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The Making of a Party Animal

Chapter 11

                       Chapter #  11
 

Her time on the display table lasted till all the other girls 
were exhibited and placed on the display table. Then all the 
customers came over and had their free feels and pokes. Soon
selections were made. Money was exchanged.
 
The Master came over with the Millers and announced, 
"You lucky bitch. This man has a large cock, and he has 
volunteered to help you loosen that tight ass hole of 
yours, and his wife ... she has graciously agreed to help 
you with your cunt lapping. Now isn't that nice?? Add to 
that they are your friends so their is no need for you to feel
the least bit shy. Why you just live next door to them, right. 
What a small world. Now you please these people and show 
then what one of my whores can do. I want their repeat 
business. They might even tell your mutual friends what a 
good whore I have in you. My business will double for this 
and the other cunts. I count on word of mouth advertising, 
you know..."
 
"I will do my best Master," she replied as he released her legs 
and then her torso. She got up from the table and tried to work 
out the stiffness from her body.
 
"Go to the wash rack and have them clean your holes and lub your 
ass for these nice peoples pleasure. My  whores are all ways fresh 
and lubed, for customers." he said running his hand up her now 
sweaty back like the proud owner he was.
 
"Yes Master." she replied. Head down, she hobbled over to the 
wash rack and the waiting slaves. They douched her out with ice 
water rinsed her and scented her body. Then one of the denuded 
slaves greased up her finger and lubbed Annie's ass, cunt, and lips.
 
The Master looked her over and ordered, "Go to them and be a 
real good whore or you will have a the whole week to reflect on 
customer servicing. HA HA. He told me he all ways dreamed of 
having at your tight little ass...  and now thanks to me... Go .. 
Go... Make him happy.. You beautiful little slut bitch."
 
She went over to John and Vera and reluctantly presented  them 
with 'their whore'. They eagerly lead her to a large reserved room 
in the side of the barn, locked the door. John began to strip 
down for the action to follow.
 
Annie tried to appear unconcerned, standing there nude waiting for
her neighbors to use her. But as the time approached she hoped for 
some reprieve but none came. When they were naked John said, 
"To prove your good intentions go over and .... kiss Veras feet."
 
Annie wanted to rebel, but the events of the day and the high 
collar reminded her that she had better do it now. She hurried 
over and knelt down and kissed Veras feet. When she looked 
up, Vera was smiling like the Cheshire cat. Vera reached down 
and opened her smelly hairy cunt lips.
 
"Plant those lips here and lickie, lickie." Vera ordered with 
a smile..."What are you waiting for, service my cunt. Annie. 
Have you serviced old Mrs. Fitzgerald.... or the Wilson's..."
 
As Annie approached Vera's cunt reluctantly, the hair was 
a barrier. As it was not denuded, it smelled terrible to a close 
nose. The odor of old piss and other body orifices assailed her, 
though it had no ringed clit, like Beth's, and the little button was 
not as hard to get at... But this cunt would be all the harder as she 
had, before, known and hated the owner. Her audience before
then were strangers, but these, these were people she  knew!! 
 
She knelt there starring at the hairy mess and thought < These
horrible people were her inferiors.... She should not be... But to
them.... now.. she was a whore.> Her collar shocked her and this 
convinced her to continue. She opened her mouth, extended her 
tongue and went to licking her first hairy neighbors cunt.
 
The smell and taste were hard, but the hair shedding in her mouth 
was horrible. She almost gagged a couple of times but the 
consequences assured her that she had to do it regardless of her 
physical feelings.
 
"With some more practice she could get the hang of this. John 
bring me the chair so that I can get comfortable. That way you 
can get behind her and have a go at that ass hole, just like 
you've all ways wanted." Vera ordered.
 
She sat on the edge of the chair and ordered, "Do my ass hole 
first, Slut. Lots of tongue. Lick up and down over it till I tell 
you, then you can really concentrate on my glory hole. You 
will do a good job... won't you dear.... Or else... We'll ask 
for a refund."
 
Annie bent over and started to do the hateful task required. 
In her exposed position she felt a push at her pussy hole. She 
was thankful.  
She was soo grateful that she licked Vera with greater enthuse.
 
"My that really turned her on John. Annie your such a whore...
Now show me your love my pretty ass hole. French kiss  it." 
Vera ordered.
 
This was disgusting, but she did it. She stabbed it into Vera's 
hole and Vera tried to trap, her tongue, there by clamping down 
on the elusive wet organ. She was lost in an approaching sexual 
frenzy when John withdrew from her cunt. She felt hollow for 
only a moment and then he drove forward into her ...tight ...
little...ass hole. No slow, gradual progress this time. Just a slam 
home to the balls in her.....
 
"Her tongue seems to be deeper." Vera observed. "Or is that the 
end of your cock coming out her mouth John?"
 
Annie was not sure either. She felt as if she could feel John's cock 
deep in her belly. Maybe it was coming out of her mouth.
 
"Ahhhh Ah ahah" Annie managed on John's next full thrust and 
when he withdrew again her ass hole did not have any further 
resistance. Her ass grommet clung to his dick to help stabilize its 
fully stuffed position. Then a slap to her head got her attention.
 
"You better not forget me, your, mistress." Vera announced. 
"Lickie lickie....remember....you whore... you have to please me..."
 
Annie now corrected, went back to the heinous task with her tongue.
Combined with the stuffing of her ass Annie  felt the sexual fires 
rising in her guts. 
 
She came. Now she knew ...  she was really just a hot asses whore. 
To cum from these people, doing this...The Master was right. She 
was just a stuck up whore. Well she was not stuck up any more, 
she was stuck in the ass and liking it. Any normal woman did 
not do this, and like it soo. Or did they?? Her whole being was 
being destroyed with this. She was learning of the whore deep 
in her heart.
 
Shortly her tonguing brought Vera off. This was accompanied by a 
little piss and a flow of female honey all over her face, most of  which 
she caught in the eyes. All and all, though, she managed to satisfy her 
first customers and she even managed to come herself.
 

 
A knock at the door announced that the Miller's time with her 
was over and they reluctantly let her go with the man sent to bring 
her back to the display table. The Millers stayed to put on their 
clothes before they vacated the room.
 
Annie was again placed on the display table with her ankles 
secured to straps near her ears. She held open her ass cheeks for 
the inspection of the customers. She felt John's sperm dribbling 
out. It turned her on. It was there for all to see she was an ass 
fucked whore. 
 
A very fat men looked her over. He fingered her nipples and holes 
but went away when he withdrew a dirty finger from her ass.
 
Brad came over and released her from the table and presented her 
to the Fat Man. " Clean up his finger..Slut... Just a simple ass suck 
and blow job. Why you should get him off and be back in no time
at all. Now get to the wash rack..."
 
The trip to the wash rack was to insure the client of a fresh 
easily accessible, sweet smelling whore. This time as she had 
been pissed on, so they hosed her down all over. Why they 
even had her use mouth wash.
 
She was taken to another room and presented to her new client. He 
had disrobed and he looked like the dough boy. Everywhere their 
was white stinking rolls of fat. It discussed her. She, in her 
normal life, would not even talk to this tub of lard. But this 
was not her normal life, if that was every to come back again.
 


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