i like when girls puke on cock

My girlfriend tells me she was a swinger before we met but the more she tells me details it sounds like her bf just used her as his personal sex toy. I’m not sure what to think.

When they started dating she was 22 and he was 35 but owned the bar she worked at. She is a nympho for sure and as part of some recent foreplay I asked her to describe her wildest sexual experience. When I asked the question I could see her and get nervous. She cautioned me I might not like to hear but I pressed her, turned on at the possibilities of what she might say.

I knew she’d been part of the lifestyle so I expected the story to be something along those lines but was surprised and turned on at the story.

She opened by telling me her ex loved to watch her with other guys. I knew this was the case and told her I wanted to hear the wildest story. She tells me she’s not proud of it but that her ex at times “treated her as his mistress and she allowed it.” After asking her how it got started? She says really well the first time was the wildest and probably the worst.

She told me that after only a few weeks dating her and her boyfriend were closing the bar and having a few drinks late one night. Across the street from the bar was one of those topless sports bars. They’d been discussing his interest in trying out swinging with one of the girls who worked at that bar. The girl invited them to a house party a mansion in LA. and she agreed to give it a try. What she told me was on the two hour drive to the house she was actually excited for a few reasons, one of which, this would be her first time with a girl or anything other than a guy on girl experience.

After a little coaxing she tells me she started having second thoughts but her BF talked her into going inside as they had already come this far. They went inside and his demeanor changed. The party had already started and they were people fucking on chairs floors and all over. As by far one of the youngest girls she quickly got a lot of attention from the men. She is about 5’9 135 pounds long legs a pretty big ass and small a cup breasts. She told me they had discussed the prospect of finding another couple and what she thought would be a couple swap swinging experience was not what ended up happening.

She told me one of the more aggressive guys same age as her bf but skinnier and taller was hitting on her and asked her boyfriend if he could kiss her. Instead of saying yes or even asking her his response was “she can do more than kiss. You should see her suck cock.” Her BF guided the three of them to one of the bedrooms. That’s when it started.
Instead of a swinging couple with another girl she found herself giving a blow job to a stranger while her BF undressed her. When he left the room she was nervous and alone she said. but it got even worse when he returned - with another guy and no girl. She told me she was completely naked sucking all three of them. I asked her why she didn’t just stop and she said she wanted to please her boyfriend and just got caught up in it. It sounds like for a few minutes she went dick to dick gagging each of them. She said they were grabbing the back of her head and shoving their cocks in her mouth so hard she even threw up a little bit. When this happened they tossed her on the bed head hanging over the edge. She said they grabbed her feet held them up in the air and the tall guy fucked her face so hard she puked.

She said it was the first time she felt degraded bur was in over her head. I said did it end there? I didn’t get many more details other then she said she knew she needed to make each of them cum for it to stop. I asked her if she fucked them? She shook her head and said yes for a long time first one on one then her pussy, and finally her asshole. I can only imagine her screams and cries as three guys rammed her from behind each coming in her butt, their come dripping down her pussy.

Crazy part is she stayed with this guy for a another full year and had more of these swinging experiences as she calls them.

I confess that I drunkenly molested a friend of mine a couple of days ago. Let me start off by saying I am bisexual, and a guy...my friend is a guy as well. If that bothers you, no need to read further.

Two friends and I went to downtown and got a hell of a lot more drunk then we wanted to, fall down, puking etc drunk. We made our way back to our hotel room where one friend passed out in his bed, and I ended up in bed with the other guy. He was beyond wasted...way more so than I was. In my drunken state I convinced him to change clothes, and basically stripped him naked right there.

I climbed in bed and proceeded to play with his cock, suck him off, and even try to push a finger into his virgin ass. I never did get him to cum (a LOT of alcohol didn't help I'm sure) but I did lick his ass, suck his cock, and have one of the best orgasms I've ever had.

Now I see him around, and I can't help by picture his hard cock. I'm terrified he will remember, or worse yet that the third guy in the room realized what was going on. I was drunk too, and so I'm sure I wasn't the most stealthy guy in the world.

I confess to utterly abusing a whore I hired last night.

She was a rare find on the streets these days. A tiny little thing,blond hair, couldn’t have been more than 90 Lbs, soaking wet. Fresh faced, no tattoos, she literally stammered and trembled as she tried to explain to me that she “didn’t normally do this kinda stuff” Yeah, whatever gets you through the day you cunt.

Took her back to an apartment I keep rented just for this sorta entertainment. Sometimes I get drunk there, or watch special videos and jerk off. Other times I bring along some entertainment I have collected off the streets. I cannot tell you how it gladden me to see the look of utter horror and despair as she looked down at the filthy, stained mattress I kept for these sorts of pursuits.

Once I handed over the money, I told her to strip down, as I wanted to see “what I had bought” I took my time to run my hands all over her, taking great care to give her most intimate spot some extra attention.

When I was ready I pushed her back down onto the mattress, then kneeled on her throat before I covered her face in a thick glaze of cock puke. Her involuntary moans and pleas of despair, only heightened my enjoyment.

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I confess I should have been bolder with my current wife when she was trying to get me to leave my ex-wife. A was willing to do anything and everything then; I should have done more. Now that we're together, life has gotten in the way and we don't do all the exciting things we used to do. Here are some of them, memorialized for posterity.

We went to strip clubs and she sucked my cock as I sat there, before and after I got dances from strippers. I exposed her tits to show my friends. She went upstairs to talk to the manager about possibly working there. She gave a lap dance to another patron with her tits out. She couldn't take her dress off entirely because she wasn't wearing any underwear.

She sucked my cock everywhere. In elevators, in restaurants as we sat at the table, at crowded bars as we stood there drinking (one bouncer told me to put it away), on stage at a packed Valentine's Day party.

I tried to piss a little in her mouth every time my cock was in it, to the point she asked her girlfriends what that liquid might be. Eventually she figured it out. I still do this.

I pissed into her throat. I was angry and drunk so unfortunately I don't recall this with the utmost clarity, but I put my cock all the way into her mouth and made her drink it all.

I left multiple marks on her face and cleavage with a knife.

She sent me nudes and I took many.

I fucked her ass several times with no lube. After I came, she cleaned my cock with her mouth.

I woke up in the middle of the night and shoved my cock into her mouth and fucked it until I came. For no reason other than that I could.

Before she left for her office job in the morning, I made her get on her knees and lick my balls while I jerked off and then came into her mouth.

I put my big toe in her pussy.

When I was sick, I blew my nose into her mouth many times instead of into a tissue.

I discarded my used up tasteless chewing gum into her mouth.

I spit in her mouth as I fucked her (I still do this).

I sat on her face many times, her tongue deep in my ass, as I slapped her pussy and squeezed her tits and masturbated before coming in her mouth (I still do this).

I forced a long blue dildo deep into her throat and made her puke.

I made her starve herself to lose weight.

I went down on her only once (now it's never).

I sat on the sofa and watched a movie on the television while she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth the entire time.

At a restaurant in the winter, my feet were cold so I took off my shoes and put my feet into her mouth to warm them.

I put my toes into her mouth often.

I never used a condom. I made her take the morning after pill several times.

I licked her eye.

We had phone sex frequently. Most of it involved me making her slap her pussy - hard - or gagging herself with a dildo or inserting a large butt plug.

I made her touch herself, rub her pussy juice on her neck like perfume, and go to her favorite bar and hug and greet the female bartender.

I confess, I wish I did more.

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She likes making cock puke on pics of her

Imagine running behind her and bending her over, then pulling down her sweat pants so you can pull her asscheeks apart and see her butthole as you start finding it then you get on your knee while you hold her still so you can suck on her sweaty butthole before you put your unprotected cock inside of it and hump her butthole till ur cock pukes all over inside of her. 

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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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This is a CONSENSUAL non consent story. Both parties consented to what really happened.

She responded to a post of mine, looking for a woman for some CNC. We chatted for a few days and then we made up to meet in a public park. She wasn’t happy with how vanilla her SO was and she said that she NEEDED to be taken by force. I told her that when we meet, she shouldn’t be wearing any underwear or a bra.

As soon as we meet, she followed me to my van, yes my van. I am a vanlifer and live in my van.
We drove to a park overlooking the river, and spoke for a short amount of time to ensure that she was consenting to this and wanted me to go further. In the meantime, I put leather cuffs on her wrists and slipped her dress off of her shoulder so I could begin to play with her perfectly sized tits. She begged me to take her into the back of the van and have my way with her, soo

I dragged her by her hair into the back of the van, had her get on her knees and start sucking my cock. She is an enthusiastic cocksucker but we weren’t there to be gentle, so i grabbed her by the side of her head and began to roughly face fuck her. She was gagging on my cock, barely keeping herself from puking but it was plain to see that she was enjoying it and I definitely enjoyed looking down, seeing the look in her eyes and hearing the sounds of her going down on me.
I dragged her up on the bed, and started to spread her legs. She resisted, so i forced her legs apart, and began to finger her wet pussy. I whispered into her ears that her wetness was betraying her true feelings. I managed to get 3 fingers in her pussy and a forth finger up her ass before she begged for permission to cum.

I dragged her into a seated position and added a chest harness so that my rope was squeezing her beautiful tits, making them stick out and “call” to be sucked on and bitten by me.
We spent about two hours with me alternating between abusing her tits and abusing her other holes before it was times to cleanup and take her home.

This entire time, we could hear other visitors to the park, arriving and getting out of their cars and I repeatedly had to cover her mouth so we wouldn’t be discovered. I had found a great slut to play with.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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