There was the muffled sound of a knock at the door, in the adjoining room. Keith had been tying me up and when then knock came, he leaned over and kissed my forehead through the pillowcase, then gave my pussy a quick squeeze by the outer lips, pressing them into my clit nicely: it was already swollen end distended. His hand drifted then, lightly, up my belly and to my left nipple, giving it a nice squeeze. He spoke in a low stern voice,

“Stay there little piggy. The party is about to begin”

I could hear him walk through to the other room, and then a minute later the sounds of him returning again through the adjoining door. It closed this time with a heavy thud.

“Here she is Mr. Simon, just as you instructed, splayed out, tied up, ready and waiting. She will do everything you tell her sir.” The inflection in his voice was strange, not his usual relaxed tone, but something more obsequious. “I will leave you with her and prepare for our guests.” He was already leaving as he said it and the door closed again with a heavy thud and this time, I heard a door lock. I couldn’t tell which door of the two adjoining it was.

“MMmmmmm,” hummed a voice. “Don’t you look delicious my little fuck pig” the accent was English, though I have no idea from where, but it had what sounded to me like an educated flair as he spoke.

I squealed a little in response to this. The past few trips Keith had taken to calling me a little piggy with a fat ass. Secretly I loved it but had pretended to ignore it, at first. Then, over time, I just started letting it out and squealing for him when he said it. Now as Mr. Simon said it, I couldn’t help but respond. His version was more devious though and made me shiver a little, my cunt went from a bubbling drip in a steady flowing stream. I could feel his weight near me as he sat on the bed. Then his hands exploring, first twisting each of my nipples, then the other hand gently gripping my throat, choking me just a little and he pinched a little harder on my thick nips. I arched my back a bit more as he squeezed me tighter and slid his hand down my belly to my hairy snatch. He gripped my bush tightly and pulled it upward a little.

“What a lovely hairy cunt!” he said, gripping me tighter by the pubes, “they will be perfect for tonight’s event”

He slid his hand off my throat, and under the pillowcase, finding my mouth, he parted my lips and forced his fingers down my throat, just a little. I gagged slightly, not expecting it, but then allowed him to finger away a little. He withdrew the finger and then I felt the ropes being untied, first from my wrist, then from my ankles. I lay still, unsure what else to do and heard a long zipper opening followed by a dullish thud and what sounded like a chain rattling a bit. Then I felt something soft and supple wrapping around my wrists, and my ankles, and then a heavy thick collar was placed around my neck, and the pillowcase was pulled down tight over my head. Fingers pushed the pillowcase deep into my mouth, and then pulled it out again and away, followed by a soft metallic snip. Again, there were fingers in my mouth, only now through a hole. The fingers pulled out and then tore open the mouth hole just a little wider, with a rip. I felt something being clipped around the collar and then felt a heaviness and a coldness as the chain dropped along my skin gently, resting on my belly and chest. One hand gripped the top of the chain at my throat, while the other clenched my left hand.

“Sit up,” he said, “Turn now, off the bed”

I slid sat, and turned to the edge, and then slid off the bed onto my feet.

“Not on your feet, you cunt!” he scolded, and spanked my fat ass hard on the right cheek. “Down on your knees!” he commanded. “From now on you remain on your knees, your back or your belly! You do not stand on your feet for any reason, unless commanded to do so. And if commanded to stand you are to remain on your tiptoes only, your heels never touch the ground again in my presence or I’ll beat that fat ass black and blue!” He accented the last syllable with another hard swat on my ass. I dropped to my knees immediately. My cheek was feeling the sting of his hand. Keith had never really hit me other than to play. It had been many years since I had allowed anyone else to play this way. There was a steady stream of cunny hunny pouring down my hole, and inner thighs, I am certain it was glistening. He pushed a long finger into my warm wetness, then withdrew it, slid it up a little and checked the temperature in my tight shit canal as well. He pushed his finger in deep, and probed my insides, then withdrew it again.
“Oh, you’re not prepared at all are you” he said, wiping his finger on my back. He led me on hands and knees, around the beds, and into the bathroom.

“Present your ass to me, face to floor, ass up to the sky,” followed by another hard swat on my left cheek this time. I felt his finger, lubed this time with something push into my anus a few times, followed by a soft and rubbery feeling tube.

“Just relax and push out gently,” he said, holding the tube against my bung. As I pushed out, I felt a rush of warm liquid filling up inside me. It was uncomfortable, filling up my ass and my belly, giving me that urgent need to find a toilet. When I was beginning to feel as though my belly was going to explode the pressure of liquid stopped, and he carefully withdrew the tube from my ass, saying,

“Now you hold all that in there nice and tight until I tell you!” He guided me onto the toilet, telling me to stay nice and clenched. I was squeezing for dear life and terrified of the embarrassing episode about to ensue. I could hear him stepping back away from me. Followed by the sound of the shower running.

“Count out loud to 100, slowly. When you are done, you may let go, when you’re finished, clean yourself up and flush the toilet to let me know you’re finished. And heard the door close behind him. I struggled to count but did everything to reach 100 before finally allowing nature to take its course. It felt nearly endless, but finally I did my best to ensure I was fully clean and then flushed the toilet twice to be sure. Moments later the door opened again and a hand guided me up and into the shower and then proceeded to wash me by hand from the neck down to my feet and back up again, making sure to rub the hotel body wash over every inch of my body, including scrubbing out my crack, and bush. It was a strange feeling to be cleaned that way and reminded me of being a kid.

He dried me off the same way with a towel, running over every inch of my body. He had been careful to keep my bagged head out of the direct line of the water, but it was still wet in patches around my face and was clinging to me just a little. He used the hairdryer to blow the wet spots dry while pulling the material of the pillowcase away. It made it extremely warm under the makeshift hood and made me feel slightly dizzy.
He grabbed hold of me again by the chain at my throat and led me from the bathroom, after a few steps he told me to get down on my knees, with my hands in the air, back straight, shoulders back, hands out. He told me it was called the “serving position”, and that if he told me to “serve him” or assume my “serving position” that was the position I should assume immediately. Then he had me get on my hands and knees and called it the “resting position” and then returned me to my favorite face down ass up position and named it the “Presentation Position” along with the corresponding “rest for me” and “present for me” commands. He walked me through the 3 and then had me perform each on command in rapid succession, drilling me to ensure I understood.

“Good,” he said finally, and then “Serve Me!”

I dropped quickly too my knees, put my hands out, my shoulders back, my head up. He smacked my hooded cheek hard.

“When I give you a command, you say Yes Master! Then you complete the command!” he grabbed my chin and pulled himself close to my ear “Do you understand me fuck pig!” he hissed.

“Yes! Yes Master!” I said, a solid gush of fluid flowing from my cumhole now, soaking my bush, my asshole, my thighs. The door unlocked and opened and then closed again and I found myself alone, quivering just a little with anticipation. In the interceding moment when the door had been briefly ajar, I could hear the din of conversation sounding like several voices all talking over each other in the adjoining room. Minutes seemed to drag by, but then the door opened again, and now I could hear what sounded like a dinner party: several people all talking at once.

“Gentleman, Gentleman!” It was Master Simon’s voice speaking, and the crowd hushed. “Gentleman may I present our fuck pig for the evening,” he said, grabbing me by the throat and pulling me forward into the larger suite. I crawled on my hands and knees. The carpet hurt a little, but I tried to go gingerly, though he was tugging me on the lead forcing me to move down the hallway. I could hear various admirations coming from the crowd, mostly regarding my fat ass, and my apparent dripping swollen cunt. I could hear at least 5, then 6 and then 7 distinct voices, along with Keith and Master Simon.

He led me by the throat onto the coffee table and then made me get on my hands and knees in his Resting Position. On top of the table was some sort of heavy turntable and he slowly turned me around and around presenting me to the crowd.

“Here she is gentleman, note the sturdy hips, the large shapely buttocks, the long firm thighs, the perfect bush of a married wife of three and the soaking wet cunt of a natural born fuck pig”, I squealed a little as he said it, enjoying hearing all the comments about my fat ass, and nice tits, and hairy bush and wet holes.

“Serve us pig,” he said, and I returned to my knees, hands out, head back, shoulders together, back straight, legs far apart. He brought my hands behind my back and secured them with a clip to one another and then to my ankles. It forced me to push my clit and pussy out a little to maintain balance, my ass resting on my heels.

He invited each guest up one at a time to touch me, get to know me. They would start first with the hands, touching my tits, my belly, my sides, my ass, pulling at my bush hair, fingering my mouth, pussy and asshole. Master Simon guided each one through the process first, walking them step by step around my body, telling them to examine, sniff, and probe me. Then he would allow them a minute to do as they pleased, some would spank me and finger me, others would grope my tits, several licked and sucked on them, as well as sucking on my clit and licking my pussy and asshole. I was in heaven with all the attention I was receiving.

Then Master Simon began to attach what felt like clothes pins to my body. First, he made a ring of them along the bottom of my left breast, then the right, then attached one carefully to each of my thick nipples. The pain was delicious and made me squirm and start to squirt just a little. When I get very excited, I spurt out small amounts of fluid uncontrollably. He continued to attach the clips to my belly, along my abdomen on both sides and then down my outer labia, and finally one clamping hard on my swollen and ecstatic clit. As the pain set in I could feel my whole-body quivering and small warm shocks moving from my clit to my nipples, flowing through me, making me wetter and wetter, and my pussy more and more engorged, which made all the clips tighter against them. He had me then hold the position, while he again spun the turntable slowly, allowing each man to enjoy a full 360 view of me.

“Now we shall play a little game,” he said and then he spun the turntable harder, and I spun around faster this time, making 3 and then a fourth slower circle, which was quite dizzying as I came to a rest. “You sir, go ahead and remove any 2 clips you wish,” and someone came up removing one from my belly and one from the bottom ring of my left breast. He spun me again, not quite so hard, making only 1 circle and then a second before stopping, and then invited the next man up. After several turns only the clip on my clit was left. I was shaking a bit now trying to maintain the position he was holding me in. He reached down and removed whatever device had been binding my wrist to my ankles and commanded “Rest for me” I moved to the hands and knees position, face forward, asshole pointing upward.

“Now gentleman, I will have you each stand up and gather a little closer. We will begin passing around the piggy. He reached up and pulled the clip from my clit. The blood came rushing back in and my already swollen and engorged pussy started to twitch and spasm uncontrollably, electric bolts of pleasure shot through my body, and then I began to feel the hands on me, groping me, more hands then I could keep track of touching me everywhere, all at once, there as a small cock head being pushed against my mouth lips, and a more substantial on pushing its way past my cunt lips. I groaned in delight as the bigger cock parted my swollen meaty lips and thrust deep into my warm tight cumhole. I began to suck down on the dick in front of me, while the one behind me thrust me forward on to it. After a minute I heard Master Simon command, “Rotate the Piggy”, and dicks pulled out of me, and I was rotated to the next pair of cocks, and began sucking and fucking on a new set of meatsticks. This time the one inside my pussy felt small but was managing to make a nice feeling pounding my large balls against my clit, while a decent size cock was fucking my face, and forcing itself to my throat. I relaxed and let him fuck my gullet and then again “Rotate the Piggy!”

I squealed this time in delight this time and was meant by two larger dick that thrust in me almost simultaneously and went to town, one set of hands gripping my hood around my ears and the other grabbing hold of my hips and thrust his thick long pole deep up inside me. I began to grunt and groan with pleasure as he thrust I began bucking back onto him, while trying to open my throat and allow the other man to force himself down.

And again “Rotate the Piggy!” and this time it felt for sure like Keith’s cock in my mouth, and another nice thick rod in my hot wet box. They rotated me through several rounds, as I went round some of the cocks began to opt for my asshole, and I was lubed up multiple times, while they commented about how time my shitter was. Then as men began to cum in me or on me, they were thanked by Master Simon and asked to leave. After the final rotation there was just one man fucking me, and then he pulled out and came all over my back. I was dripping in cum, mine, theirs. All over my ass, my back, down my legs, I had swallowed at least 2 loads, and had at least 3 more inside my cumhole, and two huge hot loads deep up in my asshole.

Then I heard Master Simon thanking Keith for the party, and after removing the straps from my wrists and ankles and the collar from my neck, made his was out the door as well. When I heard it close, I was still on my hands and knees, shaking. Keith approached and pulled the pillowcase from my soaking wet, sweaty head. I pounced on him, hugging him around the neck, kissing him on the mouth, he pulled me close and the began sucking my nipples and licking my clit. He used his tongue to suck the cum loads out of my cunt and made me get back on my knees so he could suck out my ass. He held me close after that and fucked me missionary style, looking in my eyes, telling me how sexy I was. We showered, fucked again, rinsed off, ordered more room service, and fell asleep holding one another.

The next day we slept in all morning and checked out late, going back to the truck after a long lunch in the hotel restaurant. The whole way driving back to the warehouse that afternoon I was on my knees sucking on Keith’s cock, and he blew two loads on the short drive. He parked up near the loading docks and took me in the back and fucked me good and hard, before putting a third load of the day inside me, and then held me close for a while before going down and sucking his load back out. It was climbing back down out of the cab and walking back to my car that I started to realize how sore I was. But it truly hurt so good, and each step was bringing back memories of “Rotate the Piggy” and cocks going into all my holes, and still wondering who they were? Or where they came from. “Oink Oink” I said quietly under my breath as I sat down gingerly to drive home.