Chapter 9 - cheap whore
I rode in the van and felt pain from my Master's kicks, the chastity and the realization that I was to become a prostitute. Jamal turned the radio on and ignored me for about 15 minutes. He slowed down in an area under a viaduct where people were standing around and just talking - I did notice that every one of them was black and not what I would deem a professional crowd. More on the verge of homeless.
Jamal parked the van and then said "ok cocksucker take off your clothes and I will be back with some customers." I didn't realize I was to be part of a moving on the road mobile brothel. I did as commanded and five minutes later he came back with a sixty something, grey haired and bearded, light
black man who entered the van. He was dressed like a lumberjack with a plaid shirt and dark jeans and he pulled a crinkled $20 bill out of his pocket and gave it to Jamal.
He stood in the back of the van and He dropped His pants and Jamal yelled "cocksucker get your sorry ass over there and get to sucking it," I crawled over and kneeled in front of his cock. It was about 6 inches and fairly thin. I wrapped my lips around it and it smelled and tasted like a combo of piss and sweat and he had a lot of black and grey hair all over his cock and balls. I almost threw up at first and I decided if I added enough of my spit I would be able to stomach it and that did help. Worst thing was he had a difficult time keeping hard and I had to work 25 minutes to finally get him to spew his seed in my mouth. My jaw and tongue were tired.
As soon as he left, someone else approached the van and he also paid $20 for a blow job and he was bigger, younger and drunk but I was able to get him to cum in 5 minutes. I had 4 more customers in the next hour and all only wanted blow jobs. I swallowed each of their loads and our allotted time was up. When ordered to my Jamal, I got back dressed and sat in the back as Jamal drove me back. All I could think of is that I had only earned $120 of the $3,000 I needed to earn. I was in for a long, disgusting and humiliating journey.
I drove right to a bar a mile from my Master's house and had two shots of cheap vodka and a beer to eliminate the taste of nasty cum in my mouth. I was the only white guy in the nearly empty bar but I was far past the point of caring anymore and everyone left me alone.
Some of these guys at the bar may end up fucking me anyways I thought and drove home with a slight buzz. I figured out my excuse for being in long term chastity on my way home. I was now a cheap whore - I hated to admit that truth to myself. However, I did and came home and crawled into bed for a long nap. Maybe I would be lucky enough and wake up and find this was all a bad dream.