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Pig

By: Varian P



I never knew I could be such a filthy bastard.

I'm hard. Not even really thinking about what I did. Just knowing I'm gonna write about it, and my cock's hard as a gun barrel.

Funny, how life works. If I'd driven home, and pulled into my garage like normal, I'd probably never have caught them. But since my piece of shit Probe broke down again, and Peterson dropped me after we'd had a few brews over at O'Leary's, things worked out different. It would have been different, too, if I'd had my radio on me and called for backup, or if I'd seen the shadows moving around in my place before Peterson had driven off, and he'd come in with me. But that's not how it happened. He was half way down the block before I noticed there was someone in my house.

My weapon was where my radio was—on my belt, back at the station. But I had my backup piece. I slid it out of the holster under my shirt, flicked off the safety, and crept up to the side entrance, at the opposite end of the house from where those shadows were dancing on the walls. It's easy to get in quietly when you've got a key. I snuck in and went room by room, checking in the dark to be sure I wouldn't get ambushed when I got to whoever was stupid enough to leave a light on while they robbed me. All clear. Nothing left but to corner the thief fucks ransacking my bedroom.

The door was open and I snuck up quiet. Two. Kids. Not paying attention to anything but my stuff. A girl with long hair and a tight little ass standing with her back to the door and her head bent over some little thing in her hand, and a boy reaching for stuff on the shelf in my closet.

Right here's where things started to go a different way than I could have guessed, even though I'm the one who made them go that way. 

I didn't level my weapon at her and say, "Freeze! Police!" I crept up on that girl with the long hair and the sweet little ass, with her bare, thin arms, and caught her from behind, and put my gun to her head.

She screamed and thrashed and writhed, but she was just a little thing and it was pretty easy to keep a hold of her until she figured out what that hard thing was poking at the side of her skull and settled down. Now I was watching the other kid spin around, see what's what, and drop the autographed baseball he'd found, and thrust his hands up in the air.

I asked them if they liked breaking into people's houses and stealing their stuff, but they were both quiet. Even though I'd already broken protocol, I was still thinking I'd just call it in. It really hadn't occurred to me to do anything weird. But as I stood there, asking their names and probably hearing fake ones, the adrenaline that had come on before I'd gotten the situation under control started to fade, and as it did, I realized how hard I'd gotten, holding that skinny, scared girl. I could feel the heat of her body through her t-shirt, and my thigh was pressed against the round curve of that little ass. I wanted to see what her face and tits looked like. That's when it occurred to me not to call it in. But I still hadn't decided.

I wanted to slide my hand up and assess her tits that way, but instead I marched them out to the kitchen, and made her tie him to a chair. I told her she'd better tie him up good, that I'd check how she'd done, and if she'd made it easy for him to get loose, I'd shoot him in the foot. When she finished I cuffed her to the door of the fridge and checked the job she'd done on the kid.

After all that I had time to stand back and really check her out. She stared at me, scared shitless, while I looked her up and down. She was pretty, but in a way that's mostly just because she's so young. By the time she's thirty or forty, she won't look like anything special. But her tits. Small and firm and sticking out invitingly through her t-shirt. Flat belly. A nice curve to her small hips. Very fuckable.

I asked her name again to see if she'd say the same thing, and she said again that her name was Kelly. I asked her Kelly what and after staring at me a minute like she was trying to decide whether to answer or what to say she finally said it was Kelly Gertz. I told her I hoped she wasn't lying to me and I stepped up real close to her. She was pretty small, and her head didn't even come up as high as my shoulders. I asked her did she have any ID on her and she said no. She was looking up at me, breathing really hard like she had some idea what I was thinking, and I said I'd just check to make sure, and put my hands on her ass and rubbed over her pockets, then squeezed my hands inside the pockets, which wasn't easy because her jeans were tight, and the back pockets were empty but I kept my hands in there for a few seconds, feeling her tight little ass, looking down at her looking up at me, thinking about how my dick felt, hard and throbbing in my pants. Then I checked her front pockets, which were empty, too, but all I could feel through those were her hip bones and the softness of her belly, which was flat because she was so skinny and not because she worked out.

I asked the kid what about him, and he said yeah, his ID was in his back pocket. I warned him not to fuck with me and waved my gun in his face to remind him why, then had him lift his ass off the chair, which was a struggle for him because of the way he was tied up, then I fished his wallet out of his pocket. Joseph Gertz. I'd figured they were boyfriend and girlfriend, not brother and sister. I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do with them, but for some reason, knowing they were brother and sister made my dick harder. I looked at the DOB. The kid was two days shy of his twentieth birthday.

"How old's baby sis?" I asked him.

There was a long staredown while he did a lot of huffing before he hissed "Eighteen" through clenched teeth. I don't know what the big deal was about that, why he had such a hard fucking time telling me how old the girl was, unless he'd been hoping I'd think she was jailbait and keep my hands off her.

I was killing time. I was waiting to see if any of my neighbors had noticed the break-in and called the cops. But it'd been at least fifteen minutes just since I'd been home. Who knows how long those two had been riffling through my stuff before that. Fucking neighbors.

Kelly and Joseph both looked pretty scared. Maybe scared I'd call the cops. Maybe afraid I wouldn't. They must have been wondering, by then, why I hadn't dialed nine one one.

I needed something. An excuse, I guess. Or I wanted to test them. I went to the counter and lifted the phone from its base, then went and stood in front of them, and pushed the on button to get a dial tone. While Joseph watched me his eyes started to tear up, but it was Kelly who shouted "don't!" when I pushed the nine button and the one button. I clicked the dial tone off before I pressed one a second time.

She started begging, crying a little. Please, man. Please don't call the cops. The kid in the chair was obviously working damn hard not to cry. I had a pretty good idea what it was all about. I asked Joseph did he have a record and he nodded. Probably he'd had a taste of county and was scared shitless of going back there, or somewhere worse. I asked her what about you and she shook her head no. It was him she was scared for.

I walked over to her. Her tears. The handcuffs. The way she kept glancing past me at her brother. Everything had my dick so fucking hard. I cupped one of her little tits in my hand and gave her nipple a pinch and asked was she sure she didn't want me to call the cops and she said yes. Still squeezing her ripe little tit I turned and looked over my shoulder at the kid in the chair to see if he'd say anything. He looked at my hand on his sister's tit and for a second he looked as pissed as he did scared, but he didn't say anything.

That was the moment when I thought, jesus fucking christ, I'm really gonna do this.

I turned back to the girl. My dick was so crammed against my pants it almost hurt. I kind of liked it. The discomfort. It seemed right.

I lifted up her shirt, and I could see the darkness of her nipples through her skimpy bra. I tugged that up, too, above her tits, and looked at the sweet little mounds pointing at me with their pinkish-brown nipples. I looked at her and she had her eyes shut tight and I told her to open them and she did and I told her to look at me and she did. I wondered if she'd ever fucked anyone as old as me. Probably twice her age. Me, I can't remember the last time I touched anyone so young and soft. I bent down and licked and sucked her nipples, slurping nice and loud so her brother could hear, until they swelled and hardened between my lips and under my tongue.

For some reason, right then I wondered if the brother, Joseph, was feeling anything but terror and rage, watching the guy he'd been robbing groping and licking his sister. I'm no faggot, but I really wanted him to be hard. It would mean he was as bad a pervert as me. Worse. After all, he was the fuck who'd rather let a stranger bone his sister than do his time.

I walked away from the girl, leaving her shirt and bra hiked up and her tits bare, stepped between the kid's knees, and started unbuckling his belt, then undid his fly. I yanked his jeans down without bothering to make him lift his ass. His erection angled up under his tighty whities. Fucking perv.

So I asked what he and his sister liked doing together, besides breaking into people's houses and stealing their shit. He just shook his head back and forth. Ever fuck her? I asked. Ever put your finger in her pussy? I asked. He just sat there, shaking his head.

Goddamn, the girl looked fucking hot cuffed to that fridge, her perky little tits out. I went back to her and undid her jeans and worked my hand down the front under the tight denim, enjoying the challenge. She'd shaved or waxed her bush, and her mound felt smooth and soft and warm as I worked my fingers down, over the smooth lips, working two fingers between, slowly working my fingers back and forth under the tight jeans until I felt her opening and a little wetness and I slowly started working my fingers up into her, finger fucking her, my fingers staying deep, my motions shallow because of how tight her jeans were.

While I banged her I was thinking about what I wanted to do. Fuck her right there, against the fridge. Uncuff her, lay her on the floor and fuck her. Lick her bald cunt. Make her blow me. The idea of her brother watching while I ate her and fucked her, while she sucked me, sounded really good. Knowing she was letting me fuck her so he wouldn't get his skinny ass fucked in prison. But then all these other, nastier ideas started coming to me.

Still banging her, I asked her, You ever let your brother stick his finger in your pussy, Kelly? and like him, she shook her head no. Ever let him taste your pussy? She shook her head no. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt, then, and drew circles around and over her nipples with her pussy juice. Then I made her suck my fingers clean, and uncuffed her.

I took her over to her brother and made her get up on his lap, straddling him, then I told her to give him her tits to suck. She put a nipple by his lips and he licked and sucked it when I told him to. I don't think the little prick really minded sucking his sister's tits and tasting her snatch. Probably he'd been jerking off to the idea of doing pretty much just that for years.

By now my rod was about ready to rip a hole in my pants. I had her get off her brother and was about to make her suck my cock when I got another idea. I told her to pull his BVDs down. They both gave me these looks, like they couldn't believe that this was the direction things were going, when probably they'd both figured I'd just fuck the girl and let them go. But neither of them said a fucking thing. Like they were scared if one of them said no or please don’t to something, I'd say fuck it and just call the cops. Then they looked at each other for a second, and she worked his briefs down around his knees, then the rest of the way off when I told her.

I didn't have a plan. I just started doing things as I thought of them. I made her get on her knees between his legs, then I got on my knees right behind her, my dick trying hard to get at her ass through my pants and her jeans. Her brother's thick dong was stiff and pointing toward his left shoulder. I pulled her long, soft hair into my fist, so I could see the profile of her face when I leaned forward, and I told her to suck him. He was panting hard and looking down at her as she wrapped her little fingers around the base of his big schlong, then brought her mouth to the head, then licked her lips and slid them over the tip of his cock and slid a few inches of him into her mouth.

I'm not usually much of a talker during the average fuck fest, but now I was saying, that a girl, suck your brother's cock real nice. He likes it. Look how fucking hard he is, and shit like that. She was doing fine on her own, but I had all her hair like a rope in my hand, so once or twice I used it to force her down lower on his cock, to pull her back until his dick popped free of her lips and I could see that it was shiny with her spit. I like that part. Seeing the head of his cock clear her lips, bobbing stiff and pink and shiny for a few seconds before I gave the order and she wrapped her lips around him again, bobbing and slurping.

That was it. I was going to fucking die, my dick was going to fucking explode if it didn't get out of my pants and into her. Her pants were still undone from before, so I just worked my fingertips under the waistband and worked the skintight denim down, over her hips and ass, not too low, because I wanted her to be able to spread her legs, keep a wide stance with her knees, but I didn't want to stop long enough to let her take the jeans all the way off.

I barely took time to look at her, I was in such a hurry to get my dick out. I yanked my fly down, shoved my pants and boxers down, and started stroking my rod, just a little and very carefully because I was half scared I'd lose it and cum on her ass without ever getting inside her. Now that I could pay attention to her again I realized she'd stopped sucking the guy's cock. She was all still and stiff, and I wondered if she was scared.

Go on, baby. Be a good girl and keep sucking that cock, I told her. And I told her to do something about her hair, so I could see, now that my hands were busy and I couldn't hold it back. She combed her fingers down from her part to the nape of her neck and pulled it all over one shoulder so it hung down and front of her, and I could see her face and watch her mouth working on that cock as she sucked the head and sank down on the shaft.

When I reached between her legs and started fingering her pussy again, she kind of whimpered, and my cock twitched in my fist. Her cunt was nice and juicy, and I was more than ready, so I maneuvered my knees between hers and told her to lift that ass up for me. She arched her back and with my hand I rubbed the head of my cock up against her cunt, all slippery and smooth. Then I gripped the fronts of her thighs and sank into that tight, slick grip, and between that feeling and the whimper I heard, muffled by that guy's big dick, I almost lost it.

After waiting a few seconds to make sure we'd both get a good long ride, I drew back, then drove into her, hard and deep. Nothing like doggie style for a good, deep fuck. I leaned over so I could feel her body with mine, and so I could hear and see the sucking real close up while I fucked her. It seemed like it would be extra nasty if she came, so I reached around and started rubbing her clit, real soft while I fucker her, hard for a little while, then more gentle, then hard and deep again, liking her little muffled squeaks every time I hit her deep.

I told her she'd be a real nasty girl if she came, some stranger fucking her from behind while she sucked her brother's cock. When I gave her twat a little slap with my fingers, then rubbed her clit some more, fucking her more vigorously and swatting her twat again, she was drooling all over the kid, her saliva pooling in his pubes and running down over his nuts, and from the sound of her breathing I was pretty sure she was going to cum soon.

A new idea came to me, and I pulled out, feeling the warm, wet grip of her cunt slip over my prick. Swear to fucking god the girl made a noise like she was disappointed. I told her not to worry, that I've be giving her a good fucking again in no time. Reaching between her legs I stuffed two fingers into her twat and she grunted as I slid them in and out a few times, then in one slow, determined move, drove my middle finger into her ass. She yelped and straightened up so fast, the kid's cock popping free of her mouth so suddenly I was scared I'd be hearing him scream his goddamn head off in a second. She hadn't hurt him, though. And I hadn't hurt her, either. She was just startled, was all. Maybe she'd never gotten it in the ass before. 

I told her she was a naughty baby, and to keep sucking that cock while I fingered her ass. She kept up with the worried look she was giving me, but just for a few seconds. Then she settled back down to her blowjob. I wanted to see how it looked, my finger going in and out of her ass, so I told her to spread her cheeks for me. I could tell it was hard work for her, keeping up that blowjob without being able to support herself with her arms, but she managed. I watched her little hands get a grip on those firm, round cheeks, watched her spread 'em until I saw the little brown-pink pucker of her ass. Then I slid my finger in again, watched that puckered ring of dark skin disappear each time I drove my finger in, watched it reappear each time I pulled out. Then I pushed two fingers in, working them past that stubborn little pucker as she grunted around the cock in her mouth. After a while my two fingers were stuffed tight into her ass, and I was slowly fucking her, stretching her, getting her ready for my dick while I watched her lips sliding up and down Joseph's thick shaft. 

When I pulled my fingers out and dipped my cock into her wet cunt one last time for a little more lube, then pressed the head of my cock to her asshole, she stiffened and I heard her whimper. I didn't mind her being afraid. I knew I wasn't going to hurt her. I worked her pucker open with the head of my cock, real slow, until the flared base slipped in and disappeared as her ring of muscle clenched tight around my shaft. Her sphincter hugged my cock tight as I drove it in, nice and slow, to the hilt, and my pelvis pressed up against the backs of her hands, still spreading her cheeks for me. I heard her let out a long breath as I drew back, little by little, watching that dark ring cling to my rod, so fucking tight I thought I might shoot off right then. Back, back, I pulled back inch by inch, feeling the grip of her holding my prick inside, then with a one last tug, pulled the swollen head of my cock free of her ass. So I could go in again. I pressed the head to that tiny little hole and rubbed it. My cock wanted in so bad. Wanted to fuck that tight little ass. I got back in there, forcing her to open and accept me. Then I told her she could stop spreading her cheeks for me. She let go and her round little buns came together, plump and firm.

I started to fuck her. Slow. Nice and slow. She grunted a little every time I pushed in. Now that my hands were free, I pulled her hair into my fist with one, and with the other I reached under her and started fingering her twat again. Her swollen, juicy twat. Pumping that ass, banging that snatch, I watched her sucking her brother's hard, pink prick. I wondered what it tasted like. How it felt to have a thick pole of flesh like that filling her mouth. I made her pull back so I could see the fat, purplish head of his rod, told her to rub the little slit at the top with the tip of her tongue while I fucked her bottom, while I slid my two fingers in and out of her juicy cunt and slid them over her clit, all hard and swollen. I tucked her hair behind her ear and swept it over her shoulder so I could still see when I wrapped my arm around her to steady her as I started fucking her more vigorously, panting and grunting now as I reamed her tight hole with my cock. She licked and sucked his balls when I told her to, and then slurped the fat head of his dick between her lips, and I heard him groan. 


Pig



The opinions expressed in this story may not be those of the author.

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Have you noticed that beautiful girls often surround themselves with less attractive ones? You rarely see two stunning girls out together, without a third one as a sort of foil to highlight their superior looks. That was the case in the club that night – in the quiet room, where we go because it's impossible to chat up anyone with 100 decibels of drum and bass in your ears – there was a group of five females, looked to be 19 or younger, dressed to the nines – or rather undressed, as they all had minute skirts and tops that exposed more than they concealed. But that's the fashion, and I for one am very grateful. What you see is what you get – usually.

One of the girls was model-standard – long blonde hair, perfect body, and lips that cried out for a cock to be stuck between them. Three were better than average, but the fifth was a bit of a let-down. Her figure was OK – slim and small – but her hair was mousy, her face sallow and she had a squint under her thick glasses. She did however have the shortest skirt of the lot – barely a belt – and a thin top through which her nipples showed plainly. I was sitting opposite her and saw that she kept crossing her legs and trying vainly to pull her skirt down, which only drew attention to the fact that her pussy and thin brown pubic hair was visible when she hadn't got her thighs squeezed tightly together.

Oho, I thought. I don't really care what girls' faces are like – as they say, you don't look at the mantelpiece while you're poking the fire. It's the body that counts, and this girl had a slender, pale figure that looked vulnerable and gave me an instant erection as I imagined plunging my cock into it. I moved over to sit next to her.

'Hi, what's your name? I'm Mick.' I have some great chat-up lines.

'Um, Emma,' she said in a quiet voice.

'Well, Um Emma, I couldn't help noticing that you aren't wearing any panties. Or a bra, for that matter.' From my vantage, her breasts, though small, jutted out nicely.

She blushed. 'It was a dare,' she whispered. 'We all dared each other to wear our shortest skirt and go without knickers. But they just did it to get me. God I'm so embarrassed. Could you see everything?'

'Not everything, by any means. But I hope to rectify that later. I could see enough to know that you're got a very beautiful little pussy.'

'Oh do you think so?' This girl was so naïve. 

'I do. I've seen a lot of pussies and yours is one of the very best. You should be very proud of it. I hope it brings you a lot of pleasure.'

I prattled on like this to distract her from the fact that my fingers were slowly walking their way up her slim upper thigh. The thing about unattractive girls is that they're so used to being rejected, as soon as a guy pays some attention to them, they're just putty in his hands. And because they don't get much sex, they're gagging for it. That's my theory anyway.

'I don't think you should be doing this. People can see.' She was referring to the fact that my fingers had now reached the hem of her skirt and were within an inch of her puss. She looked at me pleadingly, but her eyes were smoky and her lips had swollen with excitement. I leaned forward and kissed her, and her tongue shot out and began to swab my tonsils. My hand reached its goal and I felt her thighs part. Her pussy was hot and wet and admitted my fingers. I circled the little button of her clit. Emma grabbed my head in her hands and snogged me desperately. I plunged two fingers into her tight hole and curled them up to locate her G-spot.

You must remember that all this was taking place in a crowded club with Emma's friends and mine all around us, watching. At least they might have been watching, I didn't care and neither did she, it seemed. I massaged the front of her cavity and she began to tremble and jerk. Then her cunt squeezed my fingers painfully and a jet of hot fluid shot out into my palm. Her orgasm pulsed strongly and juices dripped down through my fingers. She released my mouth and gasped for breath. I heard whoops and clapping from the rest of the table.

'Hey, Emmy's getting it on!'

I held up my dripping hand. 'She squirted!' I licked my hand appreciatively. 'Mmm, tasty.'

The girl was blushing red but looked at me adoringly. Well, it happens.

'Come on, Emma, let's go and screw in the bog.' I pulled her up and dragged her after me, tottering on her heels. We found an empty stall and I turned her to face the wall – the view was better that way. I didn't even need to lift her skirt up, it was so short that my rubber-clad cock slipped into her cunt without touching the hem. She gave a little scream as I reamed her tight hole, but she wasn't a virgin (as my fingers had already ascertained) and took my whole length without fainting. I plumbed her steadily and she gasped every time I hit bottom.

She was so tight that I felt my sap rising quickly. I didn't want to waste it so I pulled out, ripped the condom off, bent her head downwards and released my load into her face. Good job she was wearing glasses otherwise she would have got spunk in her eyes, and it stings. I left her trying to get the stuff out of her hair and top. By the time she reappeared I was chatting up one of her friends. She sat opposite me and flashed her pussy, the lips now pink and puffy from the unaccustomed friction. Her look of adoration put me off my stride for a moment. Maybe I would give her another go later. This girl would probably do *anything*.



Pig



Many thanks to waterfallminnie for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 




"I don't understand," said Lori. "You get excited by thinking about watching me have sex with someone else, but you would be devastated if it ever happened."

"I didn't say it made sense," said Edwin.

They were covered with sweat and lying next to each other after one of their athletic lovemaking sessions. Even though they were exhausted and knew they were finished for the night, they both didn't want to give up yet. Whenever this happened, they found that they could often continue the excitement for a while with conversation, or as they called it, verbal intercourse.

"At least try to explain it a little," she said.

"OK," he said. "For men, the visual is a big part of sex. That's what makes us sniff around women in the first place. When I'm making love to you, I love to see as much of us as I can. That's why I love doggy style. You don't like it, because intimacy is important for women, and you want me face to face with you and are turned off when I'm behind you, unless we're spooning and our faces are close.

"So if I watched you with another man, I could see everything in every position. I could watch him pull your cheeks apart and see your ass spasming when you came. I could see him sliding in and out of you with your juices covering his penis. I imagine his penis opening you up, so I would see your pussy being pulled wide as he came out of you and then snapping back. I would see your face getting red and watch your tongue as you pant like a bitch in heat. I would see your beautiful big breasts flopping like crazy as he pounded you."

"Wow!" she said. "That's really vivid! Even though I can't relate to any of that, I can feel how much you want it. So then why would you be devastated?"

"Because in order for that to happen, I would have to be a cuckold," he said. "I would have so little respect for myself that I would let another man have sex with you while I watched. I would be totally humiliated, but I couldn't blame you or him. I would be disgusted with myself and hate myself for being less than a man."

"You are so complicated, Edwin," she said. "I am so satisfied with our sex life that I can't even imagine why you wouldn't be."

"Don't take this the wrong way, Lori," he said. "I'm just sharing some of my crazy thoughts. I love our sex life, too."

"But that's not what this is about," she said. "To me, whether it's sex, food, money or almost anything, it's the same. When someone has nearly everything he or she wants and still isn't satisfied, that person's a pig. A pig is greedy. A pig always wants more. A pig is never satisfied."

"Are you calling me a pig?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. "You tell me. You married a woman who loves sex almost as much as you do. Isn't that rare with women and men? How often do I turn you down? You know I have to be really exhausted or sick.

"I give you oral all the time, and even though you know I hate the smell and taste of come and ask you to pull it out before you come, I put up with your accidents. I don't make a big deal out of them, even though I sometimes gag or have to run to the bathroom to throw up.

"Maybe you miss seeing my vagina stretched by a penis, but you have no complaints about how it feels, because I envelop you with my warm, moist muscles and do things to you that most women can't, simply because I've taken the trouble to learn how.

"And I even give you anal, and not just once a year. You think it should be more often and you sulk when I won't give in. But you know I don't enjoy it. Apart from the physical discomfort, in my mind, I've never gotten over the feeling of being degraded when you're doing it to me.

"You have lucky genes. I know you're sensitive about your slim penis, but you don't realize how fortunate you are. Some of my friends have problems with their husbands and boyfriends. When I take you in my rear, it's still plenty uncomfortable, but there isn't the tremendous pain my friends have complained about. So I do it for you. Just ask any of your buddies how often they get it, or if they get it at all.

"You're in a situation that probably every guy you know would love to be in. So are you a pig? When you have almost the perfect sex partner, do you still want more? You tell me."

"You make an interesting point, Lori," he said, "but I told you, a man's dick has no feeling for what is right and fair or what is enough or too much. I can't help fantasizing stuff. But if it bothers you, I can stop telling you about my fantasies."

"No, Edwin," she said, "You don't have to do that. I don't care how disgusting and piggish they are. As long as they are just fantasies, they may puzzle me, but they don't upset me."



"Hi Judy," said Lori as she swept through the glass door into Edwin's outer office. 

There was no answer from his secretary for a second, as she looked up from her work, but Lori saw a look of terror cross her face for a moment before she smiled. It was a strange smile.

"I'm Lori, Edwin's wife," she said. "I know I haven't been here in a while, but I'm sure you remember me. I'm sorry to be so rude, but I'm in a rush."

"Oh, I know you, Mrs. Simmons," said Judy in a strange voice. "I'm sorry. You startled me."

"Is Edwin in his office?" asked Lori.

"Uh, no, that is, I don't think so," said Judy. She was trying to sound pleasant and relaxed, but Lori could see she was tense.

"You don't know?"

"Uh, I was in the restroom, and then I had some work," said Judy. "He hasn't called me in. He could be in a meeting somewhere."

"Then I'll just drop these tiles off on his desk so he can look at them and call me later," said Lori walking toward the door. She tried to turn the handle, but it was locked. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Judy jump up and come toward her. "Don't bother, Judy," she said. "I have a key Edwin gave me a long time ago. Yes, here it is.

"No, Mrs. Simmons, don't -- " said Judy in a panicked voice, but she stopped as she saw Lori open the door and stride into the room with her heavy bundle.

Lori walked a few steps before she saw him. Edwin was sitting behind his desk but shifting around in his chair. He saw her and his face changed. He was staring at her in shock. She saw his face was red. He was trying to speak, but no words came out.

"I thought you were in a ---," Lori said, and then she stopped. Something was wrong in the room. Now she realized that his secretary had been frightened when she arrived and wasn't trying to open the door for her, but trying to keep her away from the door. And whatever had frightened his secretary was also frightening her husband. His red face was quickly turning pale.

She looked around, but she didn't see anything. It was just his office, with the desk he was sitting behind, a small conference table, a couch, some chairs and some shelves filled with books and memorabilia. It didn't look different than the last time she had been there five years ago.

As she turned her head back to her husband, who had stopped squirming and was now starting to look more normal, she saw it. It was a little flash of red. Something red had just moved so slightly that it was barely perceptible but she saw it out of the corner of her eye, and she realized that the red was moving in a place where there shouldn't have been any red or any movement. She took a step toward Edwin's desk, and the red was gone.

But then she took a step back and bent down. It was there, barely visible below the desk's modesty panel. Now she could see the red clearly. It was a red pair of women's shoes, and there were feet in them.

Her jaw dropped, and her eyes opened wide. She slowly straightened and stood frozen for an instant looking at Edwin with astonishment. He opened his mouth to speak, but all he could say was, "Lori," before she dropped the tiles on the floor, turned and ran out of his office.

He called her at home throughout the afternoon, but she didn't answer. He wondered if she would be there when he came home. She was, but she wasn't talking to him. They made it through dinner without exchanging more than a few sentences. When she said, "Would you like more potatoes?" he expected her to start stuffing potatoes down his throat until he stopped breathing. But she didn't.

Once he asked her if he could explain something, but she screamed at him, "Shut up, Edwin! Just don't say anything." After that, he didn't attempt any conversation.

It was like that for two days in the morning and the evening. They slept in the same bed, but it felt to him like she was sleeping in another country. The next day was Saturday, and when he walked in the kitchen, she looked the same way as she had the last two days. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face was pale. She brought some coffee to him and then sat down facing him.

"Your secretary knew, and that means every woman at the office knew," she said. "Didn't you ever think about how your employee could decide to blackmail you or sue you for harassment, and how that could end your career and ruin our lives even more than you've already done?"

"She's not my employee," said Edwin. "She's my boss. It started with her harassing me six months ago, demanding I give her oral in her office. I thought about telling you, but I knew you'd want me to quit, and the way things are, I knew I wouldn't be able to find something that paid this well. She knew it, too.

"She was the one worried about harassment, so she started coming to my office and insisting on blowing me after I ate her out. She made sure my secretary found out, so everybody would think our thing was something mutual."

"So you're saying, you've submitted to her blowjobs for me," said Lori. "You hated every minute of them, and were just trying to protect me by not telling me anything about it. You lying pig."

"No, Lori," he said, "I won't try to fool you. Her blowjobs weren't a hardship for me. I enjoyed them, and I gloated when I would think about the fact that in this economy, I could keep a lock on my job by giving her head and enjoying her blowjobs. And it was even exciting to keep them a secret from you. There. I've told you the whole truth. And I know it was wrong and a betrayal of our marriage, and I'm really sorry, and I hope that as much as I dishonored you, you won't kick me out, although you have every right to. I know you don't trust me anymore, but if you'll give me a second chance, I promise it will never happen again. I'll show you how much I love you and try to win back your trust."

"Every woman in that office knew what you were doing," she said. "When I would meet them at an office event, they were looking at me and thinking what a stupid, pitiful creature I was. You totally humiliated me in their eyes. I can't go on with you this way, but I don't know what to do. I should just divorce you and walk away, but for some reason I'm not thinking about that yet. I probably will, but I don't want to do it until I'm less emotional about this.

"All I know is I don't want to talk any more about this right now. I have to think, and if you want any chance at working this out, you've got to give me space and time. When I'm ready to talk, I'll let you know."

"OK," he said quietly.



Things started defrosting in two weeks. After a month, it seemed like their lives had returned to normal. Lori seemed to be the same as she had been before her discovery, including her sex drive. One night, he thanked her for giving him a second chance.

"I haven't given it to you yet," she said pleasantly. "You're going to have to earn it. You're probably thinking you got a free pass because I'm happy. But the reason I'm happy is because I'm working on something that you're going to have to do to pay for what you did to me. I'm excited about it because it's getting closer, and the closer it gets, the happier I am.

"It's going to be as surprising to you as what you did was surprising to me, and there are other things in common, too. But I will tell you this. You're not going to enjoy it, and that's an understatement. So you might want to start thinking about what we have and how much it's worth to you. Because I've made my decision, and you'll have to make yours. I don't think yours will be easy."

What she said already made him uneasy, but even though she said whatever she was working on was close, Lori didn't mention anything for nearly three more weeks. While he was waiting, he didn't enjoy himself with her as much anymore because he was wondering what she was planning. And whenever he noticed that she was smiling at him for no reason, a chill ran through his body.

She ended the suspense on a Monday night after dinner. "It's time to start talking about our future," she said. "I've done a lot of thinking and planning. The planning took much longer than I thought it would, but I wanted to make sure everything would be just right.

"Depending on what you decide, all the planning might go down the drain, but I don't regret a single minute that I spent on it, because doing it forced me to think about you and about us and made me understand just how much it hurt me to learn what a pig I had married and what it would take for me to continue to live with that pig."

The words hurt Edwin, but only slightly, because he was much more scared than hurt. What scared him was the tone of her voice. It was the same tone that she had used when they were talking about their day at the office or their plans for Saturday night. It was her normal, pleasant tone with not a tinge of anger, and it didn't fit at all with what she was saying. She sounded psychotic.

"Let's talk about costs first, Edwin," she said. "I had a free consultation with a top divorce attorney that one of my friends had used, so I can show you his estimate of what the process would cost. It's a lot, but he said our situation is fairly simple because we don't have children or complicated finances.

"My alternative plan would cost almost as much as the lawyers. You'll have until tomorrow night to decide between them, because if you decide on the second plan, I will need time to get it set up for Saturday morning. I'm not going to give you a lot of information tonight, only enough for you to be able to understand and decide. If you think I'm not being fair, I'm willing to listen, and maybe I'll make some adjustments, but I doubt it. I've gone over this enough times to know exactly what I want to do.

"On Friday night, we are going to spend the night at a hotel. After breakfast Saturday, we'll come back to the house. It will give Iris and Misty time to turn our bedroom into a movie studio. They're my friends who do wedding videos, and they also do private erotic videos for couples. But Saturday morning for three hours, they'll be shooting a hardcore porn video in our bedroom.

"It's not going to be mainstream porn. They will be recording me as I hurt and demean and humiliate you in horrible ways. The only thing I promise is that I don't intend for anything I do to damage you permanently, so I'll be careful. But I know that accidents can happen, and I thought about certain parts of the video script really hard. In the end, I decided that I would take chances -- like you did.

"I'm confident that any injury you suffer will heal in a month at most, but as you know, nothing is 100 per cent certain, so if you decide to go through with this, you need to think about that.

"So plan on three hours of hell. But there's more. After it's over, I'll explain a few things that are going to change around here. Since I feel that everything else we have together is almost ideal, most of our life will stay exactly the same. The only things that will be different will involve our sex lives. I didn't think that was a problem until you showed me that I had married a pig. So there will be some adjustments, and you're not going to like them.

"So you need to understand that even if you get through Saturday morning and recover, there will be ongoing things that you will hate. No, I'm not going to be checking on you at the office or on a business trip. I'm going to totally trust you again. But if you ever humiliate me again and I do find out, there will be only one choice for me: the lawyer. 

"And I promise you that most of our sex life will be as good as it is now, and I hope that the two of us can continue to make it even better, like we've been doing. But occasionally it won't be good for you. You'll have to go through hell again, with plenty of degradation and humiliation -- like you will on Saturday morning, if that's what you agree to.

"So there you have the choices. The quick and painless one is the lawyer. The other one will last the rest of our marriage, which to me means the rest of our lives, because except for being a sex pig, you are my ideal husband, and I know you'll be a wonderful father to our children.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, two," he said. "Can you give me at least a couple of examples of what you'll do to me on Saturday? And what if I back out at the last minute Saturday morning because I just can't go through with it?"

"I think you know the answer to both of those questions, Edwin," she said. "No, you won't get any more information from me. For the rest of the week, you can imagine the worst things I could possibly do to you. Maybe what I do won't be as bad, or maybe it will be worse.

"Are you going to brand me or castrate me?"

"Well, I guess we just found out what you think I'm capable of? Wow! First of all, those things are permanent. And secondly, I still love you. I'm not torturing a terrorist. No, I'm not going to do anything that insane to you.

"As for your second question, you're going to be able to back out on Saturday morning, right up until we get started. All it means is that the money I spend on my plan will be wasted, because we're going to have to spend money on lawyers anyway. But once we begin, your options are over. Here's one more thing to think about. I can promise you that during those three hours there will probably lots of times where you'll be wishing you went for the lawyers. I'm prepared for you to hate me for a long time afterwards while I work hard to make you think I was worth it.

"One more thing. To help keep your head clear, we're not going to have sex tonight or any time until Saturday morning. I think this is only the second time since we've been married that we've done that for five days in a row. You know the other time -- it was after I surprised you in your office. Also, if you agree to my plan, I'm going to be busy with preparations starting tomorrow night, and you won't see much of me. The rest of the week will give you just a preview of what a separation will be like. Even before the divorce, we will be completely through, and you'll never see or touch me again, I swear. It will be something to think about when you get nervous on Saturday morning.

"By the way, I've made an appointment with my lawyer for Wednesday morning. I told his secretary that I might cancel it at the last minute, and she said that wouldn't be a problem, because he's so booked up that another client will jump at the chance to get in earlier. So it won't cost us anything.

"What I'm saying is that you don't have the option of not giving me your decision by tomorrow night. If you don't say anything, I'm keeping the appointment. Any other questions?"

"No," he said in a soft, frightened voice that told her what his decision would be.



He was just as frightened when he entered their bedroom on Saturday morning. He blinked his eyes because the lights were bright as he looked around. Furniture had been moved to the corners of the room, and the bed had been pulled into the middle. It was brightly illuminated, and because all was dark around it, it seemed to be the only thing in the room. He saw cameras on tripods everywhere and her friends, Iris and Misty, were walking around making adjustments. They were dressed in bikinis and sneakers, and they looked hot.




Pig



"Iris and Misty will be moving around a lot with hand-held cameras shooting extreme close-ups," said Lori. "They're dressed like that because it could get a little messy. You see the cameras, but what you don't see is that they've also hidden some microphones around the bed to capture every little squishy sound of sex, as well as your reactions, which I hope will be very expressive. They will also record me talking to you and explaining what's going on.

"Are you ready, ladies? OK, it's time for us to get undressed and into bed. This is your last chance to back out, Edwin, because in a few minutes, I'm going to be in control, and you won't have any choice. If you don't want to split up, you need to get your clothes off and lie down in the middle of the bed on your back.

"Well, Edwin, thank you. I would like to embrace you right now and smother you with kisses and tell you how much I love you for honoring me with that decision, but that will have to wait, because we have a video to make. See that big empty plastic container from the kitchen. Please move it next to your head. I'm now getting on top of you in the 69 position, and I want to begin by having you eat me out.

"Do you notice how wet I am down there already? That's because I'm excited about this. Are you enjoying the juices flowing into your mouth? Now I'm going to adjust a little and move my knees so my rear is sticking up a little higher, and Iris is putting one of the small pillows under your head to bring your mouth back to where it belongs, which is right at my clitoris. Just keep your tongue working at it, and your eyes should have a great view of my empty vagina. Not for long.

"I felt you jerk. You must have felt Iris and Misty putting restraints around your wrists and ankles and connecting them to the bed. No, don't move like that, Edwin. I told you that you have to do what I say for the rest of the morning. This is what I mean. Did you feel that? When you forget your agreement, I'm going to have to squeeze your testicles like that, and you can't get away from me now or move to stop me. I'll try to do it just slightly, as a reminder, but if you continue to not mind me, I will have to squeeze harder. I'm sure that you will get the idea before I do any permanent damage, but as I told you, that's one of the chances I'm taking.

"Good, just concentrate on licking. OK, Number 1. Now do you see him going into my vagina slowly. Don't worry, he won't be there long. Here's what's happening, Edwin. I thought and thought about what a pig you were, and I decided that the best thing for a pig was a sty. So our bedroom is going to be a sty for the next couple of hours, and you get to be the pig in the sty.

"What do pigs do in their sty? Not much, they just eat and wallow. So that's what I've planned for you. You're going to wallow in degradation, and you're going to eat your slops. You once mentioned to me how exciting it would be watching me with another man and also how degrading. So today, you're going to live out your fantasy of being a cuckold. You're going to watch men have sex with me, and you'll get a close-up view. From where you are, you'll see every movement in and out like now. You'll hear every sloppy squish of my body fluids as the penis churns them up. Like now.

"You've wallowed like a pig, and now it's time for your first feeding. Pigs don't get much variety in their chow, so today, you'll be eating the same thing over and over: juicy, fresh cream pie slops.

"See, some of my natural lubricant coming out is already mixed with white because he spurted a ton of stuff into me, and there wasn't enough room inside. No, don't stop licking at my clitoris. Ignore the stuff falling on your face. Has some of it gotten into your mouth yet? How about your nose? No, I see by the monitor Iris set up in front of me that there are just a few drops on your face. She's behind your head doing an incredible close-up of my slimy vagina and your tongue flicking my clitoris just below it.

"Now Number 1 has pulled out, and I'm going to raise up on my arms a little, which will lower my rear. Just keep on licking. There, now the white stuff is starting to flow. Look how it's coming out. You can stop licking now and start swallowing. You're keeping your mouth shut, you silly pig. Time to eat. Your face is already covered and it's going into your nostrils. Soon you won't be able to breathe through your nose, and you'll have to open your mouth. When it opens, I'm going to squeeze my vaginal muscles to send a bunch of semen spurting into it, so prepare to swallow fast.

"Your mouth is still tight. I see you're trying to breathe through your nose. How does all that semen you're inhaling smell in there. It probably burns a little, too, and it keeps on coming, so there's not much air going in. I see your mouth twitching. I think it's about to come open. There it goes. I'll give you a couple of big gasps for air. Now here's your meal.

"Wow! I had no idea there was so much left. You're coughing and choking. Just focus on swallowing it as fast as you can and you'll soon be fine. Look at you swallow. Uh-oh. I see your face starting to turn green. I'm going to lift up off of you now. Misty, see that container by his head. Lift his head back up and put the container in front of his mouth. There goes breakfast.

"That's it, Edwin, just let it go. You're going to get plenty to eat this morning. OK, it looks like you've stopped heaving. Misty, please empty that in the bathroom and wash it out quickly. Then bring it back here with a glass of water. No, Edwin, don't move. I'm sorry I had to squeeze your balls just now and make you yell, but you forgot to listen again. Misty's back. Please lift him up again, Misty. You can push some pillows behind him so you don't have to hold him.

"Now, Edwin, take a sip of water, slosh it around in your mouth, and spit it into the container. That's it. Do it a couple more times. We want to get all that horrible tasting stuff from your stomach out of there. I don't want anything interfering with my piggy's enjoyment of his cream pie slops today.

"That should do it. Now please drink the rest of the water. When you throw up like that, it's easy to get dehydrated, and we have to keep you healthy, don't we? OK, Number 2, we're ready. Misty please adjust Edwin's pillows so he can start working on my clitoris again.

"Did you notice how fast Number 1 came, Edwin? That's not by accident. The men were all carefully selected. One thing they have in common is they are all gushers. Some men's bodies manufacture huge amounts of come. I've done lots of research in the last couple of months.

"I wanted to make sure that my piggy would have plenty to eat, so the men I picked all had to have an abundance for you. And they all had to be thin, thinner than you since I have to handle a few of them. I didn't want there to be too much friction to get me sore, just a lot of come. Also, they needed to be able to get themselves aroused enough that it would take them less than a minute to come.

"See, Number 2 is coming already. Keep on licking. That's it. I'm not going to do the same thing as with Number 1. But when he pulls out, there will be plenty of stuff going into your mouth and your nose and all over your face, and when Number 3 pushes in, more stuff will be pushed out. Swallow it while you keep licking me. I think I'm almost ready to come, and when I look into the monitor and see that stuff filling your mouth while you're licking me, that should do it.

"Whee! That was a great orgasm. Sorry I came down so hard on your mouth. Did I push more of his stuff into the wrong pipe? Is that why you're coughing? Uh-oh, I heard that gagging sound again. Misty, get that container to him and lift up his head. Go ahead, Edwin, get it out. See, there isn't that much this time. Soon you'll be dry. You may still heave, but it won't be messy. OK, let's clean out his mouth again and hydrate him.

"Look at your face. You look like a ghost because you're covered in a thick coat of white paint. I can barely make out our eyes underneath it. Misty, use that rubber ball bulb syringe with the long tapered nozzle. That's it. Squeeze the ball until all the air is out and then stick it in each nostril to suck up the come. Now squeeze it out into his mouth. Keep doing that until he can breathe through his nose again. Now suck up the stuff on his eyes the same way. Good, Now take that damp cloth and wash around his eyes. I want your eyes open for this next part, Edwin. Ready Number 4.

"Open those eyes, Edwin. Keeping them closed is not an option. I know they're sticky and crusty. That's it. Now you see another advantage of the thin penis. He covered it with lube, and it's going into my anus this time. Yes, there's a little discomfort for me, but not too much, because he's much thinner than even you are. There he goes. Boy, that felt like a powerful enema spurting deep into my colon. But there's so much of it that some is already running down my butt crack and dripping onto your face. More is coming now as he pulls out. But there's a lot still in there, and now I get to feed it to you. Adust the pillow so his head moves back a little, Misty. There. Now I'm going to lower my rear until the anus is right by his mouth. OK, start licking, Edwin. Sorry for the squeeze there, but you weren't getting started.

"Good. That feels soothing, your tongue on my little wrinkly hole. Is there some nutrition coming out of it? Not much yet. Why don't you stick your tongue in? That's it. Push. Oops! I hear that gagging sound. Do you want the container again? No? Take a moment to recover. OK, that's enough. Stick that tongue back in and try to move it around. That feels good.

"OK, here's what you need to do now, Edwin. Pull your tongue out of my anus and lean back a little. Misty, take that bulb syringe and stick it deep as you can into my anus. Squeeze until all the air is out. OK. Remove it and let it fill up with air again. Now stick it back and push all the air into me again. I'm starting to feel something. I think one more time will do it. There, push that air into me. Good. I'm ready now.

"Edwin, do you know what happens when your colon is full of air. Yes, you have to fart to let it out. Before we started, I cleaned myself out thoroughly so when I fart, you're not going to get any swamp gas. But there's some other stuff in there that's going to shoot out like a cannon. The longer I can hold it in, the bigger the explosion.

"Misty, please place the pillows under his head so that his mouth is right at my anus. Now suck some come off his face with the bulb syringe and squeeze it back into his nostrils until he has to open his mouth to breathe. Let me know when he's doing that because I'm having a hard time holding all this air in.

"You say he's ready. OK, tell me when he opens his mouth. There. Oh, listen to that. What a disgusting sound! You know what just filled your mouth, Edwin. On the Internet, they call it a cumfart cocktail. Did you enjoy the first one? I feel another one coming. Wow! That sounded like a gunshot. It sounds like you're gagging, so I think I hit the target.

"That's it, gulp it down. There's a lot more to come because I still feel pretty full in there. Lots of yummy slops for the piggy."

When Lori had finished farting come, she got off of Edwin and turned around. "Oh my," she said, "look at that face. It isn't pretty. I'm sorry, Edwin. I thought I cleaned myself out completely with two enemas, but there was a little foul stuff that you had to swallow along with that good semen. Oops. I shouldn't have told you. It looks like you're ready to heave again. Let's get that container over here. That's it Edwin. Look, hardly anything came out."

"Misty, let him rinse out and drink some more water, and then I want you to use damp cloth and clean everything off his face, so it's sparkling clean."

Lori got on the bed behind Edwin's head. "Please untie his legs, Misty," she said, "and hand them to me. He's not kicking much. I think all that heaving and gagging tired him out. There, I've got his ankles in my hands. Now please move those pillows like I showed you before. I'm going to pull Edwin's legs back, and I want you to keep pushing pillows under his back as it comes off the bed so it's propped up. There, that's it.

"We're getting you ready for the last part, Edwin. I thought of this because I know how you work out and how proud you are that you're still as flexible and limber as you were when you competed in gymnastics in high school. You're going to show Misty and Iris how far you can pull your legs back over your head. I'm sure they'll be as amazed as I was.

Lori continued to slowly pull Edwin's legs back further and Misty and Iris pushed more pillows against him, propping his back up higher. Eventually, his body curled, and his legs were so far back that his feet were touching the pillows behind him that supported his head.

"Look up, Edwin," said Lori. "What do you see? Why it's the beautiful jewel that I treasure so much. It gives me a lot of pleasure, except when you come in my mouth.

"So far, my piggy has enjoyed a wine tasting. I hope you've been comparing the different flavors. Or do they all taste the same? But now I'm going to uncork the expensive wine, Edwin Simmons 1986 Private Reserve. I'm pulling your legs back and down, so the bottle neck is in front of your mouth.

"There should be plenty in there because it hasn't been poured all week. And it shouldn't take long to uncork it. Now I'm going to stroke you a little. Look at that. Mr. Small and Pudgy just turned into Mr. Hard and Strong. And it's pushing hard at your lips. Little pig, little pig, let me come in. Why don't you open your mouth for Mr. Hard and let him inside? OK, I'll help you. I'm gong to pinch your nose shut now while I stroke Mr. Hard. We'll both be patient, Mr. Hard and I.

"He's really getting harder and wants to go into your mouth in the worst way. Your eyes are getting wide, Edwin. I think your mouth is going to open soon because you need to breath in. There it goes, and in goes Mr. Hard. He loves it in there with all the come. He feels right at home. Now just give him a playful little suck to show you love him. Don't make those gagging sounds. You haven't had anything to throw up in quite a while, so all it does is hurt and doesn't give any relief. Get control of yourself. We've come this far. Why make it harder? Let's get this over with.

"That's it. That was a nice little suck. Now another one. Good. Now breathe through your nose and suck as hard as you can. If you breathe right, you won't need to stop sucking. That's it. Leave the rest to me. I've got some lube here and I'm going to stick my hands into it. Do you feel my warm hand around your balls? Doesn't that feel good? I'll pull on them a little now. I can see you responding to that like you always do.

"Now, while I manipulate your balls, I'm puttng my other hand around the beautiful neck of your bottle. It's so long that even though you're sucking on the opening, there's lots of it still outside of your mouth. I'm going to close my hand to get some good friction going from all the lube. I'm starting to pump it up and down.

"Look at your legs up above your head. They are waving like flags in the wind. Your whole body is getting into this, and your face is bright red. I knew it wouldn't take long. Just keep sucking as I keep pumping and playing with your balls. Do you feel yourself getting anxious? You want to come so badly, but you also don't want to fill your mouth with your own come in front of that close-up camera that Iris is aiming at you.

"Your eyes are getting wider and wider. You've stopped sucking and you're trying frantically to hold back. It's all right, Edwin, I won't make you suck anymore, because I can tell it's too late now. You aren't in control. I'm not even in control. I'm just going to make sure your penis stays in your mouth and keep on pumping and playing with your balls. Neither one of us knows when it's going to happen, but I don't think it will be long now, so I'm going to keep on talking until it does because I think that's helping get you past your resistance.

"Your breathing is going wild and your body is shaking. Give it up, Edwin, don't hold back. Let yourself go. It's going to feel so good. Oh! What was that sound. You squealed like a pig, I think, and then you held your breath, and now I see you've exploded. I'm still pumping. I want to get it all out. Look, how your come made the trip up to the roof of your mouth, and now it's coming out your nose. Look at your head move like it's trying to get away. And your legs are flapping like bird's wings trying to fly out of here. I'm so excited that I'm coming again. I had some great orgasms while you were licking me and eating your cream pies, but this was the best one yet, and nothing was even touching me between my legs.

"OK. I see you're slowly getting soft. I want it to stay in your mouth until the last drop comes out. Does it taste different from the others? No, don't say anything yet. I don't want you to talk with your mouth full. OK, Number 5, are you ready.

"Edwin, I see that you are soft and about to fall out of your mouth. So we're ready to move on. Your tongue is probably hurting from all that exercise and you're feeling a little bushed from all the sucking. But from now on, you won't have to do anything. You can just relax and enjoy the rest of the video shoot.

"Oh, I see you're not too tired to move a little. Yes, that was No. 5 sticking his fingers into your anus. Here he goes again. He's standing on the bed holding your legs, which are right over your head, and pushing some of the thick oily lube into you from behind. Now he's inserting his long, thin thing inside you. I can tell it hurts a little, because you're not used to it, but look how smoothly it slides in. He's the first one because because you've never had a man in your ass before, and I wanted your first experience to be as gentle as possible.

"I can see you're breathing heavily as he's going in and out, but you're just experiencing some discomfort, no real pain. You've gotten used to the idea of anal pretty fast. I think it's because you're already so degraded that the psychological aversion isn't that strong anymore. Mr. Thin should come soon, and sure enough, there he goes.

"Look straight up. He's pulled your hole right over your mouth. it's just a few inches away. See how some of his come is leaking out of you because he squirted a huge load inside, and it's being forced out around his tool. It's dripping on you. Now get ready for a lot more as he pulls out. There, that went into your mouth and your nose, but none got in your eyes. 

"Now for some more cumfart cocktails. Do you feel the air I'm squirting into you with my bulb syringe. I think you're bigger inside than I am, so I'm going to give you a lot of injections. I see you're starting to squirm. That's only three. Let's put in two more. Your stomach is getting bloated. It looks a little like you're pregnant. OK, Mr. Thin, take his legs and position him. That's it. You can see your wrinkly hole close up now. If you stuck your tongue out, you could probably touch it. No, I won't make you do that because I see you're almost ready to explode.

"You're staring at your anus in disbelief and trying to hold back. That's good, because when it comes out, it will be even stronger. I love the expression on your face. Oh, that was amazing! What a loud noise! And the the white cream exploded onto your face. You're keeping your mouth shut, but the thick paint is covering your face and going into your eyes and your nose. You'll soon have to open your mouth to breathe.

"There you're gasping, and boom, you just shot out another cum fart and this one must have hit the back of your throat. You're choking, but you need to swallow fast, my little piggy, because there's more to come. That's it. Eat that cream pie that was baked right in your own oven. Enjoy yourself. Look at you go!




Pig



"While you're swallowing , I'll tell you what's next. I've got three more loads to go into you for you to enjoy the same way. But no more Mr. Thins. The next three have as much come for you as the others, maybe more, but they are Mr. Thicks. Remember how you told me you imagined my vagina being stretched in your cuckold fantasy. As they stretch you and feed you, I'm going to pretend that I'm you watching me being stretched and try to enjoy it like you would.

"The Mr. Thicks are all primed and ready to come, but I'm giving them a bonus if they can last for one minute of hard slamming. That won't start right away. I want each of them to ease into you slowly and then warm up and gradually increase the speed. This is mostly for safety, because I don't want them to tear you.

"Since you don't know much about anal, you'll be surprised that it hurts almost the same at medium speed as it does at high speed. So I'm looking forward to hearing from you. While you were licking me and swallowing, you couldn't say much, but now you'll have a chance.

"Once they've worked up to a really fast speed -- I'm figuring about three minutes for each one -- I'll start timing them and let them come after a minute, if they hold out that long. Then you'll enjoy their cumfart cocktails. I'm not going to clean you up for a while, because I want to see how thick a layer they can build up on your face.

"Then the girls are going to pack up and leave, and I'm going to attend to you. You're going to hurt a lot, and I've heard that painkillers don't help much. You may have to call in sick at work on Monday. But I'll focus on helping you heal as quickly as possible and showing you that I really love you despite what I'm putting you through today. And whenever you're ready to talk, I'll tell you the rest. OK, Mr. Thick Number 1, we're ready for you."



Edwin couldn't move without intense pain on Sunday, and he spent most of the day in bed sleeping. Lori brought him food, but his stomach was upset, and he couldn't eat much. Even though the stuff he had swallowed was soft and mostly liquid, it hurt tremendously coming out, so he asked Lori to just bring him broth because he was afraid of the pain he would have dealing with solids.

He went back to work on Wednesday, but everyone could see he was walking funny and making grimaces with every step. He tried to sit behind his desk most of the time and postponed his business trip scheduled for the next week.

By the following weekend, things were better. He continued to feel occasional stabs of pain inside his anus for the next few weeks, but they gradually they became less frequent. Lori said nothing to him beyond normal conversation and just continued to take care of him tenderly.

His mind was in conflict as he was healing. He hated Lori, but he still loved her. He wanted to tear her apart, but he didn't want to hurt her. He wanted a divorce, but he couldn't imagine life without her.

After four weeks, he began stroking her in bed one night. She gently moved his hand off her and said, "Edwin, I'm so happy to feel your caress again. I think it shows you're almost healed in body and mind. But before we can do anything, we need to talk. Not now, because we need to get some sleep, but as soon as you want to after that."

The next night after dinner, he said, "So let's talk."

"OK, Edwin. Remember I told you that the video session wasn't the end of it. By the way, I watched the finished edited version once, but then I had to put it away. It got me so aroused that I was ready to go out to a bar and pick up the first man who looked at me. You were out of the question, because you were still hurting a lot. I'm saving it for a day when we have a large block of time, because I'm going to go wild with you.

"And that brings me to what happens from this day on, if you agree. If not, I'll be sad, but I'll force myself to go to the lawyer. At least I'll have the video to remember you by.

"I'm only talking about sex, Edwin. You may not believe me, but even though I mortified you, I still love you and want to be with you for the rest of my life and for us and our children to be happy together. I wish our sex life could always be as mutually exciting and fulfilling as it was before you did what you did.

"But you did it, and there's no going back. I don't think about it all the time, but I still think about it too much. And over time, it builds up. When it gets to be too much, I'm going to say 'Oink!'"

"Oink?" he said.

"Yes, oink," she said. "That will work when we have kids or someone is over here. Or if we're in a restaurant with another couple or we're on vacation. That will be my signal to you."

"Signal for what?"

"For the next time we go to bed, whether it's later that day or the next day. When we have sex, I'm going to feed the pig again. We may start off doing things that both of us like, but before the evening is over, you're going to be eating some creampie. No more cuckolding. This will be just between us, so the flavor of the month, every month, will be Edwin Simmons 1986 Private Reserve.

"I may ask you to do your thing where you suck your own penis until you come into your mouth while I watch. Or I may have you do my ass and then cumfart the load you put in me into your mouth. There may be other things I think of, and I want to get each new one on video the first time we do it. I'll learn to set up the equipment myself, because, as I said, from now on, it's only me and you. And there won't be much pain. No, mostly it will just be a lot of disgusting and degrading stuff until I get my fill of humiliating you and decide to stop.

"I'll try to oink as little as possible, but I know that there will be times when I just need to. I won't know until I feel it. Maybe there wlll be times when it's even two nights in a row. But I promise you, I'm not going to be a greedy pig.

"The rest of the times we have sex -- which will be most of the time -- I'm going to make it better and better for you, because I want to prove that I love you and am grateful for you puttng up with the humiliation. I'll give you blow jobs as often as you want, even every day.

"Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you, I'm no longer going to be upset if you come in my mouth by accident. I did some research and found out about snow balls, and that's what I'll feed you if you have an accident. It means that I'll hold all of your come in my mouth and then give you a big French kiss and deposit everything in your mouth. I'll try to make it go into your nose, too, and make sure you swallow every drop, just like you did on the video.

"As for anal, you can have it as often as you want. But if you come inside me, you'll have to eat your come out of me like you did the other night. And since I don't like anal, I'm going to do my best to make you come fast, so you won't be enjoying much anal and will probably eat a lot of marbled creampie. Remember a few months ago when I was experimenting with how fast I could make you come? By doing certain things -- and you know what they are -- I got it down to less than 30 seconds, and I think I can do even better.

"So you'll probably prefer to wait for oink nights to have anal sex. On those nights, I won't hurry you along. I'll let you enjoy yourself in my anus before you deposit there. And I'm going to always clean myself out thoroughly first to make sure there's nothing distasteful for you to eat besides your come.

"I see you turning green now as I'm telling you this. That's one reason I decided not to have you to eat me out each time we make love. Another reason is because then it wouldn't be special. If you did it that often, you might get used to it.

"I don't want my piggy to ever get used to the taste and smell of his special slops, so I'll try to oink as seldom as possible. I want each time to be an experience that totally degrades and humiliates you and reminds you of what you did to me.

"Now you know what I've become, Edwin. Is this what you want? I don't need an answer right now. You need to process the information I just gave you. Tomorrow morning, I'm calling the lawyer again and setting up an appointment in two weeks. I'll wait until the night before to see if you want me to cancel it. Why are you looking at me so funny? What are you smiling about?"

"I'm smiling about you," he said. "I've been having nightmares about what you were going to tell me and whether I could agree to it. I'm not going to tell you what I imagined, because I don't want to give you any more ideas. These are bad enough. But you can save yourself the phone call tomorrow. I'm too horny to endure another night without you." He began stroking her arm.

Lori smiled at him. "Oink!" she said. 



Pig Dicks and Broomsticks



"How do you like the new attachment for my broom?" Abigail asked her long time friend, Nora.

Nora looked at the corkscrewed eight-inch handle sticking out from the side of Abigail's broom. "So you're still afraid of falling off, are you? I figured you'd be over that by now. It's been a couple of hundred years since you learned to ride."

"It was that damned tree from last Halloween," Abigail replied. "I swerved to miss it and, bam! I was on my ass on the ground. I'm too old for such shit. I don't bounce like I used to."

"Well, that handle should give you something to hold onto," Nora replied as she studied it. "I had a boyfriend way back when that had a dick that looked a lot like that."

After a moment or two more thought, she said, "You need to move it forward a good bit though. Otherwise it'll make you sit too far back and screw up the balance of the broom."

Abigail cackled and shook her head. "No way. I like it right where it is. It fits just right. Nice and tight."

Nora gave her a funny look and then her mouth dropped open. "You don't mean...."

"But I do, dearie. I sit on it. Not only can I not fall off but I also get off. It's a pig's dick so the orgasms go on and on like that damned pink bunny."

"Abigail!" Nora said shocked.

"What? Pigs have orgasms that can last an hour."

"Not that! How can you fly with that thing in your.... Uh.... You know." Nora protested.

"I fly very well, thank you. At first I had problems with directional control and especially with speed. An orgasm would hit and I'd go through the sound barrier. It took some getting used to and a lot of practice but now, it's the only way to travel. When I yell 'I'm coming', I really mean it," Abigail replied and then cackled until she coughed.

"It takes all of my concentration just to keep my broom in the air. Having any distractions at all would bring me to the ground in a resounding crash," Nora said, shaking her head.

"I told you, it took some getting used to and a lot of practice. I started out hovering a few inches off the ground while that little redheaded familiar of mine licked my clit. That little bitch has a quick and accurate tongue, let me tell you."

She paused and sighed a second as a frown crossed her face. "I'm just glad I let go of the broom when that first orgasm struck so suddenly. As it was, I had to call a tow truck to get the damned thing out of the tree across the road."

"How long have you been working on this?" Nora asked, as her eyes got big.

"Since last Halloween or rather, just after I got out of the hospital from that crash. My ass still hurts when it rains."

"I still don't see how you can do it," Nora said huffily.

Abigail cackled and danced around. "It's got your goat that I can fly and come at the same time. Now maybe you'll believe that I'm a better witch than you are."

Nora drew back her hand but Abigail was faster on the draw and Nora was frozen in place. "Now. Now. No reason to get all hostile and shit. You can learn how to do it if you'll just listen. I'll tell you all about it."

Abigail got an evil glint in her eye. "Maybe I should get you a bit more comfy." With a twist of her wrist, Nora's raggedy old dress vanished.

"Now that's much better," Abigail muttered as she studied her friend's body. The face might be three hundred years old but the body wasn't a day over forty.

"Have you been working out? You look marvelous, dearie," Abigail said and then realized Nora couldn't reply. With a wave of her hand she released Nora's head and vocal cords.

"You bitch!" Nora yelled. "I'll fry you in baby oil."

"That would be a total waste of babies," Abigail replied, a note of disgust in her voice.

"Not real baby oil, you ditz, the kind from Johnson and Johnson. Now, let me go."

"After I tell you about learning to fly while having an orgasm," Abigail replied and then leered at her friend's perky tits. "You know, I haven't sucked on those for years. Can you still have an orgasm from it?"

"You leave my little girls alone," Nora said and then whimpered as Abigail's head moved toward her right tit.

Abigail cackled and then coughed. She paused to spit and then grinned. "You do still orgasm from having your tits played with. I've always loved that about you. You're so soft and sensitive, especially when you're coming your brains out."

"Tell your damn story so I can get free," Nora replied in a harsh, hissing whisper.

"Boy, the older you get, the more you get in a snit over the littlest things."

"My tits aren't little. They're... they're... perky. Yes, that the word for them," Nora told Abigail sharply.

"If you say so. Now relax and let me tell you my story."

*****

When I left the hospital, I caught a ride with one of the wood nymphs that works there. Even sitting on that danged inflatable donut didn't help much as she drove like a maniac and I think she tried to hit every pothole in the state. Give a nymph a four-wheel drive and she'll use it.

I had my seat belt on and pulled tight but that damned truck had those big old tires and the stiffest suspension known to man or nymph. My ass hurt and I wasn't in my normal cheery mood by the time she dropped me off at my place.

As I got out of the truck the little nymph said, "If you'd drove a nice four-wheel drive truck instead of that beat up old broom, you wouldn't have hurt your ass."

I didn't reply but she got my message as she pedaled away in her new kiddy car.

*****

I spent several days trying to figure out a way to install a seatbelt on my broom but gave it up as a bad idea. Even if I was strapped to the broom, I still slid around a lot. And if I did crash, I was tied to the broom, which wasn't a good idea.

That's when it hit me; I needed something to hold me in place. A saddle of some sort was my first idea. I tried a horse saddle but it felt weird and looked even weirder. The stirrups were nice but looked ridiculous.

The seat off my old Harley was comfortable but I still slid around and, without handlebars, I didn't feel safe. Handlebars on a broomstick look even sillier than stirrups. Anyway, the Harley was already jealous enough of the broomstick and that old hog could be mean when it wanted to be.

I shelved the idea for a while and decided it was time to see if that fall had injured anything other than my ass. I retired to my bed and grabbed a handful of my most trusty dildos and vibrators. I was ready for a real workout. It had been ten days, after all.

So, there I was, sprawled out on the bed with my big double-pronged vibrator working in and out of my pussy and ass. The little redheaded familiar was lying on my stomach licking one nipple and then the other. I was building to a barnburner of an orgasm when it hit me.

"Isn't that the vibrator you used on that fairy princess? Uh, what's her name? The one you put to sleep for a hundred years," Nora interrupted to ask.

"Yeah, it's the very one. But it wasn't my doing that put her to sleep. She stole it so she could get in some practice for that prince she wanted to marry. The little bitch should have known better," Abigail replied with a crooked grin.

"By the time they called me in to consult, she had been coming for three days. When I checked her, her eyes were crossed and her pussy wouldn't let go of the damned thing. I had to use a crowbar to pry it from between her legs. When I did, she sat straight up, yelled, "Fuck!" and then passed out."

Nora shook her head. "I always figured there was something funny about that story. You know, something more that wasn't being told. Blaming it on the witch is always better than saying the little princess fucked up."

"Yeah, we always get the bad end of the stick. Well, most of the time. That spell I had on that dildo and all those orgasms made her sleep for a couple of weeks or so."

"A few weeks or so? I thought it was like a hundred years or some such," Nora said and then she frowned as she eyed her friend sharply. "Ok. Out with it. What else did you do?"

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about," Abigail said shifty eyed.

Now it was Nora's turn to cackle. "Spill it. I want all the details."

"Uh.... There ain't much to tell. You know how much I love them little blonde princesses. I just couldn't stay away, so every week or so I'd pop into her bedroom with my strap-on and let nature take its course."

"Which strap-on?" Nora asked in a breathy whisper. "Not Black Beauty?"

Abigail grinned and nodded.

"Holy bat shit! No wonder she kept on sleeping. I'm surprised she lived through it."

"Live though it, she couldn't get enough of it. The more I gave her, the more she wanted. The harder I fucked her, the harder she wanted it. That little bitch has a monster of a sexual appetite. I finally had to go find that damned prince and get him to take over. She was about to wear me out."

"Huh? How could he compete with black Beauty? I mean that thing should have been on a horse."

Abigail cracked up and ended up sitting on the ground she was laughing so hard.

"What the fuck is so funny?" Nora asked.

"It was at one time," Abigail confessed. "Do you remember that knight on the black horse that slew my pet dragon?"

"You don't mean...."

"Yeah, I sure do and you know that big tin can that sits on my desk.... That's what's left of the knight."

Nora shook her head and grinned. "You are something else, girlfriend."

"Anyway," Abigail said, "quit interrupting so I can tell my story. Now, where was I?"

*****

Oh, yeah, I was headed for the big O and then it hit me. A dildo screwed to my broom would keep me in place and keep me from sliding around. I jerked that double pronged one out of my ass and pussy and looked at it closely. I figured it would be perfect but then again it was my favorite toy and I didn't want to be able to use it only when I went flying.

I spent an hour or two sorting through my toy box. I never realized how many toys I had or how many of them I loved so much. Decisions, decisions, decisions. I couldn't make up my mind. Of course, some were just out of the question. I even considered folding that long double ended dong over and....

Well, I couldn't do that. If I did, then what would I share with you and my other friends when you dropped in? I mean, there are limits and then there are responsibilities of a good hostess. I know you love Black Beauty almost as much as I do but after a while it gets to my lower back.

Nora shivered and groaned. "My lower back ain't even close to where it gets me. I swear sometimes I can belch and taste that damned thing."

"That reminds me. I didn't have lunch and all this talk about that princess and Black Beauty has me hungry." Abigail's eyes wandered up and down her friend's body again.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Nora whispered fiercely. "I can't move with this damned spell on me and I'm likely to pull something. Anyway, the last time you ate me, I got a heat rash from all them peppers you like in your chili."

Abigail frowned and shook her head. "You had to mention chili, didn't you? I ain't had any in a couple of months. That last batch made my cauldron throw up and now it runs off if I even mention chili."

"No chili, huh? In that case, let me loose and I'll serve you the hottest, juiciest lunch you've had in a while," Nora whispered with a big grin on her face. She wasn't anyone's fool. Abigail had a tongue that was pure heaven when it wasn't pepper coated. 

"Hey!" Nora yelled. She rose three feet off the ground and then rotated until she was upside down. When she felt her legs spreading, she knew where this was heading. "All the blood's going to rush to my head."

Abigail rotated her friend around until her feet were once again pointed toward the ground. "You are getting so picky in your old age."

"I've just learned that a little comfort goes a long ways," Nora replied huffily. "Tell me about this broom deal and then we can take this inside and pile up in your bed."

Abigail grinned and released the spell on her friend. "Your idea sounds a lot better than anything I might have had to say. Anyway, if you've had several dozen orgasms and your brains fucked out with Black Beauty, it will be easier for you to try out my broom later."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Nora replied with a big smile. She didn't give a shit about the broom; Black Beauty would have her flying around the room without one. 



Pig Roast



The small Cessna touched down on the remote Hawaiian Island of Molokai, kicking up dust and sand as it bounced across the breaking concrete landing strip, high on the western plateau. Raymond Boulder and his bride of almost twenty five years, Debbie, were going to celebrate their silver anniversary in paradise. Stepping out of the plane they were met by a party of two, a pair of large Polynesian brothers who placed leis over their heads in the traditional greeting. Their smiles were warm and welcoming...

Ray and Debbie were seated in a four wheel drive Jeep as supplies from the plane were loaded onto a flat bed truck. The two vehicles set out across the island over a bumpy unpaved road, descending down into the tropical jungle, before arriving at an isolated beach where their anniversary bamboo hut stood. 

Mosquito netting hung over a huge straw bed covered in silk sheets and pillows. There was no electricity, only torches to be lit at night. A thatched outhouse, complete with wet aloe towelettes, provided a small measure of comfort and civilization. The warm wind blowing off the ocean kept the insects away and temperature comfortable. Raymond showed his wife a cooler filled with water and champagne.

"Honey, this is wonderful! A Robinson Crusoe anniversary... We're in the middle of nowhere, I can be as loud as I want, and nobody will even hear my cries of passion!" Debbie excitedly exclaimed.

"I'm counting on it, dear..."

"God, this is so romantic! Thank you for making this so special!" Debbie cooed.

"Nothing but the best for you, dear."

The larger Hawaiian brother spoke in his native language to the couple. Raymond loosely translated the words for his wife, 

"Debbie, I think we have been invited to a special pig roast this evening in his village several miles inland. Seeing that it is our anniversary, you are to be the guest of honor. A Jeep will come back to pick us up at sunset. But first we will eat lunch and take a little nap on the bed this afternoon..." Ray winked to his wife. Debbie smiled a knowing smile.

Freshly picked pineapples were sliced and bananas were peeled. For beverages, the large Hawaiian brought two coconuts, their tops already cut off and straws inserted into them to draw out the sweet water. The tropical sugar overload quickly had Debbie yawning and sleeping under the mosquito netting inside the straw hut.

The big Hawaiian shook hands with Raymond, before driving off in the midday sun. Looking at his wife sleeping, Raymond had a quiet sense of peace that she was so pleased with his anniversary plans. As he stared out into the blue ocean, he was certain that tonight would be a night to remember...

----------------------- 

"Badum Badum Badum ba ba"

Rhythmic drums beat in a small opening of cleared jungle deep in the dense forest. The starless night was lit only by a circle of torches surrounding a six foot pit. A virtual army of large Polynesian men in grass skirts holding fire batons shuffled restlessly on the outskirts.

"Badum Badum Badum ba ba"

Debbie woke up naked, bound vertically with ropes to a six inch board, a red apple shaped ball gag fastened tightly into her mouth. Metal rods fastened to each end of the board suggested that her immobile body could be easily rotated.

"Welcome to the luau, honey! As you can figure out, you are the featured guest. Don Ho will not be attending."

"Badum Badum Badum ba ba"

"And now, dear, I want to thank you for over twenty four and a half years of wedded happiness. You were a wonderful companion, partner and friend. I truly miss the relationship we once shared..." Raymond lamented,

"However, as you well know, all that has recently changed. No matter how much I love you, I simply cannot stomach being married to someone who lies and cheats!"

Debbie's eyes opened wide in surprise at hearing the last words, and then she desperately tried to talk through the apple ball gag and shake her head through the binding ropes.

"So you're going to deny it? I should have expected as much from you..." Raymond questioned. "But I am not quite as clueless as you think..."

Raymond gave a signal and three 4 by 6 feet poster board photos beyond the circle were slowly brought forward into Debbie's vision. Illuminated by fire light, Raymond provided descriptive subtitles for each to his wife.

"Here is a photo of you smiling while sticking out your tongue, waiting for him to cum on it." Raymond stated coldly, pointing to the expression on her face. "And you know it wasn't me because you never once swallowed my cum in our marriage...right?"

"Next, we have you holding your feet behind your ears, waiting for him to stab you." Raymond declared, slowly shaking his head as he glazed upon the openness of his wife in the second poster board.

"Finally, we have this fucking idiot balls deep in your ass, and the look on your face is of pure pleasure." Raymond spit out the words disgustedly, knowing that he had never had the pleasure of anal sex with his wife.

"I have over twenty hours of high definition footage, so you can spare me 'It was a onetime thing' bullshit! Quite frankly, I really can't believe some of the things you did and said... I guess I really never knew you, even after all these years."

"You know, Debbie, if this was just you fucking some anonymous asshole, I would have simply divorced you and moved on. It would have hurt like hell, but people do stupid stuff every day. And you are stupid..."

"But, NO! You just had to give your ass to my weasel faced boss, right where I sleep every night. You swallowed his cum but never mine? What the fuck were you thinking? Do you really hate me that much?" Raymond asked angrily. 

"I don't want to hear any denials! I don't fucking care about your explanations or rationalizations. I don't want to hear that you love me. You betrayed me and my love for you. I gave you everything I had, my heart, my love, and my possessions for a quarter century and still it wasn't enough for you. You had to take my dignity and my self-worth and my self-respect. You took everything I am, and you flushed my love and our marriage down the toilet!"

"You're nothing but a fucking pig and now you'll get what you deserve!"

"Badum Badum Badum ba ba"

Debbie's body was lowered horizontally onto the spit as Raymond grabbed the handle and started slowly spinning her...

"Remember the witches in Salem, Massachusetts, remember Joan of Arc... You are going to be one extra crispy bitch!" 

"Badum Badum Badum ba ba"

Raymond spun her faster and faster, screaming, "You are going to fucking burn!"

The huge islanders in grass skirts lit their baton torches, their brown pot bellies swaying as they danced in a circle around the pit, narrowly missing her flesh. Eventually they came to a stop, looked to the heavens, and slowly lowered the flames toward the dried banana leaves that would instantaneously ignite underneath her. As a dazed and dizzy Debbie screamed silently into the ball gag, Raymond suddenly raised his arms to the sky...

"Stop!" he shouted as a silence overcame the ceremony.

"My good Hawaiian friends, this is a different kind of pig! Not the eating kind..."

The ropes binding Debbie's legs were sliced, and pulled by her ankles, she was spread wide open exposing her pussy and ass. Raymond moved between her legs, put on a pair of rubber gloves and took a glass jar from his pocket. Spreading her pussy lips and ass cheeks, he used his fingers to push a ginger root and habanera pepper paste into her holes, stuffing it deep inside her openings until they overflowed.

It took less than a minute for her body to react. Her anus spasmicly winked, opening like a spring time flower under time lapsed photography, before desperately trying to shut again. Her labia grew puffy and a thousand shades of red.

The men started dancing again in a frenzy, their large brown bellies jiggling, as Debbie roasted in an internal fire, the flames from the twirling batons having a kaleidoscope effect through her tear stained eyes. Their cocks stiffened in anticipation as her pussy swelled and her asshole crinkled. 

Debbie's holes were then plugged shut and her legs were rebound together to the board, keeping her totally immobile as the sensations exploded through her entire body. 

"They are going to leave you cook for a little while, dear, but you will be more than open to receiving lots of tenderizing injections soon enough. I'm willing to bet their hot cum will seem quite cool to you..." 

"You're simply not worth going to jail for murder, slut. I think you'll enjoy it here. These island guys have a lot of experience stuffing pigs like you. In fact, I'm actually doing you a favor for all the good times we shared. Happy Anniversary, Dear! And have a nice life..."

As Raymond Boulder stepped into the Jeep in the darkness, an endless line was forming in the stale humid air of the Hawaiian jungle, his sadness of twenty five lost years an overwhelming chill in the tropical paradise. 



Pig Sex



He smelled of alcohol and smoke. Saying something, his words sounded like animalistic grunts and my ears deciphered not a single syllable. Somewhere between the waking world and dream, I slumbered, wishing for nothing more than the sandman to sprinkle his sleeping sand upon my face. Tired from a long work week, I needed and deserved a good night's rest.

"Roll over," the voice said. I understood his grunt and in a comatose state, acquiesced to the command.

Hands as cold as a February morning grabbed my hips. As if I stepped on an errant nail, my body jolted backward. "Jesus, your hands are freezing!" I said before laying my head back into the indentation of the pillow.

"Sorry."

Those frigid digits tugged on my panties, slipping them off my hips. Still half asleep, I lifted my ass and then my thighs, allowing him to remove my bottoms. I felt the lace dangle on my left ankle for a split second, incorporating the feeling in a dream that began to brew. His cold hands checked my fall, bringing me back. God, his hands were cold. I moaned my disapproval. He lifted my ass and brought it toward his virile cock.

"I'm so horny," he mumbled.

Then he pushed his cock against my ass, searching for the hole. Reacting, I angled my hips so he could enter my pussy, but he fought me. He didn't want my pussy. Thrusting his hips, he attempted to penetrate my back door. The head of his penis only managed to scrape against my asshole. A sharp pain, acting as a bucket of water, woke me, my hopes of a good night sleep suddenly dashed.

"What the hell are you doing John?" I said turning around and sitting up erect.

"Nothing!" he said, reacting to the rejection.

"I was sleeping you know."

"Let's have anal sex tonight," my husband said, thinking only of stroking his libido. His breath reeked of stale beer. I could practically see green fumes emanating from his nostrils and mouth.

"How many have you had?"

"Not too many." He had trouble pronouncing the last word thus weakening his defense. "Come on, honey. Let's try something new."

"No."

"You might enjoy it," John said, each word an arduous chore for him to say.

"You come home drunk, smell like an ash tray, and want to have anal sex. That's romantic." Shaking my head, I cradled up in the fetal position and tried to return to sleep.

"You're such a prude!"

"John, you're drunk."

"I don't understand what's...what's the big deal. It's anal sex. So what," he said with a voice loud enough to be heard by the neighbors.

"I don't want to discuss this right now. I've told you a thousand times, the thought of it disgusts me."

"It's wives like you that get cheated on!" John said, the anger evident in the volume of his voice. Grabbing his pants, he stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door. Downstairs, I could hear John putting in a video to watch, obviously something to help alleviate the hormones which had usurped his reason.

"Finally," I muttered to myself as I squeezed the pillow tight. John was never a good drunk, I thought as I drifted back to sleep, this time hoping not to be interrupted.

Next morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon, one of my guilty pleasures. Cracking open my eyelids, I saw John standing beside the bed, holding a tray like a waiter serving me at a fine dining restaurant.

"Good morning," John said.

"What are you holding?" I asked, rubbing my eyes

"I'm serving you breakfast in bed."

"It's not my birthday for another two months."

"I feel awful about last night. I tried to force you to do something you didn't want to do and then I reacted like a child after I didn't get my way. Worse was what I said when I left in a huff."

Still half residing in an unconscious state, I couldn't remember what John said last night, only recalling how awful he smelled and how cold his hands felt. However, I was not going to let him off the hook. One of a woman's greatest feelings of empowerment was to watch her man groveling, imploring for forgiveness. With a face that could nominate me in the category for best actress in a leading role, I stared at him with regret. "That really hurt."

"I know. I feel awful."

"Do you really believe that?" I said, hoping my vague question would elicit what caused John's guilt.

"No, of course not."

"Of course not, what?"

"I would never cheat on you."

Whoa! I thought. I had been really tired to miss that one. No longer did I have to roleplay an angry wife, for I became one. "So, you would cheat on me just because I wouldn't have anal sex with you?"

"Of course not. You know that. Honey, I'm trying to apologize for being as ass. Here...before your omelette gets cold. I used your favorite vegetables."

"Good god. Just like a man to buy his way out of shame."

John set the food before me. It looked delicious, plus John knew his way around the kitchen. So, I accepted my breakfast surprise and ate, but my level of frustration did not attenuate with each bit as he hoped. Well, maybe a little bit.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"So, you would really cheat on me?"

"I told you, I was drunk and horny."

"Well, a lot of men cheat on their wives when they're drunk and horny. True?"

"Yes, but I am not one of them."

"Sure acted like it last night," I said.

"I was just frustrated and saying stupid things. You know I would NEVER do anything to jeopardize our marriage. I'm crazy about you. Always have been. I just wanted to get a little naughty last night. You know...add a little spice to our sex life. But, I was rude to have woken you up. I just want to forget it even happened."

The omelette was pretty good and I could tell John was contrite. I couldn't stay mad at him for too long. Never could. Sure, alcohol transformed him into an idiot, yet that was an epidemic among all men if you asked me. Besides, he rarely gave into the temptation of the bottle and his assets greatly outnumbered his shortcomings. When I say assets I was talking about his stock portfolio, real-estate investments, and savvy business sense. John accumulated much wealth in his 43 years, actually gracing the cover of Fortune Magazine several years ago, but none more valuable than his wife...me. I didn't mind being his trophy, because both of us made out rather well from our nuptial. I obtained a handsome bank account, lavish furnishings, and a life style fit for royalty and he obtained a former Miss Indiana with a perfect figure, who most men considered out of their league. Just as I loved the comfort of living given to me by John, he worshiped my 26 year old 5'7" 112 pound frame, 34C beautiful berkeleys, flawless almond colored skin, and a pair of eyes as brown as my long, flowing hair. As far as I was concerned not only did we compliment each other well, we deserved each other.

"Who were you out with any way?" I asked, after swallowing a strip of bacon.

"Ran into an old high school friend. Ended up reminiscing about old times."

"I don't remember you ever talking about any one from high school."

"That's because I hated high school," John said, sitting on the end of the bed. "I was considered a bit of a nerd."

"Most of us were nerds in high school. The ones that weren't, peeked too early in life. Take the homecoming queen from my senior year, Nancy Wallace. I bumped into her a year ago and she looked like she swallowed a hippopotamus. The woman reminded me of a dancer from those Richard Simmons videos. Tragic."

"Not everyone is as beautiful as you," John said.

"I've already forgiven you. Thankfully, you are a world class chef." I raised my fork as a signature to my statement.

"I guess I'm going to miss my 25th high school reunion. I didn't even know about it."

"When is it?"

"This weekend."

"Let's go," I said.

"No. I've got work to do. Besides, I really don't want to see any of those people any way. They were all assholes. The experience would only regurgitate horrible memories I've spent years trying to digest."

"You've got to go."

"Why?"

"I'll give you two reasons. One, you're a vastly successful business man and two...me," I said with a flair for the dramatic. "What graduate from your class drives a better car, lives in a nicer house, and has a better looking wife?"

"Probably nobody," John said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What better way to show all those assholes from high school who really made it."

"I don't know."

"You mustn't have gotten picked on too badly then."

"Oh, it was awful. The worse was Trevor Gordon. I still hate that kid. He made my junior and senior year a living hell."

"Here's your opportunity to show Trevor and anyone else from your class who was the best man after all. Honey, wouldn't it be nice to make them envious of you. Imagine them seeing your success but more importantly, me walking beside you."

"Maybe you're right," he said.

"Of course, I'm right. I'm always right," I said, causing my husband to chuckle. Like I said, we complimented each other rather well.

After being cajoled to alter his weekend plans, John arranged to attend his 25th high school reunion. We flew out Saturday morning and rented a Mercedes. My husband spared no expense. Before arriving at the hall, John showed me many of the local sites that had changed quite a bit since he graduated so many years ago. John was disappointed that the old penny candy store no longer stood on the corner of Main and 4th and that the bowling alley where he first kissed Emily Watts was now a warehouse for outdated furniture. Strip malls marred the main street and warring fast food establishments seemed to be the local hangouts in town. As we drove around, I realized that I wasn't even 1 year old when my husband graduated from high school.

With plenty of time to get ready, we checked into our hotel, which also represented the location of tonight's gala. Accustomed to staying in five star hotels, our current accommodations seemed mundane and borderline cheap, but I reminded myself that it was only for one night. First John got ready, wearing an Armani suit he bought in Florence last summer. Although not a particularly handsome man, John cleaned up well and exuded success, which was more tantalizing than any level of comeliness. Then it was my turn. Taking my materials into the bathroom, I went to work. I am a master at highlighting my attributes with cosmetics and I brought out my coloring with the skill of a french impressionist. As if Monet held my brush, I added a veil of beauty to my already beautiful face. Then came the hair. Layering each strand with precision and perfection, I toiled with a brush and dryer for nearly a half hour. To complete the present, I wrapped myself in a chocolate colored one piece dress with spaghetti straps that revealed a naked back. The material naturally harnessed my breasts together, showing off so much cleavage that I could get arrested in most states. Of course, I added a pair of 4 and half inch spikes to show off my shapely legs, possibly my best feature. When I waltzed out of the bathroom, John's eyes widened and his jaw fell to the floor.

"Oh, my God."

"You like?"

"Like is not even in the same latitude. You're stunning."

"Thank you."

John stared at me, his eyes drawn to my face and then my cleavage, before approaching me. Putting his arms around me, his hands falling on my ass, he motioned to kiss me. Turning my head, I checked his progress.

"You'll mess up my lipstick. Later tonight, I promise," I said.

"I don't think the gods of Olympus could prevent me from mauling you tonight." I smiled. Then John wore a bewildering expression as his hand rested against my ass. Then he asked, "Are you wearing any underwear?"

"A woman should never wear panties when wearing a form fitted dress," I said. I felt an erection growing in John's pants. "We better get going."

"You sure? We could stay here and....and...you know."

"You have a reunion to attend. Shall we?"

"All right," John said.

Much to his chagrin, John escorted me to the elevator. Then we walked to the banquet hall, where scores of couples were gathered. Most of the men were bald and most of the women looked as if they had swallowed hippos just like Nancy Wallace. A woman, who definitely needed pointers on how to apply her Avon, sat at a table and greeted the two of us.

"Hello. I'm sorry, I don't recognize either of you," she said, trying to place John's face.

"I'm John. John Pelter."

"Snickers! Boy have you changed. I'm Debra Bately, but now I'm really Debra Burrows. Didn't have to change my initials though," she said with the verve of a school girl.

"Good to see you. This is my wife, Jamie."

"Hello Jamie. Gosh, you're beautiful. Nice dress," Debra said. I thanked her and then Debra instructed John to wear a name tag, that included his senior picture. After John signed a book and filled out a questionnaire for some activity to be shared later in the evening, we were freed from the host. "Well, snickers! John Pelter. Never would have guessed. Have a good time!"

When we stepped foot into the main hall, I noticed every single man's eyes redirected towards me. Enjoying the attention, I held John's arm, proud to be his symbol of success. Some men casually darted an eye my way but more stared ostentatiously at my breasts or ass as if these men were attending a bachelor party and I was the paid entertainment. Receiving just as many stares from women, who looked at me with an envious and evil eye, I stole the attention of practically every human being in that place. Victory, I thought with a glorious smile.

John escorted me to the bar, where he bought me a glass of wine. It was a cheap brand but John slapped down a fifty and told the bartender to keep the change. One of John's old classmates accosted him from behind and he exchanged some small talk, the focus of the succinct conversation centering on me. Escaping the meaningless volley of words, I led John to the middle table, where every prowling eye could lust after me and realize that my husband had made something of himself. Many people, all men, walked up to John to say hello. Yet, the intention of these overweight, receding hairline imbeciles was all the same...they wanted a closer look at me. Envy was written on all of their faces.

John leaned toward me, his hand draped over my shoulder, and whispered into my ear, "You were right. This is so much fun watching every man stare at you. They must think I'm a rock star."

Then John's smile turned when he heard a familiar voice. "If it's not old dominoes." I looked up and saw a lean, tall man with big hands.

"Hello, Trevor."

"What's your mail order bride's name?" he said with a laugh.

"I didn't have to buy her and her name's Jamie."

"Didn't have to buy her? I guess it was your charm that won the heart of this beautiful lady."

"Is this the asshole you were talking about?" I said.

My husband chuckled and Trevor was shocked from my response, but to his credit he took the parry and returned a barb of his own. "John, I see you got someone to stick up for you. That's good. Do you do her laundry for her in return?" he said jokingly. "Why don't you two sit over with the gang, we can drown the past over a few beers."

"I don't know. That's all right," John said hesitantly. I had never seen my husband so flustered and dare I say it...afraid.

"Come on, honey. It's the reason we came," I quietly said for only his ear to hear. With great reluctance, he nodded his head.

"She make the decisions in the bedroom too?" Trevor said with a guffaw and a slap on John's back.

We followed Trevor to a table located in the corner of the hall. Feeling as if he was leading us to the back of the classroom where all of the rotten students loitered, I sat amongst what I considered a bunch of low lives and white trash. My husband and I made eight at the table. Besides myself, there was only one other woman, a skinny bleach blonde whose brunette roots were already beginning to show. Trevor introduced us to everyone there and I immediately noticed he was without a wife. I prepared to pounce since my husband wasn't.

"Where's your woman? Or are you gay?"

"I'm looking at my woman," he said to me with a wink. "Actually, I got divorced years ago. Marriage was too much of a restriction for me. Plus, she was a bitch." The whole table laughed. Trevor had a charisma about him. I'd give him that. "Sit down," Trevor said, making sure he took a seat next to me. "So, where did you two meet? On-line?" That evoked more laughter from the table. I could tell John was out of his element and nervous.

"At a beauty pageant."

"No shit?"

"No shit," I said without hesitation. "John's a famous chef and was hired to prepare these wonderful dishes for all the Miss USA contestants. Models are funny about their food. So, the organization had to make sure they had a world class chef on hand." 

"So, he made you a hamburger and it was love at first bite?" Trevor asked.

"Actually it was smoked salmon and a vegetable medley," John said. The table stared at him, thinking that the kid they teased many years ago had not changed. At least to them. The night proceeded to be much of the same. I made every attempt to make John appear successful and dashing. However, he sunk in the presence of his former foes, wishing he had never listened to me. We ate and John hated the food, making matters worse. The table teased him about his peculiarity, leading John to consume too much beer. Soon, my backing of my husband came to a halt and I too felt as if maybe coming was a mistake. Excusing myself, I retreated to the bathroom.

After freshening up, I left the restroom and bumped into Trevor before returning to the banquet hall, where a band was beginning to play music. Songs from an era long gone emanated out of the room and filtered into the lobby. He stopped me. "Mrs. Pelter, I think you owe me a dance."

"I don't owe you anything," I said.

"Are you always a bitch or are you trying to be one for your husband?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're going to dance with me," Trevor said.

I walked past him and returned to my table but John was not there. I looked around the hall but could not spot my husband. Now that the band played, the lighting had been dimmed, making if more difficult to find him. Sitting by myself for several songs, I waited for John to return to where ever he had gone. Instead of my husband, Trevor came and sat next to me. "Where's your husband?"

"I don't know. Do you know where he is?"

"Maybe he went back to his room. It didn't exactly look like he was enjoying himself."

"You're probably right."

"I know I razzed John when we were kids, but don't let that prevent you from dancing with me just once before you leave."

"So, you can tell your friends you danced with John's wife," I said sarcastically.

"No, so I can tell my friends that I danced with most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

I looked at him, surprised to receive a compliment from the man I had been verbally battling all evening.

"Don't get a big head about it though. You're still a bitch," he said.

"And, you're an asshole," I said.

"Then we deserve each other for the night. Just one dance. Then you can go back and tell John that you left his arch rival with a hard-on in his pants. I mean that's the reason why you dressed the way you did, isn't it? So, I'd get to look but not touch?"

"You are the most incorrigible man I've met in a long time."

"Is that a compliment?"

I giggled and then stopped because I didn't want Trevor to think that my impression of him was changing. When Trevor stood up and offered me his hand, I found myself accepting it against my better judgment. He led me to the center of the dance floor, where he put his hands around me and pulled me toward him so our bodies were pressed against each other. My boobs nearly popped out of my dress he squeezed me so tight. The band played a ballad and I admit Trevor knew how to dance, waltzing me along the floor with dextrous feet and instinctive rhythm. Soon, I forgot who I was dancing with and just followed my partner. Then when the song concluded, he offered to dance one more. I nodded my head, not recalling the last time I had such an adept partner.




Pig Sex



"You're a good dancer," I said after Trevor spun me and brought me into the cradle of his chest.

"The girls in this room know me for two things. The first being my dancing. I won the school's dance competition three straight years."

"What's the other...being the biggest asshole?"

"No, being the best fuck."

"Every man thinks that," I said as Trevor continued to hold me tight.

"When's the last time you had pig sex?"

"What?" I said.

"You've never had pig sex?" Trevor asked.

"John is a wonderful lover."

"But, he's never given you pig sex though, has he?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

"I'm talking about sex that's dirty and rough and no holds bar. The only thing that matters is fucking each other hard and fast. You grunt and yell and when you're done, after a dozen orgasms, your body is drenched in sweat."

"Of course I've had pig sex," I said.

"No you haven't. I can tell."

"How can you tell?"

"Because you don't say it with as much conviction as when you call me an asshole."

We danced two more songs and then it was Trevor who suggested we see if John was at the bar. "Maybe, he's drinking with some old buddies," he said. Yet, my husband continued to go missing in action. While at the bar, Trevor ordered me a strong drink against my will. "Just share one with me. I'd like you to remember this night as the night that Trevor Gordon turned out to be not as bad as you thought he was going to be."

"You're worse than advertised," I said. He laughed and clinked his glass against mine. Much to my surprise, but enjoyment, I drank up, splashing the alcohol against me throat. The liquid slid down my esophagus and warmed my stomach.

Trevor leaned close to me and asked, "There's something that's been bothering me all night. May I answer a question for myself?"

"Sure."

"Trust me. I just want to check something out." Trevor then put his hand on my thigh and started tracing it up my leg. Almost immediately I pushed it away.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Trust me, Jamie. I'm not going to do anything. I just want to see something for myself." Then he put his hand back on my thigh.

"Trevor, don't."

"I was doing worse on the dance floor. Come on, don't be a prude." Hearing the same word that my husband called me, made me want to prove to myself that I did not wear the prude label. Then Trevor pushed his hand up my leg. His fingers felt rougher than my husband's. "Your legs are smooth."

"I shaved them today." He pushed them up higher and higher and I became wary of his intention. "Be careful."

"I'm never careful," Trevor said with a wicked wink. Then he actually touched my pussy, holding it the for a full second.

"I'm not wearing any panties if that's what you were wondering. You can take back your hand now."

"That's not what I was curious about," Trevor said as he slid his index finger across my clit. As if he touched a magic button I cooed. Then I pushed Trevor's hand away, realizing that I was letting another man touch me. "I was right," he said with a smirk.

"About what?" I said.

"You're wet."

"Yeah, I must have been thinking about John."

"Yeah right!" Trevor said as a guffaw escaped.

"I should go back to my room."

"Let me walk you back," he said.

"I know where it's at."

"I want to apologize to your husband for all the mean stuff I did to him years ago."

"Get out of here, Trevor. You're not getting any where with me tonight."

As I left the banquet hall I could not prevent Trevor from following me. Persistent, he walked beside me like the Sam I am character from "Green Eggs and Ham," not taking no for an answer. When the elevator opened, he jumped in with me.

"Trevor, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find out why you're so wet."

"Because I have to pee."

Trevor reached toward the control panel and pulled the emergency stop. Then he turned and backed me into the corner.

"Trevor, I don't-"

Before I could complete my sentence, he grabbed my hair and kissed me. Unlike my husband's kisses, Trevor firmly compressed his lips against mine. Never had a man forced himself upon me in such an animalistic manner. Not worrying about being neat or clean, Trevor's tongue explored my mouth. At times he seemed to be licking me like a dog. With one hand holding a fistful of hair, arching my head down so he could kiss me more assertively, Trevor's other hand pulled up my dress. He shoved a finger into my pussy, sinking it to the webbing of his knuckles. Then he began to pump his finger in and out of me like a piston. I could hear the squishy noises of my pussy juices. I never remembered being that wet. In and out he fucked me with his finger. Trevor lowered his head and tore a strap off my shoulder. The material fell, allowing my breasts to fall out. Trevor wasted no time and began eating my nipples like a malnourished man. He squeezed the nipples with his lips and bit down upon them with force. My body jerked from the pain but it nearly invoked an orgasm. Thrusting his fingers in and out of me and sucking my nipples, I felt a wave of pleasure about to cascade. My breathing quickened and my muscles tightened. Then he stopped.

As if Trevor turned off a faucet, he pulled his finger out of my body and stepped away from me. Pushing the emergency button, the elevator jerked and resumed its ascent. Leaning against the corner of the elevator as it rose, I panted with a bewildered look on my face. It felt like a hoodlum raped me in a whirlwind and left me on the side of the road. Except, my body craved more. Panting, I was not thinking of anything but desiring to be pleased by this man. An urge overtook me, one that I neglected to question or control. Reaching out, I motioned to kiss Trevor but he physically pushed me away.

"Get away bitch. You've been playing games all night."

"Is this how you treat all women?" Suddenly the bell dinged and the doors slid open. Straightening out my dress, making myself look more presentable, I exited the elevator, feeling equal measures of disgust and lust for Trevor, who followed me. "You can leave now," I said.

"You're on my floor."

Not realizing that Trevor had pushed the number to his floor, I felt a shade bit foolish. Of course, how would he know on which floor John and I stayed?

"You can come back to my room if you'd like?" he asked.

"And get treated like shit? No thanks."

"No, and have pig sex."

He walked forward, slid his key along the magnetic groove, and pushed the door open when the green light blinked. Turning he asked me, "Do you want to go back to John right now?"

Hesitating, I thought about the question. I knew that leaving and returning to John was absolutely the right and moral thing to do. However, my body did not thirst for ethics, she thirsted for sex. Never had my libido cast such a powerful spell. I could still taste Trevor's spit on my mouth and feel his hand pulling my hair. My nipples still tingled from his teeth and I could feel my juices drip from my pussy, moistening my inner thighs. Like an addict seeing a drug in front of her knowing that taking it was unwise and unhealthy but unable to fight off the urge, I answered by following Trevor into his room.

Trevor led me to the bed. "So, Jamie, why did you come in?"

"You know."

"Say it Jamie. Tell old Trevor why you came to his room."

"To have pig sex."

"Take off my clothes," he said. I did as he asked. I slid off his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. He grabbed my hand, his grip as strong as a vice. "That's not how you do it." Trevor wore an intense countenance. "This is how it's done." Then Trevor grabbed a hold of my dress at the center and with one powerful rip, tore the material. Using both hands he shredded the chocolate gown off my body. Pushing me to the bed, he bent me over and wrestled me until my body lay in a humiliating position. Then with tremendous force he slapped my ass.

SMACK!

His hand stung. I let out a whimper and he slapped it again, using his entire strength. The smite echoed off the walls.

"Understand?" he said.

"Yes, I understand."

SMACK!

He hit me once more and said I better understand. My ass burned as I stood up and faced Trevor. With all my strength, I pulled on his shirt. Buttons tore from their stitches and fell to the floor. Then I tugged on his pants and pushed the material down his legs. Before I could react, Trevor grabbed my hair and jammed his cock into my mouth. Trevor's cock was as long as my husband's but much fatter. The head pushed against the back of my throat and I hungrily ate.

"You like the taste of my cock?"

I couldn't answer. Trevor held my head as he fucked my mouth. His balls swatted underneath my chin with every quickened thrust. I gagged and began to cough but Trevor continued to thrust his shaft in and out of my mouth.

"I asked whether you liked the taste of my cock?"

Then he pulled his cock out, strands of saliva forming a trail from my throat to his cock. Gathering my breath, I answered. "I love it."

"Better than John's cock?"

"God yes. Much better."

"Open up, bitch."

I opened my mouth.

"Wider."

I stretched my mouth until my jaws ached. "That's it Jamie. That's a good bitch," Trevor said as he shoved his fat cock back into my mouth. I moaned as he worked his dick down my throat. Pushing it down even farther, I once again gagged. Holding my head still, Trevor doubled his pressure and held my nostrils shut. I could not breath as Trevor forced the entire length of his cock down my throat. Shaking his hips, Trevor fucked my esophagus, feeling the tight grip around his penis. Before I could pass out, Trevor pulled out his cock. Saliva fell from his shaft and landed on my tits. 

"Ever deep throat John like you just did me?"

"Never."

"You want more?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Lay on the bed."

I did as he commanded.

"Spread your legs."

I did as he commanded.

"Who do you want to fuck you?"

"You?"

"Say it! Whose dick do you want inside of you?"

"Trevor's."

"Say it louder bitch!" he said slapping my ass.

"I want Trevor's cock inside my wet pussy!"

"Whose cock?" he said as he smacked my ass harder than any other time. My skin tingled with pain.

"Trevor Gordon's!!!"

"That's better," he said as he got on top of me and in one thrust sank his cock into my pussy, balls deep. What followed was a blur. Trevor fucked me with such power and reckless abandonment that I thought a wild beast was trying to kill me. His cock plunged in and out of my pussy with such force and frequency that I came within seconds and then found myself having another climax shortly thereafter. Trevor grunted like a bear in heat as he buried his dick deep inside. I heard my juices slurping as if Trevor was fucking a tube of oily jello. He pounded his dick into me, our bodies slapping against each other like a stick slapping a drum. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Oh, Trevor!" I shouted over and over as he continued to fuck me.

Then he got off me and shoved his dick down my throat. I sucked on his cock only for him to pull it out, twist me in a different position and resume fucking me. Wrapping his hands around my throat, he used my neck as leverage so he could beat his fat rod deeper into my vagina. I came again.

"TREVOR!!!!!!"

My entire body trembled and quaked. Taking his dick out, he smacked it against my face. Smack! Smack! Smack! His cock was so hard and virile it felt like he was pistol whipping my nose and cheeks.

"Ever been fucked in the ass?"

"No."

"So, you're anal virgin?"

"Yes."

"John, ever try?"

"Yes."

"Turn over."

I obeyed.

"Get on all fours."

I did as he asked.

"Arch you back and spread your ass cheeks wide."

I followed Trevor's command. Then I felt his dick against my asshole. My breathing quickened.

"Where do you want my dick, Jamie?"

"I want it in my ass."

"Louder!" he said smacking my ass, probably leaving another hand print.

"I want your dick in my ass!!!"

Trevor pushed against my asshole and it felt like he jabbed my spine with a hot poker. I collapsed on the mattress in pain.

"Get back up here!"

"It hurts," I said.

Trevor picked me up and forced me back into position. "Relax! It'll hurt if you don't relax!" he said yelling at me. His dick was so fat it felt as if he was tearing my asshole apart. Trevor pushed the head into my ass and it burned. Biting my lower lip, I felt sweat seeping out of my pores as Trevor slowly worked the head of his dick into my ass. With a softer, gentler voice, Trevor said, "Just relax and let me get a little deeper every time. Your ass will adjust. Give it time."

"It hurts."

"Arch your back a little more."

"Okay."

"There. Now push your butt against my cock," he said like a teacher tutoring a pupil.

I did as he asked and I felt the head dig deeper into my anus, a inch or two of the shaft following behind. With persistent patience I moved my ass back and forth until the pain subsided. The sensation was both awkward and exhausting yet pleasurable. Grabbing my hips, Trevor started to pump his dick deeper into my ass.

"Oh, Trevor! That was deep."

"Ready Jamie?"

"I think so."

Then Trevor grunted and pushed his dick into me, the shaft disappearing into my ass. The feeling can never be duplicated. You're only an anal virgin once. Trevor took that from me and as he filled my anus with his cock, I climaxed, a haunting tremor of ecstasy reverberating throughout my entire body. As I came I screamed and cried. Real tears fell from my eyes as the pain and realization that I was experiencing something special and intimate became utterly apparent to me. As I cried, my body shook.

"Oh, Trevor! Fuck me in the ass! Please fuck me in the ass!"

Then Trevor did as I begged. He fucked my ass the way he fucked my cunt. Hard and with passion. His balls bounced off my clit as his dick thumped into my back door. It hurt and the harder he fucked me the more pain he brought me. Then Trevor's maddened pace reached a heightened frenzy and he slammed his dick into my ass even harder and deeper than before. He yelled and said he was about to cum. Trevor pulled out, his cock ready to burst. Instinctually, I turned around and began sucking on the head of his cock. An explosion of cum shot into my mouth. Another followed and then another. Another first was experienced by me. Never had I swallowed another man's cum. Trevor's was the first. I tasted my ass and pussy juices as I lapped up the mess.

"That's it cunt! Clean up my dick!"

I licked his shaft, cleaning the mixture of fluids spread along his cock. When done, he collapsed next to me. We kissed for what seemed to be an hour, making out like junior high kids. Trevor's penis returned to a hardened state and he fucked me in the ass again. This time slow. We tried different positions and my favorite was me on top, riding his dick while it was lodged in my ass. We looked into each others eyes as we fucked, enjoying our rhythm and motion. Our bodies meshed well as if we were dancing in the bedroom instead of on the banquet hall floor. "This is the best goddamn sex I've ever had," I repeated over and over. When he came a second time, I swallowed every drop again. As we lay next to each other, I looked at Trevor.

"Jesus, you're the best fuck I've had in my entire life."

"You were okay," he said.

"You're an asshole."

"And, you're a cheating whore."

"This will be our little secret, okay," I said, suddenly worried about John knowing what happened.

"I won't say a word about it," Trevor replied.

"Promise?"

"Only if you get me a drink of water."

"Consider it done," I said. Sliding off the bed, I felt my legs nearly go limp. God, he fucked the shit out of me, I thought. I could barely walk. Opening up the bathroom door, I let out a scream. I could hear Trevor laughing in the other room. My husband John sat on the toilet, his hands and feet bound by duct tape, a strip of it over his mouth. He heard everything. I saw more than just hate in John's eyes. I saw disappointment. While gagged and bound he had been forced to hear his wife cheat on him with his arch rival. I fell to my knees, shame inundating me with all its force.



Pig



I was hoping he wouldn't shoot his load until I got her off. Now, every time I pumped my fingers into her cunt, I slid them over her clit, too, and her body was tense and shivery and I was pretty sure she was about to cum. I was riding her ass good, humping her like a goddamn pit bull on a bitch in heat, fucking that juicy snatch of hers with my fingers, rubbing that hard little bump, making her whimper and writhe around my fingers and my throbbing pole. Finally I gave her ass a few, deep, stabbing thrusts and stuffed my fingers into her twat and heard her try to choke back a moan as her cunt spasmed and twitched around my fingers. 

I don't know if her jaw was starting to cramp and she wanted to get the blowjob over with, or if she's just a nasty little slut, but even as she groaned and wiggled through her orgasm the girl was sucking the dick in her mouth for all she was worth, ramming the thick shaft deep into her mouth, slurping and sucking on the fat head. Not long after she'd finished groaning out her climax the kid started grunting and huffing. I told her I wanted to see him shoot, and I slowed my ass-reaming down a little so she could concentrate, licking and sucking the head while she worked the shaft and his balls with her hand. Soon the first gooey spurt shot out of the tip of his dick, globbing her tongue and her bottom lip. I slammed into her ass, good and hard, and started fucking her in a real frenzy, humping her fast and deep as her brother's cock spasmed and squirted spurt after spurt of gooey junk on her lips and tongue, and when I told her to she licked her lips, wiping up his spunk with her tongue and swallowing it and my nuts went tight and my fucking cock spasmed in the tight grip of that girl's sweet little ass and shot my load as I stroked in and out of that clenching ring, nice and slow a few last times, wringing every last drop of spunk from my throbbing cock before I pulled out of her ass.

I was scared, letting them go after that. Funny how you can rationalize a thing before you do it, to make the fear go away. But then, after it's done, when you're not a hot, horny mass of want anymore, but tired and sated, you get scared.

Would they go to the cops? Would they lie and say I'd raped her?

But I went ahead and let them go. If they did get any nutty ideas, it'd be my word against theirs. And, I mean, they were in my house. And she never said no to anything but that phone call.

And even if they did decide to make up some cock and bull story, who are the police gonna believe—a couple thieving punk kids, or one of their own?



Pigalle



I always enjoy my summer holidays. I find that I feel sexier and more interested in sex. It must be the exotic locations and the warm Mediterranean breeze that does it to me. My boyfriend and I can never leave on another alone when we are abroad. We just cannot get enough of one another, morning and evening and mid way through the day if the location permits. We have done it on mountain sides, secluded coves and on the beach after dark. I suppose it has something to with being away from the stress of everyday life or it could be that not being in your own country you can almost guarantee you don't know anyone and you behaviour can be a little more outrageous without fear of being caught, and if you are caught well you will be going home the following week.

My favourite holiday sex memory comes from a long weekend we spent in Paris. We were staying in a small family run hotel in Pigalle, Paris's famed red light district. I loved the evening we spend in Pigalle, all the sights, sounds and smells. The main street is lined with strip joints, sex shops and porno cinemas. All the side streets were lined with hookers dressed as hookers should be. Some of them were really attractive and I caught my boyfriend having a good look at a few of them. I found the whole area really sleazy but incredibly sexy. 

We sat in a window set of one of the street bars and watched the world go by. It seemed that the whole area had its mind on sex. The long fishnet legged hookers who clip-clopped up and down the street in their high heels. The couples leaving the sex shops with carrier bags full of goodies or the single men sloping of into the seedy cinemas. Even the couples in the bars seemed to pay more attention to one another. Kissing briefly but passionately in public. Savouring the time until they are back in their apartments or hotel rooms.

After several drinks we made our way back to our hotel. A cheap and cheerful establishment in the back streets of Pigalle, just off the main street. The front of the hotel was on a small side street and our hotel at the back of the hotel overlooked the tiniest of road, just large enough for a car to travel down it. Our windows and the apartment block across the road were only about twenty metres away. The evening was hot and sweaty and so we both had a shower in turn. Even the cold water could not cool me down I was feeling so horny. My fingers lingered over my body as I washed in the shower. After drying myself I joined my boyfriend at the window who was looking out down the road to the lights and sounds of the main street just visible behind other buildings. 

We sipped a glass of wine each leaning over the decorative balcony enjoying the warm Parisian air. I put my glass of wine down on the dresser and turned and kissed my boyfriend. His handy gripped me to him. Slipping under the towel material at the small of my back. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my stomach I was please to see he was as horny as I was. I squeezed my hand between us and gripped around his shaft, thick and hard. He pulled me close and I slowly slid his cock in and out of my hand. He kissed my neck and I leaned over his shoulder still sliding my hand. That was when I noticed we were being watched. In the balcony of the apartment directly across the street a woman was leaning on the banister looking directly at us. She was partly illuminated by the glow from her apartment and she leaned forwards smoking a cigarette watching us intently.

-Stop Simon – I whispered to my boyfriend – we are being watched-

-So…- He replied- She can always draw her curtains-

-But she's watching us- I said

-I know she has been watching me since I had my shower perhaps she's into watching couple- he joked

-Perhaps her videos broke and she has to watch hotel guests instead of dirty movies- he continued

-Don't joke – I replied

-Why?… I have always said you'd make a good porn star. What harm can it do?- He said sliding a hand across my bottom.

I must say the idea appealed to me I'd always fantasised about having a voyeur.

-I can't …-I protested as I watched her watching us.

-Why?- She doesn't know us, we don't know her. We'll be gone in a few days?- 

I looked across the street at her and smiled she smiled back. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties. Probably a professional woman. She was dressed in a short-skirted suit but had discarded the jacket. Her long black hair swept down wavy on her shoulders.

_I don't know what to do?- I protested. Wanting so much to perform infront of her just not knowing what to do.

-Finish your drink and kneel down in front of me- he whispered.

I broke our embrace, swallowed the remnants of the wine in one mouthful and dropped to my knees. My face was just above the banister and level with my boyfriend crotch. My boyfriend casually drew away his towel and his cock stood up hard right in front of my face. I couldn't believe how nonchalant he was being. I was feeling terrified. I'd sucked Simon's cock a thousand times. In fact I loved sucking his cock. I loved the power I had over him when I had him in my mouth. In fact I would even consider that I was a pretty damn good cock sucker. However I was terrified.

-Suck my cock- Simon whispered.

-Suck me slowly, exaggerate your actions, remember you are a Porn star give her something to watch-

His word encouraged me and made me feel so horny. I love the dirty things he said. He'd only have to call me a cock sucker and I'd be his.

I leaned forward and sucked the rock hard end of his cock into my mouth. He groaned so loudly that I am sure she must have heard from across the street. With my thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock I sucked him deep into my mouth. My boyfriend had a lovely cock. It wasn't massive which made it so much easier to suck. I drew in as much as I could swallow and slid it out again. Once I was started I was away and I proceeded to give him the kind of blow job I know he adores. I alternated between licking him all over and sucking him deep into my mouth. I looked at our guest as I liked him teasing with my tongue. I was getting so into it I could feel saliva dribbling down my tongue. Simon pulled me off his cock with his hands.

-You have got to stop. I am bout to cum. I want her to watch us fuck- He explained through his pants.

He took my hand and drew me up to him. I looked at our voyeur as I wiped the saliva from my face. Simon pulled at the towel and slid it from around my body. I stood naked in the Parisian air. My nipples felt the hardest they have ever felt from the sheer excitement. H pushed me against the window frame to steady me and knelt in front of me. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue squirm between my lips and find my clitoris. It was rather difficult to perform at this angle. But I held steady as he licked and sucked me. Simon was good at going down. Over the years we'd been together I'd taught him all the things I loved. He lapped at my clitoris firmly and wiggled his tongue inside my cunt. Ramming deeper like a tiny squirming cock. He took a finger and wet it in my juices from his tongue. He drew it between my lips and down to my arse. 

With the extra lubrication he slid it into my tight hole. Sometimes I just love having a finger up may arse as extra stimulation. I enjoy Simon wriggling a finger in my arse as we fuck as long as he is gentle. I have tried his cock but it hurt. His finger was far better. I felt completely dirty being watched as I was getting a fantastic tonguing. I didn't know if she knew I had a finger in my arse as well – but it made me feel filthy anyway. I felt a real part of the dirty Paris of Pigalle. No different to the whores on the corners sucking cock for money, or the strippers and dancers exposing their shaved little cunts to hoards of horny men, or the porn stars who performed all depraved acts on celluloid to be shown in the cinemas. I felt filthy and loved it. His finger felt deep and alien inside me and probed as he brought me to an orgasm on his tongue. I could feel it wriggling inside me deep up to the second knuckle. When I caught my breath I looked across at the woman and saw she was enjoying our show. One of her hands was shoved under her skirt and her face looked flushed.

-Fuck me – I pleaded to Simon

Without being asked a second time he bent me over the banister and held my cheeks apart. I felt the end of his cock bump against my pussy lips and slide deep inside me. I squealed and slammed back onto him. We set about fucking like animals. I am sure I have never fucked so hard ever. Our porn star act had gone as we were over come with passion. Simon turned us sideways and he banged against my bottom so she could get the best view of his cock penetrating me. I watched her hand jerking about in her knickers. The whole scene had me coming in no time. Once I had come Simon pulled out of me.

-I want to come over you, I want her to see me cum on you, like a proper porn star- He panted.

The evening was making him as filthy as I felt.

Normally I would have said no and made him continue to fuck me some more. But tonight I was enjoying not being me. I was enjoying being a porn star. I licked the end of his cock one more time and settled back down to my knees for the final scene. I'd let him come over me before. Usually across my stomach or my breasts if he could shoot that far, but this time he was aiming for my face. I felt so horny I did not care. My fingers found their way down to my pussy and I rubber myself waiting. We masturbated together inches from each other. His hand banging up and down his cock in front of my face. With a grunt he shot his spunk at me. The creamy white liquid pump at me hitting my face and my breasts. I see why Porno's had facial endings as they are more visual that getting a load in your pussy. My fingers stabbed at myself and I came a second time as the spunk slid down my face. I felt degraded by as horny as a devil. I looked at the woman and smiled before collapsing exhausted on the bed. The porn starts had gone and our normal selves had returned. We laughed nervously at how filthy we had been.

-You dirty little bitch- He joked

You can talk PORN STAR – I replied.

After a bit of horny talking about what had just happened I need some more. I persuaded Simon to see if our voyeur was still there but the curtains were drawn and the lights were on. I slid down his body and wrapped my lips around his soft cock. He tasted salty and sticky from his last ejaculation. I set about reviving him enough to fuck me again.



Piggy To Share



I haven't written anything in awhile, and have gotten many emails requesting I write another story, If you have read my past stories, you would notice that, sexually, I enjoy being used like a piece of fuck meat. Just a whore with holes for men to use. This story will be about yet another way I would love to be used. Hope you enjoy.




Being used by two men seems to be filling every free moment of my mind, and I can feel my cunt throb, and juices beginning to flow. A fantasy I like to imagine while I rub my swollen clit, is meeting two older men in a bar, looks don't matter., We begin drinking and talking, and then all decide to go back to one of their places for a nightcap. We sit around drinking and talking some more, but this time the conversation turned towards sex. Being drunk, and a little stoned on weed, I readily answered their questions. When they found out how I like to be a whore for men, and treated like fuck meat their hands were all over me. I don't stop them. I let them squeeze my tits, and pinch my nipples through my shirt. I gladly spread my legs for them while they rubbed my cunt through my jeans, Even though I was wearing jeans, it was obvious I was soaking wet. That of course turns them on more and they begin calling me names and telling me how they are going to use all my holes for their pleasure. 

"Oh yes, mmmmmm that's what I like to hear," I say.

"Blindfolded," one of them say.

That caught me off guard and I began to get a little nervous, but the feeling of their hands on my body made me not protest when one of them slipped the blindfold over my eyes. They stood me up and began to strip me as they called me names, and even got a little rough, which turned me on even more. I felt like such a whore standing there blindfolded and completely naked for these two perverts. I felt their hands on me again, and the mouth sucking on each of my tits, and fingers sliding into my wet hole.

"This bitch is soaking wet!" one of them exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, she's going to make a nice fuck pig for us!" the other one said.

"Get on your knees pig," one said as he forced me to my knees.

I felt a cock rubbing along my face, so I of course opened up my mouth letting him know I was a willing fuck pig for them. He slid his cock into my mouth, as his friend fingered my cunt making me moan on the cock in my mouth. I couldn't believe how turned on I was being used by these two total strangers. When the guy fingering my cunt got bored with that he grabbed me by my hair and threw me down on the bed yelling, "Get on your back and spread those fat pig whore legs bitch!". 

"Yes Sir," I said nervously as I did as I was told.

"That's it bitch, spread that cunt wide whore!" one of them demanded.

I reached down, and spread my cunt lips for the two perverts, showing them how wet my cunt was.

"Looks like the whore needs some cock filling that cunt!" one of the perverts said.

"Yes please fuck me!" I scream.

"You got it whore!" one of them said as he climbed up onto the bed and pulled my blindfold off saying he wants to see the pig as he uses her cunt. I looked right into his eyes as he held my legs back and slid his rock hard cock deep inside my cunt. The feeling was amazing, and my cunt was dripping wet for cock.

"That's it pig, take my fucking cock you whore!" he yelled as his friend climbed up on the bed and straddled my face, and forced his cock down my throat. I couldn't see the guy fucking my cunt, but I could feel his cock sliding in and out of my dripping wet fuck hole while his friend fucked my mouth. "That's it, blow me pig!" he demanded as he forced his cock down my throat. They pushed me over the edge, and I couldn't hold it any longer. My cunt juice began to flow all over his cock.

"What a fucking whore Jim, she came all over my cock!" one of them said. I also realized that was the first time I had actually knew either of their names.

"The whore is a great cock sucker too Dave" Jim said.

"Let me get some of the pig's mouth, take a turn at her cunt" Dave said.

"Get on all fours like the pig you are!" Jim commanded.

"Yes Sir" I said as I obeyed.

Jim got under me and i slid down onto his cock. I was in ecstasy at the feeling of his hard cock stretching my cunt.

"Oh yes!" I scream, as I began riding him like the dirty fuck pig I was. Knowing that I only served one purpose to these men, made it that much hotter!

As I rode Jim's cock, Dave stood up on the bed and rammed his cock into my mouth. They called me names and talked about what a pig I was while they used me. I was in heaven, and I never wanted it to end. I felt like such a filthy whore, and my cunt was dripping wet. 

After using me like that for about fifteen minutes, Dave came up behind me and roughly pushed me down on Jim's chest, and slid his hard cock deep in my ass making me scream into Jim's chest. They both laughed at my reaction and only fucked me harder. Honestly though, I loved the feeling of two cock buried inside my holes, and I knew then that I really was just a fuck pig for men. 

"Oh yeah this bitch is going to be great entertainment for our buddies huh Jim?" Dave asked laughing.

"Fuck yeah!, the guys will love using this pig!" Jim answered.

"Are you ready for our loads pig?" Dave asked.

"Yes please! I want to be your cum dump!" I begged.

With that I felt them both shoot their hot cum loads inside me at the same time, which only made me cum all over Jim's cock. 

When every last drop of their cum was inside me they pulled their now soft cocks out of me and pushed me off the bed. 

"Go sit over in that chair until we are ready to use you some more pig" Dave said.

"Yes Sir" I said obeying his orders. 

They laid in the bed, flipping through the channels on the television. They stopped on a channel showing a porn movie. There was a woman in the movie fucking herself with a vibrator while two men watched and stroked their cocks. 

"Play with your cunt pig" Jim ordered.

"Yes Sir" I said as I began rubbing my clit for the two nasty filthy perverted men in front of me. 

"That's it piggy, get that cunt nice and wet for us" Dave said.

"Yes Sir" I moaned.

I sat back in the chair, closed my eyes and performed for them. I didn't notice Dave get up and get his cell phone. I heard the snap of the camera on his phone and opened my eyes to him taking pictures of me performing. I didn't try to to stop him. Instead I again closed my eyes, and put my head back and continued rubbing my clit for them. That fact that I didn't protest only made them want to use me more. Jim came over to me and began fingering my cunt, while Dave took pictures.I just sat there, spreading my legs wide, enjoying what I was feeling. Jim slid his free hand up to my pig tits, and began pinching my nipples hard, forcing me to agree to be their fuck pig from now on. 

"We will use you any time we want pig, is that understood?" Jim asked.

"Yes!" I screamed, but I would have agreed to anything at that point. Jim had three fingers buried in my wet cunt, and I was on the verge of yet another orgasm.

"Yes, I'm your fuck pig, you own my fat worthless pig body!" I yell, as I cum all over Jim's fingers.

As I came down from the feeling of my orgasm, Jim shoved his fingers in my mouth. "Clean your cunt juice off my fingers pig" Jim demanded. Of course I took his fingers in my mouth like the greedy pig I am, and cleaned off every drop of my cunt juice. He then roughly threw me down on my stomach, and pulled my ass up and slid his cock deep into my cunt. He fucked me like that while Dave laid next to us watching. I felt him pull his cock out of my cunt, and quickly slide it into my ass, slow at first but then hard and rough. I met every thrust, helping him use my ass. Dave reached over and began abusing my tits, making me beg for them to use me.

"Oh yes, use me like the pig I am!" I beg.

Dave watched Jim fuck me until he dropped yet another load in one of my holes. "Don't move pig" Dave said as he took Jim's place behind me. He also fucked my cunt, before sliding his cock deep in my ass, as I watched Jim getting dressed. 

"That's it pig, take it whore!" Dave yelled as he fucked me hard and rough. 

"The pig loves it" Jim said as he got dressed.

"She loves it so much she deserves another cum load in her ass!" Dave yelled as he dropped his load in my ass.

When Dave came down from his high of cumming in my ass, he pulled his cock out of me and said "Alright pig, we're done with you for now" Dave said.

"Give me your phone number pig, so we can call you to service us again." Jim said.

As I was writing my number down, they were talking about setting me up for a gang bang. I handed Dave my number and Jim walked me to the door and practically pushed me out. I felt so used, and worthless. My cunt began getting wet again as I walked home, anxious about hearing from them again.