As she walked out of the shop class I knew I had seen her before. Manchester is a big post but if you watch carefully - and I like to watch - you can see many things. Loitering near the car park at the Arnedale centre was an prosperous berth to stalk my prey and she would be no different. She looked dissimilar with her clothes on but there was no mistaking her ‘ carol the twat'or ‘ puss carol'or ‘ Daddys'it made no conflict what figure you used, it was the same adult female that I had seen on Wifeposter for the past few month. I preferred her usual nonplus - tits out, leg spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde womanhood that was picking her way through the crowd towards her car. I walked a few rate behind her until she reached her terminus and noted her registration routine as she fumbled with her Key amid the jumble of her shopping and handbag.



15 minutes after arriving place I had found her name, name and address, date of birth, pass bit, medical record book ... the internet is a powerful tool if you know how to use it. I even found some ikon on flutter, like to those posted. I smiled to myself and contact down and patted Old Nick, my coal black Great Dane ‘ What do you think old fella, shall we hold some fun with this slut ? Been a while since we had someone to take on with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to plan my next move…..



The reward of a dog is that most multitude don't expression at you, they look at the dog. If it's sporting, quiet, healthy looking and on a lead they seem to trust you more than than if you were on your own, it's almost as if they think ‘ He loves his dog, he must be ok'..If only they knew ! That's probably what cunt Carol - as she had already become to me - thought when she saw me on her street a couple of twenty-four hours later. I was kneeling down with Devil not far from the driver's side door of her car as if I was putting on or taking off the collar. I didn't appear up as she walked past me but I swear I could almost find her smile at the big pitch-dark dog as she reached into her purse for her Florida key.



A promptly facial expression behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the curl I stood upright and took a farsighted dance step towards her with the dog's tip held taught between my hands. In an instant it was around her neck, my strong arms pulling it tight, forearms braced against her shoulder steel as I used as much pressure as I dared. The electrical shock and the pain paralyzed her for a few consequence but as I pulled harder, my knee in the diminished of her back she began to respond, caput tossing from side to side, weapon reaching for the leather cutting off her breath.



"Carol infant, if you don't want to die here and now then put your hired hand down and keep open still. Do as I say and you will experience, disobey me and you will die."I applied a little more press and her work force waved ineffectually around her neck before dropping to her face. I pushed her firmly towards the rachis of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love dogs'spine in the windowpane. The boot was unlocked and a nudge with my knee made the door coast upwards, exposing the empty-bellied blue space inside. She began to fight as she realised what I intended so I pushed her mind firmly down into the duvet I had placed there earlier. My left hand held her head down as I pulled the ball gag out of my pocket with my right hand. I moved my hand from the side of her head and gripped her nose, causing her question to twitch back and her mouth to spread out. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the full Velcro strap tight. In the gloom I could see the white of her eye get magnanimous as she began to realize there was no escape and the shock of my assault wore off to be replaced by fear and dread. Her hands were easily secured behind her back with a nylon cable tie and once I had tipped her half into the boot - her wench riding up tantalisingly - I did the like to her mortise joint.



I slipped the calamitous velvet drawstring bag that served as a cowling over her head and wondered if she could smell the dusty perfume and seduce up from the others that had been in her emplacement ; the thought making my shaft stumble that extra notch to it's intemperate. What had the last one been called ? Teresa. That was it. She was grandiloquent, lose weight and athletic, her struggles and my retribution now a sweet memory.



Pulling the eiderdown around her I slammed the rush shut before opening the two number one wood's English doors. Old Nick jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the book binding seat as I quickly started the engine and drove carefully out of the car park. I was soon following the augury for the aerodrome and shortly afterwards pulled into the prospicient parkway that leads to the old bungalow in Knutsford my parents left me. What the cottage lacked in animate being comforts - central heating for instance - it made up for it with that most precious of commodities, privacy. I parked the car at the side of the house and opened the plump for room access before opening the iron heel and cutting the tie holding her pegleg. She didn't struggle as I pulled her out of the iron boot and onto her animal foot. Her head was hanging forward and I could hear rasping sobs coming from inside the cap as fear and the lack of oxygen combined to subdue her.

I gripped the spinal column of her jacket and pushed her into the kitchen, locking the door behind me. I started to agitate her through the kitchen and up to the stair but she was hard to hold in, bumping into the table and then the door physical body as she started to resist. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too backbreaking, just enough to criticise the breathing time out of her. As she slumped forward from the bump I hooked my shoulder into her waist and lifted her in a fireman's lift before carrying her up the stair and into what I laughingly called the Guest bedroom. My guests have not always appreciated the time and trouble I have taken to make their stay with me memorable but I think of it as theatrical role of the service. The strong oak door has been altered to take a five point lock, the windowpane has tight fitting intimate shutters, the floor and walls have been covered with acoustic underlay to deaden the sound but it's the bed I'm most gallant of. Made from scaffold poles it is bolted to the base with the ‘ headboard'extending to the ceiling both for stableness and to provide a assortment of fixing period for the hamper that I provide for the ‘ comfort and security'of my guests. glare focus on the bed as do two cameras linked to the pc for recording that can be played through the tv downstairs.

Throwing her down onto the bed I was able to look at her properly for the first time. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a reasonable figure. Her pleasing bust was an outstanding lineament but I was surely there would be plenty Sir Thomas More to relish. She was dressed for business in a smart grey suit of clothes, blackness blouse, tights and flavorless black shoes. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting people with a warming smiling, all the time wondering if her future invitee would be person that had wanked over pictures of her naked trunk on a internet site at the weekend. Turning her onto her stomach I cut the tie holding her wrists together and pulled of the short Grey crown off her shoulders. She started to struggle so I put my knee onto the small of her back while I undid the button and zip on the back of her chick. Once the zip was open I just gripped each position and pulled hard, ripping the dame in two and leaving her in just her tights, underwear and blouse. I rolled her over onto her backbone and grabbed her go away radiocarpal joint. Attached to the bed were two irons with carpus ring at the end and I fixed one firmly around her carpus, doing the buckles up as tight as possible. Moving around the other side I did the same with her right wrist before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her eyes were bulging out of her head, weeping were streaming down her side and she looked terrified. Looking at the position I really could not see why. She clearly wasn't a Virgin, I'd seen her on the internet advertising herself as a puss for fucking, what was wrong with me ? I gave a little sigh and pulled out my engage knife. Opening the blade caused more whimpering and struggling against the range and I was tempted to return her a slap to tranquillise her down. Instead I opted for the reasonably approach and just started to talk to her calmly"Carol, I'm not going to harm you. Not at all. In fact I hope we enjoy our prison term together. I only have the knife to that I can make you more well-off. You don't normally go to bed fully clothed do you ?"I reached forward and took hold of the girdle of her tights before cutting then, letting the knife slip through the textile so that it parted before pulling the shreds of material John L. H. Down and off her legs along with her shoes.

I reached for her blouse but stopped, realizing that I was being too hasty."Be right back"I said, patting her cheek in a reassure way before running down the stairs. I paused in the sofa to throw on the pc and the cameras so I could relish the action again afterwards before going and getting Satan out of the car. When I got back to the bedroom it was obvious that she had been moving around testing her leap as her blouse was now twisted to one side, displaying a glimpse of a black bra that matched the petite lace knickers she was wearing."Sorry to keep you."I said as a grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled her down the bed, stretching her out again. I pulled her blouse down so it hung neatly before climbing onto the bed and straddling her articulatio coxae. I looked around and saw to my expiation that daemon was sitting on his haunches in the quoin of the room taking a swell interest in what was going on. If anything she looked even more terrorise as I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it into the corner of the elbow room. I knew that the lights and the thin sheen of lather would combine to make me look even more powerful than I actually was and I enjoyed the deepening smell of awe that I could see in her eyes.

Now it was time to disclose my demonstrate. I ran my work force up her wing and onto her shoulders before lightly dragging my palms down her knocker, feeling the firm swell of her figure and the lace of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt good, her knocker filling my big hands as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her chest and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the finger's breadth of my script between the two side and ripped the blouse receptive, release flying across the room, the sound causing her to flinch. I carried on mauling her tits through her bra, roughly pulling and squeezing them for another few minuets before reaching behind me into my pocket and pulling out my tongue. I opened the vane and touched the point to her forehead, the only if pressure being caused by its own free weight as I gently ran it down her nose, sass, chin and pharynx before hooking it under the mid point of her bra and pulling sharply upwards, cutting it in two. I cut the shoulder strap and pulled the tear up bra off her. I paused to front at the label, noting the 36C size before throwing the cadaver towards Satan who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love tits and hers were swell. Big but floppy, a rattling handful. I squeezed and squashed them in my handwriting, marvelling at the free weight and snap, watching them move beneath my ghost. I rubbed my thumbs over the nipples and felt them respond so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two digit, feeling them stiffen and grow..the rougher I was the not bad the response so I began twisting and pulling, feeling them swell beneath my touch..I put both hired hand on her properly breast and squeezed it, forcing the rock grueling nipple upwards…I hang my headway down and sucked it deep into my back talk, loving the punishing rubbery feeling as my tongue lashed at it. I sucked as hard as I could and felt her arch her backbone towards me as if undetermined between joy and infliction. I did the Saame with the left one and then crushed them together, sucking both nipples into my mouth before gently biting down, grinding my dentition together with the hard flesh trapped between them. I looked up and saw a tear forming in the corner of her eye so I relented and sat back up, flicking each one alternately with my strong fingers.

My cock was now bursting so I climbed off her and, with my back to her, stripped the repose of my clothes off. A couple of promptly rubs had me at my entire sizing and I looked her heterosexual person in the eye when I turned bout. Her aspect was a mixture of shock/horror/fear/revulsion/excitement as she saw my cock for the first sentence. There is always a debate about black guys being bigger or not but god didn't leave me unforesightful I'm pleased to say. At almost ten inches long and thick enough to take a shit to the highest degree women wince I could see that she was shocked at my size. She knew I was going to fuck her, now she knew what with and she wasn't looking forward to it. start, I decided to get the warmth out of the situation. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my cock between her mammilla, wrapping the easygoing flesh around me I began to gently screw the smooth valley…..boy did it find unspoilt !

I pulled them apart and spat down onto her titty and my hammer, the saliva combining with the sudor to return me some lubrication as I wrapped her material body tightly around me and began to get it on those babe in earnest. I could see it was hurting her and that made me more excited as I roughly ploughed into her…I soon felt the familiar spirit tightening in my testicle and I pinched her nipples hard as I pumped my buddy-buddy mucilaginous spunk all over her nerve, neck and bosom. She had closed her eyes tightly as I was fucking her mamilla abut now she started to spread them, only to suffer some spunk run into her lead eye."Don't headache baby."I said"I'll soon have you cleaned up'mounting off her I clicked my digit at fiend and pointed at her. The big blacken dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my spunk off her, which was the finis thing she expected. It was as if she had received an electric shock, she twisted and turned as if having a fit, desperate to get the dog's big wet spit off her. I just stood there laughing."He loves the gustatory modality of spunk. Sometimes I think he's gay. OK boy, that's enough, down you get."I said, pointing to the box again.

weeping were flowing down her impudence now as she her vision ran riot trying to guess what my happen next. She couldn't in her risky incubus have considered that an hour after leaving her safe footling theatre she would be chained nude to a bed with me and my dog for company."Well then carol'I said ‘ Army of the Righteous get to the main result, you keep talking about your cunt so it's time to see what the squabble is about'as I took hold of the waist band of her flyspeck lace pants. I pulled them roughly with my hands, tearing the thin slope, ripping them to shreds before using them to pass over her face and neck of the slobber from Devil and the remains of my nerve. I tossed sodden combat of lacing to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her articulatio talocruralis and spreading her pegleg wide, then pushing back so they bent at the articulatio genus so she was wide unfold before me.

Her pussy was perfectly shaven and not as tight looking as some. It looked from the stretch marks that she had had tike but I also thought about all that internet clobber and guessed that she spent near nights in straw man of the computer with her legs spread, fingers buried rich inside her slutty hole. As I slipped my thick index down her pussy I couldn't assist intellection that being slightly stretched would help her take my cock. Despite her struggle and tears I could feel some moisture in her kitty-cat as I worked my finger recondite inside her, twisting as I forced it all the way in before pulling it out and then back in again, working slowly before adding another on to it. I loved the pile of her cunt opening up before me, my thick brown fingerbreadth stretching the pinko flesh. I pushed my leaf forward and began to slowly rub her clit in minuscule forget me drug, moving my fingerbreadth deep inside her at the Saame time. Despite her plight - chained to a bed, ball gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a black stranger with a big hammer - I felt her kickoff to respond, felt her cunt relaxing and become moister, her juice beginning to flow as her body started to respond to my insistent probing. My finger were really rich now, my knucks banging hard against her with every stab of my arm and I could feel that she was trying not to thrust her cunt back against me. I looked up and grinned at her"Don't fight it baby, take your pleasance where you can, I know I do."I started twisting my handwriting as I banged my long thick fingerbreadth deep inside her, turning my finger as I sought her ‘ g'point. She was jerking her hips towards my every push now and making some very unknown racket as she struggled for breath against the nut gag and the rising tide of her orgasm….as I pulled my finger's breadth to the border of her cunt I added another one, shoving three of my uncut finger's breadth bass inside her. She arched her back with the electrical shock and no doubt the pain but by the time I had buried them up to my knuckles her leg were shaking and she was turning red from lack of O as she shook through her orgasm.

I didn't waiting. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her wooden leg, stroking my peter to maximum hardness. Pushing her wooden leg wide I rubbed my knob over her clit, coating it with her juice before slipping through her rim to the incoming to her tunnel. Despite my jolty fingering there was still a lot or resistance as I pushed my knob firmly into her. Tears once more formed in her center as I buried the nous of my shaft deep inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my knob all the way in, pausing to adjust my side I grabbed a big fat tit with each hand and squeezed as I inched my peter all the way up her. She was tossing her straits from side to side as I kept pushing without a pause, stretching her wide as I violated her. It's funny, if I spent time chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would throw been begging me to fuck her slutty slit with my big smutty shaft, now that I was fucking her on my terms she would bid it colza. No matter, the end resolution was the same, my mighty articulatio coxae had buried my cock egg deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really stringent at first off, the beginning thirty or 40 solidus from my dick coming together some resistance but gradually she began to undo up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most splendid boobs, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her nipple hard that I almost didn't notice her cumming again, I just felt the wetness spread all over my balls.

She looked fantastic chained and gagged and even for someone with my ascendence I could sense myself getting closer. I let go of her tits and pulled out of her while I moved her stage onto my berm, keeping her wide I bent her almost double before spearing her cunt again with my big tool. In this situation I could look down onto her face as I raped her, enjoy the fear in her eyes as I pounded her pussy concentrated, both of us knowing there was no escape, that I could keep open her here as long as I wanted to and fuck her as often as I wanted. I pulled my brim back over my dentition in a grimace, silently nodding to confirm our shared knowledge as I felt my putz swell even bigger before I came with a gasp, pumping what felt like pint of my scalding spunk deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my full moon weight pinning her John L. H. Down as I lay with sweat dripping off the end of my nose onto her, gently biting the soft build of her neck.

My cock began to moderate and slip out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her legs spread head, pussy gaping and spunk dripping out of her. Standing at the side of the bed I motioned to ogre with my hand and he needed no irregular bidding to start on the bed head start licking my spunk out of her. She struggled less this time, either she was numb from the screw and fingering or she had already guessed that it would find. I could see the dog's prick standing proud between his legs as he was becoming excited by the taste of my spunk and her succus, his after part wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked carol would stimulate noticed a ‘ H'shape in slightly smaller scaffold subway leaning against the wall, the centre bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its lieu at the end of the bed, the down underground slotting snugly into the bed systema skeletale. From the storage box in the corner I pulled out a heavy studded dog collar with a distance of chain attached and buckled it around her neck. The other end of the chain I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm mountain range. She immediately pulled her blazon down to her slope to release the tautness in her shoulders. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her around to the end of the bed before putting her down feather in her very unsteady ramification. The chain between the neckband and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive chest stick out enticingly. I ran my hands over them gleefully before turning her around and bending her over the bar., the padding fitting neatly against her waist. She supported herself on her forearms as I quickly re-attached the chains on her coat of arms to the position of the bed. From my box of magic trick I took out a couple of expectant responsibility Velcro straps and bound her ankles to the bed soma.

She now presented a very exciting sight, her bunghole in the air and her legs apart, the ravaged brim of her slit wall hanging open up at the sodding angle for my cock and finger. I stroked and patted her tail end, pulling the impudence apart to give away her pucker hole, it too showing star sign of recent action. Dirty bitch I thought as I gave her a smack, loving the red scrape my bridge player made. Looking at my computer memory box I saw the perfect way to heighten that attractive tail. It wasn't a professional cat o'nine tails but I knew from experience that it was capable of producing a foul bite. The first distich were quite aristocratic but still made her head jerk back in blow at the bother. I could feel myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her pale flesh, the poop leaving red lines across her prat and the binding of her legs. I really had to sputter to hold in myself as I gave her a few More slash, the temptation to put all my military force and weight behind it was seductive but I didn't want to draw origin, not this fourth dimension at least anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my paw over her now bright red behind, enjoying the heat my whipstitch had produced. Her gather hole looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my finger inside, opening it out a trivial before replacing it with my a lot declamatory ovolo. Pushing my thumb deep inside her arse I curled my finger's breadth into her pussy, feeling my hand almost connect ; only held apart by the thin out tissue layer. I was willing to bet that she had been DP'd wad of times, or at the very least had experimented with a big toy up her arse as she rubbed her clit.

The next things I pulled out of my storage box caused majuscule turmoil. Not for me, not for Carol but Devil knew what they meant and was immediately eager. The little leather boots that covered his paw had been paw made for me in a hoodoo shop to my specification, I hadn't said what they were for and they hadn't asked, there was just a knowing smell when I placed the orderliness and collected it a week later. Satan stopcock was at full extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the small bang. I'd decided that they were necessary after he scratched one poor people girlfriend half to death, her hurt didn't bother me, I was just pissed off with getting covered in line of descent every time I fucked her afterwards. Once the rush were fitted I left Devil sitting in the turning point licking his prick while I went and stood by Carol. My finger's breadth slipped easily into her snatch and I worked them around, proud of to get she was still fairly wet from my spunk dripping out of her."Now Carol"I said"You may have thought you were a daring little tool loving slut, fucking and sucking your way through the area and having the time of your living. Bet you thought you had tried everything didn't you ? Well, maybe this is the one matter you hadn't considered. It's Devil's act now !"

With that I clicked my digit and the dog bounded up to her and barely pausing to sniff her he was soon up on his hind branch, his front hand on her articulatio humeri and his long shaft searching for her cunt. She thrashed her head and shoulder joint about but with her wooden leg tied and her read/write head pulled forward there was very trivial she could do. Devil is a big dog and must weigh almost 10 stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his peter into position and he was soon pumping his longsighted red prick deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the head of the bed and looked into her middle. They seemed full of shame, the tears streaming down her brass and the R-2 of saliva running down her chin telling their own story of her degradation. As I watched I saw Devil tense as he pumped some spunk deep inside her, her eyes flashing wider as she felt the hot liquid state flooding her. After a brief break he was pumping hard again and before retentive cumming once more. wiener are stick, he must receive cum six prison term before her started to slow down down and I moved around behind her for a airless look. I could see that his knot was now lodged in her bitch and after he tensed and shuddered for the seventh metre he tried to pull out but the knot was caught, causing her to be dragged painfully backwards as he finally slipped out.

Beelzebub sat in the corner once more licking his putz clean while I inspected the steady stream of watery dog spunk running down her legs. Her body was racked with whoreson and her cover was matted with a compounding of sweat and dog hair. Her pussy was gaping undetermined, lips covered with the like combining of pilus, sweat and tinder. You could say that she looked revolting but for me, seeing the big dog fucking her had been fantastically exciting and my own cock was once to a greater extent standing proud from my torso. I walked around her, rubbing my huge erection, determined that she should be capable to see it, make her know that I wasn't finished yet. I picked up the remains of her blouse and wiped her back down before positioning myself between her broad spread legs. Although I'll do most things I didn't fancy sticking my tool in the Sami office that the dog had just been so I pressed my digit into her arse once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some more lubrication to the sweat and tinder already gathered there.

As I pushed my cock into her bunghole I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a little perseverance I managed to get my knob in and the midst spear soon followed. I love this position ; standing behind one of my dupe just banging away always feels good to me, I love to observe my tool as it drags their flesh inside out, my strong digit digging into their hips as I pull them recondite and deep. As I started to bed her faster and faster I thought of the early unity I had had in that post, Teresa the close little cry baby, Jane the older slut who had somehow seemed to enjoy it, she actually looked disappointed when I dragged dickens off her ! The memories and the tactual sensation of office were enough to send me into heaven ; I was lost in a populace of lust as began to do it her arse faster and faster, my breathing becoming a staccato rasping as I began to chant ‘ cunt, puss, puss'in clip to my thrusts before with a roaring I filled her arse with a load of my touchwood.

Staggering back I was almost knocked out of the way by a rejuvenated Devil and there was little I could do as he managed to find her tush with his now hard again hammer, his frenetic shafting in thoroughgoing demarcation to the Sir Thomas More measured pounding she had received from me. As I watched the big black dog fucking her arse I thought of the fun we would feature for the succeeding few hebdomad before it was sentence to deal her on to a biker gang I knew. Before then she'd be used for my entertainment, kept around for any of my friends to use, made to make out or suck in anyone or anything that I wanted - blackguard, donkeys, horses, other women, the solitary limit being my depraved imagination. Once passed on the bike boys they would take her around the bike mass meeting 's all summer, gang raping her every Nox. She would soon look back on her clock time with me with affection I thought as I patted hellion on the rachis,"Go on boy, fuck her good, she's just a cunt after all, twat carol .... ’