Out and about, making a fuckpig of herself

Marty had been going to the gatherings more frequently. He tried telling himself it was for gathering more information, to get all the names. But that was a lie. It was the perversity of it.

Lady Amelia Croft's milk had come in and attendees loved to drink from her heavy milkbags while pounding her. The larger she was getting, the more depravities she seemed to be awakening to.

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Once Miss Piggy finished cleaning Theodor's shoes with her tongue, she took the handlestrap of her purse between her teeth and crawled to the shower. The jizz, sweat, and juices poured away and after drying, the blonde doll searched the purse for a vial she'd left in it. Opening it, she held it to her Jose and snorted the thick jizz she'd stored in it. With ballcream burning in her shrivelled brain, she layered on thick, whorish makeup and chose to put her hair up in pigtails. The pig ears headband was back on and then it was time to pick an outfit.

Her previous outfit had torn holes in the crotch, she couldn't wear it. A shiny pink one piece swimsuit, her fat pussy pouting out the sides and eating the crotch if the swimsuit, with white bootyshorts left undone as her cock-hungry cunt bulges with carnal intent, and some white six-inch platform heels make her look much like a porn parody of Lara Croft.

She looks perfect, and she can totes slide the shorts and swimsuit tonthe side when she impales her holes on her fuckmachine bike.

She does stop to get Theodor's approval. He considers telling her to pick something else. To spend the whole day dressing and undressing for his amusement.

But he has other things to take care of and so sends her on her way with a mighty slap to her arse. The poor fuckwit looks so happy she pleased Theodor with her outfit choice as she trots out of his home, happy snorts echoing as she goes.

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Fleur Delacroix whined as she was spanked again. She was wearing one of the old outfits of her employer, Lady Lara Croft, and the Butler, Winston, was hurling **** at her when her accent became too pronounced while worshipping his old and wrinkled nuts.

She could beat him, she was very accomplished in Savate, while he was old enough to be her grandfather. But he'd recorded the night she'd got drunk and brought some well-hung men to fuck her on Lady Croft's bed. Since then, she had to do as he said.

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Returning to Clothing the Dense, Miss Piggy knew she couldn't enter. She pulled out her phone and messaged her friends inside, sharing selfies. The lucky bitches inside were taking pictures while sucking and fucking while Miss Piggy had to rely on rubbing her plump and pulsing pussy.

A Man needed to take her in. Whether it was a Man with money to spend on a brainless cunt or a man who'd take her cards and pay with her money, someone had to take her.

Some nasty brat of a boy, nineteen, showed a picture on his phone. It was the app! She looked down at the charm anklet and remembered one of her newer charms had a tracking chip with an account so rich men could know where to find needy, worthless fuckpigs in their area.

He slid a hand down her back and fingerfucked her arse while picking toys and outfits. He liked her tattoos and called her Oinkslut the whole time. Even though he was shorter than her, she kept leaning all over him as he took her to multiple anal orgasms.

The new clothes and her earlier outfit were sent to her flat, along with a man to install the slut-door. She couldn't wait to crawl into her home.

Her new outfit, as chosen by the boy, was pigface pasties over her nipples and cunt, a useless transparent skirt so short it couldn't even cover the pastie covering her cunt, amd some pink, plastic strap gauntlets and high-heeled greaves. Her limbs were completely covered, and a fun gimmick of the sleeves was how they could be locked in a variety of ways, binding her in place however someone might like. He locked her arms, her legs, her arms to her legs, and so on, as he finished his time with her by buttfucking her. Instead of cumming in her arse, he took her snorts as a hint and jizzed on the floor so she'd snort it all up.

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Wobbling slightly from the aftershocks of so many orgasms, Miss Piggy entered the Grocery Store to get some more vegetable dildos.

"Ahhh! I'm sorry!" Miss Piggy turned as she was stripping at the entrance. It was the Manager. Her big natural tits were covered in bruises. The customers she was being manhandled by were men the Manager had banned from the store for propositioning female customers. Seemed she was getting her deserved punishment in the blonde doll's worthless opinion.

It took a while to find everything, as she had to stop and spread her legs for any man in the store that wanted to "check her over". Her fat cunt was rubbed and her nipples were twisted, leaving her a drippy mess by the time she got to the counter.

A new cashier, who Miss Piggy recognised from her night out with Marty as a homeless man, questioned her over her purchases. She happily told him how she intended to pound her cunt hard with the carrots, cucumbers, and eggplants. She told him how the apples would get pushed into her arsehole.

Her words motivated a lot of men to pay for her purchases, and so she had a lot of men to fuck before she could leave.

The Cashier even took a turn and Miss Piggy congratulated him on his new job. Finally recognising her, he made her promise to visit the backstreets soon.

It was a slow walk home, with jizz dripping off her or leaking out of her. The apartment building was warmer than the day before, and the smell of sex was thick in the air. There were a couple of stupid women complaining about having to crawl through a slut-door, and some even dared to say they didn't want to dump their pills in the toilet and get seeded! Miss Piggy was actually upset she wasn't pregnant yet. How dare those women complain!

Crawling onto her home, she turned on her favourite pornos, some were Parodies of her, some were clips she'd been making herself. She had a long night to herself planned.