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Trafficked Love Ch. 9

— THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT AND VULGAR LANGUAGE. It is fictional and does not depict real people or events. — Call girl, Angel, believes there’s nothing nothing more to life than what she is doing now. But when she falls in love with an undercover cop, and things get heated between her and her pimp, Angel searches for answers. Is this really all she is destined for? Could she escape if she wanted to? Would the outside world accept her if she left this lifestyle behind?

Driving out to Vermont and finding the lake

We are getting ready to head to Vermont. We are leaving early in the morning and it is still dark outside and it should remain that way for about an hour before the sun starts to rise. We are both wearing jeans and I am wearing a t-shirt while my wife is wearing a tank-top and a sweatshirt. I have on a pair of boxers and my wife is wearing simple white panties and a black bra.

The Black Shadow

After my last story I wrote people really hated it. I took my time and wrote this story please rate this. Sorry for the grammer. Please go easy on me because i want to write more parts to this sto. ries but only if you like it. I hope you enjoy this story and please go easy on me this time it my second story.

BLONDE NEEDS TO CALL MOM IN POLAND

A blonde goes into a world wide message center to send a message to her mother in Poland. When the man tells her it will be $300, she exclaims. “I don’t have any money.. but I would do ANYTHING to get a message to my mother in Poland !!!!”
To that the man asks, “Anything?” And the blonde says, “yes.. Anything”!!
With that, the man says “Follow me.” He walks into the next room and tells her “Come in and close the door.” She does!!
He then says “Get on your knees. “She does!!
He then says take down my zipper.” She does!!..
He then says ,”Go ahead. Take it out.”
With that, she takes it out and takes hold of it with both hands!! The man then says “Well.. Go ahead!”
She brings her mouth closer to it, and while holding it close to her lips, she says, “HELLO, MOM?”

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And The Dog Made Three PT3

Chapter 3
Tracy scooped up the dog cum from her tits and lapped it greedily from her palms, not wanting to waste a single drop of the lovely stuff. She eyed Major, wondering if she might manage to milk another load from him. But the Great Dane looked drained and his prick had diminished and receded, the naked cock-knob drawn back into his sheath.
Tracy decided to call on her girlfriend, Jennifer, who lived next door. She was just bursting to tell someone about what she had done. Jennifer might be shocked or disgusted, of course. But, somehow, Tracy had an idea that the sexy blond girl would be fascinated.
And Jennifer, too, had a doggy …
* * *
Tracy rubbed the last dregs of spunk into her fat tits, then put her bikini on, tugging the tiny bottom up over her simmering loins and tucking her tits into the halter. She winked at Major, as if to let the doggy know that he would soon be in for another treat.
Nubile hips saucily swinging, Tracy crossed through the adjoining back yards to Jennifer’s house. As she had hoped, Jennifer was also sun-bathing beside her pool, wearing a skimpy black bikini that tied at the sides, leaving her sleek flanks bared, and the outer rims of her well-rounded tits exposed.
Tracy paused to admire her friend for a moment, before she announced her presence. Tracy had never made it with another girl, but she had thought about it a great deal and, when she did — usually while playing with her pussy — she generally thought about Jennifer.
Jennifer was every bit as nubile and sexy as Tracy, but in a different and nicely contrasting fashion. She had blond hair, worn curly and tumbled, big blue eyes that could look both innocent and sultry, and a shapely figure that had certainly inspired many creamy wet dreams and hand-jobs among the local lads.
Tracy wasn’t the only one admiring lovely, blond, bikini-clad Jennifer at the moment.
Eighteen-year-old Joe, tall and athletic and pubescent, had also been staring at his kid sister and getting a booming hard-on in the process.
Joe had been screwing his pounding fist while entertaining incestuous thoughts for some time now. The boy figured it was wicked to lust after his sister, but what the hell — that only made him cum more. Joe lurked around the house, constantly hoping to catch a glimpse of the sexy sibling in a state of undress, changing her clothing or taking a shower or sunbathing topless.
Joe, at the moment, was sitting in the arbor across from the pool, concealed in the leafy shadows, his eyes glued on Jennifer’s trim body and his prick thundering in the confines of his tight jeans.
Soon necessity would decree that he haul his cock out and empty his balls by hand, he knew, but he was waiting as long as he could, even at the risk of creaming his jeans, in the hopes that his sexy sister might decide to remove the top of her bikini so that he could beat his meat over the mouth-watering sight of bouncy tits.
Lying on the ground beside Joe, the family dog, a big German Shepherd, was also regarding Jennifer with a certain interest.
Joe, concentrating on Jennifer, was unaware that the dog was also getting aroused.
Then the little nymphet from next door showed up and, with two nubile teenagers to admire in those tiny swimsuits, Joe groaned. He knew he could not endure much longer before he whipped his cock out and jacked off …
* * *
“Oh, wow!” Jennifer gasped.
She turned over onto her back, staring up at Tracy with her wide blue eyes. The dark-haired teenager had knelt down beside the blond and, after a casual exchange of commonplace conversation, had assumed a very impish look that told Jennifer that she had just been very naughty. Jennifer had shown interest, of course. And then Tracy, blushing but grinning, admitted that she had been fooling with her dog.
“Did you really?” Jennifer asked, intrigued.
“Yeah — it was fun, too.”
“But how — what did you –”
Tracy leaned forward conspiratorially, her heavy tits falling in her halter so that the deep cleavage and the globes almost to the nipples were bared much to Joe’s delight, although he couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“I was asleep by the pool, see — and I was having a lovely dream — and then I woke up and realized that Major was lapping my pussy!” Tracy said, her face all radiant with her naughty confession.
“Yeah? Oooooh — what did you do?”
Tracy grinned wickedly. “I took my bikini bottom off and let him finish the job.”
Jennifer squealed with vicarious delight.
“Did — did you cream his tongue?”
“Ummmm — I sure as hell did.”
“Oh! You’re so naughty!” Jennifer cried — but she obviously approved of her friend’s misbehavior.
Tracy hesitated, wondering whether she should also tell Jennifer that she had jerked the Great Dane off onto her tits and into her face and mouth? She wanted to, but she was afraid that maybe Jennifer wouldn’t be ready for that much naughtiness. Tracy didn’t want to risk putting Jennifer off and ruining all the interesting prospects.
“You gonna let him do it again?” Jennifer asked.
“Oh, yeah. All the time.” Tracy gave Jennifer a speculative look. “I just had to tell somebody about it and — and I thought maybe you might like to come on over and find out what some doggy tongue feels like.”
Jennifer blushed, lowering her eyes.
“Oooooh — I couldn’t!” she said, but there was no much conviction in her tone.
“Or — the damned dog really enjoyed himself, wallowing around in my cunt, you know? It made me wonder what it would be like to suck a cunt, myself –”
Jennifer swallowed hard.
“I thought maybe you and I might give each other some head, Jenny,” Tracy blurted out. “Just for the hell of it you know, just to see what it’s like.”
“But — but we aren’t lesbians!” Jennifer squealed.
“Shit, no. But a girl doesn’t have to be a damned dyke to eat some pussy,” Tracy declared.
“I — I don’t know,” Jennifer said, huskily. “I’d have to think about it, I guess.”
Tracy nodded, satisfied. Since Jennifer hadn’t declined, there seemed to be a pretty good chance that the blond girl would be willing. But Tracy didn’t want to ruin things by rushing or insisting. She figured that she had sowed the seeds and now it would be better to wait and let Jennifer make the next move. Things like cunt-lapping were obviously better by mutual initiative. Anyway, Tracy was eager to get back home and see if Major had another hard-on.
Grinning at Jennifer, who was looking slightly stunned, Tracy got to her feet, her tits bouncing in her halter.
“Well, come on over, if you want to,” she said. “We can have a lot of fun together — and with the doggy.”
Grinning, she turned and walked away, her heart-shaped little ass swinging like a pendulum.
Jennifer stared after that departing ass. The girl was surprised to find that Tracy had bisexual inclinations, but not at all shocked. She was fascinated. What would it be like to sink her tongue up Tracy’s wet, bushy cunt? she wondered. How lovely it would feel to have Tracy’s raven-dark head clamped between her thighs! What would be the harm of it, after all? Since neither of them was a lesbian, it would only be sort of girlish fooling around, right?
Not to mention the cunt-lapping Great Dane! Jennifer began to pant, her fat tits surging in her scanty halter. She was sorely tempted to rush after Tracy and suggest they eat each other out immediately. But then she figured it wouldn’t be wise to appear so eager — that it was better to play it modestly, almost reluctantly, so if it didn’t work out right it would be Tracy’s fault for instigating it and she could play the seduced innocent.
But her cunt was on fire, and Jennifer knew that she had to do something about that. She got to her feet on shaky legs, her face all flushed and her loins all juicy. She started toward the house, intending to finger-fuck herself in her bedroom.
But then she changed direction and, not realizing that it was occupied, headed for the arbor. Jennifer often frigged her cunt there, enjoying the variation of scene and setting, thrilled by an open air orgasm.
Her pussy was steaming like a live ember between her legs and the crotchband of her bikini was soaking wet. Her cunt squished juicily at every stride. The teenager was hotter than she had ever been before, and ready for just about anything and, fantasizing frantically about lesbianism and bestiality, she found herself confronted by incest …
* * *
Joe had just opened his fly and hauled his considerable cock and balls out, about to beat himself off. Then, seeing his kid sister heading toward him, he desperately struggled to jam his hard-on away again. Stiff as a crowbar, his prick bucked and levered as, groaning, the tormented youth forced it into his jeans. He yanked the zipper up. But the incriminating bulk of his erection still bulged unmistakably, pulsing and throbbing, in his denim-clad groin.
“Oh!” Jennifer exclaimed, stepping into the arbor and finding her brother there.
She was annoyed, wanting privacy to play with her pussy, and started to turn away.
Then she noticed Joe’s swollen crotch.
Too excited to act modest, Jennifer inclined her head at her brother’s groin.
“You been spying on me?” She giggled.
Joe looked sheepish.
“You gonna jerk off, or what?” she asked. Joe blinked, startled by his kid sister’s boldness. Then the lad realized that she, too, was sexually aroused. The crotch of her bikini was soaking wet and a trickle of pearly cunt-nectar glistened on her inner thigh. Nor was Jennifer making any effort to hide her horniness. She was even standing with her legs apart.
“Errr — yeah, I guess,” he muttered.
“Oooooh — can I watch, Joe?” Jennifer squealed.
“Jeez, Sis … ” he croaked.
It amused Jennifer — and greatly increased her confidence — to realize that she was more forward and less inhibited than her older brother. She felt wondrously naughty. And as long as they just looked at each other, it wouldn’t really be like incest, she reasoned.
“Wanna see me rub my cunt?” she chirped. “I’ll finger-fuck myself and you can jack off and we can watch each other while we cream, okay?”
Joe groaned. A damp, sticky patch spread out where his cock-head flared in his jeans. The youth could hardly believe this was happening. He thought that so much blood must have rushed into his cock and balls that he had blacked out and was having a wet dream. He closed his eyes.
Then he opened his eyes again and saw that Jennifer had her hand pushed down inside her bikini panties, cupped over her cunt-mound and slowly moving.
It was too much for Joe.
Gasping, he ripped his zipper down. His prick sprang out like a rocket. He reached in and dragged his bloated balls out, then moved his hand away, letting his kid sister gaze at his naked cock.
“Oooooh!” Jennifer moaned.
Joe’s cock-head was vibrating and humming. The dark vein pulsed up the underside of his cock, spreading out in the delta of his swollen cock-knob. His balls were enormous, holding promise of a most abundant cum load.
“Oh, Joe — you’re so big and hard,” she purred.
He pumped his prick muscles, making his towering cock jump and jolt.
With her eyes glued on her brother’s prick, naughty little Jennifer began to squirm out of her bikini. She tugged it down and, raising one knee to kick it off, gave him a clear look at her smoldering cunt. Her pussy was open like a flower, all frothy with her spillage, her whole crotch lathered and her clit standing out like a bullet.
She removed her halter and her tits swung free. She stared in fascination at her brother’s cock and he stared back at her creamy crotch, groaning. His cock was beating like a drum, and his sister’s cunt was rippling and fluttering like a suction cup.
“Can I touch your cock, Joe?” she whimpered.
He nodded, dumbly, stunned.
Jennifer reached out and ran her fingertips up his cock-stalk and onto his sticky knob. She moaned, feeling him throb. Joe reached out and hesitated.
“Ummmm, touch me, too,” she said.
Joe’s hand, palm up, dipped into Jennifer’s crotch. Her cunt spilled a creamy pool into his hand. He rubbed and squeezed, feeling her clit swell and her cunt-lips slowly unfold.
Standing there, face to face, brother and sister fondled each other.
Jennifer wrapped her hand around his cock-shaft and slowly pulled up and pushed down, making his cock-head flare. Joe’s fingers traced through her wet cunt and pulled at her clit.
“Yeah — let’s frig each other off, okay?” Jennifer rasped, her voice husky. “That’s not really incest — just giving each other hand-jobs.”
She shifted closer, holding his hot cock against her rounded belly. His cock-head branded her like a hot iron and his cock pressed an elongated indentation into her smooth belly. His balls were jammed up against her golden-blond cunt thicket.
Wanting to feel her brother’s smoking-hot cock against her tits, Jennifer slowly slid down. His iron-hard prick inched up her stomach and then nudged into the deep cleavage between her plump tits. She sank lower, until she was kneeling before him, her face level with his belly. As she went down, Joe continued to stand, and his hand slipped out of her cunt.
But Jennifer was so fascinated by her brother’s cock and balls and the prospect of emptying his cum load that she didn’t care if he wasn’t caressing her at the same time. Instead of frigging each other off simultaneously, the girl had decided that it would be a lot better if they were to take turns doing it. That way she could really concentrate on milking him off without any distractions and then enjoy having the favor returned.
She squirmed against him, rolling her fat tits over his thunderous cock. Joe moaned and gave a little thrust, sliding his cock up and down between her tits. His hands rested on her shoulders.
“Ummmm — yeah — fuck my tits, Joe!” she purred.
He reached lower and cupped her tits in both hands, pushing them up and together so that her cleavage tightened around his cock. Christ, it felt good! he thought, still hardly able to believe what was happening. He pulled at her nipples as he held her tits around his prick and slid up and down between the mounds.
His swollen purple cock-head came squeezing out from her tit-cleft and nudged slowly up her breastbone, nuzzling into the hollow of her throat.
Jennifer tilted her lovely face down, staring at that huge purple slab.
He humped again. His cock-knob disappeared between her tits, then pushed back up into her fluttering throat. His pisshole was weeping steadily now, laying a slippery trail of frothy pre-cum up her breastbone.
What was incest? the sex-crazed girl wondered, licking her lips and panting onto his cock-head. As long as they didn’t actually fuck, it was just fooling around, right? A blow-job wasn’t any more naughty than a hand-job.
His cock was all slathered with spunk now, looking like a fat purple plum drenched in heavy cream, so delicious that it made her drool.
Her cunt was drooling, as well, and Jennifer figured that if she gave Joe some head he would be only too pleased to return the favor. Jennifer yearned for her brother’s hot lapper as much as she was yearning for a mouthful of his creamy cock-meat.
Joe humped again, his pounding prick surging up through her smooth tit ravine. She could feel the heat of his cock waft into her face and, sniffing, inhaled the delicious aroma of spunk-soaked cock.
“Shall I lick it, Joe?” she whispered. She looked up at his lust-twisted face, smiling and showing him her tongue, switching that moist, pink lapper slowly back and forth across her parted lips.
“Jeez, Sis, yeah!” he gasped, his mind spinning as more blood rushed into his loins.
Her blonde head turned down again, her chin resting on her slippery breastbone. Joe pulled back and his cock-head vanished in her cleavage. Then he shoved it up again, and as his smoking cock-knob emerged, Jennifer slid her tongue out and lapped at it.
Joe jerked as if he had been electrocuted as he felt a tongue on his cock-head for the first time.
“Ummmm — Yummy,” Jennifer sighed, thrilled to the core by the succulence of cock-meat and creamy seepage.
He humped her tits slowly and steadily and she tongued at his cock-knob each time it came sliding up to her face. Joe’s hands slid up and he held her head between them. Jennifer cupped her tits around his prick, keeping her cleavage snug, as her deft tongue flashed over his slimy cock.
“Wanna shoot in my mouth, Joe?” she whimpered, totally abandoned to lust.
His pre-cum had whetted her appetite and she was hungry for the full dose that was bloating those brotherly balls like balloons.
Joe tried to speak, and failed. His vocal cords were as stiff as his prick.
Jennifer glanced up through a web of fluttering eyelashes. She would have giggled at the stricken expression on her brother’s face, had she not been drooling so heavily. Instead, she only gurgled, saliva and spunk bubbling from her lips. Those wet lips parted.
“Hummmm? Wanna cream in my fucking mouth? Wanna whitewash my tonsils, Joe?” she moaned. She lapped at his cock-head again, not taking it into her lips yet. “Wanna use my mouth for a cunt, big brother? Yeah! Fuck my face!”
Joe shoved his prick up. His sister’s nimble tongue bathed and washed his cock-knob. He drew down and plunged up again and this time the naughty girl bobbed her head down and took his slimy purple cock between her lips.
“Ahhhhh!” she sighed, suckling on his cock-head with relish.
Her cheeks drew in and her lips stretched, collaring his thick cock-stalk. Sucking his prick was even more thrilling than licking it and the girl began to gasp and gurgle as she nursed on his prick.
She moaned, slobbering heavily down his cock-shaft. Joe fucked her tits and plowed on up into her willing mouth, going deeper. He fed half of his long, hard prick into her face, tilting her head back. Going suck crazy, Jennifer turned her face from side to side, screwing her lips down onto his prick like a juicy nut onto a meaty bolt. Her blonde head ducked up and down, jumping onto his cock.
Her tongue was still flashing, slurping at the underside of his cock-head and shaft as it slid in and out through the suckling collar of her lips. His prick flared in her maw, the thick vein pulsing. His swollen balls rolled up her stomach and nudged against the slopes of her tits as he shoved his prick up through her cleavage en route to her mouth.
“Unghhh!” She gulped as his huge cock-head slid right into her throat, his balls dragging up and brushing her under the chin as they lay on her tit mounds.
She turned her face, taking his cock-knob into each cheek, then back into her throat again. His pisshole was flowing so heavily now that even though the potent youth hadn’t shot his wad yet, his sister’s hungry mouth was already filling up with creamy fuck juice. Mixed with her saliva, the stuff poured down his prick, soaking his balls and flowing in foamy streaks over her up-thrust tits and into her cleavage. She gulped greedily, swallowing some, then sucked for more.
His prick jerked down until only the foaming lip was in her lips. Jennifer whispered down his prick as if she were speaking into a microphone.
“Cum, cum, Joey,” she whimpered. “Fuck my mouth and feed me your sweet jism!”
Joe moaned and thrust his prick all the way into his sister’s hot mouth again.
Jennifer gagged on his flaring prick, holding it deep in her maw, then sucked back up his stalk, worshipping every throbbing inch of his cock-rod.
“Cream my mouth, Joe! Slime my fucking mouth!” the girl wailed, desperate for the joy of feeling his prick explode and his cum spurt out.
Joe fed his cock in frantically, tossing Jennifer’s blonde head up and down as his cock hooked in to the hilt, filling her greedy maw to the brim.
His hands tightened on her head, holding her face steady as he pumped his prick in.
“Here it comes, Sis!” he howled.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” she gasped, sucking voraciously on his ballooning prick.
She felt his balls explode against the slopes of her tits, felt his cock-shaft expand as his fuck-juice came rushing up, then wailed in ecstasy as his steaming hot jism drenched her mouth.
She had never known that so much cum could explode from a single set of balls! His first jism jet hit the back of her throat. Coming on the rebound, his second torrent skimmed over her flashing tongue, making her taste-buds tingle. He hosed her cheeks and squirted slime up against the arched roof of her mouth. His cock was going off like a machine gun, flooding her eager maw in creamy geysers and deluges. Her tongue was floating in his slime.
Jennifer swallowed and gulped, but his load was too much for her. Spunk overflowed from her lips and ran down her chin.
Her head bobbed down, gorging on his prick. She sucked and swallowed with rapture. Joe jolted in, more jism jets spraying her. Moist whimpers bubbled from her lips.
Joe began to stagger, feeling as if his life force were spilling from his cock and balls. His last spurt gushed onto her tongue and he stopped humping, standing there with his head and shoulders thrown back and his loins thrust up, his prick buried to the root in her drenched mouth.
A few last trickles came squeezing out of his pisshole as Jennifer continued to suck adoringly. The girl was filled with joy at having swallowed her brother’s delirious load, yet sorry that it was ended, still greedy for more. She nursed on his spent prick greedily, loving the taste and the texture. She fed it all into her mouth, then drew her lips up, slurping the dregs from his cock-shaft and suckling on his knob again.
His prick slipped from her lips, swaying, starting to soften and shrink slightly. Jennifer ducked after it and used her tongue to gather up the errant cum drops that had seeped down onto his balls.
She looked up at her brother’s face, smiling happily and sticking her tongue out so that he could see his slime streaking the pink flesh.
“I love to drink your jism, Joey,” she purred. Brother and sister gazed at each other in awe, stunned by the emotions that were tumbling through their minds and their bodies.

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Maxi discovers Viagra

None of us had ever done Viagra before but we heard rumors. — Your cock grows twice normal size. — It stays up for hours. — You can get off two maybe even three times without going soft. — Girls love screwing a guy who is charged up on Viagra because they climax the whole time.

Mrs. H has to chaperone

Mrs. Hernandez, a sexy high school teacher. Chaperones the school dance, along with another teacher, who’s also her best friend. They smoke a little pot, then Mrs. H ends up in the shower with one of her students.

A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER

It started out like any other day I guess, if I really think about it. It wouldn’t end that way though. It was my 23rd birthday. I had been a full time slaveslut whore to my Master for almost four years. It had been quite a ride, and now that we were married, it guaranteed that ride would continue, or at least as much of a guarantee as you can get in today’s divorce happy society. I was born a nasty slut, and learned early, I love being used as a fucktoy with no say.
He has shown me depths of depravity I had never thought I could go to. Men and women have fucked me and I have willingly fucked them, in groups and as individuals.
He has required I stand and be used as a dog’s bitch and though that was unpleasant as an untried thought, I loved it as an actualized event, from the very first mount. Now the several dogs that live on our small farm in the country regularly take me, singularly and as a pack. I wear full sun-type dresses or ma kettle dresses as I call them. This fits with our country lifestyle and also works for Master, as he requires dresses with full flowing skirts and no panties underneath so he can take me without preamble of removing clothing. I am also ready to go to town and fit in if we need to.
After I fucked the dogs the first time. Master said they were my Masters, too, and that I must give myself to them anytime they show an interest and it is discrete to do so.
The dogs seem to know this, for anytime I venture outdoors, one of them, and usually all of them come running up if they aren’t kenneled, and at least one of them will nuzzle under my skirt to sniff my cunt and see if I am breedable. Since this is expressing an interest, I dutifully drop to all fours and throw my skirt onto my back, and take my mounting. Then in the peeking order of the pack they will all fuck me. One after another, the next in line taking up position in my cunt or ass, depending on what they find when they mount me, and the one just concluded fucking me moves around to my head for a sucking off. They seem to know I am required to suck clean the cock that fucks me. There are times I think it is the blowjob they are after. This is after all something I do for them no doggie bitch would.
I even have a Mistress who is submissive to Master, but Dominant to me. She is a real bitch, though don’t tell her I said so. Woman can be so abusive to other women, more so than any man could. She makes me feel so deliciously worthless when she uses and demeans me. Her humiliation of me is complete and total when I am between her legs licking her pussy or ass. I feel so worthless and so humiliated when she is training me. My Master never takes me to this extreme, at least not up until this day.
I awoke that morning in a good mood, because it was my birthday and I was in my Master’s collar.
I wear soft lens contact lenses. I hate glasses. This particular morning while I was cleaning one of my lenses before putting it in, it tears. It is Saturday, so I will have to wear my glasses until Monday, when the pharmacy in our Podunk town opens again.
It is my birthday and we have a celebration planned for that evening. Six couples, friends of ours, are coming over and they will likely use me as a slut and a whore for several hours. The perfect night for the birthday slut, er I mean girl. Now it’s going to be marred because I have to wear glasses. I was upset.
I went to the kitchen and Master was sitting at the table drinking coffee.
“Happy birthday mysti. How is my little kajira?”
I answered affirmatively, but there was attitude in my voice. I knew I had fucked up the minute I stopped speaking. Master had been warning me about my ‘pissy tone’, as he called it. Saying it was disrespectful at best, and served no purpose in the broad scheme of things.
He didn’t address my remark afterwards and that was what told me I had fucked up. Normally he would have a quip or words of advice or assurance of some kind if I was down or had something worrisome to me on my mind. But this morning he just rose and walked to the counter and put his cup in the sink. Then he walked to the alcove on the backdoor, where coats and etc., hang.
“kajira, over here, now!”
He spoke harshly in a tone that defied refusal. I jumped up from where I was sitting drinking orange juice and eating a toasted English muffin with cream cheese, and almost ran to where he stood.
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled a dog collar and leash off the coat rack and fit it around my neck.
“Take off your robe, slut.”
My robe landed in a heap in the floor where I stood a few seconds later. I stood nude before him. I slept nude and until I showered I usually just wore my robe around the house.
Master clipped the leash to the lead ring on the collar and turned to open the door.
He led me into the backyard to where a huge Oak tree stood as a bastion its shade providing respite against the summer heat. On the way he stopped at the tool shed and brought out another collar and a length of chain and three padlocks of varying sizes.
At the tree, he ran the length of chain around the base and padlocked it with the biggest lock. Next he put the collar around my neck and padlocked it on with the smallest lock. The end of the chain that went around the tree was then padlocked to the lead ring on the collar with the third lock.
“On your hands and knees slut.” he commanded me. I obediently went to all fours in the shaded grass under the tree.
“I warned you about your pissy tone with me, yet you persist with it. If you are going to act like a bitch I will treat you like one. You are to stay on your hands and knees and you will eat like a dog from a pan without the aid of your hands until I say otherwise.”
“But Master it’s my birthday.” I protested feebly.
His hand landed swiftly and with a loud resounding slap on my bare ass.
“Bitch dogs can’t talk, they only whimper or bark. Your birthday soiree for today is cancelled, you need discipline.”
With that he turned and went back to the house. I was in deep trouble already so I didn’t dare get up off the ground. I couldn’t get loose from the tree anyway.
After a while Master brought the rest of my English muffin and cream cheese in one stainless steel dog dish, my OJ in another and some water in a third. He didn’t speak. He just set them down scratched the top of my head as if I truly were a dog and went back into the house.
Mid-afternoon, he brought me out a dish with some lunch in it. It was vegetable beef soup, so I had to lap it with my tongue. It was slow going, but I finally licked the bowl clean. I looked for my Master as I finished lapping the last of the soup from the bowl, hoping he had been watching, and was pleased and would end this punishment. Other than his early morning “boner reducer” before I got up I hadn’t been fucked at all and I was getting horny. Master had usually fucked me or had me fucked at least four times by this time of the day.
Master had been watching, but also had Bill Caldwell, Master’s friend from the feed store in town, where he bought chow for the dogs. I don’t know how long he had been standing on the back porch with Master, but both were tossing back a beer and judging from the amount of tilt necessary to the can as they drank, they had been standing there drinking for a while. I was immediately humiliated.
Here I was, naked, chained in the yard and eating like a dog out of a bowl. I felt my cheeks flame beet red and then got the dread going as Master and Bill stepped off the porch and started across the yard toward me. Master approached and scratched my head like a pet doggie and spoke.
“Bill, this is my newest bitch. She is not purebred, so she won’t be bearing any litters for me. She is strictly for pet pleasure, but she has a bitchy streak I am going to need to train out of her.”
Bill wasn’t a professional dog breeder like Master, but he spoke as if he knew what he was saying.
“I have heard you can use limited doses of humiliation rather than corporal punishment to achieve the same end. The animal rights folks think it is a great idea, since you don’t have to inflict pain on the animal.”
“I have heard that, how does that work, do you know?” Master inquired, continuing the act the two were playing out.
“Something like this I have heard.” Bill offered, as he unzipped his pants and started to pull out his flaccid cock. The first stream of urine hit me square in the forehead.
I dropped my head, feeling humiliated and disgusted. His urine continued in my hair and down my back until after what seemed an eternity, he must have emptied his bladder, for his stream stopped. While it was happening, I never felt so humiliated in all my life.
Here I was an attractive 23 year old a real hottie by all accounts, on my birthday, chained to a tree, naked, forced to act like a dog, and being pissed on by a man who was little more than a stranger to me. At the same time that I felt utterly disgusted and demeaned, I felt an excitation start in my cunt.
My interior cunt muscles began to ripple and the juices started to run, to the point I felt them trickle down the insides of my thighs. Don’t ask me to explain it would be impossible. Chalk it up to the complexities of the human mind. I was getting sexual excited from being pissed on. There was no denying it. The ripples in my cunt were the first signs of an impending orgasm. My nipples began to stiffen almost immediately.
Once his urine flow stopped, Bill quickly dropped to his knees in front of me. Grabbing my urine soaked hair he forced his crotch into my face. Guiding his still flaccid cock across my lips, I dutifully opened my mouth and took his cock inside.
As I began to suck his flaccid member to life, knowing a good fucking was about to ensue, and needing it badly, I diligently sucked the awakening fuckstick. I felt Bill flex his muscles and the last squirt of his urine exited his cock and into my mouth and throat.
As I swallowed his golden stream, I felt the orgasm begin in my cunt and spread its delightful warmth throughout my crotch and belly. I was totally debased and feeling completely humiliated, at this point, yet I was having an orgasm for it.
What was wrong with me? Here I was, collared naked in the yard, being pissed on by a strange man and having an orgasm when he pissed in my mouth. I know I am a slut, and I love it. I know I am a whore and will take on all cummers if my Master requires it, but even this surprised me.
I sucked Bill to a raging hardon, and he used my cunt until he unloaded the contents of his balls. I dutifully sucked his cock clean, and he rejoined Master on the porch.
I was exhausted. I lay in the soft lush grass, and drifted off to sleep in the warm afternoon sun.
I was awakened when Master came out and rubbed mosquito repellant all over my body. There was West Nile virus in the mosquito population and the sun was moving toward setting and the mosquitoes would be seeking a blood meal soon, so I was appreciative of this caring gesture, not to mention his hands roaming all over my naked body. I was a good three to four fucks behind my daily average, and I was horny as hell. It was my birthday for crimminy’s sake. I should be getting the royal fucking I was expecting and not this bitch dog treatment. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at Master. It was, after all, my undisciplined attitude that had gotten me here.
As he applied the Deet-based repellant, I heard noise coming from the direction of the porch. Looking that direction, I see several people on the back porch watching.
Master returned to the porch and the group assembled there are partying and having a good time drinking beer and throwing catcalls my way every so often. Master had left me a bowl of food. But I wouldn’t reduce myself to eat from the bowl in the presence of these strangers and acquaintances.
Full darkness descended before long and the revelry on the porch continued. I was feeling a bit upset that here it was my birthday and everyone but me was partying. Then the partygoers decided to include me.
One-by-one, they drifted out to where I was secured in the yard. I was fucked repeatedly. At one point there were more than one out with me, and no one waited. Each found a hole to fuck, even if the preferred hole was occupied. I was cunt fucked, and my ass found itself full on occasion, too.
Any cock that appeared in that end came around to the front to use my mouth. I guess they all knew I had to suck clean all the cocks that fucked me. Even the ones who fucked my ass.
I had grown used to ass-to-mouth with the training Master gave me, so this wasn’t too bad. At least I was getting my daily ration of fucks.
My Mistress came out later. A few minutes before she came I had seen Master fucking her on the porch. I was instantly jealous. Master usually fucked me four-to-five times a day. Today though other than his morning wood, he hadn’t touched me. Now my Mistress, his slave like me, was getting her cunt full of his overloaded balls.
A little while later, amid my own fucking as another of the porch guests used my cunt, I saw my Mistress getting hosed heartily by one of the large black men that was partying on the back porch. He had already used me once, and where they were standing, my Mistress bent over the porch rail I could see his big cock pounding into her.
I heard her moan loudly then ask permission to cum, amidst the slap, slap, slap rhythm of their bodies meeting as they fucked. Master granted it and my Mistress orgasm overtook her.
“Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big black cock.”
I wasn’t aware the noises had stopped until Mistress set a small footstool down in front of me and sat down.
She scratched behind my ears and patted my head as if I truly were a dog, then pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs, drawing my face to her cunt. She spoke and her words made me feel the humiliation of what I was experiencing again.
“Lick my cunt clean, bitch.”
I began to do as I had been commanded. Her cunt was a messy swamp of her own cunt juice mixed with Master’s and the black man’s cum. I licked and sucked drawing the cum out of her in great gobs, dutifully swallowing each mouthful. Mistress enjoyed my efforts as much as I enjoyed performing them. She commended me after I got her off with my mouth.
“You suck pussy as good as you suck cock bitch. But then you do love both, and it isn’t that you do it because your collar requires it. It is because you love it, you nasty little whore.”
I wasn’t allowed to talk since I was a bitch dog, so I just kept lapping at her still oozing cunt. She was right I did love it so. I knew if I could get her off again, the contractions of her cunt muscles would push more of the gobs of man cum from her depths. I felt the muscles ripple across her belly and she released her stream of urine. I felt the warm stream enter my mouth and the slightly salty taste and I gulped it down, as the biggest orgasm I had ever had ripped through my own belly. I gulped and gulped not wanting to lose a single drop. I was a committed urolagnist now and would gladly drink from the fount of man, woman or beast, for the tremendous orgasm it would give me.
Master released the dogs after our guests left. They all took turns repeatedly mounting and fucking Master’s newest bitch. Dawn was streaking on the horizon when the last one dismounted and came around to my head for his clean up blowjob. Then he too lay down beside me and slept as the others had.
Master came out mid-morning and released me. The boys had all started mounting and fucking me again, earlier in the morning, and all had had me at least once. Duke, the Alpha male German Shepherd was pounding away at my cunt for the third time this morning when Master unlocked the chain from my collar.
“When the boys are through using you, you may return to the house.”
No longer a dog-bitch-in-training I replied, “Thank you Sir.”
I learned from that day and I have never talked ‘pissy’ to Master since. All-in-all it was a pretty good birthday though I didn’t think so at the time. Though it started out slowly, I was probably fucked more than my daily average and I was taken to a new level of submission and I learned a new depravity that I found pleasurable.
Thank you Master for loving me. I love you for your knowledge and wisdom.

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