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Sister's Pimp - Chapter
10
Jonathan put Megan to work while we rested
our weary bones. She slathered her hand and forearm with an ointment that would
neutralize the fiery stuff still eating away at his wife's raw, sore cunt. Of
course to get it where it belonged would require sis to fist the helpless woman
who was in a world of hurt. Fisting was not something that Megan knew too much
about since she had no reason to use it on her customers to date, and hadn't
become too involved in the lesbian thing except in the case of Ruthie. It was
up to Jonathan to instruct her in the fine art of fisting, and he took her
under his wing, just as I suspected he would. It was apparent that Megan would
be spending a lot more time here than yours truly, which was the way it was in
my business.
To keep Marian from obsessing over Megan's
fist moving up her super sensitive twat, I put her to work getting my dick hard
so I could fuck her ass. I got half my joint into her mouth and partially down
her gullet while Megan formed a fist and actually inserted it into Marian's
cunt. Fortunately my dick was doing a good job of blocking her throat so there
was little noise coming from her as Megan's fist inched its way deeper and
deeper into her fuck tunnel.
My freshly sheathed dick, sans the fire
paste, pumped away inside her throat, moving deeper, then being repelled by her
gag reflex. My eyes were drawn to her swollen tits that had taken on the
appearance of two purple-black bowling balls sagging to the sides of her body.
It made me think back to this older woman with huge tits that actually sagged
into her armpits while I fucked her. Like many ladies, this citizen of the
continent rarely shaved her pubic bush or armpits, making for some very strange
sights when her sweaty tits became tangled in her equally sweaty and very hairy
armpits.
Each time that Megan made a little inroad,
Marian's throat would go into a minor convulsion, fluttering against my
captured cock. It was a weird feeling, but one I began to enjoy as my sister's
fist moved a bit faster and Marian's pain from the paste lessened. Jonathan
opted to put Megan's hot pouty mouth to work stiffening his prick so he could
begin sodomizing his wife. I was fine in my present situation and just kept the
pressure on her with my rigid dick. About five minutes later I was asked to
lend a hand as Marian's husband wanted to retie his wife into a new position
making her asshole even easier to penetrate. Soon her ankles were pinned behind
her ears and anchored to the headboard making her entire ass available for
anything our perverted imaginations could dream up to do to that expanse of
pebbled flesh. I was quite impressed by the limber body Marian displayed while
we were getting her resettled.
Megan had been forced to remove her fist
from the woman while we pushed her bare body into this new configuration.
Jonathan then decided to make his wife suck his dick to rock hardness so he
could shove it so far up her asshole it might come out of her mouth. This
allowed Megan to reenter Marian's cunt and work some more of the ointment into
her damaged tunnel of fun. I just cooled my heels waiting for him to get
hard enough to begin stabbing his wife's
asshole with his thick joint. That would allow Megan to work on my cock so it would
be ready to spell him once he got tired from skewering his wife's tender
insides.
Less than ten minutes later he rammed his
rehardened cock into her tight asshole, blasting through the tough ring
guarding her rectum. It must have hurt quite a bit because she tried to scream,
but the only thing issuing from her battered throat was a high-pitched
whistling sound. I glanced around and saw that Megan was sitting on a pillow
just watching the fun, so I snuggled up against her and kissed those pert knockers,
moving from one to the other as Marian's asshole was warped, wrecked, ravaged
and almost totally ruined by her husband's onslaught. To my way of thinking
this was one weird couple. He dished it out and his wife took it. Lucky they
never had kids, or did they? I'd have to make a discrete inquiry on that matter
before we parted company.
Megan picked up the husband's signal for
her to get me ready and she started to gobble my cock with enthusiasm. In no
time at all I was ready. As soon as he pulled out to take a break and catch his
breath, my stiff prick was at the ready. Her asshole gaped wide from the brutal
pounding her husband had given it, and it was a simple matter to plug my cock
into her loosened asshole and begin sawing away as she grunted in rhythm with
my strokes. I couldn't resist fondling her swollen tits that were now jet
black. They felt waxy more than anything else. The skin was stetched so tightly
that it was impossible to even pinch those bowling balls. However her nipples
made inviting targets, and so I leaned forward and tried to bite them with
mixed resuts. I managed to put some serious dents in those fleshy nubbins, but
she failed to react since as far as she was concerned her tits were no longer
attached to her body. I could hear Jonathan laughing in the background at my
efforts to get some kind of reaction from his wife.
We swapped cocks a number of times and
after perhaps an hour of steady ass fucking Jonathan finally came, pulling his
condom off in time to give his wife's face another coating of his hot , but
somewhat diluted cum. For some odd reason his wife's lack of response to my
cock annoyed me and so I wrapped my hands around her neck and squeezed until
her eyes bulged and her tongue lolled from the corner of her mouth. Jonathan
thought that was hilarious and he urged me to see if I could make her face turn
blue before I let go. I noticed Megan
frowning, a signal to back off on what I was doing to the helpless woman. So I
finished by whacking off into her face like her husband had done, and then
watched Megan scooping up the cum and feeding it to Marian who acted like it
was a real treat. That woman was some kind of a sex, pain and humiliation pig
as far as I was concerned. It still wasn't obvious to me who was the rich one.
At times Jonathan acted like a first class gigolo, then he would change,
calling the shots and acting as if she was nothing but some pain toy it amused
him to have hanging around.
Jonathan did a funny thing after Megan
finished feeding his wife all the cum she could recover from her face and
chest. He stuffed her bikini bottoms into his wife's mouth and then came up
with some tape that he used to keep them in place. I listened to what he had to
say and watched Marian at the same time.
"Wait until you see what happens when
I cut the thongs buried in those big, partially fake tits. She'll do everything
but wet the bed. She knows what will happen if she does that. It took a month
for the marks on her ass to disappear, and her tits needed major surgery that
proved to be very painful, especially since I refused to let her have any pain
medication after her surgery. It made a lasting impression, and ever since
she's been a good trooper and lets me
have my jollies without any complaining during or afterward."
First we retied her into the spread-eagle
position on the bed. He amused himself by slapping those black bowling balls
from side to side. The look on Marian's face was one of dread.My guess is that
the poor bitch had undergone this treatment more than once in her life. Next he
located a metal pick from the array of toys on the bedstand. He feigned
stabbing her tits with it, coming so close that I shut my eyes rather than
watch that tool puncture her swollen tit meat. He got down to business and
loosened the dowels, allowing her tits to flop back onto her chest, but not to
their original position because the constant stretching of her pectoral muscles
had weakened them temporarily.
Now the fun began, getting at the leather
thongs that were on the verge of cutting through the stretched skin of her
tits. Her eyes bulged and sweat beaded her brow as he tried to get the metal
pick between the thong and her swollen tit. Twice he failed, the second time he
angrily slapped the stubborn tit bringing tears to her eyes. Now I got dragged
into the effort. He had me get my hands around her tit at the base and squeeze
for all I was worth, slightly reducing the pressure that kept the thong buried
deep in her flesh. My first try was a failure, as was the second. I had to take
a break to regain my strength. I was beginning to understand his frustration.
Taking a deep breath, I gave it everything I had.
Jonathan jabbed the pick into the area
separating the tit and thong, breaking the swollen skin which started to bleed,
but gaining the upper hand. I thought Marian's eyes were going to pop from
their sockets as her husband forced the thong away from her tit meat. Now it
was a simple matter to let me use a razor blade to cut the thong. It now was a
race against time to get the other tit freed before the full effect of the
blood returning to her tits took hold. Marian would then be in a world of hurt,
and she knew it.
Somehow, some way, working like a couple
of madmen, we managed to free Marian's othe tit from the thong. This one had
actually broken the skin in a few spots, and if left untouched she would have
been bleeding like a stuck pig in another hour or so. As it was she almost
swallowed her bikinis when the first wave of pain rolled over her bruised and
blackened tits. I could see from the look on Megan's face that she had lost
interest in this couple as clients. My sister was getting smart rather quickly.
These two were in a different league than us. We were soon to discover just how
outclassed Megan and myself actually were, a valuable lesson that neither of us
ever forgot.
To keep Marian from going completely crazy
from the pain racing through her tits, her husband ordered, yes ordered, Megan
to get busy and start eating his wife's pussy.The tone of his voice convinced
my sister that she should do as he told her. Still, she didn't escape the heavy
slap on her pert ass that he delivered because, as he said, she was too slow to
comply with his wishes. Then he turned to me and dropped the facade that he and
his wife were just a kinky couple looking to hit on some young stuff for a
little fun and games.
He told me that he wanted to spend some
time ass fucking my companion, whether she was my sister, a whore or some
runaway was none of this busness, but if I didn't take his deal he'd blow the
whistle on us immediately and it would be my word against his, and he was
rather well known in these parts. I knew when I was outgunned. I was a mere
gigolo and my underage sister was a prostitute; we stood no chance against him
and his wife, or whoever she was. All I wanted to do was maximize the money he
paid us and minimize the pain and suffering my little sister might have to
endure at his hands.
He laughed when I asked him for another
two thousand for a few hours with Megan, plus I'd stay in his suite, out of
sight except for a peek into his room once an hour. He countered with a total
offer of exactly half, which included the thousand they used to get our
interest. In addition I'd be allowed a phone call to his suite every hour until
midnight when I could come and pick up Megan. He offered to sweeten the pot by
arranging for his wife to accompany me and provide some entertainment while I
waited for him to get done ass fucking Megan. I took him up on that extra
benefit, hoping to get something from Marian that I could leverage into more
money from him.
An hour later I escorted his wife back to
my suite. She was in a world of hurt, but still game for some fooling around
provided there was no bondage or rough stuff. I had no problem meeting her
demands. The last thing I saw as we left the penthouse suite was Megan spread
out on the bed, securely strapped to the corners, pillows under her cute ass
and a pair of vibrators churning away inside her tight, young cunt. Jonathan
was straddling her and his cock was making her sound like a squawking duck as
it plowed mercilessly in and out of her throat. Tonight she was going to work
hard for her money. I just hoped no permanent harm would come to her. It sort of
reminded me of the sight whenI left for
college. There she was, naked as a jaybird, her body covered with cuts, welts
and bruises, with her head buried in mom's cunt while my father lit into her
torn up ass with his strap. Tonight the cast of characters had changed some,
but Megan was still the one on the receiving end of things.
(To be continued-rolf palsy)
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