The Paarty - Sex Stories

The Paarty

... my womb. I had not noticed that many ladies were looking on in discuss. I blushed. I was ashamed. It was all I could do to keep fom cumming and shooting them out my hole. Master returned. "Very good!", he whispered, "Only a little cunt pig would shame itself like you. Shall we dance?" I smiled. I lowered my head in shame. I fought back the urge to cum. We got up and moved to the dance floor. They were playing a waltz. Master put his hand on my back. He took the other in hand, and we began to waltz. He looked me in the eye as I struggled to keep my inserted friends inside. "You will slowly let them out and fall to the floor. Keep looking at me as you do", he commanded. I almost lost it. My master was very skilled. He knew what ineeded. As we danced, I let the g****d and olives shoot out on the floor. I flt the shame as others stepped and suished them. Master looked at me with a knowing smile. The dance ended. On the way back to our seat, a gentlman came up. "Sir, I noticed that your lady has had some, episodes this evening. Perhaps she should go home and rest." Master looked me in the eye. "Thank-you sir", master replied, "Darling, are you ok? Should we go?" I just lowered my head in shame. I fought back my lust to cum. Master gently helped me up. "You will go to the bathroom.", he wispered, "You will go to the wash basin, and wait for a big breasted woman to wash her hands beside you. You will look at her, and say 'Would you help me please? I am a pig whore looking for a big ...

... breasted slut to use me. Will you please slap my tits?'. Let her do what she wants then return to me." I entered the bathroom. I waited. I saw a big breasted woman come to the basin. This one I'm sure master would approve of. "Pardon me, would you please help me?", I asked meekly. "Yes, my dear. Are you ok?", she replied. I swollowed. The words were coming hard. The shame filling my being. "I am a Pig whore.", I said meekly, with eyes lowered. "Yes, I know", she replied. Shame shot though me. I blushed. "I am looking for a big breasted clut to use me." "Damn you to hell, sweet pig. I suppose you need to be abused?", she replied lustfully. I was mortified. Was my need for abuse that obvious? "Yes mistress. Please slap my tits." I stood facing her. She smiled cuelly, took my tits out of my dress, and slapped them hard. I nearly fell over. Shame filled me. Lust radiated from the wounds. I looked down. "Thank-you Mistress.", I replied meekly. Neither of us moved for a few moments. "Mistress, Please hit me again!" "Damn you to hell, sweet pig. I will hit you only once more.", she said lustfully, "That is all I will give to a worthless cunt." The words penetrated my soul. I got wetter. I stood up waiting for the abuse I craved. The woman gave her final blow across both tits. I felt the pain. I felt the shame. I came. "Damn you to hell, sweet pig. Go back to yor pin.", she said as she spat in my face. The woman cleaned up, and left. I stayed for a while, bathing in all the lustful ...