerned at the thought of the teen being caught lifting the man’s wallet. He didn’t want her getting hurt on his property. He mentally kicked himself again for buying this fucking house just a month ago. He hated it, and he hated the ratty fucking neighborhood. Crack infested. He had foolishly rushed into buying the home, and actually thought he was getting a bargain at the time. If he sold it now, he would take a financial beating, for sure.

The man may have suspected the girl’s deceitful nature, Sean thought, because he suddenly pulled his hands out from under her halter and pushed her roughly against the wooden shed and restrained her arms. The man’s voice reached Sean in the kitchen when he hollered at the teen, causing Sean to wince as he wondered who else may have heard the commotion in his back yard. The teen, trapped, looked up at the man. . . and then opened her mouth. With his pants around his ankles, the man shuffled forward and began to face-fuck the girl, her head bouncing off the shed with each thrust. “Jesus,” Sean thought. “I need a security fence around my yard.”

The teen squeezed her eyes shut, but accepted the abuse her trick was dealing out. Sean had watched her suck-off several men in his backyard, usually inside his tiny shed, which is why he had so recently secured it. He saw the teen’s little breasts jiggling under her tight halter top not thirty feet from his kitchen window. With a growl, the man pulled out of the girl’s mouth, released her arms, and began to jack-off, spraying his sperm all over her young face.

Satisfied, the man pulled up his pants and reached for his wallet. Throwing a couple bills down onto the ground next to the shaking girl, he spun around and marched out of Sean’s backyard. Sean watched her for a moment as she knelt aside his shed. She slid down the wooden wall until she was sitting, and began to wipe her face with her hands. Sean had seen enough, and headed for his backdoor.

“Hey, girl.” Sean called out quietly. She tensed, looked at him and then froze. “It’s alright. Don’t worry. I won’t give you any trouble.” Sean tried to sound sincere. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do, but he wasn’t going to hurt her. “Get up, come in here.” She didn’t move. “Now, c’mon.” Slowly, Sean walked out onto his back porch watching the teen closely, her body language suggested she would soon take flight.

“Come in, wash up. I’ll get you a. . .” Sean said, thinking of offering her a soda, but they called it a “pop” here in Michigan, he had learned. “. . .Pop. A root beer.” She was considering it, he thought. “Maybe I’ll give you a key to that shed. You can wash your face in my kitchen sink.” He turned and walked into his house. He walked down his hallway and stopped before a closet just before his bathroom. He opened it and grabbed a large thick towel.

Was inviting her into his house a good idea? He knew nothing about her, except that she sucked dick for cash, and that this behavior fascinated him. He felt sorry for her, sure, he worried about her, but mostly, he wanted to talk to her. He wanted to get her to stop using his property, to go somewhere else and suck dicks. He walked back down the hall to find the teen standing in his backdoor way, peering inside, her face soaked with sperm. He tossed the towel to her and nodded at his kitchen sink.

“Thanks,” she said quietly. Holding the towel to her chest, she crept into his house, wary and tense, watching him closely. Sean sat down at his kitchen table. She set the towel on the counter and turned-on the water, hot and cold, and waved her hands under the faucet as she gazed at Sean, still anxious. Without taking her eyes from him, she leaned forward and began to splash some water on her face. Sean faced away from her, looked out toward his sparsely furnished living room. He heard a small sob escaped from the girl, but Sean kept looking away.

Soon, he could hear her washing and sobbing and when he looked again she had her whole head under the kitchen faucet and she was scrubbing at her hair urgently, frantically. Sean watched her. Her hands returned to her face, scrubbing and scrubbing, and then back to her shoulder length blonde hair, as she pulled rubber band from her ponytail, freeing it, she nearly climbed into his sink, frantically washing herself, now crying. A minute later, her head was still under the running water, her hands gripping his counter, her little legs a bit shaky. Sean wanted to say something to her, but had no clue what. He stood and crossed the floor to his fridge, opening it and looking inside.

“Root Beer or Diet Coke?” he asked. He heard the water being shut off, but she didn’t answer. Holding a root beer, he turned to face her. Her face was buried in the towel. Being six-and-a-half feet tall Sean towered over her. Weighing two-hundred-and-forty pound of nearly solid muscle, he dwarfed her. She was tiny, but when she lowered the towel and looked up at him, he sensed she was far from helpless. She had defiant eyes. Blue, rimmed with puffy red lids. She sniffled, but her features stiffened, her chin thrust out. She shook her head, and then wrapped the towel around her shoulder length hair, while measuring Sean with her eyes. With a graceful little hop, she bounced up and sat on the counter and grabbed her root beer.

“Thank you,” she said warily. Sean liked her delicate little collar bones, her thin neck, but he kept his eyes from wandering too far from hers. Sean was never very comfortable around girls, women. He had had only two girlfriends in his life. He had slept with his first girlfriend only once before she dumped him. It had taken Sean more than a year to recover his self-esteem from that. Then he had met Azura, who he almost dated for more than eight years; they had nearly married. Her mixed Hispanic and Navajo blood left Azura susceptible to the curses of alcohol, which fatally flawed their relationship, though, leading Sean to leave her just months ago. Azura had been beautiful women, larger and dark skin. She would have dwarfed this teen on his kitchen counter.

“Listen. . . um,” Sean started. The girl produced a box of Marlboro reds from her back pocket. She opened it. . . producing a cigarette and lighter.

“Tracy,” she said, lighting the cigarette.

“Tracy, I was hoping, or, I was gonna tell you. Ask you. I want you to stop using my backyard.” Sean watched her absorb this. She seemed to relax, and took a sip of her pop. Her eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief. She took a long drag off her smoke.

“Gimme a key to the shack,” she responded, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “You got spiders in there, you know? Look,” she said holding out her hand. Sean saw a small welt on the side of her hand, next to her pinky. “Got bit. Should sue you. Better hope this doesn’t get any worse.” Sean took a step toward her, and took her little hand into his. He examined the bite closely, and decided to give it some attention. Soon, he stood in front of her again, cleaning it with some alcohol and putting a band aid on it. Probably didn’t even happen in his shed, he thought. He looked up and searched her eyes.

“What are you gonna do with that money he gave you? Buy crack?” Sean asked her.

“If it’s any of your fucking business, probably so.” She looked down as she said this and flicked an ash from her cigarette into his sink. “Want some too?” She showed no fear now when her gaze returned to Sean. She was relaxed and calm, defiant.

“How old are you, where do you live?” She looked at him, shaking her head. With that big towel wrapped around her head, her shoulders looked impossibly slight and were peppered with about a dozen freckles.

“Can I use your brush?” she asked, hopping down from his kitchen counter and removing the towel. “You got a hair brush? Huh?” He did, he went and got it, watched her quickly run it through her hair. She quickly had it tied back in a pony tail. “Anything you want before I leave?” Sean looked at her blankly. “No?” He shook his head. She marched right out his back door, hopped off his porch and ran quick as a rabbit out of his back yard. Sean got on the phone and began shopping for a security fence.


Sean dreamt that night. He stood in a long line with other men, all of them naked. They were in a large room; it reminded Sean of a theater lobby, their line formed within thick red ropes held up by brass poles. It was hard to tell where the red walls met the red carpeting. Way up at the front of the line, a young man dressed like an usher waited. Sean felt uncomfortable when he looked at the other men. Their cocks were so large and his was strangely small. Weird, he thought, he always had a big cock.

Then Sean saw Tracy walk out into the lobby, nude, thin and tan, very sexy. She looked impossibly young to be exhibiting herself like this, Sean thought. Sean about choked when she winked right at him, and he covered himself, embarrassed by his small size. The usher allowed the first man in line to approach Tracy, fondle her. She smiled like a little devil, and took this man’s cock into her mouth, cupped his balls with her hand.

The usher allowed another man through, and he approached Tracy from behind. She sighed with pleasure when he manhandled her, entered her eager young pussy from behind with his large cock.