The Godmother

George Franklin, an unfortunate street thug, dragged into a business office by four hired hands of Houston’s notorious brothel owner, only referred to as Godmother. This luxurious, Amazonian woman with a body that time itself couldn’t age her, towers over George’s above average build.

“I bet you’re thinking, why am I still alive right now?” She goes to sit down behind her desk.

George gave her puzzled look. He looked over his shoulders, the men who bought him to Godmother await for their orders.
He looked back at Godmother and careful answered. “Yeah.”

She leaned back into her chair, her eagle-eyes locked on George, reading his body reaction. “You see, it’s nothing…personal against you. But, you’re running with a crowd that’s been hurting my girls. Those brothers as you would like to think of them, gang raped three of my young ones, one of my experienced girls beaten and left in an alley for the use of homeless dicks, and many others unaccounted for. And I want bodies.”

“Bodies?” George stuttered.

“Yes. Accountability will be held. And examples will be made in this city. Sex can be the greatest display of power and dominance over anyone. I’ve used that power way before your daddy burst that nut that bought you into this world— in front of me. I have shared my knowledge with my girls to get what they deserved out of life as I did. Politicians, Business leaders, stock holders, even as basic as entertainers and athletes— some of my girls even made their way into working in Congress. A deadly combination of brain and seduction.”

Godmother motions her men to surround George. One of the men behind him begins to heavily tape up his hands. “Now. All I want to know is everything that there is to know about the men who’ve been mistreating my girls.”

“Look, I never seen these guys—“

George takes a sucker punch across his face from the man with hands taped, sending him across the room. Still on his feet, George continues to plead his case.

“I don’t know. Who these guys or who have been doing that shit to your girls.”

George takes a shot to his ribs, and then, a set of combination punches to the body and head. He collapses on his hands and knees, spitting up blood, his nose bloodied.

Godmother gets out of her chair and walked over to George. She motions her men to stand down and leave the room.

“Stand up.”

George staggered to his feet holding his ribs. Heavily beaten, he straightens himself as much as he can to the imposing Godmother.

“I have kept a close eye on you. One of my newest recruits has bought to my attention of a man who has taken beatings, aided her specifically. You have ears on the streets, and instead of me bringing brimstone to every street corner in Houston, you will pinpoint every insect for extermination that harms my girls.

“Is this some kind of job offer?” George getting his second wind.

“Yes.” Godmother pulls up a chair for George. “And you’re working directly for me. Undo your pants.”

George confused on what was ordered for him to do. “I think my concussion is getting to me.”

“I want you to work for me. You will be my ears in the smaller areas, you will be the shadow of my girls. You do this, the house will take care of you in any need you come across. Refuse and I’ll see that you won’t last another night. I’m about to make you an offer that you can’t refuse. But this is on me.”

Godmother unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her huge natural, dark chocolate breast, her bra barely can contain the weight of her tits. George awestruck at the sight of the ageless, physical beauty the Godmother, as he raises-up enough for her to remove his pants exposing his semi-erection.

“Quite impressive.” Godmother slowly jerks him off. “Why don’t you just relax.” She playfully licks the tip of his penis, then swallows George’s dick whole. Godmother pulls every trick in her dick sucking arsenal. She deep throats his dick to the point where she doesn’t gag, leaving his dick wet and warm in her throat. She slowly brings her head up with losing eye contact. She spits on his saliva covered dick, turning it into a slip-n-slide for her hand while continuing to jerk him off. George trying his best to take in the pleasure but the pain from the beating he took takes over. Godmother continues her oral assault on George.

“You’re not giving out on me, are you boy—“

George made a bold move by shoving his dick back inside the Godmother’s mouth.

“Shut it.”

George pumps his hips while baring the pain on his ribs, he puts a hand behind Godmother’s head shoots his sperm down her throat. Unable to swallow all of his cum, Godmother lunged back with the seman and saliva dribble from her chin.

“I haven’t had anyone do that to me, in a long time.” Godmother wipes herself off.

“Just displaying my dominance.” George smirked. He groped Godmother’s tits, pulls on her nipples causing her to moan.

“How about you show me how dominant you really are.”

George pulls down Godmother’s long skirt, stripping her of her panties. She makes no effort in removing her own clothing and undergarment.

An amused Godmother watching this young man after taking a beating, still have the energy to bust another nut. George spins her around on her desk, with no care which hole he entered, he plunged on ahead. Godmother’s expression quickly changes as she gets her tight asshole filled by George’s cock. With his dick still well lubricated from the oral job performed by Godmother, he managed to easily penetrate her rectum. Godmother hasn’t been used in this degree in many years since she began her brothel empire. George riding the waves of Godmother’s colossal ass, his hips plowing into two airbags, he reached over and grabbed a breast— he pulls and squeezes it.

Godmother knees buckled from the orgasm that has ran through her body. George spreads her cheeks, and continues to work her asshole. He slaps her ass causing her to scream in ecstasy. George pulls out of Godmother’s ass and released his last load of cum on her ass cheeks. For good measure, George with full force, slaps Godmother’s ass.

“Goddammit!” Godmother walking off the anal assault she received. She tries to sit in her chair, but her ass is sensitive, so she leans across her desk facing a seemingly accomplished George.

“Godmother. Offer. Accepted.” The adrenaline rush has came over George. He kneels over holding his injured ribs.

“Good. Get the fuck out.”

Godmother’s men comes in and picks George off the floor and dragged him out of the office as one of the boys.

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