"Let's go."
It may have been hard to hear me over the blaring music, but she nodded immediately. We fled the dance floor and hurried out of the club. I held her hand as we made our way down the winding streets of Bari Gotic. She was a sight to see. She wore a simple low cut black top that allowed plenty of her breast to show. On her feet were the red flats we had purchased earlier.
"Here," she said handing me the keys to the apartment. Fumbling, the right key finally found its way. We made our way up the stairs and inside. She rushed into the bathroom to pee. I took out the bag from the store and smiled. The door opened and she came out.
"Strip."
Right away she took her top off and unclasped her bra. Her massive breasts fell out. Her nipples were already pert. As she took off the black jeans her scent began to fill the tiny apartment. My cock was stiff.
Finally her pink panties fell to the floor. Stepping out of them, her dangling labia was free. I often asked her if her pussy had always been that way, or if it was the result of fucking so many huge dicks in college. She would laugh and say the latter.
I handed her the hood. She took it and began covering her head. Her long dark hair was completely hidden. Only her brown eyes and large lips were visible beneath the black cloth.
"What next?"
I handed her the gloves. She chose them that afternoon. We had been to many sex stores before. This time was different. Perhaps it was being in another country. She always accompanied me like a bored child, letting me chose whatever I pleased. This time she led the way, straight past the dildos towards the leather and latex. She asked which I wanted her to wear, replaying my many fantasies with a learned accuracy.
She pulled the gloves up her arms. She smiled as she rubbed her hands together, covered in latex for the first time.
"Do you like them?" She asked as she moved towards me. I undid my belt as she reached down to my crotch. I began kissing her as she unzipped my jeans. I was mesmerized as I felt the latex gloves pull my cock out. I reached around her ass and began fingering her wet pussy. She moaned as my fingers slid in her loose cunt.
"Get on your knees." I said, managing to pull myself away.
"Yes daddy."
"What are you?"
"Your filthy whore."
"What else?"
"A dirty pig."
"And what do pigs sound like?"
She began to oink very quietly. I turned her around and bent her over. I picked my belt up and pulled it tight. She shouted as I slapped it across her ass. It left a large red mark.
"Louder, pig."
She squealed much louder this time.
"Are you read for you tail, you fucking pig?"
She nodded as I grabbed the last items from the bag. I dripped some lube over her asshole and began rubbing it in. She squirmed as I forced a finger in her tight hole. As loose as her beaten cunt was, her asshole was as tight as the virgin Mary's. I stuck another finger in.
"How does that feel, pig?"
"It hurts" she whimpered.
I smiled and took my fingers out. Then I took the anal plug out. I rubbed some lube on the end and then shoved it up her ass. She buckled forward, but it was already lodged up her ass. The end had a small leather tail dangling out.
I looked her over. She was on all fours on the floor, her tits dangling. She was not the beautiful girl I had spent the evening dinning and dancing with. She was a pitiful shit willing to do whatever I demanded.
"What do pigs like to eat?"
"Asshole." She responded.
