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Authors name: Kellie C. (kellieC82@aol.com)
Story title : Not a Woman's Best Friend
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Not a Woman's Best Friend (F/beast, rp, v)
by Kellie C. (kellieC82@aol.com)
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You know all those stupid Internet stories floating around about how women like having sex with a dog and they have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks? What absolute bullshit! This is a more realistic story.
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My name is Christine and I was raped by a dog. I was thirty-two years old at the time (I'm thirty-five now) and living twelve miles east of Seattle,
Washington. The only reason that I'm telling you this is because of all the stupid Internet stories floating around about how women are won over by having sex with a dog and have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks. That is such bullshit.It was a Saturday morning and I was cutting my lawn. The house I was renting had an attached garage and a medium-sized yard. It wasn't the greatest house in the world--or
even in Seattle--but it was clean and well maintained and it fit my budget. I was mowing along the front sidewalk, made a turn back toward the house when the sound of a car's tires screeching on the pavement behind me made me jump. I turned around quickly, half expecting to see someone flying through the air, but it wasn't a person at all, but a dog.



He had come out of the woods across the street and tried to cross the road; now he stood just inside the verge of the woods again, looking back over his shoulder. His ears were laid back on his head and his tail tucked smartly
between his legs. The driver laid on his horn, yelled at the dog fiercely, and then sped away. As the car drove out of sight, the dog cautiously reemerged from the woods and sat down on his haunches. He was a black Labrador Retriever, a big one, and he watched me with a dog's typical aplomb, ears pricked up and head canted to one side as though wondering what I was doing over here. I had never seen him before and guessed he was
lost. I called to him and it was obvious that he heard me, but for some reason he ignored my call and I thought, Well fuck you too, doggie, and went back to cutting the lawn.



After finishing up, I went into the house and made myself a roast beef sandwich with a cold glass of milk and watched the noon-time news. Just as the news was going off, I heard a dog whining outside my screen door and I
went to have a look. Of course it was the black Lab."Hello," I greeted him. "You decided to be social now?"He was bigger than I had originally thought, at least 120 pounds, and although he didn't have a collar on, from his appearance it was obvious he belonged to someone. He was lost all right. His owner was probably looking for him now or would be soon enough. In the meantime, he looked pretty thirsty and I went to the kitchen and got him a bowl of water. When I set it near him on the porch, he backed away and wouldn't touch it until I went back inside and closed the screen door. "You are the weirdest dog I've ever seen," I said. This from Christine the expert, who'd never had a dog in her life.



I leaned against the jamb and watched him lap the water. He was watching me back. I tried talking to him in a soothing tone of voice, but he remained just as wary as ever. When I pushed open the door, intending to join him on the porch, he backed away and headed down the steps, took off at a run across the lawn. Just as he neared the curb, however, another car came around the bend going way too fast--as usual--and for a moment I thought the dog
would panic. But the driver laid on his horn and doing a one-eighty, the Lab bolted back towards my house, darted in behind the row of hedges beneath the front window and let out a frustrated woof! He just stood there panting.
If I don't do something soon, I thought, this dog is going to get killed. Not really sure what I was doing, I picked up the empty bowl, refilled it at the kitchen sink, then walked through the garage to the side door, opened it and set the bowl in the doorway. Then I walked a short distance away. "This isn't going to work," I grumbled to myself. "He wouldn't even let you near him."
A few minutes went by and the dog ventured far enough out from behind the bushes to sniff the air and observe me with his impenetrable black eyes. I couldn't help it, it made me shiver. I backed up a step and thought, Maybe
this is not such a hot idea, Chris. Maybe you should just go back inside, lock the kitchen door and call the damn pound.



But before I could reject this idea as plain old school-girlish silly, I heard the phone ringing and went back inside to answer it. It was Jean Michaels, a friend from New York with whom I hadn't talked in a long time. As I chatted with her gaily for the next half an hour, I watched through the open kitchen door. The dog never came in.
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I shut the garage door and locked it. It was quarter to two and although I'd looked for the Lab all around the house and inside the garage, he was nowhere to be found. He'd done whatever it is lost doggies do, I guess...
gotten lost even more.Disgusted with the way I felt, I took a shower, toweled
dry, and put on a bathrobe. I was drying my hair when I thought I heard a noise from the garage. Not barking, but like someone thudding against the closed kitchen door. Armed with the blow dryer, I went downstairs and tip-toed cautiously through the living room and out into the kitchen. I could here him whining just outside the door. "Well, shit," I said aloud, at the sound of which he began to whine even louder and started a scattershot scratching at the door with his claws."Hold on, hold on," I said, wondering how he'd gotten in. I know the garage had been empty when I'd gone in to take my shower... at least I thought it had. He must have been hiding. Yeah, I thought, he must have been hiding.Opening the kitchen door just a crack, I watched him back
away to the far side of the garage and drop to his haunches. The water bowl sat empty beside his left paw. I had forgotten about it left it just inside the door. "Weirdo dog," I said.



Stepping into the garage, I closed the kitchen door behind me and predictably he got up and moved cautiously away to his tight. "You don't trust anybody, do you boy? Or is it just me?" He sat down again and watched me with
those polished black eyes. And then he growled.If I had been nervous before, now I was scared. You never showed fear to a dog--that's what I'd always heard--and it was obvious to me why. They can smell it on you. I clutched the bathrobe closed at my throat and took a wary step backwards, and as soon as I did this he rose and stalked two paces forward, teeth bared."Nice doggy," I squeaked. "Grrrrrrrrrr," rumbled out of his throat, low, deep and menacing. He took another pace forward, dropping lower to the ground and showing all his teeth. If I made a run for the kitchen door I knew he'd be all over me before I got three feet. "What's going on boy?" I said in a small, quavering voice. "You gonna hurt me? I tried to help you, you know." I was standing with my back against the side of the garage before I knew I had been moving. He approached me from my right, herding me away from the kitchen door,
toward the corner in the rear. I was terrified now. I was beginning to panic.
"Nice doggy," I squeaked again. "Nice puppy dog, doggie." Only this dog was anything but a puppy. He was a demon in black fur.



Refusing to be cornered like the desperate animal I knew I was becoming, I angled away and moved toward the center of the floor. The dog didn't like it much, but he let me do it. I began to think--pray--that he'd let me go all the way to the outside door and go through it. Just as it appeared he'd actually let me go, in a terrifying blur of motion, he leaped at me through the air. I shrieked and put my arms up but the force of his lunge knocked me to the floor. I banged down on my back striking my head on the concrete and hot sparks erupted like a 4th of July fountain across my eyes. My vision doubled and became alarmingly blurred. When it cleared again--too late--I found he had straddled me, fangs bared just inches above my throat. I was going to die.
But the dog had other ideas."What do you want," I pleaded in a tiny, terrified voice. My bathrobe was open, leaving me fully exposed. His hot wet prick dragged back and forth across my uncovered stomach, making me shudder and want to scream. At first I didn't even know what it was. When I finally did, in that same tiny, terrified voice--terrified now for an entirely
different reason--I protested, "No way!" and tried to scuttle away. He took my throat in his teeth."Okay, okay," I breathed with my eyes clamped shut.
"Whatever you want." I relaxed myself with a titanic effort and spread my legs. Again, the dog had other ideas. He released my throat and growled."What?" I was honestly baffled. He growled again. He made circular motions with his
head... I swear, he actually did this... and I slowly got the message. "On my knees?" I quavered in disbelief.The dog, who was not a dog at all, but the aforementioned demon from hell, nodded his head.



"You want to mount me?" A breathless whisper. He nodded again. I rolled onto my stomach and started to get up. Before I could get all the way up onto my hands and knees he batted my on my rump with his snout."What?" I was beginning to think I was already dead. Or in some nightmare dream caused by the concussion to the back of my head. It really ached. He growled and shook his head sharply to the right. Away from my body. And suddenly Iunderstood. "This is not real," I whispered. "It can't be real. It can't be. It just isn't happening." He wanted me to disrobe.Rising erect from my knees, I slid the robe back over my shoulders and let it fall into my hands. I began to bring
it around when he snatched it roughly away from me and flung it across the floor. It landed near the garage door with the arms in an out-flung, helpless gesture. That's how I felt--totally helpless. I was naked with a dog.He batted me again with his snout."What?" I objected, beginning to loose my cool. The
crippling shock and disbelief had begun to wear off and I was becoming rebellious. Damned if I was being corralled by a dog.



Suddenly he was up on his rear haunches, one talon-clawed paw on either of my shoulders and the back of my neck clamped firmly between his teeth. His breath flowing around my neck was horrid. "Okay, okay," I acquiesced. "I get the point." Then, as the powerful muscles in his jaw began to clamp shut on my neck, "Please! Anything you want!" It was a short-lived rebellion. He dropped back to all fours and so did I. He sniffed me up and down my flank and licked my right cheek. I took it. He snuffled into my right ear and bit lightly at the
lobe and I took that too. All the while I smelled his graveyard breath. What the hell was he doing? For a moment neither of us moved. He stood there panting, beside my right shoulder, facing me, and suddenly I understood. This was some kind of dominance thing, what I had occasionally seen one dog--presumably the alpha male--do to another. He was doing it to me. I got it, I
thought. Loud and clear. You're the alpha. I'm the bitch.Satisfied (he read my thoughts in my body language, there's no other explanation) he grunted lightly one time, then went to stand behind me. I stared straight ahead panting. He had really hurt my neck. Good luck, Christine, I thought. A dog is about to fuck you.



He sniffed at my pussy (I hate the word with everything I am, but I just can't think of a better one to use), then snuffled it like he had done to my ear. I tried not to jump but the shock was just too great. I gave a little shriek and sidled forward. He growled. "Fuck you!" I said vehemently under my breath. "I don't
like it, okay!"He obviously did, because a moment later his tongue went
from halfway to my navel all the way up the crack of my ass to the small of my back. This time I really did shriek and I surged forward in alarm. I also looked back over my shoulder in horror as ever nerve ending in my body jangled. It was like getting scrubbed by a warm, wet length of Scotchbrite.I didn't move. I didn't breath. I felt sick at my stomach. I wanted to puke. He licked my pussy again and I made a disgusting noise, something a real bitch might make. Tears leaked from my eyes and splattered onto the concrete below, sucked up almost immediately by the dust and porous surface. It wouldn't stay that way for long, not if I started bawling. When I started bawling. He lapped at me for a full minute, then two, getting me slathered up and absolutely raw. I felt every little sandpaper bead on his tongue and because I routinely shave to keep myself clean--I had done so only that morning--there was not even my wispy blonde pubic hair to offer any protection. My clitoris, my swollen outer lips, the mouth of my vagina, my urethra and especially my poor little anus all got the treatment. And the way he went after me with that tongue, with such unbelievable vigor--he'd driven me six feet or more across the floor--you'd think I was a sugar-coated treat. To him, I guess I was.Then he mounted me and locked his powerful forepaws around my waist and I squealed in complete and utter terror. He shoved forward with his cock, not so much searching for my pussy as dive-bombing it. I wailed again and tried to crawl away across the floor but he lunged forward over me and grabbed my neck again with his teeth. He bit down hard and growled an angry, you stay the fuck put! snarl, breaking my skin with his teeth--not deep, just enough to get his point across--and I could feel blood seeping out of the wounds. "Okay," I brayed. "I'm yours! I'm whatever you want! I'll do anything you tell me to! Just please, please don't hu--"



I sucked in an agonized breath as something hot and sticky and the size of a baseball bat entered my pussy. Then I shrieked and then I caterwauled--quietly, as those teeth still dug into my neck--and shook my entire body
trying to get him out. Instead, he worked himself even deeper."No," I sobbed. "Please no! Let me go!" Instead, I crawled forward under him six more agonizing feet until my head hit the back wall of the garage and then skidded
along its surface. I cried hot, sulfurous tears, the tears burning my eyes, my nose, the back of my throat. The thing in my pussy was hot and sulfuric too, pounding in and out of me, gouging at my vagina, assaulting me, destroying my sanity one thrust at a time. It was more pain than I could ever have imagined.
"Nuhungunaaaah," something inside me cawed. I was no more able to make coherent noise than I was of having coherent thought. I was a woman with a demon on her back... and in her vagina.



Trapped against the garage wall, I began to turn in against it. Splinters from the exposed two by fours gouged me wherever I rubbed against them. (I'd later look like a comedy skit from Saturday Night Live or Mad TV or something. The Splinter Lady, I thought.) But as the splinters attacked the side of my right hand, my right forearm, then my elbow, my upper arm and shoulder and finally my right hip and my thigh, the Lab continued walking me forward with his thrusts. I scraped against the plywood sheathing of the exterior wall,
encountering a second two by four, then a third, and finally a forth.Then I was in the corner that I had avoided so many years before--right where my doggie master wanted me--he banged me head first into the two by fours in the corner there, driving me unmercifully forward until my head had only one place to go--down and against the floor. I knelt there, jammed hard against the studs, my cheek pressed brutally against the cold concrete floor while the dog
banged and banged and banged away me.



By now I was sobbing so hard my chest felt like an exploding bomb. My entire being ached. My vagina was beyond repair and still the dog fucked me. "Please God, please don't let him do this to me," I kept saying, over
and over again. The words came out as something no human ear could ever have understood, except maybe God's... and I don't think God was listening.
Twisted with my head locked against the corner studs, I found myself watching between my legs as the dog wailed away at me. His cock was as big around as my forearm--my father's forearm--pasty white with a cobweb pattern of
vicious red veins. It was a foot long at least. It probably was longer. But terrifying as it was, what was at the end of it was ever worse. Because there, twice the thickness of the shaft and an even angrier red and white color, was a horrendous round knot. "No," I moaned plaintively as the dog continued to rut me. "I can't. I can't. No, no, no, please."But the dog told me I could and that I would and very shortly I did. I watched as the knot grew nearer to me with every thrust. Then the thing hit me with a sucking, slurping sound that made me retch with revulsion, stuck in me for a moment before he yanked himself back... and the wave of pain hit me like a Pacific tidal wave. On the fifth try he finally made it in and I was thrashing around wildly with the pain and making horrific noise and beating at his flanks with my fists. Then something hot and wet came cascading down my thighs and splattering on the concrete floor beneath our coupled organs, my guts cramped so violently that I screamed...
and then I was gone.
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The dog was laying in the far corner of the garage, cleaning himself and ignoring me completely. On the floor beneath my crotch, where I expected a huge mass of blood, I saw something possibly even worse: a grossly-puddled mass of foamy, already crusting over semi-white fluid... his cum. I had been thoroughly rutted.I found I had bled very little. How he could have driven
such a huge and misshapen thing such as that into me without puncturing something vital or causing me to hemorrhage I don't know. Feinting when he reached climax must have provided me just enough flexibility to spare my
life. I think I sat on that floor for the better part of an hour, staring at nothing. My pussy ached and my guts were roiling inside and I felt numb like a block of wood. Never in my life had the thought ever entered my mind that a dog might actually fuck me. I had imagined it of course (I believe all women have) but imaginings are supposed to stay in the realm of imagination. Not show up in your garage. "I want to go home," I said. The words sounded so good to me, so reassuring. My home was only 15 feet away. But again, the dog had other ideas.



The second time he came for me I just let him. I got on my hands and knees, docilely let him mount me, then put my chest and my face on the cold concrete floor and held myself open for him with my hands. I didn't fight him at all. When he came out of me somewhere about halfway through, and mounted me in a different way, I shifted my hands to my buttocks and spread them far apart. It hurt his being in my ass (getting past my poor little anus was really
tough) but not as bad as I had thought. It was my first anal experience and he spared me the ordeal of his knot. The third time I lay on my back with my legs drawn tight to my chest and let him rut me like that. I think it was a new experience for him and I'm not sure he even liked it. Are you trying to breed me? I asked silently of his inhuman, polished black eyes. Am I supposed to have puppies? If so, It would be quite a litter. And then I had an orgasm. I didn't want it to happen. I fought against it with everything I had, but it was involuntary and unstoppable. He was doing me with such savage determination that I think I had no choice. He suddenly slowed down and his muscles tensed and by this time the pain from his knot had almost gone away. He prepared to unload in me and when his first shot came, hot and gushing and spilling out my cunt all up my thighs and down over my asshole, I could not stop. I came and he came and the two of us came together, him squatted over me not moving, just emptying his testicles of their unbelievable load. I clutched myself behind my knees and prayed for it all to end. His gushing, and my orgasm. Eventually, they both did. Then he was finished with me.
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What happened to the dog? I have no idea, and I don't ever want to find out.
After the requisite fifteen minute wait, his knot finally shriveled and he pulled himself free of me with a wet popping sound and his cum--that part which hadn't already sprayed out all over me--gushed out onto my thighs and down between my buttocks. Such an awful mess. Then he hobbled to the opposite corner where he cleaned himself and ignored me from then on. He had gotten what he wanted and that was that. I cautiously got to my hands and knees and, risking another go at it, eased my way toward the kitchen door. I quietly entered the house and closed the door securely behind me, never taking my eyes off of him. He heard the door close but he never looked up. Later, once I'd cleaned myself up and then cleaned up the mess in the garage. I had my 9mm Glock with me then and just dared him to move. I would have shot him on the spot except that I'd have to explain and I would never do
that. I never saw the mutt again.I now live in Atlanta, Georgia, just about as far removed from Seattle as I can get. I live in a nice little, two-story frame house with a nice little garden out back and a semi-detached carport on the side. I also have a female Doberman Pincher named Mary that I know will never try to fuck me. I only hope some other dog does, just so I can set her loose on him.


THE END
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Had my first gay sex last night and loved it.

Looked at straight porn throughout high school and eventually lost interest. Looked at some gay porn and it makes my cock hard. Meet him through a gay sex site. I'm 21, 5'3 small and very slim while he was 42, 6'2 bigger muscular good looking guy. We agree to meet after chatting for awhile. I shaved and douched beforehand to get ready. He picks me up at the corner of my street. On the ride there he starts rubbing my crotch. I smile and do nothing, he smiles back. We get back to his place and smoke up a bunch to relax. He puts on some gay porn, twink and daddy porn on the TV. We go over to his bed. I laid down on the bed while he was kneeling near my crotch. He slowly pulled my pants down revealing my semi. He notices me shaking from nervousness still and kissed my cock softly, tells me I will be taken care of. It started off with little pecks and smooches. It intensified to his mouth eagerly engulfing my uncut member. There was chills all over my body. He proceed to deep throat me vigorously till I almost got to climax. He didnt wanted to let me cum yet. He spread my legs apart and had them almost over my head so he can perform better. Soon after, he moved me over to a chair with a hole on the seat to rim me. I sat down spreading my ass to the widest and he laid underneath the rim chair. I could've felt every tastebud on his tongue. After, I was transported back into the suspended sling with my legs tied up. His eyes were locked in on that virgin starfish of mine, intent of burying something of his in me. Probably spent 2-3 hours or so dedicated to rimming my asshole. It was heaven. It definitely opened my hole up for what was next.

I then felt the tip of his large phallus lightly pressing on my wet ass hole. His cock was more than 7 inches with a large prominent mushroom head. Unable to go anywhere because I was still strapped into the sling with my asshole on display. The moment is about to come. I am anxious at the moment but tells me to relax and just be comfortable. I reply okay and say to go slow. He tells me to sniff some poppers, I do it. I get a big head rush and all my muscles just suddenly became jelly. The head of his 7 inch cock pops in with no resistance at all. I let out a bitch-ass moan. He runs his large hand over my body feeling me up to help make me feel at ease. He goes slow at first, sliding his cock in and out, my ass hole gripping around his cock on each stroke a little deeper till it is completely hidden in my snug ass. Now that my ass is properly accustomed, he gradually picked up the fucking pace and blasts one inside me while holding onto my tied up ankles, looking down over me in the sling. I thought this was coming to an end but it didnt stop. He was like a machine. He wasnt finished, he untied me and carried me back to his bed with my arms and legs wrapped around him, his cock was still hard and still inside me. As the fuck session continued, he fucked me silly in all sorts of sane and crazy positions but he was always in the dominant role. He came a few times but the best was when he squirted a big load doing these deep pumps,doggy style, with his hand pushing my head down on the pillows and ass skywards. He was feral in that moment and I felt a complete surrender to his cum. We pause for a short moments catching our breath remaining in the same position. His cock gets soft and eventually slides out. There's cum dripping down my leg. He quickly licks the cum off and hungrily rims my cream filled hole like an Ethiopian. He asked me if I wanted to keep going and hastily reply yes more please.

I wanted to control his cock for moment so I suggested that I should ride his cock reverse cowgirl. He lays down with his legs off the bed and I make my way seductively over to squat on his soft dick facing away from him. I take his cock in my hand and rub the tip on my slutty asshole to get it hard again. He was quite turned on by my whimpering pleasure moans, he knew it was the signal to penetrate again. His dick felt so warm and throbby then. He fucks me while I'm leaning back over on top of him like in the Exorcist going the down the stairs. He gets into a thrusting/daggering rhythm, slamming it in and slowly pulling it back out. Feeling like he was going to cum soon, he grabbed my waist bottoming out, cumming deep into my guts. He wanted to clean up his mess again, eat up the anal cream pie in me and I happily oblige. He sat back up from laying down and I stood up and turned around to present my cum covered asshole. He pulled me back by my arms and pressed his nose deep in between my ass cheeks. His tongue was like magic.

He said I needed to cum, too as we were getting towards the end, both tired and exhausted, we agree to take a shower together to finish off. Some penis fencing action happened. I was rock hard but his was flaccid due to all the work that happened. I unloaded my thick gloppy cum in his mouth and then he used my cum to eat my ass out again. We wash and clean up and he was kind enough to make me breakfast, He drives me home after the 10+ hour fuck session. He came so many times in me that the cum has been leaking out of me all day.

Hey all, was wondering if you could give me some feed back on this short erotic story I've written. All comments welcome

I stood in front of the mirror and just stared at myself for a minute. Even I had to admit, I did look pretty sexy. He was going to go wild when he came home to this. My heart was fluttering with excitement at the thought. I'd taken the utmost care to get the outfit exactly as he'd described it when we were talking about our fantasies that morning: white blouse undone to the waist showing the silk bra underneath; stripy tie knotted loosely the way I remembered the cool girls from school doing it; skirt so short you could see the bottom of my g-string; knee high socks, the kind with bows. I'd mastered the expression as well, wide eyes, a little bite of the lip, a blush - pure mock innocence. We always had fun when he dominated me and this was the ultimate game.
I looked at the clock. It had just turned five. Another half hour to wait until my man was home. I sat down on our bed and pictured what would happen when he got here. As I thought of it, him thrusting into me with absolute desire, I could feel myself getting wet. Squirming on the bed, trying to resist the temptation to relieve myself was getting difficult. But I had to wait. It would be worth it. I got up, smoothed my skirt and tried to compose myself.
Deciding to play to the naughty schoolgirl as much as possible, I sent him a text. 'Sir, I've been a really good girl today, what do I get?' I giggled softly as I pressed send, and sure enough, my plan worked. A few minutes later I heard footsteps crunching up our gravel drive. It sounded like he'd run home after receiving that. I smiled to myself as the door shut. He called my name, and I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Positioning myself leaning against the door, I put my innocent face back on.
He rounded the corner and appeared in my view, rosy-cheeked, messy-haired and bright eyed from his run home. He was gorgeous as ever though, tall, dark and handsome, nicely built with strong arms that could hold me close, and chest muscles he could actually flex to make rhythms like a drum, and beautiful eyes that I felt I could look into forever. The bulge in his suit pants was already visible as he looked me up and down, admiring me in my tiny little costume.
"Oh, god, baby", he breathed, his voice husky and lustful, his eyes still taking me in. He put his arms round me and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed back eagerly, sucking on his lower lip, and he responded by pushing his tongue into my mouth, and sliding a hand down under my skirt to squeeze an ass cheek. I was growing wetter and he harder by the second. We kissed passionately for a while, until, breathless and dizzy with desire, I broke away. With a wicked glint in my eye I led him towards our bed, pulling his shirt off as we walked. He stopped me and slid an arm round my waist, holding me close to him. His hot breath on my neck, making my skin tingle, he muttered into my ear, "I'm the one in charge here remember missy", before picking me up and throwing me onto the bed.
Standing over me, he dropped his pants. His calvins underneath were properly tented now. He saw where my gaze was and brushed over them lightly, teasing both himself and me. I bit my lip as he took them off too and stood in front of me naked, stroking himself ever so slowly. I moaned and instinctively let my hand travel downwards. He caught my eye. "Don't you dare", he hissed. "We play this on my terms, you know that." I didn't disobey. He took his hands off himself and crawled up the bed towards me. He slowly started to undress me, taking his time on the two shirt buttons I'd actually fastened, then one-handedly unhooking my bra. My nipples were hard and begging to be sucked, but he ignored this and carried on downwards, pulling off my little skirt and socks and leaving me just in my g-string. He rubbed the silk of it softly, just above my clit. I tried subtly to grind my hips up a little and have him rub me, but he was wise to my games by now. He withdrew his hand and slid back up my body. "Don't try and rush me", he said, looking into my eyes with a fiery glare. "Or I'll leave you here until you learn your lesson." I couldn't help but smile at this. The absolute power he had over me at times like this was such a turn on. This he knew, and used it to his extreme advantage.
He leaned in to kiss me again. Such an amazing, passionate kiss that I felt the breath leave me. As he kissed me his fingers brushed over my neck in a butterfly motion, round to my throat and back up, the sensitive spot behind my ear, tickling me gently until the hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. I moved my head slightly to the side and he took his cue to start shadowing the movements of his fingers with feather-light kisses. His hands travelled down, using both now, and he rubbed my breasts, rolling my sensitive nipples between his fingers. He licked down from my neck and circled my right nipple with his tongue. He tugged at it with his teeth suddenly, whilst pinching the left, and I gasped sharply through the unexpected pleasurable pain. Latching onto it with his lips, he sucked until it was better, then repeated the process on my other nipple. I was writhing by this point, wanting him to touch me so badly. He continued his oral administrations down my body, licking down my stomach in small strokes, getting slower and slower as he got further towards my pussy, which felt like it was beating out tribal rhythms by this point. He got closer, closer, closer, kissing down my cleanly shaved pussy, just above my clit. And then pulled away. I tried desperately to pull his head back, but he wasn't having any of it.
"Damn, such a fucking tease" I growled. He merely chuckled before kneeling in front of my face and bringing his cock to my lips. I couldn't complain, I did love sucking. I looked up into his eyes with the innocent look I'd been practising all day and slowly let my tongue out and licked the tip of his cock, then let my tongue travel all the way down his length, round, and back up. He closed his eyes and smiled. I loved making him happy. I opened my lips and took him properly into my mouth, inch by inch until he was right in. He let out a groan and wrapped a hand in my hair, pulling gently as I began to move my head up and down on him, sucking him right in and then letting go almost to the end, licking and then taking him right in again. I reached under to play with his balls, gently squeezing. We both knew he couldn't carry on like this for long, so I let him go and he pulled away and slid down my body again. Right down. He kissed my tattooed feet, my ankles, inching up my calves, the back of my knees, the inside of my thighs, leisurely kissing every little bit, delaying getting where he knew I wanted him. Then finally, finally, his lips touched my pussy. It was like an electrical shock being sent through my body. He used his fingers to part my lips and gently rubbed my clit, only for a few seconds, but enough to make me twitch violently. He must've sensed then that I couldn't handle much more teasing, because he lay between my legs and started licking properly, dragging his tongue from just above my ass all the way to my clit and back again, letting it dip into my slit as he did. I moaned and ran my hand through his hair, grinding my hips into his face. He stopped and tongue fucked me for a minute, before sucking on each pussy lip. He then latched onto my clit, sliding two fingers inside me as he did, and thrusting them in and out of me. I was in heaven, writhing and moaning beneath him. I could feel a climax building. He could sense it too, and his fingering became faster, his sucking more urgent. Soon I could hold back no longer and held his head to me as I shook and came all over his fingers and tongue. We lay there for a minute while my orgasm subsided, and then he came back up to the top of the bed. He pulled me close and I could feel his cock against me, rock solid, pressing into my stomach, begging to be buried deep in my pussy.
"Ride me, little schoolgirl" he whispered sexily. We rolled over until I was mounting him. I grasped his cock and rubbed it across my clit, teasing us both. Then when I could take this no longer I allowed myself to slide onto his length, filling me up. I just sat astride him for a minute to allow myself to adjust to his thickness, and then I began to ride. I moved up and down on his cock, my tits jiggling in his face. He grabbed them and squeezed them together. My moaning was starting to get very loud. I keeled over in passion, and in one swift rolling motion he was back on top. He held my legs up and apart as he fucked me hard with all his long length. I felt his entirety slide in and out of me, hitting my g-spot, squeezing my pussy around him. We were both making almost unearthly noises of pleasure now, mine a high pitched wail, his an animal, guttural sound. His breathing was as shallow as mine and I knew we were close to a simultaneous orgasm. With a few final, hard, deep thrusts, I felt my pussy walls contract around his cock, just as I felt his hot cum shooting inside me.
We just rode our orgasm out together for its duration, until he collapsed on top of me. We lay and recovered together for a while, me stroking his hair, him leaning up to give me a sweet little kiss every so often.
"So amazing baby. Thank you, I love you. And next time it's your fantasy that gets acted out."
I smiled to myself as he went to shower. Next time was going to be even more fun.

Stephanie’s Ghost

Stephanie had just moved in to a new house on the country, she had recently come into an inheritance and decided that she wanted a change of scenery, the house was about a mile outside of town and had no nearby neighbors. The inheritance was so large that if she didn’t get to luxurious habits she could live her entire life doing only things she liked.

Stephanie was preparing herself for her first night in the new house; she had taken a long bath to relieve some of the tension built up in her muscles from carrying boxes and unpacking al day. Al day she had felt as if someone was watching her, sometimes she even thought she felt someone caressing her gently, but every time she looked where she thought the stare or the touch came from she couldn´t see anything so she just convinced herself that it was all in her mind. After drying herself she checked herself out in the full body mirror, the person looking back at her was a short brunette with perky b-cup breasts, a pretty flat stomach and wide hips with a very nice ass. She then went to bed, naked as always, and started to read.

When she had read about ten pages she felt the presence that she had felt before and started to look around, then she felt as if fingers were caressing her stomach, one hand creeping upwards, the other hand tracing circles downwards. Stephanie threw of the cover and but saw nothing over her stomach, but she did see that there were small indentations in her soft skin where she felt the fingers now. She quickly ran her fingers across the area but didn´t bump in to anything, then she started to get up to run out of the room but then she felt the weight of a body pressing down on her chest and stomach, filling Stephanie with a paralyzing fear. A sheet from a moving box then starts floating through the air is torn into stripes by the ghost. Stephanie was so taken aback by what she saw that she didn’t even struggle when she felt her arms being pulled to the headboard being and tied there, the ghost then proceeded to tie her legs up to the headboard so that both her pussy and ass was on display for the unseen assailant. Stephanie started screaming but then realized that there was no one around for miles, so the screams turned in to silent sobs.

Stephanie then felt a mouth on her breast, sucking and nibbling on her nipple and fingers lightly pinching the other nipple, her nipples got very hard despite the fear still gripping her body. Stephanie could feel her pussy getting very wet and she started to moan, both from the ghosts’ attention to her nipples, but also from the situation. She had always had fantasies about being tied and dominated, but had never had any experience in the matter, in fact she had very little sexual experience altogether, she was twenty years old but the furthest she had ever gone with a guy was to give a blowjob, but she did use her trusty dildo to get her of almost every night.

The ghost now got rougher, it started biting her nipples and squeezing around the base of the breast to get more blood into the nipple so the pain got even greater, making Stephanie moan and groan even loader. Just as the wetness between Stephanie’s legs started to run down her belly and into her bellybutton the ghost started caressing her slit and Stephanie let out a loud moan. Most of the fear had now subsided as the pleasure increased and as the situation was becoming clear to her she realized that there was no point in struggling and just enjoy the experience.
The ghost now began sucking her clit and penetrating her, first she felt something thin go in deeper and deeper until it rested against her cervix, then begin to grow until she was full beyond anything she had ever felt. When Stephanie thought the pleasure couldn’t get any greater the ghost started massaging her g-spot and applying a tremendous suction to her clit, throwing Stephanie into the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced. Her entire body shook violently for a long time and at the peak of ecstasy the ghost squirted a large amount of lotion up her sphincter and started penetrating her ass. The pleasure and pain Stephanie experienced as the ghost broke her anal cherry threw her into new heights of orgasmic bliss that lasted for several minutes.

As Stephanie’s body slowly came down from the mind-blowing orgasm the ghost started penetrating her ass deeper and slowly stretching it wider and wider while removing itself from her pussy, the stinging sensation made tears roll down Stephanie’s cheeks, but her body was responding to the anal manipulation and Stephanie started to moan and buck against the unseen lover to get more into her tight ass. The ghost responded by going even deeper inside her and growing to an even greater width, it also started torturing her nipples again. As Stephanie was once again nearing orgasm a mirror floated through the air and was positioned so that Stephanie could see straight up her own ass and still wide-open pussy. As she stared at her obscenely stretched ass she realized that she now could probably fit her own fist up there. Then the ghost started pulsing and humping the thing in her ass, making it grow thinner and thicker as it moved in and out of her ass at an increasing speed. The sensation this gave Stephanie was one of mixed pleasure and pain that made her juices flow like never before and when she came from the deep anal probing it was deeper and more satisfying than any orgasm to date and for the first time she squirted massive amounts of cum all over herself, a few of the jets even made it to her face and open mouth, almost making her choke before she could swallow the tasty liquid.
The ghost now untied her and enveloped her entire body like a protective cocoon, and Stephanie had never felt safer or more loved and at peace, and so fell asleep and slept the best sleep she ever had.

When she awoke in the morning she almost thought it had all been a dream, but then she felt the soreness in her ass, nipples and pussy and realized that it had actually happened. She also felt that she needed to make a bowel-movement and so went into her bathroom. There the ghost seized her again, bending her down on all fours with her ass just above the toilet and her knees hovering over the floor. The ghost then started massaging her breasts and pulling her nipples, it then started playing with her now soaking pussy, squeezing her swollen clit and dragging her juices up to her butthole and greasing it up.

The ghost then started the tap and led a small torrent of body-temperatured water to Stephanie’s ass and then led the water inside while making sure the contents did not escape. Stefanie started to feel that her colon was filling with water, but the ghost started caressing her clit again and was filling her very slowly to avoid cramps and discomfort, the ghost then penetrated her pussy as deep as possible and swelled up inside her, it then started pulsing the organ inside her and plugged up her butt with 1 L of water inside it the enveloped her entire body and started squeezing and massaging her belly and intensifying the assault on her breasts and vagina, it also started expanding the plug that held Stephanie’s bowels inside. When she was close to cumming the ghost lifted her to a seated position on the toilet and pinched her clit and nipples hard as it reached out a smaller tentacle deep inside her pussy and penetrated the cervix, simultaneous with these actions it released the plug from Stephanie’s ass, making her expel all of her insides and throwing her into yet another powerful and long orgasm.

Stephanie was sitting on the toilette panting and sweating after the day’s first orgasm when the ghost bent her over again and again filled her ass with water and also her vagina which felt incredibly good. The ghost then started fucking her ass with the water still inside, contiously growing, but doing it so slowly that Stephanie hardly felt any discomfort, the ghost was pounding away faster and faster, making Stephanie have multiple orgasms from both the water filling her pussy and now cervix, and the incredible feeling of being butt-fucked with a colon full of water. When Stephanie felt she couldn’t take any more the ghost sat her down on the toilet and pulled out of her ass and she came one last time from the release of the water, this orgasm making her tired body black out.

Stephanie woke up again from the shower jet hitting her body and the ghost washing her limp body gently, paying close attention to her breasts and nether regions, it then carried her out of the shower and dried her of gently. When it felt it was safe to let her go without her legs giving way it sat her down and she heard her stomach growling, so she went to the kitchen to get some breakfast, when she had eaten she felt invigorated and up for some more wild sex, so she started caressing her nipples. The ghost was directly reacted to her display of excitement and so began another session of strange and great sex.

Stephanie truly loved her new house and its spectral inhabitant and almost never left the house, they lived happily together ever after.

I confess that I did an awful thing to my exgirlfriend.

I'm a pretty big guy in the the muscle and just in general large department and she was a really hot, tiny blonde who was pretty easy to boss around if i was just a little forceful she would usually just give up.
She was a virgin when i got to her and i was usually a good guy in bed, vigorus and a tad forceful, but attentive to her needs to. I think she may have gotten a small kick out of being dominated, i liked doing it too and she just had an amazingly tight body. some times i got a little out of hand though.
it took me awhile, but as a she agreed to give me her anal virginity to me as well because she loved me and she wanted to make me happy
she seemed a little nervous. "don't worry, itll be fun, i promise" i said, and she nodded. "What about lube?" she asked. "use your mouth".
She got down and did the tip, I put my hands on her head and pushed it all the way, she gagged, spluttered and got all wide eyed and teary looking straight at me. Hottest look ever. She smacked my side twice and I let her back up, "what was that?!" she asked "Needed the whole thing nice and wet, you'll need it, just trust me" I said it in a very end of discussion way and she relented.
I felt wanted her in a better mood so I gave her a little smack on the ass and she giggled a little, she always like that.
Oh, btw, saliva makes very bad lube, maybe easy on the entry but dries up fast. I knew this, she didn't. ;)
She got down on all fours and I spread her open, she really had a tiny asshole. while i have modest 6+ a little inch dick, there was with a good thickness to it. It would be a tight fit.
The more I thought about it, the more i just felt wild. i wanted to shove it in there and damn her pleasure.
She tensed up as i prodded her with the tip and I couldn't take it anymore.
I pushed it into her hard, and she cleanched so I stopped. I leaned over, mashed her little tits and whispered, "If you fight it, it'll only make it worse", she whimpered, "ha-hang on please, i n-need a mi-aah!' I cut her off by thrusting in as fast as I could and catching her off guard. "You said you'd do this for me, you can't back out now like a fucking tease" I growled in her ear. she just dropped her head down, i think i heard tears. it only made me pound her ass harder as she cried into the mattress. It was so warm and tighter then her pussy, and with the power i had over her just then I was just in heaven.
she kept telling me how much it hurts and to please stop, "Shut the fuck up, you need to let me finish if you really love me" I said. If she tried to squirm away, I'd just hold her in place.
I loved listening to her beg and watching her thrash.
i reamed her ass for a good 20 minutes, near the end she was just lying there sobbing into the pillow. I pulled out and blew my load on her back and into her hair. I noticed a bit a of blood and she had just collapsed but I was too tired to really care then and just pulled her close and fell asleep.
I had to apolgize and buy her things for a week before she even talked to me again, but she always forgave me because she loved me.

Well, she is my ex now, but we lasted a good year after that incident and it wasn't cuse of sex we broke up.
I feel bad now, but it felt so good I know Id do it again if I could.
Is there anyone out there who's had similar experiences?

I was bored at work, so I wrote this erotic abusive domination of a guy. Hope it is okay.
(in some ways, I wish this would happen to me)
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She started to finger her already wet pussy. She could feel her nectar dripping down her inner thigh, caressing her anus and finally flowing onto the couch cushion below. Her short raven dark hair glistened in the florescent light, as her soft ghostly white fingers toyed plunged in and out of her vagina.

“What the fuck are you looking at,” she said, still finger fucking herself.

He looked down, he had to. Her rose colored dark red lips, her pale white skin, and her blue eyes were too much for him not to want her. He had always wanted her, lusting just to be in the same room with her.
“Isn’t it funny that your brother was able to fuck this pussy and you can’t? You’re such a fucking loser,” her voice was cold and he hated how she treated him.

He was kneeling right beside her. He could smell her scent which was driving him crazy. He perfume smelled sweet and her dripping juices had just the right pheromones to make his cock hungry for her. He longed to lick her clean shaven cunt, and lick her tiny little asshole clean.

“I’d better leave,” he murmured softly, getting up and turning his back to her.

She laughed, “You like the way I treat you don’t you.”

He kept walking, he heard her get up but didn’t bother to look behind him. He felt a sharp blow to his head and he was dizzy. His head hit the hardwood floor with a loud thump. The pain was intense, his head was pounding hard. He felt her tiny fists bashing away at his face, not soft, but with the force of someone trying to do some major damage.

She looked at him on the ground, bleeding. She began to remove his clothes. It took her a while, but she
finally was able to. Finding some rope, she tied him up where he lay. His hands were tied behind his back, and his legs were tied together too. She gagged him, making sure any sounds he would make out of pain would be muffled. He couldn’t cry out for help, and it turned her on.

The room spun into view, first a blurry vision of mixed scenery and then it focused. He felt something tugging on his cock, licking it, taking it into a hot wet hole. He tried to move but he couldn’t, he struggled but something was cutting into his wrists and legs. The ropes were tied tight, cutting off circulation and movement.

“And here I thought you had a little tiny cock like your brother,” he heard her voice say. He felt his cock slide deep inside her mouth, her tongue flicking the head, down the shaft. He tensed up, the ropes cut more into his skin.

“Don’t fight it,” she said, biting on the tip of his penis hard, giving him pain. He tried to scream out but it was muffled by the gag.

She was completely naked, her small perky tits were almost a silhouette to him as she climbed on top of his body. He could feel her pussy toying with his cock, but not letting him inside.

“You want to fuck this pussy don’t you?” she asked with an evil grin that frightened him.

“Don’t you?!?” She screamed and slapped his face hard.

“You’re a bad boy,” she said, burrowing her fingernails so hard into his chest she could feel clumps of skin under her nails. She gripped his chest harder, she wanted him to bleed. Gently she let his cock glide inside of her silky smooth pussy. She felt every inch of his cock, so deep, pressing on her cervix.

As she rode him she started to finger her ass, pumping his cock and her finger at the same time. She let his wet cock slide out and repositioned herself and shoved his girth in her tight asshole. She went wild, bobbing up and down, swiveling her hips, feeling is cock so deep inside her sphincter.

“Fuck you,” she said, spitting on him and slapping him, “fuck you for being so nice to me, you’re god damned pathetic. You’re not a man, your my little bitch.”

She pumped his cock deep in her ass, and pulled it out. Her mouth opened and she took all of him, every last inch. She could taste her own shit, and it turned her on. The fury of her face, bobbing up and down, her hair flipping wildly as she sucked him, licked him and stroked him, frightened him.

“Worthless ‘Mr. Niceguy’,” she yelled, clasping his testicles to make him writhe in agony. Getting up, she reared above him, straddled over him. He could see her beautiful body, a perfect body, petite and glistening with sweat. She knelt over his face, her ass arced up. He could feel warm liquid pouring onto his face, burning his wounds that she inflicted on him.

“You’re not even worth my piss,” she whispered.

Again she punched him, his face pulsated with pain, it burned with wounds that she had inflicted on him.

“This cock,” she said, grabbing his dick, “this is my cock now. I fucking own you. You’re my mother fucking slave, you little bitch. She slid her frame over his, he could feel how warm she was as her perspiration transferred to his skin.

She mounted him, smiling, sliding him in her. She could feel him pulsate with delight. Slow and steady, up and down, in and out, his rock hard cock was an exquisite delight to her. She hated him, but she also loved him. She needed this, there was no other way she could have started a relationship with him, and he was too genuine, too good, and too nice. She knew she had to break him, and she knew he wasn’t broken just yet. Breaking him would take time, but eventually he would learn to know her as his life, his world, and the only thing he ever would want or need.

She was gentle now, bucking her hips and squeezing his cock with her muscles. He let out a groan of pleasure, and with each and every movement his groans became louder. She felt him pulsating deep within her. Hot fluid streamed out of her pussy, down his shaft, it was complete. She kissed him on the forehead as his cock jumped inside her, still ejaculating white hot jets of seamen.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered in his ear.

mmmm... Let me know if this puts a tingle in daddy's naughty little girl tight wet pussy. If it does, then Daddy will send you a real stories, about My wife and stepdaughter..

.. Evening, my naughty little girl. You doing okay tonight? Bet you been a bad little girl. Thanks for the number. I might have a hard time texting you. I stopped using my cell a while back.I live out in the country by a lake. Never had good reception out here, so it seemed a waste of money to me. So you like to be dominant at times? Thats kwel. Back when my wife was alive, we would spend some time on those phones sex date hookups. After my wife discovered that she enjoyed playing the role of Daddy's little girl, I would tell her there's a lot more out there that either have done it or its a fantasys they go back to when they are getting themselves off. She didn't really believe me. She just thought it was her..lol Anyway, about that time the chat lines were just starting up. Wewould both get on there so she could listen. My greeting was always" were's my naughty little girl that was looking in my room last night, watching me tie up the young, petite little girl that I brought home, who wasn't much older than her? After a while I had a small following. Would ask some of them what was their fantasies was and would tailor a story for them. Loved to talk a girl thru a body racking orgasam. Was really good when I told them how I would slid two finger into their tight little pussy. Palm up,my finger tips sliding around inside their pussy, rubbing the the inside top until i felt that spongy little muscle. I said, you know, your special little spot, your g-spot.Would ask them if they have someone make the squirt. Most haven't, but most knew of that one very special spot that would send them over the top. My Wife loved to hear me talk a girl into coming. Most of the time she would be working on my cock and the girls would ask who was there? I would tell them it was my Stepdaughter. That would really get them going..lol That went on for awhile . One of the chat lines gave me a passcode so I could get on for free, I had such a good following, the more girls, who got on for free, the more guys would buy the membership. Sometimes I would Dave the slave. Would tell the girls that I wanted them to make me Jack off in front of them, maybe even some of their friends. I found that the girls that really hadn't planned on having phone sex, once they heard that she wasn't really doing anything bad, it was me being naughty, they were hooked. Listening to ny breathing and asking them if they wanted me to either describe what I was doing to my cock, or would they like to hear me stroke my hard cock. Wasn't to soon that I could hear their breathing getting louder. By the time I would ask them what I would see if I was standing thereat the foot of their bed,, slowly sliding hand up and down my cock? I would tell them that they were under, the covers but I could see on hand was at their breast,slowly squeezing, while I watched the other hand slowly make its way down their body,down between, by then, their widely spread apart with the knees slightly bent up towards the ceiling. All the while your transfixed on my hand slowly stroking up and down my cock, My mushroom head disappearing every time my hand slid up, pushing my foreskin up and over my beet red head. Their eyes widen as I stoped jacking my precome covered cock and slowly reached down to grab the covers with two hands and slowly pull it towards me. Slowlyndown past their titties with thier rosy red nipples that were like hard little pebble pointing upwards. I would torture them by stopping and asking them if they had their fingers inside that nhot pussy, or were they rubbibg their clit. Well, lol It was so hot coxing a girl that never dreamed that they would ever, ever masterbate, let alone come all the while begging me to come so see could see it while sheis fingering herself like a bitch in heat.
Man, I can't wait to hear your voice, to hear you get excited nasnI tell you what to do.. hmmmm... Let me know what you would like for me to do, since In can't text before I call. By the way, do you have a boy/girl friend that you get to role play with? Just to let you know, I love assfucking with you on your back, legs on my shoulders or your feet pressed against my chest, drawing your ass up and tight on my cock. Finger your pussy, yes, right on your G-0J12B0Q3SG. Daddy's going to Make you squirt all over me.... Night night my dirty little girl..