Category: The Pimp

by Writing Shark

What a whore wishes for

“She looks really good…” you murmur into the dark silence of the car and watch Danika as she takes a new suitor by the hand and leads him into the alley that you can see from your position. The navy blue short dress makes her look like she’s just come from her prom and not working on the street and the color blends with the blue light of the approaching night while the yellowish orange light of the lanterns reflects in her eyes.

“I prefer gray,” Teddy grumbles next to you.

“Shut up,” you grin. “Next time you’ll go shopping with her.” But Teddy looks at you.

“Next time? Doesn’t she have enough clothes already?” His voice reveals what he thinks about it.

“Shut up.” You can’t think of anything else and Teddy’s humming laughter fills the car.

“I’m just saying,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “But shouldn’t the pimp get money from his whore and not the other way around?”

“It’s an investment, okay?” you hiss at him and feel your cheeks turning red. “A brute like you wouldn’t understand something like that.” You stare grumpily out the window and watch as Danika gets on her knees in front of a guy to suck his cock while she spreads her legs and gently rubs herself over the pink panties you bought her today.

“It’s okay, kid. I get you.”

“Yeah?” you ask without looking at him, but even so you can feel him examining you.

“Yeah,” he just says and then remains silent. Together you watch as Danika leads her partner out of the alley and gives him a kiss on the cheek. After that, nothing happens for a while. Men and women walk past her without paying attention, some do, but have various reasons for not doing anything. But that doesn’t stop your girl in the fancy dress from going on missions herself and approaching suitable targets. You see that she isn’t being too aggressive in her approach to keep the police away, something that impresses Teddy. You are more captivated by the natural way she interacts with people, very much a young college student or high school student, but then a purchasable hole that can be filled for the right price. Eventually a young man approaches Danika and you watch as she naturally engages him in conversation. You wonder if she is even still playing the whore or is completely lost in the role you bought her those expensive clothes for. Either way, the result is the same and you and Teddy watch as she leads the young man to her spot in the alley and presses her lips to his.

“You can’t help but think girls like her were made for this,” Teddy breathes approvingly as Danika props herself up on her knees and allows the man to push up her dress. “She’s doing really well.”

“Yeah,” you’re the one who mumbles his answer. “She’s… really good…”

“Kid? You okay there?”

“Yes,” you say and clear your throat. “But tell me, Teddy? Can you find someone for me?”

“Do you have a new recruit?” asks the soldier, but you shake your head.

“Her friend from school.” Teddy looks at you questioningly and you tell him what Danika said.

“Poor girl,” he says, then shrugs his shoulders. “But they all have that fate. Listen, Kid, I think it’s nice that you want to help, but don’t forget why we’re here. You want power, have you forgotten?”

“No… but…”

“But there’s a reason why hookers work at night.” You think about that, but of course you come to the conclusion that Teddy is right. Finally you nod.

“I just wanted to do something nice for her,” you grumble and fold your arms in front of your chest.

“You’re her pimp,” the soldier reminds you repeatedly. “You protect her, make sure she has food and a place to sleep, and you fuck her. That’s all these girls need. The fact that you helped her parents is more than any pimp in any city in any country would have done.”

“I understand,” you nod.

Danika is just getting the next customer… No, this time there are two. Brothers, it seems. And what surprises you even more is that the two of them already seem to be used to dealing with prostitutes. Teddy leans forward a little in his seat to get a better view, but there is no danger. The two men take Danika at the same time. One fucks her mouth while she leans against his body and endures the thrusts of the other, who fucks her amazingly fast and hard. The two of them don’t take long, but then they hand the Russian girl another wad of bills and switch positions without saying a word. This time they take more time, perhaps they have used up their energy.

You secretly wonder how you and Teddy could just watch a girl having sex, especially given the desire you feel for the young thing. But while Danika is having a dirty threesome in a dark side street and you are watching her, her head is already in the future, in yours as well as hers, and Teddy is watching the street around her for dangers that don’t exist.

Finally, your whore is finished with the two brothers and, after wiping the sperm from her lips with a wet cloth, comes to the car. You roll down the window and she leans into the car with you.

“Hey Daddy! Hey Teddy!”

“You’re really beaming today, Danika,” you say, taking the wad of money. A little over a thousand dollars, like every evening.

“I’m just so happy,” says the Russian girl in her accent, lighting up the interior of the car with her presence.

“The new clothes?” you ask, grinning.

“Not only that,” she shrugs. “I’m just happy.” She hesitates for a moment, then leans so far into the car that her legs are hanging in the air to hug you tightly. “Thank you for being there for me, Daddy!” she says and presses herself against you while giggling happily. “Thank you for the clothes, yes. But thank you also for my family. And thank you for caring for me. And thank you for wanting me to be happy. I’m so lucky to whore myself out for you, Daddy.” Another kiss on the cheek, but you turn your head away and she catches your ear and giggles even more. “I want to wash myself and make you happy, Daddy,” she finally says while hanging on the car. Then she winks at you. “But you said I should earn a little extra. So can I stay here and do some more work?” Now you chuckle.

“Shit, you’re a great whore. If you really want to, then go on another tour.”

“Okay, Daddy!” Another hug, but then she turns to Teddy.

“And I thank you too, Teddy. I see that you look after me and my owner. Thank you. The boys were a bit rough too, but I knew you would protect me. That’s why it was possible to make so much money.”

“Sure,” Teddy just nods without looking at Danika . You look at him with interest.

“Should I get you something to drink?” the girl asks and you are taken aback. “You’re sitting here all evening while I’m happy. That must be boring. Or are you hungry?” Teddy says nothing and stares out the window, so you take Danika by the arm and let her slide down from the window onto the street.

“One more round, honey, then you’ll be mine.”

“I already belong to you,” the girl grins, shoulders her small shoulder bag and heads off to her workplace. You are alone with Teddy again.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, surprised, but the giant says nothing. “Is she getting under your skin?” And his eyes widen. “She is getting under your skin. You like her!”

“Shut up,” the elite soldier growls and you have to laugh, but you really stay quiet. He has more gravitas than you. “What’s her name?”

“Danika’s last name? I have no idea. I can ask her.”

“No, you idiot.” Now Teddy turns around. “Her friend’s.”

It seems that Danika’s cheerful nature has not only captivated you.

by Writing Shark

What women want, what you can put up with

It’s slowly dawning on you that it might not have been such a marvelous idea to go shopping with Danika. Because you may be her owner, but that doesn’t seem to give the lucky girl any reason not to chase you through every clothing store in town like a jockey his horse.

“I just can’t decide,” she murmurs, holding up two dresses. “What do you think, Kyle? The black one or the gray one?” You look up from your cell phone and look at the two pieces.

“The black one,” you say, imagining how the dress will hug her bottom.

“I think I’d better try the gray one,” Danika hums, and disappears back into the dressing room, leaving you with the black dress.

“But I thought… fuck.” By now you’ve learned that it doesn’t matter how much power and money you have. Whether a slave or a queen, women are always the same when it comes to shopping. Shaking your head, you let your eyes slide to the curtain that separates Danika and you, but does not hide her feet in the white short socks. As you watch her feet move, sometimes standing on tiptoe, or one foot on the floor, the other bent, spinning around while she looks at herself in the mirrors in the cabin, you hear her happy giggle and hum while Danika enjoys her life.

“Kyle?” she asks, sticking her head through the curtain. “Can you please pass me the navy blue dress?”

“Danika…” you just grumble.

“And the white skirt? Thanks, Daddy.” And you get up, grumpy, but with an almost patient smile on your lips. This day can belong to Danika, after all, she will spend the night under your supervision on the streets of this city. Grumbling, you hand her the clothes and receive a kiss on the cheek as thanks… and the gray dress pressed into your arms. Your hand quickly reaches through the curtain and grabs Dnaika by the arm. “Daddy, no!” she complains with a blush as you pull her upper body through the curtain into the open air. The expensive shop is busy but hardly anyone pays you any attention, but somehow Danika, the hooker, is more embarrassed to be seen half naked here than completely naked on the street.

“Don’t forget that you belong to me, whore,” you say, but you just manage to give your voice the necessary gravitas. Her eyes are fixed on your face.

“I know, Daddy,” she says quietly. “I’m sorry. You make me so happy, okay? I’m sorry. I will behave, okay?” You stare at her for a moment, then let her go and look around.

“You can make it up right here,” you whisper as you squeeze into the booth with her. Then all you can hear is her giggling as you grab her, she wraps her legs around you and unbuttons your pants.

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“The gray one,” you finally decide. “I’m your owner.”

“And you know what’s good for me, Daddy,” smiles Danika and pushes her hair back as she stuffs the gray dress into the shopping bag. You look at her and watch as she puts her clothes back in order.

“And which one too?” you finally ask. Danika looks at you questioningly, you nod and she kisses you on the mouth, in the middle of the shop, for a long time.

“The navy blue one, Daddy?” You nod, it’s not about the money.

“You’ll earn me an extra two hundred for that today, got it?” you admonish her and she nods eagerly as she hangs on your arm like an expensive piece of jewelry and you lead her to the cash register.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, Daddy,” she says, smiling broadly as you pull out your credit card, ignoring the telling looks of the cashier.

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“This way,” you say a short time later. There are more shops on the agenda. Shoes, make-up and so many other things that make it easier for men to fuck pretty women. You only understand this to a limited extent, it’s easy to fuck pretty women without all the hassle. But Hannah is exactly the same in this respect, maybe it’s her genes. You’ll deal with the matter later, probably. For now, you’re hungry, so you lead Danika by the hand to a fast food restaurant in a mall.

“Sir?” You had already wondered if Danika had forgotten your agreement, but it seems that she addresses you by your title as long as there are other people around you. “Can I ask you something?” You nod at her as you choose a burger. “Why are we here?”

“Because I’m hungry,” you shrug and wave the waitress over. “And even if you don’t realize it, you have to eat something too.”

“Yes… thank you,” the girl nods. “But…”

“Why in this restaurant and not something fancy?” She nods.

“I thought you were rich.”

“I am. And that’s why I don’t want to eat in the same boring shitty places I always eat in. I don’t really miss my old world,” you grin and lean across the table towards her. “I want it dirty and rustic.” She giggles too, but then continues to pay attention to you while you speak. With Hannah it’s always a gamble whether she can listen to you for long, but Danika knows where she belongs, even when she goes crazy while shopping. “And I want to get to know you better.” But that throws her off balance.

“Me?” she asks, astonished. “What do you want to know?” You shrug your shoulders.

“I just want to get to know my whore. Is that so bad?” Her hair moves as she shakes her head

“No… It’s just… I don’t know if I’m interesting for a man like you. I’m not rich and I haven’t experienced much since I moved here.” She looks at you apologetically. “Let’s talk about you instead, Sir. You’re important. I’m not.”

“But that’s up to me, Danika,” you admonish her. “Remember what we agreed.”

“You decide, Sir,” she murmurs and looks away, only to look at you again. “What do you want to know?”

“You already said something interesting,” you cheer her up. “Why did you move here? And what about your family?”

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After an hour you understand why Danika didn’t want to talk about her life and it has nothing to do with boredom. You shouldn’t be surprised, after all she prostitutes herself for money, first for Slatko, now for you.

Danika’s story reads like a novel that you don’t have the courage or the mental strength to read.

Child of poor parents. Father killed as a soldier in Chechnya. Mother alone. Danika came to the USA to provide for her family and that’s what she does. She came across Slatko when she couldn’t find a job. And then you came. You didn’t ask for more details, you want to spare both of you this torture.

And then you surprise yourself when you stretch out your hand and put it on Danika’s. Of course she flinches at first, as she is talking about her bad experiences. And you refrain from admonishing her and reminding her of her status. You leave your hand where it is… And Danika takes it of her own free will. Then she smiles at you, weakly but firmly, and you return the gesture.

“Was there anything good about that time?” And Danika has an immediate answer.

“You, Sir,” she says, but you look at her sternly. “No, really. You are something good that happened to me. My mother…” But you raise your hand and Dnaika understands “Before… Before Slatko… I wanted to go to school and… I wasn’t smart enough. But…” You wait patiently and Danika gratefully accepts your patience. “I had a friend back then. Elenor.”

by Writing Shark

A really good day for Danika

You watch with amusement as Danika runs around the hotel room, excited like a child on Christmas morning. Completely naked, the sticky traces of your fun from last night still glistening between her legs, she completely ignores you as she speaks excitedly in her native language into the cell phone you lend her. While your eager little whore talks to her mother, her voice excited, her eyes already bright and awake so early in the morning, her smile warm and her silvery hair tousled, you try to count your money.

But while Danika is having a really great morning, her mother in Russia, confirming that a strange man has sent her a huge sum of money, you find it difficult to count. You have more money than you could ever spend, not only your father’s money and the company’s, but your own too. But above all, it is Danika’s jiggling, firm butt and the occasional flash of her still slightly reddened labia that distracts you in the best possible way.

Finally, your whore hangs up, looks at the cell phone and presses it between her soft breasts with the large areolas and your handprints on them. Then she turns to you.

“I can’t believe it,” she says and laughs happily. Then she hands you the phone and you put it on the table next to you. As your property, you don’t allow Danika a cell phone or contact with the outside world that you haven’t approved and that is a topic that you will now address.

“You better believe it,” you smile. “Your mother is debt-free.” Then your face turns to stone. You wanted a girl with no ties. “And you can do whatever you want now.” You lean back a little in the chair you are sitting on while Danika stands naked and used in the middle of the room.

“What do you mean, Daddy?” she asks, looking a little unsure. You lean forward in your chair.

“By that I mean that you now have two options.” While Danika was snuggling up to you that night, you thought about the plan. “Option one. You wash my sperm off your body, get dressed and Teddy drives you to the airport. It will be a little difficult but with a few connecting flights you will eventually land in Moscow. From there you will continue by train and a few hours later you will be home with your family.” That should be enough but Danika shows no reaction. You, on the other hand, look at her youthful, incredibly endowed body, perhaps for the last time. “This will be my last gift to you.” Danika blinks, shakes her head slightly. Then she takes a step towards you, hesitantly, as if she doesn’t understand what you are trying to tell her. “You are free then, Danika. I’ll let you go if you want to.” She looks at you with her faithful, beautiful, deep eyes and says something in Russian that you don’t understand. She repeats it in English.

“And the other option?”

“Is an option I didn’t think you’d take,” you admit. But Danika continues to look at you, beautiful and used and naked. It’s her body, just like your caring feelings for this girl, that make you speak. “The second option is the last choice you’ll make in your life. The choice to belong to me. And then I’ll decide. You’ll be my whore, work for me, fuck for me and live for me. If you make that choice, I’ll fuck you right now.” You move your head slightly. “There on the bed. Then I’ll fuck you again, across this room. After that, you’ll wash and get dressed and we’ll go shopping. That will also be a gift to you. New clothes. You can pic, I approve. The main thing is that they fit in with your new life as my little willing whore.”

And then you watch the Russian girl as she first thinks and then decides. You give her time, but she doesn’t take long. You ask again, one last time, but her answer remains the same.

“I already have decided in Slatko’s room,” says Danika. “Kyle.”

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And as a good pimp, you naturally keep your word and take good care of your property. You grab the slim girl by her hair, hold her by her neck and throw her onto the bed with gentle force. You show her who she belongs to, that she is now the property of someone who will take good care of her.

You take care of her by fucking her standing on the bed, tits pressed against the wall, your cock in her pussy as her juices drip onto the pillow. Your hands grab her heavy breasts and as you knead her flesh she turns her head and kisses you deeply on the mouth.

“I’m yours Daddy” she moans with her Russian accent and her delicate voice that give her the soft appearance of a nice girl while your balls bounce against the spot where her thighs join. “You own me… yes… but please… Own me Daddy. Own your little slut. My pussy is all yours Daddy!”

You grab her by the hair and push her onto the bed. Then you reach roughly under her, push her head down with one hand and reach between her legs with the other. Her sweet moans fill the room as you kiss and dig into her pussy. You smear her juice over her winking asshole.

“And your ass,” you grin and sink into her in a fluid motion.

“Huurghyeees Daddy! You own my ass as well. You own all of me Daddy! I’m your little slut Sir.”

With that, you lift her up without further ado. Fuck the bed, you want to fuck her everywhere.

You fuck her in the ass with her knees on the chair. You fuck her with her ass on the table, wipe the bills on the ground while your cock in her hole makes her sing. You stuff her mouth by jamming her head between the window and your body and pressing her hair flat against the glass. Her saliva drips in long strands between her tits and then, still in front of the glass, serves as lubricant for your cock between her tits.

“Thank you so much Daddy” Danika exclaims as her hands squeeze her breasts together, offering you a tight, saliva-drenched canal. “Thank you for keeping me. Thank you for owning me. Thank you that I’m yours Daddy.”

“Where does my little slut want Daddy’s load?” you ask pimping wildly.

“Wherever Daddy wants” Danika coos seductively as she looks up at you and smiles at you kindly.

“Open your mouth” you moan and fuck faster between her tits while Danika parts her lips and sticks out her tongue for you. She pants a little and her body shakes under your thrusts, but it’s very clear how passionately she awaits your load.

“I’m coming!” you moan loudly. “Fuck yes you sexy… little…” Then you shoot your load in her face, hard and in several big waves. But Danika is a trooper and doesn’t even flinch when cum covers her face in sticky waves.

“Yes Daddy!” she encourages you. “Cum on my face Daddy! Paint me white! Paint your whore white with your seed! Thank you!” It’s heaven. Her face is disappearing more and more under a glaze of your juice but her lips are still visible underneath. And they are happy.

“Off to the bathroom,” you say and snap your fingers. “Wash yourself and then we’ll go shopping.” Danika squeals happily and hops to the bathroom door. You grab your phone and check with Teddy so he knows what your next steps will be. As the shower sounds from the bathroom, you end the call and grab your jacket, but then let it fall again.

“Danika!” you call as you rush to the bathroom.

“Yes Daddy?” You open the bathroom door.

“Make room.” Then you hear her happy giggle as you step into the shower with her.

by Writing Shark

First shift for Danika

“Ready for your first night?” you ask, patting Danika’s thigh. You sit together in your car, costly fife dollar snickers wrapping paper at your feet, and stare at the alley from which she will experience her first shift as your little whore. It’s nothing special and Teddy still has to make the final preparations, but you can’t stand it anymore and want to send your whore to work.

“Yes, Daddy.” Danika nods eagerly and slides around on the expensive leather of the car, still with the dull memory of your cock in her ass but eager to please you.

“And you know your prices?” Another nod. Your girl isn’t quite convinced yet, since you charge almost double her previous rates and don’t even offer the luxury of a dirty bed. “Just tell them you want and like it and you’ll see,” you assure her, leaning past her to open the door. You feel her tender arms around your body and her uncertain eyes in your face. “You can do it,” you say tenderly. “And now make Daddy happy,” you finish harshly. The combination works and Danika jumps out of the car.

Tomorrow you will buy her new clothes, but for today, for the dirty side street, her cheap whore outfit that you have already seen her in is enough. Then you watch your girl as she does her work.

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At first Danika is just standing on the sidewalk of the city that is just about to sink into the evening darkness. It is not a well-known place for hookers, it is too dangerous for that, but Danika looks exactly like one of the easy girls and soon starts to get glances.

Her first customer is a businessman whose job is apparently shitty enough to have to walk home but not shitty enough to refuse her prices. It is Danika who speaks to him, something for which you will praise her. But then the man takes over the talking and from your car you watch with excitement as the two exchange brief words. Then Danika points behind her into the dark side street, smiles tenderly and gently strokes the man’s arm. The man checks again, Danika nods, then the two go into the side street.

From your place in the car you can’t see it clearly, so you turn the ignition key and drive forward a little. You assured your girl that her safety is important to you, but both you and Danika know that your hooker will not only put on a show for the excited businessman.

She quickly casts a glance over her slim shoulder, sees your car parked, you watching over her, and then turns to her customer who looks like he’s doing this for the first time. This is part of your plan and Teddy was happy that you don’t want to set up your business in the slums of the city but rather approach men who are looking for exactly the same thing as you. So it doesn’t matter that nobody knows that Danika is offering her services here and after just a few seconds the businessman has unbuttoned his pants, pulled up her short black leather skirt and is fucking her fast and hard against the wall of the alley.

You watch the two of them for the short time it takes until the man grabs Danika’s hips and comes in his condom. The two stay like that for a while, then your whore deftly wriggles out of his slackening grip, pulls down her skirt and, what surprises you, kisses the man on the cheek. Then she leads him back to the street, the two exchange a few more words, then he walks home, a satisfied smile on his face.

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The next customer for your girl is quickly found. Two buddies who seem to be coming back from a day in the city. One of them, blond and lanky, looks at Danikaand responds to her inviting smile. The two young men talk briefly, then one marches on angrily, but the blond one disappears into the alley with Danika.

With his hand on her silver hair, he leans against the wall while your whore balances on her cheap high heels and presses his cock into her mouth. It takes him a surprisingly long time, but finally, his body shudders as Danika sucks in her cheeks, along with his cum. YOu know her skill with her mouth and tongue and know how the dude feels.

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It continues like this for a few more customers, you watch as Danika is taken from behind and front several times and offers three more blowjobs, then she says goodbye to her current customer, shoulders her small handbag and struts towards your cart. She leans seductively into the window, reaches into her pocket and hands you the first thousand dollars you earned from your whore.

“Was I a good girl, Daddy?” she asks with a beaming smile and you are pleased to see that she seems proud of herself. Without a word, you grab your money and her smile freezes a little as you count the bills.

“What happens if you don’t reach your quota, Danika?” you ask.

“You hit me, Daddy?” She blinks at you confidently as you nod.

“That won’t be necessary today. You were indeed a good girl.”

“Thanks, Daddy!” Your girl bounces up and down on her high heels as she leans towards you and kisses you on the cheek of her own accord.

“Make me that much money again and we’ll go buy clothes for you tomorrow,” you promise and Danika beams again. Then she leans out of the car again and marches back to her spot to catch the next customer.

She has to work for her money, certainly harder than she had to under Slatko, but you are pleased to see that she has a certain fire in her eyes, a pep in her step and a swing in her hips as she flirts. And while she is being fucked she looks her clients in the eye, cheers them on, smiles and does things you didn’t ask her to do. It seems that your plan is working and as soon as Danika has brought in the next batch of money you will take her to the hotel, wash her thoroughly and then fuck her in all three holes.

You really need a second girl. One who can suck your cock while the other earns money.

Or a third, so that two girls can work for you.

Or you can keep two in the car, swap them like your toys while the third… the fourth… or why not the fifth whore goes to work for you.

You’re still in your wild imagination of a wicked, dirty, powerful future when Danika gently taps on the window of the car.

“Here, Daddy.” The next thousand dollars. “Should I go back to the corner or do you want to…”

Her excited squeak sounds as you roughly pull her into the car and disappear towards the hotel with screeching tires.

by Writing Shark

You fuck Danika

“First my pussy, okay Daddy?” In response, you thrust your hips hard against hers, pushing her body upwards and making her face twist slightly as your cock hits her skin. Then you feel her grip tighten and the feeling of soft, wet pussy lips wrapping tightly around your cock. “Ooooh… Wow Daddy… Your dick is… so… big…” At just the right pace, Danika lowers her slim, light body onto yours. Further and further until her skin touches yours and you are completely inside her. IIt’s slow and sensual. No time schedule or money involved. She is so tight, so tight that it surprises you, but you can hardly think as she draws your gaze upwards with her movements. “Wow…” she breathes and it almost seems as if she is already out of breath. A quiet giggle escapes her throat, then her shoulders strain as her arms feel her stomach, roughly where your cock is inside her.

You, on the other hand, are lost in her beauty. Her body, silky and supple, moves like liquid water, gentle yet strong. Her breasts, firm yet soft. And her smile, determined and tender.

“Don’t lie to me,” you press through your teeth.

“I would never lie to you, Daddy,” Danika whispers and starts moving her hips. “It’s… Your… different… Sir… With you…” But she falls silent. “You can do as you please with me and… ha…” Her skin rubs against yours while her labia spread for your cock. She is so perfect. But you want sex differently. “Soon Daddy, okay?” she presses between her lips as her hips move a bit faster, brushing over your lap. You feel the pressure on your side that her thighs create and soon Danika is lifting herself up and down with every movement back and forth. “Please… Daddy…” Her hands are on your chest, then she grabs yours and lifts them to her breasts. “Please own me and let me thank you, yes? Just this first time and then…” Her eyes flicker shut and she presses her lips together. “You’re so good to me and… yes… ha… And then you can have me…” She lowers her gaze to you and speeds up her movements, making herself and you moan while her movements get even faster. “anyway… you… ha… like…”

Your hand shoots up from her breast to her neck. Danika’s eyes widen and her mouth opens as your fingers close tightly around her. The girl freezes on top of you, your twitching cock in her tight cunt, her walls clenching around you as she squeezes her juices out of her stuffed hole.

“I’m the… Pimp…” you growl dangerously, your teeth bared, fighting not to become a mindless fucker who is addicted to her. She is so good at her job but you don’t want to be one of her numerous suitors. You want to own her, want to command her and she has to understand. Her eyes meet yours… And you see that you were wrong.

There is fear in her eyes, her pupils dilated and her tongue lightly over her teeth as she listens to your every syllable. She is afraid she has done something wrong. But you didn’t catch her. It was never about who had the power. You loosen your grip.

“And I trust you,” you say and close both fingers around her breasts again. She stares at you for a second, two, then three. It takes her longer to understand, but even as a cheap street hooker, she is intelligent and understands you.

“Thank you… Sir…” she whispers, but doesn’t move any further.

“It’s Daddy in bed,” you growl.

“Yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy.” You feel her warm, wet walls twitching. She has to concentrate not to move and waits to see what you want her to do. It’s hard for Danika and when you let your hand wander up her skin again, she closes her eyes but lays her head back and gives you free access to her vulnerable neck.

“Own me Daddy… please…” she whispers as your fingers close around her neck again but you don’t press.

“I will take care of you” you whisper yourself and find the words you are looking for. “And you will serve.”

“Yes Daddy” she says immediately.

“And now fuck.” And Danika smiles.

“Yes Daddy.”

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“Oh… ohmygod… yes… Daddy… Thank you for… fucking… me Dahahadyhyhy.” The banging of your bodies echoes through the room as you let Danika dance on your cock like a perverted little ballerina. Again and again she swings herself up until the tip of your cock almost slides out of her, only to then ram her crotch back in with all her feminine strength. “I can feel… you… so fucking.. deep in… me Daddy…” This is no longer a show. Danika has completely forgotten to prove something to you and is fucking you of her own free will in the chicly furnished expensive hotel room. And you are in heaven.

You don’t care that you are lying on the bottom. Danika’s wild efforts are so much better than anything a spoiled rich girl could ever offer you and the lowly whore from Russia is the queen of your world today as she rides you so hard that her juice lands in drops between your legs.

But then she presses herself onto you again and again, flattening her tits against your skin and pressing her wet lips tightly against yours. Your tongues play with each other while Danika seems to have so much energy reserves that her lustful game doesn’t slow down. Her muscles work under her skin and her ribs are clearly visible while her breathing is rapid and sweat is on her forehead. Her silver hair falls disheveled over her body but her eyes rest almost calmly on yours. There is a determination in them that makes you doubt whether it is her body or her look that is making you ready.

“I’m coming slut” you moan, enveloping her delicate body with yours and pressing her hard against you. You hear her rattling breath in your ear as you hold her tight and thrust into her hard and incredibly fast.

“Please cum for me Daddy” she breathes in your ear, almost inaudible under your moans. “Cum in me and claim me Daddy. Please. God yes! Your so good to me Daddy. Please! Own me! Make me your slut Daddy!”

“Yes!” you scream in her ear and feel your orgasm coming. It has never been so powerful and Danika says something else, but the world around you becomes small and perfect as your balls contract. Then you scream and explode in ten, twelve… fourteen powerful shots deep inside Danika. You press her sweaty body so tightly against you that her tits bulge out between your bodies and you fuck her abdomen so hard that she almost falls off the bed.

Finally, it is she who takes up the work again and presses her hips against you while her muscles drain your cock until the last drop of cum rests in her tight, wet and perfect channel.

---

“That was… fuck…” You dry your face with a towel, then look at your partner on the bed. Sweaty and almost fucked to pieces, she still looks at you with her big doe eyes while her breathing calms down. “I really made the right decision with you,” you say and smile.

“Thank you for choosing me, Sir,” says Danika, now calling you by your other title. Then she stands up, kneels on the bed with shaking arms and opens her mouth wide.

“What’s that about?” you ask, but you feel your cock twitch. Danika closes her mouth again.

“Daddy…” You suspect what she wants from you, what she needs. “If you allow it, I’ll make you hard again and then… you have to test my ass, Daddy.” You look at the delicate girl for a while, then you shrug your shoulders and throw yourself on the bed next to her. Her light body bounces up and down and she giggles a little when you put your hand on her bottom.

“How about if you get us something to drink from the minibar, give me some time and then I fuck you in the ass?” you ask.

“Whatever you want, Daddy,” Danika smiles and there is something in her eyes that makes you think it could be happiness. You like that. “Own me as you want, Daddy.” And then she goes to the mini bar and asks you with every costly item if it is okay for her to choose it.

by Writing Shark

Own your first girl

“Wow.” Danika, who was just standing politely behind you in the well-furnished lobby of the costly hotel in the middle of the city, stops and looks around, overwhelmed. Grinning, you pull her along.

“We’re staying here for now,” you explain to her as you go to the elevator. “But you’ll be working on the street until I find an establishment for us.”

“A what?” The Russian girl looks at you questioningly.

“A place where you can work. A brothel or something” explains Teddy, who squeezes into the elevator with you. When they reach your floor, he goes to his own room while you eagerly pull Danika into your room.

But while Danka slips into the room Teddy puts a strong hand on your shoulder.

“You’re a pimp now Kid,” he says sternly but with a slight smile. “Behave like that, yes? Don’t mess this up.”

“Don’t worry Teddy” you smile. “You’l get your money and…” But his face makes you stop.

“Don’t mess this up for her Kid” he says with a hint of a threat in his voice. “For me, you’re the silly little rich kid who wants adventures. But with her, you’re her world, right? You own her now. So behave like that.” You can only not before Teddy shoves you into the room.

Here, too, the girl stares in amazement at the chandelier on the ceiling while you lock your weapons and drugs in a safe. Then the girl turns to you. You step in front of her, taller and more muscular than her, but completely enchanted by her body. She knows that she’s going to be fucked now and behaves courteously. Without raising her head, she stares down at you with her big eyes while her silvery hair frames her face. Then her fragile hands gently rest on your chest so that you can feel the warmth of her skin through your shirt. Your cock is already pressing against your pants and her body and Danika moves her lower body and rubs herself against you in a feminine, not at least demanding way.

“Where do you want me?” she asks quietly, the hint of a tender smile on her lips.

“On the bed,” you say, thinking too late that you are a pimp now and could fuck Danika anywhere in the room. “Come.” But mainly you want to finally fuck her after all the effort and talk of last night. So you lead her by the hand to the bed. With your butt on the soft fabric you signal Danika to undress. “Do it quickly,” you whisper, your blood already boiling. The girl nods and manages to undress quickly but still seductively. Only once does she almost fall over as she pulls her panties over one foot and then the other.

Then, without asking, she bends over, presents her hanging breasts to you and pulls your shirt off your body, then your pants. You take off your boxer shorts yourself and then pat the bed next to you. But Danika shakes her head.

“Not yet, Daddy,” she says with a hint of a tender smile on her beautiful lips.

“Daddy?” you ask cheekily and grin while Danika crouches between your legs. She shakes her head as she ties her hair into a ponytail.

“You own me now, Daddy,” she explains as she licks her fingers extensively and then grasps your hard, hot cock. “I work for you and you are my Daddy now.”

“Sounds… shit… hot…” you moan as her fingers slowly jerk your cock.

“I need to show you that you made a good buy.” The girl sounds determined as she takes care of your cock and you don’t mind that you can’t fuck her yet. “Show you that your pleasure always comes first, Daddy.” Then she bends forward and sticks out her pink little tongue. Your moans fill the room as her tongue plays around your tip while her hand holds your shaft tightly. Hot, moist breath touches your skin as Danika lets her tongue circle your tip over and over like a cat. She gives your cock a few little pecks, moans softly and femininely and concentrates completely on you as her body rises and falls slightly as she runs her tongue along your length.

“Good girl…” you moan and support yourself with your hands.

“Let me show you, Daddy,” Danika whispers, lifting her body slightly and letting a long, heavy thread of saliva drip from her lips onto your overheated glans. She knows what she’s doing and smiley at you in a cute way. Before the thread can break, she bends down, opens her mouth and wraps her lips around your cock, covered with her spit. Your moans get louder as her lips close and she immediately starts sucking you hard and fast. The change is quick and hard, from gentle to brutal, and soon her slurping and coughing fills the room while her silvery hair falls into her face and she shows you her determination.

For minutes, Danika satisfies you hard and fast while your fingers clench in the sheets of the bed or in her hair, but she doesn’t stop sucking, licking or kissing your dick. Her hands either lie obediently on her thighs or play around your balls with trained skill while her needy moans make you want more and more. Like with her sucking, her moaning changes skillfuly between wanton and shy and your blood rages in your veins like liquid napalm.

At some point you feel your load begin to boil in your balls but then you realize that Danika has changed her technique again. Less negative pressure pulling her cheeks inwards, slower, more sensual movements. And as you sit up a little more you see that her eyes are searching for you, faithful and wet, while her lips moisten your cock and her tongue wraps around your spear like a talented snake.

“Shit Danika,” you breathe and stroke her head gently while your orgasm slowly subsides and turns back into sensual lust.

“Just say a word Daddy,” she breathes, a rope of slime between your cock and her mouth and her smile already a little wider, almost proud. “Your cock is so overwhelming, Sir. It is an honor for me to be your property and to be able to serve you.” She kisses the tip of your cock while the spit runs over her hands. “I will bring you a lot of money, Daddy, promise. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Ohmyfuckinggod” you moan wildly and grab her hair. “Then be a good girl and take my dick in your holes.” Danika nods immediately and stands up. “Shit” you hiss when you see her. Her pussy is already wet and glistens between her round ass cheeks while she shakes her ass for you, supporting her weight with her hands on her bend knees. You want to stand up as well, but Danika is faster and sits on you with her legs spread, face and breasts towards you.

“You own me Daddy and…”

“It’s okay” you reassure her. “Show me what you got my little slut.” SYu smile, maybe a little bit painted. “But for fucks sake hurry up!” Danika immediately jumps into action, leans slightly to the side which sets her heavy breasts in motion, reaches behind her and holds your cock with her slim fingers.

by Writing Shark

A truly wonderful day

The sun shines through the heavy curtains of the room and wake you from your half-sleep. Groaning, you look at the clock on your cell phone. Checking in with Teddy every hour almost killed you, but your protector said he would kill everyone in the building if you didn’t check in on time. Your back almost kills you, but you run to the window and check in with Teddy.

“Good morning, kid,” he says almost good-naturedly.

“Asshole,” you grumble. “I can’t wait to get out of here.”

“Alone or with someone else?” comes the question and you can almost hear his grin. You turn to the small bed.

Danika looks even more enchanting in her sleep. She lies curled up on the mattress in her black underwear, the thin blanket over her beautiful body, breathing calmly and quietly.

“I don’t know,” you answer quietly and realize that you don’t want to wake the girl. “I think so, but…”

“It was clear that it wouldn’t be easy,” says the soldier. “What does she want?”

“Her family in Russia owes someone money,” you say and snort. “Four hundred thousand rubles.” You snort contemptuously.

“Fuck,” grumbles Teddy. “What’s the exchange rate?” That’s your territory.

“Four thousand dollars. Thanks to Putin and his little adventure. No, that’s not the problem. I’ll get the money to Russia somehow without the FBI finding out.”

“Courier,” says Teddy. “What else is the problem?”

“She’s scared,” you say. “She doesn’t know me.”

“You could force her,” suggests the soldier.

“Mhm,” you say and look at the clock. “No matter how it goes, I’ll be out before the next hour.”

“Leave the connection on so I can listen to the conversation with this Slatko.”

After the conversation, you lean over the sleeping Danika. You would love to look at her a little longer, but you don’t have much time. You talked for half the night and it was already one of the most remarkable conversations of your life. You’ve never been this close to the dirty reality, but now, with the sun in your face, it’s time to make a decision.

From Danika. You yourself have already made your decision.

“Hey,” you whisper and gently shake her awake. The girl stretches comfortably and moans softly.

“Slatko? What time is it?”

“No Slatko,” you say. “Kyle. Wake up.”

“Who?” Danika turns her head away from you.

“Wake up!” You shake her roughly by the arm. You can’t afford to waste time and the rough treatment wakes Danika up quickly.

“Sorry,” she says and looks at you apologetically. “Kyle. I know.” You roll your eyes.

“You should know your pimp’s name, slut,” you say with a hint of humor in your voice. “Have you decided?” But Danika says nothing, just sits on the bed and stares at you until you can finally only shrug your shoulders. “Then take care of yourself… Starfire.” You turn away, but hope that something else will come.

“Wait!” You almost breathe a sigh of relief, but force yourself to look businesslike as you turn around. Danika has jumped up from the bed and taken a step toward you. “I’ll do it. Please buy me, okay?” She forces a smile onto her beautiful face. “I’m just scared.”

“I can understand that,” you nod and come back into the room. “Even after this night, it’s still a big step, Danika.” The young woman nods and waits, surely hoping for a kind word from you. That won’t come. You’re her pimp, not her boyfriend. You have to remind yourself of that surprisingly often.

“And my mother?”

“As soon as I get the money to your country, she’ll get it. And a hundred thousand rubles on top of that. I can’t prove that to you. You’ll have to trust me with this.” Danika thinks for a moment, then nods and looks at you.

“And I’ll work for you?”

“Exactly. You’ll be my first. And you’ll be able to choose the customers. The only condition is that you enjoy doing it.” The girl still can’t believe that.

“And if I don’t manage it? If I make a mistake? How will you punish me?”

“How did Slatko do that?” A shadow falls over her face.

“He hits me,” the girl murmurs. “In the face… breasts… cunny. And rape… of course.”

“Of course,” you murmur. “I’ll do some of that too,” you admit. “But I think it will be less hard and less frequent for me. Provided…”

“I’ll enjoy it, Kyle!” she says quickly and forces another smile that seems a little more genuine this time. “I’ll make you a lot of money.”

“Yes,” you just grunt. “Then come.” You nod toward the door.

“Yes.” She quickly gets dressed and then steps behind you.

“Good girl,” you grin cheekily and she returns the gesture.

---

It turns out that it’s really easy to buy a person. You just go up to the pimp, tell him you’re in love with the hooker, take out your money, negotiate, show even more money and then you own a young, sexy girl with perfect tits, ass and face.

And the best part is the shocked look on Slatko’s face, just like on Danika’s.

“He probably didn’t expect me to actually pay for you,” you grin as you drive the car through the morning traffic. “Shit!” You have your hooker. Finally, you can get going!

“Turn left there,” says Teddy, who is sitting next to you. “And watch out for pursuers.”

“That’s Teddy,” you say in a good mood and tap the steering wheel happily. “My bodyguard.”

“Miss,” Teddy just says, like a soldier. You like that. No connection between him and her. You are the focal point.

“That was so much money!” murmurs Danika, who is sitting on the wide back seat with all her belongings, the clothes on her body, her hooker outfit.

“Relax sweety,” you grin and follow Teddy’s instructions. “Two hundred thousand is a weak Tuesday where I come from.

“I didn’t know I was worth that much money.”

“Don’t worry,” you grin happily. “You made it back really quickly.” You shake your head. “Fuck! Do you feel that too? That’s life!”

“What now, Kid?”

“Now? I don’t know.” You look in the rearview mirror and see Danika, who is looking uncertainly out of the window. A new life for her, the hope of a secure family, getting bought by some crazy dude, all in the span of one night “First we’ll get you something to wear. Then we’ll go to the hotel and look for… what do you call it, Teddy? A base?”

“Something like that,” grunts your bodyguard. “I might already have something.”

“Really? Cool!”

“You would have chosen a base in a fucking minefield.”

“Ha! That’s right! Do you hear that, Danika? You can start working for me right away!” The girl nods.

“Yes.” And she nibbles on her lip, something that distracts you. “But you have to fuck me first.”

“What?” you ask and look further back, but it is Teddy who answers.

“It’s a kind of ritual,” he says calmly and looks around.

“Is that so?” you ask Danika.

“Yes,” she says tonelessly.

“Okay! Nothing easier than that! Cool! So let’s go to the hotel!”

You feel so alive. It’s a wonderful day. You have your first hooker, you feel the adrenaline in this unfamiliar environment… And you’re going to fuck Danika! A truly wonderful day.

by Writing Shark

Your first night with Danika

“Danika,” you say quietly and make her look at you. You tell her the truth. “I’m looking for a girl like you. You have everything I need. And I don’t want to do you any harm.” It wasn’t planned that way. You are much too gentle with this girl and something inside you warns you not to fall for her games. But another, bigger side knows that you have found your first whore in her, who you want to get to work for you voluntarily. “You can trust me.” The girl turns her head to you.

“Many people said that and then they hurt me,” she says quietly. You, on the other hand, see it as a victory that she speaks so openly with you. Maybe it’s just the fact that you’re not fucking her yet that makes her talkative.

“Fair enough,” you shrug. You should have thought of that. Danika doesn’t see you as a savior, but as a customer with strange ideas about sexual satisfaction. But you don’t want to give up. “How about if you…” Then you stop. “Well, fuck it.” With that, you stand up, unbutton your shirt and ruffle your hair. Speechless, Danika follows your movements as you crumple your pants and leave the room.

---

Finding Slatko is not difficult and it turns out that it only costs a thousand dollars to have Danika for the night. Not even five minutes later, you are back in the room.

“What did you do?” she asks worriedly and is actually already half dressed. Your behavior must have really worried her.

“I booked you for the whole night,” you say and pull out your cell phone.

“Fuck,” Teddy grumbles as you talk to him. “All right. I’ll keep an eye on you. We’ll talk on the phone every hour.”

“But my sleep…”

“Learn to get by without sleep if you’re going to mess up like that, kid.” With that, the line goes dead and you turn back to the Slavic beauty. She’s just about to take her clothes off again.

“It’s fine,” you say and raise your hand as she has pushed her skirt halfway up her perfect ass. You let your eyes wander longingly over her skin, but you know that you will only have her when she belongs to you, even if that makes you a fool right now.

“What’s that about?” asks Danika, but puts the skirt back on. You sit down on a small, rickety chair and look at her perfect breasts and her perfect body. If the chair doesn’t keep you from falling asleep, then the longing for her body will. “Hey? Kyle?”

“Yes, yes,” you say soothingly.

“What’s that about? What does Slatko want me to do with you?”

“Slatko? He doesn’t want anything from you right now,” you say and look around the room. Somehow you doubt that there is room service here. “You’re mine until tomorrow morning.”

“And what do you want? Sex now?” She’s kind of sweet when she’s angry, but you can understand her. You lean forward in your chair and doubt that you’ll be able to sleep tonight.

“First of all, I want you to calm down,” you say demandingly. Then you take out your wallet again. “Nobody will bother you until tomorrow and the only thing I want from you is that you think about my offer.” Danika looks at you for a long time with an appraising look.

“What offer?”

“Finally,” you grin and hand her another hundred-dollar bill for her answer. “There’s enough money in here to buy you, Danika. Slatko doesn’t know, but I want you. I want you to work for me.” The girl opens her mouth in shock, but you raise your hands. “I won’t force you to do anything, I promise you that. If you want to stay with him, for whatever reason, I respect that. Just know that you are a perfect fit for my new business and that I am well-connected and prepared.” That’s a bit of a lie, you are well connected but not well prepared, but for Danika something else is more important.

“Slatko would kill me if…”

“That’s why you don’t have to tell him anything. You have until tomorrow to tell me what you need from me to let me buy you. We’re already spending the night, so it shouldn’t be surprising if I want more from you and offer Slatko money for it. Tomorrow you can tell me your conditions and if we come to an agreement I will take care of everything else. If not, then I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again. You can keep the money.” With that, you lean back, pull out your cell phone and watch YouTube videos like you used to while Dnaika, half naked and confused, sits on the bed.

---

It takes longer than you thought but you understand the girl. She’s scared. But she also sees the chance you’re offering her. So she’s smart.

“Kyle?” You put the cell phone away and look at her. Danika seems really nervous now. Her hands in her lap, her fingers nervously playing with each other, her head lowered and slightly trembling, she can’t look you in the eyes. Nevertheless, she speaks. “You want to buy me?”

“That’s what you do with hookers, right? So yes. You should be my first employee, earn money for me and of course sleep with me. And yes, I could just buy you from Slatko. I have a lot, like, a really fucking lot of money. So much money that I don’t care how much you bring me in as long as you do your work for me.”

“But if I don’t bring you any money, then…”

“You can choose your customers,” you continue unmoved. There’s no point in answering her question in detail, she wouldn’t understand your motives anyway. It’s much more important to highlight the advantages of her employment with you. “And as long as you’re a good hooker for me, I’ll be a good, patient pimp. All in all, your situation will improve across the board, but the basics won’t change. Fuck and sell your body for money, but fewer beatings and nicer working conditions.”

“But…” It’s clear that Danika can’t believe it. “Why me and… What do you get out of it?” She blinks when she realizes that she is speaking too openly with you.

“To be frank. You. I have you then. And yes, your thoughts are correct. I also expect obedience and discipline, regardless of whether I give you more freedom. But at the end of the day, you are a hot young thing with no addictions or other dependencies. Just a pretty girl who… I have no idea why you are doing this.”

“I am doing this because…” But you raise your hand.

“Not yet.” You smile. “You are not the first person I have done this interview with and my shit filter is already pretty full.” With that, you grab another wad of money. “You can tell me your story when you belong to me.” Then you throw the wad of money to her, ten thousand dollars. “Or you take the money and run away, or you refuse it and stay with Slatko. I am not forcing you. I want you to volunteer.”

And then you wait.

Danika immediately takes the money in her hand, but then hesitates. Then she counts it, her eyes wide, looks at you, but you just nod. Then she thinks again. If she has some hidden addictions or other dangers for you, the money is a better way out for her. But you can’t think about it any further as the girl stands up, takes the money and walks towards you.

“You would let me go?” she asks. “With the money?” You nod.

“Or you work for me,” you shrug. Danika looks at the bundle of money, then at you.

And then she gives you the money back.

“My family in Russia is very poor…” she begins to tell her story.

by Writing Shark

A different kind of foreplay

The prostitute leads you into a fairly clean room with a small bed, a nightstand and a window with curtains in front of it. There is a red lamp on the ceiling and a small bathroom so that Starfire can wash afterward. It’s not much, but the life of a prostitute is not glamorous and you are certainly the only pimp who wants to make his girls comfortable. And that is exactly your task today…

Even if you find it increasingly difficult not to follow your primal instincts when your eyes fall on the beautiful girl on the bed. She is sitting patiently and waiting for you to decide how to take her. You, on the other hand, want to take a look at her first, but you know that there is not much time left before Starfire jumps up and undresses you.

She is a prostitute, a person who is only there to make your cock feel good and nothing would be easier than to use her body for its designed purpose. But you don’t just want the girl because of her perfect breasts and her childlike face, no matter what your cock says. Starfire is pretty and shows potential.

“Do you like me that much?” she asks from the bed, making you realize that you have been staring at her.

“Yes,” you admit. “You look exactly as I hoped.” Then you walk over to the small nightstand. “Stay seated. I’ll be with you in a minute.” As you take off your jacket, her eyes fall on the Horster with the SIG M17 that you had hidden under the jacket. Her eyes widen briefly. “In defense,” you say, pull out the weapon and put it on the cupboard. “Not from you. Don’t be afraid.”

“Sure,” the girl murmurs, trying to remain calm. She has certainly seen a lot. Her big eyes make her seem young and naive, exactly what you are looking for, and your cock is already stirring in your pants like it would with any pretty girl. Her eyes follow you and waves you over. You, on the other hand, reach into your jacket and pull out a bag of white powder.

“Do you want something?” you ask and hold the bag out to her. Starfire remains unmoved, but shakes her head. Good. “Alcohol?” Another shake of the head. “Anything else? Anything?” You smile encouragingly at her, but the girl becomes nervous.

“O-Only if you w-want me… to?” she asks shyly. It seems that she has no addictions, which raises the question of why she is here, but you’ll deal with that later. First of all, you are satisfied that you are probably not dealing with an addict, so she can follow you of her own free will.

So all that remains is her body.

“Stand up,” you say as you put the drugs back in your bag. Starfire follows your request immediately and stands in front of the bed, happy that things are starting now. She is wrong. She is shorter than you and has to lift her head a little to look you in the eyes. “Take off your clothes.” Your voice is husky and rough, the girl in front of you is so beautiful. But above all, it’s the way she looks at you. “How long have you been doing this?” you ask, to see how experienced she is.

“Long enough,” she smiles as she kicks off her shoes. Her movements are graceful and skillful but clumsy enough not to seem experienced. Just a girl who knows how to use her body. “Don’t worry. I’ll please you.” Her jacket and black bra follow quickly.

“Wait,” you order as her large, full breasts emerge. Her nipples are small and perky and stiff and lie right in the middle of her large areolas. “Are they real?” She nods in a way that makes you think she used to be proud of them, but now she’s just happy to bring in a good price. “Keep going.”

“Don’t you want to take off your clothes too?” she asks playfully. “I really want to see you naked, sweetheart.”

“Later,” you say, even though your cock is already resisting the prison of your pants.

“Okay,” she just mumbles and carries on.

“Shit,” you mumble a short time later as her slim hips reveal a view between two skinny, long legs and between them… “Unbelievable.”

“Thank you,” she says in the same tone. Then she wants to step towards you. “Now you.” And something glitters in her eyes that lets you make your decision, a desire for you.

“Just a moment,” you raise your hand. Now Starfire is slowly starting to suspect something and you are sure that few men could resist her body. “Turn around.” She follows your order and presents you with her firm ass.

“You want me from behind? In the ass costs…” But you’re already reaching into your bag. The naked girl, her hands resting on the bed, looks over her shoulder. Her eyes widen. “What do you want from me?” she asks. She looks at the money surprised.

“Oh,” you grin. “Don’t worry. Nothing perverted. I just want to talk.” Now Starfire sits down on the bed again with a closed face. She shamelessly presents her perfect breasts to you, but presses her legs together.

“Talk? Not fuck?” You shake your head and pull out a hundred-dollar bill.

“Your name?” You hold out the bill to her and the girl frowns.

“Starfire,” she says and holds out her hand, but you’re faster and refuse to give her the bill.

“I’m serious,” you say and smile, but let your voice hang in the room. Starfire’s eyes wander back and forth between the money and your face.

“Danika,” she finally says and lowers her gaze as if she is ashamed. You hand her the bill, she takes it but doesn’t put it away, leaving it in her delicate hands. You take out the next bill.

“You can tell your pimp that I wanted something perverse from you,” you say encouragingly. “I’ll bring you a lot of money today if you answer my questions truthfully.” The girl just looks at you blankly. The playful demeanor is gone. She doesn’t know what to do with this situation. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s hot,” she says immediately. But she knows exactly that it’s a lie. She presses her lips together and lowers her gaze. Sitting on the bed, completely naked while you’re still dressed, she seems downright vulnerable, shy and timid. She even flinches a little when you finally sit down next to her and pull her bare legs towards you. Her skin is so pure that your hands develop a slight shake but you suppress it.

There’s no point in sleeping with her now, you realize and are surprised at yourself. You fucked Hannah with gusto like a bitch, but Starfire… Danika… the whore… You will fuck her. But not today. Not in this dirty room. Today is about getting her to a better life by having her sell her body for you. And with a genuine smile.

by Writing Shark

You meet your fiery star

Two weeks have passed in which you have traveled the country with Teddy. The elite soldier has prepared you for a week. Weapon training, self-defense, assessing the situation. Then you visited several big cities and you realized that if you ignore the high-rise buildings, life is the same everywhere.

You have already had several candidates but so far there has been no one who would have met your requirements, something that Teddy seems to like. He still calls you Kid, but has already become a little more open to you.

Now you are sitting in the car you bought for him, stuffing your bellies with the fast food you bought and driving slowly through the nighttime streets of the city.

“Those ones?” you ask.

“Drugs,” he just says. “The eyes.”

“Okay,” you say and groan in annoyance. It was you who made it so difficult for yourself, but Teddy seems to respect you for it.

“I’m just saving you money, kid,” he grins. “How many times can you afford to buy a hooker free and give her the money for treatment and a new life?” You shrug your shoulders.

“Money isn’t the problem if your father owns Raytheon,” you say, not mentioning that you don’t like knowing how many of the girls will end up back with their pimps. You have to be careful, as you found out this week that money can’t solve every problem. “The problem is…” This time it’s Teddy who looks at you questioningly.

“A week in the slums of the US underworld and you still don’t want to tell me? You know I could just leave you out there alone and…”

“She can’t be corrupt,” you interrupt Teddy for the first time since you’ve known him. The giant turns around in the car… and smiles at you. “She has to want to belong to me,” you say a little sheepishly. At one point it was almost there, but it wasn’t meant to be.

“But you want a hooker,” Teddy reminds you. “They’re all depraved.”

“Not like that,” you say absentmindedly and stare out the window while Teddy laughs again.

“Listen, Kid, there are a few things in life that…”

“There!” you suddenly exclaim and sit up straight. Excitedly you point to what you saw. “That one! I want her.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Teddy grumbles and steers the car to the side of the road. “Is he interrupting me again, that little…” But he doesn’t say anything else when he sees that you’re not listening to him.

Because you only have eyes for what’s outside the car.

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She’s pretty, that’s the first thing you notice. Long, slim legs, tight waist, big breasts for her age and a symmetrical face with a loving expression. But above all, her silvery white hair stands out from the darkness of the night, which she has tied into two cheeky pigtails. She doesn’t fit on the street, she’s probably just old enough to keep the police away from her pimp.

Exactly the right target.

“We’ll do it like we always do,” you hear Teddy next to you.

“Mhm…” you murmur and stare at the girl who is standing on the street in fishnet stockings, a silver jacket and a small black handbag, watching the traffic. Then you feel Teddy’s heavy hand on your shoulder.

“I can see that this one will be it,” he grins as you look at the blue denim skirt that barely covers her firm bottom.

“Maybe,” you murmur and Teddy snorts in amusement.

“Sure. But act a bit more arrogant this time, OK? She has to see that you can protect her. Now get her.” With that, he swings gracefully out of the car and disappears into the night like a shadow that will watch over you.

You need a minute to collect yourself, then you stretch. You are a millionaire bachelor with an ice-cold killing machine behind you and your sexual experience is certainly no less than that of the girl. But what calms your shaking hands is the thought that you are starting your new life today. Teddy was right. It will be her.

“Hello,” you greet the girl who turns to you and smiles at you as if you have known each other for a long time.

“Hey sweetheart,” she says and you recognize the Slavic accent immediately, even though she speaks enough English. “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you nod. You would certainly be more excited if you didn’t know that she would sleep with you for money. “I’m Kyle.” You hold out your hand in greeting.

“Hello Kyle. I’m Starfire.” No need to frown at the name. Girls like her don’t stand in the bad part of town at 10 p.m. to get home to their families.

“I’d like to spend time with you,” you say bluntly, and the girl seems to like that. Time is money in her line of work, so she tells you her prices, ridiculously low for what you’ve got planned for her. “Is there somewhere we can be private?” you ask, but you already know the answer. The first thing Teddy taught you was that information is better than firepower. So you try not to let it show that you already know the way.

The young prostitute leads you a few feet to an entrance with a neon red heart above it.

“Have you been here before?” Starfire asks as she leads you inside.

“I know the place,” you tell the truth. “But it wasn’t until I saw you that I wanted to come here.”

“Oooh,” she says, almost embarrassed. “That’s sweet. You’re really sweet.” With these words, she leads you into a large room, a strip club as you know. Several tables are against the wall and one of Starfire’s colleagues is dancing on a small stage, her big, fake tits exposed and a halfway seductive smile on her face. Compared to her, Starfire is a real feast for the eyes. But you don’t only have eyes for the young woman, but observe your sorundings as well. For once because of possible threads, but mostly to see what a strip club looks like. But after that you are entangled once again by Starfire’s womanly courves as she holds your hand and leads you trough the room.

However, you can’t keep your eyes on her for long as you approach a guy who is screaming so obviously Eastern European gangster that your ears bleed.

“Hey Slatko,” Starfire says in a good mood, but can’t suppress her fear of the man. “That’s Kyle. He wants me.” The pimp looks at you with feigned friendliness and your body tenses as he sees you as an easy victim. Teddy says that’s your strength but you’re not the elite soldier and you’re almost shitting your pants.

“Nice to meet you, Kyle,” says Slatko and smiles crookedly. “You know the prices?”

“Starfire told me everything,” you say and look at the girl. “I hope I can extend my stay here if I want?” And before you know it, your hand is on the girl’s round, firm bottom, who smiles at you contentedly while Slatko does the same.

“As long as you stick to the prices, the little one is yours for as long as you want,” he nods. Then you pull out a wad of bills, not too many to get robbed right away, but enough to show that you’re serious. Slatko touches the money and you touch your whore’s chin.

“Then show me your room, little one,” you say. Starfire takes you by the hand and leads you up the stairs while the stripper is cornered by two men on the stage below.