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Killing Daddy Blue

By: WickedDrX



Wednesdays were always boring for Holly, and this one was worse than most. Her usual trade didn't hit the streets until the end of the week when they got paid, or until the welfare checks came. This wasn't the week for the welfare checks. It was cold, and there was a light mist falling that promised to turn into snow very soon. She could move up a few blocks to the ritzy section of town, but the cops paid more attention there, and Daddy Blue didn't like having to pay off the uptown cops. They charged more to leave the prostitutes alone than the downtown cops did, and Daddy Blue would rather spend his money on sable coats, gold jewelry, and his Bentley than padding some crooked cop's salary to get one of his whores out of jail and back on the street where she damn well belonged. Holly hated Daddy Blue. Hated him with every fiber of her being. The one thing she lived for was to be able to see him dead. She preferred to have it a very slow, messy death with lots of blood and suffering. She had her reasons. Good reasons. Closely held and never spoken about to anyone.

Normally Holly would be in a hotel room with some older man who had paid a rather hefty sum of money in advance to be with a very beautiful ninteen year old prostitute, even if she did have a couple of years experience under her belt. She had irritated Daddy Blue a few weeks earlier by not telling him about the generous tip her john had left for her. He had been young, good looking, and rich, so Holly went out of her way to make him very happy. The extra five hundred dollars would have gone into her secret escape fund if her pimp hadn't stuck a long finger into her warm box and discovered the roll of fifties hidden there. The only thing that kept him from beating her senseless or killing her outright was that she was such a good little money-maker. Older men in particular loved fucking the beautiful little blond while she screamed in delight. All for show of course, but they wanted to believe she loved what they were doing to her taut and tender body, and so they kept coming back to her because she begged them to. Truth be told, it wasn't all for show. She enjoyed what she did, at least sometimes. It worked, and Daddy Blue knew it, but this had to be punished. No whore was going to cheat him out of his money. He thought long and hard about it and decided to make her walk the streets for a couple of weeks just to show her how good she had it as an inside bitch. Of course she was expected to bring in the same money, which meant she had to turn at least forty to fifty tricks a night. They both knew that wasn't going to happen, so it gave him the excuse to beat the shit out of her with the phone book for a while which left no marks but hurt like hell.

The couple of weeks turned into a couple of months when Daddy Blue decided he enjoyed beating the crap out of the little green eyed beauty, liked hearing her cry in pain. Besides, she didn't seem to have learned her lesson quite yet. So now it was early in November, and the cold wind was blowing up under the tiny excuse for a skirt she wore. The short fake fur jacket was more for looks than protection. There was nothing under it, or under the skirt either for that matter. She didn't have time for too many clothes. Holly was cold, and getting colder by the minute as the temperature headed for the freezing mark. Quietly she ducked into a café' to keep from shivering too much. Johns didn't want girls who looked like they were freezing to death. They figured they were the bottom of the heap, diseased, or something like that, but they wanted nothing to do with them. At least most of them thought that way. The rest treated the freezing girls like meat, shoving their cocks into their warm mouths, grabbing their hair and fucking until they climaxed, forcing the girl to swallow or choke. The worst ones would beat the hapless girl if they didn't swallow their foul load and then rob them. Holly wanted no part of that. 

"Don't want no whores in here," said the aging cook as Holly slid into a corner booth, "bad for business, and business ain't been all that good tonight. Go on, out with ya!"

"Please sir, it's 4am and I'm cold. I promise not to let anyone see me. My old man won't let me off the street 'till 6 and I'll freeze by then. Please sir, just until I can warm up a little." All of this was said in her tiniest little girl voice that never failed to melt the hearts of her customers.

"Who's yer old man?" asked the cook, softening a bit.

"Daddy Blue...balls," she replied with a look of utter contempt.

"That asshole? You stay there long as you like, little girl. I'll wager you hate him as much as I do. Only the girls who hate him call him Daddy Blue balls. Let me get you some coffee." And off he trudged to the counter, muttering as he went, "Kill that no account pimp some day... Should've been done a long time ago. Don't know why he's still alive anyway, damn no account pimp." 

Had he asked, Holly would have screwed him for free right there on the counter. She firmly believed that "the enemy of my enemy is my friend".

Several blocks away a white Bentley cruised the streets, stopping every couple of blocks until a scantily clad girl climbed in. The driver casually held out his hand toward the latest passenger and waited to be presented with the evening's take. So far a good take for a Wednesday. Just one more to pick up and the night would be over. 

"Bitch is never where she should be," he muttered. "Better be makin' me some cash if she gonna make me wait on her white ass." Five minutes later his patience ran out. "Get the fuck out of the car!" he screamed, and three doors opened in a flash, five pairs of shapely legs hitting the pavement. Daddy Blue hit the remote lock device as he too alighted from the big British sedan. "You be here when I get back. Fuckin' little bitch goin' to die for this!" 

Wrapping his fir coat a little tighter around himself he headed around the corner to where he thought Holly might be hiding. Up the block and around another corner, into Heavy Mack's territory. Not a good place for Daddy Blue to be. He and Heavy had been bitter rivals for some time, some argument over what whore belonged to whom had set it off. The understanding was that if either saw the other in his territory, that man was a fair target. Pimp quarrels didn't usually turn out well for either party.

Daddy Blue heard the shot, felt the tiny bullet hit his head like a night stick, knew he was going to die. "Knew that bitch was going to be the death of me," he thought. Then came the shadow, figured it had to be Heavy Mack, waited for the second shot. He was down on his knees in the wet gutter, his ermine coat soaked with the filth of the street. He rolled onto his side and looked up into a middle aged white man's face. The man didn't seem to care what it was that he was looking at, just that another man was dying in the gutter and it was his duty as a human being to help. In his dying moments Daddy Blue finally found someone who cared about him. Something he had never known in his miserable lifetime. Something like that should be rewarded he thought.

"Look man, I don't have a cell phone but I'm going for help, I'll just be a minute. There's a bar just a few doors down. Hang on."

"Don't bother," he whispered, "I ain't going to make it nohow. You take this, an' what ever else I got. Tell my stable Daddy Blue ain't coming back, they belongs to you now." And with that he dropped the keys to the Bentley into the man's hand. "Money in the pocket, gold too. Good gold... Take it, take it all. You the only person ever gave a shit." His head lolled to the side, and with a final sigh Daddy Blue was no more.

The man looked around carefully. No one else seemed to have heard the shot, or if they did, were ignoring it. Gunshots weren't all that uncommon in this part of the city late at night, and the little .25 automatic didn't make that much noise.

His heart pounding, the man began rifling through the dead pimp's clothing and body. Rolex watch, gold chains, diamond rings, more keys (who knew what he might find in the man's house), and a good sized wad of cash. No time to count it out now. No identification. What man goes without ID now-a-days? Maybe in that car he talked about. And what the hell stable was he talking about? A stable was where you kept your horses, and this guy didn't look like he even knew what a horse looked like. With another careful look around him he slowly walked away from the dead man in search of what, he wasn't sure. Battered cars, some derelicts, were the only means of transportation he could find. 

He had rounded the block a couple of times and by sheer dumb luck faced the gleaming pearl white Bentley. Expectantly, he pushed the unlock button on the remote. The alarm squawked, the lights flashed, and the bevy of pretty girls surrounding the car jumped. Confused, the girls looked around for the familiar ermine coated pimp, only to see a well dressed middle aged man cautiously approach the big sedan.

"What the hell you doin' with that thing?" asked a stunning, Latina, with the longest legs he had ever seen. "Daddy goin' ta kill your honkey ass when he catch you with that."

"I'm supposed to tell his stable that Daddy Blue ain't coming back and that it belongs to me now. So if you ladies will excuse me..."

"We are his stable, honey," said a beautiful platinum blonde that couldn't have been more than twenty years old and looked fifteen. "Is he still alive?" she asked in a whisper.

The light suddenly went on in the man's head, wiping away the several drinks that had kept him out this late at night. Stable of hookers! Shit, the guy was a pimp! He shook his head not believing his own stupidity.

"Not any more he isn't, somebody shot him. Before he died he gave me this key and told me to take whatever I could find on him. It looks like he gave me you as well."

"Did you shoot him?" asked the blonde. "I mean it's not like we actually give a shit if you did, just curious." 

"Never saw the man before in my life. Had no idea who or even what he was until just a minute ago. I had no reason to hurt him. I just tried to help."

"So he's really dead then? There's no chance you could be, like, wrong? I think we need to see for sure." There was a general nodding of heads and a unanimous agreement that this was the best idea. The death needed to be verified, so the girls and their newly appointed pimp piled into the car and headed for the scene of the crime. 

A half of a block away the passengers of the white sedan could see the ermine coated body still lying in the street. The driver assured the ladies that in fact that was where he left the body. As they watched, a lithe, young blonde approached the dead pimp from the shadows. Gently she pushed at the body with the toe of her thigh high boot. Getting no response, she pushed harder, then harder still, finally rolling the body on to it's stomach.

"That's Holly!" exclaimed the front seat passenger, "Do you think..."

"Damn-well possible, as much as she hated the fuck." Replied one of the back seat girls.

"And who is Holly?" asked the driver.

"One of your staff," giggled one of the others. 

In the street now, Holly bent down to examine the little hole in the back of the head, placed the spike heel of her black boot over the hole and shoved. Everyone in the car saw the head move abruptly and saw the heel disappear into the skull. With the balance of a trained dancer, she held the long leg in it's position for what seemed like an eternity, gently rocking the head back and forth.

"Do you see what she's doing?" cried a pretty redhead.

Immediately the blonde threw open a rear door and retched loudly onto the street. Hearing the noise of her sister and finally seeing the big Bentley, Holly disengaged herself and her boot from the body of her dead enemy, and with a smile trotted happily toward the others as though it were all a normal course of things.

"Hi everybody, I think he's finally dead!"

"I think it's time to leave," said the driver, hurriedly engaging the transmission, "I don't think it would be such a grand idea to be here when the law shows up. Especially with your pimp's brains dripping off your heel. Oh by the way, where are we going?"

The Russian born redhead gave the directions to a large, well furnished house in the better side of town. Three bedrooms, a well stocked bar complete with garish pictures on the wall and two baths complimented the large living area. Down stairs three more bedrooms were provided for the girls. Over all, a rather nice setup thought the driver.

He let the girls clean up from their night's work, noticing that they all seemed to go into the shower together. He wondered about that, would have to ask about it he thought.

"So, what do we call you?" asked Holly when they finally settled in for the evening, or what little there was left of it.

"My name is Granger Phelps," said the man with a smile, knowing what kind of reaction to expect.

"That's not going to make it on the street," said the Russian, "we'll have to think of something better. Something that won't get him beat up by the other players. In the mean time maybe we should introduce ourselves to the man who came to our rescue. I'm Anastasia. I tell my clients that my last name is Romanov. Most are too stupid to know the difference, the rest can think what they want, I really don't care."

"I'm Barbie," said the taller blonde. "Barbie Doll," she said with a shrug. "Actually it's been a nickname for years, so when I went pro I used it as a hook. Seems to work. Sometimes I call my johns Ken for fun. They get a kick out of it."

"I go by Lana," this from a statuesque brunette. "It's not my real name of course but I always loved Lana Turner movies. I guess I don't do her much honor by being a hooker though do I?"

"You do her justice by your beauty," said Granger softly. Already he was being won over by these ladies of the evening. They didn't seem as hard as he would have expected. Then too, they were tired and not a little scared by the events of the past couple of hours. They could change in the morning. He thought hard about that.

The platinum blonde was Honey, and the final girl, a beautiful Latina with long jet black hair was Maria, no last names. He didn't bother to ask.

"And you are...?" inquired Granger of the little blonde who seemed to shrink into the corner while the introductions were being given.

"One mean-assed little whore!" said Honey with a grin. The others laughed. "Not somebody you'd want to fuck with," ventured another.

"Holly." she said simply, and blushed deeply.

"How old are you Holly?" he asked.

"Thirty four."

"We all are," said Anastasia. "Years on earth don't mean shit. A couple of years on the streets with Daddy Blue and you're thirty four." Five heads nodded in assent to this observation.

"I don't want you on the streets anymore, you're too young to be out there."

"So you're going to be our new Daddy, you're going to stay?" asked Maria.

"Do you want me to? I've got nothing else going on and you all don't seem to hate me too much. I guess it's up to you. Do you need me after all?"

"That depends on what your job in the real world is," ventured Lana

"Business administration, up until yesterday."

"You're in!" exclaimed Anastasia. "Sounds like just what we need. But isn't your wife going to be a little pissed when she finds out that your new position is with six hookers?"

"Divorced a year ago," he explained.

"Oh? Why? Beat your wife?"

"No," he replied. "Can't make babies. Not enough swimmers. Wife didn't want to adopt so she found someone who could give her what she wanted." 

"So does that mean I can go back to working the hotels? That is if you're serious about me not working the streets," asked Holly anxiously.

"I mean I really don't want you doing this kind of thing anymore," he said sincerely, "You're too young."

"I got news for you big boy," she replied as she stripped off her fur jacket revealing her perfect breasts, "I like doing what I do." She came closer to him, strutting, showing off her beautiful body as the others watched, knowing what was about to happen. "Daddy Blue didn't make me a whore, I was a whore before he ever met me. I love sex and I love older men." She was inches away from him now, her delicate fingers undoing his pants. She had his hard cock in her hand now stroking the smooth shaft. Gasps of surprise and desire arose from the others as they saw Granger's secret, eleven inches of fat cock filled the tiny teenager's hands.

"Holly you can't..." he began.

"Ssssh," she insisted, "yes I can. Watch and feel." With a fluid movement she was on her knees in front of him, his aching cock deep in her sensuous throat. Sucking hard with long slow strokes, moaning with pleasure at the feel of him inside her.

"Damn she's good," whispered Lana to Honey.

"That's why she made so much money for Daddy," said Maria. "The girl does love her work. How about if we join in and turn him into mush? He is kind of cute after all, and shit, look at what he's packing! I want some of that!"

"Would you mind, Holly?" asked Anastasia.

Holly was lost. Lost in the lust and pleasure as she felt the hardness of him entering her. She heard the others talking but tuned it out as she felt his hands on her head now, urging her on, pulling her pretty face into his hips. She sucked him slowly, her tongue swirling around his hard shaft, licking the sensitive underside of his cock head, taking him deep into her tiny mouth so slowly, stroking him with both hands, till he was about to explode inside her. No other woman had ever been as good as she. and he never wanted her to stop. And then she did.

"Not yet, not for a long time," she said, giving his engorged cock a thump with her finger, and then another, deflating his throbbing member to half its size. "By the way," she added with a grin, "yours may be the sweetest cock I've ever sucked." 

"Now I see why Daddy Blue kept you around," he grinned, "you're good. Very good"

"My turn," purred the Russian beauty as she hiked her short skirt and stripped off the thin pink panties. Slowly she inserted a finger into her hairless quim, gently thumbing her clit as she lay back on the leather covered chair. "Come to mommy. Don't be afraid, mommy's pussy wants you. It's so soft and warm inside," she cooed. The look on Anastasia's face was pure lust.

"I want to play too," said Honey, stripping off her clothes.

"We all want to play," said Lana, and in a very few seconds clothing lay in a pile on the floor and six beautiful women began pawing at the startled but quite happy man. Giggling, they stripped him, directing his now rock hard cock into the soft folds of Anastasia's mound. True to her word, it was soft and warm inside, and very wet. She squealed in delight as he entered her, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him.

With little effort, he leaned back, pulling the clinging Russian with him, and lay back onto the floor forcing her to ride him. Barbie, seeing a good opportunity, squatted over his head and lowered her wet cunt onto his eager mouth. His tongue entered her warm lush vagina as his teeth scraped her tender clitoris sending her into spasms of lust. 

Leaning over his legs, Holly began licking his pendulous balls, sucking first one then the other into her eager mouth while Anastasia rode his cock like a Cossack queen on her horse. Not about to miss out on the group fun, Maria and Honey both took hold of a hand, inserting a finger or two into their wet cunts. "I hate being last in line," muttered Lana as she slowly lowered herself on to one upturned foot. Finding the sensations not unpleasant, she reached down and pulled the foot deeper into her aching vagina. "Wiggle your toes," she demanded in a husky voice. He did as he was told. "More!" she screamed, "Keep doing that! Oh yes! Yes!" Lana had found a new friend. 


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!"




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." 




Killing Daddy Blue



There was a rush to the small stack of fliers she left on a nearby table as she sauntered out of the small saloon, a fight breaking out when two of the patrons didn't get a flier.

"Money in the bank!" she said as the door closed behind her.

Maria had to go a little further to make her point with an upscale hotel counter man, a young, handsome Hispanic. 

"So why should I promote you over any other ladies?" he asked after he figured out what kind of entertainment Maria was selling.

"Because we like our work, we're the best." She said sensuously, opening her coat enough for him to get a good look at her perfect breasts.

"Just how much do you like your work, Chica?" he asked hopefully. 

"Enough to give you a sample, Home Boy, but you have to make a promise to send me some customers," she said, stroking his face lightly from across the desk. "Let me back behind the counter and we can play..."

"Not here, too many cameras. Can you come back in an hour? I'll be on break then and I know a place we can go and be alone. Just wave to me from inside the first set of doors and I'll come and meet you." Carlos was breathing heavily now in anticipation. He knew that the next hour would take forever, but he had a feeling it would be worth it.

Maria spent the next hour chatting up a headwaiter at a restaurant bar that used to be all the rage in town but which had come on to harder times lately. "There might be a possibility here," she thought, making a mental note to return later.

Carlos was watching the door intently when Maria returned, opened the outer door and waved to the red-faced young man. She grinned to herself when she saw Carlos slap the hand of his relief, knowing that the two had been talking about her. They tried to hide the action from her, but it was unmistakable. "It may mean another "sample", she thought, but also noticed that both of the young men looked rather handsome in their blazers. "Might be worth the effort," she said with a grin as Carlos came through the door. "Where to, Carlos?" she asked, taking his hand and moving close to his warm body as if they were old lovers.

"This way," he said directing her to a side door of the hotel which he unlocked with a key he had on a hidden chain. He led her down a short flight of stairs and into a small, sparsely furnished but clean room. "This is a room for employees who work too many hours, or get to feeling bad, or whatever," he explained. "Sometimes we bring our girlfriends here."

"Is that what you told your friend? That I was your girlfriend? Or did you tell him I was a whore?" Maria was very close to him, whispering, as she eased off her coat and began unfastening her lace blouse. "Did you tell him I was a whore that was going to fuck you for free? Hmm?"

"I, I didn't tell him anything," he stammered, feeling ashamed at what he had said to his relief.

"Of course you didn't, you handsome bastard," she said with a smile, "as long as you tell him how good I am when I'm done with you."

Maria was almost naked now as she took his hands and placed them on her skirt. "You do it. Take it off of me," she urged. "Look at me. No track marks, no nasty sores."

"You're beautiful," he whispered bending low to remove the short skirt. As he knelt she drew his head between her thighs, legs spread wide for him, letting him feel the heat from her hard body, spreading the soft lips of her vagina with her finger tips. 

"I love it when a man puts his tongue in there," she cooed softly, "it makes me do crazy things to him. Has a woman ever swallowed your whole cock until you climaxed?"

"I don't eat pussy," he shot back, "it's nasty."

"A real man knows how to make love to a woman. I thought you were one,.. my mistake. A real macho man would know that good sex is more than just jamming a hard dick into a woman's vagina until he climaxes. If he keeps his woman happy she keeps coming back for more, and more."

Carlos hadn't stood up yet, Maria's hands on his shoulder and the back of his head kept him in place, and since he hadn't struggled with her she figured she still had a chance of getting him to eat her. Jutting her hips out toward him, she tried to persuade him further.

"Try it. If you don't like me, quit. It's not like I could force you to do it, a big strong man like you, but I know you want to make Maria happy. When Maria's happy, Carlos is very happy."

All the while she had been easing her hips closer to his face, while gently pulling on his head. He could smell the sweet musky scent of her, breathed it in. The smell of her triggered desire in him that overshadowed his distaste of the act. Grasping the twin globes of her round bottom, he brought her the final inches closer to his face, extended his tongue and touched the inner lips of her cunt with the tip. Maria drew in her breath with a little cry of delight, showing more emotion than she actually felt. This was a selling job after all. Carlos was hooked quickly. The more emotion she showed, the bolder he became. She directed him, taught him how and where to touch her to give her the most pleasure. Soon her entire cunt was in his mouth as he drove his tongue into her like a short cock, teasing the clitoris, licking the walls of her cunt like a professional. Now her cries of pleasure were real, her juices trickling freely down his throat as he sucked at her warm cunt. He eased her to the bed and laid her down on it, returning immediately to the warm prize between her legs. Eagerly she grasped his head, stroking his longish hair, encouraging him with louder moans and gasps, thrusting her hips. She was becoming the wild woman she had promised him she would be. Drawing herself up onto her elbows, Maria was startled to see another man in the room, the man who had relieved Carlos at the front desk. He stood leering at the couple, his pants around his knees, fat cock in his hands, stroking it to rock hardness. "I want some too, bitch," he said menacingly, "I know who you are. You're one of Daddy Blue's street whores, I've seen you around. Trying to get with the uptown trade, eh? Well, you've got to pay your dues if you want to move uptown, bitch." Then he stripped off his pants completely.

"This is private, Joe," said Carlos, "somebody has to be at the desk. You said you'd cover me." 

"Bob's covering me while I find you," returned Joe with a sneer. "I think you need to get back to the desk while I finish your job here."

Carlos had begun to protest when Joe's huge right hand landed on the side of his head, knocking the young man to the floor. Roughly, Joe dragged the semi-conscious Carlos to the door, and threw him out. "Get your ass back to work and keep your mouth shut or you'll be back in Guatemala by tomorrow." Then he bolted the door from the inside. Fear gripped Maria as the interloper turned to face her with an evil smile on his face.

"It doesn't have to be this way," she said boldly, "we could have worked out something fun with the three of us."

"I don't do seconds with no Mexican," he spat, grabbing her hair in a big fist, pulling her head roughly into his crotch, "open up and suck it, bitch. Suck it and swallow."

Maria had been with mean guys before on the street and had handled them, but this man truly scared her, and worse yet, he could see the fear in her eyes and he liked it, and she knew he liked it. If she could only please him in whatever perverted way he wanted she might just get out of this alive, so she opened her soft mouth wide and took him into her. 

"Hope you took a deep breath, bitch," he rasped, tangling his big hands in her hair, pulling her beautiful head roughly into his hips and drove his cock deep into her throat, "this could take some time. Don't do anything stupid, bitch, it won't make me happy if you do."

There was no gentleness about him as he fucked her tender mouth with short strokes, not allowing her to breath. He hardly moved his hips at all, merely jerking her head in and out by her hair, his sweaty balls slapping off of her chin. She sucked him hard, trying to make him cum as quickly as possible, using every trick she knew. Maria was beginning to run out of air quickly, fear eating up the oxygen in her system. She knew she must stay conscious long enough for him to climax or he might just kill her, but the red cloud behind her eyes was getting brighter and her lungs were burning from lack of air, she knew she was about to pass out. Miraculously, he shoved her head away from him long enough for her to gasp and choke a breath or two. She was about to begin begging him to let her breath for a while when he shoved the hard fat cock back into her mouth, and jammed it as deep into her throat as it would go. This time his hips moved, ramming harder and harder into her pretty head with those evil tiny strokes, while holding her head firmly in his two strong hands. Again she began to run out of air, lungs burning, but this time he wasn't going to let her breath, he was going to climax, and nothing would stop it from happening. He dragged her to the bed by her hair, and sat on her chest, pinning her arms down to keep her from hitting him, and to keep her from struggling, still ramming his fat cock down her tender throat. Just as she was about to black out she could feel him stiffen, could hear his primal roar in the distance as he began to climax, could feel the thick sperm load shoot down her throat. Maybe he would let her breath now she thought hopefully. 

"Suck it all!" he yelled into her ear, "Suck it dry, you fucking whore!"

The world was going black, she could barely hear his voice, she did what she thought she had to do to stay alive. She bit him. It was the wrong thing to do. Very wrong.

Roaring loudly in pain, he screamed at her, "I told you not to do anything stupid!" and twisted her head sharply, breaking her beautiful neck. "I told you it wouldn't make me happy." Still he fucked her mouth, shooting the rest of his foul load into her now lifeless throat, leaving it there until his cock became soft. Now he was happy.

"Fucking whore wasn't too bad," he spat, digging a quarter out of his pants pocket, stuffing it into her throat. 

"Maria is dead," said Barbie simply, tears welling up in her eyes, "they found her last night. Someone broke her neck and threw her into a dumpster like common trash. They found a quarter in her throat." The rest of the women began crying now, knowing that it could have been any one of them, and because they all loved the pretty Hispanic girl.

"We need to find that someone and make him understand that things like that just aren't right...then kill him." said Granger quietly. "Where did she say she was going before she was killed?"

"Up to fifty first street," replied Barbie, "maybe we can trace her. Find out who saw her last. We have those pictures from the web site we can use, maybe someone can remember seeing her. We can't all go together, and it's too dangerous to go alone. We should go in pairs." 

"I suggest you take whatever protection you may have," said Granger solemnly. "I don't care what. Do what ever you must to stay alive, and safe."

Two hours later Honey and Holly found themselves in front of the hotel, Carlos again behind the desk, looking surprised and very nervous as he watched the two beautiful blondes approach the counter.

"I think we've hit pay dirt," whispered Holly as she bent down to adjust a stocking, showing a long expanse of leg. "I don't think he did it, but I bet he knows who did. Follow my lead, Honey"

Not having any better ideas, Honey agreed to follow the lead of the savvy little teenager.

"Hi there," said Holly brightly. "An associate of ours was here last evening, said she spoke to a Carlos. She said that he and another guy showed her a very good time for a while. Said we should look him up."

"I'm Carlos," he said completely forgetting the name tag prominently displayed on his blazer, "but I don't know what you're talking about." He was sweating visibly now. There was something not quite right about this, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"She said the other guy was kind of rough," continued Holly in a low voice, ignoring his protests, "but my friend here likes it kind of rough. She's weird. So, how about it?"

"Do you work for the same people?" he asked.

"Oh hell no!" exclaimed Holly, quite shocked by the question. "She part times as a hooker. Sends the money back home to support her uncle. The guy raised her, you know, and she does what ever it takes to help out. Sometimes, if she finds someone she really likes, she'll tell us about them so we can get lucky too. Sounds weird, but that's just the way she is. My friend and I work for the brokerage house a few blocks away."

"You don't look old enough to work for a brokerage house," he said, still not convinced by her story.

"You flirt! Thank you, but everybody says that. I'm actually twenty two. I just hope I still get these compliments when I'm forty. Look, if you don't want to have sex with us, just say so and we'll go away. It's just that Maria said you were very good, and, well..."

"Wait here, and I'll go talk to my buddy," replied Carlos. The thought of giving up hot sex with these two beauties drove the fear, and worse, the caution, from his mind. Still, a little nagging doubt remained. He pushed it away when he caught sight of the platinum blond as she adjusted her tiny skirt. She had the most perfect legs he had ever seen. He hoped Joe was up to doing a double with these two. Hoped Bob was willing to cover for the two of them again. He might have to offer a few dollars to the guy this time. It would be worth it.

The leering Joe emerged first, a mean confidence on his face as he approached the girls. Holly noticed that he seemed to be walking funny, as though favoring a particular part of his body. Maybe Maria had gotten in a good hit before he killed her.

"The Mexican kid says one of you likes it rough. Let's play."

Linking her arm with his, Holly kept the shivering Carlos between herself and Joe as he roughly grabbed Honey and the four of them headed to the little break room.

Inside, the girls began to remove their coats, slowly, moving for position.

"Come on guys," said Honey, "We can't do this with our clothes on. You get naked first and then you can strip us."

"That ain't the way I play," said Joe menacingly, grabbing a hand full of Honey's hair. "You wanted it rough, this is how we play rough." Joe forced Honey to her knees, releasing her hair, and began pulling off his uniform trousers. "You suck 'till I come, bitch." Both girls stiffened for the action they were sure was to come. As soon as the man's cock came into view, Honey knew they had the right man. Red teeth marks could still be seen at the base of it. At least Maria had gotten some revenge. "Time to suck the bone, sweet cheeks," he said.

Both of Honey's hands shot toward the man's face, a tiny canister of pepper spray hidden in each one, both spraying into the eyes of the murderer. 

"I think it's time to die, you murdering rat bastard," she said sweetly, springing to her feet, kicking him hard directly behind his balls, as Holly sprayed the eyes of the hapless Carlos. "You don't need to know what's going on," she told him by way of explanation, pushing him into a corner to suffer in peace. "Keep your eyes shut." She then grabbed one of her shoes, a four inch high heel, and in a lightning move, drove the heel deep into the back of Joe's skull, while screaming at him, "Maria was our friend!" She wrenched the shoe from the man's head as he fell to the floor, took aim, and buried it again into the top of the skull, releasing all of the hate and frustration of her young years into the blow. Bits of brain, and a lot of blood covered the floor as the two women watched the murderer die. From inside a coat pocket, Holly extracted a rather large dildo brought from the house, pried open the dead man's mouth and jammed deep it into the lifeless throat.

They had almost forgotten Carlos as they turned to leave. Holly looked into the corner where she had pushed him, seeing that his face was hidden. He had done what he was told. "We need to get him out of here," said Honey, "Get me that pillow slip." 

"Keep your eyes closed," commanded Honey, "it's for your own good, believe me. We'll get you out of here." They put the pillow slip over his head and guided him out the door

"Please don't kill me!" he whined, "I didn't do anything, oh, please!"

"We have no idea what you're talking about, Sweety," soothed Holly, we just had some hot sex with your friend, but decided that you shouldn't see any naked bodies. Might not be good for your young eyes. He's asleep now and we don't want to disturb him, do we? Don't you just hate it when guys nap after sex? Takes all the tenderness out of it. Let's tiptoe, I think I hear him starting to snore. I hate that too, don't you?" 

"I sure do," replied Honey, "Give us the key to this room, we may want to tidy up a bit before anyone else uses it. We promise to return the key when it's not quite so messy."

By morning, the room was sanitized with bleach and enough chemicals to qualify for an EPA grant. Revenge had been extracted from the guilty. Later that evening Lana took the still trembling Carlos to another hotel and "comforted" him for several hours. He was told that the comforting could continue for some time, so long as his memory was confined to what he actually saw, and not what he thought may have happened. Carlos hung around town for a couple of weeks, but decided to return to Guatemala for an extended vacation at Honey's urging.

Several weeks later the police decided to put the disappearance of Joe to rest, figuring that the known drug addict had finally just left town.

"So, do we go back into business now or what?" asked Anastasia late one evening. No one had felt much like hitting the streets, or hotels, or anything else. They were afraid. Not of the police, but of guys like Joe. "Do we have enough cash in the safe to keep us going for a while longer?"

"I'm afraid we're about out of cash, ladies," replied the Baron, "but there's no way I'm going to force you back to work. As far as I'm concerned, we can end this thing now, split the remains of the estate, so to speak, and go our separate ways. It's up to you. In fact, I'll leave the room while you discuss it." He stood up to leave. 

"You may as well sit back down, your Grace," said Barbie, who had taken to calling him that, "there's really nothing to discuss as I see it. We're prostitutes plain and simple, and over all we like our jobs, am I right girls?" Her question was met with general but low keyed agreement. "Like we said before, this is what we do. So, I think we should go back to work. Maybe we could do doubles for a while." Heads nodded.

"Doubles?"

"Doubles, your Grace," instructed Anastasia, "is two girls taking on two guys at the same time. Usually safer that way, and it can be a lot of fun with the right clients."

"We've had a few requests for it since the fliers went out. It may be time to meet the public again. Besides, I'm starting to get very horney," said Holly.

"Now that sounds like a problem you should be taking up with management," said Honey, smiling for the first time in many days. "And you know, we haven't had any quality control meetings for a long time either. We could be loosing our edge."

"Da!" agreed Anastasia, "If we sit around here feeling afraid all the time, we do no good for ourselves or our clients. Quality Control meeting, then off to work again!"

The Baron von Granger had no time to protest before clothing began to pile up in the center of the room, and soft hands began pawing his willing body. The fear of the past weeks evaporating with the rising heat of passion.

The hotel room was as fancy as either Anastasia or Honey could remember ever seeing. The two men facing them were young, handsome, and well dressed. Hardly the types to rent the services of ladies of the evening. Their appointments had come by letter, and duly checked out. They were in town for a convention, no wives, well to do, no arrest records. Down payments in advance, the remainder payable to the ladies prior to services rendered.




Killing Daddy Blue



"So, do you two play together often?" asked Honey, once the evening had been paid for.

"More than you might think," said the taller man, Ted was what he went by, "we've been friends for years, went into the same business together."

"Since we've not had much time to date, we've kind of taken to sampling the local talent," added Sam, with a nice smile. "and so far, this seems to be the best we've found." 

"How sweet of you to say so," said Anastasia, beginning to remove her low-cut white lace blouse.

"Would you ladies like to accompany us to the theater for a show?" asked Sam. "I hear the local production troupe is an undiscovered treasure."

"It is!" exclaimed Honey, "I've seen the show they're doing now and it's great. I'm not so sure we're dressed for the theater though," she said looking down at her tiny skirt and calf high white boots.

"You look perfect," replied Ted, "there is a rather long scene in the production dealing with ladies of the evening, and dressing as the characters in the play is all the rage right now. You'll fit in beautifully."

So, off they went to see the play. The men had hired a limousine for the evening with a well stocked bar even though the girls drank very little. The girls enjoying the attentions their gentlemen paid them, for once not quite feeling like prostitutes. The play was as good as the reviews, and true to their clients predictions little attention was paid to their dress other than the approving looks of the other patrons, at least the men in the crowd. During the intermission the girls were flirted with heavily by three or four very well dressed men, and they were given business cards discretely with the permission of their clients.

"By all means," said Ted, when he was asked if he would mind, "a working girl needs to keep up interest."

Following the intermission, they returned to their assigned seats and as the house lights dimmed, hands began to move toward the short skirts. Honey squirmed a little closer to Ted as his soft hand inched up her thigh, stroking the firm flesh, while opening her legs wider to accommodate him. Anastasia had her hand between Sam's legs, feeling the satisfying bulge in his pants, helping him to unfasten the fly. Finally releasing his cock from it's confines, she slowly stroked the length of it, touching it very lightly. Looking carefully around her, she bent down as though having dropped something, and sucked his rigid meat deep into her mouth. For only a few seconds she sucked hard on his pole, her hard tongue teasing the tip, giving him a taste of what was to come later. It was enough to convince him as his hips thrust up at her mouth, his hands stroking her beautiful red head. Releasing him, she rose up and smiled into his half closed eyes while grasping him again with a soft hand. "I think this is going to be a great evening," she whispered into his ear.

The limousine ride back to the hotel was a flurry of sexual encounters from the time the girls climbed into the big car. Both men helped the ladies into the back of the car with a helping hand to their naked bottoms, fingers sliding into warm vaginas. Once inside with the door closed and divider in place, the girls went to work in earnest, opening trousers for the prizes inside. As the two men sat in the seat, the girls kneeled in front of them, sucking the well hardened cocks presented to them, moaning in delight, their heads bobbing almost in unison.

Ted pulled Honey's shoulders up, "I've got to have some of those beautiful breasts," he whispered, pulling her blouse high. Squeezing her firm mounds together, she shoved his big cock between them, and began slowly riding his pole, watching in glee as it appeared from between her tits. Each time it did, she gave the head a little lick, flicking the tiny opening, nipping at it, sucking at it.

Next to her, Anastasia continued to take Sam's big cock into her mouth, deeper and deeper until she had taken it all into her throat, pausing for a moment, giving him the full effect of her expertise. Grasping her head, he pulled her close, thrust hard and then released her. 

"If you do that too many more times I'm going to come, and I don't want to do that quite yet," he groaned at her.

"Not to worry Sam," she replied, "I haven't met the man I couldn't get hard again in under ten minutes."

They were back at the hotel by this time and the four wasted no time heading for the huge room the men had engaged. Before the door had even opened, Honey's blouse was in Ted's back pocket, and Anastasia's skirt was pulled up to her waist as Sam carried her into the room, his mouth suckling on a firm breast, flicking the hard nipple, while she stroked his head lovingly. Kicking the door shut, Ted scooped Honey into his arms and lay her gently onto the big bed, rolling her tiny skirt up to her taut belly, exposing her silver maned mound, spread her legs wide and gently inserted his tongue into the folds of her wet gash, licking her tasty juices, teasing her hard clit. She arched her back, shoving her mound into his face, begging for more. His tongue was long and it dug deep into her warm, moist nest, touching the deep recesses, and then tracing the outer lips, teasing the clit once again. His hands found her breasts, kneaded them gently, rolling the taut nipples between his fingers. Her hands went to his head, stroking his longish hair, pulling him gently into her hot thighs, forcing his tongue deeper into her, she began to quiver, a climax beginning to well up inside her.

Across the room, Anastasia was leaning against the wall, her strong legs wrapped tightly around Sam's waist, her head flung back, red hair a crimson mist against the white wall, his big cock buried deep in her tender womb, his mouth sucking a big breast, while she bounced on his stiff pole, forcing him ever deeper into her wanton body. Her cries of delight drove him, as he held her tightly in his strong arms, pulling her down onto his iron hard member. She knew that very quickly he would come and she wanted to hold him off for a while yet, so she pushed him away gently. "Not yet, lover, I want this to be very special for you," she whispered. He let her down onto the floor and she flicked his hard cock with a finger. Once and then again until it finally deflated. She then got down on all fours, doggie style, and looking up at him with a smile said, "Pick a hole and fill it."

Sam considered the options for a second and knelt at her head, his now deflated cock in his hand, and fed it into her sensuous mouth. Her lips closed over the wet head of it, her tongue darting around the angry tip, flicking the tiny opening. In a matter of a minute his cock had regained it's former size, forcing it's way into her willing mouth without him having to move.

From the bed, Ted could see Anastasia's firm bottom swaying back and forth as she sucked at Sam's giant prick. Hating to see such a beautiful thing going to waste, he scooped Honey into his arms and stood her behind Anastasia, knelt in front of her and returned his mouth to her luscious cunt as his cock found Anastasia's. Sliding it firmly into her, he began a slow rhythm, matching the Russian's movements. Honey grasped his head firmly, keeping his hungry mouth where it belonged. She wasn't about to miss a single climax from this talented tongue. And climax she did, time and time again, her vagina quivering from his tongue fucking. She could hardly stand, her legs were so weak, but still she held him, forcing him deeper into her insatiable body. As she cried out in her passion, Ted could take no more. He began to climax, his thick load of come squirting deep into the sucking well of Anastasia's cunt, as she squirmed, shoving her tight ass hard against his hips, taking all he had to give, wanting more. Her moans of pleasure vibrating across the giant cock in her mouth giving Sam sensations he had never felt before, he grasped her beautiful face in his hands, holding her firmly, began to climax deep into her mouth, squirting into her throat. He tried pulling away from her, but she followed his hips, sucking him ever deeper, twisting and turning her head like a wild thing, her wet hair sticking to his belly as she continued to take him, swallowing again and again as her mouth filled with his semen, reaching out with one hand, pulling his thigh closer to her until he stopped squirting into her, climaxing all the while. Catching her breath, she continued to suck at him until his cock deflated and he collapsed onto the floor. Honey too could take no more, and rolled Ted onto his back, then sat on his chest. Sliding down his body, she lay on top of him, his face in her hands. "Thank you," she said sweetly, "that was incredible. I love a man with a good tongue." 

Grabbing Sam by the arm Anastasia began pulling the exhausted man toward the big bed. "Come on," she said, tugging at him, "I told you ten minutes to get you hard again, and that leaves me with only six minutes left. I try to never go back on my word."

"Really, I won't hold you to it," he begged.

"It's a matter of honor with me," she replied, grinning, still tugging at him until he finally went with her to the bed. She lay him down on his back, and once again took his cock head into her mouth, and began stroking the shaft with both hands while holding it erect with her sucking lips. Feeling a stirring, she increased motion of her hands and sucked him a little deeper. More stirring, and she brought her hips up to meet his, held his still limp prick in her hands and rubbed the giant head of it between her cunt lips, pushing it little by little into her aching vagina, sucking him into her with powerful muscle contractions. "Do you feel my wet cunt, Sam?" she asked in a quiet voice, "Can you feel your big cock inside me, giving me such pleasure? Does it feel good to be inside me? I love feeling your cock in me, stretching my pussy, filling me up. I want you to come inside me. I want you in my ass. I want you to fill my ass with your come." He was hard again, with two minutes to spare!

Anastasia's words had had the same effect on Ted as well, that and Honey's mouth as she had begun to suck him. Honey could taste his salty come, could taste Anastasia's sweet juices still lingering on his hard cock as she took more and more of him into her hungry throat while she knelt in front of him. Suddenly, he pulled out of her, bent to kiss her, and then whispered to her his desires. Honey obediently turned around, her pert ass facing him as he knelt behind her and fed his throbbing member into her warm vagina. With powerful muscle contractions his big cock began to move inside her, trying to lift her off of the floor as it danced and jerked. Honey too knew that game and began to counter him with her own talented movements, drawing him deeper inside her with her sucking cunt. Anyone watching them would have thought there was nothing happening between them. Their eyes closed, sweat began pouring from the couple as they continued their motionless sex.

On the bed above them, Anastasia too had gotten on to her arms and knees, presenting Sam with her beautiful round ass. Reaching behind her, she spread apart the twin globes, opening the way for his big cock to skewer her. Gritting her teeth as he began shoving the rubbery head into her tortured anus, the tears began to well up in her eyes from the pain. Determined to take him, she pushed back against his relentless pressure, relaxing her tight hole as much as she could until she could feel his thick cock head enter her. He stopped the pressure, allowing her to become used to the size of him. Soon she began to squeeze him with her sphincter muscles, a signal that she was ready for more. Again he pushed into her, and again she pushed back, taking more and more of his prodigious cock into her ravaged ass, stopping every inch or two in order to let her become accustomed to him. Soon they felt their hips meet, and Anastasia wriggled her pert ass hard against him, making sure that she had him all.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"You wouldn't have gotten this far if I wasn't," she said sweetly, "Just take it easy for a little while, 'cause you're awfully damn big."

"I'll be gentle," he promised, easing the big cock out of her slowly, and then sliding back inside her gently with a smooth, long stroke. 

"Mmmm," she moaned, as he continued his slow ravage of her beautiful ass, "that's beginning to feel very nice," and she began once again to meet his thrusts with her own. Harder she thrust against him, straining to take him all with every stroke, loving the feeling as he filled her rectum with his hard pole. Soon she was slamming her ass hard into his hips, begging him to give her more, while he held her thighs tightly, pulling her roughly into him.

"Fuck me harder!" she begged loudly, her voice low and intimidating, "Make my ass come, pleeeese, harder! 

His strokes became faster and harder as he came closer and closer to his raging climax, but Anastasia didn't care about how he felt. All she cared about was the giant pole skewering her tender ass, and the feelings of intense pleasure it gave her as it rammed unmercifully into her body. She could feel the giant thing invading her intestines. She knew that when he did finally come she would be filled like never before.

She had her legs wrapped around his thighs now, pulling his cock as deep into her as she could possibly get it, not letting go, her cunt quivering in climax. Her head shaking from side to side, breasts swaying sensuously, as she cried out in ecstasy. Savagely, he thrust forward, and with a roar began his explosive climax, the thick load of sperm shooting deep into her tortured rectum, bathing her intestines with his sticky load. She could feel the swelling of his massive cock that threatened to rip open her already over stretched sphincter, could feel his cum entering her body, filling her. Unable to contain it all, a thin trail of his cum oozed out of her, dripping in a puddle onto the satin sheets. Still hard, Sam continued fucking the beautiful ass, slippery now with his cum. Anastasia's cunt still quivered in the most intense climax of her life, her entire body shaking as she rammed her hot ass into his hips once again. Instead of shrinking, his big cock seemed to increase in size. She began to think the man was a fuck machine, but she still didn't care. He could do this for another hour so long as she felt this good.

On the floor below, Honey and Ted were also thrashing against each other in the throes of climax, both couples moaning loudly as they found the release they searched for.

"So, how was your night?" asked the Baron when the two girls were safely in the back seat of the big Bentley.

"If I thought I could marry him, I would make him the happiest man ever," sighed Honey, "I thought I'd never stop climaxing. What a cock he has! Good looking, rich, and nice. What more could a woman want?"

"And here I thought you were in love with me," said Granger in a disappointed voice, "Now I really feel bad, I feel so unloved!"

"We all love you Granger," said Honey in a soothing voice. "Really we do, you've been so good to us since you took over. And look what we made tonight as a tip. Daddy Blue would have had that money in a heartbeat and beat us if we tried to keep any of it. Now we can put it into our savings, or buy something nice for ourselves. Hell yes, we love you!"

"I love you too," said Anastasia quietly. Honey turned to stare at her. She knew the voice of honesty. Honey leaned close to her friend's ear, "You really do, don't you?" she asked. Anastasia nodded, and blushed. "Oh shit," said Honey, "now you've got a problem." "I know," replied Anastasia, "Believe me, Honey, I know."

"So, now what are you going to do?" asked Honey, "Do you think he's in love with you?"

"I think he's in love with all of us," replied Anastasia, "and that doesn't make it any easier for me. It's just that I think I would make him a good wife. I want to be a good wife for him, but look at the competition! I think even Holly wants to take him away from me. Have you noticed that I'm the only one he hasn't slept alone with yet? I don't know what to do. That song was right, love stinks"

"Well, you don't have any competition from me, I mean he's sweet and all, but I'm not looking for any long term relationship. I like my life the way it is. And as for Holly, I think she's too much of a whore. The girl really loves her work. I mean, she really loves her work. If anything, Holly sees him as a father figure, and that's what the girl needs most in her life. And actually, he hasn't slept with her yet either. As for Barbie, and Lana, well, they're beautiful, but really no competition for you. For what it's worth, I've seen the way he looks at you, and if I were looking for a man, that's the look I would want to see. I say go for it. What have you got to loose?"

"Only more rejection I suppose, but I can deal with that."

"What are you two Dolls talking about back there?" interjected Granger. "You plotting against me already?" He asked with a smile.

"Not quite," replied Honey, "Anastasia is in love with you and wants to marry you."

An elbow to the ribs almost cut off Honey's reply, and the smile disappeared from Granger's face as he studied the two beauties in the rear of the big sedan.

"You need to watch the road," said Anastasia quietly, turning away from his gaze.

The Bentley slowed silently to a stop in the garage and Granger opened the rear door for the girls to exit. "I want to talk to you," he said sharply, holding Anastasia's arm as they entered the house. "Go get cleaned up and then come in here," he growled before slamming the door to his office. He didn't look happy, and she was suddenly afraid of him. So was Honey, for the first time. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't think he would get mad. I swear, if he beats you, I'll kill him."

An hour later Anastasia knocked gently on the door to Granger's office. "Come!" he replied gruffly, and she entered, trembling slightly. He arose from behind the ornate desk, still dressed in the jeans and sport shirt he preferred. She hesitated inside the doorway. "Close it," he demanded, staring at the vision of beauty that stood before him. Dressed in a white lace teddy that barely covered her upper thighs, and long white silk stockings ending in white high heels, her long, deep red hair in beautiful waves hung over her shoulders.

"Would you like to explain?" he asked. The voice was no longer gruff, but quiet, and yet menacing. "Is there truth to the allegation?"

"I am sorry, I do not understand allegation," she replied, stalling for time.

"Is what Honey said true?" he asked in a louder voice.

Again, fear gripped the Russian beauty. "Da," she said very quietly. "I may as well tell him the truth and be done with it," she thought to herself, "The worst he can do is kill me, and then I will be over this pain."

"In English!" he barked.

"Yes!" she shouted, "It is true! Now do what you will to me if you must punish me for it!" She lowered her head, visibly shaking now, expecting the kind of beating Daddy Blue liked to dole out whenever one of his whores became unruly.

"Punish you? Do you have any idea what it has been like for me, putting you out on the street, or into a hotel with other men? Knowing that some other man is doing to you what I so desperately want to do? Knowing what you are, knowing that that is what you do, knowing that you enjoy what you do?" He took her face in his hands, and kissed her, easing his tongue deep into her open mouth, searching. 

It took Anastasia two heartbeats to understand the meaning of his actions before throwing her arms around him and with a sharp, muffled moan, returned his kiss.

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life," he said, finally releasing her. "After the first night we had sex in front of everyone else I knew I could never do it with you again, because if I did I would fall completely in love with you."