Killing Daddy Blue

Behind him, on a table, Granger discovered a very large, ugly looking, dildo, they seemed to be in every room in the house. Daddy Blue encouraged the girls to use them often. Didn't want them to loose sight of their jobs even when they weren't actually "working". Over eighteen inches long and at least five inches around, he began feeding it slowly into her now hungry cunt. Feeling herself being filled by the giant sex toy, she looked to see what he was doing to her tender body, discovered the slowly disappearing toy and roughly took it from his hand.

"Let me show you how to use that thing," she said breathlessly, placing the end between his legs while feeding the rest into her tight slit. "Hold it there while I ride you."

And ride him she did, sliding herself up and down the twin poles furiously, jamming them deep into her lust ravaged body, the pleasure almost driving her insane, still wanting more. Her tortured mind conjuring images of him as a giant penis crawling into her cunt, filling her with his entire body, finally making her climax, for the first time in her life. Sensing her frustration, his fingers returned to her sensitive clitoris, spread open the lips that hid the fiery red bead and again began to assault her precious prize. Sweat began to roll down her flawless back, soaking her long hair as she rode him like a banshee, slamming her hips onto his while he fought to keep up the pace with his hands. He knew she must be near her climax now by the sounds she made, her moans of "Please, just a little more, just a little more, a little more! Oh pleeeease! " Time had stopped for the pair, and both would have been surprised to find that Granger had been a part of Honey's body for well over two hours.

Suddenly, she reached between his legs and pulled the big dildo from where he had been holding it, and slowly shoved the entire length into her pink gash. She raised her legs, and without releasing him, spun around to face him. Placing his hand on the stub of the sex toy that still extended from her, said, "Hold on to this for a little while please. I want to look you in the eyes when we climax." On her knees now instead of her haunches, she took up her old rhythm, grinding her hips into him, his hand wet from her freely flowing juices. She loved the way his throbbing pole filled her, loved the feeling of the big dildo ramming it's way into her. She thought she could feel them in the back of her throat struggling to come out of her mouth, sending flames of lust throughout her body, her brain on fire. Honey felt that he was making love to her, not just fucking a street whore the way Daddy Blue had done, not the way the johns did. They didn't care about her. All they cared about was getting off, and she could have done that with her hand. This man seemed to truly care for her and she loved that. She also knew how dangerous that was. Prostitutes weren't supposed to care, or love. Much too dangerous. Somehow as the bright red and white lights began to flash through her brain, she didn't quite care about that.

Suddenly her eyes began to roll up, her body shuddering, and her arms weak as the waves of climax began to roll through her. She fell onto him, shaking, crying out in her passion. He held her close to his taut body. Harder and harder she came, and then again, and again, the huge dildo finally disappearing deep into her hungry, sucking cunt as she rode the waves of passion. Honey was a wild woman now, her fingers raking and clawing him while she shrieked and screamed, climaxing more times than she could count as the dam burst on her emotions. From deep inside her tormented body she could feel the telltale swelling and stiffening of his body as Granger too was about to climax. Raising his hips high with his legs, he rammed his cock deep into her tight hole. Honey wriggled back, cramming the throbbing beast as deeply into her body as she could get it, feeling the swelling increase. With a low groaning roar Granger began to climax. It seemed to begin slowly, a wave of heat rolling from his pistoning cock through his body and into his brain. He felt the flow of ejaculate gush from his rod, held her tighter, locking her body onto his as he filled her sweet rectum with his semen. It seemed to be emptying him, all of his blood turning to cum, draining the very life from him, and he didn't care. He wanted her to have it all, have his very soul if that was what it took to make this platinum haired sex machine happy.

Honey's eyes fluttered open. She watched his face contort while he filled her, felt the hot cum bathe her aching rectum, watched him climax, watched his eyes open too as she climaxed her last. They were tired, bone tired, but still she held him inside her for a long time, savoring the feeling of him locked deep in her bowels. She loved the feel of it as he slowly began to get softer. She still wanted more, one more thing to finish her fantasy.

"I want to fuck you," she whispered.

"I may be wrong, but I think you just did," he said with a smile.

"Not what I had in mind. I mean, I want to fuck you. Roll over!" she demanded.

Her face was red in anticipation of what she had in mind for him, and he still didn't get the idea. Slowly she rose on to her knees, his now limp cock sliding easily from her satisfied ass. "Roll over!" she repeated. Obediently he rolled onto his stomach between her perfect legs. Reaching between her thighs she took hold of the huge dildo that she had begun to release from her cunt, not realizing how painful it had become until it began to come out of her. Just a few inches remained inside her as she aimed the head of it at his tight anus, held it as tightly as she could, and leaned forward, ramming it home roughly. The well lubricated rod skewering him relentlessly, but he took it without a sound just as she had taken him. Deeper and deeper she drove into him, burying the big dildo to where she held it, letting him get used to the feeling before she ravaged him. It was only fair after all, he had been gentle with her.

"On your knees bitch!" she demanded with a smile that he couldn't see.

He pulled himself onto his haunches while she followed him. Then, slowly, very slowly, she began to fuck his ass the way he had done hers, still holding the soft plastic firmly in her hand. Faster now as he became accustomed to the big toy, her hips driving into his. He began to return the motion, taking more and more of the thing into himself.

"Does it feel good bitch? Do you like my big dick in your ass?" She asked in her deepest voice.

He could hardly speak. In fact he found that he loved the idea of a beautiful woman fucking his ass with a huge dildo, and too, it felt great. This couldn't be right, he thought.

"Fuck me momma, fuck me hard." Was all he could manage to reply. It was enough for Honey to hear. With a vengeance she began ramming the dildo into his tortured ass without really knowing why. She couldn't feel it the way he had been able to. The harder she fucked him the more her fist beat a tattoo on to her own clit and the better it felt, so in some twisted kind of way she did feel what he had. Reaching between his legs, she grasped his slippery cock, still lubricated from the jell she had applied to her own anus, and began to stroke him, surprised to find that he was already beginning to get hard again, for the third time!

"You fuck, let me do that," rasped Granger when he discovered that she didn't have long enough arms to do both without shortening her strokes. He knew it wouldn't be long before he came again. Grasping his tool he began stroking it's length, faster and faster, feeling the big dildo being shoved relentlessly into his rectum, thoroughly enjoying the twin sensations. Being ass fucked wasn't as bad as he had thought it might be. Not that he would want some man doing it to him, but this wasn't bad, not bad at all.

Suddenly, Honey fell forward onto his back, jamming the dildo back inside her, moaning loudly, climaxing, shuddering, holding tightly to his hips as she spent herself again, and again.

His cock, sore and abused, was hard once again, much to his amazement. Honey was worn out, her pistoning hips slowed to a mere shudder against his sweating ass, but now she had awakened the beast once again and it wanted release. Roughly, he twisted away from her letting her fall to the bed in a heap, the big dildo still inserted in his ass. Turning her onto her back, he knelt astride her heaving chest, stroking his rod toward her face. Knowing what was coming, and not one to miss an opportunity, Honey grasped the wriggling dildo and began matching him stroke for stroke, shoving the firm plastic deep into his rectum. If he was going to humiliate her by cuming onto her face, she was going to jam his ass full of cock. Fair is fair, she thought.

Suddenly he began to stiffen, moaning loudly, he gently slid his hand under her head, "Open!" he demanded, pointing the angry head of his cock at her tender mouth.

"I'm a prostitute," she thought briefly, "this is what I do," and opened her sensuous lips widely as the stream of his creamy ejaculate shot into her mouth. She decided she liked the taste of him. At the same time she jammed the pink plastic as deeply into him as she could for several quick strokes, and with a smooth motion, slowly removed it, heightening the sensation of his climax. Honey knew her job well.

Watching her beautiful face as he climaxed into her mouth, he was amazed by the look of utter contentment on her face, and even more amazed to watch her swallow his thick load, and then lick her sensuous lips for the stray drops that had landed there.

For an hour they lay together, wrapped tightly in each other's arms.

"That was good," said Honey quietly. It was the first words that had passed between them since his demand to "open". "One down, five to go!" she said, trying to sound flippant about it, but Granger detected a note of sadness, or was it disappointment, in her voice.

"What if I don't want the others? What if I only want to have sex with you?"

"But you have to," she returned, "It's expected. The others will expect it too. It's the way things are done. A player doesn't put his stable onto the street without trying them out himself. That just isn't done. And, you can't not put us on the street, you wouldn't make any money at all."

"So, what's so bad about that?" he asked. "Look at the situation. I've got six gorgeous women who'll screw the hell out of me at the drop of a hat, a sweet house, and money in the wall safe. What more could a man want? It's like being a sheik. I just don't like the idea of putting you all back on the street, I guess."

"Still, that's what we do, it's all we know."

"Maybe."

A few minutes later, after a warm, sensuous shower they were back with the others in the big living room, all six women in various stages of undress.

"So, did you ruin him for the rest of us?" asked Holly with a grin.

"I don't think so, but it's going to be some time before any of you get any action from him," replied Honey.

"We'll see about that!" Lana shot back, stripping off the blue teddy she wore. "Anyone want to join me?"

"You don't have to ask twice," said Holly, jumping up and unzipping her tight sweater. "He has the tastiest cock I've ever sucked."

"Mercy!" hollered Granger, "I need a little rest!"

"We take no prisoners, we give no mercy," returned Holly shortly, stripping off the man's underwear and then shoving him roughly onto a chair. She noticed with delight that he didn't put up much of a struggle when she pushed him.

Climbing onto the arms of the overstuffed chair, Lana planted her knees on either side of him, and shoved her hips forward, cupping his head in her trembling hands, easing her warm vagina toward his waiting mouth. "Eat me!" she demanded.

"The things I have to put up with around here as manager!" he exclaimed as his mouth enveloped her lush mound.

"Poor baby, it must be such a chore!" returned Holly taking his massive meat into her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat, moaning with pleasure as she felt the blood flow faster into his rapidly expanding member. His hips began to thrust, driving his half hard pole ever deeper into the pretty teen's mouth while she eagerly fondled his swelling ball sack. Deftly, she swung one leg over his, raised her tiny skirt and began rubbing her moist slit up and down his leg, the hairs stimulating her clit, leaving a wet trail.

Granger held Lana's firm bottom in his hands, his tongue deep in her throbbing hole, licking the warm moist walls of her inner body, gnawing gently on her sensitive clit, savoring the taste of her. He found himself thinking that he expected some foul odor, or at least less than pleasant, from a common street walker, but these women were not common at all. Clean to a fault, and they even tasted good! Sweet even. He wondered when the dream would end. It had to be a dream of course, because this sort of luck just didn't happen. At least not to him. He could imagine himself at his High School reunion with these women surrounding him. Now that would make an impression on those girls that had snubbed him long ago. Hell yah! And those jocks that had ignored him, fuck them!

Buried in his thoughts he hadn't noticed that Maria had taken up a position alongside Holly and that she too was tracing his leg with her soft mound, licking his ball sack, and his shaft as it appeared from Holly's sensuous mouth. Wriggling her hand between his legs she found the tiny puckered hole she was searching for, teased it open and gently inserted a long finger into him.

Not willing to take leftovers, Anastasia sat in a corner watching the rape of their benefactor, gently fingering her smooth vagina, lost in her own thoughts. Thoughts which included this gentle man as husband material. Anastasia loved to daydream about some wonderful man who would sweep her off her feet, love her in spite of what she was, want only her. Someone who would make the filthy streets go away. If the truth were to be told, she loved the sex, at least when it wasn't with some nasty or mean man, she just hated the streets. She wanted a home, something she had never known, even in Russia.

"Fun to watch isn't it?" asked Barbie sliding onto the couch close to Anastasia. "Would you like some help with that?" The Russian spread her legs wide in assent and gently guided the tall blonde's head between her thighs, sighing gently as the soft tongue lapped like a butterfly's wing at her tingling clitoris. "Thank you Barbie," she whispered, "I love it so when you do that to me." Neither woman was really bi-sexual, but Barbie had found herself strangely attracted to the beautiful red-head from the first day they had met in Daddy Blue's house and had told her so almost immediately. Somewhat repulsed by the idea of another woman touching her, her mind was changed after a particularly pointless beating Daddy Blue had given Anastasia late one evening. Tending her wounds and comforting her, Barbie's touches had gradually become more intimate until their lips met in a deep kiss, and Barbie's hand closed over one of Anastasia's large, firm breasts. Lowering her head, her mouth closed over an erect nipple, sucking it gently, teasing the hard bud with her tongue, her hand softly finding the folds of the Russian's vagina, sliding a finger over the clitoris, stirring feelings in the flame haired beauty that she had never known existed. Soon, both women were naked, the pain of the beating forgotten as they explored each other's bodies for the first time. Soon too, had Barbie's soft tongue taken the place of the finger, sliding deep into the warm folds of Anastasia's cunt, licking, teasing, driving the woman to panting ecstasy. Twisting and pulling at her new found friend's body, Anastasia finally succeeded in getting Barbie's lush mound within range of her own mouth, began matching the woman's movements with her own tongue, until both were reduced to a heaving, climaxing mound on the big bed, where they remained for the rest of the night, wrapped in each other's arms.

For three days no one had left the big house. Almost every waking hour was filled with sex, even the meals that everyone ate together were a mix of food and sex, until Granger could take no more.

"You ladies are going to have to go back to work soon or you're going to kill me. One man can't have this much sex and stay alive for too long," he said with a smile one morning, "we're going to have to spread it out a bit!"

"We win!" shouted Holly, "I knew we could outlast that big cock. I just didn't think it would take three days to do it!"

Granger sat stunned as the bevy of beauties surrounding him laughed.

"She's kidding, really!" exclaimed Maria, "But now at least you know your product. Isn't that important when you're trying to sell something?"

"I guess that's true, just like you were saying earlier, Honey. But now of course, I'll have to do quality control testing from time to time to insure our product remains in the highest quality levels. I'll put that on a voluntary basis," he added, smiling. "In the mean time, we need to find ways to advertise that won't be blatant or offensive to the blue noses. Put the word out to the local bar keepers, a computer web page devoted to you complete with photographs, at work or not, your call. Whatever will bring in the business. I'll take any suggestions, no matter how silly they may sound. If necessary, you may have to go back to the streets on a very limited basis until we can convince a higher class clientele base that you are the best to be had, and frankly, I don't think we should have much trouble doing that."

"We still have one very important problem," said Holly.

"And that is?"

"Your name!" said Lana, and Holly nodded in agreement.

"What country is your family from?" asked Anastasia.

"English, I think. And German."

"Baron von Granger," shot Barbie.

"Da! I like it!" said Anastasia.

"Any other ideas? Please?" he pleaded.

"I like it too," said Honey. "It fits you. Von means royalty in German, and you have a prince of a cock, lover boy!" Even Granger had to laugh at this along with the rest of the women, and so was born the Baron von Granger.

Maria laid claim to serious artistic talent which she put to use designing a fake coat of arms for the new Baron to use as letterhead and for advertising purposes. It took a while, but if one looked at the design long enough, an erect penis could be clearly seen in the background. She was proud of her work and it was adopted immediately.

The girls had fliers printed advertising Baron von Granger Entertainment Enterprises, took them around to various saloons, and the hotels they thought might accommodate their trade, as well as some of the more out of the way but trendy eateries.

In one tavern, the surly barkeeper looked gruffly at Honey and refused her offer of a half dozen fliers.

"I got all the entertainment I need right here," he said. "What the hell kind of entertainment are you? Bunch of sissy singers?" General laughter from the slightly drunken patrons egged on the barkeep. "Juke box in the corner cheaper than a bunch of sissies on a stage I don't have!" he barked as Honey headed toward the door. She stopped at the door and turned back to face the drunken men, pulled off the hat she wore letting the long platinum hair fall around her shoulders, opened her long coat, legs spread, her naked body glistening in the low light of the bar, one of the big dildos from the house in her hand. Tilting her beautiful head back, she began swallowing the smooth plastic phallus slowly as the bar became deathly quiet. Sensuously, she removed the sex toy, swallowed it again and removed it.

"There are six of us, gentlemen," she breathed in her sexiest voice, "and I'm considered to be the ugly one. Think about it."