Saturday mornings had been our grocery day for years. Like a good husband I patiently navigate the shopping cart, waiting for Doris to make her selections. She always has questions for the stock boys about their schoolwork, grades and teasing them good naturedly about girl friends.

They usually humor her, treating like a favorite aunt. Although I have noticed some of them taking long leering looks her curvaceous five foot ten figure from a distance. She has gained about twenty pounds since our wedding day but in all the right places.

Those long stealthy glances always make me chuckle, pride of ownership I suppose. Most boys that age fantasize about older women and there's nothing wrong with that Doris of course does not see it that way and I never mention it; to her they're just nice young boys being friendly.

Whenever a new boy arrived, it never takes her long to reach beyond the nametag and ferret out all his business: what school, what grades, future plans, girl friends etc.

Everything took a different turn when a boy named Trevor was hired; a more than handsome Latino type, about five foot-six, with curly black hair and brooding dark eyes. It took a couple of Saturdays for Doris to break the ice with this extremely timid boy.

Once they became acquainted however, a strange bond developed between them and Doris began talking about him constantly. She found out through her gossip network that his parents had broken up the previous winter and simply left the city. He had been taken in temporarily by an older sister who didn't really have the financial means to support him; therefore he worked part time in the store. He was eighteen in his last high school year for the second time due to his parent's constant battles.

With no children of our own, me in my fifties and Doris in her mid forties; adoption had never been considered, mostly because of our careers. Now, due to downsizing we had both accepted severance packages. I had plenty of hobbies around the house but Doris was restless and now she came up with the insane idea that we should open our home to this young man. She wanted to give him a good home until he finished school and could look after himself. I told her that it was a crazy idea, he was not our responsibility.

But when Doris gets something into her head and assumes that far away trance-like look in her eyes; heaven and earth better move, or else...

She visited the sister - how she found the address was a mystery to me. To a single mother of two tiny tots in a one-bedroom apartment, my wife appeared as an angel from above. Strangely the woman did not see a problem with her kid brother going to live with total strangers.

Doris picked him up two days later and had him settled in one of our guest rooms. Trevor was polite and quiet and didn't seem at all phased by his new situation. Among his few possessions was a computer and he asked Doris if we had an Internet connection. We had never entered the cyber age ourselves but Doris immediately sent me out to arrange for a hookup. How else, would the boy do his homework she argued?

Once connected he rarely came out of his room. Doris fussed over him at meal times, wanting to know whether he wanted this or that to eat and then gradually changed our usual diet accordingly. After twenty-five years of marriage with no one else in the house I began to feel like a fifth wheel.

Doris could think of nothing else but her dear boy Trevor. She even began to great him with a hug when he came home which seemed peculiar to me; after all he was a star border not a relative but Trevor ate it all up. Those hugs gradually became lengthy mutual squeezes; I reasoned that he was lonely for the affection of a close knit family.

Her appearance changed as well, always a neat and well dressed woman but usually wearing loose fitting clothing around the house; although she didn't own a pair of jeans or other casual. Now I noticed a little more makeup, hair more immaculate, closer fitting shorter dresses or skirts accentuating and revealing her hourglass figure, particularly the form and cleavage of her generous bosom. If I didn't know better she was becoming more than infatuated with the boy and perhaps innocently leading him on.

I became envious, almost resentful of him, and Doris eventually became jealous of the computer, where he was spending more and more time.

One afternoon, after she'd been snooping in his room; she rushed down to my workshop with a crumpled towel. "What is the boy doing with this" she blustered. "Look, there are hard patches all over making it sick together" I chuckled at her, shaking my head.

"He's been playing with himself dear. He's a teenager; it's natural at that age. Put it in the wash and don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it! Masturbation involves sinful sexual fantasies! You know that is wicked behavior! We must talk to him about it. He shouldn't be doing that; it's harmful and unnatural. Do you think he's looking at those awful ladies on that web thing?"

"He's a teen, they gets urges; it's better than him getting some young girl in trouble."

"Sandy I'm surprised at you. I'm going to talk to him when he gets home from school." I shook my head again but didn't argue with her, thinking that maybe the boy would be embarrassed enough to leave.

I was shocked that night when she very delicately told him about it after we ate. He wasn't embarrassed at all but strangely, almost pleased she brought it up.

"It's impossible for me not to do it ma'am ... Mrs. Cooper. I get these feelings and it drives me crazy. If I don't ... I get terrible head aches." He spoke in a pained voice looking, for all the world like a sick puppy. That was a new twist on that old headache standard that I'd never heard before.

"Oh you poor boy," Doris reached across the table taking his hand in both of hers, her fingers gently padding his hand and stroking his wrist. "Oh Trevor my dear boy what can we do to help?" He just shook his head, shrugging his shoulders and looked back at her with an actual tear running down his cheek.

"It's impossible for me not to do it Doris." That startled me, up until now it had been Mrs. Cooper or ma'am. "Oh Doris, the head aches they're terrible."

"But Trevor there must be some way to make you well; we'll do anything to help you. Won't we Sandy? I nodded, feigning sympathy, knowing full well as a man that there was no cure for his problem that we could help him with

"Well Doris ... well there is something but ... but no, that's impossible!"

"Oh Trevor, dear boy, nothing is impossible; isn't that so Sandy?" I nodded again thinking that maybe he would ask us to pay for a whore. That would get Doris going, with her religious hang-ups.

"OK, but I know you'll be angry with me."

"Oh Trevor dear I could never feel that way about you." He looked straight at her with those big dreamy eyes. Then he lowered his head hunching his shoulders. "Trevor dear please tell me, you can tell Doris anything, you know that." He looked up at her again and then spoke in a halting pitiful voice.

"Maybe ... you could have ... sex with me. You know, show ... me how." My mouth fell open. Never in a million year did I expect to hear that but never in an even longer span of time did I think my puritanical wife would say what she did.

"Oh Trevor my dear boy, I'll do anything for you but are you sure; after all I'm not a desirable and slender young woman anymore."

"Oh but you're beautiful and shapely ... with nice big ... I mean... "he stared intensely at her breasts and then turned his head. "I ... I think about you when I ... when I, you know?" I was in shock. My straight-laced wife, who had never let me get beyond the missionary position or had to my knowledge never experienced an orgasm, was agreeing to commit adultery and with a boy at that. Well, he was eighteen but ... I sat at the end of the table, staring at both of them in turn while she continued to caress his hand.

I got up and yelled at both of them, "Over my dead body! You're not going to have sex with my wife! Get out of my house" He jumped up, looking scared out of his wits and ran up to his room.

Doris stared at me with eyes that could kill. "You scared that dear boy; how could you!" She was screaming on top of her lungs. "Shame on you, now go up there and apologize to him, right now!" I'd never heard my wife scream before; her personality had suddenly been transformed, in a 'Dr. Jekyll and Mister Hyde' scenario

"Doris have you lost you mind. We're married, how many times have you told me that marriage is sacred and adultery is a grave sin?"

"Yes it is adultery Sandy, but this boy needs my help. I wouldn't be doing it behind you back, so I'm not cheating. That makes it all right I'm sure of that. Now, we're both going up there and you will apologize to that dear boy." She rose and marched to the stairs. She stopped at five or six steps and turned gesturing with her hands, her eyes burning fire and brimstone. "Come on! The boy is suffering, probably crying and it's your fault!" I got up feeling and walking like a zombie following her, up the stairs to his door. She knocked on it. "Can we come in Trevor please? Sandy wants to apologize."

"No, go away! I'm going to kill myself!" First the headache ruse I thought and now suicide; this boy is cunningly clever.

"See, what you done to the boy. Now get in there and say sorry!" She opened the door slightly and peered in. He was on the bed curled up in the fetal position crying. Doris looked at me hard. "Now we're going in and you will apologize you hear!"

I pinched myself to make sure that I was awake. This was more than unbelievable; it was surreal, this couldn't be happening. My wife an intelligent woman, university graduate, former manager of a large branch bank, was being bamboozled by a horny teen. She opened the door fully and sat down on the edge of the bed stroking his curly hair. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. My whole being was frozen in disbelief as I watched her comforting him.

"Now Trevor you stop crying, everything is going to be alright. Doris will look after all your needs and Sandy will say he's sorry for being so rude to my sweet boy. There now, you can stop crying, sit up and let Doris put her arms around you. " He sat up, swinging his feet down on the floor and she drew his face into her neck with one arm while patting his cheek and stroking his hair. She kissed his forehead and then lifted his chin with her fingers giving him an adoring look. "Give Doris a nice kiss now Trevor that comes first doesn't it." He nodded and they kissed gingerly but warmly. "There that's better isn't it dear?" He nodded again and then looked my way with a fearful expression.

"But Doris ... your husband; he's very angry with me." She drew his face into her neck again and stared at me accusingly, her lips moving. I was beginning to think that the boy was an alien from another planet. Nothing on earth would have made my wife act like this. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her yes flashed thunder and lightning, while her lips, which had never before let out an expletive, swore at me silently.

I heard my self, say that I was sorry and his tearful face turned my way. You mean that sir, I ... You let me do ... it with, your ... your wife?" My head nodded; again I was positive now that he was an alien, somehow controlling our minds.

"There that's better Sandy; I knew you would come to your senses. Now go downstairs and I will look after Trevor's needs." I turned to go as he whispered something in her ear. "You are so right dear Trevor, he should stay and watch. You tell him why yourself dear Trevor."

"Sir I ... I don't think it would be fair to have sex with your wife behind your back. Please stay?" Doris pointed sternly at a chair by the computer and then proceeded to undress the boy. I sat down like a robot and watched her undressing him completely. His cock was hard as a rock and it began to throb when Doris undressed herself, exposing her rubenesque body. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened with excitement as he drank in her amble curves. She embraced him drawing his face into her cleavage...

"Oh Trevor," she said and then let him go looking down at her thighs. "What happened?"

"I'm sorry Doris, I did it already." She looked at me.

"Well Sandy, make yourself useful get a towel, it's all down my legs!" I got up and rushed to the bathroom not believing what I was doing. I was now a towel boy for my wife's boy toy. They were kissing passionately, when I returned and I just stood there like the proverbial pillar of salt. He was fondling her heavy hangers and Doris just looked at me nodding at her thighs as she turned her lower body away from Trevor. In other words I had to clean Trevor's cum of her body. I got on my knees and wiped the gobs off her thighs and feet and then returned to my seat.

"Now Trevor the first thing you have to learn is that a woman must be prepared for sex, or penetration can be very painful. You don't want to hurt Doris; do you Trevor?"

He shook his head. She took his hand placing it in her vagina. "There you must finger it gently until it becomes moist. That's good just finger everything, oh that feels good Trevor oh you're so gentle." She kissed him again as he explored her bush. "There that's it Trevor my dear you found the spot. Gently now work you finger in there. Good oooh, good Trevor. I think I'm ready now" He began to shake. "Don't be afraid Trevor Doris will be gentle and guide you." I shook my head mentally; he wasn't afraid just aroused and excited knowing where his cock was going.

Doris got down on the bed spreading her thick thighs invitingly and reached for her stripling. He got on top of her and she held his penis to her vagina. He pushed it in, groaning with pleasure and shot his second load almost immediately. "There Trevor dear wasn't that better? You feel better now? Maybe tomorrow we can do it again."

He squeezed her tight and then lifted one of her breasts so he could suck on the nipple near her neck. She rubbed his curly hair encouraging him to continue. She had never understood my fascination with her mammary glands and had many times told me to stop that nonsense. "Oh Doris," he panted. I need more or I'll get a headache. Please let me do it some more now? Can I, please?"

"Of course Trevor as much as you need. Doris is here to help you with your problem." She kissed his forehead and he continued to suck her nipple while bouncing his ass. In about a minute he came again and then he rested for a minute or two asking her to please do it some more. About twenty minutes later he came for the fifth time and then rolled of her completely drained.

Doris waved me over with the towel and spread her thighs while stroking and kissing her boy toy. I stood there with the towel and she looked at me as if I was a dummy. "Well wipe my vagina can't you see I'm busy with Trevor." I did as she asked while she continued to fuss over him, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. I stood up when finished and walked back to my chair.

"Oh Sandy, wipe my penis; it's kind of wet." I stopped in my tracks; it was Sandy now, not sir. I stared at him in disbelief, well why not I had agreed for him to screw my wife. He brought one hand to his forehead and moaned.

Fiction!

My name is John. I am 20 years old. and go to university. there was a teacher who name was Ms Hart Hill. we used to call her "Hill" for fun, and she didn't mind. She was our Science Teacher by the way. she had nice body.. nice pussy and nice tits. we were sitting doing experiments when I went near her and is touched my dick with her ass. oh, it felt so good and it was so warm. and she liked it she didn't move she stood there until I moved.

when our class was over she said "John, i want to have a word with you". I was shocked I kept asking myself questions "Is she gonna kick me out?". but she came and she said "i know what you did earlier, and I know you always look at my tits". and i am so embraced and I said "umm, i don't". she said "Yes, You do, Admit it". and I said "Yes". then she came near me and gave me a kiss on my lips. oh man, I felt so horny, i touched her Breasts.. they were so fucking good. she said "Stop now, before we both get in trouble". "here is my Number call me later",she said.

I couldn't wait to call her. so I called her at night. she said she was thinking about me if I could come to her house. she gave me her address and I couldn't wait. I told my parents I am going out with my friends. and my parents didn't mind. I went to her house. she opened the door and there she is wearing bra and panties. she said "Come in". i went in the room was filled with candles. she asked me to sit down on the Leather Soda.

After that she came to me and asked me "Do you Masturbate". and I said "Do You?". she said "Yes, I do it twice a week, thinking about you". I said "Yes, I do and always think about you". I was so horny. my Cock was so hard now. she could see my cock. she came and sat near me. and said "Do you mind if I touch it". before I could say anything, I grabbed her and gave her French kiss. kissing her on her neck. I took of her bra and start sucking her nipples. I was in heavens.

she asked me to take my pants off. I did and then she start sucking my cock. the shaft and then my balls. it felt so fucking good. then we got into 69 position. She cummed on my face. and is Cummed in her mouth. after that we both start kissing. and then she bought some oil. she rubbed it on my cock and asked me to fuck her. it turned out she was virgin.

I start fucking her so hard. she started screaming and kept saying "oh yh, oh GOD, FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER, COME ON". and i was there enjoying every moment. she started shouting more louder and started saying "FUCK MY PUSSY, COME ON GIMME MORE.. CUM IN MY PUSSY PLEASE!!, MORE MORE HARDER COME ON OH YH SO FUCKING GOOD". I couldn't hold it any more and bang. I felt dizzy all my cum in her hot pussy, dripping from her pussy and my cock, and we felt a sleep in each other arm.

The Next day when we woke up, she gave me a kiss and said "Come back later, I have another surprise for you". and I said "I can't wait". so I went straight home. my parents asked me where I was all night. I said I went to my friend house and I slept there. they said "OK".

man, that was the best experience of my life. I cant wait to go back to her.

I pulled into the alley and whipped my battered '68 classic VW bug over next to the leaning cedar fence that led into Libby's backyard. They didn't have any pets so the gate was never latched used, the slant of the rusted hinges now crusted and frozen in the same half-open position for ay least a decade or so. I crossed the small unkempt yard and jumped up on the concrete porch bypassing the crumbling steps and went to the open backdoor from the quite kitchen. Sticking my face up to the old wooden framed screen door that had that familiar musty old screen fabric smell, I formed my hands beside my face like a SCUBA mask where I could faintly make out Libby's roommate Carmen sitting in the small living room at her desk top computer. In a fairly loud voice I said "Anybody home". Carmen bolted awkwardly from her seat with a guilty, nabbed in the act type, neck twisting jerk. "Dammit Sean, why don't you come to the front and ring the damn bell like everyone else. You scared the crap outta me you sorry asshole." She got up from the computer desk and added sarcastically, "Well don' just stand there like a fucking peeping tom, come on in and make yourself at home while I clean this pile of shit from my drawers."

I came on in through the unlatched screen door. "Sorry sweetie, you know I always use the backdoor. I'z 'specting Libby to be sitting here waiting on me, didn't realize you were in here sneaking peaks at porno sites, you might oughta consider closing the doors and pulling the blinds for that type of activity. Be a little discreet with yourself, ya know what I mean ?"

"I wasn't looking at any porn sites you goofy fuck. I'm trying to write my Lit paper that's due Monday and I'm drawing a complete blank on any fruitful ideas or any fucking ideas at all for that matter. Once again, I've got myself so screwed for fucking off the entire month and waiting till the last goddamned minute where now I'm stuck in this 911, SOS, super fucked upped desperate assed situation.. I don't know why I do this same shit to myself over and over again, isn't that what they call the definition of insanity?"

"Yeah, that stuff seems to really stress ya out, but, on the brighter side it also makes ya talk extra filthy." I gave her my sexiest wink. "Where's Libby?" I asked as I stuck my head in the lightly stocked refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of Michelob. "We're supposed to work out this morning , we got that stupid mixed doubles tournament coming up in a week or so. Tommy told me yesterday that Libby had done forked over our entry fees and last I heard we're supposed to practice with him and Lisa this morning."

Libby had been my regular tennis partner for the past year, neither of us were spectacular players but between the two of us we faired okay and managed to dodge total embarrassment at the occasional open tournaments held at the local city park courts. I'm a early 30's fairly recent divorcee and Libby is a middle 20's single with some mysterious out-of-town longtime boyfriend. We got thrown together by some mutual match maker friends a year or so back. No sparks flew but we had a common interest in tennis and neither of us had had any luck finding a regular practice partner so we began meeting weekends at the community courts just for the exercise and friendly competition. We'd play for an hour or two, work up a soaking sweat, follow up with a couple of beers while we talked about our stinking jobs then go our merry separate ways. Libby was a fairly tall brunette, lean figure with long athletic legs.

She had always managed to present herself to me as a very businesslike woman as if she was making a deliberate effort to keep our relationship in check, zero growth, stable at the exact level we had started. A logical, common sense, no bullshit type of gal. I had occasionally tried to imagine what it would be like to just attempt a conversation about anything sexual with Libby, I'd convinced myself it'd be so awkward that I'd inevitably wind up looking like some stuttering horny teenage kid while Libby would skillfully dismiss the subject and find a simple reason she needed to be somewhere else immediately. So, under these circumstances, I enjoyed the relationship as it was and refrained from screwing it up as was my usual MO.

Carmen is Libby's old high school best friend. I had met her briefly on several occasions when picking up or dropping off Libby so I had already got me a few small doses of her salty language and dry sense of humor. From what I had gathered from the vague pieces of information that I'd slyly extracted from Libby, Carmen was currently a part-time hairdresser and was going back to school in pursuit of her nursing degree. She had short blonde hair, a petite figure and an adorable ass. She constantly sported the most cutest "healthy & horny" expression pasted on her girlish pretty face that I'd ever seen on a grown woman. Today she was barefoot wearing some small athletic shorts that appeared to be pulled up a little too tight into her crotch with an old ragged Budweiser tee shirt that had been haphazardly cut off mid-belly. Her hair was kinda fussed up like she'd just crawled out of bed or perhaps just didn't give a shit. A most extremely sexy look - oh yeah - real damn sexy, believe me!

Carmen told me that Libby had got a call that her uncle who'd been very sick for quite some time had taken a turn for the worse and she had to head out for the hospital on short notice. She said Libby had tried to call me but had just got my voice mail. Of course, I had let my cell phone go completely dead before bothering to recharge it this morning. Again this was my usual MO.

"Well shit!" I told Carmen, "I guess I'm forced to go home and do my piled up dirty laundry. I was trying to put that chore off 'till the last friggin' minute like you tend to do with your school work. So far ain't nuffin working out as planned today - perfect!"

"If you was a real friend you'd stick around here and write that damn paper for me. I swear I've spent over a hour and a half staring at a little flashing cursor on that big blank screen just day-dreaming about a thousand other things I'd rather be fucking doing. So far, I've already accomplished absolutely nothing, except the strong urge to do something completely different than this. I got a neat idea, why don't you be a pal and stick around and see if you can help me come up with some ideas for this intriguing project. Really Sean, for some reason I'm just a total fucking blank this morning."

"Moi? Yeah right Carmen, and at the end of the semester you could conveniently blame your big fat "F" on my poor ass couldn't ya? Besides, I couldn't even write ya a good fuck story much less any type of college level paper and I'll guarantee ya I'm the kinda guy that would tend to be a lot more interested in a good fuck story than any of your boring ass homework."

"Well okay, then why don't you just sit down and tell me a good story Sean, make something up, tell me how you was born rich and how you accidentally fucked that all up like a dumb ass." she giggled at her own little joke then continued on, "Hey, you could even tell me one of your good fuck stories you've been talking about, or tell me about your wildest ever sexual blunder, anything that pops into your kinky little head. If you tell me a story of some kind I'll guarantee it'll get my mind to clicking and everything will start to fall into place and just flow right on out of me. Pleeeease Sean, come on be a fucking team player. Pleeease!!!!"

"Carmen, it's starting to sound like you're just wanting to hear me tell you some juicy fuck story."
"Maybe so, but come on over here and I'll enter it just exactly as you spit it out. When I see some words start to fill this perpetually blank fucking screen it'll get me going - you'll see. Come on you overly modest little mother fucker, pull up that chair from the kitchen table and let's get started."

"Hold up there just a minute baby girl. First you gotta promise me you ain't gonna get all offended and insulted or nothing like that cause the little tale I got in mind is sorta obscene, a little outta bounds and kinda extra private. If you ever go sharing my shit with Libby or any fucking body I'll swear you made it all up yourself or stole it from someone besides me. The dirty story I'm about to spill on your tender ears here in a minute is some pretty damn explicit shit...... so what ya want to do buckle up or bail out?"
"Yeah, right. I'm a big girl and I'm sure I've heard a lot worse than anything fixin' to come outta your prudish little mouth. I always figured you for lots more bark than bite anyways, Tarzan and I promise your secrets are safe with me, I'll either delete your stuff or store it in my 'Extra Harmless' file."

Carmen perched herself cross legged on the ottoman she used for a desk chair, she leaned forward to the keyboard and prepared to dictate my every word. I pulled one of their mix matched oak dining table chairs up next to her and in my gentlest seductive voice I began telling her this wild ass story that had remained burned vividly in my mind since the time it had occurred over 12 years earlier and it began as follows:

I was hanging around my partially furnished efficiency apartment one Friday evening having a few mixed drinks, watching some third rate sitcom reruns and wishing I had something better to do with my lonely self. I was startled when the phone rang since, unfortunately, I wasn't expecting no calls from nobody. So in a big rush I tripped and stumbled through my menagerie of scattered crap finding the phone buried under a pile of credit card offers and sale fliers, picked up the receiver and said "Hello" in an embarrassingly anxious crackly voice. The party on the other end of the line said "Hi Sean. You doing alright this evening?" in an shy but sexy female voice. She informed me it was Liz from apartment 218 upstairs and said that her roommate Prissy and herself were wondering if I might have time to come up for a few minutes, they had something they were wanting to show me. I told her "Uh yeah, sure. Yeah sure! Just give me a couple of minutes to make myself a stout drink and I'd be right on up." After hanging up I was mentally kicking myself in the ass about my "stout drink " remark since I faintly remembered being told by some of the neighbors that neither Liz nor Prissy were big partiers. I had also heard rumors from some of the guys that they were suspected to be lesbians so it probably didn't make any difference anyway since odds were this definitely wasn't about turn out to be no booty call. I had a well-earned reputation around the apartment complex as the fix-it-man for gadgets, appliances and other small repairs so they were most likely planning to flirt and tease just long enough to get some free labor or easy fix-it instructions out of me but, what the hell, it wasn't like I had another damn thing to do at the time.

I made myself an extra large bourbon and diet coke in a 32 ounce travel cup, leaped up the concrete stair steps, down the outdoor corridor to the door labeled 218 and rapped very businesslike with the little metal knocker thingy attached to their front door. Prissy opened the door wearing a thick white Terry cloth robe and stuck her wet head out to look each way up and down the corridor. She said "Come on in Sean" in a nervous tone. My first thoughts were that they're most likely having some clogged shower drain problems and that was something I was not gonna be able to help them out with much unless they happened to have their own snake and plunger. Damn the sorry luck!

Prissy was a large boned girl with seductive pouty lips along with a high cheek boned very pretty face - not overweight in any way - but broad shouldered and wide hipped. She had light brown skin that hinted of some Hispanic maybe American Indian blood but no detectable accent so it remained a mystery. She sported a pair of magnificent large breast that I had only seen her inadvertently show off once late one evening while I spied on her lounging solo at the pool in her one piece bathing suit. She had long straight black hair and deep dark eyes. She took my drink from my hand, placed it on coaster on the large living room table and said "Follow me back here Sean and I'll explain to you what I need."

I followed her back to the bedroom and as she pushed the door open I was more than surprised to see Liz lying naked on a queen sized bed with only a white she covering the matress and her curled in a semi fetal position. She was attempting to stare into her own armpit while making a shy effort to conceal at least some portions of her exposed body. Liz was practically the exact opposite of Prissy being that she was very thin, small tits with pointy nipples and pale creamy white skin - what I might describe as 'slinky'. But my description somehow doesn't do her justice because I swear this was a beautiful, sensuous and sexy lady. It's hard to explain but was also just as plainly undeniable. Prissy asked that I be seated in a recliner they had placed at the foot of the bed and relax while she explained their unusual situation to me. I did as I was told rather swiftly since I was needing to squat somewhere to hide my shamelessly growing erection.

Prissy stood beside the bed and began her explanation in a matter of fact manner. She began by saying "Sean, Liz has a fantastic and beautiful body as you can see. But knowing her intimately as I do I am aware of the fact that she is very, I mean VERY shy and embarrassed about one of her particular body parts. I personally find this particular body orifice of hers to be my most treasured means of pleasure and Sean before the evening is finished I totally expect you to understand why I feel this way. As it turns out, Liz had promised me earlier today that she would complete a certain task and then later on she unfortunately decided not to do this particular task for some reason still unknown to me. She knew that, without a doubt, there would be severe consequences for her refusal to complete her duty and that now brings us to why I had Liz call and invite you here this evening. Sean, if you'll agree, I would like to have you witness very closely as I have my way with Liz anally. Although I may opt to administer some lightly painful effects Liz will at no time suffer any physical harm, mainly her own shame and embarrassment will be her punishment. I do not plan to allow her any vaginal stimulation during this session and you will not be expected or allowed to participate in any role other than observing unless I decide otherwise. I alone will direct all activities and administer any punishments as I deem fit throughout the entire session. If for some reason you can't handle this requirement we'll stop now and forget the whole thing ever happened. Regardless of whether we decide to call it off or proceed, if you ever dare to so much as mention this to anyone we'll both swear on our mothers souls' that you're a sorry lying piece of shit. So Sean, shall we play?

Note : This story is completely fictional!

"Well now what do we have here, a piglet! Where's your collar?"

"The master had it removed in the smith shop."

"Show me your brand!"

"Here near my anus #MM-1245" She turned spreading her cheeks
revealing her identification number.

"Very well Piglet, were you ever given a human name?"

"No mistress, my previous owner referred to me as M4. I was his
Midget sex slave number four. He won me at an auction as a virgin
sex slave when I was eighteen. I'm nineteen summers now. When he
died I was sold off as part of the estate auction since he had no
heirs."

"Where were you propagated?"

"I was bred at the Moor slave farm in a special division for the
propagating and rearing of midgets. They have their own auction
house."

"I've never heard of Moors; what region is that in?"

"Sorry Mistress, I only know it was three days in a cage-wagon to
my first owner's farm. This auction was an eight day chained
march from
there."

"What size cage-wagon was that?

"It was not a large wagon we were ten female sex and house slaves
in it, squeezed together and collar chained to an iron bar in the
floor.
In the evenings a fresh layer of straw was thrown in and then some
gruel and water.

"Did you feel ill treated being transported under those conditions?"

"Sorry mistress, what is ill treated?"

"Well it means that someone is not being nice to you, making you
suffer under terrible conditions."

"I'm a slave mistress I don't understand how I could suffer or be
ill treated."

"So you accept that an owner can exploit a slave like an animal?"

"Yes of course Mistress, I'm chattel not a person."

"You don't think you're better than animals?"

"I don't think there's a difference mistress, I served my owners
sexual needs; animals are used in other ways."

"How many slaves did your first owner hold?"

"The drover boss counted sixteen sex slaves and eighty-five
field and house slaves when checking the inventory papers."

"How do you know that, can you count?"

"A little mistresses but I have almost total recall. I heard
the boss drover count us, while sitting on his horse, as we
were being chained for the march."

"How did you keep up in an eight day march with those legs?"

"The sex slaves were collar chained in a grid four across and
four rows, separately from the others. We were four midgets on
the inside and the drovers allowed two slaves to carry us,
four-handed seat
style when we got really tired; after two day though the four of us
were transported in a cage wagon."

"I thought sex slaves were always transported in cage wagons?"

"The auction house representative said we were out of shape
and that the march would firm us up so we would fetch a better
price. They got the cage wagon because we slowed the drive too
much. "

"Did the drovers use your body?"

"The auction house rep. wouldn't' let them penetrate us but
said they could thigh-fuck and have us blow them. So whenever
they stopped to water the animals we were busy sucking or
being thigh fucked. Sometimes the drovers would jump from
their horses and cling to the moving wagon sticking their
cocks inside to be sucked. Also during
the overnight stay in the corrals; they said we needed the moisture."

"Drovers can be amusing at times; so no penetration sex?"

"Not with the sex slaves but some of the house and field
slaves were used that way in the night. I could see parts of
it because the
drovers had lamps. They beat some with the riding crop, before and
after. Some of the male slaves were beaten too, for looking at the
drovers in a certain way they said, while they were using or beating
the females."

"Interesting pastime for drovers but necessary I suppose ...
yes well,describe your auction then. Women are not allowed to
attend slave auctions; I am always curious about the
proceedings and having total recall you should be able to give
me all the details."

"Yes mistress, I remember what the auctioneer said as he
described my body and documentation history to the prospective
bidders:

`Look what my keeper is leading out of that holding cell. His
hand is holding its chain at the same height as the slave's
neck collar. "I was lifted up on box next to the auctioneer"
`My honourable and disguished gentlemen, this next auction
item is for estate unit number thirty-six on page eight, a
very rare and unusual example of the dwarf female sex slave
category. We have not been able to offer such a
thoroughbred critter for many years. It is perfectly proportioned
standing three foot eight inches, as you can see with a very pretty
and sweet face. Beautiful unblemished alabaster skin, nicely shaped
thick thighs, a striking bubble ass, long golden blond hair with a
full red bush below and nicely pointed breasts.'

"He flicked my tits with the riding crop letting them bounce
and then motioned for me to turn and wiggle my ass." `I ask you
gentlemen, is that not a perfect body to pick up and ram?' "He
padded my ass and
thighs several times with the riding crop." `Look at that ass and
those fatty thighs jiggle. Nice and soft, there's an inch of comfy fat
there; this property was bred for one reason and one reason only, a
fine gentleman's comfort. The cunt is of course trained like all sex
slaves for pleasuring the penis. This particular unit can grasp and
hold your manhood, until you command a release but fortunately this
property is slavishly...obedient.'

"Loud laughter from the crowd, as he emphasised the word
`slavishly' strongly;" `The previous owner referred to this
unit as squeezy in hs chattel log. This critter also comes
equipped with unusual long tongue, which is useful for many
applications... ahem, except for of course backtalk.'

"There was more laughter from the crowd." `Show the gentlemen
your snake slave.'

"I licked the bridge of my nose, resulting in an amazed and
approving murmur from the crowd." `The unit is also rated very
high in lesbian sex techniques. It has never failed to satisfy
another female, human or slave, great for visual performances.
Totally submissive, no
discipline necessary here, unless of course you take pleasure in that
recreational activity known as: beating the flesh; if so stripes show
exceptionally well on this type of fair skin. This unit is just pure
pleasure for any new owner and of course propagated and trained on a
sex farm, it has never known clothing and would be very uncomfortable
wearing any. Besides, fitting a sex slave in anything but an iron
collar is against the law but then what goes on in a harem stays
there.

`The registration is sex slave brand # MM-1245, the deed
details its pure-bred pedigree with a direct blood-line
through seven generations of midget propagated units with no
escape violations on either the male or female side and all
documents are verified by the property registry office with
dated wax seals.

` Like all of our choicest selections, this unit has been
available for witnessed and duly recorded; thigh-fuck and or suckling
trails in the last thirty days for prospective buyers of proven means,
with no complaints. Let me see here ... ah yes, forty-eight honourable
gentlemen plus, ahem ... yours truly have tested its oral skills and
muscular texture; in my case... of course, just to make sure the unit
functioned according to its specifications. You can't endorse a
product, I say...without sampling it first.'

"There was roaring loud laughter from the crowd."

`There is a prorated buy back clause from Moore's sex slave
farm for breeding purposes, good for another six years. As you
might not know propagating these units is highly specialized
and should be left to experts and not until age 25 or so. Take
it down the catwalk keeper and stop when asked. Please
gentlemen, feel free to physically examine this unique
property.'

"The Keeper lifted me down to pace the catwalk on his chain, I
strutted my stuff while bouncing my flesh in the most desirable
manner. Stopping when he yanked my chain to display my brand or turn
showing any part of my body requested and then prodding me on with the
riding crop. Many potential buyers groped my thighs, fingered my
vagina, slapped and clasped my ass and squeezed my tits or asked to
see me lick my nose. I loved the attention and the admiring looks. I
am multi orgasmic and soon had cum running down my thigh." `Look!

"The auctioneer beamed when I arrived back at the stage." `This
property is so hot from showing and being groped that juice is running
down its thighs. This is a natural born sex slave relishing its status
in life, guaranteed to give any gentleman, his wife or mistress years
of enthusiastic service and appraised at much more than the starting
bid with no reserve.'

"Well there's no need for a reserve on that little sex pistol.
Someone in the crow yelled."

`Be that as it may, the papers guarantee multi orgasms if you
care about that, with men or women. Can I hear the starting bid
gentlemen as noted in the catalogue?'

"I don't know much about numbers or money mistress but there
were many, many bids while I was being displayed along the
catwalk again.I recognised many gentlemen who had tested me
during the thirty days, including the Master who finally won
me. I heard from someone in the crow after the final bid, that
it was a new record for a non-virgin
sex slave in any category. I had the great pleasure of suckling the
Master many times in his fancy carriage during the three day trip
here."

"Alright pig, I've heard enough! In this house I hold legal
title to ten chattels that I refer to as a heard of pigs, well
nine and one piglet now. I could care less about how much you
cost the master. As
to your offensive claim that a lowly subhuman swine can achieve a
sexual climax! I don't ever want to hear that again! Understood!"

"Yes mistress I'm very sorry."

"A pig slave is a non-person and sexual pleasure is the sole
domain of human beings. Neither do I care much about how
beautiful you are or about your long golden hair. If it were
not for the master who visits occasionally, I would have you
all shaven bald; that would be so much more hygienic. Instead
your hair will be done up in a tight bun, where it won't get
in the way. The only attribute you have of importance to me is
that protruding flesh on your ass. I share an interest in that
area, porky, with the master for a different reason. Display
it!" Pig ten swung her long hair aside and eagerly arched her
back gyrating the requested globes, hoping for a hands-on
inspection. The mistress studied it carefully for a moment
while piglet maintained eye contact; she then signalled her to
turn back and then cast a meaningful eye to a riding crop
hanging from a slave's cunt. "You are merely an extension of
my will...pig! My personal pleasure...is your singular reason
for living. I refer to all my slaves' as swine, pigs, sows,
porky or such ... because...they are! So... it will be up to
you to know, when you are spoken to or gestured at. In other
words, you would be very foolish to ever... take you eyes off
me unless ordered...even for an instance!

"Failing to carry out any suggestion made immediately...being
that spoken, gestured or implied, will result in up to ten
lashes on those `protruding...fleshy...buttocks of yours!" She
emphasised the words in an erotic tone and then took a deep
breath. "I use the word `suggestion' in the sense that you
don't need to obey me if you don't want to...as long as you
are willing to face the consequences..." she took another deep
breath while eying piglet's ass and then the riding crop.

"In a little while I will take extraordinary delight in
impressing upon you, the value of focusing your undivided
attention on the only... human being...in these chambers. It
will also ensure that your blasphemous claim as to a slave
attaining a sexual climax will be
forever wiped from your feeble sub-human brain. First though, I want
you to look at each swine around you and tell me what you see?"

Every fibre of her shapely little body was now igniting with
sexual tension; her whole being was about submission to an
owner's pleasures. She didn't miss her reference to the crop
but she relished this new experience, of being unnecessarily
threatened into submission.
Inflicting pain was an owner's privilege and did not lessen her desire
to obey. She had never been beaten before but now, the thought of pain
and then satisfying her mistress sexually became an aphrodisiac. She
could feel the juices stirring in her crotch as she eyed each of the
other slaves in turn.

They were all on their slightly spread knees revealing their
bodies in profile to the mistress, except the slave standing
next to the
mistress with the riding crop hanging from her vagina. All were
beautiful and smiling with sweet angelic expressions, heads slightly
lowered and cocked with faces turned towards their mistress, the
fingertips of their praying hands just touching one cheek. Their
elbows were lifted, accenting their perky breasts and every pair of
eyes were fixed, with a glazed devoted intensity on the mistress.
Every luscious body of various racial backgrounds had a curvaceous
body in common. They were all about her age or a little older and
obviously adored their mistress.

She was desperate for the feel of a female body, any female.

Her mind wondered while she focused on each of her sister sex
slave, to her last owner's death, to the drovers and then the
auction house. There she was exhibited outdoors daily on a
raised porch, neck chained to a post on public display along
with many other beautiful and
desirable females, each holding a sign with a stock number on it. Well
dressed gentlemen on the sidewalk would look over the collection of
female slaves at their leisure, sometimes motioning one to turn one
way or another.

They had been trained by the auction house staff to smile
seductively at potential customers with a sweet `please buy
me' expression. She knew this was done to increase the number
of bidders for the upcoming monthly auction date. Less
desirable slaves on another porch were auctioned weekly. At
least once a day a customer would go to the sales office with
her number and a keeper would unlock the chain and lead her
back to one of the inspection cells. There she was groped and
sometime thigh-fucked but mostly performing blow jobs on the
prospective bidders. This was always done under the watchful eyes of a
keeper to make sure that customer did not attempt vaginal penetration
but more importantly to make certain that she performed the requested
sex acts with a deliberate and heated passion. When done she would
wash her customer's penis. After he left she washed her own body and
was then quickly taken back outside, chained to a post, smiling
hopefully and seductively at the next gentleman catching her eyes or
ogling her body.

She was hands-on coached by the auction house owner or an
assistant several times in the first few days and occasionally
after that. They directed her to moan and groan erotically as
they fondled and groped her body roughly at times; also while
being thigh-fucked or sucking cock. After ejaculation she had
to thank them sincerely in her
sweetest voice and describe how honoured she was to have satisfied
such a distinguished gentleman.

In the case of a blow job she was to stay on her knees and
look up adoringly while sucking every drop out of his shaft.
All the while
making contented moaning sounds while trying to catch every glob of
semen dripping from her chin and covering her chest, stomach and
thighs.

She was instructed to look down scooping the globs with her
fingers and then look up with a grateful expression, sucking
them clean making contented ah and um sounds. Most gentlemen
and the drovers demanded to watch that. Finally while washing
his penis with a warm cloth she was to express her sincere
hope and desire for such an honourable gentleman to bid on her
at the auction.

Between the drovers and the auction house she had sucked many
cocks and downed a lot of semen. Maybe all her fingers and
toes times the fingers on her one hand but she had lost count.
She had never imagined that she would ever suck so many cocks
in a short time. Her training however had taught her over and
over again, that to question an order from a citizen owner was
a serious violation of the law punishable by a severe flogging
or even death by hanging, that was her fate as a slave.

She had faced the day of the auction with a sense of relief.
She was proud of her body and loved the ogling adulation from
the large crowd. Every gentleman there wanted her body and she
wanted one of them. She longed for one owner and the private
security of his harem.

She loved her new owner who had left her here with his
mistress and her lesbian side now yearned to surrender her
body and will, to this
dominant woman with an obvious fetish for the female buttocks, or on
her orders any one of her luscious sister slaves. She imagined a
continuous orgy of erotic punishment and repeated commands for a
variety of lesbian sex acts.

Snapping out of her reverie she faced her mistress again,
smiling enthusiastically careful not to appear too eager. "My
beloved mistress I see the sweet reverence of love, deep
affection and the profound desire to submit their bodies to
any pleasure the mistress could desire." She spoke hoarsely,
revealing her sexual passion while
falling to her knees, adopting the posture and yearning expression of
her sister slaves taking care that her ass profile was maximum to her
mistress's eyes.

"Very good piglet, you learn quickly for a sub human swine,
now let me make something very clear. Your mistress and my
kind were created by a divine higher power to rule and
exploit...the inferior orders of sub humans for their own
good! To you then, I am...undisputedly therefore...the
proprietor of that power. Since you and your kind, are
helplessly ignorant and incapable of independent thought, that
higher power has bestowed upon me ...by divine right ... the
responsibility of controlling every aspect of your life."
Piglet felt a strong surge of moisture in her vagina, as her
obedient disposition doted on very word of this new
experience; she worshipped her mistress already.

"Some time ago while praying for guidance when dealing with the
dim-witted behaviour of sub-humans, an angel appeared to me in a
vision. I was assured that the riding crop by itself, although a
consecrated entity, lacked a deeper spiritual connection without a
dedicated altar. I was then given a directive for having a sacred
behavioural modification altar constructed.

"The altar; includes the sacred number of seven motivating
elements with their triangular shapes representing the holy
triad. The angel assured me that the ceremony, provided that
the crop is wielded by a divinely inspired soul, would impart
a passionate love and unselfish devotion in any sub-human
chattel for its possessor.

"As you have seen by the sweet devoted faces around you, this
altar combined with the crop performs miracles. Occasionally a
sow will
pass an entire day without the need for a corrective ritual. Such
extended good conduct by swine is unheard in other households.

"A minimum of one daily ritual on the altar for all sub-human
creatures was recommended by the angel in order to discourage sinful
behaviour. Every pig...should keep that in mind and if an entire day
should pass for any pig without a violation; that pig will be allowed
to request permission to mount the altar for a voluntary crop ritual.
If I generously decide to accommodate such a plea, that pig will then
choose the altar settings but not the number of strokes, stroke
intervals or the degree of force with which the crop will strike
the...ass flesh...; my hand...wielding the holy crop is always
directed by divine inspiration following a solemn prayer."

She then pointed at a contraption resembling a footstool at her
feet.

To be continued...

Oh I am pig, it gives me extreme pleasure to see those stripes
and maybe next time we'll have seven."

She released her breasts and then pinched each nipple hard,
pulling on them for a moment, smiling even sweeter. She leaned
forward to ease the pain and then got a fierce stare. She
cringed and slowly leaned back while her tormenters facial
expression eased as her tits became even more pointed than they
were. She tried to smile at her mistress as the pain increased
until her nipples were suddenly released and the mistress
slapped them hard twice; to one side and then the other.

She fell back a bit but quickly recovered and expanded her
chest thrusting it forward while smiling obediently; presenting
her tits for more of her mistress's sadistic pleasures. She
received a muted yet triumphant smile in return; having
apparently satisfied her mistress's need for total submission
while eagerly volunteering for more pain. Her mistress then
reached for her breasts gripping them lightly with her thumbs
and fingers. Pig 10 leaned forward, pressing her painful flesh
into the grip of her tormenter, while again smiling obediently.
The grip then gradually became vicelike and increasingly
painful as her hands twisted one way and then the other while
she smiled icily. Suddenly she released her and slapping her
tits several times.

"Get up and display your ass again pig," She rose quickly and
presented her sore buttocks, "oh those striped protruding
alabaster globes, umm I relish those pink hues turning red
now, and...oh...that gives me such pleasure. You do... want to
please me, don't you sow?" Her fingernails pinched her ass
flesh in several places and then her soft inner thighs in
about ten places before ordering her to kneel again.

"My mistress pleasure is truly my pleasure, nothing else
matters in my life." She answered as she endures the pain of
the pinching fingernails and then took up the praying position;
doing her best to smile sweetly through her tears but despite
the physical pain she truly meant every word from her heart.
She passionately loved her mistress; there were no other
emotion possible towards an owner in her makeup.

"But now, if you are a really good pig every day and make no
punishable mistakes, I won't see those stripes on your
alabaster skin or witness your honeydew tears. That would make
me very sad."

"Oh my mistress," she sobbed, "only your happiness matters. The pain
of receiving those stripes whenever you wish to see them and my tears
is my life. I don't see why I would need making a mistake to mount the
alter."

"Do you still believe that a slave can enjoy sex?"

"No mistress, I'm very sorry to have been such a fool, Thank
you for teaching me the truth."

The mistress then prayed and ordered her to go the rounds. She
was disappointed and frustrated as she presented her ass and
belly to her sister slaves. The pain she could deal with; that
was part of a natural law for slaves but there was no sex, no
closure. She needed to serve someone sexually; there were no
other purpose to her life. The tears kept flowing but no
longer from pain; her heart was crying now. She had never been
asked to do anything by an owner the drovers or auction house
staff that didn't result in sexual fulfilment for them. She
would cum many times during a sex act but the most powerful
feeling would come when her owner was totally satisfied. A
rush would then surge through her body from the gratification
of knowing that her one and only reason to live had been
fulfilled. She realized now how fortunate she had been with
her first owner; no wonder she and the other sex slaves had
loved serving him. She also thanked her own memory for the
answers about receiving pain, drilled into her head for years
at the sex farm. Answers she had never thought would be
needed.
She could feel the sympathy and solidarity from their wet lips kissing
her burning cheeks and sore belly. She slowly completed her rounds and
then returned to get her teary streaks dried with rouge before taking
up her position. She noticed during her kisses that no other pig had
nail marks on their breasts. So she assumed that she had suffered
extra pain as part of a ritual initiation.

The sacred riding crop ritual

The crop by the mistress's command was a sacred icon to be
revered; for the slaves it represented an instrument of
unavoidable pain and suffering to be expressed with passionate
conviction and pleasure. At no time during their waking hours
were they even for one instance able to escape its
intimidating presence. It completely dominated their lives to
the point where eating and other necessary daily functions
became mere distractions. The crop was nearly always in their
field of vision during their waking hours and in their dreams
at night

The tip of the riding crop was flexible and split in three
pliable four-inch leather strips. Those ends had to be
maintained in a moist warm cunt sheath when not in use. When
removed it would strike the flesh a number of times and then
be returned. It was displayed for the pigs during mealtimes,
propped up on two supports at the edge of the mistress's
dinner table.

At night it was placed horizontally in two hooks connected by
an inverted tee to the bottom of a wood pole hanging from the
ceiling. The pole was mounted in a pivot allowing it to turn
on its own axis. A large vane was attached near the top with a
return spring system; when catching a draft the pole would
turn and then slowly return it with a creaking sound. At bed
time the altar was placed under the crop and surrounded by
seven large flickering candles, which burned all night. The
candles were there to keep the crop warm but also gave it an
ominous life of its own, as the shadows of the crop turning
and creaking intermittently played on the walls and ceiling
beams, reminding any slave not sleeping of the hopelessly
tenuous tread separating her from an inevitable encounter. The
question was not whether her flesh would have a painful
incident with the crop but for most days, when and how often.

In the morning and after each meal the mistress rejuvenated
the crop in a formal ritual. After praying, sitting in her
chair she would hold the crop away and angled up slightly.
Each pig would then kneel in turn with her hands in the
praying position under the crop and suckle on the flexible
tips. The mistress kindly raised or lowered the crop to fit
the ends in their open mouths, Next they would shuffle over on
their knees to one side, their hands still in the praying
mode, where the keeper of the day was positioned lying down
with her legs spread and knees pulled up. They would kiss and
lick her cunt passionately, inserting as much saliva in it as
possible. When all were done the keeper would stand and the
mistress then inserted the business end of the crop in her
vagina where it would stay until meals or bedtime, except when
a pig presented her precious flesh on the altar to atone for a
committed sin.

To be continued...

************** Part III *****************

The sacred behavioural modification altar.

The altar stands about one foot high, a foot and a half wide and two feet long. The top forms an arch four inches higher in the middle where seven triangular rotating oak spindles span the width of the altar, about an inch and a quarter apart.
Both ends of the altar are flat and smooth; only the slaves belly rests on the spindles. Each triangular spindle can be rotated with a knob; selecting one of three, three quarter-inch sides: one flat, one convex and one concave; or one of three more or less sharp vertexes; the sharpest being slightly blunted in order not to contaminate the altar with the blood of a subhuman.

For the benefit of Piglet the mistress asked for a volunteer from the herd to demonstrate the altar ritual required for offering ones body and character in the holy ritual. All nine pigs excitedly raised their hands. The mistress nodded at a slave next to Piglet. She also motioned for her to crawl in between her and the crop keeper to closely observe the ritual.

The selected girl crawled to the device and then kneeling with praying hands smiled sweetly at her mistress. A condescending nod commanded the chosen pig to rotate each `motivating element' until the mistress was satisfied. Each spindle was now set at the sharpest apex. The girl did not look at the settings but closed her eyes and gingerly draped her body over the altar. Her legs were stretched to the floor as far as she could, with the soles of her feet vertical and her arms straight out with her finger tips on the floor. Her head was craned up and turned toward the crop. Her beautiful shapely ass was now high and helplessly exposed to the mistress's will. Piglet watched her grimace as the sharp edges dug into her flesh. The mistress closed her eyes, praying silently and then slowly but deliberately reached by Piglet for the crop.

The keeper moved closer, fitting the hanging crop into the palm of her hand. Then as everyone in the room held their breath, she pulled it out of its vaginal sheath. The tip was then presented to the victim's lips, letting her swallow and suckled on it. When it was withdrawn the victim looked the other way and waited her body tense and trembling. The mistress whacked her ass twice and then deliberately inserted the crop into its sheath, as the slave cried out "oynnnnnnk oynnnnnnk." She then rose, presenting her ass to the mistress, who smiled contently stroking the marks, then making her turn to display her striped belly. Smiling again she traced the marks with her fingers and then folded her hands closing her eyes for a moment and prayed.

"I have prayed for you swine, make your rounds." She walked to the farthest slave in the room and presented her ass with her hands in the praying mode, smiling back at her mistress. That slave wedged her praying hands in between her thighs and warmly kissed both cheeks sounding a loud oink with each kiss; she then turned to receive a kiss on her belly. Each of the remaining slaves except the crop keeper then repeated the ritual. Piglet was then ordered back to her original spot.

After Piglet had kissed her cheeks and belly the slave returned to her mistress who used a small pad to dab something on her face. She then crawled back and knelt next to Piglet again.

The mistress eyed Piglet. "I want you to look deeply in to the eyes of this sow, who has voluntarily felt pain for you."
Piglet stared into a beautiful oval Latino's face with large almond eyes and full sensuous lips, smiling bravely through the teary streaks decorating her cheeks. They were reddish and she realized now, what the mistress had dabbed on the face was rouge, which dried the tears leaving red streaks. There was no anger or resentment in her face, only an expression of companionship and acceptance of the fate they both shared as slaves.

"You see how the sow smiles? She...volunteered to demonstrate, displaying her love for me and gladly accepted the pain for your benefit. How do you feel about your pain sow?"

"My pain and tears is the price I gladly pay to confirm my love for a mistress who prays on my behalf to correct my ways. My beloved mistress needed to demonstrate the mounting of the sacred altar to relish the holy crop; I was honoured to volunteer."

"You may both look at me. Now look around the room at my herd of sows one at the time piglet." She eyed each beautiful angelic face in turn as they returned her gaze and then returned it to the mistress.

"You see this entire herd of swine ... worship their mistress... as all sub-humans must! Only a sacred daily punishment regimen performed with love, affection and combined with prayers can encourage and maintain that devotion. There is regrettably no other way to amend the here ditary flaws of sub human swine."

Piglet was given the signal to crawl to the altar. She reassumed the praying position and waited for permission to adjust the spindles. When the mistress nodded she proceeded to turn each knob, clicking them one notch at the time while maintaining eye contact with her mistress, until she was satisfied. She then closed her eyes and draped her little body over the altar presenting her plumb ass as required. Unable to reach the floor with her hands or feet she felt the sharp edges work in to her belly while the mistress prayed. She watched the mistress's hand reach for the crop handle and slowly pull it out of the keeper's cunt. She suckled it eagerly tasting the keeper's juice on the leather. When the mistress removed it she turned her head away and waited. The middle blocks were fairly sharp while the other four seemed flat. The first lash found its mark on her flesh and she, cried "Oooouuuhs," loudly and instinctively jerked her arms and legs forcing the full weight of her body onto the painful motivating elements. She quickly resumed her position trying to minimize her weight on the altar.

"What did I hear a human sound? How dare you pig?"
She corrected her mistake and cried, "Oink, Oieeenk." Then after a slight pause, she got two more one light and one very hard in quick succession.

"What did the sex farm teach you about pain, Swine?"

"If my owner's pleasure is to beat my flesh, then pain is my pleasure." Three more quick ones followed, then a small pause. Then one more and a long pause where she was made to wet the crop again. Finally two not very hard whacks landed with a short pause and then one last very painful lash. The mistress seemed to deliberately vary the timing and force of each stroke; confusing the victim's expectations thereby aggravating the suffering.

She oinked loudly; no longer feeling the pain in her stomach as the mistress reinserted the crop in its warm and wet human sheath. She was ordered up to display her ass while the mistress prayed. When she opened her eyes again she smiled contently surveying the now multi coloured fleshy bubbles, "How do you feel now... Pig?" She asked breathlessly, with a passionate erotic timbre in the voice, almost as if she had reached a sexual climaxed.

"Rewarded Mistress ... I'm so rewarded."

`But, you are crying and the...tears ... are pouring down your rosy cheeks." She was breathing deeply now, transported.

"Tears are the sweet, honeydew of life Mistress."

"Taste your tears!" She used her long tongue as instructed.
"Tears are salty, are they not swine?"

"Ah Yes, my beloved mistress ...but it is also the sustenance of all life even for slaves and animals," she sobbed slowly/

"Slaves are inferior, sub humans!"

"Yes my mistress, inferior and much less useful than live-stock, yet we breathe and procreate; only of course when blindfolded and closely supervised by our human masters." The mistress smiled contently, pleased with the mindset of her piglet.

"Face me now," she turned as the mistress viewed the three
vertical red stripes across her belly. "Ah, your alabaster
stomach display stripes so well," emphasising the word
`alabaster' strongly. "Doesn't it pig?" She reached with both
hands and dug her fingernails into her breasts making her
cringe, forcing her to her knees..

"Yes mistress I'm gratified that you are pleased." The
fingernails dug in deeper holding them there as she smiled
sweetly at her helpless victim.

It was 3.00am - my wife Julie was just coming in. My beautiful voluptuous wife of nine years had been out at a work night out party, someone's leaving do.
She wasn't a small girl, lots of sexy curves with lovely big breasts, and a smile to die for. She wasn't the kind of girl normally to show herself off, and usually covered up but getting ready tonight I saw she was wearing a skirt showing her legs, and a top which made the most of her breasts. She finished off her outfit with her knee high boots.

I had taken her into town and dropped her off. Just before she got out of the car I said, "You look fucking gorgeous, really sexy. If you don't pull, i'll be having you when you get in"
"I'm allowed to pull then, am I?" she smiled.
"As long as you come home to me you can snog and do whoever you like" I joked.
She turned back to me then. "So if I get off with someone you won't go off on one?"
"Of course not"
"I'll hold you to that"

I heard the front door open and the heels on her boots clicking on the tiled floor. Then the light switch, fumbling and rustling, then the click of a lighter; she was having a last cigarette before coming to bed.
Five minutes later she came into the bedroom. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, how was your night, good?"
"I pulled!" she exclaimed.
"You what?" I Iooked across in the dim light; she was pulling her skirt off over her boots.
She dropped her skirt and got straight onto the bed still with her boots on and slid one leg over mine. She cuddled into me and as she did I felt her knickers were wet and warm, She'd clearly been horny, but why? She pulled my head close and kissed me passionately, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
"You said I could"
"So what happened then?"
"I went outside,and was having a cigarette, this guy came over and we got chatting, we were out nearly an hour"
"An hour?!"
"Yeah, well...we were on our own"
"Hang on, no-one else came outside for an hour?"

She pulled away slightly then, and I could sense her hesitating. "Well, we had....moved away, went somewhere else"

Two feelings suddenly went through me. With a bloke for an hour, damp knickers? I had the feeling that my wife had been been up to 'something' with another man. The second? That my cock was rising, I realised that I was getting turned on by the thought of my wife with another man.

"Didn't you tell him you were married?"
"Yeah, but I said that you weren't there, and if you were that it would have ruined my chances!"

She was being honest and I had said she could pull, although I didn't think I had meant it like this at the time. I had just wanted her to get attention and enjoy it as it made her feel good. But now it was doing the same to me! So I pressed her for more.
"So, where did you go?"
"He kept saying how nice I looked and being really sweet. It was nice someone else saying that about me so when he moved in to kiss me I didn't stop him"

My cock was raging now and I had my hands on her thighs, squeezing her ass and pulling her close to me. My hard on was pressing into her, and I could feel her relaxing a bit, so coaxed her to tell me more.
She ran her hand over my chest, leant to my ear and whispered, "It got quite passionate and I could feel his cock pressing against me just like yours is now. His hands slipped round to my breasts and he was caressing my nipples. I felt really horny then, and thought, 'You said I could', so I suggested we went elsewhere"
I gasped out loud, pulling her tight to me, pressing my dick against her, imagining my sexy, curvy wife leading this man, not her husband, away by the hand, her pussy getting wet, to somewhere where she could be more intimate with him.

"You're fucking loving this aren't you?" she said "It's turning you on"
"Yes....."

She was relaxed now, telling me and getting into her stride, and ran her hand down my front, grabbing my cock and started to slowly wank it. "We sat in his car and started kissing again, he was squeezing my tits and I was rubbing his dick through his trousers. He has his hand on my leg and ran it up my skirt to my pussy, it was already wet; he slipped his fingers in my knickers and was rubbing my clit and slipping his fingers inside me.
I undid his trousers and got his cock out, I loved feeling it, big, hard and throbbing in my hand, and wanted more so leant over and sucked it".

I gasped again, and now she was enjoying this.
"Yeah, I sucked his big hard cock, sliding my lips up and down the shaft, licking precome off the end as I squeezed it out. I loved hearing him moan as I took it in as deep as I could, moaning like you are now"

She wasn't wrong, I was so turned on at the thought of my wife sucking another man's cock.
Julie got up and sat on top of me. She slid her knickers aside and took my cock into her wet hot pussy.
"I'm not the only one turned on am I?" I asked as I felt her juices running down my balls.
She started riding my cock, I could feel it deep inside her, and her body shuddering as it slid in each time.
"I loved making him feel like that, I wanted people to see us, I wanted you to be there, watching me suck him off"
"Did you fuck him?"
"Not this time, but when I go out again, i'll be looking for a guy to fuck, bring him home and have you watch him slide his big cock into me, and come on my face, You like that? Your wife's face dripping with another man's come, tasting it and letting it run onto my breasts?"

I could feel my balls swelling and I knew I was going to come soon
"I sucked him hard, wanking him with my mouth and hand and .." she kissed me again hard, tonguing my mouth, sucking my lip "...made him come in my mouth. Can you taste it, his hot come, his big hard cock? I can and I fucking love it, his hot come down my throat."
"You dirty fucking slag"
"That's right right" she said, "That's why I wore a skirt, I wanted to get some cock tonight and I got it. Your wife's a filthy slag and you fucking love it"
With that I came so hard then, my body tensed, my throbbing cock, pumping, filling her wet pussy full of come, the second lot she'd had that night. She carried on fucking me, getting faster, "This isn't the last time either, i'll be out looking for more"
She came with a scream that seemed to last all night, slowly running out of breath and eventually collapsing next to me.

We lay there for a moment, the silence only broken when she leant over, picked up her hand bag and got her cigarettes out. She lit one and exhaled satisfyingly. She turned to me and kissed me "But i'll always come home to you".

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