[$300] You agree to the new price.

"I have $300," you retort, emulating her accent. To appease her nerves, you pull out your wallet and produce the desired wad of Jacksons with their unexpected guest, Franklin. "How much time does that get me?"

"Time, sugar? You plannin' to cuddle after?"

"I take a good, long while to be satisfied." You let your grin shine; she can't fully appreciate why, after all.

She rolls her eyes, clearly comfortable enough to disrespect you. "That's funny, I hear that all the time..." She reaches back and unzips her top, letting it fall away to reveal her humble B-cup chest and, perhaps unwittingly, flashing all the padding in her outfit. Those criticisms notwithstanding... breasts are breasts, and you wonder if you'll ever tire of them as your eyes lock onto her chest. "... but that's just from men who haven't met me yet." She continues to strip, tugging on some Velcro-lining on her skirt that was all that apparently kept it on, and stepping out of her black G-string shortly after.

"Thirty minutes?"

"You're a cuddl-a for sure."

"Thirty minutes it is," you answer for her, and she offers no complaints before leaping upon you with her bony frame, warm enough to the touch to make you forget the lie of her clothes. Her breath is hot against your ear, and she gently probes it with her tongue while grabbing your cock. The sudden **** sends pleasant chills up and down your back, and you almost neglect to notice how wet she already is when she impales herself on your raw manhood. "You're already a wet mess-ssaaaah."

Contrary to your expectation of the gaping, well-used hole, her pussy clamps down like a time-locked safe at the bank, which quickly shuts your taunting up. Now that she's finally going to 'work', she joins you in your moans in a performance that would win no awards for best actress. "Fuck, honey, baby, you like that, don't you?" You can only grunt in response. "You wanna come in this little pussy, daddy? You wanna, huh?!" Her high-pitched squeals, her shrill cries... it's all rather surprising how well it all still works. You're not a fan of cheesy porn dialogue, but God be damned if it doesn't work when you're the one whose cock the professional is gyrating on, twisting and bending your soldier's helmet as it cleaves a circle up and down her birth canal. "You've got me so hot, baby~!"

"J-Jesus," is all you can manage when you want to shut her up, moreso because somewhere between her talk and her skill you're barely survived past the minute marker; you realize you won't be able to double your time before you knock her up. As the pressure builds, she slams down onto your crotch and takes you deep inside, pressing the head of your cock into the tiny crevice between her vaginal wall and cervix. It reminds you of your goal... and you let pride be put aside and stop trying to hold out on your orgasm. "Fucking-" You wrap your arms around her back and press her to you, letting your fingers drift down her bony spine until they're gripping her tiny butt and anchoring her to impregnation. "- take it, slut!" You balls surge, and the pent-up load of the day is finally unleashed, exploding into her and splashing through the cervix with whatever doesn't run down the walls of her insides.

"Yeah, baby, I feel you, you... oh God, it's so much, I-... w-wait, no, it really, it really is so much," her act drops, and her voice vibrates as she looks down, worried. You grab her hair and pull her face back up so you can watch... and sure enough, her fake gasping and orgasms slowly turn to confusion, then panting, and then her face knots as her pussy clenches in the orgasm wrought by your uncensored seed inside her. You try to focus past your own intense pleasure to revel in her humbling experience, your own grin widening in a pleasurable stupor while her body trembles. Unknown to you, until you ask her later, is that this is the first time in her adult life that she ever experienced a real orgasm with a man... the reasons for which are neither original nor pleasant. What is new, for her at least, is the intense, unfiltered pleasure, along with the volume of cum that now explodes out from where you've plugged her hole.

You sigh as your orgasm finally subsides... and give her a gentle rub on her back. "I think... that was about two minutes..."

"Bull... shit," she pants, "at least five." Trying to cheat you out of your money to the very end, this one. "You wanna... cuddle like this, baby?" she pants. "Or you wanna clean up... ah... aah?!" Her half-taunting questions turn to surprise as you resume fucking her, and start manually gyrating her hips for her. "Baby, you got... you got more in you? But all this-!"

"I told you: I take awhile." You grunt as you move your meat inside her, stopping when you feel that slippery donut of her womb come over your head. You give her the shortest humps, pressing centimeters of your crotch into hers with each press of your hands on her hips as she moans and fidgets. You can't break through, but the feeling against your head, the sensitivity from the last orgasm, and her own worry are enough to push you over the edge again, starting another, complete blast that shoots generous donations into her unguarded uterus, where her waiting ovum was already awash with sperm.

She almost jolts off of your cock when the pain of this liquid, firing through the hole that causes so much pain once a month for women, finally registers... but sinks back down onto your exploding volcano, willingly and with drool now leaking from the edge of her mouth. "H-Holy... holy shit, baby, a girl could... get used-ta this..."

"You want more of this?" you whisper as you scoop the tips of your right fingers onto the pile of seed on your crotch, freshly leaked from her now totally-lubricated hole. "Open your mouth." As your fingers drift towards her face, she complies, taking your pinky onto her tongue... and with wide eyes, she starts greedily sucking on your fingers in unison, fellating the four of them shoved together as your addictive baby batter coats her mouth and throat and drives ever more pleasure into her. Now with her mouth and pussy full of sperm, she convulses with yet another spike in her non-stop orgasm. "Want more, baby?" you coo.

"Y-Yes, daddy... please?"

"Of course, sweety..." You gyrate her hips anew, your ever-hard cock ready for another go as her eyes roll into the back of her head. "... but it'll cost ya. I'll give you a discount though... $300."

Her brow furrows, and she looks ready to slap you... until you press her hips down and kiss her womb again, causing her to fall onto you for support. "Fuck you, you bastard..."

"Do we have a deal?"

"I... I'm..." Her face burrows into your shoulder. "Oh God, I can't... that's not..."

You chuckle into her ear, and give her a kiss on the neck. "We'll negotiate in the bedroom."

~~ 28 (25) minutes later ~~

Chimichangas are delicious... and with the $600 you just earned, you can buy plenty more of them.

Which is why you have Lana Stewart, or Nutmeg as you've chosen to keep her, bring you one fresh from the microwave. Left starving from the last half-hour of escapades, you quickly gobble it up without thinking to offer her so much as a bite... and she watches, naked and patient, her eyes glassy and her hair wrapped up in a towel. You ordered her to take a bath and wash all the street and spunk off of her, and sure enough, pregnant as she now is, she followed your commands to the letter. "Do you really like that stuff, Mistah Peck?"

That she didn't start to call you 'Master' right away was strange, but at this point her accented title for you is endearing, and you let her keep it. "I don't like them... I fucking love them." With that, you give her the plate, motioning for her to get another one.

"I see... I know what you need, Mistah," she says with a wink. "Y'know, I chose the name Nutmeg... it's my favorite type of cookie," she giggles. "I love baking and cooking and, well, it was kinda the only thing I was any good at before this gig." She looks down at the plate as she very slowly gets up, unable to refuse your order... but apparently still able to delay enough to talk. "I could cook for you proper, y'know? I've got tons o' recipes you've never even tried, promise!"

Finally rejuvenated, you sit up in your bed and take a very sober inventory of all that has transpired... and what you just acquired. You look her over, glance at her stubbly pubic mound, look at the black roots under her blonde-dyed hair, the thick lips that were no longer ruby red, but a pale, unhealthy pink to match the rest of her slightly-blemished, bad skin, her cutely puffy nipples... and the sincerity of her voice, now that she's under your influence. More than most of the potential slaves you've actively sought... you really know nothing about this woman. Who is Lana Stewart? What kind of life are you about to make her leave behind? You thought targeting prostitutes would make this easier... and you realize it's because you thought of prostitutes as less than the women in your life in general. {if Morality < 0}To some degree you still believe that, but it's hard to think of this woman as nothing more, now.{else@}It's impossible to think that, now that one is sitting on the edge of your bed, naked and bathed and almost motherly wanting to cook for you. In a sort of way, you fucked up again... but the same excuses as before cover your conscience now.{endif}

"I don't have many groceries," you confess. "I don't really... know what to get, either."

"I can do all that for you!" she says with a gleam in her eye. She's already at the door, still on your order for more of the same microwavable garbage you love...

"Wait," you command, and she gladly stops. "You're saying you can cook for me, from now on?"

"Absolutely, Mistah Peck!"

"... Can you cook for {if Mothers > 0}{Mothers}{else@}a few other girls, too{endif}?" She cocks her head to the side, confused... and you wave your hand as if to dispel the question for now. "Actually, I think I should sleep first... c'mon," you pat the bed, "you're sleeping here tonight." Happily, your new **** leaps into bed. You'd introduce her to her new family, her new home, her new destiny... tomorrow. For now, you let her sleep off a long night of work, and enjoy the warmth of the newest body in your collection as you drift to sleep.