Bandit’s knot for me.

   Let me tell you about myself right off. My name is Daisy. (my dad says it’s because I reminded him a flower when I was born) I’m not to hip on it, but, what are ya gonna do Mid twenties (+-) and out on my own since college. 5′ 7”, 130 pounds, light brown hair, 36C, 26, 36. I’m doing OK in the looks department. Bi, so is my ‘boy’friend, Alex. Lately, though, he seemed to like the dick more than he liked me. There ya have it.

I met my friend, Susan, when I was in college. She always had her own place, while I was in the dorm. Her and I had hooked up on many occasions when the pickin’s weren’t so hot on the local scene. She had the sweetest tasting pussy.

She had always talked about getting a dog as she had had one growing up. I didn’t know poop from dogs and was a little interested as it seemed to be always on her mind. I like animals, but was never able to have one. We would talk, and I would find things out about raising them from pups, how to make them obey commands and what-not. During our senior year, Susan acquired a male Bull Mastiff/Great Dane mix as a pup, Bandit. Since I was around the house quit a bit, Bandit and I got to be pretty good friends. Susan taught me how to control him when we would go for walks, the commands she used, how the leash was a tool, along with gentle words to keep him calm. I was learning a lot with her guidance. As he grew up, I was amazed at his size.

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A Slug Fetish    Susan was a woman like any other, her life was full of friends, work, she had pets and a home. She was the owner of the local health food restaurant; she was doing quite well for herself. She had just turned 32 and her birthday had been pleasant with a quiet party that broke up late. She didn’t have a boy friend though; she found dates awkward and usually unhappy experiences. She was pretty with short black hair and a petite figure her pert breasts made a shallow but appealing cleavage in her power suites. She just had a hard time communicating with the men she met; she had so many desires and dreams that she feared that she might be rejected or seem to unusual. Susan contemplate this while she sunned in her back yard next to the pool.

Susan was wearing a small string bikini; it was yellow and rode high up on her slender hips. The material clung to her skin molding to her with the moisture of the suntan lotion which was liberally applied, she loved to tan it made her feel happy inside. She wondered what to do about her urges; she felt them all the time, small demands of her mind to behave in obscene manners. Do things that would seem to be irrational and crazy except she kept them under control in public. Here though in her home the spoke more loudly and she had to comply at times or remain in misery restraining herself. She let her hands slip into the bottoms of her bikini her fingertips gliding across unbroken smooth hairless skin.

Susan kept her pussy and armpits free of hair with a depilatory spray; she had not had a pubic hair in years. Susan loved the way that her pussy felt in her hands, soft, warm and rapidly getting wetter. Her nipples grew erect under the tiny triangles of her top. A sweat broke out all over her skin and suddenly the sun felt even hotter thatn it had a moment ago. Susan stripped off her bikini and lay naked in the sun, her bronzed skin glistening with suntan oil and her aroused perspiration. She let her hands drift up her front caressing her firm breasts and pinching the huge nipples. Her areolas were very wide and dark mabey 2 and a half inches wide, they bulged slightly about the curve of her breasts, her nipples thrust upwards from their centers very thick and more than half an in high. She loved to tease her self nearly to orgasm with massage oils and her big sensitive nipples.

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