sandalwoodie
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Here is a one-chapter story that I wrote a few years ago. I'm still hoping a good artist will come along and do some illustrating for me!
Hope you like it!
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[sandalwoodie] The Party That Changed My Life
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The Party That Changed My Life.
I suppose I don’t laugh much. Never did, I guess. Don't smile much either...
I’ve been told I don’t have much of a sense of humor. That might be true. I always took life pretty seriously, growing up as a poor girl from the other side of the tracks, perhaps my life was too hard.
My mother didn’t laugh much either. It was tough for her. Dad had passed away.
But I’ve always been aggressive. Too aggressive, some have told me.
But I like to work hard at things.
I work hard at a job, or at school, or in the gym. Especially in the gym.
As I matured I quickly realized that my body and my looks were my greatest asset.
I was a tomboy at first, competing with boys and girls in sports and games we would play. I always excelled. Always did better than the girls, and kept up with the boys.
But as soon as I had tits, things changed.
Competition with girls came in a different way. But I was still usually the winner.
With guys it was different, though. In a skirt I caught them checking out my legs. My calves were definitely an eye-catcher. And I often wore tight jeans to provoke looks at my ass. I actually caused a car accident this way once. Not a major one, but it was definitely the fault of my ass.
Up top I was not large particularly, but I was very firm. No need of a bra if I didn’t want one. But I usually wore one anyway, of course.
There’s nothing really spectacular about the rest. Brown hair, brown eyes and I stood about five foot six. The best way to describe my looks would be to say I look like a well-known actress. My mother said I was the spittin’ image of her. Her stage name was Joyce Taylor and she was a singer and actress in the 50’s and 60’s. I look like her, but I can’t sing. Her voice was low and sexy, but mine is high and girly. I definitely have her nose, though.
I took it as a serious compliment.
Here are some images of her:
I always thought she looked a little sultry or bitchy. I guess I do, too.
But the boys were definitely gathering around, anyway.
My first serious boyfriend said I was beautiful. I didn’t agree necessarily, but I didn’t disagree. But I appreciated the compliment enough to reward him with my virginity.
I quickly found out that I had a new and even more powerful weapon. An even greater power.
Almost overnight my boyfriend turned into a total wimp. He said I was the best he’d ever had, and I knew right then he wouldn’t be the only one for me.
A week later I dumped him.
A poor girl from across the tracks doesn’t always get a lot of opportunities, but I managed to get a scholarship to college and I took it without hesitation.
The college arena was certainly much different than my home town high school. Boys and girls were much more diverse, and the atmosphere was wide open with possibilities.
As the guys began to circle I latched onto one from my calculus class who was smart, but not stellar other than that.
I was pleased to find out, however, that he was very well-hung and fairly experienced as well.
He also had an extensive collection of porn and I dove into that without hesitation, eager to learn.
I hadn’t had many female friends at this point, probably because of my jealous nature. I always considered them competition, and I was likely too competitive.
It was mid November, a little over two months into my relationship with Erik, my boyfriend, when I made an interesting discovery. He had been visiting bestiality websites, and I found this insulting as well as somewhat perverted.
We fought about it, and even though we wound up in the bedroom afterwards, I was still pissed off.
I was even more pissed off when he suggested that I should try it.
I thought the idea was ridiculous and that he was very presumptuous for suggesting it.
A few days later he left a website on the computer by accident and I discovered it. I did take the time to study it carefully for a very long moment before I shut it down.
There was no doubt that a dog’s sexual anatomy was unique. From the pointed tip, to the knot at the base, to the angry red color, it was somewhat fascinating, I had to admit.
But I was still angry that he needed to explore this. I was jealous that I, myself, was not enough for him. I fucked his brains out whenever he wanted. How could I compete with a canine?
We fought about it again and I began to think it was about time for me to move on from Erik.
The Party.
It was shortly after this that Erik and I attended a party at a nearby apartment. Erik wanted to go, and the people were all his friends. He said that several people who might be there had some very unique collections of x-rated books and DVD’s that we might borrow. I was still interested in that, so I went with him.
It was not a large group, but I met someone there who would eventually change everything for me.
Most of the guests were about our age, but this man was older, and he stood out among the rest, by far.
His name was Harris Michaels.
And he was strikingly handsome.
For once I had perhaps met my match.
The party began and the kids seemed nice enough. Erik was talking about porn with the guys who were our hosts, so my eyes drifted over to Mr. Michaels.
Aside from being dashingly handsome and impeccably dressed, Harris Michaels drove a new Hummer, and had with him a beautiful dog, whose name was Rommel. He was probably the most beautiful Rottweiller I had ever seen in my life. And his training was amazing.
When our host asked him to give us a demonstration of his skills, Harris nodded and stepped into the center of the room, along with Rommel.
After the usual easy stuff like sit, roll over and shake, he furthered the demonstration by ordering Rommel to get him a beer.
To the surprise of the audience, the dog went straight into the kitchen, pulled open the refrigerator door with his teeth, grabbed a beer from the top shelf, brought it back into the living room.
All of us, myself included, sat there with our mouths open in surprise.
Harris smiled as the dog turned his head and set the beer can down on the coffee table near him.
Then Rommel sat down, coming to attention.
“Is there anything he CAN’T do?” asked our host, whose name was Mark.
Harris smiled and then said, “He has a lighter side, too. Some of his training is in the more frivolous area.”
“Can you show us some more then?” a girl asked him.
Harris looked at her and smiled. “Certainly,” he said.
The girl who asked this was short and pretty, with blonde hair, and wearing a short skirt, just like I was.
She was standing between two other girls, looking on from the side.
Harris looked at her. He directed, “Stand perfectly still for a moment, and keep your hands at your sides. All right?”
The girl nodded. “All right,” she agreed.
“Rommel!” Harris commanded the dog.
The dog looked at him.
He raised his hand, and with his palm opened he pointed his fingers in the direction of the girl.
Rommel rose, trotted right over to her, and sat down right in front of her.
The girl looked down at the dog expectantly, and obviously impressed. Then she looked at Harris.
Then Harris said, “Rommel! Lift!”
Then to my surprise, the dog slipped his nose under the girl’s skirt and lifted, holding for just a second, then letting it fall back down.
We had all seen her panties.
The girl smiled with surprise as did her two friends.
It was a good-natured smile however, and everyone was again impressed.
“That’s quite an interesting trick,” the girl said, looking up.
“Don’t move, then,” said Harris. “It gets better.”
The girl stopped and stood still again.
“Rommel! Sniff!”
This time the dog put his nose under the girl’s skirt, but kept it there, and put his nose up to the girl’s crotch.
The girl’s eyes flew open in surprise and her look was different. I could see her fighting the urge to push him away as she followed Harris’ direction and kept her hands at her sides. Her fingers balled into a fist and she squeezed tightly, trying to stay still.
The girl’s expression changed from surprise to embarrassment, then to concern, as she closed her eyes tightly and forced herself to stay still.
Harris let the moment lengthen, testing her.
“Rommel, sit!” he finally commanded.
The dog sat.
The girl sighed with relief, then looked down at the dog.
At that moment I noticed that my boyfriend Erik was staring in the direction of this girl.
A sharp pang of jealousy hit me as I realized that he was greatly turned on by what had just taken place. I also found myself jealous at all the attention the pretty blonde was getting. I had fought this all my life. Blondes nearly always got noticed first.
Erik and I had been standing off to the side and Harris had not noticed me at all so far.
I was suddenly emboldened by my feelings of jealousy, and my annoyance at my boyfriend.
In a serious tone I spoke out directly.
“Does he do more than sniff?” I asked, a little bit of challenge in my words.
Harris Michaels’ eyes were instantly on me, and I saw him assess me in a flash.
His eyes widened slightly and I knew he had noticed me now.
All other eyes in the room were suddenly upon me as well.
The number of guests was small, being only around a dozen people or so. Beside the three girls, Mark had two male roommates, and there were two other couples in the room besides Erik and me.
I had met Mark and his two roommates, but had never met any of the others.
Harris gave me a more challenging look, as he spoke, “Did you have anything special in mind?” he asked.
“Use your imagination,” I challenged back quickly.
He actually seemed to fumble for words then, and I stayed straight-faced, looking at him in defiance.
The room was now dead quiet but for us.
It was a very pregnant moment, and I wondered if this guy would rise to the challenge.
Erik stood beside me, totally overwhelmed, and said nothing.
Then Harris spoke.
“Are you offering yourself, Miss, uh…..”
“Jill Taylor,” I said straight out.
“Are you offering yourself, Miss Taylor?” he asked pointedly.
“What’s in it for me if I do?” I came back.
“In…… dollars?” he asked, his eyes widening.
I raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Sure. Why not?” I replied.
There was another pause and I smiled as they all thought about it.
Surprisingly enough it was the blonde girl who spoke first. She said, somewhat timidly, “I will pay you one hundred dollars.”
We all looked at her.
“So will I,” said the girl next to her.
“Me too,” said her other friend.
The room quieted again.
I turned to Erik, putting him on the spot.
I said, “You wanted to see this. How much will YOU pay.”
He looked at me then, trying to face me. My eyes bore into him.
Speaking in a slightly harsh but firm tone, he answered, “I will pay TWO hundred dollars.”
I nodded.
Then Mark, our host, spoke up. “I will pay that much, too,” he said.
Then both of his roommates spoke up, offering that same amount.
The two couples were next, with the guy from the first stepping up and saying, “WE will pay two hundred dollars, too. A hundred each.”
From the second couple, the guy nodded as well. “Count us in, too, same as them,” he said.
I now had fifteen hundred dollars offered to me for doing who-knew-what with this Rottweiller.
I looked over at Harris Michaels with a what-do-you-say-to-that look on my face.
He looked around the room quickly and assessed the fact that this was a totally willing audience.
“Before I make an offer,” he said, “Let’s clarify something.”
I said nothing, waiting.
He continued, “You are willing to go all the way with Rommel here. Here in this apartment, with all of us watching.”
I said firmly, “I might be.”
“You might be. Well…” he said, thinking fast now, “If you are, and if you are willing to take off every stitch, and let me direct AND assist you, I will match everyone else’s offer so far.”
There were some gasps and there were some sighs, but the audience reacted positively and the ball was back in my court now.
“That is a very handsome offer, Mr. Michaels,” I returned. I looked at him for a few more seconds before I spoke. “And here is my answer,” I stated calmly.
Then, with as smooth a motion as I could muster, I bent downward, slipped my hand under my skirt, and slid my panties down my legs. I slipped my flat shoes through them, stood up straight, then dropped the thin garment on the carpet in front of me, with a flourish.
I heard murmurs from the group.
“I take it that is a yes,” Harris Michaels clarified.
“It is,” I enunciated.
I suddenly noticed the blonde girl opening her purse and starting to dig.
Other guys reached for the wallets and some dug into their pockets.
This group was serious.
Well, I was also, so I stood still, waiting for direction.
I turned to Erik, “I hope this is what you wanted,” I said softly through my teeth.
He said nothing back to me, but reached into his pocket for his own cash.
I stood there then, waiting for Harris Michaels to make the next move.
I had made the decision, and would follow through with it.
Being submissive was not my strength, but in this case it was the only way I could go.
And, if I were going to prostitute myself, at least I was going to be three thousand dollars richer, and it would be at the hands of this incredibly handsome and interesting guy, I thought.
He was obviously not shy, and the group who were watching did not bother him at all.
He stood up then and approached, walking straight up to face me.
As he did, he called his dog.
“Rommel!”
The dog was instantly at his side.
Then Mr. Michaels stood before me, commanded his dog to sit, and looked at me closely.
He was about six foot two, and even more handsome up close than before. His eyes bore into mine without hesitation, and I knew that he was now in command. Another role I was not used to.
He looked me up and down, assessing my body and my looks in a flash, then he looked right into me and spoke evenly.
“You are truly quite stunning, Jill Taylor.”
They were nice words to hear, and I appreciated the softer approach at this point.
Erik had disappeared from my side minutes before and everyone else moved away to give us room.
“Thank you,” I managed to say.
“Ever done this before?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
“I’ll bet submissive is not your usual role,” he said next.
“You are correct,” I answered factually.
“Are you good at taking direction,” he asked next.
“No, I’m not,” I admitted. “But I will in this case.”
“Very good,” he said with a nod.
I returned his nod, affirming my agreement.
“We will be as gentle as we can,” he said.
I nodded again, gratefully, then said, “I will handle it.”
He paused for a moment, then said in a soft voice, “I will want to see you after this. Are you open to that?” he asked.
I nodded, subtly.
“I am,” I said.
“I will give you my cell phone number,” he said next.
I said nothing, but nodded my agreement to call him.
That being said, he stepped back about six feet.
“Rommel!” he said.
The dog looked his way.
He pointed his hand my way.
The dog approached me and sat.
“Rommel, lift,” he commanded.
The dog slipped his nose under my skirt and flipped it up for a second. Then he dropped it.
“Good dog,” came the words. Then he said, “Rommel, sniff!”
The dog slipped his nose under my skirt again, this time pressing his nose against me at the junction of my legs.
I closed my eyes.
“Jill,” Harris said, directing his voice to me, “Please lift the front of your skirt for us.”
I lifted the front of my skirt, exposing myself, with the dog’s nose at my bush.
“Would you move your feet further apart?” he suggested.
I did as he asked.
“Rommel, lick!” came the next command.
My legs were parted just enough for Rommel’s tongue to slide between them.
I immediately felt the wetness as the sandpaperlike pink muscle found the lips of my girlhood, and started to explore.
It was like a jolt of electricity.
I had never felt or imagined anything quite like this.
It was like a dozen human tongues working all at once.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt!
It made me shudder uncontrollably.
I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip, my face looking deadly serious as I fought back some tears.
I took a deep breath and held it, trying to retain control as the lapping tongue slid all the way through my legs and lapped the entire surface of my taint, from the crease of my buttocks to the front of my muff.
As the rough but spongy surface dragged along through my most sensitive area I fisted my fingers and took a deep breath.
With my jaw tightly clenched I opened my eyes for a moment to see that all other eyes were on me, save Harris who was looking at the lower unit of his dog.
I followed his eyes to Rommel’s lower quarters and saw the growing erection as it began to emerge, red and big.
I fixed my eyes upon it, watching it stiffen, as Rommel stimulated me and himself became aroused.
I had no expectations really, but I was quickly impressed by the size of what I was seeing. I had seen just enough on the internet to be familiar with the shape and color, but as it appeared in reality I was still somewhat mesmerized with the sight of the real thing.
It was definitely pointed at the tip, and as it grew I saw the massive bulb at the base of the shaft. The thought of that going inside me gave me a tingle of apprehension… and determination.
In fact, I knew that this COULD be done, and if it could, I was certain I could do it.
The fact that my boyfriend had wanted it earlier was now irrevelant. I was much more interested in doing this for Harris Michaels.
So as I stood there now, nearly breathless while Rommel licked my labia, Harris stepped back and spoke.
“Jill, would you remove your upper garments for us now, please?” he said politely.
I did not nod or shake my head, but brought my fingers up and began to unbutton.
I tried to focus on undressing instead of the eagerly probing tongue, but it was not easy, for certain. My fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning myself.
No one made any move to help me, and I slid the thin blouse back and over my shoulders. As it dropped to the floor behind me, I adeptly unsnapped the bra with my left hand.
I slipped the straps forward and let my bra fall down my arms into my hands.
Straightening myself, I dropped the undergarment and I displayed myself to the crowd, shoulders back and chest fully visible.
“Very, very nice,” said Harris sincerely, glancing at my naked breasts, then looking back into my eyes.
I gave him a short nod of appreciation, fighting back a shiver.
Rommel was still licking me!
In a slightly louder voice he said then, “And would you remove your skirt now for us, please.”
My skirt had a snap and a zipper so I reached for them.
“Rommel, sit!” commanded Mr. Michaels.
The dog stopped licking me and sat back.
I unsnapped, unzipped, and the skirt fell at my feet.
I was now totally naked, there in the room.
The lone naked female……
But I always wore my nakedness proudly so I had no problem standing there.
“And would you do a turn for us now? A 360 turn?”
So he wanted me to model myself for them all, totally nude. Not surprising, I guessed. And I was quite proud of my body. So I did it. I turned around slowly, pausing when my ass was facing the center of the circle, showing every part of my backside. I stood up straight then, facing the audience.
“I’m even more impressed, Miss Taylor,” Harris said to me.
I nodded to him again, this time saying, “Thank you.”
He extended his hand to me then, saying, “I think we should do this over here.”
I reached out, took his hand, and let him lead me to the center of the living room. As we did this, the others gathered chairs and sat, while some stepped closer, still standing.
“All right, Jill,” he said, “Let’s get you on your hands and knees, facing this way.”
He wanted me facing the kitchen, which would point me toward most of the audience.
I knelt without hesitation, then leaned forward, putting my hands down onto the carpet.
Harris stooped in front of me, then said, “He is fully ready now, Jill, so I’m going to give him another command. I will say ‘mount’, and he will mount you then, eagerly. He probably will have no trouble finding his target, but he may make a few tries beforehand.”
I nodded, listening intently.
“All I ask is that you do not hold back for us. Let us hear your feelings. But…if you need a safe word, just say ‘stop him’. Okay?”
I nodded to him.
He moved toward my backside.
“Rommel, heel,” came the next command.
My fingers tightened into the carpet and my muscles flexed.
“Rommel, sniff!” came the next command, which I wasn’t expecting.
I felt his nose against the backs of my thighs.
I waited. Perfectly still. Mouth slightly dry. Teeth clenched.
“Rommel! MOUNT!” came the words.
Instantly the dog’s chest came down on my naked back and his front legs wrapped around my sides.
I felt his hips begin to move and his throbbing member was bumping my ass with his movements.
“OH! OH! OH! OH!” I cried out.
I braced myself, waiting, gasping as he searched.
He shifted slightly, lowering.
I rotated my pelvis, trying to give him a better target.
“That’s perfect!” said Harris quickly.
I was totally wet with anticipation at this point, but I still had no idea how difficult this might be. But on the inside I was as ready as a bitch in heat.
Mentally, however, the story was quite different.
The magnitude of the moment hit me like a thunderbolt!
Jesus!
This was going to happen!
This dog was gonna fuck me!
And at that very moment, that amazing instant, Rommel found his target.
His pink, stiff, erect penis slammed into me in one, hard, relentless thrust.
I felt it slide the entire length of my tunnel, shoving its length right up to the very end, until the pink point pressed against the very end of my pussy.
I was completely unable to hold back a high-pitched squeal as the shaft rammed its way ruthlessly inside me.
My body was driven forward with the power of his first thrust and I braced myself with both hands as I cried out.
“NNYYYYEEEAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
My eyes flew open.
My head rolled back.
I was fucked!
But aside from the amazing feeling of the thick shaft filling me, the lust of this act was even more overwhelming.
I was being fucked by a DOG! I had an ANIMAL’s penis inside me! And I had an audience.
My bodily instincts answered then in the only way that they possibly could.
I came. Right away.
I came harder than I had ever, EVER before.
Amazingly enough there was no warning, no buildup to it.
Every nerve ending in my body exploded at one time. I had never experienced such a loss of control.
It was like my insides detonated, surging from my core, outward and downward through my legs and up my torso, all the way to my chin.
Every muscle tightened like a bowstring getting ready to release.
My heart stopped.
My breathing stopped.
My mouth opened but no sound came out.
It was like everything froze for a long split-second…..
And then, suddenly everything flexed and spasmed at the same time.
“NNYUH!!! NNYUH!!!” I went. “FUCK!!!” I went. “JESUS, I’M CUMMING!!!” I announced, raising my head. “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!”
Rommel had started pumping instantly, but I was busy with my own bodily movements now, as my head snapped back in a violent jerk.
My body began to convulse, sending shock wave after shock wave along my rib cage, keeping my head jerking relentlessly forward and back as my hair flew around my face.
There was definitely no stopping it. Even if I had wanted to. Which I didn’t.
My cunt went into such a violent contraction I was afraid I might injure poor Rommel with the strength of it.
My asshole squeezed shut so hard I thought it would implode.
I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to keep my neck from permanent damage.
“OHWAH! OHWAH!” I cried out helplessly.
Wave after wave after wave cascaded over me, making my skin tingle like a million little needles.
“NNN! NNN! NNN! NNN!” I wailed aloud.
Not a soul moved in the room save Rommel and me, and I could feel the eyes upon us as we started to breed.
My core muscles finally relented, and as I felt this small relief, a heavy gasp escaped my throat.
“NNYYAAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh…”
Then my sphincter and my vagina went into a series of throbbing pulsations, as I felt the blood begin to rush through my veins again. Rommel refound his rhythm…
I cried out hard now, gripping the carpet and pushing back against my partner, fighting to stay upright on hands and knees. The dog was pounding me now.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!” I squealed.
I rode the crest of my climax for as long as it would carry me, glowing now in the downward slope of it as I started to come back to the room.
Rommel kept pummelling me as though he had hardly noticed my orgasm, and his hips moved like a jackhammer going through asphalt.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!”
The stiffened red shaft rammed all the way into me, burying its pointed tip against the very end of my sheath with each downstroke.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!”
It retreated nearly all the way each time, reversing direction with only an inch or more still inside me.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!”
The speed of it was incredible, and at first I thought there would be no way that I could ever keep up.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!”
Like pistons firing in a formula one engine, Rommel’s hips slammed against me, his loins smacking my buttocks like machine-gun fire.
I never dreamed of being fucked so hard.
I was completely taken in.
My female instincts were welcoming this pounding. They were adoring the punishment I was receiving.
It was perfect.
As I began to adjust to the pace, as I found my balance beneath my animal partner, I pushed myself back against him, giving myself completely to our act of lewdity.
“NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!!” I went.
My former cries had transformed into more of a desperate gasp by now.
“NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!!” came the sound.
My eyes opened just long enough to take in the audience around me, and every face I saw was glued to the action, with eyes locked and expressions very serious.
Harris was to my left and behind me slightly, and then I noticed something that stopped my breath.
My boyfriend Erik was in front of me, just to the right, and he was holding his phone, recording, aiming right at my face.
“Ohhhhhhh,” I gasped, closing my eyes and letting my head fall forward.
Lifting it back up, with my eyes closed, I hissed loudly, “You…… fucking….. bastard……”
The camera did not move, recording relentlessly, and as I braced myself there on hands and knees, letting this Rottweiller fuck me, with my boyfriend degrading me even more thoroughly by putting this on film. He was recording my act of bestiality, and I knew instantly that this could easily find its way to the internet, and he could use it to further humiliate me in every way.
But there was nothing I could do.
I was completely taken.
It was already done.
But I still was angry that he had not asked me. Angry that he wanted this. And…angry that I had been distracted.
But then, with grim determination, I did what he would have least expected.
I lifted my head up slowly, turned slightly to the right, and looked straight into his lens, holding my eyes right on it.
As Rommel banged away on top of me I looked right at the camera.
I saw Erik’s eyes widen in surprise.
I kept my face turned toward him while this Rottweiller screwed me.
I heard gasps from the others in the room.
But I kept my eyes fixed on the lens, my face trying hard to be devoid of any kind of expression.
My panting was now fast and furious, and my mouth was opened as I took in air desperately. He moved in closer, still aimed right at my face, until his lens was two inches from my open mouth.
My look softened a little, the closer he got, and I finally gasped and closed my eyes then dropped my head.
Let him film. I was busy.
Rommel was still banging me hard and his front legs were wrapped around me so tight I could feel him scratching the skin around my ribcage.
I set myself there, even tighter still, then began to rock back against him, at my own pace, trying to find his.
This put him off his rhythm a little and I tried to take over then, pumping my body back against him.
“Perfect!” I heard Harris say quickly.
With his encouragement I moved a little faster, and then Rommel began to move again.
It was difficult for us to find a matching rhythm.
But we both tried.
I would rock my body as fast as I could, trying to set the pace, but Rommel would soon overtake me with his speed and vigor.
But he did slow for me every time I tried, I had to give him big points for that.
I was totally into this now. Determined to take an active part in this fuck.
Even though he outweighed me by fifteen pounds, even though I was dwarfed by his strength and power, I would do my part to make this good for him, as well as everybody else.
Harris was in front of me now, on my left, and my soon-to-be-ex boyfriend was still filming on my right. Also, many of the others in the audience had moved in closer, surrounding me more intimately than before.
With Rommel’s fur pressing firmly against my naked back, I could feel his warm breath just above my left ear.
“UN! UN! UN! UN!” I cried rapidly as I tried to find my harmony with him.
“UN! UN! UN! UN!” I went as the shaft plunged in and out, in and out, in and out.
“UN! UN! UN! UN!” I squealed as I mated with a dog for the first time.
The temperature in the room was rising, and I could feel myself getting damp from the heat of us.
We were finding each other, and our attempts at matching rhythms were getting better and better.
Both the dog AND I were really concentrating now.
Then, without warning, he paused and began to push against me hard.
I felt a huge pressure against my opening, and quickly knew that he was trying to knot with me.
He wanted to get that big red bulb inside me, deep.
I braced myself.
I wanted this too.
I heard someone say, “He’s trying to knot with her.”
I clenched my teeth, set my jaw, and pushed back to him with as much force as I could muster.
I had no idea how big the knot was going to be, but I was determined to take it inside me.
I did this automatically, my instincts taking over for me, thinking only that it was the right thing to do now.
The pressure mounted and I felt my kitty lips begin to spread for my visitor.
“OHHHHH!!!!” I gasped.
It was gonna be huge.
I sucked in air desperately, holding myself firm.
Rommel kept pushing.
“OHH, JESUS!!!” I wailed as we pushed together.
Erik moved down to film at our point of union, and another camera moved in to take his place.
I did not even care at this point.
My pretty pink pussy was being stretched to the limit.
But it was going! I could definitely feel it inside me now.
“OHHHH!!! JESUS!!!” I cried out again. “JESUS JESUS JESUS!!!!!!
God this thing was big!!!!
I knew when he had me completely locked up, because he began to pump again.
The stroke was different this time, because we were locked together, and my insides moved as he thrust his cock forward and back. It was a very different feeling, but enjoyable also as he stayed fully inside me the whole time.
He had me now, and would not let me go.
He kept pumping, pumping, pumping……
I strangely had not thought of this before, but suddenly I realized that he would soon come inside me.
He and I were going to do this. All the way.
My eyes flew open at the thought as I raised my head.
Oh my God……
And then it happened. What we all wanted…..
I felt the wetness inside me as the spurts began.
My eyes opened further. Wide, wide, wide.
“JESUS!!! HE’S CUMMING!!!” I announced to everyone. “HE’S CUMMING INSIDE ME!!!!”
The group erupted with murmurs of pleasure, as I began to receive doggie sperm.
Just seeing their eager wanton eyes upon me put me over the edge.
I came again.
My head tipped back, my eyes closed, and I gasped.
“SHIT!” I said, “I’M CUMMING!!! I’M CUMMING TOO!!!”
My insides went off again with a mighty burst.
I made a quick and heavy shudder, then my body began its dance of convulsive spasms.
“AAAUUCHHHK!” I choked as I felt it take me.
I somehow managed not to collapse, keeping my elbows locked, as dog jism poured into me, jetting far into my depths, and I came at the very same time.
My cunt muscles throbbed and squeezed, milking my canine mate for everything he had to give me.
From the junction of my thighs to the depths of my belly, I felt the contractions, feeling them radiate up and outward, engulfing my entire person.
With Rommel firmly against my naked back, I took him with me, as the throes of passion and ecstasy took us both.
The force of my uncontrolled body nearly lifted him off the floor as he rode me, his chest against my bare back.
But Rommel stayed with me, embracing with both front legs, holding me with him, as he planted his seed inside me.
It was indeed a very tender moment for me, knowing that I was receiving his mess, taking his cum, being his bitch. I really did feel that. But it was still violent for us both……
My hair flew forward and back, my shoulders jerked, my head bucked.
I gasped for air desperately, my chest heaving, as my breasts swung forward and back in the air below.
Just like the first one, this one was very strong and it rode me like a slave girl, taking my body to heights like never before.
I sobbed as I gave in to it, submitting myself completely, giving myself to the dog, the cameras, and the audience.
I felt the pressure from all of the doggie spunk that had built up inside me now, and accepted the thought that I would hold it in until Rommel was ready to release me.
He had stopped pumping now, and was just holding me tightly, hugging me as I stayed beneath him.
The spasms began to recede and I felt a warmth inside as I returned slowly to earth.
Then, as if on cue, Rommel lifted off me, uncovering my back as he turned away.
His cock, his knot, and his sperm were still inside me.
We were tied.
I turned my head and glanced back to see him, taking in the sight of us there, butt to butt.
I closed my eyes and gasped, lowering my head. My hair fell around my face.
We had done it.
All the way.
Rommel stayed inside me for thirty minutes. For half an hour we were locked together, there in Mark’s living room, surrounded by a dozen people.
They began to talk a little bit now, but most of the attention stayed on Rommel and me as I waited there patiently on hands and knees, catching my breath, my mascara running from both eyes.
Everyone was very nice to me now, and the pretty blonde girl came up and knelt beside me.
“I just want you to know that I think you’re incredible,” she said sincerely. “Really incredible.”
I had to smile at that. “Thanks,” I said. “And thanks for getting this going.”
“Oh?” she questioned.
“It was you who made the first offer.”
“Oh. That’s right I guess.”
Just then Harris stooped down next to her and gave me a nod.
“Jill, that was just PERFECT. You were superb. And I think he’s about to pull out now.”
I nodded and braced myself as the two of them moved back to watch.
I felt another pressure, then heard a soft pop as I felt the shaft slide out of me. Sperm poured out in a thick white river, falling onto the carpet as the group looked on.
Pictures flashed, cameras filmed and voices murmured as our deed came to a close.
I stood up slowly, not trying to hide my naked body in any way. There was cum on both my legs, and I saw the large puddle on the floor. No one had tried to clean it up yet.
Harris spoke up then and announced, “Ladies, I just want you to know that I have two other dogs in an apartment downstairs if any others of you want to follow Jill’s lead.”
My head turned to the blonde girl. She saw me and dropped her eyes.
I stepped over to her, still naked.
The room went silent.
“I’ll help you if you want to,” I offered softly.
“Oh my God,” she mewed.
Then without thinking I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
She kissed me back.
I pulled back to look at her.
She nodded.
So this was the night that changed my life.
In closing I want to add some things.
I broke up with Erik the next day, but we are still friends, and probably closer now than we were before.
I gave Harris my phone number and he called me the next day. We have been together, steadily, for over five years now.
I’m finished with college and I work in New York City.
Harris and I share a very nice condo near Central Park.
Rommel lives with us, and sometimes he shares our bed.
I’m happier than I have ever been. I even smile sometimes.
I suppose I don’t laugh much. Never did, I guess. Don't smile much either...
I’ve been told I don’t have much of a sense of humor. That might be true. I always took life pretty seriously, growing up as a poor girl from the other side of the tracks, perhaps my life was too hard.
My mother didn’t laugh much either. It was tough for her. Dad had passed away.
But I’ve always been aggressive. Too aggressive, some have told me.
But I like to work hard at things.
I work hard at a job, or at school, or in the gym. Especially in the gym.
As I matured I quickly realized that my body and my looks were my greatest asset.
I was a tomboy at first, competing with boys and girls in sports and games we would play. I always excelled. Always did better than the girls, and kept up with the boys.
But as soon as I had tits, things changed.
Competition with girls came in a different way. But I was still usually the winner.
With guys it was different, though. In a skirt I caught them checking out my legs. My calves were definitely an eye-catcher. And I often wore tight jeans to provoke looks at my ass. I actually caused a car accident this way once. Not a major one, but it was definitely the fault of my ass.
Up top I was not large particularly, but I was very firm. No need of a bra if I didn’t want one. But I usually wore one anyway, of course.
There’s nothing really spectacular about the rest. Brown hair, brown eyes and I stood about five foot six. The best way to describe my looks would be to say I look like a well-known actress. My mother said I was the spittin’ image of her. Her stage name was Joyce Taylor and she was a singer and actress in the 50’s and 60’s. I look like her, but I can’t sing. Her voice was low and sexy, but mine is high and girly. I definitely have her nose, though.
I took it as a serious compliment.
Here are some images of her:
I always thought she looked a little sultry or bitchy. I guess I do, too.
But the boys were definitely gathering around, anyway.
My first serious boyfriend said I was beautiful. I didn’t agree necessarily, but I didn’t disagree. But I appreciated the compliment enough to reward him with my virginity.
I quickly found out that I had a new and even more powerful weapon. An even greater power.
Almost overnight my boyfriend turned into a total wimp. He said I was the best he’d ever had, and I knew right then he wouldn’t be the only one for me.
A week later I dumped him.
A poor girl from across the tracks doesn’t always get a lot of opportunities, but I managed to get a scholarship to college and I took it without hesitation.
The college arena was certainly much different than my home town high school. Boys and girls were much more diverse, and the atmosphere was wide open with possibilities.
As the guys began to circle I latched onto one from my calculus class who was smart, but not stellar other than that.
I was pleased to find out, however, that he was very well-hung and fairly experienced as well.
He also had an extensive collection of porn and I dove into that without hesitation, eager to learn.
I hadn’t had many female friends at this point, probably because of my jealous nature. I always considered them competition, and I was likely too competitive.
It was mid November, a little over two months into my relationship with Erik, my boyfriend, when I made an interesting discovery. He had been visiting bestiality websites, and I found this insulting as well as somewhat perverted.
We fought about it, and even though we wound up in the bedroom afterwards, I was still pissed off.
I was even more pissed off when he suggested that I should try it.
I thought the idea was ridiculous and that he was very presumptuous for suggesting it.
A few days later he left a website on the computer by accident and I discovered it. I did take the time to study it carefully for a very long moment before I shut it down.
There was no doubt that a dog’s sexual anatomy was unique. From the pointed tip, to the knot at the base, to the angry red color, it was somewhat fascinating, I had to admit.
But I was still angry that he needed to explore this. I was jealous that I, myself, was not enough for him. I fucked his brains out whenever he wanted. How could I compete with a canine?
We fought about it again and I began to think it was about time for me to move on from Erik.
The Party.
It was shortly after this that Erik and I attended a party at a nearby apartment. Erik wanted to go, and the people were all his friends. He said that several people who might be there had some very unique collections of x-rated books and DVD’s that we might borrow. I was still interested in that, so I went with him.
It was not a large group, but I met someone there who would eventually change everything for me.
Most of the guests were about our age, but this man was older, and he stood out among the rest, by far.
His name was Harris Michaels.
And he was strikingly handsome.
For once I had perhaps met my match.
The party began and the kids seemed nice enough. Erik was talking about porn with the guys who were our hosts, so my eyes drifted over to Mr. Michaels.
Aside from being dashingly handsome and impeccably dressed, Harris Michaels drove a new Hummer, and had with him a beautiful dog, whose name was Rommel. He was probably the most beautiful Rottweiller I had ever seen in my life. And his training was amazing.
When our host asked him to give us a demonstration of his skills, Harris nodded and stepped into the center of the room, along with Rommel.
After the usual easy stuff like sit, roll over and shake, he furthered the demonstration by ordering Rommel to get him a beer.
To the surprise of the audience, the dog went straight into the kitchen, pulled open the refrigerator door with his teeth, grabbed a beer from the top shelf, brought it back into the living room.
All of us, myself included, sat there with our mouths open in surprise.
Harris smiled as the dog turned his head and set the beer can down on the coffee table near him.
Then Rommel sat down, coming to attention.
“Is there anything he CAN’T do?” asked our host, whose name was Mark.
Harris smiled and then said, “He has a lighter side, too. Some of his training is in the more frivolous area.”
“Can you show us some more then?” a girl asked him.
Harris looked at her and smiled. “Certainly,” he said.
The girl who asked this was short and pretty, with blonde hair, and wearing a short skirt, just like I was.
She was standing between two other girls, looking on from the side.
Harris looked at her. He directed, “Stand perfectly still for a moment, and keep your hands at your sides. All right?”
The girl nodded. “All right,” she agreed.
“Rommel!” Harris commanded the dog.
The dog looked at him.
He raised his hand, and with his palm opened he pointed his fingers in the direction of the girl.
Rommel rose, trotted right over to her, and sat down right in front of her.
The girl looked down at the dog expectantly, and obviously impressed. Then she looked at Harris.
Then Harris said, “Rommel! Lift!”
Then to my surprise, the dog slipped his nose under the girl’s skirt and lifted, holding for just a second, then letting it fall back down.
We had all seen her panties.
The girl smiled with surprise as did her two friends.
It was a good-natured smile however, and everyone was again impressed.
“That’s quite an interesting trick,” the girl said, looking up.
“Don’t move, then,” said Harris. “It gets better.”
The girl stopped and stood still again.
“Rommel! Sniff!”
This time the dog put his nose under the girl’s skirt, but kept it there, and put his nose up to the girl’s crotch.
The girl’s eyes flew open in surprise and her look was different. I could see her fighting the urge to push him away as she followed Harris’ direction and kept her hands at her sides. Her fingers balled into a fist and she squeezed tightly, trying to stay still.
The girl’s expression changed from surprise to embarrassment, then to concern, as she closed her eyes tightly and forced herself to stay still.
Harris let the moment lengthen, testing her.
“Rommel, sit!” he finally commanded.
The dog sat.
The girl sighed with relief, then looked down at the dog.
At that moment I noticed that my boyfriend Erik was staring in the direction of this girl.
A sharp pang of jealousy hit me as I realized that he was greatly turned on by what had just taken place. I also found myself jealous at all the attention the pretty blonde was getting. I had fought this all my life. Blondes nearly always got noticed first.
Erik and I had been standing off to the side and Harris had not noticed me at all so far.
I was suddenly emboldened by my feelings of jealousy, and my annoyance at my boyfriend.
In a serious tone I spoke out directly.
“Does he do more than sniff?” I asked, a little bit of challenge in my words.
Harris Michaels’ eyes were instantly on me, and I saw him assess me in a flash.
His eyes widened slightly and I knew he had noticed me now.
All other eyes in the room were suddenly upon me as well.
The number of guests was small, being only around a dozen people or so. Beside the three girls, Mark had two male roommates, and there were two other couples in the room besides Erik and me.
I had met Mark and his two roommates, but had never met any of the others.
Harris gave me a more challenging look, as he spoke, “Did you have anything special in mind?” he asked.
“Use your imagination,” I challenged back quickly.
He actually seemed to fumble for words then, and I stayed straight-faced, looking at him in defiance.
The room was now dead quiet but for us.
It was a very pregnant moment, and I wondered if this guy would rise to the challenge.
Erik stood beside me, totally overwhelmed, and said nothing.
Then Harris spoke.
“Are you offering yourself, Miss, uh…..”
“Jill Taylor,” I said straight out.
“Are you offering yourself, Miss Taylor?” he asked pointedly.
“What’s in it for me if I do?” I came back.
“In…… dollars?” he asked, his eyes widening.
I raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Sure. Why not?” I replied.
There was another pause and I smiled as they all thought about it.
Surprisingly enough it was the blonde girl who spoke first. She said, somewhat timidly, “I will pay you one hundred dollars.”
We all looked at her.
“So will I,” said the girl next to her.
“Me too,” said her other friend.
The room quieted again.
I turned to Erik, putting him on the spot.
I said, “You wanted to see this. How much will YOU pay.”
He looked at me then, trying to face me. My eyes bore into him.
Speaking in a slightly harsh but firm tone, he answered, “I will pay TWO hundred dollars.”
I nodded.
Then Mark, our host, spoke up. “I will pay that much, too,” he said.
Then both of his roommates spoke up, offering that same amount.
The two couples were next, with the guy from the first stepping up and saying, “WE will pay two hundred dollars, too. A hundred each.”
From the second couple, the guy nodded as well. “Count us in, too, same as them,” he said.
I now had fifteen hundred dollars offered to me for doing who-knew-what with this Rottweiller.
I looked over at Harris Michaels with a what-do-you-say-to-that look on my face.
He looked around the room quickly and assessed the fact that this was a totally willing audience.
“Before I make an offer,” he said, “Let’s clarify something.”
I said nothing, waiting.
He continued, “You are willing to go all the way with Rommel here. Here in this apartment, with all of us watching.”
I said firmly, “I might be.”
“You might be. Well…” he said, thinking fast now, “If you are, and if you are willing to take off every stitch, and let me direct AND assist you, I will match everyone else’s offer so far.”
There were some gasps and there were some sighs, but the audience reacted positively and the ball was back in my court now.
“That is a very handsome offer, Mr. Michaels,” I returned. I looked at him for a few more seconds before I spoke. “And here is my answer,” I stated calmly.
Then, with as smooth a motion as I could muster, I bent downward, slipped my hand under my skirt, and slid my panties down my legs. I slipped my flat shoes through them, stood up straight, then dropped the thin garment on the carpet in front of me, with a flourish.
I heard murmurs from the group.
“I take it that is a yes,” Harris Michaels clarified.
“It is,” I enunciated.
I suddenly noticed the blonde girl opening her purse and starting to dig.
Other guys reached for the wallets and some dug into their pockets.
This group was serious.
Well, I was also, so I stood still, waiting for direction.
I turned to Erik, “I hope this is what you wanted,” I said softly through my teeth.
He said nothing back to me, but reached into his pocket for his own cash.
I stood there then, waiting for Harris Michaels to make the next move.
I had made the decision, and would follow through with it.
Being submissive was not my strength, but in this case it was the only way I could go.
And, if I were going to prostitute myself, at least I was going to be three thousand dollars richer, and it would be at the hands of this incredibly handsome and interesting guy, I thought.
He was obviously not shy, and the group who were watching did not bother him at all.
He stood up then and approached, walking straight up to face me.
As he did, he called his dog.
“Rommel!”
The dog was instantly at his side.
Then Mr. Michaels stood before me, commanded his dog to sit, and looked at me closely.
He was about six foot two, and even more handsome up close than before. His eyes bore into mine without hesitation, and I knew that he was now in command. Another role I was not used to.
He looked me up and down, assessing my body and my looks in a flash, then he looked right into me and spoke evenly.
“You are truly quite stunning, Jill Taylor.”
They were nice words to hear, and I appreciated the softer approach at this point.
Erik had disappeared from my side minutes before and everyone else moved away to give us room.
“Thank you,” I managed to say.
“Ever done this before?” he asked.
“No,” I replied.
“I’ll bet submissive is not your usual role,” he said next.
“You are correct,” I answered factually.
“Are you good at taking direction,” he asked next.
“No, I’m not,” I admitted. “But I will in this case.”
“Very good,” he said with a nod.
I returned his nod, affirming my agreement.
“We will be as gentle as we can,” he said.
I nodded again, gratefully, then said, “I will handle it.”
He paused for a moment, then said in a soft voice, “I will want to see you after this. Are you open to that?” he asked.
I nodded, subtly.
“I am,” I said.
“I will give you my cell phone number,” he said next.
I said nothing, but nodded my agreement to call him.
That being said, he stepped back about six feet.
“Rommel!” he said.
The dog looked his way.
He pointed his hand my way.
The dog approached me and sat.
“Rommel, lift,” he commanded.
The dog slipped his nose under my skirt and flipped it up for a second. Then he dropped it.
“Good dog,” came the words. Then he said, “Rommel, sniff!”
The dog slipped his nose under my skirt again, this time pressing his nose against me at the junction of my legs.
I closed my eyes.
“Jill,” Harris said, directing his voice to me, “Please lift the front of your skirt for us.”
I lifted the front of my skirt, exposing myself, with the dog’s nose at my bush.
“Would you move your feet further apart?” he suggested.
I did as he asked.
“Rommel, lick!” came the next command.
My legs were parted just enough for Rommel’s tongue to slide between them.
I immediately felt the wetness as the sandpaperlike pink muscle found the lips of my girlhood, and started to explore.
It was like a jolt of electricity.
I had never felt or imagined anything quite like this.
It was like a dozen human tongues working all at once.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt!
It made me shudder uncontrollably.
I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip, my face looking deadly serious as I fought back some tears.
I took a deep breath and held it, trying to retain control as the lapping tongue slid all the way through my legs and lapped the entire surface of my taint, from the crease of my buttocks to the front of my muff.
As the rough but spongy surface dragged along through my most sensitive area I fisted my fingers and took a deep breath.
With my jaw tightly clenched I opened my eyes for a moment to see that all other eyes were on me, save Harris who was looking at the lower unit of his dog.
I followed his eyes to Rommel’s lower quarters and saw the growing erection as it began to emerge, red and big.
I fixed my eyes upon it, watching it stiffen, as Rommel stimulated me and himself became aroused.
I had no expectations really, but I was quickly impressed by the size of what I was seeing. I had seen just enough on the internet to be familiar with the shape and color, but as it appeared in reality I was still somewhat mesmerized with the sight of the real thing.
It was definitely pointed at the tip, and as it grew I saw the massive bulb at the base of the shaft. The thought of that going inside me gave me a tingle of apprehension… and determination.
In fact, I knew that this COULD be done, and if it could, I was certain I could do it.
The fact that my boyfriend had wanted it earlier was now irrevelant. I was much more interested in doing this for Harris Michaels.
So as I stood there now, nearly breathless while Rommel licked my labia, Harris stepped back and spoke.
“Jill, would you remove your upper garments for us now, please?” he said politely.
I did not nod or shake my head, but brought my fingers up and began to unbutton.
I tried to focus on undressing instead of the eagerly probing tongue, but it was not easy, for certain. My fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning myself.
No one made any move to help me, and I slid the thin blouse back and over my shoulders. As it dropped to the floor behind me, I adeptly unsnapped the bra with my left hand.
I slipped the straps forward and let my bra fall down my arms into my hands.
Straightening myself, I dropped the undergarment and I displayed myself to the crowd, shoulders back and chest fully visible.
“Very, very nice,” said Harris sincerely, glancing at my naked breasts, then looking back into my eyes.
I gave him a short nod of appreciation, fighting back a shiver.
Rommel was still licking me!
In a slightly louder voice he said then, “And would you remove your skirt now for us, please.”
My skirt had a snap and a zipper so I reached for them.
“Rommel, sit!” commanded Mr. Michaels.
The dog stopped licking me and sat back.
I unsnapped, unzipped, and the skirt fell at my feet.
I was now totally naked, there in the room.
The lone naked female……
But I always wore my nakedness proudly so I had no problem standing there.
“And would you do a turn for us now? A 360 turn?”
So he wanted me to model myself for them all, totally nude. Not surprising, I guessed. And I was quite proud of my body. So I did it. I turned around slowly, pausing when my ass was facing the center of the circle, showing every part of my backside. I stood up straight then, facing the audience.
“I’m even more impressed, Miss Taylor,” Harris said to me.
I nodded to him again, this time saying, “Thank you.”
He extended his hand to me then, saying, “I think we should do this over here.”
I reached out, took his hand, and let him lead me to the center of the living room. As we did this, the others gathered chairs and sat, while some stepped closer, still standing.
“All right, Jill,” he said, “Let’s get you on your hands and knees, facing this way.”
He wanted me facing the kitchen, which would point me toward most of the audience.
I knelt without hesitation, then leaned forward, putting my hands down onto the carpet.
Harris stooped in front of me, then said, “He is fully ready now, Jill, so I’m going to give him another command. I will say ‘mount’, and he will mount you then, eagerly. He probably will have no trouble finding his target, but he may make a few tries beforehand.”
I nodded, listening intently.
“All I ask is that you do not hold back for us. Let us hear your feelings. But…if you need a safe word, just say ‘stop him’. Okay?”
I nodded to him.
He moved toward my backside.
“Rommel, heel,” came the next command.
My fingers tightened into the carpet and my muscles flexed.
“Rommel, sniff!” came the next command, which I wasn’t expecting.
I felt his nose against the backs of my thighs.
I waited. Perfectly still. Mouth slightly dry. Teeth clenched.
“Rommel! MOUNT!” came the words.
Instantly the dog’s chest came down on my naked back and his front legs wrapped around my sides.
I felt his hips begin to move and his throbbing member was bumping my ass with his movements.
“OH! OH! OH! OH!” I cried out.
I braced myself, waiting, gasping as he searched.
He shifted slightly, lowering.
I rotated my pelvis, trying to give him a better target.
“That’s perfect!” said Harris quickly.
I was totally wet with anticipation at this point, but I still had no idea how difficult this might be. But on the inside I was as ready as a bitch in heat.
Mentally, however, the story was quite different.
The magnitude of the moment hit me like a thunderbolt!
Jesus!
This was going to happen!
This dog was gonna fuck me!
And at that very moment, that amazing instant, Rommel found his target.
His pink, stiff, erect penis slammed into me in one, hard, relentless thrust.
I felt it slide the entire length of my tunnel, shoving its length right up to the very end, until the pink point pressed against the very end of my pussy.
I was completely unable to hold back a high-pitched squeal as the shaft rammed its way ruthlessly inside me.
My body was driven forward with the power of his first thrust and I braced myself with both hands as I cried out.
“NNYYYYEEEAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
My eyes flew open.
My head rolled back.
I was fucked!
But aside from the amazing feeling of the thick shaft filling me, the lust of this act was even more overwhelming.
I was being fucked by a DOG! I had an ANIMAL’s penis inside me! And I had an audience.
My bodily instincts answered then in the only way that they possibly could.
I came. Right away.
I came harder than I had ever, EVER before.
Amazingly enough there was no warning, no buildup to it.
Every nerve ending in my body exploded at one time. I had never experienced such a loss of control.
It was like my insides detonated, surging from my core, outward and downward through my legs and up my torso, all the way to my chin.
Every muscle tightened like a bowstring getting ready to release.
My heart stopped.
My breathing stopped.
My mouth opened but no sound came out.
It was like everything froze for a long split-second…..
And then, suddenly everything flexed and spasmed at the same time.
“NNYUH!!! NNYUH!!!” I went. “FUCK!!!” I went. “JESUS, I’M CUMMING!!!” I announced, raising my head. “NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!”
Rommel had started pumping instantly, but I was busy with my own bodily movements now, as my head snapped back in a violent jerk.
My body began to convulse, sending shock wave after shock wave along my rib cage, keeping my head jerking relentlessly forward and back as my hair flew around my face.
There was definitely no stopping it. Even if I had wanted to. Which I didn’t.
My cunt went into such a violent contraction I was afraid I might injure poor Rommel with the strength of it.
My asshole squeezed shut so hard I thought it would implode.
I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to keep my neck from permanent damage.
“OHWAH! OHWAH!” I cried out helplessly.
Wave after wave after wave cascaded over me, making my skin tingle like a million little needles.
“NNN! NNN! NNN! NNN!” I wailed aloud.
Not a soul moved in the room save Rommel and me, and I could feel the eyes upon us as we started to breed.
My core muscles finally relented, and as I felt this small relief, a heavy gasp escaped my throat.
“NNYYAAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh…”
Then my sphincter and my vagina went into a series of throbbing pulsations, as I felt the blood begin to rush through my veins again. Rommel refound his rhythm…
I cried out hard now, gripping the carpet and pushing back against my partner, fighting to stay upright on hands and knees. The dog was pounding me now.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!” I squealed.
I rode the crest of my climax for as long as it would carry me, glowing now in the downward slope of it as I started to come back to the room.
Rommel kept pummelling me as though he had hardly noticed my orgasm, and his hips moved like a jackhammer going through asphalt.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!”
The stiffened red shaft rammed all the way into me, burying its pointed tip against the very end of my sheath with each downstroke.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!”
It retreated nearly all the way each time, reversing direction with only an inch or more still inside me.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!”
The speed of it was incredible, and at first I thought there would be no way that I could ever keep up.
“OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!! OHH!!”
Like pistons firing in a formula one engine, Rommel’s hips slammed against me, his loins smacking my buttocks like machine-gun fire.
I never dreamed of being fucked so hard.
I was completely taken in.
My female instincts were welcoming this pounding. They were adoring the punishment I was receiving.
It was perfect.
As I began to adjust to the pace, as I found my balance beneath my animal partner, I pushed myself back against him, giving myself completely to our act of lewdity.
“NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!!” I went.
My former cries had transformed into more of a desperate gasp by now.
“NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!! NN!!” came the sound.
My eyes opened just long enough to take in the audience around me, and every face I saw was glued to the action, with eyes locked and expressions very serious.
Harris was to my left and behind me slightly, and then I noticed something that stopped my breath.
My boyfriend Erik was in front of me, just to the right, and he was holding his phone, recording, aiming right at my face.
“Ohhhhhhh,” I gasped, closing my eyes and letting my head fall forward.
Lifting it back up, with my eyes closed, I hissed loudly, “You…… fucking….. bastard……”
The camera did not move, recording relentlessly, and as I braced myself there on hands and knees, letting this Rottweiller fuck me, with my boyfriend degrading me even more thoroughly by putting this on film. He was recording my act of bestiality, and I knew instantly that this could easily find its way to the internet, and he could use it to further humiliate me in every way.
But there was nothing I could do.
I was completely taken.
It was already done.
But I still was angry that he had not asked me. Angry that he wanted this. And…angry that I had been distracted.
But then, with grim determination, I did what he would have least expected.
I lifted my head up slowly, turned slightly to the right, and looked straight into his lens, holding my eyes right on it.
As Rommel banged away on top of me I looked right at the camera.
I saw Erik’s eyes widen in surprise.
I kept my face turned toward him while this Rottweiller screwed me.
I heard gasps from the others in the room.
But I kept my eyes fixed on the lens, my face trying hard to be devoid of any kind of expression.
My panting was now fast and furious, and my mouth was opened as I took in air desperately. He moved in closer, still aimed right at my face, until his lens was two inches from my open mouth.
My look softened a little, the closer he got, and I finally gasped and closed my eyes then dropped my head.
Let him film. I was busy.
Rommel was still banging me hard and his front legs were wrapped around me so tight I could feel him scratching the skin around my ribcage.
I set myself there, even tighter still, then began to rock back against him, at my own pace, trying to find his.
This put him off his rhythm a little and I tried to take over then, pumping my body back against him.
“Perfect!” I heard Harris say quickly.
With his encouragement I moved a little faster, and then Rommel began to move again.
It was difficult for us to find a matching rhythm.
But we both tried.
I would rock my body as fast as I could, trying to set the pace, but Rommel would soon overtake me with his speed and vigor.
But he did slow for me every time I tried, I had to give him big points for that.
I was totally into this now. Determined to take an active part in this fuck.
Even though he outweighed me by fifteen pounds, even though I was dwarfed by his strength and power, I would do my part to make this good for him, as well as everybody else.
Harris was in front of me now, on my left, and my soon-to-be-ex boyfriend was still filming on my right. Also, many of the others in the audience had moved in closer, surrounding me more intimately than before.
With Rommel’s fur pressing firmly against my naked back, I could feel his warm breath just above my left ear.
“UN! UN! UN! UN!” I cried rapidly as I tried to find my harmony with him.
“UN! UN! UN! UN!” I went as the shaft plunged in and out, in and out, in and out.
“UN! UN! UN! UN!” I squealed as I mated with a dog for the first time.
The temperature in the room was rising, and I could feel myself getting damp from the heat of us.
We were finding each other, and our attempts at matching rhythms were getting better and better.
Both the dog AND I were really concentrating now.
Then, without warning, he paused and began to push against me hard.
I felt a huge pressure against my opening, and quickly knew that he was trying to knot with me.
He wanted to get that big red bulb inside me, deep.
I braced myself.
I wanted this too.
I heard someone say, “He’s trying to knot with her.”
I clenched my teeth, set my jaw, and pushed back to him with as much force as I could muster.
I had no idea how big the knot was going to be, but I was determined to take it inside me.
I did this automatically, my instincts taking over for me, thinking only that it was the right thing to do now.
The pressure mounted and I felt my kitty lips begin to spread for my visitor.
“OHHHHH!!!!” I gasped.
It was gonna be huge.
I sucked in air desperately, holding myself firm.
Rommel kept pushing.
“OHH, JESUS!!!” I wailed as we pushed together.
Erik moved down to film at our point of union, and another camera moved in to take his place.
I did not even care at this point.
My pretty pink pussy was being stretched to the limit.
But it was going! I could definitely feel it inside me now.
“OHHHH!!! JESUS!!!” I cried out again. “JESUS JESUS JESUS!!!!!!
God this thing was big!!!!
I knew when he had me completely locked up, because he began to pump again.
The stroke was different this time, because we were locked together, and my insides moved as he thrust his cock forward and back. It was a very different feeling, but enjoyable also as he stayed fully inside me the whole time.
He had me now, and would not let me go.
He kept pumping, pumping, pumping……
I strangely had not thought of this before, but suddenly I realized that he would soon come inside me.
He and I were going to do this. All the way.
My eyes flew open at the thought as I raised my head.
Oh my God……
And then it happened. What we all wanted…..
I felt the wetness inside me as the spurts began.
My eyes opened further. Wide, wide, wide.
“JESUS!!! HE’S CUMMING!!!” I announced to everyone. “HE’S CUMMING INSIDE ME!!!!”
The group erupted with murmurs of pleasure, as I began to receive doggie sperm.
Just seeing their eager wanton eyes upon me put me over the edge.
I came again.
My head tipped back, my eyes closed, and I gasped.
“SHIT!” I said, “I’M CUMMING!!! I’M CUMMING TOO!!!”
My insides went off again with a mighty burst.
I made a quick and heavy shudder, then my body began its dance of convulsive spasms.
“AAAUUCHHHK!” I choked as I felt it take me.
I somehow managed not to collapse, keeping my elbows locked, as dog jism poured into me, jetting far into my depths, and I came at the very same time.
My cunt muscles throbbed and squeezed, milking my canine mate for everything he had to give me.
From the junction of my thighs to the depths of my belly, I felt the contractions, feeling them radiate up and outward, engulfing my entire person.
With Rommel firmly against my naked back, I took him with me, as the throes of passion and ecstasy took us both.
The force of my uncontrolled body nearly lifted him off the floor as he rode me, his chest against my bare back.
But Rommel stayed with me, embracing with both front legs, holding me with him, as he planted his seed inside me.
It was indeed a very tender moment for me, knowing that I was receiving his mess, taking his cum, being his bitch. I really did feel that. But it was still violent for us both……
My hair flew forward and back, my shoulders jerked, my head bucked.
I gasped for air desperately, my chest heaving, as my breasts swung forward and back in the air below.
Just like the first one, this one was very strong and it rode me like a slave girl, taking my body to heights like never before.
I sobbed as I gave in to it, submitting myself completely, giving myself to the dog, the cameras, and the audience.
I felt the pressure from all of the doggie spunk that had built up inside me now, and accepted the thought that I would hold it in until Rommel was ready to release me.
He had stopped pumping now, and was just holding me tightly, hugging me as I stayed beneath him.
The spasms began to recede and I felt a warmth inside as I returned slowly to earth.
Then, as if on cue, Rommel lifted off me, uncovering my back as he turned away.
His cock, his knot, and his sperm were still inside me.
We were tied.
I turned my head and glanced back to see him, taking in the sight of us there, butt to butt.
I closed my eyes and gasped, lowering my head. My hair fell around my face.
We had done it.
All the way.
Rommel stayed inside me for thirty minutes. For half an hour we were locked together, there in Mark’s living room, surrounded by a dozen people.
They began to talk a little bit now, but most of the attention stayed on Rommel and me as I waited there patiently on hands and knees, catching my breath, my mascara running from both eyes.
Everyone was very nice to me now, and the pretty blonde girl came up and knelt beside me.
“I just want you to know that I think you’re incredible,” she said sincerely. “Really incredible.”
I had to smile at that. “Thanks,” I said. “And thanks for getting this going.”
“Oh?” she questioned.
“It was you who made the first offer.”
“Oh. That’s right I guess.”
Just then Harris stooped down next to her and gave me a nod.
“Jill, that was just PERFECT. You were superb. And I think he’s about to pull out now.”
I nodded and braced myself as the two of them moved back to watch.
I felt another pressure, then heard a soft pop as I felt the shaft slide out of me. Sperm poured out in a thick white river, falling onto the carpet as the group looked on.
Pictures flashed, cameras filmed and voices murmured as our deed came to a close.
I stood up slowly, not trying to hide my naked body in any way. There was cum on both my legs, and I saw the large puddle on the floor. No one had tried to clean it up yet.
Harris spoke up then and announced, “Ladies, I just want you to know that I have two other dogs in an apartment downstairs if any others of you want to follow Jill’s lead.”
My head turned to the blonde girl. She saw me and dropped her eyes.
I stepped over to her, still naked.
The room went silent.
“I’ll help you if you want to,” I offered softly.
“Oh my God,” she mewed.
Then without thinking I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
She kissed me back.
I pulled back to look at her.
She nodded.
So this was the night that changed my life.
In closing I want to add some things.
I broke up with Erik the next day, but we are still friends, and probably closer now than we were before.
I gave Harris my phone number and he called me the next day. We have been together, steadily, for over five years now.
I’m finished with college and I work in New York City.
Harris and I share a very nice condo near Central Park.
Rommel lives with us, and sometimes he shares our bed.
I’m happier than I have ever been. I even smile sometimes.
RodinParis
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miramaro
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"Harris Michaels drove a new Hummer, and had with him a beautiful dog, whose name was Rommel..." - You should update the story. Mr. Harris Michaels now drives a Tesla Cybertruck with a machine gun. He's also no longer called Harris M., but Kadyrov, and his little dog goes by the name Putin.
sandalwoodie
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That's interesting, Mira. I didn't even know there WAS a Harris Michaels! It was just a name that popped into my head. Oh well......
miramaro
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And how did you come up with the name “Rommel” for the dog? That was the one that triggered me...
sandalwoodie
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Rommel is named for the WW2 German general. The idea being very masculine, and rather military. A solid name for a male canine. Well trained and well disciplined. I thought it a good fit.
Thanks for the post!
Thanks for the post!
miramaro
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I also know this history very well. Rommel was ultimately defeated by Montgomery. And I also understood why you chose that name. I'm glad masculine beings have penises, but I don't think they need military stuff for their masculinity. So I had to poke a little fun at your choice of name. Don't take offense. I like your stories. My favorite is the one about Sandy and Jess. Very nice scenes between them and with their partners and well written.
sandalwoodie
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Thank you Mira. No offense taken. I'm glad you like my stories! There will be more coming. I always appreciate a like or a comment! Sandy and Jess are real stunners, for sure!
Thanks again!
Thanks again!