Killing Daddy Blue

They rode his hard body eagerly until one by one the girls began to find each other's bodies. Barbie took a breast in each hand, licking and sucking first Maria's and then Holly's while they then returned the favor. Lana discovered the pleasure of Holly's silver maned cunt, inserting a finger there and then her thumb into the soft puckered anus as the golden haired beauty moaned loudly in delight. The louder her friend moaned the harder Lana pulled on the wriggling foot buried in her overheated body, desperately trying to get it all in. It was better than any cock she had ever had, hard, warm and alive like no other sensation. She wondered why she hadn't thought of this before.

For what seemed like hours the girls rode their benefactor until true to their word they turned him, and themselves, into mush. With a loud groan Granger began the most powerful climax of his life. Somewhere in the back of his tormented brain he could hear other sounds like his own, higher pitched moans, as the soft flesh that engulfed him began to quiver. Anastasia ground her tight hips into his lap forcing him ever deeper into her hungry nest. With no room to play, Holly licked at her friend's puckered anus then reached over her leg and found the warm clitoris, stroking it lightly but firmly. The Russian went wild, flinging her head back, the thick red hair like a lush flame flailed behind her as she cried out in climax. Deep inside her, the thick jets of cum began bathing her overheated vagina. She loved the feel of it, her vaginal muscles milking the big cock of all it had. It's what made her such a good prostitute.

Feeling the two bodies above her in the throes of passion, Holly rubbed the throbbing clit harder, forcing Anastasia to climax again, and again until she could hardly stand the pleasure of it. Disengaging herself from the rapidly deflating cock, Anastasia took hold of Holly's hand, the fingers still buried in her cunt, and dragged the hapless little blond away from the others. She laid back on the heavily carpeted floor, directing Holly's mouth to her still overheated quim. Needing no further direction, the young prostitute straddled the Russian's face with her own hips, lowering her mound onto the eager mouth. With powerful contractions the redhead began to disgorge the thick contents of her vagina into the waiting mouth as Holly squealed in delight while her friend's hard tongue drove into her lush cunt. Licking and sucking furiously, Holly happily drank the warm mixture of cum and lubricating fluids from Anastasia's body, still teasing the clit, making the Russian beauty climax over and over again.

Lana climbed off the upturned foot, her cunt satisfied, and decided that even a deflating cock should not go to waste. Grasping the hot, wet meat she began to stroke it slowly, feeling the throbbing life inside. Gradually it began to swell again. "That-a-boy", she said quietly and sucked it deep into her mouth, sliding her tongue around the prize as she drove it ever deeper into her throat. She held it there as long as she could, feeling the blood flow through the big veins, sucking hard on him until the firmness returned.

Granger had learned long ago that if he made his cock throb and jump it gave his ex-wife pleasure, maybe it would be the same with a deep throat blow job. He was not disappointed. Lana shook her head from side to side and drove the beast as deep into her throat as it would go, came up for a deep breath of air and shoved the throbbing cock back into her throat once again, her chin resting on his sweating ball sack. Not even Anastasia's sweet cunt had felt as good as this woman's mouth, he thought. Thrusting his hips, he began fucking her sweet mouth as she moaned in delight.

Soaked from her own juices and the sucking mouth between her tight legs, Barbie was reaching the point where she could no longer climax. She had cum so many times as Granger sucked and teased her clit she was just about worn out from it all. She held his head in her hands now, as though trying to pull it into her. Barbie loved being eaten. His tongue drove deep into her tender slit, tasting the sweetness of her, his teeth grazing her clit as she pulled his head ever tighter into her nest. With a shudder and a quiet squeal she climaxed for the final time and rolled off of him. She bent her face to him and kissed him, tasting her own juices. "Thank you, that was marvelous," she said. "Let's do it again soon."

Now it was Honey's turn to ride the man's mouth. "Shove it in deep," she demanded as she lowered her silver maned quim onto his tired, waiting tongue.

"Come to poppa," he moaned, pulling her hips onto his hungry mouth with his one free hand. His other hand was still buried deep in Maria's wet gash. She had managed to get the whole thing inside her up to the wrist and was riding it as she cried out in ecstasy.

There was no doubt left in Granger's clouded mind that he had inherited the finest bunch of hookers on the streets, or that he would in fact become their pimp. Not the job he had trained for in school, but what the hell. He had the feeling that his instructors would be jealous of his choice of working partners if they knew.

Late the following afternoon the house began to show signs of life again. The smells from the kitchen area began to waft throughout the house as Anastasia cooked a breakfast fit for any gourmet while Holly assisted. The women shared chores keeping the house clean and tidy, the clothes washed and food in the pantry.

"So," began Granger as they sat down to eat, "how did Daddy Blue handle the money?"

"You're kidding, right?" Maria shot back.

"No."

"Simple really," replied Lana "he took it from us and spent it. What he didn't spend we used to buy food for ourselves. You didn't think he actually let us keep any of it did you?"

"That's why I asked," he replied, "I've never been an actual pimp before, so I don't really have a clue as to how this is supposed to work."

Several long seconds of silence followed this obvious bit of information while the women thought about the implications of his words.

"Look," he began again, "I propose starting this as a business. We, or rather you, offer a service to the community for which you are paid a healthy sum. Under the old management system, you received no benefit other than the requirement that you perform a task you all seem to enjoy." He stopped and looked into the eyes of his "employees" for a moment, noticing that none of them disputed his assumption. They did in fact all seem to enjoy their work. "The payment you received went directly to Daddy Blue who used the fruits of your labor for his own pleasure without much regard for you."

There was general agreement to this obvious statement.

"But that's what a pimp does," offered Holly, "they put girls on the street to make them money so they can look and live good." She regretted saying anything that might sound like she was standing up for Daddy Blue, but the truth was that pimps made their money from the girls they put on the streets. Why didn't he see that?

"You're exactly right," returned Granger warming up to his subject, "and what does the girl get? Very little, if I read it right, and a beating if she doesn't perform to some unwritten and totally arbitrary standard which can change at any given moment. Which of course is meant to keep you all off guard and in line. The problem as I see it is that the system has worked for thousands of years. I just want to change things a bit. We already have an established business, name recognition, and a firm client base if your earlier conversations were to be believed."

"Da?" exclaimed Anastasia reverting to her native Russian language for a moment, "so what changes? You won't beat us quite so often? Less tricks to turn, what?"

"I don't propose to ever beat you at all for anything, and to actually pay you, get you health insurance, and a retirement fund. Let's face it, a girl on the street has a short working life span. Clients want younger girls. As you get a little older the business gets harder to find. Street hookers rarely get the medical care they need and disease will take you out as quick as a pimp's severe beating. With my plan, you all are cared for, and," he then paused for effect, "you get rich."

After a moment of stunned silence all six girls burst into laughter, but then as they began to see that in fact it just might work, the laughter faded away.

"No whore is going to get rich," began Honey. "It doesn't happen that way. No whore sucks and fucks her way to fame and fortune."

"Certainly not the way it is now," he replied, "but look at the facts. This house is worth what, three sixty? And the car you all ride in is a Bentley for crying out loud, another two hundred grand. All this gold he had stashed away, I have no idea what it may be worth. I've got news for you, his wall safe is filled with more hundred dollar bills than you know. And it was all made off of your backs! You've got what, a place to live and just enough to eat to keep you hungry and working. Shit, this isn't rocket science ladies, it's pure business. What did he ever really give you, some perverted kind of love?"

They all looked at each other then, knowing that that was mostly true. It's the way many pimps recruit their women. Find runaways, support them, tell them how much they love the helpless girl and then coax them onto the street to turn tricks. Once the poor woman discovers that the only reason her pimp loves her is for the money she brings in, it's too late. The girls knew it, and most were ashamed of it, knowing they had been duped by the man they had come to hate so much.

"Anyway," he continued, "I propose that we change that and turn this into a real business. I keep the books, set up the clients and otherwise take care of the business end, while you come in off the streets and work by appointment only for a higher class of clientele. I take a percentage of the money made for services and for household expenses, a portion goes to a fund for health expenses, and you get the rest. If you wish to continue to live here, money could go into a kind of retirement fund payable upon your termination of employment. Any questions?"

"Just one," said Honey in a very seductive voice as she peeled off her blouse, "do you have any plans for the next couple of hours? "Because I'd really like to fuck you if you have nothing else to do."

"In fact," he replied, "I believe I'm free for the next couple of hours. Ladies, I'll be in a meeting for a while." He grinned broadly, and they headed for the master bedroom arm in arm.

"You whore!" squealed Holly with a pout on her pretty face, "I'm next, damnit!"

"Sweety, when I'm done with him there won't be any next," returned Honey with a proud smile.

The big oak door shut on the bedroom, the lock turned noiselessly, sealing the two in for a while. The room had been specially soundproofed to keep the others from hearing the more brutal treatment Daddy Blue liked to dish out to his girls whenever he thought they needed discipline.

Immediately, the long white man's dress shirt Honey wore as a dress came off, revealing her almost perfect body. In the brighter light of the afternoon, several bruises in the latter stages of healing could be seen. He touched them tenderly, whispering that no man should treat such a beautiful woman this way. "Such a waste. To be so brutal for no reason."

"Don't worry about it, it's over, and I want you. Now." She came closer to him, touching his face lightly, her naked body gently pressing against him. "I'd like you to do something to me that I love but that street whores absolutely refuse to do."

"And that would be?" he inquired.

"Bend me over and fuck me in the ass, slow and easy. And yes, I'm sure," she added as if reading his mind. "I know how big you are, that's why I want you to do it. Last night after we all went to bed I climaxed just thinking about it. Well, that and that huge vibrator I had stuck inside me," she admitted with a grin.

"Never let it be said that I turned down a lady's fondest wish," replied Granger eagerly unfastening his pants.

"Let me take care of that, you men have such a problem getting pants off when you're hard, and besides, it's part of the fun." She knelt down on the floor, easing his pants off, the long, thick rod springing toward her beautiful face. She caught it between her sensuous pink lips as it throbbed as though in anticipation, sucked hard on it drawing it deep into her mouth, wetting as much of it as she could. She couldn't take him all as Lana had done the night before but she certainly tried, and he loved every stroke as her head bobbed slowly up and down. As she moaned in delight, he grasped her platinum hair and began fucking her mouth slowly. "Too much more of this and I'm going to cum down your throat," he gasped.

"Do it!" she said huskily, releasing her oral grip on his member, "You'll last longer the second time, and I want you in my ass for as long as possible." She grasped his pole in her delicate hand and directed it back into her hungry throat. Using both hands, she stroked the long smooth shaft, twisting it as her mouth consumed more and more of his rod. Ever more slowly she sucked him, her tongue dancing around the shaft, sucking hard on him now as his hips throbbed uncontrollably while she worked her special magic on his body. Usually a quiet man, he began moaning loudly like a bull in full charge. Honey knew he was about to climax, released him for a couple of deep breaths and allowed him to pull her beautiful face into his hips. He held her there, his fat cock driven into her tender mouth as far as it would go, her head moving with every thrust he made until, with a shudder and a roar he came, the torrent of semen gushing into her throat. Honey could feel the thick liquid flowing into her, felt the warmth of it as it poured down her throat. She loved the feeling of power it gave her, knowing what she could do to a man just by opening her mouth.

His hips continued to thrust, her head still following his every move, slowing now, he began releasing his grip on her, until realizing he was probably choking her, released her for a much needed gasp of air.

"Thank you," she sighed, "I needed that."

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. I didn't mean to hurt you." He said.

"I didn't mean that," she lied, "I meant for your cum. I need my daily dose you know." Her sly smile told him that what he did was all right. He helped her to her feet and held her in his arms tenderly. Stroked her platinum hair, her alabaster arms.

"You're very good you know," he said.

"I'm a professional," she grinned, and grasping his limp member added, "You still owe me, Granger, and you aren't getting out of here until you pay up."

"Wouldn't think of it," he replied as she began stroking him. He was amazed to find that he was already feeling the stirring in his loins.

"My knees are getting rug burns," she purred as she lay down on the bed, her head facing him. "Why don't you just come here and let me suck you again until you're hard enough to fulfill your obligation to my ass?"

"That sounds fair," he replied and came to her. She rolled onto her back, her head at the edge of the mattress, grasped the stirring but still soft cock and directed it to her waiting mouth. Licking and teasing the angry tip, she finally took the head of it into her, tonguing the little opening, sucking lightly on it. The hardness began to return to his shaft, surprising him. He had never recovered this fast, at least not since the last evening. Before long, his full eleven inch erection returned to it's former hardness. Honey had to tilt her head back further since his cock would no longer bend into her throat. Satisfied that he was sufficiently hard, Honey gave his pole a final firm suck, and watched as it slid from her lips.

She slid her long legs off the edge of the bed, spread them wide, the high heels she wore giving her the extra height she needed. She tucked a pillow under her firm tummy as she lay face down on the mattress, and whispered, "Do it now."

Granger looked at the glistening little hole, wondering if she would be able to take him without pain, decided that she had asked for it, and guided the head of his cock toward the tiny anus of the platinum beauty. As soon as he touched her she began moaning, "Yes! Do it now," she demanded, and he pushed firmly at her, the tight hole opening to receive him. Slowly the head disappeared and she cried out. He was about to pull out of her when she suddenly reached back with both hands and grasped his hips, tugging at him. No woman had ever taken his pole into her ass, his ex-wife had refused to even try. He had understood her fear and had let the matter drop, but these women were different. Not only had two of them sucked him to the balls, this one wanted it in her ass and wasn't about to give up until she got what she wanted. These were amazing women.

"Push," she demanded, "Shove it in all the way. Yes!" she groaned as he complied with her demand, her well lubricated hole relaxing as he pushed his massive cock deep into her. Knowing she would have her way with him, she had squeezed half of a tube of lubricant into her ass before breakfast. Deeper and deeper he pushed as she moaned in ecstasy until his hips finally met the round globes of her beautiful ass. Still she held his hips, pulling him ever tighter into her body while her cunt oozed it's own juices. For a few seconds he stood still allowing her to become accustomed to him, and then began the long, slow strokes that he was sure would drive her to fits of passion. Withdrawing till only the very head of his cock remained in her, he drove slowly back, savoring the incredible softness of her tight rectum. Tightening the muscle of her sphincter as he withdrew, she milked his fat cock for all the pleasure she could get from him. With each inward thrust she drove her beautiful ass backwards to meet his hips, forcing him to fuck her harder and faster, the way she liked it. Moaning loudly now, she buried her face in the pillow, her hair a silver mist on the red satin cover. She loved the feel of his hard cock pushing relentlessly into her body, filling her hungry canal with his pleasure giving rod. The more she thought of the pleasure he was giving her the more she wanted, the harder she pulled on his hips, and the harder she thrust and wriggled her ass into him. Despite the coolness of the room, both lovers were sweating.

Suddenly Granger wrapped both arms around her hips, his arms up her belly, and lifted her off the bed while she wrapped her firm legs around his, his cock still buried deep in her. For a brief time she clung to him, supported only by the powerful impaling rod in her ass as he spun around and tried to lay down on the big bed.

"No!" she demanded, clinging firmly to his legs, "Stay there for a minute, you can't believe how fantastic that feels!"

"Yes I can!" he grunted as he tightened and released his abdominal muscles, making the huge cock throb deep inside her, harder and faster. Honey arched her back, flinging her head from side to side in the agony of pleasure, as she forced his iron cock to suspend her in mid air, ripping at her tender body, sending spasms of pain and lust throughout her. Unable to support her for more than a couple of minutes, he lay back on the bed as she released her death hold on his legs and planted her own on either side of him. With her hands on his knees for support, she began raising and lowering herself on his stiff pole, grinding her pert ass into his hips, taking him into her body with ease, moaning loudly again as his fingers found her tender, wet, vagina, touched her sensitive clit, rubbed the engorged bud gently.

"More," she panted, "please, more! I'm so very close!"