They’d paddle boarded out to the quiet cove at deep dusk. To watch the stars come out, he’d said, his tone just a touch of yearning to it. Who didn’t want to be yearned after, really? It was warm, bumping towards the deeper heat of summer. Out here in the mid-Atlantic, the bay had thousands of small inlets and shoals for a pair of young lovers to slip away to. She’d agreed, albeit a tad reluctantly. She liked paddle-boarding, and she liked the water, but at night, the inky blackness above and below kind of freaked her out a little. But he’d convinced her that there was nothing like laying back on the board and watching the stars bloom across the night sky.

She clung to her board trying to figure out where it all went wrong. She was going to die, and all because she wouldn’t fuck Steven.  They’d played a bit in the water; the setting sun did not dispel the muggy heat of the day. But the play had turned darker, as he’d snagged her bikini top, freeing her generous breasts. He’d felt her up, pinching her nipples and trying to suck one, before she’d broken free, swimming to her board.

“Stop, just stop. I don’t want to have sex with you out here. Steven…noo!”

She’d yelped as he dove underwater, grappled with her legs to tear her bottoms off.  Bursting through the water, he’d flung them far away, catching her ankle as she tried to go after them.

“C’mon,” he’d whined. Now it wasn’t appealing at all. Now she was mad, naked, and trying to keep this asshole from molesting her.

“No. No, no no. You took my stuff. Go get it. I’m NOT going to fuck you. I’m done with you. I had no idea that having a date under the stars was synonymous for netflix and chill. No.”

At her urging, he moved off to find her top. In the dark, she lost sight of him quickly.

“Good luck finding your way home, naked whore!”

His words, from somewhere off in the distance terrified her.

“Come back here! You can’t leave me out here alone…”

“Just. Fucking. Did.”

And that was why she was now sitting on her board, naked, with no way to easily get back to where she started from. Far off in the distance were lights from one of the small towns, but out here, the lights were blocked by the trees that grew right to the waters edge. At some time during their wrangling, her paddle had floated away. Or the bastard had taken it.

She cried a little. Then lay back on her board and looked up. She gasped. The sky was alive with lights. The haze of the Milky Way shone down on her, the hues of stars just filling the air from horizon to horizon. The waves rocked her tenderly, and she almost fell asleep-until the cool water slipping over her skin woke her.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed, her heart racing. She’d rather be awake when she drowned. Then she frowned. Maybe. Maybe not? There was a quandary to be thought about.  She shivered. The cold water was wrapped around her legs, stealing her body heat. She swore she could feel the press of the cold against her vagina.

keep your heat as long as possible, she thought, clamping her thighs together. She shrieked. Something cold and rubbery was between her thighs. A piece of sargasso maybe. It was moving in the water, rubbing at her slit. A flick across her clit. She shivered again. Must be the water moving it. It could not be..not be…

A sharp thrust could not be mistaken for seaweed moving in the ebb and flow of the ocean. Her mouth opened as the cold thickness speared into her pussy. Suddenly she was wrapped in cold rubbery arms, her skin feeling the pricking of tiny …what was it? Not claws, nor needles, but definitely something puncturing her skin, holding on, squeezing her.

Warmth poured through her. She felt flushed, drowsy, then utterly relaxed. The thing moving between her thighs moved deeper into her cunt, but she didn’t even worry about it. She was floating, filled and flowing with the water. Her back arched as a powerful orgasm jolted through her, like lightning on a stormy night.

Gasping, she became just a bit more aware. Her ass was being pried apart, and her nipples had dozens of tiny strings wrapped around them. She was covered in  rubbery bits, but the hold felt comforting. Soothed, she floated.

It thrust into her, fucking her harder and deeper than she’d ever been taken before. Her cunt was stretched so wide she thought she might burst. Her anus was full, her ass should be screaming from the pain. She’d tried anal once, and hated it. But the intense fullness was accompanied by such a rush of wanting, the desire for it to keep fucking her, never stop fucking her pussy and ass. For her tits to be sucked or filled-whatever it was doing to her, to never ever stop.

In the water around them, a glowing luminescence filled the water as the beast jetted it’s junk into her open womb. She shrieked as a particularly hard thrust jammed into and through her cervix. She didn’t feel the eggs being deposited there, didn’t feel the saturation of cum that fertilized them. Nor did she know that 6 weeks from now, she’d be back in the ocean, driven by the instinct the beast had laid into her, to return to the water to birth his young.

The egg carrier was pleased. Humans made the best egg holders. He jetted more cum into her belly, bloating her. She squeaked, shuddered, arching with her own paroxysms. His sex juice made her accept him, made her crave his filling her. He understood some of her strange noises. The ‘fuck meee”  meant more motion in her baby channel. He was happy to oblige. His penis enjoyed female humans the best. Their baby channels were hot and juicy, his penis slicked up and through their holes, as they greedily took all his juices.

He speared her nipples deeply, just for the enjoyment of feeling her body convulse around him. She was so full of his sex juice he could pierce her body through the entire dark time. He swam lazily as he fucked her, enjoying every orgasm wracking her. When she was no longer conscious, he kept her head above water, but continued to drive in and out of her pussy and ass. She was trembling constantly now, the overload of juices in her system setting her into overdrive.

For a short time he was fiercely viscous in his pounding of her soft holes. It made his penises feel so good , making her squeal and shudder on them. As the moon set, and the first faint tinges of dawn began to spill over the edges of the sea, he pushed her up upon the sand. Soon she would awaken, and move onto the land and human things.

But in a short while, she’d be back, with his babies wriggling in her belly, anxious to be born, anxious to drink their first and only drink of human milk. And he would fuck her one last time before taking his offspring out to the deep green ocean.


The Window- View 1

If she had the leverage, she would have kicked the wall. Hanging over the window sill, half-way in, half-way out of the house, she had given up all hope of rescue until her husband got home from work. The sun shone on the back of her legs, heating her up. She’d have the strangest sunburn, one that was growing more uncomfortable by the minute.


If only she’d thought to check the lock before going outside to clean the pool. If only she’d hung a spare door  key in the garage like she was always saying she was going to do. If only she hadn’t decided to boost herself up onto the window sill, popping the screen, and had the inner window casing fall. Thank the powers that be that she’d been able to reach behind and catch it before it fell upon her back–thinking that she could be laying stuck here with a broken back had terrified her for hours. The old window was too big and heavy to lift from this position, wedged against the small of her back.

Carl was going to shit himself laughing, when he saw her bikini-clad ass hanging out the window this way.

A hand stroked across her nearly bare bottom, startling her from her thoughts.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

The voice was distorted by the window resting against her body. Too fatigued from the uncomfortable position to lift her torso and see who was rubbing her butt, she moaned.

“Thank god. Can you lift up the window and help me out?”

There was no answer. Had she imagined it? Was there no one there after all? Her legs were suddenly kicked apart, and she realized what was about to happen.

“No! No you can’t…”

But the head of his cock rubbed her inner thigh in denial.

yes,” it seemed to whisper, “yes I can….”

Fingers tugged the small bit of fabric to one side, before stroking at her slit. Her ass and pussy were hot from the relentless sun beating down on them.  The seeking fingers lifted away. She tried to wriggle, to kick out, but her belly hurt from laying over the windowsill for so long and her legs were nearly numb. The reprieve was momentary; she felt something wet rubbing against her hot pink flesh. A tongue. His tongue! He was licking her. She didn’t mean to moan when the arrow of his tongue stabbed into her cunt hole. She hadn’t meant to respond when the seeking tip of muscle flicked at her clit. Long lapping strokes along her slit were followed by short quick stabs into her. She whimpered now, feeling the undeniable stirrings of need growing in her pussy. He suckled her clit like a baby sucks on a bottle, until she shrieked and shivered and came hard. The tongue lapped at her, long after it was comfortable. Her clit throbbed in the aftermath of her orgasm, yet he kept lapping. When she came again, she nearly fainted at the overwhelming rawness. Two orgasms?  She’d never had two orgasms back to back in her life. Fingers slipped inside her cunt, fucking into her as the sucking lips gobbled at her aching clitoris.

“Goddddddd,” she screamed, feeling the sudden spurting from deep in her belly. She swore she felt him laugh against her pussy. She lay collapsed over the window frame, shaken by the fierceness of the orgasms he’d sucked out of her. The heat of him moved away from her cunt, and part of her wanted to cry with the loss. This did not resemble any account of ‘rape’ that she’d ever read before. What rapist gave his victim orgasms? More than her husband had in the last month, even?

Hands grabbed at her thighs, lifting her legs into the air as the seeking prick slid into her opening.


She yelped, feeling the size of his rod and the not-ready-for-something-that-big tightness of her cunt. Still, her cunt, now desperately wanton,  only needed a few strokes before it welcomed the punishing, brutal thrusts. She’d never been fucked like this before. Despite the overload of orgasms, she felt her pussy clench around his surging cock, felt the quiver growing inside, until it burst. The pounding grew harder, grinding into her as she came. Again she thought he laughed, but he didn’t speak another word as his body filled her. Through the window there were only faint grunts and the slapping sound of a man’s body against hers, and the squeaky rattle of the window frame wiggling against her back. There was no counting the number of times her cunt clenched on the intruding cock, wetting him, slicking the hot tunnel he was pounding with her juices. The fingers on her thighs tightened, pulled her back hard into the last thrusts, rubbing her back against the bottom of the window as he ground into her. Knowing he was coming was a relief, but her pussy pulsed with its own needs now.

When he pulled away the sound was wet and syrupy and loud enough to be heard through the window glass. Legs falling uselessly against the siding, she whimpered. The window opened suddenly. Hands lifted her legs, pushed her inside. The window fell with a thunk as she lay on the floor, stunned. She’d just had the best fuck of her life.  She half-crawled to the window to see who it might have been.

There was no one there. But his come was deep in her belly.



In Full View

They pulled up in front of the small freestanding ATM. The tiny kiosk was glass-walled, with two service units, one to the front, one in the back. She sat, looking at the booth, then glanced back at her husband.

“You go. I want to read the paper. Rough day at work.”

She rolled her eyes. Of course she’d be the one to go into the ATM. As if  her husband could be fucking bothered. Even as she shut the door-she admired her self-restraint in not slamming it-he’d picked up the paper and was nose-deep in final four stats.


She used her keycard to open the door. Or more accurately, to try to open the door. Figures. Access denied. She always had a problem with this particular ATM, which is why she had suggested the one at the mall. But no. This one was “on the way” and the mall was out of their direction of travel. Bastard. With a sigh of annoyance, she moved to the back of the small glass building and slid her card into the port. Thank gawd, this time it worked. She glanced quickly at the man who was also approaching. He wasn’t looking at her, intent on freeing his card from his wallet. He was well dressed, a nice gray suit, and definitely didn’t look like someone who would try to rob her. She slipped into the tiny lobby, and pushed her card into the slot.

She silently cursed her husband, as her toes throbbed. Fucking asshole. As if walking around for almost nine hours in stiletto’s wasn’t painful enough, he made her pay for the Chinese take-out they were going to have for supper.

Hands landed on her hips.

“I’m not here to rob you, keep doing what you’re doing. You’ve got a fine ass. Wonder if that hubby of yours has ever fucked you in public? Wonder if he’ll even take his nose out of the paper while his wife is in here, getting fucked from behind, while she makes her withdrawal?”

The voice was rich, cultured. She tried to think if she’d seen Suit Man walk past to the front of the ATM. She didn’t remember.

She felt his hands exploring her ass, lifting her skirt. Why didn’t she scream? She must be paralyzed with fear. Her heart was racing, her fingers moving slowly over the keypad.

“That’s a good girl, keep punching in those numbers. I’m only interested in your cunt.”

The  dirty word made her shiver. Her breasts tingled, pressing hard nipples against her 18-hour bra. How much money was she supposed to take out? She couldn’t seem to remember, as his hands cruised her bottom, and the hot place between her thighs.  Numbers flew in circles in her head as her panties were pushed to the side.

“Stick that ass out. That’s right. Arch your back and let me see your titties reflected in that screen. Nice. Perky little nipples. Good girl. Not a sound. Just the sound of my dick sliding into your slit. Wet. Hot.”

With a single push he was inside of her. Fingers grabbed the hair at the back of her head, arching her further. She felt the hardness of him filling her, the unseen stranger with his cock in her pussy.

He withdrew, then slid home again, this time going balls-deep, fully buried in her. He hit her cervix, making her whimper.

“Finish your transaction while I fuck your cunt. You might consider shaving down here, I can feel your bush. Smooth pussies are so much more … inviting.”

His words send shivers down her spine. Swallowing hard, she refused to admit that she was feeling pleasure, yet her hips pushed back into his thrusts.

Her fingers moved over the keypad. Fifty. Fifty dollars would do it.

He pushed hard, his balls making a slapping sound as they banged her. As he banged her. Searching fingers tugged her pussy hair, making her wince.

“Definitely shave this shit.”

Gawd, she was going to cum.

The machine spit out two twenties and a ten, then chirruped as it printed her receipt.

His finger rubbed her clit and she arched in pleasure, feeling her cunt convulsing around the invading cock. His hands slid to her hips, squeezing hard as he spurted.

“Leave my cum in there.”

Tugging the crotch of her panties across her drooling pussy, he patted her bottom. She heard the door open.

“Don’t forget your money.”

The door shut as she snatched up her bills. She saw him move past the glass walls, moving to the front machine, heard the door on that side open and close. Leaning to the side, she saw her husband still reading the paper.

Trembling, she moved out of the small building, trying to see the face of the man who had just fucked her. As she passed, he turned for one moment, and smiled. She dropped her gaze and hurried to the car, her pussy full of the grinning man’s juice.


he growled against my ear, barely audible against the panicked beat of my heart.

“shut your fucking piehole. Not a fucking sound. Got it?”

His hand, fisted into the hair at the nape of my neck tightened. I nodded, though the movement cost me. I felt the prick of tears in my eyes, even as I heard buttons pinging against the cracked linoleum floor. It smelled back here, this old, unused room was once a kitchen but was now just a storehouse of eclectic junk.

It was also the room I was about to be fucked in.

He tugged me across the room, bent me over a cold, sheet metal table. The stainless steel was gritty with dirt; I felt it grinding into the skin of my right cheek as he pressed my head against the unyielding surface.

“Don’t fucking move,” he hissed, and I heard the sound of his fly. I shuddered, but remained still. My arms were behind me as he’d ordered me, my tits were starting to fall free of my now-buttonless blouse, and my hair was coming out of my once-tidy French braid.

There was a tug and my skirt was pulled up and over my ass, and my pantyhose pulled down to bare my bottom. He rubbed the roundness there, then rough fingers probed at my exposed holes.

I expected his cock to thrust into me, rutting through his hunger. But instead, his fingers played along my folds. Caresses and pinches as he fingered my slit, and the unbelievable sensation of him rubbing my clit.  I wanted to moan with the pleasure.

I was being taken advantage of. Someone had let it be known that I liked sex. Loved sex. It was scrawled on the wall of the teacher’s bathroom, as if we were the kids, not the leaders.

“Justina loves sex. Force her and she’ll love ya for it.”

It has been erased within the hour. Sure, I could have traced the lipstick. Found the perp, as they say on those tv cop shows. But instead, Mr. Williams was preparing to complete a quadratic triangle on my pussy.

When he pinched my swelling clit, I came, hard.

“So, it’s true. You do cum buckets.” His voice was low. There weren’t many teachers left in the building this late on Friday. But I’d had paperwork to finish, and the big copier was just on the other side of the old kitchen door, in the new office.

His big fingers slid up into my sodden tunnel, gliding easily along the trail of wetness.  He filled me, fucked me, banging me with his hand. I came again, embarrassed by the sounds of wet splatter on the linoleum.

His hands gathered on my hips as he pulled me back and onto his cock at last. It was thick, and he was quite firm in bucking it into me.  I don’t think I’ve ever had a cock that thick inside me before this,  but it didn’t make me want to fight it off. No, it made me want to press harder back on it.

Those words on the bathroom wall were true. I liked to be fucked. The harder, the meaner, the better. He began to piston into my pussy, and I moaned softly. He struck me between my shoulder blades. My lip banged on the table, my teeth biting it.

The copper taste of blood in my mouth told me my lip was split, before the soft ache came. All my attention was focused on my cunt. On the cock working to split me in half. It hurt, the hard, relentless thrusts.

And it felt so fucking good.

I pressed back, wanting more. His hand found one breast, grabbing it and growling. I winced at the pinching grip, as his fingers found and rolled my nipple. I reared up a bit, but the grip was unrelenting.

He fucked faster.

He fucked deeper, way up into my belly. There was growling again, but this time I think it came from me.

I came again, the wet spatter on the floor even louder than the slap of his balls against me.

He pulled me abruptly off the table, and to my knees on the dirty, wet floor. There was a grunt and a hot splash on my left tit. Another spurt on my cheek, another almost in my eye. It stung and I groaned. He slapped me, hard.

When I opened my eyes again, cheek throbbing, he was gone.

It was only me, and my cum-soaked face, tits, and floor. Rising unsteadily, I tugged up my panties, and went in search of a mop.

Before I left,  I found my purse tipped over. My favorite red lipstick was tucked inside with a note taped to it.

“You’re welcome.”



I feel your eyes following the curve of my denim-covered ass. It’s a nice, round bottom, and the jeans are tight enough that you, staring as you are, can almost see the crack that splits my two moons. I probably shouldn’t be taking such pleasure in you staring at me this way, but what the fuck, right? Some flea-bitten, nowhere-ville in the middle of East Bumfuck? My ass is likely the sweetest thing you’ve seen in these parts for a while.

I hook the gas nozzle back up, after filling my tank, and saunter, slowly, into the tiny store attached to the gas station. Some gum and a cola would be nice. No chips, they’re bad for your heart. I feel the strain in my bladder. Heading up to the front where the cashier-boy waits, I grab a twin-pack of cupcakes instead. I toss my long hair over my shoulder, smile sassy-like at him. I can almost feel his stiffy growing behind the counter. Poor little man. He’s gonna have dirty undies tonight!

“You gotta bathroom?” I ask, passing him a fiver for my stuff.

“Out back.” He passes me my change, and I watch his raw Adam’s apple move in his throat with little jerky motions.

“Round the corner there?” I point.

“yup. You’re gonna need a key.”

“You got the key, then?” I feel the insistent press of urine. He hands me the key as he stares at my tits.

I drop my bag of stuff into the car before I head ’round the corner to get some relief. I bend over so the old guy sitting in the chair can see my ass real good. I hear the zing-ting of his tobacco juice hit the coffee can between his feet.

So. Fucking. Ugh. Dunno why men think chewing chaw is any better for ’em than smoking. Like yellow teeth and tongue cancer is a better option?

I have to fiddle with the key a bit. The door is heavy, and closes behind me with a thud. I flick on the switch, setting an overhead light to its bitter glow. The room is redolent with piss, the floor is sticky. I hope its toilet overflow but from the smell, I can guess that the two out front are not careful enough with their pee to aim. I lay a few precious sheets of tp on the seat.

Such relief! The hot gush of urine makes me shiver a bit, and the pleasure of the release is like a urine-orgasm. Not with the same kind of sensual overload as a sexual orgasm, but the feeling of release is a cousin.

Standing, I peel the paper off my thighs, and step gingerly up to the sink to wash. I’m just not going to touch the flusher. They can suck it up and deal with the piss pot full of my piss. Fucking neanderthals.

I wash my hands, and pull on the door.

Chaw-man is standing right fucking there.

“I moved your car round to the side here. You left your keys in it.”

My mouth opens, closes.


I step forward but he doesn’t step back, doesn’t allow me to pass. I press forward, my tits hitting his chest. He steps forward too,  easily pushing me back into the gross bathroom. The door shuts again with that same, heavy thunk. This time the sound is ominous.

Without a word, he grabs hunks of  hair from over each ear and pushes me down to the floor. I whimper and moan, but he ignores me.

“Unzip, and eat.”

I want to shake my head, but his grip on my hair is too tight. Instead, my hands shake as I reach up to release his cock. The smell of stale, male urine almost makes me retch. The smell is so shockingly intense, I can taste it in the back of my throat, and gagging, I try to recoil. Instead, he pulls my head closer.

The cock is thick and more than half-hard.

“Cock tease? You need to finish what you started out there. Get to work. You suck me off good, and I’ll let you go. I’m not happy and you’ll be hanging out here entertaining ‘guests’ for a few days until you perfect your sucking skills. How fast you learn is up to you.”

I look up at him, my eyes tearing at the pull of my hair, and his implied threat.

I open my mouth and use my tongue to coax him inside. My mouth is warm, and the taste of his piss makes me shiver. He does nothing, making it clear that I must do all the work, all the pleasing here. I curl my lips around his shaft, and suck gently. My tongue finds that weepy hole, and flicks across it before delving into it like a little drill.

He moans, but remains steady. I press my head forward and take more of him. My lips stretch out as his cock flares wider. I feel the head press against the back of my tongue and feel the gag. I can’t! I can’t press him any deeper.

He shimmies his hips forward just a bit, and buries the last bit in my throat. I gag, attempt to pull off, but for a moment, then two, he holds me there.

“Suck it” he growls.

I feel my cheeks concave as I pull air out and collapse my lips tight around his cock. My tongue cradles the thick rod, and at last he pulls back just a bit. I tip my head back, snatch a breath, then trace my tongue around the rim of his cockhead. Pulling my head back further, I close my lips around that helmet, and tug backwards, while sucking firmly. My fingers reach up to caress his ballsack, hanging there neglected.

I let my lips pop off his cockhead with an audible snap. He moans again.

I lap my way down the underside of his cock and his hands go limp in my hair. I notice my knees aching on the hard concrete, and the strong stench of urine as I bend to suckle his balls. I feel them tighten in response, and the twitch of his cock against my cheek.

Lapping my way back to the tip, I taste the sweetness of his pre-cum. I paint it on my lips like expensive gloss, then look up at him and smack my lips together. I lick it off, then bending, hold my lips tight together as I ram my mouth down on his rigid dick. His hips jerk and I feel the first spasm of cum.

A taste on my tongue, then he rips his cock from my mouth and jets his cream on my upturned face.

Holding onto the sink for support, he gruffly orders me to remove my jeans and panties, to sit on the toilet. I obey; what choice do I have? He leans over, fingers my pussy, grunts. Standing, he jets a stream of tobacco juice against my pussy, then tosses me my car keys.

The door shuts behind him, but not before I hear his last command.

“Don’t you fucking dare wash that off now, girl.”

It is disguising. Horrible. Embarrassing.

He felt my pussy, soaking with my own juice.

And added his own.

I dress hurriedly and get in my car. Before I reach the next town, I pull over to the side of the road and get myself off. Hands in my pants, I rub my clit until my burning pussy explodes. I take my hand out and smell it.

Pussy juice and tobacco.

I don’t wash my hand for a while, but I’m smiling as I drive into the sunset.


He walked down the quiet, tree-lined street, with his dog, Bruno.  He was a nice looking man, in great physical shape. His dog was similarly muscled, sleek-furred, and calm. Their demeanor clearly said “don’t fuck with us”, and their quiet confidence had caught the eye of more than one female driver.

He was looking for a mark, casing the neighborhood. The B & E’s he had committed over the last two years had gone unreported because he was extremely careful, very picky, and he had a secret weapon.  He patted Bruno’s head affectionately.

He made note of the middle-aged woman trimming her bushes on the side yard. No one else home, middle of the day. He’d be sure to case it again this evening to see if there was a Mr.Hedge Trimmer  who came home after 6 p.m.

He thought fondly back to a job he’d pulled in a town about 50 miles west of here. He’d not thought much about the double case-out, and if not for Bruno, would have been flat-out busted. He was earnestly fucking the woman he had robbed, had her tied on the bed and watching the dog with fear in her eyes. Dayam that turned him the fuck on. Then back door had opened.

Thankfully, Bruno kept the gentleman of the house pinned in the corner when he came into the room. He’d gotten a  huge adrenaline  rush as he’d continued fucking the wife while the husband watched. And since he’d gotten so excited about it, he bent the Mr. over the end of the bed, and had a go fucking his ass, while Bruno stood guard near his head. The look in the wife’s eyes as he’d plumbed that fat ass near her feet had kept him in jerk-off fantasy fodder for a month. Even now, months later, he could get hard just remembering.

***   ***   ***

She sat up with a start. Had she been dreaming? Or had she heard something. It wasn’t uncommon for her dreams to wake her.  But no…she thought she could barely hear something   from downstairs. Could be coons in the trash cans out back, that wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.  She didn’t bother dressing. Coons wouldn’t care if she was naked.

She stepped into the kitchen and froze when she heard the menacing growl. Not a coon. A dog. And by the wee bit of light coming in the window from the moon, a giant of a dog at that.

“Easy boy.” She didn’t hold out her hand, not yet. Not with the menacing gleam of  teeth in moonlight.  She heard the squeak of the floor in the dining room a moment before she felt the presence of someone, behind her in the doorway.


His voice was deep, and she shivered. She was naked, and a strange man was standing behind her. She was in shadow but still. She stiffened as she felt the smoothness of a gloved hand slip over her hip and around the curve of her bottom.

“Well, I’ve never been greeted in quite this way before.”

She shivered again. And, annoyingly enough, she felt a tiny curl of lust uncoil in her belly. She’d had dark fantasies for years. But had never ever ever thought of enacting them. She’d read somewhere that 82% of all women have rape fantasies. She was comfortable enough with the statistic to call herself normal and move on with her life.

She heard a shifting behind her, and the sudden prod of his cock against the cleft of her ass.

“Bend over and grab your ankles, slut.”

She didn’t move.


At the firm tone, the dog moved forward until he was inches away from her. She shrank back, feeling that cock press into the small space between her thighs, laying along her labia.

“Please…” she tried to stop the whimper; she had her pride, after all. She never wanted to be like those silly girls in those pseudo-romances, all squealing and tears, until, swooning, they  succumbed to “his” great lovemaking, and became his sex slave for life. Not, that was not her style at all.

Trouble was, that dog was scaring the piss out of her, and she wasn’t at all sure, just now, what her style was.

“Bruno, scent.”

In seconds the mans arms were around her, pulling her back to lean against him. She staggered, almost falling, and then felt it. The dog’s nose was buried in her pussy. It dragged along her clit, and there was …gods yes, his tongue was licking at her.

She moaned.

“Little whore. If you don’t follow directions, I’ll set him loose, and he’ll eat you. There’s nothing he likes better than the meat of pussy. Imagine those big teeth biting into your very vulnerable cuntlips, chewing them off, then lapping at you to get every tender bit.”

She moaned low in her throat. He wouldn’t. The dog wouldn’t. Would he?

“yes. okay.” she mumbled.

“Bruno. Stand away.”

Her heartbeat echoed dully in her head as the dog stepped back a few paces and sat. There was a sharp crack and she jumped as his hand slapped against her ass.

“You’ve been given an order, cunt. Obey.”

She bent, grasping her ankles. She felt humiliated, vulnerable, exposed.

The head of his cock pierced the fat lips of her pussy, finding and filling her hole in one stabbing thrust. He groaned.

“Nice, tight pussy.  And wet. You’re fucking cunt is wet, you old whore.”

He fucked her hard, using her hips to pull her back into his wicked thrusts. She felt it coming, her orgasm. She wanted to deny it. But as her cunt clamped down around his cock, there was no place to hide the fact that her body was enjoying the stimulation.  He pressed deeply into her, each thrust jarring her, threatening to tip her over.

He came, a fountain of juice that leaked out of her pussy as he ground his pelvis against her bottom.

“Don’t fucking move, cunt.”  He called the dog over, and she shuddered as she felt the wet tongue lapping at her pussy. He hit her clit, her lips, and darted to the entry of her hole, catching all the wetness there.

“On your knees, whore. Bruno wants his reward.”

“oh, no, no pleaseplease…” she cried, but at his sharp slap on her pussy, she all but fell to her knees.

She felt the dog behind her, clambering up. His claws scratched at her back, making her cry out, until he was positioned. His belly fur tickled her ass, her back and she felt the prodding poke of his penis. It hit her pussy, slid up to her asshole, as he tried to find a place to put it.

“Trouble, Bruno? Lemme help.”

She felt his hand probing her pussy, gathering wetness, and then the sudden, shocking thrust of his finger into her asshole.

In seconds, with his master’s assistance, the head of his slick and rubbery dog dick was pressing into her bottom. She shook her head, but didn’t dare move. She didn’t want the dog to bite her. The shock came as his cock grew bigger, longer, thicker than his owners. It was wet, and felt like a baseball bat was lodged in her ass.

She whimpered, she moaned. “Please. Hurts. Please.”

The dog began humping her ass. Faster than she’d ever known before, his cock like a piston driving into her puckerhole, stretching her. She wondered if she’d be damaged. Can an asshole be broken? It hurt, filled her with the need to press down, press it out of her.

“I like that it hurts. I like that very much.  And Bruno is very much enjoying your tight asshole. I think he might be smiling.”

There was a click, and the light in the kitchen went on. She blinked in the sudden brightness.

“I think we need to get some pictures of you two lovebirds.” He chuckled, and the sound was not pleasant. She thought her ass was going to be split as the dog humped away at it, thrusting in hard short strokes, filling her rectum with the stream of juice that was doggy jism.  She remembered about the knot that grew at the end of the fucking, to hold that jism inside his mate, to aid in impregnation.  She thought she felt something growing just inside her ass.

“Oh…his knot…”

“Yes. His knot will hold you there while I take some sweet pictures of the two of you. And you’ll be a good little dog-whore, and smile up at me. And of course, when I leave, you won’t report this to the cops….or else these pictures will be sent to everyone in your email account. You wouldn’t want your pastor to know you’re a doggie bitch, do you?”

He laughed again, and she felt tears run down her cheeks. Her ass hurt as the knot grew, pressing and stretching her rectum wider. The dog was still thrusting, slowing now, and she felt a funny tingle.



Her head fell forward as her body quivered. The spray of liquid from her pussy shocked her.

“You whore! You came from having your ass fucked…by my dog. Congratulations! You are now a certified dog cunt.  And coming while he fucked your butthole? That makes you the nastiest of whores.”

There was a flash and snap as he took her picture. He moved around her shooting the mating from every angle.

She knew she’d never tell. Never.


*** *** ***

He walked down the street, smiling.  His dog sniffed at trees as they strolled along. He hadn’t been in town long. A lovely woman in a Pontiac cruised past him, looking at him over the tops of her sunglasses, and smiling invitingly.

Rough Play

Today’s post is a guest post by Anonymous. Enjoy!

Rough Play

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t see. Flat on her back, her legs were spread open.


“Yes. Fresh meat.”

She tried to cry out, but the gag kept her silent as she listened to the voices. Hands on her body, touching, probing. She cried out in her head what she couldn’t voice.

“A bit dry,” said the first voice as fingers thrust into her cunt.

“Pleasure or pain?” asked the second.


The sound of a vibrator broke the silence. It hit her clit like an electric shock. Then the cane hit her thighs. She screamed against the gag to no avail. Just as she thought she could take no more pain, she came hard. The vibrator and cane stopped. Fingers thrust into her cunt again.



The cane rained down on her thighs, breasts and mound. She bucked and screamed in pain. Muffled noises came from behind the gag. The caning stopped and as she caught her breath, she felt the nudge of a cock against her cunt lips. Shaking her head no, did no good. Brutal fingers pinched her breasts and she was fucked hard and fast. When the first one came, he was replaced by the second one.

She felt a needle prick and lost consciousness.


She woke up draped on a frame and on her hands and knees. She couldn’t move. Head propped up and legs spread wide. No gag. She saw the first cock thrust towards her face and into her mouth.

“You bite, you die.”

She nodded. Sucked cock. Face fucked. Her mouth filled with his come and he held it closed until she swallowed. Another came to take it’s place. Mouth full, she couldn’t say anything as the cane came down across her ass. He came as she screamed her pain. She gaged and swallowed.

Another cock, another mouthful. As this one fucked her face, hand on her head, another took her cunt. She lost count of the cocks and cum. She was sore and sick with all the cum inside her. She felt fingers scoop cum from her cunt and slapped across her ass.

“NOOOO!” she cried. She tried to hold her ass closed to no avail. Fingers probed and fucked her ass. Hands slapped her reddened flesh. As she tried to catch her breath, her ass was pierced by the first cock. She cried out in pain. She was gagged by a cock. The cock in her ass sawed in and out. Fingers in her cunt dipped and coated the cock. The pain was… intense. Then she felt him fill her ass with his cum. No sooner did that cock leave than another took it’s place. The one in her mouth pulled out and covered her face in cum.

She felt a cock enter her ass and then one in her cunt. A third fucked her face. She was fucked hard enough to rattle the frame she was tied to. More cocks. More come. More pain. She passed out.


She woke tied to the goal post on the football field. Cum leaked from her cunt and ass. A pool of cum and bile vomit, pale yellow was next to her head. Blinking, she saw a sign around her neck. “86 football players, 10 coaches and 3 waterboys. Paybacks are a bitch, you journalistic cunt.” is what it said. She shuddered.