5 comments/ 68377 views/ 14 favorites My Subservient Cum Pig Ch. 01 By: Paktrans Once you've made what you know to be a kick-ass amateur porno. A movie you know is far superior to the regular fare available on the internet amateur sites, you feel the need to get it to the public and expose it a larger audience. You immediately balance off the risk of personal exposure and embarrassment with the desire to disseminate what you believe to be superior erotica to a wider audience. You want to know your fellow aficionados appreciate the finer arts of your movie making expertise and the efforts of your sweaty, cum-covered starlet. The danger of course, is public exposure leading to embarrassment and ridicule. This is the conundrum I was left with after filming an amazing cum swallowing home video involving a sweaty, greasy cum-smeared slut by the name of Jane. Jane is a thirty year-old innocent-looking fuck machine, with librarian good looks hiding a subservient personality. She is petite with soft milky white skin, a narrow waist, a plump (not fat) ass that resembles a large peach and large heavy all natural breasts with large chewy nipples. She has the kind of body that makes you want to grab a fistful of flesh and plow a furrow. Jane had just finished an amazing video-taped cum chug and swallow session with me as swordsman not two weeks before. The session and resulting video was incredibly hot, featuring the sticky cum pig's swallow talents on show, milking my cock and balls and augmenting the fresh load with a weeks worth of my masturbated ball slop; all of which she consumed with a cum-splattered smile. I converted the tape into a high quality amateur porn video via editing software on the laptop and burned it to disk, knowing the boys would get a kick out of it at our local poker session. Keen on their feedback, I was amazed and somewhat disturbed by the deafening silence in the room at the end of the showing. Breaking an awkward silence, I threw my cards on the table and asked collectively, 'what do you think?' There was a long pause until finally Stevie broke the awkward silence and said, 'Dude, you've got a live one there!' I could tell from the stunned silence and uncomfortable shuffling that the video tape had made a huge impact on the assembled crowd and was far superior to the murky hidden camera sessions displayed at our previous parties. 'Is there any way we can meet this babe?' Justin asked. In reply, I suggested that we convene the next poker party at my place. The response was a resounding 'You're on dude!' which made me think the lads were expecting far more than the audio-visuals. The next day, given the positive feedback from my poker mates, I resolved to continue the 'degrading downward spiral' of my naïve, trusting subservient cum slut. Planning the poker party for the following weekend, I was now committed to pushing the boundaries of my relationship with Jane. Basically, I resolved to see just how far I could make this cum bunny go. I wanted to breakdown the slut's inhibitions and self-respect to such a point that she would fuck, suck and swallow the seed of any man I picked for her. With just over six days until show time, I needed to fully prep the slut, both physically and (more importantly) emotionally. The physical part was easy; I purchased some 'fuck me' high heels from the local porn shop. With 6 inch heels, I calculated these shoes would accentuate her peach-shaped ass and would give the boys something to hold onto as they fucked her. As for lingerie, I thought about purchasing some and then dispensed with the idea thinking there was no reason to empower the slut, better to leave her fully exposed and vulnerable. The emotional part was more difficult. I needed her to 'jump' that gap in our relationship between monogamy and subservience to my command. I wanted to farm this slut out, and in doing so, I needed her to willingly open her legs, mouth and labia for any man that I pointed to. Her emotional state was fragile (aren't they all?), so I needed to tread lightly. I needed to tap into her basic carnal urges and totally smash any fragment of inhibition left. On the positive side, I was sure this slut had a history. Based on her performance to date, I was sure she had a dark past that only needed to be exposed & exploited to get the full mileage out of her. Jane continually surprised me with her depravity. Whenever I gave her an inch, she would take all seven. Whenever I offered her a sip, she would chug the glass. Whenever I suggested a lick on the balls, she would tongue wash my crotch & scrotum and lick my asshole clean. Interestingly, unlike any of my previous subservients, Jane never begged for 'my' sperm when she was close to cumming; she always begged for cum in general; a subtle difference which made me think she had previous experience in group sex and gang bangs. 'Well my little darling,' I thought, 'you've fallen out of the fry pan and into the fire.' The first step was to arrange the male side of the equation. A series of phone calls and emails made it clear to the lads that it was on for the weekend. The twist however, was that entry to my house the following Saturday would require a full glass of cum. Expecting protests & questions, I explained my previous trick of masturbating daily into a glass in lead up to the weekend to ensure a respectable volume of ball slop for the cum pig's subsequent consumption. I was surprised by the quiet acceptance of the entry fee. Obviously, the DVD screening the previous weekend left a lasting impression. The second step was the big one, convincing Jane. When you take a risk like I was proposing to do, you roll the dice. On the one hand it can result in the loss of a girlfriend. Any self-respecting woman would say, 'fuck you!' if told she was booked in to fuck & suck six total male strangers. On the other hand, there are subservient women out there with personality disorders and/or strange cravings who will never willingly set up these opportunities themselves; however, once confronted with them, will beg, crawl naked and totally debase themselves to make it happen. In order to get her agreement, I needed her verbal permission beforehand. I couldn't risk setting up the scene only to have the starlet no-show on me. Lying in bed five days before the weekend, I softly licked her neck and whispered while spooning her, 'Remember when I had you naked in my living room, nuzzling my crotch and I brought out the video camera?' 'Mmm,' she said, 'That was nice'. 'But when I said to you, "that's not all..." You looked scared and shot a glance at the door, why?' I asked, hoping for the right answer. She paused, and whispered very faintly, '...because I thought you had invited your friends over to use me...' Past the point of no return, I continued, 'And if I had invited my friends to use you and they'd walked through the door, what would you have done?' After a long pause, Jane replied in a barely perceptible whisper. '.... I would have fucked them...' With that reply, I new I had my green light. Nothing more was said. I returned home the next day and phoned her that night. I indicated that she needed to come to my house on Saturday. 'Isn't it your poker night?' She asked. 'It is but you're the special guest....' I replied, with enough double meaning to send a clear message. There was complete silence on the other end for what seemed an eternity, until finally Jane whispered quietly, '...is 8 o'clock OK?' 'That'll be fine.' I said. 'What should I wear?' she asked, to which I replied abruptly, 'Something you don't mind getting stained & dirty.' And I hung up the phone. The next five days was spent in growing anticipation. I had no communication with Jane and the lump in my stomach grew larger and larger. With breathless anticipation, Saturday finally arrived. I had the high heel shoes laid out in the doorway, and the boys, all six of them, were noisily drinking beer and swapping stories around the kitchen table. The 'entry' fees were lined up on the table. Six glasses of milky spunk, some full, some not so full. A lot of banter over who had collected the most spunk rolled around the table until it was unanimously decided that Al won hands down. His glass easily contained over half a beer can of milky sperm. Eight o'clock came and went and a few of the boys were on their third and fourth beers when they began to shoot me nervous glances. Finally Stevie said, 'Dude, I think she is a no-show.' As I was about to reply the door bell rang... You could have heard a pin drop in the place. I unbolted the door and swung it open. Standing in the door way was Jane, dressed in a raincoat with a belt. 'Come on in and take your coat off...' I said. 'I'd rather not.' Jane replied, before squeezing past me and pecking me on the cheek. 'Can I use your bathroom?' She asked. 'Sure, and put these on ...' I told her, handing her the high heel shoes. Her eyes caught mine as she took the shoes and stopped. The guys laughter echoed from the kitchen as she stared into my eyes and after a long pause said, 'Do you really want me to do this?' 'Yes.' I croaked in reply, for the first time in our relationship not sure if I had gone too far. Gazing into my eyes with a pleading expression, the spell was suddenly broken when Al cracked a loud blathering fart in the next room. Jane swallowed, stared at the floor, tucked the shoes under her arm and shuffled into the bathroom. Minutes later, as I waited in the kitchen hallway and exchanged some banter with the boys, I heard the bathroom door open behind me. This was followed by the click-clack of high heel shoes on the tile floor. The chatter in the room suddenly stopped dead. I noticed wide-eyed expressions on the boys before turning around and beholding a sight which will stay with me forever. There stood Jane, naked except for the high heels I had given her. Not one for much make-up, she had liberally applied lipstick and eye shadow which gave her a slutty wanton look. Her large pendulous breasts sat upright with rubbery extended nipples, her labia were aroused, fully swollen and clearly visible hanging like two fat flaps out of her shaved crotch. Her plump peach ass and thighs, accentuated by the high heels glowed alabaster white. Her whole body was covered by a slick, oily sheen of baby oil. Evidently, Jane brought a bottle with her and prepared her herself in the bathroom for the coming fuck and swallow session by pouring the oil all over her skin. I was amazed and incredibly turned on by the thought that this women had travelled across town dressed only in a raincoat with a bottle of baby oil in the pocket. It also reinforced to me that she was no first-timer at this kind of thing. Obviously, she had oiled up for gang bangs before knowing a horny group of guys would get turned on by the sight of an oil-covered cum slut. She gazed at each guy in turn before spying the seven glasses of splooge on the table. Once she realized what it was, she let out a barely perceptible groan and her shoulders seemed to slump slightly. She stood still attempting to look sexy; however, she seemed unsure of where to put her hands, which she continually clenched and unclenched above her shaved, oil-soaked pussy. Finally she turned to me and nervously said, 'Well?' 'Check out this fucking slut!' Justin hissed, followed by murmurs from the remaining crowd. 'Gentlemen, allow me to introduce CUM PIG!' I exclaimed loudly. The next sounds were the scrapes of the chairs as six guys rose in unison. Jason saddled up to her, grabbing one butt cheek and one tit in each hand, 'Not bad dude!' He said as he pinched her ass and looked her up and down as if he was assessing horseflesh. Jane brushed him aside and click-clacked over to the table where the glasses of cum sat. 'Is this for me?' She asked to no-one in particular. Not waiting for an answer, she picked up the nearest glass and attempted to throw it back. Unfortunately, her attempt to gain control of the room embarrassingly failed as half way through she must have realized it was too much for one chug. She stopped, gulped and was about to finish the glass when the full funky taste of the slop overcame her. She gagged, spluttered and quickly drew her hand to her mouth. Sperm leaked from between her fingers as she placed the half-emptied glass back beside the other five and struggled to hold the slop down. 'Sorry' she spluttered, fixing me with a puppy-dog look. It was then I realized she was trying desperately hard for my approval. However, I was in no mood to let her off the hook, 'Finish the spunk CUM PIG, and don't spill any!' She reacted like she had been slapped, and quickly turned back to the glasses lined up on the table. She licked the sperm off her palm and fingers before picking up the now half-empty glass. Wiping her greasy lower lip with the back of her hand, she obediently threw back the remaining slop. This time it all stayed down and Jane sheepishly scooped up the last remnants of spunk in the bottom of the glass with two fingers before putting them in her mouth and sucking them clean. At this point, most of the guys were still dumb-founded by this plump, oiled, large breasted, high-heeled naked slut who had just walked into the kitchen and consumed a glass of sperm. 'So, how did I taste?' Al teased her. 'Mmm, very yummy...' She replied licking her greasy lips. 'Try some?' She said and eased toward Al in a clumsy attempt to french kiss him with her sticky tongue. Al was having no part of it and pushed the oily slut away. Embarrassed by the rejection, Jane stood in the middle of the room naked & blushing visibly despite the sheen on her cheeks, not sure of what to do next. She nervously looked at me for any cue. I let her stew in the awkward silence that followed to break down any lasts shreds of self-respect before giving the lads the thumbs up and saying, 'OK, boys, fuck the shit out of this cum pig!' With that, it was on. Six guys moved in a coordinated scrum and cleared the chairs away. The cum glasses were moved aside and my naked subservient girlfriend was hoisted onto the table, and laid on her back, legs in the air. The lads began shedding clothes and positioning themselves around her. My idea of the high-heels seemed to work out as Callum grabbed a hold of both heels and wrenched her legs apart. Jane lifted her arms, ran her fingers through her hair and seemed to steel herself for the coming storm as Justin's cock, which was now conveniently freed from his pants plopped three-quarters erect on her forehead. Al reached around Callum and began lewdly pulling Jane's fat labia apart to reveal her wet and glistening fuck hole and clit. The obvious wetness made a mockery of any attempt at shyness on her part. At this point in the proceedings Jane locked eyes with me. It was hard to judge, but I'm sure I saw a pleading expression which suddenly made me stop and think, what the hell am I doing to this poor girl? Just as my conscience began to take over, I noticed the greasy sperm residue on her lips from the glass of spunk she had consumed. At the same time Callum began wet slapping his erect cock against Jane's meaty labia. I shot a leering smile at her which made her look away, eyes watering. I was spared further trauma when Justin turned her face and stuffed his cock in her mouth causing her to momentarily gag and blow a chuff of air out her nostrils. I could write four or five chapters on what transpired on that kitchen table. Suffice to say Jane endured an hour of hardcore fucking. The boys ploughed into her without respite, exchanging positions, laughing and high-fiving. I took my turn halfway through but most of the time stood back and directed traffic. Making sure the video camera, which I had dug out of my bag, captured all the action. Periodically, I bent over the greasy slut and horked a spit ball on her belly button; adding more slime to the baby oil and sweaty mess which pooled in the cleft around her belly button. Occasionally one of the lads would say 'Feeding time!', and Jane's head and shoulders would be pulled up and supported so one of the lads could pour a cum-filled glass down her gullet. She struggled visibly with the stale, no doubt improperly stored ball mayo and seemed to dry heave on several occasions. However, like a trooper, she kept it all down. Most of the cock-fired cum shots were caught on her cup-shaped tongue; however, the inevitable misses and over spray soon made Jane's face look like a glazed donut. In between the third and fourth glass of ball juice, I looked down at Jane and was fascinated to see three black curly pubic hairs plastered to her right cheek as she busily lathered Don's balls in build up to his impending wet release. Don winked at me as he jacked his fat prick. 'Aaah, that's good!' he grunted, then blurted out 'FUCK!' with a huge exhalation of air as Jane quickly released the suction on his balls and caught the thick white lumpy load on her slimy tongue. Playing the consummate cum slut for the video, Jane looked at the camera and blew frothy cum bubbles as part of a huge milk moustache before swallowing the mouthful in one gulp. Don patted her wet cheek before turning to me and saying, 'Did you get that shot! This is one nasty pig!' I nodded with a mixture of disgust and fascination. At this point, Jane had swallowed multiple cock shots and four glasses of cum and was visibly struggling. The air in the kitchen had become oppressively hot and humid with seven guys and one girl working at a furious pace. Jane was now a cum splattered mess. It was getting very difficult for the boys to get a good grip on her for leverage due to the pool of sperm, baby oil and sweat. The smell of stale cum filled the air and I was reminded again of the primordial effect this smell had on sluts like Jane. In the midst of the scrum, Jane's nostrils flared visibly as she inhaled and savored the pungent vapors emanating from the glasses of cum and sticky cocks. Halfway through the fuck session, Simon caused a short delay in proceedings when he instructed Callum to pin her ankles behind her ears. Callum complied and Jane's peach-shaped ass rose off the table, exposing her fat labia and wrinkled anus. Before I could click onto what he was trying to do, Simon had popped his swollen cock head through Jane's oil-soaked brown button, well south of the hole allowed in the ground rules. Jane's reaction was immediate, she lifted her head off the table, pursed her lips in a big fleshy 'O' shape and began making a strange monkey sound as Simon eased the full length of his impressively thick, veiny club up her fundament. Callum kept her ankles pinned as Simon began pistoning his cock in and out of her poop chute. Jane's neck arched and her monkey sound turned to more baboon grunts as she clawed at the slippery oil-soaked table screaming 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' repeatedly. Eventually her grunts morphed into more guttural moans as her sphincter relaxed and Callum reached full penetration; his hips slapping against Jane's inner thighs. Anxious to keep some control of the proceedings, I interjected, 'Whoa, big feller.' 'Get your cock out of my girlfriends ass or you're going home, understand?' With that, Simon shot me a 'party pooper' look and slowly withdrew his greasy pole. Once it was fully out, Jane's anus gaped red and wide before quickly winking shut. Jane took the opportunity to break free and clumsily slip and slide up onto her knees in the middle of the table. 'Wow, I need a break.' She blurted out to no-one in particular while wiping the leftover spunk from her greasy chin. Now, it's difficult to take a girl seriously with a face plastered in ball slop and pubic hairs. Nevertheless, I quickly encouraged her to see the session through by saying to her in a low determined voice, 'Come on baby, just a couple more loads.' My Subservient Cum Pig Ch. 01 There was a long pause in the kitchen. All the guys stood around the table stroking their hard-ons, staring intently as Jane fidgeted in the greasy pool in the middle of the table. It was hot and humid and the room reeked of stale cum and sweaty pussy. Reluctantly, Jane sat back on her high heels, feet splayed at her side. With an arched back she slowly tilted her head back, took a deep breath and spluttered, '... OK, I'm ready to continue...' Simon climbed onto the table and pushed his recently soiled pole straight into her waiting mouth, pushing away her feeble attempts at hand wiping before completing the ass-to-mouth. 'Alright boys, lets get those remaining glasses down her throat and make sure she doesn't spill any!' I ordered, playing the director role to the hilt. How she managed it I'll never know, but manage it she did. When it was all said and done, we estimated the slut consumed well over two pints of cum slop in addition to the multiple pussy shags and ass reaming. As the lads finished dressing and made ready to file out the front door, Jane lay curled up in a naked fetal position on the kitchen table, covered in glaze and lying in a pool of slime. As the lads filed past her, they individually slapped her sticky ass or cheek and cracked lewd jokes and remarks. As the last of them shuffled out, I held her hand and slowly assisted her off the table. She was very wobbly, barely able to stand. Her pussy made a squelchy noise with white bubbly slime oozing out as she sat up and I realized a few of the lads had broken the rules on internal pussy cum shots. I'll have to chat with those lads I thought to myself. Jane had to be supported as she wobbled her way to the bathroom on the high heels, exhibiting that strange shuffling gait women do when they have ooze running down their legs. Once there, she flicked on the light and stopped dead when she saw her reflection in the mirror. Her make up was totally smeared, a glaze of mucous covered her whole face and her left eye was practically glued shut. The cum was beginning to dry in places and constrict her skin in small ripples. Sticky strings of sperm had tangled in her hair pasting her bangs to her forehead. Four or five pubic hairs were glued onto her left cheek. She gazed for a long time at her soiled reflection in the mirror before slowly wiping the slime from her eyes, nose and forehead. Finally she picked the pubic hairs off her cheek with her nails and looked me in the eye. 'Did I do well?' she asked. 'You know I tried really hard for you.' Well, what do you say to that? I replied, 'You sure did Cum Pig, you sure did. I'm going to get busy editing the tape. I want to get your little performance on the net as soon as possible. Clean yourself up and come see me in front of the computer on your knees. I'll need you to lick my balls and ass clean.' About to reply, she suddenly stooped, put her hand to her mouth and burped. The waft of stale spunk smell from her stomach was unmistakable. She looked at me quickly and blushed, 'Oops, sorry...' before reaching for the face cloth and dabbing at her lips. 'Are you going to be able to keep it down?' I asked. Jane sheepishly nodded and I left off with, 'You're a piece of work baby, a piece of work!' before heading to the computer and planning the next downward step in Jane's debauchery spiral. The end. My Subservient Cum Pig Ch. 02 I'm a firm believer that life needs to be a journey. It starts somewhere, develops, grows and ends at a defined point. The same rings true for subservient relationships. I met Jane a year prior, and in that year slowly converted a quiet but willing librarian into a raunchy cum slut. A shy, petite, pretty, early thirties brunette with a curvy figure, large breasts and well-rounded ass, Jane did not initially attract undue attention. However, her looks disguised a hungry sexual appetite. The difference between Jane and my other projects was that Jane had yet to say no to my increasingly perverted demands. That said, I was now certain we were approaching the climax of the relationship. In the weeks following a cum-fuelled poker party gangbang in which Jane sucked, fucked and swallowed the seed of six of my friends, it was clear to me we were close to the endgame. A change had come over Jane. She seemed much less dependant and much more distracted. So, how do I get her back on track? The idea came while watching a porn flick. I resolved to advertise her talents through a local agency and hopefully land her a role in a gonzo or semi-professional porn production. Before I did that I needed to give her an edge, something different which would set her apart from the young cum bunnies and fully-stacked MILFs in most films. I hit on the idea of a 'tramp stamp' tattoo. Her smooth white alabaster skin was especially suited to some dark contrasting ink. I wanted a tattoo that was not obvious but hinted at the hidden sexual talents of my 'cum slut' and decided on the phrase 'CUPIDAS ABSORBEO', a Latin phrase meaning 'Eager to Swallow'. Written in script across the small of her back just above her ass cheeks, it seemed the perfect next step for my subservient girlfriend. After a less than enthusiastic initial response, Jane gradually warmed to the idea. Over the next few weeks the plan came together. I found a local gonzo porn producer who previewed my poker party tape and agreed to hire Jane for a swallow-oriented gangbang involving 12 male extras at a local studio/BDSM Club. The $1000 dollar starlet payment was a bonus that I'd put towards a keepsake for Jane to mark the occasion. For the tattoo, I arranged an appointment through some biker friends at a downtown salon. I had met the proprietor, a 250lb pound ex-biker named Jimmy previously through work and with a wink and a nudge I arranged to get the work done at a cut-down price, provided Jane supplied a post-tattoo 'tip' of course. I arranged to meet Jane at the tattoo parlour. When told of the requirement for the high heels and raincoat, she clued in immediately and with an edge of nervousness in her phone voice whispered, 'Same as the poker party?' To which I responded, 'No baby, it's just a tattoo this time but you'll need to thank the artist.' After a pause and a whispered 'OK', I new we were on. The next day she tumbled out of the taxi at the allotted time in her now trademark wobbly high heels and raincoat. The sight of her click-clacking up to the salon entrance gave me a hard-on thinking of the 'assets' concealed beneath the raincoat. After pulling her into the salon, I introduced shy petite Jane to the fat, greasy biker. Jimmy was a friend of a friend who looked the stereotype biker tattoo artist. Weighing a solid 250lbs with long hair, beard and massive tattooed forearms, he dwarfed diminutive Jane, who looked like a scared rabbit in his presence. 'Let's get to it, we're wasting time.' Jimmy barked, ignoring her proffered hand and jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards the leather work bench. My first kick of the day was the expression on Jimmy's face when Jane peeled off her raincoat to reveal her naked body. She stood nervously before him staring downward while biting her lower lip. Her heels accentuated the curve in her lower back and made her ass stand out like a big upside-down heart. Her white alabaster skin positively glowed under the bright fluorescent lights and her pink nipples stood out like large pencil erasers on her plump ripe melons. Between her legs, her neatly trimmed bush couldn't hide the fat swollen labia which poked out of her pubes. Anticipating some kind of reaction to her nakedness, Jane was cruelly disappointed and lost any control of the situation when Jimmy replied, 'that'll do' and threw her raincoat aside. She shot me a quick panicked look before slowly easing herself stomach down on the cold leather. Swinging himself between her legs on the wheeled stool, Jimmy was now in total control. With her ass crack in full view, Jimmy placed his huge bear paws on her ass cheeks and lewdly spread her ass revealing her puckered brown star. 'Nice ass.' He grunted before slapping both cheeks and picking up his stencil and marker. Jane's face burned red but she meekly allowed this greasy stranger full access to her privates. At this point I had a reflections, amazed at how Jane had transformed into such a well trained sex servant. Initially a quiet refined soft-spoken librarian, Jane had turned into an obedient subservient, willing to offer herself completely to a stranger she'd met 5 minutes previously. Turning back to the action, I observed how Jimmy carefully stencilled the design on the small of her back above her ass cheeks, before picking up and switching on the buzzing needle. The pitch of the needle slowed as it bit into her creamy skin. Jane let out a tiny squeal, pressing her face into the worn leather bench. For the next two hours Jimmy worked the design with needle and sponge, interrupted only once by a transiting colleague, who stopped beside the bench, ostensibly checking out the design but in reality getting an eyeful of the ass and pussy on display. Once the tattoo was finished, Jane sat up straddling the bench and twisted around to check it out in the mirror. 'Do you like it?' She asked me. 'Yea baby, do you?' I replied. She grinned, bit her lower lip and giggled, 'I do!' 'Well, no turning back now.' I said and added, 'It's now time to pay the man.' It was now obvious, even to an innocent girl like Jane, that that some close quarter work was required. Straddling a leather bench naked in front of a fat tattooed horny ex-biker, with no purse or money and a tattoo on her ass labelling her 'eager to swallow', it didn't take a brain surgeon to realise what was expected. Jimmy, all business, jumped up and put the closed sign on the door. After pulling the drapes across the window he ominously unbuckled his belt. His jeans hit the floor and he kicked his boots off, before peeling down his yellow-stained briefs. Jane slid off the bench and kneeled on the dirty floor, visibly nervous and skittish. Her eyes widened when she caught sight of Jimmy's huge fat cock and massive nuts hanging in an over-sized hairy ball sack. She seemed to gasp and moan at the same time when confronted by the size of his organ; which was seriously huge! Shuffling on all fours over to the stool, Jane positioned herself in front of the stool supporting Jimmy's naked hairy ass and fat stomach. The parlour became noticeably hot and humid and I experienced a wave of nausea when the smell of Jimmy's unwashed crotch hit me. It was a kind of sweaty rancid buttery smell. It momentarily slowed Jane down as well and her nostrils flared as she positioned herself between his legs. Her white skin contrasted sharply with the tanned biker and her pendulous all-natural breasts looked like two big ripe melons as she shimmied closer and assumed a kneeling position between his legs. She quickly glanced at me over her shoulder with a hint of desperation but I smiled and nodded. Nibbling on her lower lip, she turned back to Jimmy. In a shallow voice she croaked, 'thank you for the ink work Jimmy, can I swallow your cum as payment?' Jimmy grinned exposing a row of nicotine stained teeth. There were no pretensions in this stuffy tattoo parlour, Jane had received a service and was now expected to compensate the artist. She seemed to steel herself before assuming the role of 'cum slut', readying herself to service cock and balls. Jimmy turned to me and winked before lewdly leaning back and spreading his thick hairy legs. Jane, accepting the non-verbal cue, leaned in, overcame the pungent odour and fastened her lips onto his ball sack. She sucked in one of his large hanging nuts before releasing it with a 'pop' noise and going for the other. Nudging the second testicle, the sweet cheesy taste must have hit her as I noticed she wrinkled her nose and momentarily gagged; however she steadied herself and proceeded to lather his cock and balls with wet squelchy noises. Her wash-cloth like tongue seemed to bury itself in and under his scrotum and then popup and wrap snake-like around his cock. She kneaded his balls with both hands while puckering her lips into a rosebud and running it up and down the huge vein on the underside of his cock. Jimmy's low hum turned into an audible groan when Jane popped his swollen purple helmet into her mouth. After an unsuccessful attempt at deep-throating, failing due to the huge girth of his member, Jane dived back down to his hairy ball sack. However she again hesitated, when Jimmy leaned back, adjusted his ass on the chair & opened up his ass crack for her attentions. At this point, I noticed the dirty pair of jocks complete with a brown skid mark on the floor and felt a momentary pang of guilt for putting her in this position. Evidently, Jimmy was not a fan of regular showers and hygiene. Any guilt was quickly extinguished however when Jane leaned in and began rimming the biker's asshole with long wet strokes of her saliva-soaked tongue. A change seemed to come over Jane as she gradually got more and more into the sheer depravity of the situation. Jane now seemed to revel in the funk as she arched her back, clawed his butt cheeks apart and mashed her face in his dirty unwashed crevice. 'Man, your girlfriend is good!' Jimmy commented. Close to cumming, Jimmy grabbed a fist full of her hair and told her to put out her tongue. Having tongue-washed his crotch, Jane now prepared to receive a mouthful of sticky sperm. She looked up with a mascara-smeared face covered in saliva and obediently rolled out her tongue in the familiar spoon-shape. 'You ready for a sticky load bitch?' he exclaimed. Jane, with watery eyes and runny nose nodded, 'Unh huh', just as Jimmy grunted and dumped his load. 'FUCK' he exclaimed as his huge hairy balls constricted in his sack and one thick squirt of lumpy greyish-white yoghurt plopped onto her flat outstretched tongue followed quickly by two more. Easily half a cup of ball butter pooled on her tongue in a lumpy pile with a large drip overflowing and running over her lower lip and chin. It was a seriously impressive load by any account. After he finished milking the leftover cum out of his cock, Jimmy used his saliva-covered cock to paint the overflow on her chin back into her mouth. Meanwhile, Jane, demonstrating her composite oral cum skills, threw her head back and gurgled the mouthful before pushing it out slowly over her lips ready for the camera. I didn't miss the opportunity to capture the photographic evidence of another disgusting debauch. By the third snap, Jane gulped the curdled load down and sucked the slop off her chin before licking her lips clean. She wiped her face with the back of both hands before looking up at us with a wide-eyed innocent look. 'Wow that was a big load... Good cum.' She sputtered. Jimmy grunted, 'OK, out', before jumping up and pulling back the drapes, not waiting for Jane to cover herself up. 'Can I use your toilet to clean up?' she asked quietly. 'Nope', he replied like a true fucking gentleman. Instead he gave us marching orders stating, 'The tattoo will scab up for a week and then you should be ready for your porno. Now get out of my shop, I need to do some paid work.' Having been summarily dismissed, I threw the raincoat on my now very messy cum bunny and guided her out the door to look for a cab. 'You're not coming?' She pouted as she wobbled into the afternoon sun on her high heels. 'No baby, I've got the video shoot to set up. You go home and clean yourself up.' I replied, before chucking her a $20 spot for the cab. She tried to kiss me as a taxi pulled up, which I avoided (You would, wouldn't you?). As she opened the taxi door in her wrinkled raincoat, wobbly high heels and smeared make-up, I thought of her belly full of biker's sperm and felt another pang of guilt and affection. She's been a trooper, I thought, always willing to play the role. I indicated I'd phone her with a pinkie and thumb gesture and watched the cab drive into the distance. Next week I called her to set up the shoot. Now sporting a Latin 'eager to swallow' tattoo, I could imagine the looks she would receive at the beach from the more learned male crowd (or any schmuck for that matter with access to Google). I also recalled the mouthful of dirty spunk she was forced to swallow from that fat, rude, unwashed biker. Not one to dwell on spilt milk so-to-speak; I reminded her that she was shortly expected to come down for the porn shoot. I could tell that getting Jane's cooperation on this one was right on the line. Half of her no doubt wanted to end this sexually subservient relationship; the other half was still vulnerable to that lump-in-the-throat, butterflies-in-the-stomach feeling of sexual anticipation. No doubt giving herself completely over to me somehow hit a deep nerve of sexual fulfilment in Jane and I could only hope that this was still the case. After a long intimate conversation she agreed to one last debauch. 'What do you need me to do?' she asked. I passed on the rendezvous time and address. I also confirmed the raincoat, high heels and baby oil were required accessories before slipping in my 'coup de gras'. As I said before, the trick for developing subservient relationships is to never maintain the status quo. One must constantly progress. I'm pretty sure Jane realised this as she went very quiet when I said, 'And there is one more thing. I'll need you to have an enema before coming down.' 'Why?' she squeaked, with growing alarm. 'Because we need your ass and an enema is a director's requirement (pause) for sanitation.' I added for clarification. I was met with complete silence... I was sure I had pushed her too far this time. I quickly recalled our progress to date and was sure gang bang anal was the proverbial bridge too far. The long silence on the other end of the phone was exquisite. Anticipation built up until I could handle it no more. 'Well?' I asked. After a long silence, she whispered, 'I'm not used to anal... you know that.' After all the build up and anticipation I realised anal was the last holdout, the last frontier which she had kept safe. Its true Jane had given up her ass cherry at the poker party, but giving up her ass ring to 12 guys on camera was a different story. Treading lightly, I insisted she'd be fine and told her to throw on some fishnets for good measure. The appointed time arrived and I waited outside of the underground warehouse used by Dynamic Promotions, the porn production company. The warehouse must have doubled as some kind of BDSM club, as leather straps, racks and paraphernalia in abundance lined the walls and covered the well used furniture. Everything had a dark 'dungeon' look despite the extra lighting pre-deployed for the shoot. Right on time, the cab pulled up and Jane tumbled out of the back seat, sporting sexy fishnet stockings, high heels and the raincoat as instructed. 'Are you ready?' I asked as Jane wobbled up and pecked me on the cheek. Jane paused, dropped her hands and replied nervously, looking at her feet, 'Yes, I'm ready... I think.' 'OK,' I replied, 'Let's go.' Knowing that once she stepped through the door there was no turning back, Jane paused for a moment before taking a deep breath and striding through the entrance in her high heels. Once inside, Roland the director welcomed her, kissed her hand and ushered her into the main studio. After completing the obligatory disclaimer paperwork and exchanging health checks, Roland pulled out a dog collar and told her to put it on. He then pointed her towards the toilet and told her to be ready to go in 5 minutes. The warehouse was arranged with multiple cameras on tripods, lighting and props including a shag rug and couch in the middle of the floor. Back along the wall in the darkness stood a group of male extras of varying builds and ages. They seemed to run the gamut of young athletes to middle-aged fat perverts. There seemed to be a few spectators also, mostly distinguished looking suits who stood in the back in shadows taking no part. All murmured among themselves and stared intently at Jane when she walked in. They looked lean, mean and hungry to get started. After a ten minute delay, Jane emerged from the toilet. She had prepared herself well, and looked magnificent; naked, oiled, high heeled and dog collared. The fishnets were held up by an elastic top which squeezed the flesh on her upper legs and accentuated her plump, oil-covered ass cheeks. The spectacle was instantly arousing for everyone in the room with cocks visibly rising, no doubt in anticipation of tapping that oily ass. She strutted to the middle of the room, tits bouncing and dropped to her knees before telling the assembled crowd in a nervous voice, 'I'm ready.' Roland, obviously impressed by her instant subservience, winked at me, motioned to his extras and said, 'OK boys, ACTION!' The next hour was filled by the wet slaps and sucking noises as Jane was systematically fucked, sodomized and broken down by the twelve studs. Throughout the session, it was obvious Jane was no porn star professional, as the guys needed to push and prod her repeatedly into the required viewing positions as they worked their cocks into her mouth, pussy and ass; however this was refreshing to see as she had none of the cold harshness of a pro. Starting out, Jane seemed to pay particular attention to one large black actor named Junior, who responded to her advance by clipping a dog chain onto her collar and leading her around the couch on all fours, much to the amusement of the spectators. He then pulled Jane up onto her knees and engaged her in a passionate French kiss with intertwining tongues. Unusual as it is for professional porn stars to allow kissing, Jane betrayed her amateur status and caused me a certain twang of jealousy as she seemed to really bond with Junior in the long passionate kiss (I made a mental note to make sure they didn't exchange phone numbers after the shoot). Luckily, this scene was soon broken up by the other male actors as they slapped her chunky ass and waggled fat cocks in her face demanding attention. Soon, Jane was bent and twisted into several positions allowing multiple entries and good camera views. Her initial clean sexy appearance soon degenerated into a messy mucous-covered slut look. Her body became saturated with a covering of sweat, cum, saliva and oil. Her mascara began to run, giving her a ridiculous 'Alice Cooper' look accentuated by the dog collar and chain. Her hair was soon plastered to her face and forehead, with her locks used repeatedly as a handle to fuck her face. Finally the fishnet stockings, which looked classy and sexy at the start of the session, became oil-soaked and sagged around her ankles like ridiculously limp socks. The whole scene had a certain raw charm as she was transformed into a simple sex tool for the camera, a cross between a librarian gone very wrong and cheap trailer park trash. Cracking her ass took some time as it was obviously painful for Jane on the first few entries. Once they had gained entry however, Jane's calamari ring seemed to relax and was soon gaping wide open between cock assaults. Her now distended ass ring revealed a red glistening colon cavity which one male stud repeatedly used as a target for spitballs. Her ass cheeks glistened with lubricant as cock after cock tapped her ass. Cycling through all twelve male extras, Jane's initial energy and enthusiasm gradually waned as cock after cock alternately slid into her anal cavity, mouth and pussy. The boys developed a procession, pulling their glistening cocks out of her ass before pushing them into her mouth, brushing away her feeble attempts at hand wiping. It was a strange, quiet and brittle atmosphere in the first hour with the silence broken only by the wet fuck noises, Jane's grunts and groans and Roland's calm monotone guidance on camera angles. The only change came when the director brought out the large glass bowl and put it beside my now exhausted, greasy cum slut. My Subservient Cum Pig Ch. 02 'Is that for cum?' She mumbled quickly out the side of her mouth around the cock. 'Yes, we'll get you to hold it while the lads fill it up.' Roland said. 'Keep going honey, you're doing well.' Jane managed a mumbled, 'Unh-huh', around the glistening pole in her mouth. The sudden realisation that the movie finale approached and that she was soon expected to chug down 12 plus sperm loads seemed to energise Jane. She commenced a raunchy commentary, urging her porn partners to give her sperm. No doubt aware that the impending cum consumption scene would signal the end of her ass abuse, she began to plead and beg for cream in an urgent attempt to move proceedings along. Kneeling cowgirl style over one male actor with a cock in her pussy, Junior suddenly positioned himself at her rear, and levered his veiny club through her now swollen asshole. Her lubricant-smeared brown ring was now stretched to the absolute limit around his pole and she grunted like a stuck slut. Eventually my sweat-plastered cum bunny was allowed to scramble to her knees in preparation for the money-shot. No doubt relieved that the ass & pussy DP fuck-fest was at an end, she prepared herself for the money shot. The director took a moment and put down his camera. Grabbing her wet chin, Roland said, 'Now listen to me babe, we're about to film the money shot, you need to make sure you don't spill the bowl. Also, if you feel like throwing up, throw up back in the bowl and we'll film the swallow again. OK baby, you're doing well. We'll soon be done.' With instructions complete, he passed her dog chain to the nearest stud and waved the rest of the actors in. With that encouragement, Jane picked up the glass bowl and over the next 10 minutes proceeded to coax the sperm out of the 12 male extras. The bowl quickly began to fill with a slimy, soupy mixture of whitish, lumpy liquid of uneven consistency. Most of the loads were dumped directly into the bowl while others missed and ended up on Jane's tongue, lips, nose and cheeks. The face loads were quickly fingered into her mouth and spat into the bowl. Soon the bowl was full of spunk and Jane's face was a greasy mess. All the while, Jane kept up a running commentary. Not the regular, 'Come on, give it to me...' mindless porn star drivel, but a much more animated and intelligent commentary. Looking directly into the camera lens, she huskily noted the volume and of spunk and the difficulty she would have in consuming it all at once and holding it down. She periodically stirred the warm slop with her finger, licking it clean on completion. She also commented on the smell, occasionally dipping her nose into the bowl between dumps and smelling the cum in a deep nostril-flaring inhalation. Her obvious excitement for the impeding cum swallow brought me back to the original reasons I hooked up with my subservient Jane, namely her enthusiasm for sperm. At this point of the proceedings, I glimpsed a perfect opportunity for the defining 'after' picture in Jane's 'before and after' transformation from shy librarian to cum swallowing porn slut. Kneeling on the rug in the middle of the warehouse, Jane held the bowl full of cum to her lips as the last extra jerked his shot into the bowl. Her body was covered in sheen of sweat, saliva and baby oil and her fishnets sagged at her ankles above her splayed high heel-shod feet. Her tramp stamp 'eager to swallow' tattoo glistened above her peach-shaped ass while the dog chain, fastened to her collar, hung loose down the middle of her back and rested in notch between her ass cheeks. Her face was covered in cum and her oil-soaked hair was plastered back onto her forehead and temples. Snapping repeated pictures as she tipped back the bowl and gulped the musty spunk down, I knew that I had captured a picture of my cum slut which would become the defining moment of her sexually subservient relationship with me. As her throat moved up and down as she chugged down the contents of the bowl, I knew the transformation was complete. I had broken my sweet librarian down to her base level, she was now a true cum slut totally without inhibitions and completely slave to my wishes (I eventually had that picture blown up poster size and hung in my pool room hall of fame). As the bowl was slowly tipped fully up, I realised she was consuming the whole massive load of pungent male seed in one pull. Watched intently by everyone in the room, Jane let the last few drops hit her tongue before licking the bowl clean with her huge flat tongue. She then carefully placed the bowl down on the floor and sat back on her stocking-covered ankles to a smattering of applause from the crew and onlookers. 'Whoa.' She squeaked, hand to her mouth. Turning, she attempted to say something to the director when she suddenly stopped, looked about to vomit but instead let out a loud burp, blowing the spermy smell out of her mouth like a bad curry belch. 'Excuse me.' She said softly, fist to her lips. 'That's OK honey, that's a wrap!' The director yelled and the place became a hive of activity, with the male actors wasting no time in putting clothes back on and turning on the bright overhead lights. There was a smattering of applause as the director clapped me on the back and shook my hand vigorously, saying Jane was fantastic. He then lowered his voice and slipped me a card with phone numbers and contact details for the BDSM Club which shared the premises. 'You need to bring her to the club.' He said, 'She will be used well.' Jane was left sitting on her knees in the middle of the warehouse, a disgusting mess searching for me as the crowd moved around her. She seemed to be instantly forgotten by the assembled crew and actors as they packed up with no one even bothering to toss her a towel. Finally she spotted me as I walked over. 'You did well.' I said, handing her a wash cloth. 'Do you really think so?' She replied gratefully as she began moping the now drying cum off her cheeks and forehead, before adding, 'My ass is very sore and my stomach is so full I think I might puke. Can you take me home please?' 'Sure baby, I'll get your raincoat.' I replied. As she stumbled to her feet, she tripped over the wet stockings which sagged at her ankles and I just caught her slimy arm preventing her from falling flat on her sticky face. I suddenly had a pang of admiration for my worn out cum slut. She truly was an embarrassing mess; however, you had to admire her efforts on the day. As a total beginner in hardcore, Jane had completely given herself over to the scene. She had followed the director's commands to the letter and no doubt starred in a superior amateur gang bang flick. I was quite sure that if I took her home, hosed her off and allowed some recovery time, I could talk her into one or two further scenes or perhaps a diversion down the BDSM road. She seemed to relish in the sub role, perhaps she could make the full transition to slave role. Besides the addition of leather, straps, clamps and bondage, what's the difference? I could rent her out to the director or those guys in the suits and see how far we could take her. Definitely food for thought.