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Shemale Whore and Arab PimpHERMAPHRODITE WHOREIt had been over a year since Johnny threw that tantrum thatruined me and got him excommunicated from mom.Holding me down when mom walked through the door withher friends, colleagues, whatever and they all gasped andscreamed as my big brother finished doing me.We had ample warning, we could have all vanished whenwe heard them at the door.Bobby ran away and got dressed. The chickenshitdenied any knowledge of the event.Smart but chickenshit.Mom severed all ties between me and our doctor’slittle perv ring, so I had no more money coming in.I did, however, have a bunch of loot and moneylocked away in my room.She let me keep it all for some reason.Here I was, 18, at the start of summer vacation, involuntarily retired from the “oldest profession,” myonce girlish body now muscular yet still somewhat feminine.Testosterone and personal gym trainers are no match for genetics.Plus, my doctor “clients” had killed every hair follicle below myhead in exchange for my services.I was no longer gorgeous by any means; I looked likea lady bodybuilder who used too many ‘roids.My B cups had shrunk to barely A’s but I still hadprominent, erectile nipples.Mom had gotten me a job at a law office, running errands,filing but mostly just gopher stuff and making coffee.Still the pay was surprisingly good, enough to buy booksfor college in the Fall with some pocket money to boot.Piddling sum, though, compared to what I was makinga year and a half earlier from my onwin giriş affluent ‘clients.’I showed up at work in trousers and white shirt, mystill feminine waist and hips showing through theattempted camouflage.I knocked on the boss’s door and entered after heacknowledged me.“OMG I KNOW this guy,” I thought.He started telling me about my job description, lookedup from his desk and froze for an instant.“Tommie-girl?” he asked, shocked yet nostalgic.“Hi, ‘Habbie,’ ” I answered.The “boss” is not your superior when you know allof his secret perversions.“I almost didn’t recognize you with that boyish haircut,my little whore” he retorted.The respect thing works both ways.A john is a john and a whore is a whore.It all came flooding back. I was my old self again,at least mentally.“This changes things,” he said, “We have to finda suitable position for you.”“Under your desk on my knees?” I shot backsarcastically.He chuckled lasciviously. It gave me the creeps.I finally really saw him for the sick pervertedfuck he was but I kept my “professional” demeanor.“No, I was thinking on the couch, naked, with yourass in the air.” He was a hundred percent serious.I saw the free weed, more money and giftsfloating in the air and decided to pluck themall from their orbits.I was a whore again.By the end of the day my nipples were sore from being sucked, my ass and hermaphroditic pussy were sorefrom being fucked, I smelled like his Middle Easterncologne scents and I felt truly defiled and onwin yeni giriş ashamed.I know understood the world better and for the first time I really understood whatit was to sell myself yet I still smiled seductively.I still knew how to manipulate men but now Iwas an expert.I lay on my back on a sleeping mat behind his desk,totally spent, in an attitude of total defeat andsurrender, not even bothering to close my legs.Modestly is for people who have dignity.I had no pretense to dignity.Habbie came walking out of his little shower roomcasually dressed in sweat pants and tee shirt,speaking in Arabic on his cell phone.I hated the sick hairy mtherfcker yet I lay theregazing at him like a satisfied lover.“You’re back in business, my little whore” hesaid very businesslike and domineering.He sat in his chair and we talked business.Only ‘respectable’ clientele, no rough stuff, condoms always.Habbie had lined up a dozen clients by weeks end andmany more in the days to come.They fucked me to exhaustion and I welcomed thestart of the new semester.The school work was a vacation compared to myhighly paid slaveryBy this time I was siting on his desk, still naked, With my feet on the armrests of his chair.“I keep 70%” he said“Make it 60% and I keep all the ‘extras,’ extrasbeing extra money and gifts.I stroked his hardening cock with my left foot.“OK, you keep 40%. Now we consummate the deal.”He removed his pants and shirt, again revealing thethick, graying hair that covered onwin güvenilirmi his body.He squirted an excessive amount of lube on my little cunt, the surplus running down the crack of my ass.I lay back on his desk as he carefully penetrated myshallow little pussy with his huge, thick cock.I wrapped my legs around his waist. He could have easily killed me with one violent thrustbut instead he popped his enormous cock head intomy two inch deep twat as he lay atop of me,supported his weight on his elbows, suckedmy tits and worked his rod around in me.I gyrated my hips to get us both off faster.”YES,” he hissed “Make me cum in you, bitch.”I had my first orgasm in about half a minute,causing him to suck my already sore nipples even harderand wriggle his cock around my little orifice more vigorouslyuntil I felt his rock hard penis jump and fill me withhuge amounts of his stinking spunk.The sensations caused me to have a tremendous orgasm,one of the last of half a dozen or so.I gasped and moaned in disgust, humiliation and passionas his seed overflowed my little cunt and also ran downmy ass crack to mix with the small puddles of lube on the desk and floor.I slipped off the desk to my knees and took his cummy,still pumping manhood into my mouth to swallow the lastfew squirts and squeeze his dick from base to tip asI drained the last of his semen.Habbie was exempt from the condom rule.I f0rcd myself to look up into his eyes lovingly.he half smiled, half sneered at me in dominant triumph.\“That’s a good little whore” he said in a patronizingtone of voice as he held my face firmly in hislarge hands.Johnny was no longer manipulating me; I hadno one to blame but myself now.I had sold myself into sex slavery.But the money was good.

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