by Janet Baker
Life goes on for the old hooker.
The Old Hooker -- Chapter Three
By Janet Baker
“Hello, Angela darling, this is Janet. How are you my dear friend? It’s been months since I’ve seen you. Angie my darling I meet you in every dream.”
“Oh God, Janet, I am so frustrated, angry, lonely since you retired and left New York. Where are you? I miss you so…! Oh if you knew how much I sigh to see you.”
“My dear Angela, I am in Amsterdam living with a darling man. A man who fulfills ALL my needs. Angela, this darling man of mine and I want to explore a new venture. I can’t describe it over the phone of course but Angela, I would like you to fly over and stay with Hans and myself at a little farm I purchased not far from Amsterdam. You may be interested in what we are proposing and possibly participate on an intermittent basis. That would give us dear old friends an excuse to see each other more than just occasionally. I’ll pay for the flight! Just say yes Angela, please.”
“I’ll try! I do have to persuade my husband that I’ll be alright and safe with my old friend Janet! He is such a straight laced old wuss, you know. You really do know!”
“Try hard, Angela, I really need you -- I miss you. By the way, Angela, my darling man does not know of my past and I want to keep it that way.”
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“Hans, darling! Good news! My old friend Angela is flying over to stay with us for a few days. I think that she will fit in perfectly with our schemes.”
“Well my sweet Janet, I hope so, our plans and discussions are far advanced and I am quite anxious to start working. By the way, Jan, the kennel people called and your Great Dane pup is ready to be delivered. I verified that he is to be used for stud purposes and is not, absolutely not to be castrated. Well Jan, now you have someone else to feed.. and water.. and walk and clean up after. I hope it works out.”
“So do I hon, and if it doesn’t, we’ll sell him! No problem!”
Hans and I had gone on a spending spree buying all sorts of cuffs, chains, hoists, clothes and more clothes and -- happy days -- a few state of the art fucking machines. We had carpenters altering the barn for show purposes and had them build the tables, benches, etc. for various show tableaux. We arranged stadium type seating, a box office and rest rooms for ladies and men.
We also installed special lighting and closed circuit television systems to display close-ups of activities of the performers. We even had welders build a cage for caging games. I envisioned at least three cameras focused on a girl reclining on a gynecological chair masturbating herself using rabbits, vibrators and various dildos -- big, bigger, and biggest, of course. One of the fucking machines would be used in conjunction with the chair although the performer -- male or female -- would also demonstrate the machine on which one impales oneself. This machine gave some of my New York clients exhausting pleasure, as evidenced by the screams and fainting spells.
The pup was delivered as promised and attached himself to us immediately.
He had his own quarters in the barn but we also allowed him in the house. He was going to be an important part of the show, I hoped and he had to be trained and made to feel a part of the family. Since I fed and walked him and played with him he recognized me as the leader, the alpha male in his world. Should we ever acquire a pony, we allocated space for a stall. In the interim we’ll use the space for storage or a spare dressing room.
Hans and I disguised ourselves somewhat and made the rounds of the sex shows and some of the ‘window box’ ladies searching for potential cast members. We entered one of the ‘live shows’, took our seats, waiting for the show to begin. With nothing to do but wait, Hans and I started to play with each other. He fingered my clit, fondled my breasts while I stroked his cock, engendering a very respectable erection. I unzipped his fly, withdrew his cock, leaned over and started sucking him off. Not too many slurps and gasps later, Hans’ cock exploded in my mouth filling it with ejaculate.
I tried to swallow it all but some still escaped and dribbled out and onto the floor. Now I knew why the theatre smelled like a well used bedroom -- I wasn’t the only cocksucker in the place.
The lead player had been watching and asked if he could borrow me for a scene. I demurred, explaining that I was loyal to my lover, sitting next to me. The fellow explained that he was also the owner of the production, renting the theatre for his shows and again asked if he could use me. Again I demurred, but suggested that my lover and I might want to speak with him later since we had a few ideas of our own. He agreed to chat, asking us to remain after the show, which would take about 45 minutes. His was an SM show where he suspended his girl by her wrists and flogged her very hard while she spun around, kicking her legs trying to avoid the strikes. She could not avoid him and there were many hard hits causing her to cry out. She put on a good show, convincing the audience that she was indeed an unwilling victim. When he stopped, he gagged her and asked the audience if anyone wanted to flog her or fuck her. One fellow stood up, took the flogger and whaled away at her much harder than her partner, causing her to scream loudly through her gag, screaming and shouting, “Stop! Stop, damn you! Stop it now!
I mean it! Stop it! Stop! Stop!” Her partner took the flogger from the fellow and rubbed some soothing ointment on her now striped body.
“Folks, maybe she’d rather be fucked. Any volunteers?”
A massive black man stood up saying, “Hell yes, I’ll fuck her and she’ll know how a real man fucks.”
The girl took one look at him and screamed, “No, hell no, I can’t take a cock that big, those guys from Africa are just too big for my poor pussy.”
“No backing out, dammit, I want my fuck!”
The owner thought for a few seconds, said, “OK, you win, help me restrain her. You want her hanging like this or spread on a bed?”
“I think that we’ll spread her legs right there, hanging, and I’ll prong her standing. Lets hoist her up a bit, I’m pretty tall, then tie her legs apart… to those posts over there…”, he pointed to a pair of posts positioned for that very use. It was apparent to me, an old pro, that these folks were all part of the act and it was a pretty good act at that.
So they spread her, lubed him, lubed her and he rammed that enormous cock into her vagina, grunting as he rammed, she screaming and crying all the while.
After a while his thrusting subsided as her desire increased and she started to thrust back, calling for more. “Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard. Don’t stop! I’ve never had such a cock in me before! Again! All the way! I want to feel it in my throat! Fuck me please! Please!”
“You know Hans, they’re pretty darn good. Nice show, good performers, well done. I’ll applaud at the end.”
They let her down partly, the m/c put fuck me pumps on her, locked them on and hung bells from her ears and nipples. He let her down farther, unstrapping her wrists, bringing them behind her and cuffing them. He added cuffs to her arms just above the elbows and pulled them tightly together forcing her breasts outward.
“Walk! I want to hear the bells girl, walk!” as he urged her on with a riding crop applied to her ass cheeks and thighs.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, what shall we do to her now? Any good ideas?”
“Hans”, I whispered, “Volunteer to put a collar and leash on her and lead her back and forth.”
“OK, might be fun.” He called out, “Volunteer here, I can do some things with her. I’ll put a collar on her and lead her around the stage, maybe in a circle as if I were training a dog or horse.”
“OK fella, c’mon. Here’s a collar and leash for her, help yourself.”
Hans approached the girl, placed the collar about her neck, locked it on and attached the leash to a ring on the collar front. While taking his time and obvious pleasure he whispered to her, “You’re a good performer, my friend and I are thinking of doing some shows also. If you would be interested in working with us a day or so a week, let us know. You can tell your manager if you like, we’re not trying to pirate anyone’s employees. Please see us after the show if you are interested in talking.” She nodded affirmatively.
Hans walked her ‘round and ‘round in a circle while her bells tinkled merrily. He walked her to me and asked if he could fuck her if she and her manager were willing. I said sure, just be sure to use a condom and better yet -- do a proper job of fucking the lady.
She looked at my handsome Hans and said, “I would love to have that handsome stud put his cock in my pussy but he’ll have to pay.”
“Oh no”, said Hans, “I am a volunteer, you don’t need to pay me but I won’t pay either.”
“Well then”, said the manager, “You don’t fuck.”
This was getting sort of silly so I chimed in and said, “how much will you pay for my handsome stud and I to fuck for your audience?”
“Hey audience,” I turned to the crowd, “would you like to see us amateurs fuck for you?”
Some fellow in the audience spoke up and said, “that would be great, we could take up a collection for you!”
The manager, seeing things getting out of hand, decided to let Hans fuck his girl saying, “OK, ok, I know when I’m beaten! Fuck her, fuck her, she loves to fuck.”
Hans really enjoyed it. He stripped, grabbed her by the arms, bent her over, way over and fucked her from behind. As he was thrusting, he pulled her more upright and whispered to her, “you can make all the noise you want -- the audience will love it.” She fell into the spirit of things and started writhing, howling squealing and yelling “more more, fuck me harder, ohhhh God, fuck me damn you, fuck me”, her bells tinkling merrily. When Hans came with a loud shout, the audience applauded, the performers disengaged, bowed, and the girl kissed Hans and thanked him for giving her such pleasure.
The show over, Hans and I took phone numbers from the performers and the manager and wandered down the street until we came upon another live show.
We paid and entered, finding the show already in progress. The principals were two very attractive women. One of the women and a male assistant ‘forced’ the other woman onto a padded table. They put padded leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and chained them to the corners of the table. The assistant left and the dominant woman proceeded to ‘entertain’ the ‘victim’ -- the restrained lady. She was gagged, loosely and her domme started to ‘entertain’ her with vibrators while she squirmed and squealed and howled with abandon. This went on for at least thirty minutes. The two women were outstanding performers, providing a very realistic restraint and bondage show.
After those two performed, two more women came onstage. One lay down on a convex curved padded table. The restrained woman wore a head harness with bit gag and a collar which was chained down to the table thus preventing her from rising. Her partner put leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists and chained the right to the right and the left to the left with one foot long chains. Thus restrained the domme took a vibrator, dragging it across the ‘victim’s’ tongue and then using to great effect on her cunt as the ‘victim‘ entertained us with numerous outpourings of exaltations.
Again as we left we took a couple of phone numbers and I asked one of the women if she had ever been in a ‘dog and pony show’. She replied that she did not know what that was but that perhaps her colleague might know. We asked the other woman the same question. She indicated that she was familiar with the concept but had never done either. “Would you be willing to try a dog?” I asked.
She reflected a bit and replied, “maybe -- how much?”
“Negotiable”, I replied, “Certainly more than normal fucking.”
“Ya know Hans, this doing live shows might be a lot of fun. We’ll have to wait and see what Angela thinks. She might want to participate. She’d have to be disguised as would you or even me if we were to partake in any performances.
“Oh darling Janet, it sounds like so much fun and think of all the sex!”
“Just wait until you meet Angela, she’s great! A great fuck and loves bondage, humiliation, and a little flogging besides. Most importantly though, she must not NOT be revealed either visually or by name. She has a ‘sensitive’ situation back home and we must protect her anonymity. The trouble will be worth it because she has been a great performer -- privately -- and might possibly be a great performer for us. If she performs for us it will be because of our former connection and our guaranteed discretion. If she does half the things she and I used to do, a show will be a hit. She’ll be arriving tomorrow at Schipol. If you are available, we’ll both meet her. If not, I’ll meet her and bring her to the farm, show her the barn and, knowing Angela, we’ll probable fuck for a while. Yes, she is a woman but that’s no problem. You’d be surprised at what we do to each other.”
“Sounds great Jan, but is it going to impact on our fantastic sex life or even our love? You are making a really big deal over this lady.”
I thought a while -- pursing my lips thoughtfully -- and replied carefully, “Angela was a client who became a friend. She has ‘needs’ that I fulfilled. We became very close. We were both saddened when I decided to move to Holland but we vowed to try to remain in touch and visit when possible. And now, with our show interest, there is a way for Angela to fill her special ‘needs’ and continue our relationship. I suspect that you -- if you’re interested -- can participate. Not to be obscure -- there’ll be lots of wild sex.”
“I’m flying tomorrow, Jan and won’t be back for a couple of days. You’ll have to pick her up. Jan… are you really suggesting that I have sex with your friend….we do wear our commitment collars you know. I love you Jan and I don’t want anything to change.”
“Good point Hans, we’ll try to avoid any personal or emotional conflicts. What I envision with Angela will largely be professional -- i.e. performances. You may or may not participate. You are right though, we must be careful -- we must maintain our love and commitment and not allow ‘fun and games’ to interfere. I do bear much affection for Angela but there is no comparison to my love for you. My feelings toward Angela are totally different from the love I have for you.”
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“Angela darling! How sweet! How lovely you look!” I exclaimed as we made a spectacle of ourselves kissing madly at baggage claim.
“Oh my dear Janet -- I need a handkerchief -- I missed you terribly”, she sobbed.
“Come with me to my little farm, we’ll rest, then renew our more intimate desires. I’ve been so anxious to see you, not only because of some business possibilities but also since I love you and want to play with you. But one thing you must understand -- that my love for you is different from that of my man -- my wonderful man -- Hans. In him I have at last found true and enduring love. Angela my sweet, I’m going to introduce you to a world of new and erotic pleasures. You… are… going… to… be…really pleased! Wait ‘till you meet Duke, And you‘ll be most entertained by the ‘toys‘ we have in our staging all
for public shows -- bondage benches, crosses, a cage and more.”
“Oh Janet, this is a charming little place you have here. When will I meet the Duke? Is he handsome? And where does he fit in with your love Hans?”
“Come in Angela, I’ll introduce you.”
“Duke!! Here boy!” Duke came bounding into the room to greet me and as usual with a kiss -- yuck -- and with his paws on my shoulders.
“Yes Ang.. Duke is our Great Dane stud for whom and from whom we expect great things -- great fucking, actually!”
“Oh my God, Janet has he been broken in yet? He’s so big! I’ve never done that, Jan -- I don’t know if I could. You haven’t either then, have you?”
“No, not yet and I don’t know that I want to for various personal reasons -- mostly because I am so much in love with my glorious man Hans. I don’t want to endanger our passionate relationship.”
“However Angie, there are women in the trade who will. I’ll likely have to pay a higher performance fee for such but…. you know Angela that you are very much inclined to be outrageously experimental. We could develop a scenario where you are masked and restrained and raped by Duke. Just ruminate over that a while -- the experience of a lifetime, n’est-ce pas? Or perhaps a scene where you and Duke stroll in the park then enter a barn to consummate your growing passion? We could film the walk in the park, disguising you of course, then use the film as background in the theatre prior to your coupling. You would lead him into the barn -- he is collared and leashed -- drop your dress, strip off your panties -- if you were wearing any -- you would wash his growing penis with warm water then assume the position over that low bench, reaching behind yourself to guide him -- willing and ready now -- into your waiting cunt.”
“Oh gawd, Jan, I’ve never done that but your description is making me hot…
but the thought of fucking a mutt -- or being the fuckee -- does not fill me with joy. Do the women that do it like it?”
“I really don’t know, Ang…. but we’ll talk to some girls -- when we find them -- and ask whether they really liked it or was it just a performance. Personally I see it as erotic entertainment… less fun than using a rabbit on ones’ self… a lot less fun since I can drive myself nuts with a rabbit. Look at him though, he is cute and so willing…”
“Yeah Jan, cute and willing but I want a guy who’ll fuck for hours. You know how horny I get. The mutt will probably hump for a few seconds then spurt until his sack is drained and go sleep. H’m, like my hubby, the useless twit.”
“Angela, lets rest, get ready for dinner and I’ll take you to one of the better restaurants in Amsterdam, then we’ll cruise the red light district. We’ll see a couple of live shows and get some ideas and when we return home, we’ll play!”
Dinner was superb, we had wine with our wiener schnitzel, crá¨me caramel for desert then took a cab to the red light district. The driver wondered aloud why two such proper appearing ladies wanted to go there. We simply told him that we wanted to learn something new to please our husbands and lovers. He chuckled and remained silent. In the ‘district’ -- which was becoming somewhat depopulated as a result of the city administration -- we visited a couple of live shows that Hans and I had not seen.
Angie and I, looking considerably more elegant than necessary for the venue entered, took seats and waited for the show to begin. The announcer walked on stage and said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we have a slight change in our schedule. Ilsa, a guest performer, brought her partner with her and the two will perform something you have probably never seen or imagined.”
Ilsa entered the stage, leading a pony. We gasped! “Angie, this is too good! I wanted to find someone who could do a dog or pony show and here she is!”
Ilsa led her ‘partner’ to a narrow bench, carefully guiding the pony over the bench, straddling it. She then took a washcloth and caressed and washed the pony’s testicles and prick. The prick became erect. My pussy twitched. Angie grabbed my leg whispering, “holy shit, Jan! It’s big but I could take it… all the way! Now -- watch!”
We watched with amazement even though we thought that we knew everything and had seen everything but this was new! And great!
Ilsa slid herself carefully onto the narrow bench, positioning herself under the pony and took his cock in hand and guided it into her cunt, gradually moving herself along the bench until the cock filled her pussy. The pony reacted and started to hump her keeping all hooves on the ground -- damned well trained.
I’m not sure when he came but Ilsa prolonged the event by displaying all the emotions one expected from being impaled by such a lovely cock. She squealed, howled, cried out for more. This went on for 12 minutes after entry -- I timed it -- she threw her legs up and around the pony and urged him to move away from the bench. When she was clear, she dropped her legs, extracted herself from his cock, signaling the end of the session. She stood up and took her bow to the audiences’ delight. The pony had evidently had an orgasm since Ilsa dripped a copious amount of fluid when she stood up.
“Well ladies” -- she looked at us -- “would any of you like to experience Juno, my partner? You” -- she looked at Angie -- “your legs are spread. Does it mean what I think it means?”, asked Ilsa.
Angie breathed heavily and whispered, “Jan, oh my gawd, Jan, we must talk to this gal later.”
I smiled at Ilsa, nodded and mouthed ‘later’. Ilsa nodded back and announced to the crowd that she had a special treat. “I brought a friend who always travels with her bodyguard. Let me introduce Annamarie and Prince!”
Annamarie entered the stage with a very large dog of indeterminate ancestry.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. This is my collared lover and protector Prince. He is a very good lover. He is always ready. He never cheats on me. He is faithful to a fault and I love him dearly. If someone were to approach me
he would growl, signifying possession and guardianship. He is mine and I am his. He is also an exhibitionist -- he, like me loves to fuck. I trained him from a puppy and he knows only me as his fuck buddy.”
“Now… Prince and I will demonstrate the approved methods of fucking with your dog. This also applies to you men -- alternate hole of course.”
“Come Prince! We fuck now!” She lay down on her back and a bench that positioned her at the correct height for her large dog. She was at a slight angle,
enabling her to control Prince as he entered her. He put his paws on her shoulders and let her guide his cock into her -- obviously used to it. He humped away for a while, finally rapidly increasing his speed and thrusts, then with a grunt he had his orgasm and leaned down onto Annamarie’s chest keeping his paws over her shoulders while he spurted from his enlarged penal sack -- the knot containing his ejaculate. They rested in that pose while he drained. When he finished, the knot shrank and he withdrew and started licking his cock. What else would anyone expect the dog to do?
“Well ladies, would any of you like to take my place and entertain my Prince?”
“Don’t all answer at once.”
“No one?”
“Men?”
“No one?”
“OK, I’ll return later during the show to see if anyone is interested and if not I’ll let Prince fuck me in the ass. I love the feeling when his knot expands in my rectum and then he spurts into it, filling my bowel.”
“Don’t go ‘way folks!”
Annamarie returned later on after a few other performers had done their athletic displays and demonstrated anal sex with her dog Prince. She had a bench prepared such that when she lay across it, her anus was at the right height for Prince. Then she washed his cock again and since it was not yet erect she sucked on it, bringing it to readiness. Lying on the bench, she took his prick and led him into position. A little lube applied and off they went. Prince was a fine performer -- whether he knew it or not -- and humped away until he finished with a yelp and a final thrust. Then he relaxed -- held by Annemarie -- until his sack had drained.
“You notice, Angie, that she has no problem in sucking his cock, and Prince seems to like it. I’ll tell you what, Ang, if I do it will you? Suck it I mean?”
“Janet!! You mean suck Prince’s cock or Duke’s?”
“Well Duke’s of course. Let’s talk with the girls after the show is over.”
“Ladies, my friend and I want to do something like your show and we’re wondering whether you had any problems in getting over the idea of fucking animals. Oh yes, and also whether you might perform for us in a show we are
contemplating starting.”
Ilsa spoke first, “Juno is my pet pony and my affection for him led to our sexual
relationship and I decided to make some money from it. I get paid a few times more than the usual fuck show. The biggest problem was training him to remain still while I was wriggling down onto his cock, and then obeying my command to leave the bench so I could ‘dismount’ -- and of course I could not get that lovely pole of his into my mouth so I caressed it and washed it with warm water. He liked that treatment and became quite used to performing and indeed do repeat performances. He could do at least three orgasms per night. Oh! was my cunt
sloppy by the end of the evening even after I drained myself at the end of a session. If you do start a show, I could work one or two days a week. I currently have many customers. At the evening’s end I have to walk him back to his stable, which is a good distance away -- inconvenient but necessary.”
“Ilsa, I bought a farm outside of Amsterdam with a barn. If we come to an agreement, we might include stable space for Juno and do you think that another girl could learn to fuck with him? Or would he not permit that? Oh, by the way, I‘m Janet, this is Angie.”
“Janet! You’re not thinking of me under that horse are you? My God. What do you think I am?”
“Angie darling, we know what you are -- what we are -- we’re just speculating
now. I could envision myself, or you, squirming, wriggling, thrusting onto that formidable pole and entering fuck heaven accompanied by suitable sound effects. Do you recall the sounds you made when we had you suspended while I was flogging you? Yeahhh! By the way, Angie, he‘s a pony, not a horse!”
“Annamarie. Same question. Animals are not human partners. Did you have any problems in coming to grips with fucking with non human partners?”
“In my case, no, since I had seen many exhibitions like mine. My concern was improving the presentation such that we minimized the panting, huffing, and puffing from the dog that tended to detract from the actual fucking. I worked with Prince a long time to bring him to the state that you saw, wherein he readies himself and fucks with the least amount of thrashing about while readying his entry. That is why I lean back and guide him by his prick directly into my cunt. He has become quite adept at giving me a good fuck and also we do get paid a lot more for the performances. You could try him if you’d like.” Annamarie paused, waiting for my answer.
“I’m interested. Let me have some phone numbers and we’ll be in touch. Angie, I’d like to see you try Prince.”
She gasped, saying, “I’ll think about it. It’s too much to just jump into without thought. Anyway hot stuff, how about you first?”
“OK! Now! Or later? Annemarie, is Prince able to do another and can we do it here now that the show is over?”
“He may not do an orgasm but it’s likely you could get an erection and insertion -- possibly -- Prince is ‘mine own and only’ and trying a new person might work, maybe not, but let’s try. I’ll have Jens lock up.”
“Oh! Janet, you’re not going to… are you?”, Angie asked with asperity.
“Well, why not? If I can ask you or an employee to do it, I should know what it’s like. Anyway I’m not going to make a practice of it.”
“OK”, said Annamarie, “I’ll introduce you to Prince. Pat him, then move your hand slowly down under his belly and back toward his genitals. Talk to him, croon a little -- you know, a little humming -- I’ll get you a warm washcloth and give it to you so Prince will know what’s coming. Strip and lie back on the ‘dog bench’ I call it. I want Prince to have a full view of your crotch. Now guide him to you and say ‘come Prince -- we fuck now’, he knows the meaning of those words. Now take his prick, gently pull and guide it to you and into you. He’ll feel when it is in and he’ll start to hump you. Encourage him, thrust back.
Good! Do you feel him in you now?”
“Oooo, yes, not bad, not bad at all. Good boy, Prince, faster boy, faster. That’s it Prince, fuck me hard. OH!!! He’s coming, I feel it! I feel his sack growing -- now I feel him spurting -- he’s still thrusting. Relax boy, wait ‘till it’s drained -- good boy Prince! Well! That was new!! That took some doing! It was worth it!
I liked it! No dammit, I really liked it! Angie!! You’ve got to do it too! You’ll love it! And no kiss and tell -- or kiss and brag!”
“Welllll, welll, we’ll seeee”, she said, without any enthusiasm.
“Angie, you don’t have to… it’s not necessary for you to fuck the dog if you don’t want to. If we use a dog and I think we will, we can hire girls who are willing. I spoke with one a few days ago when Hans and I were touring the red light district. She was interested -- her concern was compensation. I just did it and it’s really not bad -- if anything, a light weight screwing. The problem of course is that he is a dog and not everyone likes bestiality. However, people that attend our shows will know what they are going to see and should be content, not off put. But if Duke comes around and is pleasant to live with -- I might try him out.”
Angela and I wandered on down the street to another ‘live’ show, entered and watched the performance that had already begun. The guy was gorgeous and very well endowed -- hung like a horse. Angie gasped and whispered to me
“Oh my God, Janet! what I wouldn’t do to have that cock stuffed into my cunt!
He is… awesome! Janet! I need a fucking now!”
“Hold your water, Angie, I’ll do you at home.”
“I want him Jan!”
“Shhh! After the show! Be quiet!”
After the show we collared the man, Phillipe, and asked if he would service my friend Angie. He looked her over, agreed to fuck her for fifty euros. Angie nearly tore her purse open getting the money. Phillipe took her to a private room and I waited outside. And waited -- and waited -- listening to the usual screams and other noises of pleasure so familiar as Angela’s. A full hour later a disheveled Angela and a worn looking Phillipe emerged from the room.
“Oh my freaking gawd, he is awesome Janet, plumb awesome -- bigger than that pony we saw.”
“Phillipe, I’m setting up for shows myself. Would you like to earn some extra money and also have Angie at your disposal?”
“Absolutely -- she is a great fuck. But how much, how often and where?”
“At the place I’m readying for shows. But I think that I’d like to try out a scene with you and Ang that could be done right here as part of your evening. Tell you what -- I’ll bring some props tomorrow. I’ll need you to provide a chair and a cover large enough to cover Ang as she is sitting in the chair. This is to tease the audience. They will only see her feet in her FM pumps and leg irons. And then…. I’ll explain later. See you tomorrow at 1800 hours, OK?”
“Janet! What do you have in mind for me?”
“I’ll explain when we get home and we’ll do a dress rehearsal. I’ll take Phillipe’s part. Phillipe, we’ll need a few minutes to rehearse before the show, OK?”
He indicated agreement and Angie and I returned to the farm, where we reviewed the scene I envisioned.
“Angie, I don’t want you identified so this scene will have you covered and almost speechless. We’ll put a vinyl hood with eye and mouth holes on you, locking it in the back to keep audience members from removing it. Strip! Naked! Your body and breasts are firm enough for nakedness. Now the head harness with bit gag. Again I’ll lock it. The bit gag will permit some amount of talk but lots of screaming and inhibit cock sucking. You’ll wear fuck me pumps and we’ll lock them on. Now! A collar with cuffs attached by chains keeping your hands away from your clit and leg irons giving you some latitude for walking. I’m going to wear a strap-on and play the guy. Come with me.”
“Stand up! I’m going to strap a butterfly vibrator to your clit. While you are covered waiting for your rapist you’ll squirm and moan, teasing the audience.”
“Now sit, I’ll cover you, leaving your feet showing. Now we start the play.”
“Here she is ladies and gentlemen, our latest acquisition. We call her Petra. We don’t know her name, she speaks little English and no Dutch. She wandered in from, I think, Eastern Europe looking for a job. She’s not happy about this job but we are going to pay her something because she will put on a show for you -- whether she likes it or not.”
“Voila!”, as I pulled the cover off her revealing her hooded and restrained body.
Embarrassed, she tried to cover her privates, failing that she tried to cover her breasts, this time with more success. I pulled her upright, walked her to a hanging chain, linking it to her collar. She moaned and tried to speak but nothing intelligible came forth. I said to her, “You are going to be fucked, understand?”
Responses were only mumbles.
“See this?” I asked. “It is a dog whip. You will be whipped until you decide to fuck. Do you understand?”
Howls and moans -- she held her hands in a supplicating way. I struck a bench with the whip making a loud crack! She shuddered with fear. Fear showed in her eyes. I pinched a nipple. She squealed, tried to pull away but could not.
I whacked her derriere with the whip -- she screamed.
“Are you ready to fuck?”
She shook her head no.
Another whack -- another scream, louder than before.
“Well? Shall I continue?”
She shook her head no, gave up easily.
“Phillipe” -- first name that came to mind — “come, she is ready for you. Bend her over the bar, link the chain to the floor, spread and chain her legs and fuck her -- fuck her hard.”
I bent to the task with a will and a very solid strap-on cock. Angie (Petra) accepted this cock in silence then as her passion rose so did her response, changing from negative howls to squeals and screams of delight.
“Glad you liked it Angie or should I call you Petra?” I asked as I removed her gag and hood.
“Ohhhh yeahhh, Jan I liked it but use a flogger instead, that dog whip was too much and if an audience member uses it I could be hurt. That was fun, I liked being bent over the bar and getting fucked. In the next sequence flog me then take off the bit gag and make me suck cock.
“Remember Janet how you used to suspend me and flog me harder and harder until I cried uncle?”
“Of course!”
“Lets do that routine for an audience, they’ll love it.” she asked eagerly.
“Ang, shall we use Phillipe with the big cock for you?”, I smiled.
“Ohhh yess, Janet, Phillipe ‘the hung’ will be great. I’ll fuck him for free -- I’ll even help pay his fee. Oh God, my pussy is twitching just thinking about him and that horse cock of his. Oh God, Janet, I want you to hoist me then lower me, legs tied apart onto that magnificent tool.”
“OK Angie, if you like cock that much I want you to try the dog and maybe even the pony. I have a new idea for you also. I’m going to dress you in some exotic black vinyl garments including a very restrictive corset and a head harness with reins. I’ll immobilize your arms and hands and let the dog lead you to the dog fucking bench and watch him fuck you. I may even have you wear ballet boots. The audience will go wild over watching the dog lead you, strutting carefully in your boots toward the bench and then fuck you.”
“I’d love to try”, she said, but “we’ll have to do something different with the dog. Remember that Annamarie had her hands loose to guide Prince into her cunt and I think it might be better to wear fuck me pumps -- very high heels --
with shoe locks. I may need some flexibility dealing with moving around with the dog. I’ll wear ballet boots but for a different show routine. I’m not enthusiastic over the pony suggestion. Anyway, the owner does a good job herself. We don’t really need you or me to fuck the pony but…. It is tempting.
The idea of that cock buried deep in my cunt is appealing but I’ll settle for Phillipe ‘the hung’. I could do as many shows with him as he could tolerate each day. Oh, damn! Do I want him in me!”
“It sounds as though you are interested in joining us, Angie, c’est vrai?”
“Yeahhh, I’ll do the dog if you promise me Phillipe, but no pony -- it looks like more trouble than it’s worth.”
“More trouble for you but you’re looking at it from your perspective only. The audience will love it!”
“No, if you hire the Pony, hire the girl, Ilsa. She’s experienced and its her damn pony. H’m, I just had an idea. Suppose we put a strap-on on the pony where a saddle would be placed and lower me onto the dildo and walk the pony while I supply sound effects. Or… attach a big dildo to the saddle and force me to sit on it. Picture your sex slave girl being hoisted by her wrists up off the floor then lowered with her legs pulled apart and helplessly dropped onto the big dildo. Then tie my legs together under the pony and chain or tie my wrists to my neck collar. It‘ll be one fine show and Ilsa can run the pony in a circle while I again, provide sound effects.”
“It could work Angie, lets wait until Hans returns from his flights and we can discuss the business. We must look at costs, revenues, performers, advertising, etc. We can’t really go into this enterprise as a hobby -- we should know what we are doing and where we are going.
In the meantime, Angie baby, lets go to the farm and have some fun.”
End
© 2009 Janet Baker
