(Part 1 - Teaching the bitches on ASSTR)
(Part 1- Teaching the birches with pics outside ASSTR)
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Lily, my little sister was my only whore for the first seven years of business. I had, of course, decided that pimp is what I wanted to be. The first time I had exchanged my little sister for candy bars had told me that men would do anything to fuck women. Give everything without even raising their eyebrows. Ever since then I had started staking out women to be my whores. My own classmates, seniors, juniors at school and even the teachers. Many of them, later on, would accept my proposal and become the part of my establishment. Nevertheless, for the first five years I had neither the finances nor legal standing to start in the business.
Most of you may think what sort of legal standing do you need to be a pimp? Let me tell the ignorant. Setting up a low class establishment is not difficult, but I have never done anything low-class, nor did I ever plan to start a roadside brothel. There are too many of them. I didn't want to start one in my town either. Not because I was ashamed of it, but because our town didn't have the kind of clientele I was looking for. And yes, so for first seven years after getting the business idea, my only whore was my little sister.
Don't think I was taking advantage of her. She loved it. She loved the power she had over men. The power to please, seduce and make broke. She loved them all alike, liking the richer the better. Her only issue was that we had to be discrete about it. We couldn't let the town people know of what we were upto. It just wouldn't do. That said, my little sister had seduced most of the important members of our little society by '85, the year we opened Victor's Whorehouse in Chicago, Il.
1985 was special because two major hurdles were cleared simultaneously. My sister turned 18 and she could legally work in the sex industry. Our lawyer turned over all the family assets to me since I too, turned 21 and pa's will said that I should now have the control. I had already prepared the neccessary paper work by then and the day the fucking lawyer handed me the power of attorney, I sold the house, cleared the accounts and moved over to Chicago. We had no problems finding the ideal place, my pa had left us enough for that. Fifteen days later, Victor's Whorehouse was up and on.
I sent the letters to all the girls I had picked up to be my bitches. Half of them came to Chicago within the first few weeks. Soon, we had loads of whores, but no clients. But my first marketing campaign had already started. It was called Lily of Cash. Our first clients were a couple of out of state businessmen in Chicago for some conference. But these were very special clients. Not only they paid, they also had an offer I couldn't resist.
"We'll make you a big businessman Victor," they told me. "But in return, we will fuck your sister, the both of us, and you'll watch."
I didn't refuse and they didn't let me down. Now their establishment accounts for 12% of my clients and in the first year, their establishment was the only client base I had. My sister, well, she loved men. Never in her dreams she had imagined having two at the same time, but Lily ain't the kind of girl that scares easy. Dressed in a pink top and low jeans, her brown hair flowing all over her innocent 18 year old face she welcomed them.
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Hi! Its me! Lily. Victor wants me to tell you the story myself. Says it is more interesting this way. Well, seeing the way he writes, he ain't much wrong either! What is it with men and writing anyway? Why can't they really say what they want to say? But getting back to that eventful day. Eventful because it was the first time for me, first time with two men that is. And eventful because what I did to those two men turned around our fortunes. Now I get to go to Paris for my shopping and we have a permanent room at Ritz Carlton. That day though, I was wearing a Gap pink top and Levi's jeans.
I don't have anything against either Gap or Levis, mind you. But I believe a woman should be better dressed than the man (or men) she is sleeping with. That certainly wasn't the case that day. When I walked in showing my youthful body (those were the days!) and oversized breasts that poke through the translucent material that was my top, I saw two rather decent looking men dressed in designer jeans and nothing else. Before this, my 'customers' had been the ugly middle-aged officials of our town, the guys who I knew as my father's friends. Fat, ugly and old. Not these dudes though.
The moment I walked in the older one grabbed me from behind. I was used to it, but his touch was more gentle than most men I had experienced. Victor came in the room just then and sat on the sofa. As a way of letting me know that he was there, he introduced me to the men. The older one, who was now kissing my neck, was called Marcel and the younger on was named Johnny. Marcel's touch was soothing and exciting at the same time, quite unlike the men of yore. I soon found my entire body relaxing in his arms. All the tension of my first threesome, and the fact that I must please these men, evaporated under his caresses.
Johnny who had been watching until now, came in front of me. He was more direct that Marcel but I didn't mind really. He pushed his thin body into my large breasts and his lips found mine. For a while we kissed each other while Marcel continued laying those erotic hot kisses on my neck. Every now and then, Marcel would stop kissing me and smile a Victor, who just sat there with his professional face on, trying hard not to get a hard-on watching his sister fuck two complete strangers. It was the first time he was watching me in action and I wanted him to know just how good I was in the bed. It was a turn on for me too, having my own brother watch me.
Once both men had sampled the softness and smell of my teenage body, they decided to move on. Johnny lifted my top, revealing my breasts for his eyes to feast on. Victor too was looking open mouthed at the action, much to my pleasure. Johnny started kissing my belly, moving up to my breasts. My hands were now on Marcel's jeans, unbuttoning him. I was pleased to notice that he had no underwear. I hate men who do. Opening the pants to reveal their manhood is so much more exciting than having to undo their boxers! My hand moved over Marcel's cock. Upon reaching the head I was surprised to find that he had a piercing! My oh my! I wondered how it would feel in my tiny pussy!
Johnny, by now, had gotten rid of my pants and was busy licking my pubic through the soft cotton panties. It felt good and his saliva was making them all wet. Well, actually, my own juices were flowing by then too, so it must have been a mixture of his saliva and my pre-cum. My hand continued to massage Marcel's cock, wishing for it to grow bigger, but this man needed quite a bit of attention before he was ready! No one is perfect, are they? His hands were now massaging my boobs and he was doing quite a job of it too! My youthful body seemed to be dancing to the tunes his fingers played on my nipples. He twisted them, caressed them, poked at them, but he did it all like a piano player. He touched all the right cords and soon my heart was beating like Bolero of Ravel.
Next thing I know, my jeans and panties were off! Johnny boy was in a hurry! For his thin frame, he was quite powerful too. He lifted me bodily with his hands on my firm ass and put his mouth on my naked crotch. He licked with gusto, fire and passion. Maybe not the best technique, but mixed with the amazing caresses of his partner, he had my attention! Soon, I was as wet as I had ever been! I stole a look at my brother, who was watching fascinated, maybe even learning how to double team a girl ;-)
Johnny's tongue moved feverishly over my clit and pussy lips, all at the same time. He was licking as a dog licks his meat dish when there is no meat left. Rough and fast, hoping for more. But it was doing the trick. Marcel was still busy massaging my boobs, but I knew that I was a whore. It was upto me to please them, not the other way around, even though they were doing quite a good job of it. I gently pushed Johnny away, into the chair. Bending down, I took of his jeans and put his hot cock between my young but experienced lips.
With my lips envelopping his rod and my tongue playing naughty games with it inside my mouth, I soon had Johnny begging for more. His hands were now scratching my back, excitement rolled all over inside him - excitement that I caused him. Marcel was down on his knees too. I expected him to fuck me straight away, but he seemed more interested in my young butt, licking it and biting on it. Can't say it didn't feel good either! I felt wonderful! Then he did something totally unexpected, he put a couple of fingers in my pussy, moistened them with my juices, took them out and then poked them in my asshole!
For all my experience, I was an anal virgin then. People in my town regarded anal sex as dirty and didn't indulge in it - atleast with me. Marcel, on the other hand, wasn't a least bit interested in my youthful tight cunt! He wanted my ass! I looked over to Victor, my lips still on Johnny's cock. He just looked away, afraid to meet my eyes. I let it go on. I am a whore after all, and it wouldn't do to have idiotic taboos. Besides, he anal fingering felt good. Better than I would have expected.
Of course fingering wasn't the only thing he wanted to do. He asked me to get on the bed. I took Johnny by his cock and pushed him onto the bed before me. Then kneeling down like a bitch I was about to become, I put Johnny's cock back in my mouth, my boobs hanging over his thighs, my nipples teasing his sensitive parts. Sensitive parts? Of course! Any place where my nipples touch is sensitive! You've got to experience it to believe it! Those soft hard little things! I can drive you crazy rubbing them on your least sensitive parts!
Marcel, now completely hard, came in behind me. His two fingers opened by butt hole wide and then his cock entered it, with the funny peircing and all. It hurt initially, but his thrusts were slow and gentle. Besides that metal felt so good inside the thin walls of my ass! I got to tell you, he really hooked me onto anal sex that man!
With my mouth I fucked Johnny and with my ass I fucked Marcel. They both timed their movements perfectly with me. When my mouth would move over Johnny's cock he would thrust his pelvic up, putting everything he hand into my waiting mouth. Marcel would move back at the same time. Then he would move back in when my mouth moved up and my ass thrust into his crotch. It was wonderful! I never imagined that a threesome could be so much fun. After a slow start, the pace had picked up. So much so that Johnny came inside my mouth without warning, forcing me to swallow all of his cum - something I don't generally do, but I couldn't let it fall onto his body, could I?
Seeing his partner cum, Marcel left my ass and allowed me the time to swallow the cum in my mouth. Finished, Johnny got up and made way for Marcel, who took his place. I moved forward to suck him off too but he said to me,"No lady, I want to cum inside that cute cunt!" I didn't hesitate, I wanted to feel that metal inside my pussy - curious as I was. With my back to his face I slid my tight cunt over his hard cock and then started grinding my crotch over it. But he didn't want the longer version, his wild thrusts made that clear. I wanted to cum too, but clearly these big shots didn't have time for that. So I started jumping all over his hard cock, moving as fast as I could.
It took just a couple of minutes to have him screaming in passion as his cum spurted all inside me. Once through, he put me down and went on his way, leaving me lying naked, mouth and pussy dripping with cum. He paid my brother right in front of me, as if to hurt me. I guess Victor hadn't told him that I was his first whore! I must ask Victor about it! Victor smiled at the 3 thousand dollars the men paid him, it was his biggest paycheck yet. The very next day we had a line of five customers, all from the same firm!