Papi's Special Girl

Papi was a pimp by trade, so it wasn't shocking when he finally sold my services. I was actually surprised he hadn't done it already, but he seemed strangely possessive of my holes. One evening, though, a muscular latino man knocked on the door. Papi told me to let him in, and he, too, was impressed by my canine tricks.

"La rubia es perfecta (The blonde is perfect). Me encanta (I love her)," he commented while sitting next to Papi on the couch.

"She cute, right? Yo, puta, get on the floor and show our guest your pink pussy."

I dropped down and threw my dress over my back, then spread my legs wide and waited.

"Pull 'em apart, he wants to see that cunt. Show him your slit, puta."

I spread my asscheeks and showed Papi's friend my most vulnerable part. He exhaled loudly and jingled his belt. Papi chuckled.

"You like that shit, huh?"

"You even got her in a little cage, bruh, I love it. Lemme take her off your hands for a bit. I got a few racks in the car I can front, and I'll throw you another 10 next month. Come on, lemme teach her how to treat a man."

"Nigga, you think I ain't turned her out already? Puta, come here. Suck my dick, it's hard as shit from checkin' out your snatch."

I crawled over to Papi and started worshipping with the utmost respect. He told me to back my knees up and arch my back to accentuate my lithe form. It was embarrassing to act as a show dog, but I needed to prove to Papi he'd trained me well, and that he shouldn't sell me off. It freaked me out when I heard the guy ask about buying me, but I hoped Papi wouldn't actually do it. Papi kissed my asscheeks with his open hand a few times to give them the pink glow he loved.

"See that, Carlos? All I gotta do is snap my fingers and boom, my dick's gettin' sucked by a prize bitch. You a fool if you think you ever buyin' Ivory off me for keeps. I ain't never gettin' rid of her, she's the best bitch I ever had. My special little girl. Ain't that right, baby."

"Si, Papi. Te amo (I love you)."

They both groaned with lust when I replied in their mother tongue.

"Sit on up here for a minute, I wanna hit that pussy."

Papi tapped the couch, so I crawled up to him and squatted down on his spear. Since my feet were planted on the cushions, only my glute muscles held me up. Papi kept me weak, so I quickly started shaking and impaled myself further. This position made his cock reach deeper than usual, though, so I had to push back up to avoid it hurting.

"That's it, baby, squat on Papi's dick. Do a set on me. Fifty, puta, let's go."

He wasn't kidding. Papi actually made me do 50 squats, from tip to base, over his cock. He smoked a blunt while I worked out, and Carlos looked on jealously.

"Dude, I really need some a that."

"Hmmm..." Papi pondered, then told me to continue squatting while he and Carlos conversed in Spanish.

I only recognized a few words, but knew they were saying numbers. Sadly, I couldn't remember anything passed 40, but I had definitely never learned these ones. When their conversation ended, Papi turned my head. His face was warm, but stern.

"Puta, Imma tell you to do somethin' in a second, and when I do, you not gon' say shit, you just gon' do it. Okay?"

"Yes, Papi..."

"Good. Now when I smack your ass, you gon' get up off my cock and down on your knees. Then you gon' crawl over to Carlos, and ask him real nice if you can suck his dick. If you do that, we not gon' have no problems. Right, baby?"

"Yes, Papi..."

Instead of responding, Papi smacked my ass. For a second I thought it was just a playful one, then I remember what he'd just said. I was about to suck another man's dick. I was momentarily upset when I pulled off Papi, but when I thought about it as I crawled over, it seemed silly to care. I used to do this all the time when I was hitchhiking, and at least Carlos was attractive. It would have been nice to only be with Papi, but he was a pimp, and I was his bitch. What could I do?

"Sir, may I please suck your dick...?"

"Si, puta."

I was on my knees with my hands resting on Carlos's bulge. My eyes were glued to it, too, both because it looked massive, and because I wasn't allowed to gaze at him. When I fished it out, I was impressed. It was long, thick and tan, just like him. I started by licking his nuts, how Papi taught me.

"That's right, puta, chupa mis huevos (suck my balls)."

Papi translated the crude command, which I added to my growing whore lexicon. When I gargled Carlos's hairy sack, and he had the delicious, earthy scent of a man so I dove my nose deep into his taint. I sucked his massive balls from different angles below, crawling beneath him.

After "los huevos" came "la polla" (dick), which I pleasured with equal fervor. Papi came over at one point and held my head down while teaching me how to service a client. He barely let me breathe as I struggled to throat the guy. This John had clearly paid for more than just a hummer, though....

"Puta," Papi said while snapping twice. I turned back to him. "Get up there and do some squats on my boy. I'm gonna let him tap that pussy."

It was hard to squat on Carlos without making eye contact, but once I got in position with my chin on his shoulder, I bounced back into my exercise. I pumped my hamstrings and glutes while giving Carlos a respectable ride. I didn't want to act like a slut and go crazy; that surely would've gotten me the belt. But I also couldn't be lazy; that would have the same result. I massaged his cock internally until Papi came over and lifted me off his lap, since he sensed Carlos was close to cumming.

"I don't want no other man's seed in my girl. Ain't right."

Papi pulled me back to his lap and allowed me to give him a lap dance.

"Deuces, nigga, see you later," Papi said with a street handshake as Carlos left his house.

I saw the men exchange money (I'll be honest, I think it was a lot....), then Papi had me walk Carlos out the door. Carlos made me get on my knees and kiss his balls goodbye, then told me he'd be back soon.

"You was good, baby. Papi's proud."

When my client left, Papi reached his arms out and I cuddled into him.

The next day, I thought about my situation. I wasn't too upset about sucking another guy off, but it made me uncomfortable that I couldn't say no. The payment is what really hurt, though. I wanted to know how much was exchanged, and if I'd have to do it more in the future. Papi could tell something was on my mind, and he never let me keep a secret. When he came home and I was pouting, he sat me on his lap and asked me what was up.

"You worried bout bein' Papi's hoe, mami? You afraid he gon' put you on tha block? Make you turn tricks?"

I nodded tearfully.

"Well, I got somethin' to show ya that might cheer you up. Look down at my feet, baby girl, peep these kicks."

Papi was wearing the new Dior Nikes, the shoe he'd been talking about all month. Apparently they were really hard to get, and cost a fortune. I was so happy Papi got what he wanted, and when I realized how he had paid for them, pride welled in my chest. My tears turned joyful with the knowledge that I had helped Papi get something that was going to push him up the pimping hierarchy. If I was gonna be owned by a man, I wanted him to be respected.

"You like 'em, baby? They all cuz a you." He kissed me and held my hands. "That's not all, though."

My ears perked up.

"What, Papi?"

"You think I forgot about you? Papi don't forget when a bitch does good. I got you a lil' somethin' for treating Carlos like I taught you. There's a reason you my special girl, Ivory."

Papi pulled a red box out of his jacket that I recognized was Cartier. Two-carat diamond studs lay inside. This was the most thoughtful gesture Papi had done since he'd claimed me, and I couldn't help but kiss and thank him. I quickly dropped to my knees and Papi was already opening his legs.

"Say thank you, puta," he cooed while pulling in my head. "We gon' get your ears pierced right after this, baby girl. Imma have the iciest bitch in the block."

"Thank you, Papi, I love you," I worshipped with sincere devotion.

Papi didn't pimp out my pussy to too many men, but he did make me suck his friends often. I'd crawl from man to man servicing, or they'd pass my head around on the couch. They all hated the rule of no cumming in my mouth, but I was eternally grateful to Papi for being so benevolent.

"Yo, 3.8, get me another beer," one dude called out while I stood to the side.

"Me too, puta."

I returned to the kitchen to refresh all 6 guests' beer. When I came back in the living room, Papi's friends were lined up behind the ottoman, and he was on the other side.

"Put the beers down, baby, we gon' do somethin' else right now. Crawl your white ass over here and do your bitch pose."

He pointed at the furniture and I obeyed. Once in position, on all fours on top of the ottoman, I realized I why the guys were lined up.

"We gon' run a train on you now, puta, aight? You gon' stay posted up here like a bitch till all my boys get that throat. Niggas paid extra today, so you gon' be swallowin', too. Now you best drink every drop cuz this gon' be your dinner. My bitch gon' have a belly full a black seed."

He spanked my ass and told the first guy to come up to my mouth.

"Wachu say to him, bitch?" Papi asked sharply with another smack.

"May I please suck your dick, sir?"

"Sure, baby, if that's wachu want," the man in front replied with a chuckle.

While he inserted his long ebony dick into my mouth, Papi was behind probing his into my pussy. I then realized that I wasn't just going to suck 6 dicks, Papi was also going to fuck me the whole time.

"Work that ass back, bitch, then lean forward. You gon' ride the nigga dick train. Imma call this shit the Underground Railroad."

"Yo, Dre, that was pretty clever," one of the guys in line laughed out.

Papi made me go all the way forward till I was throating the front dick completely, then push all the way back till he was buried to the hilt. If Papi didn't think I was working hard enough, he'd shower my ass with spanks while his friends encouraged him.

"You did good with this one, D. Turned her out right," the blowjob recipient huffed while fucking my face. "Ooooh, yeaaa, ooooo...." he finished, shooting hot sperm down to my stomach.

"Mmmm, you like that, baby?" Papi asked while rubbing my belly, crouched over me.

"Mmmhmmm..." I replied, not wanting to upset him.

"Then wachu say?"

"Thank you, sir..." I told the guy whose salty load was coating my tongue.

"No problem, bitch, I know you live for this shit," the man laughed as he gave me some gentle slaps and walked away.

The next 5 guys were the same, and by the end my throat was raw. My mouth hurt from staying open, and Papi never left my pussy, stretching it to the max with his black meat. Papi didn't unlock my cage before, so the whole time I could only think about what I was: two warm holes. Papi's warm holes, that he could sell off whenever. My pathetic cock strained in its plastic protector when I accepted that I was truly owned.

As I said earlier, I really did love Papi. He was my new guardian, and I'd forgotten about my past life. Papi also forbade me to talk about it. One thing I didn't love, though, was Papi's constant threats to castrate me. One time, when I embarrassed him by spilling a beer on his friend (he'd just spanked my ass), he screamed:

"Bitch! You keep fuckin' up and I'm gon' cut yo little white balls off!"

This was the first time he'd said it, and my terror was visible when I apologized on my knees. Papi stayed serious, tapping my nuts with his toes while his friends watched me submit. That night, when Papi and I were in bed, he whispered:

"Baby, you know Papi loves your little grapes, right?" He was kissing my neck while flicking my sack as we spooned. "I don't wanna cut 'em off, but if that's what's gon' keep you in line, then Imma do it. Remember that, puta."

"Yes, Papi," I whispered back while kissing his hand. He slid his cock in and fucked me to sleep.

He never did take away my balls, but the threat always loomed.

After a couple months with Papi, he got into some trouble with a few local gangs, and decided we were moving out immediately. He picked Los Angeles for our new home, but wasn't sure he needed to bring the whole stable.

"I'm thinkin' of sellin' a few of my girls off, puta," Papi told me one night in bed.

"M-me?" I shuddered, terrified of being on my own again.

"No, dummy. I already told you, you my bitch for life. But I'm thinkin' of sellin' Nessa and Jada. I'm not gon' need a big stable in LA, niggas pay top dolla for a prize bitch, out west."

"Papi, you can't sell them to another pimp! But you also can't take them away from Detroit, it's their home!! They'll never make it out if they leave!!!"

I knew I wasn't allowed to speak out of turn, but protecting the girls was the only altruistic thing I could hang on to. I loved them, and truly did not want to see them hurt more than they already had been.

"Bitch, you tryna tell me what to do with my property?"

"No, no..." I pleaded. "It's just... haven't they been through enough, Papi? They've made you so much money these years, can't you just let them go?"

Papi stared at me blankly and I wasn't sure if he would hit me, but I continued.

"They've been such good bitches, Papi, why don't you finally let them get out of the life. We can drop them off a women's center before we go to LA, and maybe they can lead a more wholesome existence."

"You think those bitches is gonna be CEOs? Stupid puta."

"We'll never know if you don't give them a chance. Think about it Papi, you only need one bitch, your special girl."

Papi huffed loudly, in my ear, probably pissed that I'd suggested what to do, then pushed my head down to suckle his dick. He told me sleep down there for the night with it in my mouth.

"Get up, puta, we leavin'."

Papi's light slaps woke me up suddenly at 4AM. He and the girls had apparently been up all night packing, and "my" stuff was already bagged in the car. Papi carried me into the Escalade, where the three girls were sitting. None of us knew what was happening.

"Uhhh... Papi?" Nessa tried to ask when we'd been driving for 20 minutes, but Papi told her to shut up.

We eventually entered a parking lot and Papi stopped the car.

"Get out."

The three girls looked at each other confused.

"Get your shit, and get out. You not my bitches no more. I'm lettin' you go."

Papi wasn't looking at them, probably too ashamed of himself for seeming weak. But when I noticed he was parked at a Women's Shelter, I was proud of him. The girls were still weary, but once they heard the car door unlock they ran. I'm not sure if they actually went to the shelter, but at least Papi gave them the chance.

"Just you and me now, puta. My loyal girl," Papi cooed while leaning over to kiss me. His eyes turned serious, and he said, "You didn't see none a that shit, aight?"

"Yes, Papi."

I knew his friends would never respect him if they found out he set his property free. Well, not all of it....

This is where I finish. Papi and I are driving to LA right now and I'm writing this story down on his iPhone's Notes app at his insistence. He says this way I'll never forget any details about how he claimed my "bitch ass". Maybe he'll let me write about what happens in California, but until then, adios.