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Lauren Bates sat on the couch in a living room that was not her own. Sitting
next to her was a silver briefcase with the commodity of which she would buy
her next piece of merchandise. And oh what merchandise that it was. Something
that was eternal and women would pay big money to have, even if it was only
for a short time.
She was tall, standing at six foot three, and lanky though toned. Hers was a
swimmers build. She had shoulder length dark hair and dark brown eyes set in
a tanned, girlish face. She wore a white button up shirt, black linen slacks,
and black leather loafers. One could never be overdressed when dealing with a
potential client.
Though I must say, this client is very different, she thought to herself as
she looked around. Most of the people that sold to her were normally middle
class or even poor though the poverty level had shrunken considerably over
the last century. However, this wasn't the same. She could tell that just
from looking around at the expensive furniture. This was a place of wealth
and the people that lived there had to be well off to afford such a place.
The business that Lauren ran was a simple one, and even in times of financial
crisis, her business would never suffer. Her's was a business that was
referred to as recession proof. It was one that provided a service as old as
time, even though the profession had changed quite a bit over the years.
She was the Madam of the brothel company, Bates' Black Booties.
In their day and age, prostitution wasn't illegal. More than that, it was
enterprise. However, one would never find a woman on the side of the street,
looking to be picked up. No, such was a job for the average sissy boi.
And that was exactly what she was here to pick up: her newest edition to her
brothel.
Lauren provided a service unlike any other in the United States. All of her
merchandise were black sissies with the biggest butts and the best lips that
one could find. Such was the more attractive for women who came into her
establishment.
Over the years, she'd noticed a strange trend, one that she wasn't sure how
had started. The majority of her business came from older white women,
obviously scratching an itch that they didn't get at home. Most of the women
were also married, but since the evolution of the Human race, interracial
couplings became something that was rare.
That didn't mean people wouldn't pay good money to sleep with a black sissy
boi though because they would. It was what she'd built her business upon and
it had served her well in the past decade that she'd been running it.
The Madam was broken from her reverie at the sound of heavy footfalls coming
from the hallway. She uncrossed her legs and looked towards the hallway just
in time to see the woman of the house step into the well-furnished living
room with a small smile on her face. The Madam knew the woman just as any
football fan would know her. She was Marianne White, one of the best
linebackers there had ever been in the history of football.
She was tall, standing at six foot five, and thick with heavy muscle that
she'd used in her football career to bowl over other women. She had nape
length shiny black hair and dark brown eyes set in a heart shaped, ebony
face. She wore a simple black t-shirt, tight black jeans, and black boots.
The Madam had to admit that she'd expected something completely different
from what she was seeing out of her newest client. She'd been expecting a
suit, maybe a nice dress shirt, but she was apparently causal when she was at
home. Not that she could blame her. After all, the suits that she wore as CEO
of White Sports Nutrition looked very uncomfortable despite being the highest
lines of Armani in the nation.
"Sorry about the wait," Marianne said apologetically as she walked into the
living room. She brushed a hand through her dark hair and smiled at her.
"Running a Sports and Nutrition company isn't as easy as everyone seems to
think it is. There's a lot more work that goes into it than most people
know."
I know just what you mean, the Madam thought to herself with a smile as she
rose from her seat. Most people think managing a brothel is easy. It's not.
There are clients to schedule, bois to make sure who are ready, and of course
there's damnable wardrobe. But that's not why I'm here.
"I can understand that," Lauren replied with full understanding. Then, she
bent down and picked up her silver briefcase, holding it in front of her as
if to keep it from being lost. As if the other woman would take it from her
without exchanging merchandise. That just wouldn't be good for business. "So,
shall we get down to business?"
The ex-football player looked at the silver briefcase for a moment. Then, she
tore her eyes away and smiled at the other woman. She nodded her head once.
"Of course, of course," Marianne replied with a smile and she turned away,
heading back down the hallway. She followed after Marianne, knowing that she
was taking her to her son's room. "My son's name is James. You will find that
he's quite submissive and I'm sure that you'll like him very much. If you
wish, you can sample the merchandise before you leave. All as a courtesy to
you , as the buyer, of course."
The Madam smiled at that. She'd fully planned on sampling the merchandise.
She never left a home without seeing if the sissy could actually perform his
duties well. If he couldn't, then she would leave and not buy him. It was as
simple as that. There were very few who had her business no how, and because
of that, she was at the top of her field. It would seem that she would always
be at the top of her field too if the revenue that her company generated
every year - hell, every month - was any indicator.
The ex-linebacker reached one of the doors and she smiled over her shoulder
at the woman at her side. Then, she reached out and turned the knob, opening
the door to the room beyond. She stepped aside and allowed the white woman to
walk passed her into the room. She frowned as she stood there with briefcase
in hand, looking around at the room around her.
It was your average teenage boi's room. There were pink walls, pink carpets,
and even a pink bed. It was all frills and lace without any sign of
masculinity anywhere. But then again, why would there be? Bois were known for
being frilly and feminine. She saw the posters on the walls, showing the
different actors, musicians, and even politicians that this particular boi
liked. When she looked more towards the bed, she saw the one that she'd come
to see: the merchandise, James White.
He was petite, standing at five foot two, and slender with an hourglass
figure. He had long shiny black hair that fell in a single braid down to the
small of his back and dark eyes set in a heart shaped, delicate face. He wore
a simple tight white top that outlined his figure and a tiny white G-string
that fit nicely against his thighs, showing off the body underneath.
No wonder Marianne's so good at business, the Madam thought to herself as she
looked at the boi as he looked up at her with a curious look on his face. She
knows how to market product. That's for damn sure.
Just from looking at the sissy, she could feel a stirring in her pants. Her
cock grew erect, pressing up the front of her pants. His eyes dropped to the
bulge in her pants and his eyes widened before looking up at her, a glazed
over look in his eyes, showing his submissive nature. It was that submissive
nature that brought out more and more lust from women for men. That and the
asses that just wouldn't quite on a boi.
"Do you know why I'm here?" Lauren asked, curious as to what this boi knew.
Most of her clients chose to tell their sissy son's before they sold them,
but some of them didn't. Because of this, she always had to tell them and it
always came as a shock to the boi's that they were being sold. However, they
always acquiesced. That was their lot in life after all: to be at the whim of
the woman that owned you.
The sissy nodded his head and looked up at her, a sad look in his dark eyes.
"You're here to buy me for your brothel," James replied in a sad, though
strangely excited voice. It was as if he couldn't make up his mind about what
he should feel. On the one hand, he was being sold, and as such, he would
never marry a strong Husband to take care of him. On the other hand, he
didn't have to do any housework and he got to have sex as much as his body
was capable of. That was a big plus for slutty sissies like him. In fact,
most would say that a whore was really just living up to his potential
instead of taking money for sex. Of course, he would never see a single penny
for his services. All the money would go to her to fund her brothel, but that
didn't matter to him really.
Sissies had no time for things like money and how to count it.
"I am here now to buy you, yes," Lauren began as she walked over to the table
in the corner. She sat the silver briefcase down before turning back to look
at the boi. She smiled kindly at him, placing a hand on her hip. "However,
before I do so, I will be sampling you. Wouldn't want to buy a whore who
couldn't pleasure a woman after all."
The ebony skinned boi gulped, but nodded his head in understanding. Smiling
kindly, she walked over to him and she bent her head down. She cupped both of
his cheeks in her hands before pressing her lips to his in a firm kiss. She
heard him whimper, causing her blood to fire even more and her cock to grow
even harder. It was actually pulsing in her slacks, demanding to be freed and
slammed into the sissy. She couldn't be that rough just yet though. That
wouldn't do. Wouldn't want to scare him away.
She felt him shudder against her before melting into the kiss, pressing his
lips back against her's. She smiled inwardly before her tongue slid into his
mouth, licking around his in a teasing manner. He gasped softly before
engaging her tongue with his own, obviously enjoying this sensation. She
didn't know if he'd ever been with a woman before, but today he was going to
learn. Today he would enjoy the carnal submission of a man to a woman.
The Madam pulled back from the kiss and smiled at him. His eyes were glazed
over with lust, but he smiled back. Then, she leaned back, standing up
straight. She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it from her shoulders,
revealing her large breasts set on her rather toned chest.
James licked his lips as he saw her breasts and her toned torso. It was quite
obvious from the way that he was looking at her that he was extremely
aroused. She felt much the same way, and soon, she would have both of them
sated.
"You want to see the rest?" Lauren asked in a teasing voice, a cavalier grin
on her face. Her hands slipped down her body to caress the bulge in her
slacks. His gaze followed her hand, and seeing the bulge, he nodded his head
eagerly, his long shiny black hair flowing around his shoulders as he did so.
"Say it. Say you want to see my big white cock. Say what you want to do with
it."
He whimpered, obviously not being used to having to speak in such ways, but
he would learn. Oh yes, he would learn. After all, it was a big part of the
business.
"I want to see your big girl cock," James moaned out as he moved to his knees
on the edge of the bed, pushing his round, apple shaped ass out as he faced
her. "I want to suck on it until it squirts its cream down my throat. I want
to bob my head and suck it until my jaw aches, until my lips are swollen.
Then, I want to take it inside of my worthless black body and have you use me
until I can't walk straight."
The Madam stared down at him, a little surprised. She'd gotten a lot of out
of bois before with demanding that they tell her what they wanted, but
nothing like this boi. He was much more intelligent and had a far more
extensive vocabulary then most sissy boi's.
Suddenly, she grinned as she reached for the zipper of her slacks and pulled
it down. The sound filled the room and the only sound afterward was heavy
breathing from the sissy. Then, she unbuttoned them and she allowed the
slacks to fall around her ankles, exposing her nine inch long and thick cock
proudly protruding from her hips. She grinned at him as he stared at her
cock, and while he wasn't looking, she kicked off her loafers before kicking
away her slacks.
"Come here," Lauren crooned gently as she walked over to him, sliding a hand
through his shiny black hair. He didn't even look up at her face. Instead, he
continued to stare at her cock, and before she could say anything, his
delicate pink tongue slid out of his mouth, licking at the mushroom shaped
head. She moaned harshly out of both surprise and pleasure, enjoying that she
didn't have to order him to do what she wanted.
He's been trained very well, she thought to herself as he took the head of
her cock into his mouth, beginning to bob up and down on it. Fuck. Very, very
well.
She watched in amazement as he took her to the root without a single gag or
choking sound. Then, he pulled back to the head only to take her back into
his throat. Watching this was a sexy sight, but she couldn't let him do all
the work. Grinning widely at his enthusiasm, she took a tight grip on his
head and she began to thrust her hips forward and backward, pushing her dick
deep into his mouth before pulling it back out.
Truly it was amazing how wet and hot his mouth was. She'd never felt a hotter
or tighter mouth before and she only wondered just how tight his boi pussy
was going to be. At that thought, she began to thrust faster into his mouth,
using him as if he were a sex toy. Well, that was all sissies truly were
after all. Something pretty and slutty to look at before using for your
pleasure.
Everyone knew that, even the sissy bois themselves.
Unable to hold back any longer, she pulled her cock out of his mouth before
her entire body began to shudder with her climax. Her cum shot out of the
head of her dick and splashed across his pretty, feminine face. She shot
several shots across face, but he only sat there and enjoyed it.
When she was done, the Madam looked down at him, wondering what he would
think of what she'd just done to him. He just grinned, raising his hand to
scoop some of the cum off of his face, and he licked his hand clean
afterward.
Extremely turned on by this, Lauren grabbed him by his hair and threw him
back on the bed. She knelt on the bed and tore his white top off of him,
running her fingers over his dark skin. Then, she turned him over onto his
front, and with one hand on the back of his head, forced him into the
position that she liked her sissies in at all times: face down, ass up.
The Madam stared at his ass and licked her lips. The sight of his big,
fuckable ass only made her cock rage harder, wanting more of him. She brought
a hand down on one of the cheeks, slapping it hard and she watched the cheeks
jiggle with the hit. She laughed and hit the other one, watching it jiggle
just like the other one.
Without a word, she gripped his hips, lined her dick up with his boi pussy,
and pushed inside of him with one swift thrust. She moaned and closed her
eyes at the tightness of his body. He cried out in pleasure, arching his back
and tightening his inner walls.
So good, the Madam thought to herself as she began to pump in and out of his
ass, moving slowly at first, but gathering momentum and speed. So very good.
Hands resting on top of his black ass, she began to pound him hard, her
breasts swinging as she fucked him from behind. There was nothing more
enjoyable to her than fucking a sissy who was completely at your mercy and
this sissy would be at her complete mercy for the rest of his natural born
days.
She brought a hand down on his ass while she was pounding him, slapping his
ass and watching it jiggle while she fucked his boi pussy. He moaned out,
pumping his hips backwards towards her to match her thrusts, obviously
enjoying what she was doing to him. Then, a few minutes later, he threw back
his head and his inner walls tightened as he climaxed, his little clit head
shooting a small wad of semen into the bed sheets beneath him.
Feeling his inner walls contracting, she moaned as she thrusted faster into
him, closing her eyes to try to hold back her own climax. She couldn't do it.
Before she knew it, her entire body was shuddering and her cock exploding for
the second time, this time filling his boi pussy. She continued to pump her
dick inside of him a couple of times afterward, but finally, she stopped and
pulled her dick out of him.
Panting heavily, the Madam got off of the pink bed and made her way towards
her pants. She picked them up, dressing quickly, and when she was fully
dressed, she turned back to the boi who lay on his bed, not moving. He was
breathing heavy and his boi pussy was dripping with his cum. She grinned in
triumph before turning and leaving the room. Marianne leaned up against the
far wall, apparently waiting and she smiled.
"The merchandise is good," Lauren said, wiping the sweat off of her brow,
smiling widely. "Have him dressed and ready to go by tomorrow morning at 6
A.M. Don't worry about packing any of his things. He won't need them. I have
plenty of things for my newest piece of merchandise."
The black woman smiled widely, obviously happy that she'd managed to make a
sale. The two women shook hands and Laruen left the house. Even as she
crawled into her car and turned the key, she knew that she was going to enjoy
her newest boi.
James White, the newest sissy whore at Bates' Black Booties.
He was going to make her millions.
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