8 Black Men, Rex, & Unk’s Junkyard

I would just like to say before we get to the fun stuff that …
I was molested as a child, & as with most survivors of incest,
we have what most would consider deviant sexual practices or fantasies(obviously not all). Most of my stories (soon to come;) will contain Taboo situations…rape, incest, bestiality, water sports etc.
Even though I write about such things (for most it is a way to control what happened to them)
I IN NO WAY CONDOGNE HARMFUL TREATMENT OF CHILDREN OR ADULTS ! (except with adults consent;)
I’M HOPING TO BE THE CUTE TABOO SLUT WITH PIGTAILS THAT THOSE TYPES NEED TO NOT HURT CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve been a sexual person for as long as I can remember.  I was extremely curious about everything.  I enjoyed attention for being “cute”, even so much as to like being watched. Feeling eyes on my body made me tingle inside, although I never really understood why.
During my childhood my family owned several large dogs. I remember being shoved down into the dirt and mounted by these large animals. I didn’t know what was going on, but I liked it.  They were much too overpowering for me to do anything less than allow this violation of my body.  I remember bouncing around, looking around to see if anyone noticed me being mounted by the family dog on the front lawn.  Inevitably my mother would come running out to “save” me.  I never understood what the big deal was about, especially considering she acted so mortified but refused to say a word about it.
Needless to say, that brought my curiosity bubbling up over the boiling point.  Anytime I would baby-sit, after the kids had gone to bed, I found myself leading the miscellaneous dogs to a secluded room in the house. I would pat them on the head & then open my legs to reveal my tight wet slit. Before I could even give directions they would lick my sweet slit clean.  There massive long tongues invading my tight space till I shuddered with delight.  Most of the time I fell asleep with the dogs face nestled between my legs.
When I turned 18, I moved out of the house & into the ghetto.  I didn’t mind it, I was sick of country life & its limited ideas about people & their personal life.  Besides, it was nice to find out that the black community appreciated a nice ass! The punk ass white boy country bumpkins I was used to would call J-lo fat & not PHAT.  I digress as women often do;)  I rented a place with my on again off again dick.  I paid most of the bills, but I didn’t care because my walks to work gave me more opportunities to get my ass smacked & pulled into some random garage where I started to build the rep of the girl who could swallow anything!

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2 dogs. 1 cock part 2. his mom

After fucking Elle i was really tired, and when mom came and got me i almost passed out in the car. when we got home, I went straight for the shower to wash the sticky dog pussy juice off my legs. I got in the shower, and washed the crap off me, i felt great.

After beeing at beens house, I started to think about his mom. She was about 45, about 5′ 6”. A big girl. Works on a famr so nice and strong. no husband. Nice big sexy love handles, and long brown furly hair. I started to think of me fucking her big ass doggy style why she moadned and screamed, I loved jacking off to her a picture of that happeneing in my mind.

My sexualy urges grew for her even more when she invited me to go to the river with her and ben that next day. I happily said yes, any chance to see her was a good chanse. So whn her truck pulled up the next day, i was more then ready to go. I had my swiming trunks, a spaire set of clothes, and a towel to lie on when i wasn’t in the water. She ringed the door bell and i answered quickly. She was in the cutes denum mini skirt (designed for a much smaller person) and a black tank top. I threw my stuff in the back of the truck and we left for the river.

When i got in the front seat, i looked back to say hi to ben, but he was passed out. I flicked his ear, but nothing happened. I sat up front becuasei was way to big to sit in the backseat, my legs are very long. The river is about a two hour drive from hour town, so it would be a while. I didn’t talk to her the whole way, i felt really weird saying anything with a half-hard cock underneath my clothes bag.

After about an hour of driving she pulled out onto the right side of the free way. she looked at me and said “pit stop.” I figured this meant she was ganna wander off in the woods and pee. But instead, she got out of the car, walked to the passenger’s side door, and opened my door. “alright, im not going into the woods, becuase last time i did, i saw a rattlesnake, so im going to keep your door open, to block myself from incoming traffic, and im going to go right here.” I blinked, and nodded. “No looking, got it” her tone was extreamly serious. So with that i looked a away. She got right behind my door, and i heard her skirt zipper slide. Now, come on, im a teenage boy, do you expect me to not look I heard her squat because she sighed a bit. Then i heard it. The soft tinkle pinkle of pee hitting te pavement. i motioned my head awya from the driver’s side window a bit, and looked out of the corner of my eye. Her back was too me. With this new knowledgei  turned round and checked it out. i didn’t have the best view, but i could see the little off her but, and i could see yellow liquid splashing against the pavement. my dick surged underneath my bag, i felt precome start to ooz out of my head. and just as it had started, it was over, and i forced my slef to turn hard and gaze in the opposite direction.  I felt my door close, and i saw her walk around to the front drivers seat. she opened the door, started the car, and we were off.

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    Jessica Biel, superbabe – one of the most beautiful and perfectly formed young actresses working in Hollywood today. Despite her beauty she was alone. Not single, her partner was the singing superstar of pop Justin Timberlake, but he was out of town on tour. She couldn’t go with him because she was started a new movie the next day, but she missed him. She missed his jokes, she missed his private songs, but most of all she missed his cock. Timberlake was a great fuck – young, healthy, bags of energy and great looks, and when he went on tour she really missed him.

She had been sitting at home, alone, thinking of his cock, thinking of a good hard fucking, of unabandoned fucking – when she decided that she had to do more than just think…   She didn’t want to cheat on Justin with another guy – what they had was too special for that – so she knew she had to do something else. She thought about calling a girlfriend, seeing if they could get something on… But again, she felt that would be cheating. If she was going to fuck another girl, she’d far rather it was with Justin – a treat for him rather than a release for her.    She didn’t want to do it ‘behind his back’. She sat there wondering to herself, she didn’t just want to finger herself off, or go in the shower and play with the shower head like usual – no, she wanted something big and hard inside of her. She’d never had a shortage of men in her life, so she’d never felt the need to buy a dildo before – but by God she needed one now.

She jumped in her Porsche and headed down to the Hustler store for a look around to see what she could find. She looked along a huge rack of dildos and vibrators that filled half the store… Big ones, small ones, fat ones thin ones, strange ones, straight ones, ones for pussies, ones for assholes, ones for both… She considered them all. Some of them had raised veins, others had rabbit shaped protrusions, some had bumps all over, one even had little rubber spikes on it…

There was even one in the shape of a dog’s cock… 7 inches of pale plastic, fat in the middle, flat on the end, with little purple veins up and down it’s length… Ewwwwww! She thought. What kind of a girl would want to fuck a dildo shaped like a dog’s cock? That would suggest fantasies about fucking a real dog’s cock… Ewwwwwww!!
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Another installment through the keyhole of Knotty. This is a compilation of a number of ‘love sessions’ between Knotty and her big dane – plus a brief cameo from her up-and-coming boxer.

From movie to movie we can see Knotty getting increasingly better and more into her puppy love. It’s not easy being a girl, loving her dog, AND managing to film it for our ultimate enjoyment. But as always she manages it very well.

Her long blonde locks shake as her big dane grabs her again and again, and does what nature intended. I particularly like the rosy sheen on her milky behind as her doggy ‘spanks’ her over and over with his thrusting hips.

In one scene the dane penetrates Knotty so forcefully that she is thrown/pushed forward, or she throws herself forward to escape his long thrust – but he doesn’t give up, and follows her forward and down, clutching onto her and driving into her sex. That’s how much he is enjoying her. Marvellous.

And the climax of the movie, the big dane goes deep and hard enough to tie with Knotty. As he turns on her, you’ll see him pull his rather huge penis out of her – and Knotty looks extremely pleased, as I am sure you will.

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This movie is pure K9sM, most likely on a level you haven’t seen before. There are numerous details in this movie which make the action quite special.

You’ll see how Stray’s technique has improved when she quite casually moves to all 4′s and the dog takes her in the most natural way.

During the fairly lengthy, quality tie scene – watch Stray’s vagina closely – you’ll see her using her pussy muscles to squeeze around the dog’s penis, to encourage him to ejaculate more. Also, bringing herself to genuine climax with her hand as he is tied inside her is also very good technique.

But I think you will agree after watching the movie – the highlight is the rain play scene. Rain play is fun and games with the semen of a dog. In this case, it’s a glass scene. Glass scenes abound these days, ever since one of our early movies, Wolfteen. This glass scene is something… a little different.

You may have seen rainplay elsewhere, you may have seen glass scenes elsewhere. You’ll have seen girls that “really love the dog’s cum” – catching it in a glass… then basically spitting it out. Not much love there, then. You may have seen glass scenes where the girl goes “mmmm”… and looks as if she’s sucking down rancid milk. Not here.

Rain is the special liquid a K9slave cherishes. And here, you’ll see it done properly. After the lengthy tie, our male pops wetly from Stray – we catch his semen in a glass, warm from her pussy. Sip by sip, she drinks it. Drip by drip it slides down her throat. Yes, this is real.. not fake semen. And watch our starlet… there is nothing but pure pleasure there.

The film finishes with a long tongue-kiss between our 2 lovers, as he licks any remaining sperm from her lips. Marvellous.

Oh… this movie contains 5 minutes of… I suppose you would say “Classic Stray”… from her first movie, a fuck scene that I really wanted to use somewhere because the dog is just so amazingly creamy and white. Check Stray’s old doggygirl suit compared to her new one – a world of difference. Well, I suppose she was only a puppy then

Hope you love this movie as much as I do.

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Here’s a little something I am certain you will love. This movie crosses all kinds of boundaries – from petism to fetish, to doggygirlism and BDSM, to fantasy. I haven’t seen anything quite like this before and I don’t think you will have either.

On top of the unique doggygirl aspect, it’s simply a great pet movie. As a doggygirl, Stray-X is a talented petlover and her skills are apparent. Her mounting and tying is as smooth as anything – she even gets tied in the missionary position, something I’ve only seen once before on any movie – but in that movie she doesn’t turn the tie. In this movie she does – a real gem. The “pulled over when tied” scene is reminiscent of “Red Haired Flower Girl”, for pet movie buffs out there.

Stray-X is a doggy we came across whilst in Holland on business. She is a very friendly puppy with a great figure, and she looks fantastic on all fours. I am sure you will adore her. You can expect to see much more of her in the future. Now she’s one of our regulars.

This movie is a must-have for lovers of good quality natural pet action with people who enjoy their work immensely.

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Jeff and I have been friends for quite a few years, and when he asked me to take care of their two dogs while they were on their honeymoon, I accepted. I had recently lost my own canine companion of 14 years to cancer, and while I wasn’t quite ready to take on a new dog of my own, I figured that dog-sitting my friends’ pets might help to fill the void, at least temporarily. Gretchen and Galen are purebred Bernese Mountain Dogs, both champions, in fact.

They’re about the size of Rottweilers-Galen is around 120 pounds, and Gretchen is a little smaller. They have long, thick coats, mostly black, with tan and white markings on their faces and legs, a white Swiss cross on the chest, and thick, bushy tails with white at the tips. In spite of their size, they are very laid-back and well behaved, and they gave me no trouble at all. They have had two litters together, and if I’m ready by the time they have another one, I might consider taking one of their pups for my own. Jeff is one of a very few people who know that I am a zoo. When we were kids, we had fooled around with a few of the neighborhood dogs, examining their sex organs, fingering bitches and jacking off the males.

We once even arranged an illicit mating, just so we could watch. We eventually discovered girls and Jeff lost interest in animals, but somehow I never did. Jeff discovered that fact a few years ago when he dropped in on me unexpectedly, and caught me in a ‘compromising position’ with my dog Jesse. Surprisingly, he was pretty understanding about the whole thing.

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The following story is, for the most part, true. As usual, the names have been changed to protect the innocent. Of course, I won’t promise that there aren’t any slight exaggerations here…

I live in a more or less rural area where there are lots of country roads with farms, woods and a number of small neighborhoods here and there. I frequently take long walks around the area, both for exercise and to unwind from the pressures at work. Many of the homes and farms have dogs and various other animals and the dogs are frequently allowed to run free. Since many of the roads have little traffic, and the houses are not especially close together, roaming dogs don’t seem to get in quite as much trouble as they do in the cities and suburbs, and most stay fairly close to home. I’ve always been an animal lover (if you’re reading this you probably, as I do, love animals more than most people do!) and I have managed to make friends with most of the critters on my walking routes.

Occasionally, one or more of the dogs will join me on my walks, sometimes with the owner’s blessings, especially if my own dogs are not with me. A number of years back, I had set out for one of my long walks, usually averaging 6 to 8 miles. I had decided not to take my dogs along, as they were getting quite elderly at 13 and 15, and didn’t really like to go much more than a mile or two at a time.

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Fiction by Dingo Jay
   I’d like to tell you about my best friend. He’s a really great guy, though not much of a party animal. He listens to all my problems, but would never talk about me behind my back, no matter what we do together.

He’s my security system, my bed warmer, my garbage disposal, my truck-driving buddy and the best Frisbee partner I’ve ever seen. Well, almost. As you’ve probably guessed, he’s a dog. Now here’s the part that’ll throw you-he’s also my lover! Yeah, really. Yes, we have sex and all, but before I go there let me tell you some more about him.

Duffy is a mixed breed; the closest I can come to putting my finger on his exact ancestry is an educated guess. I figure he’s probably a mix of Australian Cattledog with Border Collie, or maybe Aussie Shepherd. Around these parts, that particular mix is fairly common and it’s called a Texas Heeler. He’s a medium to large dog in the 55-pound range, with long legs but a stocky build. His medium-length coat stands out just a bit and he’s mostly a mottled brick red and creamy white pattern, with some golden tan on his legs, muzzle and eyebrows, and white feet. His face and ears are more of the same brick red, except solid colored, with a fine, white blaze between his eyes. He has big, triangular ears that stand right up and about half a tail. I thought maybe his tail was docked or perhaps shortened in some accident, but it comes to a point so I guess it’s natural.

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   You’re looking very sexy tonight, Faye. Bob whispered into my ear, as he brushed past me on his way to the toilet.

A girls’ gotta try. I coolly replied, although I’d already gone weak at the knees.

Bob, the company Sales Manager, was drop dead gorgeous’, and had screwed at least four other girls from our office that I knew about. His nickname was Bob the Builder’, after the cartoon character.

Do you want another drink? he asked, when he returned.

That would be nice. A Southern Comfort and lemonade, please. I replied.

Large one? He asked.

I hope so! I chuckled, and raised my eyebrows.

With a little squeeze of my bum, he returned to the bar.

I was standing alone, at our Warehouse managers’ retirement party, as my friend Carla had gone to speak to her boss.

Moments later he returned with my drink.

What’s that you’ve got? I asked nodding towards his glass.

Good old fashioned coke, he grimaced, I’ve got the car. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight, he smiled as he looked me straight in the eye with his baby blue eyes.

There’s a free bar, so I couldn’t miss that, could I? I giggled, as the copious amount of free drink began to take its toll.

Pressing his soft cheek against mine, he whispered, How are you getting home? Would you like a lift?

Oh My God! I thought, You don’t waste anytime, do you?

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   Tanya slammed the front door behind her and dropped her books on the table in the kitchen. Her mom was working late, as usual and then would probably be out late with her new boyfriend, Jack. She wondered what she could find to occupy herself yet again this typical friday evening. Her thoughts turned immediately to her girlfriend Jennifer. Well, she wasn’t officially Tanya’s girlfriend, but they had recently discovered each other.

Tanya sighed, a smile touching her lips as she recalled the way Jennifer’s tiny tits pressed against her own full breasts when they pulled each other into a passionate embrace. She loved the way that felt! She felt her crotch warm and moisture form between her pussy lips as she thought about how she and Jennifer had made out by the pool last weekend. Soon their suits had been pulled hastily aside as they had groped and rubbed against each others hot bodies; kissing, licking exploring. The thought of how good Jennifersjuices had tasted against her lips and tongue made Tanya groan, and she reached down under her skirt and slid her fingers against her dripping pussy. It was slippery and hot. She grazed her swollen clit lightly with her fingertips, “God that feels good!” She thought. Then she raised her fingers to her lips and licked her own creamy juices. Shewanted to fuck!

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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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    The woods were a perfect place for Shirley and I to go to be alone with each other. The winding foot path leading to many a clearing surrounded by thick shrubbery was a favorite local hot spot for most lovers during the weekends,and it being a Monday we would have the woods pretty much all to ourselves, and just to make sure that no one thought we were up to anything who might see the two of us entering the woods, we both took our dogs Shep, her large male Collie, and Duke, my family’s Boxer with us as if just taking them for a walk. With honey blond hair down to mid back, and that come and get it smileof hers at 18; Shirley looked more like jailbait in her cutoffs and well filled short sleeved shirt tied up in front like a halter top, than most 15 or 16 year olds ever would. Her taunt yet supple curves just seemed to beg to be touched,and walking behind Shirley was a true study in the dynamic mechanics of physics as that tight round butt swiveled on hips that were a pure fluid motion of perpetual dance.

We found the place we wanted, the one furthest from civilization, and off the beaten trail, and in moments we were naked and making finger, and tongue paths of our own on each others flesh. Her smooth scented skin an aphrodisiac to my nostrils and we soon became inverted there on the grass with me underneath, licking the greatest tasting sweet syrupy pussy of my young life, and her ontop taking a vacuum lock of my prick with those tender pouting lips of hers.With her tight young round butt bouncing on my face, and her mouth doing magical spells with my dick as her head bobbed up and down, I suddenly had a little help licking up all of that fine white young crack as Shep suddenly stuck his nose in my business, or rather her business end.

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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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   I met Jenny where she worked behind the counter in a coffee shop, one of those hip local poet hangouts that serve esspresso, and cappichino, and rag on the older generation. Young and still foolish she had a nose ring, and a pierced tongue, but what drew my attention was the thin short T-shirt she was wearing that let me oggle her tucked in waist with the ring in her belly button flap above her denim cut offs, and allowed her nipples to poke through atop thos swollen breasts showing that her right one had a ring pierced in it too. Now why a beautiful girl like that would think she needed any other help to get attention than the body, and face she had already was beyond my comprehension. Without all the jewelry she was perfect bait for the next Playboy Bunny of the Year centerfold. But the thing was, on her it all looked great, as did the butterfly tattoo on the outside of her left ankle, so I put it down as something the crowd she hung around talked her into. After all, with her natural honey blond hair, to have it streaked in bright lime, and red purple as if painted was a bit ludicrous even at 18 years old in her sophomore year of college.

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Jean is one of those women’s kind of woman, soft, but with lean round supple curves, medium height, long torso, long legs, and short blond hair. Her breasts are firm and ripe, but not overly large, though definately more than a mouth, or hand full, for that matter. But it was her tight round dimpled derrier that her husband thought was her best asset along with her natual honey blond pubic hair when he’d married her, and being an officer aboard a merchant ship, he would know better than most men the real worth of a woman. When he was home that is.

It hadn’t occured to Jean, when she’d first married Harrold Davis, of Beach Water, Florida at the age of 27 that she’d married a workaholic, nor that her new husband would be away for long months at a time to be able to support her in a fitting manner behoving one of her cultural upbringing,, and status, but after several years of drawing out college she’d at last graduated. After aquiring a BA in Literary Arts at his expense, she found that she had a lot of time to sit around the newly built in swimming pool in their back yard when the weather was cool, or lay out on their secluded lake front beach when the weather was warm. In either case, she rarely had more clothes on most days than some skimpy bikini, or bra and panties set.

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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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I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 3)
• Gillian’s Makeover(Chapter 1)

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Hello, my name is Gillian Dupont. Normally, I’m a practical, very conservatively attired business woman. At just over 30 years old I still went to great lengths to hide my statuesque 37-22-34 figure from the male power mongers I have to deal with in the every day corporate world in which I dwell. I wear little or no make up, no perfume, and even keep my honey blond hair, dyed a donkey brown, up in a severe bun at the top back of my head while wearing these horribly plain totally useless eye glasses. I’m married you see, and I’ve always thought that my husband John was more than enough man for me to handle in bed, for one thing, and for the second thing, why bring sex into a business relationship when it only burns both parties, and achieves no goals. I loved my husband of seven years dearly, and didn’t think he’d appreciate my giving out sexual favors just for advancement on a few corporate ladder rungs, and too, him being a doctor, I’d have hated to come home one day carrying the clap, or something worse that I’d contracted from one of my peers.
Being left alone, that is to say, not being chased after, has allowed me a great deal of freedom that I wouldn’t have had otherwise, which is probably why I advanced so fast to such a top executive position as I did. No ones wife thought I was being chased around her husband’s desk, and none of the males felt threatened by my superior work.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 2)
• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 3)

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    I kept Caroline over for an hour the following evening, and we finished up the last of the paper work just before she went home at six. That gave me a couple of hours to get ready to meet Henry over at Joey’s Dinner, and I made good use of that time by taking a bubble bath, and preparing myself with the things John had packed in my gym bag. Freshly shaved, bathed, and powdered, I put my makeup on extra thick, then pulled out the first item of clothing. It was a red satin quarter cup bra, that gave me plenty of cleavage, but only covered the lower quadrant of each breast leaving them mostly exposed, and the matching red satin garterbelt that came out next hung on my flaring hips like four inverted triangles looking extremely sluttish when the straps were connected to the sheer black Christian Dior nylons that only came up to just below mid thigh on my legs. The sheer white nylon thong seemed like an after thought, but when I put it on I realized immediately how whorish it made me look now as it didn’t match in color with anything else I had on. The lime green ankle strapped patten leather platform high heels did match the mini skirt, but the beige fish net T-shirt I put on under the patch work quilt like vest made my pussy itch with intolerable wanton lust as my bare nipples poked erect through the netting from the moment I put it on.

“Wow! What a fucking whore!” I said to my mirror image as I primped before gathering everything up, and after putting my work clothes in the gym bag, headed for Joey’s dinner.
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   Dog cock pounded into every hole she owned, her body jerked back and forth, and sideways. Twisting, and turning her in every direction as they took their pleasure from her without concern for her own release. 20, 30, 50, a 100 different dogs used her for their enjoyment as if she were a racing car, or a spittoon, a mere object of no importance other than to dump their puppy making sperm into. And shame upon shame she had cum over, and over as they took her. Her pussy had surely torn, and she had to be bleeding from her ass as well with the over sized cocks of these intelligent alien hounds, and there seemed to be no end in sight. And then she spied a group of them leading a horse from earth towards her, just before passing out for the fourth time.

Renee woke up from her nightmare with a start, jerking up to a sitting position on her bed. Her beige Teddy, little more than a breath of sheer cloth, clinging to her sweat soaked flesh causing a chill to run through her as the air-conditioning slapped her wide awake. A quick look next to her confirmed that her husband Dale was still fast asleep snorting through his own dreams in dawn’s early light. The smile on his face made it plain that his dream was a hell of a lot more pleasurable than hers had been.
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 :mad:      I suppose one could say that it was Debbie Dierdre, and her mother’s destiny to become real bitches for dogs. After all, Debbie was raped by her own brother Johnny at the age of 16 a year after her father died in an airplane accident. Then raped again six months later by a group of black gang bangers, after being kidnapped right off the street, and who, just for fun, had their mascot Butch, a large mixed Boxer breed, lick her clean between each guy who took a turn at her. The dog’s silky insidious tongue doing more for Debbie’s peace of mind during that tramatic weekend with a knife constantly at her throat, than any of those youthfully rough, and bragging gang members could have.
Of course, Debbie never told anyone about either rape, not even her mother who was too busy working as a legal secretary to support them at the time because of the wait for the insurance money, and the law suit that was going on then, to keep track of her daughter. No, she kept it all to herself, too afraid of the consequences it might bring to her family, especially her mother, who she loved very much. Thankfully, a year to the day after her brother first raped her, her mother, Christine Dierdre, at a very youthful age 34 became a very rich widow, and moved the whole family to a Cleveland subburb, sending Debbie’s brother Johnny off to military school to hopefully make a man out of him, leaving the two women comfortably alone, and together at last on their new 56 acre estate Debbie’s first year of high school.
It was the third week after Debbie had made the Cheerleading Squad at J.P. Morgan High School that Sam and Brad came into her life. Two very large, and very personable twins, Sam and Brad were also two very nosey Great Danes.

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“Scotch on the rocks,” Caroline ordered from the gruffy, bald, old black bartender in the empty bar, “and make that a double!”
“Any particular brand?” Asked the fellow in his 40′s learing, trying to look at her cleavage. It wasn’t everyday one of these gorgous white business types, probably a lawyer by the cut of her clothes, came into his joint. She’s got to be about a 37D-22-34 and either lost, or been dumped, he thought, adding ice to a glass, and what kind of moron would dump such a hot lookig babe like this?
“Glenlevet, if you have it, if not, anything will do. Just hurry it up!”
“Here ya go miss,” he said placing the drink in front of her, “Glenlevet. I don’t get much call for single malts in here, but I keep a bottle just for those special occasions.”
“Yeah, well this is a special occasion all right,” and Caroline swallowed half her drink in one gulp before putting the glass back on the bar. “Yeah, it’s special all right. I just caught my husband in bed with another woman. That bastard! While I’m working on the case of my life, he’s off boffing the 18 year old that lives next door. Wait until I tell her parents! They’ll castrate him!”
With that statement, Caroline downed the rest of her drink, and pointed to her empty glass and nodded. Not that she needed to, the bartender was already refilling the glass with the amber essence.
“They call me Jake,” said the black man casually introducig himself, then glanced up to see that she was staring at him almost as if……and was that another button open?
“I’m Caroline Huet,” Caroline said introducing herself, and downing the entire drink this time, before putting it in front of Jake for another, eyes becoming glassy, “and if you get me drunk…. Say Jake, have you ever had a married white lady before? Want one for a night?”
“Can’t say that you’d be the first, lady, Caroline, nor would you be a lady after I’ve had you,” and he put fresh ice in her glass, and poured once more, before putting the third double in front of her, and seeing another button undone, and half of her work skirt hiked up by the stool she was sitting on showing her garter snaps, and plenty of smooth white thigh above beige stocking tops.

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   G’day all! I have a small cattle station in east central Australia. Of course here in Oz, “small” means about twenty or thirty square kilometers. When you’re grazing on scrub, though, it takes heaps of real estate to raise just a small handful of beefers. It’s bloody hard work and hell knows I’ll never get rich, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world!

Well I reckon if you’re reading this, you’re not so much interested in me as in my mates. I’ve got three of the best helpers a cattleman could ask for. They’re Queensland Heelers. I expect that if you’re in some other part of the world, I’ll have to explain just what that is. They’re a breed of working dog, tough as nails. They have to be; anything less just wouldn’t survive out here. They’ll work all day in the hot sun and want more. All that aside, they’re lovely to look at, too. When they’re not all covered in muck anyway. They’re a mix of black and silver that gives them a sort of bluish colour, with tan on the legs and throat, and a bit more over the eyes. The ears stand like those of a German shepherd.

Bluey is the oldest at nine years; he’s the sire of the other two. Then there’s Luke and his sister Addie. They’re four years now. Bluey is the undisputed top dog and Luke is just a wee bit submissive. Addie is respectful of Bluey though she doesn’t take any rubbish from Luke! These dogs are part of my life in every way, not just working partners.

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