Being Mr. Miller’s Slut – Part 2

I’d been ‘working’ at Mr. Miller’s for almost six months now loving every minute of being his personal slut. Ever since he’d raped me then gotten my father to let me come help him out around his farm I’d been coming to stay every weekend. I’d had a birthday, and was fourteen now. My brown hair had grown to my shoulders because Mr. Miller likes long hair, my green eyes were still bright and even though my tits had grown out of my 32B cup they weren’t quite at a C yet so my bras were too little. I hadn’t grown any taller so I was still 4’8”, but I’d gotten periods now. Mr. Miller made me shave any hair that grew on my cunt, and somehow found a doctor to give me birth control without parental consent. So things were good.

The first two months I’d come out in the mornings and Mr. Miller and Duke his big german shepard would fuck me all day until Daddy came to take me home. I was always scared daddy would smell the cum dripping out of my holes but he never did. The third month Mr. Miller told dad it was such a long drive to make four times in a weekend that it would be ok to leave me overnight on Saturdays or even Fridays and from then on dad would drop me at Mr. Miller’s on Friday nights and come get me on Sunday nights. The first time I was left overnight Mr. Miller finally let me out of the house. That Saturday morning he took me out to the farm dressed in boots and a short skirt, but with my tits free. “Only need to wear boots and a skirt to keep from getting hurt, sluts don’t need no other clothes.”” He said. He took me out to a corral he had, and told me to grab hold of the top post. As I grabbed on he pulled my hips out and laughed. “You’re going to love this slut, nasty thing like you deserves this.” Then he blindfolded me snickering. “It’s a surprise.” Soon I heard him come back and I heard whuffing with him. I thought he’d brought Duke back with him to fuck me outside. Soon I felt something cold shoved up against my cunt, and I automatically spread my legs, moaning. I heard Mr. Miller laugh lowly. “Yeah fuckpig spread your nasty cunt for him.” I felt the cold nose against me again, then heard movement as Mr. Miiller positioned the dog on a haybale behind me. Then I felt something strange slide into my cunt as a heavy weight hit my back. Something squealed and Mr. Miller laughed yanking off the blindfold. His huge boar Hugo had his feet on the post next to me, and was driving his corked cock into my dripping cunt for all he was worth. “You really are a fuckpig now, fucking a pig you nasty slut. Tell me how good it feels.” I couldn’t lie to him, he had turned me into the slut I was and he knew I liked it. He knew I loved to have cock stuffed up my cunt and him watching. “I love it sir, it feels good to be fucked by a pig. I want to be your pig fucking slut.” Mr. Miller walked over, and slapped my tits hard smiling. “You are cunt, you are.” The pig grunted and pummeled my cunt. It’s corkscrew cock felt funny but I came hard as it shot hot sticky cum up my fourteen year old cunt.

For the next two months, the huge boar was added to the fucking schedule on the weekends.