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Sister's Pimp - Chapter 15
Sis took a deep breath and launched into her story about what happened at the suite while I was away. As soon as they were alone Jonathan ordered Megan onto the bed and began tying her up in such a position as to make her asshole easily accessible. At that moment she knew what kind of an evening it was going to be. She almost wet herself when he stuffed a pair of Marian's ripe panties into her mouth and used a convenient roll of duct tape that he just happened to have in his valise to keep them in place. Megan almost passed out from fear when he pulled out a recorder and set the camera up to show her totally exposed body. He calmed her down by telling her that he always taped his sex sessions, but only for his own files. Jonathan didn't need any money, so they stayed in his locked safe unless he was showing them to friends.
Satisfied that all was in readiness, he stroked himself to hardness and then began to brutally sodomize her. He pounded her mercilessly, not seeming to be interested in anything except the terrified expression on her face. When he got close to spurting, he backed his cock out and amused himself by rubbing it over her stiff-nippled tits until he was ready to "go deep" again. The first time it took him almost an hour before he let out a bellow and creamed her bowels with his initial load of cum. By this time she was beginning to bleed, but not in any great quantity.
After removing her gag, he focused the camera to capture her in close-up mode licking and sucking off everything that his cock had picked up while he was ass fucking her. Megan was hard pressed not to vomit, but her failure this time didn't seem to bother him, for as he told her, they had all night to get it right. He then put her to work sucking his cock until it was hard enough to resume ass fucking his teenaged victim. After gagging her he started to plow open her loosening asshole, all the while telling her about all the young "teens" he had done this very same thing to over the years. He also mentioned his trips to Asia where he nailed plenty of young stuff in hotel rooms and had his efforts captured on tape. In those countries the "girls" were all thirteen, no matter how young or old they looked.
The second anal rape was brutal. Megan was only fifteen and not as limber as a gymnast. Her muscles started cramping from the awkward position she was forced to assume, with her legs pulled up and back to be anchored at the ankles no more than a few inches from her ears. This time he took his time and dealt her one crunching blow after another, without any fear of cumming prematurely. He drilled her out until there was a small pool of blood collecting beneath her battered asshole. Megan passed out and nearly swallowed her gag, causing him to have to pause to retrieve the gag and put it back into her mouth properly.
This time he picked up the pace and nearly ruptured her colon from the force generated by his thick cock as it plowed deep into her tight channel. This time after he had flooded her colon with his sperm, and she was cleaning off his bloody cock with her mouth, she vomited and he let out a whoop of happiness at this display. Indeed the camera had caught everything in all its ugliness, and he was completely satisfied to the point that he called housekeeping to clean up the mess Megan had made of the bedding. The woman who came spoke no English and took care of everything without comment. He tipped her lavishly and she left, blind to what she had just seen, including a wasted Megan in her robe looking as if she was passed out in the chair by the window. After making sure that she wasn't bleeding too badly, he called and had Megan picked up by yours truly.
Mom insisted that I perform anallingus on my sister as an apology for putting her in such a terrible situation, while she described the new opportunity she had discovered quite by accident. Megan wasted no time pulling down her panties and stretching her tight body out on the couch so I could begin to work on her butthole with my tongue and anything else she might suggest I insert. So I got busy and mom told us a very interesting story concerning a woman she met in the supermarket the other day.
Mom happened to notice this very attractive woman in her early forties, rather overdressed for shopping. One thing led to another and she introduced herself when she saw that the lady in question seemed to be having a difficult time selecting from among all the brightly colored boxes and jars of everything under the sun. Her perfume was intoxicating and mom's knees began to get weak as she got close enough to get a good view of her clevage, not to mention her well groomed hair and tastefully made-up face. If there ever was lust at first sight, this was it.
Mom suggested they take a break and have some coffee at the little alcove off to the side of the main aisles. Martine Calvert had recently emigrated to America and was having some difficulty coping with this new land and its strange customs. This was her first time out shopping and she was totally confused. All the while mom was staring at her bosom when she wasn't checking out her legs that belonged on someone ten years younger at least. Martine certainly did not lack for sophistication, and thus her evaluation of mom was more subtle, but quite thorough. One thing led to another and the two of them formed a joint food shopping expedition that was most successful, and led to Martine inviting mom to her place located nearby.
Mom was taken aback by the tastefully furnished apartment in which her new friend lived. It said money, in large denominations. Martine gave her a tour that ended in the bedroom featuring a custom made bed and a marvelous view of the city. Before she knew what had happened she was half naked and ardently kissing Martine's carmined lips. The woman reciprocated by worming her tongue into mom's mouth and gently squeezing her shapely, but enhanced tits. In less time than it takes to tell, they were both naked, their bodies entwined and the smell of wet pussy beginning to fill the room.
Over the next few hours they periodically came up for air and to regain their strength that had been depleted by the near constant orgasms they produced in each other. Mom had finally met the woman of her dreams and Martine had made her first new friend in America. Like some European women, Martine eschewed the razor when it came to her underarms and pubic region. That was fine with mom who quickly developed a taste for these delightful playgrounds.
In bits and pieces Martine revealed a life of pampered luxury, produced by the many long term relationships she had with men and a few women, all of them powerful and rich. Unfortunately her last liaison was with a well known politician that went sour as they sometimes do. In exchange for a rather large sum of money that came from the family of the politician's wife, she was bought off and agreed to take up residence in the US, a land with which she had some passing familiarity from previous extended trips.
Mom let it slip about what she did while in the throes of passion, just after Martine had eaten her cunt until she saw stars and felt as if her body was melting into a puddle of pussy juice. Her companion squealed with delight at this revelation and urged her to tell all. Mom did her best to put a positive spin on her activities, claiming she was doing it merely to support her two children until they established themselves financially. Both Megan and I acted insulted, and warned mom she would have to pay for this slight, and not just with money either.
She in turn commented that she had little excess energy these days thanks to Martine's knowing tongue and other tools she planned to employ to further reduce her new-found friend to total subservience. I let mom know in no uncertain terms that Martine Calvert would have to demonstrate her ability before I would even consider her for employment in my organization. That brought a laugh from both of my moneymakers. To be honest, I was quite excited about the opportunity to get my hands on this woman and sincerely hoped that she would enjoy working with us.
Megan insisted that I continue working on her asshole since I'd finally gotten it right and she didn't want to have me waste more asshole sucking time learning how to do it correctly again. I was too busy enjoying the way her little brown eye was winking at me every so often that I just kept on "trucking" to her delight. So she started the tale of Tracy Klunder and was I amazed!
According to the way Megan told it, little Tracy got very jealous of the budding relationship between her and Ruth Klunder. She had walked in on the twosome on a number of occasions to find them naked and locked pussy to mouth, grinding and groaning as they got each other off again and again while the little teen teaser gawked at their antics. Although Tracy was almost as old as my sister, she lacked some of the equipment that was normally necessary to be known as a tramp, like Megan. My sister wasn't even enrolled at Arnold Palmer High thanks to the home schooling "grift" her parents had used to keep her working at her father's dream to make Megan a super whore before she was sixteen.
Megan had a full blown set of tits that were on their way to perhaps becoming C or even D-cup size. Tracy's were just buds starting to poke out from her flat chest. While Megan had been battling the issue of pubic hair since she was twelve, Tracy had what was at best described as peach fuzz, which I personally thought was kind of cute. Poor Tracy even had a high pitched voice that gave her peers reason to nickname her "Squeaky". Admittedly Megan's advice and support when it came to the new Tracy and her wardrobe had worked wonders, but she still lacked the credentials associated with a teenaged slut. So Tracy decided to go for the gold and seduce a teacher, a male teacher.
She started by becoming the class ballbreaker and soon she had her name on a permanent seat in detention, step one on the road to sluthood. Tracy upped the ante by refusing to wear panties to class. She'd sit in her assigned seat and flash her peach fuzz covered slit to any male teacher who cared to look her way. One of the women teachers, jealous of the competition from this budding tramp, reported her to the school principal, Niles Nailer.
He in turn had a heart-to-heart with her, featuring an over the lap spanking of her bare butt in the presence of his live-in secretary who acted as a witness that nothing sexual occurred. Tracy did however get very, very wet and this only incentivized her to go for the whole enchilada, namely the principal himself. All that tactic caused was Tracy Klunder was selected, under threat of instant expulsion, to become a member of the second session of Camp Fukalot, his concept for lowering the sexual boiling point of his school's teen tramps to a manageable level.
Tracy wasted no time lowering her sights and in the space of a week she was given rides home from detention that featured detours to nearby teachers' apartments where her new mentors eliminated all evidence of her former virginity, much to her relief. This in turn led to a burst of confidence and her cumming out party that culminated in the gangbang she was now planning to blame on a group of unidentified students from another local high school, yet to be determined. Tracy's mother was in on the ruse in hopes of landing some new men, claiming the only thing she loved better than a man in uniform was the same man out of hisuniform.
We laughed and gave Megan a round of applause for her version of Tracy's gangbang, definitely more accurate than the cock and bull story I'd been given. Now Megan and her mother turned their attention to yours truly and prepared to hear my adventures over the last day or so. I hoped my story would be as entertaining as theirs. It began with Pat Bromback's frantic call and ended in Ruth Klunder's bedroom, neatly tying up the loose ends concerning Tracy's gangbang. It also would set the stage for the next round of client needs that were definitely on the horizon.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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