I’m a good girl, and I always was, even my daddy told me that. He trained me in lots of special ways to be good with a man. He said if I ever told Mommy she wouldn’t think I was a good girl, but he told me I definitely was. That was good enough for me, because he always hugged me a lot and everything, a lot more than Mommy ever did.

Even when I was little he told me I was sexy and that I turned him on big time. Mommy had to go to work on weekends, and he’d take advantage to help me with my private sex training, as he called it. We started the training when I was like 7, so I had lots of experience before I went to college. He had a really big dick, and I was like 11 before I could take the whole thing all the way into me.

These guys who are my friends have big dicks too. They are doing really well at selling stocks, and they really love girls. They like the look of us, and are always putting clips on our cuntlips to hold them open, or to dangle little weights or tiny bells from them, that ring while we walk or are getting fucked, or will use rubber cement to glue our cuntlips wide open just to look at them.

It’s just that these guys really like to see a girl’s cunt, the most compelling thing about her, they say, and they like it to always look like its feeling horny. They even call us cunt, like they don’t know our name, and we let them do stuff to us because they always want to see our sex organ ready and open for business, and I guess its fair because they do the same kind of shit to all of us.

They’ll even put a big hard rubber ring up inside our fuck hole to hold it wide open so they can see right up inside us, right to the cute dimple of our cervix. They pull the ring out when they’re ready to fuck us, but then put it back in right after they’ve ejaculated inside us.

When they use that ring inside our cunts I always think its a pretty humiliating thing to do, but you know I think it’s also really cute, from one perspective, sort of a male way of seeing things. Its to our advantage if we do whatever the guys like, just because they want to do it, and never ask. Once they figured out we’d let them do anything, they really started pushing the boundaries.

One afternoon we were surprised when our old boss showed up, with a pair of 14-year-old girls in tow. We were all naked, wearing only our heels, ready for action when the guys got home from work. Our ex-boss told the girls to get naked, and then she took off her clothes too.

These two kids she’d brought seemed pretty young for the way we partied, but it wasn’t up to us to set standards for our horny boyfriends to stick to. They did look pretty sexy in their high heels. We’d never seen our boss without her clothes on, and were surprised she had an amazing body, with big firm tits, a slender waste and an incredible cunt.

She told us something we would never have guessed. When a girl didn’t show up to work, it was always because she had sold her to a client that lusted after the girl. Her studio was just a place to showcase young cunt, and treat them as nothing more than product to be moved. The women also went to the studio to get their hair and makeup done, but that was secondary to check out fresh young cunt.

She then startled us when she told us she had sold us to the stockbrokers, that they needed party girls, and were able to pay for us what she asked. She didn’t say how much we were worth, but we knew already that only rich people were her clients, so they probably paid a bundle for us.

We were, of course, properly shocked. We had never thought of ourselves as merchandise. Maybe that accounted for why the rules for cunts at their place were so one-sided. We had to do everything we were told, and they could do to us whatever they liked. That pretty much fit the description of us being their property.

Our ex-boss told us the guys who were our boyfriends, who it turns out had bought us, were getting ready for taking in a new batch of fresh cunt, which is the way she put it, and these two young girls were here today to see if this was an age that interested them. She was certain these girls would please them, but she wanted to be sure.

She also let us know that the guys were planning on bringing in a lot of new girls, which surprised us further, because there were only so many girls they could fuck in an evening, and the rooms where we stayed were full, with no room for new girls to stay. This was a puzzle.

The guys did include us in what they were doing. They even let us help them sell stocks, sort of, in what they say is a really meaningful way. They rent us out to some of their better clients, because the guys who buy their stocks are willing to pay for a quality fuck either from a woman they know or the girlfriend of someone they know, but are too proud to use a call girl or hire a prostitute.

That’s where we come in. We don’t get paid, so its not as if we’re whoring or anything. We’re just helping out, because we’re rented to them. The clients are a lot like our stock trader friends, because they like to do all kinds of weird and unusual things to us, and we have to play ball.

Our boyfriends get five hundred bucks for renting us to a client. We take them to a hotel room, where our boyfriends have set up lots of secret cameras. When one of us takes their client there, we get naked, and tell them we like to do it with the lights on so we can see them.

We fuck them on top of the bed, where the cameras can see everything. Its not like we’re really alone, because the cameras are always turned on to catch all the action, and our boyfriends are watching everything. It turns out our boyfriends enjoy watching their clients fuck us as much as they like to do it to us themselves.

I know that fucking guys, even just one, when everyone can see is different from whoring, and not the same as doing it in private, like being a whore or anything. Only whores will go into a room with a guy and close the door, fucking him in the dark. That’s really perverse, and dirty. I think I told you, I don’t do that kind of shit, I’m a good girl.

My stock broker friends make lots of money from streaming the video session of us doing their clients live to their private pay site on the Internet, and then tell their clients they’ll have to place all their orders through them, buy and sell, or they’ll release the videos they made on Youtube.

They never have to post them, of course. Their clients don’t’ like it much, but they all buy and sell their stocks through these guys, instead of getting their careers ruined by exposure of their sexual habits. Our boyfriends have a really good thing going, and we get to have fun getting their clients to show how horny they are, and how nasty they can be, on video.

Some of the dates they arrange for us are different. Like the first one I ever had was with a guy who’s hobby was painting. He was a real artist, because his stuff was always unique. When I was with him it was because he needed a cunt who was in season, so to speak. He needed to rent a girl having her period, who had her menstrual blood flowing.

I was at peak flow, so I got rented out to this kinky hobby artist guy. He was ready for me when I was dropped at his place, and I had to get out of my clothes right away. He had this big canvas stretched out on the floor, with white acrylic paint on it, to look like snowdrifts. I had to get down, spreading my legs wider than I ever had before, so that my cunt kissed the canvas, making a bloody cunt stain on the paint.

When he figured I’d done what he wanted, he got me to get up and he sprayed what he called fixative onto it, a plastic spray that held the color and kept it from getting smeared. He made me walk around the room twice, thinking that would refresh the drops of blood coming to the front of my cunt, then made me get down and spread again, just a few inches from the first stain of my menstrual blood.

As I was making the 4th cunt-print, the guy who rented me from my boyfriends suddenly lashed my bum with his belt. Of course that made me scream, and he stopped. When I got up I saw what he was doing. The sting of the belt made my hips jerk just a little bit, enough to cause a slight smear of the cunt blood print I was making.

He had me get down again right away, and there was almost no pause between the rest of the cunt blood prints I made for him. As a result of the quick repeat, there was less of my menstrual blood in my vestibule each time, so the prints got continually smaller. The result was amazing, if you’re into art.

It looked like cunt prints fading off into the distance. I was pretty good at this. What I didn’t like was the lash across my bum with every cunt-print I made, so each one became less distinct. This guy had figured out how to paint pictures with a menstruating cunt. Mine.

Whenever one of us was rented out to their clients, the guys would make us take a shower and a douche when we got back. The douche was a bit different than normal, but worked well. They said it was the cheapest and the best. We’d get a bottle of coke, take the lid of, cover it with our thumb and shake the shit out of it, then stick it into our cunt.

That made us workable for them, since the guys hated fucking a bloody cunt, but would fuck a cunt full of coke anytime. We’d have to screw in the shower, because they didn’t want to get sticky coke juice from us all over their apartment. That works good for me, since I love getting fucked under a flow of warm soapy water.

Their clients were sometimes really straight, but more often pretty kinky guys. One of them was really into breath control, the hard way. He had built a scaffold in his basement, and wanted me to play hanging on it. He had a really thick rope with a big noose, and promised me it would keep me from choking. Ya, right. When pigs fly.

Thank God he wanted to play short drop, with only a bit of slack when I stood on the stool. He teased me for quite a while to get me really nervous before he kicked the stool out from under me, and I was swinging by my neck, wearing only my heels. He didn’t pay much attention to me, because he was too busy with the cameras he had set up to get lots of video and still shots of me swinging and dancing in air.

I could tell from what he said that he’d never put his weight on a noose around his neck. The fucking thing was really choking me, and making it damned tough to breathe. I was pretty sure the guys who were my friends who rented me to him had no idea what the fuck he was up to. This was serious shit. My lungs felt like they were bursting.

All he let me wear was my heels. I was so distressed that I kicked as much as I could, and that made me swing around in circles. I remember peeing before I passed out. When I came to I was on my back on the floor, and he was sitting on my chest, his pants down, and was jacking off, spurting warm semen onto my face.

When I screamed for him to stop, he got off, said I was okay, and got me back up onto that stool with the rope around my neck again. Again he kicked it out from under me, and the rope grabbed my neck so tight I thought my head was coming off. No shit. The pain came back to my lungs, I kicked my legs hard, peed again, and then blacked out.

I came to with him sitting on me again, pumping his penis like mad, but it was too soon for him to be able to cum again, so he pissed on my fucking face. Honest. I couldn’t believe it. The asshole took some time riding me, not to give me a break, but to give himself time for his nuts to regenerate.

He finally got me back up on that fucking stool. This was insane. Once more he kicked out the stool, and I kicked, swung, peed and passed out, this time really quickly. When I came to he had an old coat on me, and had me at the curb, pushing me into a cab. Thank God that was the last I saw of that fucking asshole. Good riddance.

Sometimes our boyfriends will get us super high and then pierce our lips, ears, nose, nipples, navel and cuntlips just for the fun of putting big brass rings into us, and sometimes even harness us like we were nothing but fucking horses. The parties we have are always hot, fun, and we all do what the guys need us to do, but as you can imagine, sometimes they get a bit crude, if you want to look at it that way.

Every now and again the guys get us a bit high on snow, and we all play a fun game of chance called ‘time of month’ or ‘kill the bunny’ where all of the girls line up at the bar, leaning forward, panties off, and the guys all take turns porking us from behind, shooting their semen into us, just to see which of us girls are most ripe for breeding. It’s really a hoot.

They make us all go off the pill a couple of weeks before, just to get the medicine shit out of our system. The game lasts a week, like they ride us bareback as soon as they get home from work, with no protection, to make sure we all get a good injection of their semen, loading our gonads with their cum.

We crash during the day, when they’re gone to work, and then resume the game at night, ordering in pizza or Chinese or whatever, and get balled by maybe 20 guys a night. At the end of the week we all take the ‘kill the bunny’ test, to find out which of us girls managed to get ourselves pregnant.

Its a real rush, because we never know how many of us will find ourselves knocked up. Any girls who are pregnant have to bring in two new girls, to keep the group going and growing, and so on. The girls who get seriously seeded have to fuck off, so we never have swell-bellies hanging around. Our guys always need to have lots of hot party girls in the group just to keep things interesting for them.

When we’re pregnant they have a small apartment for us to stay in, and they get us a job as nude waitresses in a bar where they like to have swell-belly girls working naked, because the bar’s called Swellbelly’s. The owner is a fat woman, who likes big bellies on her nude serving girls. You can tell by the fact we work naked that its an after-hours place, with its ‘front’ door down narrow stairs in a dark alley.

We get to take turns as entertainers. We just climb up onto the bar, and a client will pay to perform with us. We work on our hands and knees, and out of respect for the load in our hanging bellies, they’re only allowed to pork us up our bum. Only three guys get to mount us, changing off after they empty their load of semen into us, and after the third we go back to serving and another girl takes our place.

If we have to leave our party group because we’re knocked up, we have no choice but to come back months later when we’re fully ripe, and do a ‘special’ to earn our way back. We have to take part in an amazingly fun weeklong ‘sprog-dropping’ party, where those of us that got ourselves knocked up get induced into popping our pups.

Like for real swingers like me, everyone knows that’s the usual way a fucking party pregnancy, an accident, is supposed to come to an end, right? Like our friends the stockbroker guys told us that in New York you can find a live birthing party going on several times a night. No shit.

When one of us swell-belly’s water breaks, she gets up on the bar, wearing only her heels and perfume, her cunt all looking swollen open from her masturbating to get herself ready. If we’re the one doing the birthing show, our wrists get tied behind us, holding our arms so we can’t use our hands to help get the sprog out.

A guy gets up with the girl who will be birthing and gets his prick up into her ass, holding onto her tits. I think that adds a lot to the show, don’t you? He butt-fucks us while we do a filthy dance, thrusting our groin out to give everybody a clear view of our swollen and stretching cunt.

When we’re ready, helped by grinding and thrusting our hips, our cunt spreads with the top of the sprog’s head starting to show, and we heave and thrust, like we’re trying to shit it our of our cunt, and the guys all start to jack off watching us. You can’t believe how hot it is to have all the guys jacking off just from watching you.

Sometimes there’s a breach, you know, where the sprog’s feet start to come out first, but we’re on our own, we have to do it all ourselves, without help. We have to keep it up until we drop our pup. It usually takes quite a while, so when a guy cums up our ass, he gets off the bar and another guy takes his place tail-gunning us.

This makes it so a cunt is being butt-fucked while her sprog comes out, and dangles by its umbilical chord. It always looks fucking amazing, her pup outside her, swinging by the thick cord to its belly. None of this is done with us lying down, with a doctor, some nurses or midwifes helping. We have to do it ourselves while standing up and dancing, and hosting a madly rutting penis thrusting up our ass.