Six twelvemonth ago, a woman I was dating told me she wanted to be fucked by a dog. I thought she was crazy. Still, I 'm all about the pussy, and anything that will get me unaired to that is okay with me. Together, we went to the beast shelter and found a Great Dane we named Hank. Hank loved pussy as a great deal as I did. We became partners after that whore bitch left the picture, and we 've been spouse ever since. I 'll fuck a picayune whore while Hank watches, and then when I 'm done, he gets to lick her clean before mounting her. I 'm usually helping to hold back Hank under control and prevent him from getting so late inside he hurts someone, grabbing his turncock and not allowing the knot to go inside. This was n't very comely to Hank, when you think about it. I was n't keen on being a nice lover, anyway. Generally speaking, I hated all women. I 'd love to go bad one apart and torturing her. I knew Hank 's immense Great Dane turncock and knot would tear up a kitty-cat good. But no one was unforced to try him out.

I 'd been following saint for a month, stalking her from the shadows and planning my attack. She was a 18-year-old Christian church service missy, saving herself until married couple. She lived on her own in a small planetary house on the street box. She seemed generally happy and full of spirit. She was fat, but not too fat to fuck. Brown University hair past her shoulders, sorry eyes, and soft ignitor skin ... It was too bad she had extra weight, because she really did have a pretty expression. Did for a while, anyway. The skillful part about her was, she was new in town. Angel Falls had moved from a few Department of State away to admit an internship here. Nobody knew her, and her crime syndicate was all miles and miles away. She was the perfect victim.

I planned mine and Hank 's visit for a Friday night. I 'd been collecting sight of toys for our peculiar night. In a bag, I 'd gathered channel tape, an ass hype, dog collar and trine, y-clamps to hit her nipples and button altogether, and rope. I also figured a knife would be utilitarian in getting her to cooperate, so I threw in the discriminating one I found in the kitchen. Even Hank seemed frantic, like he knew exactly what we were going to do.

Friday Night came, and Hank and I loaded up our equipment and headed to Angel 's star sign. My dick was growing hard in my knickers. I could n't wait to thrust myself into her Virgin mess. baseball club of us would ever forget this dark. I 'd make certain of it.

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holy man was n't very smart about common mother wit. She always left her doors unlocked. Very naïve, misfortunate girl. There was no way she could ever possibly be intimate what was coming through her binding room access. I opened the door quietly, and Hank and I snuck in. He was hassling so badly and loudly, I was afraid he might wake her up. holy man always locked her dog in the basement at Nox. That was secure, because he 's very protective of her. He would probably have jumped my dog, and being so little, Hank probably could have swallowed the piddling poodle dog in one lap. We crept into Angel 's bedroom, and there she lay on her bed. She wore only a shirt with no bra, and underwear. It could n't have got been better. I opened my bag of goodies and pulled out the forget me drug, and the collar and leash. Carefully, hoping not to wake her, I slipped the collar around her cervix and snapped it closed, then clipped the trio to the collar. I slowly pulled her shirt off. I then pushed her onto her tum, preparing to tie her hands behind her when he jerked awake. I threw all my weight on her and slapped my hand on her sass. `` Shhh ... '' I whispered in her ear. `` You behave yourself, and you do n't get hurt. Just do what you 're told. Nod if you understand. '' Sobbing silently, I felt her nod. `` I have a knife in my bag I sharpened just for you. If you scream, I 'm going to slice your fuckin'throat. I promise I will. '' She continued to cry. `` It 's okay to cry. Just do n't fuckin'riot. '' I lifted my hand and continued to bind her hands behind her back. I raised her up to sit on her ass. I got the rope and tied her tits tightly. They would grow purple before the dark was over. I took her step-in off. Reaching again into my bag, I got out the y-clamps and hooked a clamp onto each pap before clenching one down onto her button. She gasped in pain.

After I had her exactly where I wanted her, bound and in pain, the but matter left to do was break her hope. I pulled out the tongue, and gave her a quick swipe across her thigh. She yelped in annoyance as crimson beads formed over the cut. `` That 's a word of advice, '' I whispered. `` If you scream or do anything stupid, it will be much, much worse. '' I knew then that I could untie her hands. She would need them to be our kick. I do n't cogitate holy person even knew I 'd slipped the shoe collar on, as she seemed surprised when I pulled her onto all fours in the floor. `` C'mon, cunt, '' I said playfully. `` Here, girl. '' Angel followed along, crying behind me. We only took a few steps before I slapped her across the face and demanded that she suck my cock. I reminded her of what would chance if she did anything stupid. I could tell she had never done this before, which made my stopcock even harder. She was afraid not to bollix me.

I continued to telephone her every foul public figure in the book, spitting on her and slapping her, until I needed more. I got her back on the bed and demanded her to bark. She cried horribly as I readied my vain dick at her ass possibility. She got really excited then.

'' No ! '' saint whimpered. `` Please, assume anything you want. I have money, jewelry ... Please ! I wo n't assure if you just leave now ! ``

I laughed. `` I 'm going to humiliate you so badly, you 'll never require to recount. Now shut up. '' I thrusted myself into her miserly cakehole, and she began to thrash about.

'' NO ! '' Her crying became worse and tough. Another knife swipe across her ass did n't even shut her up. I held the knife to her pharynx while I fucked her ass, and still she cried. Finally, I stuffed her panty into her mouth and taped her shut. Her cries were feeble muffles then. Blood ran down her peg and onto my cock. I decided the next best affair to cumming in her mouth was cumming in her ass. I let my cum disgorge deep into her gut. Then, feeling the need to urinate, I pissed compensate inside her and never even pulled out. I decided that kettle of fish was done, so I stuffed a plug in to keep my weewee and cum inside her. It was Hank 's turn.

'' Angel, '' I said, `` praise. You 're about to lose your virginity to a dog. You 're gon na be Hank 's beef. You want to be my dog 's bitch ? '' A shake of her head no got her a good slap. `` shag you. You ai n't nothin'but meat and cakehole. Shut up. ''

I could see Hank 's shining red prick, even in the wickedness. He was huge, even grown than me. I knew he was going to smart saint, and I could n't waitress. `` She 's all yours, chum, '' I said, pulling Angel by her leash into the floor. I tapped her on the back. `` Here, boy. There ya go. ''

I knew she was n't going to wish this. I ripped the tape off of her mouth, and began to face-fuck her, deeply past her throat. I 'm not sure she could suspire half the time. Hank 's huge dog dick had entered her and was tearing her apart. I saw blood drops miscellaneous with dog seminal fluid descent onto the storey in a small pool. I think the hapless gripe had gone into shock. She had gone silence except for my humiliating commands to bark now and then. I 'd never seen such a beautiful sight, nonetheless. My serious friend was building up to knot inside this jade beef, drive by painful knife thrust, and I was filling her throat with my cock. Then, as if it were planned in procession, we both exploded with our seed into the bitch. Hank was stuck inside her, gratified of course. I rammed my cock past her mouth and down her throat, feeling her pharynx constrict around my already spewing and throbbing putz. I was in sum up bliss.

'' Do n't you dare motivate, cunt, '' I ordered. `` You hurt my dog, you 're gon na die. '' I untied the ropes on her tits and let the descent comeback to them. The release seemed to hurt her, to my foster pleasure. Waiting for Hank to unpick, I went into Angel 's kitchen and found some newspaper. I laid it down next to the door.

Finally, Hank was free. I removed the dog collar and terzetto, and proceeded to tie her manpower and feet together after laying her on her position across the newspaper publisher. `` Piss, '' I said. Without fighting, she did. I laughed at her and said, `` safe beef. You did near. ``

When I left, she was tied up and still had the plug in her ass. I wonder if anyone found her, or if she got herself out. One thing 's for trusted ; she will never forget her get-go time.

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