Looking to be the human toilet to one girl or a group of girls.

i once cut the ends off a banana and used it to masturbate with. is that kinda disturbing i mean, what if bananas cut the ends off of humans and used us for masturbation? I mean... think about it

I confess HUMANS need to be spaded and neutered....ALL OF THEM. They are a cancer. This world needs to be purged.....cleanse.

What really pisses me off is god made us in his own image. For far to long I've seen countless innocents murdered for no reason and what that is

all of God's plan. I've seen babies be just born just to be taken away the next second

I hate myself for being such a lousy human being. Why can't I be normal??? Why does my inner sole want to punish me for being me?? Each night I dream that I am dying in the most vile way.......... I wake in a sweat, choking on imagined smoke, wondering why I can't seem to clear my throat. I served in the forces honourably but seem to carry that stigma with me. Why is that?? What did I do wrong? What did WE do wrong?
My wife is frightened of me, she says nothing, she does nothing but the fear is there, I can tell. She knows my back ground, and knows I will never hurt her. God bless her for sticking with me.

Why haven't I got the guts to kill myself and rid the world of my presence??? Why does my sole continue to haunt me - only doing my designated job seems so pointless a reason, and NO I recognise it isn't an excuse either.

I'm NEVER dating a Girl with KIDS - too much extra baggage and I KNOW i'll never get to BANG HER!!!!, also... i am NEVER dating a girl who has tooo much fucking DRAMA !!!!!!!!!! cant stand a girl who has DRAMA!!!!

dont need that shit!!! drama and extra baggage doesnt sound like devine planning to me, sounds more like human planning, in other words.... one group trying to controll another group, busisness as usuall in america...

now, if you think you do have rights... one last assignment for ya..
next time youre at the computer, get on the internet, go to wikipedia, in the search feild for wikipedia I want you to type in JAPANESE AMERICANS 1942, and you'll find out about all your fucking precious rights...

in 1942 there were 110,000 JAPANESE AMERICANS in good standing law biding people who were thrown into etnterment camps, all because their parants were born in the wrong country....

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gaa9iw85tW8 fast fwd to 4:20

I don't own a gun, never needed a reason to (most of the time), but if I did, I DEFINATELY would not want to loose that right in the face of our oppressive friendly neighborhood government that has a excessively strong compulsion to maintain law and order no mater what the cost. If anything, I think we should fucking disarm our government!

So for those of you young anti-gun activists who are so but-hurt about the faults of humanity, here is a little tidbit for those of you that are ether too young or ignorant of history. Hell, I was even a kid when this shit happened.

Southern California State
Feb. 1968
3 dead, 27wounded

Jackson State
May 1970
2 dead, 12 wounded

Kent state
May 1970
4 dead, 9 wounded

Southern University
Nov 1972
2 dead, 2 wounded

After the Kent state shootings, the attorney general John Mitchell said there was no need to explore the killings because he knew in advance the causes couldn’t possibly be the national guard or the police.
The FBI investigation report subsequently proved that there were no shots fired by the students and there was grave culpability on the part of the guard.
Needless to say, Washington did nothing about it.

If everyone (human) on this planet commited sucicide all at the same time, think of the problems it would solve. No wars, no human deseases, no taxes, no prisons,no IRS and shall I go on? No mother inlaw, no boss, no sore dicks, no walmart. I am a genius!

i confess all alien movies are bullshit. none of them accurately portray the real reasons why and/or how extraterrestrials would make contact with Humans.

- the only reason aliens would bother with insects like us is to reproduce. to spread and keep their race going. our planet is useless to them, too polluted to be harvested. war would be pointless.

*alternative*

-majority of species on Earth are microrganisms. so realistically, our first contact with extraterrestrials would be that with a foreign-stellar microrganism.

I confess that im tired of all this propaganda about the world ending, everyday some prick comes up with another story saying it will end on this date and it never does!
I just want to wake up look out my bedroom window to see pure chaos and destruction and shout out loud
HOW DOES IT FEEL YOU BASTARDS, HOW DOES IT FUCKING FEEL, YOU HAD THIS ONE COMING, AND NOW YOUR PERFECT HUMAN SYSTEM OF A WORLD IS NO MORE, NO MORE TECHNOLOGY NO MORE GOVERNMENT AND MOST OF ALL NO MORE ACTING LIKE FUCKING ROBOTS, WELCOME TO THE NEW WORLD WELCOME TO REAL FREEDOM LOLLOLLOLLOLLOLLOL (evil laugh which goes on for about 5mins)
Someone out there please do something FFS!

I'm trying to find videos of more than two guys buttfucking at once. Like human centipede, but with buttfucking. Does anyone know what that's called?

Are there no female humans in Utah that look at this site? Posting to meet any here is as lame as on Craigslist. Would just like to meet some nice looking women not shamed by their sexual humanity. Utah is a great place for that kind of thing.
Surprise me with some of your darkest desires or confessions.

Are there no female humans in Utah that look at this site? Posting to meet any here is as lame as on Craigslist. Would just like to meet some nice looking women not shamed by their sexual humanity. Utah is a great place for that kind of thing.
Surprise me with some of your darkest desires or confessions.

My confession is that I was in a secret military division in the US army for over a decade. I was volunteered into a secret program. They cut off my penis and testicles, and grafted a new set of genitalia onto my body. I later found out it had be genetically engineered to produce alien sperm that they'd produced using tissue samples of the aliens from Area 51.

The military board would set me up in isolation and send in teenaged girls for me to impregnate. Their aim was to produce alien-human hard-core porn to sell to the black market. It turns out that lots of cashed-up Russian millionaires are willing to pay big bucks for videos of a man with an alien cock fucking blonde US cheerleaders. They used it to fund all their important R&D initiatives of the past twenty years.

The agency put me out to pasture about ten years ago. I'm subsisting on a military pension and life is still pretty good, but my alien cock is starting to weird me out. Sure, it's massive and the erections last for hours, but ordinary pussy don't feel as good as the pussies of all those high school cheerleaders in the middle of a porno set. Sometimes I wish that they'd replaced the alien cock with my original penis, but then again, this alien cock also pick up cable and has a wireless internet connection.

Hi I wanted to share some pics for any girls that are interested. Here's the thing, almost all guys just post their dick do some super standard dirty talking and honestly, I am doing this because you girls desperately need a real guy that will talk to you like a human being. Tell me when you get to know someone and your actually into them that it doesn't make the whole situation million times better. Seriously, I can't guarantee I'll like everyone but you will not regret stepping into the erotic and honestly romantic:

Trust my humanity you have sight and my knowledge of 1s and 0s everything will work fine

Shooting instructor killed by an infant firing an Uzi sub-machine gun... ROFL!!! Serves the cunt right. What kind of sick fuck teaches little kids to fire lethal weapons? What the hell is the matter with the USA, FFS?

I hope all the gun-fondling NRA psychos will hang their heads in shame - but they won't, because their lust for guns trumps every other emotion that a NORMAL HUMAN BEING would feel. The best news is that there is one fewer of these sick fucks in the world today.

I'm 45, pretty sexual and love sex. My husband is a year older and I've more or less got bored having sex with him.
I try all my best to make myself sexy, to get turned on so I would have a desire to have sex with him again, I do good make-ups, dress in fine lingerie, nylons and heels.
This get me very aroused, but still not enough to want to have sex with him. It's very frustrating since I love sex, I enjoy it enormously.
Lately I've started to have sex with our dog while my husband is at work, and actually he turns me on extremely much more than any human man have ever done.
I don't know what to do really, should I ask my husband to join me and our dog? I can't imagine a life with only human sex anymore, even though I know that would be the right thing.

If I was god your prayers would fall on deaf ears in fact humans wouldn't exist

IV been extra close latly with my daughter.(18, plz don't remove this post again, its consenting adults) we haven't ever done anything sexual,at least not yet. currently we've however been involved in a joint venture of selling her panties on ebanned.(yes that was an earlier confession) I never thought of her as sexual until just recently. and between her conversations and customers I have found what I consider "personal" growth. I'm actually geting aroused by her posing for the pics I take for the listings. and flatly clients have offered money to do nudes... we were timid to do those at first be because I'm her father and all. but we both felt we would be mature about it. and it was just bussiness. not like we were having sex or anything....and it wasn't like she was masterbaiting (at first)
eventually she did work her way up to those requests. I set CAM on tripod and left the room the first few times. the last time I was in the room because she was having trouble keeping her head off screen and her goods in the shot... was a pain in the ass for her the previous times. now we have laid down cretin ground rules..and they have been either pushed or bended because of customer requests. I'm not sure I'm read to have sex with her(yet) but I definitely think that I would enjoy watching her swallow a glass of my cum. based on me taking the position of its only business, its only human cum(very natural). I think she might go for it especially since she seems to have an affinity for the flavor.(from a past conversation with her) the only thing is I think I would need a client to request it.seems like a hassle. if anyone else base a better suggestion on how to bring it up. would be very thankful. will post win if successful.

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I was searching for a style of fucking involving the woman being on her hands and knees and being penetrated from behind.

I am not a pedo nor am I into non-humans. WTF MOTHERLESS

how would you use this absolute piece of young human fuckmeat?

I want to give her a little human in her belly 

I am leaving this site until the crush videos are pulled. Please anyone with a scrap of human soul do the same. There are plenty of other sites where you can jerk off for free. Teenage girls beyond the pale while killing animals for sexual pleasure is fine? Fuck you!

Okay, so this happened a long time ago, but I still need to get it off my chest. And yes, it's true!I once went to the equivalent of a boarding school (ages 18 and up) and every year there was a reunion and that applied to every single class that had gone to that school for the past 30 years. The reunion took place on the weekend while the then current students were present. I'm sorry for the extra info, but it will be worth it. Anyway, about five years after I had attended, I was greeted by a girl about 19 years old. Not exactly gorgeous but nice enough, slightly chubby and definitely not the brightest bulb, but nice despite that.As it so happened, I had to share a room with another guy, who also wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but fortunately a nice guy.She was enamoured with both of us  so much so, that she wanted to have a threesome with us.I figured, okay, I'm in. That is to say until my roommate shared a bombshell I did not see coming. He confessed to me that he was indeed a virgin.Regardless of how much I wanted to have the threesome, my conscience kicked in and I came to the conclusion that his first time should not be a threesome.Don't get me wrong, I love sex, but this was not the right time to teach him something that he should learn from a woman, and the only partner he should have for his first time. She went on and on about everything she loved doing and she replied to my questions correctly. This told me that she was the real deal. As the hours passed, I knew that I was not able to be any decent sexpartner at such a late time. She talked about how she was going to the reunion the following year and she made me promise that if I was there on the reunion that year, that we would fuck.Well, horny and dumb me, thought, cool, and I said sure, I'm willing if you're up for it.And as particular date showed up, I went to the reunion and as she had promised, she was there.I was hoping to be let off the hook as I really was not that keen on fucking her. So when she said that if she found someone else that night, she would release me from the promise. You see, I always keep my word, if humanly possible. And here I was hoping against all hope that she would let me off the hook, but to no avail.I actually prayed, that's how desperate I was, but when she told me that she had failed to find someone new, I had to do it.We went back to my room and got undressed. She insisted that I should go first, and then she got undressed. She was plump and had a freshly shaved fat pussy. She sat on my lap while we were making out.She let me fondle her boobs as we were warming up to the main event. I then asked her to get on the floor and lift her legs up. She wasn't so keen at first, but I told her that her weight would make it difficult for me to get the job done properly. She obliged.I fingered her fat pussy and got her a little wetter than she had been and then I started to fuck her.I didn't take long before I came, but I wasn't done with her that easily. I then had her get on her knees and lick my cock clean. She wasn't too keen on the idea at first, but I told her that she had promised me that I could order her around and that she was okay with that.That was obviously a lie, but she didn't call me out on it, so she obeyed me like the slutty bitch I knew that she really was. I also fucked her fat ass and had her lick my cock clean afterwards.I will admit that the whole "session" took about an hour and a half.I finished with fucking her pussy before calling it quits. I kissed her on the forehead and told her to get dressed and leave.I did have a guilty conscience for about a minute, but I had to do her like that so that she wouldn't pester me for more. That's the only time I have done anything like that but I just had to.And that's it!

yesterday on the way to work i was seriously contemplating suicide.
i feel like nobody loves me and also keep thinking why should they? then i think of how selfish and weak suicide is, which just makes me more depressed and hate myself even more.
i'm 18, male, and still a virgin, i hate my parents, i feel like i'm behind a thick sheet of glass when i'm with my friends. when i'm talking to someone i never articulate my words the way i want to in my head. i feel like i'm communicatively retarded, which is so fucking frustrating. then i don't wanna be around people because i'm depressed, but the lack of human interaction makes it even worse.
i feel like such a weak pussy for being like this, and that i'm better off just ending it. i'm such an egotistical cunt for even thinking that me killing myself would have an impact on other peoples lives. it made me feel like i was some way important when i imagined how people would react when they found out, but then i realized what i was doing, which made me feel like an even bigger piece of shit. i dont even know why i'm confessing this, as if people here would care, but i'd rather get it off my chest here than talk to my friends about it and have them really know how i feel. and i cant even talk to my parents, let alone talk to them about something like this. i get so angry and frustrated at them sometimes i just wanna end it.

im not the person i expect to be, so why go on being this person?

I confess that I am a real life, breathing vampire. And we are harvesting humans as food and wine to our brothers and sisters.
Yeah, and we don't fucking sparkle like those stupid stephanie myers vampires. We're coming for you stephanie, to rape and kill you!
Shut up bob.
But, thanos...
Just shut the fuck up you retarded excuse for a vampire.
Fine...
Anyways... We have found a way to survive in the sunlight, and your old ways of killing us-
Is mother fucking useless bitches!
Thats it! I don't care if he's the kings son, I'm murdering his retarded ass right now!
Thanos, stop, you know what will happen!
I don't care Mikhail, I want to see his heart as nothing more than ash under my boot!
Thanos!

i want to make the human centipede with people i know i mean i wouldnt do it in reality but it turns me on thinking of them in the human centipede

i confess i want this pussy overflowing, full of cum and piss. i want my body and cunt completely cut and bruised, i want to be abused and humiliated. i want to be forced to be a human toilet, filled up in all my holes. i want to be strangled and shared, and completely violated. i love older men, i love having absolutely no control. i need my holes stretched and destroyed, and my mind broken.

If you had a magic wand that would eliminate a while section or segment of the human race, would you use It? And who would you make dissapear??

Lord Satan, Ancient one.
Reveal to the world,
The true nature of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.
For thousands of years, his followers have called you the evil
One.
Yet Jehovah has killed millions of innocents,
Including children and animals in his brutal sacrifices.
As the Accuser,
expose him and all his evil actions.

Lord Satan…
Since birth many have been programmed to believe the Bible.
They live as slaves to a god they only know through words.
This book has caused many to live in fear of eternal
punishment.
They feel shame because they have been taught that they are
‘ sinners ‘
If they would only realize that the greatest deception is the
concept of ‘ sin ‘.
Used by the tyrant god to control humanity.
Show them reality and set the world free.

Please help you chosen ones.
Many struggle with having been brainwashed by clergy.
Take the Bible from their hands and minds.
Destroy it!
Set hymns and catechism ablaze,
And make communion wafers crumble to dust.
Expose the traditions of old as empty promises.
In exchange give them the truth of what was, is now, and that
Which is yet to come
Nema!

Are femoids huMAN?

i confess i want to be used as a worthless fuck toy only arounfd to please a couple perhaps made to me a dirty pussy licking cum cleaner and human toilet made to drink my whores piss and degraded called names forced to maybe suck his cock and to maybe even let both use me

Did you know scientists have recently discovered that most humans have 1-4 Neanderthal DNA. Turns out ancient homo sapiens had sex with just about anything, including even your ancestors.

Restaurant etiquette

After having worked in and patronized restaurants for many years, I've noticed a decay in the behavior considered to be "acceptable." As a result, I've decided to outline what is included in proper restaurant etiquette for those ill-informed individuals who continually bend the boundaries.

SERVICE INTERACTION:
-When your server greets you and asks how you are, "coke" is not an acceptable answer. Servers are people too, and by asking how you are, a waiter is simply attempting to engage. Be human. Answer.
- Waiters and waitresses are not less intelligent than you because of where they work. Many times, they are college students who are extremely intellectual. As a result, they are well aware of your assonance. Don't make yourself look like and idiot. Be kind.
-If your food has been poorly prepared, then please, by all means, send it back. But, if you forgot to specify something or if you just don't like what you chose, it is not the responsibility of the waiter or waitress to make your mistake correct.

TIPPING:
- TIPPING IS NOT OPTIONAL. Period. Generally speaking servers make far less than minimum wage and depend on your gratuity for their income. If you don't tip, your are thieving the services you have received. You cannot choose weather or not to pay for something you have purchased, and would not expect to leave the supermarket without paying. So, pay for the service you have received. *Additionally, most servers tip busboys and other staff based on their nightly sales. As a result, your presence at a table will cost a server money. This means if you do not leave a tip, you are literally stealing from the person who served you- they will still have to pay money for your check.
-Acceptable tipping rates include: 15% or your check (before discounts) for standard service, and 20% for good service. Occasionally, for excellent service, you may decide to leave more. You should never leave less than these amounts unless you have a serious complaint with the service you received.
-Factors that should not negatively influence the amount of tip you leave include: the quality or quantity of food, the condition of the restaurant, weather or not you liked your food, how much your bill amounted to, or atmosphere. Servers cannot control these things. It's not their fault if you don't like your burger.
-If you stay at a table for an extended period of time, you should increase the amount of tip you leave. Servers make their money by serving tables. So, if you are occupying a table for an extended period of time, you are preventing them from making money. Tip appropriately.
-If you can't afford to tip, get take-out. Most restaurants offer this option. Times are tough for everyone, including the servers.

GENERAL BEHAVIOR:
-Talking loudly on your cell phone is disruptive to other patrons. Your call is not more important than other people's enjoyment.
-If there is a wait to be seated, you must wait to be seated. This is a lesson of kindergarten. You cannot cut in line simply because you "don't feel like waiting," or because you "have somewhere to be." Everyone else feels the same way you do.
-Noise levels should be kept to an appropriate indoor level for a public place.
-Profanity is disruptive. Avoid it.
-Vulgar stories should be shared at a low volume.
-Feel free to share positive experiences with staff along with negative ones. It is nice to hear good things, too.
-PAY YOUR CHECK. Restaurants remember you, and stealing is stealing.

I hope this information is helpful, and will promote good behavior.

I confess that I just hate these god-damn niggers running around. A few days ago I had to go to the bank to cash a check. It was a sizable amount so had to go inside instead of the drive-thru. I went in and stood in the long ling waiting for a teller while looking around. I haven't been in there since last month and the place looked like shit! The nice furniture they had before was replaced by some mauve upholstery and the nice shiny stone floor was replaced by this ugly tan carpeting!

When the line moved up, I got closer to the tellers. Three were humans and one was a big fat sheboon with corn rows and a gold front tooth. I thought it was a male at first but two saggy mountains were attached to its chest! I silently prayed that I would get one of the humans, 3/4 odds isn't bad odds. Finally, the lady in front of me was called up by a man and the nigger was the only one open. It hollered "Next?! C'mon up he-re Mista!". I pretended like I didn't notice since I wanted to wait for a human but they were busy with customers.

The idiot behind me tapped me on my shoulder and said "That lady on the left is open, sir." Then I just decided to go up to the sheboon as I was too considerate of others to hold up a line like a nigger would. I went up to the sheboon and presented my check to it.

"Is this real?" it asked me with an odd ball glance. I nodded silently but was thinking "of course it is you stupid ass nigger!" Then the sheboon typed into the computer and had me give my ID. I been a customer of this bank for 12 years and this was the first nigger who serviced me. I had given it a form so it would deposit most and I wanted two thousand eighty in cash. I was given a receipt that showed the money was now in my account.

The nigger started counting out the cash I was owed and when finished, gave me it. I counted it to myself because I didn't trust this nigger and sure enough I was about two hundred short! I axed the sheboon that it made a mistake and I needed two hundred more. "But Is counted it, mista!" it yelled out. I said "No, when I counted there was two hundred missing. Can I see the manager!" The nigger snarled and yelled back "You musta hid it in yours pocket! I counted the change right!"

All the commotion had alerted a security guard who came over and demanded to know what the problem was. I told him that this sheboon took $200 from me. She screamed that she counted it fairly and that I was hiding it. The manager finally came over from hearing the loud fuss the sheboon was making and asked what was going on. I filled him in while the sow began squealing that she counted it right. I gave him the money and he counted it. Sho nuff, there was $200 short. He told the sheboon so but she yelled "He musta hided it!" I said that the sheboon saw me count the money right in front of her and I had no time to hide anything. I said they could even look at the surveillance camera if they wanted.

After I brought up the camera, miraculously the sheboon put $200 on the counter saying it fell on the floor while she was counting. I didn't buy it at all because niggers are criminals. I don't know how this one got a job at the bank unless AA or a liberal was responsible. The manager apologized to me and gave me a free tote bag that they give out to those who open new accounts. I didn't accept and told him that I wanted to close my account. This one niggerfuxated experience was enough for me!

I then left the bank and got into my car. I then called a friend to tell him of what happened. Twenty minutes or so later, I started to pull out of the parking lot but then as I'm driving away I see that sheboon with two security guards outside the building! I think it got fired or arrested..or both . I won't be going to that bank again. If they are stupid enough to hire one nigger then more and more will come in eventually. My friend recommended his bank that doesn't have any nigger tellers at all and that's where I opened a new account that very day.

Anybody else ever have coon-tact with niggers, and it just ruins your day?

Chow down you fucking ugly pig. Human fleshlight.

This site is awesome!!!!! Would anyone fancy making a video so we can post it back on here as a thank you for making this happen Derbyshire area but will travel but depends on what the situation it is!!! so .is there any real human not computerized photo shopped profiles have fun people.........

You are so beautiful Melissa. I wish I could be around you when you're horny. We're human and I fantasize while using my toy. Blondes really turn me on.

Does anybody have an interest in the supernatural/paranormal & having sex with spiritual beings?

Demons/elemental/dead humans/angels/Gods

No flesh, no problem!

I want to know you!

People with these experiences are one in a billion

So I’m not expecting to find another person like me here, but it doesn’t hurt to look!

I have got two things to confess. First all those Vids claiming to be of teens that you click on only to find some 30 year old skank just piss me off. Second there is nothing in this world lower than a white girl that would fuck a nigger. OK lets make it three, Niggers are not Human.

I confess modern attitudes to sex piss me off. Pedophiles are looked down on for being freaks but I think you'll find if you knew even the slightest bit about history that for hundreds and hundreds of years fully grown men would marry 13 year old girls. It's in human nature. Girls as your as 13 are perfectly capable of making their own decisions regarding sex. The only reason its 'bad' is because people say it is. A girl who has sex at a young age doesn't grow up mentally scarred because she wasn't ready she does so because the rest of the world tells her she wasn't ready. What the fuck is wrong with people

This is my pervert's confession, inspired by the individual who keeps reposting a statement of disgust at all of us "sick depraved men (and women)":

We are the enlightened, not you. We are the ones who understand that morality is a human construct, and that there really is no such thing. The set of all that society currently believes is good and bad will be completely different in a thousand years from now, as it was a thousand years ago.

We choose not to be bound by time. We choose not to be bound by the beliefs and inhibitions of the age we happened to be born in. At least not in our minds, anyway. Not here, in the privacy of our homes, on our computers. We truly know ourselves because we allow ourselves to explore anything our minds may find interesting, without judgement.

It is inhibition itself which causes the most horrific crimes in the real world, I believe.I believe all of humanity is capable of all emotions and goals. Otherwise law abiding citizens can suddenly resort to rioting, looting, and raping as soon as a catastrophe hits an area.

You only tell yourself you are not sick. You only believe that people who are "sick" are not capable of love and the "good" in life. Everyone seems to believe that if you can dream about something "sick", like rape, murder, or torture, you are suddenly not capable of having a loving, tender, monogomous relationship with a wife.

You are capable of everything, that is the magic of our brains.

Embracing this fact is a beautiful, freeing experience I can only hope you get to see one day. The entire world opens up to you, everything is possible, everything is exciting, nothing is frightening.

Good luck to you, I hope you find your way.

We males are fucking pieces of shit, but many humans, male or female, wouldn't exist without our strong urge to fuck the shit out of tight cunts.

We're made to feel bad because of our cocks, but it's what we're conditioned to do.

Women don't understand, because they've been kept under lock and key through most of our history. But men have been bathed in the reality...

...Blood, mud, and cum.

Humanity disgusts Me. Every one of you disgusts Me. If you're telling the truth in these confessions, I hate you for having something I don't. If you are lying, I hate you for breathing My oxygen. Men disgust Me because Society rewards them for being obnoxious. women disgust Me because they are all schizophrenics, they complain about 'finding a good guy' while they sell their cunt and use the money to support some useless eater.

I hate all of everything.

Hello, everybody!
Finally I made it to come here and join all of You!
Will or would You join me? Well, we'll see...
Not really searching (what?!?), just wanna have nice and easy convos, if possible.
Or something else, who knows.

'Just put a little smile on Your face, and the world is changin.'

And now, precious and appreciated folks, something 'bout myself:

50y in a few days,
and in the meantime knowing approx. all kind of humanoid incompetencies and defincies/inadequacies,
all this being here on earth could make me unsatisfied, not? But no, it doesn't. I just enjoy (with a big portion of amusement) all excesses and insupportable kinds of being human, and of course, what every other human does...
B/c of that, I registered here, for instance, and one of my favourite genres is meanwhile the 'fighting' section. But this means nothing at all.
And so on, have a nice stay and see You later, alligator!

a few days ago my mum caught me masturbating over beast sex. she gasped and ran out of the room...
later that day she called me downstairs, i went down and she told me that what i was doing was natural and even she does it. then she said that what i was watching was not as natural but every human has urges. she was wearing a very low cut top n short skirt and it was giving me a boner. then she went on to say that even she enjoys taboo things like beast sex and has played around with our dog, then she called our dog in n told me to get my boner out and suck its cock, i was so horny i did it then she got naked n joined in. then i boned her whilst the dog was boning my ass

I confess that I love my girlfriend... and she is more important to me than anything... but I'm being hit on by an employee of mine.. and I am only human... This younger female has a skinny frame... and the biggest tits... I have ever seen on such a small frame... I wanna see them.. I think she'd show them to me, and if I like them I wanna fuck her titties...

little asian bitch, who loves men that stomp on her tits and treat her like a human ashtray.
What would you do to this ?

Chapter 3
This isn't a progressive prison. Quite the opposite. They aren't interested in rehabilitation, only punishment. As a result the guards carry a number of different weapons. Non-lethal but still damn effective. And they need to practice with them regularly. Your prescence offers them a unique opportunity to train using a person, rather than manniquins.
You're walked, naked, through the prison and out into the yard. During the walk your slutty fag body is seen by almost everyone. The prisoners taunt you and mock your tiny fucking clit. They promise that if they ever get their hands on you they'll rape you unconscious and cover you in the cum of real men.
Once in the yard you're hand cuffed to the chain link fence. Both wrists and ankles. Spread eagled. You're completely vulnerable. The warm sun offers a small amount of comfort.
The guards explain that they are going to practice their riot suppression techniques on your sissy body, beginning with nightsticks. They already know they can shove them up your boipussy whenever they want so instead they're going to beat you with them. They focus their attention on your titties. They're dying to know if the nice big implants Daddy bought you are as sensitive as real titties. It turns out they are. Repeated blows to your tits rain down. The pain is incredible. Your crying and begging for mercy has no effect on them. The bruising starts to set in immediately. Just when you think you'll pass out from the pain it stops.
The beating only stops because they're moving on to the next weapon, not because they give a damn about your suffering. The guards unholster their tasers and you realize what's in store for you next.
They each take turns shooting the electrified darts into your soft, girly, body and running the electricity through you. You dance and writhe in place. The pain is excruciating and yet your clit is growing. It has a mind of it's own and it's enjoying the humiliation, torture and pain. It knows this is what you crave. What you deserve.
The guards grow bored simply shooting the tasers at you and decide they should hook them directly up to your useless balls and run the electricity into you. The darts are stabbed into your sack and the trigger pulled. Hundreds of volts run through your pathetic balls and throughout your body. Over and over. Your cries only make them laugh. Your begging for mercy only makes them do it more and more. Eventually you lose control and piss yourself prompting howls of laughter. The humiliation makes you blush from head to toe. It also makes your cock start to grow again.
The next weapon to be unleashed is the bean bag shot gun. Bonus points are going to be awarded for anyone who hits your tits and even more points for hitting you in the clit and balls. There's a very brief conversation among the guards about the risk of doing permanent damage but it's quickly decided no one gives a damn. The first two shots hit your tits knocking the wind out of you. The third shot hits your throat making it almost impossible for you to scream anymore. After that each and every shot is aimed at your clit. Round after round smashes into your crotch. Each one feels like being kicked in the balls. Your legs go limp and you're left hanging by your wrists from the fence like a depraved piece of meat.
A bucket of ice cold water splashes over you, snapping you out of your stupor. You can barely feel your clit anymore. Your balls are swollen to the size of oranges.
The next weapon to be used is rubber bullets. They aren't utilized very often on the prisoners because of the damage they can do. No one cares about the damage they'll do to you.
Again, bonus points are available for hitting you in the tits and crotch. This time around the discussion about damage is a bit more serious. It's agreed a direct hit could destroy your balls. The consensus is that if that happens they'll take you to the prison doctor and have him remove your balls completely. They'll turn you into a total fucking eunuch.
The first couple of shots hit your thighs and stomach. the pain rips through you instantly. The swelling and bruising is also instant. As is the perverse enjoyment you're feeling. Your depraved mind has decided you both deserve and enjoy this treatment. As before, your clit starts to grow at the thought.
Inevitably two shots, in quick succession, hit your balls. Your screams can be heard throughout the entire prison before you fall unconscious.
It takes two buckets of ice cold water splashed over your limp body to revive you this time.
The guards examine your almost ruined clit and balls and decide the doctor can, probably, save them.
That being decided they go get the guards that ride horseback and oversee the prisoners working the farm.
Those guards need practice with their whips. They don't get to use them as often as they'd like so practice is always welcome and you're perfect for their needs.
You're unshackled from the fence and turned around, facing it, and reshackled. The two horseback guards flip a coin to see who goes first. The winner uncoils his 8 ft whip and begins swirling it in the air. With a quick flip of his wrist the whip leaps out and bites your ass. Your screams echo across the yard. Another swoosh and the whip crosses your back. Bright red welts form immediately. The burning sensation radiates out across your back. They start coming faster now. Most of them hit your thicc ass, making you dance and quiver and shake and scream. Eventually it becomes so intense you go numb. Your ass is on fire but now you simply accept that this is what you deserve because you're a sissy slut, pain whore.
After what seems like an eternity you're unshackled and turned around again. The bite of the cuffs into your wrists and ankles is inconsequential compared to the pain rushing through your ass and back.
The second guard begins his turn focused on your titties. Your plump, sensitive, titties feel the sting of the tip of the whip. He's incredibly accurate. Hitting your nipples over and over. They all laugh as you cry and beg him to stop. Instead they encourage him. They want to know if he can make you scream even louder.
He's confident he can. He says he doesn't want.to hit your ball because they're really close to being completely destroyed but he's sure can hit your clit.
Turns out he's right
The whip bites into your useless cock over and over.
Your screams carry for miles. As does their laughter. The worst part though, is that throughout the entire whipping, you cock has been seeping cum. And now that they are done they notice it for the first time.
It's then that they realize what they have on their hands.
Chapter 4
The fact that the prison is also a working farm results in some unique opportunities, and challenges, for the men working it.
The farm provides vegetables and meat for the prison.
It also provides sadistic guards with some creative ways to torture sissy sluts.
For example, the guards know your boipussy can take it deep, because they shoved a whole nightstick up your slutty ass, but they got to wondering how fat a zucchini they could stuff in your gaping hole before you passed out or ripped. Turns out the answer is 10 inches before you screamed so loud it could be heard miles away, and then you passed out. What confused them was that you seemed to be enjoying it up to that point.
They also discovered that your useless faggy body could be used to solve practical problems.
The prisoners were running into issues with fire ants in the soil they were working. The guards realized that you could be used as bait.
You were stripped naked, yet again, (At this point it was rare for you to have clothes on at all. Much quicker to rape you if you're already naked) and taken to the farm field. The walk past the prison yard was both humiliating and thrilling for you. So many men wanting to fuck your sweet little holes. Potentially so much cum for you to swallow or be covered by. So many hard cocks for you to suck. All you could ever want. And you wanted them all.
Just before the guards lead you outside the fence they tie your hands behind your back and put a collar around your neck. A rope is passed through the ring on the collar and handed to a guard on horseback. You can feel the hot sun making your big, fat, titties redder and redder.
The horse starts walking forward and you follow along behind. The rider picks up the pace and you have to start running a little to keep up. The heat and the running has you sweating and gasping.
The rider speeds up a bit more and you have to run hard to keep up. The guards in the truck following you, and rider are laughing at the way your clit is bouncing around as you run. They're also laughing at the way your titties are slamming up and down.
Again the rider speeds up. This time you can't keep up, you stumble and fall. They don't stop. You're being dragged through the dirt into the field. The rocks, gravel and dirt are scraping your titties and, especially, your clit. It hurts so good. You feel like an animal and deep down, much to your shame, you're enjoying it.
Just when you think you can't take anymore it stops.
You're in the middle of the field. The fire ant hill is mere feet away.
They flip you over and cut the rope around your wrists. The guards in the truck get out and rummage around in the back of the truck. They pull out four stakes, a length of rope and a hammer.
You lay, gasping, in the hot southern heat. The scrapes all over your body are on fire. Your clit is throbbing, both from the pain, and the shameful pleasure your feeling. Being exposed and used by these strong, cruel men is making you feel more and more like a sissy fucktoy. Completely empty of masculinity.
The guards have pounded the four stakes into the ground around you. Ropes are wrapped around your wrists and ankles and your stretched, spread eagled, as they tie them to the stakes. You're unable to move, except to wiggle a little. Your pathetic attempts at struggle make your clit flop around uselessly which elicits more laughter. They put a burlap bag over your head and tie a rope tightly around your neck to hold it in place.
The guards have been working quickly. They don't want to be swarmed by the ants, that's your role.
One of the guards grabs a long stick and, just for laughs, hits your clit with it, just ot hear you cry out, before heading toward the ant hill.
He begins poking the hill with the stick. The ants come swarming out and all the guards run for the truck. The guard on horseback takes off at a gallop.
The ants don't take long to find you. Crawling over your arms and legs they begin heading toward your scraped clit. Within seconds they've completely cover your useless clit and begin burrowing down into the shaft.
The guards are about a hundred yards away and yet they can hear you screaming, crying, pleading and begging for release. There's no help coming. You're at the mercy of the insects who are beginning to bite your useless cock and push their way into your sissy ass. It's so easy for them to crawl up your boipussy. It's been fucked so often lately it gapes. They march right up you effortlessly.
The intensity of the pain in your clit and ass has distracted you from the dozens of ants devouring your fat, soft titties.
They're everywhere. On you, in you. Using your useless fucking sissy fag body for their needs. As it should be. Your thicc, feminine, slut body exists only for the pleasure of others, and that includes insects.
Because you're a depraved pain slut your clit starts to grow, making it easier for the ants to enter you.
The guards can't believe you're getting hard. They're glad they decided to record the whole spectacle because otherwise no one would believe it. They can't wait to show it to everyone down at the bar.
Right about the time you start to pass out, from the pain and the exhaustion of screaming and crying non stop for almost an hour relief comes.
They need you alive. Damaged is fine but alive. A 2" hose sprays you with a deluge of cold water sending the ants flying. The hose is shoved into your pussy to flush them out. The Icy cold water shoots into your guts with incredible force.
A stick is pushed into the end of your still hard clit to kill the ants inside. The pain of the stick being jammed into your useless cock makes you finally pass out but not before you hear the guards say they can't wait to do this again with different insects.
Chapter 5
The sunlight through the infirmary window wakes you. You're not sure how long you've been there. You feel good though. There's no signs of the ant bites so you figure you've probably been there a few days.
When the nurse comes in you ask her a few questions. Turns out you've been there three days. They kept you sedated and medicated. That didn't stop the guards from occasionally coming in and sodomizing you anyway. Apparently you moaned like a little bitch even though you were almost completely unconscious.
The knowledge that they used your ass for their amusement and pleasure while you slept, without giving a damn if you enjoyed it, filled you with both shame and arousal. You were a human flashlight for three days, for god only knows how many cocks.
You notice that your skin seems softer and smoother. At first you thought it was because of the treatment for the ant bites. You ask the nurse about it. She says, no, they have, in fact, been pumping you full of hormones. She says she's never seen doses that large before. You lift the sheet and look at your cock. To your shock, surprise and shame it's even smaller than before. So are your balls.
You drift off back to sleep feeling more like a girl than ever before.
Chapter 6
Your recovery is progressing nicely after the ant torture. You've been given a break for a week.
The break consisted of only having to suck every cock put in front of you (dozens and dozens) and being fucked repeatedly, all day and night. Usually one at time but occasionally being gang banged. 6 or 8 cocks filling your boipussy with their hot cum. So much cum it would still be leaking out of you hours later.
It's pointless for you to put clothes on most of the time. When you are allowed clothes they are femmy as possible. Short skirts, crop tops that don't really contain your fat titties, garters and stocking and nothing else. Essentially, they dress you like a sissy slut whore.
At this point you're not even sure you remember your own name. You've been called everything but. Fucktoy, cumdump, meat puppet, whore, slut, faggot, sissy, girl, fuckface, useless, pain pig, ant girl, and a bunch more.
It's reached the point where you don't feel right if you're not sticky from cum or your boipussy is empty. It's come to feel completely natural to be impaled on a real man's cock.
Chapter 7
There's a problem down in the barns. One of the stallions is in heat and there's no mare to breed him to. It will be at least two weeks before they can get a mare in to breed with him. He's become damn near unrideable.
The guards have been discussing it and you're the solution. It's even decided that you are going to suck the stallion off. Some of the guards wanted to let it fuck you but.others were concerned it might destroy you. Not that they give a damn about you. They don't. They just want to keep you alive so they can continue to torture and use you. You're a slutty, depraved, amusement for them.
You're marched down to the barn. Almost every guard on staff has come along to watch and record the perverted spectacle. This is filling you with mixed emotions. It's completely humiliating to be forced to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people. On the other hand it's a dream come true to serve the sexual needs of an animal in front of a large crowd of people.
The stallion is walked out into the corral so that the guards will have a good view of your depraved cock sucking. They weren't kidding when they said he was horny. His cock is already getting hard and you haven't even touched it yet.
You drop to your knees beside the stallion and tentatively reach out for his growing cock. It's already 18 inches long and it's only half hard. Stroking it makes it grow quickly to its full 3 foot length. It's beautiful.
The guards are growing impatient. They're yelling for you to quit screwing around and start sucking.
You pull the massive cock to your lips and kiss it. Swirling your tongue around the tip produces pre-cum and the horse starts to settle. You stretch your mouth wide to take as much of the massive head as you can into your slutty mouth. To the surprise of the crowd you can get it in your mouth. Sucking as much as you can, tasting the musk, feeling the heat, hearing the guards calling you filthy names is all combining to turn you on. To your shame, and the amusement and disgust of the guards, your clit starts to grow.
A few more minutes of worshipping the big animals cock and you can start to feel it throb. No one has told you if you're supposed to swallow the cum. You decide that if you're going to be the best, most depraved piece of fuck meat you can possibly be, you should swallow.
With a loud grunt the horse begins to cum. So much hot cum gushes into your mouth. Too much to swallow. It shoots out of your mouth, out your nose an all over your tits. Sputtering, coughing and gagging, on your knees, in the dirt, covered in horse cum, in front of a crowd, you lose control and begin to cum too.
The guards howl with laughter and heap verbal abuse on you.
All you can do is hang your head in shame. And pure, perverted, satisfaction.
Chapter 8
You awaken the next morning, still flush with excitement and shame from yesterday's bestiality show.
The memory of your depravity, and the unbridled lust and perversion, makes your cock start to grow again.
You sucked off a horse in front of a large crowd. You savored its cum in your mouth. Your tits were coated in his hot, sticky jism.
Rather than being repulsed you realize you want more.
Unfortunately for you, today's plans don't include the animals.
There's a section of farm land that isn't draining properly and has become swampy. The prisoners don't want to go in and drain the water because it's full of leeches. That's where you come in.
The guards could bait the leeches with fresh pork but why waste good meat when they can use you.
Once again you're marched, naked through the prison and out to the road to the farm. The name calling and abuse as you pass the prisoners is as vile as ever. Rape threats, humiliating comments about your pathetic little cock, reminders that you are definitely not a man anymore. You're a faggy little sex slave for an entire prison and the people who run it.
As you walk through the fields with the guards, toward the swamp the hot sun beats down on your naked body. It occurs to you, and makes you blush, that you don't have to worry about tan lines.
As you approach the swamp you realize it's bigger than you imagined. There's got to be hundreds of leeches in it.
The guards tie your hands behind your back and order you to start walking into the water. You hesitate momentarily. The slash of a whip across your back gets you moving quickly.
Too quickly. You lose your footing in the thick mud, stumble and fall face first into the water.
Your struggles to turn over roil the water and stir up the mud, releasing the leeches and other bugs living there.
The guards yell at you to get further into the water and to get on your back with your legs spread. This time when you hesitate a rubber bullet is shot at you, hitting you square in the ass. The pain is excruciating and the swelling starts immediately. But you move.
You wade into the water and find a spot where you can submerge your body and still keep your head above water.
It only takes a couple of minutes for the leeches to find you.
At first it tickles as they begin to crawl over your naked, slutty, body.
Then they start to latch on. Initially it's on your thighs and stomach. Then it's your arms and tits.
Eventually they find your cock and your boipussy.
As the first one starts slithering up your cunt you realize they're not just going to use you externally. With your hands tied behind.your back there's no way for you to protect yourself.
There are a least a dozen on your titties. Biting and sucking on your nipples, areola, and soft tit meat.
You've lost track of how many have slipped inside your cunt. You can feel them working their way deep inside you. There's so many it feels like a cock. A live wriggling, biting, cock working deeper and deeper into you.
The assault on your cock distracts you from the damage being done to your boipussy.
At least three of them have worked their way into your urethra and have latched on. The pain is unbelievable and your screams and pleas for mercy echo across the swamp. All it gets is laughter and mocking from the guards. They remind you that you're nothing but meat and this is what meat gets used for.
For three long hours you lay in the water, a fucking plaything for insects. The heat and the loss of blood start to take a toll. Your head is getting light. It's about then that you realize that this is your destiny. A sex slave for vicious perverts. Rape meat for horny prisoners. A fucktoy for an entire barnyard full of animals. A piece of meat, so depraved and filthy that being sexually abused by insects, letting them destroy your ass and pathetic sissy cock, feels right.

Republican Friend extremely handsome left me in his messy house. I did his laundry except for the whites and blankets. There is no question I am going to stripout of these human clothes and into my ni99r suit and clean his house like i owe Him for putting up with ni99r history month, but hwo should I go about it, I think raceplayers especially other White Masters should decide. Just a thank You to White Kings adn Queens for the history lesson. #raceplay #racialhumiliation

anybody know of any videos where the girl gets an anal pounding for an hour? like tied up to a sex machine and left along for an hour while it fucks her ass? vaginal or anal, human or machine, any videos with those things?

This is fun, fiction, truth, fantasy or real? Makes no difference to me or you.
I am playing a dangerous game, me and my lover (not my girlfriend but another mans girlfriend)are exploring deep into our dark side. Touching feelings that best be left unspoken. Since we been talking we been walking sex machines. Both our partners enjoy the fruit of our labor. I believe if people could talk openly about what they feel think and not say, you will see that me and you are not so different. I believe in boundaries and respect, never to hurt anyone. But I am human and for that you can not fault me.

~the end~

I confess it is hard being a nigger. On one hand I am the most intelligent animal on the face of the earth. On the other hand because of that intelligence I know that I am not human, that I have no soul and could never be equal to real humans.
The fact that society has chosen to treat us niggers as if we were human only adds to our burden. You wouldn't expect a dog, a horse, a cow or any other farm animal to compete with humans on an equal basis, so why do you expect us nigger farm animals to be able to do so.
It is time for our white masters to re-adopt us niggers and allow us to once again serve the human race as God intended us to do.

i confess i have thought bout constructing a human centipede with the people i fancy and hate

hottest bestiality story ever?

dog Rapes Woman

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Authors name: Kellie C. ([email protected])
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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