Sister's Pimp

                                     Sister's Pimp - Chapter 13

       I awoke first, but before I could get out of bed mom rolled over and gave me a faceful of tit. What a nice way to start the day I thought. However before mom and I could pick up at where we left off last night, there was this matter of a full bladder I had to handle. She was in the same fix and so we wound up making our way to the bathroom to relieve ourselves and then hopefully get in a little snuggling and fucking before starting the day in the outside world. Always the gentleman I allowed mom to take a seat on the toilet while I waited.

       She looked up at me and gave me a grin as she cupped her big tits and presented them to me for my inspection. The nipples were rock hard and that didn't do much to relieve my morning piss hard-on. Then mom challenged me to pee all over her tits while she relieved herself. The sight of her piss streaming from between her fat cunt lips and dribbling over her thighs only made my dick stiffer, and I knew I was in deep yogurt as far as water sports were concerned. She finished and wagged her finger at me like I was a little boy again. I had to promise to pee on her before the day was over; something I would be only too happy to deliver on.

       Mom wasn't done with me yet. She got up and stood beside me as I tried to go. Then she wrapped her hand around my super stiff cock and began to jerk it slowly, all the time licking my ear. I had to beg her to leave me alone before my bladder exploded. She gave my dick a hard squeeze and stuck her tongue in my ear before taking her time leaving, exaggerating the movement of her outstanding  ass cheeks as she headed back to bed. That woman was going to make a wreck out of me unless I went on the offensive.

       She was spread out on the bed, holding her cunt lips apart to show me the pink and her very angry red, swollen clitoris that she must have been strumming like a ukulele ever since she got back into bed. I almost attacked her in my eagerness to bury the bone into that juicing clam. I gave my hot mother one major pounding and she loved each and every stroke she got. I probably deserved to have my gigolo license suspended for the way I mistreated my best client, caring only for my own selfish needs, which fortunately dovetailed neatly with her own. She suggested a rematch as soon as I caught my breath, but I had to defer since there was major business ahead today with a client, namely Ruth Klunder and her hot-to-trot daughter, Tracy.

       As I drove over to the Klunder place I thought about what had been transpiring these last few days. Mom and I were getting close, very close, not a bad thing. Megan and I still had not resolved our relationship to my  satisfaction. Business was booming, but on the verge of getting out of hand. Then there was the matter of Dr. Daniel Patterson, cosmetic surgeon to the elite, the beautiful people as well as the not so beautiful people who just happened to have lots of money for his unique services. In the best of all possible worlds he and mom would become a couple and at the same time support my ambitions to become a super pimp/gigolo.

       It seemed that the longer my clientele list became, the less fun I had. Instead of bedding and boinking my clients, I was worrying about how to take care of their various problems, to wit their children. Oh for the good old days when I was just a kept man and had one function, and it didn't involve over or undersexed teenagers. That led to the conflict between what mom told me about Megan's condition and what my sister said in begging off to making this visit to Ruthie and her oversexed daughter. Was there something going on that I wasn't in on? I'd soon find out. Last, but certainly not least was why hadn't Mrs. Bromback called this morning after ten as I had asked? I didn't even want to speculate on that one!

       It turned out that there was something going on that I didn't know about, and I picked up on it as soon as the door opened and Mrs. Klunder ushered me inside. Usually I'd get a welcoming kiss and a good rubbing from my client whether I was visiting her or her daughter. Normally that robe she wore would somehow open to reveal lots of Mrs. Klunder and that forest of pubic hair guarding her cunt. That was not the case today. I decided that caution was the watch word, let her make the first move, whatever it might be. It didn't take long in coming. "My daughter is upstairs in bed. What happened to her last night is partially your fault." The air suddenly felt icy cold, and I discovered I lacked the proper clothing for the climate.

       Tracy Klunder was propped up by pillows, and to one side was one of her favorite stuffed animals. All the little cock-teaser needed was a halo over her empty head. Someone or ones had nailed the little prick teaser last night, and it was my fault for not being around to protect Mrs. Klunder's little darling. I played it cool and waited for the obligatory tale of woe from the aggreived party, all ninety-three lying pounds of her. Ruthie settled herself down on the bed next to her precious whore-in-training daughter and urged the urchin to speak. I decided to stand my ground in more ways than one. This way the two of them had to look up to me, a little trick I had learned in my former dealings with more than one outraged client who thought she had paid too much for what she got.

       As the tyke got started telling me her version of what happened last night, I enjoyed the view of those puffy nipples, one of her best features, poking through the almost transparent teddy she was wearing. She was on her second date of the night; the first one had not gone well since her date wanted more than the blowjob he received. Her gallant date had not only removed her soaked thong and given her juicy twat a nice lick, he had told her he was taking them for a souvenir of what he hoped would be a memorable encounter of the most intimate kind. Tracy had been sorely tempted, especially when he pulled her top up and feasted on her braless tits, sucking the nipples until they were like two little erasers. By then she had fished his super hard cock from his pants and was jacking him off at a nice pace while she enjoyed his fat tongue washing her tits from top to bottom.

       Without warning someone who was hiding in the back seat of the car grabbed her around the neck and started choking her. She passed out and the next thing she remembered was waking up in a strange house without any clothes on, and surrounded by a bunch of teenage boys, most of whom she recalled dating at one time or another during the last few weeks. To her horror she discovered that her hands were tied behind her back and something that tasted awful was filling her mouth. Her most recent date stood over her and said that she had teased her last dude. Before they let her go she was going to be fucked silly by every guy in the room and probably more than once. He also added that he hoped she wasn't on any kind of birth control so there would be a good chance that she'd be pregnant when they were done with her.

       Poor "innocent" Tracy lost count of the number of guys who fucked her tight little pussy until early in the morning. There were short ones, long ones, fat ones and skinny ones. Most were cut, but not all. A few felt good, most of them didn't. Guys with big cocks used them to hurt her. Guys with small ones usually slapped her face and twisted her nipples while they were fucking her. A lot of them spit in her face during or after they got done fucking her. Pictures were taken almost constantly and they told her if she told anyone about this they would put some of the pictures on the Internet, send some to the school plus other parents, and sell the rest overseas.

       Lots of them did her more than once, and they caused plenty of major pain and suffering by then. One guy with a fairly average sized cock did her four times, and the last time he made her bleed so much that they stopped doing her. Then they dragged her into the bathroom and put her in the tub so they could stand around and pee on her as she lay in a pool of piss that got deeper and deeper before the last guy was finished peeing all over her. A couple of the guys carried her stark naked body out to a car and put her in the trunk.

       They released her, still tied and gagged, about a block from her house and told her she'd get it even worse the next time if she ever started teasing her dates again. Somehow Tracy managed to get back to her house without being seen. At this point the little cock teaser pulled back the covers to show me her raw, puffy cunt, proof positive that she had indeed been gangbanged. I really felt bad that I hadn't had a chance to nail this little twat before the gang did, but I figured there would be plenty of time for that, since she and her mother were not going to do anything rash, including firing their friendly neighborhood gigolo.

       At my suggestion, Ruthie met with me in her bedroom. She was very angry and so I decided it was time to give the lady a break from reality to take her mind off her troubles, which to me were nothing more than her dumb daughter's growing pains. I'd have Megan over here this afternoon to take care of both of them, no matter how long it took. There was still the matter of Mrs. Bromback and her twins, but I'd be able to handle that and still have some time left over to do mom the way she deserved to be done.

       While all this was turning over in my mind, Ruth Klunder shrugged off her robe to reveal lots of Ruth, which demanded lots of my attention. I made a note to add this to my bill for the month. She evidently hadn't been too distraught since she wore my favorite outfit, a garter belt that framed her hairy cunt, black stockings and an open nipple bra. Those nipples were her second best feature, after her tight, wet cunt, and they were stiff as glass right now. It looked like it was going to be hand-to-hand combat for a good long time, and I hoped I'd be up to it, in more ways than one.

       I began my assault by licking the insides of her thighs to tease her. Licking turned into kissing and then sucking, as I moved my base of operations closer to her fat-lipped cunt mouth. Her springy pubic hair was an obstacle that always caused me grief by making me sneeze. Now I used this weakness as a strength, sneezing forcefully and directly into her cunt, making her yelp and push her pussy upwards. If I was quick enough, and I was, I managed to nip the hanging flab from her butt, causing her even more embarrassment.

       Then it was a frontal attack on that hairy jungle guarding her best feature. I gnawed at her flesh and strained her pubic hair on my way to her snatch. I pushed my tongue into that juicy, warm cavern and let her know in no uncertain terms that this was just a reconnaissance before the main push into her well fortified snatch. Ruthie spread her thighs in abject surrender and whispered for me to do my worst, or was it best. I clambered up that fleshy form and planted my cock in her cunt with one quick thrust. She moaned and wiggled her body to seat my staff properly before allowing me to pound away at her sensitive fuck tunnel to my heart's content.

       For reasons I could not understand I was on top of my game, not to mention Ruth Klunder's quivering body. At one point I had my tongue half way down her throat, both nipples stretched to their limit and my cock almost touching bottom, all at the same time. She must have thought she was being gangbanged by a bunch of midgets. Ruth surprised me with her agility, wrapping her thighs around my hips to keep my cock buried in her convulsing cunt. She managed to work her tongue into my mouth and we swapped spit by the minute as I plowed that hot, wet furrow for all I was worth. All good things must come to an end and so I finally splattered the walls of her fuck tunnel with my offering. Even after blowing my nuts, I still had enough left over to squeeze her buns until she squeaked while I dry fucked her with my three quarter hard cock. She begged for more, but I explained that I had other clients to comfort in their hour of need.

       As I dressed, she shamelessly masturbated, her eyes focused on me as she strummed her fat clit until her fingers were a blur. I was sorely tempted, but Mrs. Bromback needed my assistance as well, not to mention dear old mom who would probably put me through the wringer just for giggles. I did one more good deed, giving Ruthie the phone number of a doctor I knew who didn't ask questions when it came to underage teens needing some moral support as well as access to the morning after pill and a very thorough pelvic examination with all the trimmings to make sure that nothing had been displaced or worse still, infected. Then I baited the hook and watched Ruth take it, as I casually mentioned that Megan, Tracy, Ruth and I had to get together very soon to physically mend any fences that might have been damaged by what occurred last night. I thought she was going to pass out from the way she suddenly began hyperventilating.

                               ( To be continued - rolf palsy )