Chapter 10: Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy (Unless You’re An Exalt)

Over the course of your time spent convalescing, you try to put a bit more effort into your appearance. After all, you have the ability to modify it, and there's not much else to do, other than try to develop a sense of style and attractiveness, gently modifying your features here and there to gussy yourself up, making Julia hold a hand-mirror up for what is sometimes hours at a time.

On your fifth day of convalescing, you get a phone call from... Aniyah. You're able to walk without stumbling about, though you're still unable to run, and you pick up the phone.

"Brad?" You grunt in acknowledgement. "Hey, I just had some asshole not pay up. I've got a good grand from the past few days - would be eleven hundred if not for this prick - and I was waiting for you to come pick it up. Mind doing that and taking care of this guy? I got his photo, but I think he gave a fake name. He also stole the panties I was wearing." She half-growls out the last few words, the insult adding to the injury by a lot, judging by her tone of voice.

"Sure thing," you say. "Anything else you can tell me about the dick?"

"He was white, said a lot of racist shit, you know how white guys are." You don't, actually (at least, not in this context), but you just hum in agreement. "I don't really care about that shit, money's money and words are words, you know? But he didn't pay up, so you're gonna fuck him up, right? He just left like, two minutes ago. I did all this in the Cheshire Motel since I don't want gram to hear this stuff. I'll text you the address and picture."

She hangs up; a few seconds later you get the picture, a fairly average looking white guy with dark hair looking bored and annoyed, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. A few seconds after that comes the address, plus a "If you do him in good, I'll give you a free round. ;*"

"Sure thing, hon" you send as a text back. "Did he leave on foot or car?"

"Foot" she texts back.

You make Julia get dressed (lamentably) and take the form of a bird a few moments later. Even in bird form, you're not fast, but gliding is much easier than walking; still, you have Julia carry you back to the location you're given, and once you're there, only then do you go about flying, while she handles the streets, wearing a Punisher t-shirt and a leather jacket.

You both manage to track the guy down fairly quickly - not even ten minutes after setting out. Retard apparently decided to stop in the McDonald's for some food; Julia is actually already inside, you notice, practically prancing into the line without seeming to give the faintest indication she's paying any attention to your target. He's having a burger and, by all appearances, the time of his life. It's probably not a great idea to just go in and murder him in broad daylight, though.

Or is it? It would be pretty cool. You could take snake form to do it, nobody would recognize you. Is there any reason not to? This dude basically raped your big-titty prostitute by not paying her, if you think about it.

You adopt human form in the adjacent alley (after confirming there aren't any cameras, obviously) and head inside. Julia smiles as she sees you, and you point at him subtly. He's completely oblivious to the whole thing, and she just smiles and heads his way, sitting down next to him.

"What're you doin-" he's cut off suddenly as she smiles at him, her blue eyes brilliant and shining as she stares him down. You're pretty sure she's pointing a gun at his crotch.

"Why don't you follow us outside?" You ask, doing your best to sound pleasant. His breathing's a little erratic in the moment. "You shorted one of my girls." He swallows, then nods, putting the food gingerly and slowly away, standing up and walking. Julia follows after him, but there's no gun in her hand, just a pleasant smile on her lips as she punishes the wicked. He's keeping his eyes forward, so she doesn't notice.

Your enhanced senses - used to help you find the guy in the first place - also inform you that he's pissed himself a little, and that there's a woman's panties buried in his back pocket. You turn them off.

You take him into the same alley you changed in, since you already confirmed there's no cameras. You do your best not to let on your own physical injury and pain, not wanting to give him any reason to try to start a fight. You don't really want to kill him, you just want to rough him up and take his cash.

Julia has her hand in her jacket right now, formed in the figure of a gun. He's not noticed that her actual gun is gone, but that doesn't matter. You just step up towards him, taking his wallet out of his back pocket, followed shortly by the panties he stole.

There's only twenty-some-odd bucks in there, plus a credit card. You know credit cards from your days of interest in bank security, so you know that with the info on his driver's license, you could probably take him for a fun ride with online purchases; wouldn't benefit you much, and you don't know his PIN to just take the money outright. "Hey. Where's my girl's money, you fuck?" You smack him in the back, suppressing the wince of pain that comes with the sudden motion.

"I-I don't have it," he says, as he stares at Julia, practically gawking both at her beauty and in raw fear of her presence. "I don't!"

"That's not good. See. You need to pay up."

He swallows. "I-I can get it off the ATM machine," he says, quickly.

"Here's your card," you tell him. "Let's go to the ATM machine. We'll follow from a block; don't run. She'll find you."

"R-right," he agrees, quickly.

Not ten minutes later, he's shakily handing three hundred dollars over to you, eyes flicking over to Julia again and again. "He needs more punishment, goshujinsama," she says.

"Just don't kill him," you tell her, and she smiles at that, revealing pearly white teeth to the guy. Her hand emerges from her jacket pocket and slams into his temple with incredible force, sending him reeling as he collapses to the ground. She spits on him.

"Fucking... bitch..." he mutters, under his breath.

Rather than get angry - like you do - Julia just shivers a little. "I am a fucking bitch, you're so right." If the words were saliva they'd be dripping down over her chin. "Go ahead. Call me all the mean names you like! I won't even charge you for it."

"If you say anything else, I'm going to charge you for it," you say, with a grit of your teeth. Even if Julia doesn't mind, she's yours, you don't like other people insulting her like that. At least not in this particular way. You take a picture of him like this - Aniyah will probably appreciate it - and then turn to Julia. "Come on, bitch," you tell her, with an absent jerk of your head.

A couple minutes later, you've made your way to the Cheshire Motel room that Aniyah gave you, with three hundred stolen dollars burning a hole in your pocket.

She smiles as she sees you, though she fidgets a bit - she's wearing a skirt, and her panties are currently in your pocket, so you understand why. "Oh! You're white." She swallows. "S-sorry about what I said, I was just talking about clients. Obviously you're different." She gives a wonky smile. "You're pretty cute, too," she adds, trying to make up for her earlier words.

You do look quite a bit better than before you started convalescing, if you do say so yourself. Subtle alterations here and there, a better awareness of what actually looks attractive, even your sense of style is improved. It's not like you had much else to do, after all.

Funnily enough, Rei also seemed to have the exact same idea. You wonder if it's some kind of transferrence of abilities, or just the fact that she's basically you. In any case, Aniyah looks worried you'll be pissed at her for what she said about white guys being racists.

"Don't worry about it. I know that's how white guys are, right, bitch?" You say, turning to Julia, smacking her ass sharply.

She barely restrains a moan. "Yes, goshujinsama." Aniyah just squints at Julia, trying to figure out what she just said - presumably, not realizing it's Japanese. "A black girl like me is just lucky to get fucked and used by your huge white cock, to feel it spearing inside her as you completely ruin her for all other men, turning her into your personal onahole, your masturbation aid, your cumdumpster."

Aniyah has practically had her jaw drop by Julia's words, which is rather surprising given that she literally was just talking to you about being fucked by a guy into racist shit. "You said something about a free round," you say, grabbing Julia by the ass cheek and pulling her along with you into the motel room. "Oh, and here's your hundred," you add, tossing a hundred dollars out of the pile at her - you've already got two-thirds, no need to make it five-sixths.

"Thanks," she says, smiling as she takes the money, not asking questions. You and Julia step inside and Julia closes the door behind you. "I don't have my money here, obviously, so I can't give you the five hundred I owe you right now, but we can fuck if you want. You, uhh, got a rubber?" She asks, glancing at your crotch, where your swollen cock is making quite the tent.

"I don't keep them around," you say, unzipping your pants as you speak, making her eyes widen as your cock comes out into view. It's obvious she's never seen one as big as yours. "You aren't on the pill?" You grab Julia by the hair and just yank her down onto her knees, shoving your cock right into her mouth without further ado, grinding her face into your pelvis.

"I'm on the pill, but I don't want to get any disease," she says, staring at Julia as you choke her on your cock, at the way her throat swells to accommodate your girth, blue eyes rolled up in pleasure despite the fact that nobody's even touching her other than to choke her on your dick.

"Bareback's better, isn't that right, Julia?" Julia nods drunkenly on your dick, eyes rolling around, a soft sputter confirming her affirmation of the statement. "Don't worry, I don't have anything." You only started fucking like, two weeks ago, after all, and half the people you've fucked are lesbians or undead. Well, maybe you got something from Mary, actually. Hm.

"I- I get it's better, but I really don't want a disease, you know?"

"You can, nnn, get one without, with a condom, anyway. It's only AIDS that spreads that way, and I don't have that." You should probably be more rational about this, but who gives a fuck? You're some kind of primordial god-king, with an obedient cocksucking slut right in front of you now. There's no way you're getting chlamydia or something. She doesn't seem terribly convinced, biting her lower lip.

"You can use my tits, if you want," she suggests, hefting them up. "Guys really like them, since they're so big. You can stick that big old dick in between them, watch it bounce up and down while I drool on it..."

You meet her eyes, then, not to argue, but to make her feel what you're feeling, as Julia gags and chokes herself on your cock, sputters of saliva raining down on your pelvis. Raw lust clearly surges to the forefront of Aniyah's features, even as you continue to hold Julia down. "Come on. You'll enjoy it. I promise," you tell her, with a smile. Her legs wiggle back and forth awkwardly, her hands now clasped in front of her, raw lust on her features.

She licks her lips nervously, then finally nods. "Aight, Brad, you can, f-fuck me bareback." Arousal has won out over good sense, and you're the beneficiary.

It's at almost the same moment that she says those words that Julia falls slack beneath you, rendered unconscious by asphyxiation. You yank her off your cock and unceremoniously toss her onto the ground. "Get naked," you order, even as you start to strip yourself.

She has one of the most beautiful sets of gorgeous fat tits you've ever seen in your life - even in porn, she'd be a pretty big star, and they're obviously natural, soft as jello. You've fucked a good half-dozen different girls, but none of them had monster tits like those, and your cock twitches as you take them in, as they wobble from side to side while she works off her clothes, the faintest hint of veins visible as they run down the pendulous, copious, enormous flesh. She bends down low, exaggerating their side still further, as she takes off her skirt, revealing her unshaven bush and wet sex, her panties currently in your back pocket.

She hops on the bed, then, displaying her ass to you, and you get up behind her, teasing your massive rod at her slick sex. Julia hops up on the sidelines, a little cross-eyed as she coughs and sputters her way to a recovery. You, on the other hand, are about to fuck some tight, black, big-titty, Muslim pussy.

You grasp Aniyah by the hips, teasing your cock against her wet sex, just drinking in the warm, wet feeling of her lower lips doing everything short of just kissing and slurping on your dick like they were trying to give you a sloppy blowjob. Her juices are dripping down her inner thighs, her scent thick in the room, while to one side, Julia watches with obvious arousal.

It's only after waiting for several wonderful, long, patient moments, to the point she glances up at you, wondering if you really are going to fuck her, that you finally begin. The feeling of her insides, caressing your cock, wrapped tight around your cock as she squirms at your sheer size is erotic, the way she can't properly manage to take your girth at the moment so fucking dead sexy. Your hands run up from her thighs - arresting your movement inside of her - and then find those pendulous, fat tits, sinking into them as if they were pillowcases, soft and wonderful and oh-so-large. They feel completely natural, doughy flesh that doesn't resist your fingers, easily sliding into them as you grind your way ever deeper in.

She just pants in response, not saying a word. Her expression is a mix of lust, pleasure, and discomfort - the lattermost of which is obviously from your constant, grinding motion to fill her more and more with your cock, little dollops of saliva splashing out of her mouth onto the bed beneath her. "Bitch, lick whatever's not in Aniyah," you tell Julia, who immediately hops onto the bed, fully clothed, and starts licking your cock where it's slowly sliding inside her.

And it has to be slow - she's tight, and your cock is stupidly big. Perhaps you should consider making it smaller, you almost think, then remember that obviously having a huge dick is good. Maybe for Mary you can reduce size so she's more comfortable, but this chick is literally a prostitute and you're literally her pimp.

That thought makes your dick twitch inside her, the kind of subtle way in which you 'own' Aniyah getting you extra aroused. When you're finally inside her completely, your cock twitching within her, Julia now paying attention to your balls - you flip her over onto her back, letting you see those fat tits right up in front of her, pillowy and doughy and inviting. Julia shifts her body around, licking your asshole without being told, instantly and readily shifting to do whatever the most degrading thing she can think of is, and it's intensely erotic.

The contrast with Aniyah is also sexy. The way she squirms a bit, legs kicking at the air; the way her eyes close, her head casting from side to side; the way she doesn't even seem to realize that you're entirely buried inside her, that she expects even more to spear even further; it's all a delight, all the more for the messy rimjob that Julia is giving you, slurping and licking noisily at what's exposed to her, moaning as if it was the most delightful thing to do in the whole world.

"I love black bitches like you and my girl in the back," you tell her, even as your fingers sink into those tits. You watch her closely, shifting your dick around inside her, rolling it along the inside of her tight cunt, and she squirms in pleasure as it rubs against this place and that. You use that information to angle yourself just right, making her shiver, growing closer and closer to the edge. "All you're good for is being fucked by my big, white, dick," you say, at the exact same moment you make her come, her back arching, a moan escaping her lips.

You push your head down in between her tits, enjoying the massage of the jiggling pillows, the feeling of them on either side of your face, the delight that is fucking this bitch. You finally start to pull out then, in the process pushing your butt ever further against Julia's face, but she just moans in delight, getting even more enthusiastic, if anything. Loud slurping noises continue to emanate from back there, her tongue flicking ever deeper into your asshole, encouraging you to just squirt in that waiting pussy.

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You pop out from between Aniyah's tits for a moment, admiring her o-face as you take your time with her. It's not as if you could really manage a frantic pace at the moment, anyway - even this much is stretching your endurance, with your injuries, but sex is too damn important to let a little thing like pain or health keep you from it. Your fingers now sink into the flesh of her scrumptious ass, your eyes roaming her sweat-slick skin, her cute little tummy contrasting those glorious, monstrously big tits of hers as they fall half-flat against her chest, gravity working against them.

She sees you eyeing them up, and her hands grasp them, pulling them together and up, exaggerating their size. Your cock twitches and on instinct you drag yourself deep inside her all over again, making her sputter in surprise, but you just lean down to put your head right back in between her tits, to enjoy the sensual glory of fucking a girl with such an astounding chest while getting rimmed by the biggest slut on the planet. Hot breaths escape her throat, her eyes rolling around, insensate, fingers digging into the bed beneath her as she jerks and spasms like a complete slut.

"I'm, your black, bitch," she says, clearly doing her level best to turn you on, and fuck if it doesn't work. The combination of those words and the already existing feeling of her cunt squeezing on your dick, trying to wring out your dick, pushes you up and over the edge, and you explode inside her in pleasure.

You pull back then, perhaps a little woozy but by no mean done, Julia's constant work making sure your dick is still rock hard as you pull out. You tumble onto your back on the bed next to Aniyah, cock throbbing in the air, head pounding just a little bit, and then speak up. "Bitch, Aniyah, I want some service," you command - both girls understand what you mean, crawling over your legs to get to your throbbing, foot long monster cock, Aniyah a little intimidated, Julia just overcome by raw lust.

"Actually, Bitch, come here," you say, grabbing Julia by the hair, dragging her up a bit - then forcing her to rest her cheek against your stomach with a forceful move. "Aniyah, you start. Let's see your moves."

* * *

Aniya stared at the cock in front of her. It was by a good margin the biggest she'd ever seen; she was probably going to feel sore come tomorrow, even if he'd been pretty gentle and patient with her. Brad's words startled her out of her thoughts, though, and she leaned forward, wrapping her tits around his cock, glad that her juices would serve to lubricate its journey. She was shocked to discover that even when she'd entire surrounded his cock with her tits, pressing them down against her pelvis, his tip seemed to meet her, eye to eye.

This entire, massive had been inside her. This throbbing cock, this masterfully gigantic dick, this super monster of a penis - it had plugged her up.

She was still wet. The throbbing in her cunt that had begun when he'd stared her in the eyes as she tried to argue him down from not wearing a condom was still there, a constant reminder to fuck, to move, to touch, to be touched. She ground her tits tight around his cock, most of his length disappearing within them. Even as she did so, the other girl - bitch was all he'd called her, presumably another one of his girls - simply preened while he pet her. She seemed lost in lust and happiness.

His free hand reached down for her breast, sinking into it too, the touch of flesh on flesh sending an electric spike right through her whole body. She was as horny as she'd ever been, and part of her wanted to ask him to just fuck her pussy some more, rather than waste time with her tits. He was her pimp, though, and she'd promised him some fun, so she docilely rubbed her tits up and down, leaning forward and down to wrap his tip with her lips, her tongue running in little circles along it.

"Nnn, that's good, Aniyah," he breathed out, his voice soft and cloying, his fingers digging into her tit. Normally the discomfort of a guy mauling her tits would piss her off, but right now she was too horny to do anything else. "Kiss it instead, though," he continued, smiling down at her smugly as he kept on petting his bitch.

She nodded, popping his length out of her mouth, her lips pursing to plant little wet smacks on his dick. She stared up at him as she did, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, working as hard as she could to show him just how aroused she felt right now, how much she wanted his cock in her cunt again. The ten or fifteen minutes he'd spent fucking her felt like so little now - she wanted hours of it, her cunt begging and throbbing, sending a constant sense of emptiness right up into her brain as she kept up her long titwank, feeling this fat cock in between her tits and wishing he'd stick it right back inside her.

For a while, though, she just had to make due with those rough hands groping her tits. Brad wasn't an ugly guy - he was cute, almost boyish, looking more her age than the decade or two older Mark had been. Slim and fit, with a taut stomach that the other girl - and God was she gorgeous - was draped across. His cock twitched in front of her face, again and again, seemingly threatening to explode at any moment...

Then he gently grasped her head, pulling her up and off his cock, knotting his fingers around the bitch's hair and just slamming her, unceremoniously, straight down his cock.

Aniyah had some experience with deepthroat, naturally, but she really doubted she could manage to take a monster like that in her throat. She could only stare at the scene, the sight of the bulge in the other girl's throat, the sheer force with which Brad was grinding her against his pelvis. She wondered if she was some kind of sex slave or something, human trafficked and broken down, because he was rough and cruel with her at every moment and she didn't complain. She even seemed to enjoy it, but that had to be fake, didn't it?

She wasn't going to ask, though. She just swallowed and hoped he wouldn't do the same to her. Her eyes flicked back up to his, and he grinned, the other girl sputtering and sending saliva around his pelvis as he roughly used her throat like a living fleshlight. She remembered one time a guy had made her jerk him off with a fleshlight, and she honestly still didn't understand it, but watching the other girl like that reminded her of it, the way that her throat was treated like it was just a receptacle for cock.

Then he started to fuck the other girl's face, wet glakking noises escaping her throat as she was roughly pounded up and down, nose smashed against his pelvis again and again. His free hand continued to grope and caress her tits - more than that, it drew her slowly upwards, until she was at his face, and he pulled her down, pressing her tits into his features, blinding him with them, her own dark skin contrasting his pale cream color, his curly dark hair brushing and tickling at the flesh as he smothered himself in her bosom. It was almost sweet, like the time she'd deflowered that fourteen year old who could barely care about actually fucking her over the wonders of her boobs.

All the while, the wet, rough noises of the other girl getting facefucked on his cock emanated through the room. At last, he pushed her back down, and she expected he wanted her to fuck her tits, pulling her breasts together. He did in fact peel the other girl off, but rather than making her suck, he pushed them both together, their tits pressed up against one another, before an eruption of cum sprayed out, white seed thickly staining their breasts, some of it splattering onto her cheek or chin or neck. She just smiled gently at her new pimp, knowing that of the white guys who didn't want to do race stuff, this was one of the main reasons they fucked black girls, so he probably really enjoyed seeing her coated in his seed.

* * *

You just lie there, panting, admiring Julia and Aniyah's naked bodies, their tits smothered in your seed. Aniyah is giving you a gentle smile, while Julia's eyes are rolling around in her head as she desperately sucks in air to catch her breath.

"Lick each other clean," you order. Aniyah hesitates momentarily, but Julia surely doesn't, immediately leaning forward to start licking the Muslim girl like she was the tastiest thing in the world - or, more accurately, like your cum was. Her pink tongue flashes along bare skin and she does her job diligently and thoroughly.

Aniyah isn't quite as sure, and you do worry briefly that she's religious enough it's a problem somehow, but she does lean forward and lick and scoop cum up off Julia, feeding it into her mouth and swallowing it, giving you a somewhat-shaky smile as she does the work you requested.

"Bitch, Aniyah, let's take a shower," you say, hopping up off the bed, fully expecting them to follow after you - they do, naturally, Julia with confidence and Aniyah more with diligence than anything else. You fondle both girls, really enjoying the novelty of Aniyah's ridiculously big tits, just groping and squeezing them here and there while she smiles warmly, even wiggling her butt up against your cock, trying to get more dickings. You absently brush at her sex, but you don't do more than that. She may still be horny, but you want to hear her say the words if she wants to get fucked.

"How did you enjoy the tumble?" You ask Aniyah, as you get dried off.

"The sex was pretty good," she says, with a smile. "Do you... want to keep going? I won't charge this once..." She gives you an awkward quirk of the lips as she speaks, definitely unaccustomed to having sex because she's horny rather than because she's being paid. It's really fucking sexy, you have to admit.

"Sure," you tell her, giving her ass a quick squeeze, enjoying the way she squirms in response, pleasure and surprise as your cock slaps against her belly while you loom over her. "Let's see what you can do when you're on top this time, I'm feeling tired." You take her hand and go lie down on the bed, signalling to Julia to get up behind her, your soaked goddess of death kneeling behind the other girl as she comes to straddle you. Her wet sex is soon sliding down, taking you inside her, not really thinking about your pleasure, completely distracted by her own arousal and desire.

You watch her slide down your cock in a single, fairly swift movement, her eyelashes fluttering, a long sigh escaping her lips as she takes you to the base. Her tits bounce freely from the movement as her pelvis impacts your own. She moans in delight as she feels you finally buried to the base inside her, those enormous, gorgeous tits jiggling a bit from the force.

You admire her body for a long moment, the taut stomach, the fat tits, the lewd look on her face, short messy hair still wet from the shower. She pants as she feels you inside her, her hands pressing down against your stomach, not even bouncing at the moment, just holding herself there like she was able to come from it. She's leaning forward slightly, making her gorgeous, enormous tits hang low, seeming even larger than they look when she's standing upright.

You reach up for them, cupping them in your hands, feeling them up. They're like a pair of pillows, soft as they spill between your fingers, and you brush your thumbs against her perky nipples, making her jerk lightly, little spots of spittle escaping her mouth as she jerks in place. Julia watches the whole show from behind her, an almost manic expression on her face, and you just smile at her, briefly meeting her gaze, and tilt your head forward, a silent command to start playing with the other woman.

Julia shifts forward, her hands reaching around Aniyah's body, pressing up against her pelvis, fingertips teasing at the other girl's clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. It gives you a wonderful massage as her cunt vibrates forward and back, hips jerking, another fresh spray of saliva splashing down onto you as she just jerks in ecstasy, eyes crossing and unfocusing as she just shivered in place, making her tits jiggle wildly. At first, it's just from the shock of pleasure, a bit of a twitching mixed with a certain amount of confusion at being touched by another woman in this way - then it turns into a full-throated orgasm, as her body twists back and forth, back arching.

"Say my name," you growl out.

"Brad!" She shrieks in pleasure, her cunt squeezing down hard on your dick, her tits bouncing freely and wildly, eyes completely unfocused. Julia looks absolutely wicked with delight as she sees the girl's response to her touch, continuing to gently tease and play with the other girl's clit even as she squirms.

"Bitch, why don't you speak up?"

"Yes, goshujinsama," comes Julia's soft, sweet voice, as she keeps teasing Aniyah, perching her chin on the other girl's shoulder, those brilliant blue eyes of hers piercing into your soul as she speaks. "Aniyah should become your personal whore. I'm not allowed to fuck other women, turn her into your personal fuckhole, claim every woman that you stick your cock in, force them all to worship you and compete over your cock, make me claw my way to the top of a pile of onaholes just for the honor of being used for your sexual relief!" As she speaks, she gets closer and closer to Aniyah, soon pressed up against the other girl's back, practically grinding herself against her backside. "Goshujinsama loves fucking black girls, I think I'm his favorite just because of my skin, I think you have a chance to become his new favorite if you agree to become his brainless personal cocksleeve, fit only to be used as a masturbation aid, I bet that you might exceed my position."

Aniyah is just going cross-eyed from having her clit played with like this, her whole body twitching in pleasure, saliva escaping her mouth before she comes again. "Buh, Brad," she moans as she casts her head back, tits bouncing and jiggling in your grasp.

Wonderful as her vice grip cunt is, you want a little more than a dick massage, so you buck your hips upward as much as you can, making her squeak and jerk.

"We can do this more," you tell her, your cock twitching inside her at the mere thought, Julia's words serving to get you extra aroused. "If you want, I could fuck you over and over, again and again, every single day... well, when I felt like it," you say, brushing your thumbs against her nipples, making her spasm even further.

The double-teaming turns her into just a sweaty mess as orgasm after orgasm runs through her, only occasional mumbles and moans of "Brad" escaping her throat as she just twitches in place, letting you and Julia drive her wild.

"I love these gorgeous big tits of yours," you tell her. "I'm fucking a good half-dozen other girls, but you have the biggest tits of any of them, and bitch there really gave me a taste for dark chocolate," you tell her, pumping into her harder as you speak, making her rise a few inches up before her weight pushes you back down. "I'd definitely like to keep you, make you mine," you growl out, leaning up, coming incredibly close to her face, so close your noses press together.

You don't kiss her, though - you kiss Julia instead, letting your tongue invade your bitch's mouth as your hands freely grope and caress Aniyah's tits, fingers sinking into them sharply, gripping them tighter and tighter as your tongue wars with Julia's. Julia's hips begin to buck as she spasms and moans in ecstasy, and you can feel yet another orgasm rush through Aniyah soon thereafter. You wind up coming then, too, spilling a thick load of cum inside that tight young pussy of hers.

Once you're spent, you fall back down, lying there as your head throbs. Julia's still fingering Aniyah, humming the tune of Cruel Angel's Thesis again as she does so. Perhaps your messing with her tits did more than you thought, because she speaks up. "I- I gotta have money, for gram," she tells you, panting as she twitches in place.

"No problem," you tell her, soothingly running your hands up and down her flanks. "I take care of my girls. The only reason I call Bitch that is because she gets off on it."

"I told you to call me the Prettiest Princess, goshujinsama," she says, as if she was hankering for a spankering.

You give her a light backhanded slap, making her moan in delight. You're pretty sure she does things like that just to make you punish her, and you're perfectly happy to do so. "Anyway. Don't worry about money. If you need anything, I'll get it for you. Instead of being a whore, you'll be a daddy's girl... and I'll be your Daddy."

She nods, your cock still inside her, accepting your suggestion. "Whatever you want, Daddy, as long as my gram's taken care of and it doesn't hurt, I'll do it," she tells you.

"How much do you make a day, normally?"

"Uhm. After Mark too his take... maybe a hundred bucks? Some more, since you took over... I got a thousand over five days, which would be..." she trails off for a moment, looking at her fingers. "Two hundred, I think?"

"I'll give you a thousand a week if you don't fuck any man other than me. If something comes up with you or your grandmother, you call and I'll take care of it, alright?"

She seems genuinely happy at that, lips curling up into a bright smile. On instinct and without much thought, she smacks you right on the lips, then pulls back. "Thank you, Daddy. I'll be a good girl for you. I'll fuck and suck whenever you want. If I never have another racist white John calling me a nigger bitch again, it'll be too soon." She winces. "If you want to call me that, you can."

"Not really my thing, and I've got Bitch here if I decide to try it," you tell her, giving her ass a nice little smack. "I killed Mark for fucking with Bitch's mom." The expression on Aniyah's face at those words is a little hard to read, but you definitely think she's happy to hear - either the protectiveness, the death of Mark, or both, hard to say for sure. "I'll treat you right. We can cuddle and kiss if you want," you tell her, with a warm smile, pulling her down into a kiss.

The other advantage of pulling her down into a kiss is feeling those enormous tits of hers pressing against your bare chest. Julia decides to start sucking on your balls at that point too, and you don't complain at all.

All in all, great life you've got here.

* * *

The next few days of convalescing pass without anything noteworthy happening. You take money from the other four whores you're pimping and give a thousand to Aniyah when your one-week anniversary of making her your personal slut comes. Eventually, everything feels fine and good again, your body having fully snapped back into position, and you're left with a question of what, exactly, to do now.

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