This story is a work of fiction and may disclose various sexual and social subjects such as female/female sex, male/female sex, sexual reluctance, group sex, non-protected Sex, degradation, drugs, alcohol, exhibition, nonconsent, pregnancy, and subrogation. The characters in this story are all of the age of consent, which means adults by law. The author neither condones nor condemns any or all acts portrayed herein.
Dawn is not happy about Jamel wanting to turn her cousin Julie out as a whore. She knows there is not much she can do about it. Jamel always gets what he wants. Right now, he wants Julie to become another one of his stable of whores.
Jamel agreed to take care of Julie and keep her off the streets. He agreed that she would work out of the same house that Dawn did. Dawn's customers were always screened. None of the girls working out of that house have ever been arrested for anything.
The story has it that once, a girl from that house freelanced and was arrested for prostitution. Jamel bailed her out and shipped her to his brother to work the streets and seedy bars on the west coast. That is what Jamel does to keep his operation safe. His local street whores know that they will be shipped out if they talk or get out of line.
Jamel has enforcers; he personally never gets his hands dirty in these matters.
Thinking of Jamel, Dawn looks at the clock and knows he will be back soon. She had given Julie just enough wine coolers to relax her, not get her drunk. Jamel likes them lucid but relaxed.
The front door opened as Jamel walked in, followed by two of his enforcers, two of the three men who helped him turn her out. She remembers the big guy having the largest cock she has ever had in any orifice. God, her asshole was sore for days.
The three men walked in and sat down. Julie quickly regained her modesty and closed her legs, tucking them under her ass. But, not before the men got a nice view of her naked cunt lips protruding from her booty shorts.
Jamel looked at Dawn and said, "Get us some beers." She got up and quickly returned with the beers.
Jamel was sitting next to Julie with his arm over her shoulders. He took a beer and thanked Dawn as she delivered the other beers to the men. He put on a baseball game, and the guys drank and cheered the events of the game.
The seeming disinterest in Julie helped calm her nerves, and she again relaxed. Even though she kept her legs modestly together, the booty shorts still displayed the bare facts. Her cunt lips and part of her mound were on display.
It didn't matter; the men were well trained and would never touch one of Jamel's ladies unless they had his nod of approval. Today, Julie would only be displayed. But otherwise, be left alone. Building a girl's trust and confidence was all part of Jamels' game.
After a few more beers for the men and a few more wine coolers for Julie and me, the game was over and the men got up to leave. Julie was, by now, half in the bag, drunk but not wasted. Almost all modesty was gone.
She sat across from the men with her legs spread apart more than she would have been comfortable with had she been sober. The men were talking in hushed tones, but I heard them. They told Jamel that Julie would be a blast to break in.
Jamel smiled and said, "I will determine that day." The men nodded in approval and left. Jamel returned to the couch, looked at me, and said, "You did well. She looks great. " He then put his arms around both of us and groped some titty. He leaned in deeply, kissing me, then did the same with her.
I reached out and pulled down his zipper. I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants to pull out his wonderful cock. Just as I got his cock free of his boxers, Julie leaned in and took it in her mouth. My blood was boiling, but I didn't say anything because I was afraid Jamel would get pissed.
Julie bobbed up and down with his fat long cock in her mouth as Jamel pulled her tank top up. She stopped and came up to allow Jamel to pull it completely off of her, and I swallowed his prick to the root. That is something that Bitch still needs to learn.
Yes, Julie is my cousin, and I love her, but my man is my man. Julie leaned in again and pulled Jamels' pants and boxers down enough for her to lick and suck his big black nuts. Julie still has a lot to learn and has no idea that she will be putting out for money. Jamel controls the money.
He will share the smallest part with her, like an allowance. But as he pointed out, he provides the roof over our heads, the doctors' appointments, the testing for diseases, the food, the drinks, our clothing, jewelry, and almost everything we need. He also provides attorneys' legal services if such should become necessary.
Julie is now on her knees between Jamel's legs, tending to his nuts as he pulls my top up to expose my tits. I released his cock to let him pull my top off. Julie stuffed his prong in her mouth.
I unbuttoned Jamel's shirt and lightly bit his nipples as he pushed my booty shorts down off my ass to my knees. I lifted one knee at a time, pushing the garment below my knees so I could wiggle out of it.
Julie, in the meantime, got a mouth full of Jamels' sperm when he climaxed. He ordered her to share it with me, so she got up, grabbed my face, and pushed her lips to mine, opening her mouth to share his cum. Jamel reached out and unsnapped her shorts as I grabbed his wonderful large cock and impaled my twat on it.
Julie unzipped her booty shorts and stepped out of them before settling onto the couch to curl up naked next to Jamel as I bobbed up and down, filling my whore cunt with his cock.
I was under the impression that I would be "his" whore, and Julie would be the new whore for anyone who paid for her ass, cunt, or mouth. I know the trade. I've now been whoring for him for six months.
I have had Asian, black, and white cocks in every one of my orifices. I had average, big, and small. I have sucked Asian, black and white cunts, big, small, clean, and nasty. One bitch's cunt smelled so foul I thought I'd puke. But if I did, Jamel would have been pissed. That bitch paid a thousand dollars for me to spend the night.
One guy's dick was so small he never got it to stay in me and he blew his seed all over my mound. I did as I was trained and sucked his puny cock telling him how much I loved it. Men's sexual egos are so fragile. I also had to suck some pretty nasty, sweaty balls as well.
Julie will learn to deal with all of those things as well as the fetishes. Oh, the fetishes are sometimes pathetic, sometimes funny, and sometimes the client takes things too far. If a client puts any marks on a bitch, Jamel's enforcers deal with it. Damaged merchandise is a serious problem. Most clients don't like marked and bruised whores.
Julie will experience it all. I even had one client who enjoyed riding the crimson wave. Fucking gross, but Jamel said it paid well. I heard it was a thousand-dollar ride. Now, that is a fucking fetish.
Anyhow, back to the moment. I'm bouncing up and down on Jamels' beautiful large balk baby maker, watching it glide in and out as I rise and fall. Seeing the sheen of my juices coating and lubricating both of us as I neared the apex of my climax.
Jamel reached his climax, filling my whore cunt with baby gravy. I gushed all over him as I reached my climax and laid forward, against his chest, trying to catch my breath as I reveled in the aftermath of the greatest sex.
Jamel pushed me off of him. I fell to the floor, on my back, my naked splayed cunt a sloppy mess. His seed was oozing out of me and I didn't care.
He looked at Julie and said, "Clean her up, bitch, use that tongue on her cunt."
Julie dropped to the floor, crouching on all fours, and proceeded to eat my sloppy cunt. Julie didn't care. She was now hooked on all the great sex, and she was going to be a bitch and try to steal Jamel's love.
