Horny ebony whore needed money

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the bustling city streets. In the heart of this concrete jungle lived Jasmine, a stunning ebony beauty with curves that could make a statue weep. Money was tight, as it often was for a single mother working two jobs to make ends meet. But Jasmine was no pushover – she’d do whatever it took to provide for her young daughter.

As she walked home from her latest shift at the diner, a sleek black car pulled up beside her. The tinted window rolled down, revealing the smirking face of Rick, a regular customer she’d served more than just coffee. “Hey there, Jasmine. Always a pleasure to see you,” he purred, his eyes roaming over her body like a predator sizing up its prey.

Jasmine sighed, knowing where this was headed. “Not tonight, Rick. I’m tired and just want to get home to my daughter.” But Rick wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Now don’t be like that, doll. I’ve got a proposition for you. Something that could make all your financial troubles disappear.” He reached over and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful. “Get in the car. Let’s talk.”

Against her better judgment, Jasmine found herself sliding into the plush leather seat beside him. The car pulled away from the curb, leaving her neighborhood behind. “Where are we going?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Rick just chuckled. “You’ll see.” They drove in silence for a while, the tension thick between them. Finally, the car pulled up outside an upscale hotel. Rick turned to look at Jasmine, his eyes dark with desire. “Here’s the deal. I need you to spend the night with me. Do whatever I want, whenever I want. In return, I’ll give you five grand.”

Jasmine’s heart raced. Five thousand dollars – more than enough to cover all her debts and then some. But the price she’d have to pay…the things he’d demand of her. She bit her lip, considering.

Rick leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “Don’t overthink it, baby. It’s a no-brainer. You’re horny, and I’ve got the cash to satisfy that craving. Win-win.”

Jasmine felt a throb of desire between her thighs. Damn him for knowing exactly how to play her. “Fine,” she whispered, praying she wasn’t making a terrible mistake. “I’ll do it.”

Rick grinned triumphantly and climbed out of the car. He came around to open her door like a proper gentleman, but his eyes told a different story – one of a man hungry to devour her. Hand in hand, they entered the lavish hotel lobby, drawing the eyes of other guests. Jasmine held her head high, refusing to be ashamed. She had needs, and Rick was going to fulfill them.

They rode the elevator in silence, the sexual tension crackling between them. As soon as the doors shut, Rick pinned her against the wall, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Jasmine moaned into his mouth, her resolve crumbling under his skilled assault. She wanted this. Needed this.

The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival. Rick practically dragged her down the hall to their room, and the moment the door closed behind them, he was on her again. He ravaged her mouth, hands groping and kneading her ample curves through her too-tight uniform. “Fuck, you’ve got the best tits,” he groaned, nipping at her neck.

Jasmine panted, her mind hazy with lust. She fumbled with his belt, desperate to free his cock. He shoved her back onto the bed and knelt between her spread legs. “I want you to suck my dick first. Get it nice and hard for that sweet pussy of yours.”

Without hesitation, Jasmine shuffled down the bed until her face was inches from his straining erection. She darted out her tongue to lick the bead of precum from his tip, savoring his musky flavor. “Mmm, you taste good, Rick,” she purred.

And then she took him into her mouth, inch by throbbing inch. Rick threw his head back with a guttural moan. “Oh fuck yes, that’s it, baby. Take it all. I knew that mouth was gold.” She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him deep while fisting his thick shaft. Her second hand reached down to fondle his heavy balls.

Soon, his groans were getting louder, more urgent. “I’m getting close…I’m gonna…” Jasmine pulled off just in time, pumping his spurting cock with her hands. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her face, dripping down her chin and neck. Jasmine gasped at the sheer volume, turning on to feel so thoroughly used.

Rick collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving. But his respite was short-lived. He beckoned her to him with a crooked finger. “Come here, you cum-streaked whore. I’m not done with you yet.”

And indeed, he wasn’t. The rest of the night was a haze of depraved pleasure, broken only by Jasmine’s shameless cries of ecstasy. Rick bent her over every surface, teasing her sopping pussy until she was begging for his cock. The hero of the hour, it seemed, never went limp. He fucked her until she was cross-eyed, filling her with his seed over and over. At one point, he made her give him road head while they drove to some lavish pond. There, Jasmine stripped naked and shook her ass for him as the whole restaurant ogled her naughty twerks.

Jasmine’s throat was raw from screaming by dawn, her body sore in the most delicious way. Rick rolled over and held out a wad of crumpled bills. “I enjoyed our arrangement. Don’t be a stranger now.”

Blissed out and thoroughly satisfied, Jasmine didn’t even bother to count the money. She knew it would be the five grand he’d promised. Stumbling out of the room and then the hotel, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. She’d worked hard for that money, after all. Every buck was well earned.

The sun was just coming up as she walked home, relishing the low ache between her legs and the sticky residue on her skin – proof of a night well spent. Halfway there, she noticed a strange man lingering on the corner, his eyes following her every move. But Jasmine just smirked and flipped him off. She had nothing to hide, not anymore. Let the world know what a cock-hungry slut she’d become. After all, she was Jasmine the whore, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.