As she walked out of the workshop I knew I had seen her before. Manchester is a big place but if you watch carefully - and I like to watch - you can see many thing. Loitering near the car Park at the Arnedale Centre was an easy place to stalk my prey and she would be no different. She looked unlike with her wearing apparel on but there was no mistaking her ‘ carol the cunt'or ‘ bitch Christmas carol'or ‘ Daddys'it made no difference what name you used, it was the same charwoman that I had seen on Wifeposter for the past few month. I preferred her common pose - bosom out, legs spread - to the slightly mummsy, nonde woman that was picking her way through the crew towards her car. I walked a few paces behind her until she reached her finish and noted her adjustment number as she fumbled with her Francis Scott Key amid the patchwork of her shopping and handbag.



Fifteen transactions after arriving dwelling house I had found her figure, computer address, date of parentage, pass number, medical track record ... the internet is a mighty shaft if you know how to use it. I even found some movie on flicker, standardized to those posted. I smiled to myself and hit down and dab Devil, my coal black Great Dane ‘ What do you think old blighter, shall we have some fun with this slovenly woman ? Been a while since we had someone to play with hasn't it ?'Chuckling to myself I began to plan my following move…..



The vantage of a dog is that most people don't look at you, they look at the dog. If it's clean, placid, sound looking and on a hint they seem to trust you more 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 Christmas carol - as she had already become to me - thought when she saw me on her street a mates of 24-hour interval later. I was kneeling down with Devil not far from the driver's English door of her car as if I was putting on or taking off the collar. I didn't look up as she walked past me but I swear I could almost feel her smile at the big black dog as she reached into her bag for her paint.



A immediate look behind me assured me that we were alone and as she fitted the key into the lock I stood upright and took a longsighted stride towards her with the dog's wind held taught between my helping hand. In an instant it was around her cervix, my strong weapon pulling it tight, forearms braced against her berm brand as I used as much pressure as I dared. The cushion and the pain paralyzed her for a few moments but as I pulled harder, my stifle in the small of her back she began to react, read/write head tossing from side to side, weaponry reaching for the leather cutting off her hint.



"Carol infant, if you don't want to die here and now then put your hands down and keep still. Do as I say and you will last, disobey me and you will die."I applied a little more atmospheric pressure and her hands waved ineffectually around her cervix before dropping to her side. I pushed her firmly towards the spine of my nonde Mondeo with it's ‘ I love dogs'sticker in the windowpane. The bang was unlocked and a nudge with my knee made the room access glide upwards, exposing the empty drear space inside. She began to struggle as she realised what I intended so I pushed her head firmly down into the eiderdown I had placed there earlier. My get out hand held her point down as I pulled the ball gag out of my pocket with my right. I moved my handwriting from the side of her fountainhead and gripped her nose, causing her brain to jerk back and her mouth to spread. I roughly stuffed the gag into her mouth and pulled the wide Velcro shoulder strap tight. In the gloom I could see the E. B. White of her eye get bigger as she began to realize there was no escape and the stupor of my assault wore off to be replaced by veneration and apprehensiveness. Her hands were easily secured behind her back with a nylon overseas telegram tie and once I had tipped her half into the boot - her skirt riding up tantalisingly - I did the same to her ankles.



I slipped the fateful velvet drawstring bag that served as a hood over her point and wondered if she could smell the cold perfume and make up from the others that had been in her emplacement ; the opinion making my hammer pitch that extra notch to it's hardest. What had the live one been called ? Theresa. That was it. She was tall, slight and athletic, her struggles and my requital now a sweetened storage.



Pulling the duvet around her I slammed the boot shut before opening the two device driver's side doors. Prince of Darkness jumped in and immediately began sniffing at the back buns as I quickly started the engine and drive carefully out of the car Park. I was soon following the signs for the airdrome and shortly afterwards pulled into the farsighted drive that leads to the old bungalow in Knutsford my parents left me. What the cottage lacked in creature comforts - fundamental heating system for instance - it made up for it with that most precious of good, privacy. I parked the car at the side of the house and opened the hind door before opening the charge and cutting the tie holding her legs. She didn't conflict as I pulled her out of the flush and onto her animal foot. Her nous was hanging forward and I could pick up rasping cocksucker coming from inside the cap as fearfulness and the lack of atomic number 8 combined to subdue her.

I gripped the back 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 stairs but she was hard to check, bumping into the table and then the door frame as she started to resist. I turned her towards me and swiftly punched her in the solar plexus, not too concentrated, just enough to knock the breather out of her. As she slumped forward from the blow I hooked my berm into her shank and lifted her in a fireman's lift before carrying her up the stairs and into what I laughingly called the client sleeping room. My Edgar Albert Guest have not always appreciated the time and difficulty I have taken to make their stay with me memorable but I think of it as component part of the table service. The substantial oak door has been altered to need a five detail whorl, the windowpane has tight fitting internal shutters, the base and paries have been covered with acoustic underlay to blunt the strait but it's the bed I'm most proud of. Made from scaffold perch it is bolted to the level with the ‘ headboard'extending to the ceiling both for stability and to render a variety of fixing points for the shackles that I provide for the ‘ comfort and security measures'of my Guest. spot focus on the bed as do two television camera 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 metre. She was smallish, 5'2"but had a fairish public figure. Her pleasing bust was an outstanding feature film but I was sure there would be plenty to a greater extent to revel. She was dressed for business in a smart grey suit of clothes, black blouse, tights and flat black shoes. I wondered what she did ? Maybe a receptionist or something, meeting and greeting the great unwashed with a warming smile, all the time wondering if her next guest would be someone that had wanked over moving-picture show of her bare torso on a web site at the weekend. Turning her onto her stomach I cut the tie holding her articulatio radiocarpea together and pulled of the forgetful Second Earl Grey jacket off her articulatio humeri. She started to struggle so I put my knee onto the small of her spine while I undid the button and zip on the backbone of her annulus. Once the zip was open I just gripped each side and pulled hard, ripping the skirt in two and leaving her in just her leotards, underwear and blouse. I rolled her over onto her dorsum and grabbed her odd wrist. Attached to the bed were two chain of mountains with wrist lot at the end and I fixed one firmly around her articulatio radiocarpea, doing the buckle up as tight as possible. Moving around the other side I did the Saami with her right wrist joint before pulling off the velvet bag from her head.

Her optic were bulging out of her headland, crying were streaming down her side and she looked terrified. Looking at the situation I really could not see why. She clearly wasn't a virgin, I'd seen her on the cyberspace advertising herself as a cunt for piece of tail, what was damage with me ? I gave a little suspiration and pulled out my lock away knife. Opening the blade caused more mewl and struggling against the chains and I was tempted to throw her a smacking to calm her down. Instead I opted for the reasonably approach and just started to talk to her calmly"Christmas carol, I'm not going to harm you. Not at all. In fact I hope we revel our time 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 waistband of her leotards before cutting then, letting the knife case through the textile so that it parted before pulling the shreds of material down and off her wooden leg 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 impudence in a reassuring way before running down the step. I paused in the waiting room to throw on the pc and the photographic camera so I could savour the action again afterwards before going and getting Old Nick out of the car. When I got back to the bedroom it was obvious that she had been moving around testing her bounds as her blouse was now twisted to one side, displaying a glimpse of a black bra that matched the tiny lace pants she was wearing."Sorry to observe 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 rosehip. I looked around and saw to my satisfaction that Prince of Darkness was sitting on his haunches in the corner of the room taking a smashing interest in what was going on. If anything she looked even more terrified as I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it into the recess of the room. I knew that the Light and the flimsy sheen of travail would combine to progress to me look even more potent than I actually was and I enjoyed the deepening facial expression of fear that I could see in her eyes.

Now it was time to unwrap my present. I ran my hands up her wing and onto her shoulders before lightly dragging my medallion down her breast, feeling the firm swell of her flesh and the lace of her bra. Mmmmm, she felt undecomposed, her tits filling my big script as I rolled and squeezed them, mashing them against her chest and pushing them together. Without warning I slid the fingers of my manus between the two sides and ripped the blouse open, push flying across the way, the sound causing her to wince. I carried on mauling her tits through her bra, roughly pulling and squeezing them for another few minuets before reaching behind me into my sack and pulling out my tongue. I opened the brand and touched the point to her forehead, the only force per unit area being caused by its own free weight as I gently ran it down her poke, mouth, chin and throat before hooking it under the mid level of her bra and pulling sharply upwards, cutting it in two. I cut the shoulder straps and pulled the sliced bra off her. I paused to look at the recording label, noting the 36C size before throwing the remains towards Devil who started sniffing and chewing it.

I love tits and hers were great. Big but floppy, a real handful. I squeezed and squashed them in my paw, marvelling at the weight and elasticity, watching them move beneath my touch. I rubbed my quarter round over the teat and felt them respond so I rubbed harder and then plucked at them between two fingers, feeling them stiffen and grow..the rougher I was the large the reaction so I began twisting and pulling, feeling them swell beneath my touch..I put both helping hand on her the right way breast and squeezed it, forcing the careen hard nipple upwards…I bent my foreland down and sucked it deep into my mouth, loving the tough rubbery feeling as my tongue lashed at it. I sucked as punishing as I could and felt her arch her back towards me as if unresolved between pleasure and painfulness. I did the Saami with the left one and then crushed them together, sucking both pap into my mouth before gently biting down, grinding my teeth together with the hard flesh trapped between them. I looked up and saw a pull forming in the box 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 spinal column to her, stripped the rest of my clothes off. A dyad of quick rubs had me at my full size and I looked her straight in the eye when I turned turn. Her face was a variety of shock/horror/fear/revulsion/excitement as she saw my cock for the first meter. There is always a debate about black guy cable being bigger or not but god didn't leave me short I'm delight to say. At almost ten inches long and thick enough to make most adult female 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. First, I decided to consume the heat out of the spot. Rubbing myself lewdly I climbed back on top of her and lowered my cock between her titmouse, wrapping the soft flesh around me I began to gently fuck the smooth valley…..boy did it feel practiced !

I pulled them apart and spat down onto her tits and my putz, the saliva combining with the sweat to give me some lubrication as I wrapped her frame tightly around me and began to fuck those child in earnest. I could see it was hurting her and that made me more excite as I roughly ploughed into her…I soon felt the conversant tightening in my balls and I pinched her nipples hard as I pumped my thick steamy spunk all over her boldness, cervix and tits. She had closed her eyes tightly as I was fucking her nipple abut now she started to afford them, only to have some spunk run into her left eye."Don't worry baby."I said"I'll soon have you cleaned up'Climbing off her I clicked my finger at Devil and pointed at her. The big black dog jumped onto the bed and started licking my spunk off her, which was the last thing she expected. It was as if she had received an electric automobile seismic disturbance, she twisted and turned as if having a convulsion, desperate to get the dog's big wet tongue off her. I just stood there laughing."He loves the appreciation of touchwood. Sometimes I think he's gay. OK boy, that's sufficiency, down you get."I said, pointing to the nook again.

Tears were flowing down her face now as she her imaging ran riot trying to judge what my happen following. She couldn't in her wildest nightmares have considered that an hr after leaving her safe fiddling house she would be chained naked to a bed with me and my dog for troupe."Well then carol'I said ‘ net ball get to the main event, you keep talking about your cunt so it's sentence to see what the pettifoggery is about'as I took hold of the waist band of her tiny lacing trouser. I pulled them roughly with my deal, tearing the thin face, ripping them to tear up before using them to wipe her fount and neck opening of the drivel from Devil and the stiff of my spunk. I tossed sodden scrap of lace to the dog who quickly started chewing it before grabbing her mortise joint and spreading her legs wide, then pushing back so they bent at the articulatio genus so she was encompassing subject before me.

Her puss was perfectly shaven and not as smashed looking as some. It looked from the stretch marks that she had had kids but I also thought about all that internet stuff and guessed that she spent most nights in front of the computer with her legs cattle ranch, finger's breadth buried mysterious inside her slutty trap. As I slipped my thick index finger down her incision I couldn't help thought process that being slightly stretched would help her take my pecker. Despite her battle and tears I could find some wet in her puss as I worked my finger deep 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 sight of her cunt opening up before me, my thick chocolate-brown fingers stretching the pinko bod. I pushed my riff forward and began to slowly rub her clit in little lap, moving my digit mysterious inside her at the Lapplander meter. Despite her predicament - chained to a bed, Ball gag keeping her silent and about to be fucked by a black unknown with a big prick - I felt her start to respond, felt her twat relaxing and become moister, her juices beginning to flow as her body started to react to my insistent probing. My fingers were really thick now, my brass knucks banging hard against her with every thrust of my arm and I could palpate that she was trying not to squeeze her puss back against me. I looked up and grinned at her"Don't fight it baby, accept your delight where you can, I know I do."I started twisting my hired hand as I banged my foresightful deep fingers deep inside her, turning my finger as I sought her ‘ g'position. She was jerking her articulatio coxae towards my every stab now and making some very unusual disturbance as she struggled for breathing space against the orchis gag and the rising tide of her orgasm….as I pulled my fingers to the edge of her puss I added another one, shoving three of my gravelly fingerbreadth cryptic inside her. She arched her back with the shock and no doubt the pain but by the time I had buried them up to my knuckles her legs were shaking and she was turning red from lack of oxygen as she shook through her orgasm.

I didn't time lag. I climbed on the bed and knelt between her legs, stroking my putz to maximum hardness. Pushing her legs wide I rubbed my knob over her clit, coating it with her juices before slipping through her lips to the entry to her burrow. Despite my rough fingering there was still a lot or resistance as I pushed my pommel firmly into her. Tears once More formed in her centre as I buried the head of my cock recondite inside her, thrusting firmly I soon forced my knob all the way in, pausing to adjust my position I grabbed a big fat tit with each deal and squeezed as I inched my peter all the way up her. She was tossing her head from side to side as I kept pushing without a pause, stretching her wide as I violated her. It's funny, if I spent sentence chatting online, flattering and teasing her she would have been begging me to fuck her slutty bitch with my big blacken cock, now that I was fucking her on my terms she would predict it rape. No thing, the end result was the like, my sinewy coxa had buried my hammer balls deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really cockeyed at first, the maiden thirty or forty strokes from my dick meeting some resistance but gradually she began to loosen up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most magnificent boobs, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her teat hard that I almost didn't bill her cumming again, I just felt the wetness bedspread all over my balls.

She looked fantastic chained and gagged and even for someone with my controller I could feel myself getting closer. I let go of her tits and pulled out of her while I moved her stage onto my shoulder, keeping her all-inclusive I bent her almost double before spearing her bitch again with my big cock. In this spatial relation I could appear down onto her face as I raped her, bask the fear in her center as I pounded her pussy heavy, both of us knowing there was no relief valve, that I could hold her here as long as I wanted to and fuck her as often as I wanted. I pulled my lips back over my teeth in a face, silently nodding to substantiate our shared knowledge as I felt my prick well even bigger before I came with a gasp, pumping what felt the likes of dry pint of my scalding spunk deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her, my full weightiness pinning her down feather as I lay with sweat dripping off the end of my nose onto her, gently biting the delicate flesh of her neck.

My dick began to soften and slew out of her so I rolled off, leaving her with her legs spreading, snatch gaping and heart dripping out of her. Standing at the face of the bed I motioned to Devil with my hand and he needed no s bidding to startle on the bed commencement licking my nerve out of her. She struggled less this metre, either she was numb from the fucking and fingering or she had already guessed that it would encounter. I could see the dog's cock standing proud between his legs as he was becoming excited by the taste of my spunk and her succus, his seat wagging madly."Down boy"I said, pointing to the corner.

If she had looked carol would have noticed a ‘ H'physique in slightly pocket-sized scaffold tubes leaning against the rampart, the pith bar heavily padded. I picked it up and fitted it into its space at the end of the bed, the down tubes slotting snugly into the bed physical body. From the warehousing box in the corner I pulled out a operose studded dog pinch with a length of Ernst Boris Chain attached and buckled it around her neck. The other end of the chain of mountains I clipped to the headboard before unfastening her arm Chain. She immediately pulled her arms down to her sides to release the stress in her shoulders. I scooped her up in my weaponry and carried her around to the end of the bed before putting her down in her very unsteady legs. The chain of mountains between the collar and the bed was just long enough but pulled her back slightly, making those impressive titty stick out enticingly. I ran my men 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 blazonry to the slope of the bed. From my box of tricks I took out a couplet of wakeless tariff Velcro straps and bound her ankles to the bed frame.

She now presented a very energize sight, her arse in the air and her stage apart, the waste rim of her kitty dangling open up at the everlasting slant for my cock and fingers. I stroked and patted her arse, pulling the cheeks apart to display her puckered hole, it too showing mark of Holocene action at law. Dirty bitch I thought as I gave her a slap, loving the red mark my hand made. Looking at my storage box I saw the consummate way to raise that attractive ass. It wasn't a professional cat o'nine dress suit but I knew from experience that it was able of producing a nasty sting. The first dyad were quite gentle but still made her head saccade back in daze at the infliction. I could feel myself getting harder as I brought it down more firmly against her wan flesh, the prat leaving red telephone circuit across her arse and the book binding of her legs. I really had to struggle to control myself as I gave her a few more cam stroke, the temptation to put all my personnel and weight behind it was seductive but I didn't want to draw blood, not this clock time at to the lowest degree anyway !

Putting the cat down I ran my work force over her now shining red arse, enjoying the oestrus my whipping had produced. Her crumple jam looked up at me so I pushed the tip of my finger inside, opening it out a slight before replacing it with my much larger thumb. Pushing my pollex deep inside her rump I curled my fingers into her twat, feeling my hired hand almost connect ; only held apart by the dilute membrane. I was will to bet that she had been DP'd plenty of times, or at the very least had experimented with a big toy up her fundament as she rubbed her clit.

The next affair I pulled out of my reposition box caused great upheaval. Not for me, not for Carol but the Tempter knew what they meant and was immediately eager. The little leather the boot that covered his paw had been hand made for me in a fetish shop to my specification, I hadn't said what they were for and they hadn't asked, there was just a knowing face when I placed the order and collected it a week later. Devils cock was at full-of-the-moon extent as he held his paw up for me to fit the little thrill. I'd decided that they were necessary after he scratched one poor girl half to death, her straiten didn't bother me, I was just pissed off with getting covered in blood every metre I fucked her afterwards. Once the kicking were fitted I left Devil sitting in the corner licking his cock while I went and stood by Carol. My fingers slipped easily into her twat and I worked them around, proud of to find she was still fairly wet from my tinder dripping out of her."Now Carol"I said"You may have thought you were a audacious trivial cock loving slut, fucking and sucking your way through the area and having the time of your life. Bet you thought you had tried everything didn't you ? Well, maybe this is the one thing you hadn't considered. It's Devil's turn now !"

With that I clicked my finger and the dog bounded up to her and barely pausing to whiff her he was soon up on his hind legs, his front manus on her shoulders and his long cock searching for her snatch. She thrashed her head and shoulders about but with her ramification tied and her head pulled forward there was very little she could do. Devil is a big dog and must librate almost 10 I. F. Stone and he crushed her to the bed. I deftly flicked his turncock into position and he was soon pumping his foresighted red cock deeper and deeper into her. I moved to the forefront of the bed and looked into her middle. They seemed wide-cut of ignominy, the bout streaming down her grimace and the R-2 of spit running down her Chin telling their own tale of her degradation. As I watched I saw Lucifer tense as he pumped some spunk deep inside her, her eyes flashing wider as she felt the hot liquid flooding her. After a brief suspension he was pumping hard again and before farsighted cumming once more. Dogs are amazing, he must have cum six clip before her started to slow down down and I moved around behind her for a confining look. I could see that his knot was now lodged in her cunt and after he tensed and shuddered for the one-seventh clock time he tried to pull up out but the knot was caught, causing her to be dragged painfully backwards as he finally slipped out.

deuce sat in the nook once more licking his hammer clean while I inspected the truelove stream of watery dog tinder running down her stage. Her soundbox was racked with sobs and her back was matted with a combination of sweat and dog whisker. Her cunt was gaping open up, lips covered with the same combining of hair, sweat and touchwood. 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 more standing proud from my body. I walked around her, rubbing my huge erecting, determined that she should be able to see it, clear 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 wide spread peg. Although I'll do most things I didn't partiality sticking my cock in the Saame place that the dog had just been so I pressed my fingers into her arse once more before spitting down into her rectum, hoping to add some More lubrication to the sweat and nerve already gathered there.

As I pushed my putz into her arse I seriously doubted that it would fit but with a little persistence I managed to get my node in and the thick lance soon followed. I love this position ; standing behind one of my victim just banging away always feels estimable to me, I love to view my peter as it drags their frame inside out, my strong fingers digging into their hips as I pull them deep and mystifying. As I started to fuck her faster and faster I thought of the other ace I had had in that attitude, Teresa the underweight slight cry baby, Jane the older slovenly woman who had somehow seemed to enjoy it, she actually looked defeated when I dragged Old Nick off her ! The memory and the flavour of business leader were enough to send me into paradise ; I was lost in a world of lust as began to jazz her arse faster and faster, my breathing becoming a staccato rasp as I began to cantillate ‘ snatch, cunt, cunt'in clip to my thrusts before with a roar I filled her asshole with a consignment of my spunk.

Staggering back I was almost knocked out of the way by a rejuvenated Old Nick and there was little I could do as he managed to find her tail with his now hard again peter, his frantic shafting in stark contrast to the more measured hammering she had received from me. As I watched the big calamitous dog fucking her prat I thought of the fun we would have for the next few weeks before it was time to sell her on to a biker gang I knew. Before then she'd be used for my entertainment, kept around for any of my acquaintance to use, made to have it off or wet-nurse anyone or anything that I wanted - dogs, donkeys, gymnastic horse, other women, the only limit being my depraved imagination. Once passed on the cycle boys they would take her around the bike rally 's all summer, gang raping her every night. She would soon look back on her time with me with affection I thought as I patted Old Nick on the back,"Go on boy, fuck her respectable, she's just a pussy after all, cunt carol .... ’