PIMPING


                              by John P

                           Copyright© 2011




With all my financial worries, I can't sleep. I have four kids,
two boys and two girls, and no wife, and the world is closing in
on me. The bills are piled high, each one printed in red, and
we'll be kicked out of the flat in two days if I can't find the
rent before then. I'm desperate but I don't know where to turn.
The sex dreams still come every night but I think it might be a
nightmare I'll have tonight.


PIMPING

"Hi Dad," calls Mark when I come through the door. "I need to
talk to you about the diary for next week." My older son is 15,
dark-haired and quite tall, and his slim body and nice rounded
bottom make him immediately attractive to all the people he
meets. "Sheila wants to see you first though, so I'll talk to you
afterwards."

I hand him the 50 I just earned and he puts it in the cash-box.
"How much this week?" I ask and he replies, "1375 up to now." It
sounds good. We should clear at least 2000 this week, maybe 3000.

When I go into Sheila's room, my 12-year-old daughter, dressed in
a negligee that is almost transparent, is about to put on her
see-through knickers but when she sees me, she stops and smiles.

"Hi Daddy. I've got a treat for you. Mr. Andrews has just been...
you know, the big black man from number 38. He's just left a
really big load of spunk in me and it's dribbling down my legs.
Do you want to suck it out of me?"

She lies down on the bed and opens her legs wide, putting her
feet flat on the bed so that I can easily see her gaping pussy.
Another thick dribble of spunk appears at her pussy and begins to
run down to her bum-hole. I stoop quickly and catch it with my
tongue, savoring the strong taste before swallowing it. I lick up
all that has previously run out, and Sheila sighs as my tongue
begins to stimulate her.

My daughter grabs a pillow for her head so she can watch her
daddy suck the black man's spunk from her ravaged cunt. The thick
black cock she has just made cum inside her had forced open the
normally tight little pussy and left it gaping wide and it will
take some time for her muscles to make her hole go back to
normal. Meanwhile, the distended hole allows me to see much of
the seed he has pumped into my daughter's normally tight pussy.

As my tongue and lips work on the task, Sheila is starting to
tremble and I know that it is my tongue which is arousing her.
She moans loudly as I lick and she encourages me.

"Yes, Daddy! Suck it! Suck that spunk out!" she cries and she
starts to wriggle her hips. I hold her hips tight, keeping her
from escaping my mouth and my tongue goes deep into her pussy in
the search for potent seed. The tip of my tongue finds plenty but
I want it all so I drop down to the floor, bringing Sheila with
me so that I can place her cunt over my face.

She flexes her young muscles to push out more of the black man's
seed and I'm rewarded when big gobs of thick spunk suddenly flood
my mouth.

"Do it, Daddy? Swallow it!" she cries and my tongue goes in her
hot hole again, tasting her insides. Some more spunk comes down
and I swallow it, but my daughter begins to wriggle again on my
face.

"Daddy! Daddy! You're making me cum!" she pants and suddenly she
pushes her pussy down onto my face, covering my nose and mouth as
her body goes rigid and she groans. I can't breathe but her cum
juices now flow out of her pussy and into my mouth and suddenly
breathing is the last thing on my mind.

She's shaking now, her body shuddering hard on my face, and her
clit is being rubbed hard on my nose as the waves of orgasm are
washing over her. My hands hold her hips tight as her knees grip
my head tightly and I feel like I'm in a vice, unable to breathe.


When her shaking stops, I know it's over and she releases my head
and rolls off me to lie next to me on the floor. She's spent,
exhausted, and she cuddles up close to me, putting her arm around
my neck and kissing my lips which are shiny with spunk and her
cum-juices. My hands go behind her and I caress the fine taut
buttocks under her negligee, knowing that she enjoys my hands on
her body.

She snuggles closer to me and we lie together until she begins to
fall asleep in my arms. I look down her lithe body as she sleeps,
running my fingers over her hips and I touch one of her small
breasts. The breast is firm and the nipple hard and I know that
one day, a man will come along and she will want him to touch her
like I do, and she will want him to please her with his mouth and
I think then how lucky he will be.

When I think she's fully asleep, I ease my arm from under her
neck and lay her head on a cushion and find a blanket to cover
her. I kiss her forehead and leave her, thinking how beautiful
she is.

Once out of her room, I find Mark and we look at the diary
together. "Dad," he says, apparently uncomfortable with
something. "It's about Mr. Andrews. It doesn't seem right. Mr.
Andrews pays 50 extra for Sheila to come off the pill and have
his baby but she's still taking it. She'll never get pregnant if
she carries on with it."

"Mark," I say. "He's getting to fuck your beautiful 12-year-old
sister. She's worth the extra 50," and I laugh, wondering where
Mark gets his conscience from.

"But what about Mr. Grace and Mr. Thomas? They are paying extra
to get her pregnant too."

"Fuck 'em!" I say and forget about it. "What about the diary?"

Mark says, "I've got the owner of the building coming at 5 today
and he wants to rape me again. That shouldn't take too long."

"Emily has to go the dentist next Tuesday so I've rearranged it
so that the two paedophiles come on Wednesday instead," says
Mark, checking that what he's written is correct. "They just want
to play with her pussy and bottom while she sucks them off."

Emily is almost 9 and the baby of the family. She has learnt to
suck cock, thanks to me, and she has the coy innocent schoolgirl
act down to a fine art. She really is a pleasure to watch. The
paedophiles really love her and they have to book more than two
weeks in advance because she's so popular. We charge 100 a time
for her and there is no shortage of takers.

"Those two salesmen want Kenny on Tuesday night so that shouldn't
be a problem," Mark says. "He has after-school activities then
but the salesmen won't come until 7 so we'll be finished with our
meal by then. They want him to suck cock and be bummed. He's okay
with that so I've confirmed their booking."

Kenny is 11 and cute as a button. It was difficult at first but
once we taught him to push out when somebody was bumming him, he
could take Mark and me with no trouble. He likes sucking and
likes to taste the spunk before he swallows it.

"I've got a pervert for you," he says, "but that's tomorrow at 3.
That's OK, isn't it?"

"What's he want?" I ask and Mark replies, "He wants to piss on
you and make you thrash him. Then he wants to suck you off while
you fuck him with a giant dido."

"Okay," I say, "I can manage that. What are we charging him?" and
Mark tells me, "80."

"Right," I say. "Where's Kenny?" and Mark says, "He's in his
room, entertaining Mr. Armitage. The old man wants to suck Kenny
off and then bum him."

I decide to peep in and see how it's going so I creep to his door
and open it quietly so as not to disturb the lovers. Mr. Armitage
is partly deaf but Kenny hears the slight sound and looks around
to see who just opened the door. When he sees me, he smiles, but
Mr. Armitage is fully engrossed in fucking my 11-year-old son's
lovely arse and he doesn't know I'm watching. His cock is long
and thick, and I wonder if maybe one day he might like to push
that into me. I'd certainly like to try it.

Kenny has to moan very loudly so that Mr. Armitage can hear it
and it's important because it often takes the old gentleman some
time before he's able to fill Kenny's bum with spunk. But Kenny
is the ultimate professional and will stay with it until he feels
the old man's spunk shoot into his rectum. I close the door
gently and decide to see what little Emily is doing.

We've made a little peep-hole to look into Emily's room because
we don't want to disturb the paedophiles who use her. They are
particularly sensitive about being seen to molest a child so we
look through the peep-hole to see that Emily is alright. All her
customers know that fucking her is off-limits for now but when
she's 11, I'll take her cherry and teach her about being fucked.
It's my duty after all to see to her education.

Mrs. Rowan is in there with her husband. They are regulars and so
we never need to worry about them with Emily. When I look in,
Emily is sitting on a chair, naked, with her legs spread wide,
each leg over an arm of the chair. Mr. Rowan is naked and
kneeling between Emily's legs, licking her pretty little pussy
while Mrs. Rowan watches as he strokes his cock. Mrs. Rowan's
hand is inside her panties and she's stroking her hairy pussy,
her fingers rubbing her large clitoris as she watches her husband
worship Emily's tiny pussy. If it goes as usual, Mr. Rowan will
make Emily cum and then shoot his spunk all over her face and in
her mouth.

After that, Emily must go over to Mrs. Rowan and describe what
the naughty man has done to her. She's a marvel at this and tells
Mrs. Rowan that the man has licked her little pussy and shot all
this white stuff on her face. Mrs. Rowan follows her, putting her
hand between Emily's legs and saying, "Is this where he licked,
child? Did you like it when he made you all wet? Did he lick this
little button, child? It feels hard, Emily. Perhaps I should kiss
it better."

At this point, Mrs. Rowan sits Emily in the chair again and she
kneels in front of her. The woman licks her, asking, "Did he do
this, Emily? Is this making you feel better?" Mr. Rowan stands
close as Mrs. Rowan brings Emily towards her climax again and
after Emily cums, Mrs. Rowan licks the child's face and mouth to
get all the spunk she can find, swallowing it all.

It's nearly half past four now and I want to watch the rent man,
the owner of our building, with Mark. It sounds like it will be
an exciting thing to watch. The owner, Mr. Ellis, has a gorgeous
daughter, Katy, and I wonder if one day I will get into her
knickers.

Twenty minutes later, the Rowans come out of Emily's room,
dressed and looking most respectable, and they leave after paying
their bill. They come twice a month and only ever want Emily so
Mark books them in for the week after next.

It's almost time for Mr. Ellis to arrive and I have arranged with
Mark that they go into Emily's room. Then the doorbell rings and
I answer it, showing him into the waiting room. George Ellis is a
regular of Mark's and so he knows that Mr. Ellis requires a boy
to dominate. Mark goes into Emily's room to prepare for his rape
and, after 5 minutes, I lead George to the room, open the door
and he enters. I nip quickly next door to see what happens
through the peep-hole.

Mark is lying on his belly naked, his upper body propped up on
his elbows as he reads a magazine. George springs onto Mark's
back, his arm going around Mark's neck in a strangle-hold. George
can feel the boy's bottom plainly through his nylon track-suit
pants as he straddles him and his erection is already beginning.

"What the...?" Mark manages to cry, even though the pressure of
the arm around his neck is quite firm.

"I'm sick of you being a little tease!" growls George. "The
teasing stops now! You're going to give me what I want!"

"Please, mister, don't hurt me!" cries Mark, fearful of the large
man who weighs so heavily on his body. "What have I done? What do
you want?"

"I've seen you, walking the corridors, giving men the eye. I know
your sort. You're a fairy who needs men to fuck your lovely
little arse!"

"I didn't..." Mark begins to protest. "I never..."

"Shut your mouth, sissy boy! Why aren't you wearing your
knickers? Already had a man in here?" George is ridiculing the
boy, scaring him so that he will co-operate with what George
intends.

"You have a nice little bottom, Mark. Really firm." George eases
up on the boy's throat and kisses his neck. "Do you like men to
kiss you? Do you like to play with cock instead of pussy, Mark?"

George lifts up and releases his grip on Mark's throat and turns
him over so that he looks straight into his eyes. The boy is
pretty, with long eye-lashes and a cute nose, and his eyes are
soft in their expression. He is a gentle boy who is a perfect
candidate for being the victim of rape! The man pulls down his
track-suit pants and Mark gazes in awe at the long thick tube of
engorged flesh sprouting from his groin.

As George bends down to kiss him, Mark opens his lips so that the
man can push his tongue into his mouth. He can't escape; he knows
that. The man is going to rape him and all the boy can do is to
let him have his way, to minimise the chance of injury. He will
co-operate with his rapist, give him everything he wants. His
hand seeks out the man's cock and finds it stiff and hot, and he
secretly thrills at the feel of it.

Mark sucks the tongue which invades his mouth, tickling it with
the tip of his own tongue in an effort to please the man. But
George expects to have to resort to violence to subdue the boy
and feels confusion when the boy touches him in a way he finds
most pleasurable. When Mark's arms go around the man and caress
his back, George is unsure how to further his plan for the boy's
rape, wondering if it will be necessary at all.

The boy's hand moves back and forth, masturbating the man in a
slow sensual fashion, and one of the boy's hands moves up to the
back of George's head to stroke his hair while his mouth caresses
the man's tongue. Mark is making love to him!

The boy moves his head back and the man's tongue is released.
"Please, mister, tell me what you like. I'll do anything you
want."

George says gruffly, "Suck my cock, you little fairy!" and Mark
shuffles down between the man's legs until he reaches the cock
that he will suck so lovingly.

The man watches as his captive licks his large knob, especially
underneath where it is most sensitive. He fondles the man's
balls, moving them gently in their sac. The boy's tongue licks
its way down until one of the big balls is gently sucked into his
mouth and the tip of his tongue runs around the egg which fills
his mouth.

When Mark's mouth works its way from his ball-sac towards this
knob again, George is mellowing considerably. His pee-slit oozes
pre-cum and the boy licks it away with his tongue, searching for
more. When the man's knob is sucked completely into the boy's
mouth, he draws in his breath sharply. His tongue works around
it, licking and sucking gently to give his captor the most
pleasure he can.

George feels the boy's wet finger pressed against his bum-hole
and he relaxes, pushing out so that his captive is able to push
it inside. The gentle sucking along with the finger-fucking is
making the man's knob ooze more pre-cum and the boy laps it up
greedily, trying to convince his captor that his desire to please
him is genuine.

The boy's mouth and tongue work ceaselessly to pleasure his
captor and George's thoughts of violence are fast receding when
he realises that his captive will do anything he asks. He wants
to fuck the boy, to fuck him hard, but in view of the boy's
desire to please him, the man may not need to force him. When he
pulls his cock from the boy's mouth, Mark speaks.

"Please, mister, will you fuck me? I need a man, a real man.
You're right, I'm a sissy really and I do wear girls' knickers.
Can I be YOUR girl? Please?"

George thinks of his daughter, the sexy 13-year-old, and his
desire to molest her. Would Mark fit the bill? Would Mark be his
little girl? Maybe if he dressed just right and combed his long
hair a certain way...

"Do you want to be my little girl, Mark?" the man asks. "Do you
want me touching your boy-pussy and filling it with spunk?"

"Oh yes please! Will you do it now? Please?" Mark says, quite
excited at the prospect. "Will you buy me some nice knickers and
bras too? I like pale blue."

There is no more talk. George grabs a pillow, pushes it beneath
the boy's bottom and kneels between the boy's legs. He gathers
each leg in the crook of his arms and pushes Mark's legs back
until the boy is bent double, his legs next to his ears. Unknown
to George, Mark has filled his bottom with lubricant so that it
would be unnecessary to break off and go in search of it when the
man wanted to fuck him.

The man places his big knob against the boy's anus and looks into
his eyes. This will be the test; this will be rape if the boy
starts to refuse his hard cock!

"Please do it! I want it!" says Mark quietly.

George's cock is still wet from Mark's sucking and so he pushes
forward, opening up the boy's sphincter with his large knob. Mark
knows to push out and he does so, allowing the knob to slip
through the anal ring. The man's knob is crushed in a hot velvet
vice but he pauses, waiting for the bum-hole of the young
14-year-old to adjust to his size.

Mark looks into George's eyes and he whispers seductively,
"Yesss. Go further."

The man pushes again and two more inches slide into the boy's
welcoming boy-pussy. The boy's breath comes out in a whoosh as he
feels the thickness slide inside him but he waits for the man to
penetrate him further. Another push and the boy is completely
impaled on George's stiff cock, his coarse pubic hair scratching
Mark's bottom and ball-sac.

Mark sighs, looks up into George's face and smiles at him. "Love
me, Daddy. Make love to your little girl," he whispers.

As the man slowly pulls back, Mark feels the friction inside his
rectum and he sighs, waiting for the man to push back in again.
George feels the friction too, enjoying the sensation of young
fresh boy-pussy. He starts the rhythm, fucking in and out of the
young bottom, and feeling his lust mounting as he looks into the
youngster's face. 'He's enjoying it!' George thinks. 'He's
enjoying me fucking him!'

The boy feels his bottom filled with man-cock, feels the fullness
of the thick cock which rubs the walls of his rectum and makes
him tingle. 'He's fucking me! A real man is fucking me!' He sighs
with every inward stroke and wants to kiss the man who makes him
feel so good.

"Kiss me, Daddy. I love you!" Mark waits for the man, hoping that
he will push his thick tongue into his young mouth for the boy to
suck.

"Do you really want to be my Katy, Mark?" he whispers to the boy
and Mark replies, "Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck your Katy's little pussy."

It's then that George's lust finally overtakes him and he begins
to fuck vigorously into the boy's pussy, and then he presses his
tongue against the boy's lips and it enters his mouth. He
breathes hard into Mark's mouth, panting as the boy pulls the
man's buttocks towards him so that he can take every inch of his
adult cock.

"Do you want it, Katy? Do you really want Daddy's cock?" George
is on the verge of spilling his seed into the hot wet hole of the
child beneath him and Mark thinks quickly what to say to him.

"Fill me, Daddy! Fill my pussy with spunk!" and George begins to
cum.

Mark cries out, "I can feel it, Daddy. I can feel it inside me!"

George's cock spurts gob after gob of his hot spunk into the
child's rectum, liberally coating the walls, and Mark throws his
arms around the man's neck and kisses him. His lips kiss the
man's neck and he holds tight to the man who inseminates him,
whispering, "Breed me, Daddy!"

The man's cock jerks and each jerk is accompanied by yet another
shot of hot seed which is pumped far up inside the boy's pussy.
The boy moans and George groans as the sperming continues and
each kisses the other in sexual affection, the rape idea having
been long forgotten.

When the pulsing of the man's cock finally ceases, they are
holding each other, George still buried deeply in the boy's
pussy.

"I love you, Katy," the man says softly and his new daughter
replies, "I love you too, Daddy," and she snuggles into his chest
as George caresses the soft skin of her cheek. They lay together,
arms around each other, and whisper the things that lovers
whisper when the love-making is finally over.

"Will you buy me some sexy knickers, Daddy?" whispers Mark. "I
want to wear sexy clothes just for you."

"Yes, sweety. Your little pussy will look nice in tiny knickers,"
and George's hands move behind the child to feel his taut
buttocks.



My eyes open and I check the clock. It's 3.09 and I'm awake again
with a hard-on. My mind goes back to my son's little bum with
George's cock buried to the hilt inside him. I masturbate once
more to a dream, wondering if one day my dream will come true.
Perhaps I could find some men who will pay to use my family...
I'll see the landlord tomorrow. Maybe we can make a deal. We
certainly need the money.


END