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"Man, that's like totally unfair!" Dale blurted out over the murmurings of the others. I hadn't seen them in two days as Jimmy and I have been really busy getting Heather's career started. She's been pumping cock for almost two solid days, and Jimmy kept her going with her pipe every once in a while. She didn't seem to mind the steady stream of strangers using her body to get off in just as long as she got her reward.

"What do you mean it's not fair?" I yelled back having to be louder as the guys were getting noisier. "It's perfectly fair!"

"We all agreed to share everything. The pussy, the good times and the money. Now you want to hold out on us?" Jessie chimed in jumping to sit on the hood of Dale's car. I called a meeting in the parking lot outside of school and all showed up except for Chris who missed today.

"The pussy's still there, she's just been too busy to accommodate any of us. Hell, I have to get what I can when I can. She started working yesterday morning at 9 am and we didn't drop her skanky ass off at home 'til after 3 in the fucking morning! She was ridden hard and put up wet, let me tell you."

"Where's or share of the money then?" Chuck asked.

"I just told you fools, you don't get any unless you produce."

"That's bullshit, man," Jessie replied still angry about losing out on his share of the money.

"The deal for you is the same for Jimmy. You find a trick; bring him to where ever she is and you get half of what he pays for her."

"Who gets the other half?" Will blurted out.

"I do." That angered the group once again. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled. "She's my girlfriend, I set this whole thing up and I'm the one babysitting her while she's getting banged. Who better should get it?"

"I think we should keep all the money for ourselves," Dale urged to the cheers of the others.

"Fuck you, that ain't gunna happen. I'm tired of debating this shit. Either you want in or not. You know the deal. If you're in, let me see your hand. If you're not, you can start walking now 'cause your outta the gang."

"You ain't right, Troy," I heard someone mumble but wasn't sure who it was.

I ignored him. "Alright, let's see those hands. Who wants to ride the Heather train?" I watched as every hand rose except for Juan's. I looked at him and soon everyone was staring at him. "What's up, man?" I asked.

"I still don't like it."

"Well, if you don't like it, take a walk. No body's stopping you."

"Come on, dude, raise your hand," Jason said slapping his shoulder.

"It ain't gunna work. I can see that now," he said pushing Jason's hand away.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's one girl. There are 14 of us. How she gunna keep up with just us fucking her let alone if we pimp her out?"

"You let me worry about that. You just find the tricks and she'll take care of the dicks."

"Man you stay down in the ghetto projects where all those horny illegals live. You shouldn't have any problems finding a ton of guys wanting to fuck a young white girl," Bobby spoke for the first time since we met. A couple of guys voiced their agreement and he slowly raised his hand.

"If it aint' working, I'm outta here," he added. I shook my head. One fewer guy isn't going to matter much in the scheme of things.

It was Friday and I loaned Jimmy my car today to pick Heather up from school. I looked at my watch. It was almost 3 and her first date was schedule for 3. "Dale, let's go," I said walking around to the passenger side. Jessie and Chuck got in the back and the others began to scatter, each going a different way for a different reason.

Texting Jimmy for the room number, we headed toward the Candlelight Inn just south of town.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into. All weekend long my phone was buzzing like an electric shaver with the guys' texting me with johns. I had my scheduler out but couldn't enter the names quick enough before I got another text. Jimmy decided to get a second room as a "holding" area since it's only $29 a night for the rooms.

She was getting fucked left and right with no end in sight but never complained. I thought it was funny that most guys avoided oral sex with her as it didn't take long before she'd nick them with the braces. Every few hours Jimmy would stop by to give her another hit of her drugs and she'd be re-energized. When you have 14 pimps all out looking for tricks, you're bound to have over bookings but I was able to keep that problem low.

I couldn't believe some of the guys my crew was bringing over. They were really scraping the bottom of the barrel with a few of these men, but hell, if they had the cash, they'd get the ass. Being drugged out of her mind and not wearing her glasses, she probably had no idea the number of men who actually fucked her. As soon as she heard the door open, she spread her legs for whoever came in.

It was late Saturday night when Jimmy broached the subject of using her little sister as well. "With two pussies we'll make twice as much and the johns won't have to wait so long to fuck one of them," he argued. I dismissed the idea again and said I wanted to see how hard we could push Heather before adding anyone else. He wasn't happy, but left to hit up a few bars.

Most of the guys quit looking by about 10 o'clock, leaving Jimmy, Jessie, Dale, Chuck and Eddie still searching for tricks. Some were still sore about having to "make" the money and others were mad because they weren't able to fuck the club whore. I went into the next room to get the next customer and noticed seven men sitting in there waiting. My phone buzzed and I knew someone found another trick.

"Who's next?" I asked not even sure how to keep track. One of the men got up and followed me next door. She was naked, semi-conscious, her back slightly arched with her arms stretched above her head waiting. He smiled and began undressing. I grabbed a cold beer and sat back to watch the show.

We didn't even take her home that night and kept her in the room so that we could fuck her once all her customers were done. With six of us, we were able to keep her pumping until the sun started shining through the window. I was exhausted and the others began backing away to leave. Jimmy and I stayed in the room with her listening as she softly snored. He was laying perpendicular to her, his cock slowly sawing in and out of her sore pussy while she slept. She didn't even wake up as his thrusts increased in speed.

I decided to crash on the floor as he was rocking the bed too much. It seems like I had just closed my eyes when my phone rang. It was Grant wanting to know what time we were getting started today as he was talking to someone right now about her. I looked at the two of them sleeping and debated on allowing her to rest or not.

The debate wasn't long. "Bring him over now, she's ready." I said hanging up. I rose to wake them so that she would have time to clean up. It was only 7:46 in the morning and I knew she'd have another busy day.

I wasn't sure what Larry told his wife about Heather but whatever it was, she didn't try to interfere with out business. Even when she was absent from home for days at a time. Some times we'd allow her to go to school but often we didn't. We made Larry put us on the contact list as people authorized to sign her out, as her older brothers. The first time we signed her out I though Jimmy was going to fuck everything up.

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"Hey girls, why don't you all have a little fun together?" Dan said. Dan was standing naked in the middle of the room, having apparently just removed all his clothes, for his pajamas lay upon the floor. Beside him the satisfied figure of the disheveled Angie stood clad in her now rumpled nightgown. John, rising up on his elbow beside Ruth, drawled out, "Hey, yeah! That sounds like a good idea!" John's fingers curled absently around Ruth's hugely billowing tits, beginning to tease...

Mast Aunty Ki Chudai

Hi friends i am sanket. mai ISS ka regular reader hun. main mumbai ke pass khopoli men job karta hun aur kanpur ka rahne wala hun, aur aaj main apni pahli story likh raha hun jo ki real bhi hai aur sirf do mahine purani hai. ab main aap logo ko jyada bor nahi karunga story pe aata hun.. baat do mahine purani hai jab main jammu men tha aur kisi kam se ludhiyana gaya tha, wahan se lautate waqt main ek train men chadha jo amritsar ja rahi thi, train men bahut bheed thi main gate pe khada tha aur...

Slaves of the Amethyst part fifteen

Rebecca woke first in the cellars and gazed in total satisfaction at the sleeping Jennifer, face down, at her side. She was beautiful with her auburn tresses lying in a great sheath on the pillow. Fondly Rebecca stroked her back feeling the traces of the whip on the velvet skin. Jennifer stirred and murmured in her sleep. Rebecca felt an over powering love for the lovely girl at her side and bent to kiss her softly on the back. Part of her mind was still lost in the enchantment of the afternoon...

The Neighbours birthday party

We live next door to the Chesters, and have done since I was young, and Mr and Mrs Chester are an older mature couple who are almost retired, Mr Chester works at the local car factory, and Mrs Chester is a teacher at my school.Now when it comes to birthdays Mr and Mrs Chester always throw a big bash and invite all the neighbours and their friends around, and reluctantly I've always been dragged along by my parents to attend, but as I got older I didn't have to stay all night and usually...

A warm shower in cold Norway

Being a soldier means you are away from home at least a couple of times per year. My country has a close relationship with Norway, so there are some exchanges. The last time I went on exercise to Norway I met a lovely sexy female colleague. Dalia (not her real name) is the kind of girl you like immediately. She is pretty and has an aura of friendliness that makes you feel comfortable. During that exercise we had several conversations. Though we hit the sexual subject in a conversation I did...

My Life Danielles Story Ch 1

She was my first real girlfriend, and she is a real person. She was rather promiscuous when I met her, while I was still a virgin. Before we dated we were friends, and I learned all about her, finding out how she lost her virginity, and stuff like that. Her life was entertaining and tragic, mainly because it was so characterized by sex. Her sexual history practically defined her, and while I don’t know what became of her, you can bet that her path was forged by her good looks and willingness...

Child MagusChapter 15

We arrived at Brazos House and Leanne ran inside. I sat in her car, worried about the state of my apartment. Jordan and Danielle could still be there, waiting for the beds to be delivered, or they could be packing up more stuff to take over to their place. Barring those issues, there was the fact that the place would probably be a mess. There was even the possibility that they had convinced the delivery men to move not only Jordan's bed, but the furniture in the living room too, which would...

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