0 comments/ 40221 views/ 16 favorites The Teenaged Hooker By: -Sadie26- Words seemed almost pointless at this moment as I watched my latest trick fumble through his wallet for his last $200.00. "Same time next week, Maxine?" he asked, pulling up his pants and zipping them quickly. "Sure," I answered, shrugging my shoulders and slipping the crisp one hundred dollar bills inside my bra. The room reaked of sweat and sex and lust and greed and it made me nauseous the longer I stayed in there. "You were real good tonight, honey," he said, giving me a wink as I walked out. My name's Maxine, I'm 19 years old and I've been a hooker for a year, and this is my story. My mom and dad got a divorce when I was 16 and I've basically been on my own since. I wasn't really a fan of being shuffled from one house to the next, so, at 18, I ran away. I ran as far as $400 would take me, which, I found out, wasn't far, but it was far enough to leave my past semi-comfortably behind me. I met Gina a couple weeks later and she hooked me up with a job at a diner she worked at. The hours were lousy and the customers weren't that friendly, but, it helped me to afford a small, one bedroom flat just outside of town. My apartment didn't have furniture and most nights my only company was the rats that ran in and out of the holes in my walls, but, it was mine and I wasn't at home with Hekyl and Jekyl, otherwise known as my parents. After Gina quit, I stayed on. She met a truck driver that swept her off her feet and they moved to Mexico. I found the job to be even more of a pain in the ass without Gina there to keep me grounded. The tips got worse and I never seemed to make it to work on time. Finally, I lost my job and eventually my rat infested apartment. I was back out on the streets again and I was scared. And then, fate intervened. "You got a light?" asked a tall, thin, very handsome man. "No, sorry, I don't smoke," I said, careful not to make eye contact with the stranger. "Oh, well, that's probably for the best. I really shouldn't smoke anyway," he said, shoving the cigarette pack into his pant's pocket. I took a few steps forward and away from him, not really sure what he had in mind. "My name's Brad," he said, extending his left hand, which I noticed, was covered in diamond rings. "Maxine," I said, almost in a whisper. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Maxine," he said, smiling and walking closer towards me, "Do you live around here?" "I live here, I live there, I don't really have a set address," I said, shoving my cold hands inside my ripped jacket pockets. "Well, it's pretty cold out here for you to be wandering the streets, Maxine, wanna come to my apartment and warm up for a little while?" he asked. To this day, I can NOT tell you what allowed me to say yes, but I did and very quickly, I might add. Maybe it was the cold. Maybe it was because I hadn't eaten in two days and was hoping this stranger would have mercy on me and give me some dinner. Maybe I was semi attracted to him. Who knows? All I know is in one quick second I had agreed to follow him to his house. Once inside, I noticed that Brad had a hunger for the good life. As far as the eyes could see, there was gold and chrome and diamond plating on everything. He had mirrors and fine china and a stereo system I'm sure you could hear blasting at least 20 miles away. In the corner were several lit candles and a mini bar stocked with just about any kind of liquor you could ever want. I felt so trashy and inferior in this environment and quickly decided I had made a mistake. "On second thought, I think I better go," I said, turning towards the front door. "Nonsense, Maxine, please, make yourself comfortable, what's mine is yours," said Brad, taking my coat and slinging it over an enormous gold coat rack, "Help yourself to a drink, there's plenty of booze." I didn't really want a drink. I wasn't really sure what I wanted at this point. I couldn't deny that Brad had a nice house and he seemed harmless enough, but, this just wasn't my scene. I had never seen such a nice house before. Everything seemed so clean and sterile and I was so dirty. My hair was greasy and my clothes were filthy. I had never been so ashamed of my appearance as I was at that moment. "Sit down, Maxine, let's talk," said Brad, emerging from the kitchen carrying a bottle of wine and a bowl of ripe, red strawberries. I wasn't sure where to sit, I didn't want to mess up anything. "Come here, honey," he said, patting the couch cushion beside him. I reluctantly walked over and joined Brad on the couch, carefully crossing my legs. "You are a beautiful girl, Maxine. How old are you, seventeen, eighteen?" he asked, pouring us both a glass of wine. "I just turned nineteen," I answered, slowly sipping the sweet, chilled wine. "Lovely age," purred Brad, sitting back and relaxing against the overstuffed couch backing. "I guess," I answered, "But, it's not so lovely when you have nowhere to live and nothing to eat." "Well, I wouldn't imagine that would be a good life, especially for a young woman, such as yourself," he said. As the night wore on, I told Brad my hard luck story all about my parent's divorce and Gina moving to Mexico and me losing that crappy, dead end job. As embarrassing as it was to admit that I was living on the streets, Brad never said or did anything to make me feel trashy or low. "Such a beautiful girl to be living such a hard life," whispered Brad, gently running his fingers through my long, brunette hair. I closed my eyes and pictured myself lying on some sandy, sunny beach, hearing the waves crash and the seagulls gossip as they flew overhead. I was so lost in thought that I hadn't even realized that Brad's hand had moved from my hair to between my legs. "Brad!! What are you doing?" I asked, jumping up and almost spilling my glass of wine. "Relax, Maxine, nothing's going to happen here tonight that you don't want to happen, okay?" he said, gently massaging my inner thighs. I nodded my head yes and slowly sank back into the warm, inviting embrace of his overstuffed couch. I placed my feet up on the marble coffee table, a bit ashamed that the polish on my toenails was beginning to chip off. "I could make you into one hot piece of ass, Maxine," whispered Brad, gently nibbling on my earlobe. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Look around you, baby," he said, "You think all this came with this house? Hell no, this house is my blood, sweat and tears." Although I was still confused, I decided it was probably a good idea not to seem too stupid, so, I went along and agreed that Brad definitely had an awesome house. "You see, Maxine, what I mean by making you a hot piece of ass is simple. I wanna put you back out on the streets, but, at the end of the night, you would come home to me, here," said Brad, giving me an almost wicked side glance as he poured himself another glass of wine. "You mean?" ....... I began. "That's right, baby, I know you're old enough to know what a hooker is, I mean hell, look at you, your body's booming and you've got a face that could have only been meant for greatness. Your teeth are beautiful, your hair is perfect and those tits, my God, those tits have kept me hard since I first caught a glimpse of them earlier tonight," he said, again leaning back into the couch. I was speechless. I had never heard anyone talk about me or to me like this before. None of my ex boyfriends had ever complimented me on anything. Their idea of being nice was asking if I wanted the lights off or on before they bent me over their bed. "All you have to do is say yes, Maxine, that's all," said Brad, giving me a very serious look. I wasn't really sure what to say. I mean, yeah living like this would be the bomb, but, having sex with strangers? I wasn't sure I could pull THAT one off. I had never been with a stranger before. I've always been very shy about my body and have always hated my hair and teeth. But, I was also smart enough to know that opportunity, like this one, doesn't present itself everyday. So, with a deep breath, I gave Brad the go ahead and we began making plans. He wanted to take me shopping and get me checked out at the free clinic to make sure everything was golden, as he called it, and then it was off to the streets to begin my new career as a teenage hooker. Brad and I talked long into the night, finally both of us gave in around 4 a.m and decided that the night had taken its toll and it was time to rest. After taking a much needed long, hot shower, I emerged from the steamy bathroom to find Brad sprawled out naked on his giant bed. He was lying on his stomach so all that showed was his ass but that was enough to wake up my pussy. My nipples got rock hard and I could feel my hormones doing somersaults. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I must have fallen asleep," said Brad, lifting his head and looking over his shoulder. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," I said, standing there, dripping all over his beautiful, plush white carpeting. "No, no, don't worry," he said, "Here, come lay here beside me." He laid his head back down as I walked over to the other side of the bed, slowly peeling back the satin comforter, revealing even more satin with black sheets, definitely very sexy. "I'll introduce you to the other girls tomorrow," he whispered, "For now, get some sleep, you're going to need it." Well, that wasn't going to be hard, I was exhausted! I felt as though I had not slept in a year and that shower not only cleaned my body but relaxed me to the point of a near coma. I snuggled into the warm satin sheets, pulling the comforter half way up. No, I was not wearing any clothes and neither was Brad, but, at 4 in the morning, who cares? Several hours later, my sleep was brought to a halt by the loud screeching of Brad's alarm. I rolled over to find him gone, but quickly picking up the scent of food cooking. I looked around the room and noticed one of his shirts hanging over a chair and decided this would be just as good as anything to venture around the house in. So, I slid my naked body from the bed and put on Brad's shirt and headed for the delicious smell of the kitchen. "Well, good morning, gorgeous," said Brad, smiling and scrambling eggs, "Hope you like eggs and toast." "Eggs and toast are perfect," I answered, taking a spot next to him, intently watching his culinary skills. "Bobbi, Jenna and Melinda will be here in about two hours," he said, sliding the eggs onto two plates, "They're my other girls, I think the four of you will get along famously." I gave him a cocky smile as I sat down, ready to devour this yummy breakfast. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, pouring us both a glass of orange juice. "I slept better then I have in years," I answered in between bites. After breakfast, Brad decided he was going to take a shower and told me to make myself at home. I decided to surprise him by washing up the dishes so he wouldn't have to. Afterwards, the warm, masculine scent of shampoo and testosterone quickly filled the living room. Hard as I tried to ignore it, my inner urges wouldn't let me. So, I quietly opened the bathroom door and watched Brad's silouhette as he washed his body. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing and tossed it to the floor along side his pile of clothes. As I peeled back the shower curtain, Brad was still ignorant to the fact that I was in there. I quietly stepped inside and pulled the curtain back into place. With his back still turned, I walked up behind him and gently began kissing his naked, wet back and shoulders. He quickly turned around, obviously stunned and scared, but, just as quickly, gave me a warm smile. I stood there with the warm water cascading over my young body, my hair soaked and my nipples rock hard. My pussy was bare so the warm water spraying onto it sent chills over my entire body. Brad glanced up and down, examining my every curve. His smile told me that he approved of what he saw and that instantly put me at ease. He reached over and grabbed a large bottle of bath oil as he turned the shower head down a bit. I watched his thick fingers squeeze the wet plastic as it oozed a blue liquid all over his palm. He reached over and began rubbing the oil into my chest, around my tits then onto my nipples. He groaned when he touched my tits, immediately cupping them and leaning down to kiss my aching nipples. I leaned back against the wet shower wall and closed my eyes, gently caressing his wet hair and dragging my nails along his scalp. His mouth was warm and intense as his tongue wrapped around my nipples, gently kissing and lapping the sensitive pink flesh. "I've never seen sexier tits," he groaned, looking up at me with desire, "You're making my cock ache." I reached down and grabbed his throbbing shaft, gently rubbing my thumb over the wet, enlarged cock tip. I could feel his dick throbbing against my fingertips and that only served to heighten my desire that much more. Brad reached down and slid two fingers deep into my neglected pussy, firmly, yet slowly dividing my swollen lips and inner walls. Gently, he fingered me, long, deep thrusts of his thick fingers as my knees fought to hold me up. "Oh, God, Brad," I moaned, "Mmmm, fuck, your fingers feel so fucking good inside me." He began fingering me faster and deeper. I could feel his knuckles ram into my pubic bone now. He was now a man possessed and I felt his cock growing thicker. We slowly dropped to our knees and I was immediately pushed onto my back. My legs were forced open and Brad now had three fingers inside me, completely intent upon popping me open. I arched my back and spread my legs as far as they'd go. I looked down and watched Brad's head moving side to side and up and down as he ate my pussy. His tongue was long and thick and knew exactly what to do with a woman's clit and pussy. My body thrashed, sending waves of water up around our faces. My whimpers turned into moans then to screams as I begged Brad over and over to make me cum. I could feel my clit pulsating and my body was somewhere it had never been. I reached down and grabbed a handful of Brad's thick hair, almost violently twisting it around my fingertips. My ass jumped up and down, riding his face and grinding my pussy around his mouth. I needed to cum. I needed to cum on his face. I needed him to taste my delicious, hot cream. "BRAAAAAAAAD!!!!" I screamed, over and over, the same thing, "BRAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!! OH, GOD!!!!!!" My stomach muscles tensed up and the room began to spin like I was inside a blender. My mind went blank and I totally lost myself in Brad. I came back to back, flooding his mouth with cream. The cream of a neglected teenage hooker. After I had settled down, Brad gently helped me up to my feet long enough for him to turn the shower off. He stepped out of the bath tub and picked me up, carrying me into the bedroom. He slowly let me fall to the crumpled comforter as he stood there, momentarily, again surveying my body. He walked over and took his phone off the hook and then climbed onto the bed, on top of me. His warm, wet flesh pressed hard to mine, making my tits almost flatten beneath his body. He cupped my face and kissed me wildly, pushing my legs open with his knees. He pulled the comforter up around his ass and slowly moved his body in between my legs. I looked down, watching his every move. He instructed me to reach up and grab onto the headboard, and I obeyed. He wasted no time cramming my young pussy full of his meat. He was hungry and his cock was too. He pushed his thick rod completely inside me until I felt his cock tip push gently against my womb. "Oh, shit, your pussy feels so damn good, Maxine," he groaned, gently pumping his dick in and out of me, "I've never felt a pussy this warm and tight before." His words made my pussy ache. My pussy that was being treated so gently but yearning to be fucked rough. I gripped the headboard tightly until my fingertips turned cold and began to tingle. Slowly, Brad began to pick up the pace. I looked down and watched my tits jiggle each time he pounded his dick into me. My nipples were harder then they'd ever been, so hard they hurt. I loved watching them jiggle though. And, apparently, so did Brad. He leaned down and starting sucking my nipples again. He reminded me of a young baby nursing that could not get enough of his mother's tit. I didn't care how long Brad sucked my tits. His cock felt so good in me that he could have fucked me for the rest of my life and I never would have complained. "Tell me no matter who you fuck out there on the streets that my dick will always be your favorite, baby, tell me that," Brad groaned, now pumping me with force so hard my head was bumping the headboard. "Oh, God, Brad, you know your dick will always be my favorite. I'll always want your dick in me," I moaned, never wanting this to stop. "Don't ever let one of those pricks knock you up. If you have anyone's baby, it's gonna be mine," he growled, "You hear me? MINE!!" "Yes, fuck yes, I hear you, Brad," I screamed, arching my back and yanking against the headboard, "Only your baby!!" "You prove yourself to me, baby, and all this will be ours one day, no more fuckin strangers, just me, every night of our lives," he groaned, showering me with his sweat as his dick jacked off in my pussy. "I'm gonna fucking cum," he hissed, "Tell me to fucking cum in you, Maxine!!!!" "Please, Brad, please fucking cum in me!!!!" I begged, half panting and half groaning. "Oh, shit!!!" he yelled, slamming his dick into me, balls deep and releasing the hottest load of cum I'd ever felt inside me before. His cock swelled and twitched inside me as it unloaded. I could feel his cock tip pressing into my womb and that brought on one of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced. My head swam and my mind went blank. My body tensed up like a board and my pussy totally submitted to Brad's dick. I couldn't stop cumming, over and over coating his dick with my creamy cum. After a few minutes, we both laid there, panting and struggling like animals to catch our breath. Our bodies were soaked with sweat and the room smelled of our sex. My pussy was almost numb and I was drained. I had no idea an orgasm, such as that one, could wipe you out so quickly. "You act like that out on the streets and you're gonna have us rolling in dough," said Brad, sitting up and lighting a cigarette. I just smiled and continued laying on the bed. I was physically exhausted and never wanted to leave that spot, but, then came a knock on the door that would quickly help me find the energy to move. "Brad?! We're here!!!" yelled a female voice at the front door. "Shit," said Brad, "I had no idea it was THAT late. Maxine, get up and get dressed, baby, the girls are here." Reluctantly, I somehow found the energy to pull myself up and again put on a shirt to greet Brad's girls. I walked into the living room and found Brad, Melinda, Bobbi and Jenna all sitting around talking. "Girls, this is Maxine, she's gonna be living here and learning the business," said Brad, standing up and walking with me to the couch. After our obligatory hello's and how are you's, Brad explained that I would be going out the first couple of nights with Bobbi. She had been with Brad the longest and she knew everything there was to know about hooking. What amazed me the most? All these girls were my age! Bobbi had so much experience for her 21 years of life. She knew how to give blowjobs and hand jobs and she even fucked a cop one night while his wife was in the other room making dinner! To say that I was impressed was an understatement! I had much to learn and Bobbi was definitely the right girl to mentor me. Brad instructed Bobbi to take me shopping and hook me up with some killer threads, as he called them. By killer threads he meant fish net stockings, mini skirts, halter tops, hip boots, crotchless panties and see through bras, a grand total of $750.00. I almost fainted when I saw the total, but Bobbi, she never blinked an eye. The Teenaged Hooker "Brad will be good to you as long as you're good to him, Maxine," said Bobbi, lighting up a Newport, "Don't try to cheat him. Don't lie to him and most of all, never, ever be seen speaking to another pimp. You obey those rules and you're golden." I nodded my head in agreement and we sped off in her corvette, a birthday present from Brad. "We'll be working Montuse Avenue tonight, Max," said Bobbi, "That's a high paying neighborhood. The men in there are loaded, trust me. They pay good and all they ask in return is you make them cum and never let their wives find out." This was all so overwhelming but it was either this or go back to living in rags and eating out of trash cans. Besides, this life can't be all THAT bad, I mean, look at Bobbi, she's living the high life and all she has to do is make men cum. I can do that! Back at Brad's house, I was urged to put on a mini fashion show. I was taught how to walk, talk and stand. I was also filled in on the going rates for different services so I wouldn't end up being underpaid. Blowjobs were $50.00, hand jobs were $25.00 and actual sex was $200.00 an hour. Always use a condom and never ever let a trick cum inside you. Pretty easy to remember, right? "Now, Melinda and Jenna will be working Caven Road, you and Maxine work Montuse tonight, only Montuse," said Brad, lighting up a cigarette as he spoke to Bobbi, "Keep an eye on Maxine, but don't hover. If she has a question, answer it as directly as possible and seperate. I don't want these tricks out there thinking they are going to get a two for one special, understand?" Bobbi nodded her head and got up to get dressed for the night. She told me to come in there with her so I could see, first hand, what a real hooker looks like when she steps out onto the streets. I watched Bobbi carefully pull up the fragile fish net stockings and zip up the super tight blue leather mini skirt. She walked around topless trying to decide on whether she should go with or without a bra. Her tits weren't much bigger then mine but they weren't real, you could easily tell that. "Okay," said Brad, poking his head inside the bedroom door, "You ladies be safe tonight, try to have some fun. I'm gonna go drop of Jenna and Mel and I'll be back in about an hour." Bobbi and I both nodded to let Brad know we heard him and he quickly left. The house had gone quiet, almost deafening to the ears. "Damn, guess I'll wear this kinky little red bra, what do you think, Max?" she asked, turning to get my opinion. "The red one's nice but I wouldn't wear a bra at all," I said. "Maybe you're right," she said, tossing the bra onto the bed. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "A little," I answered, "I mean, it's not like I've ever done this before, ya know?" "You'll be fine," she said, "I'm gonna be right there beside you, don't worry." As I watched Bobbi, I couldn't help but think what on Earth could have driven her to this life. Was she like me? Had she run away from an unhappy home? Or maybe she just enjoyed this lifestyle. I didn't ask her because I didn't want to come off as being nosey, but it was definitely a question that I might get the nerve to ask her someday. "How do I look?" she asked, spinning around, looking amazing in her hooker attire. "Fabulous," I said. She smiled and turned back around, almost bathing herself in perfume, "Well, I guess that just about does it." I stood up and walked over to the mirror for one last look. I had to admit I didn't look bad at all, I actually looked hot. Bobbi walked up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders, both of us staring in the mirror. "You and I as a team will be unstoppable, Max," she whispered. I wasn't sure how to respond to that so I just smiled. Just then, Bobbi began kissing my neck and running her hands up around my tits. "You ever been with a woman, Max?" she asked. "No, but I've fantasized about it," I answered. "Well, maybe it's time to turn your fantasy into a reality," she purred, slowly unzipping my halter top. I felt chills cover my body. Scenes of lesbian sex in movies flashed in my head. My mind was going in three different directions and all I could concentrate on were Bobbi's nails dragging up and down my arms. I heard the swish of the halter top as it fell to the floor and my nipples instantly awakened. My mouth began to dry up and my heart was pounding so hard it actually hurt. Bobbi flipped me around, facing her. Her eyes were dark and hungry. She pulled me to her, kissing my mouth with the force of a rabid tornado. Her tongue challenged mine and her hands were all over me. I reached down and practically ripped her mini skirt off her, kissing her back just as madly and hearing her lace thong pop under the pressure of my fingers tugging at it. She pushed me into the bedroom wall and broke our kiss just long enough to whisper, "Stay here, don't even think about moving." I watched her strut across the room, stopping at what looked like a small wooden chest of some kind. She opened it slowly and turned her back to me so I couldn't see what she was doing. Again, my mind began to race. My panties were soaked and my nipples again ached to the point of pain. I closed my eyes and took my mind back to earlier when Brad was inside me. I could still feel his cock pistoning in and out like a machine. I could still hear his groans and his wild panting. His scent was still all over me, but now, his scent mixed with Bobbi's perfume to create an intoxicating cocktail that made me dizzy with lust and wonder. Seconds later, Bobbi turned back around and ordered me to open my eyes. I opened them to find her completely naked, complete with a leather harness and a nine inch "cock." "This excite you, Max?" she purred as she began walking towards me. I swallowed hard and managed to whisper a quiet "yes." She smiled as she closed in on me, her "cock" bobbing up and down with each stride she took. She grabbed my arms and held them over my head, again flipping me around, only this time I was face first in the wall. Bobbi said nothing. The next thing I knew she was on her knees, behind me, spreading my quivering ass cheeks apart, "Don't be nervous, baby," she whispered. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her hot breath dancing over my small, puckered asshole. The cold wall pressing into my nipples only made them ache more and my pussy was beginning to drool. "I smell your cunt," she whispered, "You're on fire, Max." She was right, I was on fire. I needed to be fucked again. My knees almost collapsed when I felt her tongue slither inside my asshole. Her nails were sharp as they dug into my ass cheeks, forcing them as wide as they would go. "Oh, shit," I whispered, "Bobbi, your tongue is fucking amazing." Bobbi responded by humming into my ass and pushing her tongue inside me further. She began lapping at my asshole, sucking on it and breathing warm, sweet air across it. I began humping my hips back and forth, trying to ride her face. Little did I know, Bobbi was not interested in getting herself off, she wanted to Domme me and get me off, this alone gave her immense pleasure. She reached around and grabbed my swollen clit, which by now, had risen and was extremely tender to the touch. Each time she'd slide her tongue inside me, she'd pinch my clit, sending a buzzing sensation from my thighs all the way up to my stomach. I started humping against her fingers, hoping she'd slide them inside my sloppy pussy, but that was not to happen. Bobbi suddenly stopped and stood back up again, rubbing my ass as she bit my shoulder, "You're one hot little slut, Maxine, Brad was right." So Brad was behind this!! That's why he left so conveniently!!! Oh well, I thought to myself, I'm not gonna piss and whine about it! "Bend over, slut," Bobbi said in a very dominating voice, "When you get on the bed, put your face into the blanket." I did exactly as she said. The comforter still smelled of me and Brad, and in some way, it was kinky for me to imagine him there with me and Bobbi. "You want my cock, bitch?" Bobbi hissed, "Huh?" "Yes, Bobbi, yes, I want your cock," I moaned. "Tell me to put my cock in you, Max, SAY IT!!!" she screamed. "Bobbi, put your fucking cock inside me and fuck me like the little slut I am for you," I groaned, getting more and more turned on. "Mmmm, that's a good bitch," she purred, coming up behind me and placing her well manicured nails on my hips. I took a deep breath and waited for her to penetrate me. I'd never been fucked with a strap on before, but something about it was definitely turning me on. I raised up on the palms of my hands, on all fours and looked down. My tits looked sexy hanging like this. My nipples looked like raisins and my tits were so fat and full. It turned me on just looking at them. "Here comes the dick, baby," Bobbi hissed, slowly pushing her "cock" inside my wet pussy, still lubricated with Brad's cum. "OH FUCK!!!" I screamed, feeling her thick, long "cock" forcing my pussy open. "Take it, bitch!!!" Bobbi screamed, instantly pounding away at my used pussy. Oh, God, I'd never felt a "cock" this fucking big before! It was huge and long and it showed my raw cunt no mercy. Bobbi dug her claws into my hips deeper with each thrust and I felt as though my pussy would give way and bust open any second. I could feel the "cock" inside my stomach. It was massaging my insides and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off an orgasm for very long at this rate. Just then, Bobbi slid her "cock" from my cunt and rammed it straight up my ass, no warning, just straight up. I screamed again and was whimpering like a beaten dog, panting and chanting her name over and over. "You wanna be my secret slut, bitch?" she said, hammering away inside my asshole, "Melinda's supposed to be my girl but I can keep a secret if you can!!" "Yes, yes, fuck yes, I wanna be your secret slut!!!!" I yelled, not giving a damn about Melinda or anyone else, but myself, at this point. I needed to fucking cum. My arms shook as they struggled to hold me up. My back was completely arched and I could feel my spine being rocked with each violent, deep thrust of that monster "cock." Then she was back inside my pussy, moving her hips side to side, drilling the fuck out of my used, raw cunt. Little did I know that the "cock" had a vibrating button on it that was resting right on Bobbi's clit, therefore she was getting just as much, if not more, pleasure out of this as I was. She began to breathe hard and pant like a dog in the summer. I could feel the bed shaking each time she thrusted into me and her huge tits swung and slammed into each other. "I'm gonna make you my full time bitch, Max," she said, driving her "cock" all the way in this time. My body began to shake violently. My eyes rolled up inside my skull and I clenched the headboard so tight, even my wrists ached. I leaned forward, sliding Bobbi's "cock" up to its tip then slammed back down, howling as it bottomed out inside me. Our groans mixed and sounded like orgasmic chants as we fucked each other. My hair was sticky and wet, completely stuck to my neck and shoulders. My tits were aching from the constant back and forth swaying and I needed release. "Cum, bitch!!!" screamed Bobbi, obviously needing her own release. I slammed my body backwards towards her, baring down and squeezing my pussy around her "cock" and grinding my hips, making sure I got ever inch of her inside me. "Oh!!! Ohhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!" I groaned, "Oh, God, Bobbi!!! Bobbi!!!!!" And just like that, her "cock" was smothered with my sweet cream. My body fell limp instantly and my heart was racing was so fast I was terrified I might have a heart attack. Seconds later, Bobbi, too, came. She drove her "cock" deep inside me, pressing all nine inches into my aching, raw cunt, thus allowing the vibrating button to jam into her clit. "OHHHHHHHHH, SHIT!!!!" she screamed, "OH, GOD, MAX, YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!!!!!" She held her "cock" deep inside me while her own pussy gave in and ultimately gave her the orgasm of her life. She fell limp against my back, breathing heavily and mumbling words I couldn't recognize, but I knew she was in her own zone. She pulled me over onto my back and kissed me hard. Our tits pressed together felt so right. She broke the kiss and stared down into my eyes, "You're mine now, Max, never forget that. Now, get up and get cleaned up, it's time to go to work." I wasn't sure if I could summon the strength again to climb off this huge bed after yet another intense fuck session, but I knew I owed Brad and I was not gonna get paid laying around on my back, at least not in THIS bed anyway. I watched Bobbi unlatch the harness and drop the "cock" into another sealed chest, only this one contained cleaner, "Safey first," she said, giving me a wicked wink. She seemed so used to this routine and it wasn't long at all before she was put back together, if not better then she had been before we fucked. Everything was perfect, her hair, her clothes and even her makeup had not even been smudged. She helped me get myself back together, almost matching her right down to the black spiked stilletto heels we were wearing. As we emerged from the bedroom, there was Brad having a drink and typing something on his laptop. When he noticed us, he quickly slammed the lid closed and stood up, "Wow, you two look very sexy indeed, very nice work, Bobbi." She nodded her head and walked off to get a couple jackets for us. "You look gorgeous, Maxine," he said, gripping my bare arms with his large, strong hands, "Remember, stay close to Bobbi for awhile, have fun and I'll see you tonight." He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and reminded me, as Bobbi and I were walking out the door, "Remember, ladies, cash up front, no exceptions." Before I knew it, Bobbi was pulling into an old, abandoned parking lot. I looked around, but didn't recognize the neighborhood. There were a few buildings with broken windows and stray animals wandering around. It made me feel uneasy, but, I had to remember I was not a little girl anymore and I had chosen this. I owed Brad and Bobbi to do good and I was not gonna let them or myself down. So, with a deep breath, I opened the car door and stepped out, greeted immediately with cat calls and whistles from a few men across the street. "Pay them no attention, Max," said Bobbi, almost whispering, "They're here every time I work this area. They're a bunch of unemployed bums with pregnant wives at home. No money and I don't think any of them has had a shower in a month. You stick close to me tonight." We quickly made our way up a back alley, behind some houses and came up on Montuse. There were already a few girls holding spots but no one looking all that threatening. Bobbi lit up a Newport and offered me one, and, with a shrug of the shoulders, I took it. "If you're not used to it, don't inhale right now, it will make you look inexperienced if you sit here hacking each time you inhale," advised Bobbi, taking a long drag on her cigarette and looking around, obviously scoping out the competition. Our wait wasn't long at all, within minutes, a dark blue car pulled up next to us, "You girls wanna party?" asked the driver. "What's on your mind, baby?" asked Bobbi, leaning into the passenger side window. "How bout both of you come to my hotel room and we'll see what we can get going," he said, scanning us both, "I'll give you $300 for both." "No deal," said Bobbi, "It's $400 for both, one hour." "Hmmm, I think I might be able to come up with another hundred, baby," he said. "Well, I'll tell you what, when you do come up with it, come back, till then, get lost, you're scaring away other business," hissed Bobbi, walking back to our post. "Wow, you're good at this," I said, obviously sounding like a stupid kid, at that point. "It's not about being good or bad, Max, it's about sticking to your guns and not letting these fuckwads sweet talk you. If you let them, they'll take you for nothing and you'll go home with nothing," she said, taking another long drag off her cigarette. Just then, Bobbi's cell phone rang, it was Brad. He instructed her to go with the next trick alone, which meant I'd be left alone!!! I was instantly filled with fear and it must have shown because Bobbi tried to plead with Brad, but it was no good. He was the boss and it was his decision. "Fuck!!!" screamed Bobbi, snapping her cell phone shut, "Well, I guess you know what that call was all about." "Yeah, I heard," I answered, taking another drag from my cig and looking down, afraid if I looked at her I'd cry. "Hey, you'll be fine, baby," she said, tussling my long hair in her fingers, almost as if she was petting a sad dog, "It's not like you're a virgin, Max, you know how to fuck a man, right?" "Of course I do," I answered, "I just didn't know I'd be thrown into the mix my first night." "Well, baby, unfortunately, here in the real world, the boss calls the shots and he has spoken," she said, tossing her cigarette into the street and taking out her mirror to re-apply her ruby red lipstick. Seconds later, a red pickup truck pulled up, "You lookin for some action tonight, sweety," said Bobbi, striding over to the vehicle. I'm not sure what was said because I was still standing back against the building while Bobbi was wheeling and dealing with the driver. "Okay, honey, I'm off, see you back here in an hour," shouted Bobbi as she climbed into the passenger side, "Good luck!!" And just like that, she was gone. I suddenly began to feel panicked but refused to let myself get worked up. I looked around at the other girls, some looking younger then me and I realized what a baby I was being. I mean, come on, it's just sex, it's not like I'm going to a hanging. So, with that little pep talk, I tossed my half smoked cigarette and took out my own mirror. Giving myself a once over and a quick smile of approval, I snapped the compact shut and shoved it back into my purse and walked to the curb, acting as if I were hailing a cab in rush hour New York traffic. My efforts paid off when a yellow mustang slid to a halt right in front of me, "You want some action, sweety?" I asked, feeling a bit silly that I had repeated Bobbi's line, but hey, it worked and let's face it, I wasn't gonna attract anyone by standing around. "How much for a blow job?" he asked, leaning forward, almost as if he was embarrassed by this proposition. "Fifty dollars, baby, cash up front," I answered, trying my best to sound like I knew what the hell I was doing. "Alright, come on then," he said, popping the lock on the door and pushing it open before leaning back up to a driving position. I looked back at the girls who remained, some of them gave me glares, some gave me a thumbs up. I was both nervous and totally scared. I had never fucked a stranger. I got in and instantly the doors popped back to their locked position as we drove away. "We going to your hotel?" I asked, nervously pushing my legs together to keep them from shaking. "Hotel? Baby, I don't rent hotel rooms just so a slut like you can suck me off," he snickered, pulling into the same back alley Bobbi and I had walked up. He pulled into a citrus grove, way back in the back, disguised by endless rows of citrus trees. He turned the engine off and the only sounds were the chirps of crickets and his ass moving around on the leather seat. "Well, don't just sit there, get over here and suck me off," he said, unzipping his pants and lifting his ass to slide them down. My eyes widened when I saw the size of his dick. It was both long and thick, definitely creating a challenge for my small mouth. The Teenaged Hooker I turned and got up on my knees and slid over to him. "Wait, I'll throw in another $20 if you unzip that halter top and let me see your tits. I wanna jack off to them first before you suck me off," he said, not even bothering to look into my eyes, only at my chest. "Put the $70.00 on the dash," I instructed him. He quickly obeyed and plopped three 20's and a 10 on the leather dashboard. I counted it with my eyes and proceeded to unzip my top. His eyes widened and he licked his lips when my big tits bounced free. "Shit, those fucking babies are hot," he said, grabbing his dick and immediately beginning to jack off. I sat there, on my knees, rubbing my big tits, cupping them and pushing them together making my nipples kiss. I leaned down and flicked my tongue over each nipple, careful to keep my hair out of the way so he got his full show. "Oh, God, yeah," he groaned. After several minutes of watching me tongue fuck my nipples and jacking his dick off, he instructed me to get my fucking mouth on his dick and suck him off. Again, I obeyed and quickly dropped down to all four's, lowering my quivering lips to his cock tip. Instantly I tasted his pre-cum. It coated my lips and tongue. He grabbed my long hair and twisted it around his thick fingers, gently pushing against the back of my head. It didn't take long for his entire dick to be crammed inside my mouth and throat. I reached down and slid my hand inside his pants, to fondle his balls. I locked my throat muscles around his throbbing cock and clamped tightly, which he seemed to love because he let out a loud groan and began bucking his hips upwards. His grip on my hair got tighter and soon all the windows were steamed up. "That's it, slut, suck me good," he groaned, pushing a bit harder on the back of my head, "Suck me off, bitch, make me jack off in your mouth." I rubbed his balls harder, rolling them around in my warm hand, squeezing them some and bobbing my mouth up and down on his dick. I slid my mouth up to his cock tip and swirled my tongue around the wet slit, dipping it inside and stretching it open. He groaned even louder and began bucking his hips faster, "Fuck, make me cum, slut," he groaned, over and over, "Make me cum." I wrapped my lips around his cock head again and slammed my mouth down, completely gagging myself and fighting the urge to throw up. My tonsils kissed his cock slit and my throat was becoming raw, but I knew he was close and in order to collect my money, I'd have to make him cum. So, I kept on, almost like a machine. I let my mind wander off to Bobbi and Brad, both of them fucking me with such intensity, such passion, both wanting to dominate me and own me, this small bird that had flown into their nest. I dropped my mouth down and suffocated his dick with my throat, clamping, then releasing, and again clamping, squeezing the veins in his shaft. His grip was so tight on my head it was beginning to hurt, but I never let up. "Shitttt," he hissed, "Fuck, take it, bitch, here it cums!!!" he hissed, pushing my head down and holding it there, making sure I drank his every drop. His legs fell open and he sort of sank into the seat. He was breathless and panting, still flooding my throat. I thought he'd never stop, but, he did and he thanked me for a good job. I sat up and wiped my mouth off and quickly snatched the $70.00. I sat back down in the passenger seat and zipped up my halter top as he zipped his pants back up and started back towards Montuse. By the time I got back, Bobbi was already there, waiting and smoking. "Well?????" she asked, "How did it go?" "Was okay," I said, "I gave him head and showed him my tits." "Good money?" she said, handing me a lit cigarette. "Seventy bucks," I answered, this time inhaling, feeling very grown up. "God job, baby, Brad will be pleased," she said, giving me a smile and looking back out to the street. As the night wore on, Bobbi and I only had 4 more customers, a relatively slow night in the hooking business, but I did manage to make $300.00, which, just as Bobbi had said, pleased Brad immensely. As I stood in the shower, later that night, I kept thinking that I should feel ashamed of myself, but I didn't. I made more in one night then I had ever made in one week at that dumpy diner. I was staying in a nice house, had new friends, a high paying job and I was far from the hectic home life I had run so far away from. Life was good for this teenage hooker.