You arrive

The van rumbles to a stop beside the **** house, the engine's growl fading into the humid night air. I glance back at Kirsty and Amy in the rearview mirror—Kirsty's still impaled on that thick dildo mounted to the seat, her thighs quivering from the ride, her pierced nipples straining against the thin fabric of her new crop top. Amy sits beside her, cum drying on her outstretched tongue from the blowjob she gave me en route, her eyes downcast and obedient. Time to put them to work.

I climb out and yank open the back doors. 'Out, both of you,' I command, my voice sharp. Kirsty whimpers as she lifts herself off the dildo, a slick trail of her arousal dripping down her inner thigh. She stumbles out in her tiny shorts and top, the piercings glinting under the streetlights. Amy follows, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her own outfit hugging her curves just right.

'You're up first, Kirsty,' I say, grabbing her arm and steering her toward the blowjob bar entrance, a neon sign flickering 'Kneel & Please' above the door. Amy trails behind us, but I wave her toward the main house. 'You, come with me later.' The bar's inside is dim and smoky, filled with the low hum of men chatting and the wet sounds of mouths working cocks. Girls kneel in rows behind a low counter, heads bobbing in unison on their clients.

I push Kirsty forward to an empty spot on her knees, the worn cushion already stained from countless shifts. 'Your first customer will be here soon. Remember—serve without hesitation, or you'll regret it.' She nods, her face pale, knees sinking into the padding as she positions herself, hands clasped behind her back like I trained her in the van.

It doesn't take long. An old man shuffles up, his eyes lighting on Kirsty like she's fresh meat. He's got liver-spotted hands and a leering grin, his pants already tenting. 'New girl, eh? I'll take her.' He doesn't wait for approval—just reaches down and gropes her breasts roughly, squeezing the soft flesh through her top until her nipples poke out hard from the piercings. Kirsty flinches, her defeated expression twisting as she bites her lip, trying not to pull away. I lean against the wall nearby, cock twitching at the sight—her wide eyes pleading silently, body rigid under his touch.

The old bastard chuckles, sliding one hand down the front of her shorts without a second thought. His fingers plunge into her pussy, still slick from the dildo ride, and he pumps them in and out crudely. 'Wet little slut already. Open wide.' Kirsty spreads her legs slightly on her knees, enduring it, her face flushing red with humiliation. She doesn't dare yank his hand away, just trembles as he finger-fucks her roughly, his thumb grinding against her clit.

I watch every second, savoring her struggle—the way her shoulders hunch, her breath hitching, that spark of resistance dying in her eyes. Finally, he pulls his fingers free, shiny with her juices, and unzips his pants. His cock springs out, veiny and half-hard, smelling of sweat. 'Suck it good, girl.' Kirsty leans forward hesitantly, her lips parting to take the head into her mouth. She gags a little as he thrusts deeper, grabbing her hair to **** her down. Her cheeks hollow as she starts sucking, tongue swirling reluctantly around his shaft while he gropes her tits again, pinching the piercings hard enough to make her yelp around his cock.

The sounds fill the bar—her slurps, his grunts, the occasional pop as he pulls out to slap his dick against her tongue. She tries to pull back once, but he yanks her forward, fucking her face until tears streak her cheeks. I stroke myself through my pants, enjoying the show, her submission fueling my arousal. By the time he groans and unloads down her throat, forcing her to swallow every drop, Kirsty's a mess—lips swollen, chin dripping, utterly broken in.

Satisfied, I leave her there for the next customer and head out, grabbing Amy from where she's waiting by the van. 'Your turn, pet.' I lead her into the **** house, up the stairs to my private quarters. The door clicks shut behind us, locking out the world. Inside, the room's a den of indulgence—cuffs on the bedposts, toys scattered on shelves, a faint scent of sex lingering.

Erin looks up from where she's lounging on the bed, her 19-year-old body on full display in that slutty school outfit: plaid skirt hiked up to show her bare pussy, white blouse unbuttoned to reveal perky tits with silver barbells through the nipples, cute brunette hair tied in two pigtails that beg to be pulled. She's been mine for years, trained to perfection—every hole eager, every command instant. Just seeing her like that makes my cock harden instantly, throbbing against my zipper.

'Amy, meet Erin,' I say, pushing the new girl forward. 'She's my personal toy. Trained her myself to handle all my needs—sucking cock like a pro, taking it in every position, begging for more.' Erin slides off the bed, crawling over on all fours, her pigtails swaying. She nuzzles against my leg first, then eyes Amy with a mix of curiosity and dominance. 'Hi, newbie,' Erin purrs, her voice sweet but edged with experience.

Amy stands frozen, glancing between us. I step close, gripping her chin to make her look at me. 'You'll be trained daily, just like she was. Starting tomorrow, you'll learn to deepthroat without gagging, ride cock until I cum inside you, submit completely. Erin will show you how—watch her, mimic her, become as good as her. Fail, and you'll wish you were back at the bar with Kirsty.'

To demonstrate, I nod at Erin. She drops to her knees without a word, unzipping my pants and pulling out my hard cock. Her small hands stroke the shaft as she leans in, tongue flicking the tip before she engulfs it whole, throat relaxing to take me deep. Amy watches, wide-eyed, as Erin bobs her head, slurping loudly, her pigtails bouncing. I groan, thrusting into her mouth, then pull out and point to Amy. 'Your turn to observe. Soon, you'll be doing this on command.'

Erin pulls off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and grins up at Amy. 'Don't worry—it gets easier. And fun.' I grab Amy's hair, guiding her closer. 'Strip and kneel. Training starts now.'