1. April - From Teen to Street Hooker Pt. 05


    Date: 4/30/2024, Categories: BDSM Author: byAprilTwenties, Source: Literotica

    ... smile.
    
    Martika is happy. Good. I'm glad that my owner is happy.
    
    I do some more. The night finishes well, with me bringing up the rear. Martika is waiting for my last punter to finish cuming up me and to drive me back to my patch. As per, I thank him and blow him a kiss as I get out.
    
    I light up and head over to Martika, making sure that that bitch Jessica can see me pull out all my cash that I have made tonight. I've made over £600 for my owner.
    
    Out of the corner of my eye I see Jessica shaking her head in disbelief. I like that. I like her knowing how subservient that I am to Martika.
    
    I really don't understand the whole thrill that I do get from being someone's sex slave. Subservient to them. Owned by them. I don't think it could have been just anyone though.
    
    Martika has such a powerful pull...an aura....a lifeforce...just pure decadence. It's enticing.
    
    I'm trying my best to belong to her, body....soul....and some of her actions and thought processes, for me, are out of my frame of reference....hence the beatings.....but I'm ...
    ... giving what I can of me to her...and to the pursuit of being a prostitute.
    
    I don't feel forced; I'm a willing participant, after all. It fills a need in me. Ha! Semen in my vagina fills a need in me...a hole. That's fuckin' funny, boo.
    
    Emma takes a nosey of how much I have earned and smiles.
    
    'Bitch, you are working it for Martika. Good going.'
    
    We head home, dropping off Emma on the way. I unlock the door and we get in, taking off my jacket and saying hi to Mark.
    
    Mark looks to Martika. I look at Martika. She's nodding her head. That can only be a good thing. Mark fixes up some drinks and makes a cup of tea for himself. It's, obviously, vodkas for me and Martika and we make some small talk for a little while before I retire to bed.
    
    My head is screaming with images of what I've done tonight, how much I've made and just how much of a whore I looked. Oh, and just how I fitted in with the other girls. What? Bitches. Yes, bitches. That's the lingo. I'm fitting in with the other bitches.
    
    I'm exhausted tonight. I sleep soundly.
    
    End of Pt 5 
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