Wife 535 by Dirt Man
A Dog Fucking Story about a Wife and her BDSM loving husbands Bestiality adventures.
Summer in Piccadilly is a hot affair, even the streets steam up after the sun rises. I was glad therefore to be in this little fish and chips shop enjoying my friends company as well as the air-conditioning when four nice married white ladies came in and sat at the next table. Now normally I wouldn’t be eavesdropping, but my ears perked up when this cute little blond starts complaining that she isn’t getting enough at ye old family estate by her wimp hubby.
“You should try shagging the help,” said the long haired brunette on her left, and all four ladies laughed at that, but then the woman continued in almost a whisper. “I tell you Yvette, if I were in your lucky shoes, married with money and bored, I’d be shanking that black Gardner you have.”
That got my undivided attention.
“Chris fired him last week for some silly little screw up,” Yvette whispered nervously, “and what is it with you and this black fantasy trip anyway?”
“See those men,” she obviously meant me and my friends, “I’ll make you a bet that there isn’t one of them under 8″ in length.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Yvette returned, “Chris is at least 6″ in length, and that’s as big as any man gets.”
“Any white man maybe,” replied the brunette under her breath, “so bet me then, I dare ya.”
By now my friends had become interested in the conversation at the next table as well, and all were turned looking at Yvette for her response, as were the women at her table.
“What’s the bet?” Yvette said sticking out her chin.
“Okay, if any of these guys are less than 8″ hard, I’ll be your slave for one month, do your errands what ever. Fair enough?”
“And if I lose?” Yvette asked, now trembling.
“Then you become the sex slave of the one with the biggest dick between them for one month.”
I liked where this was going, and so did my friends, but the chances of this wealthy socialite lowering herself down to the level of that of a common whore was remote at best.
“No bet then,” Yvette said to me and my friends misfortune, but then she added, “If you become my slave I want more from you than mere chores, after all, if I lose I have to fornicate, so if you lose, you have to fuck Percy too.”
Now I didn’t know who Percy was, but I was hoping that the brunette had enough faith in her bet not to worry about that guy, after all, she had the winning hand.
“You retched bitch,” shot back the brunette, “no way does fucking a dog compare to fucking Niggers,” then she looked at us and said, “present company excluded of course,” but when she turned back to Yvette, “still, I’m so sure of my bet that it’s a deal.”
“You heard her girls,” Yvette snapped back, “if she loses she becomes Percy’s bitch, and you girls can watch too.”
The other two ladies nodded their heads in agreement the dishwater blond even blushing in the process, and as Yvette and the brunette shook hands on the deal, Yvette added with a cruel smile, “And no show is the same as no 8 inches, bitch.”
That surprised the brunette, because it hadn’t occurred to her before that moment that we might not be willing to show our genitals to them, but when she looked our way I winked.
“Deal,” responded the brunette as we turned away.
At that point the fish-n-chips shop suddenly became quiet, save for the mom and pop couple working in back, and the traffic passing by out front, since the ladies, me and my friends were the only customers there.
“Well?” Yvette broke the silence, “Ask them Monica.”
I heard a chair move, then felt the tapping of a finger on my shoulder.
“Excuse me sir,” Monica said.
“Yes?” I replied, as innocent as a peeping tom in a line up, “What’s sup momma?”
“Oh, you’re Americans.”
“You got that right,” I said.
“My friends and I were wondering, that is, if it isn’t too much of a bother, you see we made a bet, and well now I’m on the spot, but we were wondering if it’s true what they say about black men, and could you prove it for us?”
“Whoa!” I replied. “Let me get this straight, you want us “Niggers” to pull out our cocks so that you can measure them for some stupid bet?”
“Yes, quite right!” Yvette was suddenly there to protect her part of the bet. “I don’t blame you for being insulted either sir. In fact if I were you I’d leave right now, and never look back.”
“Is that so?” I said taking in Yvette’s petite self righteous smug snobbery. It was going to be great having that sexy body of hers as a plaything for the next month. Still, Monica wasn’t part of the deal, and I wanted some of her and her two other friends as well, after all, I was going to be in the UK for the next two years. So looking back at Monica I asked, “What’s in it for us? My friends and me I mean.”
“My bet with her is,” Monica said, pointing to Yvette, “that none of you here now is less than eight inches in length when hard. If it’s true the biggest cock gets to have Yvette here as their sex slave for a month. Isn’t that right Yvette?”
“True,” Yvette said blushing, “but if even one of you can’t measure up, this bitch here,” she pointed back at Monica, “has to become my personal slave for a month, and also fuck this dog we know about.”
“You know,” I began, taking the spokesman’s role for my friends, as they nodded in approval, “you ladies should be ashamed of yourselves, for even considering such a bet, let alone making one like this. I can see that all of you have rings on your fingers, which means you’re married for one thing, and your clothes denote a certain amount of standing in the social ladder for the second matter, to be acting like some dirt trash whores arguing over a client. And then to involve strangers too? We could be axe murderers for all you know!”
The blonde was just delighted with the outrage in my voice, savouring that moment when she was sure I would refuse Monica’s request, and therefore make her the winner.
“No,” I said. “We, my friends and I, won’t allow you to humiliate us in public for your pleasure without some real compensation.”
“I beg your pardon?” Monica gasped, thinking that I was about to betray her.
“I’m saying, that one slave isn’t enough. We want all four of you. Her as the slave,” I pointed to Yvette, “and the rest,” I moved my hand to include Monica and her two other friends, “as sort of a contributing conglomerate so to speak. In other words, we’d like you and your other two friends to join us for an occasional romp while we train Yvette here.”
All four of the ladies froze, stunned at my proposition. Yvette was actually perspiring above her lip, but the dishwater blonde and the auburn haired fox were smiling shyly, and Monica looked like the cat who had just eaten the mouse with that grin on her face.
“I think we can make some sort of arrangement Mr.?”
“Call me GW,” I offered, then looking at my friends, I stood up and unzipped.
My friends did the same, and one by one we each reached into our trousers, and hauled out our cocks, laying them there on the table for all to see. It sounded like a butcher’s shop as each man’s still limp black meat slapped onto the speckled white Formica topped table in the Fish-N-Chips. The four women all standing now, looking in shock at close to four foot of black cock their mouths open in awe, as the least biggest soft had to be nine inches in length, and that belonged to Frederick on my left. Fred is a local who stands about five foot eight with a well trimmed body, and a thin moustache. Across from me stood Lyle, at six foot two, lean and rugby handsome with that gold earring in his nose, and 11 inches of cock now semi-stiff in front of him. Jason, on my right looked more like a basketball player than the professor of history that he is standing at six foot six with a goatee, and ten inches of flaccid wang flopped on the table. My cock laid out at all of 12 inches for all to see, and it was beginning to grow.
“So do we need a tape measure?” I asked, and one look at those four salivating ladies told me, “I guess you win Monica.”
“She sure as hell does,” Yvette breathed at last, then looking right at me added, “Master.”
Believe me, it was harder to put those monsters back in our trousers than it was to whip them out as they were all growing, but we did, and in five minutes time we, all eight of us, were moving out the front door headed for my hotel suite, each man carrying the monogrammed panties of one of the ladies sticking out of his breast pockets. Yvette’s in mine.
I had the cabby stop in front of a sign that said, “Tattoos & Piercing” on the way to my hotel, and when Yvette and I re-entered the cab my pockets where a 100 pounds lighter in foot notes that is, and Yvette’s pussy now had a 24 kt gold ring pierced in the left labia minor, and all of her pussy hair shaved away. I didn’t know or care how she would explain it to her husband, but it was her first commitment to me as my sex slave of the month. A test to see if she was willing to go through with the bet, and proof positive, that she had lost and was mine to do with as I pleased.
In the lift up to the penthouse, I had Yvette strip down to her black ankle strapped high heels, and gave her clothes to Monica as a prize. Then I put the studded dog collar I’d bought from the man at the shop around Yvette’s neck and held on to the chain leash as the doors opened on my floor.
“This is how you will always enter my home Yvette,” I said as we all enter my suite, the other’s chuckling around us as I laid down the law with her. “In my presence you are no longer Yvette. You have a new name now, more befitting your stature in life. From now on you will go by the name, “Cunt.” Do you understand?”
“Yes Master,” she replied, and the embarrassment that had flushed her face in the elevator when she’d been made to strip flushed over her whole body at this latest humiliation, “I’m your cunt.”
“No,” I instructed, “you are not my cunt, your name is Cunt. Cunt”
“Yes Master.”
“After all, a person is what their name implies they are, but a thing is known for what it is, and you are a Cunt. Right?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good. Go fix us some drinks Cunt,” I pointed to the bar, “I’ll have a Glenlevet on the rocks.”
The others put in there requests, but each made sure that they addressed her as Cunt, and nothing else, even her girl friends. Her humiliation was such that the flush of red wouldn’t go away, and she literally looked as red as a pussy inflamed with sexual heat as she served each person their chosen beverage from the complimentary bar. No one was really talking as they wanted to see how far I would take this, and when all the drinks were served I took up where I had left off.
“Very good Cunt,” I said taking my drink, and as she stood there before me, I reached between her legs, “I like how you’ve pampered your skin to a rose petal smoothness. It goes well with the ring don’t you think?”
“Yes Master.”
“Unfortunately, now that all that nasty pubic hair is gone I can see that you’ve never been properly stretched out down there, isn’t that so?”
“I, um, don’t understand Master.”
“Well here,” I took the mirror I’d gotten from the bathroom and gave it to her, “see for yourself, your pussy isn’t very big. I said look at your cunt, Cunt!”
“Yes Master,” she complied, actually shivering in the warm room.
“Spread your legs wider so you can see better. That’s it, look right up into your own cunt, Cunt. See what I mean? It’s almost virgin tight down there. Who you been fucking, needle dicks?”
“I…I guess so, Master.”
“Go show everyone how small a pussy you have, they want to see too.”
Yvette, now known as Cunt, did as I instructed, tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks as she did, but even so, it was obvious that she was turned on at her forced exhibitionism as her snatch was nearly dripping wet already. I watched as she made the rounds to each person there, and noticed that she spread her legs much wider for the men than she did her lady friends. That she flushed beet red showing her pussy to Monica and the other two ladies in total embarrassment, so I made her show them all her ass hole once she’d gone around. Chris, you should have been there. Wow! What an ass! She bent over in front of each person, legs spraddled, then reached back behind and pulled her ass cheeks wide open so that they could all see her privates. The thing is, none of the men could resist taking a taste of your wife’s openly displayed crotch, commenting on how delicious it was. What blew me away was when the women each poked a finger in either her asshole or her pussy to see if what I had said was true about how tight she was.
“You’re absolutely right GW,” Monica said, “but then I’ve always known that Cunt was a tight ass bitch.”
“Monica, you are being too kind,” I said, laughing with the rest of them, “don’t forget, if you had lost, she’d have had you mounted by a fucking dog.”
“Yes, so true,” Monica reflected, revenge festering between her ears.
“I think you’ll have to introduce me to this Percy fellow, once I have Cunt trained. No sense in letting a good tight ass bitch go to waste after all.”
I thought for a moment that Cunt would faint when she heard that I was thinking of breeding her to a dog. A dog that she herself had forced into that stupid bet.
“No problem, he belongs to my neighbour GW,” said the auburn hair with the Prince Valiant hair style.
“Yep,” Monica said, “and if Stacy is right, that dog is fucking the old biddy that lives next door to her.”
“Is that true?” I asked looking directly at the dishwater blond.
“I don’t know for sure, but I think so, and I’m Jen by the way,” she said in answer to my unspoken question.
“Thank you Jen. Okay Cunt, stop showing off and go fetch me that wine bottle that’s open. The one with the long neck on it. Yes. That’s the one. Bring it over here and set it on the table. No, not there, by the edge. Yeah that’s it. Now sit on it.”
You could have heard a pin crashing on the carpeted floor after that last instruction.
“Please Master,” Cunt begged whimpering now.
“Do it!” I commanded, putting an edge into my voice that bordered on violent intent. “You made the bet, you lost. You were so sure of yourself then weren’t you. You never envisioned this happening to you did you? Just the same, it is, and you’d better learn to live with it. Of course you could always welch on your bet. But that wouldn’t be quite proper for an English lady, now would it Cunt? You see, the name fits you like a glove. Lady Cunt. Now squat! I ain’t about to scrape the skin off of my cock breaking that pussy of yours in. That’s it, lower, take in some more. More! Keep going, pry that twat open! Yeah, that’s good. Now let’s see you fuck up and down on it.”
All of us watched as Yvette, with her legs wide apart squatting over the wine bottle began to fuck herself in front of us. In no time Lyle had his cock out and was stroking it. Then Jason and Fred followed suit. It didn’t take long for the other women to move in on those growing black monsters, and soon three white heads were bobbing up and down over three black cocks sucking them with real enthusiasm. It was time for me to join in and have some fun so I stood up and lowered my drawers in front of Cunt.
“Suck it Cunt,” I ordered, and her eyes went wide as now semi erect I was close to 13 inches in length.
Still fucking herself, Cunt bent over grabbing my dick with both hands as she did, and hefting it to her lips opened her mouth and took the whole head inside, her eyes crossing in the process. So far, everything I’d asked of or ordered Yvette to undertake, had been complied with, even though I was sure by now that I was her first black lover. Her first Nigger dick as it were. That she had gone this far inspired me to take her further, possibly further than she’d ever thought possible. I was going to have to live in England for the next two years, and one month wasn’t going to be enough of this blonde dilettante, not by a long shot. True, she was married, but that was her problem, not mine as I watched her go through her first orgasm of the night, on the neck of a wine bottle as she sucked her first black dick. Again she shivered, only this time not from humiliation, but from pleasure, or maybe even from both. I had to find out for sure.
“Stick a finger up your ass Cunt!” And as she did, her body went through a trembling that was incredible to behold. She was turned on by all of the abuse, and the humiliation she was being made to undergo, and now I knew I had her for sure.
“That’s it, you nasty white bitch! Cum! ” I snarled, “Suck that big black cock good and hard! Cause you know it’s gonna bust that pretty pink pussy of yours wide open, like a can opener gutting a cow. Yeah, that’s it slut, suck it goooood! And maybe then I’ll even pry open that virgin asshole of yours for your hubby.”
Looking around as I chuckled I saw that the other three women were straddling my friends cocks in various states of undress, getting their own pussies stretched out, and they could have cared less what Yvette and I were up to. It was then that I realized that Monica had just been trying to help her friend out by suggesting that she start screwing around with the black Gardner. She’d never meant to get into the bet, but saw it as a way to help her tight assed friend get some real enjoyment out of life. I guessed, and properly so by what Monica later told me, that her, Stacey, and Jen had been fucking black men on the sly for years. Yvette was the only one in the group who hadn’t joined in on the fun, at least until now, and that due to her inane bet with Monica. All the better I thought to myself, thinking that two years working for my company in the UK wouldn’t be so bad after all, under these conditions. Now, with my dick hard at just over 13 inches it was time for some white booty. So I pulled my dick out of Cunt’s mouth, and slapped her face with it several times, just for fun.
“That’s for taking your time in following my orders,” I said, “from now on when I say squat you squat!”
“Ye…ye..yes, Master.”
“That’s the spirit slut, now get up off of that wine bottle and turn around so that I can fuck you like the bitch in heat that you are. Move!”
She did, and much faster too, even spreading her legs, and bending over, she again pulled her cute butt cheeks apart for me. I stared enraptured at her neat little slit, held open as if a clam coughing up a pearl.
“Ooooooh baby, you are such a pig, aren’t you.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good, I like that quality in my whores. The raunchier the better, and you my dear, sweet, little Cunt, will become my masterpiece. Now beg me to stick it in. I want to hear you pleading for my big Nigger dick.”
“Oh please Master!”
“You heard me, beg!”
I don’t know if the next few moments were taken to gather up her courage or her resolve, but the outcome was what I’d hoped for.
“Please….” she whispered starting.
“Louder!” And I slapped her ass for good measure leaving my hand print in pink on her flesh.
“Oooooooo, please Master,” she cried out this time, “Fuck my little white pussy with your great big black Nigger dick! Fuck me! Please, Fuck me! Stretch out my dirty cunt so that it isn’t fit for a little pimple dick ever again. Use me any way you wish, just fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me Master!”
As she begged, I moved right in behind her guiding my dick head to her open porthole, then taking hold of her slim waist line just in front of her hips I pulled her back and thrust my hips forward successfully spearing three inches into her hole and making her twat bulge out like a balloon about to be popped.
“Uhn…oooooh shit! It’s too big Master!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch,” and I slapped her other ass cheek leaving matching hand prints.
I gave her a moment to get accustomed to me, then pulled back a bit and pushed three more inches in. It would have been impossible to do if she hadn’t have taken on the wine bottle and gotten all lubed up, but now, even as tight as she was, I was able to thrust into that tight nooky and not damage her.
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhgggggggg! You’re killing me!” She screamed.
So I slid my hands up to her tits and squeezed her nipples hard to draw her mind away from her sore pussy, and as I did I shoved another three inches up her snatch, going farther than her husband could ever dream of going I still had three inches hanging outside.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!” She cried out, but this time Cunt was cuming like gang busters, and her ass wagged back at me as if in search of even more black dick, her body trembling convulsively, like a mare standing, muscles shaking to thwart flies. “Oh! Oh! Ooooooooooooooooh damn!! I’m cuming! Oh fuck, I’m cuming Master!”
It was weird, the way she said it, as if she’d never had an orgasm in her entire life, but that couldn’t be true as I’d just seen her cum on that wine bottle. Instead of shoving the last three inches into Cunt I started to fuck in and out of her vice like pussy, and that kept her cuming for the next five to ten minutes off and on.
“Uhn, oh, uh, yes, uhn, yes, fuck me Master! Fuck your Cunt! Fuck your Cunt!”
“Wow!” Cried out Stacy, “Look at Yvette…..er I mean Cunt!”
“Go Girl!” Fred called out as he left sucker bites all over Monica’s heaving breasts.
“Yeah,” Monica panted, “I’ll bet she don’t stick her nose up at the mere mention of dark meat from now on.”
“Oh? So you think you’re better than blacks, is that it Cunt?”
“No…no Master…not now……no.”
“But you did, didn’t you?” And I slapped her ass again when she didn’t answer right away.
“OW! Yes Master.”
“I should throw you back in the elevator and send you down to the lobby just the way you are for that, bitch. It would serve your bigoted ass right.”
“Please no, Master, please!”
“Okay, I won’t. But in return, you are going to be my little toy until I leave this Island, and you’ll do what I say, fuck whom ever I want you to. Do you understand me bitch?!!”
“Ye..yes, yes Master.”
“Yeah right,” I said, then to Lyle, “Hey man, go get my camera. I want some memories to take back to the states with me.”
“Oh please Master, no pictures,” Yvette started to struggle with me to get free, and I slapped her ass, really hard this time.
“Listen up bitch! It’s either the camera, or the lobby, make up your mind now!”
“I can’t,” she blubbered, “please, don’t do this to me. It was only…..a bet……”
“Yeah right, and tell me how you really wouldn’t have made your friend fuck a damn dog over a stupid bet.”
“I wouldn’t have,” she whined, and that’s when Lyle took the first picture, “Noooooooooo!”
“Too late now Cunt,” I soothed, then resumed fucking in and out “Now if you welch on me, I’ll be sure to send a copy to all of your high society friends, and I’m sure Monica and the girls have the addresses that I’ll need for that. But hey, look on the bright side, you’ll never be bored as long as I’m here.”
She was beaten, and she knew it as Lyle took one picture of us after another while I fucked her senseless. Even managing to get a few close ups.
“Noooooooo! Noooooooooo! Noooooooooooo! Oooooooooh, I’m ruined! Ruined!”
“Hey baby, don’t worry, that pussy will shrink right back in 24 hours. Well, almost. Still, hubby won’t notice, they never do. Of course you might have a hard time explaining all the piercings to him.”
“But….”
“Oh, didn’t I tell ya? I’m gonna have your nipples pierced too.” And I twisted her titty nips hard.
“Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhgggggggggggggg!” She screamed, the camera flashed, and then she passed right out crumpling to the carpeted floor as she slid off of my dick.
“She fainted,” I said.
“Man,” Lyle said, “That last shot is a shot and a half, it will look like she’s cuming like crazy in that when it’s developed.”
“Oh, too bad,” I said, “I forgot to have you load the camera with film. Well, maybe next time.”
Part 2
Daylight whispered outside the bedroom window of Monica’s apartment, the sun yawning brightly licked at the sweat on Cunt’s bare cum flecked ass, soiled from her last ass fucking with Jason, Lyle’s load still dripping out of her gaping well stretched pussy slice below to puddle on the sheets. Only Monica had been able to stay the night, but as a precausion they’d moved to her place if Yvette’s husband called, and Cunt’s, (formerly Yvette’s,) face lay in Monica’s splayed, (and now completely shaved,) crotch where she had fallen asleep, or passed out one. Looking more like two naked teenagers at an out of control sleepover turned orgy, more than they did the sophisticated adults they represented in life, it was nonetheless gratifying to know that both these white sex goddesses were my devoted sex toys now. Mine to do with as I chose for as long as I wanted to do it.
Already Cunt the pixie blonde, had allowed her flesh to be pierced for me with half inch gold rings in both her nipples, and one in her clitty hood, and both women had shaved away all of their pubic hair for me, with Monica promising to shave her head bald as a cucumber today as a sign of her fealty as well. Today, of course, had arrived at midnight, and she had been shorn in her sleep, and was now as bald on top as she was everywhere else, smiling angelic in her sleep unaware of her fate. I’m a firm early riser, and so, giving Cunt’s ass a playful slap at 7:30 AM.
“Wake up sleepy heads, your Master needs serving!”
“Huh? Wha…….time……is it?” Cunt moaned stretching, and in the process waking up Monica, but that’s when she saw the change in her best friend,”Oh my!”
Monica, completely unaware of her situation, was about to have a very bad hair day indeed, because as she yawned and stretched, the hair from her head moved as well, scattering everywhere.
“What the…….? My……my hair!” Monica yelped, seeing her straight tresses here, there, and all over her and the bed, she reached up to her billiard bald clean head, and froze in shock.
“You did promise, didn’t you?” I reminded her cuttingly, wagging my limp prick before her face, “you swore on my cock after all.”
“Yes, but I was going to have it made into a wig,” she whined, her face scrunching up as if ready to cry.
“Ah, but isn’t that up to your Master to decide?” I asked, as her eyes followed my dick back and forth as it became semi-erect.
“It certainly is Master,” Cunt vouched, though I’m sure for her own selfish reasons. She at least still had her head of hair, but it would be tough to explain to her hubby as Yvette, about all the rings piercing her flesh, so she was exstatic to see Monica now in the same kind of boat she was floating in. After all, Monica had won the bet that had put them here in the first place, even though it was Cunt who had insisted on the insane bet in the first place.
“You two can cat fight about this later,” I said, seeing them both ready to rake their nails at each other, “however, right now, your black master wants his slaves cleaned up, and serving him breakfast within the half hour. We have a lot to do today before I can let Cunt become Yvette again, and go home to her husband, and not nearly enough time to do it,” and giving them both a possesive swat on their rumps as they hustled past me on their way to the loo, “now let’s get going! Oh, and Monica, find something appropriate for Cunt to wear today. Something befitting her new stature in life.”
“Yes Master,” Monica replied tartly, with a fiendish grin widening on her face.
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My lower jaw nearly hit the floor running when Monica led Cunt into the front room by a chain style dog leash attached to a studded leather dog collar. The stunning blonde pixie debutante, use to dressing in silks and lace, was now in leather, chains, and fishnet, with flesh flashing every which way, that had a profound effect from a male’s standpoint. It spoke of cheap, in that universal context affiliated with paying for one’s pussy. The black leather mini skirt, split in back at the hem showed the top of her black fishnet stockings held up by a black garter belt when she walked, along with some naked thigh, and fit snugly tight right up to the chain belted waist, where the matching long sleeved black fishnet collarless shirt tucked in, and where the black leather vest with chains snapped to hold it in place, barely hidding her pierced nipples, began. If Cunt were to bend over or even sit, her sheer white panties would be exposed for public display to anyone who cared to look. Yet what set it all off, and spoke volumes for the word cheap was the way the make-up had been applied to Cunt’s face. Sleazy, barely describes it, as I’m sure they used half a tube of bright red lipstick for her mouth, and all of the mascara in the neighbourhood for her eyes, but the effect was astounding, as Yvette’s own mother wouldn’t have recognized her let alone her own husband if he saw her now. Truly, Yvette was the quintessential Cunt standing there before me, and would fit in easily under any street light, just add a burning cigarette between her lips, and well, you get the picture.
Monica on the other hand was dressed in a cloud of white see through veils more or less looking like an evening gown it functioned well enough to hide her white garter belt and stocking tops, allowing for an occasional dose of cleavage, and a flash of bare ass, or titty meat when she moved. Her make-up conservative, she’d gone with over sized ivory hoop earings to offset her bald pate, and the effect had my dick throbbing in my trousers looking back and forth between these two tarts.
“Wow! Now that’s what I call eating pussy,” I said, licking my lips, and making them giggle like school girls. I can’t wait to show you two off tonight.”
“Where are we going Master?” Monica asked for both of them.
“Why no where dear,” I replied. “Unless you mean who’s going next door to fetch Percy.”
“Percy?” Cunt gasped.
“Why yes, didn’t I tell you? How rude of me to forget. I talked to Monica’s neighbour, and as luck would have it, she’s off for the weekend, and she needed someone to look after her puppy for her, so I volunteered us for the job. One of you can go pick him up in half an hour, she just wanted to bath and feed him herself before leaving. Such a thoughtful woman really, didn’t want us to have to fuss with him and get all wet you know. So, which one of you is going to get him?”
“I’d better go, he knows me,” Monica offered after some moments of thought.
“Good,” I said, “that’s settled, and since you were so brave Monica, and jumped right in to do your Master’s bidding, I think that Cunt should be the first to offer her services to Percy for his pleasure, don’t you?”
“As you wish Master,” Monica replied, a sadistic grin washing over her face in triumph at Cunt’s wide eyed, opened mouth response to my filthy suggestion.
There was no doubt in either of their minds that Percy’s sole reason for being brought over to Monica’s was so that he could fuck these two women in front of me, and each other, or anyone else I invited over to watch. I had a sneaking suspicion that Monica was no stranger to bestiality, and may even have enjoyed Percy in the past, but Cunt was a different story all together, this would be her first time no doubt, and with all of the pictures I had of her fucking and sucking four Niggers, she had no choice in this matter either.
“Oh, and by the way Monica, didn’t I hear you say that you had a video camera?”
I thought Cunt was going to faint, vomit, or both, but somehow she managed just to shiver with pure revulsion at the suggestion that she would be tape recorded while getting royally fucked by a dog no less.
“Cheer up Cunt,” I said, looking at her down cast face, “it could be worse you know. After all, the old biddy didn’t have to give the dog a bath.”
About a half an hour later, as Cunt was down on her knees sucking on my big black night stick, Monica arrived with what is popularly known back in the states as a junk yard dog. A mangy cross between a Rottweiler, and a German Shepard, big black and so ugly it was cute, and not overly aggressive, but a tail wagger for sure drooling slobber from the left corner of it’s mouth, tongue hanging out as it panted looking dumb and happy both at the same time as Monica brought him right up behind Cunt. The large animal taking a quick sniff at Cunt’s panty covered crotch, as dogs are want to do, and Cunt let out a little squeak of protest as his tongue lashed out against her bare inner thighs.
“Don’t move Cunt,” I directed, “don’t forget, I still have those pictures,” then to Monica, “take Percy and go get set up with the video camera in the bedroom. I’ll bring Cunt in shortly.”
“Come on boy,” Monica said, patting his head then pulling on his leash, “I’ll bet you never felt a bed as nice as the one in my room.”
Once they were out of earshot I laid down the law to my personal plaything, and told her what I expected of her in the next several hours, months and years. She wasn’t the happiest of campers by any means, but she did realize that she had no choice in the matter anymore, and at last, head hanging in shame, followed me to Monica’s bedroom if not eagerly she was at least resigned to her fate as a human Cunt.
Just outside the door to Monica’s bedroom Cunt took a moment to gather herself, and straightening her shoulders, she lifted her head up, took a big gulp of air and opened the door. Percy waited for her laying ontop of the covers, his stub of a tail wagging furiously. It was as if the animal knew exactly what was in store for him next, and no doubt if the rumors were correct about the lady who owned him, then he was in for a treat for sure. Monica was behind the camera taping already.
“Okay whore, lift your skirt up a little, and lower your panties,” I instructed, “Nice and slow now, you want to entice him, he’s your lover after all.”
Cunt did a pretty good job of imitating a stripper taking down her sheer white panties, then flinging them to Percy first for his nasal inspection, she crawled up on the bed on all fours as if on a runway with an audience in attendance cheering her every cat like move. Her pussy wet with heat dripping down along her inner thighs.
“That’s it Cunt,” Monica said, “crawl right up there like you were going to have me do. Play with his shaft some, that should get him worked up. Yeah, use your hands stroke his sheath like that.”
Cunt took her instructions from Monica, reluctantly at first, but resolved to endure her humiliation she began to adlib on her own. Soon she had the barbed tip of Percy’s canine prick sticking a good six inches out of its fur covered sheath, and it was still growing. However Percy started growling under his breath as his need for relief began taking over, and suddenly he was up on all fours on the bed moving in behind Cunt, blatantly licking at her exposed posterior.
“Don’t move Cunt,” I warned, “just let nature take its course. Monica, get some close in coverage please.”
“Way ahead of you GW,” Monica replied, “man, is this some hot shit action or what. He’s got his tongue inside of her pussy already, and look at her wag her ass back at him! What a fucking Cunt! I can’t wait to see him put the meat to her.”
Indeed, Cunt was getting turned on by the dog’s tongue slithering in and out of her pussy, and up and down her crack. So much so that we could hear her moaning in pleasure, and that’s when I signalled Monica to be quiet and turn up the recording sound to catch it all.
“Ohhhhhhh,” Cunt moaned quietly, the slurping of the dog’s tongue almost competing in decimal value, “ooooooooooh yes Percy. Eat me baby! Lick that hot snatch you nasty son-of-a-bitch! Shit! This is so fucking gross, can’t believe how goooooood, oooh yeah boy, like that! You’re gonna make Yvette cum doggy! Ah, uhn, oh, don’t stop, uh, ah, oooooooh!”
I moved over behind Monica, and had her bend over so I could fuck her while we taped the dog fucking Yvette the Cunt. Monica’s eyes never left the camera as I drapped the skirt of her dress up over her back, and guided my big black dick into her soaking wet white cavern, and started a rhythmic in and out pace. Letting out several grunts as her pussy quickly got used to my third leg pumping her sluice.
By now Percy had had enough of foreplay, and decided to mount his latest bitch, doggy fashion of course, and as he did, Monica zoomed in for a tight close up. It took several stabs, but suddenly Cunt reached between her legs, took hold of the animal’s cock, and guided it right into her human pussy. I nearly came when I saw her do that, and Monica did as that thick ugly canine tool barged right on into Cunt’s bald little twat, and stretched it out like an elephant going into a gopher hole.
“Ahhhhhhhh, oh shit!” Cunt cried out, “Motherfucker! That’s gonna hurt tomorrow!” Then she did some adjusting. “Now fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, you filthy animal bastard!”
We could barely believe our ears hearing Ms. High Society herself beg that damn dog to screw the shit out of her, as it were. His cock almost a blur as he held onto her leather covered thin waist with his forepaws, and rammed his fully nine inches of throbbing male meat into her pulsing steamy cauldron, trying to jam his growing knot inside of her too. And Cunt, rocking back and forth on her hands and knees as if she’d been born for this moment, was loving every inch of that knarled piece of dog dick pounding into that pliant, squishing, flesh hole of hers.
“Yes! Oooooooh yes!” She was cuming already. “Good doggy! Good doggy! Stretch that pussy boy! I want it alllllllll! Yeah! Fuck me like a dirty bitch whore you mongrel fucker! Fuck Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Then as we watched in awe, as the knot of Percy’s cock suddenly popped right inside of Cunt’s already well stretched vagina causing her to hump and buck like a stuck pig on a pike pole. The damn knot had to be as big as her fist then and we knew that it was still growing in Cunt’s twat as Percy’s thrusts slowed down and came to a halt altogether.
“He’s cuming! Cuming in my cunt! Oooooohhh shit! So hot! Soooo fucking much cock! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggggg! Cuming! Cuming! Cuming!”
Cunt’s hands were balled up into tight fists clenching at the sheets as she now rested her upper torso on her elbows, while Percy lay spent still mounted to Cunt’s hind-end. Tied cock to twat with his human bitch he panted for breath as slobber dripped down from his jowls to splat on her leather vested back. In all a most grotesque, and utterly obscene picture of largess gone astray. I came like a water buffalo up Monica’s twat then, inducing yet another orgasm in the shaved hedonist as Cunt came again just from the knotted dog dick squirting in her pussy, some already leaking out around their connection to the coverlet below.
“He’s stuck up me,” Cunt bleated when she at last caught her breath, “I can’t believe there’s a dog cock stuck in my pussy. I’m so stretched out down there now that poor Chris won’t be able to tell if he’s in me from now on. Oooooh! Oh shit! Shit! Shit! It’s like delivering a fucking beach ball with that knot of his!”
“Go over and help your friend, Monica,” I said, “get under her in a sixty-nine, maybe that will shut her up.”
Monica didn’t even debate the fact, she rushed to do my will, knowing full well that once Percy pulled his prick out of Cunt that she’d be getting a face full of dog jism, and then some. Moving right off of my night stick, leaving me to tend the camera with a soiled cock, Monica was soon face to cunt, lapping away happily, as she fed Cunt her own soiled twat in return. It was a lovely coupling of two beauties lezing it up while a mutt stood overtop of the duet with his cock still lodged in his human bitch getting his dick licked by another. The close ups I got were Academy Award winners as you can plainly see Monica’s tongue sliding along licking up scum from both her friend’s pussy, and the dog’s cock at the same time. Of course without her head of lustrous hair, you’d never know that it was Monica doing such a thing, and it goes without saying that you’d never recognize Yvette as Cunt the way her make-up was spread on so thick. However with bodies like their’s no one would care about who they were if this film ever got onto the open market, only what they were doing.
“Okay Monica,” I instructed, “now when Percy’s prick pops out of Cunt’s twat, I want you to take it in your mouth and suck it nice and clean. Don’t worry about all the slime washing over your face when it happens, just concentrate on sucking that nasty old dog dick for me. Oh, and Cunt, after your pussy is drained, I want you to swing around and help Monica suck that cock, oh, and lick the goo off of her face too while your at it.”
“Y..yes….Master….as you wish,” She replied, making a gruesome face and shuddering.
“Good, I want you both smelling filthy of sex under your perfume when we go out dancing later. I’ve managed to get you both a hot gig at a local strip joint tonight, and if you’re good enough, they’ll pay me just for the chance to fuck your asses off.”
“You’re turning us into whores?” Monica asked stunned, but I suspected also excited by the possibilities.
“Hey baby, I ain’t no pimp, but you two sluts need managing big time if you expect to be treated to all the black dick you been begging for. Besides, you know you’re whores already, why not make a buck or two over the weekend in the process. Them gold rings cost money you know, and hubby ain’t here to pay your bills. Of course I could sell this tape instead.”
“No!” They both cried out at once, and that was when Percy pulled his knotted prick out of Cunt’s twat.
As if flood gates had been swung wide open, a torrential outpouring of dog sperm rushed from Cunt’s pussy and spilled down onto Monica’s face and neck. Percy’s cock now free was grabbed in Monica’s right hand and guided into her open mouth where she began to suck as if ravenously thirsty. Percy gave a little yelp, but calmed right down again as he slid off of Cunt’s back to stand on all fours again, turning his head to see that Monica had his prick down her throat. I actually think the bastard smiled then, I know I did closing in for a tight shot of dog dick in between human lips. Cunt waited until the deluge evacuating her pussy slowed down then sat up letting the rest drain onto Monica as well before turning around to help suck on Percy’s cock, and lick up all the scum from Monica’s face and neck.
We had a couple of hours to kill before we had to leave for the strip joint, so I had Cunt give Percy an old fashioned blow job, and then Monica got naked and we had her sit in a nearby chair so that Percy could fuck her face to face missionary style. That part of the tape is so nasty it would make maggots vomit, because as Percy swapped spit with Monica, French kissing his bitch as he screwed her like a man would, Cunt was made to lift up his tail, and tongue out his asshole. She nearly puked until I shoved my dick up her rump to draw her mind on something else. I can’t get over how quickly she changes from prim and proper prig to down right nasty pig in two seconds flat when she’s turned on Chris, and man was she turned on. Your wife even licked my dick clean after fucking her ass when I was through, and without me having to tell her to either.
As they were freshening up I exchanged the tape with a blank one, and put it in my carryall under my clothes. I didn’t want them getting any ideas about backing out of this deal, and was taking no chances at all that they might try to retrieve the tape later when I wasn’t looking.
In very little time we were ready to depart for their debut as strippers. I’ll tell you how it went when we get back. Your wife doesn’t know it, but this place only caters to an all black male clientele, and Monica has assured me that your wife isn’t on the pill, or using any type of birth control device. This should turn out to be quite an interesting night. One that I’m sure neither of you will ever forget.
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Strutting down the ramp as if she owned the world Yvette/Cunt took immediate control of the crowd’s libido. Her leather skirt left in the dressing room and now sporting a white bikini fishnet thong, everyone could see her two gold rings in her nipples and attached gold chain linking them along with the gold chain leading down into her shaved crotch. Those who sat next to the stag ramp were going crazy ever since hearing the house DJ announce that their next dancer’s name was, A Little Cunt. Grinding her hips to the R &B beat she whirled around the brass pole at the end of the stage as if she’d done gymnastics, and already displaying more flesh than any of the previous performers coming out, she only had her thong to remove to complete her act. This gave her the advantage of being exposed on stage sooner and longer than any of the other dancers as well, and the crowd went wild when she bent over at the waist and lowered the thong to show them her pierced pussy dripping wet as if from lust. The only white guy in the crowd plastering his face to her twat and unknowingly licking up the dog sperm that had been left deposited there a short time ago. Yvette/Cunt wriggling her ass back at the invading tongue like some street slut bitch-n-heat made the crowd roar with pleasure, a wicked smile on her innocent face as she strutted back off the stage.
The chubby owner of the club informed me after Monica’s set that he had 12 men asking for a private party after the club closed.
“How much?” I asked.
“A hundred from each man if their both fuckable, “he replied evenly.
“What about your cut?”
“It goes without saying that I get it for free.”
“Fair enough,” I said, and we shook hands on the deal.
Let me tell you Chris, when those two women came out on stage together after the club was closed for the night, and then did a lesbian scene up there for the 14 of us, I swear you could have heard a field mouse burp it was so quiet. Strangely, it was that one white guy who was treating his fellow employees to a night on the town that made the first move, and joined the duet on the stage lining his dick up on the shaved pussy on top he was soon fucking that pierced pussy hole as if it were his last fuck on earth. In less than five minutes he came in your wife’s twat with barely any scum spilling out onto Monica’s face below, before returning to his seat, and letting his buddies take over from there. An unimpressive fuck to be sure, but it leaves a doubt in ones mind that if she does become pregnant after tonight, will the baby be white? He left right after getting dressed, and that’s when the real party began.
The owner fucked Monica next as your wife was pulled over to a couch and buried under a sea of black flesh. She took every big black cock there in her mouth, cunt, and ass during the next five hours as casually as if this were an every day event, cuming over and over in multiple orgasms as they used her relentlessly for their pleasure living up to the name that I’d given to her, and in spades no less. By the time the men were finished with them, both women had drying scum splattered all over them, and wet sperm dribbling from every opening they owned. A dishevelled mess, they trudged out to collapse in my rented car afterwards, asleep before I was out of the parking lot, and we were 1200 pounds richer, and I was 12 phone numbers better off. After all, I hadn’t been allowed to bring a camera with me, so we would have to arrange for another party later on so that you have something to remember me by when I go back to the states. Right?
Waking up the next morning in Monica’s bed alone, I went in search of my two charges to see what they were up to, and sure enough I found them in the front room naked, and passing Percey’s cock back and forth like a joint, taking turns sucking the dog off. Talk about raunchy, sleazy action, these two had turned into the ultimate in slutting whores, waving to me as I passed by on my way to grab some caffeine, their eyes going no higher than my swinging prick, as that is all they were interested in any more was the next black or dog cock of the day, and by now, as you may have guessed already, they’d do just about anything to get it too.
By the time I returned to the front room, Monica was inverted over top of Cunt in the classic 69, with Percey on her back fucking her in a reversal of yesterday afternoons festivities. Together, all three of them made for a lovely gruesome coupling, and I sat and watched in a nearby chair sipping my morning coffee, while my dick got hard.
“I know this place,” I said, after seeing Percey’s knot go into Monica’s slit, “where a couple of pigs like you two, would really hit it off big,” and as neither of them were far from orgasming I added, “they have all kinds of animals trained just to fuck a couple of pigs like you two,” they started cuming then, real hard, “they’ve got goats, dogs, and donkeys with great big dicks, not to mention a few Shetland ponies, and a great big old fat black boar hog with this cute curly cued wiener that looks like a drill bit. They’s Nigger farmers, of course, but ain’t as much money in it as making animal porn, if ya know what I mean.”
It was at that moment that Percey decided it was time to pump his load into Monica’s snatch, and both women went ballistic under him as he spilled his seed. Monica’s titties where bouncing so much that they looked like a cow’s udders as it ran home to be milked. They were a disgusting looking lot all tangled up head to tail, and tail in tail. It’s true, as you well know, that both women are absolutely stunning pieces of ass, but I ask you, is this the kind of woman you want to bring home to introduce as your bride to your poor old mother? If so, just stop by the nearest pig farm, they sell for ten shillings a stone.
Hal’s and Sara’s place wasn’t really much to look at as farm estates go, but it was well kept up, and clean in every respect, especially the interior of their barn where all their top breeding stock was kept. Hal, in his late 50’s, is as broad shouldered as an axe handle, with muscles popping out everywhere his veins went. Sara is what used to be called mulato, or coffee with cream collared a shade whiter than most folks like to think about, and at 40 looks still haven’t deserted that 5′5″ 38DD-24-35 fine figure of hers, and no woman on earth is as into kink like Sara is. She’s personally trained every animal on their farm to fuck on command any pussy, mouth, or ass that Sara puts in front of them, including her own of course, as Hal loves watching her when she fucks their animals.
They were both waiting near the barn so I had both Cunt and Monica get out of my car when we arrived, dressed in matching black latex outfits, gloves, thigh high stiletto heeled boots, hoods, thonged panties, and bare breasted corsets. With the pierced rings they looked down right nasty, and unidentifiable in their new slave outfits, and neither Hal nor Sara could help reaching out to tweak a nipple here, touch some thigh there, or just fondle a nice tight white ass just for the hell of it.
“These two be the ones?” Sara asked the rhetorical question, sizing them up as if buying them, walking around both of them. “I’ll give you this, they looks hot enough to turn me on.”
“Follow me,” Hal said then, leading the way into the large barn, “any idea which animals you want to breed these two with?”
“Why all of them, of course,” I replied chuckling, “you do have the cameras set up right?”
“Naturally,” Sara replied, “but this is gonna cost you big stud.”
“Okay, I’ll give you 60% of the gross,” I said, “and I’ll pay for the start up, up to One Thousand Pounds worth. Deal?”
“Deal!” They both replied as we entered the barn. “We can cut it up into three or four movies if we do it right, Hal,” Sara added excitedly.
The inside of the barn could have passed for a clinic it was so clean. Yet it had all the ambiance of a family gym what with all of the equipment and padded floor mats everywhere. Still, it was a barn and had stalls lining both the east and west walls with quite a collection of petting zoo variety animals, meaning the gentler of species such as a small kennel of dogs, milking cows, donkeys, ponies, goats, and even a large black boar hog, a sow, and her litter. Yvette and Monica looked at each other then, and realized that they were about to learn what it really meant to be used as sex objects as the two owners set up several video cameras and lighting while I had the two in latex arrange a few mats and things so that we could get the ball rolling so to speak.
It was to be a simple Nigger Master’s dealing with their white sex slaves punishment scenario. In minutes I had Monica hanging spread eagled, chained to a cross bar from the ceiling, and gagged as Yvette, with the tape now rolling, was brought on camera handcuffed, and led in by a chain attached to a dog collar around her neck, and forced to lay across a padded bench. Her wrists and ankles cuffed to the bench, Hal had Sara bring over Cunt’s first lover of the day. I’m sure most people have seen the Tom Hanks movie “Hooch,” with the junk yard dog that leaves spittle all over everything, well that’s what Barney looks like. Sort of a cross between a large Boxer, and a Great Dane, with a mottled brown coat to him, and a dick that would make most white men cringe with envy, his stubby tail tick-tocking a mile a second.
Sara took Barney over to where Monica hung chained, spread eagled to the ceiling, and Barney went right after Monica’s freshly shaven twat as if it were dinner time. His tongue had her crotch slippery wet in only seconds, and Monica was panting, straining against her bounds as she leaped into her first orgasm while Hal moved in behind her to take her dilettante asshole in front of a trembling Yvette. Sara let Barney have his head for a while as she smiled evilly down at Cunt who was next in line for Barney’s attentions. While everyone else was busy, I was checking out the cameras and the angles, focus, and such to make sure we were getting it all.
By the time Monica went into her third orgasm in the barn with Hal’s cock up her ass, and Barney licking out her snatch, I took the time to move in behind Cunt, and took her panties down to around her knees, and pried my prong into her over heated slippery slit. That woman has the tightest damn cunt of any woman I’ve ever had, and even with all the action she’d seen in the last day or so it was still like a vice grip in that broiling white cauldron of hers. Cunt started humping back at me as soon as I was all the way in, and I knew it was time to humiliate her some more.
“Sara,” I called, “bring Barney over here so that Cunt can give him a nice blow job
while I fuck this white bitch with my big black dick.”
Sara pulled Barney away from Monica, and brought him over to Cunt, and patting Cunt’s shoulders had Barney mount his human bitch’s head. As I said, these animals are all well trained by Sara herself, and only answer to her commands, so once Barney was up on Yvette’s shoulders he waited for Sara’s next command. Without preamble, Sara squatted down next to Barney, and took his already hardening barbed red cock in hand, and pointed it at Yvette’s mouth.
“Okay sweet thing,” Sara said smiling at Yvette under the dog’s belly, “open nice and wide, I’ve got a juicy hot dog here for ya.”
Cunt did as she was told, though there were tears of mortification streaming down out of her eyes, and down the latex hood as Sara brought the ugly canine dick right to Cunt’s parted lips, and into her mouth.
“Good little white Cunt,” Sara praised sarcastically, “now suck that nasty old dog’s dick like the nice little doggy cocksucking slut you are.”
“Oh shit! She’s doing it!” Monica gasped as Barney started fucking Yvette’s face, but whether from seeing her friend openly sucking a dog’s dick in front of cameras, or because she had Hal’s big black cock up her ass I’m not sure.
“Yes, she’s doing just fine,” Sara said standing up, “and don’t you worry none, Missy,” she said to Monica, “they’s plenty of cock in this here barn for you to suck on too.”
“You’re absolutely right Sara,” I put in, “let’s get Jester to fuck her, while she sucks on the dick that just fucked her in the ass.”
“Ooooooohhhhhhh!” Monica groaned as Hal pulled out of her, and in less than five minutes time, she was on her back on another padded bench, one specially made to support the weight of a equine, or in this case Jester the donkey. With her legs spread out and cuffed to a pair of stirrups Jester was soon over top of Monica chest to face. With Hal stuffing her mouth with his dirty dick, and Sara guiding Jester’s two foot long cock to the entrance of Monica’s shaved pussy hole. In seconds Jester’s belly was at the cross bar holding him from getting more than a foot of donkey cock inside of Monica, and we all heard her muffled scream around Hal’s soiled cock when it happened too. It looked like a boa constrictor entering a key hole the way her twat bulged out around that mammoth pecker, packing her pussy like a whole arm was up in there it warped Monica’s mind as well as her flesh.
“Takes to donkey cock like a babe to a teat,” Sara commented, making us all laugh.
Jester wasted no time once his cock was inside of Monica he started to hump energetically, and Monica started cuming again, as did Yvette sucking Barney’s doggy dick as I looked over her back at him. There were no more tears after that, the two sluts began to really get into it after realizing they had little choice in the matter, and that no one would ever really know that it was either of them with those latex hoods on, they let their true selves shine through.
After Barney blew his wad in Cunt’s mouth, and Hal in Monica’s, Sara brought Shep the speckled white Shetland pony over for Cunt to suck on as I blew my load up her pussy. Now free for a while, I held onto Shep as Sara got Diablo, a large all black Billy goat, and bringing him around behind Yvette/Cunt had the Billy goat mount her doggy fashion, and guided his goat dick right up her scum dripping snatch as if it were an everyday happening. Monica was screaming out another orgasm from Jester’s mighty prick as Diablo began drilling in and out of Yvette/Cunt’s pussy, bleating as if it were being chased by wolves with Cunt sucking Shep’s two foot sausage as if it were her last meal on earth. Goats have bigger cocks than dogs, and they fuck a lot slower too, which would explain why Cunt was cuming every five minutes or so from the pounding Diablo was giving her twat. Both women now completely immersed in the insanity of their bestial lust, wallowing in the filth of each new decadent act, rolling around in their own humiliation as if it were a new fashion statement to see which one could be the most disgusting, foul, gross out pig of the century. By my estimate they were both tied, both just as filthy with cum and sweat sprayed all over and in them, and so fucking sexy that my dick didn’t seem to want to go limp any time soon.
Sara seeing my plight came over and getting down on her hands and knees started sucking on my dick with Hal’s approval. Of course, seeing Sara that way had Barney raring to go again, and with her approval the dog mounted her hind quarters and began fucking Sara right there on camera as well while she sucked on my cock. Not to be out done by his wife, Hal went and got Daisy their milking cow, and started fucking her on camera too, and a bestial orgy was now in full swing.
Braying out his climax, Jester at long last emptied his tomatoe sized balls into Monica’s stretched out twat, and cum began to literally spray out around their connection onto the cement below. By then I too was dumping my load down Sara’s gullet, and as soon as I disconnected from her mouth, I took Jester back to his stall, and brought Joker the other burro out for his turn at Monica.’s mangled pussy hole. Joker’s cock sliced right in without a hitch and he was off and humping making it look as if Monica hadn’t ever stopped getting fucked by donkey dick. Shep blew his wad in Cunt’s mouth and face at the same time as Diablo unwound in her cunt, so I took them back to their stalls, and brought Damion, a much smaller black stallion Shetland pony over to fuck Cunt, and then once he was fucking her I went and got Nigger, the big black boar hog for Cunt to lick his balls and ass hole. She didn’t even flinch, just stuck her tongue out and went right to it as if born for the job, and had the three of us laughing our asses off at the sight.
“That’s it Cunt, lick that hog’s fat ass real good,” Hal said laughing, “he likes that. Make him horny enough so that Monica over here can suck off that curly cued pig poker of his when the donkey is finished with her,” and when Cunt did just that enthusiastically. “Damn! You two nasty whores are down right filthy bitches, ain’t you!”
“Oh, ooooooohhhhhh shiiiiiiiiittttttt!” Monica moaned looking on as her friend and cohort tongued out the asshole of the groteasquely fat, and ugly bore hog, and heard what Hal said she’d be doing next, her twat clamped tight around the donkey dick fucking her pussy as she had a mind busting orgasm as Joker dumped his load in her pussy. “Uhn, ooooooooooooooooooo, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhgggggggggggg, fuuuuuuuccccckkkkk mmmmmmeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!”
With both women now in raunch mode, anything was possible, and I dared for everything with these two sluts. Hal took Joker back to his stall, the donkey’s cock nearly dragging on the floor still leaking semen, and coated with human pussy juice, but with a very satisfied look to him went meakly. By now Cunt and the pony were cuming like a mini gang bang of their own, and as Sara took Nigger over to Monica to suck off I uncuffed Yvette/Cunt from her padded bench to stretch out a bit, and lick clean Damion’s equine cock before taking the pony back to his stall. By now I was certain that Monica could just about take on any sized cock if given half the chance, so I had Hal bring out Lightening, a real Palimino Quarter Horse stallion, with the biggest cock in the place just for Monica to fuck after she finished sucking off the hog.
For Yvette/Cunt I chose Thunder, an all black Mustang stallion, smaller than a quarter horse but bigger than anything she’d had thus far. Neither woman would be bound for this part, in fact the were basically going to stand up bent over and go for it all on their own, in essence making love to the two stallions arm like pricks just for their own fun.
I moved one of the camera’s in for a close-up as Monica’s lips parted around that porcine drill bit of Nigger’s. The woman had no more shame left in her it seemed as she gobbled up that pig prick as if it were crisp grease dripping bacon at breakfast, and she hadn’t eaten in a week. It was such a grotesque sight, to see this beautiful young woman paying homage to a mere pig like that that I instantly had another hard-on just from watching them together.
“Look at that pig suck dick!” Sara said, referring to Monica of course, “did you ever see such a filthy slut in your life?”
Of course I had, but that’s an entirely different story, isn’t it?
As Always:
I Am the
Dirt Man
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February 3rd, 2008 at 8:09 am
I think I know Monica! But, would like to find Cunt!