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This is my story.  This is an adult story meant for people over the age of
18.  It is a fantasy, not reality.  Please do not reproduce or repost
without permission.

   Krispy2182 sent me some picture of his slut sucking a dog's cock.  He
suggested some ideas for a fantasy story.  I hope this offering meets his
intentions and I look forward to more naked sluts and bestiality pictures
from people that like my stories.

   Thanks, Johnnie666666@yahoo.com

   Janieslut (MF, Bond, SM, Best)

   Hallo, I want to tell you my story.  My real name is Janie, but Sir
calls me Janieslut.  I now think of myself as Janieslut too.  I am 18 years
old.  You could probably say that I am more than a little overweight, but
Sir loves my size.  I have 38DD tits and a pretty huge arse.  My belly used
to hang over my knickers.  I used to wear a bra and knickers but since I
moved in with Sir I don't wear any clothes at all.  When I am on all fours
being fucked my belly hangs a bit, well maybe more than a bit, it wobbles a
lot too.  I stopped weighing myself a long time ago because it was too
depressing.

   I "met" Sir by chance in a food hall in a shopping mall.  I was just 16
and was with a bunch of my friends from school, I was wearing a
ridiculously short skirt that tended to ride up on my big thighs, I wore a
tight see-through top too, both were black.  I often wore black as it
disguises my size best.  I was wearing a bra that day, but that was
see-through too, so I knew my erect nipples were pretty much visible.  My
stockings and suspenders were black too.  My skirt was so short that my
stocking tops were clearly visible, as was some of the suspender.  My
leopard print ankle boots had 5" high heels.  I saw him looking at me.  He
looked a bit scary really.  Like me, he was dressed all in black, but he
had grey facial hair that made him look mysterious and made my eyes draw to
him.

   I was looking at him as my friends were chatting about the stuff that 16
year olds do.  I can't even remember back them what was so engaging.  But I
noticed his attention.  He was looking at me intensely.  I tried to see
where his attention was focussed by following his gaze.  I eventually
realised he was looking up my skirt.  I don't know why, but I looked away
and got back into the conversation with the girls as I slowly opened my
legs.  My friends didn't notice, but when I glanced back, briefly, I knew
that he had noticed.

   I still wore knickers then, although they were very brief.  I never
bought the expensive ones with the double gusset, so I knew that he would
be able to see my cunt lips pushing against the silky material.  It made me
so hot, and so wet, that I knew the black silk would soon be transparent
unless I closed my legs.  I didn't close my legs.

   After a half hour gossiping we had to leave.  One last glance told me
that he hadn't lost interest before I closed my legs and stood up with the
other girls to leave the food hall.  I was totally shaken when he appeared
at my side and pushed a slip of paper into my hand before congratulating me
on my hot cunt.  My hot cunt!  I couldn't believe he was congratulating me
on my hot cunt!  My cunt got even hotter.

   We left the mall and I walked home alone, my cunt was throbbing.  I had
only had sex once before, more a fumble really, with a boy from school that
didn't have a clue.  We were in the park snogging, he somehow pulled my
skirt up and got his fingers into my knickers and stroked my cunt until it
was wet enough for him to get a finger inside.  Then, he pushed me to the
ground and pulled my knickers down and off one leg.  He pushed down between
my legs as I laid on my back on the grass, my cunt naked and quite hot,
ready for my virginity to be taken.  He pushed his little cock inside me.
As soon as he did he came!  I wondered what sex was all about.

   Anyway, as I walked home on my own I looked at the piece of paper that
he had thrust into my hand at the shopping mall.  It was brief and to the
point.

   "I loved looking at your gorgeous cunt and your huge tits.  I want to
suck them both before you suck my big cock - call me" followed by his cell
phone number.  I had to stop walking.  I nearly came then and there just
thinking about him sucking my tits and cunt, then me sucking his cock.  I
was sixteen for God's sake and this grown man wanted to suck my cunt.  I so
wanted my cunt sucked and licked and kissed.  I had read about it but the
boys that I hung out with were completely incapable of even thinking about
such an act.

   When I got home I went straight up to my bedroom.  I stripped my clothes
off and looked at myself in the mirror.  I saw big tits, big belly, big
thighs and big cunt lips.  My face was pretty, but a little puffy.  I
opened my legs and put my right hand between the parted thighs and pulled
my lips down.  I pushed a finger up between my lips and found I was
absolutely soaking wet.  I dropped back on the bed and shoved two fingers
straight into my cunt.  I held my knees as far apart as I could and lifted
my arse off the bed as I rammed my fingers into my cunt just thinking about
having my cunt licked by this older man.  I came harder than ever before.
My cunt juices ran out of my slit and down my arse cheeks, soaking the bed
under me.  I could smell how hot I was.

   Thirty minutes later, I was still naked, still fingering my hot cunt
when I called him from the house phone.  He was friendly and joking on the
phone, telling me that hadn't seen such a hot looking cunt for a long time.
I was shocked at his language, but my fingers were playing with my cunt and
I was secretly excited.  He asked if we could meet, just the two of us.  I
told him yes, but it had to be a public place or my parents would flip.  He
laughed.  He told he would send me details of where and when to meet.  It
was to be the next day!  How keen was he?

   About an hour later the phone rang.  He told me he would meet me at a
local hotel bar at 17:00.  The rest of the conversation was about his
expectations!  He told me exactly what I was to wear!  I was to wear a
dress.  It had to be button through.  I was not to wear any underwear at
all, not even stockings.  My cunt was already leaking.

   The next day I stood in front of the mirror again as I buttoned up the
dress.  For the first time in my life I had just shaved my cunt while I
showered.  Not completely, but I had fashioned my pubic hair into a very
narrow strip, a Brazilian.  I had shaved the space between my thighs
completely, hoping that it would be in his mouth before the date was over.

   As I walked into the hotel lobby I felt that all eyes were on me.  I
thought everyone knew that I was a naked slut that didn't have any knickers
or bra on under her dress.  Actually, I am sure there were one or two that
could tell, because their eyes were fixed on me as I walked through the
lobby, my huge tits were pretty mobile under the dress.  I sat on a sofa
waiting; I was looking around for him, shifting on the chair so much
because my cunt was so hot.  The lift doors opened and I saw him.  He was
dressed really cool in a Caribbean top, beige trousers, deck shoes and Ray
Bans.  His beard was perfectly trimmed and his smile was broad and
innocent.

   He saw me and waved.  He went to the bar and beckoned me over.  I sat on
a high stool next to him.  He ordered drinks.  A beer for him, a J2O for
me. My stomach was churning, he was so, so what I wanted in a man.  He
looked strong, powerful, he had a confidence that I found very attractive.
He sat next to me on his stool, swivelled it towards me so he was facing
me; and passed me the juice.  I swivelled my stool so that I was facing him
too.  He sipped his beer and we started small talk.  Not for long though,
because after asking how old I was - and finding that I was 16 - he leant
forward and told me to spread my legs!  Not just "can you part your thighs
a bit for me" but "spread your legs as wide as you can".  OK.  I glanced
around as I started to spread my thighs, I was shocked when he quickly
leant forward and grabbed my left nipple and squeezed it hard.  I yelped a
bit.  He looked me in the eye as he kept squeezing my nipple hard and told
me that if he had wanted me to look around the bar he would have told me
to. I grinned sheepishly and quickly spread my legs apart.  He smiled with
approval and let go of my throbbing nipple.  He was looking intently at my
cunt that was on display for all to see.  He asked if I had shaved for him.
I blushed a bit and said yes.  He asked why and I was totally embarrassed.
I said that it was really hairy down there and I thought he might prefer it
tidier.  He smiled and said he was glad I had taken the trouble and that it
wouldn't be much more trouble to get rid of the rest of it would it?  I was
a bit stunned.  I had only known the man for 10 minutes and here I was with
my legs spread wide apart in a public bar being told to shave off the rest
of my pubic hair!

   When we had finished our drinks he got off the stool and told me to
follow him.  He led me to a lift to the 10th floor and then into a lavishly
decorated room with fabulous views across the city.  I stood in the
doorway, I hadn't even suspected that this would happen so quickly.  He
came to me and gently kissed me on the neck, the ear, the nose and finally
on my mouth.  I was swooning with pleasure.  I felt him unbuttoning my
dress and ignored the fear of my podgy body being seen naked by a man I
barely knew.  He slipped the dress off my shoulders and it fell to the
floor.  He pushed me back towards the bed.  When my knees hit the mattress
I fell backwards and he pulled me slightly, holding behind my knees, so
that my bottom was on the edge of the bed.  He lifted my knees and pushed
my legs apart.  I knew he was inspecting my cunt and my big lips.  I felt
him gently blowing on my clitoris, then stroking the outside of my labia,
then the tip of his tongue grazed the end of my rapidly erecting clitoris.
I was ready to come then and there.  It wasn't to be though, he moved up my
body, kissing as he moved until he was kissing my left nipple, then my
right nipple, sucking them lovingly.  They grew huge which seemed to please
him.  He worked his way back down my body, leaving his left hand gently
squeezing my right nipple as his fingers worked their way into the folds of
my labia, gently pressing a finger into my tight cunt.  He moved his finger
around before gently pressing a second finger into me.  I always used two
fingers when I masturbated but his fingers were so much bigger than mine I
could feel the stretch.  He was moving his fingers around now, frigging me
like I do to myself, rapidly in and out.  Then he stopped and worked a
third finger inside me.  I was wet enough to take it though and enjoyed it
immensely when he started pumping his fingers in and out again while his
other hand swapped from nipple to nipple making sure they both stayed
erect. His fingers stopped moving, they were deep inside me and my cunt was
gripping them hard.  He told me to relax my cunt muscles, which was very
hard to do, but somehow I managed to do it.  He turned his fingers until
his thumb was underneath as he started to gently lick my clitoris.  His
fingers barely moved in my relaxed cunt but I could feel every motion.  I
tensed when he pushed his thumb into my arse, but I didn't move at all, the
sensations on my clitoris were beyond anything I had ever experienced and I
never wanted it to end.  That's how I came for the first time with him.  I
had an enormous clitoral orgasm as he gently moved his fingers in my hot
cunt and his thumb slowly in and out of my arse.  I was in heaven.

   When I opened my eyes he had stood up and was taking his clothes off. 
As he stepped out of his shorts his cock bobbed up and down.  His cock was
enormous.  It must have been 10 inches long.  When he asked me to hold it
my fingers could barely touch my thumb as I gripped it.  It was rock hard
and very hot.  He smiled and pushed me down to my knees.  I knew this was
my part of the bargain.  He would suck and lick me and I would suck his
cock.  It was all there in his note.  I was fearful though.  I was
terrified that I would not be able to satisfy him, or would throw up or
something.  He was very patient though.  He just stood there and let me
stay in control.  He laid his fingers gently on my shoulders as I began to
suck and lick him.  It took me nearly 10 minutes of sucking before I felt
his cock stiffen and I guessed he was cumming.  I was going to take his
cock out of my mouth but a gentle pressure on my shoulders told me that he
wanted me to take it in the mouth.  So I did.  God there was a lot of
spunk. I had no idea how much spunk a man produced but I had trouble
swallowing it all, and some escaped out the side of my mouth.

   He let me have a drink of water to wash it down.  Then we laid on the
bed and stroked each other until he was ready again.  This time he turned
me over onto my knees, pushing my face down to the bedcovers and lifting my
arse high up.  He used both hands to part my cunt lips and slowly pushed
his monster cock into my tight little cunt.  I felt his pubic hair on my
shaved cunt, telling me that I had it all.  I was gobsmacked that he
managed to get it all inside me.  Then he began to move drawing it almost
all the way out before feeding it all back in.  My cunt was producing loads
of lubricant and when he thought it was ready he began to move faster. 
Still virtually pulling out before thrusting back in hard.  His pubic bone
crushing my clitoris with each thrust.  I came again, but he didn't stop.
My clitoris was sore now but he continued fucking me hard and I knew that I
was going to cum again.  This time it was so powerful I gripped his cock
hard.  He gently smacked my arse and told me that I wasn't allowed to
squeeze his cock unless I was told to.  It took so much willpower to stop
squeezing but the sensations inside my cunt were worth it.  I could feel
every vein on his cock and the bell end scraping the inside of my cunt
deliciously.  This time we came together.  As I felt his cock harden to cum
I just came myself.  How I didn't squeeze I don't know, but I was rewarded
with a cunt full of his spunk.

   He pulled out and I collapsed onto the bed on my front.  Apparently that
wasn't meant to happen and another gentle smack on my arse had me looking
over my shoulder to see what he wanted.  He was smiling as he told me that
I had to get off the bed and crouch down on the floor and use my fingers to
extract his spunk and lick it off my fingers.  He watched and instructed as
I did it.  The crouching position he put me in had my cunt almost vertical
so he could watch me push my fingers inside, scoop up some spunk and lick
it.  He made me do that until I couldn't get any more.

   We dressed and left the room.  Walking back to the lift the gravity
brought more spunk to my lips and I stopped to scoop it up.  Wrong.  He
told me to wait.  We got into the lift and he told me to crouch and eat his
spunk.  I was terrified that someone would come into the lift and see me,
because I knew that he would not let me stand up and cover myself up if
that happened.  Fortunately it didn't and I had licked it all off my
fingers by the time the lift arrived at the foyer.

   He walked me to the end of my street.  Not holding hands or anything,
but we were consciously together and I loved it.  He asked me if I wanted
to see him again.  I nodded my head vigorously and he laughed.  He said he
wanted me to be his cock slut.  I didn't realise that day that that was
exactly what he meant, but I laughed too and said I would love to be his
cock slut.  I pushed up close to him and raised my lips for a kiss as my
hand pushed against his cock inside his trousers.  He kissed me and pushed
my hand away.  Before he left he gave me a tiny mobile phone.  He said it
had his number programmed into it and it was only to be used to contact
him. I agreed.  He turned and started to walk away.  I called to him asking
when I would see him again.  He said he would be in touch.

   The phone was on silent so I knew he would be sending me text messages.
The first one arrived as I prepared for bed that night, reminding me to
shave my cunt completely.  I smiled.  I hadn't forgotten.

   Three days later I received another text from him.  He told me to
immediately send him a picture of my cunt.  I quickly pulled my knickers
down and lifted my skirt up, opened my legs a bit and took a photograph.  I
made sure it was clear, then I sent it straight back to him.  I was on
tenterhooks, waiting for his response.  He made me wait an hour before his
text arrived saying well done with the razor.  Either shave it every day,
or every time any stubble appears.  It was easier to shave every day when I
showered before school.

   Next day I had another text telling me to meet him again at the same
hotel.  We met in the lobby this time and didn't waste any time in the bar
we went straight to his room.  I walked in and took off my dress, showing
my naked body wasn't so difficult now he had explored it at his leisure. 
He took off his clothes and once again I marvelled at the big cock, but now
knowing it could fit inside me easily.  I went to him expecting a kiss,
instead I was pushed to my knees and had to suck his cock.  He kept his
fingers on my shoulders at first, then every now and then he would raise a
hand to the back of my head and pull it towards him, pushing his cock into
my throat.  Each time I gagged and he let go, but a little while later he
would pull again.  When he came this time he pulled my head onto his cock
so his spunk immediately hit the back of my throat.  I coughed and gulped
as he told me not to waste any this time.  I tried my best and what little
did escape from my mouth was quickly wiped up with a finger and licked
away.

   I knew instinctively that it was my turn now.  He walked me to the bed
and laid me on it.  I had to pull my legs up with my hands behind my knees
and spread them as wide as I could.  It felt fantastic when he started to
blow on my hot clitoris.  He licked, sucked and fucked me with his fingers.
He licked me and sucked me as he rammed his thumb up my arse.  To be honest
he could do anything he liked with me as long as he kept licking my
clitoris.  He kept it up constantly until I had an enormous clitoral
orgasm. He pulled me up and put me on my knees by the side of the bed so my
arse was hanging over - exactly in line with his cock.  Once again he
parted my cunt with both hands and manoeuvred his cock into the start of my
vaginal passage.  This time, instead of gently pushing it in he held me by
the front of my thighs and rammed his cock into me.  All the air was pushed
out of me, partly from the shock and partly from the intensity of feelings
in my vagina as his cock filled it.  He held me there as he fucked me hard
and fast.  It seemed his sole objective was to fill my cunt with spunk. 
The sensations were so fantastic and I very soon had a vaginal orgasm, but
was careful to try to control my spasms so that I didn't squeeze his cock.
I didn't even squeeze his cock when he came, although I came too again.  I
didn't need telling this time.  I slipped off the bed into my crouch
position and started to dip my fingers deep inside to retrieve the spunk. I
was busy working at it when suddenly his cock appeared at my lips and I was
told to clean it with my mouth.  I opened my mouth wide and he rested his
limp cock on my tongue.  I licked it clean.  We both dressed and left the
room.  Once again he walked me to my street and gave me a very quick kiss
and a nipple squeeze that made me wince.  He laughed and turned and walked
away without a glance back at me.

   When I arrived home I was in a trance.  The sex with this guy was
amazing.  It was only then that I realised that I didn't know his name! 
Furthermore, he didn't know my name either!  I resolved to remedy that
situation when we next met, just 2 days later.  I was on my knees.  He was
standing behind me ramming his huge cock into me.  I had just cum and I
knew it wouldn't be long before he did.  It wasn't.  He delivered his usual
huge amount of goo deep inside me and pulled out.  This time I turned
around and cleaned his cock while it was still hard before dropping into
the crouch, my arse millimetres from the carpet.  As I delved and licked I
told him that my name is Janie and asked what his is.  I nearly laughed
when he told me that I could call him Sir, and that if he needed to use my
name he would call me Janieslut.  I smiled, secretly pleased because it
seemed like a pet name for me, somehow better than calling me Janie like
everyone else did.  It made me feel special.  When we were done and dressed
we walked to the lift as we did he dropped behind slightly and lifted my
dress, I turned to look at him and smiled, then was shocked to see that a
man and woman were following us down the corridor and they would definitely
have been able to see my naked arse.  I didn't know what to do, but I dared
not to turn or push him away.  Eventually we arrived at the lift lobby and
he let my dress go.  The couple arrived to stand next to us.  The man was
looking intently at my big tits trying to burst through the fabric of the
dress.  Sir had obviously noticed too because he reached across his right
hand to my left nipple, nearest the man and squeezed it until I
involuntarily gasped.  The man quickly looked away before looking back to
see how much bigger my nipple was now as Sir treated the other nipple to
the same treatment.

   When we left the lift in the lobby downstairs and walked out of the
hotel we could hear them frantically talking about what they had seen.  Sir
ignored them, so I did too.  Once again he walked me home.  When we stopped
on the corner of my street he asked a strange question.  He asked whether
my parents ever saw me naked.  I laughed and said no, not for years.  I
asked him why he wanted to know, but he wouldn't tell me.

   We continued to meet for sex sessions twice, three, or sometimes four
times a week.  The pattern was mostly similar to as I have described;
sucking him off, getting licked and sucked before he finally fucked me. 
Then it was my 17th birthday.  We had been meeting for sex often for 11
months and I was desperately in love with him.  I had told him that I was
going to be having a party with a few friends to celebrate and asked him to
join us.  He smiled and declined, saying we would have our own private
celebration.  Only it turned out to not be quite as private as I thought it
was going to be.

   My party with my friends was really fun.  My parents had arranged a
disco at home and allowed a little alcohol.  We basically danced and sung
until midnight when my Dad said "enough" and people started to drift away.
On the Sunday morning, as I awoke there was a message from Sir.  It simply
told me to meet him in the usual place in the usual attire and to be there
at noon.  I showered and shaved and found the only dress he allowed me to
wear - the button through with no underwear.  It was really quite short,
especially when your thighs are a bit large and your belly too, but I loved
that he loved the dress (and me).

   We met at the usual hotel and he fucked me hard, from behind again,
while he was standing behind me.  I loved it when he did that.  After I had
scooped his spunk out of my cunt and licked it all we laid on the bed for a
while.  He pushed me down the bed so my mouth was level with his cock.  He
stroked my hair until my mouth got his cock hard again and he let me suck
his spunk out.  We laid on the bed again and he turned me onto my knees and
positioned me above his mouth.  I could have died and gone to heaven.  God,
it was so fucking good having him lick and suck me like that.  Even when he
started putting his fingers into my arse, my cunt was so hot I barely
noticed.

   When I came he turned me around and I lovingly sucked his cock again. 
He moved my head up and down; I still couldn't quite master the gag reflex
but I tried really hard and his cock was soaking wet with my spit when
suddenly he pushed me up and off him, spun me around and scooted up behind
me.  I immediately dropped my face to the bed to present my cunt to him. 
He ignored my cunt and placed his huge cock against my anus.  I had never
been arse-fucked at that time and I was terrified, especially as I knew how
big his cock is.  He didn't wait to ask for permission, he just kept
pushing at my arse until my sphincter let his huge member inside.  Once
inside he was fairly gentle that first time, using his balls to bounce
against my clitoris to keep me hot and horny.  It didn't do much for me but
he came loads.  I wasn't best pleased to have to clean his cock, and even
less pleased to have to scoop his cum out of my arse and lick it off my
fingers, but I did both.  Whatever, it was my birthday present wasn't it?

   Actually it wasn't.  When we were both dressed we left the room.  As on
most previous occasions as we walked down the corridor Sir lifted my dress
to show off my naked arse to any person that happened to notice.  Today no
one was there to see, but it still made me hot.

   I was surprised when we left the hotel and turned in a different
direction.  I didn't say anything as he hadn't made it clear what we were
going to do.  He took me into a bar along the road.  We sat opposite each
other while he drank his beer and I drank my J2O.  I had to pee, so I
excused myself and went to the ladies.  When I returned he pulled me to him
and kissed me passionately and told me how much I meant to him (not that he
loved me?).  His hand was up my dress caressing my still aroused cunt and I
knew that anyone standing behind me could see my naked arse and his busy
fingers.  He broke off the kiss and told me to sit down and spread my legs
apart.  Of course I did so immediately, but as he focussed on my cunt I
could see four men at the bar looking intently at me.  They had obviously
seen what I had just done.  I smiled.  Just then Sir looked up.  He saw me
smiling and asked what I was smiling about.  I explained about the four
young men at the bar that had obviously seen that I was not wearing
knickers while I was bent over kissing him.

   Sir smiled too.  He leant forward and pushed his hand up the skirt of my
dress.  His finger just disappeared into my soaking wet cunt.  He told me
to stand up.  I did.  He told me to bend from the waist and kiss him.  I
did.  I knew that my cunt was now completely on display along with his
finger stuffed inside it.  He was moving his finger slowly and I was
beginning to breathe heavy as I became more aroused.  He told me to look
over my shoulder.  I did so and could see that all four men were
concentrating solely on me.  He asked me how that felt.  I didn't know the
answer.  He told me that of the four only one was blonde.  He told me to
approach the blonde guy and ask him if he would like to fuck me.  The other
men had to hear that I was choosing him.  I was stunned to think he wanted
me to fuck someone else.  He told me that I had to stand in front of the
four men, with my legs apart and make the blonde guy the offer of fucking
me or having me suck him off.  My cunt was dripping, and I was wishing that
he would stop massaging my vagina because I couldn't think.  I stood up as
he took his fingers out of my cunt, then he unbuttoned all the lower
buttons of my dress to my bellybutton.  He turned me around and smacked my
arse and told me to be a "good girl".  I was really embarrassed as I walked
across to the bar, knowing that my shaven cunt was completely visible.  I
did exactly as I was told.  I spread my legs and made the offer.  The guy
was a bit stunned too, but he quickly recovered and stood up and led me to
the Gent's toilet.

   He took me into a cubicle and turned to face me.  I knew what to do.  I
undid his zip and fished his cock out.  It was smaller than Sir's but not
so small.  I dropped onto my knees and took it into my mouth and sucked and
licked it until I thought he was going to cum in my mouth.  Suddenly he
pushed me up and we exchanged places.  I was bending over holding the
toilet seat, my dress over my head and my naked arse facing him.  Then he
was inside me, ramming his cock into my wet and willing cunt.  I spread my
legs further apart to get more cock and feel more of him hitting on my
clitoris.  I had no rules with this man so I could squeeze my cunt as much
as I liked; and I liked.  After three minutes he began to cum inside me.  I
stood up and turned around, dropped to my knees and took his diminishing
cock into my mouth, sucking the remaining spunk out.  He pulled up his
trousers and opened the door.  He turned to say something when he noticed
that I was crouched down, my arse almost on the floor of the cubicle and I
had two fingers inside my cunt.  I scooped the first load of spunk out and
licked it off my fingers.  I looked directly at his eyes as I repeated the
action three more times.  I thought he wanted to fuck me again, but he
turned and left.

   I walked back to where Sir was sitting and sat opposite.  I opened my
legs so that he could see my cunt lips, my wet thighs and, as I opened my
lips, he could see my vagina still had some spunk inside it.  I was told to
go to the ladies and finish the job.  As I walked across the bar my arse
was swinging.  I felt so much pleasure in having done what Sir had told me
to do.  It didn't even occur to me that my dress was still open from
bellybutton down, or that just about everyone in the bar had seen my naked,
shaved cunt.  I returned "cleaned up" and sat opposite him again,
remembering to part my thighs so he could look at my naked shaved cunt if
he wanted to.  Apparently he did want to.  I sat there for ten minutes
sipping my drink as he just looked at my cunt.  Several other people did
too, but they didn't count.  Even when some came back for a second look I
ignored them.  Sir was sipping his beer.  I had long ago finished my J2O so
was a bit surprised to feel a little drunk.  I had never drunk alcohol so
that wasn't an issue, but I certainly didn't feel good.  I told Sir.  He
said to wait a few minutes to see if it passed.  But it didn't I virtually
passed out.  Sir helped me out of the chair and the bar, rejecting offers
to help.  He told them I just had one too many drinks, but I hadn't had
any!

   There was a taxi outside.  He opened the door and I was pushed in.  I
fell on the floor and he left me there.  He turned me onto my back and
spread my legs.  I thought he was going to fuck me, but he just wanted to
look.  I think I fell asleep as I don't have any recall of time.  I awoke
later to find a stranger fucking me.  I was restrained in a leather chair.
My dress was fully open, all the buttons having been undone.  The dress was
hanging down the side of the leather chair and the guy that owned the cock
that was fucking me was squeezing my tits with abandon.  I gradually came
back to consciousness, mainly due to the orgasms I was having from his cock
that was perfectly positioned on my G-spot.  My tits were a bit sore, but I
knew they were erect and I knew this guy was going to give me his load any
minute now.  He did.  It must have been a long time since this guy had cum
because he produced even more spunk than Sir did.  The restraints were
released so I sat up and looked at the ugly, hairy bloke that had just
donated his sperm deep inside my vagina.  The ignominy continued as Sir
told me to treat his sperm with respect and I had to crouch down and scoop
his spunk out of my cunt and lick it off my fingers.  It was bizarre that I
didn't notice anything different at that time.

   Eventually I had cleared most of his spunk from my vagina and I stood
up. I was very groggy.  I asked Sir how I had got here.  He told me that my
drink must have been spiked while neither of us were looking, but that we
had agreed on today's birthday treat and so he went ahead anyway.  I looked
at him quizzically; I had no recollection of any such discussion.  I was
conscious of my open dress.  I looked down.  I had large gold rings in each
nipple.  I gasped.  I used my hands to explore between my legs and found
several more.  I had five gold rings on each of my inner labia and three
gold rings on each of my outer labia.  There was one very small gold ring
on my clitoral hood.  I could see my pink clitoris sticking out even though
I wasn't aroused.  I was shocked.  It got worse.  As I leaned forward I
could see that I had a new tattoo just above my pubic bone.  "SLUT" in big
red letters.  I wondered if there were more that I couldn't see, but I also
knew that this was not the time to try to get answers from Sir.

   As we left the parlour I was given my dress back.  I slipped it on and
fastened the buttons.  Sir held my hand as we walked through side door of
the shopping mall back to the car park.  After 100 yards I stopped and bent
over, squeezing my thighs together as I had an incredible orgasm.  I was
bent over gasping when Sir asked me why I had stopped.  I briefly explained
that my dress was rubbing against my exposed clitoris, held out by the
ring, and that it had resulted in an incredible orgasm and that I had to
stop to let the orgasm pass and to stop the dress rubbing against my clit.
Sir stood in front of me.  He said he understood, and that the piercings
would bring me great pleasure - soon.  Then he knelt in front of me and
took the bottom hem of the dress and ripped it open sideways.  The buttons
popped off and suddenly I was mostly naked from the belly down.  I still
wear that dress.  It still doesn't have any more buttons.  Every time I
wear it I show off my golden jewellery.  Sir loves it.  I handle it.

   Our relationship continued in this vein, although his licking and
sucking my cunt diminished over the next few months.  By now I was going to
his apartment.  Always naked under a dress or a coat.  When I arrived I
would be fucked like mad.  We never had less than three fucks.  Always one
in my mouth and one in my cunt.  Often he would fuck my arse too and
occasionally he would lick my cunt.  He was such an expert.  Having him
lick my cunt was the business, especially with my new clitoral ring that
held my clitoris out of its hood.  I had never ever felt so good.  We had
been doing this for nearly two years now and I still couldn't get enough of
his tongue and would do anything he wanted to get his tongue on my clit.

   My school grades were pants.  Oh, and I wasn't allowed to wear pants any
more.  Sir had decided that my cunt lips would be bigger if they weren't
constrained by pants.  He made me bring all my knickers to his and made me
watch him incinerate them.  At that point he didn't seem concerned about
bras as I never wore a bra when I met him.  Obviously I never wore knickers
either after that day.

   We were now having sex five to seven days a week.  My school grades had
plummeted as my libido increased.  I would meet him before school and suck
him, then meet him after school and he would fuck me.  I would do anything
for that man, although he didn't ask me to fuck a stranger for a long time
after that bar incident.

   It was approaching my 18th birthday.  He had been fucking me for nearly
two years, I still worshipped the ground that he walked upon and would have
done (did do) anything he asked me.

   18 is a big thing isn't it?  All my friends from school were invited and
he was too.  He declined naturally.  He had created a facebook page,
without a photo, and I had duly connected to him.  He had looked through my
friends and asked who would be there.  I sat with him at his computer and
told him who would be at the party.  He seemed keen to know the background
to my friends.  I told him all I could.

   He wasn't at the party, surprise.  Next day I had a text message to meet
him at his home.  I went there, naked under my dress - as usual.  When I
walked in I saw that he had the dress that I first wore to the hotel
hanging on a hook inside the front door.  Strip and put that on he said. 
Stripping didn't take long when you are only wearing a dress and the dress
you put on only has five buttons.  I thought he wanted to fuck me.  Christ,
I was 18 now!  He took me out.  My cunt completely on show, My SLUT tattoo
on show every time there was a puff of wind.

   It was my birthday celebration with Sir.  He took me to a pool hall.  He
bought us both drinks, me a J2O and him a beer.  He chalked our names up on
the player list.  When it came to our turn he told me to take the cue.  I
had barely any idea what to do, but it seemed that the more difficult shots
required me to stretch across the table and open my legs.  That seemed to
happen a lot.  One of the players even cheekily squeezed my cunt lips as I
lay over the table to reach a ball.  I lost.  Sir was in discussion with
the winner who, apparently, agreed that the bet would be settled as agreed.
I was laid on the table, end to end, my dress was pulled up to show my
naked, shaved cunt, then further to display my huge tits.  Then each one of
the men in the pool room climbed on the table and fucked me.  All of them!
There must have been twenty of them, all with rock hard cocks for the
"nympho" on the table.  I glanced to one side to see Sir sitting there
watching.  Even more embarrassing for me was that when they had all
finished with me he made me scoop all of their spunk out my cunt and lick
it off my fingers.  I really didn't want to do that, but I could refuse
this man nothing.

   Now I was 18 it was time.  Sir told me to quit home and move in with
him. I couldn't wait.  My sex life since I had met this man had been out of
this world.  My school grades had gone through the floor but I would,
couldn't deny him anything.

   My parents were never my best friends.  I hardly ever spoke to them, so
there was no way that I was going to explain my leaving to live with Sir. I
waited until they were out of the house and collected my most precious
possessions.  There weren't many.  I took a picture of my Nan, and a couple
of CDs.  I didn't even take any clothes because Sir said I wouldn't be
allowed to wear them anyway.

   I walked into his place.  I took off my dress, and I was naked
underneath.  He held my shoulders and pushed me to my knees so I could suck
his cock.  He came in my mouth and made me watch as he burned the dress I
arrived in.  Now I only had the dress with 5 buttons.

   He took me out that evening.  Yes, in the ripped dress that showed off
the SLUT tattoo.  We went to a really nice restaurant, had super food and
fine wine.  He made me walk to the toilets three times, each time I had to
masturbate while I was in the toilet and leave all the juices on my thighs,
but I knew that what he really wanted was for the other diners to see that
I was naked, had a shaved cunt, and had the SLUT tattoo.

   I had moved in.  I had to really.  I was so in love with this guy I
didn't want to be anywhere else, regardless of what challenges he put me
through.  When he kissed me I just melted.  When he put his hand up my
skirt and felt my naked cunt I wanted to drop down and suck his cock.  His
cock was so fantastic and my cunt was so hot for it.

   We didn't sleep together though.  He told me it would disturb him. 
There was a room next to the bathroom.  It was quite small.  There was no
bed either, just a single mattress on the floor and a single blanket.  I
didn't mind though, I was with the man I loved that was the only thing that
was important to me.

   I had finished school now.  I spent all my days at his house.  I was
always naked and always available for his cock, his tongue or his fingers.
While he was out I would keep myself busy cleaning and stuff.  I watched
day time TV, and I masturbated - a lot.  He knew I was doing that because
the smell of me was quite strong.  Even if I did it in my little bedroom he
would know because somehow the smell would escape.

   One day he came home really horny.  He pushed me to my knees and made me
unzip his trousers.  I willingly sucked his cock as he took off his
clothes. His cock was absolutely rigid and I was lovingly sucking it until
he stopped me.  He pulled his cock out, leant down and produced a ball gag
from his trouser pocket!  He placed the ball in my mouth and the headset
around my head.  He fixed handcuffs on my wrists; he turned me onto my
knees, made me push my arse up into the air.  He was smacking my cunt lips
with his hands.  I could feel the jewellery being smacked.  The smacks were
getting harder and harder, although I can't say that I wasn't enjoying it.

   When I felt the first blow from the belt I thought I was going to pass
out.  Sir had this 3" wide leather belt and he was laying it into me.  I
could feel the welts rising on my arse as he hit me.  When he turned and
moved the strap down towards my cunt I thought I was going to pass out. 
The pain was incredible as he whipped my cunt with the belt.  I was
screaming; but screaming into the ball gag.  Eventually he stopped.  He
pushed me onto my back.  The welts made it incredibly painful, but I didn't
say a word.  He pushed my legs apart with his feet and knelt down between
them and rammed his cock into my burning cunt.  I came immediately and
somehow managed not to squeeze Sir's cock.

   Later we went out.  I was still showing off my jewellery and tattoo all
the time as the dress would open and close as we walked.  We waited at the
bus stop until a bus came.  He went upstairs and I, of course, followed
him. I knew that the man following me would be able to see my naked arse
and my gold jewellery.  I was used to being looked at now, so I completely
ignored him and went to sit next to Sir.  He gave me a look and I
immediately opened my legs as wide as I could.  Everyone walking along the
aisle getting off or on the bus had a perfect view of my slutty body.

   We got off at the shopping mall.  For a moment I thought he had brought
me here to buy me some clothes.  He didn't.  We went to the tattoo parlour.
I didn't say a word, but I was hoping I wasn't to get another tattoo or
more rings.  I didn't.  I was laid in the chair.  I wasn't restrained this
time.  The ugly guy seemed to be measuring the distance between the various
rings around my body.  Then my feet were raised into stirrups and I laid
there as he fucked me.  That was his payment apparently.  Then he set to
work.  Sir produced a leather collar which he fixed around my neck.  It had
various eyelets around it.  I would come to learn more about those over the
next few days.  The tattooist fixed a gold chain from an eyelet in my new
collar down to my left nipple ring and then fixed another chain from my
nipple ring to the rings in my inner cunt lips.  He did the same with the
right side from the collar to the nipple ring and then to the other cunt
lip.  He made some adjustments and I was told to stand up.  As I did it
shortened the chain which had the effect of pulling my nipples down, as far
as the chain from my collar allowed, and pulling my cunt lips apart.  His
spunk began to leak out of my open cunt.  Without being told to I quickly
crouched down and scooped the rest of it out and licked it off my fingers.

   It was very strange walking back through the shopping mall to the bus
stop with my cunt open.  I could feel the breeze on the inside of my cunt
and when I looked down I could see the chain disappearing into my stretched
cunt lips.  I got quite a lot of attention from the guys that walked
towards me.  The chains were pushing the waist of the dress out putting my
cunt and tattoo on display even more now.  Everyone on the bus seemed to
like it too.  One young man had to make three journeys along the aisle
before he found a seat that he liked that enabled him to continue ogling my
body!

   As usual I took off my dress as we walked in to Sir's house and hung it
on the hook by the door where it always goes.  It felt strange walking
around with my tits connected to my cunt like they were.  Sir was keen to
try me out.  He quickly undressed and had me sucking his cock in record
time.  Instead of kneeling down though I was told to crouch down with my
knees apart like I do when I am scooping spunk out of my cunt.  Crouching
while sucking though was killing my thighs but Sir was looking at my open
cunt from above so I just had to put up with it.  When he was ready he
turned me around and I knelt in front of him on hands and knees.  The
weight of my big tits hanging down caused my cunt lips to open even wider.
Sir told me he could see right into my cunt.  He didn't even have to touch
me to spread my lips, he just knelt behind me and rammed his cock into my
wide open hole.  He fucked me so hard.  His balls were hitting my exposed
clitoris and I had a very strong clitoral orgasm.  Sir didn't stop until he
filled me with his load.  I got up to crouch so I could lick his spunk off
my fingers.  I had to be really quick because as my cunt was wide open the
spunk was already about to drip out.

   The chains changed me a lot really.  The first time Sir lashed me with
the belt after they were fitted I really screamed into the ball gag as the
leather hit the tender inside of my cunt lips.  I soon found that the spare
eyelets on the collar could be used to fix my handcuffs to.  I found that I
was in handcuffs quite often.  I also found that Sir owned quite a
collection of whips that he used to punish my open cunt.  When he first hit
my exposed clitoris with a whip I cried.  He didn't hit it again that time,
but when he whipped me with the belt or a whip I very nearly always had my
clitoris hit at least once.  I cried every time.  Sir always fucked me hard
after a whipping.  I loved his cock in my stretched cunt.

   I went to my room one night after a whipping and a thorough fucking.  I
found that some changes had been made in there.  There were three rings in
the floor that hadn't been there that morning.  They were near the
mattress. I couldn't think what they were for until Sir walked in with a
smile and some leather cuffs.  He fitted the leather cuffs to my legs just
under my knees, then he fitted a short chain to an eyelet in my collar.  He
fitted the ball gag around my neck and pushed me onto my knees.  He moved
me to the rings in the floor and fastened the leg cuffs to two of the rings
so my knees were held wide apart.  He put the handcuffs on my wrists and
fixed them to an eyelet at the back of the collar so my elbows were wide
apart and my hands were behind my head.  Finally, he fitted a short chain
from the collar to the third ring in the floor.  Now I could not move.  I
couldn't lay down.  My arse was high in the air.  The chain from the collar
was so short my chin was held to the floor.  My tits were almost on the
floor too.  I was terrified.  How was I going to sleep held like this?

   I did sleep though, but it was so uncomfortable I kept waking up.  I was
praying that Sir would come in and release me, but he didn't.  I was to get
another shock in the morning.  I couldn't see the door because my arse was
facing it, but I heard it open and was expecting Sir to slap me or fuck me.
I wasn't prepared for the tongue of an animal licking me.  I guessed
(correctly) that it was a dog.  His tongue was like sandpaper on my exposed
clitoris.  I came in less than a minute as his tongue lashed my cunt from
clitoris to arsehole, dipping right into my wide open cunt as it passed. 
Then it just jumped up, wrapped its paws around my thighs and rammed a huge
cock into my cunt.  He fucked me like a jackhammer.  It was so fast and
furious it was breathtaking.  His huge balls were bouncing on my clitoris
and I came again and again as he fucked me furiously.  I opened my eyes and
saw Sir's shoes in front of me.  He had obviously come to watch.  He was
also taking a video of my debauchery, although I didn't know that at the
time.

   The dog's cock was knotted inside me, stretching my cunt.  Sir released
my collar from the floor ring.  I couldn't get up because my handcuffs were
behind my neck.  Sir released the handcuffs from the collar and pulled my
wrists from behind my head.  God my shoulders and arms ached from hours of
them being held behind me.  I put my hands on the floor and lifted myself
onto all fours.  Sir was standing in front of me.  His cock was hard and
waiting for my mouth.  I sucked his cock eagerly, although what I really
needed was a pee.  I worked feverishly at his cock until he came in my
throat.  I had finally tamed the gag reflex.  He was delighted and I was
quite proud when his pubic hairs touched my lips, knowing that his cock was
way down my throat.  The dog's cock eventually shrunk enough for him to
pull out and his spunk immediately started to run down my thigh towards the
floor.  Sir had undone the handcuffs and told me to release my knees
quickly or the dog's spunk would get to the floor.  That was when I
realised that I would be licking the dog's spunk out of my cunt too.  I
released my knees and quickly moved into a crouch.  My body was so stiff
from the enforced one position all night but I managed to collect all the
escaped spunk and all the spunk that was inside me and lick it off my
fingers.  What I wasn't really prepared for was Sir telling me to clean the
dog's cock.  The dog was laying on the floor near the door.  Although it
had shrunk I could see that it was truly a monster cock, long and fat.  I
pushed his head out of the way and took his cock into my mouth and licked
all our juices from it.  I walked out of my bedroom.  As I did I noticed
that the handcuffs, ball gag and leg cuffs were still laying there.  I knew
then that this was not to be a once-off experience.

   My life now has settled into a sort of routine that I can live with.  I
love Sir so much that I never complain or object.

   Here's my week: I wake up, sometimes when the dog is already licking me.
My cunt is still always open.  I have never had it closed for a second
since the tattooist fitted the chains.  Every morning the dog comes through
the door and licks me to an orgasm before fucking me hard.  Sometimes the
dog misses my cunt and gets his cock into my arse.  I can't do anything
about it as I'm still gagged.  Sir always arrives before the dog is
finished.  My arms are released from the collar, then the handcuffs and
finally the ball gag.  I quickly scoop the dog's spunk out of my cunt and
lick it off my fingers before I crawl to him and suck his cock.

   He is always naked from the waist down and his cock is always hard, so
it sometimes takes him a minute or two before he can release his piss.  I
dutifully kneel there with my mouth wide open waiting for him to start.  As
soon as I feel a drip of piss on my tongue I push forward so his semi-hard
cock fills my throat and his piss goes straight into my stomach.  Then I
suck Sir's cock for the first time of the day.  Since learning to control
the gag reflex he always wants his cock down my throat when he comes. 
That's OK, but I quite miss the taste of his spunk from when he used to
fill my mouth with it.

   Now I get to pee and shower.  When I shower I shave my cunt every day.
Sir often supervises.  Breakfast follows, then a walk.  Generally to the
park.  The problem with the park is it is an outside space and therefore
the wind seems to get there a lot.  My cotton dress with its five buttons
spends a lot of time above my waist, sometimes higher.  Recently I lost
another button so it only buttons to just below my tits now.  I get an
awful lot of attention from the men walking their dogs.  They see the gold
chains, then they see the SLUT tattoo, then they see my cunt is stretched
open and my nipples are erect.  Not every day, but maybe twice a week I am
told to get on my knees somewhere in the park.  My dress is pulled over my
head and I service a cock in my cunt.  Sometimes another dog, but mostly I
think it is men.  They never touch me - at all, Sir insists there will be
no touching.  I just feel their cocks sliding into my always open and
always wet cunt.  They fuck me and I clean their cocks with my mouth then
they watch me lick their spunk off my fingers.  I am not allowed to look at
them.  If I have been fucked by a dog I have to lick their cocks clean too.
At least the dogs touch me.

   I am always ravenous when I get back from my fucking in the park. 
Before I eat I have to suck Sir's cock again.  If I have just been fucked
in the park he is always much harder and comes much quicker.  After I eat
breakfast I have to go to Sir's study.  He recently added a new chore to my
busy day.  I have to suck his cock until it is hard, but I have to do that
crouched down.  Even now it still kills my thigh muscles.  For the past
month, once he is hard he lays on the floor, his cock sticking up like a
flag pole.  I have to sit on his cock.  I have to look at his feet not his
face and I have to crouch.  I am not allowed to touch the floor with my
hands and my back has to be straight.  He makes me fuck myself on his cock
slowly.  I have to sit right down but not put any weight on his body.  Then
I have to lift myself up until his cock is almost outside of my cunt before
I lower myself again.  I have to do this until he spurts his spunk inside
me.  God, the pain in my thighs is indescribable but I would never
complain. Then I have to lift myself off his big cock and crouch to scoop
out the spunk and he likes me to clean his cock while it is still hard
enough to push down my throat.

   After that I am allowed to go about my cleaning duties around the house.
Still naked of course as I am inside the house.  I do the washing, ironing,
washing up, cleaning the floors.  I clean the windows too, which can cause
a bit of a riot if someone notices me stretched up cleaning windows while
standing on the window ledges.  Showing off all my jewellery and my massive
tits to anyone that chances to glance my way.  Of course, as soon as one
person sees me there is soon a crowd watching.  I ignore it because Sir
would be angry if I didn't do his bidding.

   Housework done; I get some me time.  I can either watch TV or a video.
Funnily enough I often choose a video, nearly always pornographic too.  I
sit on the couch with the soles of my feet together and watch a girl being
fucked by a man or a dog and I masturbate a bit, then pull my lips,
masturbate again, then I wet my finger by sliding into my perpetually wet
cunt and stroke my exposed clitoris.  I rub it, dip back inside, rub it
some more, dip back inside until I have a massive clitoral orgasm.  Then I
fuck myself with my fingers until I cum.  I know that Sir watches because
there is a web cam on top of the TV.  I don't know whether he knows that I
know, but I just ignore it.  I also know that he puts video clips of me up
on the internet because I have seen them, including that first time with
the dog, but also me solo watching porn, and in the park being fucked by
dogs and strangers.

   Sir has taught me to cook, so I prepare the evening meal while he tidies
up his work.  He mainly works at home.  I always get to suck his cock again
before we sit down to eat.  He sits first.  I deliver his plate and crawl
under the table.  If he is still dressed I open his trousers and pull out
his cock.  It is always rock hard.  Then I suck his cock as he starts his
meal.  He always lets me have a little taste of his spunk as he takes his
cock out of my mouth when he has cum in my throat.  Sir usually has a glass
of wine with his dinner.  I am allowed a glass of water.  Sometimes it
looks like apple juice, but I know it will be Sir's urine.  I drink it
anyway.

   Every now and then, probably once a month I am laid across the dining
table and Sir licks my clitoris.  This is my best time.  I love it.  It
makes everything worthwhile.  After I come is mostly when I get whipped.  I
always know because he puts the ball gag on the table and I have to put it
on before he handcuffs me.  He always puts my hands behind my head now so
that I am collapsed onto the floor, my face looking left of right and my
arse very high up and very available for that whip or strap to punish my
wide open cunt, or to torture my clitoris with the sharp whacks directly on
it.  Before he releases me though he generally fucks me from behind. 
Nearly always in my cunt, but probably once a week he'll just shove his
cock into my arse and fuck me hard.  He never gives me any lubrication so
it is always incredibly painful.  When he has finished I am released to do
the clean up routine.

   Maybe once, or twice a week, after he has finished spunking somewhere
inside me he calls the dog in to the room and I have to suck its cock.  Sir
loves that he can look at my winking cunt as I suck the dog off.  I have to
hold the dog down because he wants to get up and fuck me.  I am on my hands
and knees, my cunt is always facing Sir.  I use my weight to keep the dog
on his back or his side as I suck him off.  My cunt is always trying to
close as I get excited but it is prevent from doing so by the chains.  It
must look comical to Sir to see me trying to squeeze it shut as I suck the
dog's huge cock.

   I am glad to be sucking the dog's cock just before bed time because Sir
has now moved the dog into my bedroom.  Every night I have to put the
leather cuffs on my legs, below the knees and fix myself to the rings on
the floor.  Then I put the ball gag in my mouth and fix it behind my head
before Sir fits the handcuffs, he locks my arms behind my head and fixes my
collar to the floor.  As from the first time I am now completely immobile,
before 30 minutes will have passed my shoulders will be killing me.  My
cunt is at 90 degree to the floor, wide open, smelling of sex, wet and
available.  That's why I like to suck the dog's cock just before bed, so I
can get at least some sleep before he wants to fuck me.  Sometimes he wakes
me up after we've barely been in there for an hour.  Maybe he wants to lick
at the smell, but he always wants to fuck.  He can fuck me three or four
times a night and always when he wakes up in the morning.  If he has fucked
me four times his spunk will be overflowing from my cunt, even though it is
so high.  My cunt is virtually at the highest point of my body at night,
except for my anus, but the dog delivers so much spunk he can completely
fill it and it runs out of my stretched open cunt, down to my clitoris
where it starts to drip on the floor.  When it does I have to lick it off
the floor the next morning.

   I will be 19 in three weeks time.  I wonder how Sir will celebrate it
with me.  All he has told me is that instead of my friends coming to
celebrate it will be the dog's friends coming to celebrate.  I think I am
going to get fucked, a lot.  I am already hot and horny thinking about what
might happen.
   Feedback please to: johnnie666666@yahoo.com 

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