Jamels New Whore Pt 05

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.

It's been four weeks since Jamel and I turned out Julie. She has adapted better than I would have expected. When I saw her yesterday, she was upbeat and confident. We talked for a while, and she had lunch with Jamel and me. We returned to Jamel's, where she showed us her tattoo and how well it healed.

We had some wine, and Jamel had her suck his cock. I told Julie about my pregnancy, and we talked about life with Jamel and how he felt about my being pregnant. I still had no clue how I got pregnant since I was on the pill. I knew Jamel had other children. I knew I was not the first whore to give him a child.

The house manager made that very clear. Before she became a house manager, she was a whore. One that gave Jamel his firstborn. A twenty-year-old girl who was going to college to become a CPA will become her father's financial advisor and manager.

I still have clients. My newest clients are men who get off pounding their cocks into pregnant cunts and women who want to eat pregnant cunts. I'm learning that there are many fetishes to be catered to. Tomorrow, I will be with a client that is into bound and gagged pregnant bitches and whores.

I was concerned, but the house manager, Lily, assured me that he was vetted and had used the services of many of their pregnant girls over the years. He pays twenty-five hundred for a night of bondage with pregnant whores.

I had a recent exam and have a clean bill of health; no STDs and the baby is fine. Next time we will have the gender reveal. Jamel has been very good to me. I'm comfortable now, being his whore.

My parents visited. They were going to stay at a hotel, but Jamel said they were staying in the guest room. They commented on how nice the house was and how great the neighborhood was. Although they were not crazy about our age difference or my dropping out of school, they were happy to hear Jamel was supporting me and the baby.

They were overjoyed to learn that Jamel was a successful businessman and that I didn't have to work a 9-to 5 job. We told them I was a part-time employee of his business. I've learned one can be honest without full disclosure. They asked about Julie, and I gave them the same answer.

On Sunday night, after my parents left, Jamel took me for dinner. After dinner, I went to the restroom, and I found a young Filipino girl crying there. I asked her what was wrong and saw the bruise on her cheek and neck. I comforted her and got her to come with me and Jamel.

We learned her name was Diwa. She had come to the US to be a student bride. The arrangement included her American husband paying for her education.

We put her up in the guest room until things could be sorted out. I told Jamel to give me six weeks and she would be a willing whore. I figured she was half-broken already.

I thought if I could recruit hoes for him, he would give me a house manager's job someday. Diwa is very pretty and petite. We verified her identity and age. Jamel doesn't deal with underage children. That could get you locked up for twenty years or more. Diwa is twenty-two years old but looks much younger. Hell, I've known high school girls that looked older at sixteen.

Diwa helped me around the house; she cleaned, did laundry, and cooked. In the evenings when I was home, we hung out, watching movies and getting close. Diwa is just so cute, loving, and trusting. Jamel is taking his proven patient time, slowly getting friendly and proper.

Jamel assured Diwa that her husband would not turn her into the INA or come looking for her. He had Tiny talk to him. Yes, I still do not know his real name, but he has always been called Tiny. He is the guy with the largest hands and cock I have ever seen. The same guy ripped Julie open and had her sore for a week.

Anyhow, as I heard it, the guy was fucking shitting bricks when Tiny grabbed him by the neck. Jamel and Tiny were laughing hysterically when Tiny told Jamel that the asshole pissed himself. I would have died of a fucking heart attack if Tiny had grabbed me by the neck.

Diwa was very tiny. Jamel gave me one thousand dollars to take her out and get her clothing. We went shopping and got most of her clothes in the Miss Teen section of Abercrombie & Fitch, Aeropostale, and Gap stores. All of the clothes were very high school-like. She looked adorable.

Diwa was overjoyed and appreciative that we would do that for her. We were becoming very close and she was becoming very comfortable with us. When we got home and put the clothes away, she threw herself at me, giving me an unabashed hug and crushing her small, perfect body against mine.

kissed her fully on the mouth. She pulled back as if in doubt or uncomfortable, then mashed herself against me again as she kissed me back with full lip contact. I seized the moment and pushed my tongue into her small mouth, savoring her oral cavity's sweetness.

She enthusiastically returned the oral attention, swabbing my mouth with her small, sweet-tasting tongue while clinging to me. I pushed her onto the bed, falling with her as I started caressing her back and small, almost boyish ass. She followed suit and rubbed my pregnant belly and boobs. I cupped one of her small breasts and her nipple sprang out as if it were spring-loaded.

I boldly pushed the situation by pulling her top up over her head, followed by releasing the clasp of her bra and cupping her small pert titties. Diwa twisted my blouse buttons, exposing my pregnant bra-encased swollen boobs. I undid the front clasps holding my bra cups together and she pushed the cups away, exposing my swollen, puffy nipples.

I am in my third trimester and my boobs are lactating now. Men are paying twenty-five hundred a night to feed from them. Fuck them and my swollen cunt.

Diwa lowered her head to my boob and sucked the swollen nipple, lapping up the milk I was producing. I pushed her off, latching onto one of her small breasts and the pointiest nipple I ever sucked.

I then released the snap on her cut-off jeans shorts and worked my hand into them and under her panty to probe her twat. She rolled to her back, lifted her ass, and pushed her shorts and underwear down, lifting her legs to allow me to remove them completely.

I gently probed the slit of her cunt between her olive-toned splayed legs. She offered no resistance. She opened her legs more and I moved into position to orally assault her small musky cunt. I took my time and she held my head as she panted heavily in short breaths. Soon, she orgasmed, producing a mildly pungent but tasty creme.

I rolled onto my back and relaxed as she suckled on my tits and removed my maternity slacks. She looked at my hairless mound and the tattoo climbed in between my legs as I opened them. She kissed and licked my swollen cunt lips and attached herself to my clit, sucking it like a nipple. I came hard, dousing her with a surprising amount of my girl goo.

She was soaked. I suggested we shower and lead her to the master bedroom bath instead of hers. We lathered each other up and had some soapy hugs, all in some girl-on-girl fun. In the meantime, Jamel came home, undressed, and stepped into the shower.

Diwa froze up, a bit like a doe in headlamps. I stepped between her and Jamel, kissing her and whispering, "Jamel gave me the money to buy you your new clothes. "Relax, it's okay. Jamel grabbed us both, giving us a group hug. He kissed me and Diwa. She resisted at first until I said, "It's okay to kiss him; we have a caring and sharing relationship."

Diwa relaxed and flung herself at Jamel, as she had earlier with me. She is the cutest little lovable and loving pixie. Her husband must be a real genuine asshole to mistreat such a prize. His loss, our gain.

She'll eventually make us a fortune by being sold as a schoolgirl to perverted old leches with deep pockets and limp dicks. They fucking disgust me. But their money is green, and Diwa will not look like a child forever. I think she will pass for a teen for another five to seven years.

Diwa relaxed as Jamel, deep soul, kissed her open mouth. She clung to him as he massaged her tiny boobs. He soaped up her pert nipples and rolled them between his thumb and fingers. She reached down and put her small hand on his cock and attempted to close her fingers around its girth.

She stroked his soapy cock as the water cascaded down on us. I gently applied pressure to her shoulders and she dropped to her knees, taking his cock and licking the head of it like an ice cream cone. After a few minutes of that, Jamel put a small amount of pressure on the back of her head and she began to suck his cock into her mouth.

Jamel didn't rush things; that's not his style. He let Diwa work on him at her pace, extracting the most pleasure from her oral messaging of his cock. He never pushed, as he filled her mouth with his salty sperm. She swallowed his sperm and then stood up, opening her mouth and capturing the shower water to rinse out.

Jamel picked her off the shower floor easily by her underarms, raising her high enough to get his cock in position to penetrate her. She wrapped her legs around him as I grabbed his wonderful baby maker and guided him to her small entrance. He let her down, a little at a time, as she relaxed, accepting his invading cock.

Her eyes looked big as she breathed in short breaths and slid down until her pelvic bone was mashed into his. He pushed her back against the heated tile wall as he reached down, grasping her small boyish ass and using those asscheeks to hold her. He started lifting her up and letting her down on his swollen black cock. I leaned in and soul kissed her, as she grunted and came on Jamel's cock.

Jamel held her torso down as he painted her cunt with his cum. We got out of the shower, dried off, went into the bedroom, and laid down. We all napped. Diwa and I woke up first, and she asked me about my shaved and tattooed cunt. I explained that the hair removal was more sanitary, felt great, and the tattoo was a testament to my love of Jamel.

Diwa said, "But why the word bitch?"

I explained the American subculture of men referring to women as bitches and hoes. By that time, Jamel was awake and wanted to see the clothes we bought for her. I told Jamel that he should give us a few minutes and we would give him private modeling of the outfits. I took Diwa by the hand and led her to her bedroom.

Once there, I asked her if she wanted me to shave her clean like me and she nodded her head yes. I had her lie down while I trimmed all of her pubes very short and shaved the stubble off. She reached down, feeling her smooth mons and cunt lips. She smiled and kissed me, saying "thank you."

I dressed her in many different ensembles, sending her out to show Jamel. I watched in appreciation as Jamel showed his approval. Every outfit displayed her as a high school nymph without showing her goodies to the world. I had her model all of the clothes without the benefit of underwear.

With the skirts, I had her spin or twirl to raise the hem enough to expose her nakedness. With the shorts, I had her bend over to emphasize her naked ass and twat. She was having fun acting like a model. I explained to her that we normally do not wear clothing in our home but have been doing so for the sake of her comfort.

Diwa said, "I don't care, I like, I feel you are family, no need for discomfort," as she removed her clothes and went to the living room and sat down buck naked like she hadn't a care in the world. I sighed, thinking this was going to be the easiest transition ever.

I removed my clothes and waddled into the living room with my big pregnant body free of clothing. I sat down next to Jamel, curling up to him with one leg over his and the other splayed open to expose my puffy pregnant cunt. God, I hope this baby comes soon. My tits constantly seep and my bladder is getting too weak to keep me from pissing myself all fucking day.

Over the next few days, we were all constantly naked in the house, and constantly fucking or sucking both our twats and Jamel's cock. Two days ago, I got a sharp pain when Jamel tried to fuck my pregnant twat, so I had to have him fuck my ass. I don't mind; his sperm helps me empty myself. I seem to be constipated all the time.

Diwa pretty much took over as being Jamel's go-to twat. She was so cute, sweet, and naive. Never once did she complain or question our motives. I felt a sharp pain followed by an urgent need to piss. I got up and made it to the bathroom before my water broke and spilled out on the floor. Diwa and Jamel got me dressed in a summer house dress and rushed me to the hospital where I delivered our son.

He was a nice-sized first baby at seven pounds, three ounces. Most importantly, he was healthy and hungry. I feel like my tits have grown a leach. We named him James, and he ate like a pig. My poor fucking nipples were raw and sore. My whore cunt was still swollen and shutting down for recovery.

I love Diwa, she has really stepped up. She has taken over keeping the house up and helping with James, as well as servicing Jamel's demanding need for her yet unofficial whore cunt. I wonder what the native Filipino word for whore is? I understand that in most countries, whores are otherwise known as "putas."

Diwa will make a great puta. Little does she know what awaits her. She's been such a good help, I got Jamel to purchase a few different sizes of dildos, the ones that look very much like real cocks. I will use them on Diwa to stretch and open her cunt so Tiny doesn't tear her up. When he fucked Julie, her cunt took a week to heal and this bitch is even smaller. Jamel said, she has the tightest twat he ever fucked.

Although Jamel was fucking her a few times a day and had gotten her on the pill. We don't need another pregnant hoe, at least not yet. This bitch is going to be a great fucking gold mine. We have already circulated protected pictures of her and have a bidding war going for her first time being sold. All of the pictures show her dressed as a young schoolgirl.

All bids are sealed to prevent people from getting pissed if we sell to a lower bidder. One bidder would run the price up, but he is too rough on the merchandise. We can't fuck him up because he is a powerful government official that can cause us lots of trouble, so we pacify him with our low-grade whores. We have a bunch of whores that we're ready to sell to another pimp far away.

Oh, of course, we have plenty of incriminating dirt, videos, and still photos of this state official. We essentially have a clear understanding of mutual destruction.

Because of my enthusiastic recruiting and interest in helping Jamel obtain girls for the sex trade, he has told me I will only work on special occasions for the best clients. He also told me he gave me the placebos to get me knocked up. I told him I didn't care, I loved him, and I would bear as many tit-sucking, cunt-ripping babies as he wanted. He smiled and said, "I will knock your whore cunt up and you will continue to service the prego clients."

I agreed. The clients that wanted pregnant whores were the best paying and kindest people, except for that one bitch that used her fingernails on my swollen tits and twat lips after tying me up. I understand she will never, ever, do that shit to any woman again.

Tiny extorted three grand a day out of her for every day I was out of commission recovering from her brutal attack on my goodies.

During my recovery from delivering James, I would have sex with Diwa two to three times a day, using various dildos on her and stretching her cunt to accept larger and larger fake cocks. She is almost ready for Tiny. Once I can get the dildo called the mule into her tight snatch, she will be ready to take on Tiny's massive cock.

I've fucked Tiny a few times since my first night. I can now accommodate him, but he is a real cunt stretcher. I'm glad I have some downtime in between fucks with him. Fucking with him on a regular basis will ruin a girl.

Diwa has gotten very comfortable being naked around us. When we go out, she is always dressed as a schoolgirl. She is very trusting and docile. Jamel and I are nearing three months of preparing her for service. She eats cunt like a natural lesbian and fucks like a horny teenager. That girl loves sex. A natural.

Whenever we are out, the men are drooling on their shoes out of lust for our little schoolgirl. Tonight, we will bring home one of Jamel's enforcers called Slim, who has recruited more than a few good cunts into whoredom. We have it set up as if we are going to relax and drink.

We have fed Diwa enough alcohol over time for her to establish a good tolerance to it. But she will need a little help tonight because she has never been naked in front of our associates or guests. We were all sitting in the living room when I grabbed Diwa's hand and said, "Let's get comfortable," before dragging her into the bedroom and undressing her.

I then put on a modest silk robe that was full-length. I then took her to her room and had her do the same. She expressed a bit of concern, but I told her it was cool and that she should act like a mature woman. She kissed me, and we went back to the living room. As I got ready to sit down, Slim said, "Damn Dawn, looking at you, I'd never think you just delivered a baby."

I pirouetted and said, ``Thank you."

Slim said, "Shed that robe and let me see that great body." I grabbed the robe and slowly turned around to show off the great shape I'd worked on at the gym for the past two months. If you're going to have babies and you want to keep your man's interest, then you have to work at it. Slim said, "Damn girl, you're in great shape. I picked up my robe, slipped it over my shoulders, and left it open as I sat down.

Slim then said, "What about Diwa? What's she hiding under that robe?"

Diwa didn't move. She got that Doe in the Headlamp look in her eyes, and I softly said to her, "Go ahead Di. Show him that gorgeous body. He ain't going to touch you."

Jamel chimed in and said, "Go on Di; if he even attempts to get out of the chair, I'll cut his fucking balls off."

Diwa got up slowly, her anxiety making her nervous. She untied the sash and opened her robe. Then she stood there, frozen as if she were a statue.

Dawn softly said, "It's okay, Di; you have a great body. No need for shame. Take it off, honey."

It was as if she needed Dawn's reassuring words. She shrugged her shoulders and let the robe fall to the floor.

Dawn said, "Turn around slowly; let him take in your beauty, Di."

She turned slowly as Slim's eyes took in her beauty.

Slim said, "Girl, you should have pride in your body." "Any red-blooded man would love to be with you."

Diwa blushed and reached for her robe. Dawn stood up and dropped hers, and looking at Diwa, she said, "Let's tease his black ass, leave it off, and sit down."

She left the robe on the floor and sat down quickly as if to hide what was already displayed. Dawn sat down as well, in a position with her knees up, legs open, and feet on the cushion of the couch as she sat beside Jamel.

Diwa was on Jamel's other side with her legs closed and hands in her lap. Jamel leaned into her and said, "Come on, girl, open those legs and cock tease him." "Let him see that fine pussy."

Diwa picked her knees up and placed her feet on the sofa cushion with her legs spread open, giving Slim a direct view of her dark pink cunt slit against her olive-toned skin. She felt exposed and shamed. Jamel had his arm over the shoulders of both girls as they talked. He told Diwa to get some more beers for him and Slim as he turned on the game.