Pimpology Novelas e Histórias

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you fucking whore! If you weren’t such a bitch, then you wouldn’t have fallen for such a cheap trick. Just a little mixture of cocaine and ecstasy had you acting like a fucking pornstar, begging to be screwed. And why the hell are you blaming me for your fuckup, you did say you wanted my attention, didn’t you? Well baby girl, I gave you all the attention you asked for, and I made sure I recorded every damn thing in case you try to be stupid next time. You did make a good porn video, would you like me to distribute it to all the porn sites and leave your name and address so you could get a lineup of clients within the next half hour. Don’t worry cutie, I won’t tell Momm

He then stood up above her. “Fuck yeah, you slut. God, I’ve never came that hard before. You fucking loved it, didn’t you?” “Yes, sir. I love being treated like that.” She said. She waited to see him return to his old self, to realize what he had done. To feel some form of regret. But there was none. This wasn’t her brother standing above her, it was her new pimp. “Fuck, my cock is still hard. That’s never happened before.” He said as he jacked it furiously. “I’m going to blow another load over that face of yours.”

William was very charming when he smiled. But all of a sudden, he became emotionless, as if he had changed into another person. Valeria felt a little scared and continued to ask nervously, "You're being paid to do this, aren't you?" "No way!" William was really angry. Did this stupid woman take him as the partner of the woman who had set her up? Valeria was irritated when the pimp denied so confidently and asked, "Then why were you on my bed? Are you sure that you haven't accepted Ashley's money? Aren't people of your profession paid to do that kind of thing?"

He couldn’t believe that he would one day accept to do one of the things he was disgusted with. Being a stripper was something he saw as crazy and immoral, yet he ended up being one. He ended up being crazy and immoral. “Money is the root of all evil,” he muttered to himself. “Stop saying shit and get ready, you’ll be the next stripper to be called on stage,” Sally, the pimp in charge of the strippers working at the sinner’s hall, muttered. Tyrone sighed and put on the mask, flexing his muscles as he got up.

The man acts as if he's aroused by my presence near him as he keeps staring at me with hooded eyes before gliding his dirty gaze up and down my body, shamelessly. Asshole. I'll make sure you learn a lesson before you die. The silky white shirt I'm wearing isn't tight at all but I made sure it shows my cleavage a bit more than needed and one sleeve is off-shoulded. On the other hand, the black skirt reached above mid thigh, showing my long legs thoroughly. I know what I'm doing. I'd be mistaken to think he's a stupid, shameless and characterless random guy. Because he's nothing but a cold-blooded serial killer, attached to some illegal business and works under a psychopath's command.

“I promise.” Clarissa closed her eyes. “He’s… he’s a pimp.” The word hung in the air like a splinter. Tessa’s heart pounded. “What do you mean?” she whispered. Clarissa swallowed hard. “He lends money… to girls who want work. They agree to pay him back, but the interest is impossible to clear. So… he sells their bodies to men. Drinks, dinners, things like that—anything to cover the debt. And if they refuse, he punishes them. Keeps them locked up or… worse…kills them after having his men take turns.”

Harvest smiled, he looked very sweet with his smile, unfortunately his real persona was not as sweet as his smile. If Damian was cruel with his cold demeanor. Harvest was cruel with his warm demeanor. The two of them may be different in terms of their personalities, but one thing is certain, both of them are not people who come from good families. Power makes them not recognize the term hardship. The wealth they eat is likely the result of crimes that have been committed for generations from a mafia organization. Which they cover their identity with a company that becomes a shell of illegal companies whose money flows endlessly.

She was made to service the men who came to the house, sucking their cocks and taking their loads in every hole. The girls pimped her out to their friends and neighbors, charging for her services and using the money to fund their lavish lifestyle. Nishitha was nothing more than a slave, a plaything for their amusement. But as the days turned into weeks, Nishitha began to change. She found herself enjoying the depraved acts, the degradation and humiliation. She craved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a set of holes for men to fuck. Her roommates noticed the change in her, the way she would beg for more, pleading with them to use her harder, to hurt her more. They realized

“Then what? You think the cops are gonna touch me? They’re my biggest clients.” Being a pimp wasn’t the most respectable line of work, but it was a dramatic improvement over what he was doing before. “Well, I think it’s great.” “And if you were single, you’d think it was really great.” I gave a slight chuckle even though it hurt my ribs a bit. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be a pimp. It just sounds so ridiculous. Are you gonna get one of those bright purple suits?” He couldn’t hide the grin that crept onto his lips. “Shut the fuck up, bitch. Now you’ll never see my best inventory.”

I started kicking and screaming and the two guys holding me pushed me back on the cot and held me down while the third man stuck the needle in my arm. I never left that room or saw clothes for the next week or so. There were injections every day, followed by euphoria and a steady stream of men who did whatever they wanted with me. Black, white Asian, Mexican, they all took my ass, my mouth or my pussy. Then one day no one came into the room, not to use me or to give me an injection. It wasn't long before my skin began to itch and then it almost seemed like my skin began to crawl and I began crying, beating on the door and begging someone to come and help me. After a couple of hours of absolu