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[b][u][center]The Boss’s Sow[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Part 1[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For foogo[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Sallie Beam was an average woman with above-average endowments. She had a beautiful rack that drew attention from every straight and bi guy that she ever found, as well as an ass that didn’t quit, and she always loved to show them off. Her neighbors were well-acquainted with her swimsuits that she wore while she was gardening or pushing things around in the yard, and she didn’t mind giving the guys a show if they were willing to get into an argument with their wives at the end of the day.

Not that she did it too much. She did have her own husband, after all, and Philip was a good guy. A little slow, a little bit weak as men went, but not a bad man at all. And being appreciated for more than her looks was always nice in her books.

Of course, lately, he’d been rather quiet, rather secretive. There were days when he came home from work six hours late, barely slept for a couple more, and then was out the door before the sun was up. Sallie didn’t know what kind of schedule he was keeping at work, but it was slowly killing him, and for all she knew, it didn’t mean anything to their bank account.

She was just starting to check them again when there was a loud knock at the door. She blinked, sitting up, pursing her lips to the point where some of the lipstick rubbed off as she got to her feet.

[i]What in the world…[/i]

There was another knock, louder this time. She hesitated in the hallway, then moved to the front door, looking out the window rather than the peephole.

[i]Boars?[/i]

She hadn’t expected that. While there were plenty of animal-folk in the world these days – some sort of lab experiment that had gone awry before her time – she hadn’t expected them to show up in her neighborhood. That would be like her husband going to one of theirs. That sort of mixing just didn’t happen.

Nor did this look like the average set of boars, either. Two of them were in suits, though they were barely fitting into them, and the third, bigger and broader than the first two, was in a full-on tuxedo. His trotters gripped a cigar, and he leaned back from the door with one hand in his pocket like some old-time gangster.

Sallie didn’t like the look of things, and she wished that her husband was home. However, with him probably still at work, and therefore out of contact, she had to deal with it herself.

[i]Well…at least I’m not flaunting the goods that much right now…[/i]

Pulling at her shirt so that the cleavage wasn’t quite so dramatic, she moved back to the door and opened it. Not much, though, and she kept the chain up.

“What do you want?” she said, keeping her worries out of her voice as much as possible.

“You Philip’s girl?” the big hog at the back asked.

“Yes, I’m Sallie. What do you want?”

“Heh, well, look at you…I thought that loser couldn’t do anything right, but here you are, sweet as sunshine, and twice as hot.”

Her cheeks burned at the idea of getting that sort of compliment from a pig, and she shook her head rapidly.

“What do you want?”

“Heh. Haven’t you heard? Your hubby’s in the hospital.”

“Philip?! How?!”

“We put ‘im there. After he didn’t pay up.”

Sallie’s mind was in a whirl, her thoughts going this way and that as she tried to make some sort of sense of what she’d been told. Her husband, in the hospital? Because he hadn’t paid up? That meant that these people…these pigs…were probably gang members or something, right? And that meant that they didn’t care about breaking the laws.

Her mouth must have been hanging open, because she got a good taste of foul pig breath as one of the other boars snorted at her. She coughed, stepping back from the door, and one of the thugs kicked it in. The sheer strength of the boars was beyond anything that a human could summon up.

They stepped into her house, the two boars walking by her while their boss walked up beside her. They started tossing the house, all without her permission or consent.

“H-hey! Leave that alone! I didn’t say you could come in!”

“Nah, but your hubby did,” the big boss pig said, snorting hard through a flatter nose than she was used to seeing. He tapped out his cigar, tossing it to the ground and grinding it into their carpets. “See, he said that we could come here and wait for him. Heh, least that’s what it sounded like when he was whimpering. Couldn’t take a little broken arm.”

“You broke his arm?!”

“See, he owes us a hundred grand, sweetheart. That money’s gotta come from somewhere. You got anything here that can make a start?”

A hundred grand? That was more than he made in a year. Two years, at that. Was this…this had to be what he had been working so hard for lately. He had to have been trying to put together a payment for the mob.

But now, with him in the hospital, they’d need it to pay for that. There was no way that they’d come anywhere close to being able to pay off all this. Not now, not for a long time.

“We…we can’t do that,” Sallie said. “We don’t have anything like that much.”

“Oooh, that’s a pity, sweetheart, a real pity. But I gotta have something, or I’ll look rather…weak,” he said with a snort and a smirk, looking her up and down in an all-too-familiar way. “Course, if you had something to offer, then maybe we could work out a deal.”

“What…you can’t be serious…”

“I’m dead serious, doll. You got the knockers to keep me interested.”

The way that the boar grabbed at his crotch, there was no doubt just what he meant. The idea of putting out for someone like this, sleazy as he was, made her sick to her stomach, but what other options did they have?

She wished that Philip was there. She wished that she could have him around, just so she didn’t feel so bad considering it.

Not that she was into the boar in the slightest, but it was more the possibility of how to get them out of this without losing the house. With Philip in the hospital, with everything else going wrong, they could end up losing the house.

And that was if the mob didn’t start pulling strings.

The boar reached out, deliberately fondling her chest, giving her boobs a squeeze.

“Heh, what do you say, dollface? You gonna be my sow for a while, or are we walking out and paying Philip another visit?”

“…”

“I’m waiting, girl.”

“Fine.”

She didn’t like to make decisions so quickly, but she knew better than to hold out. They were already doing a good job of trashing the hallway, throwing several old plates to the floor, doing everything that they could to rip paintings off the wall and worse, and she didn’t want them to get further in the house. It was bad enough that the stink of boars would be all over the place for the week. She didn’t want it to –

“Then get on your knees, doll.”

She looked down, watching as he fished his cock out of his pants. It was a thick, horrible thing, looking like he had been holding it inside for a while. A humanoid shaft, at least, but the tip was thick and heavy with smegma, yellowed cock cheese that clung even to the tip of the uncut cock.

She gagged in the back of her throat at the sight of it, trying not to think about how horrible it was, but the fact was…well, it was.

Sallie didn’t have a lot of choice, either. Even with the other boars watching, she had to go down to her knees. Settling there, she looked up past his dick. She tried to ignore the way that it was slowly growing, or the way that the bearded boar looked down at her the way that an old slavemaster might have done.

[i]I’m not yours,[/i] she thought. [i]I’m doing this for Philip.[/i]

“Go on, then. I ain’t gonna wait all day.”

The first lick was as horrible as she thought it would be, and she almost gagged as the stink and the taste combined to make her want to throw up. The horrible stench just about burned the hairs out of her nose, and her eyes rolled back as far as they would go as she took that first lick. It was burning hot, salty, and horrible, and she swore that it was turning into something that was coating her teeth and tongue with a horrible oil.

Even as she gagged, Sallie forced herself to keep licking, to keep dragging her tongue along the head of his cock. It was a thick thing, almost too thick for one hand, and she had to keep grabbing it with her free hand to keep it from bobbing around.

The other boars oinked and laughed from where they stood at her sides, reminding her that they were there, reminding her that she had an audience that was getting off to what she was doing. If it wasn’t already humiliating, it certainly was now.

“Yeah, keep cleaning that dick, sow,” the big guy said, smirking as he rubbed her head with fingers that were rougher and smaller than a human’s. “Get that tongue in good and deep.”

She didn’t like the taste, but she knew that she didn’t have to. All she had to do was oblige the big guy in charge, and eventually, this would be over. She slowly pushed her tongue past the edge of his foreskin –

“Mmmph.”

She did gag then, and it took all the willpower she had to avoid losing her lunch. Her stomach heaved at the raunchy, horrible taste of his dick, and her stomach rolled as she forced herself to swallow. The next taste was just as bad, and so was the one after that, but the crust around his foreskin was slowly coming loose.

Eventually, she licked off enough for her to be able to pull it down. She almost wished that she hadn’t, as the head of his cock was coated in even more of it. The little bit of pink where she’d licked it clean was completely outmatched by the level of white and yellow that covered the rest of his cock.

She gagged hard, having to turn her head away from the pig’s cock. The three boars oinked and laughed in unison.

“Hahaha! Little sow can’t take it.”

“She’ll learn, heh, she’ll learn.”

“For her hubby’s sake, she better.”

Philip. God, if he ever found out that she did this, this would be beyond humiliating. But…but she had to. If they were going to keep what little they had, she had to do this.

She slowly turned back to that dick. She couldn’t bring herself to lick around the head anymore. She was already dizzy, and any more suction around that, any more smegma smeared around her mouth, was going to have her puking. But she knew how to pleasure a man in different ways.

[i]Can’t believe I’m doing this…[/i]

She pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the side. Her bra followed, and she grunted as her breasts almost dragged her right off her feet, leaving her barely able to keep kneeling. They were even bigger now that they weren’t pinned behind a sports bra, their full GG weight pulling her down and making her struggle to stay upright.

“Ho ho, look at these boobs, boss.”

“Yeah, they’re fine boobs, boys,” the boss said, reaching down and squeezing one of her nipples with a trotter. “But I gotta feel ‘em to know if they’re great.”

“You’ll feel them,” Sallie said. “Trust me, you’ll feel them.”

She leaned forward, slowly pulling his cock between them, feeling the sheer size of it pushing her breasts apart in a way that Philip had never done. The comparison wasn’t fair, as the mob boss was horrible and her Philip was lovely, but one was a beast and one was not, and…there was some truth to stereotypes.

The boar’s cock was huge enough to bump her chin as she dragged her breasts up and down his cock, forcing herself to give him the best titjob she could. It was a sloppy one, considering it was such a bigger cock than she was used to handling, but it didn’t take long for the mafia boss to be huffing and grunting like the pig he was.

“Fuck yeah. She’s got the goods, boys.”

“Yeah? Think I can have a turn?”

“Heh, I wouldn’t mind a try. I hear humans are hot.”

“Fuck off, boys. This girl’s mine until that debt’s paid off.”

Until the debt was paid off. Not just today, then. Not just until this humiliation was done. There was no chance that Philip wouldn’t find out eventually, but she hoped she could at least keep it from him for a while. Just a little while. Just until she didn’t feel like dying of shame the minute that she thought about what she was doing for more than a second.

The foul cock kept nudging her chin from below, and she could feel it leaving smegma and slime behind. His balls were starting to bump the underside of her breasts, and she wondered how much longer it was until he would cum.

“Heh…ever seen…a boar cum, sweetheart?” he grunted.

“No.”

“Heh…it’s a mess…better put that mouth down…now!”

He grabbed her by the back of the head, shoving her lips down on the tip of his cock. The sudden foulness in her mouth was followed by a pent-up, sticky load, one that stuck to the inside of her mouth in a horrible way…and just kept coming.

“Heh…we boars cum from minutes on end…hope you have an empty stomach…”

[i]Oh no…oh no…[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Sallie Beam, a married woman, is approached by some mafia pigs that are intent on getting a payment that she can’t give…or can she?

Tags: M/F, human, pig, boar, mafia, blackmail, smegma, filthy, interspecies, human/anthro, humiliation, adultery, cheating, oral, fellatio, titjob, swallow, orgasm, cum, musk,