Six year 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 slit, and anything that will get me closer to that is okay with me. Together, we went to the carnal tax shelter and found a peachy Dane we named Hank. Hank loved pussy as much as I did. We became partners after that whore gripe left the picture, and we 've been pardner ever since. I 'll roll in the hay a little whore while Hank sentinel, and then when I 'm done, he gets to bat her sporty before mounting her. I 'm usually helping to keep Hank under mastery and prevent him from getting so cryptical inside he hurts someone, grabbing his cock and not allowing the knot to go inside. This was n't very just to Hank, when you think about it. I was n't lament on being a nice lover, anyway. Generally speaking, I hated all woman. I 'd love to collapse one apart and torture her. I knew Hank 's huge Great Dane pecker and knot would tear up a pussy good. But no one was willing to try him out.

I 'd been following Angel for a month, stalking her from the shadows and planning my attack. She was a 18-year-old christian church missy, saving herself until spousal relationship. She lived on her own in a small business firm on the street corner. She seemed generally happy and full phase of the moon of sprightliness. She was fat, but not too fat to fuck. Brown pilus past her shoulders, spicy eyes, and soft igniter peel ... It was too bad she had redundant weight, because she really did have a pretty face. Did for a while, anyway. The Best part about her was, she was new in Ithiel Town. Angel had moved from a few states away to take an internship here. Nobody knew her, and her family was all Roman mile and miles away. She was the perfect victim.

I planned mine and Hank 's visit for a Friday night. I 'd been collecting heaps of miniature for our extra night. In a bag, I 'd gathered duct tape, an ass male plug, dog dog collar and leash, y-clamps to hit her mamilla and clit altogether, and rope. I also figured a knife would be utile in getting her to join forces, so I threw in the acute one I found in the kitchen. Even Hank seemed activated, like he knew exactly what we were going to do.

Friday night came, and Hank and I loaded up our equipment and headed to holy man 's house. My dick was growing hard in my pants. I could n't wait to shove myself into her virgin muddle. Nine of us would ever forget this night. I 'd make sealed of it.

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Angel was n't very smart about common sense. She always left her doors unlocked. Very naïve, poor people girlfriend. There was no way she could ever possibly roll in the hay what was coming through her back door. I opened the room access quietly, and Hank and I snuck in. He was hassling so badly and loudly, I was afraid he might awaken her up. backer always locked her dog in the basement at night. That was good, because he 's very protective of her. He would probably have jumped my dog, and being so piddling, Hank probably could have swallowed the little poodle in one lap. We crept into saint 's bedroom, and there she lay on her bed. She wore only a shirt with no bra, and underclothing. It could n't have been better. I opened my bag of goodies and pulled out the rope, and the neckband and 3. Carefully, hoping not to awaken her, I slipped the neckband around her neck and snapped it closed, then clipped the tercet to the apprehension. I slowly pulled her shirt off. I then pushed her onto her venter, preparing to tie her hands behind her when he jerked awake. I threw all my free weight on her and slapped my script on her mouth. `` 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 slit your fuckin'throat. I promise I will. '' She continued to cry. `` It 's okay to cry. Just do n't fuckin'sidesplitter. '' I lifted my hand and continued to tie up her hands behind her back. I raised her up to sit on her ass. I got the roofy and tied her mammilla tightly. They would turn purple before the night was over. I took her step-in off. Reaching again into my bag, I got out the y-clamps and hooked a clinch onto each nipple before clenching one down onto her clit. She gasped in pain.

After I had her exactly where I wanted her, bounce and in painful sensation, the but thing left to do was break her Leslie Townes Hope. I pulled out the tongue, and gave her a quick swipe across her thigh. She yelped in painfulness as crimson beads formed over the cut. `` That 's a warning, '' I whispered. `` If you scream or do anything stupid, it will be much, lots worse. '' I knew then that I could untie her hands. She would involve them to be our gripe. I do n't think Angel even knew I 'd fall away the collar on, as she seemed storm when I pulled her onto all fours in the storey. `` C'mon, bitch, '' I said playfully. `` Here, girl. '' backer followed along, crying behind me. We only took a few footfall before I slapped her across the expression and demanded that she suck my peter. I reminded her of what would happen if she did anything stupid person. I could tell she had never done this before, which made my cock even harder. She was afraid not to blow me.

I continued to squall her every foul epithet 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 swollen dick at her ass opening night. She got really excited then.

'' No ! '' Angel whimpered. `` Please, charter anything you want. I have money, jewelry ... Please ! I wo n't recite if you just leave now ! ``

I laughed. `` I 'm going to humiliate you so badly, you 'll never want to tell. Now shut up. '' I thrusted myself into her sozzled pickle, and she began to thrash about.

'' NO ! '' Her crying became worse and defective. Another knife swipe across her ass did n't even shut out her up. I held the knife to her throat while I fucked her ass, and still she cried. Finally, I stuffed her panty into her mouth and taped her shut. Her yell were weak muffles then. Blood ran down her legs and onto my cock. I decided the succeeding best affair to cumming in her mouth was cumming in her ass. I let my cum spew deep into her bowels. Then, feeling the penury to micturate, I pissed good inside her and never even pulled out. I decided that golf hole was done, so I stuffed a plug in to preserve my peeing and cum inside her. It was Hank 's bend.

'' saint, '' I said, `` congratulations. You 're about to misplace your virginity to a dog. You 're gon na be Hank 's cunt. You want to be my dog 's bitch ? '' A shake of her head no got her a unspoilt smack. `` ass you. You ai n't nothin'but heart and mess. Shut up. ''

I could see Hank 's shining red prick, even in the dark. He was vast, even bigger than me. I knew he was going to pain angel, and I could n't wait. `` She 's all yours, sidekick, '' 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 like this. I ripped the tape off of her mouth, and began to face-fuck her, cryptical past her throat. I 'm not sure she could take a breath half the meter. Hank 's huge dog gumshoe had entered her and was tearing her apart. I saw lineage drop curtain mixed with dog seed fall onto the floor in a small-scale puddle. I think the poor bitch had gone into shock. She had gone tranquillize except for my humiliating commands to bark now and then. I 'd never seen such a beautiful sight, nonetheless. My best supporter was building up to knot inside this slut bitch, thrust by painful thrust, and I was filling her throat with my cock. Then, as if it were planned in forward motion, we both exploded with our germ into the bitch. Hank was stuck inside her, gratified of course. I rammed my pecker past her back talk and down her throat, feeling her throat constrict around my already spewing and throbbing dick. I was in total blissfulness.

'' Do n't you make bold propel, pussy, '' I ordered. `` You hurt my dog, you 're gon na die. '' I untied the R-2 on her tits and let the blood regaining to them. The dismissal seemed to injure her, to my further pleasance. Waiting for Hank to unknot, I went into backer 's kitchen and found some newspaper. I laid it down next to the door.

Finally, Hank was exempt. I removed the collar and leash, and proceeded to tie her deal and metrical foot together after laying her on her side across the newspaper. `` weewee, '' I said. Without fighting, she did. I laughed at her and said, `` adept bitch. You did good. ``

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 sure enough ; she will never forget her low gear time.

Damn ...