My wife and I had just finalized our divorce. We had been married for 25 years, which was really about 22 years too long. But you get comfortable with familiarity, and when she finally voiced the truth, that we had drifted apart and weren’t really lovers anymore, I cried. Despite the divorce, I still love her, and I probably always will.

Now it was time to pick up the pieces, take stock of my life, and get used to living alone again, for the first time in forever. I doubted I’d ever marry again. So I found a modest little apartment in an out-of-the-way place, and set up shop. I made sure to find a place that allowed pets, because I thought I’d probably get a dog for company, down the road. My family always had at least one dog when I was growing up, and it always seemed to make a house more like a home. I figured it would be a larger breed… not one of my wife’s dogs, those little mops-with-feet that she always preferred. This would be a “man’s best friend” kind of dog, one you could horse around with, that would almost knock you over with excitement when you came home at the end of the day.

A few months had gone by, and I was starting to get used to my new routine, but the place still didn’t really feel like “home”. I decided it was time to start looking for that dog. While scanning through one Sunday’s paper, I spotted an ad by a local breeder who had Canadian White Shepherd pups for sale. I called him to find out when I could come over to have a look, and he said that afternoon was just fine. So I shortly found myself looking at three adorable little puppies. There had been 5 in the litter, 3 females and 2 males. The males had already been sold, so the remaining three were all female. I guess I had just assumed I’d be getting a male, but these three were so lovable that I quickly got over any mild disappointment. One of them in particular seemed to take to me right away. “I’ll take her,” I told him, and half an hour later, I carried her into my home.

Canadian Shepherds are built like German Shepherds, only they’re pure white and their coats are thicker. They also have gentler dispositions than their European cousins. I named mine “Stormtrack”, or “Stormy” for short. Over the next year, she became the center of my life. I watched her grow by leaps and bounds, until she was a young adult, about 2 ft. tall at the shoulder. She was an easy dog to house-train, and I had quickly given her the run of the house. Extremely loving and gentle, she loved to play and cuddle with me, and she was happiest when she got to sleep on the bed next to me at night. This was an adjustment, as she grew to occupy a good half of the bed, but having been used to sharing the bed with my wife for so long, I got accustomed to it quickly enough. It was pleasant, hearing her soft snoring as I drifted off to sleep each night.

As Stormy came into heat for the first time, I considered what to do about it. I had no intentions of trying to breed her, and it would be a problem whenever I took her for a walk… I decided I’d probably get her spayed, once she’d passed through it this first time. I couldn’t help but notice how wet and engorged her labia became, though — I had never had such a large female dog around the house before, and, frankly, it was interesting. Her swollen canine organ looked almost as large as a woman’s pussy! This made me wonder how large the male’s penis must be, which she was swelling to accomodate. I had never seen a canine penis that rivalled a human one in size, but Stormy’s body seemed to be preparing for one. My curiosity finally got the best of me, and I lubricated a finger with some K-Y jelly, intending to see just how deep she was. As I gently inserted my finger into her, she got very still and held her tail up for me. Her vagina was tight, but my finger kept sliding in, further and further… as my knuckles bumped into her labia, I finally brushed against what must be her cervix. She was as deep as most women! Feeling her powerful heat enveloping my finger, I suddenly found myself with a hard-on. I pulled my finger out of her, abruptly ashamed of myself for no particular reason. “Sorry, girl, I was just curious,” I muttered, half to myself. “We’ll get you taken care of in a few weeks.” I patted her on the head, then went to clean off my hand. The whole issue was off my mind by the time I rinsed off the soap.

That night, I had a dream about my ex-wife, from our passionate early years together. She was lying naked next to me, and we were about to make love. I reached down to her warm pussy and began to stroke her there, and she started to kiss me. I slipped my fingers into her moistness, letting the fire build gently between us, finding the opening into her welcoming body as her kisses got more feverish. Suddenly, I realized that she wasn’t actually kissing me, she was… licking me? Startled by this, I awoke to find that Stormy was lapping my face. My hand was stroking a pussy, alright, but not my wife’s! Stormy was stretched out next to me, laying with her hind feet in the air as I felt up her wet, canine labia!

At first, I was horrified at the situation. But Stormy actually seemed to be enjoying it, if her eager licking was any indication. And we did have the place all to ourselves… ah, hell, who was to know? If this brought her some pleasure, well, she brought plenty to me with her company. I resumed fondling her, and she lathered me up pretty well, indicating her approval. “You like this, girl?” I said, turning my head away for a moment. “You like it when Daddy touches you there? Yes…” Once again, I found myself with a hard-on, and sighed, knowing that I would have a date with my right hand in the very near future.

The next night, Stormy cuddled right up to me on the bed, licking my face and presenting her belly to me. “Well, she learns fast, I knew she was intelligent,” I muttered to myself. Figuring I’d get it over with, I reached down and fondled her again. She seemed even more receptive the second time, almost pushing herself against my hand as I stimulated her. This time, knowing how she seemed to enjoy it, I slipped a finger on up into her vagina. She humped back at me hard, once, lapping me eagerly. “Must be nice to have someone willing to finger-fuck you, ya silly dog,” I said. Again, I had this hard-on and no use for it, so after several minutes of letting Stormy have her fun, I decided to relieve my own urges. Using my hand, I quickly ejaculated onto my belly, then lay there catching my breath. Suddenly, a wet nose touched me, and Stormy began to lick my penis! She had startled me, and I had intended to make her stop, but the feel of her warm tongue on me turned out to be quite nice! She licked me all over, then found my cum and licked that up, too. She lapped all around my genitalia for a long time, and I found myself patting her on the head and talking to her. “Good girl, that’s so nice, Daddy loves you, too.” Finally, she decided I was cleaned up enough, and she shifted into a comfortable position and fell asleep next to me. I drifted off soon afterward, feeling her warmth against my side.

This became a pattern over the next couple of days. Stormy would present herself to me at bedtime, and I would pleasure her with a finger or two, my initial reservations giving way to my affection for my canine companion. It was a pleasant way to end the day for both of us, and nobody else needed to know. It didn’t occur to me at first that I had begun to feel the need to jerk off every time, or that my orgasms were getting more powerful instead of less (as I might have expected). One night, though, as I was about to cum, I caught myself thinking not of some beautiful babe, but rather of the lithe, fur-covered body next to me. I had never considered what Stormy and I were doing as “having sex with an animal”, so it startled me when this exact thought was what sent me over the edge, on that occasion. I must be some kind of pervert, I thought! After that, I decided I’d better stop our nightly fondling sessions. Stormy whined the next night, but I patted her on the head and scratched her back, and that seemed to satisfy her for the moment. I thought I was doing the right thing.

A morning or two later, though, I was having an unusually intense sexual dream, one of those you wake up from before you’re really ready for it to end. Someone was taking my dick into her mouth, promising to give me the blow-job of my life. I awoke to find Stormy tenderly licking my rapidly-hardening penis! The combination of the remaining shreds of my dream with Stormy’s hot, wet tongue sent me over the edge in seconds. I shot all the way up to my chin, spurt after spurt as she lapped my twitching dick with her big tongue. Finally, I had to push her away, too sensitized to take any more. She eagerly found where I had squirted on myself, cleaning me up with great care. Overwhelmed by what had just happened, I stroked her fur lovingly. “Okay, I’ve missed you too, I admit it”, I told her. To hell with what society thought was “taboo”… that had been the best “oral sex” I’d ever had! I decide I had been wrong to put the brakes on our “relationship”. Stormy loved and trusted me, and who was I to say that we shouldn’t take mutual pleasure in one another?

For the next few nights, we explored stimulating each other, both one at a time and mutually. We found that “69″ position worked pretty well… I would cuddle up to Stormy with my head on her belly, fondling her and then slipping a finger or two into her vagina, her hips arching into me at least once or twice as I penetrated her. Meanwhile, she lapped me with her big tongue, tip-to-balls, over and over again. I found that each night, the experience grew more intense, as we got increasingly comfortable with each other this way. Stormy’s vaginal muscles would contract around my fingers in ever-quickening spasms, in what I could only assume was her version of an orgasm, and this began to trigger my own climax, spurting my seed as we brought each other to our peaks. Sometimes, I wound up ejaculating almost directly into her mouth, as she lapped me. Far from being a turn-off for her, like with most women, Stormy seemed to enjoy this little “treat”. I began to feel a real physical and emotional bond with my furry companion, as we got better at pleasuring each other.

On a lazy Saturday morning, I awoke to find Stormy sprawled against me, our bellies together, one of her legs over me and my arm over her. The warmth of her body against me had given me a hard-on, and I lazily rubbed it through her warm fur, stroking her back with my hand as she stirred. Stormy began licking my face just as lazily, and we lay like that for a bit. As I basked in the warmth of her fine companionship, her fur started exciting me more, and it became more like dry-humping. I found myself wishing that Stormy were a real woman, so we could make love. That’s when it hit me: we could! She had a vagina, I had a penis. Why hadn’t I thought of it earlier? Probably because I was still too hung-up on social taboos, I guess. But I had gotten used to giving and receiving pleasure with her, and in many ways it was better than being with a woman. Why not take the final step?

I needed to scoot Stormy toward the pillow a bit, bringing our organs within reach of each other. I knew she’d be tight, but I wasn’t that much bigger than the two fingers she routinely accepted. I used some of my saliva to lubricate us both, then positioned the head of my dick at her entrance. I was well-familiarized with her anatomy by now, so I was ready for the angle of her vagina, different from a woman’s. As I began to slip into her, I felt her powerful heat begin to envelope me. Her muscles were causing her to “wink”, and each time she did, I slipped in a little further. Stormy groaned and whined at the same time as I entered her, humping hard against me a couple of times and then licking my face vigorously. Knowing she could handle my weight, I rolled on top of her, in a sort of “missionary” position. Her body accepted me more naturally than I ever expected, and within a few short minutes I had penetrated her completely, my balls coming to rest against her pussy-lips. My God, this was good! Her tightness and heat were like nothing I had ever experienced before. Her powerful muscles were squeezing me rhythmically, as if straining to milk me of the seed I longed to fill her with. In just a few short seconds, I did just that, spurting what seemed like gallons of semen into her furry body. I held onto her for dear life, my hips bucking against her as she spasmed around the cock pulsing deep inside her, unable to think of anything but how good this felt, better than any woman I had ever known. I dug my fingers deep into her pure white fur, both of us panting as we rode it out.

Finally spent, I collapsed onto Stormy, whose contractions were also slowing down. “Good, girl, sweet, beautiful girl,” I muttered over and over, as she licked my face to communicate her own satisfaction. I stroked her face lovingly, wondering why I had fought this for as long as I did. What an absolutely wonderful lover, so eager to please and be pleased!

Rolling us back to the side, I gently pulled out of the delicious, virgin cunt Stormy had given to me. She sat up to lick herself clean, and I watched her in a satisfied daze, my dick softening in my contentment. Then she moved over to start the job on me, and the attention from her warm, wet tongue quickly brought my hard-on back, full-force. I began playing with her again, repositioning so that I could reach her sex easily as she lapped at me. Soon, we were both worked into readiness again, her labia winking in arousal, my cock throbbing with tension. She rolled willingly to her back as I climbed back onto her, slipping my already-wet cock (from her saliva, this time) back into her well-lubricated cunt and plunging deep into her again. God, she was hot, and so exquisitely tight! The bucking of her hips was spasmodic, strongest when I first entered but repeating now and then as I thrust in and out… evidence that she was enjoying this as much as I was! Once more, I dug my fingers into her fur as we made love furiously, both of us panting with exertion, but neither of us caring.

We repeated this cycle several times — I lost track of the actual number. Each time I pulled out, Stormy would clean up her labia, then go to work on me, bringing me so close to the edge that the only choice was to plunge back into her and do it again. The morning passed in a haze of arousal and pleasure, like being caught in some kind of perverse fucking-machine and not having the will to turn it off. At one point, I had the presence of mind to pull out the K-Y to help lubricate our sensitive parts, although I had to reapply it each time after she licked me clean. We tried it different ways, such as the infamous “doggy-style” (with me kneeling behind her), lying on our sides in “spoon” position (while I stroked her belly and her nipples), and with her sitting in my lap (her weight drove me the deepest into her, that time). Over and over her muscular cunt squeezed me, pulled me deeper, milked me for every drop of semen in my body.

Finally, I found the strength to stop long enough for both of us to pee, and then I decided it would be smart for us to get something to eat, too. It was almost noon, and I suddenly realized I was starving! So I got us both something for brunch, after which we just cuddled up on the sofa together, with Stormy’s head resting in my lap. Sitting there in my bathrobe, I took stock of the situation. What had started out as a simple pet-and-owner relationship had obviously changed forever. I had bonded completely with my canine lover, now, and I don’t think either of us would be happy going back to “just being friends”. Stormy had seemed to enjoy our love-making as much as I did! No, this was the start of a new and wonderful relationship, and I never wanted it to end. As I scratched her head, she looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes, as if to say she agreed with me.

We returned to our bed for more lovemaking that afternoon, and again that evening. We tried doing it with Stormy on top of me, as another variation, and it turned out to be slow and delicious that way. With my hands guiding her hips, she started learning to thrust them in time with me, increasing both of our pleasure, if mine was any indication. By the time we finally called it quits to get some sleep, I was getting pretty red and sore, as I’m sure she was, so I used some Vitamin E lotion on each of us, to help us heal. We should probably have taken a few days off, but I knew her estrus wouldn’t last too much longer, and I wanted us to have as much time together as possible, not knowing how receptive she’d be when not in heat. We dropped back to just one nightly session, trying not to overdo it. But each time we climbed into bed was like that first morning, coupling with each other over and over, my throbbing cock pumping deep into her hot canine cunt, pouring my seed into her until there was no more.

About 6 days later, Stormy started to come out of heat. Her labia began to shrink in size, and she no longer looked as pink and receptive. I decided to try having sex (carefully), to see how it would go, and I was pleased to find out that she was still interested, if a bit less able. I had to use a lot more lubricant, and I couldn’t go quite as deep, but she was still willing. We just had to settle for a gentler sort of lovemaking, when she wasn’t in estrus. And she was always willing to take care of me with her tongue! It was during this time that I first took her in my mouth, returning the favor, and she seemed to love it. Many a night, we gently pleasured each other in true “69″ position, our tongues bringing us to wonderful, slow peaks. When she finally came back into heat (I’d be damned if I’d get her spayed, now!), we rediscovered the fevered blur of our first lovemaking, energetically humping each other into the wee hours of the morning. And when it subsided, we’d return to the gentle lovemaking that still satisfied us both.

That’s how it began. I swore I’d never remarry, but I was wrong… Stormy came into my life and filled that void for me. She is 6, now, and no longer has the fiery energy of a puppy. But like a fine wine, our lovemaking has mellowed and improved with age. I know I’ll have the heartache of seeing her age and die, but the joy of her companionship has been worth it. I hope Stormy lives a long, healthy life, though, because I don’t know what I’ll do without her.

Story’s fetishes: zoophilia, bestiality, hetero sex, bondage, dog sex.

I could feel the shirt start to cling to the perspiration on my breasts and when I looked down I could see that it was already becoming see-through.

I hoped that I looked irresistible. My long blonde hair was hanging down my back in a single ponytail. My large, round, firm tits were practically busting out of a wet shirt that was much too small for me. My plaid skirt barely came to the bottom of my high, firm ass. My white nylon thigh-highs and my black paten leather shoes topped off my outfit. I could have ordered it all anonymously on-line, but instead I’d bought it all together at one store just to see the look on the cashier’s face when he rung it all up.

I lifted the trunk lid, took out the backpack and stool that were inside, and then closed the trunk. The stool was not your average stool. The stool I had not been able to buy in the store, though I would have if I’d been old enough. I had ordered the stool from an on-line store that specializes in S&M products.

The stool was all black and made of aluminum so it was strong, but light. The seat was square and padded. The legs were short, not much more then a foot long. There was a large manacle chained to the bottom of each of the legs.

I put my keys into the backpack and happily tossed it over one shoulder and carried the stool off into the trees with me. I walked for a good ways and kept an eye out for any other hikers. I did not want to be seen until I was ready. Once I’d found a nice, large tree that I felt would offer me good shade for the rest of the afternoon I placed my stool on the ground and sat down on it. I put my backpack in my lap and opened it up. Inside were a blindfold, gag, water bottle, sign, and my keys.

I checked once more to be sure that the key to the manacles was on my key ring, and then put them into the front pocket where I could get to them easily. I then put the water bottle on the ground in front of the stool. Next I opened the sign and hung it from one of the tree branches in front of the stool. The sign read, “Please fuck me like the dirty whore I am.” In the bottom right hand corner was a Polaroid photo of me making the sign with a big smile on my face so that any one who read it would know that I really meant it.

I took out the ball gag and strapped it in place. Now all that I could manage was a high-pitched hum if I tried really hard. Then I took out the blindfold and closed up the backpack. I carried both a short ways away and hid the backpack in a bush. Even manacled to the stool I would still be able to manage a sort of crab walk that short of a distance to get to the keys.

The important thing was that I would not be able to get myself out of my predicament in a hurry. That left me totally at the will of whoever found me. I hoped that it would not be some goody-two-shoes woman who tried to help me. I then carried the blindfold back to the stool and knelt down in front of it and placed a knee next to each leg. I secured a manacle to each of my legs just above the knee.

I bent over the stool putting my lower abdomen and upper pelvis on the cushion. I could feel my tits trying to come out of the top of my shirt. I then made sure that my water bottle would be in easy reach of my mouth should I get thirsty. I just wanted to get the fucking of my life. I did not want to die of thirst. Then I placed the blindfold securely on and finished it all off by securing each of my arms to the other two legs of the stool.

I was now officially bound in the predicament that I’d created. I took a couple deep breaths and then began to fantasize about what would happen to me next.

“That has to be the most amazing thing that I have ever seen.” My breath caught in my throat. The voice could not have come from more than a fifty yards behind me. My mind raced trying to figure out how someone had managed to sneak up on me.

“I was sitting here enjoying a nice lunch with Sam when I heard you walk up. I was going to call out to you, but then I saw that you weren’t exactly dressed for a hike, so I decided to watch and see what you were up to first. Now I’m glad I did.” The voice sounded somehow familiar, and young. Not much older than I was. He sounded like maybe he was a senior at my school. Plus a friend named Sam.

Yes! This is perfect, I thought. I could not have asked for anything better then this.

I could hear gravel crunching under feet as he began to approach me. I held my breath as I listened to him speak. His voice was low and sexy. “Let’s see here. The sign says, ‘Please fuck me like the dirty whore I am.’ Well I don’t mind if I do. Yes, I think we’ll do that much and more.”

My whole body tensed as I heard him kneel down next to me. He then grabbed one of my tits and squeezed it roughly through the fabric of my shirt. He tore the top of my shirt open freeing both of my breasts. They were both soaked in sweat now and I could feel my nipples instantly start to harden in the breeze. My heart started hammering in my chest.

He softly caressed my tit, and then suddenly pinched one of my nipples hard. I had not expected that. Still holding on to my nipple he yanked my tit around painfully. I wanted to cry out, but the ball gag in my mouth prevented it. This wasn’t what I’d fantasized about.

Relief washed over me when he let go of my nipple. It still ached, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as when he was pinching it. My relief did not last long, however, as I heard the gravel crunching under his feet as he turned toward my bare ass. My pussy suddenly felt horribly exposed.

He reached back and began to caress my ass. His hands felt rough against the smooth skin of my ass as he rubbed each cheek. He reached between my cheeks and delicately traced the lips of my pussy with a fingertip. This was more like it. So he’s a little rough. After all, a good fucking is what I came up here for.

“Sam! Sam!”

My heart stopped at hearing him yell so suddenly. At first I heard nothing. Then far of in the distance I could hear some brush breaking as though someone was running in my direction. My mind began to race as I listened to him coming. The sounds of Sam running toward me through the trees and brush began to sound somehow wrong the nearer they got. It suddenly hit me why when he reached the clearing and I finally realized that Sam must be a dog. He was a big one too, by the sound of him.

That was when I became suddenly afraid. I wanted to believe that I didn’t know why he was calling his dog, but deep down I knew.

Sam wasted no time when he reached me. His nose went instantly to my pussy. My whole body jerked when I felt the coldness of his nose against my hot anus sucking air noisily passed my bare cheeks into his nose.

No! Noooo! That was what I wanted to scream. Instead all that came out was a high-pitched hum.

Sam must have smelled how wet I was because he instantly began to lick my exposed pussy. I squirmed and wiggled my ass back and forth trying to get him away from my pussy, but his nose remained firmly planted against anus and he kept licking away. If anything it only made him more persistent. The mystery man chuckled and said, “I think Sam likes you.”

His tongue was much stronger than any man’s that I’d ever felt. He easily spread my outer lips and I could feel his tongue diving deeper and deeper into my pussy. The feel of its roughness felt wrong as it wriggled up inside of my pussy.

I began to sob noiselessly around my ball gag. My body sagged as I gave in to the hopelessness of my situation. That was when I felt his tongue accidentally dance across my clit. My pussy tightened involuntarily. Sam must have sensed this change in me for he dove in with vengeance. His tongue still dove into me relentlessly, but now his tongue ran across my clit each time that he forced it inside me. I tried not to believe what was happening, but my body was acting with a mind of it’s own.

Nothing I could say to myself could change the fact that what Sam was doing felt good. Damn good. My ragged breathing started getting into a rhythm and it sickened me to feel myself pushing my ass out even farther trying to open myself more for him. I started to rotate my hips and my pelvis started to jerk as I felt myself nearing an orgasm. The whole while Sam remained glued to my ass, his tongue still feverishly working my pussy.

“Ha! I see you’re starting to like it you ‘dirty little whore.’” I hated him for what he was letting his dog do to me, but at the same time I could not stop myself from liking it. I felt the stranger pat me on the back. “Come on Sam.”

Sam’s tongue left my pussy. My mind felt relief. My pussy, though, seemed to scream in frustration at the loss of that wonderful sensation. Suddenly I felt the full weight of him on my back. Damn this dog must be huge! His powerful front legs rapped around my waist and I could feel what must be his dog-cock poking at my thighs trying to find the entrance. My mind cringed at what was about to happen, but my pussy ached to be filled.

I was starting to revel in this debasement. That was, after all, what I’d come out here for. I wanted to be used and debased. I wanted to be fucked like a piece of meat and that was exactly what Sam was about to do. I began to hate myself for putting me in this situation. Most of all though, I began to hate this guy for what he was allowing his dog to do to me, and for taking such enjoyment in humiliating me.

Sam hunched forward a little closer and now I could feel his cock stabbing around the entrance to my pussy. I wiggle my ass around trying to evade his cock. My pussy on the other hand was so wet now that I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs. Sam’s cock was sliding in my pussy lube back and forth across my cunt lips as it searched for the entrance. I preyed that he would get bored soon if he didn’t find it.

Then it pushed passed my lips and entered my pussy. I tried to cry out again passed my gag. His cock was so huge. As soon as Sam felt his cock slide into my warm, wet pussy he thrust forward in one powerful motion and filled my aching cunt. Once he knew my depth Sam began to jack hammer his dick into me at an unbelievable pace. I’d never been fucked so hard in my life. I felt his cock slamming into my cervix.

I had never had a dick this large in me before. It felt like his cock was pushing all the way into my stomach. My pussy was stretched wide around its girth exposing my clit and leaving it bare to rub along the length of his hot cock. Everything was wiped clean from my mind as I felt myself once again building to an incredible orgasm.

I began to push back into his thrusts trying to get more of him in me, and I began to feel the knot swelling at its base. I was dimly aware of Sam’s owner laughing beside me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was aware of what the knot meant. I’d seen dogs get stuck together before. I couldn’t resist, however, the persistent feel of his huge cock or his knot like a metronome as it bounced against my clit. Each thrust harder than the last. I felt like such a dirty whore.

His speed and the power of his thrusts built as he relentlessly fucked my tortured pussy until I finally felt his knot force it way into my pussy. The feeling was incredible. It hurt worse than anything I’d ever known, but at the same time I was overwhelmed by its size. My whole body convulsed like a large earthquake as I had the greatest orgasm of my life.

My pussy clamped down tight around Sam’s cock and with this Sam’s knot began to swell to a size that I hadn’t thought possible and then he suddenly began to spew his cum deep into my pussy. My orgasm continued for what seemed like forever as I felt his hot cum jetting against my cervix. I had never felt so much cum before. It felt like a gallon. Sam’s cock was packed so tightly into my pussy, though, that it allowed none of it to escape.

Sam slowly began to stop thrusting until he finally just stood there as he filled me. His new bitch. And that was what I was. His new bitch. I began to sob uncontrollably at what I’d done. I was suddenly once aware of my audience.

Sam began to tug at me as he tried to dismount. The pull of his giant knot against the inside of my pussy felt like it was going to tear me apart. He stepped to the side of me and turned around, and somehow we ended up butt to butt with his cock still locked deep inside my cunt.

Damn that was hot! I’ve never seen anything like that before! I heard a metallic click, and then felt the mystery man begin to cut my shirt off with what must have been a knife. When he was finished with my shirt he cut of my skirt. Now I was completely naked except for my thigh-highs. He ran his hands up and down along my sweaty body. “Your body is amazing. You don’t know how many times I’ve watched you in your little cheerleading outfit at school and wanted to fuck you ragged. Now here you are completely at my disposal. When I’m through with you, you’ll regret ever turning your nose up at every geek that ever wished that he could date you. I’m going to make sure that you feel every ounce of the pain that they felt.

“I know that you never asked to be so pretty or attractive, but you never had to be a bitch to them. You’ll come to understand that. I’ll make sure of that. Sam was just the beginning. Now I get to fuck you, but since Sam’s still using your pussy, I think I’ll use your ass.”

What! My ass! I’d never had anal sex before. I liked being fucked, not hurt. That area was already stretched to capacity by Sam’s cock and knot. There was no way the mystery man was going to be able to put anything in my ass. Besides, how was he going to fuck me with Sam in the way?

I heard the gravel crunching once more as he walked behind me and stepped over Sam. I heard him spit, and then felt his wet hand as it roughly rubbed his saliva around my anus. Suddenly he jammed what felt like his thumb into my asshole and crudely worked it in and out. It felt strange as his thumb worked itself around in my butt. The dick in my pussy made the membrane that separated my pussy from my anus extra sensitive. It felt like a million nerves were responding to his crude exploration.

There was more crunching of gravel as he shifted around and then some more painful pulling from Sam’s knot as he was shifted somehow. I heard his zipper opening and then felt what must have been the head of his dick rubbing against my wet asshole. I cringed and my whole body tensed as I waited for his entry. Then he began to push into me. I tried to scream around my gag! I wanted it to stop! It hurt so badly! Then his dick head went in with a pop and he began to push his length into me. The pain was almost unbearable. The feel of Sam entering me was nothing compared to this. It was incredible.

Then he began to work himself slowly in and out of me. With each push in I began to suck in a breath of air in an effort to control the pain, and with each pull out I blew it back out with small relief. My crying had started my nose running and I could feel it running down my face. I was aware of everything now. The feel his cock moving in and out of my anus. His legs rubbing against the outside of each of my own with each determined thrust.

The feel of that thin membrane and all of those sensitive nerves sandwiched in between. The feel of the cock that still filled my pussy. And now the feel of Sam’s knot as it slowly worked back and forth against my G-spot. I’d never had an orgasm caused be the stimulation of my G-spot.

The boys that I was used to fucking had no idea yet what that even was. Despite the pain in my ass the feel of Sam’s knot working my G-spot began to arouse me once again. Slowly my ass began to loosen up as Mystery Man continued to work his dick in and out of me. He worked it in deeper with each thrust, and now that too began to feel strangely good.

A low moan escaped me as a hum around my ball gag as I began to get into this fucking once again. I no longer cared that I was being fucked by a dog, or even that I was being ass raped by his owner. All I cared about was that it felt good. Mystery Man began to pick up his pace and I felt my tits swaying back and forth. The pressure from Sam’s knot against my G-spot grew and I felt myself building toward another orgasm. I began to thrust back into Mystery Man’s thrusts, and I heard him moan in ecstasy. His hands ran up and down my back and along my sides.

It felt good to be utterly exposed in the bright sunlight, and to have someone looking at me and appreciating the look of my body as much as he enjoyed the feel of it. He gripped me by my hips and began to pull me into his thrusts, and I pushed harder. Yes. Yes. Yes, I heard him saying as he pounded my ass harder and harder. And as he plunged his dick into my ass harder Sam’s knot worked my G-spot harder and harder.

Mystery Man grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back as he slapped my ass with his other hand. Yes I am a dirty whore. I knew it now with conviction. And I liked it. Fuck me. Fuck me, I thought as he rammed his dick into my ass. My body racked with wave after wave of convulsions as my orgasm slammed through me. My mind screamed, Yes! Yes! Yes! in unison with Mystery Man’s own chanting as I felt him cumming in my ass. He collapsed onto my back and I felt his chest heaving against me. My own breathing was ragged too.

Mystery Man slowly pulled out of me and I exhaled with the release of the pressure in my ass. I heard his zipper being closed and the gravel crunching once again as he stepped off of me. With the loss of pressure in my ass I began to feel the swelling of Sam’s knot going down. After a minute he pulled out of me with an audible pop and I felt his cum combining with Mystery Man’s as it gushed out of me and ran down my legs to form a puddle below me.

I’m done with you today, but don’t think that I’m finished with you. I’ll see you at school on Monday. I heard him walk away, some branches breaking, and then him returning. Here’s your backpack. Sam! Let’s go. I heard something fall to the ground to my left and then gravel crunching one last time as he and his dog walked away.

I lay there for a few minutes as my heartbeat slowed down, and I tried to get control of my breathing. When I was calmed down I felt around with my hand where I’d heard the backpack drop. My hand found it easily and I turned it around slowly until I found the zipper. Every part of both my body and mind felt exhausted. It seemed like forever before I finally got the keys out and unlocked my first arm. I reached up and pulled off my blind fold and gag.

The bright sun stung my eyes as I drew in a tremendous breath of air. It felt good to be able to breathe freely again. I looked down to unlock my other arm and that’s when I saw the Polaroid’s lying on the ground next to my water bottle. They clearly showed me getting fucked by a huge mastiff.

My mind raced with the implications. I hadn’t remembered hearing him take the pictures, but then I was a little busy at the time. There were just two pictures there, but I knew that there must be more. No doubt somewhere in one of Mystery Man’s pockets.

I wiped it out of my mind and began to free myself from my stool. When the last manacle was undone I stood up and began to look around for my clothes. They weren’t here though. I quickly walked around and checked in all the bushes but they were nowhere to be found. He must have taken them with him. That asshole! As if ass-raping me wasn’t bad enough!

I gathered my things together and placed them back into my backpack. Then I slung it over my shoulders and picked up my stool. I must be a sight, I thought as I stood there covered in sweat and naked except for my white thigh-highs, paten leather shoes, backpack, and the stool that I held.

I started the long jog back to my car. My tits bouncing heavily with each stride, and the breeze that I generated drying the sweat on my body. No. This was definitely not finished…