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Boss's Night Out

Rodger-the-Dodger on Cheating Stories

A Boss's Night Out--Call him lucky!

by Rodger theDodger

A boss insinuates himself into the two lovers' scheduled romantic night...[FMM, Cuckold.].

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My lover and I have a lot of fun doing various things: dining, travel, shopping. But, it is our special Friday night visits that are, well, the icing on the cake. He and I are both married but to others and our married lives are boring with only the occasional "mandatory" sexual interludes. Jerry and I get together on some Fridays, when he is "away on business" from his mate and my mate is overseas. Jerry and I look forward to a little dinner, wine, fantasy, s

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urprises--as you will see--and the rest of the evening takes care of itself: sex in its many varieties and joys. Some say coming is good for you and we were good for each other.

Jerry had to talk me into our affair and it him took more than a year. I would get flowers at work only to tell him not to send them. Romantic cards would arrive which were, again, rejected. But he persisted and my will power weakened to the point I finally agreed to see him. My plan was to convince him to leave me alone. I was flattered by his attention but I was married. He finally confessed that he was, too. He was attracted to me, he said; to my personality, my body and ample breasts, girlish figure, my laugh. We met after work at a pub in the country...a good distance from where our own neighborhood. Discreet was the thing, you see.

With drinks, softening me...dinner filling me...laughing together. He enticed me to the point I wanted just one taste...just once and we could go our separate ways. He drove me a short distance and parked. Holding me, kissing me, tasting me, his hands going where they wanted...stroking and penetrating. I was warm all over before he made his final move. By then my body surrendered all resistance as bodies do. I was so hot to his touches, straddling his lap, fumbling to open his pants to see what he had. Then I was what he had. The car windows fogged. We were breathing hard as he thrust into me. I knew I was being a dirty girl...a very excited dirty girl. "I've got a surprise, honey," he whispered in my ear as I was holding and fucking him. He pushed me to the side...one knee on seat and my other leg near his.

He pushed me down at the waist. I didn't understand. "Squat down, honey," he whispered. He loved whispering in my ear. I sqautted down to where my cunt was against the gear shift knob. "More," he demanded and I let the knob go inside. I was spread wide and wet and forced it, spreading me more. He moved me around on it. "Wait!" he said. I stopped, the knob still inside. He turned the ignition. Now I was impaled on this vibrating thing. His surprise...and mine! He was laughing now. I was instantly coming, riding it hard and deep. I held on tight and was dizzy, grabbing him to me as he pet my thighs and felt where the knob was in me. "I can feel it inside you," he said. "Me...me...tooooo," I purred.

"We've got to go now." I'm late to get home. That was our first time but hardly the last.

I still got flowers and notes but now we arranged our trysts, often at my home when hubby was out of town. More games and fantasies. Usually, I would wear things Jerry got me for these special evenings. I thought about our "nights" all week long and by the time evening arrived, well, what can I say, I was really horny and ready. After all, Jerry had been fucking me in my mind from Monday to Friday, the anticipation growing each day.

This particular Friday night, I dressed in my French Maid outfit: a short skirt, small apron, hair in a pony tail, low cut blouse. That was it...no stockings or knickers to get in the way. Bare legs, bare bottom, no frills. I could feel the coolness from my wetting pussy and popped the cork on the wine he had sent...waiting for the door bell to ring...taking a sip or two of the wine to get a head start and I was completely ready for our evening of lovemaking.

The bell rang but when I opened the door, there was not only Jerry but someone else. "This is my boss," Jerry said.

I was both devastated and disgusted. "But I only have enough dinner for two!" I protested, looking daggers at Jerry. "We'll share the food and I even brought another bottle of wine," he said, "It'll be fine," as he and his boss, Mark, walked in. I decided to make the best of it, even in my agitated state. I'd settle with Jerry later...you bet I would. I did the best I could to cool down from the shock and cool my body down, too. I would wait 'til later.

We sat around our small dinner table, Jerry on one side of me and Mark on the other. He turned out to be nice and we all laughed at his unexpected visit with us. We talked and drank and nibbled at the hors d'oeuvres I had fixed. There was something strange about Jerry, though. He seemed off his usual mood and subdued. Mark took the lead in the conversation and so we finished off the first bottle of wine. All three of us were relaxed. "Tell you what, honey," Jerry said. "I'll fix dinner tonight and you and Mark can just talk. I'll open the other bottle." Jerry was soon back to fill our glasses. Mark and I talked while Jerry returned to the kitchen.

The next things I knew, Mark's knee bumped against mine. I looked at him smiling at me. This was nervous time. I had been so hot all week and had dressed for sex, as I'm sure Mark could see...but it wasn't Jerry touching my knee. It was his boss. My knee was ready for touching, just not by Mark. We sat drinking our wine and I felt the warmth of his leg...under the table he put his hand on my bare leg...I looked at him now...scared and questioning...my eyes were saying: "Jerry's in the kitchen and could come in at any moment...without warning...?" He squeezed my thigh and whispered--Whispering again!--"It's okay, he knows!"

A shock went through me. Was this another gear shift knob surprise? Jerry, the Rat, with another surprise for his lover...so he wanted to share me...without telling me?

I was so hot and wet and wine warm that I guess I was easy. Now Mark was moving his hand to my cunt. His hand hesitated, hoping that this was to be a special evening, waiting for my response. I parted my legs and moved down a little...one ear on the kitchen in case Mark was lying to me but my eyes closing and enjoying the feelings this stranger's fingers sent through me. I could feel my nipples harden, his fingers working on me. I began to shake and fought to stifle my responses. I sat upright and disengaged. Mark looked at me, my face flushed. Jerry came into the room with dinner, smiling at both of us. My cunt was aching and I pretended to be hungry for food as we ate and finished off the second bottle of wine. It was a hard act. I wanted something hard but would have to wait.

I wondered what would be the next surprise in our evening. What had Jerry planned? A little feel by boss Mark...or...something else? It wasn't long until I got a clue because Jerry announced, "I'm going out for more wine...I'll be right back." Just as simple as that and was up and out. Now I was alone with Boss Mark...the handsome and very forward man. I had wetted his hand with my passion only minutes before. I had teased the beast, as it were, maybe he wanted more.

"Let's go sit on the couch," taking my hand as we walked into the living room, "Jerry talks about you all the time and the fun you have. I asked to meet you...more than meet you. He said okay...we'll give it a try and see how you two hit it off." I smiled at him, crossed my legs and sipped the remaining wine in my glass. "So, how are we hitting it off?" he asked. I didn't really answer but uncrossed my legs. in reply. "He won't have to worry about job security. I can tell you that." I was always interested in job security, which translated to more of our outings, vacations, dinners, shopping trips. I was being pressured, very politely of course, and wondered if this really was what Jerry wanted. It was his surprise so he must have wanted it to turn out okay. I walked to the bathroom...thinking it all over. Was it only job security that Jerry had in mind or a new sexual thrill as well?

When I returned, Mark took my hand. I was standing over him. "Jerry will be back soon," he said as he reached under my tiny French Maid skirt...right to my spot. Smiling, he pulled me closer, kissing and feeling me as he pulled me onto his lap...straddling his legs...opening me wide to his urgent feeling. I was so hot. I was boiling over and my body was giving in even if I still had reservations about all this surprise evening. He was at my mouth and his fingers on my other lips feeling and probing as I shivered and shook. I broke away, finished my wine, looked Mark in the eyes as he took my hand again. "Unzip me," he said. I hesitated and he unzipped himself. "We don't have much time!" he said. Out came his full-standing large cock. The head was wet, his cock throbbing and he pulled me over him. Both his arms around my waist now and pulling me down. I felt his large cock against me, fumbling for an opening. I was thinking of a vibrating knob...letting his cock find me. I wasn't going to help him...playing a little hard to get. Teasing this wonderful beast I'd only just met. What would he think of me? What did I care?

"I've dreamed of this all week," he said, more fumbling. I lifted up, helping him. He was hard and straight. It wouldn't take us long. Then the door opened and in came Jerry with his wine! We froze. Jerry looked over at us...me straddling Mark, my face flushed. For a moment we were a frozen image of lust. Faces flush, bodies hot. Jerry just laughed..."I guess you two are getting along okay from the looks of it," he said, "I'll open the wine for us." I was shocked still...Mark's cock at my cunt...Jerry popping a cork...and just then Mark pulled me down. I was impaled on his cock and Jerry came with the wine and acting as though nothing unusual was happening. I was feeling the throb of Mark's cock deep inside as it flexed and teased me. Jerry sat down and took my hand: "Some surprise, right, honey?" he said. I knodded my head and Mark's cock flexed again. "Well are you two just going to sit there? Or are you going to do something?" he said, smiling. "You bastard," I breathed at him. "You bastard." I laid my head on Mark's shoulder, starring at Jerry...smiling, nodding, squeezing on this stranger deep inside me.

The ice was broken! The prick had pricked my wet cunt..I was impaled, hot and wet. What's a girl to do? I squeezed Mark's cock and hugged him all the time looking at Jerry...who sipped his wine and smiled. Now I was going to teach the bastard a lesson...or so I justified all of this to myself and squeezed on Mark again. "Are you just going to sit there with your cock in me?" I said looking Mark in the eyes and he lifted my thighs up and then back on to him. It felt like I was lifting off a pole and I tried to sit on it but Mark was teasing me now. It's strange but Jerry wasn't there any more in my mind...there was a man, a man's hot cock, and my hot, thirsty pussy...and forced down on this cock. I didn't need teasing, I needed fucking. I lifted off his cock until the tip was at my cunt lips and sat down on him again, building a rhythm, hugging his cheek. Jerry leaned over and gave me a wine kiss, putting a little wine in my mouth, feeling my back. He lifted my little maid's skirt exposing my bottom. "Everything fits!" he said. "You're a bastard," I whispered to him as my rhythm quickened. "Kiss me again. Uh! Uh!" I grunted and breathed into his mouth." Jerry was rubbing me. Mark was being a beast.

Now I was kissing my boyfirend and fucking his boss as he was wetting my mouth with wine...I was wetting his boss all over his cock...Oh! I wanted this thing deep in me and could feel Mark thrusting hard now. I bit his ear and whispered my breath on him and shook and came and screamed like I did when Jerry made me come. "Mark's so big!" I said. "Only the best for you, honey," Jerry said. I was sweating and hot and dizzy and resting on this big cock as it relaxed and softened.

"It's my turn," Jerry said. "I know you. You dirty girl. You're not finished. I know you too well. You got a taste and want another taste." I slipped from Mark's lap in a kind of daze as Jerry moved over me with his cock out now. Mark stood to one side and held my legs up exposing all of me to both of them. "You're pretty..and especially pretty right now." My little maid's skirt mess, my blouse open, my cunt open to these two horny men. I'll bet I was pretty. Pretty and still wanting more. Jerry did know me well...and often. I was too weak to reply and then Jerry was at me...his cock ready for its own taste. Mark was holding my legs apart, standing over my face opening me for Jerry. My lips must have been red. I knew they were ready. Holding me like that, my cunt was cool in the air. Jerry smiled and kissed me and I felt his cock searching, finding, slipping easily into me. I didn't know if I could come again but the whole excitingme. I was looking up at Mark, standing over me, smiling and bending down to kiss me, and Jerry began to work on me. Smiling, whispering: "I love you, honey." I was starting to build again. The scene, the surprise, the two good-looking men, enjoying me and I was enjoying myself. All my resistance was gone and I was fucking again...this time Jerry with his boss watching...I began to feel it again and my hips flexed. I tossed my head from side to side, letting out little grunts and sighs, exploring a second coming, exploding at my waist, this time on Jerry's cock as it stroked me. Jerry leaned and kissed me: But I told him: "He's better than you, you bastard. Now see what you've done?" Just whispers in his ear and I was thinking about that long ago night of dinner, drinks and, especially, a vibrating gear shift knob.

This special Friday dinner was a very memorable one. I was certain Jerry had the job security we both wanted. I was hot just thinking about it as I got ready for work on Monday morning wondering about our next rendevous. The door bell rang. It was Mark! I was literally dumbstruck. He came in and put his arms around me. "Don't kiss me, Mark. I'm just leaving for work! You'll mess my makeup." "Let's not kiss, then," he said. But he kept hugging me. "You're really something. I couldn't get my mind off you. Sit on the table." He walked me backward, lifting me on the kitchen table...my waist level with his. He unzipped and pulled out his beautiful cock. "I won't tell him," he said. "He'll never know about it." he said as he spread my legs. I admit, I was still hot from the thoughts of the weekend. He pulled my knickers to the side and hugged me. I was instantly wet. "I won't tell him. I promise" he whispered to me. It was my chance to get even with the bastard. If I didn't fuck him now I would be late to work...no time for preliminaries and certainly no messy kisses. I took hold of Mark's cock, putting it on my cunt, rubbing it and pulling him into me to begin a delicious morning screw. It was our secret. Mark's vibrating knob and me, impaled, flexing, coming, coming as Mark started his engine.

What a way to start the week!

I KNEW SHE WOULD

itsonlyfun on Cheating Stories

 I had a gut feeling about this happening.

We were 30 & 32 at the time and both highly sexed.

 A small summary about us; We're a happy couple living in suburbia,have a great sex life and have gradually explored our sexual appetite in the seven years of marriage. Our rear garden is discreetly private by the growth of hedges and trees. This allows sexual freedom for us.

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 Over a period of time I knew my mates in varying degrees had the hots for my wife Jackie. Flirting was not a problem for me in fact I got a real buss from it when directed at Jacki

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e. Time had proved my wife got very wet on receiving the attention,which was mostly light fun. Of late I had a gut feeling one mate in particular was getting difficulty in hiding he wanted more from Jackie than she realised. Pillow talk covered this at various time but my wife just giggled and lightly passed it off.

 On the other hand,in my hidden agenda I had a huge desire for a three in the bed experience - me, Jackie and another male - as I wasn't sure about her feelings on this topic,I'd kept it buried in my thoughts,but in fairness to my wife she had let me watch her being fucked by our bestman some while ago. He equally didn't realise I had,had an input to this by munipulating the situation.

 So in the current situation I had a few schemes floating around in my head to achieve my desire. To start with I'd never made any secret to my mates of how active and good sex is with my wife. Surprisingly I found some of my mates had admitted to very mundane sexual activity with their spouses. Dave,the mate with his tongue drulling for my wife was one of these. Armed with this knowledge I realised a way to get my plan moving was to let it be known to Dave I had a specific day in the week for a repetitive activity,namely a visit to my mothers also mentioning Jackie didn't come with me as they didn't get on together.

 Plan set,I added some fuel by making Dave aware of the time I get there and how hard it was to get away again. Never before 9pm. I lied. Came the first occurance I'd calculated the odds of Dave turning up as 60/40 but the chance of Jackie letting him fuck her to be 20/80 against. More likely he'd get a bit of tit squeezing if he caught her right. Sure enough,on arriving home Jackie blabbed,Dave came round but you weren't here,I told him where you were at; he said he didn't know that.

 Great plan - Did he say what he wanted? "No" I bet he really wanted a look at your tits, "Why" They all know you don't put a bra on,you must have noticed how they look at them when your nipples go hard! "No" You must do? "No" A super blush appeared from wifey's neck to her forehead. He tried it on didn't he? I tormented. "No he did not" Get on with you, "If you're so sure,go on then,what did he try?" To get a fuck? "Don't be stupid you know I wouldn't - alright,so he tried,it was no big deal" So,if he didn't get it,what did he get? "Well if you must know,he did manage a grope" Grope what? "My tits,you know a squeeze outside,then the bastard managed to get them both on the skin and... he had a hardon"

 Were you tempted? "Tempted what?" You know, I made a dry fucking movement. "NO I WASN'T" Ah! poor bugger don't get much. "Tough" ... In bed about an hour later I noted her pussy was extremely juicy so I was spot on with my gamble. Next week, he'll be back and I bet he'll try harder. I'd decided come next week I'll help Dave by starting Jackie a bit before departing,just rub her in all the right places,then assuming she doesn't dart off to masterbate to an orgasm,Dave will have his chance and I plan to be there to see it.

 A bit more of my plan; In our sheltered garden one can be quite inconspicuous and the french windows give excellent viewing from within or from outside in. A standard light virtually always on throws a bright area to the middle of the room. The only bit of my plan I can't overcome is if it happens at all, it happens upstairs! The week drags but then we're there. I fully intend to be around for the start.

 On leaving I detour round to secret my car and return via the back entrance to wait in my shed. As anticipated,Dave arrives and instead of knocking at the front door enters through the partly open french windows. Better than I planned,he has left the door type windows wide open whereas it was only ajar before. Even from my temporary observation point I can see my wife has her legs in such a position I can see up to her knickers if she had any on,which she hasn't. That was another thing I took care of when I was arousing her.

 Dave must have noticed this and sure enough he now sat with his back to the garden allowing himself a good view of my wifes pussy as her legs adjusted position occassionally. I now moved to my planned vantage point and while doing this my wife had got up and presented Dave with a glass while having one herself. On her turning back towards her seat Dave took a squeeze of her buttocks. Making to slap his hand she said,"None of that,you nearly made me spill my glass" - "Don't be like that,no one will no if,You know" - "Forget it,it ain't about to happen!" - "Just a bit of funning then" - "NO"

 Jackie having placed her drink down had a little smirky smile across her lips that just may have meant,maybe if you try harder. Dave,concluding the same moved on her like a stalking animal. I think my wife intended to move in resistance but not quickly enough,so Dave was now over her and his mouth was on Jackie's lips forcing a kiss from her. As she squirmed and wriggled to get out from under,first her legs went wide open revealing her hot pussy lips - I noted pussy was very puffy so from this I knew she was still as hot as hell, - Followed by her wriggling downwards her jumper had ridden up her chest allowing her tits to escape, - nipples flushed and as hard as organ stops. Eventually she finished up on the floor,even then in half turning she nearly escaped but in doing so revealed her lovely round cheeks and ass crack.

 "No,get off me" To late I knew,all the signs were there that my mate was about to fuck my wife. Wrestling his hand with her's Jackie lost as his fingers found her clitoris and hole. Still resisting but much less,"You fucking bastard" took on the tone I knew so well,this was the tone of - come on make me cum - Dave moved over to her side as she wrestled to get her skirt off - now naked from above her tits down, I watched my mate bring my wife to the boil,hands and mouth all over her sexy body. Memorising every detail of his hand and body movements till he got rid of his bottom clothing and offered his knob to her. Jerking in orgasm "Put it in for fucks sake get it in NOW" With a loud ugh! my wifes pussy devoured Daves cock.

 Then they were off, him like a jockey,her coming up at his cock like the horses saddle. Following Daves last mighty thrusts Jackie came with him,Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! as his jism found its mark in my wifes belly. They both collapsed to each other,my wifes legs open wide with Daves between but not closed allowing me a view of his sagging ball bag lying gently against my wifes ass cheeks. Wanking steadily the plants now got my contribution,a very large offering of jism dangling from the leaves.

 I heard Dave ask to have a lick at her pussy but it wasn't to be. "Not this week" - So this part of my plan had been achieved. Next the two up persuasion part. But I had concluded they needed a few weeks of what they'd just enjoyed before I coersed them further.

Pleasure Island

Dstories on Supernatural Stories

Five women decided to have a girl’s day on a boat out at sea. There was Kim who was Asian with black hair and eyes wearing a black bikini. Next was Crystal who was Latin with dark brown hair and eyes wearing a green bikini. Then was Lisa who was black with black hair and gray eyes wearing a purple bikini. A

TRISH'S STORY 3

paul1254 on Animal Stories

 TRISH'S STORY 3

I found my self in a very difficult situation.   I  had  found some pictures of women having sex with dogs at Pauls ( my boyfriend ) I had called him disgusting, finished with him and stormed out.

But the thing is, later I ended up letting Pip my Alsatian Collie cross fuck me. I now found myself missing Paul, who I had been with for 3 years. And if truth be known I still loved him.  And now I was trying to pluck up the courage to go and see him, and try to explain, what had happened.

After a lot of thought I rang him up, I asked him if I could come round on Friday night.  As was Paul's way he didn't ask any questions, of course, would  seven be all right?

I arrived at Pauls at seven as arranged, and even though we had been

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together for 3 years, I still felt very awkward,

Paul asked me if I wanted a drink, yes please I replied, my mouth had suddenly gone very dry, I had thought what I was going to say, but now that I was here I was tongue tied.  I felt like I was a school girl in front of the headmaster.

I sat down, Brutus his Alsatian came up to me for his normal scratch behind his ears which he loved.  He is a big loveable dog, and has never shown me anything but the soft, stupid side of him.

But things where different now, I found myself wondering what it would be like to be mounted by Butch.

Paul came back, gave me my drink and sat himself down opposite to me.  At one time he would never have done that, he would always sit next to me.  I know it was my fault, but even that little thing hurt me.

I looked across at Paul, and said I think I was a bit hasty the last time I had been here.  And I would like to get back with him. He looked at me with his beautiful dark brown eyes, and said, that he didn't know, I had called him a few choice words, which had hurt him and even though he still loved me, it was maybe better to call it a day.

I just sat there, I was shocked, I was sure that he would have had me back.  My stomach tightened up, and tears rolled down my cheeks.  I covered my face with my hands, I didn't want Paul to see that I was crying.

He got up came across sat down, and put his arm around me.  I turned my head and sank it into his chest.  Him holding me made it worst, I missed him, and Paul holing me like this made me realise what a fool I had been.

My tears ran down my cheeks and onto Pauls shirt.  Being the person he was he didn't say anything, just stroked my hair until I had calmed down.

Sorry Trish, if it hurts you, he said, but I am not going to change.  And I have never tried to impose my sexual fantasies into our love life.

I heard what he said, and agreed, he had never mentioned animal sex to me.  And we had been together for three years.

I lifted my head up, looked him in the eyes, and said I was wrong, and I would like a chance to prove it.

Paul put a his hands on either side of my face, and kissed me, it sounds stupid, but I got butterflies in my stomach.  I was so relieved, I kissed him back, putting my tongue into his mouth. Running around his teeth, and playing with his tongue.

When the kiss broke off.  I looked him in the eyes and said how much I had missed him, he kissed the end of my nose, and said that he loved me, and missed me too.

It was getting dark by this time, so Paul got up and closed the curtains. He got us both another drink, and this time sat down next to me.

About this animal sex, have you ever seen it I asked, only on film he replied.  Have you got any films? Yes a couple, ok then lets see one I said.  Are you sure he asked, a concerned look in his eyes, yes please I replied.

Whilst he was sorting out the films I got us both another drink.  We sat down on the sofa, and Paul put the film on, I laid with my head in his lap, getting myself comfy, the film started, with a young girl watching a blue film, it wasn't long before she had her hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy through her knickers.  She then undid her blouse, and played with her tits, she wasn't wearing a bra, and she rubbed her nipples, tweaking them with her fingers to make them stand out.

She then lifted up her arse and took off her knickers, showing a beautiful shaved pussy.  I was getting wet just looking at her pussy, but I didn't want to rush things, I had bigger things planned, if all went as I wanted.

She was fingering herself furiously now, and you could actually hear her fingers as they pushed into her wet pussy.

At this point a Labrador came into the room.  Went up to her and licked her pussy, she pushed him away, but he kept trying and she gave way, and let him lick her beautiful wet pussy.

I could feel Pauls cock under my head, and knew he had a hard on.  I lifted my head up, undid his jeans and pulled them down to his knees . His hard cock sprang out, I put my mouth on it, licking the head, tasting his pre cum, he let out a low moan as I sunk my mouth down his shaft.

 His hand rested on my leg, and he gently moved it up caressing my thigh hardly touching me, it seemed as if I was getting a electric shock from his hand.  It was more sensual because he was only just touching my skin.

I got up, and looking at Paul, I slowly undid the buttons on my dress, sliding it off my shoulders and letting it glide to the floor.  Which left me in my small red silk bra and matching knickers, Pauls eyes where glued to me as I turned round, undid my bra, took it off, turned round again so I faced him, with a hand covering each breast, I then pulled at each nipple rubbing them between my finger and thumb.

I slowly ran my hands down my body, teasing Paul with low moans, and sexual movements of my body.  When my hands reached my knickers, I slid my hand down the front and ran my finger up my split, rubbing my clit and letting out a moan of pleasure at the feeling I got.

Pauls hand was on his cock, gently running his hand up and down its length, I gently slapped him, and told him to leave it alone.  He made to grab me, but I jumped back, and told him to wait.

I then turned away from him and pulled my knickers off, bending down so he got a good look at my shaved wet pussy, and my arse.  I opened my legs, bent down and pushed two fingers into myself, I heard Paul let out a moan of pleasure, at what he was seeing.

I turned round and looking at him said did you like that, yes he said.  I went to him, undid the buttons on his shirt. Pulling him to his feet I removed his shirt, and pulled his jeans and boxers to the floor.  Sitting him down I pulled them both off him, and his socks, ( I dont like it when men keep there socks on)

We where now both naked, and I got on my hands and knees, and once again took his lovely cock in my mouth.  Looking at the film, the dog was still licking her pussy, but now she was playing with his cock.  This made my juices flow even more, as I thought of playing with Pips cock, and how it made me feel.

I took my head off Pauls cock, and said I want to do that.  Paul didn't answer, he just looked at me, his cock twitched as it sank in what I had said, you sure he asked, yes I replied. 

He got up, and went to get Brutus out of the kitchen. When they came back, I was sat on the sofa, my legs where open and I was fingering myself, thinking about what was about to happen.

Paul led Brutus to me, I held out my hand, Brutus licked it, I moved it closer to my pussy, he followed it, and then he was licking my pussy.  My eyes closed as I felt his wonderful long tongue, I opened my legs further, and pulled my pussy lips apart so he could get more of his tongue into me.

Paul sat next to me and kissed me passionately, do you like that? Yes its lovely, I said between moans of pleasure, he was kissing me and mauling my tits.  He put his mouth onto my nipple and nipped it with his teeth, and then pulling it so his teeth ran all the way till they came off my nipple, and then doing it again.

  Brutus's tongue was having the desired affect on my body, as he was sinking his tongue into my pussy trying to get all my love juice. He kept catching my clit, and my body was twitching and shaking with the sexual pleasure it was giving me. I heard Paul saying go on Brutus lick her beautiful pussy, taste her lovely love juice, make my darling Trish cum.

My body tensed up as I felt my first orgasm coming. I grabbed Paul and kissed him deeply, OH FUCK I SHOUTED IM CCCUUUUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNNGGGGG.

 Paul just held me as Brutus continued to lick me. I pushed Brutus away and got on my hands and knees in between Pauls legs.  Taking his cock into my mouth I sank my head all the way down, feeling his cock in the back of my throat, licking it, tasting his precum.  Brutus came up behind me, and I felt his tongue once again on my cunt, I opened my legs to give him better access.

  I pumped my mouth up and down on Pauls lovely cock, what could be better? I was in sexual heaven, I had the cock of the person that I loved in my mouth, and a lovely long dog tongue was licking out my pussy.  Paul grabbed hold of my head,  yes Trish that's great, I felt his cock pulse and knew he was going to cum, I lifted my mouth up so I could catch his cum.  Paul shouted YYYYYEEEEEESSSS and I felt his cum squirt into my mouth, his cock was twitching in my mouth as he pumped his seeds, I swallowed all I could, but I have never known him to cum as much as this before.

When he had finished, and I had cleaned all of his cum up with my tongue, I gave him another kiss swopping his cum from my mouth to his, so that he tasted it as well.

Paul put his hand between my legs and rubbed my clit, circling it with his finger.  Trish that was so hot, watching Brutus lick your gorgeous pussy.

Brutus was still behind me, licking my arse and Paul's hand, trying to get at my pussy again.  I pulled Pauls hand away from my cunt, and kissed him, saying just watch darling.

I got back on the floor on my knees facing Brutus, he straight away put his nose between my legs and licked my pussy again.  I reached under his stomach, and gently got hold of his cock, it was already partly out of its sheath, and it wasn't long before I could see all of it.

I was shocked, his cock must have been nine inches long up to the knot, and quite fat as well.  Paul has eight inches, and that filled me, so I wasn't sure if I could take all of Brutus; cock.

Paul said do you like his cock Trish, would you like that big cock in your pussy, yes oh yes I want that cock, I want you to see me fucked by Brutus. 

Paul got down on the floor with me, and taking my head between his hands kissed me passionately, and said I want to see Brutus fuck you, so much darling.

Paul pulled Brutus away from my pussy, and I turned round so my arse was facing Brutus.
I turned round and saw Paul putting his socks on Brutus's front feet.  Paul then lifted Brutus up, and put a paw either side of my body, Paul got hold of Brutus's cock and worked his hand gently up and down it length.  I felt Brutus start to hump, and he moved his body nearer to me.

His cock was hitting my arse cheeks.  And Paul opened my legs a bit more, his cock hit the side of my pussy, I screamed with frustration, I wanted that cock in me so bad.  I was like an animal, all I could think about was being fucked by that big dog cock, my whole body was covered in sweat.  And when I rubbed my tits they felt all slippery in my hands.

HELP HIM PAUL I shouted GET THAT COCK IN MY CUNT Brutus gave a couple more jabs, and then Paul said, do you want his cock Trish? Do you want Brutus to fuck you like a bitch.  YES YES FUCK YOU HELP HIM, Paul must have guided it, because I felt the tip of his cock enter my pussy.  I screamed with pleasure, oohhh yes that it fuck me Brutus fuck me.

 My pussy stretched as his massive cock entered me.  My body shook and I moaned ooooiiimmmmccccuummmmiinnngggg, Brutus was ramming his big cock in me really hard, and his legs where gripping me tightly round my waist. The feelings I was getting as his big cock stretched my pussy are indescribable, all I know is that I just kept cumming on his cock.

Paul came round in front of me, and sitting down, he put his cock in front of me.  I straight away took it in my mouth.  I was out of this world all I wanted was sexual pleasure, I was an animal, Brutus was really fucking me hard and fast, I could feel his fur rubbing on my back, and his back feet where scratching the back of my legs as he scrabbled to get a better grip, to push more of his beautiful big cock into my pussy.

Paul was rubbing my back, and pushing my head further onto his hard cock, as he watched the woman he loved being fucked by his dog.  Trish I love you he said, your gorgeous, its so hot watching Brutus fuck you.

His cock twitched, and again he filled my mouth with his cum, I drank it all down, tasting it before it slid down my throat.

My body was trembling and shaking, and if I wasn't on my knees I would have fell over.  I seemed to be cumming all the while, and Brutus was still pounding his big cock into me.  I could feel his paws scratching my legs, but the pain only seemed to heighten my pleasure.

I didn't take Pauls cock out of my mouth, I kept licking and sucking it, it never went really limp, and I soon felt the blood rushing to it as it once again became hard.            

My pussy was being stretched even more as Brutus tried to get his knot into me, I didn't think it would go in, but I wanted it, I craved that knot, I wanted to feel it inside me.  So like I do with Pip, I pushed back onto Brutus as he rammed his cock forwards, my pussy was stretching as his knot tried to enter, yes I could feel the pain, but I was possessed with animal lust.

A couple of times he tried and failed, but he gave a extra hard shove, and I pushed back, and the lips of my pussy opened up enough for it to go in.  There was a sharp pain as I was stretched to the limit, but as it went in and my lips closed around it all I could feel was the joy and pleasure of having my pussy filled.

Brutus still kept fucking me, but not as hard, his knot like Pips was rubbing against my g-spot, sending wave after wave of intense sexual pleasure though my whole body.

The whole time that this was going on, Paul had been whispering words of encouragement to me, that's it Trish take his cock, let him fuck you, oh baby your so hot, I love you so much, that's it push babe take his knot, be his bitch.

I was a wreck by now, my whole body was trembling, I was covered in sweat, and I was moaning and groaning as I sucked on Pauls cock.

Brutus's cock seemed to grow even more, and he stopped moving, he let out a loud yelp, and I felt his hot cum flood into my womb, he seemed to cum for ages, and I felt some of his cum escape from my pussy and run down my legs.

I just laid there completely exhausted, my body still shaking, and Pauls cock still in my mouth.  It felt really good, Paul pushed my head down harder on his cock and fucked my mouth as he came again.

Paul got hold of Brutus to stop him pulling out and hurting me, but it wasn't long before he softened and with a soft squelch and pop his cock came out of my pussy.

Brutus went into the corner of the room, looking round I was surprised his cock was still out, and I wondered how I had managed to get that massive cock in my tight pussy.

I managed to climb on the sofa into Pauls arms.  He stroked my wet hair, and gently kissed me.  He said I wouldn't have thought you would have done that.  I then confessed what had happened between me and Pip.  I explained that I didn't know how to tell him, so I thought I would show him.

He lowered his head and gave me a long slow loving kiss.  Not a sexual one, a kiss of love, which meant more than any kiss given in lust.

This happened quite a while ago, and Paul and I are still together, we still let Brutus fuck me sometimes.  But we still enjoy loving sex as well.  It has seemed to bring us closer together, and we have a deeper understanding of each others needs.

Please send your comments to.  trishdoglover@aol.com

 
 

           

 

A Quiet Night In

paul1254 on Animal Stories

                                                                                                                                                                            

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 Â Â Â Â Â Â  A QUIET NIGHT IN

It started one night
The wife and myself where spending a quiet night in, Lynn went and had a shower, when she came down she was wearing a black mini skirt and a loose fitting blouse Lynn said that she would get us a drink whilst l went and got a shower, she also said that Tom a friend of ours had dropped off some blue DVDs and she would pick one whilst l was upstairs.

I quickly went for a shower knowing that if Lynn was going to watch a blue movie l was in for a good night, after my shower l put on some boxers a pair of jeans and polo shirt and went downstairs.

When l went into the room Lynn said that l had better take Rebel our Alsatian for a quick walk before we settled down, because l might not have the energy later when she had finished with me, so of course l took Rebel for a walk wondering what she had planned, when l got back Rebel went to his bed in the lounge and relaxed its a good life been a dog .

Lynn sat on the sofa and said that she had picked a DVD so if l would turn the lights down a bit we would start, she said that she had no idea what was on the DVD as none of them had labels on, she hit play and we sat back to watch what came on, the film started with a good looking young woman walking down the beach with a Alsatian dog, l said what the hell is this? laughing Lynn said shut up and get us both another drink watch the film and lets see what happens, so been the good husband l got us another drink.

The woman in the film had got home and was giving the dog a wash in the bath, but the dog didn't seem to like this much and was shaking himself and getting water all over most off it on the girl, when she was finished and had got the dog out of the bath she was soaked so she took off her dress, she wasn't wearing a bra so all she had on was a pair off skimpy black lacy knickers, she then rubbed the dog down with a towel to get him dry, whilst she was doing this the dog pushed his nose in between her legs and started to sniff her crotch, the girl stopped and pushed him away but the dog wasn't going to be put off  and after a while tried again but this time the woman didn't push him away, instead she said to the dog what do you want? She let him carry on and the dog started to lick her cunt through her knickers, the girl let out a moan of pleasure and standing up took her knickers off, she then went into the lounge and sat on the sofa the dog had followed her and when she sat down she opened her legs and the dog went back to licking her cunt.

I was watching Lynn to see her reaction to what was happening on the film, she looked excited so l asked her what she thought, she replied that she found it very sexy and she was already wet between her legs, l moved over and sat next to her and slid my hand under her blouse and onto her lovely tits, Lynn had a nice pair of tits not all that big but they where very firm and her nipples large and very sensitive, as soon as l started to play with her nipples she let out a groan of pleasure so l undid her blouse and lowered my head and took her right nipple into my mouth nibbling and pulling it with my teeth, Lynn loved this l then slid my hand up her leg and as I did this she opened her legs so l could get to her cunt, l was surprised at how wet she was her knickers where soaked, and after giving her beautiful pussy a couple off rubs she lifted herself up and told me to take her knickers off and finger her as she wanted to feel them in her pussy, l pulled her knickers off and put a finger into her pussy, l had never felt her as wet as she was and love juice was running down my finger, l pulled it out and put into my mouth she always tasted so nice and l had to have more, so l got up to get on my knees  so l could eat out her gorgeous pussy, but Lynn got hold of me and pulled me down and kissed me hard pushing her tongue into my mouth she then undid my jeans and pulled them down putting her hand inside my boxers and grabbing my hard cock she then pulled my boxers off and pulled them over my feet and flung them out the way Lynn broke off the kiss and pushed my head down to her pussy, l pushed her skirt up and put my mouth onto her cunt drinking in the beautiful musky smell of her very wet pussy, my tongue pushed into her cunt so that l could taste her love juice l gently nibbled her clit with my teeth pulling it and teasing it which always drove Lynn wild, Lynn grabbed hold off my hair and holding my head pulled it into her pussy shouting DON'T STOP  l put my hand up and wetting my finger with some of the juice that was pouring out of her pussy  slid it into her tight arse, this was to much for Lynn and she screamed and pulling my head even harder into her cunt shouted IM CUMMING DON'T STOP IM CUMMING  her legs started to quiver and they clasped my head  and Lynn came l drank up all of her juice as it ran into my mouth it was great.

Lynn pulled me up and again kissed me passionately using her tongue she said that was great, lets have a rest for a minute whilst l get my breath back.  I put my attention back to the film which Lynn had been watching all the time l was making her cum.  The dog was still licking the young woman's pussy but now she was rubbing his cock which was poking out of its sheath, the woman was really worked up and was constantly moaning and groaning with pleasure and it seemed as though she was having one orgasm after another.  Lynn looked at me and said l wonder what its like to have a dog lick your pussy? I said Rebels here why don't you find out, Lynn called Rebel across and putting two fingers into her pussy pulled them out and offered them to Rebel, he sniffed and then licked them, Lynn got hold of his head and pulled it to her pussy where he straight away started licking it much to the pleasure of Lynn who said it feels great as he gets his tongue right into my fanny.

In the film the woman now had the dogs cock out and l was surprised at how big it was it must have been eight and half inches long and quite large around with a tapered end and a big knot at the other end.

Lynn was watching this and told me to play with Rebels cock lets see how big he is, I reached down and started rubbing Rebels cock which had already started to poke out of its sheath, Lynn had got one of her hands on her clit rubbing it furiously and with the other she was rubbing her tit pulling the nipple so it stood out, Rebels cock was fully out now and was bigger than the one in the film it was a good 10 inches and very big round, when Lynn saw this she put her hand down and gently started to give it a wank, l put my hand on her pussy and played with her clit which was hard and proud and stuck out about an inch, Lynn said l want a cock in me now and l want Rebels its so big.

Lynn pushed Rebel away and getting up took off her skirt, she then knelt between my legs and Rebel came behind her and started to lick her pussy and arse OH GOD OHHHH that feels great she said I'm ready now for that big dog cock in my pussy, but Rebel had already got the idea and jumped up and gripped Lynn with his paws thrust his cock towards Lynn's pussy the first couple of times he missed so l leaned foreword and guided it in, as soon as Rebel felt the tip of his cock enter into Lynn pussy he thrust it all in, Lynn let out a scream of pain and pleasure Rebel then continued to drive his cock into Lynn's sopping wet pussy l could hear the squelching his cock made as it pounded Lynn's pussy, Lynn put her mouth over my cock and as only she can started to lick and suck it, taking all of my 8 inches into her mouth playing her tongue round the shaft whilst moving her mouth up and down, she was now pushing back when Rebel drove forewords trying to get more of his cock, l could see his big knot about the size of a tennis ball pushing against the lips of her pussy Rebel was fucking her really hard and fast and the pounding he was giving her was  pushing her tits up to my knees with the power of his fucking l thought Lynn would never get it in but Rebel gave a big lunge forewords at the same time as Lynn pushed back and l watched the knot disappear into her pussy Lynn let out a gasp and l could feel her starting to quiver so l knew she was getting ready to cum, l could feel my balls tightening so knew it wouldn't be long before l came as well, Rebel had slowed down now and was only fucking with short strokes, Rebel gave a loud yelp and Lynn lifted her head up and shouted that he was cumming and it was so hot, Lynn then shouted that she was CUMMING oh god IM CUMMING she put her hand onto my cock and wanked it hard and l came all over her face and hair what fell near her mouth she licked up Rebel looked very satisfied as did Lynn. He was still tied to Lynn and it was about ten minutes before with a plop he pulled out, Lynn put her hand back and caught some of the cum that was running out of her pussy putting it in her mouth she sucked and licked it all off, l got up got between her legs and licked and sucked the rest of it off, and while I was doing this Rebel came up behind me and licked my balls and cock clean.

After we had finished and where sitting on the sofa Lynn said that it was a good job that she had kept her blouse on because Rebels claws would have scratched her, I gave her a kiss and told her how much I loved her, I asked whether she had enjoyed being fucked by Rebel? Yes she said but I'm a bit sore now, and then laughing said how dirty it felt and you never know I might do it again, or maybe next time Rebel might like to fuck you.  I  thought about it and replied you never know.  But that's another story.

Kelsey and Jamantha prt 2: The Morning After

Ch0c0lat3G1rl on Teen Stories


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I woke up the next morning face down on my bed one arm flung over Jamantha’s chest. My phone was flashing with a txt from my mum saying that they had taken my twin brother and sister to the beach for the week. I sent back that I was fine then turned my phone onto vibrate an put it on my pussy. The reply came through and the vibrate got me so horney I wanted Jamantha to suck me but she was still asleep.

I lent over the side of the bad and pulled out a large box. It was full to the brim of sex toys I’d ‘acquired’ this past y

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ear. I chose a double vibrating plug and shoved one end up my ass and the other into my pussy then turned it on. I moved a bit to get it going but it wasn’t enough to tip me over the edge of climax.

I sat down and looked at Jamantha, she was still asleep with her legs wide open. I crawled over to her, filling the plugs press against my cunt. I lent down and licked her pussy. My tongue flick expertly over her clit while my fingers teased her ass. Her groans grow louder as my orgasm grown. I stopped licking and mounted her leg, grinding against it, hands gently rubbing her nipples. The plug moved around inside me as I grinded and I came at the same time as Jamantha turned onto her back. I kept grinding against the bask of her leg as my juices wet her and made my pussy slippery.

Amazingly Jamantha was still asleep so I started to finger her ass. She gasped but didn’t stop me so I jammed another finger in moving them around slowly. She loosened up a bit more so I put in another, I moved them around and felt her start to grind against my fingers. I pulled them out and heard an annoyed groan come from Jamantha. Smiling I reached into the box and pulled out a vibrator. I started teasing her ass with it then positioned it at her opening. With one hard push the whole vibrator was taken by her ass.

Jamantha woke with a scream, tears rolling down her face. I moved the vibrator slowly and her scream went from one of pain to one of pleasure. I leave the vibrator in her ass and she moves slightly to make it move. I climb on top of her and started rubbing my plugged pussy against her empty one. I fall forward onto Jamantha, kissing her neck and stroking her breast. Our bodies spasm into climax as we lay with our arms around each other.

I pulled the plug out and put it into the box. Out of it I pulled a long, double ended dildo. I pushed as much of it - about 7.5 inches - and started pumping my cunt with it. Jamantha pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and throw it away, she closed her hand around mine, stopping the attack on my cunt. She wriggled into the same position as we were in last night, this time with the dildo connecting us.

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We moved furiously for a couple minutes, the dildo sliding in and out of us but we were to tired to cum. We lay there panting for a few moments, leg entwined and dildo in place. I turned my head toward my computer and noticed that my web cam was on.

I disentangled myself from Jamantha, who was watching the end of last nights movie. I sit down at the computer and turned on the screen. A MSN window is still open. I suddenly remember last night before the party I was talking to Greg.

Shit I said he’s seen everything. fuck shit crap the mics ion. He’s heard everything. At that every second my phone went off. The txt was from Greg ‘I saw everything and I want in next time’. I sit down next to Jamantha and give her the phone. Her eyes light up as she reads the txt. She passes it back to me nodding.

I send a txt back. ‘when can you come round’?

 coments welcome at airforce_sis@hotmail.com

A day in a life

styxx on Cheating Stories

 

A day in a life

 

 

Bill had left for work an hour earlier. His last action before shutting the door was a perfunctory kiss on her cheek as he hurried out the door, his mind already occupied on the day’s events. Again, he had missed the significance of her squeeze on his upper arm; again he missed entirely, the questioning look she gave his retreating back.

 

“Jay; get up, you&r

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squo;re going to be late.”  Jean shouted at the top of her voice over the edge of the banister. Jamie was a typical angst ridden teenage young man, lazy and disinclined to venture out of bed before the last minute, or he had been forgotten about.

 

He moaned something unintelligible in response, turned over and covered his head with the duvet; sure in the knowledge that he could get at least another five minutes before his mother screamed up again.

 

Jean returned to the relative sanctuary of the kitchen and her tea cooling on the breakfast bar. She checked the calendar, crossing off Thursday with the marker pen on a string. Avril, her thirteen year old daughter had made and brought home the renewable calendar in ‘design technology’. It held pride of place on the wall, accessible by the whole family to mark significant dates like birthdays. Today had the words ‘lunch Judy 11.30’; a lifelong friend. They had grown up together, neighbours, gone to school together, dated and where really more like sisters than friends. They married within a few months of each other, had baby boys only a couple of days apart. Their lives had mapped out so closely throughout; they had the same problems, similar children and husbands. Jean was looking forward to her date.

 

Tea drunk, she set about getting her eldest child out of bed. Instead of yelling up through the banister as she had too many times, Jean marched down the passage, climbed the stairs up to the top landing, burst into Jamie’s bedroom, then without saying anything, yanked off the duvet. Jamie galvanised into action, covering his nakedness and jumping up as if stung with a hot poker. In the split second between his sudden uncovering and the reactive jump out of bed, the mother glimpsed his stiff fur covered cock, pointing at the ceiling. ‘That will please someone one day’, she thought to herself; not in the least excited by the sight, just proud of her son’s physique. At sixteen, he was very much growing into a man with all the right proportions.

 

“I warned you.” She told him over her shoulder as she left for the shower with a show of his dismissal. She heard his, whatever muttered softly to her retreating back. Well she had warned him countless times, even promised a bucket of cold water, his embarrassment would do for now, perhaps he would get up in the morning from now on.

 

Eventually, the house emptied of her children, off to school, leaving her the dishes and a pile of dirty clothing trailing from bedrooms towards the family bathroom. Somehow, the clothes never quite made it to the linen basket until she picked them up. Jean finished showering, dried and took time over her choice of clothing.

 

An hour and half later; Jean had tidied up, washed the dishes, put them away and chosen a simple white blouse over a black short skirt to wear; patent leather low heeled sling back shoes and minimal make up; just a light dusting of eye shadow, a quick brush of a blusher under a thin foundation. She looked critically in the full length mirror, noticing for the millionth time, the blemish of a small brown mole at the corner of her left eye. She was not pretty, she thought, couldn’t be described as a beauty by any standards, but she was passable, could hold her own in a crowd; at least Bill thought so when he joked it would need to be a large crowd. After nearly twenty years married, his jokes all sounded the same, worn and dated, same as their conversation, their sex life and pretty much everything else. She switched off that train of thought before it went too much further and left her crying as she did too often these days.

 

Her eyes were too wide apart, her nose not in proportion, being small and upturned; her skin needed help; her hair was always a struggle to control, being too fine and a russet brown that she wished was blonde. Jean shrugged as she usually did, tried to accept her plainness, not let the familiar pangs of a slight jealousness toward Judy, who was one of those lucky bitches who always looked fabulous, never seemed to put an ounce of fat on even after childbirth, who’s clothes always fitted straight off the rail and always looked as the designer intended; who made Jean feel second rate, an almost, a could have done better, type of person.

 

She left the semi-detached house, locking the door behind her. Her car waited on the drive, only a sensible Honda Civic, but enough for her needs and the occasional school run when the kids were running too late. She drove sensibly into town, parked safely in a designated spot, fed the machine the correct amount of coins, took the ticket and stuck it prominently in the screen. Bill had a thing about parking fines; he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row that ended incomplete when he shut down at her mention of some independence, a bank account of her own perhaps, a life that wasn’t solely wrapped around him and the kids. Bill couldn’t see that Jean needed something else, something that took her away from the house, away from family matters, away from total immersion; he refused to believe she would need to be someone other than Misses Gallaher, house wife; he would refuse to continue the argument as soon as she got into that area, would turn his back or simply walk out of the room.

 

She arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early; secured a table by the window and settled to wait for Judy who would be fashionably late as always. Jean waved the waiter away as he hovered at her shoulder and watched the passing people who all seemed to be rushing to somewhere important. The only ones ambling looked hopeless; aimless and without purpose entirely; she felt conjoined with them, had an empathy with their plight; understood the maudlin feeling of lack of direction, as if they were all just waiting to die with nothing left to look forward to.

 

Her mobile phone chirruped in her handbag after she had sat there for nearly half an hour. She hated the damned thing, but agreed with Bill, to keep it for emergencies.

 

“Hello”. She didn’t think to look at the screen to see who was calling her.

 

“Hi, it’s Judy”… the mechanically tinny voice announced “…Jean, I’m so sorry, I can’t make it today; something has come up. Can we make it next week? I’ll tell you all about it then; okay?. Thanks hon.”

 

“Oh! Okay.”

 

“Thanks; love ya.” The connection was broken at the other end.

 

Well bugger that, thought Jean; Judy was just like everyone else who she was associated with, never a thought for my feelings, no thought about what I might want, she didn’t even ask how I was or even where. She waved at the waiter and ordered a large glass of Merlot; told him no; she didn’t want to eat, just the wine thanks.

 

It was while sipping the deep red wine that Jean made the decision to take over her life, or at least, made the decision that would lead to the mastery of her immediate future. She had thought many times in the past about making some radical changes, Judy letting her down was the final tipper, her resolve was set.

 

Feeling completely new, somewhat rejuvenated, Jean left the restaurant to find a labour agency. She had decided to find a job, it didn’t really matter too much what it was, but something that would provide the first step towards her independence and a life she could call her own; to hell with what Bill had to say about it; it wasn’t like they could discuss it, he never wanted to know.

 

An hour later, she had an application form in her clutches. The initial interview with a girl a fraction of her age had gone well. Her typing speed and accuracy were pretty good for someone who hadn’t been in employment for the last fifteen years. She supposed the hours spent on her son’s computer, writing short stories and articles for the church magazine had helped.

 

She headed towards the park, it was a nice day, she intended to fill out the application on a bench and then hand it back to the too young recruitment consultant. Jean found a seat in the small, pagoda covered cafeteria and ordered a tea. The form only took her a few minutes to complete; she put it back into her bag and relaxed to enjoy the sunshine and steaming drink.

 

She noticed him sitting at another table no more than ten paces away. Her first thought was that he was beautiful; beautiful in a very male sense, his features conspired to create a picture of maleness that had all the attributes of Adonis. His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as it was designed; Paul Smith, she thought.

 

Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre.

 

She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes gave rise to the supposition he might smile often. Jean realised his smile was directed at her. Immediately self conscious, she withdrew her stare and studied her hands instead. After a few minutes, she chanced another glance in his direction. He remained exactly as he had before, smiling slightly, returning her appraising look. Again, Jean looked elsewhere and then smiled herself, at her own sense of the ridiculous; she was acting like a crush ridden school girl, the smile was as much for her own depreciation as the unfamiliar flutter in her breast, a feeling she had thought long gone.

 

She shrugged slightly when her next glance revealed that he no longer sat at the table. She felt a small disappointment, but dismissed it and prepared to return the completed form to the labour agency.

 

“Allow me.” He had come from behind, grasped her chair back and took her elbow; an old fashion courtesy. His voice matched him perfectly; cultured, with a vibrato that hinted a good baritone signing voice.

 

“Oh;” She jumped at his sudden appearance. “Thank you.”

 

He pulled the chair away from the table as she rose to allow her room to turn to face him. He was very close to her, perhaps too close for comfort, her personal space felt invaded. The unfamiliar flutter returned in her breast; suddenly she was nervous, but she couldn’t think why except perhaps his familiarity in closing down the gap between them.

 

“Frank.” He stood several inches above her, perhaps six foot she guessed. His cologne carried on the slight breeze, she didn’t recognise it.

 

“Um… Jean.” She felt confusion, but excited by his attention.

 

“Well Jean, can I walk you through the park? It’s a lovely day, some company would be nice.” Without waiting for her answer, her took her arm in a familiar manner and steered her through the maze of cast iron tables and chairs to the expanse of the pathway of the park.

 

They chatted like old friends as the scenery slipped by unnoticed. He was in town on business, ran an accountancy practice with three partners; was unmarried, at least not married after a divorce. Had three children, all of whom had grown up and left home. Lived in a small village in Buckinghamshire, loved dogs and kept a horse, but didn’t ride. Jean told him of her life, marriage, children, and then completed her story with the announcement of her immediate plans towards emancipation. As the time went by and they did a second circuit of the park, she found herself liking the man more and more. She felt relaxed, even a little relieved to have shared her plans with another human.

 

“Would you like a drink?” He asked, “My Hotel is just around the corner from here.”

 

Jean thought about it for a second. Then began to talk her self out of it, then; thought, why not? She answered, yes, she would love a drink. Privately, she thought it might lead to something else, something rather more dangerous than a simple drink. The realisation that she was being picked up came as a surprise to her normally safe and protected life, it made her feel wanton, but more than that, she found didn’t care. It wasn’t like her life was so full of excitement. Jean revelled in the wantonness of what she was entering into; she marvelled at her willingness to fall into this brief encounter; she considered the repercussions and then dismissed them all along with any guilt.

 

A short walk later found them in his Hotel room and ice melting in two glasses of gin and tonic. They sat opposite each other in arm chairs in the adequately sized sitting room of his suite, continuing the chat that harboured on nothing very much.

 

“I have to tell you Frank, this isn’t something I have done before. I’m not in the habit of going with a relative stranger into their room and, to be perfectly honest, don’t know what happens next.” Jean thought that she should be uncomfortable, should be ready for flight from the predicament, but she didn’t, she was quite taken by the ease she felt, was happily drinking a g and t with this beautiful man in his room, was perfectly comfortable in the knowledge that she would fuck him in a while and all this was just a prelude.

 

“Jean, if I thought for one second, that you were that type of woman, I can assure you, we would not be sitting here now.” His voice softened to a deep rumble, she liked it very much.

 

Jean got up from her chair and looked at him. Her hands found buttons and one by one, from the neck down, she undid them, leaving her white blouse open, but still tucked into her skirt. She kicked off her shoes and pushed them to one side with her foot. She reached around her back to undo the clasp and zipper of her short skirt, once released, it fell to the floor around her feet; she pulled her blouse off, laid it on the arm of the chair and stood facing him in her bra and panties. She felt no embarrassment at her near nakedness, but rather, bravery she could only dimly remember from her adolescence.

 

“Do I please you?” She asked coyly, hoping that he would say yes. Jean delighted in the sheer risk of what she was about, felt excitement at the prospect of fucking this stranger in his hotel room; she was experiencing something akin to euphoria at the lack of remorse and willingness to become almost sluttish for this one time.

 

“Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you are beautiful.” His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the left side of her face, all in all, a wonderful stance, a picture of womanhood. He felt fortunate, grateful even, that she had consented to this liaison; had become a willing partner. He was well aware that this was possibly a first for her, probably, she had never strayed from her safe marriage, very likely had harboured deep seated thoughts of just such an occasion.

 

Frank stood to remove his clothes, but Jean came to him, took his hands and placed them at his sides. Looking up into his eyes with a steady gaze, she reached up and undid the top button of his shirt, then, with the same intense stare; she felt for and undid each in turn until they were all open. Her hands slipped under the loose flaps of cotton to run over his hairy chest, travelling outwards to brush over his nipples, then up to his shoulders to slip his shirt off. She had to undo the cufflinks so that it could be taken from him, this she did slowly, maintaining the eye contact all the while. When his shirt was draped over the arm of his chair, Jean again ran her hands over his chest, feeling and kneading, her fingers found his nipples and gently pinched them. It was an intense feeling and made him gasp softly.

 

She found the buckle of his belt, still staring intently into his eyes; she deftly flipped the buckle apart, and then manoeuvred the waistband button undone. Her eyes did not waiver one iota while she slipped the tab of his zipper down. His trousers fell into a crumpled heap around his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked the discard aside. He stood, arms as she had arranged them, hanging loosely at his sides, in his boxers and socks.

 

Jean’s knees folded slowly, all the while, she kept her gaze into his eyes, her hand found the opening of his boxers, found his cock sheathed inside and pulled it out. She had knelt sufficiently enough now, that her face was below his cock, but her stare still held him in thrall. Slowly, as if with infinite care, she opened her mouth and took his head between her lips. His semi-harness was no problem to her; she sucked his length to the back of her mouth, working her tongue on the nerve centre at the base of his head. He thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The working of her tongue behind his cock head was almost painful in the pleasure it gave him, but the way she had managed to do this without once averting her stare, was a wonderful sight.

 

She withdrew him from the warmth of her mouth, licked around his head with the tip of her tongue and then slipped him back into her mouth to begin a rhythmic motion that took him slightly deeper with each bob of her mouth. She had almost all of him between her red lips; he could feel the back of her throat and tongue, working him deeper. The feeling it evoked in him was almost unbearable, but then she pulled him almost all the way out, then swiftly, sucked him back in until her lips met the base of his cock. He was deeper in her throat than he had ever been with any other woman and all the time, she had kept the eye contact, not even blinking, just a steady, determined examination of his face and the windows to his soul.

 

She worked him in her throat, feeling the girth of his cock expand as blood flowed to the call of his nerve endings. His length was manageable she thought, Jean was intent on swallowing him all the way down, she took it slowly, at her own pace, until she had his pubic hair tickling her nose. His heat and the slight musky sweat smell of his pubis were like an aphrodisiac to her. She did what she had always wanted to; get a man in his entirety into her mouth. Bill always came too quickly for her to be able to do it with him in the time it needed to achieve her goal; this man had a far better self control it seemed. She studied his eyes, watching for any tell tale signs that he was about to come. A corner of her mind noted the pleasure lines around his eyes and delighted in his reactions as she fucked him into her throat. Because she had been able to take it at her own pace, the gag reflex had been overcome, he was now all the way down her throat, that knowledge gave her a thrill that travelled up from her genitals to the top of her head in a wave of delicious pleasure that made her cunt leak it’s lubricants.

 

Frank took her face in one hand and pulled his cock from her mouth, the pleasure she was imparting would have him beyond the point of no return if he allowed her to continue. He cupped her chin as she kissed his head one more time, and lifted her up to a standing position. She continued to search his face with that steady gaze as he bent and lifted her into the crook of his arm. He carried her to the bed in the next room and gently laid her askance so that her feet hung over the side.

 

It was her turn to have him return the favour. Carefully he hooked the waist of her panties with his thumbs and, with her help, removed them to be left on the floor. She was not shaved he discovered, but certainly trimmed, her pubic hair was short, cut into a panty line. He could smell her aroma of lust, a heady concoction exuding from her organs, it served to heighten his need for her body. Frank knelt between her parted legs, supporting them behind the knees and descended towards his object of desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting immediately her readiness, brushing lightly against her hairy labia. She was intoxicating to him; he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her until he was spent, but he also wanted this experience to last for as long as he could, his self control took over.

 

His tongue tip worked between her lips, adding his saliva to her natural essence, questing for and then finding her clit. Lightly, he teased her nub with just the very tip of his pointed tongue, feeling her shiver and gasp as he increased the pressure and tempo of his attentions. Judging the time to be right, Frank sucked her clit into his mouth, gratified by her hardness, her taste and the sudden screech that issued from her mouth that seemed to be remote from his vantage point. Her knees jerked up, altering his angle somewhat and needing an adjustment from him. Finding the right position, Frank once again sucked her into his mouth, between his teeth and began to flick his tongue tip over the sensitive nub. Jean gasped and shivered her breathing rapid and shallow between clenched teeth. Without thought, her legs opened wider, as far apart as possible to allow him full access. The pleasure his mouth was giving her was electric, all consuming, an endless high that had her panting and coming in wave over wave of delirious, nerve jangling euphoria. The she did something that she had never managed before, the pleasure was so intense, and she came, in a torrent of amber fluid, coating his face in her warm excretion. She cried out at the total ecstasy of the moment and grasped his head in claw like hands to force him deeper into her cunt. He ignored her condition, just continued to punish her clit until she shuddered a second time, forcing him to swallow her come or let it dribble to soak his knees.

 

Jean could hardly breathe, the effort of automotive response and the intensity of her orgasm, confused her brain into making mistakes. Sensing her predicament, Frank withdrew from her clit, but only far enough to then bury his tongue into her wanting cunt. Slowly, he worked it building into a regular rhythm that allowed her to calm, before taking her to another, but different orgasm. The stimulation was quite different from that of her clit, but no less pleasurable. Fairly shortly, the pressure of another devastating climax built in her abdomen until it over spilled with a third flush of her come.

 

She was in no condition to continue for the moment and needed to rest. Frank lay beside her on the bed, crooking her head on his elbow, running his free hand over her breasts, marvelling at the hardness of her nipples and the smoothness of her alabaster like skin. He kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her parted lips. They were dry from the incessant gasping of their sex. Wordlessly, Frank extricated himself from under her head, got up from the bed and fetched a glass of water from the mini-bar. He offered the glass to Jean who took it gratefully and gulped a mouthful then licked her lips.

 

He clambered back onto the bed as she reached across to put the glass on the side table. Her back was turned to him; he noticed the freckles across her shoulders, the muscles under her taught skin. He traced a finger over the humps of her backbone and watched the shiver it produced. He pushed her gently a little more so that she was lying completely on her side. He caressed her back, his hands travelling over her smooth, cool skin to her hips, then back to the nape of her neck. Unhurriedly, he shuffled across the bed so that his cock rested in the cleft of her buttocks. His arm slipped under her neck while his other hand reached around and found her nipples. His hardness restored, Frank slipped his cock between her buttocks as she bent at the waist to fit against him in a foetal position.

 

He eased her cheeks apart until his cock was positioned, then with a deliberately slow pelvic thrust; he pushed his cock head into her cunt and was rewarded with a wriggle of her hips to help him. Frank fucked her laying side wise slowly, while Jean pushed back on him, helping to make his thrusting reach deeper into her body. It was an easy rhythm, comfortable, something they could both keep up without it bringing them too close to orgasm. He stroked her hair, shoulders and back as his cock thrust into her, he marvelled at her beauty, at the smoothness of her flawless skin, at the litheness of her body.

 

Easily, he flipped her over so that, they remained in coitus, she lay with her back on his chest, her legs parted to either side of his. It allowed Frank to explore her stomach, her breasts and then a finger against her clit. At this touch, the comfortable rhythm increased to a wild rut she approached a rapid climax. Frank reached around to find one of her hands. He grasped her left hand and guided it to her soaked sex. Dexterously, he manipulated one of her fingers out and positioned the pad of it on her clit. With little encouragement, Jean rubbed and pinched her self while he continued to tease her nipples and fuck her from behind.

 

In a manner, Jean felt trapped, lying prostrate on top of him with her back on his chest, her legs, uselessly parted on either side of him; impaled on his thrusting cock. Her own fingers teasing her clit, the arm attached trapped by his arm as it encircled her. Her breasts at the mercy of his kneading hands and pinching fingers, her head resting against his cheek; the trapped feeling added to her enjoyment, she was aware of the now, familiar feeling of pressure of another devastating orgasm. She worked her clit harder, rubbing as hard and fast as she dared, all the time, feeling the onrush of her climax.

 

It hit her suddenly, the sudden confounding of nerves, the rush from her body of her come, the inability to control her arms and legs as the totally encompassing feeling washed over her. Her knees drew up to her chest, forcing Frank from her body as a stream of golden come squirted from her body in a parabolic arc to splash on the floor.

 

Jean settled in diminishing shudders while Frank stroked her shoulders. She wanted him to come, she wanted him to complete as she had so many times over the last few hours, and she determined that she would take him to completion in her mouth. Decision made and control of her limbs regained, Jean twisted around, kissed Frank on his lips then wriggled down the bed to engulf his wonderful cock.

 

It was her intention that he would come in her throat as deep as he had been before, but she knew that having him so deep could only be a fairly short thing before the need to breathe took over, so she grasped him in her hand and slowly began to work him. If she could get him close and then swallow him, she might, if she timed it right, get her reward.

 

Jean knelt alongside him, studying his rigid cock as she pumped him in her hand. She hadn’t realised just how big he was perhaps ten inches or so, more than she had thought. Frank moaned; he was getting closer; his cock was rock hard in her hand. Judging the time to be right, Jean bent at the waist and licked the pre-come from his slit. It was slightly salty to taste. Then she parted her lips and sucked his head between her teeth while her hand continued to pump him. She slowly sunk onto his hardness, allowing him to enter her little by little, she formed an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger so that she could still work him while most of his cock was now in her mouth. Frank mini-thrust, not wanting to drive himself too deeply into her and spoil the magic she was performing. Jean sensed his need, knowing that it was the precursor to his climax, she stopped wanking him, instead; she slipped him from her mouth, then sucked him deep into her, lifted a little then descended to allow more of him to enter her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper. Jean took a deep breath and with only a few more of these mouth fucks, she had him completely down her throat, pleased that she had taken the time to do it at her pace, his cock was twitching violently. Jean fucked him into her throat, his pubic hair rammed against her nose. With a few more bobs of her head, she felt his first spurt of come hit the back of her throat. Now she thought, and buried him all the way into her. His seed spurted in long spasms as she kept him as deep as his length would allow; Frank yelled and screeched as his cock exploded it’s spend into Jean.

 

They lay entwined and slept the sleep of the sated for an hour. Jean woke first, found the shower and cleaned herself of the stink of sex. She felt totally satisfied, felt absolutely no remorse, no guilt, even pleased with her self. She dried and then dressed slowly, touching herself as she did so, relishing the delicious thrill of the memory of what she and Frank had done. Jean had never had such an all consuming climax before; having several in the same day was just fantastic, beyond belief.

 

Frank woke as Jean emerged from the bathroom.

 

“Thank you Jean; you are a remarkable woman; I can honestly say that was the best I have ever enjoyed.” The sincerity of his words was echoed in his eyes that took her in all over again.

 

“No thank you Frank. I have never known sex could be like that, have never felt so switched on. It is me who should be thanking you.” She walked over to the bedside and kissed him goodbye.

 

“Goodbye Frank. Thank you.” With that, she picked up her bag and slipped out of the hotel room to return to her life that was going to be very different now. She had a ticket in the windscreen of her car, but it didn’t matter, pretty soon, she would pay her own parking fines.

 

 

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By: Griz

 

My Baby (his name), is a black lab, 4 years old, weighs near 100 pounds. Gentle as a lamb, usually, except at times when he gets protective, or sexually excited. Which he seems to be in the latter state at the moment.

I lay on the floor, wrestling with him. He is very excitable, but very gentle. Sometimes he just completely stops everything except his breathing and looks into my eyes, almost saying, "I want you". I can almost feel the doggie words coming out of his eyes. Then once again, into the fray, but maybe with a little more sexual intoning to his play. He nuzzles my neck, licks my mouth, paws my legs, little innuendos most people would not think anything of.

I myself an starting to get excited, warm, breathing a little quicker, ju

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st knowing where this play is heading. Again baby stops all movement and again looking right into my eyes. I can almost detect a leer with a slight grin.

I sit up and look back at him. It only takes a slight smile to melt him. His tail starts to wag, wiping the coffee table clean and paying no attention to the damage he’s doing. Now I know what he has in his mind. And what I have in mine.

I sit and while looking into his eyes, I reach for the buttons of my shirt and start unbuttoning from the top. His sign that bitch is nearly ready. He slowly walks to me and licks my open, almost panting mouth. I don’t berate him. I enjoy him, his love, his caring, his want, his need. Slowly I tease with the buttons, going too slow with the unbuttoning process. He dips his head to my hands, noses my hands and looks in my eyes again. I don’t move. He noses my hands again. Still I do not move. He noses my hands aside and sticks his nose down the throat of my shirt and licks between my breasts. He knows. I know. I undo buttons now until my shirt is hanging open. He walks close and almost humanlike, with his nose, he opens first one side of my shirt, then the other. The edges of the shirt hanging outside my breasts, he retreats a step backwards. He looks at my eyes, then at each breast, then back into my eyes. An imperceptive smile starts everything.

He lies on the floor and crawls towards me whimpering almost. His chin first rests on my knee, his eyes darting up and down from my eyes to my nipples and back again. He raises his head a little and noses one nipple. It hardens immediately, the areola tightening and puffing up, capped with a proud nipple of nice proportions. Finally he sits on his haunches.

He licks one nipple, it’s shiny with his saliva. I touch it, pinch it gently as he licks at just the very tip exciting it even more. He looks up at me and nods down to lick the other taut nipple. We do this several times, switching from breast to breast. His cock starts to protrude from his sheath. At first it looks menacing, a single evil eye looking for blood. I lick my fingers and touch it as he looks right in my eyes. At first it almost goes back in, but with my rubbing, it quickly comes back out. I tenderly run my wet fingers around it, up and down all that is protruding from his sheath. More of his cock comes out. I rub more. I lick my whole hand and take is cock into my soft grip. A slight whimper escapes his mouth against my breast.

I kneel and unbutton my jeans. Baby is dancing around me, yipping and very excited. I peel my jeans and panties down over my hips and sit again. I pull my pants and panties down and off my legs. I throw my shirt off my shoulders. Baby stops moving. He looks at first my eyes, then, my breasts again, down my belly to his place of happiness. He licks my mouth again, twice and steps back a little. I lie back on the floor and spread my legs. It is like a magnet to hip. He immediately has his snout in my most private place. He licks, a long lap right up and between my slit. My lips open to his mouth like a flower, dewy and warm. He licks gently, but with enough pressure to make it known that he wants all of it. His tongue goes increasingly deeper and deeper the longer he licks at me. I moan and sigh and almost climax from the wonderful sensations he is giving me.

I reach for his back leg to pull him sideways to me. I see his wonderful cock and gently grasp it with adoring fingers. I pull him closer and closer until his extended cock is near my lips. I blow warm air on the tip. He whimpers and his hips involuntarily start a slight humping movement. I pull my head up and take his cock between my lips. My tongue washes over the tip. My cheeks hollow as I suckle. He abandons his licking to get the greatest extent of personal feeling of what I am doing for him. His tongue hangs from his mouth. He pants loudly as I suckle as much of his cock that I can get in my mouth. My lips are at the start of what will become his heavenly knot. I suck and drink his precum. I swallow it greedily.

I let his cock slip from my mouth and lie my head down. He is up now, nudging at my side, my hips, trying to roll me over. I tease him for a second as he whimpers and almost cries. I start to roll with him straddling my legs. I pull my legs up under me to his favorite position. His tongue adores all that is exposed. He tastes my cunt, my ass, all over my butt and halfway up my back. His cock is jerking and dripping. I spread my legs so he can stand between. My hips up, head down in a subordinate sign of….."Take me".

He licks at my cunt, again it opens to his ministrations. His tongue goes deep this time rasping against my tender folds driving me animalistic. My juices start to flow. I can almost feel them seeping out of me. I feel him lurch up, his chest settling over my hips. Surprisingly gentle, he gets his position, just very gently probing at my wetness. Then……..I feel his want, his need. His front paws grasp my hips with almost alarming strength. I feel his back legs jumping, his cock right at the brink. Just barely touching my soft lips. Then, without any warning, his hips thrust forward. His cock drives into me, deep and he holds deep like this for one, two, three seconds as I feel him still growing in my heated channel. I can feel his knot start to form filling just inside my stretched lips.

Then he starts his dance of love. First a hard deep thrust which makes him nearly penetrate my cervix, he withdraws, not so slowly this time and rams his cock deep again. Now I feel it in my cervix. It must be tight for him that deep because he never withdraws again until this dance is over. With short and very strong thrusts, he absolutely fucks me out of my mind. My first orgasm makes me scream loudly. It seems to incite him to harder thrusts. His paws hold my hips and pull me back on his wonderful cock. His knot is starting to stretch me tight. He is all in now, his knot buried for the duration. My second orgasm is a repeat of the first but lasts agonizingly long, maybe 3 minutes. Even with the pressure of his knot, I feel his long cock swell even larger and seemingly deeper into me. His thrusts are now erratic, although short, but very deep in my body. Deeper than any, ever before.

His paws pull me, his hips thrust into me, he whimpers and nuzzles my neck, licks at the nape. His orgasm explodes in my depths. I can almost feel his cum shooting through his cock as it pumps into me. Again and again and again his seed fills my womb, my whole being. Another very extreme orgasm wracks my whole body as his cock pumps seemingly gallons of his cum into me. Each pump of his cock causes my orgasm to go higher and higher until it erupts like a volcano. Both our juices leak out around his throbbing cock and knot to run down my legs. It is so nastily exciting to be Baby’s bitch. I have no cum left to cum again, but he is yet still filling me more and more. I am so very full of his precious cock, his heavenly knot, his seed that makes this all worthwhile.

He pants and drools on my back, but he stays calm, apparently knowing he would tear me if he tried to depart. This is part of the love we have for each other. I treat him as he wants, he treats me as I wish. It just seems to be an understanding between us.

Finally with enough pulling pressure, his cock literally pops out of me and my cunt gushes Baby’s seed, my cum. I collapse as my body empties. Baby takes care of his own hygiene, then tends to mine as I lay exhausted, slightly sore, relaxed and completely satiated. I wake several hours later, warmed by Baby’s body tight against my side.

My shame

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My Shame.

            The man in the black mask stood with a bowie knife in one hand and a rope in the other.  “Why are you doing this?”  I cried out.

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ont face="verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif">            “You don’t understand.  You and your perfect tits, your perfect round ass held up by those long legs.  You never gave us a chance; instead you went for the popular guys.  Always being a bitch to us, so now I’ll make you a real bitch.”  He steadily stepped forward.  “Dare move and I’ll gut you.  Be a good girl and you’ll live.”  He pushed my head down till I was kneeling.  Taking the rope to my hands he tied them, tightly, together and again around the tree trunk.  My tears meant nothing to him, my pleas were ignored…the sick bastard.

            “Let me go, please.  I’m sorry, really I am.”

            “I know your sorry Ashley.  You still need to learn your lesson.”  He walked into my cabin and quickly came back out with a stool and a bag.  He put the stool under my stomach and stretched out my feet so I arched over it.  “Don’t move,” he pulled two large steel stakes out of the bag, along with a hammer.  One stake he hammered into the ground near my stretched out foot.  His rough hands took hold of my foot, tying the rope to it and then to the stake.  Taking my other foot, he stretched it out far until I screamed.  Using that spot as a marker, he hammered the next stake in at that spot.  He tied a rope to my free foot then stretched me wide again, wider than last time, till tears of physical pain trickled down my face.  My freedom vanquished as my last free limb tied to the stake.

            I now laid arched over a stool, stretched tight from arms to feet, and stretched tighter from foot to foot.  He sat on a stone in front of me.  “Ashley, Ashley, Ashley,” he shook his head, “Your friends won’t be arriving for at least another day.  What a sight they’ll see, your boyfriend will come to find you like this,” he trailed off in thought.  His hand rubbed my face, wiping the tears off.  Remaining silent, he got up, moved his hand lower on my body.  His hand rubbed my back, over my white tank top, slowly, then he moved lower to the outer side of my thighs over my cut jean shorts.  The hands reached back up, over my flat stomach, around the stool, right to my tits.  He rubbed soft, then vigorously.  He flicked, then pinched.  The hands found their way lower, to the waist band of my shorts.  His fingers slowly dug into them, reaching over my cotton panties, Right to my cunt.  “Not wet yet?”  He laughed while pulling his hands out, then smacking them hard across my ass.  “One way or another Ash, you’re going to get fucked, so just enjoy it.”

            “Fuck you!  Let me go you fuck head!”  The bowie reached up around my neck, almost slitting me.

            “If I were you, I think it would be very smart to shut up right about now.”  The bowie knife moved away as I shook in terror.  He gent dragged the knife on its side, up and down my back.  “Enough foreplay,” he took the knife to my tank top, under the back of my collar, and cut it down to my lower back.  His other hand held back on the tank top hard so it ripped with little force of the knife.  The tank top dropped low, still connected  around my arms by the straps, falling to the base of the tree where my hands were tied.  No bra, half naked I lay.  The knife moved to my shorts, he ripped a small hole in the center of them.  Setting the knife down, he put his hands in the small hole and ripped the shorts wide.  He cut and ripped, cut and ripped, until they laid as shreds on the ground.  “Now the panties,” his poked his index hard against my ass hole then my cunt.  I clenched when feeling the pain.  “What?  You don’t like that?”  The knife quickly after came to my panties, cutting them right over my crack.  Shreds fell to the ground until my bare ass shown. 

            I tried to look back but I could see nothing.  “Look back again, I dare you,” he said while slowly rubbing the knife on my ass, the cold steel giving me a shock.  I didn’t look back again.  But I heard or felt nothing for a few minutes.  Silence…

            I shrieked loudly.  His cock abruptly from no where fell into my twat.  Easy access with my legs spread so wide.  Each thrust he pushed me forward, stretching my legs.  His hands pushing all his weight into my back.  With every thrust he breathed through his teeth.  He was thrusting as hard as he could, ripping my unprepared pussy in two.  He didn’t last too much longer, I felt the hot goop spurt into me.  All his wait laid on me, his masked head rested on my back.  A minute later he got up; his hand kept scooping at my pussy.  A second later it reached to my face, filled with his cum. 

            “Lick it up,” he ordered.  I shook my head.  “Listen,” his other hand pulled the back of my hair really hard.  “We don’t have time for you to say no.  Do it, do whatever I say without question or else,” he pushed my head forward.  I reluctantly stuck my tongue out.  I didn’t have time to lick it; he wiped it over my tongue.  “Now swallow it.”  I…I did.  “Good girl.  You been so good, I wont fuck you again.  But you still need to learn your lesson.  If you act like a bitch, you’ll become a bitch.  Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

            When he left I started tugging at the rope as hard as I could.  I tried to, but couldn’t get free, no slack even, no use.  Minutes later he returned, not alone though.  A big black dog on a leash walked to his side.  “Don’t let him bit me, please.”

            “He’s not here to bite.  He’s friendly, harmless, well I shouldn’t say that.  What I should say is he won’t bite you, he only want one thing,” he said casually.

            “What’s that?”

            “Since you asked,” he put the dg in front of me.  He now had a gloved hand which went for the dogs cock.  He started rubbing it.  “All he wants is love.  You’ll give it to him…bitch.”  He kept rubbing until a red tip came out.  Walking the dog over me, so my head was under the stomach and the cock stuck out to my face.  “Stick it in you mouth.  Harm the dog though and,” he reached for the knife.  I quickly gulfed the cock up, tilting my head up, before he came back with the knife.  “We learn fast, don’t we?  Now bob your head.”  I did the best I could with such little movement.  The dog seemed to enjoy though.  I felt it grow, and grow, and grow, and grow.  This was the hugest I had ever felt.  The taste was salty and he kept leaking his precum into me.  I started to drool, I started to moan.  The fluids leaked out my mouth as the dog began pumping my throat, slowly suffocating me.  Back and forth, down my throat, in and out.  I…I started enjoying it.  While gulping for air I started gulping up hot sticky cum.  The dog was dumped his load in my throat.  “Drink it up,” the voice said.  I did so, I started sucking the cock of the juices until I could get every drop I could down past my throat.

            The masked man pulled the dog out and off.  He lead him to my rear end.  “Whatever he does with you is up to him now…you’re his bitch.”

            The dog started sniffing me, licking my cunt.  He hit my clit just right, his soft hair gently massaged my inner thighs.  I softly moaned.  The dog quit licking as soon as he started, he’s ready again.  He mounted me, proudly stood over and started thrusting back and forth.  He hit all over, missing every time.  He poked me for about five minutes, his huge cock making me soar.  His red giant rubbed over my clit, slid into my waiting hole, back out.  “Come on already,” I begged.  I feel so ashamed, wanting this, wanting my pussy to be filled with that cock of his.  The cock played around my hole, then trouble began…wrong hole.  He pushed in a bit into my ass, feeling like needled poked all the sides of my small hole.  I’m not ready, I don’t do anal, my asshole is petite, no lube…oh shit.  His precum provided enough lube for him, but not enough to take away from half of the pain I felt.  With one strong push he was up my ass, the giant pushing far up till I felt a sharp pain.  No stopping, no time to adjust even a bit.  He was out, he was in, pushing, pulling, thrusting, harder, harder, harder.  My eyes were sobbing with tears again, I cried as he fucked me.  Pumping my ass like I was a bitch…a bitch.  Then it felt even bigger, something did, a little smaller than baseballs.  They pushed and pushed.  Stretching my hole wider, slowly pushing in.  “Fuuuccckkk nnnoooo,” they got half way, then bam all the way in.  The dog still humping me, his hot breath on my back, tongue drooling his slobber all over me.  So much pain in my ass it was going numb.  My legs were nervously shaking, still tight against the rope.  The Dog started going at me harder yet, like a jackhammer.  Hot cum erupted into my now not virgin ass…my used bitch ass. 

            The masked man walked up to me.  His cock hard sticking out. Within seconds he pumped a load onto me, all over my face.  “You’re a good sport Ash.  Now I’ll leave you two alone until your friends get here.  Where they can find you like this.”

            “Please no.  Release me,” I yelled to him.  He was gone.  After a half and hour with his cock in my ass it slipped out, along with all the juices.  I could only imagine how wide my ass had become.  On and off through night the dog fucked me.  Pussy, Pussy, ass, pussy, ass.  He fucked me until he could hardly move, until he was unable for more.  I was unable for more after my ass got spread wide, but I still remained his bitch, in pain or not.  My boyfriend got my out when he arrived.  He was freaked out more than I, and I had been raped seven times last night.  The dog ran off when he tried to beat it up.  Running off into the woods.  Upon checking my ass, I could fit my hand up it with little effort, it still felt smaller than that dog.  I never truly recovered.

            A year later my boyfriend’s friend found me on the internet.  A camera had been hidden in the bushes, even after the masked man had left.  He came back for the footage of me being the bitch.  I’m a bitch…I’m a bitch.       

 

My first married woman

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My first encounter with a married woman was a young, Hispanic co-worker, maybe 20 years old and just married. We worked the evening shift in a medical center and on quite nights we had little more to do that sit and watch TV for a couple of hours towards in the end of the evening. She talked openly about her marriage and it was clear she wasn’t being sexually satisfied. She married a guy twice her age, which might have been good, but he was, she discovered, almost totally inexperienced sexually which when matched with her inexperience (she’d made love to one other guy) was not a good mix. I always tried to offer helpful su

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ggestions when she’d talk, but it was clear that things at home were not going all that smoothly.Â

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The catalyst for us was mundane at best. We simply had a slow evening at work. About an hour before our evening shift was to end all the work was done and unless some emergency came up we had nothing else to do but go into the deserted staff lounge and watch TV. We sat, side by side on the sofa, in the dark, with the TV’s bluish glow about us. She’d been complaining all evening that her neck hurt and now with nothing else to do, I invited her to sit on the floor in front of me and let me rub her neck. After several minutes she began to loosen up and relax her soft moans of pleasure getting stronger with each passing minute as I worked her neck and up into her hairline then down her back and up to her shoulders where my hands quite naturally slid under the open neck of her scrub top and worked the soft skin of her shoulders with nothing but the her bra straps in the way.  I slid them down her arms and because I was sitting above and behind her when I leaved forward I had a lovely view of her large, and clearly firm, young breasts.Â

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Really expecting her to stop me soon, I decided to push my luck and ran my hands down her chest working lower and lower until I was able to push her cups down and run my fingers and palms uninhibited over the whole of her soft orbs tops with the tiniest nipples I had ever seen on an adult woman. Her moans of pleasure deepened to an animal like purr as my fingers tightened on her tiny tips gently pinching, twisting and tugging as she began to writhe at last gasping in her accented but very clear English that “You are making me desire you.”

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“You want me to stop?” I asked.

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“No, I want you inside me.”

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We literally ran across the hall to an unused patient exam room where I locked the door and turned to find her stepping out of her pants completely nude expect for her socks. I kissed her open mouthed. It was one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced as our tongues mixed and darted in each others mouths and my hands cupped her firm, ripe buttocks then guided her onto the exam table where I began working my tongue down her body stopping at her dark brown nipples the whole of which including the areola encompassed an area about the size of a dime. They may have been tiny, but they sure were sexually responsive. After pleasuring her breasts for an extended time, I eventually found her neatly trimmed vulva literally flooded with her arousal. I spread her labia and began tasting her sweet nectar, but she could wait no longer and exploded into her first orgasm with me the first ever form a man’s tongue I was to discover.Â

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Dropping my clothes next to hers I entered her tight body in one slow thrust not stopping until my organ was fully encased in her passage, my balls resting lightly on her anus. I should explain at this point that I am able to maintain my erection for a long time even when having intercourse, as she was about to discover. I thrust her on her back with her legs up for the next 20 minutes and she began to climax once more. When she was over that peak I turned her face down and began hard thrusting for another 10 minutes or so as it seemed she and I both were building toward climax. She was so wet with perspiration by this time that she literal slid all over the vinyl exam table as I made love to her.Â

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Pulling out for a moment I leaned down and tongued her tiny pink anal opening working my tongue in and out of her as she moaned. Her juices had so completely covered her ass that there was no need of other lubricants as I worked a finger inside her as I continued enjoying her wet womanhood causing her to suddenly but softly cry out, “God! Oh God, I can’t, It’s it’ it’s…”Â

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However at this point, she covered her own mouth with her forearm to muffle her screams. I can feel that I am going to cum in just a couple more moments, the sensations of her snug passage contracting in her own orgasm pleasuring me closer and closer to release when suddenly she clamed down hard on my cock at the end of her own climax shoving her ass back towards my cock, taking me deeper than ever before and sending me over the edge. Not knowing whether she wanted me to cum inside her, I pulled out of her and shot streams of white ejaculate all over her writhing body, my first two streams hitting her in the side of the neck and running down toward her chin the rest on her back and butt.

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She lay there breathing hard for a minute as I grabbed exam towels and dried us both off. At last she sat up weakly then she got to her feet and kissed me. “That is what it is supposed to be like. I knew there more than I was getting!”

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