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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.


THE END
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Typical Friday nights for myself includes my buddy and I getting drunk, smoking weed, and playing video games all night long. Most of the time we have other people over and around but not tonight, tonight was different. It all started out the same, drinking whiskey, smoking herb, playing video games like I said. It being his house I typically sleep on the couch. I drank until I passed out for the night. I am a pretty heavy sleeper, even more so while drunk, but this got my attention and woke me up. In the dead of the night I woke up to my buddies dick in my mouth. I was still pretty fucked up but he was most definitely fucking my face, I hesitated for a minute and then acted as if I were still asleep. Being that it was the middle of the night and dark I don't think he noticed I woke up. I laid there motionless as possible as he thrust his dick into my mouth. I gagged which scared him off. Thinking that this was the end of the experience I tried to fall asleep again. Before I could get the chance he was back, I could hear him. He pulled off my blanket that I was sleeping under. I was just in a pair of boxers and a shirt. He promptly began to remove my boxers. I immediately thought I was busted now, I still had a rock hard erection from his cock being slammed into my mouth. He slid the lower half of my body half way off the couch, then I heard a plastic squeeze bottle open. A cool sensation on my puckered butt hole soon followed. He was lubing me up. I knew what was coming and I was not ready for it, but I had acted too far. I laid there motionless. His dick slowly slid down my still hard shaft, and made its way towards my butt. He penetrated me slowly as to not wake me. He grabbed my dick and started thrusting harder. Faster. I could feel the sensation of his testicles slapping my butt cheeks. I begin to let go and lose composure. I can feel myself beginning to cum, but I know I must hold back. I didn't want to cum before him, it would be a dead give away. He hastens his thrusts and starts mumbling. He then gives me several short hard thrusts and I feel it, the warm cum being pumped into me. I let go, I could not hold it any longer. I busted harder than I have ever busted. I released a slight moan and he pulled out leaving my ass gaping and full of cum. He retreated to his room and we never spoke of it ever.

I have been a doctor for several years, and I confess that I love when a man received an injury to his genitals, I love making them feel impotent or less men, mentioning how strange it is that his penis is so small, if the blow was in the testicles, I mention infertility and impotence as very likely and the possibility of amputating the testicles and even the penis, I love seeing their terrified faces, I feel so powerful and if I have removed testicles and penises from men who really needed surgery, I loved it destroy them physically and mentally. a kiss and take care of your parts guys.

So, this American is in the hospital... The guy is just regaining consciousness and just happens to see a nurse checking his vitals. With his oxigyn mask on, he asks "Nurse, are my testicles black?" The nurse, of course wanting to do her job even though she never looks forward to looking at some ones genitals, moves the blanket and lifts the mans gown. Checking the testicles and seeing that everything looks normal, she informs the patient. As she is about to leave, the man removes his mask and says "well, that was quite nice, but what I really said was, Are my test results back?!"

A great institution is all but gone. One that has relieved the pain and pressure from many a young man. An institution that was my only reason for going to Nashville, other than Tootsies Orchid Lounge. The massage parlor. They survived many a disaster but I guess the hard times caught up with them. Politicians did them in, I assume. Any time there was a mayorial election, they had to lay low, but survived. But now they are gone. I guess that you could still get a massage in Nashville, but they are mostly mobile or on Craigs List. And expensive. And you have to pay extra for the "Happy ending." At one time the "Happy ending" was included. Any thing else was to be negotiated, but the hand job was a given.
My favorite was a place on 16th Av.N. down the street from the Country Music Hall of Fame. It had no sign and I am not sure how I found it. And I don't remember anyone else being there when I arrived other than the owner. I can't remember the ladies name for sure but "Sue" seems to stick in my mind. She was a slim, dark haired lady. She had very small breasts but some of the longest nipples I've seen. And I am a nipplemaniac. I am not sure that she would go further than the hand job as I never asked her. I am a lover of the hand job, so that was fine with me. One time she did do a little more but I'll get to that. I was in the Army at the time, stationed at Ft Campbell. I would head home for most weekends and would stop to see her twice a month (Pay day) on the way home. Some times more, if the money was there. It was perfect for me. That was soon after Vietnam and most women would have nothing to do with a soldier. Especially a Vietnam vet.
When I would arrive, Sue would greet me at the door. She was upstairs in an old house. We would talk for a few minutes and then go into the massage room. I'd give her $20.00 for a half an hour. She would tell me to get ready and she would be right back. I'd get undressed and lay on my stomach on the table. There would be a towel under me and when she came back in she would place a towel across by backside. She would strip to the waist and usually have on a pair of short, shorts. She would start the massage at my shoulders and move to my arms and neck. Now, one thing different about Sue was that she gave a damn good massage. She actually knew what she was doing. She would use oil or powder depending on your preference. I chose powder for the most part and oil for the ending. But I'd leave there feeling great as well as my pipes cleaned out. She would work her way downfrom the shoulders to my back. She would rub my backside underneath the towel and lightly run her fingers up and down the crack and spreading and kneading the cheeks. Now, just for record, I am straight. But I am not ashamed to say that I love a woman to play with my butt. As she moves to my upper thighs she works the inside of them, still rubbing my cheeks ever so often. When I lay down, I made sure that my legs were parted and my penis and testicles were between them and not underneath. I'd stay accessible.
Many times, as she would be working my butt and inside my upper thighs, she would "Accidentally" lightly rub her fingers across my pecker and balls. Already hard, I would sometimes shoot my load at that point. She would make some kind of comment such as,"Well, we are ready today, aren't we." She would get a warm, damp cloth, clean me off, remove the towel from underneath me and continue the massage. She would work her way down to my feet and even to my toes.
After the toes, it's time to turn over. She would remove the towel from my butt and let me turn and place the towel over my privates. If I hadn't shot my load earlier, the towel would not lay flat. Even if it did lay flat at first, soon it would not. She would pretty much do the same on the front as she had in back. But now I can see more. As she is working, she is "Accidentally" touching different parts with nipples. There is nothing like the feel of nipples on you pecker as she is working your upper legs. And at times,"Accidentally" touching your privates along the way. When through with the feet, she would work her way up to the upper and inner thighs again. Now I am, or again, harder than Superman's kneecap. She pulls the towel up to my stomach so I am exposed. She dips her fingers in a bowl of warm oil and rubs it on her hands. She lays her head on my upper thigh and gently starts to rub me. She takes her time and at the same time gently massaging my balls and the perineum. With her breathing on it and looking at it, it wouldn't be long that I would shoot. At the first squirt, she would hold it a little tighter and skin it back and hold it until I was finished shooting. At the same time she is gently squeeezing by balls. Then she slowly works it up and down a couple of times to get the last drops out. Then she would clean me off. We would talk some while getting dressed. I would tell her that I'd be back and be on my way feeling better than I had in two weeks.
Before I end this, I have to tell about my last visit. A couple of months earlier, I told her that I had orders for Germany. A few days before I had to leave, I went there and informed her that this would be my last visit for about three years. She seemed genuinly sad but every thing went as usual untill the last part. She didn't oil her hands and she put her head on my lower stomach. Then she said,"Tell me before you cum,OK." She had never said that in the two years that I had been seeing her. I said,OK." At that she took a hold of me and moved her face closer and put it in her mouth. She proceeded to give me a slow, gentle and toe curling blow job. I say slow as she was taking it slowly but I, on the other hand, had to give her the warning very soon. She took it out of her mouth and the rest was as usual. She said that it was a going away present.
The good old days, gone in Nashville. I swear that if I could find a woman who could give a massage like that again, I'd marry her. No questions asked.
Later folks.

Back when I was in college I went out to a bar with a few friends. I had way to much to drink and a friend of mine said his family was out of town and I could stay at his place. He dropped me off and went to get a pack of cigarettes. I snuck into his sisters room and stole a blue and black g-string that said "cocktease" on it. I being drunk and out of it was completely naked masturbation when I heard the garage door. The only thing I could think was to put them on under my cloths and make up an excuse to leave. I walked into his kitchen and asked if he could just take me home. He told me if I played him in a game of flip cup he would take me home, I gave it my best try but I stumbled and ended up dumping beer all over my friend and myself. I apologized profusely but he said it was no big deal and said I could borrow some cloths so I wouldn't get beer all over his car. We went to his bedroom and he started taking off his cloths, he's Black 6'2 about 200 solid muscle. He removed his T shirt and pants, I took off my shirt and pants thinking if I moved fast enough he wouldn't see the g-string I had on. He removed his boxers and out came his 8' soft cock with the biggest set of testicles I have ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off it and lost complete track of what I was doing. I could feel my cock stiffen. I'm 5 10' white and fully hard my cock was half his girth and 7.5 inch fully erect. I could hear him laughing, I turned and realized I was now only wearing his sisters gstring. "O, really, 'cocktease' why don't you get a closer look, you clearly like what you see, why don't you turn around and let me see that sissy ass," I was stunned and began to turn, when I got all the way around I noticed he had started stroking is now 9 inch cock, he put me on my knees and pushed the head into my mouth. I don't no what came over me I started sucking feverishly running my tongue down his shaft to his way oversized golf balls he had for testicles, my own cock was pushing against the silk gstring that were now wet with precum. After 10min he was completely hard, I couldnt believe it, he was 11.5 long and 3inches of girth. Within minutes he started to swell and I knew he was about to cum. He pulled my head back and lifted it to his, jamming is tongue down my throat, "So does the sissy want it down her throat or in her ass," I stammered, "In my ass" I'm sorry you'll have to be more specific if you want it, out of know where in my best sissy voice," I want too make your big black cock explode in my tight sissy hole, I want it all, i just want to please you." Without another word he threw me on the bed face first ripped my gstring to the side and slid the head of his cock inside my sissy hole. I started to push back on him taking inch after inch as he thrusted deeper and deeper I could feel him pushing against my prostate. My now rock hard sissy clit was starting to drip. It was amazing I was screaming in exctasy. "YES, I love big black cock, cum in me, please cum in me" He pulled out and flipped me over, and thrust is cock back inside me. We locked eyes and I knew he was about to cum, I could feel his cock stiffen inside me and rub against my prostate, my back started to arch, I could feel it, and I felt the most extreme orgasm of my life, stream after stream of my own hot cum rained down on me as he pumped my sissy asshole full of cum, it was endless he rolled me over and laid next to me, never leaving my asshole, I smiled exhausted from my ecstasy, he started to pull out, "will you leave it in? Just until it goes soft?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It all started when I had become single for the first time in nearly three years. I had dedicated three years of my life to one woman and I had done very well at being faithful even through the hard times. There were plenty of opportunities. I consider myself to be an attractive man, and being slightly above average with words I have this way of saying things that make everything sound that much more enticing. I am a liar, but I am a damn good one. More than once I have convinced a woman to love, or lust for, me through words alone. It disgusts me, but at the same time it gets me what I want more often than not. I am manipulative, but I am damn good at it.

As with any long term relationship breaking up, there was a lot of hurt. You've just spent three years with someone who already was, or had become, your best friend. You try to do the "staying friends" thing, but it never works out and you end up either never talking to each other again because it hurts too much, or you never talk to each other again because you can't stand to. In my case, it was both. It hurt a lot, and even the thought of talking to her made me so angry it would throw off my mood for the rest of the day. So in step my friends. And I have to tell you, I have a great many good friends that know very well how to distract me.

There's the booty call friend who has always wanted me and is not going to miss out on this chance she has. I am a serial monogamist and she knows it. I don't stay single for long.

Then there's the really good guy friend who invites me over for anything, whether it be to down a few brews on the front porch, play some games, or even just shoot the shit for no good reason. He's the one that's there. He's the one I depend on a lot even though he doesn't know it or feel like I am.

There's the soul mate that lives two thousand miles away, stuck in a relationship she herself has said she isn't happy with. She is trying to make things work, but the going is slow. We would be perfect together, but two thousand miles is a long walk.

There's the girl that is offering a steady relationship, but I don't want to get into one right now. I keep the flame kindled just enough for when I'm ready to take that step again, but no more.

Then there's the best friend since childhood and his wife. They have offered me a place to stay, but I don't want to do that just yet. I'm good with moving back home for a few months to get back on my feet after moving out of the Ex's place. He has always been there for me when I needed him most, and he's there for me now. They take me out to dinner, keep me entertained. Providing that distraction is invaluable and they both know it. But the wife has this way about her of having fun with that distraction. We are both flirts to the N'th degree, and my best friend finds it hilarious when we flirt with each other. But lately, or so since I have become a single man once again, that flirting seems to have increased to a fever pitch. It's not like it was before. It's more..... involved.

It was innocent enough to begin with. Always in my friend's presence, and always good for a laugh. A short reference to gay sex between my friend and I, based mainly on the fact that we joke around about it often. Then an reference to her interjecting between us, perhaps a threesome. "No," I say, "that wouldn't happen. I would steal all of the attention!" More laughs.

Then it was like a spike on the Richter Scale, we both kind of turned it into high gear. References to private time. 'What would happen if-' type things. She was growing closer every time we were around each other. We were getting to be around each other more and more often. We both knew it was innocent, but something would nag in the back of our minds that kind of doubted that entirely. It was always there, we both knew it. Then she invited me over to talk while my friend was out of town. He goes out of town quite a lot for business working for a professional show company. Suddenly I got this uneasy feeling. This was my best friend's wife inviting me over while he is out of town. I know he knows though. She tells him whenever we are hanging out and where it will be. He has joined us on occasion. But this felt... different? I had it set in my mind that I was not going to do anything and I was going to shut down any advance that might happen.

Nothing happened. We talked about it, because the tension was there. I explained that she was my best friend's wife and that nothing would ever bring me to sever my friendship just for a good piece of nookie. Nothing. She agreed, stating that she would never sleep around on him. It was just the "Game" that was fun.

By "Game", I merely mean the entirety of flirting. Many people flirt with an agenda. Whether it to be a kiss at the end of a date, or to sleep with a stranger based on suave alone. I happen to enjoy flirting just to flirt. A party that reciprocates that flirting is always preferred, because it makes both of us feel good to know that we can be found attractive. Flirting makes you feel great, and makes everything seem that much more fun. I call this the "Game"; the entire act of flirting just to flirt. No agenda to be had. No intentions of getting into anyone's pants. Just having a good time and seeing who bows out first. It's a game.

A week or two later, myself, my good friend that invites me over all the time, his fiance, my best friend, and his wife are all at a Mexican restaurant for Karaoke night. My best friend's wife is sitting next to me, and my best friend is sitting across from her. The flirting is inevitable, and it starts up almost immediately. It's an absolute blast, and I get quite a few margaritas in. My best friend gets up to sing a song, and his wife brings up the night I previously addressed. I told her how nervous I had been about coming over, and in my drunken state, with my filter switched off, I let slip that in another lifetime where she wasn't my best friend's wife, there is no doubt that I would be all over her in a heartbeat. She's an attractive girl with a great body. A man would be a fool not to be.

From then, the details get hazy but a few things I remember distinctly. In my mind, I am dead set against anything happening between the two of us. Then I feel a foot running up and down my calf from my left side. It sends a shock wave right through me and I catch my breath a little bit in surprise. I look at her and whisper stop. She does, for a while. It doesn't take long before she gets back to it, and I give her a menacing glance. She apparently finds it playful and continues, so I wait until her husband isn't looking and run my hand up her inner thigh just high enough to get my point across. She then stops, looking at me with surprise and starts laughing a bit. I play it off.

I get far too drunk to drive that night, and they took me to their place, saying they would bring me back to my car the next day. I don't remember much from that night other than some more flirting. A reference was made to her cats liking to jump onto the bed and sleep between her legs. I remember replying with something along the lines of "Wish something else could be between your legs," and she lifted her eyebrows and just gave me an "Mmmmmm" before handing me a pillow and a blanket. I lock myself in the guest bedroom for the night and take care of the raging erection I had been fighting to hide from the moment I had gotten her text in the car saying "What you did was not fair!" There was a short exchange of texts, but that was all it took.

Then we find ourselves out to dinner, just her and I once again. This happens relatively often when my friend goes out of town, just kind of a "Hey keep me company for a bit" thing. But this dinner feels slightly more intimate than the others for reasons that should be obvious. Our conversation tended to stay around sex, with her explaining that I happen to be a pretty good influence on her sex life with her husband. I asked how, and she went on to say that when I am around and I get flirty, or touchy-feely like I did the one time at the Mexican place, it turns her on to the point that she jumps her husband as soon as they get private time. I actually take a bit of pride in that. Mainly just know that I can turn someone on that much.

Once dinner is over, she asks what we should do next. He wasn't going to be home until late that evening, so we had more time to kill. She suggested a movie, so there we ended up, sitting awkwardly next to each other in the theater. I had already raised the arm rest between us, stating that I wasn't against a cuddle during the movie, but we still didn't make any move toward each other. But my hands were burning. I wanted to touch her again. I would find out later she wanted to touch me again as well. The empathy was almost unbearable in its scope, and eventually I took her hand in mine and started giving her a gentle hand massage just to occupy myself. After a few moments of this, I put her hand down on my leg, letting it rest there and I put mine on hers. We kind of looked at each other, both of us appearing very comical in our 3D glasses, and the game of Chicken was on. Almost immediately she move her hand farther inside my thigh, close to the knee but enough to get the point across. I gripped her thigh tighter in return.

Her arm was draped over mine, so my reach was slightly diminished. I was already halfway up her leg whereas she was closer to the knee. She had a head start this way, so to take things slowly I just started rubbing her thigh gently, scratching with my nails against her tight jeans. When I made a lot of slow and tantalizing movement, I saw her breath get more labored and slightly faster. I knew she was already getting turned on.

As she moved her hand farther up my thigh and deeper inside, I responded by doing much the same, a lot of the time I would grip slightly harder on her inner thigh as I got closer and closer to her most private parts. I was turned on, and it was showing but I don't think she noticed. After all, we were close to each others' forbidden zones, but neither of us had made contact yet. I was so close to her vagina I could feel the heat she was giving off and it was intoxicating. I was maybe an inch away.

I leaned away slightly, pulling my hand up her leg and ran my pinky in the crease between her thigh and pelvis, moving away before I made contact with anything in between and resumed my spot an inch or so away from her moist pussy. She responded, moving another millimeter up my leg, but adjusted her arm and hand slightly. I don't think she realized it, but when she did, I felt her finger make the absolute lightest contact with my right testicle. I wrote it off as a mistake.

In my mind, I was racing through all the possibilities and outcomes, all of the different things I could do to her, all of the vast pleasures I had learned to inflict over the years. I fantasized about taking her when we got back to the truck, both of us climbing into the back seat with its tinted windows and giving in to this madness we had been brewing. I moved my hand another millimeter closer.

She let out a very very quiet little moan, and again my mind was back to the what-if scenarios. I could run my hand over her pussy, feel it through her jeans and press firmly against her clit. I could, but I don't.

It was all a rush of exhilaration. This forbidden thing we were on the verge of doing, and yet both of us holding our ground in this horrible and torturous game of chicken we had started. My jaw was clenched shut. I couldn't go any farther. Something was holding me back. I like to believe it was guilt. I have this problem with conviction. I tend to feel guilty. I blame my morals growing up, the southern gentleman way I was always raised with.

The movie ended, and at the same time, both of us stopped our game and made ready to leave. She needed to visit the restroom, so I waited outside. When we finally exited the place and were walking to the truck, I asked "So how bad was it?", referring the wetness I had worked her into. "I wouldn't necessarily call it bad," she responded, giving me a wry and playful smile. I laughed as we got into the truck.

She had lifted the center console away and bolted into my lips before I had even gotten into the seat fully. I didn't resist. Hell, I started fighting her for domination in the kiss, jockeying for position as I adjusted myself to counter her weight pressing against me. Her hand bolted down to my crotch, where I was already well on my way to another erection and she gently coaxed it into full being. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her higher as I returned the favor and got my other hand against the crotch of her tight jeans. She was so wet I could feel the moisture through the denim. Logic and Reason had come to a boiling point in their war within my subconscious, and logic had just made the final killing blow. I was doing this. Fuck the consequences.

We found ourselves clamoring over the seats after we moved them forward, giving as much space as we could in the back seat before stumbling back. As we did so, both of us were fumbling with our clothing, half tearing, half removing them as carnal instincts began to take full effect. Once we found ourselves in the back seat, I put the center console, a leather box type deal, about a foot and a half wide, back down and forced her onto it, pants off, panties lost somewhere along the way. I lifted her legs high, burying my mouth into her with a fiery vigor I hadn't used since my teens. She tasted fantastic, practically leaking her juices all over my chin and into my beard. I just kept lapping up everything I could, teasing and nibbling, sucking on the clit then flicking my tongue over it quickly and heavily. Her tits were hanging out, the D cup bra also lost in translation somewhere alongside her panties. I hadn't even caught their color or style in the process of removing them.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Gladly," I said before lifting her up, turning her over so her chest was resting on the console. I sat back on the back seat, taking my rod in my hand and guiding it into her waiting hole. She sat down and stayed there for a moment, clenching around me before she came almost instantly. I grabbed her hips and pulled her as far down as I could, shoving myself into her as deep as possible. I felt her cervix pressing against the head of my cock. She seemed to like it, but it may have been the orgasm too.

After letting her get the first rushes of her orgasm, I began using my arms to raise and lower her hips, forcing her to ride the rest of her orgasm out. There were people walking around the parking lot, but we were near the back and she was trying her best the be quiet. Some things you just can't hold back, and there was more than one profane word stated loudly. She started to take over on the riding, slamming herself down onto me over and over and over. I hadn't seen a woman so eager for cock since the beginnings of my previous relationship. She was crazed. I was okay with that.

I can't say how long we went like this before we peeled away from each other and she turned around, mounting me once again, this time pressing her breasts against my face as she rode. I grabbed both of them, just now realizing that it was the first time I had truly paid attention to them since they had been freed of the bra. She had immaculate breasts, still perky and youthful in her mid twenties. I ran my tongue around a nipple, sucking on it while she rode me gracefully and with just enough force to keep getting me closer and closer.

Finally, I leaned her away from me, she reached back to brace herself on the passenger and driver seats as I put one hand on her pelvis and the other on her ribs and started bucking myself into her hard and fast. I could feel it coming, and it was going to be god damn wonderful to let this aching load go. Harder and faster, I plunged again and again until I felt it explode deep inside. God damn it felt like heaven. I saw stars, rainbows, and fucking unicorns, but I didn't stop fucking her. Again and again, I released spurt after spurt until I was dry firing and still I fucked her. The oversensitivity was all but unbearable but I didn't care. I could feel her getting close to a second orgasm and I wanted her to come again.

She obliged a few seconds later, reaching down and violently rubbing her clit as she came all over my dick. As she was cumming, she was letting out these sounds somewhere along the lines of a whining plea for more and a scream of "YES!" I kept fucking, my erection staying solid as a rock. I haven't been this turned on in years and by God I was taking full advantage of it.

She leaned forward, once again our lips found each other, kissing hard and long as both of us twitched. I was still inside of her, slowly growing soft as I felt my cum leaking out around my shaft. I stopped kissing her. We were both sweaty and I leaned my forehead against her shoulder as she ran her fingers through my hair. We were both breathing hard. "Oh fuck...." I said, letting it hang there. My conscience was starting to come back, Reason coming back from the dead with a vengeance and tearing down the fort that Logic had built in its absence.

She seemed to get my drift. "Our secret?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. I was starting to get physically sick at what I had just done.

"Yes," she said, I could hear it starting to effect her words as well. "Our secret. It will never happen again. We just go on with our lives the way we always have, and that's it. This is over."

"I suppose you could say that... I hate it. I hate myself. I hate this. Why are we here? What have we done?" I'm starting to panic. She grabs my head in both hands, looking me dead in the eyes.

"Stop it. This never happened." she says

"No," I say, setting my jaw, "It didn't."