The following is not my own confession but a story a co-worker of mine told me over our lunch break one afternoon. In order to keep the story exactly as related to me, I have chosen to keep in certain speech that may be considered racist by some of you. Just know that the words and sentiment are not my own.
- OP

Ok, so I hadn't expected to run into my cousin Ella Mae when I stopped by my mom's house after work last Friday. I just needed to take a piss and wanted to say hi, maybe see if mom had made dinner early so I could snag a free meal you know?? But I walk in and there's Ella, broke as usual and asking for a handout. Its one of the reasons the rest the family avoids her like the plague.
My mom had already done her "I'm so sorry hon, I'm broke too" bit, which was bullshit, of course, my mom's got plenty of money. But she's not a charity, right?? Ella Mae knew it was a lie too, but what could she do?? It's not as if calling my mom a liar would suddenly make her decide to give her forty or fifty bucks.
I took my piss and checked the kitchen. No dinner. I guess Ella Mae had kept mom busy, so I was a little pissed off. I grabbed a can of Coke out of the fridge, kissed my mom goodbye and tried to slip back out of the house when Ella Mae follows me outside. Could I give her a ride home?? She said she'd used her last dollar to get the bus across town to my mom's place and now she was stranded.
I dug in my pocket and fished out a buck. Ella didn't take it. It was late she said, the last bus had run already.
Yeah, sure I sighed. I hopped in my car and she went around to the passenger side and slid in.
Ella Mae was a major pain in the ass, no doubt. She always had been. And it wasn't just the always wanting a handout, she was just one of those people that had something about them that made you dislike them just a little no matter how nice they tried to be.
Still, she was a definite hottie. Short, red head, gray eyed, perky little tits and a big round ass. It was just a shame she only gave it up to black guys. All she ever seemed to date were blacks. She has a couple nappy headed kids. Neither one has the same father. You know how that shit goes?? Ghetto. If she dated her own, maybe she'd have a man with a job. But she likes being broke and on Welfare all the time.
I fired up my car and pulled out onto the road, soon as the engine kicked on the radio started blasting the Marshall Tucker Band. I fucking love MTB. But this little bitch screws her face up and reaches across and cuts the volume down. I stare at her like, WTF?? She smiles and says "Sorry, that was hurting my ears."
"Well, I ain't got no nigger music," I said and cut it back up a little.
She don't say shit to that, lol - just sits there a minute, then changes the subject. "You've got a nice car, Bud."
"Yep," I says. "Where abouts you live now??"
She told me. I wasn't surprised. We needed to go halfway across town to the this neighborhood called Highway City. You know where it is?? Yeah, that's it. I always just called it Little Tijuana. Lot of Mexicans, lot of blacks and not much else but cockroaches, bed bugs and head lice. Couldn't pay me to live like that.
So were driving along and I keep staring at Ella's tits from the corner of my eye. I couldn't help it. She was wearing a bright pink Hello Kitty t-shirt and her nipples were poking up. I was dying to just reach over and tweak one of 'em, haha. I restrained myself.
I'd heard rumors about Ella. Conversations between my mom and other relatives over the phone. The family gossip. Ella had been dating this real bad ass gangsta thug nigger named T. Don't ask me what T stood for, hell if I know. Maybe Turd. But this big black hood put Ella out on the street, whoring her out. He can't get a job, but he can whore out his old lady. Classy, right??
I'm thinking about what a shame that is and I hear sniffling. I glance over and Ella Mae's bawling.
"What's wrong with you??" I asked.
So she gives me the same spiel she already ran past my mom. Her latest old man Little Mouse - I'm telling you, I can't make these fucking names up, lol - anyway, he walked out on her and the kids. But not before he stole the EBT card and cleaned it out. The cash money and food stamps, all gone. Ella Mae got a charity place to go her rent and utilities, but she didn't have a scrap of food for her kids.
I shook my head. "Can I ask you a question??"
"Yeah."
"Why do you even date those guys??"
She knew what I was asking. She shrugged.
"I got a buddy at work," I said. "Big Fred, the foreman. Nice guy. About thirty-five years old...."

He was talking about me, I corrected him. "I'm forty-one."
"No shit??" He blinked. "Huh. Anyways, I tell her you're a real good ol' boy. You've got a great job, you own your own house, you've got money in the bank. You're single. She could be trying to land a guy like you. But no, she's wasting her life chasing after ghetto trash."

She just sits there, not saying a word. Finally she works up the nerve. "Can you help me out, Bud??"
I shrugged.
"Tell me something, girl."
"What??"
I stared at her while we sat at a red light. "Is it true what I've heard?? That old boy of yours, T - did he put you out on whore stroll??"
She wasn't expecting that. I bet she thought none of us knew anything at all about that. I could read the surprise and guilt in her face.
"I...no...I," her mouth worked like a goldfish. Finally she buried her face in her hands. "Omg... you know??"
"Everybody knows," I said. "I overheard my mom and aunt Tammy discussing it on the phone."
The light changed and I continued on. She started bawlin again.
"Its true then."
"I just did it for my kids," she blubbered. "I'll do anything for them. It was never for T."
I nodded. "Well, seems to me those babies of yours need mama to come through for them again. So I'll tell you what, Ella. I'll help you out, if you help me out."
She wiped her eyes. "Huh?? How??"
"Well, to be blunt I want to fuck you," I said. "I'll pay you for it. Cash money in your hip pocket tonight. Enough to put some groceries on the table."
"Bud, your my cousin," she said.
"Fuck all that," I said. "That's my offer. We can drive out to my place and fool around and you'll get paid. Or I can drive you home, and you can send your kids to bed hungry."
"That's no choice at all," she sighed.
"So its a deal??"
"Yes," she muttered.
I grinned and cut my music up a little louder. Badfinger was halfway through "Day After Day". That was my jam. I was about to get laid. I was in a good place. I reached over and squeezed Ella's leg and left my hand high up on her thigh as we drove south, out of town and out into the country where I stayed.
"Tell me about the times you whored yourself out," I said. "I want to know what it was like."
"Bud," she groaned. "I don't wanna talk about that."
"Yeah, but I want to hear about it though," I said. "It'll turn me on."
She looked out the window and I rubbed her leg. "Come on, girl. Be nice."
"What do you want to know??"
"What kinda guys did you whore with??"
"Mostly older guys," she said. "Lot of old white guys, a few Mexicans and Asians."
"No niggers??"
She shook her head. "No. Mostly businessmen."
"Lot of blowjobs??" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "Handjobs and blowjobs were the cheapest. But nobody ever wanted just a handjob."
"I bet your good at sucking a cock," I said. "Are you??"
"I guess you'll find out," she said. "Is this really getting you off??"
"Hard as a rock," I admitted. "You make them wear condoms for BJs??"
"Of course," she said. "You think I want AIDs??"
"I'm not wearing one," I said. "I want to feel skin on skin."
"I don't care," she sighed. "I got my tubes tied after my last baby. I can't get pregnant anymore."
"You ever been fucked in the ass??"
"A few times," she said. "Hurts like hell, but I got paid the most for that."
"You ever do more than one guy at once??"
She nodded. "Some Mexican guys pulled a train on me once. Always two on and a couple waiting their turn. They wouldn't let me leave their motel room for hours. One of them even fucked me with his beer bottle. Then they wouldn't even pay me. Just shoved me out the door. So the next time I saw a couple of them, I pointed them out to my old man and T shot at them. That's why he went to prison."
"You ever have sex with another girl??"
"Not for pay," she said. "I'm bi. Sometimes I have a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend. Closest I ever came to being head over heels in love and wanting to get married was when I was with this black chick named LaWanda."
"What happened with her??"
"She was freaky with her brother James," Ella said. "We'd have threesomes. She ended up leaving me for her brother. They still live over in the Villa projects. Their both on drugs real bad now."
We drove and talked. After about twenty minutes we came to my home, a 27-foot aluminum trailer sat out in an alfalfa field on the outskirts of town. We got out and went inside.
"Home sweet home," I sighed.
"I always loved the country," she said. "I grew up out here."
I reached out and grabbed her shirt and pulle her to me. We kissed. I felt her tongue sliding over and against my own. She tasted like cigarettes. I found that slightly disgusting, but didn't complain.
"I've got wo hundred bucks," I said. "Was saving it to add a little more to and take a weekend trip to Reno or something. Gamble a little. It's yours. But I want everything. Blowjob, pussy and ass. I want to cum three times before you leave."
She nodded. "Ok."
"We can make this a regular thing," I said. "I make a good living. If you let me call you up from time to time and set up dates, so I can meet you somewhere and pick you up and bring out here to the house for sex, I'll pay every time."
"Sounds good to me," she said. "Least with you I know I won't get robbed or beaten up."
I had some booze in the fridge, so I mixed us both a drink and then excused myself to grab a quick shower. I had her do the same after me, because she smelled a little. It was that cheap dollar store perfume. I never could stand the stuff. When she came out, she was naked. She had a red bush forming a perfect delta between her legs and pink nipples. I approved.
"I like a woman with a bush," I said. "Let's me know I'm fucking a grown woman and not a little girl."
"I'm usually bald," she told me. "I just haven't shaved in a while."
"Don't," I said. "No bush, no money from me."
"I'll remember," she said.
We went into my bedroom. The sex was real good. She sucked me off, while I ate her pussy. I even played with her tight little asshole, fingering it and licking around the rim. She deep throated me, sucked my balls, played with my ass too. I blew a big load in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. Afterwards we smoked a joint together and kissed. When I could go again I did her doggy style. I really pounded her pussy. She was grunting and groaning, those little titties swinging back and forth. Yeah, I worked up a sweat. Came again. I wasn't sure I could do three without a nap. But there was no time. I had to take her home. So we laid there fooling around and talking dirty. I had her tell me more about her sexual experiences. That primed my pump again. So I fucked her in the ass from the missionary position. It was a damn tight fit, even with lube. But I loved it. I could barely walk when we were finished, and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. I was bushed. Fucking takes a lot out of a man.
But her kids needed her. I got up and got dressed and pressed two C-notes in her hand. She kissed my cheek. I patted her plump little ass, wishing she didnt have those kids. I would have moved her in with me if she didn't. But there's no way I wanted a house full of niglets running around.
I took her home.

After Bud finished his story her grinned and stretched.
"Bud," I said. "Your a real piece of shit."
"Huh," he blinked. "What?? Why?? What did I do??"
I signaled it was time to get back to work and walked to my truck.