Sister's Pimp

                                Sister's Pimp - Chapter 9

 

 

      Those of you who have followed this story realize that it's been seven months since anything has been posted. There are a number of reasons for this that I'll not use as excuses. Suffice to say it was necessary to allow more than just this story to flourish, so it had to be tabled for a time. Now there is sufficient material to allow a guarantee that there will be at least two chapters posted per month starting with this posting. I hope those of you who enjoyed the first few chapters will give the rest of this story another opportunity. I think you will be well rewarded.

 

 

 

      Megan slept the sleep of the innocent, a good trick considering she was a whore. By the time she awoke I was already up and about, having gone down to the lobby to pick up a few odds and ends. I arrived back at our suite to be greeted by a thoroughly chastened teenager. Megan quickly offered her ass as she promised last night, but I deferred that pleasure until later, suggesting we go downstairs for breakfast and then take the sun by the pool that we had checked out last evening. From the relieved look on her face it was apparent that being fucked in the ass first thing in the morning wasn't exactly my sister's cup of tea, even if it was to be done by her pimp brother.

 

      When we hit the pool area, Megan's skimpy bikini that left very little to the imagination caught the eye of nearly everyone who had a pulse, and that included some of the ladies as well. The bikini was not designed for babes featuring big tits or plenty of meat on their bones. On my still maturing sister it was ideal; however in all candor, I preferred her naked at all times. Still, it was fun to watch the other folks watching Megan as she gave them a good show.

 

      I nodded off in the warm sun and was roused from my nap by a woman's voice inquiring if my companion and I would like to join her and her husband for a bit of lunch at their suite. When she casually pointed at the very top of the building as the location of their suite, both Megan and I got very interested. We could smell the money if we played our cards right. Our brunette hostess looked to be in her forties with a set of large tits that might be somewhat enhanced, a belly that was just beginning to protrude from the confines of the brief bikini bottom that hugged her body, and an ass that sagged just a tad. There was no doubt that her face had been altered to remove many of the signs of premature aging brought on by too much sun. On my gigolo scale of one to ten, she was a solid seven.

 

      We followed her swaying hips as she led us over to meet her husband. His suit was made of spandex and showed off his rather impressive equipment. His eyes were like lasers as he mentally undressed my sister and liked what he saw. Megan took a few deep breaths and wiggled her butt just a bit to let him know that she was impressed by what she saw. The man was older, maybe fifty, but in great shape. It didn't take me long to figure that we were dealing with sexual pedators, out for some young stuff to satisfy their needs. We decided to play along with them until it came time to negotiate for Megan's services. If that proved fruitless we would just take our leave and go back to our suite where Megan would give up her booty as promised, and I would plunder it until she begged for mercy.

 

      While we waited for lunch to arrive, the little dance began. It started with some compliments about Megan's freshness and looks, with accent on her figure which seemed to be made for the bikini she was wearing. It moved from that to whether we were newly weds or just friends. That's when Megan dropped the bomb on them, confessing that we were brother and sister just enjoying a weekend before returning home. I thought the husband was going to have a heart attack in his eagerness to get Megan into bed. His wife was much cooler, merely observing that we did look like a loving couple on their honeymoon. Then with a sigh she looked towards her husband and smiled.

 

      "Well Jonathan, you were correct and I guess I owe you a thousand dollars. Isn't it possible that you'll just settle for my bare, bound body for you to do with as you so choose. I know, why don't you ask our young friends if they might be interested in joining you in giving me what I deserve for being so easily taken in by them. To sweeten the pot I'd be willing to give the money to our guests for their troubles. After all, you know that you certainly don't need my thousand dollars considering what's in our joint account that you can dip into anytime you feel like it."

 

      So, I wasn't the only gigolo in the room it seemed. I wondered just what the deal was between these two.  Who knows, maybe once she was tied up and I got a crack at her, I might worm the truth from her. In the meantime Megan and I struggled to keep from smiling at the way things were turning out. This would more than cover our expenses for this weekend rendezvous, we'd have some kinky fun and perhaps even make a useful contact for the future. Promptly after a light lunch and a lot of talk about what we would be doing to the "unlucky" Marian, we moved the party to the bedroom which had been prepared long before we set foot in the suite.

 

      There were straps attached to the corners of the huge bed as well as an extra set on the headboard. Lined up on the bedstands was an awesome collection of toys ranging from dildos to vibrators, plus tubes of various lubricants and stimulants to make sure that Marian stayed awake and got the full effect of the various things that were going to be done to her plumpish, curvy body. Unspoken, but hanging in the air was the issue of what role Megan would be playing in this little scene. Since my sister was now a full fledged professional sex worker, a  whore to most people, I expected her to do whatever the customer or customers wanted.

 

      Marian proved to be an eager victim and we wasted no time taking advantage of that. She got naked in record time and revealed a pubic mound that had been waxed to perfection and an all-over tan that was the product of many long hours beneath the ultraviolet lamps of a tanning bed. Jonathan proudly remarked that the operators of the special spa open only to the wealthiest and most kinky clients hired only lesbian sadists and they just loved to put Marian through the wringer every time she came in for her weekly bikini waxing or tanning bed appointments. Rarely did she leave without having a high colonic procedure or a vaginal tightening that would make her husband think he had just married a virgin.

 

      She confessed that her big tits were the product of the best plastic surgeon in the country who she visited every other year to make sure her bolt-ons were rejuvenated or replaced. Marian also underwent lengthy liposuction procedures that kept her thighs and ass nearly free of cellulite and almost as firm as a teenager. It turned out that her "husband", if that was his proper title, was heavy into teenagers and  slavering at the chance to add Megan's tight cunt to his collection of conquests. For what she was paying us, they both could have as much of Megan as they wanted this afternoon, but her asshole was reserved for my exclusive use, no matter how much was offered. That's at least what I thought at the time, but being a business man first, last, and always, when Jonathan upped the ante significantly, Megan's asshole became their's for the evening.

 

      Marian was stretched out on the bed, her wrists and ankles secured by thick straps, and a couple of pillows under her ass to elevate her cunt as well as expose her asshole for our little games. Jonathan noosed his wife's big tits with leather thongs that he twisted so tightly they disappeared into her fleshy mounds. He anchored them to the bed corners and used a wooden dowel to tighten them until Marin's eyes teared. Satisfied that she was hurting big time he suggested that we flip a coin to see who would fuck his wife first. He also asked Megan to strip down and have Marian begin eating her pussy while we were occupied with fucking her cunt until it was raw. My sister grinned as she displayed her naked body to Jonathan, who opened his robe to reveal his twitching cock, a fair-sized piece of meat that had Megan licking her lips in anticipation like the good whore she had become.

 

      I won the flip and donned one of the condoms, selecting a thick-walled type covered with ribs as well as stategically located bumps to rub the lady's cunt walls and clit until they were so sore that blowing on her fat sex button or merely inserting one of the dildos would be enough to get her off. I lubed up the condom with some hot sauce, a gel that when heated would irritate the sensitive membrane guarding her cunt. She was too engrossed with Megan's hairless pussy mound to notice what I was preparing to do to her.  Jonathan gave me the thumbs-up sign as I began rubbing the tip of the condom up and down his wife's juicing slot, teasing her before I rammed it home.

 

      Marian nearly bit off Megan's cunt lip when I drove my cock three quarters of the way into her twat in one quick thrust. Then I got down to some serious stroking and that forty-something babe started moaning and shaking as I put it into high gear. Meanwhile Jonathan was amusing himself by biting his wife's jugs from the nipple out to the edge, leaving behind some major marks that might take a week to disappear. I wondered if she would be out by the pool trolling for fresh cock tomorrow despite all the marks we'd no doubt leave all over her semi-svelte body. Those thoughts disappeared as her cunt put my dick into a hammer lock and held on for dear life as I tried to bury the entire length into her juicy furrow. Megan helped me out by cutting off Marian's air supply with her pussy.

 

      Soon Marian was limp as an eel and I had a field day blasting away deep inside her box.By now the hot sauce was beginning to work its magic as well and that made her cunt even more fun to fuck. Soon she was screaming into Megan's cunt as the pain increased dramatically. The hot sauce was living up to its reputation and Jonathan was delighted to the point that he was twisting his wife's nipples so hard that it looked as if he was going to tear them loose from her big enhanced tits. I pulled out to catch my breath and give her a little respite from the broiling her twat was taking. However I couldn't resist tormenting her clit by rubbing some of the hot sauce onto that fat love button to make her squirm.

 

      Joathan joned in the fun and soon we were tag-teaming his wife who was nearly out of her mind from the vicious plowing  her pussy was undergoing plus the hot sauce that seemed to be eating away the lining of her cunt; however it merely felt that way, nothing more. Megan got bored with Marian's tongue on her cunt so she did a one-eighty and presented her asshole for her victim's attention. My sister was amazed at how well Marian's tongue felt worming its way up her bunghole.  Her husband decided that it would be nice if we gave her a couple of loads right in her face, maybe even in her eyes where it would really sting for a time. So wth Megan's help I taped Marian's eyes open and let my sister suck me to the point I could shoot off within seconds.

 

      That's when Jonathan made his move on Megan and asked her to do the same for him. Her eyes were dancing as she wrapped her lips around his joint and began working to get his balls ready to unload the sperm that was churning away down below.  I covered his wife's face with a creamy coating of my white stuff, getting plenty in her eyes. Less than half a minute later, Jonathan delivered a load at point blank range and her eyes now looked like two fried eggs. We gave each other a high five and settled back to take a breather before the next round which he informed me would be anal, which was not on his wife's top ten of things she liked done to her helpless body. To show his heart was in the right place, he decided that we'd avoid using the hot sauce when we fucked her asshole.

 

      Megan had gotten busy scooping off the drying cum from Marian's face and feeding it to her as we watched and chuckled at her distress. That gave Joathan another idea and soon he was running a gigantic wheel vibrator up and down his wife's sore slit. The slotted plastic wheel tunneled from one end of her cunt mouth to the other, grinding away at the sensitive flesh that it was now exposing. Marian let out a loud groan and added a torrent of pussy juice to the mess being created between her cunt lips. So on top of everything else this hot woman was a squirter. I mentally moved her rating up to an eight, since I never had a client who possessed this capability. Evidently she needed plenty of stimulation to encourage her to loose this magic elixer over the surrounding environs; I was determined to make sure she got my best effort the next time I had a chance to take a run at her cunt.

 

                        (To be continued-rolf palsy)