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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A Birthday Bash She Won’t Forget    Tanya smiled; today was her birthday. Every year Daniel surprised her with something new, something exciting. It had been extremely difficult to focus on work- more so than usual. All day she’d wondered just what he had in store for her and just thinking of the possibilities made her wet with anticipation. Opening the door to her apartment, she found the room dark. She reached to flip the switch.

Hands grabbed her arms and bound them behind her, a blindfold was tied around her eyes. Tanya cried out in surprise, but didn’t fight. She was held tightly as her black silk dress and undies were torn off, to be replaced by thick leather straps to bind her limbs and bite into her skin. Strong arms lifted her over to the livingroom and placed her gently on the floor. Lips brushed against her ear, nibbling it a little. She could feel ropes being tied in place, pulling her limbs out so that she couldn’t move. She shivered as something cold touched her calf. It was very smooth and a bit bumpy, sliding slowly up her thigh. Tanya frowned, “Daniel, what is that?”

Fingers traced along her neck to her breasts, pinching a nipple. “Your birthday present,” Daniel answered simply. “Now be a good girl and hold very still.”

Tanya gasped as something flicked out and tickled her upper thigh, just below her pussy. Muscles contracted and expanded as the thing slid further up her body, now crossing her stomach. Her eyes widened beneath the blindfold. It was a snake! And a heavy one at that. She opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced by a warning finger. Clamping her mouth shut, she closed her eyes again. It would do her no good to argue with Daniel, so she did her best to relax. The snake began circling her left breast, squeezing tighter and tighter. A tongue flickered around her nipple, and it’s lower body began rubbing against her clit.

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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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I had the impression before the trip to my uncle’s farm that this was going to be a boring visit since that we were going to be staying there for a few days. “What was there to do on a farm in a few days?” I thought as my mum announced the trip. She wasn’t going since she had to go elsewhere to a big meeting her employers were holding. I only agreed on going as she had offered some alternatives like cleaning up around the house.

So here we were at the farm; just me, my dad, my uncle and my cousin. But things were turning out better then I expected. My uncle’s tractor had blown a tyre so he had to go into town to get a new one, which would be several hours trip to and back (the smaller towns don’t keep large tractor tyres). My dad decided to go with him so it was just me and my cousin Mike all alone on the farm. He was my age and we had pretty much the same interests. We would chat to each other on the Internet. One funny conversation was why animals make better partners then humans:

1) They don’t care how big your dick is or when you cum.

2) They can’t talk to other humans about personal things (size, bad performance, etc).

3) You don’t have to shell out hundreds of bucks to date and get into her pants.

4) They don’t get pregnant.

5) It’s easier to cheat on them and you don’t feel guilt about it.

6) And if your previous animal was too loose, there’s always a smaller animal.

I once told him that I had an interest in animal sex and animals mating and that’s when he told me how he helps his dad breed horses. His dad would keep the mare steady while Mike, when the stallion mounted, would have the job of holding the penis and guiding it into the mare’s cunt; giving mike the best view of the stallion’s sexual action. That’s why I had some impression of what was going through mike’s mind as we watched both our dads drive off, out of sight.

“So,” Mike said “you like to watch animals having sex?”

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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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    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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