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Authors name: Kellie C. ([email protected])
Story title : Not a Woman's Best Friend
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Not a Woman's Best Friend (F/beast, rp, v)
by Kellie C. ([email protected])
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You know all those stupid Internet stories floating around about how women like having sex with a dog and they have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks? What absolute bullshit! This is a more realistic story.
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My name is Christine and I was raped by a dog. I was thirty-two years old at the time (I'm thirty-five now) and living twelve miles east of Seattle,
Washington. The only reason that I'm telling you this is because of all the stupid Internet stories floating around about how women are won over by having sex with a dog and have great orgasms and end up not only fucking them but sucking their dicks. That is such bullshit.It was a Saturday morning and I was cutting my lawn. The house I was renting had an attached garage and a medium-sized yard. It wasn't the greatest house in the world--or
even in Seattle--but it was clean and well maintained and it fit my budget. I was mowing along the front sidewalk, made a turn back toward the house when the sound of a car's tires screeching on the pavement behind me made me jump. I turned around quickly, half expecting to see someone flying through the air, but it wasn't a person at all, but a dog.
He had come out of the woods across the street and tried to cross the road; now he stood just inside the verge of the woods again, looking back over his shoulder. His ears were laid back on his head and his tail tucked smartly
between his legs. The driver laid on his horn, yelled at the dog fiercely, and then sped away. As the car drove out of sight, the dog cautiously reemerged from the woods and sat down on his haunches. He was a black Labrador Retriever, a big one, and he watched me with a dog's typical aplomb, ears pricked up and head canted to one side as though wondering what I was doing over here. I had never seen him before and guessed he was
lost. I called to him and it was obvious that he heard me, but for some reason he ignored my call and I thought, Well fuck you too, doggie, and went back to cutting the lawn.
After finishing up, I went into the house and made myself a roast beef sandwich with a cold glass of milk and watched the noon-time news. Just as the news was going off, I heard a dog whining outside my screen door and I
went to have a look. Of course it was the black Lab."Hello," I greeted him. "You decided to be social now?"He was bigger than I had originally thought, at least 120 pounds, and although he didn't have a collar on, from his appearance it was obvious he belonged to someone. He was lost all right. His owner was probably looking for him now or would be soon enough. In the meantime, he looked pretty thirsty and I went to the kitchen and got him a bowl of water. When I set it near him on the porch, he backed away and wouldn't touch it until I went back inside and closed the screen door. "You are the weirdest dog I've ever seen," I said. This from Christine the expert, who'd never had a dog in her life.
I leaned against the jamb and watched him lap the water. He was watching me back. I tried talking to him in a soothing tone of voice, but he remained just as wary as ever. When I pushed open the door, intending to join him on the porch, he backed away and headed down the steps, took off at a run across the lawn. Just as he neared the curb, however, another car came around the bend going way too fast--as usual--and for a moment I thought the dog
would panic. But the driver laid on his horn and doing a one-eighty, the Lab bolted back towards my house, darted in behind the row of hedges beneath the front window and let out a frustrated woof! He just stood there panting.
If I don't do something soon, I thought, this dog is going to get killed. Not really sure what I was doing, I picked up the empty bowl, refilled it at the kitchen sink, then walked through the garage to the side door, opened it and set the bowl in the doorway. Then I walked a short distance away. "This isn't going to work," I grumbled to myself. "He wouldn't even let you near him."
A few minutes went by and the dog ventured far enough out from behind the bushes to sniff the air and observe me with his impenetrable black eyes. I couldn't help it, it made me shiver. I backed up a step and thought, Maybe
this is not such a hot idea, Chris. Maybe you should just go back inside, lock the kitchen door and call the damn pound.
But before I could reject this idea as plain old school-girlish silly, I heard the phone ringing and went back inside to answer it. It was Jean Michaels, a friend from New York with whom I hadn't talked in a long time. As I chatted with her gaily for the next half an hour, I watched through the open kitchen door. The dog never came in.
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I shut the garage door and locked it. It was quarter to two and although I'd looked for the Lab all around the house and inside the garage, he was nowhere to be found. He'd done whatever it is lost doggies do, I guess...
gotten lost even more.Disgusted with the way I felt, I took a shower, toweled
dry, and put on a bathrobe. I was drying my hair when I thought I heard a noise from the garage. Not barking, but like someone thudding against the closed kitchen door. Armed with the blow dryer, I went downstairs and tip-toed cautiously through the living room and out into the kitchen. I could here him whining just outside the door. "Well, shit," I said aloud, at the sound of which he began to whine even louder and started a scattershot scratching at the door with his claws."Hold on, hold on," I said, wondering how he'd gotten in. I know the garage had been empty when I'd gone in to take my shower... at least I thought it had. He must have been hiding. Yeah, I thought, he must have been hiding.Opening the kitchen door just a crack, I watched him back
away to the far side of the garage and drop to his haunches. The water bowl sat empty beside his left paw. I had forgotten about it left it just inside the door. "Weirdo dog," I said.
Stepping into the garage, I closed the kitchen door behind me and predictably he got up and moved cautiously away to his tight. "You don't trust anybody, do you boy? Or is it just me?" He sat down again and watched me with
those polished black eyes. And then he growled.If I had been nervous before, now I was scared. You never showed fear to a dog--that's what I'd always heard--and it was obvious to me why. They can smell it on you. I clutched the bathrobe closed at my throat and took a wary step backwards, and as soon as I did this he rose and stalked two paces forward, teeth bared."Nice doggy," I squeaked. "Grrrrrrrrrr," rumbled out of his throat, low, deep and menacing. He took another pace forward, dropping lower to the ground and showing all his teeth. If I made a run for the kitchen door I knew he'd be all over me before I got three feet. "What's going on boy?" I said in a small, quavering voice. "You gonna hurt me? I tried to help you, you know." I was standing with my back against the side of the garage before I knew I had been moving. He approached me from my right, herding me away from the kitchen door,
toward the corner in the rear. I was terrified now. I was beginning to panic.
"Nice doggy," I squeaked again. "Nice puppy dog, doggie." Only this dog was anything but a puppy. He was a demon in black fur.
Refusing to be cornered like the desperate animal I knew I was becoming, I angled away and moved toward the center of the floor. The dog didn't like it much, but he let me do it. I began to think--pray--that he'd let me go all the way to the outside door and go through it. Just as it appeared he'd actually let me go, in a terrifying blur of motion, he leaped at me through the air. I shrieked and put my arms up but the force of his lunge knocked me to the floor. I banged down on my back striking my head on the concrete and hot sparks erupted like a 4th of July fountain across my eyes. My vision doubled and became alarmingly blurred. When it cleared again--too late--I found he had straddled me, fangs bared just inches above my throat. I was going to die.
But the dog had other ideas."What do you want," I pleaded in a tiny, terrified voice. My bathrobe was open, leaving me fully exposed. His hot wet prick dragged back and forth across my uncovered stomach, making me shudder and want to scream. At first I didn't even know what it was. When I finally did, in that same tiny, terrified voice--terrified now for an entirely
different reason--I protested, "No way!" and tried to scuttle away. He took my throat in his teeth."Okay, okay," I breathed with my eyes clamped shut.
"Whatever you want." I relaxed myself with a titanic effort and spread my legs. Again, the dog had other ideas. He released my throat and growled."What?" I was honestly baffled. He growled again. He made circular motions with his
head... I swear, he actually did this... and I slowly got the message. "On my knees?" I quavered in disbelief.The dog, who was not a dog at all, but the aforementioned demon from hell, nodded his head.
"You want to mount me?" A breathless whisper. He nodded again. I rolled onto my stomach and started to get up. Before I could get all the way up onto my hands and knees he batted my on my rump with his snout."What?" I was beginning to think I was already dead. Or in some nightmare dream caused by the concussion to the back of my head. It really ached. He growled and shook his head sharply to the right. Away from my body. And suddenly Iunderstood. "This is not real," I whispered. "It can't be real. It can't be. It just isn't happening." He wanted me to disrobe.Rising erect from my knees, I slid the robe back over my shoulders and let it fall into my hands. I began to bring
it around when he snatched it roughly away from me and flung it across the floor. It landed near the garage door with the arms in an out-flung, helpless gesture. That's how I felt--totally helpless. I was naked with a dog.He batted me again with his snout."What?" I objected, beginning to loose my cool. The
crippling shock and disbelief had begun to wear off and I was becoming rebellious. Damned if I was being corralled by a dog.
Suddenly he was up on his rear haunches, one talon-clawed paw on either of my shoulders and the back of my neck clamped firmly between his teeth. His breath flowing around my neck was horrid. "Okay, okay," I acquiesced. "I get the point." Then, as the powerful muscles in his jaw began to clamp shut on my neck, "Please! Anything you want!" It was a short-lived rebellion. He dropped back to all fours and so did I. He sniffed me up and down my flank and licked my right cheek. I took it. He snuffled into my right ear and bit lightly at the
lobe and I took that too. All the while I smelled his graveyard breath. What the hell was he doing? For a moment neither of us moved. He stood there panting, beside my right shoulder, facing me, and suddenly I understood. This was some kind of dominance thing, what I had occasionally seen one dog--presumably the alpha male--do to another. He was doing it to me. I got it, I
thought. Loud and clear. You're the alpha. I'm the bitch.Satisfied (he read my thoughts in my body language, there's no other explanation) he grunted lightly one time, then went to stand behind me. I stared straight ahead panting. He had really hurt my neck. Good luck, Christine, I thought. A dog is about to fuck you.
He sniffed at my pussy (I hate the word with everything I am, but I just can't think of a better one to use), then snuffled it like he had done to my ear. I tried not to jump but the shock was just too great. I gave a little shriek and sidled forward. He growled. "Fuck you!" I said vehemently under my breath. "I don't
like it, okay!"He obviously did, because a moment later his tongue went
from halfway to my navel all the way up the crack of my ass to the small of my back. This time I really did shriek and I surged forward in alarm. I also looked back over my shoulder in horror as ever nerve ending in my body jangled. It was like getting scrubbed by a warm, wet length of Scotchbrite.I didn't move. I didn't breath. I felt sick at my stomach. I wanted to puke. He licked my pussy again and I made a disgusting noise, something a real bitch might make. Tears leaked from my eyes and splattered onto the concrete below, sucked up almost immediately by the dust and porous surface. It wouldn't stay that way for long, not if I started bawling. When I started bawling. He lapped at me for a full minute, then two, getting me slathered up and absolutely raw. I felt every little sandpaper bead on his tongue and because I routinely shave to keep myself clean--I had done so only that morning--there was not even my wispy blonde pubic hair to offer any protection. My clitoris, my swollen outer lips, the mouth of my vagina, my urethra and especially my poor little anus all got the treatment. And the way he went after me with that tongue, with such unbelievable vigor--he'd driven me six feet or more across the floor--you'd think I was a sugar-coated treat. To him, I guess I was.Then he mounted me and locked his powerful forepaws around my waist and I squealed in complete and utter terror. He shoved forward with his cock, not so much searching for my pussy as dive-bombing it. I wailed again and tried to crawl away across the floor but he lunged forward over me and grabbed my neck again with his teeth. He bit down hard and growled an angry, you stay the fuck put! snarl, breaking my skin with his teeth--not deep, just enough to get his point across--and I could feel blood seeping out of the wounds. "Okay," I brayed. "I'm yours! I'm whatever you want! I'll do anything you tell me to! Just please, please don't hu--"
I sucked in an agonized breath as something hot and sticky and the size of a baseball bat entered my pussy. Then I shrieked and then I caterwauled--quietly, as those teeth still dug into my neck--and shook my entire body
trying to get him out. Instead, he worked himself even deeper."No," I sobbed. "Please no! Let me go!" Instead, I crawled forward under him six more agonizing feet until my head hit the back wall of the garage and then skidded
along its surface. I cried hot, sulfurous tears, the tears burning my eyes, my nose, the back of my throat. The thing in my pussy was hot and sulfuric too, pounding in and out of me, gouging at my vagina, assaulting me, destroying my sanity one thrust at a time. It was more pain than I could ever have imagined.
"Nuhungunaaaah," something inside me cawed. I was no more able to make coherent noise than I was of having coherent thought. I was a woman with a demon on her back... and in her vagina.
Trapped against the garage wall, I began to turn in against it. Splinters from the exposed two by fours gouged me wherever I rubbed against them. (I'd later look like a comedy skit from Saturday Night Live or Mad TV or something. The Splinter Lady, I thought.) But as the splinters attacked the side of my right hand, my right forearm, then my elbow, my upper arm and shoulder and finally my right hip and my thigh, the Lab continued walking me forward with his thrusts. I scraped against the plywood sheathing of the exterior wall,
encountering a second two by four, then a third, and finally a forth.Then I was in the corner that I had avoided so many years before--right where my doggie master wanted me--he banged me head first into the two by fours in the corner there, driving me unmercifully forward until my head had only one place to go--down and against the floor. I knelt there, jammed hard against the studs, my cheek pressed brutally against the cold concrete floor while the dog
banged and banged and banged away me.
By now I was sobbing so hard my chest felt like an exploding bomb. My entire being ached. My vagina was beyond repair and still the dog fucked me. "Please God, please don't let him do this to me," I kept saying, over
and over again. The words came out as something no human ear could ever have understood, except maybe God's... and I don't think God was listening.
Twisted with my head locked against the corner studs, I found myself watching between my legs as the dog wailed away at me. His cock was as big around as my forearm--my father's forearm--pasty white with a cobweb pattern of
vicious red veins. It was a foot long at least. It probably was longer. But terrifying as it was, what was at the end of it was ever worse. Because there, twice the thickness of the shaft and an even angrier red and white color, was a horrendous round knot. "No," I moaned plaintively as the dog continued to rut me. "I can't. I can't. No, no, no, please."But the dog told me I could and that I would and very shortly I did. I watched as the knot grew nearer to me with every thrust. Then the thing hit me with a sucking, slurping sound that made me retch with revulsion, stuck in me for a moment before he yanked himself back... and the wave of pain hit me like a Pacific tidal wave. On the fifth try he finally made it in and I was thrashing around wildly with the pain and making horrific noise and beating at his flanks with my fists. Then something hot and wet came cascading down my thighs and splattering on the concrete floor beneath our coupled organs, my guts cramped so violently that I screamed...
and then I was gone.
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The dog was laying in the far corner of the garage, cleaning himself and ignoring me completely. On the floor beneath my crotch, where I expected a huge mass of blood, I saw something possibly even worse: a grossly-puddled mass of foamy, already crusting over semi-white fluid... his cum. I had been thoroughly rutted.I found I had bled very little. How he could have driven
such a huge and misshapen thing such as that into me without puncturing something vital or causing me to hemorrhage I don't know. Feinting when he reached climax must have provided me just enough flexibility to spare my
life. I think I sat on that floor for the better part of an hour, staring at nothing. My pussy ached and my guts were roiling inside and I felt numb like a block of wood. Never in my life had the thought ever entered my mind that a dog might actually fuck me. I had imagined it of course (I believe all women have) but imaginings are supposed to stay in the realm of imagination. Not show up in your garage. "I want to go home," I said. The words sounded so good to me, so reassuring. My home was only 15 feet away. But again, the dog had other ideas.
The second time he came for me I just let him. I got on my hands and knees, docilely let him mount me, then put my chest and my face on the cold concrete floor and held myself open for him with my hands. I didn't fight him at all. When he came out of me somewhere about halfway through, and mounted me in a different way, I shifted my hands to my buttocks and spread them far apart. It hurt his being in my ass (getting past my poor little anus was really
tough) but not as bad as I had thought. It was my first anal experience and he spared me the ordeal of his knot. The third time I lay on my back with my legs drawn tight to my chest and let him rut me like that. I think it was a new experience for him and I'm not sure he even liked it. Are you trying to breed me? I asked silently of his inhuman, polished black eyes. Am I supposed to have puppies? If so, It would be quite a litter. And then I had an orgasm. I didn't want it to happen. I fought against it with everything I had, but it was involuntary and unstoppable. He was doing me with such savage determination that I think I had no choice. He suddenly slowed down and his muscles tensed and by this time the pain from his knot had almost gone away. He prepared to unload in me and when his first shot came, hot and gushing and spilling out my cunt all up my thighs and down over my asshole, I could not stop. I came and he came and the two of us came together, him squatted over me not moving, just emptying his testicles of their unbelievable load. I clutched myself behind my knees and prayed for it all to end. His gushing, and my orgasm. Eventually, they both did. Then he was finished with me.
-- -- --
What happened to the dog? I have no idea, and I don't ever want to find out.
After the requisite fifteen minute wait, his knot finally shriveled and he pulled himself free of me with a wet popping sound and his cum--that part which hadn't already sprayed out all over me--gushed out onto my thighs and down between my buttocks. Such an awful mess. Then he hobbled to the opposite corner where he cleaned himself and ignored me from then on. He had gotten what he wanted and that was that. I cautiously got to my hands and knees and, risking another go at it, eased my way toward the kitchen door. I quietly entered the house and closed the door securely behind me, never taking my eyes off of him. He heard the door close but he never looked up. Later, once I'd cleaned myself up and then cleaned up the mess in the garage. I had my 9mm Glock with me then and just dared him to move. I would have shot him on the spot except that I'd have to explain and I would never do
that. I never saw the mutt again.I now live in Atlanta, Georgia, just about as far removed from Seattle as I can get. I live in a nice little, two-story frame house with a nice little garden out back and a semi-detached carport on the side. I also have a female Doberman Pincher named Mary that I know will never try to fuck me. I only hope some other dog does, just so I can set her loose on him.
THE END
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What an amazing spray of milk!
Okay, so I'm not too sure where this goes, it's not essentially a request. I'm looking for the name or more videos of a particular woman spraying her milk everywhere. I found the first video on YouTube of all places, there's also another one of her that's about 10 min long where she fills up I think 7 bottles while she's on the pump, and I think I've seen one other.
Not sure what links are allowed here, but here is one of her vids, YouTube..."v=QX1GK4oR4LY" goes after the /watch? bit (just copy/paste the bit in the quotes). (WARNING: the video link contains a sexy hot bitch spraying her milk absolutely fucking everywhere, it is a YOUTUBE link. If you don't want it on your YouTube history, watch it signed out.)
A name would be great or a link to an album or download with all her vids, but it's a longshot. I've googled bits of the transcript, physical and visual details in the video, anything I could think of, I cant find anything.
Thanks in advance and if the link isn't allowed or it's in the wrong section, please kindly let me know.
My sexy busty Maltese co worker Suzanne! My god is absolutely sexy and gets my cock so hard each day I see her which leaves me know choice but to masturbate in the work toilet and blow a big load for her! She definitely knows how to milk a horny guys cock! Feels so good spraying my cum all over the toilet and floor for her! I love her!;)
I confess I am an 48 year old man who loves nursing on my girlfriends big tits, and calling her mommy. she plays along and tells me things like drink mommys milk, and if I am a good boy I get to spray cum on mommy her favorite place is all over her back.She tells me to smell mommys dirty pussy and I push my nose against her panty covered pussy and she smashes my face hard against it, than she says clean mommy and I lick her until she cums.When I am ready she tells me to cum for mommy and that I am her big boy.
It was one of those shit days at the office. The incompetence of management was setting in, you know the type of incompetence; last minute shit that could have been planned weeks if not months ago.
My office is on the ground level, the windows are tinted with reflective glass so I can see everyone walking on the sidewalk or whoever is coming into the building. I noticed a minivan pull up and this woman start fumbling through her purse. She was pretty. Low cut top, cleavage, Hispanic. Her hair was in a ponytail but still was long enough to reach the middle of her back. She was thin but had a little tummy, most likely from having a kid. Eventually she got out of her vehicle and headed toward my office. Her tits giggling, damn – she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. Sweet! I wanted to take her picture but she made it to the door really quick. Now, I work on the first floor so people always make mistakes and open the door to my office. She did too. The door opened.
“Hi, I’m here to pay my husband’s dues,” she said with a very sweet voice. She dropped her keys on the floor and bent over to pick them up. When she came back up one of her beautiful breasts was exposed. My mouth was on the fucking floor, my eyes locked on the glorious tit that was right in front of me.
I reflect back on it now and it was one of those “slow motion” moments that you will never forget.
“Um, ma’am,” I said and looked down, now thinking, “oh fuck I could lose my job.”
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry!” I looked up and she was covering it back up. Her face was red and I am sure mine was too.
I looked directly into her eyes, our eyes were locked. Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever had that feeling – where you know for a fact that you could ‘hit that,’ but I had that feeling. Maybe it was just an instant crush – but it was like we were looking into each other’s souls. Weird, I know. We just fucking met but my pheromones were all like, “oh hell yeah bro, she’s into you – you can hit that pussy.”
Her face turned even redder.
“Due payments are upstairs,” I said still blushing, still looking her right in the eyes. My eyes wandered to her full red painted lips, her chin, her neckline… her breasts – and quickly back up to her eyes again. She noticed.
“Hey, thank you. I’m sorry about… well you know…” she said with a shy smile, she was inviting me into a conversation about her tits. I obliged.
“I don’t need any sexual harassment suits going on here, but you have absolutely nothing to be sorry or ashamed about,” I said with a smile.
“Thanks,” she murmured and turned around to open the door. That ass. Damn. I was erect as hell, sitting behind my desk watching this goddess walk out of my office.
I heard her climb the stairs; she was up there for quite a long time. I was getting a little nervous. That is all I needed was this woman telling my bosses that I was looking at her tits. Eventually she came back down but I didn’t hear the front door open and I didn’t see her leave. She was standing outside my office, right by the door. For what seemed (to me) an eternity she stood there. I heard her keys giggling in her hands, her shoes shuffling on the floor and finally a light knock on my door.
“It’s open,” I called.
She opened the door and didn’t want to look at me for some reason, her eyes focused on the ground, or when she looked up, she looked past me – she didn’t want to make eye contact. My heart was racing like crazy.
Now, I’m all alone on the first floor of this building. The only cameras are upstairs and there are only 3 other people working here usually.
I didn’t know what to say to her, awkward silence. I have to keep this professional.
“What can I help you with?”
“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” she said and started to turn around to leave.
“No, what is it?”
“Did you feel that connection we had?” She asked, now she was looking into my eyes again. Fuck. She’s married, I’m married. I have permission to have fun. She most likely does not.
“Absolutely, I did,” I told her.
“What time do you get out of work?”
“In about two hours, but I could take off early. What do you have in mind?”
“My husband is working out of state which is why I had to come in and pay his dues… “
HOLY FUCK.
No fucking way this is happening to me, this never ever fucking has happened to me in my entire existence. This is bullshit; this is a fucking setup (that is what I was thinking).
“Let’s go out for coffee, let me call up stairs,” So I did.
I followed her to a Dunken Donuts (yeah, weak coffee but she likes it). We chatted there for about three hours. Her sister was babysitting her kids, so she was free to do whatever she wanted until about 6pm. I laughed because I told her that my wife gets off work at 6pm but I could call her and tell her what was up.
She seemed shocked.
“Your wife lets you fuck around?”
So I told her about my wife, and that my wife had a girlfriend and that we sometimes go out and have fun on our own but that we’re both safe and secure in our sexuality and we’re both the primary focus and everyone else is secondary.
Information began to flow freely from her sexy lips. Turns out before she was married she had threesomes and even foursomes with women, she’s been in orgies. My mouth was on the floor. She even said, “I’ve been with 37 guys, you’ll be 38.”
I don’t believe in slut shaming, not one bit. If a woman wants to fuck, good for her – just means more men will get some pussy in their life. Hell, even in my open marriage I can only count that I’ve been with about 15 ladies. This woman was way ahead of me with notches on her belt lol.
Turns out she hates her husband, but being a Hispanic Catholic she didn’t want to disrupt her family life. He’s an abusive alcoholic. She’s one of those women who’s been hurt, bruised, hit, punched – calls the cops but doesn’t press charges.
“How old are you?” I asked her.
“29, and you?”
“44…”
“Looks like I got myself a daddy.”
Instant erection.
We decided to get a cheap ass hotel, $50 special and have fun for a few hours before we needed to get back to the real world.
We made out; my hand groped her sexy tits which turned out to be lactating. I licked and sucked on them, drank her milk, fingered her pussy. The foreplay was going on what seemed like forever.
“Fuck me,” she moaned.
I did. I mounted her and slid inside her hot warm pussy. It wasn’t super tight, but it was just right. I squeezed her tits as I pounded her, driblets of milk giggled on her tits with each thrust. Her hips swiveled with an erotic dance as we fucked. This was fucking beautiful.
“Let me ride you,” she moaned.
She hopped on me, I grabbed her tits and sucked on them. She bucked, swiveled and rode me like a pro. After 15 minutes, she was screaming and convulsing – her eyes rolling back. She went limp. WTF.
I freaked out. I checked her pulse, she was okay – she was still breathing. I moved her off me and put her head on a pillow, grabbed a pillow and elevated her legs. Shit. What do I do call 911??
I was up and about wondering what to do when I heard her moan. I was still naked.
“Are you okay?” I asked, “What happened??”
Her eyes slowly opened, “I pass out when I cum,” she whispered, “my body feels all tingly.”
I kissed her lips. She mounted me again and started doing her swivel hip maneuver which looked like she was belly dancing on my cock with her pussy. It felt perfect.
“Let me cum in you,” I said.
She didn’t answer but quickened her pace, leaned over and I felt her sexy tits bouncing on my chest as she bit my lip. I squeezed her tits and milk sprayed on my chest.
My cock was getting stiffer, and stiffer – testicles getting tighter with each and every plunge inside her. I grabbed her hair and stuck my tongue deep inside her mouth and felt my cock begin to spurt deep in her. This is when it got interesting. I felt her pussy actually tighten up around my shaft, like a suction machine that was meant to extract cum. She stroked it over and over with her pussy, milking every last eruption of cum from me.
We exchanged numbers, email addresses etc. I am definitely going to hook back up with this Hispanic raven haired babe.
I picked the wife up from work, got home and she was like, “hey, can you take a shower? You smell like sex.”
I looked at her, "I gotta confess, it was pretty good too." This was the first time I've ever had to milk some tits. Wife can't produce milk, and I felt a little left out on the whole lactation / sex thing. I plan to milk this woman's tits as often as I can, and I'm planning on asking her to be my girlfriend. She's a freak, so if she lets me take pictures - I will post them. Just cross your fingers and hope I wasn't just a notch in her belt and she continues on without me. :P
MY CHRISTMAS
MY CHRISTMAS STARTED BY A SUDDEN SURPRISE. I AWOKE TO MY MOTHER STANDING OVER ME. AS I OPENED MY EYES MY MOTHER GRABBED ME BY MY HAIR AND DRAGGED ME DOWN THE HALL INTO THE LIVING ROOM. TO AN EVEN MORE SURPRISE THE REST OF MY FAMILY WAS THERE, MY BROTHER, FATHER AND GRANDMOTHER. MY MOTHER THAN DRAGGED ME UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE AND MY FATHER BEGAN TO PULL DOWN HIS PANTS. FIRST HE PISSED ON ME WHILE I STRUGGLED TO GET UP. THE PISS BLINDED ME AND THEN FILLED MY MOUTH I NEARLY DROWNED, I COUGHED AND MY MOTHER PUSHED ME BACK DOWN TO THE FLOOR. MY FATHER THAN TURNED AROUND, I SAW HIS ASSHOLE OPEN LIKE A BROWN EYE, I SAW THE SHIT START TO CROWN, MY MOTHER HELD MY MOUTH OPEN AS HIS SHIT CAME SLOWLY IN MY MOUTH. THE SMELL WAS TOO MUCH TO BARE BUT THE TASTE OVER POWERED THE SMELL, I TRIED TO COUGH IT OUT BUT MY MOTHER KEPT PUSHING IT BACK IN.
I THOUGHT THIS WAS HE END BUT IT ONLY BECAME THE BEGINING FOR MY BROTHER THAN PULLED DOWN HIS PANTS AND BEGAN TO SHIT ON MY PUSSY WHILE MY FATHER SAT ON MY FACE HOLDING UP MY LEGS. I FELT HE'S WARM SHIT PILLING INSIDE MY PUSSY. MY MOTHER THAN GRABBED A 12 INCH DILDO AND SHOVED IT UP MY PUSSY AS SHIT GUSHED OUT ON THE SIDES OF THE DIDO. WHEN MY FATHER GOT OFF OF MY FACE I HAD A THICK COVERING IF SHIT ALL ON MY FACE AND MY NOSE WAS FILLED WITH SHIT. MY GRANDMOTHER THAN TOOK OFF HER DIAPER FILLED WITH SHIT AND WIPED IT ACROSS MY FACE COLLECTING THE SHIT INTO THE DIAPER. THAN SHE MADE ME WEAR THE DIAPER AND SIT IN IT AS SHE USED MY HAIR TO WIPE HER ASS CLEAN. MY MOTHER STARTED TO FILL HER ASSHOLE WITH MILK AND THAN SHE SPRAYED MY FACE WITH HER MILK. IT FELT LIKE SUCH A RELIEF UNTIL HER SHITTED SPRAYED OUT AFTER.
FINALLY EVERYONE SAT AROUND LIKE NORMAL AND OPEN THERE GIFTS WHILE MY FATHER SAT ON ME STILL GIVING OUT A LITTLE SHIT ON ME.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
I got back from my ex’s place a while ago (and yes, “we did”, just to relive old times and see if we could beat old records), and we were talking about the good times, and the *very* good times. One time really stood out to us, and I thought I’d share. I had to go to her place anyway to place to pick something up from her roommates, but I decided to check in with her. I’m used to just walking into her room anyway. She sometimes had her music on too loud to hear anybody at her door anyway, and usually her “if door’s locked, fuck off” rule didn’t apply to me anyway. If she had her music on too loud to hear someone knocking on her door, and I was there, I could usually just text her to see if she’s doing something, and she’d let me in.
That night was different. Rather than text, I went another route entirely. By then, we had already broken up, but we were still friends. We met online but broke up before we ever got to the point where we could meet, so that was actually the first time we fucked. That was the first opportunity I had to really get her alone, to get her vulnerable, and how vulnerable was she? She had her room door locked since she still lived with a couple of others. She had her music blasting and her eyes closed, and she was rubbing the ever-loving fuck out of her pussy.
I managed to sneak into her room without her noticing with a key that she’d sent me a few months earlier, when we were still dating, and I locked the door again behind me. I didn’t want anyone to ruin what I was thinking for either of us.
Oh god, she looked amazing. My tall blonde beauty, so tone and firm, spread out on her bed, fingers glistening in her sweet juices. The towel beneath her looked like it was soaked when I crawled up between her legs. Really, half of her bed ended up drenched in sweat by the end, but the sheets weren’t nearly as bad as the towel. She later told me she’d been keeping herself on the edge for 20-30 minutes (she’d lost track in the confusion) and was just about to finish when I’d moved up. From like an inch away, I could already feel heat on my lips, and she was burning hot; I could already taste the sweetness of her juices on my tongue from an inch away, my dick was already rock hard, and I could not resist any longer.
I timed it just right (or at least, I tried to), so that in one motion, I could both extend my tongue to her clit and bury two fingers tightly bound together in a twisting motion into her sopping wet hole.
When I did, I felt my head being locked into a vice between her legs, her pussy felt like it was trying to break and devour my fingers. Then we locked eyes, oh those lovely blue eyes of hers, how they always reminded me of the blue skies on a sunny day. I gave her a smile as best as I could with my tongue half out and head being slightly crushed, and I swear, her pussy was getting tighter and wetter by the second while her legs went almost completely limp. She’d lost all control once she panicked, and it was like a levee broke free, she came so hard and squirted so much and so hard that even 5 years later, I can still remember it so clearly, it felt like someone was spraying me in the mouth with a really strong garden hose. I almost had to stop because I had trouble breathing, but I didn’t want to disappoint her for our first time together, so I kept going.
I could feel every muscle in her body contract simultaneously, and it seemed to hit in waves of 3-4 times, set apart by about 2 seconds where she’d relax between them. I think if she didn’t live on the basement floor, she might have alarmed the neighbors with her moans and initial scream. After the first scream, her breathing became very, very heavy, and it honestly sounded like she couldn’t help but gasp for breath every few seconds. One of her housemates definitely heard her, and she started pounding on the door asking her if everything was alright. It was all she could do to moan “uh huh”. Her friend asked her to do that again so she could be sure she was alright. I’m thinking “Just fuck off already, please. I know she’s your friend, but she’s clearly got something going on in here”.
She eventually accepted the second “uh huh” and said ‘have fun’. Oh, we were, but… both my hands busy, left hand massaging her tits and right hand giving her pussy the twister, and that left me thinking “I probably should have taken my cock out before I started this” as it started trying to painfully escape my pants. She locked fingers with my hand on her boob at some point, and I knew she was responding too well to my fingers in her pussy to pull them away, so I suffered with it for a minute (that felt like a fucking eternity). I could feel her muscles start to relax a bit, and her breathing got a bit more regular, but I didn’t really want to wait anymore for her to fully recover. I stopped massaging her boobs long enough to pull my dick out, and it felt so fucking good to finally not be straining against my pants.
Once I’d freed the beast, it only took me a second to hop up on the bed and replace my fingers with my rock-hard dick, her right leg over my right shoulder. I kept looking at her eyes, and though she looked like she was about to panic again when she saw me line it up, I waited until I saw a slight nod (it may have just been a tremor in the bed for all I knew, and I would have taken it as a sign that she was into it. I just couldn’t wait any longer). She later told me that for the first 30 seconds of our “second act”, she would have considered it rape under any other circumstances since she really couldn’t have said ‘no’ even if she’d wanted to, but that if I ever wanted to ‘rape’ her again under those circumstances to just take anything but a scream or a kick to the face as a sign of consent.
Her face though, after the initial stroke, her eyes rolled back underneath her eyelids, and she started tightening up again, as if her pussy was just waiting for my dick to start milking it. I could hear her moans and groans slowly becoming gasps for breath a little with every stroke. I’d occasionally slow down every so often so we could catch our breaths. She had to get used to this arrangement, because I wasn’t going to be finished for another 5 minutes. I could have held for longer, but I began to feel too much like I was just using her as a fuck toy. I did still, and do still love her. I couldn’t just ‘fuck’ her like that.
I wanted her to still look back on that night as a good thing, so as I got closer, the pace sorta changed from just animalistic and raw sex to an almost sensual ‘making love’ pace. We were still so into it that it didn’t click that I’d been cumming inside of her until we’d done it again a few more times. Even then, we didn’t have any condoms, but we felt the damage had been done, so we just kept going.
We’re still friends to this day. Some would say we’ve been in an open relationship ever since we first started dating since we just hook up whenever we’re bored, horny, or just need some company.
I love rough nipple play and I also miss lactating. I got a couple drops out but I miss playing with them and having milk spray everywhere.
Hey, I'd post the texts but the mods delete them for some reason.
So I've never had a girl call me "daddy" - I always thought it was kind of a strange thing to do and it wasn't really part of my kink. So my girl texts me:
"Hey daddy, can't wait for you to come home bb."
I just laughed, she's always kind of trying to push limits.
"Oh you're in trouble little lady."
She replied back with "😈"
And then: "well - I hate doing this over the phone, daddy."
I was confused, my mind spun and I was like, wth is going on - is she breaking up with me?
Then she texted, "you're gonna be a daddy," and took a nude selfie.
She's petite as fuck, 4ft 10in and 85lbs - highly flexible - her and I hit it off immediately when we started dating. Then we got married, and it's been one hell of a great ride.
My heart stopped for a second, it hit me: I got my girl pregnant! We've actually been trying for a good 4 months - like daily creampies. idk why I am even posting this shit... lol. Just happy I guess.
I'm 28, she's 22. We've fucked around with couples, she's bi - only will fuck the ladies and me.
"Looks like we gotta stop swinging eh?"
"Nope, maybe after - we'll see. My tits are gonna be so fucking big."
"Yup, and full of milk."
"You better drink some of it."
"You better spray some of it on me."
"Damn, daddy... come home from work soon."
I kind of like her calling me daddy lol. I think she deserves a good spanking tho, bed her over spank her milky white ass and bust a nut in her.
The Best Tinder Date I've Ever Had!
So I was bored, haven't had sex in a while since I broke up with my psychotic ex-girlfriend and decided to go on Tinder. I swiped and swiped, wasn't matching at all with anyone. I actually was doing this for a few days and almost gave up - but I matched with this beautiful raven-haired beauty.
As I swiped through the endless sea of faces on Tinder, I finally came across a woman who caught my eye. She had long, raven-black hair, pale skin, and deep red lipstick that made her lips look absolutely irresistible. I couldn't help but swipe right and hope that she would match with me.
To my delight, she did. We started chatting and quickly hit it off. She told me that she was a bit of a wild child, and that she was currently in an open relationship with her girlfriend. This piqued my interest even more, and I knew that I had to meet her in person.
We made plans to meet at a cozy little bar in the city that night. I arrived early and took a seat at the bar, my heart racing with anticipation. When she walked in, I could barely contain my excitement. She was even more beautiful in person, with her dark hair tied neatly into a bun and her eyes smoldering with desire.
We ordered a couple of drinks and started getting to know each other better. She told me about her adventurous lifestyle and her love for trying new things. I could tell that she was a bit of a risk-taker, and I found that incredibly attractive.
As the night went on, the sexual tension between us grew. I could feel the electricity in the air, and I knew that she felt it too. We both absolutely acknowledged we had a deep connection, and we barely knew each other. We decided to leave the bar and go back to her place since her girlfriend was out of town.
As soon as we got there, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. We kissed passionately, our bodies entwined as we fell onto the bed. She whispered in my ear, telling me how much she had been wanting this and how much she craved feeling the touch of an “attractive man”.
We spent the night exploring each other's bodies, our passion burning brighter with each moment. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I spread her legs open and licked her nicely shaven pussy until she came all over my face. She pushed me over and mounted me, I told her I should use a condom but she smirked, “I like to take risks, and I haven’t had cum inside me for ages. I'm bisexual but my girlfriend is a full on dyke lesbian - and a girl has needs...”
I've never been ridden the way she rode my cock before. Looking into my eyes passionately, grabbing my dick with her hand and gently placing the tip at the entrance of her warm, wet tight cunt she slowly slid me in. Her lips met mine as I felt her pussy clench my cock. Her lovely breasts bounced on my chest with every thrust of her hips. She rode my cock like a pro, begging for my cum. At first I was questioning if I should - but my instincts kicked in, "breed her."
I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my entire life. She kept clenching my cock with her muscles, milking me as I exploded over and over. Volcanic eruptions of hot white cum sprayed deep inside her as she moaned, "yes! YES FILL MY PUSSY! Kitty needs her milk!"
She grabbed me by the neck and kissed my lips, "I fucking needed that..." and she rolled over in the bed. It took a while to recuperate from such an intense orgasm, so I laid there cuddling with her for a good 20 minutes. I didn't know if I was wearing out my welcome so I decided to get up and start getting dressed.
"Leaving so soon? You're welcome to stay the night."
So I did, I stayed.
In the morning, we woke up tangled in the sheets, still basking in the afterglow of our steamy encounter. As I was getting ready to leave her lips wrapped around my cock and she gave me a nice going away BJ. We both knew that this was just the beginning of something special. I left her apartment with a smile on my face, already looking forward to our next date.
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