I was a stay-at-home wife. That’s the only way he would have it. My husband was a bastard and controlling of everything I did. My only friends were the ones that came to the door and would talk about things like God and all. You know the ones. Coats and ties and the ever-present briefcase. They were all about obedience and the husband was the boss. They didn’t know mine. I WAS obedient, God knows, and resentful. The more he neglected me the worse it got. I pushed my feelings down, real deep. When we had sex, which wasn’t often, I made all the “oohs” and “aahs” of fake orgasm. He was dumb, as well as mean, and I fooled him.

Meanwhile, when he was at work and there were no door people, I played with myself with hands, carrots, cucumbers. I wouldn’t wash them when I made his salad. When I thought he wanted sex I put on lots of cold cream to gross him out…Maybe I got what I deserved. Then one night, I was in for a surprise, when he came home from work and I saw a twinkle in his eye. I was headed for slicing an unwashed used cucumber–you know what I mean–and the cold cream jar.

He had this dog on a leash. “I got it at the pound,” he said. Too cheap to buy a real dog. I felt sorry for the dog as he would feed it nothing but scraps. We laid in bed a few nights later and he called the dog to jump up on the covers. I turned over on my side and pretended to be sleeping when he lifted the covers and the dog started started sniffing around. It was my turn to be grossed-out! God! that dog’s nose was cold. He must have gotten a scent. I had gotten the cucumber ready for the salad just before dinner and the dog knew it. He was going at it and my husband was encouraging it. Then I felt a long tongue licking at me from behind. I pretended sleep but couldn’t pretend for long. My resentment got the better of me, as did that tongue.

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   Amber was wanted by many of the guys in her school but most she had already been with and couldn’t seem to find one that she wanted to stay with. She was blonde, had a beautiful tan body, to-die-for gorgeous 34C breasts, and a great personality. But what the guys in her town liked most about her was that she was an excellent horse back rider and she was always so well poised showing off every curve of her body.

One day Amber was putting all the horses out to graze. Coco , Peanut, Rainy, Magic, Apple, Double take, Shadow, and her colt, Shade, where all mares. The stallions where kept in barn 2 away from them. She put out all the horses except for Blaze, her brown and white stallion because she was going to ride him through the trails behind her house.

First she brushed him and put on his blanket, then his saddle. She took off his halter and slipped the bit into his mouth and the bridle over his head. She was very fond of this horse. She walked him out of the barn, placed her foot in the stirrup and hopped onto his back. He stood about 19 hands tall. She trotted past the neighing mares and was proud of Blaze for not charging towards them, the horny little bastard.

They galloped through a few fields and slowed into the woods. There were many trails and you could easily get lost if you hadn’t been on them before. But Amber and Blaze knew them very well. She rode him through the woods about every other day.

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But now I could hear mum reading him the riot act, and saying, if he didn’t escort me and my friend, that he wouldn’t be allowed out himself. As he passed my bedroom door once again, this time going back to his room, he said. You’d better be ready in 5 minutes, or else.

I hurriedly completed my face painting, to make sure I was ready before he had an excuse to leave me behind. I was dressed in a black very short witches dress, and hoop striped luminous woolly tights. Garry’s best buddy was Gordon, my friend June’s brother, he was the same age as Garry. So, as I would normally hang around with June, he would always be seen with Gordon. When I phoned June to make sure she was going to be ready in time, she said her mom wouldn’t let her go out. I explained that we’d be looked after by both our brothers, and she said she’d have another go at her mom.

I didn’t tell my mom that June had said she might not be able to go out, in-case she stopped me as well. We arrived at their house, and I could tell by the look on June’s face that she hadn’t been able to change her mom’s mind. So off I set on our nights Trick or Treating, me dressed as a witch, escorted by the two boys dressed as vampires. They made me walk in front of them, so it wasn’t as obvious that they were with me. Gordon had a torch, he was shining it in all directions, and he delighted in lighting-up my tights to make them glow every time a car was approaching us. After the initial sulking on their part, we were soon knocking on doors, and they were beginning to accept my company, without the continual moaning. We were all having fun and laughing and joking together.

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Now the lifeless stick was just oozing the sticky milk out still thirsty I cupped my hand under it getting all of it waiting till it stop giving then took it up to my mouth and drank it all down licking my hands cleans not wanting to miss a single bit.

I got off my knees and thanked the buffalo and walked off looking for my parents. Walking in the direction my parents were going I drifted my hungry was taking me to the jungle.

It was dark and scary but I was to hungry to care and with that I proceeded and to my surprise I found a group of monkeys. I screamed in excitement as there my favourite animal and they had food.

As I walked forward to them one took notice of me and walked towards me. I noticed a white stripe on it’s head, it was the same monkey as before and it seemed to recognise me as well. It offered a banana, which I took and ate as quick as possible.

I looked up and thank the monkey and said that I wish I could do something for it. It stood up and pointed in between it’s legs to something that growing. It was just like the buffalos but pink, shiny and smaller. I wondered what it wanted and when I looked up it was gone then suddenly it jumped on my back.

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As she entered the conversation, woman1 said, “I just love it when I make love to my dog. He always acts so innocent, but then his instincts kick in, and he fucks me up good. His hot pink cock just rams my pussy with utter savageness. My boyfriend loves to watch me get fucked by him too. I love it how the dog struggles to stick his cock deep in his bitch like he’s not going to get another chance. His balls were flopping on my cunt as they work so hard to pump me full of animal semen. Oh! I explode when he rams his knot into my cunt, and ties with me. He holds the warm cock deep inside me as he comes, thus claiming me as his bitch. A river of come flows out of my pussy as he pulls out with a loud pop. He licks up all my pussy juices along with his own. He runs of in the corner to clean his dirty cock, and then twenty minutes later he’s back for more.”

Julie adds, “Me and my dog have fun times like that too. It’s great to have one. My dog’s a great Dane, and he has one of the biggest dog cocks I’ve seen. When he sticks that shit in my pussy, there’s no escape. I can only wait until loads of hot cumshots are shot into my belly.”

Woman2 replies, “Wow, that’s great. I love to have sex with my dog too, but have you tried a horse? They’re hung! Everyday, I walk out to my barn naked and wake up the horses. I go under their belly, and I start rubbing their enormous testicules. He quivers and neighs at the touch.

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   I immediately dropped what I was carrying and started to try to fight whatever it was that had done this to me, I scratched one of them on the face real good because he immediately let go of me and started to say “shit, she is going to pay for this”. Well my skin got all crawlly at the thought of some kind of payment. The other guy told him that he’d be ok and to get the belt, all the while I was kicking & scratching. The guy that was holding me was really big and strong and I wasn’t able to do much damage to him except step on his feet with my heels which he didn’t like much either. Well I felt this belt going around my waist and one of them laughed and said “She won’t be able to do anything once we get this on her good” They really cinched it up tight, I almost couldn’t breath and now I was really getting scared. They took some kind of cuffs and latched my hands to my sides using the belt then they took something sharp and told me “Don’t move if you don’t want your tits cut all up” With a threat like that I decided to stay still and not move at all. They cut up my dress and left me in my bra and panties, but that didn’t last either.

When they had me naked they told me to open my legs well I didn’t want to do that so I shook my head “no”, well one of them grabbed my breast (which are very large and full) and squeezed it hard but I still wouldn’t open them, one of the guys said, “get the clamps and she will open up wide for us for sure” I heard them rummaging around and then the other guy said “the little ones or the big ones” , “Big ones, she might as well get used to it now” then I felt one of them grabbing my nipples and pulling it out and then the teeth from the clamps cutting my soft nipples, I started to scream but I couldn’t with the ball gag in my mouth and I felt something warm on my body, I figured it was blood from the clamps.

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  Summer in Piccadilly is a hot affair, even the streets steam up after the sun rises. I was glad therefore to be in this little fish and chips shop enjoying my friends company as well as the air-conditioning when four nice married white ladies came in and sat at the next table. Now normally I wouldn’t be eavesdropping, but my ears perked up when this cute little blond starts complaining that she isn’t getting enough at ye old family estate by her wimp hubby.
“You should try shagging the help,” said the long haired brunette on her left, and all four ladies laughed at that, but then the woman continued in almost a whisper. “I tell you Yvette, if I were in your lucky shoes, married with money and bored, I’d be shanking that black Gardner you have.”
That got my undivided attention.
“Chris fired him last week for some silly little screw up,” Yvette whispered nervously, “and what is it with you and this black fantasy trip anyway?”
“See those men,” she obviously meant me and my friends, “I’ll make you a bet that there isn’t one of them under 8″ in length.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Yvette returned, “Chris is at least 6″ in length, and that’s as big as any man gets.”
“Any white man maybe,” replied the brunette under her breath, “so bet me then, I dare ya.”
By now my friends had become interested in the conversation at the next table as well, and all were turned looking at Yvette for her response, as were the women at her table.
“What’s the bet?” Yvette said sticking out her chin.
“Okay, if any of these guys are less than 8″ hard, I’ll be your slave for one month, do your errands what ever. Fair enough?”

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Patricia’s no movie star, model, or centerfold. But she could be, what with her face and that body. Luckily for me she decided to become my wife instead. Not too tall, and not too short, and built like a dangerous S turn down a screaming mountain road, Patricia, or Trish as I call her, was a dedicated party girl, from the very moment she reached puberty, some have said.

Not being one who wished to cramp such a high spirited slut, and having inherited the wherewithall to keep her in a custom to which would give her the most freedom, to express her natuarl talents without barriers, or restrictions normally placed on wedded spouces, was probably the biggest advantage on my side of the marriage bargaining table. In fact she fucked my best man in the bridal chambers before the wedding, and gave blow jobs instead of kisses to the men who lined up to pay her a buck at the reception back in the men’s room. Since the buck they gave her was a fresh crisp new hundred dollar bill, I thought it most appropriate myself. Hell, my father even went back for seconds.
Not a shy bone exists in Trish, and when I suggested that she try on a few of the locals on our honeymoon in Hawaii she ended up getting gang banged in the pool at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel. That’s the swimming pool with the window connected to the basement cocktail lounge. And though no one in there saw her face they all oggled, belly up to the bar, as she took on no less than ten local men two at a time in both her tight pussy and ass in that lighted baby blue clorinated water just beyond the window behind the bar.

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      “Hey, look at that one,” Jerome said, pointing to one of the cheerleaders practicing in the field, “now that one could make any swinging dick stand up and cheer.”
“Nigger, you say that about every blonde,” Spike put in, chuckling, “but I’ll give you this, Kelly’s rape bait fo sure. Got a booty as tight and fine, and bouncey as you could ever want, and those titties of her’s be ripe enough to pluck a year ago.”
“Who you call’en Nigger, Nigger?” Jerome punched his friend playfully in the right shoulder. “And don’t go thinking you can rape that bitch and not get yo ass whipped by that twin big brother of hers either. That’s one white boy who be a real bad ass mutherfucker.”
“Yeah, Casey’s a screwy one alright. Got as many muscles as he do brains. Who’da ever thought, a jock football player/honor student? Hell, that ain’t natural.”
“Fuck that. What ain’t natural, is that hot ass bitch sister of his.”
“Yeah, what a dick teasing wet dream she turned out to be. Might be worth an ass whoop’en for a taste of some of that.”
“You know, maybe we can do it, and not get a whoop’en,” Jerome thought outloud, and for the first time in years, Spike was listening to him.
“What’s that you’re working on?” Asked Mr. Chumly, Casey’s science teacher.
“Something for my science project, sir,” Casey replied.
“Nothing explosive in those chemicals, is there?”
“No sir, take a look, it’s all in my notes here. I just need one thing. A hair folicale, and the formula will be complete.”
“I look forward to seeing the results Casey,” Mr. Chumly said, and as he walked out, added; “Just remember to close up on your way out son, and good luck.”

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  She decided to read the ever so popular story of Helmut the dog. She quickly caught on that this was about animals on animals, but animals on humans! She shrieked, this is repulsive. Who would do such a thing? But she kept on watching. After the first story, she went on the the next, captivated. She was more and more interested. She was hooked. She eventually got to a very different story: How to have sex with your dog. She read it twice. Then an idea popped into her head. These stories had gotten her so wet. She wondered if this perverted act really felt so good. She wondered if she should try it. She started getting hot. She had to try it.

She called her dog Hulk into the room. She had named him that because his was so muscular. Dad thought chopping his balls off would turn him into a weakling. So we didn’t neuter him, and kept his hulk size. As Hulk walked into the room, she noticed in detail the thing she never seemed to notice. Hulk was a massive skinny dog, he had his manhood right in the open. Jane couldn’t believe it, his balls and dick were right in front of her. Hulk had massive testicules that hanged loosely of the sheath of his penis. Everytime he moved, his balls floped around. Jane was mesmorized.

She got Hulk to stand still in front of her. Following the stories actions, she took her left hand and palmed his balls. Hulk stopped, yelped, looked at Jane, and then he started to pant again. Jane was happy that the dog enjoyed this as much as her. She took her right hand and started to massage his balls. Hulk was panting happily away.

Soon she noticed, a red, slimy, tip of a cock poking out. She quickly turned her right hands attention on rubbing the sheathed member while still rubbing his balls.

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   I don’t believe any of these people, they are just sick perverts, and they’re full of shit. I don’t even see what the fascination is, it’s nasty to have a dog put his, you know, in you, or even to just lick you out, it’s repulsive.

I’m Lucy, I’m a Harvard grad of law, and I work in a very successful firm, one of the largest in L.A.. I’m 28, 5’3 and 104 lbs. Long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a good-looking girl I think, even without the shapely ass and 34 D breasts.

I’m very fit, I get my exercise when I take my greyhound Duke, out for runs, which is once, sometimes twice a day. He’s a gorgeous dog, very well kept and cared for, I love him.

I got Duke when I got my own place after college. There are plenty of loons out there and I wanted the intimidation aspect on my side, which is why I got a large, swift dog. I live alone with Duke in a house that’s kind of set back from the road, and there’s only one road.

I like the peace and quiet that you just can’t get in the city, and this house and land was very reasonably priced. It’s nothing much really, it’s homely. It’s about two acres of clear land and another three of dense woods.

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   Jessie was sick and tired of it. Her twin sister was having all the fun, while Jessie was locked into a no go anywhere, do anything marriage that even failed in fulfilling her sexual gradification on a steady, as needed basis, and Jessie needed sex on a steady basis. Of course, Jazz, as her twin sister Jill was called on stage, could pick and chose whoever she wanted to go to bed with from anyone in the crowd at Pimpo’s Sex Palace, a local strip joint, and no one would say a word about her slutty behavior, but if Jessie dared look crosseyed at another man, her husband, Dave would have an epileptic fit and threaten suicide. She often thought of letting him give it a try, but in the end her love for the man willed out against her better judgement, and she ended up in a frump like she was now sitting dejectedly on her living room couch with her right hand up her dress and down in her panties, while massaging her tits through her house dress with her left hand wondering how long before she retrieved her special dildo from the nightstand next to her bed.

The front door bell rang just as she was getting close to a mini orgasm, startling her out of her fantasy fuck, and sighing, resolved to her fate, got up and went to answer the door. Of all the people in the world that she didn’t want to see at that moment, it was none other than, Jazz.

“Oh great, as if I’m not depressed enough already, I’m treated to a visit by the town slut as well.” Jessie grumbled openly, letting her sister in.

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    There was always a rush to get to the three showers in the women’s changing rooms, and it could sometimes be 6:30 before you got your turn. I wanted to be away on time tonight, so I had worked out a plan to beat the rush. I had put the food ready in the inside enclosure, and I had fifteen minutes till I had to let the baboons in. My last job of collecting the bowls would not get me messed up or smelly, so of I dashed to the showers. I hurriedly had a shower, got dried, put on my clean bra, I was searching in my bag for my knickers when I heard the feeding bell. I thought, “Blow it I’ll get my knickers when I come back”, grabbing the nearest clean overall coat, I put it on and ran back to the baboon house.

I dashed through the food preparation room into the area where the enclosure doors are operated from; the baboons were crowded around the door fighting each other to get in and they were all getting very agitated. I pressed the gate open button and started counting them in, they were coming in such a rush that counting was impossible, and even when inside they were chasing around wildly, so I just give up, assumed they must all be in, and closed the ape’s enclosure door.

I now opened my door from the feeding room to the enclosure, and went outside, closing the door and wedged it with a log. Now this door had a very complicated locking system to prevent the baboons from opening it from the outside enclosure. The problem was that it was that complicated, and so difficult to open that the permanent keeper that I had been working with, didn’t bother to use it. He had showed me how to wedge a wooden log from the outside wall to the door, as he said “you aren’t going to be out here if the baboons are in the enclosure, so why they bother with that stupid lock beat me”.

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“If Jason from custodial calls, put him through immediately,” I told Caroline the next morning as I entered my office.
Sure enough, his call came around 10am, and Caroline put it through. We only talked for a few seconds, and it was all business if anyone was listening, but it required that I meet him in his office down below sometime late in the afternoon about a possible company scholarship for his son Henry. Few employees knew about the scholarship, and fewer still tried to take advantage of it. It won’t pay all of the tuition, but it does pay for most of it, and Henry had the grade point average and better to attain it. He only needed a sponcer to present it to the board, and that’s where I came in. However that may have been true though, that’s not what the call was all about, but only Jason and I knew that. As it was it turned out that I had to go attend a meeting until three thirty, and had Caroline reschedual my other appointments for the following Monday as they weren’t of high priority at all.
Now Jason and I had agreed on one thing as far as our relationship was concerned, and that was that, other than Henry, we would not involve anyone else in the company to join our little interracial get togethers. That wasn’t to say that if the opportunity came that we wouldn’t take advantage of it if in didn’t get in the way of company business as far as either one of our scheduals. A quickie here, a blow job there, or that sort of thing. However I knew that this meeting was mostly to set up something for the coming weekend as we had made no plans the day before when he was over my house fucking me all day long.
“Ah Ms Gillian, glad that you could make it down here with your busy schedual,” Jason greeted from behind his desk, just finishing up some instructions for one of his night people when I walked in, “Okay Bill, that about wraps it up for me, got any questions?”
“No sir,” Bill replied picking up some blue prints off the desk, “I’ll get started on it tonight first thing,” and walked past me on his way out of the office, his concentration elsewhere as Jason closed the door behind him on the way out, and bolted the lock.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 1)
• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 2)

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