Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2006 19:07:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: lauren westley <fundipity@yahoo.com>
Subject: Country Girl - 03 TG by Lauren Westley

Country Girl
Day One
Evening
By
Lauren Westley


	(Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place
regarding characters etc. MOST IMPORTANT NOTE: I will be working on
'Suddenly' for awhile so I apologize that Country Girl will be taking a
back seat to those who like this story. This particular episode is very XXX
with pee scenes etc. I suggest those who don't like this kind of story not
to read on. I know I make both grammatical and punctuation mistakes. I
promise all of you I will try harder every time to get it right. Hey what
else can a submissive do? However, I do know many parts of my stories will
not appeal to all of you. I only wish there is enough to make each of you
happy. To those who have given me constructive criticisms as well as those
with praise thanks. And to all of you, may your memories be yesterday's
dreams.) Lauren Westley.

	On the way back to my room to change I lost control and just
started peeing through my sea green panties. I couldn't stop it. I was
ashamed of losing control of my bladder. I wasn't even the girl I thought I
was going to be.
	From down the hall I heard BikerMan ask, "Hey cunt, what are you
doing?"
	"I can't help myself," in a whimper I crackled. "I couldn't hold
it. I lost control. I'm sorry Sir."
	BikerMan came lumbering down the hallway (which was only a few
steps) and grabbed me by my hair. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you are
one dumb cunt? Do you need to be paper trained?"
	With that he pushed me down towards the floor where I kneeled in
the pee. Then he pushed my face down into the pee and rubbed it around like
training a puppy. It smeared my makeup and I could feel my eye shadow
rubbing off.
	GorillaMan got there a moment later and handed BikerMan a towel
saying I should be made to wipe it up and the towel would be my pillow
tonight.
	With that, BikerMan pulled on my leash until I was on all fours. He
dropped the towel on the floor and started spanking my ass saying, "Let me
know when it's all clean and maybe I'll stop."
	I was crying and trying at the same time to wipe everything up as
quickly as I could so he'd stopping swatting my ass. BikerMan didn't spank
me quickly but instead he had a long stroke and when it hit both hurt and
also would knock me off my knees into my pee.
	After I had finished Sir Houser took the leash from BikerMan. I was
led, like a dog on all fours, down the short hall and into the bathroom
right in front of the toilet I was licking clean earlier. Sir Houser
slapped the back of my head and my head went down with my face just below
the porcelain rim. As you already know, the seat was in the upright
position.
	"Now for your punishment from this morning and your girly weak
bladder making a mess in the hall," Sir Houser said as he tied the leash to
the towel bar, "you are to either have your face in the bowl or licking the
rim for the next hour."
	And with that he spanked my ass twice and left.
	I lifted my head up a bit and heard Sir Houser in the hall exclaim,
"You'd better be licking the porcelain girl!"
	Of course I began licking the porcelain rim. I didn't want to get
in any more trouble. But even so, Sir Houser came back into the bathroom
slapping my ass and saying, "Actually girl, I want you to lick the rim and
all the porcelain not under water in toilet. That means under the rim as
well. You are to keep it clean and shiny. Do you understand?"
	And as the last smack landed on my sore ass I answered, "Yes Sir
Houser," and started licking the inside edge.
	"Good girl," Houser said as he was leaving. "Remember licking or
your face down." And with that he walked out.
	I wish I could explain the smell of a toilet bowl after fifteen
minutes of licking and the next forty-five minutes of my head in the
bowl. My nose was only a couple of inches above the water. It's a cold,
dank, nasty smell. I would have thrown up but I didn't have anything in my
stomach. I had missed lunch and you know what my breakfast was.
	Fortunately my sea green panties were beginning to dry but my knees
were aching against the hard cold tile. It was then I heard someone come
in.
	"Ok, sweetie, move tighter to the wall, I have to take a wicked
piss," Master Cock said. He was feeling my ass as I heard his zipper come
down. I must have pulled my head up a bit as I moved towards the wall
because all of a sudden he slapped my left ass check and said, "keep your
fucking face where Sir Houser told you to."
	So, I was up against the wall on my right at what would be about
four-thirty on a clock against the tile when Master Cock said with
approval, "Now that?s where you should be whenever you hear a man come in."
	He started kneading my ass and then just as he started to moan I
felt his urine cascade over my blond hair and drip over my face into the
toilet water below.
	"Wow," Master Cock snickered, "my piss is the same color as your
dirty blond hair. I guess this is like that hair color commercial. What's
their jingle? Oh yes, 'because I'm worth it. And baby you're worth it.'
	My hair became so covered in pee that my hairstyle washed out with
the pee and my long hair fell in front of my face and into the pee water
below.
	"Ah," I heard Master Cock intone as he was finishing and shaking
his last drops all over. Then he cleared his throat and hocked up a huge
lugee (is that what they call it?) and spit it out. It landed on my head
and moved just enough to reach my forehead and the more liquid part fell
into the toilet leaving a slow moving wad of phlegm that eventually decided
to stop around the bridge of my nose.
	"You know Prissy I think you'll need to lick the toilet clean
again. I seem to have gotten a lot of my piss on the rim and on the side of
the bowl. Are you having a good time Prissy," he asked as I heard his
zipper close?
	"Yes Master Cock," I replied in the manner I was instructed months
ago when we first came together on-line.
	Just as he was finishing BikerMan intoned in his deep voice "Hey,
you going to be much longer? I think those six beers I drank have turned to
piss and I need to take a leak as soon as possible."
	"No problem, I'm done," Master Cock said as he walked out and
BikerMan took his place by the toilet.
	Although I couldn't see him I could picture his fat stomach. I
heard his belt unbuckle, his zipper come down and his pants fall on the
floor.
	With that BikerMan said, "It's too bad you're down there because I
wanted to take a leak up your pussy. Wouldn't you like that?"
	"Yes Sir," was the only reply I was permitted.
	"Wouldn't you like my piss in you as you walked around doing your
chores," BikerMan chortled.
	"Yes Sir," I answered.
	"Good, well perhaps later," said as he grunted a bit and a giant
raspberry echoed against the tile in the bathroom and the odor finally sank
down into the bowl and seemed to concentrate there as I breathed. It was
one of the foulest farts I had ever smelled and I dry heaved as I breathed
it.
	"Oh yeah," he said as he started to pee, "too ripe to stay in," and
his pee hit my head. But then, he started to pee on my neck. It rolled down
over my front and back. My bra soaked the pee like a wick and before long
my breasts were drenched in BikerMan's pee. Then he peed a little on the
seat of my panties soaking them and my ass.
	He said, "Bitch lift your head out of the toilet I want to piss
down your throat. And make sure you put your lips over my cock and
swallow. Don't you dare spill a drop? OK?"
	"Yes Sir," I answered and lifted my head out of the toilet. He was
squeezing his penis so the pee wouldn't come out. His big beer belly
hanging like it was filled with ten gallons of pee.
	"Hurry up twat, I still have five beers left to piss," BikerMan
laughed. And then he saw Master Cock's lugee. "What a pretty piece of
jewelry," BikerMan said.
	I put my mouth over his soft penis his belly against my head and he
grabbed my ears and started lightly pinching them as his pee hole leaked
into my mouth and down into my tummy.
	"Yes, you'll do nicely twat," and with that he let out another fart
saying, "I guess since you rim the toilet you won't mind rimming my ass
later. It's nice and hairy and now you are familiar with the odor.
	My tummy was starting to fill and I could feel it push against the
waistband of my pee wet sea green panties.
	"Just two more cans to go twat. But don't get too happy. I'm going
to go back to the fridge and get another six-pack, BikerMan said."
	He enjoyed holding my ear lobes with his thumb and forefinger and
pulling me tighter to his belly. Finally his pee started to slow. I guess
the hormones made me start a whimpering cry.
	"The cunt is sad there's no more piss?" he chortled with a grunt.
	His cock finished dripping and he let go of my ears and told me to
lick the toilet clean and make sure when I was finished my face was back in
the toilet. As he pulled his cock from my lips, he leaned down and started
playing with my tits. My mouth was still open
	My mouth was still open when he snidely laughed, "What did you
think cunt that I was going to kiss you? I don't think any man is going to
kiss a piss mouth. What do you think?"
	"Whatever you think Sir," I replied.
	"Start licking the toilet rim bitch," he continued not even paying
attention to my reply.
	I started licking the rim as I cowered in the corner but my wet
hair dripped pee. I realized before I was done I'd have swallowed nearly
all the dripping pee from my hair by licking the toilet.
	He put his penis back in his jockey shorts. I could see his yellow
stain from earlier pees and the little new wetness where his penis head
parked itself. Then he reached down to pull up his jeans and stopped.
	"Open you mouth and close your eyes cunt," he said and instructed
me to lean my head back while facing him.
	I complied like any submissive. And then I heard him hock up a wad
of phlegm. It sounded huge. And of course it was when I felt him spit the
wad into the back of my mouth. It hit my tonsils and sat on my tongue. I
don't know how big it was but it felt huge in my mouth. And my taste buds
roared 'nasty'.
	"Ok. Now close your mouth but don't swallow. I want you to let it
slide back in your throat. Then lean forward and kiss my cockhead in my
jockeys then you can swallow my wad girl," BikerMan snickered.
	I leaned my head back while closing my mouth and felt his spit
gurgle up over my tonsils. Grabbing my nose and pulling my lips to his
cockhead behind the yellow cotton briefs. He held my nose while my lips
touched the wet stain on his shorts. I couldn't hold back and swallowed his
disgusting load down into my stomach which was already filled with his pee.
	With that he let go and I had to thank him. I went back to licking
the toilet best I could as he pulled up his pants and left.
	I don't know how much time passed before I was finished licking the
dripping pee from the rim of the bowl. But now my hair had fallen back into
the pee water since my face was down in the bowl. My mouth tasted acrid and
my nose felt like the only odor it new was nasty.
	I cried a little and thought about how I should have used my little
blonde brain a bit better when I signed that Contract. Who could have
guessed the abuse I was and would suffer but then I realized Master Cock
had not guessed but he had planned. My inner being was demoralized as I
knelt there. I couldn't think of anything other than a submissive
woman. Even though I had a small penis buried in my panties I felt like the
weakest pussy on earth.
	Sometime later Master Cock came in and told me I was to clean the
bathroom up, take a shower and then clean the rooms in just a pair of clean
panties, stockings and heels which he had put on the bed so I wouldn't ruin
all my other outfits. After those chores I was to go to the kitchen, read
the instructions on the refrigerator regarding dinner. I was to cook, serve
dinner, and clean up. After I was through I was to go to my room and
freshen up my lipstick and perfume and wear the outfit Master Cock laid out
and read the note Master Cock would leave on my bed.
	Master Cock also said, "Someone will come get you when the men need
you. But, you'd better be ready you stupid bitch."
	I felt quite a relief having the time to freshen up. Especially
sitting on the toilet and letting out all that pee BikerMan and Master Cock
had filled me with. I brushed my teeth three times and rinsed with
mouthwash at least as many times. I can't tell you how many times I used my
body soap and rinsed off. But, I guess you know how good I felt after I was
cleaned up.
	No one bothered me while I walked around in a pair of pink panties,
pink thigh highs with a red scalloped border (which had been left out for
me) and matching pink heels. I cleaned Master Cock's room and bathroom;
also the room Sir Houser slept in. And in both rooms the men had left their
dirty underwear and t-shirts on the floor. I picked them up with my thumb
and forefinger wobbling a bit on my four inch high heels and I brought them
to the washer. Doing my chores gave me a feeling of being a woman which I
liked but I don't think any of my previous thoughts had me understand to
what depths I would be taken.
	 While in the kitchen the men walked in and out of the house
looking at me but instead of demanding anything they seemed busy setting
something up in the living room. There was a sheet they had put up that
blocked my view. When I was walking in the kitchen I especially felt
BikerMan's eyes on me and I sort of looked up out of the corner of my
eye. He knew I looked and he moved his hand cupping his crotch. I lowered
my eyes quickly and felt his pee and phlegm in my stomach. I knew he had
just started using me. I had to put my hand down on the counter to steady
myself. I don't know if he saw me but I did know he would make me do all
sorts of things as long as he was there.
	On the refrigerator was a note about dinner. It was about 4pm and
the note said I was to have dinner ready and served by 7pm. I was to set
the table and serve. It was expected I would eat my dinner while making
theirs. My dinner would be a cup of consomm?, a small salad with no
dressing and a glass of tap water. And, I was to stand in the corner
against the wall away from the table. I would either hold my cup of soup or
my salad putting the one I wasn't using on the credenza to my left. You
probably think I'd want something more substantial to eat; but actually
after what happened in the bathroom earlier I was relieved by this diet.
	The men were to have burgers with all the trimmings and chips. That
seemed easy enough but the note also said I was to make dessert. The
instructions said it would be yellow cake with chocolate icing. Fortunately
this would be accomplished by using a box of Betty Crocker mix and a Duncan
Heinz ready made icing. Also, besides making the cake, I had to set the
table and get everything ready in just my panties stockings and heels. I
was to serve dinner in the same outfit and clean up after. Then I was to go
back to my room and get dressed according to the new note that would be on
my bed and wait.
	Interestingly as I stood making the cake in just pink panties,
stockings and heels with my small breasts exposed and the men working in
the living room I again felt completely like a woman. So, somehow, in this
madness I was where I had always belonged and wanted. I know it's probably
hard for you to even imagine the feeling I was having. For most of you
running away would be your option. But, at this moment I realized I had run
away from a conventional boring existence and had arrived here.
	So without boring you with all the details of the next few hours
(I'm sure no one need a cooking lesson.) 7pm arrived and the men came to
the table and sat down. I had just started serving by bring in the bowl of
chips when another man walked in. He was big and looked like the man in the
movie 'The Green Mile.' His size scared me. I wasn't sure what to call him;
but my mind settled with BigMan.
	He was carrying a big brown bag which he put on the table. Out of
it was two handles of Johnny Walker Black Label and one of Makers Mark.
	BigMan was huge. I just stood there almost in shock. I knew not to
look up but still I could see he was huge. That's the only word to
use. Smack, GorillaMan slapped my pink panty assed.
	"What the fuck is wrong with you. Get another place setting out
right now cunt," GorillaMan said with another slap. As you know I had set
the table for the four of them (you know by now, Master Cock, Sir Houser,
BikerMan and GorillaMan).
	Well, I walked back to the kitchen to get another
plate. Fortunately I had made 12 burgers so there was enough food. But, it
hadn't occurred to me while I was cooking anyone else would be coming.
	In a very deep voice I heard what could only be BigMan saying,
"That cunt has a very nice ass. I can't wait to fuck her."
	"With your cock, you'd split that girl in half. I bet you can't get
it half way up her," Sir Houser said.
	"Well, I bet later tonight she'll be able to take a lot more than
half," BigMan replied.
	And before you know it they had placed bets on just how much of
BigMan's dick my hole could handle. I heard them placing odds and betting
and heard someone put $100 on BigMan getting it all the way up. I wasn't
sure who it was but I did hear they would pay 3 to one on that bet.
	Of course I shuddered and brought out another place setting.
	BigMan grabbed my wrist as I was about to go back and get their
burgers saying, "One moment baby. I've got something in this bag that will
help you."
	He took out a box with his other hand and threw it to Master Cock
to open. Master Cock took out a big black butt plug. It must have been
eight inches long and thick.
	"Pretty nice, why don't you do the honors," Master Cock said,
putting it on the table sticking straight up.
	With that, BigMan reached into the bag for something. I couldn't
see what it was the way he was holding me but I did feel his hand slide
down my panties and his massive finger playing with my crack. Then he
pulled his hand out and made me lean down and at the same time pulled my
panties down to my knees,
	"Now, that is one fine booty," he said and then squeezed what later
I knew was lubricant up my hole. It was cold at first but warmed and over
the next few minutes he worked that butt plug up my ass. I felt like I had
a tree up my ass.
	Finally after what seemed like a painful eternity he was
finished. I knew this when he pulled my panties up, gave me a light slap
and said, "Just keep that in until later honey. I'm nearly 3 inches longer
and definitely thicker so you'll thank me for this." And with that he let
go of my wrist.
	The men laughed as I walked (waddled) back to the kitchen to get
the platter of burgers from the oven where they were warming.
	Well, dinner was finally over and I'm sure you aren't much inclined
to hear how I washed the dishes and put them away.
	I went back to my room and found Master Cock had laid out a very
interesting outfit. There was a slinky black mini dress with a very loose
skirt. Of course black panties (with the little clit pocket), soft (no
under wire) black bra, black garter belt, black thigh high stockings and a
pair of black stiletto high heels. Besides that there were several
accessories. There was a black choker, black fingerless arm gloves and a
black bow with a barrette to attach it to my hair.
	The note said to wear the deepest red lipstick and nail/toe
polish. The nail polish was easy to do since my nails just need a fresh
coat over them since they were blood red already (Country Girl Day
One). Doing my toes was always a chore even if I was just touching them
up. (Oh, sorry, again writing stuff that you are interested in.) The note
also instructed me to just come out into the small hallway and say, "Prissy
is ready." I wasn't to come any further but into the small hallway.
	So about 9:30 pm I was all dolled up standing in the hall saying in
my sweetest feminine voice, "Prissy is ready!"
	Master Cock came around from the living room smiling and sweetly
said I looked, 'beautiful.'
	Well, you can't believe how nice I felt with his remark ringing
through my ears. Then Master Cock took a black blindfold from his pocket
and of course put it over my eyes.
	"Prissy, tonight is your cumming out party," Master Cock said in a
gentle way. Little did I know then it was to be the last gentle words I
would hear the rest of the evening.
	Next he had me open my mouth a put a gel like silicone mouth ring
in which kept my mouth open like an O. But my mouth was opened so much my
jaw hurt for awhile. When I touched the ring with my tongue it had the
texture and pliability of natural lips. It was as if I had two pair of
lips; and inny and an outty. After he was finished he put his arm around me
and walked me, to where else, the living room.
	This is too difficult to describe blindfolded; so I will just tell
you where and how I was when the blindfold was removed.
	I was kneeling with my hands to elbows held down with Velcro
straps. Also my ankle was held down with Velcro. A small metal, I assume
like a T started from this box I was on, just between my knees and angled a
bit back up to my stomach and then formed a t across my waist with some
comfortable soft (like gel) bar giving me support. Another similar but
smaller and curved bar came up under my chin to support my head and keep me
from bending my head down.
	I was in the middle of the living room between the sofa and
fireplace (with my ass towards the fireplace). Fortunately no fire was
burning.
	Oh, I forgot to tell you both my knees and arms rested in a molded
comfortable sleeve which the Velcro was part of. Also, as I later found out
I was in a groove that would move me forward and backward by about eight
inches which was the same length of motion as the black butt plug still
sitting in my ass.
	It was obvious the men had been drinking since the liquor bottles
were on the coffee table (should be called the liquor table) and glasses
were sitting around with different levels of alcohol They had comfortably
heated the room.
	There were Master Cock, Sir Houser, GorillaMan, BikerMan, BeltMan
and now BigMan as well. (Six men and not a one of them a gentle man.) There
wasn't enough room for all of them to sit so BigMan just stood there on my
right.
	But what came next was not the 'penis pounder' of the earlier part
of the day. Instead, Sir Houser came around, patted my bottom saying, "Good
girl, your kept the dildo in your pussy."
	With that Sir Houser took something in his hand and screwed it into
the bottom of the butt plug. A few moments later I felt a warm liquid fill
inside me.
	"Just douching your pussy," Sir Houser continued. "We all want you
to have a clean and sweet smelling cunt."
	So, without going through all the details, about fifteen minutes
later I had been thoroughly cleaned inside even though I hadn't really
eating anything all day. I had peed for quite sometime earlier before I had
dressed. While Sir Houser douched me I remembered sitting on the toilet
peeing for quite sometime before I got dressed.
	Somehow it was over. The butt plug was out of me and my hole felt
so open I was afraid it would never shut again. But before I had time to
even think about my gaping hole something was pushed up behind me and
something a little larger than the black butt plug pushed it's way into my
hole. Gosh, I couldn't believe anything bigger would fit but Sir Houser
made it happen.
	Then with my hole wrapped around what felt like a cannon and my
mouth opened in an O, Sir Houser stepped out in front of me and said, "Well
men, what do you think?"
	"Shit, that bitch looks like a fuck machine," BigMan laughed.
	"Oh, just wait," Sir Houser said as he picked up a remote and
pressed a button.
	Well, how do I explain this? Instead of that 'pussy pounder'
earlier in the day I was the one moving back and forth on a stationary big
silicon dick. So far this whole situation fit into my submissive desires
unlike the afternoon's wild events.
	It was then I realized as a submissive I could not control what the
men would do. Some of it would please me. Some of it would disgust me. But
all of it I would have to do.
	"So men," Sir Houser piped up, "We have a little fuck bunny. You
can stick your cock in her mouth, press this button and she'll suck you off
without a complaint. Actually, I think you might hear her softly moan her
approval as the machine does its magic. And best of all you will feel all
lip on your cocks."
	The funny thing is they just ignored me for awhile. Someone put on
the movie CaddyShack and they drank, laughed and talked about some
basketball game. There I was like some steer that had been roped at the
rodeo. I almost laughed when I thought about it since all cows are girls.
	But laughter wouldn't last forever. Oh no, before long BeltMan got
up and excused himself to the other guys saying, "I've got to take a load
off my cock!"
	Everyone laughed and then BeltMan walked over to me and unzipped
his fly right in my nose. I don't even know what he was looking at because
of the position I was in. He cock came out, thick, flabby and
flaccid. BeltMan took his thumb and forefinger (both of which had dirt
under his clipped short nails), lifted his cock up and just lay it into my
mouth through the forced gel opening. He let go and his uncut head fell
right onto my tongue.
	"Yes, the double lip is good," he said.
	My tongue was filled with saliva. Not because I was looking forward
to this but when you mouth is held open the saliva builds up. I don't know
why but if you ever find yourself in my position I'm sure you'll experience
the same thing.
	And for a brief moment his cock remained in the same place; while I
saw his hips turn to the left a bit and answer a question someone asked
him. All I heard Belt Man say was, "Sure."
	It didn't take long for me to realize what the 'sure' meant. In
just a few seconds I felt a hand lift the skirt of my dress, which was
resting on the implant in me, and lay it on my back. Then, whoever it was
slapped my right ass check hard and my head bumped into BeltMan's stomach.
	BeltMan must have hit the remote because this is what continued to
happen for quite a while. The machine I was on pulled me forward further up
BeltMan's root and then it would push back onto the dildo in my ass. When I
started moving forward whoever was behind me slapped my ass again.
	The cock in my mouth grew larger. The soreness on my ass became
more stinging and as the next ten minutes went by it must have turned
Cayenne. No, I won't compare any of this to riding in a Porsche.
	Soon his cock became full size, engorged with his hot blood
coursing through it. I could feel the gel lips push against my teeth making
my mouth just a bit wider. Not much but still frightening.
	And when I was pulled forward his cock would extend past my tonsils
into the area where we all know makes us want to throw up. Get it out is
all I could think. But of course I couldn't do anything but accept it
deeper into my throat. I could feel my Adam's apple (sorry I do have one)
pushed forward and my throat filling like a sausage casing.
	Somehow, you don't throw up. Instead every time you have a chance
you try to lubricate it with your saliva. And every time his thick root
pushed down again I had to pass the point of trying to choke it back
up. Mentally, although I'll never know for sure, his cock seemed to throb
even more at the moment between that choke point and pushing down
deeper. It was as if that was his most thrilling moment.
	BeltMan's cock pulsed and I knew he was going to cum. But I don't
know why he didn't come until the exact moment the man at my backside
smacked my ass again, I moved forward, BeltMan's cock pushed near my choke
area and his spasm of precum shot warm fluid lubricating into my throat as
his cock pushed pass my choke point. He shot two more loads, this time
thick cum, into my throat as I still moved forward.
	I don't think the whole thing lasted more than a second but in my
head it will always take me at least several minutes to replay. It was
different than any thoughts of being a cock sucker. It was different than
even thoughts I had had back in my on line time with Master Cock when he
said he was going to do it.
	I was not a virgin anymore. I was not a man anymore. I wasn't even
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