Jessie was sick and tired of it. Her twin sister was having all the fun, while Jessie was locked into a no go anywhere, do anything marriage that even failed in fulfilling her sexual gradification on a steady, as needed basis, and Jessie needed sex on a steady basis. Of course, Jazz, as her twin sister Jill was called on stage, could pick and chose whoever she wanted to go to bed with from anyone in the crowd at Pimpo’s Sex Palace, a local strip joint, and no one would say a word about her slutty behavior, but if Jessie dared look crosseyed at another man, her husband, Dave would have an epileptic fit and threaten suicide. She often thought of letting him give it a try, but in the end her love for the man willed out against her better judgement, and she ended up in a frump like she was now sitting dejectedly on her living room couch with her right hand up her dress and down in her panties, while massaging her tits through her house dress with her left hand wondering how long before she retrieved her special dildo from the nightstand next to her bed.

The front door bell rang just as she was getting close to a mini orgasm, startling her out of her fantasy fuck, and sighing, resolved to her fate, got up and went to answer the door. Of all the people in the world that she didn’t want to see at that moment, it was none other than, Jazz.

“Oh great, as if I’m not depressed enough already, I’m treated to a visit by the town slut as well.” Jessie grumbled openly, letting her sister in.

“Is that the thanks that I get for coming over to brighten up your meager life?” Jazz said in passing, her perfume like a heady blanket covered the air around her. “Oh my, do I smell pussy? Have you been diddling yourself again?”

“Not everyone can pick and chose their sex partners daily,” Jessie came back.

“How would you like to try just that for a week?” Jazz said turning to look Jessie in the eyes, “I’m serious. You and I can swap places next week. I’ll be you, and you be me. How’s that sound?”

“For one thing, we’d never get away with it,” Jessie snorted, “I don’t have a ring pierced in my clit, and you don’t have any idea what it’s like to be married.”

“Good,” Jazz said, taking her sister by the arm, and gathering her purse as they headed for the door, “you’ll get your cunt pierced, and waxed, and I’ll frump up some. They’ll never know the difference after a trip to the beauty salon.”

“You’re serious about this!” Jessie laughed for the first time in weeks.

“Yes, I am, but you had better not get me canned strutting your stuff. Never mind, I’ll show you how to do my whole act,” and with that the door closed sharply behind them.

“What the……Jazz?” Dave asked after opening the front door to find his wife’s twin lying on the couch in nothing more than a sheer nitey. The same firm 38D chest, tucked in 22 waist, and flaring tight 34 hips that they shared could hardly be anyone elses, but the honey blonde hair of his wife unlike her sister’s platinum blonde stood out like a sore thumb, as did the little gold ring pierced in the woman’s clit.

“Wrong Dave,” Jessie’s voice said, acting pissed for the moment, “here I go and get all dolled up for a hot night of sex with my husband, even going so far as to look like my slutty twin, and you go and insult me.”

“But your….your hair, and you’re pierced!” He at last struggled out, then knew he’d really screwed up, as he wasn’t supposed to know that Jessie’s sister had her clit pierced.

“Yeah,” she smiled back, her tongue flicking out across her painted lips, “got the idea from Jazz in fact. She says it drives men crazy. Come over here and take a closer look, tell me if you like the taste stud.”

Perplexed, and intrigued both at the same time, Dave remembered one little item his wife had that Jazz didn’t, a tattoo shaped like a little pink heart at the back of her neck, hidden by her long flowing mane that came to the middle of her back. She’d gotten it in angst of a boyfriend when 16, and had never told anyone about it except Dave, not even Jill, or Jazz as she was called these days, knew about it. Moving as if to massage her neck and shoulders he took a quick look, and sure enough it was there. This had to be Jessie, and indeed, it would be great fun to pretend his wife was her slut of a sister tonight, and she did look so fucking hot, and not at all the usual frump at that.

Jessie almost giggled with glee as she saw Dave check for the tattoo on Jazz, and finding it was immediatly satisfied that it was her, and not her sister perpetrating a hoax. Lucky too that he didn’t notice that the tattoo was brand new, still, if Jessie had had to go through the clit piercing, the least Jazz could do was get the small heart properly tattooed behind her neck, and now they truly were once again, identical twins in all respects.

For a moment, as Dave went down between Jazz’s open thighs Jessie experianced a flash of instant jealousy, but she overcame it realizing that as of Friday night, tomorrow in fact, she would be the one to pick and chose any new lover she wanted from a room crowded with men dying to get into her pussy. She could even choose several to take her at a time, and maybe even a black man or two, or three, and she had to put her right hand over her mouth to hide the fit of giggling that took over as her cunt in turn began to itch in fiery sexual heat. Black men were her favorite fantasy fucker’s, always had been, though she’d never had the opportunity at her disposal before, like she did now. She’d heard that the owner of the club where Jazz stripped was as big and black as any craving she could hope for, and wondered in passing if Jazz had ever put out for the man, or perhaps that was what she was talking about when she’d said not to get her canned. Perhaps she was expected to put out for him as part of her job, now wouldn’t that just be something. Jessie had never thought her sister a whore, just a slut who loved sex as much as she did, but this seemed, at least on the surface to prove otherwise, and wouldn’t it be a real kick to be a bonafide whore for a week, while Jazz learned what dull really was, as she watched her husband mount her sister missionary fashion right there in their living room from outside the window.

Look at them, and to think that’s how I wanted to spend my life, Jessie thought, cringing. Well, I’ve got the best of this bargin, that’s for sure, and she turned away heading back to Jazz’s car on the adjacent block where they’d left it. She would spend tonight at Jazz’s pad and get familiar with the place, clean it up some, and then tomorrow, look out Pimpo’s!

Jessie hadn’t driven a block when the car phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Jazz?”

“Yes,” she only hessitated a moment.

“I need you to get your fine white ass in here to work tonight,” said the deep bass voice, “Mary can’t make it, in fact she can’t be found, so you’re it.”

“But I had tonight off,” Jessie whined properly, as she thought Jazz would.

“Listen bitch,” the voice got tougher, and louder, “you get your cunt in here in thirty minutes, or I call out the goon squad to come pick you up! Is that clear?”

“Yes,” she bleated, barely managing to hang up the phone as she stepped on the gas, and nearly cuming in her panties right there. Jessie had always wanted to be dominated by one or more ruthless Nigger types, and it looked like Jazz was living her fantasy for her. True, it was one night earlier than expected, but then Jazz would never know if Jessie didn’t tell her.

Arriving at Pimpo’s back door, she used Jazz’s set of keys to open the employees entrance, and the blast of heavy drums beating to loud music crashed into her as she entered her new secret life.

“I thought you had tonight off,” said the one Jazz called, Spitfire, a dazzling red head with balloon tits, just walking into the changing room naked, as if that were her natural state most of the time, “told ya not to answer your car phone,” she snorted, applying a cloud of powder to her underarms, “Jasmine is out there now, and then Trixie, so you have plenty of time to get ready.”

A quick look at the names taped on the mirrors told Jessie which table was hers, and she immediately set to work on her makeup.

“By the way,” Spitfire added pointing, “your new outfit arrived from the cleaners. Jimmy says you should wear it after the show tonight, he’s got a private party that he wants you to entertain at. Says you’ll make two grand easy. Something about a beauty and the beast fantasy, I think, but that outfit don’t look like anything Disney put on its characters if you ask me, and you ain’t, I know, but a hooker dresses better, Jazz, and why you let him treat you like this is beyond me, but again, it’s your life. Lecture over.”

Jessie had only one bad moment the whole night, and that was when the spotlight first shined in her eyes blinding her, as it put her on display. However once she started Jazz’s act, she never looked back. Just the applause, and all the yelling for, “More flesh baby!” had her pussy juicing from the get go, and she found out that she was a natural exhibitionist too once she exposed her tits to the crowd’s eyes, and of course Jim’s, roaring delight as he greeted her back stage after her last performance, in need of a shower.

“You’re the best babe!” Jim exclaimed, copping a quick feel of her bare, and now well trimed cunt, “and nice and wet too. Perfect for the private party. Go get ready, and as soon as I’m all set we’ll leave.”

Spitfire had been right about one thing, the outfit from the cleaners was as sleazy as any streetlamp brace could ask for. It consisted of a black corset without a bra, but with straps to hold up the black seamed nylon stockings, leaving her magnifiscient tits almost completely on display her nipples poking out under a sheer purple semi long sleeved top that tucked into the shortest black leather mini skirt ever made. She would have to wear the silky white thong panties that went with it, just to cover her snatch from public view, and that more than anything had Jessie’s cunt dripping wet as she looked herself over in her mirror. She looked raunchy to say the least, but more important, no one had as yet suppected that she was just a housewife out on a lark, and not really the slut they expected. Or was she?

“Now that’s the best payed whore in town,” Jim said, leading a tall dark stranger into the dressing room, “and the price is none negotiable Amoud. You know the rules, she’s yours for the whole weekend, but no permanent marks or injuries, otherwise anything else goes.”

It appeared as if the man wanted to argue a bit more, but one glance at Jessie, and the tall, bald black man gave up instantly. Pulling out a wad of cash that would have choked Linda Lovelace, he paid Jim $5,000.00 on the spot, and crooking a finger at Jessie to follow him, turned and walked out the back door. Jessie was officially a whore now, bought and paid for, and the wet spot growing in her panties told exactly what she thought of it.

Outside she was led into a metalic blue limosine with dark windows, and ushered into the back where one incredibly beautiful blond white guy around twenty years old, built like an olympic runner, was down on his knees trying to suck off three black dicks, while giving a pure white German Shepard a hand job at the same time another black man shanked him up the ass. Jessie was in complete shock, and just barely managed to take a seat before the limosine took off down the alley.

“Okay Jazz,” Amoud instructed, “get those panties off, and start sucking the dog’s cock. You’re here for him, and his name is Suede, the guys just want to watch a real bitch like you in action. Sissy will take care of them. You just fuck and suck the dogs all weekend, thats what you’re getting paid for.”

She wasnted to scream in outrage at the very suggestion that she should do such a thing, and with a dog? Were these people crazy? What happened to the legend of black men being real studs around white women, and since when did her sister start whoring for fucking animals? One look at Amoud though, and Jessie knew she had no choice. She’d been bought and paid for, and if she hesitated in getting her panties off any longer she would be in a world of hurt. Resolved to her fate, Jessie pulled up her leather skirt, and pulled down her panties in front of everyone in the back of the limo. The German Shepherd, getting a wiff of her fragrant snatch suddenly became interested in her and was soon scurrying between her open thighs tongue first.

Without warning the dog’s tongue ran up the length of Jessie’s slit, stoking the fire already there into a blazing inferno of sexual heat, and Jessie trembled in pure delight. She had no idea dogs could be so talented in the art of cunnilingus. She suddenly realized that she was the center of attention back there, and that turned her on even more, so she hunched her hips up at the dog’s tongue as if fucking it, but then that’s what she was doing, and that made her giggle like a teenager.

It didn’t take long for Suede to bring Jessie to her first mind blowing orgasm of the weekend, and he didn’t want to stop there. However Amoud had other ideas than just letting the dogs eat pussy all weekend long.

“Get into a 69 with the dog bitch,” Amoud commanded, “what’s good for the goose, eh babe!”

This time Jessie didn’t hesitate, not sure whether that was because of fear for her life, or that she was still in an orgasmic trance. In seconds though she was inverted under the Suede, and looking straight up and close at her first doggy erection. It was the most gruesomely hidious piece of raw skinned meat she’d ever seen in her life, but it held a facination that no other could yet match either. It was bigger than her husbands prick and was still growing, and the thought of that monstrocity pounding away at her human twat without mercy made her nipples hard, and her pussy sweaty. The smell of dog permeated the air under there, even though he’d obviously been given a bath recently, and she couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch the throbbing offensive canine penis with her right hand.

It was so extremely smooth, like freshly lotioned young skin, and Suede gave a quick growl for her to be careful down there, so it had to be very sensitive to any touch. Curious now, Jessie stuck out her tongue as she angled the cock down at her face, and several drops of precum assaulted her taste buds instantly reminding her of just how perverted an act she was about to perform in the back of a rolling limo. Slighty gamey, but no worse than a man on a bad diet, in fact it tasted like sin itself, and she parted her painted lips, guiding the dog’s cock into her mouth, along her tongue until it hit the back of her throat.

“Shit! Would you look at that whore go!” Cried out the black man fucking the white sissy in the ass, and then laughing added; “Damn! That’s one nasty dog cock sucking bitch you have there Amoud!”

“Only the very best for my precious pups,” Amoud agreed, patting Suede on the head as he licked furiously at Jessie’s splayed open cunt, “fed the boys movie star pussy once when we were in Hollywood. A real high class bitch in heat she was too. Took on the whole kennel in one night after taking a little Extasy, and got back to the set in time for her first take at the beach the next morning. Of course that was before she married that rock singer and made those tapes you see all over the web. She still had her big tits back then too.”

“I’d like to see the tape of that,” the black getting his dick sucked by the sissy said.

“I dare not, I promised not to show it to anyone for 25 years,” Amoud replied seriously, ”

“or she will never do it again when I’m in town.”

“You mean she’s done your dogs more than once?”

“Perhaps I’ve said to much already,” Amoud laughed menacingly, ending the discussion.

Jessie heard it all, and was suddenly both proud and honored to be where she was, after all, if a super star like that from the hit TV show BabeWatch could do this, a woman who made millions just on her looks alone, why not Jessie? If the others noticed that her enthusiasm for dog cock had perked up, they didn’t mention it, as suddenly the handsome white sissy was being hosed down fore and aft, and in between by black spurting pricks. Jessie herself was too busy to care as Suede emptied his stringy load straight down her throat right then, as she came violently from the animal’s tonguing. An expert cocksucker since 16 Jessie had very little trouble swallowing the steady stream of slime inundating her mouth and throat at the angle she was in, and only a few drops escaped coating her lush lipstick covered lips, which a swipe of her tongue took care of in a flash. Moments later Jessie was sipping champagne as if a princess on her way to the ball, and that wasn’t far from the truth if you looked at it from a different perspective.

The asphalt road passing by had no lights or other traffic on it, and Jessie had no idea which way they had gone from Pimpo’s, being down on the floor most of the way, nor where they were now, or where they were going for that matter. She started seeing white corral fencing though as the asphalt turned to dirt covered gravel, and figured they had to be out in the country somewhere now, when a large mansion suddenly loomed ahead of them all lit up, with cars parked all over the well trimmed vast landscape surrounding the place. The money that the limo hinted at in the city was lavishly spent here at home, wherever here was. Before she could ask anything though as the limo slowed to a stop, Amoud put a solid gold dog collar studded with gems around her neck, with a long gold chain attached to it.

“Say anything about our arrangement without my permission while you’re here,” Amoud instructed under his breath so the others wouldn’t hear, “and you will live to regret it. Be a nice little dog whore bitch, and I’ll let you keep the collar as a bonus. Agreed?”

Amoud waited for her nod, then smiled evenly, almost friendly in fact, then led her from the car, and in through the front door along with Suede who sported a similar collar and leash. Jessie wondered in passing if the dog’s collar was padded like her’s was as they entered the mansion where a full blown party of well integrated beautiful people type guests was already in progress.

“The rules are simple,” Amoud continued once inside waving to several guests and smiling to everyone, “you wear the collar and leash at all times, and you will be treated as my personal property while here, if I say do, you do, no matter what, where, or when. Everyone here including my dogs knows what the collar you’re wearing means. If one of my pets wants some ass, they will know to come up to only you, and simply lick at your crotch, bare or otherwise, and you will immediately comply by either letting them fuck you, or sucking their cocks no matter who else is around you at the time. Otherwise you are a guest of mine just like the others. Understood?”

He was right, the instructions were simple, even if they were demeaning, and degrading to her, but Jessie nodded, gulping down what little off the self pride she had left after the ride here in the limosine, and took the first drink that passed by on a tray. She didn’t feel completely out of place, there were several women there in sheer or see through apparrel like the blouse she wore that did nothing to hide her tits, and if she even bent slightly at the waist she knew she’d be exposed down there as well since she’d left her panties in the limosine. She was helpless, exposed, and felt as if everyone there was starring at her as if she had a disease, and with the exhibitionist in her turned up to overdrive that wasn’t far from being true.

Jessie had a real case of the itching slutties being led around on a leash like she was, and walking next to her last lover, who was also on a leash, as Amoud introduced her around as Jazz everywhere he went. Still, she had it better than the sissy from the limo, and several men and women in the room in the same situation. They were perpetually down on their hands and knees taking on everyone, and anyone who took a fancy to them. She’d already passed one stunning lady with an hourglass figure with large boobs, and ring pierced nipples and clitty who was drapped across a pool table getting shagged by no less than three different cocks at the same time, while the guy who brought her, yawned as he talked to someone else nearby, totally disinterested as his escort acted like a complete pig, even grunting around the cock in her mouth occasionally. Yet none of them had the kind of collar she and Suede shared in common, making her prestige rise or fall by comparison.

Then as it turned out, while she was being introduced to a Dutchess no less, Jessie felt a hot wet tongue glide up along the crack of her ass. A glance at Amoud told her he’d seen what had just happened, so Jessie had no choice but to get down on all fours immediately right there in front of royalty, and anyone else who cared to look, her face turning beet red as she did. Strangely, as she felt the sudden fur covered weight mount her, the Dutchess patted her head consolingly, and continued on with her conversation as if Jessie was no longer there. A quick look back over her shoulder told her why the weight seemed so heavy. A fully grown Saint Bernard was attached to her hind quarters, and lying snuggled up on her back not Suede. Its front paws wrapped around her waist held her from moving away as she felt the dog’s barbed prick slice into her simmering folds.

Jessie felt the heated rush surge through her flesh as the rest of that long thick canine cock charged right up into her all the way, and it was still growing inside of her. Oh shit! She thought. The damned knot is plugged into my cunt hole! Several people took an interest in the interspecies fornication now, and a small crowd began to gather commenting on the dog’s carisma, and staying power, as if Jessie weren’t even involved, almost ignoring her completely. It might have upset her if she wasn’t halfway drugged with orgasmic pleasure the likes of which she’d never known before. The animal on her back hammering a blinding cadence with the biggest damn cock Jessie had ever taken in her pussy, and she wondered if she would ever stop cumming so fucking hard! A picture forming in her mind as she remembered the woman on the pool table, and how much more of a pig she must now look like getting fucked by a dog in the middle of a banquet room full of people as if this happened every day.

“Good boy Bhernard,” Amoud said, patting the Saint Bernard on the head, even taking time to scratch him behind the ears as the dog fucked Jessie senseless before continuing his discussion with the Dutchess.

It was like living in a dream, or a nightmare, Jessie thought, depending on your opinion. She could hardly believe the way the people at the party took little or no notice, nor cared of the fact that a woman was being fucked by an animal, a pet dog of the household, and cuming like some Tiajuana donkey skank right there amongst them, these beautiful people acted as if it were no big deal. That in and of itself brought Jessie more humiliation than anything they could have said. For in this way they were saying that she was a non-person, a thing simply to be used, and therefore not worthy of even their slightest attention.

The cock stretching out her pussy like no other ever had was tearing her mind, as well as her body using her as if she truly were nothing more than some bitch in heat. Jessie had started cuming the moment the dog’s cock entered her in front of the Dutchess, and she hadn’t stopped cuming since, and Bhernard was just savage the way his knoted cock ravaged her insides. If she wasn’t ripped wide open, she sure would never be the same tight little pussied bitch ever again, and she was flushed with excitement at being treated in such a degrading fasion by the dogs, the people at the party, and her own selfabuse. Jessie was already so mind numb that it was several moments before she realized that the big dog mounted on her was dumping his incredibly hot sperm directly into her womb at an incredible rate, swamping her cunt and leaking out around their vile connection to pool between her knees.

“Who’s the pig?” A tall handsom bald negro with a goatee wearing a blue suit casually asked, nodding her way as he joined Amoud and the Dutchess. His right hand taking a quick feel of royal well toned ass playfully as he kissed the Dutchess’ cheeks Hollywood style.

“Just Jazz,” Amoud replied, as though eveyone there should have obviously known.

It was the last straw heaped upon a myriad of other little cutting nasties, and it broke the last single barrier Jessie had of her own self pride. She began to sob in self pityed shame, as she came for humiliation’s sake, a beaten trollop, a cheating wife, out on a lark getting just what she deserved, a great big dog cock. Jessie had no idea how long she and the St. Bernard were tied together, but no sooner did he pull out and hop off of her, than Suede jumped up on her back and took a turn at her. The only thing was, with Suede’s aim, she now had an ass full of dog cock, instead of a pussy full. Not that anyone but her gave a damn, but she’d never been fucked in the ass before, and here it was the prick of a mutt that was taking her ass cherry, while her last lover’s sperm ran out of her warped vagina like a river at the same time.

It hurt like hell at first, but it was also so thoroughly weird getting fucked in the ass for the first time, that Jessie simply just whimpered to herself as she tried to stay up on her weakening hands and knees. She was nearly exhausted already, and the party was just getting into full swing around her.

Time being relative, a dazed Jessie soon found herself once again up right and on her feet without remembering when Suede had finished fucking an enema of sperm up her butt, or recollecting how long she’d been down on her hands and knees in the first place. Just happy to be once again amongst those talking, and not panting as she made her way to the restroom to clean up a bit.

Opening the bathroom door and quickly closing it behind her once inside she found herself starring open mouthed at the big titted ring pierced nipple knock out babe squatting over the man laying on the floor face up who had earlier been yawning while she fucked three men simultaniously at the pool table. The yawn now replaced by a great big shit eating grin. Literally. As the woman was shitting right into the man’s wide open mouth. Jessie wanted to gag, or at least run away and hide, but she did neither, instead she just stared and came without being touched standing there propped up against the bathroom door.

“Oh, it’s just you,” the woman said looking up, then returned to grunting again letting another long turd escape from her shit hole to plop right across the guy’s face. The man under her chomping at the shit already in his mouth as if it were a gourmand taste treat didn’t pay Jessie the slightest bit of attention. “That’s a good boy, eat mommy’s shit all up Teddy, and when we get home I’ll let daddy piss in your mouth to rinse it all down with.”

It wasn’t until that moment that Jessie realized that the woman was much older than the man, by at least 16 years or so, she was that youthful looking. To think that these two were actully mother and son was just too much, and Jessie’s knees gave out just before she fainted in the throws of another orgasm, her most powerful yet.

She couldn’t have fainted for too long, because when she awoke the mother and son were just getting ready to leave the bathroom, both with wicked just kicked the cat smiles plastered on their faces as they passed her. Jessie barely was aware of the stentch in the room as she did her own oblations, but was glad to hear the ceiling fan going full force while she did, and only managing to just leave the bathroom in time to run into Amoud on the other side of the door.

“Ah, there you are,” he said cheerfully, and taking her leash in hand, “I think it’s time you met the rest of the family, don’t you.”

Jessie was led through the middle of the party by her leash like some stray, and then out to the garden, and beyond, at last arriving at the kennel area. It was unlike any kennel she’d ever heard of, and in fact used to be the guest house before Amoud bought the place, and kept his family of pets out there. Remodled to look like a giant dog house, it was sectional inside, and warm and cozy, with an arena area right in the middle, with a balcony over looking the whole place. In the middle of the arena was what at first glance looked like an Lazy-Boy chair, the kind that you could lay back in with your feet propped up, but it was much more insidious, and practical than that. Much lower to the ground, and with stirrups like those in a hospital to place a woman’s feet wide apart and up to expose her genitaila instead of the foot rest for fucking face to face with a four legged species, or more precisely, canines.

Jessie could feel the wetness weeping from her pussy and down along her inner thighs with every step she took closer to that chair, and it wasn’t all from the last cock to violate her cunt either. No, she was turned on now by the upcoming events in which she would be the central character, or in this case, doggy whore. A statuesque woman with raven black hair dressed quite elquently under a white lab coat guided her into the chair, making her as comfortable as if she were in her own front room chair, then eased her chair back, and helped Jessie place her feet in the support stirrups before binding them there with velcro straps so that her feet wouldn’t become accidentally dislodged by the insuing action. Then a voice that could have made a mint doing phone sex it was so sultry came from the raven hair beauty.

“Just relax, and let the dogs do all of the work. My name is Marie, and I’ll be your assistant tonight. If I think an animal is getting too rough, I’ll settle him down, at least enough so that he doesn’t hurt you accidentally. Most of the boys here are real gentlemen though so it shouldn’t be a problem, and they’ve done this many more times than you could ever believe, including with a movie star, and I’ve even tried this myself, so don’t let the guilt build up too much. Okay? They’re just cocks with four legs instead of two.”

As the woman spoke the upper balcony began to fill with spectators from the party laughing congenially as they either looked down or at the TV monitors nearby hooked into the roving cameras that were suddenly surrounding the chair. Four in all, the cameras would be able to see everything and tape it for posterity. She hadn’t expected that, but she could always point to Jazz and say that it was her sister, and not Jessie who had made the obscene spectical of herself by fucking dogs no less for fun and profit. Then the house lights dimmed, as the show got underway. She could still hear the crowds above her gathering as more partygoers came to enjoy her humiliating behavior.

For a moment Jessie thought they were leading in a small horse, before the all black Great Dane came fully into the light. Didn’t Amoud have any small dogs? She had to admit, for a dog, the pure bred Great Dane was a handsome rogue, and every bit as tame as Marie had hinted, timidly following the raven beauty’s instructions, Sir Edmond, Marie called him, dived right between Jessie’s widely spread thighs tongue first, and began to eat pussy as if the sole reason for his existance and breeding was to be a gourmand human pussy eater. Soft slippery, and slightly course, the dog’s tongue lapped away at Jessie’s wetness, then delved inside, and that’s when Jessie skyrocketed to her next orgasm right there in front of everybody and the cameras. The dane’s tongue was so long and adept that she could have sworn he was tickling her liver from the inside That tongue of his literally fucking her cunt at the same time as it licked along the inner wall linings of her fuck chanel as though giving her a pap smear in reverse, and certainly tasting every inch of her down there, and each in out stroke slapping against her enlarged clitty.

Jessie came again, and then again as presise as clockwork, each orgasm more powerful than the last rocking her body, and making sweat pop out all over her like an oily sheen, and all within the first 15 minutes of Sir Edmond’s attentions. Jessie was barely cognizant when the great beast moved up over her to mount her, only the whirring of electric motors bringing out her curiosity as her ass was rasied slightly made her aware of what was about to take place. Completely surprised to be face to face with the Great Dane, brought her out of her stupor just in time to feel the animal’s pointed cock split right between her lower lips as it rushed right up into Jessie’s twat as if it belonged there.

The St. Bernard had been the biggest cock in her life before tonight, and she had thought he would rupture her, but now here she was with an even bigger dick stretching out her snatch, this time missionary style, and Jessie wasn’t sure if this dog wasn’t part horse after all. The tip of Sir Edmond’s cock was banging against her cervix with fully eleven inches of dog dick shoved up her cooze now, and a knot the size of a grapefruit all conspiring to bulge out her lower belly as if she were three months pregnant as he rapidly fucked his human bitch. It took place as an almost out of body experiance for Jessie. She could actually see herself from the perspective of the amassing audience above, barely dressed like a craven slut, legs up in the air whore perfect, her hips rising and falling tramp like of their own accord to the meat beat of every thrust of her lover, an animal, a mere dog as she came and came, again and again like some automaton trollop bitch whose fine tuning is out of wack. Jessie knew that she was building up to a cresendo of volcanic proportions when suddenly liquid fire inundated every centimeter of her fuck hole.

“IIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!! Heeeeee’s cummmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggggg!!!!!! Cummmmmiiiiiinnnnggggg!”

Jessie heard the laughter coming from above, knew how humiliating she looked right then too, but she didn’t give a damn. Nothing in her life had ever prepared her for this kind of sexual hurricane ride, and right then, she didn’t care if her sister ever came out of retirement. Hell, Jazz can keep Dave, just give me dog cock, she thought, day in, and night time too, she’d fuck every mutt in america for this kind of orgasm… Her daze was only interrupted by the plopping gushy noise of Sir Edmond’s prick as it pulled out of her as he dismounted, and a large furry Russion Wolfhound moved in to lap at the falls evacuating her well stretched cunt in prelude to his also mounting Jessie. Instinctively Jessie knew that she was going to be pulling a train of many different dogs as she layed there moppish, and ragged out, yet ready for the next dog dick in line.

“This is Bear,” Marie introduced, as if Jessie cared anymore, “since he isn’t as big as Sir Edmond, I’m going to let him fuck you in the ass to give your vagina time to tighten back up a little.”

Again the whirring of electric motors as Bear moved up over Jessie, but this time Marie moved in and placed the dog’s cock at Jessie’s spincter, and in one lunge from Bear, Jessie’s asshole was stretched tight around the next dog dick in line to fuck her like the paid dog fucking whore she knew she had become. Strangely, this time getting it in the ass didn’t cause nearly as much pain as that first time in the middle of the party. Whether it was because she was already stretched out back there, or that Bear was indeed smaller than Suade, Jessie had no idea, she only knew that she was being driven to even taller heights by this latest indecent act of hers, and she wallowed in the filth of beastial sex as if born for the moment, cuming again quickly as the knot in Bear’s cock grew inside of her butt locking them blissfully, inhumanly together as she’d never dreamed before in her life.

Jessie remembered the comment by the black man who had fondled the Duchess’s behind, and in a moment of clarity Jessie had to admit that she’d truely turned into a nasty pig of a slut by all of society’s standards now, and reveled in the excitement of being such a crude and disgusting bitch whore as to be swapping spit as she and Bear French kissed while fucking.

“Oh yes,” Jessie gargled Bear’s tongue, cuming as her ass was filled with his hot spicy dog jism, “I’m such a fucking pig, and I love it! I fucking love it! Fuck me doggy! Fuck me!”

Bear shuddered over her as he came giving her a canine enema, his knot quickly shrinking though he soon dismounted, and a Bull Mastiff’s tongue shot straight up her hinny sizzling every electrode in her body before jumping up between Jessie’s liquidy thighs for his turn at her human pussy. By now though Jessie was getting used to the parade dog pricks traipsing through her legs so Marie changed the game a bit bringing Jessie’s head down, so that Jessie’s mouth was now even with the underbelly of a beautiful Doberman Pincer. The woman looking her right in the eyes as she crooned.

“Go ahead, suck his penis you’ll love having the taste of dog cock on your breath while another one shoots in your vagina.”

Jessie didn’t give it another thought after that, just reached for the growing red missle in front of her face and pulled it into her mouth so that she could keep the knot from going in too. The sounds of the gallery changing distinctly when she did that from mere laughter to that of people fucking each other. Marie was right, of course, having a hard throbbing dog cock pumping her pussy as she sucked on another dog was as foul and inhuman an act to turn the stomach, or raise a clit to itchy bursting as Jessie’s mind could ever comprehend, and she revelled in her own piggish behavior, almost proud of this new high in lows she was being put through as she whored for two dogs at a time now.

From her new position though Jessie could easily see the TV monitor nearby, and her eyes bugged out as she watched herself like everyone else was in the room. There was her sister Jazz on TV, only it wasn’t Jazz at all, as Jessie well knew, it was herself all dressed up like a street corner slut with her lips stretched tightly around the cock of one dog, as another dog’s large knoted prick pounded into her soaking wet, well warped out pussy in the classic legs in the air whoring missionary position. Jessie couldn’t remember how much she was being paid to fuck all these dogs, but she was ready to volunteer her services for life if these kind of orgasms were the side benefits of becoming a dog whore. Already she had cum an untold amount times since arriving at Amoud’s, and now with two dog pricks fucking her at the same time she was on an endless roller coaster ride of euphoric climaxes. Before tonight Jessie hadn’t even been aware that she was multiorgasmic, rarely even cuming once to Dave’s five, six, or seven fucks a month. Dave hardly if ever ate her out as he readily had Jazz tonight in her stead, but these dogs never blinked twice just dove in tongue first as if Jessie was a juicey prime rib that they just had to devour.

Another load of dog jism, hotter than any man’s, once again flooded Jessie’s abused snatch, and she went into another high test orgasm just in time to get a mouth full from the Doberman. The taste, not unlike her husband’s cum only thinner, hotter, and so much more of it to guzzle down as she swallowed rapidly just to keep up with the flow.

“That’s a girl,” Marie coached, “don’t fight it, just drink it straight down.”

It was obvious by now that the woman assisting Jessie was well turned on with her skirt bunched up around her waist as she fingered her own smoothly shaven pussy nearby while overseeing the bestial gang bang of Jessie. And what a nice pussy it was, Jessie thought in passing, as she gulped down a quart of canine cream fresh from the spicket, only losing a little at the end as the Doberman jumped away spraying her face with the dregs as he did. Marie came on her own fingers then, just managing to get herself under control again as the Bull Mastiff pulled out from between Jessie’s wide split thighs to assist the next two dogs.

As Jessie waited for her next two lovers she saw the TV monitor pull in for a close up of her wet crotch. She could hardly believe it, but she was actually looking inside of her well stretched out fuck hole, overflowing with animal sperm, it looked just like Crater Lake in there, the very place she and Dave had spent their honeymoon years ago. The thin inner lips raw and gaping wide open looked more like a snake hole in the mud than anything else now, and Jessie could barely believe that was her crotch staring her in the face on screen. That pussy on the TV monitor could only belong to a hard working whore alright. One who had to be fucking every mule dicked nigger in town by the looks of it, and Jessie giggled like a school girl to think what her Dave would have said if he could only see her displayed as Jessie was now. After all, he had so much respect for the way Jazz led her own life as a free spirit, yet he was more than a little possesively jealous when it came to her twin, his wife Jessie. She had to wonder what he’d think of her now as Bhernard, and Suede were led over to her again.

This time Suede actually fucked Jessie’s pussy as she blew Bhernard’s gigantic prick, making Suede the first mutt in the place to have each and every one of her holes for the night. The only difference taking on Suede this time was that Jessie was glad to have him in her instead of being humiliated as she had been the last two times he’d had her. She at last felt like a true bitch whore for these dogs of Amoud now, and didn’t give a rat’s ass what the peanut gallery thought of her anymore, or whether she was getting paid for this or not. Jessie had wanted some real action in her sex life for some time, and now that she’d tasted real action she had no intention of giving it up.

Maybe Jessie hadn’t exactly been crying out to be turned into a whore for dogs, but now that she was one, she was extremely happy for the twist that fate had delt her when switching places with her sister this night. Poor Jazz had probably already worn her wimpy Dave out with that educated pussy of hers, and was lying in Jessie’s bed bored to tears as Jessie often was, or worse, frustrated beyond the capacity to go to sleep was using Jessie’s big black dildo from the night stand to ease the tension between her legs.

By the time Bhernard and Suede used Jessie’s flesh as their cum dump, Amoud called for an intermission so that Jessie could clean up and change clothes, and the cameras could be reloaded with fresh video tapes. Marie helped Jessie out of the chair, and over to a secluded room where a warm fresh bubble bath awaited, and a change of fresh atire for the next sequence of taping.

“How’d I do?” Jessie asked, once she was settled in the lavish hot tub.

“I think you could start a new carreer after tonight,” Marie chided, getting undressed herself, and joining Jessie in the tub.

“In porno or whoring?” Jessie inquired, then smiled as the woman cupped her left breast with her right hand.

“You’re already a whore,” Marie said, but not unkindly, “a slut by any other name……,” the woman shrugged, and she finished the line stolen from Shakespear by bending down to take Jessie’s right nipple into her mouth, while at the same time reaching down to fondle Jessie’s raw slit.

“Oooooooooooo, yesssssssss, that’s sooooooo nice,” Jessie cooed under the woman’s manipulations, “I’ve never had sex with a woman before, but I can sure see the advantages now,” and she reached out to recipricate with both hands and lips.

“We’ll have to hurry,” Marie said pulling away from Jessie’s right nipple for a moment, “they expect you back for part two in an hour.”

“What’s next on the agenda?” Jessie inquired.

“I’m afraid it’s dogs, and more dogs tonight, but tomorrow you’ll be working the stables,” Marie replied.

“Horses?!” Jessie asked stunned at this latest piece of news.

“Worse,” Marie answered, kissing her way down, “goats, and donkey’s. But don’t worry, they’re all gentlemen. I know, I’ve fucked them all myself, and still do every chance I get.”

“If you’re fucking all of Amoud’s pets, then what did he hire me for?”

“Please, don’t be mad,” Marie said then, “but when Jazz told Amoud that she had a twin sister that was a real nurse……”

“You mean everyone knows who I am here?” Jessie interrupted, as the light dawned on the fact that she had been snookered.

“No, just me, Amoud, Jazz, and her boss where she works knows who you really are. Your sister thought you might like to hire on for Amoud after tonight if you saw the benefits. She told us you were just an accidental slut waiting to be turned into the perfect whore.”

“Hire on as what? Lady the tramp?”

“No, as nurse to his veternarian to look after his family of pets,” Marie said pulling away so that they were just touching breast to breast now, “he’ll pay you like no doctor or hospital ever could, even set up a vast 401K for your retirement, and you already know about the fringe benefits. You can stay married, or move out here with me if you like.”

“You’re the Vet.?” Jessie gasped in realization, as Marie smiled her reply.

“I thought maybe we could work as a great team. We have six great Africn American students here that help with all of the bull work, and cleaning up. And if you’re into interracial sex as much as your sister implied……….”

The week had flown by in no time before Jessie reentered her home where Jazz was waiting sitting, as she use too, on the big sofa watching a porn tape on TV dressed only in Jessie’s white cotton robe her legs spread wide apart as she fucked herself with Jessie’s big black dildo. Jessie had entered quietly just in case Dave was still home, or had called off sick from work, so Jazz had no idea that she was there. On second thought Jessie realized how right she had been by sneaking into her own home. Her twin looked absolutely delicious sitting there spread out on the couch playing with herself like that. A week ago Jessie might have launched into a fit, or even merely looked away as modesty dictated she should now. However a lot had changed for Jessie in the last week. She’d fucked a kennel’s worth of dogs many times over, not to mention taking on every goat, burro, or donkey in Amoud’s stable, and of course she and Marie had become quite the odd lesbian couple in the mean time. Which was probably why Jessie was so fixated on her sister’s gorgous pussy right now. It would have never occured to Jessie before this last week to instigate an incestuous relationship with Jazz/Jill, but now watching that big black rubber dildo going in and out of the cunt that looked just exactly like Jessie’s own gave her a new itch to scratch. Jessie had finally fulfilled her life long fantasy of getting boned by a real black cock, several in fact, and seeing that fake black prick up Jazz’s cunt had to be like looking in a mirror at her own pussy filled with an ebony wand, and it made her salivate with unbridled lust.

“That thing has two heads you know,” Jessie said, startling her sister, but not enough to make her quit thrusting the thing in and out of herself.

“Well, if it isn’t the lost lamb. Come to reclaim paradise?” Jazz asked sarcastically, with a sweep of her other hand to encompass the house.

“You could say that,” Jessie answered as she started to get undressed in front of her sister, something she hadn’t done since they were in grade school.

Jazz did a double take as she spotted the undeniable lust of erect nipples pointing at her. This wasn’t the sister who had left a week ago, this was a raving slut of the basest nature, and Jazz was the obvious target for her own sister’s recently acquired other worldly tastes. If Jazz was offended by this new taste of her sister’s she sure didn’t show it.

“Ah, I see you’ve met the good doctor,” and Jazz brazenly opened herself more for Jessie’s feasting eyes, “care for a little snack first sis? I think some of Dave’s last load might still be up there if you’re interested.”

“Sounds yummy to me,” Jessie said slipping to her knees as nude as the day they were both born.

Jessie eased the two headed black dildo out of her sister’s pussy then bent to taste Jazz for the very first time the way Marie had shown her. If anything, sister pussy was even better tasting, if that were possible, than strange pussy on the side, and Jessie quickly bent to the task of bringing Jazz off orally.

“Oooooooohhhhhh……yessssssssss! Eat me! Eat your sister’s pussy, you dog fucking whore!” Jazz moaned, managing to spread herself even wider for Jessie’s talented tongue. “I’ll bet you were a big hit with all of Amoud’s mutts, weren’t you?” And when Jessie nodded in the affirmative, giving Jazz the go ahead to talk dirty. “Yeah, and I’ll bet you put on quite a show for his guests, dropping down on all four at the first sign of hard canine dick, or the gentle lick up your crotch from some nosey dog’s tongue too. Made a real pig out of yourself, and got paid for it to boot, didn’t you? Ooooooohhhhhh, yeah, like that, sooooo gooooooood sis…….uhn, oh yeah, that’s it, lick my asshole too you nasty bitch. Stick your tongue right in there and taste my shit why don’t ya. Did you do that with his dogs? Did you sniff their assholes like a real bitch does, lick them?” Jessie nodded again. “Oooooooooooo fuck! What a pig! What a disgusting low life you’ve become Jessie. I love it, because that makes us even more alike than ever before.”

Jessie listened to her sister ramble, loving the humiliation inflicted on her by Jazz almost as much as she had at the party. Her pussy sweltering with lust needing some attention, she popped the two headed dildo up her snatch to ease the itch there while continuing to tongue fuck Jazz right in her own living room. Still, as she’d said before, the dildo had two heads, and after bringing Jazz to a solid orgasm, she moved up over her sister, and placed the other head of the black rubber prick against her sister’s sloppy wet slit. Sibling eyes stared back at mirrored lust, and Jessie heaved forward with her hips like a man shoving the rubber cock back up Jazz’s snatch. It slid right in as if that was were it had been all week long, and it probably had, she thought.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Jazz crooned, as at last they were plump ripe tit to plump ripe tit, ring pierced pussy to ring pierced pussy, locked together in incestuous carnal knowledge, the younger by several minutes under the older, “I’ve always wanted this.”

“I think, in a way, I always have too,” Jessie replied before their lips met, opened, and tongues dueled.

Their butts hunching up and down as they fucked each other for the very first time to several mutual orgasms, one right after the other before the tension was eased off enough for them to talk once again. The living room air heavy with the musky scent of hot pussy by then.

“So tell me,” Jazz panted beneath Jessie, their hips still undulating, “are you going to go to work for Amoud with Marie?”

“Gave my notice to the hospital before coming home,” Jessie grinned, then reached over into her purse, and pulling out not one, but two gold dog collars, handed one to Jazz, “Amoud said to tell you thanks by way of buying out your loan at Pimpo’s, and that if you’re looking for a really good paying job he’s ready to pay for you to finish getting your doctorate in veteranairian medicine so that you can come work for him. He’d love to have a matched set of Barbie Doll twins servicing his stock.”

“I wonder what father would have said, if he’d lived, knowing that his darling twin daughters became paid whore bitches for a kennel of dogs?” Jazz replied.

“You know dad, he always did have a soft heart for strays,” Jessie said smiling, “and Marie says in a couple of years, if we want to, we can set up our own combined private veteranairian clinic, and doggy whore house for the rich and influential pet owners around America.”

 

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1 Comment to “Bitch Whore for Dogs”

1. lois — February 5, 2011 @ 7:05 pm
   

   send them to me I like dog,s and do them

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