BoxerThe house was quiet, the only noise came from upstairs as Tricia wandered about. She was preparing to go to bed, getting her pajamas on. She pulled her long dark hair up into a high pony tail, then slipped the thin brief t-shirt over her head. It barely covered the pert swells of her breasts. She wore as well, a silky pair of black panties, the thin strap of the panties rubbing between her aching pussy lips.

Her dark eyes flitted to the clock, she knew that soon Dylan would be back from walking their dog, Boxer. Boxer was a german sheppard, a very good loyal dog, and he enjoyed his nightly walks with his Master.

A relaxed smile creased her lips as she settled back on the bed, leaning against a small pile of pillows. She took the book which she was reading from the night stand and began to flip through it once more. Her free hand wandered the plane of her taut belly, fingers lapping at the bare skin there as her knees bent, heels pressing into the soft bed covers.

She tilted her head to the side, she heard the door open and close downstairs. She knew that Dylan was back and that Boxer would be bounding up the stairs any second now dragging the leash with him. She placed the book aside, laying it back on the night stand as she watched the door for the dog to enter.

It was a nightly ritual, Boxer would come upstairs, give her plenty of kisses then Dylan would usher the dog downstairs so they could sleep in peace. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, hearing the scuttle of dog nails against the hardwood floor she knew that Boxer was on his way.
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 Animal Play

    Me and another, dressed in full pony gear. You and David sitting on a patio in chairs talking and goading up to prance some more. Canter even! Both of you smacking crops to your own thighs and laughing as one or the other lost footing. She and I, we were bound together by a harness and then they came. The dogs, yes 2, bounding around us in circles. We were calling out to you both to get them away. You both now sitting on the edge of your seats staring intently. The dogs circling all the while as we pleaded for you come and scare them away.

The dogs seemed to recognize our helplessness and moved closer as we stumbled to our knees, have tripped each other up in the struggle to get to you and David. I called to you, begging, Master, please my love, please don’t let them come closer. She was calling to David as well. You shouted out to me “settle pet, they are just curious” and David chimed in with “give them the sniffs they want”.

You both together almost shouted in unison. “Silence and be still NOW!” We both obey, whimpering as only we could hear each other. Looking at one another’s fear as the dogs moved in on us from behind. You shouted “raise up your rears ponies” and we obeyed. Just then their noses must have touched us at the same moment and we both jumped. You and David calling for us to STILL! ourselves NOW! Deep breaths and we did, as their noses and tongues began their curious search. Was so rough the touch of the tongue and so cold the probing nose. I wanted to scream but held my shouts and only whimpered softly, hoping you wouldn’t hear.
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 Angie’s Gets Loaned Out (part eight of series)

   Angie sighed deeply and slouched a little to one side, putting her head on Cara’s shoulder. “When did they stop having any films or anything”

Cara grinned indulgently at Angie’s boredom. “They haven’t. The projector is broken.”

“So all it’s going to be this time is people talking”

“Pretty much.”
“Then why did you bring me Why are they having a meeting on Christmas Eve, anyway I thought most people had plans for today.”

“Hey, now. Ice, thin. Behave yourself.”

Angie gave a little groan in response and quieted. The Pet-Lovers meeting was sedate, to say the least. She saw Daniel hovering around a table display of various sex toys and gave him a little wave. He grinned back.

Another speaker, a woman, went up behind the microphone and began talking about which lubricants were safe to use with animals. Angie wiggled a foot under her chair to stay awake. She heard the foyer doors shut and twisted around to see Jonathan walking near the wall, looking as if he were barely restraining himself from running, toward a door at the back.

“Look,” she poked Cara gently in the side, “Look, it’s Jonathan.”

Cara nodded and put her hand around Angie’s, holding it down to cease the poking. “I see.”
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 Alanna’s Story

    Realisation hit her like a well-aimed sledgehammer. She had been fucked by this horse, which even now was still calming down after losing what seemed like a gallon of horse cum into her stretched cunt. Alanna felt her inner walls start to contract and adopt the usual shape of her uterus instead of the expanded accommodating tunnel that had so recently been violated by the animal. The mounting bench that she had been placed and tied on was slick with the Animals seed. A pool of the milky white fluid had collected on the floor where it had gushed from her body and still trickled down the inside of her trembling legs…

As a sledgehammer has an after pain, she began to relive the events of the day and of the manner of her violation. The waves of thought crashed into her brain, as would the throb of agony after the initial blow from the tool.

Her mistake of taking the right fork in the road had led her to this. Trying to read a map and drive at the same time is not recommended, especially in the tight lanes of rural England. A snap decision to bear right at the junction seemed for a short while, to have been the right one. The road was well maintained, with clipped hedges lining the steep banks that were only relieved where a gate into fields coincided. But, then the hardtop suddenly ran out and the banks that had prevented her from seeing any more than the road, also stopped. The view that greeted Alanna through the screen was of a dirt track that bent around a low hill and disappeared.

She had thought to turn around in the field immediately in front of her. It would probably been okay, but she had not seen the cattle grid over the bonnet of her clapped out Ford Escort.

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A Tale of Kink
   Nadine was lowered from the harness hanging from the ceiling. Several strong hands reached forth to help her right herself as she looked about in wonder, her knees like rubber, cum still clinging wetly to her delicate skin. Nadine was then escorted to the cottage’s bathroom. There at least ten men ushered her into the shower to aid her in bathing.

Hot water ran freely from the shower, coursing over Nadine’s well used body. Soothing the aches and replenishing the spirit.

Twenty soapy hands caressed and fondled as they cleansed. Leaving not an inch of Nadine’s supple body untouched. Fingers slipping between her thighs to stroke and tease. Fingers down the crack of her delicious ass, tickling sensitive areas. Fingers running up and down her spine. Multiple hands manipulating muscles and molesting tender, luxurious flesh.

Nadine moaned under their attention. Her heart started beating faster even as she began to pant heavily. Her thighs quivering as she felt the telltale signs of her encroaching orgasm. Nadine reached forward, bracing herself against the shower wall as she felt the first bulbous cock head join the fingers now digging into her tight ass. Eight fingers were stretching her ass wider, forcing her back passage to yield. She whimpered, feeling the intrusion as fingers and cock tunneled within her rosy pucker. Then hard, insistent thrusts as all sought penetration deep into her sweet ass.

At roughly the same time, several meaty men had slipped in front of her soapy body. Cocks in hand, an insatiable hunger in their eyes. Nadine was bent forward at the waist. Strong hands gripping her hips as they sawed into her from behind.

“Open your mouth bitch.” An especially neanderthal-looking man growled. His fleshy cock thickening in his hand as he fondly pumped it in front of Nadine’s parting lips.

Nadine grabbed a deep breath before neanderthal man plunged his hot rod down her soft throat, making Nadine gag and choke. Another man soon stuffed his juicy cock into Nadine’s delicate palate as well. Filling her mouth with choice cock. Punching in and out between her velvet lips repeatedly, while they uttered low, guttural moans.

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A Good Relationship    It was a week later that Howard arranged our next meeting, It was a nice Saturday morning, overcast but warm. Howard had given me a new outfit, I was to wear it that day. I put on the pink padded bra, pink suspenders, dark stockings, pink frilly panties, pink blouse, short white pleated skirt and knee high white high heel boots.

I got to Howard’s house, Matt was there as well, we all got into Matt’s big camper van and we set off . We were going to a friend of Matt’s country stables, they had arranged to go riding. We pulled into a drive way and followed it round behind the house and parked near to a long stable block facing a small paddock. Howard and Matt got out and told me to stay in the van they were only going riding for an hour. I watched them meet a man at the stable entrance, he was about 35 - 40 dressed in a red jacket , tight fitting riding trousers and black riding boots, a house whip under his arm made him look a little like an army major. I watched as Howard and Matt saddled up there horses supervised by the major, then they mounted there horses and I saw them ride of over the fields till they were out of sight.

I settled back in my seat and was just going to turn on the radio when there was a tap on the door, I wasn’t quite sure what to do, again I heard the tapping on the door so I opened it, the major was stood there, he said Rather than me being sat in the van on my own, I should go with him, he would show me around the place. He took my wrist and helped me down the steps and we set off across the yard, he was watching me closely, he said he liked my outfit as he continued to look me up and down.

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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 difference between a fairy tail, and a sea story is that one starts out with “Once upon a time…” and the other starts out with, “Now this ain’t no bullshit… The story I’m about to tell you is true, and as close in detail as I can remember it. It has been a very long time since I too went in search of the imfamous Donkey Show in Tiajuana, Mexico, or crossed the border, to watch a Jackass, mule, burro, donkey, pony put it to some fucked up/sleazy, down on her luck/dirty/poor/low life/worn out/wretch of a puta/whore/slut/stretched out cum guzzling woman, as the rumor at that time went. Of course like every sailor who crosses the border from San Diego, California down into Tiajuana, Mexico, I was at first just interested in dipping my own wick in some of that young slick ready, south of the border pussy to care too much about some old over the hill scum hag putting out for animals in front of a crowd now that her cunt was so worn out from human cock that it took me several weekends before I even tried looking. But once started I was diligent to the utmost.

Don’t let the fact that just because it was Mexico, and a border town at that, that the city of Tiajuana, Mexico is small, by any means. It’s huge in land area, if not piled high with tall skyscrapers, and is one hell of a stretch of the legs to walk around in, and not in the most scenic, or fragrant of atmosphere’s either, as other than those places that bow to the tourist, and sailor trade, the areas around town for the most part are three times worse than any slum here in America because of the transits waiting to sneak across our border anyway they can to find jobs and a good home over here.

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     Hello, my wife is 26 years old, 5 foot 6, 110 pounds or so, shoulder length brownish/reddish hair (it is dyed blonde now). She is PhD student, very intelligent, very conservative. Only been with 3 men in her life. I am 27 years old, an attorney. We live in San Francisco. My fantasy goes like this; I set up a meeting between her and a black man (I tell her its a friend and to go have dinner with him because I am working late), for him to seduce her (she knows nothing about this), and I’ve told you to go ahead and fuck her. It blows up in my face when she absolutely loves it and becomes the biggest whore on the planet (starts banging many black men, gets piercings for them, tattoos etc, basically anything extreme/humilating/degrading that they/you can think of), and as it turns out she finds she loves being degraded and humiliated in public and private, and loves humilating me. I have enclosed a photo of her and would be willing to send more to her lovers. PS, I wish this really would happen.
She’s My Whore Now
by Namtrid

I didn’t think much of the West side’s Holiday Inn. I mean the lounge there is all right, and it was quiet enough there too for a Friday evening what with everyone staying closer to the coast for the view of the ocean. However the view in the lounge became incredibly terrific once this gorgeous blond babe who could have easily got a job on Baywatch came strutting in. Don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t dressed for any beach combing, not by a long shot. In fact, she was wearing a turtle necked sweater, a suit jacket, and matching pleated skirt that came down to her knees all made of lambs wool, and all gray save for some white trimming around the three coat pockets, beige stockings, and three inch gray paten leather pumps that matched her over the shoulder purse. Even so, anyone who really looked could tell that this woman had a body made just for fucking, and she was here to have dinner with me at her husband’s request no less.

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