I write to tell you about a mess of a weekend that starts off seeing Nine Inch Nails this weekend.

It started when my girlfriend was saying she could hardly stand or see.

I knew that after how much she had taken of various means the only solution was to make her vomit.

Forgetting how tight security is when just trying to go to the bathroom we snuck around like thieves in the night and found a lockable changing room.

She did well considering she was inebriated.
She knew to keep eye contact and make sure I was enjoying my display.

I forced several pints of water down her then she fell to the floor.
I grabbed her hair back. pushed my way deep into her pussy and held my fingers down her throat, feeling her pussy pulsate as she gagged down my arm.

I could tell this was waking her up when she suddenly flips around and sits in the corner of the shower and forces her hand down her throat.

"Nobdoy said stop" I said.

Hey hand was no longer emptying herself but soothing the new red mark on her face.

I grabbed her neck and forced my cock down her throat and fucked her while she puked up all she had left.

After vomiting, fucking, cumming, showering, having a snack of some caramel buttons and just missing the last of the terrible support act... The Stewards finally come to the door. I can hear their walky-talkies.

Somehow I tell you all. We were left alone... We walked out of there and there where no questions asked.

We found our way back to our spot quite close to the front.
People could smell us. They could see the wild sex craved high lunatics in us and they were hungry for it.

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dog Rapes Woman

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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. ([email protected])
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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.


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Recently my wife and I picked up extra part time jobs. I took a job at a janitorial company cleaning offices Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights from 7pm-midnight. I was doing my normal thing, going into offices, vacuuming, wiping tables and changing trash. I go into an office and go to take out the trash and I notice what looks like cum on the inside of the trashcan along the bag. I look around and no one was there. I don't know why, but I stuck my tongue out and licked it. I was curious what it taste like. I didn't taste much the 1st time and go super horny thinking about what I was doing and I licked it again and sucked some off the bag.

Just at that moment I hear, "What the fuck are you doing?" I look over and a man was in the door. I didn't know what to say. I set the can down and said sorry and went to walk out. He stepped in the room and closed and locked the door. I was nervous, I thought he was going to kick my ass. He gets right up in my face and asked again what I was doing. I said nothing and he quietly said, "You were licking my cum weren't you?" I froze. Speechless and embarrassed. He then grabs my next and said, "You're just a little fag aren't you?" I began to chock and said, "No! I'm married!" He pushed me down and said, "Well, I tell you what. You have two options. One, I tell your boss you were doing inappropriate things in my office. You'll get fired and have to explain to your wife why. Or 2, you suck my dick and get fresh cum down your throat. What will it be fag?"

I was so embarrassed. My wife couldn't find out. I said, "So you're going to tell my boss I licked cum out of your trash can? I'm sure your boss would like that you were jacking off in your office! Fuck you!" He slapped me in my face and said, "No dumb ass, I'll tell him I walked in on you jacking off in my trash can and will show him the cum and say it's you. So you ready to suck?"

I was so angry and scared. What would my wife think if someone tells her that I got fired for jacking off at work! Next thing I know, he pulls out his dick. It was hard and had some precum. I was face to face with another mans dick for the first time ever. He pushed his hips toward my face and I turn and feel his precum rub on my cheek. He grabs my head and turns it back and pushes it on my lips. At this point I felt there was nothing else to do. Next thing I know, his cock is in my mouth and I am sucking on it.

The feel of his skin on my tounge turned me on and I started to get hard. He noticed and said, "you like that, don't you?" I looked up at him and he asked me again and I nodded yes. He told me to stroke him as I sucked. He gave me other pointers too and in about 5 minuted said, "Get ready for some fresh cum." Next thing I know i feel him shooting cum in my throat and mouth. I almost puked but managed not to. He pulled out and I went to reach for the trash can to spit it out and he moved it and said swallow. I did. I just swallowed a mans load!

He zips up his pants and says I did a good job. I get up fast to walk out. I wanted to puke and get water. He yells, "Hey!" I turn around and he says, "You forgot my trash," I walk over and take out the dirty nag and put a fresh on in and go to walk away and he says, "I'll stay late Monday night too. . . "

I don't know what to do. I don't want to run into him again but need the money. I can't just quit.What if he wants more next time? I'm disgusted, horny and angry all at once. My wife has no clue what happened and never will.

im a home health nurse and always the person who has everything together and hard working.. BUT I HAVE A SECRET NIGHT LIFE... every weekend and sometimes during the week i get high on meth and fuck random stranger. i meet most of them online dating sites or when im walking around town.. i dont charge anyone to fuck me and i love when they degrade, choke, spit on, slap, force or pass me around.. i love when the treat me like the nasty bitch i am.. most dont know im high, but the ones that also smoke i let them put shards in my ass and fuck it in deeper... i usually only fuck men 7in or more but if they are giving me meth i will let them fuck regaurdless.. i also let everyone fuck me raw, i love to feel a guys nut dripping out of me or go fuck a new guy with cum from the previousguy still in me.. i have been a freeuse fucktoy for my dealer's friends and customers before, willingly, and i took a few short breaks to smoke and drink water and things but was fucked for 10hours.. my favorite time was when i let my friend shoot me up for the first time.. he made it very strong and i could barely function. he handcuffed my hands behind me and fucked every hole.. then he called serveral guys over to use me however they fucking wanted. they were rough and i was fucked for 13hours and slapped around, spit on, i was forced to drink piss.. a guy started out fucking my throat then shoved his cock in as far as he could and held me there as he pissed in my throat... when he pulled out finally i puked and before i could get a breath had a cock shoved back in.. my friend shoved a huge shard in my ass and he forced his dick in my ass right after, the whole thing all in one thrust.. he then stared to fuck me hard.. the meth burned and i begged to stopp which he replied shut up and take this dick stupid bitch and someone put their cock in my mouth to shut me up... i get wet replaying the day in my head.. i want it to happen again.. i have slammed a few times since then and i fuck anyone when i shoot meth.. i fucked 2 homeless tweakers in their tent on the sidewalk once, a crackhead guy i met outside of 711 that gave me his pipe with freshly loaded crack to hit as he fucked me from behind as i leaned on the trunk of my car , and some guy that i met walking out of a guy i just got done fuckings house and to my car he asked for a cigarette and as i gave him one and a lighter he asked if i smoked clear and i said yes so we were chilling in thenear by park and i let him play with my pussyand he soon had his dick inside me.. he loved how much of a fucking whore i wasand he left a huge load of cum in me... im a nasty worthless stupin meth slut and ive fucked around 200 men in the year and a half since i first tried meth.. i love being a cumdump and being used and abused..

im currently looking for a scene where this chubby blonde gf gets her throat fucked almost pukes guy makes her eat his ass for a in goes back to deepthroat then fucks the chubby bitch, shes blonde and akward, i remember when hes fucking her shes like dont cum im gonna cum soon and he just cums anyway and she looks super dissapointed.

I also remember when hes fucking her throat he says aww are you gonna puke. Been looking for the scene forever, its homemade. help!!!

So where do I begin....
I have a fantasy where I get kidnapped by a alpha male and forced to be feminized as a sissy slave. Where he forces me to wear chasity panties bras maid outfit and over all slutty. Not only that he forces me to do chores while he's at work and if I don't do something he tortures me. He tortures me by whipping me till I bleed, fucking my ass raw with no lube, slapping me around, wedgie me, choke me till I pass out, has other people use me as there will, have me deep throat his dick till i puke, force me to consume his shit and piss etc. 

So yah there's more but this is the basics

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LITTLE TEASE NEXT DOOR Part 2

Shae woke up the next morning alone in her bed feeling very hungover and her body was sore. Her head was pounding. *Geez what happened last night* she thought. She was unable to recall right away how she even made it home. Slowly it started coming back to her. As she sat up she had visions of getting fucked. Hardcore fucked. By Joe.

*Wait Did that actually happen? Was it a dream?*

She looked under her bed and pulled out her special toy box. Everything seemed to be in its place. She grabs her cell phone and texts her best friend asking what time they left the bar that night and when did she drop her off at her house.

Her pussy was sore. It couldn't have been a dream.

She thought maybe she was losing her mind. She thought about going next door and asking him about it. How awkward of a conversation would that be if he didn't fuck her to madness last night.

She was feeling conflicted. If he raped me, why am dripping wet thinking about it.

If he didn't rape me why am I thinking so much about him doing it?

She took a shower letting the hot water relax her back muscles a bit before lathering her body in soap. She ran her hands all over and found a couple of bruises on her wrists. *There's no way I was dreaming* she thought.

She got out of the shower and got dressed and decided she'd just go over and ask him casually how his night went and if she remembered correctly about him helping her with her keys to the door.

She put on a cute little yellow low cut sundress and sandals and she walked over to Joe's house. Surprisingly he was not on his porch. She rings the doorbell to his big brick 2 story house that dwarfed her little 1 bedroom 1 bath house.

She was about to ring the doorbell again when she heard his footsteps nearing the door. He answered the door with a smile on his face, "Well hello there Shae, what can I do for you?"

"I just had a question" He gestured for her to come inside which she hesitates but still walks in. He closes the door behind them and he leads her to the couch in the living room to have a seat.

"So, what was your question?" he asks sitting in the recliner chair beside the couch.

Shae clears her throat, "Well, I mean this is gonna sound silly, but I had this really vivid crazy dream last night."

"Did you? " He says with a devious grin.

"You were in it." she says. Her voice suddenly growing hoarse and giving her a bit of a cough.

"Before you tell me about it, would you like something to drink?" he asks politely.

"Yes please. Sorry I am kind of dehydrated."

"It's no problem"

He comes back with a blue gatorade and Shae guzzles a good majority of it.

"Better?" he asks.

"Yes, thank you so much." She answers.

"Now, about this vivid crazy dream?"

"Yes well, I uhm, came home drunk from the bar last night."

"Oh. Only that part wasn't a dream. I saw you bust your ass last night and lose your keys. Remember?"

Shae paused and said, "Oh so that part actually..?"

He nodded his head slowly while smiling deviously at her. Shae began to feel kind of faint and dizzy.

"So did you come. In-into my, into th-the house I mean." She said. Her vision was reducing to a colorful blur. Then it begins to fade.

"Oh I came sweetie. I came all up in that pussy and made it mine remember?" he says moving himself to the couch closer to her as her eyes start closing and she can hardly hold herself upwards.

Shae heard him but she was barely clinging to consciousness. She weakly whispers "No.."

"I'm your fucking daddy. I can't believe you forgot so soon. That's okay, your tight ass is about to get a new lesson." He tells her just as she falls over slumped over on his couch.

"He flips her onto her back and rips open the dress to get those perfect titties out to play again.

"This time baby, you're not leaving. You're gonna be just the prettiest little basement & bedroom decoration." He says with both hands grabbing her tits massaging them and flicking her pink little nipples about as he does.

"You're fucking mine."

ー

Shae's eyes felt like they weighed more than she did. There was a very dull LED light on the other side of a wall that she could see. She looked around and let her eyes adjust. She felt cold and when she went to move she realized that she was laying on a mattress in a basement chained by one of her ankles. She had her little dress on still but it was torn at the chest leaving her cleavage out on display. She grabbed the chain and followed it to find it was attached to a metal U ring tie down that was concreted to the ground.

*Oh my God* she thought.

Then she exploded with rage.

"LET ME OUT OF HERE! JOE!! JOE YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WHAT THE FUCK! LET ME GO!! HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!"

Joe appears from around the wall.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of her mattress didn't she?" He says calmly.

"Why?"

"I told you, you're fucking mine."

"You can't just keep me here. People will be looking for me."

"And?"

"Please let me-"

"Shut the fuck up" He said sternly as he started to walk over. Shae backed up and tripped falling back on the mattress. Joe suddenly lunged at her pinning her down with his body as she squirmed and struggled beneath him. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Who fucking owns you."

"Fuck you!"

*Slap*

"Who's your fucking daddy bitch?"

"You're not my fucking daddy!"

*Slap*

"That's not what you were screaming last night."

"Fuck you! I was drunk!"

*slap"

"Do you think that matters? You want this. Why else would you have come over? You wanted daddy to rape you again. You know that's what you want , what you deserve. What you fucking exist for."

"Noo" She whines with her face throbbing from him slapping her.

"Oh yes. Daddy's gonna hurt you with his big cock every fucking day and you're gonna fucking love it."

Shae softly crying softly whispering "No, no..."

Joe ignores her and he puts her two wrists together to keep them pinned with one hand above her head as his free hand starts to grope her titties. Her nipples were still sore from being pulled and twisted so hard the night before. Everytime he touched them they send a shockwave of pain and pleasure throughout her whole body.

He reached down between her legs rubbing her pussy through her little dress and panties.

"Mmmm this is no longer yours. It is mine. It will be shaved when I say, played with as I say and fucked as I say. Do you understand me?"

Shae doesn't answer but instead just stares up at him with watery fear & hate filled eyes.

"Perhaps I just need to intoxicate you again to get you to look at me with those submissive eyes once again. Or maybe some heavy drugging so I can brainwash you. Hmm? Would you like that?" he says.

She shakes her head no. He smiles and says too bad.

Stands up and forces her up by her hair and over to a sawhorse sex bench in the corner with a mirror in front of it. He forces her to bend over it and he straps her down facing the mirror.

"I made you a promise last night that I was gonna take every hole on your body. I have yet to fulfil that promise my little tease."

Joe takes off his clothes as his eyes remained locked on her, admiring how good she looks tied bent over that sawhorse with that helpless expression on her face. His cock springs free and he begins to stroke it. Then he walks up and slaps it on her face a few times ordering her to open her mouth. She hesitates at first until Joe reared his hand back to slap her again and so she opens her mouth.

Joe slams right into her throat making her gag hard on his cock. He had his hands on each side of her head to make sure she choked on his cock properly. "Mmmm you can take it further down your throat than that. Relax your throat and this face fucking will be easier on you."

What choice did she have? She tried her best to relax her throat so his cock would slide down it easier. She hated obeying him but really she didn't want to puke all over him either. He had his cock going in and out of the back of her throat to where she was literally swallowing the head of his cock with each thrust. Drool was all over and her eyes were watering like crazy. She looked up at him with those watery eyes when he barked a command at her to do so and when she did he'd look down into them with awe as if her almost suffocating on his cock was the most precious sight in the world to him.

"You better not waste a fucking drop of my cum little girl or daddy is going to punish you hard" Her eyes widen as she didn't expect him to cum in her mouth just yet but before she could even take another gasp of air he grabbed her head and pressed it hard down onto his cock as she felt his hot cum shooting down her throat hole.

"Swallow baby. Swallow it! Yeahhh!"

Shae felt so filthy.

"Good girl he said finally releasing her head and he walked away from her over to a drawer where he pulled out a dildo, a ball gag and a vibrating wand.

"Since you were a good girl, I am going to reward you."

She looked at him curious as to what he was going to do while still adorned with her helpless expression. Oh how Joe loved his personal fuck toy.

"Open"

Shae opens her mouth to accept the ball gag into it. Then Joe sets up the wand on her clit and ties it to where it can't move and then he rubs the dildo on her asshole and shae squirmed in protest. He laughed and suddenly shoved it into her pussy, fucking her with it a bit as he flipped on the wand. Fuck it felt so good. No matter how she wanted to deny it he was going to make her cum for him yet again.

Joe could tell from her gagged moans and the movement of her body as he played with her that she was about to have an orgasm ripping through her entire body. But he suddenly stopped, pulling the dildo out and turned the vibrator off, denying her the orgasm.

Oh did this piss Shae off. She let out a moan full of distress, need and a bratty "But whyy?!" sound to it. Joe laughed and asked "Aww. Poor baby girl doesn't like being denied orgasms now does she?"

He laughs deviously stroking his big already hard again cock.

"Dont worry baby" Joe then spits on her asshole and Shae whimpers and shakes her head no, knowing she's about to have her virgin asshole taken by Joes porn star sized cock. She knew his girth would rip her asshole and stretch her to fit him inside. She felt him rub the tip at her tight hole.

*Oh god! No!*

She struggled like crazy in her restraints and joe took some of Shae's wetness up from her pussy to her asshole as Shaes anticipatory whining and pleading grew louder. With one hard merciless thrust he plunged his huge cock deep into her asshole and turned her whines into loud screams. She never felt so helpless, filthy and in pain as he ripped her ass with his cock. As he started pulling out it hurt even worse but as soon as he got his cock to where the tip was almost out of her hole he rammed it right back in.

She screams again and whimpers as joe starts to steadily fuck her asshole.

"Oh fuck yeah baby take this fucking dick!"

He suddenly rams the dildo back in her pussy at the same time making Shae let out the most perfect surprised helpless cry then he flipped the wand back on.

Shae couldnt take it, feeling so full with all of her holes were currently filled with dick, dildo and a gag. It was overwhelming. She felt it coming though. An orgasm with the most torturous intensity she's ever experienced. Joe seeing her body tense ready to release, gave her that release with the the touch of the button turning the wand on hi.

Shae's orgasm ripped through from her toes through to the tip of her head. Her body convulsed and her mind was absent any thought other than that of the hardest orgasm she has ever had in her life that continued to ripple through her body sending after shock like shudders.

The clenching of her hole on his cock had him on the verge of cuming deep in her ass.

It was when he saw the look of submission in her eyes again that he finally filled her ass with his cum.

He moans out as he feels his cock start spewing cum into her. She was his. She is property. His property. A fucking toy to be kept, used, put on display.... And the perfect specimen to breed.

Who wants to fuck Steph’s tiny throat till she pukes? 

Craigslist Joe showed up as I finished up removing my body hair with Nair hair removal cream. I blissfully greeted him at the door wearing a towel and a smile with my long, damp hair on either side of my neck. I took yet another gulp from my bottle of whiskey and asked him to wait while I applied my makeup and stretched my faggot cunt with my butt plug. He obliged, knowing that he arrived early and I caught him looking at me in the mirror, patiently as I grew excited with my rubber phallus, stretching my shit cunt. I peeked back, winking and making small talk while he was polite and waited as I applied my eyeliner, lipstick, etc...

The door was knocked on yet agin, as to my surprise a very dark skinned, fat lip nurse showed up to my hotel room with a BBC in his trousers. I gave him a French kiss as he entered and asked him if he was ready to fuck this bitch faggot up tonight. He laughed and sat on the opposite side of the bed as he and "Joe" conversed as I finished my face and dressed. Joe asked, "How much do you like dressing like a slut for strangers?" while I undressed myself in the mirror. I replied as I knelt on the bed. "Last one to put their raw cock in my slutty faggot ass gets to fuck my throat! " They were naked in no time, where Joe spat on his dick and forced it inside my hungry shit cunt, I eagerly choked and gagged on the black cock in front of me.

I was spit roasted for awhile by these two strangers who replied to my Craigslist ad, until the stench of shit blew out of my bowels with Joe deep in my faggot cunt. He slapped me and whispered into my ear, "You're going to be sorry for that faggot !" and without hesitation, pulled his shit covered cock out of my ass and jammed it into my throat. I didn't hesitate to take his dick, but I puked as he forced his stinky dick into my faggot throat. The stink was overwhelming and I love to vomit, so to me, this was ecstasy. With the black dude watching, Joe was finally disgusted and left after taking a quick shower.

The black guy sat next to me while I was covered in filth at every orifice, and asked what I really like. I drank some more whiskey and showed him videos of myself eating shit, puking and fucking myself with massive dildos. He cuddled with me for awhile before he squatted over my mouth and squirted his rancid diarrhea into my willing toilet of a mouth. I gargled his diarrhea and begged him to violate my ass with his naked black cock. I spat in his face while he endured the stink and called him names like "faggot lover" and "shit nigger", only to have him pull my hair, donkey punch me and tell me "I'm his AIDS bitch now and I have him to thank for the diseased semen dripping out of my shit ridden throat and ass."

When he finished, I passed out on the bed just before he left, only to video record myself vomiting the remaining whiskey I just chugged all over my shit crusted body for all of you delightful perverts to jack off to. I am black owned now, and a shit eating sissy faggot at the disposal of dirty old men who like to use dirty fags like me as their toilet...

Hail Satan !

 Pauline The Slut - Part 13: Gary and Ellie

 

When Ellie took her tongue out of my asshole  she looked up at me with a cruel smile. She came up beside me and went to kiss me. I recoiled. My husband glared at me. I knew I would suffer if I didn't kiss Ellie. I turned towards her and opened my mouth. She kissed me passionately, her tongue darting inside. The taste of cum mixed with my shit was overpowering. Her hand squeezed my breast before moving to my nipple. She scratched her nail across it before she crushed my nipple between her fingers and thumb. When I gasped she bit my lip and broke away.

Gary, my husband and Ellie were laughing as I lay there. "OK, time for food." Gary announced. "Come on slut."
 

Ellie and I were sent to the kitchen to make some dinner while our husbands drank beer and watched what had been filmed. After dinner we returned to the bedroom. I was told to get on all fours. Gary and my husband rearranged the cameras. Ellie was behind me. I could hear her opening and closing a drawer. The cameras were switched on.

Ellie walked around and stood in front of me. I was shocked. She had a big black cock strapped to her. I'd never imagined such a thing on a women. The cock was far bigger than any of the men who had used me over the previous weeks.

She grabbed me by the hair and told me to suck. The big black cock was pushed towards my mouth. "Open your mouth slut or I'll have my master fry your cunt."

I parted my lips and she pushed the cock into me. It was so big, my mouth was fully stretched trying to accept it. She didn't stop pushing. My whole face was contorted by the size of the cock.

She then started to push in and out, fucking my mouth with the big black cock. Each time she drove further into my mouth. I started to choke. I felt the tip of the cock stretch my throat. I began to panic. I couldn't breathe. I tried to push her away but her grip on my hair was strong. My head was spinning. She eventually pulled out. I gasped for air.

Once I had got a few mouths full of air she started again. Fucking my mouth. This time she forced the cock straight down my throat. I fought to get up but she held my head between her two hands. Everything started to go dark before she pulled out. I filled my lungs with air. I was just recovering when she pushed the cock into my mouth again.

I was scared she was going to kill me. She was thrusting her hips at pace pushing the cock even further down my throat. I started to see stars and then my head began to spin. She finally pulled out and let go of my head. I took in massive mouthfuls of air.

Ellie went behind me and drove the big black cock into my vagina. "Nooooo..... Take it out, it's too big." I screamed. I was been torn open by her thrusts. My screams just seemed to encourage her to drill into me harder. It felt like I was being split in two. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

"Look into the camera slut." She said as she drove the remainder of the cock into me. My screams roared throughout the cabin. She was enjoying pounding in and out of my vagina. I collapsed on the floor when she finally withdrew the cock from me.

The men took photos as she stood over me triumphantly. As I lay there the men took off their clothes and got on the bed. Ellie took the cock off and joined them. She mounted Gary's cock and started to ride him while my husband pushed his cock into her ass. The men were aggressively fucking her and she seemed to be ecstatic in her response. Soon the scene before me reached a climax. My husband and Gary were cumming.

My husband got up and looked at me. Ellie got off Gary, lay back in the bed and spread her legs. I knew what was coming next. Gary picked up a camera.

OK slut, suck all the cum out of the fuck slaves cunt and ass." my husband ordered.

I struggled on to the bed. Cum was oozing out of Ellie's vagina. Tears were running down my face as I reconciled myself to the horrible task. I got between Ellie's legs and licked at the cum coming out of her vagina. The taste of her juices and the cum made me wrench.

"Come on slut, get your tongue right up her cunt. There's lots of cum for you up there." my husband said.

My tongue went inside her. My mind was telling me this was wrong but I would be punished if I stopped.

 
"Now get working on that cum filled asshole."

 
I hesitated and then saw my husband pick up the electric baton. I started licking around her asshole  before sticking my tongue in. After several minutes the men were happy that I had sucked out all the cum.

"Time for a shower." Gary said.  

We all went to the bathroom. Ellie and me were told to get in the shower and wash each other's body. The men started filming. Ellie went to work on me lathering soap all over my body paying particular attention to my breasts and vagina. I let out a cry when she inserted her finger into my ass. I was then told to do the same to her. My fingers trembled as I soaped her body. She then turned around and bent over wriggling her behind. I looked at her puzzled.

"Stick your finger up her ass slut. We want to see you finger fuck her asshole  and your going to smile doing it." Gary said.

I looked at him, then at my husband. There was no mercy from them. I was just a slut to be used as they wished. I placed my hand on her behind, slipped between her crack and found her asshole .

"Smile slut."

 
I forced a smile smile as I pushed a finger into her ass.

"Push it up and down."

 
I used my finger to fuck her ass.

 
"Slip another finger in."

I forced a second finger inside her ass. After a few minutes of finger fucking her ass my husband said to me.

"Keep fucking her ass and look into the camera and say I'm Pauline and I love finger fucking my girlfriends ass."

 
I felt like I was going to faint.

"Hurry up slut."

I faced the camera and said "I'm Pauline and I love finger fucking my girlfriends ass."

"Now take your fingers out and lick them."

My stomach churned. I knew it was useless to protest. I took my fingers from Ellie's arse and licked them. I struggled not to puke.

"When you two sluts are finished we'll be waiting in the bedroom.

As the men left I threw up. Ellie grabbed me by the hair, forced me to the ground and shoved my face into my vomit.

"You stupid fucking slut. You better clean that up." She left me there lying on the floor while she went out to the bedroom.
 

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Ok I hav already started drinking to much and he will be home soon so I am already in trouble so I am posting this question. Are ther any guys that like pussy better than shoving their dicks in your face down your throat? pleased don't get me wrong my man has great amazing sex with me just us two and with others and he does use all of me regularly but lately some of his friends that we let use and even abuse my body sometimes stop by have a few drinks and fuck my face then are too tired or limp to do anything els when I want two dicks in me eve though it hurts so bad I came when the sandwich me I really don't enjoy pain or cocks ramed inmy face shoved down mt throat but I do get so wet seeing feeling and hearing the guys enjoy me so much. I have bee told that a lot of guys like head so much because they don't get I enough? I have also been told that they love that I can take the whole thing but that not me its thrm shoving it in my face so how is it diffrent that otyer women? Sorry drinking hop you can understand this. I really want know if guys would more rather fuck a girls face tgan her pussy? I don't know ifwhat Im told is real because I really can't handle it that good sometimes the h a ve me puking all over the place soim not that good at it. Even college guys havesaid tgat my puss is really tight and I am always wet. So waht do you think? Pleas tell me caus I will probably br punishedfor this post