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New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Part 4

John was speechless. He had never seen such a beautiful young specimen working as a hooker before. He was ready to nut in his pants before he had even undressed. In all the excitement he had completely forgotten to take any of his Viagra that day. Yet his cock was still throbbing with all the power of 1000 subwoofers. His head felt like he was going to explode with so much of his blood rushing to his veiny penis. He had to quickly remember why he was there in order to keep from cumming right on the spot. He needed to find out where Chief Baseball Cock was hiding and take him out, then get out without getting killed by his giant Indian bodyguard.

John dropped his trousers and displayed his hard cock for the young prostitute. It was glistening with sweat and you could really see all the veins bulging and throbbing with every beat of John’s heart. Hoowanneka’s eyes grew as big as saucers. He could tell she was impressed with the size and girth of his man meat. She took John’s tool into her mouth bareback and easily slid the massive 9 inches of cock all the way down her throat. Even though she was young, she had the experience of a 40 year old street whore. She didn’t even gag at the 9 inches, even though it had to have been tickling her tonsils and blocking off her air passageway. John held her by her long, black hair and began to facefuck her. She slobbered all over his pulsing penis and saliva was dripping all over the floor. John was about to cum but first he needed to ask her one question. “Where is Chief Baseball Cock?”

She stopped sucking and said “Why do you need to know that? Did I do something wrong?” He could tell she had fear in her eyes. Chief Baseball Cock was a brutal master and all his prostitutes feared the wrath of him and his giant. “No, you are perfect.” John said. “I just need to talk to him about a business deal.”
She told him he was upstairs in his office, but that he shouldn’t go up there. John smiled and said “Enough talk” and shoved his rock hard cock back in her beautiful mouth. He pumped her with the force of a thousand suns and screamed in pleasure as he finally exploded into the tiny 19 year old’s mouth. She sucked and sucked trying to get every last drop out of his shaft.

John’s legs quivered as he left the room, still weak from such an amazing blowjob. He knew he had to act quickly. He made his way up the stairs and peeked into the Chief’s office. He was nowhere to be seen. But his baseball bat was sitting on his desk. Then he heard a toilet flush. Chief Baseball Cock was just finishing taking a shit in the washroom. As he seen the washroom door begin to open, John sprinted for the bat. He picked it up just as he made eye contact with the Chief. “Who the fuck are you, white man?” barked the Chief.

“I’m your replacement.” whispered John. Years of pent up anger and feelings of inadequacy all rose to the surface. John snapped and began beating the Chief in the face with his own weapon. Teeth flew across the room. Blood-stained feathers floated through the air. He had done it. The Chief was dead. John was the new leader of the Indians. But as he heard footsteps behind him he realized he had forgotten one thing. The giant. He turned around and seen the 7 foot monster standing behind him breathing heavy. His legs were the size of tree trunks. There was no way John could beat this man in a fair fight, even with the Chief’s blood-stained bat. Then came the words out of the giant’s mouth. “You new boss?”
John breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes.” he said. “And we have work to do. We’re taking over the Backstreet Thugs territory, And you’re going to help me do it.” The giant smiled and said “Yes boss.”

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New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Part 3

Some were putting out cigarettes and some looked like they were so drunk they could barely walk. As one fell over and hit the floor, the old man shouted “Bahhh! Too much fire water for Dakota today. Get that whore out of here.” A giant, shirtless man came from the back room and grabbed Dakota by the wrist. He lifted her off the ground with one hand and carried her away back behind the curtain from whence he appeared. It was an easy feat for someone that appeared to be almost 7 feet tall and over 350 pounds. John was going to have to be careful around this guy. He was obviously Chief Baseball Cock’s main bodyguard, and looked to be a deadly killer.

Within a few seconds I could hear Dakota screaming as the sound of open-hand slaps came from the back room. He was beating her for getting too drunk on the job. Some punishment would be necessary to maintain a smooth running business, but beating the women is never justifiable in John’s eyes. This would never happen when he took this place over. And he would make that giant Indian pay for what he had done to Dakota.

As John looked over the lineup he spotted a young native with nothing on but a deer-skin bikini. Her skin was smooth, brown and perfect. She had traditional native makeup on and a single feather in her long, black hair. She couldn’t be a day over 19. John pointed with a big smile on his face and said “That’s the one I want.” The old man replied “Ahhh, Hoowanneka. She’s our most popular girl.”

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“What does Hoowanneka mean?” John asked. “Little elk” the girl replied. She was obviously named Little Elk because she was so tiny and petite, just like a baby elk. Hoowanneka smiled at John and took him by the hand. She led him into the back room past the wall of hanging beads. As John looked to the right he seen Dakota lying in a pool of blood on the floor in the corner. Her faced was badly bruised and it looked like she was missing all her front teeth. The giant stood in the corner getting sucked off by a fat Indian hooker wearing a full feather headdress. The stench in the room was foul. The giant made eye contact with John and their eyes locked for what seemed like an eternity. As the giant came in the fat whore’s mouth she vomited all over the floor. The giant never stopped staring at John. John vowed that giant sonofabitch would pay for what he did to Dakota.

They entered one of the back rooms where there was a bed and some filthy towels and an open container of lube and a basket of condoms in the corner. Their sanitary standards were not exactly up to par. John was going to change this once he took over their gang. A clean whore makes for a happy customer. And a happy customer always come back for more.
Hoowanneka slid out of her tiny clothes and stood naked before John. Her eyes sparkled like they had diamonds in them. She reach out and grabbed his cock through his pants, which was already rock hard. “What do you want me to do to you, sir?” She asked. “Or what do you want to do to me?”

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New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Part 2

The third gang was the most powerful and would be the biggest challenge for John to overcome. They were known as the Yankees. Not named after the baseball team of the same name. These were ruthless, racist, white supremacists who harkened back to the days of the civil war. They often wore full white robes during their meetings, not unlike the KKK. They only dealt with true blooded white Aryan prostitutes. They felt mixing of the races was unclean and wouldn’t allow any of their female workers to be of mixed race. And they wouldn’t allow their hookers to have sex with men of other races. They would perform public lynchings in the streets of New York if they got wind of anyone violating their strict rules on race mixing. They were bitter enemies of the Backstreet Thugs and wanted them out of New York. John thought he might be able to use this to his advantage, working both sides against each other. But his first target was going to be the Indians. He wanted them out of the way so he was able to concentrate on the bigger fish.

John knew he was going to need to muscle up, so he called up the entire security team from his father’s office and brought them together for a meeting. He told them his plans and how he wanted them to be his enforcers. He promised them millions if they would help him. He promised them positions of power. Some of them were disgusted by the proposition and left the room. But the others stayed and listened to his plans intently. They wanted in. For them to be successful they were going to need the best guns, the best body armor, and the best equipment. This wasn’t a problem for John. The money was rolling in daily from his family’s business which was basically on autopilot. Whatever they needed he told them to go out and buy, basically giving them a blank check.

John knew the time was perfect to strike at the Indians. Chief Baseball Cock was in town at their Pow Wow club on Third Street. John just had to get inside and he could take him out right then and there. There wouldn’t be a need for a drawn out war or a gun battle. Once they lost their true-blooded Apache leader the rest of the organization would fall and John could move in to take them over. All he had to do to get into the brothel was pretend he was a client. Not a problem. John hadn’t been laid in 5 days which was something of a record for him. He had been too busy planning his ascension to power and getting his team equipped and ready for action. He was so horny his cock was throbbing just thinking about the chance to fuck a Native American whore.

He walked up to the club and gave the traditional “How” sign to the door man. This let them know he was legit. Once inside the Pow Wow club he was greeted by an old Indian man wearing a feathered headdress. He was about 5 foot 2 and looked to be over 90 years old. “How, white man! Which one of our squaws suits your fancy tonight?” barked the old man. John looked up and seen a lineup of attractive Native American hookers assembling before him.

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New York Sex Workers – The Battle For Power – Part 1

It wasn’t long after John died that he was able to get his hands on his parent’s fortune. You see, John was the son of a real estate tycoon. He had never worked an honest day’s work in his life. He lived off of his daddy’s fortune and spent his days indulging his vices. The main one being prostitutes. He drank whiskey by the bottle, fucked multiple hookers a day, and chewed Viagra like candy he got out of a Pez dispenser. He was used to getting what he wanted, if it was the fancy new sports car, or thousands in cash for him to spend as he seen fit.

But it was never his money. It always came from Daddy. He always got a disrespecting look whenever he entered his parent’s company business office. Everyone from the front door security guard to the janitor knew who John was and how he spent his days. And they knew if he was in the office he was there looking for more money. This really ate away at him and now with his parents being dead he was finally in a position to do something about it.

He wanted to start his own business empire with his new found fortune and finally make something of his life. He wanted to combine his passion for something he loved into a business empire and make money at the same time he was having fun. There was only one thing John loved. That was prostitutes. He wanted to start the biggest escort service in all of the United States and sit back and watch the money roll in. Now that his parents were dead from a tragic plane crash, all the pieces were falling into place. He no longer had to be disrespected by the lowly peons at his daddy’s office building. He was going to show them all.

There was only one thing standing in his way. That was the other lords running the prostitute game in New York. The city was divided up into territories and he was going to have to take them over one by one. To do this, he was going to need lots of money, which he now had, and lots of muscle. Each of the current 3 gangs had a different leader and a different gimmick.

The smallest upstart was called the Indians. All their hookers dressed in traditional Native American attire. Their leader was Chief Baseball Cock. Named so because of the size of his cock, and because the baseball bat was his weapon of choice. He was a true blood Apache and had murdered many people in his rise to power in the Indians.

The second gang who had control of the Bronx and the ghetto was called the Backstreet Thugs. Their leader, Tyrone Biggums, was a ruthless man who started out as a member of the crips and worked his way to the top, before branching off to start his own gang. He had a monopoly on all the black hookers in New York. If you wanted to fuck a black chick in that city, a portion of your money would be going to Tyrone.

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Prostitute becomes millionaire by doing Glory Holes in public toilets

Glory Hole Whore

This is the story of Sarah. She’s a local prostitute that managed to get rich by sucking dick in public washrooms. She used to be a streetwalker, although she was a little more high end than the average streetwalker. She wouldn’t fuck her clients, she only sucked cock. But her services were still high in demand, since she had developed the perfect blowjob technique. She became so famous for her blowjobs that she had guys lining up around the block to stick their cocks in her wet mouth.

She decided to take advantage of the incredible demand by setting up a gloryhole booth in a local public washroom that was located in the city park. This allowed her to service multiple men at a time, effectively letting her double her income, while at the same time giving more privacy to the men who wanted their dicks sucked. Most men did not want to be seen attempting to pick up prostitutes, so the gloryhole setup allowed them to get off without the risk of getting caught by the authorities or seen in the shady parts of town where the prostitutes normally frequent.

The men would line up in the washroom and once they got to the front of line, they’d whip their pants down and shove their cocks through the makeshift glory holes she had cut in the walls of the washroom stall. She sucked cocks all day and didn’t even have to leave to take washroom breaks, since she was already in a washroom.

Her fame quickly spread and she became the number 1 cocksucker in her city. Men would come from all walks of life to experience her sensual mouth, filling her up with their hot cum. She wasn’t afraid to swallow their loads either. She sucked the cocks bareback. Taking in gallons of jizz in a day’s work was not unusual for her. At her peak, she didn’t even need to stop to eat since she was consuming so much cum each day.

The money flowed like water into her washroom stall. She was making thousands a day now and it appeared she had maxed out her cock sucking revenue potential. But Sarah was a smart hooker and soon hired other sluts to come work additional glory holes with her. She taught them her perfect blowjob technique and trained them how to suck a hot load out of a man in the least amount of time possible in order to maximize profits. She took a cut of all their earnings and her own brand of gloryholes were popping up all around the city in park washrooms, arenas and even in fast food restaurant washroom stalls. She had become filthy rich from sucking dick.

Once she made a million dollars, she retired from the cock sucking business, but still kept her glory holes open with all her employees sucking thousands of cocks a day for her. She became known as Sarah, the glory hole queen. It is rumoured she still sucks the occasional cock for money, but only for the most special of clients. Only the most rich and famous get to experience the perfect blowjob technique from the queen herself.