24-10-2024, 07:29 PM
It was one in the morning when they arrived at Marlon's crib. He took her to a room with an ensuite bath and two beds. "This is going to be your room. You'll share it with Julie. She'll show you the ropes.
"Clean sheets in the closet -- You should change them after each john. Keep yourself and the room clean. Get to sleep -- you start working at 10 in the morning. And shave that cunt. Johns like it smooth. Razor and cream in the bathroom." Marlon locked the door behind him.
Jennifer took a shower, trying to wash as much accumulated cum out of her before lying down on the bare mattress and crying herself to sleep.
His stable was just coming in from the streets, with money for the pimp. Marlon was having a great night.
It was only 8 AM when Marlon unlocked Jennifer's room. She was already up, and for a distraction had made the bed, showered, and had carefully shaved her crotch, using an electric trimmer she found and a disposable blade. Sleep had been sparse the previous night, between the sore tattoos, the freshly pierced nipples and her feelings of despair and fear.
Looking in panic at the clock, she said, "But you said 10! That I wouldn't have to work until 10!"
"This ain't work, sweetheart. I figure that I'd sample the wares before breakfast!" Marlon shed the bathrobe he was wearing and looked around the room. "I see Julie had an overnighter. She should be home soon. In the meantime, hop up on the bed."
Marlon glared at her when she just laid on the bed with an unpleasant look on her face. He whacked her thigh. "That's how you're going to treat the johns? Get a smile on your face and start encouraging me to fuck you! Act like the whore you are!" He slapped her thigh again, harder.
Jennifer had determined overnight that her only option was to embrace her role as a whore. Anything else would just extend it. In her surprise at Marlon's early entry, she had forgotten. Now, she planned to act like the biggest whore she could think of.
"Oh, please, let me suck you dick! Please fuck me, fuck me hard!" Jennifer begged, with a ridiculous, rigid smile plastered on her face.
Marlon sighed. "We'll work on that.."
Jennifer hopped up on her knees and aggressively sucked Marlon into her mouth,
bobbing enthusiastically on his cock. As he hardened, the pimp smiled and said, "Now, that's more like it!"
He reached around the new whore to feel at her vulva and she winced as his arm brushed her new tattoo. "Sorry," he said. As he rubbed his new bitch's lips, he said with some satisfaction, "Aw, so you're getting a little moist? You might enjoy this yet."
He pushed her back on the bed, rubbed his cockhead up and down the now moist slit and began pressing in. "
Hey, you're a lot tighter than I would have guessed. Didn't your husband ever fuck you?"
Jennifer smiled coyly and lied, "He's not nearly as big as you are!" Jennifer was no dummy. She didn't want to be here one minute more than she had to be. She faked a couple of moans, for good measure.
Marlon wasn't fooled, but he was pleased to see the effort was being made. And he was impressed with her tight hole, and glad he'd got into it early. Might not be that tight tonight.
He picked up his speed and was rewarded when Jennifer started breathing harder. Then her vagina clenched down on his penis, sending him over the edge. He slapped her on her ass and redressed. She definitely had the makings of a great whore.
He took the naked girl down to the kitchen for some eggs and bacon. He introduced her to the other girls (who she noticed were all clothed) and to Marcie, who ran the house. Marlon explained that most of the girls worked the streets at night, but everyone was available for walk-ins during the day. He instructed Marcie that Jennifer was available for blowjobs, vaginal sex and light bondage, but no anal. That prize was to be auctioned that night -- at least the first five goes. After that, the regular anal price would go into effect, and she'd be available for multiple partner play.
When Marlon left, Marcie had Jennifer stand in front of her, turn around and been over,
exposing her vagina and anus to the girls at the table. Marcie stuck two fingers up her cunt and one finger knuckle deep into her anus, humiliating the poor woman in front of the other whores.
"Tight!", Marcie proclaimed, licking her fingers clean. She got up, pulled four bottles of water out of a cabinet, and instructed, "You'll stay in your room today. I'll keep the door locked when you're alone, unlocking the door only when clients join you. When Julie comes home, she'll keep watch on you. Meanwhile, you keep the bed clean and yourself clean. No one likes a sloppy cunt!"
The other whores started giggling. "Oh, yeah," sighed Marcie. "Except creepy Carl. But if he wants you, I'll warn you not to clean after the last john."
Locked in her room, Jennifer serviced thirty men before dinner. It was almost routine, she thought.
They would come in, suck, suck, suck
, then fuck, fuck fuck
. Jennifer met them all in her new persona as 'Superwhore".
Most of her clients were disappointed at her recent nipple piercing. It was too painful for them to suck or pull at her breast, though a few tried anyway, ignoring her screams of pain.
She'd had an orgasm with Marlon that morning, to her surprise, but while not as unpleasant as she feared it would be, she hadn't climaxed with any of the paying customers. It was all business. She worked hard to make the johns come as quickly as possible, forgoing any of her own pleasure.
At lunch, her roommate Julie opened her door instead of Marcie. Julie was a buxom black girl, with a smile almost as big as her breasts.
Despite the circumstances, Jennifer found herself smiling back as Julie declared, "Damn, girl, you gonna be some competition! You's gorgeous, girl!" Julie brought up a lunch of a pasta bowl and garlic bread, and stayed with Jennifer as she ate. "Jenny, how are you doing?"
Jennifer corrected her. "Jennifer. It's Jennifer."
"Sorry, sweetheart, but you're on the board downstairs as Jenny. It's not worth correcting that. Marcie's a mean bull dyke who doesn't like being corrected, so unless you like licking old nasty cunt, just go along with it." Julie broke off a piece of "Jenny's" garlic bread and nibbled at it. "Speaking of which, while they got us working doubles, some of the guys will want some girl-on-girl action. You ever get kinky with another gal?"
Jennifer blushed and shook her head. "Now sweat", Julie laughed. You just do what I'll be doing to you, and we'll both get along fine." She tore off another chuck of garlic bread.
The new whore was hungry after her first six customers and gobbled down the pasta. "Is it always like this?", she asked her new friend.
"Nah, this is pretty light. They're keeping you fairly busy because you're new." Julie shrugged and scrunched her nose. "Fresh pussy, you know? They always think it's better. And Marlon's telling everyone that he won you in a poker game from your husband, so they know you're not really a whore. Yet. You will be by tomorrow, like it or not. But they love thinking that they're doing you when you don't want it, you know?" She scrunched her nose again. "Men are weird, huh?"
She looked critically at Jennifer. "Never have shaved yourself before, have you?" she asked.
Blushing, Jennifer admitted that was true. "Why, did I do it badly?"
"Well, I see some razor burn and you're really not smooth all over." She reached down and ran her fingers across the girl's pubic mound. Jennifer flinched at her touch. Julie laughed, "Oh, don't worry. I'm not a lesbo, though some of the girls are. I only go down when it's for business. But tomorrow morning, I'll show you how to shave and how to get those hairs that you missed." She took the bowl back and left, locking Jennifer in, again.
"Clean sheets in the closet -- You should change them after each john. Keep yourself and the room clean. Get to sleep -- you start working at 10 in the morning. And shave that cunt. Johns like it smooth. Razor and cream in the bathroom." Marlon locked the door behind him.
Jennifer took a shower, trying to wash as much accumulated cum out of her before lying down on the bare mattress and crying herself to sleep.
His stable was just coming in from the streets, with money for the pimp. Marlon was having a great night.
It was only 8 AM when Marlon unlocked Jennifer's room. She was already up, and for a distraction had made the bed, showered, and had carefully shaved her crotch, using an electric trimmer she found and a disposable blade. Sleep had been sparse the previous night, between the sore tattoos, the freshly pierced nipples and her feelings of despair and fear.
Looking in panic at the clock, she said, "But you said 10! That I wouldn't have to work until 10!"
"This ain't work, sweetheart. I figure that I'd sample the wares before breakfast!" Marlon shed the bathrobe he was wearing and looked around the room. "I see Julie had an overnighter. She should be home soon. In the meantime, hop up on the bed."
Marlon glared at her when she just laid on the bed with an unpleasant look on her face. He whacked her thigh. "That's how you're going to treat the johns? Get a smile on your face and start encouraging me to fuck you! Act like the whore you are!" He slapped her thigh again, harder.
Jennifer had determined overnight that her only option was to embrace her role as a whore. Anything else would just extend it. In her surprise at Marlon's early entry, she had forgotten. Now, she planned to act like the biggest whore she could think of.
"Oh, please, let me suck you dick! Please fuck me, fuck me hard!" Jennifer begged, with a ridiculous, rigid smile plastered on her face.
Marlon sighed. "We'll work on that.."
Jennifer hopped up on her knees and aggressively sucked Marlon into her mouth,
bobbing enthusiastically on his cock. As he hardened, the pimp smiled and said, "Now, that's more like it!"
He reached around the new whore to feel at her vulva and she winced as his arm brushed her new tattoo. "Sorry," he said. As he rubbed his new bitch's lips, he said with some satisfaction, "Aw, so you're getting a little moist? You might enjoy this yet."
He pushed her back on the bed, rubbed his cockhead up and down the now moist slit and began pressing in. "
Hey, you're a lot tighter than I would have guessed. Didn't your husband ever fuck you?"
Jennifer smiled coyly and lied, "He's not nearly as big as you are!" Jennifer was no dummy. She didn't want to be here one minute more than she had to be. She faked a couple of moans, for good measure.
Marlon wasn't fooled, but he was pleased to see the effort was being made. And he was impressed with her tight hole, and glad he'd got into it early. Might not be that tight tonight.
He picked up his speed and was rewarded when Jennifer started breathing harder. Then her vagina clenched down on his penis, sending him over the edge. He slapped her on her ass and redressed. She definitely had the makings of a great whore.
He took the naked girl down to the kitchen for some eggs and bacon. He introduced her to the other girls (who she noticed were all clothed) and to Marcie, who ran the house. Marlon explained that most of the girls worked the streets at night, but everyone was available for walk-ins during the day. He instructed Marcie that Jennifer was available for blowjobs, vaginal sex and light bondage, but no anal. That prize was to be auctioned that night -- at least the first five goes. After that, the regular anal price would go into effect, and she'd be available for multiple partner play.
When Marlon left, Marcie had Jennifer stand in front of her, turn around and been over,
exposing her vagina and anus to the girls at the table. Marcie stuck two fingers up her cunt and one finger knuckle deep into her anus, humiliating the poor woman in front of the other whores.
"Tight!", Marcie proclaimed, licking her fingers clean. She got up, pulled four bottles of water out of a cabinet, and instructed, "You'll stay in your room today. I'll keep the door locked when you're alone, unlocking the door only when clients join you. When Julie comes home, she'll keep watch on you. Meanwhile, you keep the bed clean and yourself clean. No one likes a sloppy cunt!"
The other whores started giggling. "Oh, yeah," sighed Marcie. "Except creepy Carl. But if he wants you, I'll warn you not to clean after the last john."
Locked in her room, Jennifer serviced thirty men before dinner. It was almost routine, she thought.
They would come in, suck, suck, suck
, then fuck, fuck fuck
. Jennifer met them all in her new persona as 'Superwhore".
Most of her clients were disappointed at her recent nipple piercing. It was too painful for them to suck or pull at her breast, though a few tried anyway, ignoring her screams of pain.
She'd had an orgasm with Marlon that morning, to her surprise, but while not as unpleasant as she feared it would be, she hadn't climaxed with any of the paying customers. It was all business. She worked hard to make the johns come as quickly as possible, forgoing any of her own pleasure.
At lunch, her roommate Julie opened her door instead of Marcie. Julie was a buxom black girl, with a smile almost as big as her breasts.
Despite the circumstances, Jennifer found herself smiling back as Julie declared, "Damn, girl, you gonna be some competition! You's gorgeous, girl!" Julie brought up a lunch of a pasta bowl and garlic bread, and stayed with Jennifer as she ate. "Jenny, how are you doing?"
Jennifer corrected her. "Jennifer. It's Jennifer."
"Sorry, sweetheart, but you're on the board downstairs as Jenny. It's not worth correcting that. Marcie's a mean bull dyke who doesn't like being corrected, so unless you like licking old nasty cunt, just go along with it." Julie broke off a piece of "Jenny's" garlic bread and nibbled at it. "Speaking of which, while they got us working doubles, some of the guys will want some girl-on-girl action. You ever get kinky with another gal?"
Jennifer blushed and shook her head. "Now sweat", Julie laughed. You just do what I'll be doing to you, and we'll both get along fine." She tore off another chuck of garlic bread.
The new whore was hungry after her first six customers and gobbled down the pasta. "Is it always like this?", she asked her new friend.
"Nah, this is pretty light. They're keeping you fairly busy because you're new." Julie shrugged and scrunched her nose. "Fresh pussy, you know? They always think it's better. And Marlon's telling everyone that he won you in a poker game from your husband, so they know you're not really a whore. Yet. You will be by tomorrow, like it or not. But they love thinking that they're doing you when you don't want it, you know?" She scrunched her nose again. "Men are weird, huh?"
She looked critically at Jennifer. "Never have shaved yourself before, have you?" she asked.
Blushing, Jennifer admitted that was true. "Why, did I do it badly?"
"Well, I see some razor burn and you're really not smooth all over." She reached down and ran her fingers across the girl's pubic mound. Jennifer flinched at her touch. Julie laughed, "Oh, don't worry. I'm not a lesbo, though some of the girls are. I only go down when it's for business. But tomorrow morning, I'll show you how to shave and how to get those hairs that you missed." She took the bowl back and left, locking Jennifer in, again.