what a female pig "thinks"...

just thoughts to pics from a pig

[tinydick8274]

[pigthoughts]

... schön weich klopfen... das tut gut.... macht alles viel empfindlicher....

[dystopian-trainer]

How to Ruin Your Life and Become a Mindless Sex Object

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TRIGGER WARNING

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sex addiction - slave training

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I keep being asked the same question: “If I cannot be trained by a professional, is there anything I can do to turn myself into a mindless sex slave?”  

There are many ways. I don’t recommend any of them. Without proper supervision and a place to go once your training is complete, the girl will most likely end up ruining her life and ending up in the streets.  

So to be clear: DO NOT DO THIS.

But, “for science”, here is a “do it yourself” enslavement program which in a few months should rewire your brain turning you into a mindless sex object. Of course it will not be as effective as having a real trainer working on you, but you can still achieve pretty drastic results on your own. I’d recommend this program to long term couples who are fairly certain they are not going to split, where one partner wants a sex slave, but lacks the knowledge and skills to do the training him/herself. Good luck.

PHASE 1

Week 1: Orgasm every day first thing after you wake up for a week.

Week 2: Add one orgasm a day before sleep.

Week 3: Two orgasms right after walking up and one before sleep.

Week 4: Two orgasm after walking up, two orgasms before sleep.

Week 5: Three orgasms after walking up, three before sleep.

Week 6: Add 2-8 orgasms during the day.

Notes: The time line is not set in stone. Different girls will arrive at different stages at different times. A trainer would adjust things for you. On your own you have to figure it out for yourself.

Wake up always at the same time and go to bed always at the same time (and keep your orgasm schedule as consistent as possible). This helps speed up and cement the conditioning process. Try to give yourself orgasms always at the same time. Train your body to expect it to happen.

Take breaks. Skipping a day or two is not only acceptable, it actually help the training.

Train yourself to orgasm as quickly as possible. The goal is to orgasm on command (and on phase 5 to lose the ability to orgasm without permission), but for now give yourself 5 minutes for each orgasm and gradually make the times shorter. Using a timer is recommended. If you don’t finish in 5 minutes, stop. Try again at the next scheduled time.

PHASE 2

Start replacing your orgasms with edges.

Week 1 Replace one orgasm with one edge. Example: on Monday, the first orgasm after you wake up is now an edge.

Week 2 Replace 4 orgasms for four edges.

Week 3 Replace one day of orgasm with one day of edges.

Week 4 Replace two days of orgasms with two days of edge. One day a week no touch.

Week 5 Four days of edges, one day of orgasms, two days without touching.

Week 6 Five days of edges. Two days no touching. Flip a coin 4 times, if four consecutive tails give yourself as many orgasms as you want for the next hour.

Week 7 Same as week 6, but flip a coin 4 times on the first day. If four heads: no touch the whole week. Performing your edging sessions in your mind, watch pornography, do kegel exercises, use a butt plug, but do not stimulate your clitoris.

Notes: Start masturbating while watching pornography regularly. Find what turns you on, find what you find humiliating. When it is time to orgasm do so while looking at the most humiliating post you saw that day. Masturbate while listening to recordings of other girls having sex and performing humiliating acts. Repeat sex mantras out loud. Extra credit: record yourself moaning and saying the mantras, then say the words out loud while listening to your own recordings.

Around Week 4 Orgasm only when being penetrated. Around week 6 start anal training. Eventually you will not be allowed to orgasm without anal penetration. In the following phases you’ll gradually be taught to lose the ability to orgasm unless ordered to, but that requires an actual trainer.

Normally, with an actual trainer, there would not be “phases”. The training would be tailored to the individual girl and her future owner’s preferences, and various phases would overlap. In general though you can break training down to 5 to 8 phases. Phase 3 begins behavioral modifications. Phase 4 starts mental “restructuring”, where you sabotage the girl’s ability to concentrate and think for herself. Phase 5 is about mental enslavement, imprinting on her Master, dependency, depersonalization, etc. Phases 6 through 8 are optional advanced trainings for special orders, specialized triggers, behaviors, complete personality deletion, amnesia, memory creation, etc. Additionally, there is obviously a fitness regiment and sexual skills training that occurs through out the process, but that’s pretty standard.

I’ll revise this later. There is a lot more to it. Of course this program is nothing compared to being trained by an actual slave trainer but still…

Good luck!

[pigthoughts]

... oh.... ob das gut für mich wäre?

[dystopian-trainer]

Apology Accepted

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TRIGGER WARNING

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office - demotion - blackmail - humiliation - denial

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After months of hunting I finally found the perfect victim. Jane Doe, CEO of a small, but successful company. Wealthy, single, self-made, well-educated… and a bit careless with her tumblr account. That’s how I found her. After tracking her down I waited for an opening.  

A few weeks later I see her company posting an ad for an entry level position. I submit my application. Naturally I use a couple of my trained girls to provide my references. They’ll make sure I get hired.

I take the job a week later. Piece of cake. Too easy in fact. That’s how I end up in Jane’s office a day later introducing myself. I already know exactly what she likes. We exchange pleasantries, I drop a few subliminal cues, just a hint of NLP triggers, and a vague reference to a kinky post she enthusiastically reblogged on tumblr. I am sure she won’t consciously notice, but in the back of her mind she’ll be wondering “there is something different about him”.

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Three weeks later, I have the entire office eating off the palm of my hand. She has taken notice as well. I make some improvements which end up saving the company a chunk of change. I don’t take credit… “nah… it was a team effort”. I am polite to the secretary, pay respectful compliments to the senior staff. The perfect gentleman. Make friends with the guys in the office. I am in.  

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I have been at the company a couple of months. I seize the opportunity to volunteer for one of Jane’s pet projects. I have one of my girls work night and day to finish it in record time and two of my other girls to write and proof read the report. The office has never seen something like it. Jane is impressed. We agree to work together on another, larger project. This time it’s going to take longer and we are going to have bi-weekly one-on-one meetings. My chance to do some serious damage.  

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Five months later I have been promoted. I don’t have seniority, but, effectively I am becoming Jane’s personal advisor and unofficial second in command. Most of the office adores me. Though a couple of senior employees resent my ascent to power. Naturally I begin sabotaging their work. They’ll find themselves out of a job soon. Won’t know what hit them.

Meanwhile my daily briefing sessions with Jane are starting to really affect her. She has told me a lot about herself. Her personal life. How she built her company from the ground, her struggles, her mistakes and insecurities. I listen and offer my support and subtly guide the conversations where I want them to go. She has started flirting with me. I mostly laugh it off, but occasionally I say something provocative, give her a quick thrill… then quickly change the subject. Leave her wanting for more. I reschedule one of her meetings and let her think she forgot about it. I joke “uh oh… someone deserves a spanking… you forgot the budget meeting this morning.” She blushes. It helps that I check her tumblr daily and know she is obsessed with “fall from grace fantasies”, “exec to bimbo fantasies”, “office spankings”, etc…  

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I find it safer to wait at least 6 months before starting the enslavement process in earnest. After such a long prep time, the target is completely blindsided. That’s how I end up at her place after a “dinner / strategic planning meeting”. We have sex. Dirty talk. “What a dirty office slut”, “Beg me to fuck you, like you deserve”. I give her several hard smacks on her ass. She has several orgasms. She is ready for the next phase.

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A few weeks later sex in her office is a frequent event, but each time I make sure it is a little edgier, a little more humiliating. She loves it. I start teasing her… “What if your employees found out?”, “I bet you’d love it if they knew you are a cock hungry slut”, “Maybe I’ll call them in one by one and have you blow the guys in accounting”.  

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She loves the games, the teasing, each day she can’t wait to see what I have in store for her. I have already taught her to enjoy being edged regularly. She now needs my permission to cum. I trance her regularly too. Of course… “it’s all pretend”. My suggestions are just “for fun”. It’s harmless to act as if I brainwashed her. But I can see she is craving for it to be real. She is scared, but excited… and each day a little less careful.  

One day I tell her “perhaps I’ll have you make a kinky video… you are such a dumb little slut… I bet you’d be stupid enough to give it to me and beg me to black mail you with it… then you’d be fucked for real!”… aaand she cums like a mindless cunt.  

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I have her edge every hour for a few weeks. I keep teasing her mercilessly. I started calling her to my office. Oh yeah… remember the two employees I got fired? I suggested that she take their cubicle spaces and turn them into a large corner office so that she can have a nicer, bigger office. Except… after the conversion is done I tell her it might be better if I use the large office instead for myself. She blushes in humiliation (but I can tell she is incredibly aroused by the idea) and is about to protest when I cut her off with a pattern interrupt “you have something to say?”… she mumbles something. “N… no Sir”. I smile. “That will be all, Jane.” She automatically turns around and walks back to her little office (I am sure she’ll have her hands in her panties the second she is back at her desk).

It’s been a few weeks now. I have started “summoning” her to my office on a regular basis. Sometimes I have her bring me coffee. Or simply come to show me her panties so that I may approve them… or have her remove them and give them to me. If I really don’t like them I have her carry them in her mouth to the ladies room and have her spit them out in the trashcan. Except I call it the “cunt room” because I am classy.

When I call for her she has learned to enter, close the door behind her, and stand quietly in front of my desk. I always make sure to take my time finishing up what I am doing at the computer (mainly looking at new potential victims on social media) before I tell her why I called her in.  

Anyway… I have not let her cum in weeks and I am pretty sure she is starting to lose her mind. But I know she probably thinks this is just a really intense role-play game. I suggested that these “sex games” can help her relieve stress. Work is stressful for powerful people (appeal to the ego), it feels so good to let go of control from time to time. It’s “healthy”, it’s “good for her”.  It’s “therapeutic”.

Anyway, where was I?… oh yeah… so I call her into my office and she walks “assertively” towards me. Comes around the desk and stands next to me. I ignore her. I know she can now see porn on my computer screen, but she says nothing. I am chatting with a few people online and act as if she is not there. She clears her throat and tries to gather her courage. “Listen… y… this has to stop.” I look up at her for a moment, then I hear the computer “beep” (someone has sent me a chat message). I return to the computer and reply to the message. She tries again “I am… I am serious. People are starting to notice. You are goimg too f.. far. I am done. It was… it was fun for a while… but…”

I finally decide to turn around and stare at her. I can see her deflating, not knowing what to say. Like a lost puppy. She takes a breath and blurts out in panic “You are FIRED!” I chuckle. Then tell her:

“Kneel”

She whimpers. “N… no”. I wait and keep staring at her. “P… please”. I raise an eyebrow. She kneels.

“Good girl. Now, apologize.”

She is shaking, half incoherently she responds… “p… please… d.. don’t wanna…” she is on the verge of tears.

“What was that?”

She bows her head and starts crying… “i.. i am sorry Sir… i… i am just a dumb… horny… little cunt…. i am sorry for being such a dumb cunt… i am sorry… i am so sorry… please… forgive me… for being such an inferior dumb cunt”.  

“Better”

I turn back to my computer and start replying to chat messages again. She gets up and is about to run out of my office when I stop her.  

“No. Crawl like a bitch.”

She shivers then she is down on all fours. Slowly crawling towards the door. She reaches for the handle.

“You forgot something.”

She whimpers again.

“Your USB drive. You’ve been carrying it with you for the last three days. Give it to me.” She freezes. “You are such a dumb little cunt. Did you forget? I know everything you do. I have cameras in your office. I have complete access to your computer. I know what you carry with you.”

I stand up and walk towards her. I look down at her and extend my hand towards her.

“Give”

She takes the USB drive out of her bra and gives it to me. I take it and put it in my pocket.

“You understand now I own you, right? If anyone saw the videos on that flashdrive you’d be finished, permanently.” She nods pathetically. “You’ll write down all your passwords, bank account numbers, you’ll give me access to everything, I will have you rewrite your will, give me power of attorney, I’ll have you declared legally incompetent and I’ll have videos to prove it”.

She bows down and starts licking my shoe.

“What a dumb little cunt. Follow me”. I lead her to a closet next to my desk, open the door to reveal a dog cage. “In you go bitch. You are done. You are fucked.” I close the cage’s door and lock it. Then close the closet. 10 months and 14 days. $18 millions in assets. Not a bad catch. Now let’s see who is next. Perhaps one of the dumb cunts that reblogs this post…

[bigtittybimbotoy]

Nnghmmm fuck💦💦

[pigthoughts]

... 🤤

[blackinkfoto-deactivated2020062]

[submarta]

After spending more than one day blindfolded, My Master just said that during this week, I’ll have my hands “out of service”…

sm

[masterfranko]

So hat sie keine Möglichkeit mit ihren Wixgriffeln es sich selbst ohne Erlaubnis zu besorgen

[pigthoughts]

... es gibt sicher viele tage... wo die hände von einem fotzentier (mir) gar nicht gebraucht werden... dann schön wegpacken... so bin ich viel hilfloser...

[nobbi63]

Ich suche eine Preisgünstige und wirkungsvolle Melkmaschine für meine Stute.Die Zitzen sollten anständig gesaugt werden ohne das dabei Verletzungen entstehen. Kann mir hier jemand eine Bezugsadresse außer Ebay (Chinadinger)nennen

[masterfranko]

[pigthoughts]

ich habe eine ziegenmelkmaschine von amazon... saugt meine zitzen lang und dick... und macht sie wund... zur milchbildung funktioniert sie leider nicht...

[das-spiel-ist-aus]

[das-spiel-ist-aus]

[pigthoughts]

... sehr geil... da pumpt mein fötzchen... druck machen ist gut... mit genug druck... geht es auch ohne erpressung...

[pervers83]

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[geilerwichser]

bin geiler wichser geile mich gern an perversen bildern oder filmen auf gern auch dolls……..zusehen macht auch spass

[dawi0815]

wie und wo kann mann sich bei wem melden?

Ich hätte zu einigem lust, weiß aber nicht, wie man kontakt aufnimmt.

[pigthoughts]

ich mag gerne wichsvorlage sein...

[lurkingsstuff]

Farmyard Fetish Fun

“Come along piggy.”

I’d dressed my piggy slut in a pair of super tight PVC pants, which featured a convenient zip up the rear for easy access to her pig-hole. She was also muffled with a ball gag, the straps tightly held behind her ears, the huge gag causing rivulets of drool to drip from her chin.

Piggy had moaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I’d attached a pair of steel nipple clamps - which had caused them to swell to almost double their size and continued to throb. And naturally, like all good piggies, she was wearing a buttplug with a lovely curly tail attachment that poked out through the zip in her shorts.

I pulled on her leash. Piggy was wearing a leather collar, attached to a long steel chain that I held firmly in my leather-gloved hands.

I was dressed to a tee for our day down on the farm; a pair of leather dungarees, similar to lederhosen, a plaid shirt and calf-length boots.

Piggy followed me, crawling along on all fours, as befits a creature of her standing.

“Are you excited?” I asked, to which she responded with a snort of agreement. Per our rules, piggy must only address me with oinks, grunts and snorts during our sessions.

I lead her down the path to the pig pen. It was an enclosed pen, filled with knee-high mud. The mud was a rich, dark brown, sloppy, thick and filthy. I pointed - and piggy obeyed me. She crawled into the mud gleefully, her hands and knees disappearing under a sea of thick slop.

I put my foot on her back and pushed her down, flat on her face. She submitted to me by allowing her elbows and knees to buckle under my weight and she was soon half-covered in filth. I held her down until she groaned, air bubbles forming through the mud.

I allowed her back up to take several deep breaths, then rolled her onto her back and stepped on her stomach, making sure she was coated head to toe in the thick, brown mess.

“That’s a good piggy.” I said, smiling at the state she was in. I couldn’t see a single shred of skin showing; she had been completely covered. “Now it’s playtime.”

I paused, rummaging in my trunk to find our first toy of the day. It was a 12 inch strap on dildo, with a bulbous head, thick shaft and firm base. I watched piggy’s eyes widen in glee as I clipped on the leather harness and slipped the beast to my crotch.

She obediently got on all fours with her arse in the air, snorting and giggling with excitement as I applied a thick coat of lard to the end of the dildo. During our farm fun sessions, my piggy’s hole was made sufficiently slippery with thick, white lard - very appropriate.

She moaned softly as I removed her pig-tail plug and set it aside. I bent down in the mud myself, aligning the greasy head with her hungry pig-hole and pressed my thighs assertively against her muddy mud-flaps.

Piggy let out a deep groan of appreciation as her hole quickly swallowed up a good 6 inches of the huge toy. She had been training her pig-hole per my demands, I could tell. Every day she was required to ride a decently sized dildo for 15 minutes before administering 50 self-punches until her sloppy hole was absolutely ruined.

I withdrew the toy, allowing the slippery head to rest against her anus. It winked and clenched, begging me to fill it back up again.

“Your hole is hungry today.” I said, pleased. Piggy squealed with agreement, jiggling her arse cheeks up and down to signal she wanted more.

I agreed to her request by thrusting back inside her, in and out, faster and faster. Her greedy, sloppy hole easily devouring up inch after inch. 6 inches, slurp. 7 inches, yum. 8 inches, smack. 9 inches, nom. She moaned and sighed in time with my rhythmic thrusts as I fucked her hard.

Piggy was pressing her elbows into the mud, her shoulders raised, her back arched to allow her cavernous crater centre stage. I stood still, gripping her firmly around the hips.

“Take it all.” I commanded.

Piggy did as she was told and began to slowly edge back onto the dildo. The first half was easy - her hole managed to slurp up toys of that caliber on a daily basis. The second half was harder; piggy was talented for her ability to manage wide objects, but her depth training was somewhat lacking.

I could feel her inner ring refusing to open up to allow the last few inches inside her. I reached in my pocket and handed her a vial of liquid gold. Even the sluttiest of pigs need help sometimes. Piggy gratefully took them and inhaled deeply, followed by a sigh of happiness as her muscles relaxed against their will. I felt her ring slowly opening…

Pop. Piggy squealed loudly as the last few inches were buried inside her slippery, slutty hole. I was balls deep in my little piggy. I loved it. She loved it.

I took ahold of a hank of her hair and yanked her backwards, pulling her back in time as I began to thrust, slapping my legs against her muddy arse. The sound of leather on legs slapped, slap slap slap. Her arse slurped and squelched, squish squish squish. Piggy squealed, I smiled.

Before she was able to climax, I quickly withdrew - leaving her high and dry. She looked over her shoulder, looking disappointed and dismayed. She oinked in protest at me.

“Shut up piggy.” I said, shaking my head. “We’re going to feed you something bigger now.”

I saw her eyes widen with excitement. “But first; clean this.” I pointed the dildo in her face, pushing it against her face.

Per my orders, piggy was not allowed to douche out before our farm fun sessions. She was generally clean anyway, but in her excitement this time, she had let slip a little streak of shit - which slid down the dildo from the tip to the balls. I saw her looking at it nervously.

I leant forward and removed her ball gag. “Do as you’re told, piggy.” I commanded.

Piggy closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. I gently inserted the slippery, shitty stick and she began to suckle. She slurped and sucked, licked and swallowed as she cleaned up her mess. I could see a twinge of disgust on her face, but I didn’t care. She wanted to act like a piggy, I was going to treat her like one. Once she had been sucking my cock for a good 5 minutes, I allowed her to stop.

“Now.” I said, “Wallow, while I get ready for our next event.”

Piggy did as I had told her, rolling around in the mud again, reapplying another coat as her first coat had begun to dry in the outside heat. As she wallowed around, covering herself with slop, I removed my leather gloves and replaced them with thick, elbow-length latex fisting gloves. I shoved my whole hand into the tub of lard, coating it with a thick layer of white.

“Come here piggy.” I called, holding my hand in a primed position.

Piggy turned, a broad smile spreading from ear to ear as she saw my slippery fist. She scurried across to me, squelching through the mud on her hands and knees and quickly assumed the position - on all fours, head down, arse up.

There was little resistance due to our earlier play, and piggy’s huge, hungry hole quickly swallowed up my hand, reaching the knuckles before there was any tightness. I thrust in and out, twisting and tensing the tendons in my hand alternately.

“Permission to speak.” I told her. She knew that when I said this, she was momentarily free of her pig-speak. She also knew the kinds of things I wanted to hear.

“I’m a little piggy.” she mumbled, “I… I have a filthy pig hole. I want it to gape. I want it to flap loose all week… I want to not be able to fart without filling my pants with lard. I want all my shit to just fall out of my wrecked mess of a hole!”

“Very good piggy.” I agreed, groping her muddy arse cheeks roughly, nipping folds of fat flesh between my fingertips. She squealed as I did so.

I withdrew my fist… and quickly rammed it back in. In and out, in and out I shoved myself, forcing my way through the friction (despite the slipperiness of the lard) to punch piggy’s inner ring. She had gone past the point of squealing like a happy piglet and was screaming like a sow in a slaughterhouse.

Her anus farted and squelched in protest, dribbles of lard, shit, cum and ass juices pouring down my wrist. I twisted my arm in and out of her, like coring out a piggy pineapple and she tried in desperation to wriggle away from me.

But it’s not easy to run away from anal annihilation when you’re on all fours in five-inch mud - you’re being held by your rosebud by your master and secretly, you fucking love being treated like the filthy pig slut that you are - and so her attempts were futile.

Piggy suddenly let out an ear-splitting shriek as her shorts were filled to the brim with cum. Her pussy gushed copious amounts of squirt, which quickly filled the waterproof pants, which were so tight, they didn’t allow any leakage around the thighs. Her arse gave its final protest and violently forced me out, along with a huge handful of shit - which had been mashed to oblivion and back by my fist. Piggy collapsed onto her face, panting and sobbing, grunting and whimpering.

But I wasn’t finished yet.

“Piggy.” I demanded. “Look what you’ve done.” I gestured at my handful of sloppy shit. Piggy lowered her head in shame, her cheeks flushing. I knew she was quite meticulous about cleaning herself before any anal play - and to shit during sex for her was like a guy ejactulating prematurely.

But this was my farm, my rules - and my piggy was going to abide by them. “Look at me.” I demanded.

Piggy did as she was told, closing her eyes. She knew me well. I tutted in disgust and began to smear her chest, face and hair with the mess she’d made. It was hard to tell what was mud and what was shit - but it felt appropriate to cover my filthy little pig with her own mess.

Piggy sat completely still, snivelling and snorting as the shit slowly dried to her. I tutted again and took off the shitty gloves and cleaned my hands.

As I had been fisting her, I had felt a feeling in my own guts. …I had to shit, and I was going to punish my piggy.

I undid my dungarees and bared my arse to the world. Piggy looked up in surprise and her face quickly brightened. If there was one thing piggy liked more than having her hole destroyed, it was servicing mine. She loved to eat arse - rimjobs for her were like delicious desserts, enjoyed only after the most special of meals. She was good at them too - being so in tune with her own anus, she knew what felt good - she would suck, slurp, lick and nibble on my ring - and she especially enjoyed forcing her tongue up into my tight hole and fucking me with her mouth.

“You’re a good piggy.” I said, laying her down flat on her back and squatting over her face. “Time for desserts; and you can eat as much as you like.”

Piggy snorted with glee and began devouring my anus. She slurped with reckless abandon, circling my hole with her wet tongue. She kissed and sucked on my ring, groaning deep in her throat with immense pleasure. She seemed to have forgotten she was naked in a pig pen, covered with her own shit - she was in absolute heaven as she ate out my arse.

I trembled with pleasure; trying to hold back the torrent of turd I could feel pressing against my rectum. I was going to let piggy unleash it for me. It would be a lovely surprise for her. I allowed myself to sigh and moan softly - which only got her more worked up.

She put a hand on each of my arse cheeks and spread them - pulling my tight hole apart slightly. I involuntarily clenched and relaxed as she flicked her tongue against my pucker. I could hear squelching, snorting and deep moans of pleasure coming from between my arse cheeks as she continued to eat my arse.

And then she tensed her tongue into a solid shape and pressed against me. She pulled her lips back and forced her way through my ring and inside my arsehole.

I gasped, feeling the tidal wave rushing and gushing out of me. Piggy gasped too - then she gurgled and gagged as her open mouth was filled to the brim with a cascade of semi-solid shit. Her mouth overflowed and her face, which was still pressed into my arse cheeks was instantly covered too.

The torrent continued for another 20 seconds or so, as Piggy continued to groan and gag - her tongue, which was enjoying itself so much only a second ago was now wilting with disgust under the thick sludge that filled her mouth from lips to tonsils. Her forehead, cheeks, chin, neck and shoulders were also covered with the runny dregs that had bubbled up out of her mouth and burst over the rest of her body.

I quickly stood up, allowing Piggy time to roll onto her side and cough, splattering the ground with a mixture of shit, saliva and tears. She was down on all fours again - retching and choking on my surprise delivery she certainly hadn’t been expecting.

I laughed at her, cleaning myself off with a nearby towel and pulling my clothes back on. I was filthy myself, my legs caked with mud, cum and other sex juices - but I was off to the farmhouse to clean up. She was going to spend the night naked in the pig pen - and I wasn’t letting her get cleaned up until the morning. After all, she wants to act like a piggy, I’m going to treat her like one.

“See you in the morning piggy.” I said with a smile. She looked back at me, her eyes brimming with tears. Her face was a mixture of disappointment, disgust and dismay - but I knew that deep down she was also feeling excitement and delicious sexual satisfaction as her perverted piggy fantasies had been fulfilled.

She let out a single snort; telling me goodnight, and thank you. I left her behind in the pig pen, locking the gate behind me.

[schpoomi2]

Another classic story, from yesteryear tumblr

[pigthoughts]

😍

[lurkingsstuff]

Humiliate The Hog (short story)

The pig farmer was dressed in a pair of thick rubber overalls with convenient button-down flaps at the back and front, a pair of elbow-length gloves and heavy-duty boots. He had restrained and controlled himself the past day and had brought along a full tank - testicles swollen with hot cum aching to be pumped into a filthy pig, a bladder full of salty, golden piss and a colon packed to the brim with thick, sloppy shit.

His piggy squealed as he clamped her huge udders with a pair of stainless steel nipple clamps - her teats rapidly turning a deep shade of purple. Her useless cunt had been hidden from view thanks to a tight, leather chastity belt that was covered in glinting studs.

Her hungry pighole had been appeased with an 8 inch steel buttplug - and how she had groaned with pleasure and delight as her greedy anus had been stuffed up, squelching the contents of her bowels back upwards out of the way.

The farmer had trusted his piggy to co-operate and hadn’t outfitted her with any sort of gag or muzzle - but he had brought one along in case she didn’t behave herself - along with a sack of other fun toys and gadgets.

“Thirsty, Piggy?” he asked unbuttoning his overalls and pulling out his flaccid cock.

Piggy nodded and opened her mouth wide, tilting her head back to allow maximum access. She was a trained urinal and relished any opportunity to gulp down hot piss.

He took aim at the back of her throat and began to flow. Piggy was obident, swallowing down rapidly, not allowing any to spill over her bottom lip. He was annoyed by her comfort and broke her concentration by changing direction and pissing all over her face. He sprayed her from forehead to chin, causing her to flinch back in surprise as he got urine in her eyes.

“Now wipe,” he ordered, as his flow subsided. Piggy stuck out her tongue and he wiped the wet end of his dick across it before tucking it back into his clothes. He then began to unbutton the flap at the back of his overalls.

He squatted down over her dripping wet face and pressed his hairy, puckered asshole against her lips.

“Eat my ass, piggy,” he commanded.

She did so, slurping his ring with delight, rivulets of drool running down her chin as she encircled his hole with her tongue, stiffening it occasionally to probe and prod at the inside of his rectum. He’d made sure to not take a shower for the past 3 days and his ass was ripe with man stink, sweaty odour, shitty residue and dingleberries - but his piggy enjoyed every single taste, as she was a filthy animal, born to serve and please her master. She snorted in appreciation, continuing to eat noisily until her farmer decided she’d had enough.

“Stop it, greedy fat hog.” he snapped, producing something from his back pocket. “I don’t want you to flake out on me… you’re going to wear this.”

Her farmer wrenched her lips apart with a painful-looking steel dental gag - forcing her mouth to stay permanently open.

“Second course, Piggy,” he said, squatting over her gaping mouth, a series of moist farts escaping from his asshole, mixed with the unmistakable crackling sound of fresh excrement emerging.

His piggy groaned and gagged as her splayed-open mouth was filled to the brim with a dense and heavy load of thick, creamy ass chocolate. It squirmed between the gaps in her teeth, under her tongue and protruded from her lips in a perfect soft-serve swirl.

Her farmer began to unbutton the front of his overalls, gently massaging his throbbing scrotum and rapidly hardening cock.

“Perfect,” he said, aligning his pelvis with her face, the head of his penis just touching the tip of the chocolate mousse he’d kindly served up.

He sighed deeply as he sank himself deep inside her mouth - soft globs of shit oozing out over his thighs and sliding down his piggy’s cheeks as she felt the tip of his dick pushing on her tonsils. She squirmed and struggled in protest, violently suppressing her gag reflex as a mixture of mushy shit and precum began to slip down her throat.

He began to thrust harder, his huge sack pressing against her chin as he rammed more and more chunks of his waste down into her gullet, spurts of drool and precum running down her chin and neck.

Piggy retched and gagged as her farmer took hold of handfuls of her hair and began to fuck her deep in her throat. Her eyes were watering, her nose was running as she was used as a combination human fleshlight and sewage plant. He moaned and grunted alternately as her throat convulsed and squeezed around his cock, sludgy streams of shit, cum, drool and throat-slime squelching loudly. He finished with a loud sigh, completely emptying his immense balls into her throat - which had been fucked red raw.

He withdrew, his dick still dripping cum as piggy spluttered and choked, gasping for breath as she was bent over on her hands and knees, completely humiliated. But she knew that when their roles were reversed, she would have her revenge…

[schpoomi2]

Aaand the last old story I could find in the tumblr depths. Congratulations if you are able to read the whole thing and be hornier than you were before you started. That means you are a truly special person. And by “special” I mean you are a fucking disgrace. Call me.

[pigthoughts]

... hot...

[awesomebinneugierigworld-deacti]

[philamoxie3]

My medical fetish

I need a thorough exam by the entire medical staff.

After a 24-hour treatment of IV fluids to make sure my body is very well-hydrated, to produce saliva and cum, tie me into stirrups and bind my hands over my head.

Inspect my mouth and tongue. Run each of your gloved fingers inside my lips and along my jaws. Test my gag reflex.

Show everyone how to give a proper breast exam, letting them take turns. Make a show of pointing out how easily my nipples harden. Pump them until they’re puffy and swollen to show the class how you can force lactation even in a non-pregnant woman. Clamp the hardened nipples to show how pain can also cause immense involuntary pleasure.

Take turns inspecting my vulva & clitoris one by one. Each person is required to pull back the hood and spank my clit to test the reflexes of my sensitive pearl. Apply a pump to my clit to show them how much more sensitive it gets when blood is forced into it.

Use a large, cold speculum to spread my labia and hold my cunt open wide. Stimulate me, one by one, just to see how my kegel muscles contract and to see how much creamy, natural lube my vaginal walls produce. Show them how primitive and animalistic a human woman can become by forcing me to the edge of orgasm over and over again, but not letting me cum.

Find my peehole and insert a sound in my urethra, each person pressing on my bladder to make sure my piss flows properly.

Each of you reach into my opened pussy to prod and probe my cervix with gloved fingers, and take turns inserting a sound.

Remove the speculum and show the class the elasticity of my pelvic floor by inserting one finger at a time until your entire fist is securely in my cunt. Let my gape close before the next person’s turn begins.

Teach them how to recognize and stimulate the g-spot as well as show them the difference between squirting and peeing by taking turns stroking my gspot and applying pressure to my abdomen until female ejaculate shoots out of my vagina.

Apply a vacuum pussy pump to show them how engorged and enlarged my inner and outer labia can get and how sensitive they become.

Teach the class about the delicate tissues of my anus by allowing each person to practice lubing my ass and inserting an index finger to feel how strong and tight my sphincter muscle is. Press a thumb into my cunt to feel how thin the separating wall is.

Show them and let them experience the elasticity and capacity of my rectum by slowly working their fingers inside and applying deeper pressure gradually until they are buried inside up to their elbows, ultimately opening their fist gently before pulling their hands out. Allow my gape to close before the next person proceeds.

Use a giant anal spreader to inspect my colon thoroughly. Show the class how much fluid my intestines can hold and teach them how a double bardex enema works by letting them take turns pumping the balloons and turning the water flow off and on. As I fill up, show them how to massage the water deeper into my belly.

Show them that my limits can be pushed further by making me hold the enema longer than they think is possible.

Angle my ass so everyone can see the fluids and particles that will be expelled, then show them how my body can be trained to associate release with pleasure by stimulating my cunt and removing the balloons at the exact moment of orgasm.

[medfetlover]

Holy. Shit. I’m breathless reading this because it’s such a beautiful fantasy.

[controlllme]

This is a dream🤤🥵❤️

[pigthoughts]

would need that.. so bad..

[deadbride666]

[slavetodaddy]

Daddy’s toilet

I’ve been in such a disgustingly filthy mood lately. I can’t stop thinking about the time I drank Daddy’s piss out in the open at a bar. I really want to do that again and redeem myself for taking so long to do it.

I would also like to take it a step further. I want Him to lead me to the bathroom where He orders me to kneel before Him and open my mouth. He tells me if I spill a single drop I will be punished severely. I open my mouth as Daddy starts to piss directly into it. I’m trying to swallow it while keeping my mouth open so it doesn’t overflow and spill. Daddy doesn’t lie about punishments. He drank a lot of beer, so it keeps coming and I can’t keep up. I swallow what I can but it starts to spill out. In my panic I shift and it soaks my hair. I apologize for spilling His piss that He was so generous to give me, but it’s too late. Daddy decides my punishment is due now. After all, I am already covered in piss and disgusting so now is the perfect time.

Daddy orders me to lie flat on my back on the bathroom floor. I know what’s coming and I know I can’t mess up or it will be very bad for me. He tells me to pull down my pants and open my legs during my punishment so that I can rub my clit. He’s training me to enjoy this punishment since eventually I will become His human toilet full time. I start to rub my clit slowly, and it feels so good since I haven’t been given permission to cum in weeks. Daddy tells me if I spill anything else I will not leave there without a black eye at the very least. But if I am a good girl He will allow me to cum. I am dying to cum so I know what I have to do.

Daddy gets completely naked while watching me edge. He wants me to get as close to cumming as I can. Seeing His naked body turns me on so much. He is so sexy with His piercing. I love looking at Him. He can tell I’m getting close, so He kisses my forehead and reminds me to be good. He stands above my face and lowers His ass inches from my mouth and tells me to open it. I open my mouth and wait for it, half terrified and half turned on. I can see His asshole start to expand and I know it’s coming. I want to close my eyes but that will make it hard to avoid spilling anything. His shit starts pouring into my mouth pretty slowly. It’s warm and soft and not too gritty. I only slightly gag, but I remember that if I’m good I can cum. I need to cum. I keep rubbing my clit while swallowing Daddy’s shit. It’s soft enough I can swallow it as it comes which makes it easier. I’m expecting more as I hear Daddy say He’s all done, to my relief. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected. Now all I have to do is lick Daddy clean and I can cum. He sits on my face as I lick His ass, getting every last bit of shit I can find. I love eating His ass.

He stands up and looks to see that I did not spill a single drop this time. He is all clean, too, which makes Him happy. Daddy tells me I have one minute to cum and if I don’t then I have to wait until I earn it again. I know I better cum while I can, so I rub my clit extra fast and hard while He watches me. I cum within one minute and completely forget I just swallowed all of His shit. Daddy gets dressed and tells me to clean myself up and meet Him back out at our table. He tells me what a good little slut I am and pats my head. I thank Him for letting me be His toilet and allowing me to cum. I love Him. ❤

[fulltoiletsluts-blog]

Damn this is so hot.

[thesoullesstyrant2020-deactivat]

Analogies

TRIGGER WARNING

Analogies work well on stupid cunts. The possibilities are endless. You can tell a cunt that her brain is as soft and weak as her udders are, and every time someone grabs her tits her brain is also being groped. So hard to think when someone is kneading your brain like a soft, pliant piece of dough. As smart person would think this is stupid, but a cunt doesn’t “think”, she just gets wet and absorbs the imagery.

[pigthoughts]

conditioning..

[cute-anal-slave-deactivated2019]

Anal urinal slave - story. <3

Jenna walked up to a notice board near her house. She had recently lost her job and was checking their often as she needed money…and soon. There was a new add posted today. 

“Girls wanted. Cleaning job. Good payment. Come to this address during weekdays for interview…” 

The ad did look suspicious but she was getting desperate. She went back home, dressed herself up and went to the address. The place was found in one of the suburbs near the city. She opened the black door and went inside. She waited in a small room, the receptionist was quite sweet. Eventually she was called into an office. It was quite dark and sterile looking, but Jenna did not think it was that strange for a cleaning company. The man examined Jenna with his eyes, up and down. She started to feel a little uncomfortable now. 

“We are specifically looking for someone to work in bathrooms…toilets.” 

“Oh, well yes I could clean bathrooms and toilets, I really just need a job.” 

“Hmm well you won’t be cleaning them…but you would suit working here.” 

Jenna now felt quite scared, she went to stand up and leave but two men came in from the office door and grabbed her. She screamed but was quickly muffled with hands. The men taped her hands and legs with thick black tape, and forced an o ring gag into her mouth. They then left her on the floor and walked out the door. The man from the office then stood over Jenna.

“We are actually seeking a new toilet slave, an anal one in particular. We run a brothel downstairs and have put in a new bathroom, this is why the position is available. You will need training, obviously, I doubt your petite frame will be able to handle what is to come yet….but it will.” 

Jenna began to scream through her gag, but that just made the man go to the cupboard, retrieve a dildo and push it through the gag into her throat, taping it around her head to keep it in place. Jenna was then taken into the training rooms.

**

Jenna was placed into a particular machine. This would train her automatically for a few weeks, until she was ready. She would only be let out now and then to exercise. The machine restrained her on all fours, strapped to a device so that she would automatically be kept in this position. Twice a day a large enema would be forced into her anus. It made her stomach stretch as though she was 8 months pregnant and be kept in for a number of hours. The enema plug would automatically inflate so that there was no way it could be pushed out. It would eventually remove the water via a tube. When this was not occurring a dildo would constantly fuck Jenna’s anus. Each day it was replaced with a bigger one until eventually it was a large as a man’s arm. She was fed through a feeding tube, this fit nicely through her now permanent ring gag. After a number of weeks the man that she had first seem entered the room and removed the dildo, Jenna still kept in the device. He began to finger her anus, and then slowly pushed his entire fist and half of his arm inside her. Jenna screamed. He decided she was now ready. 

**

The sign on the bathroom door read “New urinal slave in bathroom.”

Jenna was often placed in different positions in the bathroom in order to keep it interesting. Some days she was placed upside down, her mouth gagged and head hooded. Her anus would be faced upward and a large plastic type ‘ring’ was placed just inside her asshole to make sure it was always gaping wide. Then men would piss straight into it. Often when she became full after a nights work, the guard would put in a huge plug and pump it up. Then have Jenna be placed in the brothel so men could use her mouth and look at her giant stomach full of their piss.

Other times she was placed on all fours, with a tube running from her anus to the regular urinal. A dildo machine constantly fucking her throat. In this position Jenna could hold the most amount of piss, the men would watch her stomach grow and grow over the night until she was writhing with cramps, trying to express the tube from her anus…but it never worked. Everything a new cup of urine would enter her bowels a strong vibrator would go off against her clitoris, meaning that she would cum many times throughout the night…more painful and intense depending on how full she was. 

Sometimes at the end of the night they would attach the tube from her anus to her mouth. Meaning that she would be forced to drink the piss, still barely relieving any pressure in her stomach until she eventually began to turn it into her own urine. 

When Jenna slept she was kept in a small cell with a mattress. Always shacked and gagged. A large dildo was constantly placed inside her anus. It was hollow so that throughout her rest periods the guards could come and fuck it, without letting her anus relax or not be completely stretched out, this would also set off the vibrator, Jenna never really accepted her life as a urinal but she had no choice, at least now she didn’t need to worry about paying her bills. 

(Thanks to @clydesdale90 for the inspiration x)

[pigthoughts]

should be me

[blackmailandabuse-deactivated20]

Becky and the Disgusting Man

I wrote this for a cunt I met through tumblr. I figured someone other than her might enjoy it. If you’re a cunt and you enjoyed it, make sure to let me know!

Becky looked down at her phone, but she could not believe what she was seeing. She was looking at a video of herself, fingering her ass and sucking her fingers clean. Her face was visible, the entire disgusting act played before her. An unknown number had sent it to her. How had he gotten it?

     “Is that you, Rebecca?” The message arrived shortly after the video. “Respond now or else.” Quickly, Becky asked the stranger what they wanted. Instructions followed. Meeting at a parking lot nearby. Her Facebook profile, the profiles for her siblings and friends, their phone numbers appeared on her phone. “Fuck this up and everyone will find out. EVERYONE.”

     Ice gripped her. How had he gotten it? The man she sent it to had promised to keep it for himself. Stupid. Stupid to trust him. Stupid to believe him. Now she was in a bind. Looking back over the information he had sent, and the video, Becky realize she had no choice. If her family saw how pathetic, how disgusting, she was they would never look at her the same way again. Steeling herself, she headed to meet the stranger.

     A short walk later, she found a single car idling in the location she was instructed to find. The man in the car was huge. His bulk almost took up the entire front seat of the sedan. Upon seeing her, his tiny eyes widened leaving no doubt he recognized her from the video. He broke out a wide, hungry smile. The flagrant lust on his face made Becky want to run. Her mind ran wild trying to imagine what he might want from her, what she might have to do to keep him from trying to destroy her life. As she walked over to his car he stepped out. The first thing that struck her was how tall he was. His height was the only thing about him that was could be considered attractive. His teeth were crooked in his mouth, his face covered in patchy scruff, his hair was dark, greasy and unkempt. His mouth hung slack as he evaluated her, she could practically see his tongue dangling out of his huge mouth. It made her skin crawl. With a huge, pudgy hand he waved Becky over. Stiff with tension, Becky stepped towards him. He waved again, impatient.

     When Becky was close enough to smell him she discovered his appearance was not the only thing about him that was repulsive. He smelled strongly of onions and rotting meat. It never occurred to her that a human could smell so terrible. Her stomach roiling she walked closer to him even as her every instinct screamed at her to run away. In a deep, rumbling voice he said, “Hello cunt I’m so glad you made it because I was really wondering if you were smart enough to take me seriously,” the disgusting man spoke fast, as though he was reciting a script he had memorized. As he spoke his horrible, fetid breath mingled with his body odor to make Becky even queasier than she already was. “So I’m going to tell you Becky that I have much more stuff than that little gem I sent to you. I have every disgusting, filthy thing you’ve ever recorded. You really like licking toilet seats don’t you? So I’m just going to make myself clear you have one goal in life now: to make me happy. If you fail, if you let me down, if you fuck up even once, I’ll expose you to everyone in your life and that’ll be that. Now are you going to be good?” Finished speaking, he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. His bulk made the display less intimidating than he wanted, but Becky did not need anything else to be intimidated. If he had everything then there was no way she could risk him posting it. He was fucking disgusting, but he had her.

     She hung her head and nodded, tears stinging her eyes. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him, “What was that Becky? I couldn’t hear you.”

     “I’ll be good,” Becky said with a small voice.

     “Let’s see how serious you are cunt!” he put his hand on the back of her neck and pulled Becky in close, right into her ear he whispered, “I’ve needed to take a piss for like an hour. I want you to get on your knees and drink it all right now. Understand?” Shocked, Becky looked around a saw people strolling down the street, wandering in an out of shops, there was no way she could do it.

     “Please, please can we at least do it in the car? There are people around,” she begged.

     “Did I fucking say we could do it in the car bitch?” the man said, his voice laced with menace.

     “Please, it’s just too much, anyone could walk by. I’ll do whatever you want. Please.”

     The man reached into Becky’s shirt and grabbed her breast. He squeezed it hard. The pain was stunning. “You don’t seem to understand Becky, you’re going to do whatever I want now. I don’t need to make any deals with you. Now talk back again and see what happens.”

     Becky nodded. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”

     He released his iron grip on her breast. “Now get on your knees and do as you’re told.” Shaking, Becky lowered herself to her knees on the hot asphalt. The man loomed over her without moving. A moment later he gestured to his crotch, and she understood that he expected her to take out his cock. Glancing around, Becky saw that no one was watching them and she prayed it would stay that way. Despite trying to will herself to stop trembling her hands continued to quake. Slowly, she unzipped his fly. His yellowed underwear greeted her as she reached into his pants to try and get his cock out. She freed it and was shocked at the size of it. Soft the head was still huge, and the girth was terrifying. She was not sure it would fit inside her soft, let alone hard.

     “You better get your mouth open quick cunt, unless you want to get drenched,” he chuckled.

     Becky opened her mouth wide just as the stream began to flow. A hot, sour, bitter assaulted her as she struggled to swallow it all. Some of it escaped her mouth and dribbled down her front. It got everywhere as the disgusting man pissed and pissed. Becky could not possibly swallow it all no matter how fast she gulped the horrible liquid down. When he was finally done he shook off the last few drops onto her face. His urine caused her clothes cling to her obscenely and made her smell rank. Looking up at his piggish face and seeing it lit up with lust and power made almost made Becky throw up all she had just swallowed. A quick glance around confirmed her worst fear; a young couple was pointing right at them and whispering amongst themselves. Becky’s face grew hot. She looked away from the couple and stood up.

     “Can we please go now?” Becky pleaded.

     “Sure,” the man said giving her a slap on the ass, “I feel fucking great! Get in the car bitch and I’ll take you to the hotel.”

     Grateful to be out of the public eye Becky nearly dived into the car only to find herself hauled out. The man was surprisingly strong for someone so fat. “Are you fucking stupid? Look at your you’re covered in piss,” as he spoke he opened the trunk, “you ride in here. I’m not paying to clean this car after you get in it you dumb bitch.” Becky struggled when he picked her up, but it was pointless. He was so much stronger. Into the trunk she went. The last thing she saw was the couple that watched them earlier pretending she did not exist as they walked away. The man closed the trunk and engulfed Becky in darkness. She groped for her bag but cursed. She must have left it in the car before he pulled her out of it. Without a phone she could not call for help, or even know where they were going.

     An unknowable amount of time later the trunk opened. The disgusting man looked down upon her and said, “We’re here cunt. You can come out now.” Becky took in her surroundings. They were outside the city. Close by was a small house at the end of a long gravel road. The house was small, but looked well-kept. She was surprised given how vile the man was that his home should look so pleasant.

Without ceremony he gave her ass a firm slap and told her to get moving inside. Ice formed in Becky’s stomach as she wondered what horrors awaited her inside. He gave her another smack on the ass, hard enough to make her yelp, and she went inside. The house was modestly decorated, though the fast food wrappers and half-eaten food strewn about diminished its charm quite a bit. Suddenly, he was there, his massive hands rubbing her breasts. She had not heard him come in, or shut the door. On instinct, she tried to squirm free. His grip on her tightened, he had her wrapped in a suffocating hug now. He squeezed and Becky could not breathe. Desperately, she beat at his arms, but nothing made a difference. Just as her vision started to fade he let her go. She collapsed to the ground drawing the cool air in deep. “You act like that again and you’ll be sorry. Understand?” he said he voice laced with menace.

      Weakly, Becky nodded. “Answer me!” he thundered.

      “Yes I understand,” she choked out.

      “You call me ‘sir.’”

      “Yes sir.”

      “Now pick your ass up off the floor you don’t have time to be lounging. I’m hungry.”

      Becky struggled her feet. “You expect me to cook for you?”

      “Look you fucking toilet, you call me ‘sir,’” he said as his piggish eyes narrowed, “you forget again and your sister gets a video of what you did in that parking lot.” Panic seized Becky. He had taken a video of her gulping down his piss?

      “Please sir, I’m sorry sir. I won’t forget again sir.”

      He reached out to stroke her cheek. It took all her willpower to not flinch. “I know you’re just a stupid cunt but I’m sure you won’t forget again. Now go get cooking.”

      Becky did the best she could with what he had available, which was not much. Still, she prepared a passable meal for the disgusting man. Once it was in front of him he inhaled the aroma deeply and sighed. “God damn that smells good cunt. Now get under the table. I want you to suck my cock while I eat.”

      She froze. His casual humiliation of her made her think twice about what her dignity was worth. Surely her family might overlook her transgressions. But would her boss, or her friends? She knew the risk was not worth it. All she had to do was endure and this would end. Crushed, Becky got down on her knees and crawled under the table. She fished out his cock, which still smelled rotten. It was shocking to her that someone could smell so bad and she wondered when he last bathed. Tentatively, she licked the tip. The taste was worse than the smell. She gagged at it. It tasted like earth and rust and salt. She had never had anything so foul in her mouth and that included his piss from earlier that day. He banged his hand on the table. “What are you waiting for bitch? It’s not going to suck itself,” he chuckled when he was done talking though nothing he said had been funny.

      Steeling herself, she took the cock head in her mouth. It was the size of a small apple and she could barely fit it. Unbelievably, Becky managed to not throw up as the horrid, rancid taste filled her mouth and assaulted her every sense. As she sucked on him his cock started to grow harder and she got a full idea of just how big he was. Engorged he was almost the length of her forearm. His cock was as thick as a can of soda and had thick, unsightly veins running along the shaft. Becky struggled to get as much of it into her mouth as she could but it was just too large. She gagged noisily as she tried to please him. When the pain in her throat as too much to bear she started licking up and down the shaft. His forest of pubic hair was thick, matted, and filthy. Try as she might her tongue occasionally brushed against it and made her retch. She hoped that he would not make her lick his huge, hairy balls. The idea of tasting them almost made her want to run from the house. As she licked and sucked his repulsive shaft she prayed that would be enough to satisfy him.

He banged the table again. “Don’t forget my balls bitch. You get them nice and clean.” Her hope died as he spoke. Gulping she reached out with her tongue and licked one. It tasted worse than his cock. Fear is all that made her continue. Displeasing him was unthinkable. And so without laying a hand on her he broke her down as Becky washed his balls with her tongue. “Oh fuck that’s so fucking good. You keep that up bitch.” She continued licking while the sound of him loudly chewing and enjoying his dinner filled the room. Without warning he reached under the table and grabbed her head. He put her mouth back onto his cock. Despite her alarmingly intense gagging he forced his cock down her throat. Even with all the pressure he was applying he could only get half of it into her mouth. Again, Becky found herself unable to breathe as his dick filled her throat. He pulled her head back. She gasped. He forced his cock back into her throat. It only took a few thrusts until her jaw and her lungs burned. Tears stung her eyes. After an eternity of him fucking her face he grunted and shot his load into her mouth. His cum was much like him: thick and disgusting. She struggled to swallow it all but it had the consistency of glue. No matter how much she gulped some of it remained in her mouth.

“Ahhhhhhhh that’s much better. Been needing to cum like that for fucking days bitch. You can come out from under the table now cunt. It’s time to move this show into the bedroom.” Finally, Becky finished swallowing his load. It was only then she noticed that his dick was still hard. That hardly seemed possible, but it was in front of her. Quaking, she wondered what he was going to take from her next.

When Becky emerged from under the table she got a look at herself in a mirror. Her eyes were red and swollen from the tears that stung them, her lower chin was covered in spit and drool, and her hair was a mess. She could see the man in the mirror too. He was behind her and gazing at her like she was a piece of meat. “Actually,” he said, “before we go to the bedroom let’s get you naked bitch. I want to see those udders of yours.”

      His comparing her to a cow felt like a punch in the stomach. There seemed to be no end to the humiliation he was going to inflict on her. Holding back tears, Becky moved to obey his command to disrobe. When her breasts were free from her underwear the disgusting man whistled in appreciation. “God damn cow you have got some great tits. Now turn around for me I want to see that ass.” Becky turned her back to him.

      “God damn,” he said again, he did not seem to have much imagination in his word choice, “bend over that table I want to get a real good look at you.”

      As Becky bent down she noticed for the first time the remnants of his dinner she right in front of her. If she bent down too far she risked making a mess of herself. Bending down as far as she could the tips of her nipples were just above the food; Becky wanted to retain some of her dignity and getting her own food all over her breasts was just a step too far.

      Of course, the disgusting man had other plans. She felt a firm hand on her back and suddenly she was pushed down on the table. The partially-eaten remnants smeared all over her chest and belly. “When I say bend over I fucking mean it.” Then, she felt an impact on her ass that made her yelp in pain. He had smacked her with something hard and metallic. He hit her again, this time she barely managed to not scream. He beat on her ass a third, fourth, fifth time. Each time Becky had to bite back a scream. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. In all he gave her twenty smacks with what turned out to be his belt buckle. “Next time you don’t listen right I’m going to beat on those udders of yours, understand?”

      Becky nodded, blinded by the tears in her eyes.

      He hit her ass again. “I asked you a fucking question.”

      “Yes sir I understand sir.” He hit her again.

      “Good. Now reach back and spread your ass cunt, I want to get a look at you.”

      Feeling sticky and disgusting Becky reached back and put herself on display for him, burning away more of her dignity. She could feel his eyes examining her pussy and ass. Suddenly, she felt his fingers probing at her. Mortified at how easily his filthy finger slipped into her. Becky hated herself for being so wet and could not understand her pussy was betraying her like this. His finger was almost as thick as a cock itself and it filled her pleasurably. Without thinking, Becky moaned. At that the disgusting man chuckled. “Look at you fuckpig,” he said as he fingered her, “wet before I even touched you. What kind of cunt are you anyway.” He pulled his finger out of her. It started pushing against her ass and that made Becky tense up. Her ass was extremely tight even when she was relaxed and she was far from relaxed right now. Painfully he tried to force his finger inside, but made no progress. After a minute of pushing he stopped.

      “Going to have to do something about this ass bitch. First, it’s too tight. Second, the color on your asshole is just nasty. You need some anal bleaching or some shit.” Hearing a man so disgusting, so repulsive, and so rank criticize any aspect of her appearance made Becky’s stomach turn. It made her feel like garbage. Then, his finger was in her mouth. She could taste her own pussy, the remnants of the meal she made (indicating he had eaten with his hands?) and something foul at the tip. She knew what that taste was and it made her feel degraded anew. “Oh yeah suck it good bitch.”

      Now Becky felt the man’s huge cockhead poking at her pussy. She pulled her mouth off his finger and said, “Will you wear a condom? Please? Sir?” her quiet voice was filled with momentary hope, dashed as soon as Ian replied.

      “Fuck, no! I’m riding you bareback, Becky!” For a moment she thought about how easy it would be to kick him in his surprisingly large balls, or simply make a run for it and deal with what came afterward. Normally Becky was strong-willed, confident, and outgoing, but this disgusting man had somehow turned her into his powerless slut. She felt him grab at her breasts as he lined his dick up with her wet slit. She could hear the labored, excited breathing so close behind her. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, and the greedy lust in her blackmailer’s eyes. He was drooling visibly, and tugged stunning blonde her hair back sharply as she tried to look down.  The moment’s pain told her she was to watch as she was taken from behind. In one swift motion he buried half his cock in her.

     “Oh god damn! It’s amazing! I can’t believe how good your cunt feels! What do you think of my cock, fuckpig?”

“It’s big!”

The words were out of Becky’s mouth before she could stop them, and in the mirror the disgusting man saw her face blush a dark shade of red yet.  The smirk of arrogant pleasure on his fat face only compounded her fresh degradation, but there was no doubt that as much as Becky hated being taken by this nauseating loser, his cock felt good sliding inside her.

“I had no idea how much of a whore you were! Tell me you want me to fuck you, make it sound good!”

The words almost stuck in her throat.  The man’s sweaty soft body pressing into her back was utterly disgusting to her, and he smelled atrocious. She her felt moist and gooey as his thrusting pushed her deeper into the food. What she wanted to cry was “No! God, no! Please just let me go!” but what she said was, “Please fuck me sir! I want to be your whore!”

“Yeah, you fucking cow!” He withdrew almost his entire dick and then slammed it back into her hard enough to make her cry out. Wet and no stranger to sex, Becky felt her unwanted pleasure growing as the fat man rutted on her.  It was so shameful to find that she was physically enjoying this blackmailed fucking from possibly the ugliest man she had ever seen.  She moaned, and then clamped her mouth shut. It was too late, the damage was done.

“C’mon, Becky you slut! Open your dirty mouth and moan like a whore for me!”

“Yes sir,” she said. She moaned again. Becky’s moaning clearly had a powerful effect on her the disgusting man.  His thrusts grew shorter and faster, and she could tell that he was close to coming. The idea of being filled with his vile cum was too much for her to bear. Feeling a little more of her dignity die Becky begged, “Please sir let me swallow your cum. I want it in my mouth so much. I want to suck out every drop.” She prayed he would accept his offer.

Her prayers went unanswered. The disgusting man He pushed forward hard, and wrapped his arms around Becky.  She was completely crushed between him and the table, barely able to breathe, as he shot his pent up cum as deeply into her as it would go. To add insult to injury, his last desperate thrusts pushed her over the edge as well. Becky’s scream of pleasure was translated to a strangled gasp as she shuddered in his fat grasp, but her squeezing pussy milked fresh blasts from the large cock buried deep inside her.

After an eternity of emptying is balls inside her he finished cumming at last. He staggered backwards and landed heavily on his fat ass, withdrawing from Becky’s gaping cunt with a horrendous wet slurping noise. She could feel his thick cum dribbling out of her and down her legs. She lay prone over the table, unable to raise her face or look her reflection in the eyes. Aftershocks of pleasure radiated from her sensitive clit and compounded her shame. It made her want to die. How could she let herself be so thoroughly used. How could she cum while he forced her to pleasure him. She had become a cum dump for a man so repulsive it would have been a miracle if this was not the first time he fucked a conscious woman. The humiliation was too much, so she lay passively until finally the disgusting man pulled himself up to his feet.

He bent over and grabbed Becky by the hair pulling her off the table. He dropped her painfully to her knees and shoved his dick into her face, “Lick it clean you nasty bitch,” he said. She looked up at him and he looked positively giddy. He looked as though he could not imagine his luck. Defeated, she began lapping at his cock with her tongue, trying hard to ignore the taste. “You came at the end there didn’t you? Tell me the truth!” With great reluctance, Becky looked up at him and nodded.

He slapped her, “I can’t hear you cunt.”

“Yes I came sir,” Becky said in between licks. She did not want to give him another excuse to hit her. She could feel her pussy leaking and making puddle on the floor between her legs as she remained on her knees. How much had he cum in her?

“Keep using your tongue only! That’s how you sluts like it, right, Becky? Look me in the eye and tell me you like it!”

“Yes… Yes, I like to use my tongue.”

“God you whore, you slut, you filthy bitch, look at you fucking a guy like me just for my huge cock, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.”

The insults continued on and on. The smell and taste lessened as Becky worked her tongue along his shaft, or perhaps she grew used to them. She licked him until he grew hard and straight again, and again she was impressed with his size.

“Climb on, Becky. This time I’m just going to lie here while you ride me you dumb cunt!”

When the disgusting man laid back, his bliss written across his face, Becky slowly lowered herself onto the fat man’s rigid shaft.  Her sticky thighs descended until she sat astride his legs. He grabbed her breasts suddenly, painfully groping at her tender flesh and stiff nipples.  A fresh moan escaped her lips as began to move on top of the disgusting man.

“Hey,” he said playfully, “you know something?” he waited for her to nod.

“I have cameras all over this house uploading to a secure server! You’re a fucking porn star you stupid bitch!”

The shock of his statement almost made Becky stop fucking him. But, she thought to herself, she had already fucked him once because of what he already had on her. What was one more thing? Becky didn’t stop fucking disgusting man, it was too late for that.  She found that on top of all the humiliation the night had wrought, the footage could hardly make things much worse.  Riding on top, controlling the depth and speed of the fuck, Becky realized she was moving like a willing lover.  She looked down past his groping hands to his bulk spread out beneath her, and into the lust twisted ugliness of his face, and found she was moving even faster.  He was going to cum inside her again, and compound her humiliation again. Yet, she wasn’t even going to try and stop him this time.

She realized now she had truly become a whore for this disgusting man. And the obese tub of lard was surely going to blackmail her many more times, if he really had filmed her.  The thought of being forced into ever more degrading acts racked her with a fresh wave of humiliation. Perhaps one day the man would burn away the last of her shame, but for now the last of Becky’s pride kept her blushing as she rode the guard to a loud grunting climax on his part. He stiffened beneath her, and she knew he was shooting more of his filthy cum into her. He groaned and trashed like an animal, his huge paw-like hands digging cruelly into her thighs holding her in place as he drained himself inside her.

When he was finally done he allowed Becky to climb off of him.

“Tell me bitch, are you on birth control?”

“I am sir,” Becky answered; she could feel her face turning red.

“Not anymore you’re not. Throw that shit away, understand?”

“Will you at least use condoms then sir?” Becky asked with a hollow voice.

“Fuck no!” he thundered, the words made her flinch, “now do as you’re fucking told or the whole internet is going to see you riding my dick.”

Becky nodded. “If you don’t want that tape going public, then you’re going to meet me every time I call you.” He did not say it like a question, it was undoubtedly a command. Becky nodded again.

“Good, now get the fuck out of here. Leave your panties. They’re mine now.”

He allowed her the luxury of sitting in the front seat of the car on the way back. He played with her tits the entire time, no matter who could see them. Becky kept her eyes closed to block out the world as he pawed at her. When they finally arrived the disgusting man pulled her to him for one final slobbery disgusting kiss before allowing her to leave. She heard the disgusting, fat asshole, her new master, laughing at her back. She desperately wanted to forget him, but she knew that if and when he called her she would come and she would feel him inside her again, be assaulted by his vile stench. and hear his labored breathing.

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wet now…

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..... jetzt sind 4 von 5 auf amazon/kindle "lesbar"... allerdings, meine liebste ... die bei der ich am längsten feucht war... nach dem schreiben... (sie heisst "horoskop")... ist noch nicht da...

achtung: "die entfernung"... ist sehr extrem... nichts für zart besaitete ;)..

wenn horoskop zu lesen ist.. melde ich mich nochmal..

viel spass beim lesen...

of course... the woman on the covers.. is me..😘