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Lana and I had lived together for almost three years. Then the betrayal came.
She had been married to a service man for 19 years and had cheated on him
regularly. Her list of one-night-stands during their marriage put the average at
two per year. I met Lana after she had decided it was time to end the marriage
and so I was technically having an affair with her when her marriage ended.
Both my prior wives had cheated on me, as had a few girlfriends. It is funny
(not really) how a woman will always seek a new lover before telling you it is
over and think nothing of it, justifying it as, 'it was over in her mind.' I was
determined it wouldn't happen again. I knew Lana to be addicted to the salacious
and tawdry effect of the lust high. I even told her so. I told her I
would allow her to have other lovers, if we kept it within a Swingers
arrangement, or fantasy fulfillment, and as long as she didn't do it behind my
back. We were both Scorpios, so our sex was awesome and intense. It often took
kinky turns. We also believed heavily in astrology and studied it and the other
metaphysical sciences in detail. The problem with Lana though was she would take
an astrological prediction to heart and make it real, and though it varies from
person-to-person, Lana was heavily influenced astrologically.
Lana was naturally submissive and so we often role-played D/s in scenarios we
called Master/pet. She had many sexual fantasies, and most were of her being
submissive and used by people and animals, usually under the auspices of a
Master. I thought to capitalize on these facts, by persuading Lana to become my
full-time submissive and allow me to guide her through some fantasy
realizations. I didn't want to share her sexually. Yet, I reasoned if I got her
into some kinky situations involving other people and she saw she could achieve
her craving for the lust high without cheating, it would be
something I could allow, as I would enjoy the scenarios, as well. A rather loose
distinction from actual cheating, I know, but it worked for me, but Lana always
refused; alleging the cheating person in her was gone for good and that she
preferred to leave her fantasies in the world of make-believe. I pressed on, for
I knew the old saying, once you've tasted forbidden fruit and knew
it to be an addiction that Lana couldn't control, try as she might.
The middle of our 3rd year together, my fears of betrayal had forced me to
pressure her till she left me. We quickly reconciled, and I went to visit her on
a couple of occasions while I rode out a downturn in my employment. Everything
was fine and then she read some astrological predictions that said Scorpios in
relationships would have problems in May 2000. At the same time she had what is
termed in Astrology as 'A Uranus Half-Return' which manifests itself in ways
similar to a mid-life crisis and occurs in most peoples astrological cycle
between 38-43 years of age. Lana was 40. The astrological aspects of this cycle
are people want to redefine themselves, to the point they throw out the good as
well as the bad. The baby with the bath water so to speak. So to an un-savvy
observer it appears to be a middle-aged crazy thing. In May 2000, Lana started
fighting with me every time we were on the phone, and it worsened after I left
the state to go to a new employment contract in another state. Money was tight
as the checks, though lucrative hadn't as yet started coming in. I grew tired of
arguing with her at long-distance phone rates, so after repeated warnings I hung
up on her one day. She promptly went out and found a 25-year-old lover, then got
guilty about it and told me and ended our relationship to pursue her feelings
for this boy. So after about 6 months he made it clear through his actions that
all they could ever be were lovers and she came back to me. I was determined
this time would be different.
In the past I had always sought her concurrence, now I would move forward and
roll with the flow of the moment. I started planning the first scenario I would
expose her to. She had this fantasy where she was submissive to a burly
serviceman whom she just called Captain. She never called him Master and he
never called her anything but bitch in a derogatory sense. When we role-played
Master/pet, I called her bitch and slut and whore, not to degrade her, but
because it appeared to excite her. She had never complained about it either. I
also always insisted she call me Master in keeping with the manner D/s
prescribed. Even though after we parted she said she had hated the Master/pet
stuff, she continued to fantasize about being submissive to a Master. So I
thought I would alter the scenario to perfectly match her interpretation of the
Captain fantasy to me, to see if it would be more rewarding, for her. I actually
started on Saturday, though the Captain fantasy wouldn't occur until the next
day. I had moved to a town a couple hundred miles from where she lived and taken
a job there. I had rented a small farm in the country. We had been dating for a
while, and I had purposefully avoided a sexual relationship with her, telling
her I feared our feelings would be sexually based again, if we went back to bed
too soon. She had said she felt our prior relationship had been sexually based.
It had and I loved it. I also told her I knew if I had sex with her, I would be
full-blown in love again, and I wasn't sure if I wanted or was ready for that to
happen. All this had the desired effect. It was like dropping the gauntlet of
challenge at her feet, and she was determined to get me in bed. When I went to
see her on the weekends, I always took a cot so I could sleep in the living room
instead of with her. This was all in keeping with the plan. I had talked
incessantly about my little farm in the country, and finally one weekend when we
were making plans for the following weekend. She suggested why didn't she come
to my place for a change, that my coming to hers all the time put the burden of
travel on me. I agreed. So I bought her a plane ticket and she traveled to me
the next Friday night.
Of course, she knew it would be rude of me to require she sleep on a cot, and
that night she snuggled against my back, making it extremely difficult to not
fuck her brains out. I finally was able to go to sleep, though it was extremely
difficult as you might imagine. It's kind of like that old joke, what's
the difference between light and hard? You can go to sleep with the light
on.
The next morning, I awoke at sunup as usual and had a couple of cups of
coffee, then when I knew she was starting to stir, I made her a cup of tea, and
went into the bedroom. I woke her as I came through the door and told her I had
decided it was time to see how I felt after making love to her. She smiled. We
had often talked of my tying her to the bed and fucking her all day and I said
that is what I was going to do. She smiled an even broader grin. I told her to
drink her tea, go to the bathroom, brush her teeth or whatever else she needed
to do to be comfortable, then go back to bed. I was going to drink another cup
of coffee and that would give her the time she needed to prepare. She nodded her
assent. I came back ten minutes later and she was in bed naked. I tied her
spread-eagled to my antique four-poster bed, and fucked her all day. As quick as
I could get an erection from the last orgasm, I would be back in on her. She
loved it. About 4pm, I untied her and told her to shower and we would go to
dinner.
We had a nice romantic dinner in a cozy restaurant and then went home. We
cuddled on the couch watching 'Titanic' until bedtime, because she had always
considered that a romantic movie. I started setting up for tomorrow, by asking
her to wear a tight tee shirt and skimpy bikini panties to bed. In her Captain
fantasies this was how she slept because he always came in the morning. And this
was how he required she be dressed when he arrived. When she had related the
fantasy to me, she said she had always worn cotton granny-panties and a gown or
pajamas to bed till Captain started showing up one morning. She gave me no
argument about what I asked her to wear, because she had already reverted to her
submissive posture with me. I now had to learn how not to push my dominance of
her submission too hard. I needed to learn just how submissive she wanted to be
and to not push that boundary, or set things up to preclude that possibility. I
liked the later idea and that is what I was pursuing.
The next morning started as it had the day before, and Lana was tickled at
the prospect of being tied up and fucked all day again. The differences started
appearing when I came back in the room ten minutes after waking her with a
steaming cup of tea. I was dressed in tiger-stripe fatigues and had put cameo
makeup on my face. I walked into the room and the look on her face was
priceless. Definitely a Kodak moment, though I didn't have a camera handy.
I spoke in the harsh voice of a Marine Corp Officer, Bet you didn't
expect to see old Captain this morning, now did you, my pretty.
Nuh No Captain, I didn't. A faint hint of fear in her voice.
On your feet bitch, don't just lay there, Your Captain is here.
Lana jumped to her feet and stood there in her tee shirt and panties, almost at
attention. Her nipples were already erect, standing out like little pencil
erasers, indicating she was already getting aroused at the role-play that would
ensue.
I walked over closer to her and looked at her ass barely covered by the thong
of the panty and spoke to her my approval of her attire.
I see you hoped Captain would come see you, as you dressed for the
occasion.
Yes, Captain, I always look forward to your visits.
Ok, well, get naked bitch. Captain barked the command that
signaled the start of what ever he had in mind for the morning. Lana quickly
started removing her clothing, what little there was. Her mind was reeling in
anticipation of what was about to transpire. Although her Captain fantasies were
many they all took basically the same course as they unfolded. Only one was
starkly different from the rest and Lana marveled at how close to real I was
making this. I could tell from the way the lust was clouding her eyes that she
was completely lost to the fantasy and would be lost in her lust in only
moments. When she removed her panties I noted her pussy lips were already
bloated with the blood of her lust. When her panties joined her tee shirt on the
floor, I noted the crotch had a wet spot in it. I retrieved a pillow from the
bed and dropped it at my feet.
Service me. I gave the command Captain used to start her on her
fantasy adventure. Lana dropped to her knees and quickly undid my fly, freeing
my turgid erection. She liked her lips once and then engulfed the first three
inches of my cock into her hot, wet, eagerly sucking mouth. She was lost to the
fantasy and to her lust, and I figured the rest would be easy. Once Lana's lust
kicked into full-tilt boogey, she was unstoppable and insatiable and would
probably go along with about anything. I reached into my hip pocket and
retrieved a bandana and blindfolded Lana's eyes. This was straight from her
fantasy too, as was the next maneuver. I retrieved a length on cord from anther
pocket and looped it around Lana's arm at the elbow and then took another half
hitch loop around her wrist. I repeated the process on the other arm. Now I was
ready for the next phase.
Oh my little bitch, your are servicing my cock well this morning. I am
pleased.
It is always a joy to please you. It gives me such pleasure to make you
feel good.
The only problem, my pretty is that you are doing such a good job, I
will blow my load in your hot little mouth. I know you wouldn't mind that, but
then I wouldn't get to fuck your hot little box and that would be a shame.
She was too. Her lust and the level with which she had immersed herself in
the fantasy had her giving some awesome head. Lana was a great cocksucker to
start with, except that she wouldn't deep-throat due to a psychosomatic
swallowing problem. Yet she easily made up for that inadequacy, especially this
morning. I reluctantly withdrew my cock from her mouth and had her to rise. I
slid a restraint bench I had fabricated out from under the bed. This bench was
18 inches off the floor on a 3/4-inch plywood base. It was made of 2 X 10
hardwood covered with 3-inch foam and cloth. The bench length only went from the
average person's throat to the top of their pubic mound. The distance to the
ground was a little less than 18-inches, which made it the perfect height to
fuck who ever was strapped in. Eighteen inches further back from where the knees
rested on the floor were two outrigger posts at a 24-inch spread to attach the
ankles too. I strapped Lana to the device securing her hands, knees and ankles,
then climbed in behind her and started to fuck her. This was just a prelude to
the real activity, yet to come. As I fucked her, she began to babble her lust.
Fuck me.
Oh, Fuck my cunt.
Fuck me harder.
Then she began to chant in time with my thrusts.
Fuck Me.
Fuck me.
FUCK ME.
FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMEEEEEE.
It didn't take me long to blow my load, because of what was coming next. I
had only primed the pump so to speak and that is what I had wanted to do.
Just as Captain would have, I required Lana to clean my cock by sucking me
off again. Then I left the room. I returned a few minutes later entering the
room as quietly as possible. Lana didn't appear to be aware I had returned. With
me was Good As Gold, Goldie for short, my juvenile AKC Golden Retriever. I led
him over to the point between Lana's splayed legs and guided his snout to her
exposed crotch. He began to lick her immediately.
She jumped at the first contact, but then moaned when Goldie snaked his long
hot tongue into her cunt to try and draw out the mixture of juices there. This
too was right out of one of her Captain fantasies, except Captain always brought
a Doberman. If this went like I thought it would, I would get a Doberman, but if
I had bought a Doberman to start with it would have raised Lana's Suspicion.
She was thoroughly enjoying the tongue-lashing she was getting from Goldie
and he was apparently enjoying it too. Lana's pheromones were apparently being
released as well, for Goldie's cock was starting to emerge from its protective
sheath. Then the detail of the fantasy's she had told me about must have flashed
through her mind, for in her lust she still managed to speak to me.
This is nice, but don't let him fuck me.
Wrong answer. I replied, What he's doing right now is not sexual to
him, as animals don't routinely indulge in oral sex. So it is only sexual to
you. To him it just tastes good. I know how you think animals have child-like
minds and to coerce them to have sex with a human would be tantamount to child
abuse. I disagree with that assessment. Animals are extremely intelligent and
besides if he mounts you and fucks you it wouldn't be due to any coercion, it
would be instinctive, because your pheromones would be screaming fuck me. Your
body telling him what your mind and mouth won't. Besides if Captain were here he
would just laugh at your request. You always told me if you found yourself in an
unusual or unexpected sexual situation, you would probably just roll with the
flow. So we aren't going to encourage or discourage him. If your body says fuck
me and he mounts you, so be it. If not then not. The only way I will interfere
is that if he mounts you, I will guide him to your cunt so he doesn't fuck your
ass.
Goldie's erection was complete now and though he was still a juvenile, he had
an impressive cock hanging from his belly. He hadn't shown any inclination to
mount Lana yet, probably because he was a virgin. I knew Lana couldn't see what
was going on, so I decided to intervene. I stepped over the eagerly
pussy-lapping Goldie and lifted his front legs off the ground and set them on
Lana's back. She gasped as she felt what appeared to be his mount and started to
sob softly. I almost stopped the scenario at this point, but then remembered my
motive was self-defense.
When Goldie didn't drop on down onto Lana's back after a couple of minutes, I
spread his front legs and positioned them on either side of Lana's delicate
little waist. Goldie instinctively clutched her like a bitch he had just mounted
and started thrusting for a target with his cock. Lana gasped when she realized
the inevitable was about to happen and just gasped No, please as his
stabbing cock, steadily dripping pre-cum missed it's target and slipped around
leaving a wet trail all over her proffered ass. Her sobbing got a little louder
and once again I had to remember, why, to preclude myself from stopping what was
happening.
Reaching under Goldie's belly, I grasped his stabbing cock and guided it to
its target, Lana's waiting cunt. With a couple of thrusts, Goldie was buried to
the knot in her cunt. Lana had stopped sobbing the minute he entered her and
appeared to be having her lust re-fortified. She was wiggling her ass a little
to help the dog skewer her slutty box. I lapsed back into the roll of Captain
and spoke as she had related to me he did.
Be still my pretty and let him establish a rhythm.
Lana became still as the inexperienced Goldie began to get the hang of it. He
began pistoning his cock into her at a jackhammer pace. The small knot at the
base was starting to grow as well. The size of a lemon at first, now it was
nearly as large as an Orange. Lana had started to pant now and moan to the
erotic taboo act she was participating in. Now that Goldie had his pace, I went
back into my Captain's role.
Fuck with him bitch, I know you want to.
Lana was pretty securely strapped to the bench, but she still managed to
begin thrusting in counter-motion to Goldie's thrusts. I talked to her as
Captain some more.
Yeah that's right fuck him good bitch. You are getting his cherry, so
make this the gold standard by which he measures all his future fucks. Show him
he can fuck every bitch in the neighborhood and any strays that wander in, but
his best fuck and his most willing bitch is waiting for him right here at home,
anytime he wants her. My words had their effect, for Lana began to babble
her lust and profess her undying devotion to Goldie's cock.
Ok fuck me. Oh fuck me.
Tell him how much you appreciate him taking you as a lover, I
instructed her.
Oh yes, Goldie, you sweet bitch fucker, thank you for taking me as a
lover.
That evening after an afternoon of almost non-stop fucking between Lana and
Goldie, we sat around the dining room table and discussed what we were going to
do the following weekend. Lana said she would like to come back to my country
place next weekend, because it was away from the hustle and bustle of the city,
and in fact she had a weeks vacation coming and she would like to take it week
after next and stay here with me.
The next Friday I picked her up at the airport and as we drove to the
country, she asked if I thought Captain might show up this weekend. I told her I
wasn't sure, did she enjoy the role-play. Her response was that it was
incredible, especially the part with Goldie. I see I said, You
don't have to get a visit from Captain to enjoy Goldie's enthusiasm for using
your body. You can fuck him anytime you want.
Lana's eyes lit up and she leaned over and kissed my cheek and snuggled in
close and said thank you for understanding. I just commented
Once you have gotten over the taboo nature by having experienced it, all
that is left is exploring the pleasure of it all. And apparently she had
gotten over the taboo, for she and Goldie would spend a lot of time together
over the next week. I was almost beginning to get jealous when she crawled over
one evening and sucked me while Goldie fucked her. His thrusts forced her
forward and she got over her problem with performing deep-throat on my cock, so
we all benefited. Besides I enjoy watching her and Goldie go at it. And she now
has enough going on at home to never wander again, I hope.
Lana's Perspective: Lana lay there, exhausted from the intense sexual
activity that had just concluded. Her body glows in the aftermath of the event
she thought she would never give consent to, but now consented to regularly. As
she basked in the afterglow, she looked across the room at the dog resting on
the floor, licking his once large cock as it diminishes in size returning to its
protective sheath.
As she watches Lana's mind wanders back to the activities of just a few
minutes earlier. She had for the 12th time in half as many days gone to her
hands and knees and allowed the large canine to mount and fuck her as only a dog
could. It had been her fantasy, one that she thought she would certainly leave
in the world of fantasy. That was until her fiancée had convinced her to try it
once, while in role-play, and if she didn't like it or was consumed by guilt
afterwards, she could say she tried it, and preferred to leave it as part of her
fantasies.
But since that fateful day two-weeks earlier, she had found herself willing,
no desiring to go into her submissive position and be mounted and fucked like a
bitch. She hadn't yet brought herself to suck the large cock on her doggie
lover, but knew in her mind she would. She loved the feel of a hot, hard cock in
her mouth and saw no reason why she shouldn't grace her talented canine lover
with her considerable talent in this area.
Yet the last vestiges of morality still clung to her mind when she considered
it and prevented her carrying out the deed that was becoming more demanding as
time past. Yet she had no sense of immorality when she stood like a bitch in
heat for the dog. Just like her fiancée had said a few days after the first
event once you got past the Taboo part the rest was easy, or something like
that. She actually found the taboo nature of it to be the key to the intense
pleasure she found in it. Any sense of morality had vanished the first time the
dog had taken her to the mountaintop and allowed her to cascade down the other
side. Since then at least twice a day she would strip herself of her clothes and
call the dog to her.
Assuming the position of the wanton bitch, she would allow him to have his
way with her, taking her own pleasure in the process. Just as had started an
hour or so earlier this morning, Lana would get on her hands then speaking to
the dog would say, Lick.
The dog had come to recognize this word as his signal to begin, and would
approach kneeling Lana and start to lick her offered pussy. The first time Lana
had just marveled at the innate ability the dog's long, slick, hot tongue to
give her fevered crotch pleasure. His long tongue drove her wild as it traced
the bloated lips of her lust-engorged pussy. Lana was in pure ecstasy when that
fevered tongue passed over her clit. The greatest pleasure came though when he
would snake that talented tongue into her overheated cunt to draw out the juices
that ran their like the mighty Mississippi River running between her thighs.
When she could take it no longer she would turn to him and utter one other
word he recognized easily, Mount.
Then the dog would dutifully cover her. Lana thrilled at the feel of his
weight as it came down upon her back and as she felt his paws tighten around her
waist. Then he would start thrusting for a target for his angry cock. On the
first episode her fiancée had guided him to her waiting femaleness, but now if
he didn't find his target in the first two or three thrusts she would reach
between her legs and guide him into her. If she didn't he might find her ass
rather than her cunt. Once that hot, hard, doggie cock was buried in her
overheated cunt the pure pleasure began.
Each time Lana felt the large dog take her femaleness for his own, she again
marveled at the pure lust inducing power of his large doggie cock as he took
her. Her fiancée's cock was large, larger than any man she had ever known, and
Lana had known more than her share of lovers. Yet, the dog dwarfed him be
several inches and the girth was extraordinary. Lana realized he probably wasn't
all that extremely large as cocks go in the animal kingdom, but in comparison to
human males he was huge.
Each time he fucked her she thought her cunt would be stretched to the point
of not being useful to anyone but the dog, but each time it regained it's normal
size and her fiancée had yet to complain of it becoming loose. Yet the size
wasn't the only marvelous thing about his hard cock. The heat of it was what
really marveled Lana. She knew a dog's normal body temperature was 9-10 degrees
hotter than a humans, but she had never thought about how that would translate
during sex.
When the dog first started his instinctive copulation, the dog would drive
his hot hard cock into Lana deeper and deeper with each thrust. His thrusts came
with jackhammer rapidity and always took Lana's breath away. He would thrust,
each successive thrust claiming new territory in her cunt, no man could ever lay
claim to.
Once he had his entire cock buried to the balls in her, the knot at the base
of his cock shaft would begin to swell. The pain off it stretching her at first
scared Lana. She thought surely she would be ripped apart. Not daring to look
between her legs at first, she had finally mustered the courage to look at the
severely distended lips of her over-stretched cunt. She nearly fainted from the
sight. Feeling certain her femaleness would never be the same again.
Then when everything had returned to normal shortly after they had uncoupled,
she never again feared his size. Now she only marveled in the pleasure he could
give her. The pain she experienced when he stretched her now was pleasurable,
for she knew the real pleasure then began.
Once his knot had tied the two together, by natures intent to seal the
entrance to allow his puppy making sperm a head start on it's destination to the
bitch's eggs that awaited their fertilization, his thrusts would slow. If he
were coupled with a dog bitch her cunt muscles would start to massage his cock
to draw out his seed. Lana's activities would not be much different.
By this time in their coupling, Lana would be in an almost constant state of
orgasm. Not the mind-blowing screaming your lungs out kind, but the mild ripple
through your crotch waves of pleasure that came during satisfying sex. Lana's
hips would be rolling as the dog's thrusts were reduced to mere tremors from the
security of his tie.
The outer lips of Lana's cunt would hug the base of the large cock buried in
her just beyond the knot, not really helping to insure the seal the knot
intended, but creating that illusion visually. Her cunt muscles would ripple
along the length of his hot turgid cock, milking its fruits into an explosion of
ecstasy for Lana. As his hot jets of cum hosed down her insides, Lana would
experience the most incredible orgasm. The Mother of all orgasms.
Her cunt would explode in a way that left Lana trembling, but not before she
screamed her lust and her appreciation.
OH FUCK MEEEE YOU BIG DICKED BITCH HOUND!
The hot jets of cum splattering the walls of her cunt were actually just the
prelude. His knot kept them tied together for at least another half-hour after
they coupled. He would dismount and his cock would swivel at the base and they
would be standing ass to ass. But his hot cock would continue to squirt jets of
hot cum on a regular basis until his knot subsided and they could uncouple. Each
squirt would bring on another orgasm and a squeal from Lana.
In her fantasies she had thought it disgusting to have a dog cum in her, but
she was now addicted to the feelings those scalding, orgasm-inducing, jets
caused. She couldn't get enough. Though it was messy, she loved the feel of the
hot doggie cum running down her thighs when she managed to rise afterwards. When
the dog was finally able to withdraw his knot from her, Lana usually dropped in
exhausted bliss. That was how she lay now.
The sight of the dog licking himself and the recollection of the fucking she
just received had caused Lana's lust to rise again. As she stared at the
softening doggie cock that had brought her some much pleasure just moments
before, the last vestiges of inhibition vanished like a mist fog in the first
rays of the morning sun. She crawled across the floor to where the dog lay and
took his cock into her hand and without hesitation took it into her mouth and
started showing the dog her considerable talents at cock sucking.
After only a couple of moments, the dog started to respond to Lana's oral
ministrations, His cock started to grow and his hips involuntarily began to
thrust into the eagerly sucking mouth. Lana's fiancée had spent considerable
time coaxing Lana to learn the deep-throat technique. Then it only came when the
dogs spearing cock had driven forward and her fiancée's cock had slipped into
her throat, and now the dog was beneficiary as his cock went down her throat
with each thrust.
Once the dog had achieved complete arousal, Lana rose and went to her hands
and knees again. Mount, she said her lust became as complete as the
dog's.
Without hesitation the dog mounted his mistress, finding her open cunt on the
first thrust and beginning to pound her pussy into bitch meat. Lana began to
moan with each thrust.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.
Lana's fiancée just sat and watched. After a moment he began to speak.
You really are insatiable. You remember you once told me that if you
hadn't married Jack you would have become a slut. What I say isn't meant in any
way to be disrespectful, but my observation is that a slut is born to that
destiny and if she 'becomes a lady' she is only suppressing the destiny her
birth set in motion. That is why during your years of marriage to Jack you
repeatedly cheated on him. Because you needed the thrill of salacious sex to
fulfill the cravings of the slut inside. Yet it is commendable that you were
able to achieve the outward expression of the lady to present the proper decorum
for your husband's career and your children's home. I have repeatedly asked you
to allow me to introduce other scenarios into our sex life. Scenarios that would
cater to your slutty side, but that I could gain some pleasure from too. I have
never let on that it was purely for you, rather that I too would gain a degree
of pleasure from it. Honey you are not only a slut, but have become a
dog-fucking slut. A moment ago you crawled across the floor and sucked that
dog's cock to get him hard to fuck you again. I love everything about you
including your sluttiness. I ask again, for you to please allow me to set up
scenarios that will allow you not to have to suffer the slut inside. I Love you
and I would do this for you. Life is too short to go through it in misery. We
work hard to earn the money it takes to make us comfortable in the material
manner of comfort we desire. There is no reason why we shouldn't live in the
manner of physical comfort we desire. We buy blankets to sleep warm and food to
quench our hunger, but these aren't the only physical comforts we desire as
humans. Why shouldn't we discreetly seek our other physical comforts and
pleasures. You say you wouldn't enjoy free-for-all sex with strangers. I try to
tell you I think you will. If you think about it, every time I have encouraged
you to try something you were opposed to and you finally did, you enjoyed it and
continued. You told me no anal sex, but once you tried it I think you would
rather have my cock in your ass than in your cunt. You said you couldn't
deep-throat, but once you did it, albeit by accident, it's like you want my
whole body in your throat each time you suck me. You said you wanted dog sex to
remain fantasy and now you can't get enough of it. I think you would get off on
the scenarios I propose. You have fantasies that include others just as you had
a dog fuck fantasy. Just as I have been correct with the other observations. If
not we tried it once and found it distasteful.
Lana had heard these remarks before, but it seems the inhibition mist that
had prevented her sucking the dog had taken other inhibitions with it as well,
or maybe the lust of the moment as the large dog fucked hell out of her had done
it, for she readily agreed. Vaguely in her lust clouded mind she wondered what
the first scenario, as her fiancée called it, would be. She didn't have long to
find out.
If Lana had thought about it, she would have known what to expect. All her
fantasies were basically the same, with only slight variation from one to
another. In these, she was always submissive to one or more male (and
occasionally female) strangers, who used her body for their own pleasure, giving
her pleasure in the process. So a couple of weeks later when the first fantasy
realization unfolded, the scenario was a familiar one. Yet, that is a story for
another time.
Jack, Lana's fiancé, began by soliciting male participants on the Internet.
The Internet presented such a good opportunity to canvas large numbers of people
in a short time. Regardless your project, the Internet was your solution
provider if you knew where to look. Jack narrowed the list from over a hundred
responses to an ad he posted to a personals web site down to three males and a
female. He told each of these the scenario he had in mind. He told the men there
was no guarantee they would get to have sex with Lana, but he felt fairly
certain they would, and that they need only follow his direction to a letter and
the events would unfold. The woman was mainly a 'fluffer', present to suck cocks
and keep them hard if the scenario included fucking, So Jack told the men they
were almost certainly at least going to get a blowjob for their time and
efforts. But what actually occurred that night is a story for another time.
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