I first met David at a Christmas party last year, held at my husband's office. David is one of those men who exudes strength and confidence, whom you just know will be successful at anything he does. It was no different here: he started working at the company right out of college and within a month was setting sales records. He was the top salesman for 26 months straight, a record that was only broken by David when he went on a 31 month run a couple years later. He was promoted to regional sales manager 5 years ago and each sales rep under his control saw an increase in production of 30%.

Control.

David is one of those people who likes being in control. He has an ability to see what needs to be done and knows how to motivate people to exceed expectations. People want to please him. A compliment from David is regarded much like a congratulatory letter from the President of the United States.

When it was announced last April that Robert Flack was stepping down as the VP of Sales, everyone just assumed that David would be the new VP. Hell, even the outgoing vice, Robert, gave his glowing endorsement, saying that he could imagine no one else leading them into the next decade as they started expanding into foreign markets.

Naturally, David and the rest of the company were shocked when CEO Dom Whittner announced that his own brother-in-law, Michael Hunt, would be succeeding Bobby as of May 1st.

Mike Hunt is a smarmy salesman who cut his teeth in the used car business, though most recently spent 2 years selling home water purifiers door-to-door. He was about as accomplished a salesman as Gary Coleman is a basketball player, and without the looks or charm. David, despite this, was not one for grousing; things did not go as he had predicted, perhaps, but he still chose to give 100% and be a valuable resource to Mike. If the foreign expansion took off the way the company predicted, there would be career opportunities overseas for him.

Over the next few months, David decided he hated Mike. Not because Mike took what should have been his job, but because Mike was a pompous jackass who knew nothing about sales. He blamed David for everything he screwed up while taking the credit for all of David's hard-earned success. Regardless of his feelings, though, Dave remained professional. Even while watching Michael abuse some of their most seasoned sales professionals, David kept his mouth shut.

Just as predicted, the foreign markets were a gold mine. Within just 6 months, sales were so strong that they needed to open a new office in Germany and needed to create a new position: VP of International Market Sales.

David began learning to speak German. It didn't take long before he was an expert.

As you may guess, Dave wasn't offered the position. Mike, in his infinite wisdom, hired a guy right out of college. The kid was barely old enough to drink legally and here he was going to Germany to lead the international sales division. His voice was probably still changing, and this kid was going to be making over $250,000 a year. The boy was named Richard Weed and was one of Mike's nephews.

David was not pleased.

Over the next month, David continued to grow more annoyed by the situation. Fortunately, David is not the sort of person who simply pisses and moans about how life isn't treating him fairly. Instead, he decided to take action. He spoke with one of his company's top competitors -- one who was on the rise. With Mike running the show, sales were slowing at home and their competitor was nibbling away at their market share.

David spoke to the competitor's CEO. They had a VP position that would be vacant in March, just 4 months away. They offered David the position and said he could start right away as the current VP's assistant if he wanted. David had a ... different idea. He remained working for Mike, never letting on that he was planning on leaving. He had a several step plan to sabotage his current company while catapulting his future employers into the lead in the marketplace.

First, David began siphoning off some of their top clients. With his excellent rapport, he had no trouble getting them to agree to move to his new employer as soon as he left. Second, for all projects that he was assigned, he made sure their projected completion date was set for after March. He would simply not work on them but continue to give false progress reports on his work. Finally, he wanted a more personal way of disrupting Mike's life, knowing it would disrupt his professional life as well.

This is where I came in.

I met David at the office Christmas party last December, like I said. It was a grand party held at a fancy hotel, and only the top management and their spouses were invited. When introduced, I quickly was taken aback by Dave's charm and by his commanding presence. When David spoke to me, it was like I was the only person in the room -- maybe the only soul on the planet. I found myself almost following him around all night.

I should probably tell you a little about myself. My name is Jessica and I am Mike's wife.

I'm 36 years old and in very good shape; people constantly tell how young and healthy I look, and that I should be a model. Mike makes more than enough money to afford me the opportunity to stay home rather than work; with my daughters both of school age now, I have time to go to the gym 3 times a week. I have chestnut brown hair that falls just below my shoulders. I have 36 C breasts, still firm, and am a "pocket Venus" at 5'4.

My daughters, Jessie and Tammy, are 9 and 14. They both look a lot like me: brown curly hair, big blue eyes and perfect skin. Tammy is fairly well developed for her age -- already with a strong resemblance to Zooey Deschanel that the boys are noticing -- and will probably have larger breasts than I do by the time she is finished growing. Jessie is just starting to develop, but has those wild eyes and slim, tomboyish build that suggest she will be quite a firecracker in her late teens.

Anyway, at the party, I continued to find ways to be around David. I should point out that David is far more attractive and masculine than my husband. My husband Mike is short, pot-bellied, and slump-shouldered with a very weak chin. Weak in the way that starving Ethiopian children are weak. His thinning hair has that black oily look of a cartoon villain from the 1940's. Worst of all, he was hung like a mouse. A mouse in a cold shower.

Late in the evening, I noticed Michael was sitting at a table, half passed out from the light beer he was nursing -- his third. I walked over to David and began talking to him. David was on his seventh scotch, but he was eloquent and smooth: obviously, real men have no problem handling their alcohol.

As we talked, I found myself brushing the back of my hand against my breasts. David noticed my subconscious movements and then said, with strong warmth in his voice, "Careful, if your nipples get any harder, they'll poke through that beautiful dress."

I looked down and realized he was right. My face went as red as my dress. I tried to speak, but couldn't.

David caught my gaze, looked me firmly in the eyes and simply said, "Walk with me."

It wasn't a request, I think, so much as him simply stating what would be. He turned and walked towards the side door -- and I followed like a love struck puppy.

I followed David outside. He continued to walk to the parking lot. He didn't say a word as he walked with his drink to the far end of the last row of cars. As he walked, he lit a cigarette. When he stopped, he turned and offered me one. I said, "Oh, sir, no thank you -- I quit a couple years ago."

He continued to look at me with those piercing eyes as he held out the cigarette. I looked down and took one. As I put my wine glass down, David lit my cigarette for me and we smoked in silence. Then, as we finished and tossed the butts onto the pavement, David lit another for himself. He put his glass on the hood of someone's car and then unzipped his pants.

I was shocked that David was unzipping his pants, but that shock was nothing compared to when I saw him release what can only be described as a monster. I felt like a citizen of Japan at the mercy of Godzilla as I stared at 11 inches of semi-hard cock. David continued to stare at me and simply said, "Suck it."

I tried to object. I said, my voice trembling, "I've never cheated on my husband before. Sir."

It was true, too. Even though I was a typical lonely housewife and even though sex with my husband was about as enjoyable as receiving root canal from a blind dentist with Parkinson's disease, I have never been unfaithful. Dave simply shrugged and said, "Okay, enjoy the rest of the party."

He turned his back to me and started pissing on the asphalt between the cars.

For some strange reason -- which I would like to think was the alcohol, though I know that wasn't it -- I stayed. I heard a tiny voice and realized it was my own, "Well, I guess I can suck your cock. I mean, it isn't like its ... sex, right?"

Dave just looked back over his shoulder at me and grinned that knowing grin. The grin suggested that he knew my decision before he even asked.

I dropped to my knees as he turned around. I wrapped my hands around his huge manhood and hefted it up. I could see a couple droplets of piss clinging to the tiny slit. I was about to wipe it clean but when I looked up, something about his eyes made me stop. I simply stuck out my tongue and licked it clean before slipping about 5 inches into my mouth.

David took a drag from his cigarette as he put one hand on my head. His large hand engulfed the top of my skull the way a basketball player palms a ball. With little effort, he pulled my face closer, forcing more of his now fully erect cock into my mouth and down my throat. I had to relax my throat to accommodate him or risk choking.

As I let him fuck my face, I noticed my knees were getting wet. I glanced down and saw that the stream of urine has run downhill towards me, the edges of the flow now touching my skin. I wanted to get up and move but for some reason, all I did was hike up my dress to keep it clean and dry. I looked back up and saw David watching me, gauging my reaction to the puddle. He was weighing me with his eyes. When he was confident that I was obedient enough, he pulled out of my mouth and yanked me to my feet.

"Lift your dress," he said.

I smiled and batted my eyes and bent forward a little as I lifted my skirt to flaunt my perfect ass. Dave bent down, and with both hands tore the crotch of my black nylons. Then he grabbed my panties and tore them as well, leaving just tattered rags hanging from around my hips. He snagged both of my wrist in a single hand, holding me fast. I was about to say something in protest, but instead I just lowered my head, trying to slow my breathing. I had goosebumps. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. Fuck, I wanted it. I wanted that giant cock inside my body, stretching me like I haven't been stretched since I gave birth to Jessie.

David pushed me forward against a car. I held on as my face was lowered to waist level. My legs were kicked apart like a cop arresting a drunk driver. I then felt the head of his large tool pressing into the folds of my pussy, parting it like Moses at the Red Sea. And like Moses, when I was finally parted, I moaned a quiet exaltation to God.

Oh God, oh GOD, his cock.

Being filled with an 11" (more like 12 inches in its fully erect state) was like being in a drug induced haze of both numbness and pleasure. I tried to speak but the words came out more like a guttural moan. My eyes were closed and I can't swear that drool wasn't dripping from my lower lip.

After a few minutes of being pounded by David, I felt my toes curling, my heart racing and a wave of tingling vibrations erupting through my body. I bit my mouth down tight so I wouldn't scream as I experienced my first orgasm in over 15 years and probably only the 5th in my entire life. Without a doubt, it was the best of the bunch.

I was still lost in the haze of my orgasm when David abruptly pulled out. There was almost a gasp of panic as his giant cock was replaced by the cold vacuum of air into my gaping cunt. Before I had a chance to voice my complaint, he grabbed me and spun me around, loosing my arms and forcing me back to my knees in the puddle. He put his cock to my lips.

I opened my mouth and he pushed his way in. I could taste my own cunt on his cock and was surprisingly not appalled. In fact, I actually enjoyed the rich tangy flavor. Then, after fucking my face for 5 or 6 strokes, he pulled out and held his cock a few inches from my face. He held it like a cannon, ready to knock down a castle wall. His first blast struck me right in the eye and splashed off. The second hit my forehead and began to drip down my cheek. His next blast of cum hit my upper lip and teeth, dripping down onto my lower lips. Blast after blast washed over my face as though someone had hit me with a cream pie.

Eventually, after about 9 large blasts, David's cock stopped pulsating. It stopped spewing its cream all over my face, dripping down into my cleavage. David held his cock to my lips for me to lick clean. As I did, he leaned forward and picked up my wine glass. He then backed away and held the wine glass under my chin. The cum dripped down into the glass. After about 3 ounces had collected in the glass, he held the glass in front of himself and grunted. His cock started launching a thick stream of urine. When the stream died down to a trickle, he put the glass in front and collected an ounce of piss. That, with the cum, turned the half-full glass of red wine to a strange swirled pink, red and white liquid. He helped me to my feet and said, "There's a Burger King across the street. Go get cleaned up. I'll leave your drink here for you. When you come back, I expect to see you drinking your cocktail."

I simply nodded as he walked away.

I watched him walk back to the party through my one non-slimed eye and then I hurried across the street to the burger joint. When I walked in, it was surprisingly crowded. With a mall right down the street, I assume these were holiday shoppers who didn't have time for a home-cooked meal. So instead, about 40 people were either in the line or off on the side filling their drink cups. I walked in and pushed past the staring patrons. I hurried to the back where the bathrooms are. I tried the door to the ladies room but it was locked. A voice inside yelled, "One minute."

Damn.

So there I stood, by the door, with cum dripping down my face and my knees shaking from the pounding my cunt had taken. Four teen boys sat at a table right next to me and stared. I could hear their snickering and their snide comments. I guess it wasn't too hard to tell what happened to my face; while I did my best to studiously ignore them, I realized that my nylons were still hanging in shreds around my ankles, and my slickness had run down to my knees.

After 5 minutes, the door opened and a large woman with ankles like angry elephant feet walked out and mercifully let me pass. When I looked in the mirror, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was a mess, obviously, but it was more than that. Looking at my slime-coated face, I looked like I was just the guest of honor at a bukakke party. I laughed as I used a finger to wipe some of the sperm from my left eye. For some reason, I licked my finger clean. Now I have never been against swallowing sperm, but I also wouldn't call myself a connoisseur, either. Yet here I was, enjoying the thrill of licking the sperm from my fingers. Maybe it was the nastiness of it or the excitement or maybe it was as I feared, that I was actually enjoying the taste. Or probably all three.

When I eventually returned to the party, Mike was asleep at the table, his fourth light beer barely touched. I walked over to the appetizer table to get something less salty - and slimy - to eat. I caught David's eye and held up my glass to show him I had it. Then I closed my eyes and lifted it to my lips. As the sludge slipped down my throat, I could feel eyes upon me. I opened my eyes to see Connie Virtue, Richard's fiance. A gorgeous young blonde, she walked over and was asking me how I liked the party. I nodded and said, "Oh, it's been pretty exciting so far."

As we talked, I tried to ignore the cold breeze going up my dress and through my torn nylons and panties. I swirled the half empty glass in my hand and took another sip. Connie asked, "That's a strange looking drink, what is it?"

I replied, trying not to smile, simply, "Red wine blow job."

Connie looked confused, wrinkling her pert little nose. I said, "You know, that shot drink called a blow job. It has Bailey's in it and some other stuff. I got it from the bar and poured it into my wine. It tastes pretty good."

Connie asked, "Can I have a taste?"

I looked over her shoulder at David, who was about 5 feet away and listening. He nodded with a smile. I handed her the glass. She lifted it to her lips and took a sip. I could see strings of sperm wash into her mouth. Then she sloshed it around in her mouth for a second and swallowed. "Mmm, pretty good."

She took another gulp. "Really good, actually," she said.

When she handed me back the glass, it only contained barely a sip. I drank it and Connie asked, "Want me to go get us a couple more from the bar? I mean, I thought it might be fun to get you drunk --"

That's when Dave cut in. "I'm on my way up to the bar, can I get you ladies a refill?"

I said yes, blushing, and off he went. As I talked to Connie, I watched David get two large glasses of wine and take them into the men's room.

After what seemed like 5 minutes, David returned with 2 drinks and handed one to each of us. He said, "I think you ladies will like these. They were made extra special."

We each took a sip. Connie said, "Mmm, yes, that's good. I'll have to get the recipe."

As I sipped my drink, I could see and taste that it had a lot more sperm and piss in it than last time. The wine only made up about 30% this time. And like Connie, I was enjoying it. Enjoying it a LOT.

David, now drinking another scotch, stayed and talked to us. He asked Connie about when she and Richard were going back to Germany. She said that he was leaving in two days, but that she was staying through the holidays. Then I mentioned that Mike was going with Dick for 2 weeks. He asked, "You must have very trusting husbands. I don't know if I could leave two beautiful women such as your selves here alone for 2 weeks."

We both blushed, but I also felt something else. While Mike does occasionally throw compliments my way, they always come across as painful for him. Dave seems to have a natural ability to make a person's heart soar. Of course, he was having an effect on more than just my heart.

Mike finally woke up and stumbled over. He burped and then said, "C'mon, let's get out of here. I gotta take a piss."

He pulled me by the arm, then saw my drink and asked, "What the hell are you drinking?"

Before I could say anything, Connie spoke up. "It's a new drink we just discovered. It's really good. You should try it."

Mike, seeing that David was watching him, didn't want to wuss out and reveal that he only drinks light beer or 2% milk. Instead, he took my drink and chugged it, finishing it off. He made a strange face and said, "It's a little strong."

I laughed. Of course, anything as manly as David's cum would be too strong for Michael. It was probably the first time he's had any hint of a real man inside him.

On the car ride home, I drove -- and sure enough, Michael passed out. I reached for my purse to get out my lipstick to fix my smeared lips at a stop light. When I reached my hand inside my purse, I found something strange: a napkin. It had a phone number on it, and a note that simply said, Call me when he goes away. I want to fuck that sweet ass of yours.

My heart fluttered and my pussy got wet again. I looked to make sure Mike was unconscious, and then I shifted in my seat so I could hike up my skirt. While I drove with my left hand, my right went to work on my aching cunt. No simple clit rubbing would satisfy me, either. I rammed 2 fingers up my wet hole and sloshed them back and forth. Then I took them out and sucked on them as I drove. Well, I guess I knew what I'd be doing in 2 days.

Saturday, two days later, Mike left for his two-week trip. The kids were at their friends' house for the afternoon and I was standing in the kitchen with the phone. It was ringing.

His voice was so strong. "Hello."

I was nervous, but tried not to let it show in my voice. "Um, hi. This is, um, Jessica Hunt from the Christmas party. Is this David?"

"Yeah, and...?"

"Um, you said to call when Mike left and he ... he just left for the airport, sir. He'll be gone for 2 weeks. Well, 15 days actually. He'll be back on the 27th. Well, late on the 27th, so really like the 28th. I, uhh, well, sir --"

There was a pause and David said, "And you are calling to beg me to come over and fuck you? To open up your ass, and treat you like a dirty cock sucking whore, yes?"

I was shocked by his harsh words and I said, "Hey, now, sir, that ... wasn't very nice. Look, the other night was fun and I was thinking you could come over, yes. I mean, I would really like you to come over, but there have to be some ground rules. You need to understand that I don't..."

David interrupted, "Sorry, never mind then." CLICK.

He hung up on me. I couldn't believe it, he actually hung up on me. I was furious! I threw the phone against the wall and it cracked. I started mumbling to myself, "What a jerk! Who the hell does he think he is?"

I walked over to the computer and sat down. I brought up the Internet and started surfing a news site. Then I went to Google -- and for some strange reason, my fingers typed in "large cock". Sure enough, hundreds of pictures of girls being fucked by huge cocks were in front of me. I looked down and realized I had unbuttoned my skirt and my hand was in my panties. Damn, I never do stuff like this. I felt like a woman possessed, like I was no longer in control of myself.

35 seconds later, I was holding a scotch taped phone receiver to my ear and listening to it ring. "Hello?"

"Um, David, it's, um, Jessica Hunt, um, from the Christmas party. I think we got off on the wrong..."

He interrupted me, "I know who this is. What I want to know is why you are calling me. You made it clear that you were not receptive to my plans, hence we have no need to talk. Instead, I think I'll give Connie a call -- since she's all alone as well."

I felt my heart race and I felt a twang of desperation and jealousy in the pit of my stomach. "Wait, I was just kidding around. No, I really want you to come over."

There was a pause on the phone that felt like days as I could hear David breathing. Finally, he broke the silence, "Do you, now? Do you want me to come over and fuck your ass and treat you like a cock sucking whore?"

I quietly said, "Yes, of course. Sir."

After a brief pause, David said in a flat voice, "I am unconvinced. I want to hear you say it."

I swallowed and closed my eyes as I said, "Yes, I want you to come over and fuck my ass and treat me like a cock sucking whore."

Saying those vile words filled me with a sort of power. It was like those words were giving me confidence and setting me free from my lifetime of pretending to be something I'm not. He continued, "Do you want to suck my cock after I fuck your ass? Do you want me to take to out to a porn shop and make you suck off strange men through the glory hole? Do you want me to piss in your mouth? Do you want my giant cock buried in that bald cunt of yours?"

My whole body burning, my nipples aching, I said, "Yes... Sir, but my pussy isn't shaved."

He simply said, "It will be by the time I get there."

"Um, yes, of course. Sir." I gave him the address and he hung up.

I had no idea when David was coming. He didn't say if he was coming right over or if he'd be over later or what. I had to assume I had very little time, so I quickly jumped in the shower. I grabbed one of my husband's new razors and got busy trimming. I have never completely trimmed my pussy before, but I think I did an excellent job. When I toweled off, I patted a little baby powder on my freshly bald cunt to prevent razor burn and then I stood in front of the full length mirror that hangs from the back of the bathroom door. My cunt looked ... hungry. "Not too shabby," I thought.

I dressed as sexily as I could and checked the time. It was 11 am and the kids would be out for a few more hours. I had to make sure I had time to get changed back into something more befitting a mother of two before they returned. In the meantime, I was dressed in a white blouse, short black skirt, 2 inch heels and no undergarments. I figured they would just slow David down. Besides, I couldn't afford to keep replacing every pair of panties he rips to get at my sopping cunt.

Time seemed to drip by as I waited for David. I paced nervously around the house. I checked the time every 5 minutes. I even did some minor housework to pass the time. Finally, it was 3 o'clock and I knew the kids would be home soon, so I was about to go upstairs and change when I heard the front door open. My daughters were home. Shit! I would have to go past the door to get to the stairs.

The girls came in and yelled that they were home. I couldn't simply hide behind a couch like a child, so I came into view and welcomed them home. "Hi kids, how was your day?"

Jessie, my little nine year old, started telling me about their day when Tammy said, "Damn, Mom, you look great. Do you have a hot date or something?"

I let out a nervous chuckle. "No, I just figured I'd try on some old clothes I haven't worn in a while. I'm going back up to get changed right now."

I looked at myself in the hall mirror as I passed and agreed. I did look great, though you could see my nipples a little too clearly through the sheer blouse.

Before I could get to the stairs, the doorbell chimed. Damn! I opened the door to see David, dressed in khakis and a suit-jacket over a sharp polo shirt. He filled them out quite well. I invited him in and then remembered the girls were standing behind me. "Um, girls, this is a friend of your father's from ... from the office. His name is David. David, these are my daughters, Tammy and Jessie."

David smiled brightly at them and then said, "My, you both have your mother's beauty."

The girls giggled, and teenage Tammy blushed.

Then David turned to me and said, "I love the blouse." I quickly remembered that my nipples were visible and blushed, myself. This was not the way to behave in front of my daughters. Of course, had I known what was to come later, I probably would have just smiled.

David took off his coat and handed it to me. I said, "I'm sorry, the kids are home earlier than I expected. Maybe we should slip away to your place or try again tomorrow or something."

He looked around the living room and then said, "No, this will work just fine...better, in fact. Take off your clothes."

"Huh?" was the only response I could muster.

Tammy spoke up, with a mischievous grin in her voice, "Mom, what's going on?"

I said, "Oh, nothing, David is just kidding around. It's nothing..."

Dave put a hand up and silenced me. He said to the girls, "Your mother is a dirty, cock-hungry slut and she begged me to come over and treat her like a whore in return for fucking her. Since you are her daughters, you are probably both sluts as well. You should both stay around and watch as I fuck your mother in every hole. Maybe if you're good and obedient like your mom, I'll let you both take turns sucking my cock."

I moved between David and my girls and said, "Hey, now that was uncalled for! There is no way my daughters are going to watch us have sex! And you sure as hell aren't going to be messing around with them!"

David eyed me for a second, then he unzipped his pants. He withdrew his monster cock which was already about 90% hard. He held it there, watching me become almost hypnotized by it and said, "Fine, if you don't want me to fuck you, you can go fuck yourself."

Then he started putting his large cock away -- I realized that I had already reached out to stroke it.

"Wait, don't go!" I couldn't believe I was hearing those words from my own mouth, but the thought of the orgasm he gave me just 2 days before was making me irrational. I continued, "No, it's okay, I was just being... Sir, please ..."

David turned and looked at me with those smoldering eyes and said, "Now take off your clothes."

I lowered my head in submission and began undressing in front of my daughters. They both had enormous grins on their faces. I didn't even walk over and close the blinds in the front window. As I unbuttoned my blouse, he said, "I do not like repeating myself. Do not make me do so again."

I nodded, humbled, my knees shaking and goosebumps all across my skin.

David pulled his shirt up over his head. I was impressed by his physique -- he was like a sculpture of a god. He nodded me over. I left my blouse in a pile on the floor and walked towards him, my heart racing. I dropped to my knees at his feet and began unbuttoning his pants. As I slid the zipper down, I could feel the large inviting bulge just below the fabric.

As I slid his pants off, I could feel the warmth emanating from his boxers. My daughters stood silently behind me and watched. I glanced past David's body at a mirror on the wall by the coat rack. I could see the girls just standing there in awe. There was of course shock in their eyes, but also maybe something else. Was it curiosity or was it something more? Desire? I felt a mixture of guilt and a rush of pleasure. I realize this doesn't make sense, but being told to do this in front of my girls was almost like an awakening for me. It was like I lived the first 36 years of my life in the shadows and I was finally stepping into the light and I wanted the world to see.

I pulled down David's boxers, freeing his giant cock. It popped up and smacked me in the cheek. It was so hard it was like being struck by a miniature baseball bat. David shuffled his feet, stepping out of his shoes and clothes. He said, "Socks", and I removed each sock. It was strange, even his feet seemed muscular, if that's possible.

I know what you may be wondering. Why would I be doing this? Sure, Mike isn't the most manly of men, but there had to be some reason I married him in the first place, right? Unfortunately, not a very good one. You see, I grew up in a rural town in western Nebraska. When I say rural, I mean I knew the tumbleweeds by name. I went to a large university where I knew no one. My roommate joined a sorority and was a bit of a party girl. She was hardly ever around, leaving me to my studies and my solitude. Then one day, when I was a junior, she invited me to a party of hers -- it was wild, like something from a raunchy teen movie. People were pairing up all over the house, sometimes in more than just couples. There were several groups of three, all kissing and groping each other. I stepped into the bathroom but when I turned on the light, I found a girl on her knees, servicing a guy with a large blue tattoo on his back.

I was seeing things that I had never seen before: a girl on a couch openly playing with her asshole as the man she made out with slipped three fingers into her pussy. A fraternity brother easing his enormous member into the dripping, gaping cunt of a preteen tied, gagged, to the pool table. A pregnant TA, soaked in piss, furiously masturbating on a kitchen floor and begging the laughing frat brothers to let her fuck their dog. A local mom, greasing up her daughter's asshole while preparing the next of her rapists with her mouth. Just before I left, I watched a high-school girl sink herself onto a bowling pin while surrounded by hard cocks, working a fat length of dick with each fist, ropes of cum and saliva trailing from her lips and down her bare, shining tits.

Flustered, breathing heavily, I stumbled down the stairs and out the back door. There were several smokers gathered around in a close circle, trying to shield themselves from the late November air. I didn't smoke, so I just stood off by myself, rubbing my knees together. I was just about to leave when Mike came up to me. I saw him earlier with a bunch of other guys playing a drinking game. He had a lot of friends at the party but he chose to stop and talk to me.

I realize this may be corny, but I liked Mike because he seemed safe. Unlike the other guys there, he didn't ask me if I wanted to suck his cock or ask to see my tits. He didn't grab my ass, even. At the time, I thought that meant he was a gentleman. I didn't realize he was just too much of a pussy to ask for what he wanted or to just flat out take it.

We dated all through my last year and a half of college, though we only had sex a handful of times. Again, I didn't think anything of it. I figured that when I got married, I'd have all the sex I could handle. So when we wed 8 months after graduation, I was a little disappointed that we only had sex twice on our week-long honeymoon. Over the years to come, I would learn to live with a lot of disappointment in that area.

And I masturbated to thoughts of that party every night.

But now was my time to embrace a part of me that has lay dormant for far too long. As I kneeled before David with my children watching behind me, I realized that I didn't leave the party that night because I was some scared small-town girl overwhelmed by the debauchery of big school life. No, I left because I was surprised by how turned on I was becoming. I left because I was shocked at how much I wanted to join the writhing bodies. How much I wanted to lose myself in it. How much I wanted to be taken, and taken again.

I just didn't allow myself to understand that fact at the time. But now I knew.

David snapped my attention back to the moment at hand as he took hold of my hair and pulled my face close to his body. I opened my mouth and let his cock slide between my lips. He grunted, "Suck it, whore. No hands."

I looked up at him with my large green eyes, thanking him silently, and then got busy sucking his huge cock. Each time, I took David all the way into my mouth, to the point of gagging as the large mushroom head clogged my airway. It didn't stop me as I continued to devour him, sucking at his incredible manhood like a starving street urchin at a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving.

I heard David say, "Come over here, girls. You can see better from over here."

My heart raced as I heard the girls walk over. God, I wanted them to want this. To need this, like I did. From the corner of my eye, I could see them both standing next to me, one on each side. David spoke to them, "Well girls, as you can see, your mother is a dirty little whore. She craves cock like a bitch in heat. She's such a filthy slut that she'll do anything I tell her to. Let me show you. Whore, stand up."

Moaning, I released him from my mouth and stood up with my head tilted down. David stepped closer and put his hand on my bald cunt. "Not bad. Now go bring in your dog."

I looked up at him with confusion and a bit of fear in my eyes. He just kept his steely gaze on me until I shrunk from the scrutiny and left the room. I returned with Midnight, our black lab. David, his hand on my teenager's shoulder, turned to Tammy and said, "Go to the kitchen and get me a jar of peanut butter."

To my surprised delight, Tammy ran off and returned, a bounce in her step, with a large jar of JIF.

Dave took the jar and then looked at me. "Lay on the floor and spread your legs."

I obeyed, trying to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest, and kept my eyes shut. Maybe if I didn't watch what was going on, I would be less mortified. Doubtful.

David knelt, took a glob of peanut butter in his fingers, and smeared it into my dripping slit. He rubbed his hand around, pushing it inside the way you would fill the cracks of your bathroom tile with grout. Then he clapped his hands and the dog came over. It didn't take much for Midnight to figure out where the great smell was coming from. He knew dinner was served, and he dove in.

Feeling his large rough tongue swish over my crack and my swollen clit was like being jolted with a bolt of electricity. I shuddered, pushing back against him. Then, when he came in closer to dig his tongue inside, I felt his cold nose brush against my clit and it felt like an ice cube. I jumped a bit and squealed. I opened my eyes to watch and saw my daughters standing over me, staring like hungry kittens looking through the window of the butcher shop. They were trembling with need. I could see it in their eyes. So did David.

David waited for the dog to finish as much of the peanut butter as he could get and then decided to fill me once more. This time, however, he decided to up the ante. "Girls," he said, "put more peanut butter on your mother. The dog's getting hungry for his bitch."

Tammy took the jar and dipped her hand inside. Then she handed it to little Jessie, who followed suit. I gasped as the girls smeared the peanut butter on my pussy. Their hands felt so soft and warm on my flesh. Before I could really savor the moment, Midnight had pushed his way back in and was back to lapping at me. I couldn't even think as his tongue slurped over and over along my overheating twat.

I could tell I was getting close to cumming. As humiliating as this was, I have to admit that it was hot. I didn't care that my daughters were there. Hell, I wouldn't have cared if the Pope was standing there. I needed to cum. Just then, the pleasure abruptly stopped. I looked up and saw that David had pulled back the dog. I had a look of utter frustration on my face. "Please, sir! Please!"

David asked, "Do you want my cock inside you now?"

I nodded as I gasped, "Yes, I need your cock! Oh, fuck, god, I need your cock!"

David replied, "Good. Then you had better be a good little whore -- and maybe I will reward you with my cock in your cunt. Maybe I will let you have an orgasm or two today. But that all depends on you... and your daughters."

David looked down at Midnight, who was now bent down, licking his cock. I think it was the first time I ever really looked at it. It was about 4 inches long, pink and sticking out from the end of his furry sheath. David saw me looking and said, "I see you'll take any cock at this point. Good, you may suck your dog's filthy cock."

I wanted to protest. Who the hell was HE to tell me to do something so disgusting? I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I wanted to grab my girls and run away. I wanted to stand up in righteous indignation and spit in his face.

Instead, his eyes pinned me. Unable to meet his incredible gaze, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror on the wall. I could see myself on my hands and knees, crawling over to the dog. It was like I was watching someone else, until I bent down and could feel the wet spongy tip of the pink dog cock with my own tongue. I stole a quick glance up and saw the girls staring at me in joyous disbelief. Then I closed my eyes and lowered my head, taking his entire cock in my mouth. It was wet and slimy and tangy and pungent and I loved it.

David spoke, "Look at her, girls. Look at what a filthy cock sucking whore your mother is. I bet you two are just like your mother. I bet you are both dirty little sluts."

My whole body tingling, I stole a glance up at them as he continued, "Take off your clothes. I want to see what kind of sluts she has for daughters. Take off your clothes and get on your knees."

By this point, I shouldn't have been shocked by anything, but I was. I was very surprised to see my daughters obey him. These are the same two girls who refused to put away their laundry for 3 weeks, yet here they were, obeying him. Like they worshiped him. Their clothes fell away as they hurried to do as he commanded. As they stripped, I felt a pang of jealousy. I knew that they would be partaking in his monster cock while I was left here sucking on a dog's dick. Just then, David's voice brought me out of my daydream. "Get up, whore."

There was no anger or hostility in his voice. Only domination. Pure power. I knew he was talking to me, so I got up. "You need to teach your daughters how to suck my cock. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll stuff your slick cunt with it."

He held his enormous cock like a club in front of him. I nodded, almost swooning, and smiled at the thought. The girls finished undressing and kneeled on either side of me.

I said to my little naked girls, "Take your hands and wrap them around it. Yes. Feel it throb in your hands. Now Tammy, lean down and lick the head ... like this."

I closed my eye and licked the mushroom head, letting the tip slip into my mouth and then back out. I backed away and Tammy was about to wipe my spit off the tip when David said, "Don't clean it, slut, just suck it."

Tammy, blushing furiously, licked it tentatively and then worked up the courage to let the head and an additional inch into her mouth. I whispered to her, "Don't let your teeth scrape, honey. Make sure your tongue works as a guide between your bottom teeth and your master's cock. Work the underside."

I let her practice for a few moments, proud of how she hollowed out her cheeks and gazed up at her master. Then I pulled Tammy off and nodded to little baby Jessie. Jess didn't bother trying to clean it. She just took it and attacked it with the sort of enthusiasm only a child has. She licked, sucked and slurped while I cupped his balls and gently massaged them. I then said to Tammy, "Help your sister. There is more than enough cock for you both to suck at the same time. And don't forget to suck his balls, too."

To illustrate my point, I leaned my head down and lifted his swollen balls into my mouth. It was like trying to suck a pair of tennis balls. I could smell the musky sweaty scent and loved it. God damn, I loved it. Then David said, "Good job whore. While these bitches suck my cock, you may entertain me. First, get me a digital camera."

I was terrified at the prospect of him recoding any of what we were doing, but for some reason I obeyed. Then, after I handed him the camera and a glass of scotch -- I thought it would be a nice touch -- he told me to get down on the floor. He said, "Get down there. You got that dog all excited. Now you have to let him fuck you like the bitch you are."

I had never done anything like this before. The thought of what I was about to do, as well as what I had just done, would make any normal girl sick to their stomach. That's when I knew for sure that I was exactly as David had described me as to my daughters. That's when I knew that I was a dirty cock loving, dog fucking whore. Because as I got on my knees and patted my ass for the dog to approach, I was actually excited. I was as horny as I had ever been. I needed this. When I felt the rough pads of his paws on my soft white flesh and the tips of his claws dig into me for support, my excitement grew. And when I felt his swollen pink and purple cock penetrate me, I came. With every flash of the camera, another jolt of pleasure struck.

As I came, I lowered my face into the carpet to help muffle the screams. David said, "Yes, you are a dirty dog whore, aren't you?"

I lifted my head to answer, but my reply game out garbled, like I was a stroke victim. I tried to lift my head again and this time I managed to scream out, "Yes! I'm a dirty dog whore. I love hard cock. I want to drink cum and lick pussy and have my ass fucked by strange men!"

David still had my daughters kneeling in front of him. He held the camera and snapped a few pictures of them working together on his cock. Occasionally their tongues would touch and they would kiss. He seemed to enjoy that. He held up the camera with one hand and pulled away his cock with his other. He said, "Just stay right there and open your mouths. Don't close your eyes or I'll make you suck off fifty men till you get it right."

Then he stoked his enormous cock and it started pulsating. A large glob of sperm shot out of the slit and struck Tammy in the eye. To her credit, my teen daughter didn't even blink. He angled his second blast at Jessie, shooting directly into the open, waiting mouth of the grade-schooler. He went back and fourth, spraying both girls in their mouths and on their faces. I found myself both jealous and proud as they both swallowed the thick volume of cum, and began working my way to another orgasm on the dog's thrusting cock.

David pushed both girls over towards me. "Let that whore lick your faces clean."

My heart leapt. The girls got down low so I could reach their faces with the dog still weighing me down. It was very strange and exhilarating, licking spunk from my daughter's faces while our dog was cuming inside my cunt. He leaned his large head down and a thick glob of drool dripped from his mouth, landing along my cheek. I lowered and turned my head so the glob dripped down into my open mouth.

Unlike the movies, the dog wasn't tied to me. His knot remained outside my body, so when he finished, he dismounted me. David said to the girls, "Tammy, go lick your mother's cunt clean. Jessie, dear, go lick that dog's cock clean. When you're finished, I am taking you three out. You three are adequate, but I plan on training you until you are able to make a man cum in seconds."

Somehow, being told that we were 'adequate' - and that we would be trained - was the greatest compliment I could have imagined.

I rolled over onto my back, sprawled, thinking my daughter would kneel between my legs. I was pleasantly surprised when instead she crawled across my body, laying her naked body against mine. Her pussy was in my face as I felt her first tentative, mewling licks on my drenched cunt. I decided to show her what to do by licking her pussy. I raised my hands and spread her legs and ass. I lifted my tongue and slid it slowly, roughly along her wet, overheating slit. She moaned into my crack and followed my example. I could hear slurping as she tried to handle the copious load of dog sperm dripping from my abused body.

As I began sucking on Tammy's sweet teen clit, I strained and looked over at Jessie, who had her tiny hands wrapped around the base of the dog's cock. As she sucked up and down on his pointed prick, the dog kept leaning over and licking her face. Then what I saw impressed me. She lifted her mouth off the dog and opened it. The dog lapped his tongue inside her open mouth, licking the remnants of sperm from her braces and tongue.

I continued my oral assault on Tammy, slipping 2 fingers inside her tight hole. Despite the tightness, I quickly realized my fingers were not hitting the barrier I was expecting. Somehow or other, my oldest daughter was no longer a virgin. I suspected the same might hold true for my youngest before the day was over.

When I was sure Tammy had climaxed, I rolled away from her. David looked down at the three of us, laying in a sweaty pile on the carpet and said, "Okay, now get dressed in the sluttiest clothes you have. I'm taking you three some place special. No underwear."

In less than ten minutes flat, we all returned downstairs for inspection. I had on a sheer white blouse in which my dark areolas were clearly visible without a bra. I also had on a black leather micro-mini that ended a half inch below my exposed bald cunt. I topped the outfit off with thigh high black leather boots. Tammy wore a short black skirt, a thin black halter top and cute little blank ankle boots. Baby Jessie wore a pair of ultra tight biker shorts that exposed her camel toe along with a half shirt that may have fit her 2 years ago. Now it just looked a hair shy of obscene. Not owning any boots or heels that fit, she wore white sneakers with them.

We got into David's Lexus, with me in the front passenger seat and the girls in the back. David unzipped his pants and fished out his large cock. He reached over and took hold of the back of my head and pulled it down onto his shaft. We drove, as he chatted with the girls and I gurgled in pleasure.

About a half hour later, we pulled to a stop in a gravel parking lot. He pulled my head off his cock and said, "I'll be right back. You three wait here."

David exited the car and walked towards a large wooden building that I didn't recognize. When David turned the corner around the side of the building, I looked around and saw a street sign that said, Access Road 3492. Never heard of it. There were about 25 cars in the parking lot, most of them older and a bit banged up. The Lexus stood out from the crowd.

I turned my head and saw the large handmade sign by the street, which read "Knob Gobbler's GoGo Bar: Adult bookstore, teen maternity, video booths in back". I may not be a slut (well, maybe I now am), but I am certainly not a prude. I have been in a couple adult bookstores and even a couple gentlemen's clubs before, yet I had never heard of this place.

We were parked behind the building, and to my right was an overflowing dumpster. Behind it was a man leaning against the plank wall. A woman squatted in front of him, obviously giving him a world-class blow job. It made me chuckle: a little knob-gobbling at the Knob Gobbler. Yup, it still makes me laugh.

I was startled from my amused pondering when David returned and opened the door. He smiled and said, "Okay ladies, the owner of this establishment has something special for us. You should probably think of some appropriate way to thank him. Follow me."

David closed the door and started walking back to the strip club/porn shop. Some nasty thoughts raced across my mind, and I was about to tell the girls that we were leaving, when I heard the back doors of the car slam shut. By the time I got out, the girls were already running after David. Shit! I guess we were committed now. I raced after David and the girls, and caught up with them as they rounded the corner of the building.

Believe me when I say that the front of this establishment was no more inviting than the rear. Everything was wood and old except for the large shiny metal door in front that must have weighed close to a ton. David opened the door and ushered us into a small foyer. On the walls were torn posters. One declared Wednesdays as "Ladies Night" and another advertised a porn DVD called "Spunk Chuggers 4".

I can only assume the first 3 in the series left too many unanswered questions that a 4th part was inevitable. Along the back wall were two separate hallways. One was marked "Strippers" and one was marked "Porn". How simple.

Between the front door and the two hallways sat a tarnished desk with a dented cash register. On the back of the register was a faded sticker that read "Property of Woolworth's". Behind the register sat a man who practically walked out of the Grand Book of Porn-Shop Clichés. He was about 5'7, 275 pounds, hadn't shaved in a week, and his hairline had retreated rather than receded. He wore blue jeans and a well-worn t-shirt that read "I fuck on the first date."

The creepy guy smiled when we entered, showing off all 9 of his yellowed teeth. David handed the man some cash, though I couldn't see how much. In return, the man handed David 3 brown paper grocery bags. He then said, "You take booths 3, 5 and lucky 13."

David told Tammy to follow him and told Jessie and me to wait. They went down the corridor marked "Porn" and disappeared around a corner. While we waited, Jessie asked me, "What's going on, Mom?"

I said, "I'm not sure, honey. If you're scared, we can leave."

She looked up at me with those large eyes, all preteen precociousness, and said, "No, I'm actually kind of excited. This is pretty wild."

I smiled back at her. "Yeah. Yeah it is, sweetpea."

I looked up and saw the furry man staring at us, flashing us a near-toothless grin. His hand was somewhere in front of himself but below our line of view. His shoulder kept moving up and down in a slow steady rhythm. Jessie saw what the man was doing as well and whispered to me, "Is he, you know, jerking off?"

I said, "Yeah, I think so."

We must not have been quiet enough because the man heard us. He perked up and said, "Yeah, damn right I'm jerking off. Little girl, you want to come around here and help me finish?"

Jessie's face scrunched in disgust. "No way!"

The man's smile fell away and he said, "Fine, have it your way. Maybe I'll just save this, then."

David returned alone and then took Jessie down the hall. Now I was alone and a little nervous. A dirty old man entered the shop. He looked at me and then asked the clerk, "Bitch going to 13?"

The shop's owner flashed that broken smile again and said, "Yeah, but I think you really want to hit booth 6 today."

The guy had his hand in his pocket, obviously rubbing himself as he walked up to me. He was shorter than me, maybe 5'4", paper thin with a thick billowy head of white hair. He put $20 on the table and said to the clerk as he started down the hall, "Better be worth it, asshole, that was my beer money."

Now I was all alone with the poster boy for the dangers of inbreeding. The rotund cashier suddenly stood up and walked around his table towards me. He walked right up next to me and I swear he sniffed me. Then he dropped his gaze to my large meaty tits. He reached up a hand and squeezed my left breast lightly through my transparent blouse. His breath stank of cigarettes as he said, "Yeah. Nice. I may have to sample you."

I slapped his hand away and said, "No fucking way, dirtbag!"

His face turned angry. I think he may have slapped me if not for the voice behind us. "Now that isn't any way to speak to our gracious host. You owe Mr. Clarke an apology."

David was back, and once again he returned alone. I lowered my gaze as I said in a defeated tone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Clarke."

He squeezed my tit again, but harder this time. "Don't worry, cunt, I'll find some way for you whores to make it up to me." A shiver went up my spine.

Dave led me down the narrow corridor, which opened into a dimly-lit room filled with shelves. On the shelves were boxes of porn. It was like the Mecca of sleaze. On the wall was a poster marking the return of the "Throat Yogurt for Cheerleaders" series. While I am not familiar with the series, it must be quite popular to be sporting a "Part 9".

At the back of the room was another hallway. This hall was not lit at all, but for the glow of 4 cigarettes, held by creepy looking men who stared ominously at me as I passed. One man, the old guy from the lobs, had his hand down his pants, visibly stroking himself as I slipped by.

Along the way we passed several doors. Some had red lights glowing above the door while others had green lights and still others glowed yellow. I have no idea what the lights signified, since they obviously weren't street lights. Then I noticed the doors each had a tiny number etched above them. I saw the doors Tammy and Jessie were behind but kept walking as we rounded a corner.

We entered another hall and continued on to door 13. Dave opened the door and led me in. It was dark and small, and chains hung from the ceiling. On the one wall was a rectangular plexiglass window about 6 inches high and 12 inches long. It was about eye level. On the other side was a small hole cut into the wall about 2 1/2 feet from the ground. On either side of the hole was a large brass ring bolted to the wall.

David closed the door to the small booth. On the one wall was a TV monitor. Oddly, just above the hole in the wall was a mirror, twisted slightly to the side and tilted slightly up. David said, "Take off your clothes."

The room smelled of sex. Of sweat and cum. I wanted to ask about my daughters, but all I could think of was Dave fucking me in this dirty little room.

I disrobed, tossing my clothes into a pile in the corner. I only left the heels. Then Dave attached a strange harness around my waist, wrapping around each thighs. He pulled down a chain from the ceiling and attached it to the back of the harness. Then he said, "Lean forward. Put your hands down on that pole, but don't squeeze the buttons." I looked down and saw a red pole that ran along the floor, about 6 inched from the ground. On this horizontal pole were two buttons, about a foot apart, on the back side of the pole. I lightly gripped the pole, careful not to depress the buttons.

Then Dave attached a leather band on each wrist and chained me to the pole.

I admit that I was getting nervous, bent down like this. I noticed that my face was right in front of the hole and the tiny mirror. Dave spread my legs about fourteen inches apart and attached ankle shackles and a bar, which secured me to the floor and locked my feet far apart. Then Dave leaned over me and attached a leather band around my neck. It had two metal rings on each side. He pulled my face up against the wall and clipped me to the brass rings on each side of the hole.

Dave walked around behind me and I heard his pants unzip. "You want this, don't you?"

I gasped a yes. Chuckling, he said, "Oh wait, I forgot to turn on the show."

He put a $50 bill into the machine, and the view-screen sprung to life. It was a split, showing 4 separate high-definition pictures. I should have expected it, but it shocked me none the less. I saw my daughters. They were both in booths, shackled and bent just like me. One shot was of Tammy's face, chained against a hole as a large cock thrust into her mouth violently. The second show was also of her, but a wide shot that showed her bare, prepubescent back end. The other two shots were the same, but with Jessie; her hot teen mouth was wrapped around a massive tool, sucking cum from it, and her wet cunt glistened with need.

Dave spoke, "Now I'm going to fuck you with my huge cock. If you squeeze those buttons, doors will open behind the girls...allowing strange men in to fuck them in the cunt and ass. It's all on you, whore."

I heard a door open and close. There was a booth next to mine and a man entered. I saw a flicker of light as he put in money and activated the porn video screen. A second later, a thin uncut cock protruded through the open hole. I could see though the mirror that Dave was watching. I really had no choice but to open my mouth and allow the cock in.

I opened my mouth and the man pressed forward. I felt Dave's hands on my hip and the head of his huge cock part the folds of my pussy. I was overcome by lust. I opened my mouth and relaxed my throat so the man beyond the wall could better fuck my face.

As Dave's cock split me slowly, taking total possession of my slick, hot need, I looked into the tiny mirror. I saw the video screens. My daughters were being face fucked. I could see the guy who fucked Tammy's face pull his cock out of her mouth about an inch and fire a blast of thick cum onto her face. She opened her mouth and tried to catch as much as she could but several blasts were dripping from her chin.

Dave was all the way inside me, now. It felt like heaven, like I was being fucked by a horse. He started moving in and out, picking up the pace. I could feel the climax building inside me. I felt my hands tightening around the bar. I quickly caught myself and removed my hands. But when I did, Dave quickly pulled out of my cunt. The sudden withdrawal left a sucking void in my sopping snatch. He said, "No. I told you to keep your hands on the bar with your fingers on the buttons. Otherwise, no cock, whore."

Nearly sobbing with need, I acquiesced and returned my hands to the bar, my fingers to the buttons. When I did, Dave's cock returned to the warm wet confines of my excited pussy. As I adjusted to the return of the enormous fuck meat, the man in my mouth began to cum. He forced himself in as far as he could so he could spray his load right down my throat. I was actually a little disappointed: I found myself wanting to taste it, play with it on my tongue, and savor the flavor.

Fortunately, this would be just the first of many loads I'd be drinking today.

Dave increased the pace -- and that familiar, incredible feeling was returning. Only he could make me cum like this. He was pounding me, harder and faster. Each thrust pushed my face against the dirty glory hole. I could see the man on the other side zip up and leave. He was quickly replaced by another horny man looking to dump his load into my thirsty gullet.

I don't know what was happening to me. That large cock in my cunt, another now in my mouth. I could see the girls in the monitor. I watched as they drank one load after another. I could see the locked doors behind them, standing as the only barrier between them and rape. My fingers were the only thing preventing them from having strange men fucking them in their soft tight cunts and their smooth, virgin assholes.

Naturally, I did what any horny cock whore would do. I watched the monitors, heaving with desire, and squeezed the buttons. I saw the doors behind the girls open. In the first booth, I saw the old dirty man step in and close the door behind himself. He pulled out his old cock and began, in one smooth motion, to rape Tammy's slippery freshman cunt.

In the other monitor, I saw the door open as well. The fat furry clerk walked in and closed the door. He smiled up at the monitor as he unzipped his pants and withdrew a long fat cock. He held it out as if to show me what he was going to be violating my baby daughter with. He spit into his hand and then rubbed it onto the length of his shaft. He walked up behind her, slapped her lily white ass and then pushed his cock inside her.

From the second camera angle, I could see Jessie's eyes open wide as the fat man forced himself inside her almost hairless cunt. He grabbed her hips, pumped 3 or 4 times and then his eyes rolled up into his head. The fat fuck was obviously dumping his load of seed into my nine-year-old daughter's fertile womb.

"I bet they both get pregnant", said Dave as he continued to fuck me hard. "Hell, I bet all three of you get knocked up."

The thought should have scared me, but I felt myself begin to cum. Then I watched the fat man pull out his thick cock from my littlest daughter's battered pussy. He looked back up at the camera and then began to piss all over her bare back and hair. After pulling up his pants, he flipped me the finger and then, still looking at the camera, pushed that finger into her asshole. He swished it around a bit, yanked it back out, and then left the booth with the door open for the next guy.

Dave was fucking me hard and fast; I gripped him as the orgasm tore through me. He then pulled out his cock and walked around me. I had a cock in my mouth, already filling it with spunk. Dave just aimed his cock at the side of my face and fired his massive load right onto the side of my head. It blasted off my cheek and hair, landing on the floor in a messy puddle, dripping from my chin and nose.

I looked up to see a man shoving a large dildo into Tammy's ass. Then he rammed his cock into her cunt. She was a mess, her face covered in cum like a bukakke party guest of honor.

The man who was filling my mouth with the 4th delicious load of the night was finished and gone. I was gasping, using this brief reprieve to catch my breath and come down from the toe-curling orgasms Dave just gave me. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. Dave was gone. Behind me was a large door that connected my booth to the booth on our right. From that booth walked a tall muscular black man. He slapped my ass and said, "Damn, what a fine white bitch. I'm gonna be your farmer, 'cause today I'm planting some seed up in that fuck pot of yours."

He unsheathed a giant black cock and slapped my ass with it. He said, "Damn. Bitch, I'm gonna tear your little shitter up!"

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as the large cock pierced my rectum. It hurt like hell, but I was still trembling from the after shocks of the orgasm, so I welcomed the pain. After 20 long strokes, he pulled out and sunk his rod into my cunt. It felt amazing!

As I concentrated on the pleasure in my gash, I saw the light flicker in the booth to our left. Someone new had entered the booth. A smelly cock broke through into my booth and I sucked it. It was foul, but I sucked it like a starving whore. Then I heard the voice. It was that fat fuck from the front counter! He said, "You taste that, bitch? I fucked both of your whore daughters in the cunt and in their ass. You're licking their sloppy cunt-juice and shit off my dick. But I got another little treat for you."

He pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled it back so only the head stuck through. I looked closely at it to see what he was doing.

The only warning I got was the slit at the end opening a milisecond before the hot acrid piss struck my in the eye, nose and mouth. It tasted like, well...piss. My face was soaked in seconds. I had nowhere to move. He laughed and said, "Bitch, you just settle in there 'cause you and those two cunt daughters of yours have a long night ahead of you."

The black man behind me laughed, and unceremoniously pulled his thick cock out of him spasming cunt; before I could react, he slipped the enormous member straight back up my barely-loosened shit-pipe.

I was beaten. Humiliated. Defeated. Whatever reserve of pride and self purpose I might have ever had was gone. As I stood there, bent uncomfortably, sperm and piss dripping from my mouth and a large black cock fucking me hard in my tight asshole, the facade of being in control was finally stripped away...sort of like my clothes.

I loved it. I began to cum again.

I looked up to watch the girls as the next cock entered the hole to fuck my tired mouth. I found myself watching the girls with something that could no longer be considered horror, or anxiety. In fact, I was starting to get excited as I watched one man after another use their thin, lithe bodies. Accepting myself as a dirty slut who is just here for the sexual amusement of others has opened my mind and allowed me to watch my daughters with a new sense of lust.

As I watched, I squinted at the screen. The girls were no longer wimpering from the fucking: both girls seemed to have also accepted their place in the world. Jessie hung, shivering with orgasms; piss ran don her thin and hairless legs as she grunted around the huge cock she was nursing on. Tammy was especially loud; she cried, "Fuck me, mister! Fuck me! Thank you, mister, thank you for your cock, sir, thank you -- I'm so glad my mommy let you fuck me, mister!"

They could see me, just like I could see them! As I was considering the implications of this, the large black man behind me grabbed my hips hard, yanking me closer. His balls slapped under my body and he went ridged. I felt his pulsing cock erupt inside me, sending a river of thick white cum into ass-guts.

The pleasure of all that hot wet cum squirting inside my exposed body sent me spiraling into another orgasm. My knees buckled but the harness held me aloft. The man in my mouth followed suit and filled my mouth with his steamy load of gunk.

As I lay there, hanging from the harness, my body trembling, I heard the black man say, "Damn bitch, yo' ass can't get enough of my big black cock. I'm gonna go make a few calls and get some of my friends over here to taste you and those fine little bitches."

With that, he stepped around to the side of my head, found a dry portion of hair and wiped his dripping cock. Then he slapped his semi-hard cock against the side of my face before putting it away. Another man entered to room to take his place. Then another; some had big cocks, some had small, all of them pounded into me with abandon until cum splashed from my aching, needy cunt.

As the night wore on, Jessie, Tammy and I were filled in every hole well over 50 times apiece. It didn't help us that they made an announcement over in the strip club portion of the establishment that there were three sexy girls next door waiting to be used as free fuck holes.

As David unhooked me from the harnesses, barely able to stand, my thoughts turned to what the disgusting fat man said earlier. We were probably all pregnant. I suppose I could take us to the doctors for that next-day pill, but how would I explain that a mother and her two daughters -- one a freshman in High School, one not even into forth grade -- all need the pill at the same time? Of course, I could offer to blow the doctor. Hell, I could offer to let my daughters blow him.

Yeah, that might work.

David wrapped a blanket around me and led me out to the car. Effortlessly, as if I weighed no more than a child, he helped me inside onto a sheet of plastic that lay on the seat. The girls were both in the back, also wrapped in blankets and also both sitting on plastic. I expected that. What I didn't expect was to see them both smiling at me when I looked back at them. I thought they might feel betrayed. Instead, they smiled and began to kiss each other. They licked dried cum and piss from each other's face.

David said, "You all did very well tonight. I'm not displeased. Another week or so of this and you will be ready for the next level."

Next level?!?! While I was shocked (no, really, I could still be shocked at this point), I was too tired to question it. I needed a bath. No, I needed like 7 consecutive baths. I looked forward to asking my girls to join me.

It was well after 1 am when the women entered the house. David gave each girl a long kiss good night, and pulled away from the house. As I locked up the house for the night, I heard the water running upstairs. The girls had gone up to draw a bath. I took off the remnants of my wet, sticky clothes and tossed them into a pile in the middle of the living room floor with those of my daughters. As I padded across the hallway towards the stairs, I paused at the full length mirror by the closet.

God, I looked sexy.

My hair was wet and matted with cum and dripping with piss. My body had a slick shine to it and my eyes seemed to radiate mischievous excitement rather than the exhaustion I was feeling. Seeing myself like this caused no shame. In fact, I liked it.

I turned from the mirror and went up the stairs, following the sounds of light splashing. As I did, I saw a cum-stain on the carpeted steps. "Hmm. I'll have to get the carpet cleaner out of the garage tomorrow", I thought.

What an odd thing to think as I was going upstairs to wash dried cum and urine from the bare bodies of my freshly-fucked daughters. Wasn't I planning on eating out my own teen's soupy twat, while imagining the feel of by little girl's fingers inside my ass? Maybe I wasn't quite as converted as I earlier though. After all, wouldn't a true slut be more focused on sex right now? Maybe I still had more to learn and experience, just as David suggested.

Maybe my travels had only jut begun.

As I reached the top step and turned down the hall, light glowed from the bathroom. I quickened my step, suddenly re-focused on the event at hand. When I got to the door, I looked in to see a pleasant surprise. Sitting on the rim of the large five-person Jacuzzi was Tammy, her legs spread open and her head tilted back. Her mouth was slightly open and her lower lip trembling. The reason for the trembling was my youngest daughter Jessie kneeling in the tub, her hands on Tammy's thighs and her head buried in Tammy's well-used cunt, licking the remnants of our night from her sister's steaming snatch.

I ascended the steps to the Jacuzzi and climbed in, careful not to splash too much. I glided in the water across to Jessie and gently kissed my baby daugter's shoulder. I moved her long hair to one side and licked her neck in one long slow stroke. Her skin tasted of sex. Dirty sex. Sperm, urine and sweat tasted like fine caviar on her flesh. I bit gently and she shuddered. I sucked on her neck like a high school lover administering a hickey in the last isle of a crowded movie theater. She let out a slight moan into her older sister's ravaged hole.

Tammy and Jessie both climbed down into the hot water. Our bodies were submerged from our abdomens down. Our upper bodies were above water. I took the large sponge and squirted some soap onto it. I handed the sponge to Tammy. I covered another sponge with soap and gave it to Jessie and also got one for myself. I leaned over and began soaping Tammy's large breasts. She moved her long brown hair to the side so I could lather her left shoulder. Tammy began soaping Jessie's tiny chest, making small circles on her hard nipples. For her part, Jessie used the sponge to lather her bare hands, which she moved to me fleshy tits. She took one in each hand and massaged them tenderly. She leaned up and kissed my cheek. I turned my face to meet her lips with mine. Tammy's free hand wend below the water to Jessie's slim, hairless cunt. When a finger slipped in, I could taste Jessie's moan.

For the next hour, we rubbed and washed each other as we kissed. I was a bit concerned that my daughters might feel betrayed by what I allowed to happen to them tonight. But no, they instead only seemed to want more.

We made our way to the bedroom and the girls pushed me back gently onto the bed. Tammy spread my legs apart and lowered her head to my newly shaven cunt; my daughter had been no virgin when the day began, and she was eager to show off. I felt her hot breath on my slit before her fingers spread apart the folds and her tongue slithered inside. For her part, little Jessie began sucking my right tit. It seemed like only yesterday she was nursing from there as a baby. Now she nursed from me in a different way, sucking the lust from my body.

By 4 am, we had each been made the center of the sexual attention, being enjoyed and pleasured by the other two. We had each cum several times and we had each professed that we were happy with the night's events. I told the girls what I planned on doing at the doctor's office the following day in order to get a healthy supply of the morning-after pill and they both gleamed with anticipation.

Then we drew up the large blanket and fell asleep in a pile of arms and legs.

The next day, we awoke around noon. It was Saturday and the doctor's office was only open till 2, so we had to hurry. Reluctantly, the girls got up and got dressed. I told them to both dress provocatively, in the most exposing clothing they could. I dressed conservatively in a formal pants-suit, tying my hair back into a bun and donning a pair of thick glasses. I decided to portray myself as the concerned mother with a pair of out of control, rebellious daughters.

So off we went; we made good time, even stopping for ice-cream.

When we arrived at the office, there was only one man in the lobby. He was a large, burly fellow with hands like baseball mitts. This wasn't a traditional doctor's office, but rather a clinic of sorts -- it was the place I had come to get the huge quantities of Viagra that Mike had needed in order to impregnate me with Jessie in the first place. Sort of a family planning center meets a sexual dysfunction clinic. It was cheap and private and people here didn't ask too many questions.

As I filled out the forms at the counter, my daughters were both teasing the man. He stared at them as they both spread their legs and licked their ice cream, revealing that they were not wearing panties under their skirts. Then the two girls kissed in front of him. I could tell by the growing bulge in his pants that he wanted to see more. Tammy whispered something in her baby sister's ear; the little one giggled and began to try to ease her whole fist up her teen sister's bare, slippery cunt.

As I walked back to the girls, I saw him snap his eyes away so as not to get busted by their mother. I sat next to the girls and started talking to the man. "I'm terribly sorry if my girls are bothering you. They can be such a handful lately."

The man mumbled something about it being fine. As they continued to kiss right next to me, their pussies exposed, I said to the man in a matter-of-fact way, "It's the television and that music they listen to. It's all too sexually charged. Now kids today think it's a badge of honor to be having sex by eight years of age; to be fucking grown men by the time they're ten."

The man sort of nodded as his eyes drifted back to the girls. I continued, "Now, I simply don't know what to do with them. Just last night I found out they were going to some strip club and porno shop just off of River Street. Apparently they go there and, well ... do things to strange men through holes in the booths. It's frankly disgusting."

The man's eyes shot back to me as if he was just now processing the words that were coming from my dirty lips. "What?"

I repeated, "There is some sort of a strip club that's also a porn shop off of River Street on the East Side, it seems. The girls have been going there and doing all manner of things with strange men every night. They call these things gloryholes, I believe. Anyway, I'm concerned. Since I can't seem to stop them from going there every night, I figured I should at least get them on the pill or something. I'm too old to start raising another baby."

The man's jeans had a noticeable tent now. When the receptionist called his name, he stood up and said, "No, um, you know what? I think I'm okay now. I think my E.D. is all cleared up. Tell the doc thanks."

Then he hurried out of the waiting room, but now before stealing one last glance at the girls. Some how I thought we might be seeing him again real soon.

Dr. Jim, as he refers to himself, looked oily. His hair was a tad too long, his nails not well manicured. He smelled of too much aftershave, something from the Aqua Velva Line or perhaps the Old Spice Collection. It was hard too tell because the man was wearing so much of it that my olfactory senses shut down in self defense after 3 minutes.

Dr. Jim was thin and wiry. He wore blue jeans and Nikes under his long white coat. Well, off-white. Maybe closer to eggshell. On his wall were small plaques proclaiming his a graduate of some on-line university. No, seriously, the guy went to med school on the Internet. I wasn't surprised, though. The rumors were that Dr. Jim was a very special kind of doctor. He had his clinic set up here on the outskirts of town because it was close to the main highway that leads into the city. Rumors, being what they are, had Dr. Jim pegged as a doctor who does a lot of work under the table. If a thug gets shot during an attempted robbery or drug deal, they come to good ol' Dr. Jim. Jimbo patches them up without filing any reports with the police which would be standard at any hospital treating a gunshot wound. Best of all, his special clients pay in cash. No taxes.

Dr. Jim ushered us over to some chairs. They were a bit frayed and Tammy's chair sort of tilted to the left, but we didn't complain. He flashed a phony smile and asked what he could do for us today. He made eye contact with me, but when he glanced at the girls, his eyes drifted lower for a second. Good.

"Well, Doctor," I began, I am having some concerns about my daughters. They have been simply uncontrollable lately."

The doctor gave me the concerned look as I explained that the girls were very involved in sex and that I recently caught them at the Knob Gobbler, sucking off older men through gloryholes. I told him that I was concerned about pregnancy. I then said, "You see, Doctor, I am worried because the girls seem addicted to sex. Any older man can get into their pants only by asking. They are like crazed junkies just looking for their next fix. That's why I want them on the pill and why I would like a supply of the morning after pill. I just know they won't stop."

The "doctor" nodded and resisted the urge to fix the growing shortness of space in his trousers. He then said, "Mrs. Hunt, may I speak with the girls alone for a few minutes? Before I can administer any prescriptions, I need to first interview them. I'm just afraid they might not speak as openly with me if you are in the room." I nodded and left the room.

As I started down the hall, I heard the tiny click of a door being locked behind me.

When I was gone, I'm told that the doctor locked the door and turned to the girls. He said, "Is what your mother said true? Are you two obsessed with sex?"

The girls smiled and turned to each other, sharing a kiss as they caressed the other's breasts. Their kiss was cut short by the sound of a zipper lowering. "Excellent, girls. Now why don't you get your skinny little asses over here and suck my dick."

Tammy took the cock in her hands and mouth. Jessie squeezed in from an angle and cupped his balls. The girls passed the hard cock back and forth like dope at a frat party. The man grabbed their heads and pushed their faces together. He groaned and his cock erupted. A blast of hot cum shot Jessie in the mouth, firing straight into her throat. His next blast he angled into Tammy's mouth. After another 3 minor blasts, he shuddered and Tammy licked the last drop from the head of his shaft. He put his cock away and pulled out his prescription pad. He leaned over the phone on the desk and hit a button. "Susan, please send back Mrs. Hunt. I've finished with her daughters."

When we returned from the doctor's office, pills in hand, there were two messages on the machine. The girls settled in, running to their respective rooms while I played the messages. The first was from Mike. The trip was going well. He was settled in and getting ready to go out with a few clients to a bar. He said he missed me and the kids and for a brief moment a pang of guilt swept across me like a soft breeze.

The second message made me forget the guilt. It was David. His deep voice said, "Good morning, my little sluts. I trust you each slept well last night. I will be around tonight at 7 to pick the three of you up. We will be returning to the Knob Gobbler tonight. I want to see how you each act without the aid of restraints or direction. By the way, I have your digital camera. I will return it tonight. Dress appropriately slutty." CLICK.

I had forgotten he asked me for the camera before he had me act as the dog's play thing.

After I deleted the messages, I turned to see the dog sitting there on the kitchen floor, his head bent down, licking his protruding pink cock. It was odd. There was no domineering man telling me how to act or feel, and yet there I was staring at the dog's cock. I listened for the girls, who were upstairs. It was odd that I was suddenly shy about being caught, but somehow I was embarrassed to be about to do this without the excuse that I am being forced ... though "forced" may not be the right word.

I got to my knees and crawled across the floor to the dog. He looked up and made eye contact. The dog burped. Jesus Christ! Are all males the same? I came close and leaned my head into his lap. I stuck out my tongue and licked the pointed tip of his cock. For some reason, the thought of licking his spit from his filthy dog cock just excited me more. Maybe I was the dirty whore I was beginning to suspect I was.

When the girls entered the room, I didn't hear them. I was too busy sucking the dog's cock in long slow strokes. The only sound I heard was a muffled wimper from the dog as he obviously preferred to have me sucking his cock than taking on that responsibility himself. So I didn't hear the girls as they walked in and saw me. Nor did I hear them undress.

The first indication I had that the girls were in the room was when I felt their hands caress my body through my clothes. I glanced back and smiled at them as they began undressing me. For the record, being undressed by others -- especially out of a conservative pantsuit, is not nearly as sexy as it sounds. Instead, there was fumbling and pulling and laughing. Lots of laughing.

When I was finally naked, with the exception of one sock on my left foot, the girls got down on their knees with me. They put their heads next to mine so we could all take turns sucking the dog's cock. The taste wasn't bad. It was a bit tangy and sort of citrus-like. Then little Jessie said, "Mom, I want him to fuck me."

At first I didn't know how to respond. My preteen daughter telling me she wants to be fucked by the family dog was making me both nervous and horny as hell. Horny won out, as usual.

We all stood up and walked into the living room with the dog following us excitedly. Tammy sprawled out on a sofa, playing with her nipples and sliding a hand across her cunt, as I helped Jessie to lay across the ottoman -- and before I could call him, the dog jumped up on her back. His cock stabbed around her ass cheeks, unable to hit the mark. I reached in and took hold of his member and guided it into my youngest daughter's overheating snatch.

The dog lurched forward and grunted as he entered my baby daughter's recently virgin cunt. Jessie's eyes grew like saucers as she felt the full girth of the beast inside her tightness. I backed away and let the dog make my daughter his bitch. From my angle, I could see the ball of the dog's knot swelling. He lunged forward and it sank inside again before growing to it's full size. The dog's motion slowed to a random thrust, reminding me of the final seconds of popcorn in the microwave.

As we watched, Tammy slipped her finger down to her soft pussy, stroking her swollen clit. After our special bath the night before, we were now all well shaven. It provided me with a great view of her middle and ring fingers slipping inside her. She saw me watching and our eyes locked. She pulled out her fingers and licked them. Then she mouthed the words "I love you."

That's when I noticed my own hand was busy rubbing my own cunt.

The dog was finished dumping his slimy watery load of animal spunk in my youngest daughter's pussy. He climbed off her but was now standing ass to ass as his knot kept them tied together. Tammy and I both crawled over to her and began kissing her lips in turn. There was a clapping behind us, coming from the main hall. We all turned in unison to see David. "Well, I was originally irked when you didn't answer the door right away. It's nice to see you were using your time wisely. When the dog pulls out, lick her cunt clean and get dressed. We're going back to the Knob Gobbler. You three were quite the hit last night and we don't want to disappoint your new fans."

David left the room as the girls gathered themselves. Jessie was sweaty and panting like the bitch she now felt like. I helped get the girls dressed while David was busy in my husband's office. When I came in, he was on our computer and had our digital camera plugged into the computer. He turned off the monitor and said, "I just sent your asshole husband some fun pictures of his lonely wife."

My eyes grew and he smiled and continued. "Actually", he said, "I sent him pictures of his slut wife and whore daughters in various acts of sexual misconduct. He'll be home in 11 days and we have a lot of work to do to get ready."

Then as he stood up, I saw him disconnect a portable flash drive from the CPU and slip it into his pants pocket.

He took me and the girls back to the 'Gobbler every night for the next 10 days. We were used at the gloryholes, forced to dance in the strip club, and led around the porn-store on leashes to service the customers while they browsed.

Connie, Richard's adorable young fiancee, arrived a few times to join our fun -- she entertained herself, primarily, by fucking each of us with a strap-on, as did a number of the other dancers at the club. Jessie fell in love with one particular girl, a redheaded teenager named Ellie, who let my eldest daughter lick her dirty asshole whenever one of the client came in it. Tammy, meanwhile, talked the owner into letting her get her nipples and clit pierced, and a tattoo of the words SLUT CUNT above her pussy.

Occasionally, we were put in a small room behind a one-way glass wall where we three sluts pleasured each other along with three or more large, horny dogs. The glass wall went from the ceiling to about 4 feet from the floor. Below the glass were 12 gloryholes so we could suck a little cock and drink some spunk or piss while we played with the dogs. The only time we could see anything beyond the mirrored wall was when camera flashes momentarily lit up the dark room behind the glass. In those brief flashes, it was easy to tell the small room was filled with horny men with cameras and video cameras.

I knew our performance would be all over the Internet by the time we got home.

And that was how we spent the next 10 days. Then the day before Mike returned, David called and said he had very different plans for us for Mike's return. He said, "You whores did very well. I bet I could leave you alone on a street in a busy city and you would each be begging strangers to fill your wholes with cum in minutes. You are finally ready to show your husband what you truly are, Jessica. And maybe we'll see what he truly is, as well."

My husband's flight was due in 6 pm, meaning he would be home around 8. He left his car at the airport, so I didn't have to worry about picking him up. I could concentrate on helping get ready for the evening.

The girls and I were dressed to impress, slipped into the sluttiest lingerie that the Knob Gobbler sold: me in a tight devil-red corset and thigh-high boots, Tammy in crotchless white leather to show off her rings and tattoos, and baby Jessie in a cheerleader uniform without parties.

David arrived at 6 sharp and had a large dark leather bag that was obviously heavy. There was a metal-on-metal rustling when he put the bag down. Then he went back to his truck and returned with something very strange on the back of a dolly. I'll try to explain what it was as best as I can: there was a large iron plate about 24 inches by 24 inches. The plate was a full 3/4 inch thick. In the center was a steel pipe sticking straight up. The pipe was 6 inches in diameter and welded in place. It rose about 4 feet. There were several 3 inch metal rings welded to the pipe along the sides. David reached into the bag and pulled out strings of chains, which he then attached to the rings on the pole.

Over the next hour, five other men showed up -- and Connie. She looked exquisite in a long, sparkling green evening gown than barely concealed her massive strap-on. With a smile, she sat on a leather sofa and allowed my youngest daughter to begin licking at her toes, sparing me not a glance.

I was surprised, as the men arrived, to discover that I actually recognized every face. The first man was that fat fuck from the Knob Gobbler. He leered as he entered the room as he unzipped his pants without saying hello. Tammy dropped to her knees and began sucking his swollen cock. David looked the man in the eye and said, "Not yet."

The man reluctantly withdrew his cock from my slut daughter's hungry mouth. She wimpered at the loss of fuck stick.

The next in the door was Detective John Markinson. He was a local cop who recently made detective when he uncovered a large drug operation being run out of the local middle school. The principal was very helpful and together they took down an operation that the feds have been trying to track down for a year.

The next man in the door was William Tuft, the principal of Jessie's middle school. Yes, the same one that helped with the drug bust. What most people don't know is that there was also an underage porn operation running at the school. Tuft helped bust the drugs but they kept the kiddie porn ring in place. Tuft was at the Knob Gobbler that first night just by coincidence. When he realized he was getting to fuck one of his hottest students for free, he called Detective Markinson. They both stopped by at the porn shop every night during our training. David noticed them and recognized them from the newspaper clipping. He approached them and worked this out.

Next in the door was actually a big surprise. It was Dr. Brandon Hong. He was a doctor at the local hospital. He attended to Tammy when she fell and broke her arm at cheerleader practice last summer. I would later discover that Dr. Hong was a customer of Tuft's kiddie porn company.

Last in the door was Tom Blake, the cranky old buy who owns the kennel at the end of town. That's where we keep Midnight when we go away on vacation. The man was short, burly and had a squint that would put Popeye to shame. He lit a cigar and looked me and the girls up and down before asking, "These the whores?"

David nodded and said, "Yes, now bring in the dogs."

As Tom brought in the dogs, David affixed a large and funky-looking chair to the pole. It was a strange fold-out lawn-chair, almost, that locked into position and was tilted back slightly. It had wrist and ankle restraints. My attention then turned to the dogs being brought in. They were all in large plastic crates that were big enough to hold a full grown adult. I could see one of the dogs was a great dane. Oh fuck, this was going to be a fun night!

David set up several video cameras and a web cam, attacked to a laptop computer that he brought with him. He set us several large lights as well. There was also my digital camera sitting on a tripod. David saw me looking at the cameras and smiled, "Now, don't tell me you sluts are camera shy."

I gasped, "Not at all. I want the whole world to see what cock whores we are."

My daughters, who were now kissing each other on the couch and fighting over Connie's toes, stopped just long enough to agree.

David logged onto his computer and the light above the web cam began blinking red. He looked at his watch and said, "It looks like it's time to invite our other guests. I want everything ready to go when the guest of honor arrives."

The girls stopped kissing, easing Connies' feet back to the leather couch, and crawled across the floor to the large dog cages. They stared with a mix between lust and fear, though probably more lust. Tom stroked his ratty white beard and then said to Jessie, "These dogs are gonna split those pretty little cunts of yours wide open. When they're through, you bitches won't walk for a week."

By the look in her eye, I think Jessie may have has a minor orgasm at those nasty words...and who can blame her, after a promise like that?

That's when Mike's car turned up the driveway. He looked agitated as he saw all the cars in the circular driveway. No -- he looked pissed off. David leaned to my ear and asked, "Hmmm, I wonder if Mikey liked the pictures I e-mailed him of his slut wife and whore daughters at the neighborhood gloryhole?"

The police detective took up position beside the door and Dr. Hong took out a syringe. The doorknob turned and Mike burst through the door with a look of rage. His rage turned to shock when he saw David. Then that shock turned to something else as the cop tackled him and the good doctor injected him. As he looked up at me with a look that was questioning, I blew him a kiss. Then his head dropped to the carpet.

It was almost comical when Michael opened his eyes. His eyes went wide and his face went from pale yellow to crimson red to a sickly white in about 4 seconds.

It could have been any number of things that had him agitated. It could have been that he was jumped as he entered his own home and stuck with a needle. It could be that there were several strange men, one strange woman, and several large dogs in his house. It may have been that his wife and daughters were all but naked, kneeling on the floor, being fucked in front of him by some of those large dogs. It may have been that he was tied to a strange wedge-shaped chair that was narrow in the back and wide in the front, his legs spread and tied to the legs of the chair.

Of course, it may have been that he was naked. I can see how that might freak a person out.

Or it may have been that he had a thick leather strap around his forehead, holding his head up and back against the metal post behind him. It may have been the metal O-ring in his mouth, locking his jaw open wide like at the dentist. No, those things may have bothered him, but what I think really freaked him out were the two dogs standing in front of him, licking gobs of peanut butter from his cock and balls. Well, either that of the fact that our daughter's principal was standing on the chair with his cock slipped inside the O-ring, fucking my husband's mouth.

Yeah, that may have been it.

My husband gagged as the principal forced his cock deep down his throat. I wondered if my husband could taste my recently-fucked asshole on the guy's cock. While we wanted to wait for Mike to wake up before starting the fun, he was out for well over an hour and ... well, guys will be guys.

David's voice seemed to shock Mike out of his nightmare, "Hello Mike. We've been waiting for you. Mike Hunt. Seriously? Your parents named you Mike Hunt? I doubt there is anything I can do to you that is more evil than that, not that I'm not up to the challenge."

David nodded and everyone stepped away from Mike. Mike mumbled something through the O-ring in his mouth, but it came out like what you would image it to sound like if Helen Keller was begging not to be anally raped. Just lots of funny sounds.

The two dogs were still licking his cock which, despite his unpleasant situation, was rock hard. David eyed it and said, "Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself at least. Let me explain the situation to you. You have been a very bad man. You have embezzled over $500 thousand dollars from your company."

Mike's eyes were confused. David continued. "Don't deny it. I have seen the computer files; the fiancee of your predecessor -- Connie here -- will testify to it in court. So unless you want to spend the rest of your life in jail, being the cell block bitch, you will do everything I say. Your wife and daughters are whores. They are mine to do with as I please. You may not ever fuck any of them without my permission. If I send someone to your house to fuck them, you will assist them in any way they demand. If they ask you to prepare their cocks with your mouth to impregnate your teenage daughter, you will suck them hard and jerk them of into her cunt. If they ask you to hold your youngest whore daughter down while 25 men gang rape her, you do as you're told with a smile on your face. If they tell you to lick their cum from your wife's dirty ass, you better get yourself a bib and beg to let them cum in your ass, too. And if you comply, you will not go to jail. On top of that, yo u may have a little fun as well. Do we understand each other?"

Mike looked beaten. His head was down and he nodded slowly. The dog's continued to lick his cock even though there were now only traces of peanut butter left. David said, "Excellent. And to reward you for your acceptance of the inevitable, Jessie will assist the dogs."

Hearing her name, the tiny forth-grader stopped sucking the cock of the large mastiff and slithered over to her father on her hands and knees. She stuck her face between the heads of the two dogs and stretched out her tongue for her father's cock.

Mike looked down and saw a twisted sight. His youngest daughter competed with two dogs to lick and suck his cock, which hadn't been this hard in years. As he watched, he saw his daughter's tongue brush against the those of the dogs. This was the most erotic sight Mike had ever beheld. He tried not to stare, knowing that if he did, he would cum too quickly. He looked up, but what he saw didn't help his cause. On the far side of the room, I was on my back on the foot stool. A Dalmatian was between my legs, fucking me missionary style while two man stood by my head. My neck was bent back, my head hanging upside down. The two men were taking turns fucking my face upside down. It was the cop and the old man who smelled like garbage and feet. Next to me was Tammy: he was on her hands and knees, sucking the nutsack of the man who owns the porn shop while being fucked in the ass by Connie's long strap-on dong. Her face was dripping with dog sperm. The man who owns the dog kennel slid a dog bowl in front of her face and then preceded to piss in it. He said, "Time to feed the bitches."

The look of Mike's eyes told me he was going to be cumming in a minute. I was wrong. He came in 12 seconds.

Mike grunted and thrust his hips as much as his restrains would allow. David walked over and pushed Jessie's face further down on her daddy's cock. She gagged for a second as he began flooding her throat with his hot cum. As it dripped from between her lips, the dogs licked hungrily at the excess. That's when I heard the cuffs unclick. Mike was in a daze and it took him a few seconds to recover and realize he was no longer restrained.

David stood before him and held out a small flash drive. He said, "Mike, right here is everything I have on you. On this flash drive are incriminating documents, financial records -- and, of course, photos of your whore wife and her slut daughters sucking and fucking every cock in town. Right now you have a choice. I want you to crawl across the floor to your bitch wife. So far tonight, 3 men and 4 dogs have dumped their spunk inside her stretched fuck hole. Crawl over there and lick the cum from her twat. Or ... stand up and take this flash drive from me. You can end this by ripping this little stick from my hand. No one else in the room will interfere."

There was a look of concern on everyone's face as Mike glared at David. Would he do it? Would he man up and challenge David for the ownership of this family? No. Mike could not hold David's glare. His eyes shifted away and he sank slowly to his knees. As he crawled across the cum and piss stained floor, I think I saw a glint of satisfaction on Mike's face. Maybe this is what he has been wanting all his life. Maybe he needed to be treated like the bitch he is.

David slipped the flash drive into his pocket and said, "Excellent. I knew you would subject. Let me explain how this will work. Your wife and daughters are mine. They will suck, lick and fuck anyone -- or any thing -- I say. They answer to me. You answer to them. You are their little bitch, just as they are mine."

As David explained, Mike began slurping as my just-fucked cunt. He lapped the dog and human cum with a voracious appetite. For the first time, Mike looked truly happy. Oddly, I was happy for him. I was also happy for myself and my girls. I think we each found our place in the world.

The End