The sensation for the old man was too much he was empty and spent, he pulled out of her with an obscene plopping sound and a steady current of his sperm followed, trickling out of Mandi’s battered pussy, flowing down over her ass cheeks and pooling beneath her in a lake of hot cum.
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“Puh..Puh Please sir, fill it! Fill my bum with your sperm!” Squealed Daisy as she bounced her beautiful body up and down, her perfect ass cheeks snapping and wobbling with each thrust, each time her asshole devoured Allen’s cock on the downstroke. Her hands still white knuckle gripping the steering wheel for leverage, her eyes were transfixed on the screens in front of her, glazed over as they darted from screen to screen, watching different angles of Paul destroying her daughter’s vagina. Daisy’s expert control over all things sexual enabled her to time her anal orgasm with her daughter’s vaginal one. And they both screamed in unison several blocks apart, in different automobiles as they accepted gigantic loads inside themselves.
“Phew! That was a good one babe!” He lifted Daisy up off his pulsing, wet rod with a disgusting plop of his own and deposited her on the passenger side seat, her ass leaking his sperm onto towel covered seat.
“Get cleaned up mommywhore! We gotta go get babywhore!” He laughed perversely as he started up the hummer. “Hide all those ipads too, remember she don’t know about the recording or nothing, I want her to think she accepted a random rough gang fuck on her first street trick.”
“I, uh, oh Allen I’ll try – it’s just, I mean she’ll want to talk. She looked so…”
“She looked like she just got a random rough gang fuck – that’s right.” He chuckled some more. “Remember it’s not about the money, it’s about whether she keeps her word about earning her tits. So keep your mouth shut; I’ll tell her in a few days that they were friends of mine, but for now I want her to feel degraded because as far she knows she just let three strangers fuck her hard and cum all over her and inside of her. All for a fee of course…”
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Some more money was shoved into her sticky cum covered hands as she cleaned herself in a daze with a package of wet naps kneeling in a pool of shared cum on the padded, rubber mat of a luxury van, that didn’t feel so luxury anymore.
Anya and David were both mostly clothed and back in their front seats, they chatted excitedly among each other, congratulating themselves on how hard they had fucked the ‘l’il Candi whore’ in the back of the van. Mandi said nothing still in shock and pain while she collected her buttplug and put it in her purse along with the sizable cash tip while Paul silently pulled his pants back up.
The van started up and they quickly drove back to to the corner. They told Mandi, still partially covered in cum to ‘get out.’ Something Allen had recommended they do, to really drive the in the debasement, the humiliation. Discarded into the alley like a used condom. Still in a daze, her pussy still pulsing in pain she exited the van and stood on the corner, not feeling so young anymore, blonde pigtails all messed up, dark mascara running down her face from the thick dick choking, cheeks flushed in agony and excitement, freckles partially obscured, still smeared with cum. The pink choker pulled askew, the leash also cum splattered. Her tiny t-shirt with her nickname ‘babywhore’ now truer than ever, just barely pulled back down. The nipples still hard and poking through, like always. Cum all over them now too. The young, tight swell of her tummy was next, quivering and hitching as her brain was trying to process the various sexual traumas she had just endured. It too had received a few splattered cum shots drops from David. Her baby blue tiny shorts were still on but just barely, ripped grotesquely, the previously hidden seam now torn open almost up to the waist band in the back. White knee socks smudged and off white from the pool of semen she was kneeling in just a minute ago. The white satin bows along the thigh high’s crushed and out of shape. And of course the shoes, the baby blue heels with the matching bows and ankle straps. Cum smeared too. It took even less than 30 seconds for the other working girls on Wall Street to notice her this time. And this time they felt sorry for her.
Allan flashed the lights of his hummer, he had timed his arrival at the the exact second she was ejected from the van so she immediately stumbled over to the large automobile that contained her whore mother and pimp father, after sliding into the back she pulled all the money from her purse and handed it in a neat pile to Allan, reciting the mantra, “I made this for you Daddy.”
“Wow, how did you make so much…!?” He asked while counting it, “You get gang-banged or something?” He flashed a dirty knowing smile at Daisy. Mandi still too dazed to notice. Her cunt still throbbing as it magically shrank back to shape.
“Yes.” she answered flatly.
“Really!? You got gang-fucked on your first street trick!? – Dirty Girl!! Well you made good cash tonight and since you been keepin’ your word, I’ll keep mine. I’ll triple what you made tonight.” said Allen. “And you know what? Those tits are almost paid off now, one or two more big fuck jobs might just do it!” He said with deviant pride.
“Really!?” Mandi and Daisy excitedly answered in near unison.
“Yup! And the next surprise is that since you’re a working whore now and basically all grown-up, we thought we’d bring you out to the nightclub this weekend, don’t worry about being under 21, I know all the security guys. You can drink if you want.”
“Really!?” Mandi exclaimed. She had always wanted to go to the nightclub that Allen and Daisy went to quite often. Daisy spun around beaming her magnificent smile, glad to take Mandi’s mind off of what had just happened to her.
“And since you made so much money tonight, I guess you and your mom can get some new outfits.” Allen continued, taking her mind off the actual prostitution she had just performed while reinforcing that it had benefits. Both women, still leaking cum, thought that was a great idea.
And so they started gleefully chatting about shopping and hair and nails and salons, the whoring all forgotten for now.
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