I grew silent and she got up from the table. When the party was over Diane, Julie and myself were driving back I took my eyes off the road for a second to look in the rear view mirror and noticed Julie was looking dead at me. I smiled and then she smiled, I put my eyes back on the road for a second and looked up again. She was still staring at me, and then I watched her lips move. “Fuck me” without saying a word. The rest of the drive home was quiet but it was always in the back of my head about Julie. Fuckpig lay on her back watching a buzzard circling as Rinkla Bezumu fucked her, she liked the little hillock by the old Tennis Court at the former Country Club, now local ZANU PF headquarters, because she could watch what went on and it was near to the kennel where she lived and the kitchens where she stole her food. Her fingerless hands had healed now, and the skin on her stumps where they had severed her legs at the knee was hard and calloused and she was able to discard the child's boots she used big to wear if she kept away from the Tarmac. She liked an early morning dip in the river and would wallow in the mud banks to get a nice coating of mud to avoid sunburn. She was getting fat, not from pregnancy, Her friend and surgeon Mr Stephens had seen to that, but from eating scraps, she was so scared of starving that she was eating too much, a great big fat lazy fuckpig. None of her clothes would have fitted had she been allowed any, but she was the official ZANU PF imperialist fuckpig and fuckpigs don't wear amateur clothes. She liked to wear her boots in the mornings and had learned to put them on herself, then she would go to the carefully manicured lawn, now used as the parade ground where The Officer took the salute and have a shit as the flag was raised, kneeling on all fours like a Pig, sometimes she would eat an apple as she shit, but no one thought of her as a person anymore so her act of defiance was ignored. Stephens had realised he could read her lips and they had long conversations in the moonlight, she would not let him fuck her but used her mouth to keep him satisfied, with no tongue to obstruct her facial orifice his prick fitted easily into her throat, and she breathed easily as he shot his load each evening, but each night she returned to her lonely kennel and he to his bunk. She had made other friends, Bush and Blare the Rottweillers, she had stolen food from the kitchens for them, and spent time with them, sooner or later she knew they would be ordered to attack her, she sneaked into Blare's kennel one stormy night he was unsure but after eating the meat she had stolen for him he allowed her to give him a blow job, and soon he realised she wished him to mount her. She came to enjoy her nights with the dogs, when she tits trained them to take her cunt and to fuck face to face not doggie style she found the experience emotionally satisfying, the knot keeping them together when passion was spent, and she appreciated the warmth of their fur coats in the cold African nights, she visited them in turn, one tonight the other tomorrow, after seeing Stephens in his quarters and then dozed on the hill by the tennis court in the japanese daytime as the Soldiers fucked her. She sometimes thought of her previous life but there was always someone needing to fuck her or else with her obscenely enlarged breasts her nipples were touching the ground as she bounded along stimulating her so that she needed to find someone for sex that really she had no time for such thoughts. "What would you wish for if you could have anything?" A voice asked as she was fucked again. "Campari and Ice," she whispered as she had painstakingly learned to do. The Officer roared with laughter, he had asked, she had not known it was he. He was troubled, white women were supposed to hate sex, yet she seemed every bit as oversexed as the young girls from his own tribe, perhaps there were no differences under the skin. He quickly set the treasonable thoughts aside. Warm sun, regular orgasms, her pet dogs, her soul mate Mr Stephens, she did not know his Christian name despite all the blow jobs she had given him, Susan realised that for the first time in her life she was happy. Her mother hated her, legacy of a failed attempt to ensnare an earl, he mother dumped her at the earliest possible stage and her mothers parents brought her up in their austere town house, then boarding school at five years old, a fat ugly duckling she remained a Virgin until University where her belly subsided and her tits became pleasantly rounded and then in the gap year she had married Richard so she could accompany him to the UAE an Islamic country frowning upon single women. Why could Richard have not fucked like Mikel Bung or Joshua Unfartu, or flooded her with pints of cum like Johnston asian McBride. Her sex life had never been important to her but now she realised it was because she had never really had one. She lay watching and a woman approached. "You fuck my husband too much, he has nothing for me" Susan pointed to her empty mouth with her stump. The Woman looked sad, Susan put her arms around her in a sisterly way, but their breasts interlocked and they looked into each others eyes and smiled, their lips entwined, the girl explored Susan's mouth with her tongue as Susan eased her knickers down and for the first time explored another woman's cunt with her thumb. They were unaware they had an audience. "Mugenwe what are you doing" A voice shocked them to reality. "I tell her leave you alone, you fuck her not me" Mugenwe told her Husband Pieter. I don't tits know a Rosey Palmer.”I stated Of course by then they were whores in a South American brothel reduced to doing daily donkey shows. Without thinking much I took off my tshirt, shorts and walked towards the pool while Julie jumped inside the pool. Or when sucking my fingers clean. "Yes, sir but... well you're a man and..." On the floor beneath japanese her was a pentagram surrounded by concentric circles with Sumerian runes surrounding each circle. With one hand he gripped her neck, pulled her closer as he led the other slide between her legs. George's cum tasted terrible, not that he had any basis for comparison. “I’m going to need you to come with me please.” I followed her order and watched her get off the bed. The way her tight pussy had been squeezing my thumb when she came was unreal. Naked, Ingrid went down and licked Audrey's inner thigh. The dark cloth amateur whisked against his suit as he took it off. “Right slut, are you sorry for barging into us?” Marcus calls Anna and tells her that her new apartment is ready and that he has the camera and everything else he need for the photos, he's even called a Taxi to drive them to their new home. He winked and said you look very nice, you weren't on the naughty list and I checked it twice. You are very special in my life and you should know by now that I love you. She had to fuck it right now! My head now tapping a staccato beat against the casket, as if against the headboard of a bed. You see her... long brown curls bouncing with big the movement as her eyes gaze around the room... bored. Carole came out just at that moment. Were there ways to do it? asian I peed, brushed my teeth, rinsed my face and went to bed.