He told me I was a nymphomaniac and for the next fifteen minutes would feel hornier than at any time in my life. Somehow, I felt my body responding and I was totally unable to resist. The intensity of desire built gradually between my legs and as he was the only male present, I turned to him for sexual relief. I took his long, smelly thin cock in my hands and began to wank him off..
.dipping my head from time to time and taking his bell end into my hungry mouth until I could wait no longer. I pushed the old man back on to the couch and sat astride his thighs, my nylon clad legs swishing seductively against his coarse hairy legs. I remember looking down as I hooked the gusset of my knickers to one side and slid my aching channel over his cock and sank all the way down until his pubic hair was meshed with mine. Jay smiled in triumph and began to fuck into me.
“Come you ugly old bastard! I want you to spray your stinking come deep inside me!” as I humped up and down his long thin member. Jay duly obliged and my multiple orgasm hit at the same time as his semen jetted into the back of my womb. I remember falling back on to the couch and feeling the warmth of Jays spunk as it oozed out of my slit.
I watched as Jay got dressed without washing himself. He leaned over, handed me a piece of paper with a telephone number and whispered “I want you to get dressed and go back to your Hostel and behave as if nothing has happened. Continue your routine until 8:00 p.m. and then call me on this number.
Although you will remember everything that has happened, you will be unable to tell anyone and must act normally at all times. When I say the word ‘Pork’ you will wake up. When I say the word ‘Porkpie’ you will be totally under my command! Do you understand?” “Yes Jay.
” I answered meekly. “Pork!” said Jay loudly and I got up like an automaton and began to get dressed. I had just pulled my skirt over my knees when Jay said “Porkpie! Open the curtains” Immediately, I dropped my skirt and opened the curtains on to the alley.
Jay moved to the back of the booth. “Take the chair and sit in the window.” he said. I took the chair and sat down. “Now coax someone to pay for you.
” I stood up and leaned forwards partially exposing my breasts. A young black guy paused by the window, I winked and he smiled in return. Moving to the glass door I opened it slightly and he asked me how much. “500 guilder! tell him.
” came from the back of the booth. “Can’t afford you.” said the black guy sadly as he turned away. “Pork!” said Jay again.
I closed the curtains on a couple of leering men and carried on getting dressed. Jay was now confident he had me totally in his power and left the booth. I returned to the hostel and despite my ordeal, was able to carry on totally as normal until the 8:00p.m. deadline when I picked up the ‘phone in the hallway and dialled the number Jay had given me.
The ‘phone was answered immediately “It’s Joanna.” I said. “Thank you Joanna for being so prompt.” came the oily tones of Jay at the other end then..
.”Porkpie! Are you listening Joanna?” Something in my brain forced me to give my undivided attention to the voice at the other end of the line as I answered “Yes.” Jay gave me instructions to wear the same type of underwear as I had done earlier, but to wear a loose front buttoning cotton dress if I had one, or a loose skirt and blouse.
My shoes had to be high heeled. I was also to pack a bag with a complete change of clothing, take a train to Haarlem and wait outside the railway station by the main bicycle rack. “Two men will meet you and will give you a small jar with some cloudy fluid in it. You will go to the station toilets and discreetly smear the fluid around the pubic hair between your legs and push as much of the fluid inside your quim as possible. You must then pull up your knickers tightly to keep the fluid inside you and report back to the two men.
They will then bring you out to the farm by car. Have you fully understood me?” Despite the power of hynosis the word ‘farm’ lodged in my brain and I was unable fathom why it should bother me so. “Yes Jay, I will leave for Haarlem now.” I was met at Haarlem as described by two fat sweaty men wearing check shirts and dirty jeans.
“Joanna?” the elder of the two asked as his eyes roamed over my full figure before gazing at the deep cleavage between my breasts. “Yes.” I replied and was handed the jar. “Farmers or farm hands.
” I said to myself as I made my way back to the station toilets. In the cubicle I did as I had been instructed and smeared the slimy fluid around my pubic hair. Getting the slime inside my slit proved rather more difficult. I ended up sitting on the toilet seat with my legs braced as high as possible against the door. I then inserted the handle of my hairbrush into my quim and trickled the slime down the handle.
It felt cold and clammy at first but warmed quickly with my body heat. Discarding the jar I rejoined the two men. I was led to a battered pickup truck and was told to get in. Within a few minutes we were heading out of Haarlem and into the surrounding countryside. The Sun was low in the sky as we turned on to a dusty track which led between two large fields towards the main farm buildings.
I noticed the array of pigstys scattered around the two fields, but the hypnosis kept the lid on any fears I may have had. The two men helped me from the truck, but held me firmly by the arms as I was almost frogmarched towards a large building. The sliding entrance door opened as we approached and in the brightly lit building were perhaps twenty pens. Each contained a boar of varying size. As I was marched between the rows of pens, my heavy breasts jiggling under the cotton dress, the boars set up a chorus of soft grunting, their wet snouts sniffing the air.
At the far end was an open area with a series of larger pens, some connected by narrow “runs”. There were other men working in this area, adjusting lighting and screens. Some were setting up large cine cameras, others just standing around having a beer. Although in Holland, English was used in a variety of accents and abilities to communicate. All this had registered with me .
..I knew why I had been brought to this place, I knew what was about to happen…
..but still I felt no fear or apprehension. Jay had been standing over by one of the pens and called me over. I walked towards him, everyones eyes had turned towards me as my high heels clicked against the concrete floor.
My hips swung provocatively, my titties jiggled and bounced as my brassiere fought to keep them in check. Jay embraced me and kissed me full on the lips, his tongue probing between my teeth. “Kiss me back darling.” he whispered “I want all these men to know you are mine.” I returned his kiss without feelings or emotion.
“Now my dear, see what I have in store for you.” he smiled as he led me to the nearest pen. The boar in the pen was already on his hind legs, his forelegs hanging over the top bar sniffing the air as we approached. “Stand next to him he won’t hurt you.” said Jay.
I caught myself getting worked up