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Doggy Style

By: MrShyTown



I went out to walk my dog one sultry weekday afternoon. After a few minutes, I ran into a strikingly pretty young girl I hadn’t seen before, also walking her dog. 

She had silky black shoulder-length hair, green eyes, and was wearing a knee-length skirt and a tight blue t-shirt, which showed off her well-proportioned round tits, not constrained by a bra. The skirt was thin and richly patterned, and her shapely hips filled it out nicely. I saw no sign of a panty underneath, though she could have had a thong on. 

Our dogs romped around and we made small talk for a while, until she pointed up and asked if this was my house. I said mine was two doors down, and she began to ask me about what I paid, etc. Finally I asked if she’d like to take a look at it. 

She smiled and said "Yes, I’d love to see it”. 
In my living room, we tried to make small talk, but the dogs were making lots of noise playing around, so I said, “Why don’t we talk in my room. It’s quieter in there.” 

She smiled coyly and purred, “Thought you’d never ask.” 

We closed the door and she sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly grabbing my hips and pulling me between her legs. My crotch was even with her mouth now, and a conspicuous bulge was growing under my shorts.

She quickly unzipped my fly and reached into my underwear, pulling free my 7-inch erection. She gripped it tightly with her hand and rubbed up and down a few times before licking her lips and taking my hard cock into her wet mouth. As she sucked me in, I put my hand on her spread left leg and began pushing her skirt up until I reached her waist. I did the same with her right leg and saw a silky black G-string was the only thing between her velvety cunt and my fingers. 
I slid my cock out of her mouth and knelt down, reaching up and cupping one of her firm tits in my hand and pushing her back down onto the bed. I then put each of her legs onto my shoulders and, extending my tongue, licked her panties from her asshole to her clit. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating. I licked my tongue under her panties and slipped it across her soaking folds as she moaned with pleasure, her hands feathering my hair, pushing my mouth into her crotch.

“Lick my ass, please,” she moaned. 

I was more than willing to oblige, so I rolled her over and pulled the tiny piece of fabric out her crack, revealing her clean, pink, fleshy hole. I dug my tongue in deep as I pushed her skirt up further. 

“Do you want your ass fucked?” I breathed. 

“Oh yes, yes!” she moaned. 

I reached down and wet my fingers with her pussy juice, using it to lube up my stiff shaft before slowly guiding it into her tight hole, which enveloped it as it disappeared all the way into her. She let out a sigh of pain as I reached as far as I could go, then began sliding in and out of her sweet ass with a steady rhythmic motion, my hands gripping her hips. 

After a few minutes I pulled out of her ass and lay down on my back, positioning her above me. She pulled the edge of her t-shirt up over those perfect fleshy tits and positioned her wet slit on top of my glistening purple cock-head. She wasn’t totally shaved, but close, and I got a full view of my cock sliding between those silky pink lips, up to the hilt as she sighed in ecstasy. She placed her hands on my chest and bounced atop my cock for a full 10 minutes, writhing with delight as two waves of ecstasy shuddered through her body.

I finally turned her around, inviting her to ride my cock some more, this time giving me a full view of her glistening posterior, her asshole puckering and sweating as my cock reamed her pussy. 

“I want you to squirt your cum in my pussy, baby” she purred finally. 

I had been on the verge for a long time already, so I almost immediately began thrusting faster, preparing to ejaculate my hot load. 

“Oh yeah, are you gonna cum for me, baby?” she breathed. 

I merely moaned as I emptied my balls into her tight canal, my sticky juice coating her pussy and dripping out her lips and down my pulsating shaft. 

“Mmmmmm, that was amazing,” she cried, collapsing on top of me.

As she left, I made a mental note to keep an eye out the window for the next time she happened to be out dog walking in my neighborhood.

Doggy Style



"OK, which exit is it?"

Trish was driving with Penelope in the passenger seat up front. Meredith sat in the back behind Trish's seat with Angela behind Penelope. The quarter were sisters in a sorority attending an annual Alpha Phi event together. Every year different chapters across Southern California sent between three and five members each to Las Vegas for the weekend.

After a hard day poring over sorority business in workshops (with a small lunchtime casino break), the girls were on the prowl for some fun. They were driving on the 15 in the outskirts of town looking for a small out of the way club called "The Web" that Penelope had heard about.

"I think it's the next one. Slow down." Penelope had a road map and a smaller hand drawn map open on her lap.

"Jeez, that guy is on my ass. What's his hurry?"

The man in the car behind the girls gestured and then swooped into the left lane and passed the girls. As he passed they could clearly see that he said "bitch". Then he pulled in front of them, cutting them off.

"Did he just give me the finger and call me a bitch? What a jerk."

Trish took the exit and followed Penelope's instructions which lead them out into the desert.

"Are you sure you know where you're going? What's so great about this club anyway?"

"Of course I'm sure. I heard about this place from a friend of mine. And it's not just a club. It's also a brothel and I think they have sex shows - if you know what to ask for."

"Sex shows? Like what?" Meredith inquired from the back seat.

"I'm not sure. Let's just check it out."

The place had a small paved parking lot that was packed. The bass from the music inside rattled the car windows. Lights strobed from the windows. Trish drove around a couple times looking for a spot.

"There's one."

Trish started to pull in but a car pulled ahead of her.

"Damn it!"

She rolled down her window and yelled out, "Hey, that's my parking spot."

The man looked at her and shrugged and walked away.

"Ooh, that's the same asshole who was behind me on the highway."

Angle said, "Just go park over there, there's plenty of space just past those cars."

Trish continued on and the paved section ended. She pulled left to park and hit a large pothole which bumped everyone into the air. Trish whacked her head on the car roof.

"Ow."

She looked back at Angela.

"Nice going, Ange."

"Sorry."

The girls exited the car. Trish was rubbing her forehead and fuming.

"I'm going to find that guy and give him a piece of my mind."

Penelope said, "Just forget it. Come on, let's have some fun."

Penelope's pass phrases got them through the small door at the far end of the club and past another interior door. The girls found themselves in a long room with a counter at one side. Behind the counter stood an attractive receptionist.

"May I help you?"

Penelope stepped up and said, "Uh, we just wanted to know if there were any shows going on tonight."

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing scheduled. You can arrange something private if you'd like."

The receptionist handed Penelope a clipboard.

"Thanks."

The girls huddled together and looked over the forms.

"Hey, look, we could set up our own 'erotic fantasy'."

"Yeah. Wow, look at all the choices. Wait a minute. Check out those prices. Yikes. We better just go on back to the club."

Trish looked around and a man at the opposite end of the room caught her eye.

"Hold on a minute. It's that jerk from the highway and from the parking lot. I'm going to go over there and stomp on his foot."

Penelope looked over at the thin, gawky man of average height. He had just written something down on his clipboard and turned red in the face. He looked over at the girls and then quickly looked away.

Meredith said, "I think he's checking you out, Trish."

Trish took a step in his direction, but stopped short when Penelope grabbed her arm.

"Wait. I have an idea."

"Is he going to get it?"

"Yeah, I think you can say that."

"OK, then I'm in. As long as he gets what's coming to him."

The girls huddled together. Penelope said, "Meredith, quick off with your bra."

Meredith wriggled her bra out from under her shirt and Penelope reached over and roughly rubbed each breast. Not only did Meredith's nipples stand straight up against her tight shirt but her two areolas stood up in stark relief.

"OK, here's the plan. We'll all casually walk over there until we're a few feet behind him. Puffy here will continue on and pretend to look at that painting on the wall. He'll naturally start staring and when that happens, Meredith, you engage him in conversation. I'll take care of the rest."

It was a plan they'd used dozens of times before; to get a look at test answers, to distract salesclerks, you name it. It never failed.

Once Meredith held the man's undivided attention Penelope leaned over and grabbed his clipboard, swapping it with the one she got from the receptionist. She looked over the forms. "Steve Smith". She memorized his credit card number and some personal details. Only the first page of about four pages was filled in and below the personal information there were only two words written in the "Fantasy Section". Doggy Style.

She left the first page as-is but hastily filled in the subsequent pages. When she was done she reached over and swapped the clipboards back.

The receptionist called out, "Mr. Smith. Are you ready?"

"Excuse me," Steve said to Meredith and picked up his clipboard and walked it over to the receptionist.

The receptionist gave Steve a stern look and held out her hand.

"Well, I'm not sure if ... What I mean is, I don't know if ..."

The receptionist snatched the clipboard from his hand.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of everything. Just go through this door and into the room that's the first on the right."

The receptionist nonchalantly looked over the first page of Steve's packet then flipped the page. She glanced quickly through the rest and picked up the phone.

"Hi, this is Sally in Reception. Can you page Ariadne? We have a special request that's going to require her services. Thanks."

Steve waited about fifteen minutes in the small room that was like a doctor's examining room with extra plumbing. A small women in a sexed-up nurse's uniform walked in. She was mid-forties with wavy shoulder-length auburn hair that looked like a dye-job.

"Hi, Honey. My name is Debbie and I'm going to prep you for your appointment."

"Prep me?"

"Come on, don't be dense. We want to make sure you're all clean and neat and ready to have fun."

"OK."

Debbie reached over and took down Steve's pants before he realized what was happening.

"Up, up." She motioned with her arms and Steve held up his arms while Debbie pulled his shirt over his head.

"Shoes, socks, come on."

Suddenly Steve was completely nude.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it? Now stand over here, yes, up over that lip. Now bend over and grab those rings down there with both hands."

Eager to comply, Steve said, "Like this?"

"Perfect, honey."

With one fluid motion, Debbie put a little lube on Steve's anus, put a nozzle in, and turned a faucet handle."

"Hey, what's that," Steve said and started to stand up.

"Careful," Debbie said, and pushed him back down with surprising strength. "Just relax now, we're nearly done. Stay like that for five minutes and then ..." She motioned to the commode in the other corner. "I'll be back."

Steve wasn't sure what was going on but did as instructed. When Debbie returned he said, "What was that for?"

"Honey, don't you want to be fresh and clean?"

"Well, yes, but there!?!?"

"Let me tell you, if you're not clean everywhere then that's going to be a big turnoff for the performers."

"OK, I guess."

"Guess nothing. You just hush up and let me finish you off. I don't want to hear another peep out of you. Now bend over and grab the rings again. We're going to do that one more time."

Debbie returned for the second time and led Steve to the shower stall in the opposite corner. She turned the water on and in no time had him lathered up. She held a shower nozzle in one hand and her other hand went quickly over his body. One finger slipped into his ass, then another. Steve jumped a little but didn't say anything. She soaped up his cock and he became semi-erect. Finally, she rinsed him off.

"That's much better."

She toweled him off and Steve was enjoying the ministrations. She gave him a close shave that felt great.

"OK, sit here and let me do your face." She motioned to the padded table in the center of the room.

Steve didn't say anything but his eyes went wide.

Debbie turned around and pulled out a clipboard with a packet of papers. Steve recognized the form he filled out. He clearly saw in his handwriting "doggy style". He blushed to see his fantasy written there and he turned away.

"Now isn't this you, 'Steve Smith'?" She pointed at the two words. "Isn't this what you asked for?"

Steve stared at the floor. "Yes."

"OK, now not another peep. Put this on."

She handed him something like a headband with fuzzy white ears. OK, Steve thought to himself, they're dressing me up in a costume. He thought about it a minute and guessed he could get into it. Debbie did something to his face then put a cardboard mask over it, secured by an elastic band in the back.

"That's just so you don't mess up your face. You can take it off when we're all done."

Debbie reached up and seemed to be doing something with his hair. There was a buzzing sound which must have been clippers. First at his armpits, then his crotch. He felt each area and the hair was cut down to about a quarter inch. He liked the feeling. She bent him over one last time and clipped the hairs on his asshole.

"Oh, honey, you've got to pay a little more attention to good grooming."

She picked up an air nozzle and blew all the free hair away.

"Almost done now. Slip this on. No, put your arms up first. OK. Now this goes around your waist. And step into these. Let me pull it up there. And the other one. Now step into these. OK, that's one leg, now the other. Oh, that's perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Debbie led him away by the hand, out the door and through a hallway. Steve reached up to pull the mask off but Debbie was pulling him along too quickly. She opened a door and he felt a draft on his legs. She led him through the door and once inside, pushed him down, forcing him to his knees.

"Now just crawl in there."

Steve tried to back up but Debbie reached down and with a hand on each ass check pushed him inside. A small metal door clanked shut and Steve heard faintly, "Good luck, honey."

**********

Steve felt around and found himself in a small metal box. It was barely tall enough for him to raise up on his hands and knees. At the opposite end to where he entered the door had bars across it where the first door was solid. After a few minutes his eyes adjusted to the dark and he could see a narrow slit of light across the room which must have been where the door was. He wasn't quite sure what he had gotten himself into. He watched a lot of pornos and always got turned on the most by watching a girl take it doggy style, with the guy behind her. So far in his sex life he hadn't had that opportunity and wanted to act out this fantasy here at "The Web" which he had found online after considerable searching. He flew out to Las Vegas on vacation just for that.

Steve heard a low clicking sound which gradually got louder. The door was suddenly flung open with a loud crash and a bright white light shone in his eyes.

"My, my, my, aren't you the cutest little thing."

The owner of the voice was a tall severe looking woman with sharp features and long straight dirty blonde hair. She wore thigh-length black patent leather boots and a sort of strappy leather bra and panty set which left her nipples and crotch exposed. In one hand she held a clipboard. Steve looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing a pink garter belt which held up pink silk stockings with matching bra and panties. A white pom pom was stuck on the garter belt in the back making a tail. Besides the headband with the ears he also had a couple pig-tail extensions in his hair. He couldn't see his face but looked down at his lips and could tell he was wearing lipstick.

"Uh, excuse me, but I think there's been some mistake," he started to stay.

"Uh uh uh. Just be quiet a minute and let me set down the rules. First of all, the point of all this is for you to have a good time. Now I know sometimes sessions like this can get intense, but that just means the right buttons are getting pushed. My name is Ariadne." She checked over the papers on her clipboard. "You're fantasy is to have this 'doggy style' scenario you wrote in. Is that right?"

Steve nodded.

"OK, we've started you out in the kennel. Dogs bark and walk on all fours so you'll need to do the same. I don't want to hear anything from you except things like 'ruff' and other noises dogs make. You will remain on your hands and knees at all times. Do you understand? You can nod your head yes and shake it no."

"Yes, but..." Steve began.

Ariadne wagged her index finger. "Uh uh uh. Something tells me you're going to be difficult. Maybe you're a little anxious about how you're dressed."

Steve nodded.

"Well, I think you look great and shouldn't feel self-conscious. When you're dressed up it's just easier to get into the mood. Feel those stockings. Aren't they soft? Don't they feel good?"

Steve nodded.

Ariadne reached down and unlatched the door to the kennel and swing the door open. "Now crawl on out of there."

Once out of the kennel, Ariadne bent down and buckled a pink leather collar around Steve's neck. She attached a leash and Steve started to back away.

"You're a skittish one, aren't you? Well, I'll give you a chance to back out here." Steve started to nod. "But first let me give you a little sample of what's in store."

Ariadne spread her legs slightly standing up and yanked the leash, pulling Steve's head to her crotch. 

"Now use your nose and your tongue just a little. Sniff around."

Steve buried his nose in Ariadne's neat thatch of pubic hair. He touched her clit with the tip of his nose and flicked out his tongue at her pussy lips.

"Do you like that? One bark for yes, two for no." Steve paused. "Come on now."

"Ruff?"

"That's a good girl." Ariadne turned around. "Now we all know what else dogs like to do." She arched her back slightly.

Steve stared at her ass for a few seconds then slowly pushed forward and touched it with his nose. He brushed back and forth.

"Oh, you can do better than that." She pushed back and Steve's nose went into the cleft of her buttocks. He rubbed around until his nose touched her asshole. "Do you like that?" 

Steve nodded. Ariadne looked back at him. He wasn't sure what she wanted then tried out, "Ruff?"

"OK, should we continue on?"

"Ruff."

Pulling the leash, Ariadne led Steve over to a raised platform about half the size of a full-size bed. She helped him climb up onto it. Now that Steve looked around he saw a counter along the wall where the door was. A spot light lit the area they were in and reached to the kennel and the door. The other side of the room was dark.

Ariadne motioned with her hands and four large dark-skinned men came through the doorway. They were completely nude except for headbands with ears similar to Steve's except their ears were pointy with straight black hair.

Steve stood straight up and said, "Now wait just a minute here."

Ariadne made a different hand motion then yanked down on the leash. The men came around the platform. One stood on the right and left of Steve and held him down with one hand on his upper arm and the other behind his shoulder blade. Another hopped up on the platform and held his legs down at the calves. The last one got up on the platform and stood directly in front of Steve. He looked at Ariadne and she nodded. The man then gently reached down and pulled open Steve's mouth with his thumb and forefinger then slipped his flaccid cock in.

"Mmph. Nnph. Grrgh." Steve struggled but didn't get anywhere.

Ariadne took a deep breath. "I'm not very happy with you, bitch. Two simple rules to remember and you violate both at the same time." She walked over to the counter, picked up a riding crop, then came back. Steve was still struggling and making muffled noises. Ariadne whipped him with the riding crop across his back once every second until he stopped moving.

"Ah, maybe there's hope after all. It seems the bitch can learn some tricks. Now, are you going to behave?"

Steve didn't make a sound and remained motionless.

Ariadne whacked him hard with the riding crop. "Are you going to behave? Answer me."

"Rumph," he said around the cock in his mouth.

"OK, then. I don't want to get bogged down with discipline so much. Look here, we haven't even made proper introductions and you've already got a cock in your mouth. Aren't you a hungry bitch? Here, take that out and let me introduce you to William."

Ariadne reached over and pulled the cock out of Steve's mouth and there was an audible pop. She pushed the back of his head so his face was buried in William's crotch. 

"Come on, sniff it. Rub around with your face. Look, you got it all wet. Lick your spit off of there. Clean him up."

Steve was humiliated to be on his hands and knees in front of a man lapping at his cock while three other men and a woman looked on. William was a black man of average height, thin with a slightly muscular build. His cock was slightly above average size and very dark. Steve had never seen a black man's cock up close before. The hands on Steve's arms and legs let up.

Ariadne made a twirling motion with her fingers and William turned around and stood in a wide stance. "Now get in there good." She pushed Steve's face into the William's ass. "I want to see some tongue." She waived the riding crop.

Steve stared into Ariadne's eyes for ten seconds then reluctantly stuck his tongue out. He tentatively licked around William's asshole. Steve couldn't believe what was happening. Was he really tonguing some guy's asshole dressed in pink stockings? It seemed like a dream.

"OK, that's enough of that. I'm sure you just can't wait to get that cock back in your mouth. I'll let you get your little treat since you're behaving so well."

William turned back around.

"Now, little bitch, use your mouth and paw to get him hard and then take that cock into your mouth. After that only use your mouth."

Steve did as instructed and stroked the black cock with his hand while the head of it was in his mouth.

"That's good. Just like that." Ariadne stroked his hair and rubbed his neck and his own cock became erect. "Oh, William, I think you have a new girlfriend." Steve blushed furiously. "That's good, now take it in your mouth. More. More. Oh, isn't that cute? You're the sweetest thing."

William leaned back and forth and his cock went in and out of Steve's mouth. He held Steve gently under the chin with his right hand. Ariadne continued petting Steve's head and neck.

After about five minutes William's thrusting became faster. His breathing got a little deeper.

"All right now. I don't want to see you acting up. It's coming. Just relax. You can do this."

Steve didn't want to think about what was going to happen next. He knew William was about to ejaculate into his mouth. He couldn't think of a way to avoid it either. He just hoped that it would be the end to this nightmare and he could then go home.

With one final thrust William spurted a huge load into Steve's mouth. It pooled around his tongue and back teeth. It tasted salty and just a little sweet and parts of it were thick and globby while some of it was thin and runny. A small glob the size of a dime had escaped onto his right cheek.




Doggy Style



Ariadne rubbed Steve's throat. "Now swallow that down. There, that's good. What a good girl."

A voice rang out of the dark part of the room. "Eww, that's gross."

Ariadne motioned with her right hand and the lights came up. Sitting on long benches were about thirty people in three rows, most were college-age girls with maybe a dozen college-age guys thrown in.

One girl stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Penny, but that's just gross." She got up and walked to a door at the opposite end of the room and exited. The door shut behind her.

Ariadne addressed the group, "Anyone else? No? Then let's continue."

Steve looked out at the people and recognized the four girls from the reception area sitting in the front row. He was in complete shock. Each time he didn't think things could get any worse, but he was dressed as a girl and had just sucked off and swallowed the load of a complete stranger while a crowd of women and men watched on in the audience.

He stood up. "Wait. Those girls there. I think that they must have..."

Ariadne gave him a severe look and whacked at him with the riding crop. She punctuated each of her words with a smack. "Oh, you bitch. You can't follow instructions." She motioned with her hand again and the men cuffed each of Steve's arms and legs down to the platform. From the counter, Ariadne retrieved a penis gag, then came back and fit it onto Steve's face. She pulled down his collar and hooked it to the platform so that Steve's chin touched it while his ass was in the air. She whipped him five times on his ass with the riding crop.

"All right now, I think you need a little punishment. But maybe I should leave it up to your friends here." She addressed the crowd. "OK, people, what will it be? Do you want to see me whip this sorry bitch until she's black and blue?"

Penelope stood up and said, "Well, maybe we should give her another chance. Let's see her take it in the rear. Like from the biggest dick."

"Hmm, I like the way you think. I'll give her the benefit of a doubt. She just might be antsy because she's just a little bitch with a hungry ass and can't wait to get the first one in there. Tyrone, you're the biggest. Get on up there and help the lady out."

"Sure thing." Tyrone hopped up on the platform. He was a 6'4" tall black man with a very muscular build and a very large cock, both long and thick. Ariadne threw him a small tube and he squirted out some of its contents onto his hand and rubbed his cock a few times until it got to its full eleven inches. He pressed it up against Steve's asshole.

"Hold on a minute, Ty. Come down and show the little bitch what she's going to get."

Tyrone got down and held his cock up to Steve's face. Steve's eyes went wide. "That's fine." Tyrone got back up into position behind Steve.

Ariadne said, "Now, everyone, where's she going to take it?"

One guy in the back said, "Uh, up the ass?"

"That's right."

A couple of the other guys repeated the phrase until it became a chant for the whole crowd.

"UP THE ASS! UP THE ASS!"

Steve tried to struggle but he was held even tighter than before. He felt the head of Tyrone's cock push into his ass.

"Mmph! Nnph! Grrgh!"

"Oh, the little bitch is going to scream herself hoarse." She went back to the counter and picked up a dog dish and took it where Penelope and Trish were sitting.

"Girls, can you help me out? Our bitch is going to get a sore throat so she needs something soothing to make it feel better. You think you could persuade some of the guys to make a deposit?" She motioned with the dish.

Penelope stood up and took the dog dish. "Sure thing. I know just who to ask. Angela, get down on your knees." The pudgie redhead kneeled down and pulled her hair head back behind her.

Ariadne gave Penelope a quizzical look. "Oh, Angela keeps her mouth off cock about as well as she fits into a size 2. Hey, guys, come over here and line up. Angela's going to suck you off a little and then you'll come into this bowl." A line of six guys formed at the front. It looked like each of them were already sporting an erection.

By this time Tyrone had eased about half his cock into Steve's ass. He was going slow, a little bit at a time. Easing it in an inch or so and then out half as much. Steve was moaning and drooling under the penis gag. He looked over and saw the line of guys with their cocks out with Angela at the front with a cock deep in her mouth. His cock became erect again and stood straight out.

"Oh, bless her little heart. That's all she wanted after all."

Everyone in the room stared at Steve while he grunted and moaned for the three minutes it took for Tyrone to plunge the entire length of his cock into Steve's ass. Once it was completely in and Steve could feel the softness of Tyrone's testicles against his own, Steve let out one final grunt. The room broke until spontaneous applause.

Tyrone started pumping his cock slowly in and out of Steve's ass. About half the girls in the room and all of the guys chanted along, "IN. OUT. IN. OUT."

Ariadne walked over with a washcloth in her hand. "Very good, little bitch, very good. Now if you'll behave I'll take your muzzle off and give you a little more freedom. Are you going to behave?"

Steve nodded. Ariadne unfastened the gag and pulled it out of his mouth. Steve had been drooling through it somewhat and she wiped his mouth off with the washcloth. "Oh, that's much better." She stroked his face and then walked around and ran her hand along his back to his butt. She patted his ass and said, "How is she, Tyrone?"

"Nice. This is one fine piece of ass."

"I'm glad you approve. Did you hear that, bitch? Tyrone paid you a compliment. Now I'll let your head up and unbuckle your front and back legs. Would you like that?"

Steve nodded.

"You can bark your answers now that your muzzle is off. Come on, do you want a little more freedom?"

"Ruff."

Ariadne first unlatched the chain that was holding the collar Steve was wearing down to the surface of the platform he was being fucked on. Then she motioned and Juan and William unbuckled the cuffs that held down his arms and legs. She walked back over to the counter and returned with a pair of patent leather pumps with severe heels.

Addressing the crowd, Ariadne said, "Well, the little bitch deserves a treat. First let's give her some slut shoes." She slipped the shoes onto Steve's feet. "Doesn't that make her pretty? A girl's outfit isn't complete without the proper footwear."

Tyrone seemed to enjoy the sight of the shoes. His thrusting became more vigorous and he reached down with one hand to touch them as he continued to feed his cock in and out of Steve's ass. The cheers of the crowd alternated between "IN. OUT." and "SLUT SHOES!".

"Now for the second part of our treat." She sat down on the edge of the platform near Steve's head. He tried to give her his attention but found himself nodding his head a little up and down, eyes closed, making little movements with his lips as the sensations from his rear overwhelmed his concentration. Ariadne motioned to Penelope who brought her the dog dish. Four guys from the crowd had emptied their loads into it after they were sucked off by Angela. Two more guys had jacked into it by themselves, excited after watching the way Steve was being treated. Ariadne put the dog dish with the thick sloshing cum in front of Steve and said, "Drink up. A breeding session like this is thirsty work."

Steve didn't exactly realize what was going on. He looked down into the bowl and stared at it for a few seconds. The contents were thin and runny in parts and thick and globby in other parts. Impatient, Ariadne reached behind his head and forced his face down into the bowl. She held it there for fifteen seconds as Steve coughed and sputtered. Then she yanked his hair back up, pulling his head out of the bowl.

"Oh, you made a mess." The crowd of people who were watching Steve's treatment all started laughing and pointing at his face. Cum was now smeared all over it and some of it was trickling down his chin. Ariadne went back to the counter and retrieved a couple items. One was a soup spoon which she used to squeegee the cum off his face. Once she got enough off to fill the spoon she said, "Open up."

Steve looked at her. Was he really about to swallow down a spoonful of cum? While a black man with a large dick fucked his ass? While a crowd of college kids watched on? He thought about how the riding crop felt and looked at Ariadne's face again then reluctantly opened his mouth.

"That's a good girl." In five good strokes she scraped the cum off his face and fed him each load with the spoon. Then she held up the second thing she had retrieved from the counter. It was a yellow cake donut. "Do you want this, huh, do you want it?" She held it up to Steve's nose and it smelled pretty good.

"Ruff."

"Well, maybe I'll give you half. After all, a girl's got to watch her figure." 

She broke the donut in half. One half she broke in half again and said, "Here Tyrone, have some donut. You look like you could use it."

"Unh. Thanks, Ariadne. Unh. Unh." He stuffed the piece of donut into his mouth. "Mmph." He continued his thrusting and there was sweat coming off his face.

Ariadne nibbled on the other quarter piece of donut. Steve looked up and watched her sensuous full lips as she chewed and swallowed. When it was all gone she held up the remaining donut half and said, "Your turn." She broke off a piece of it and dunked it down into the dog dish, drenching it in the viscous contents. "Well, it's not a creme-filled, but it's close." Steve's mouth stood open in disbelief and she popped the slimy chunk into it. She pulled up on his jaw to close his mouth then rubbed his throat. "Nummy, nummy, num. Down it goes." Steve swallowed.

A male voice rang out from the crowd. "Hey, I bet that was my load. That guy just chowed down on my load."

Another clapped the first guy on the shoulder and said, "Ha ha. What makes you think it's yours? It could just as well be mine."

Ariadne said, "Boys, boys. Relax. She's going to eat it all down. Our bitch is one hungry slut. We can all see what a hungry ass she has, and I'm sure she has an equal appetite for cum. She just can't wait to finish off her treat." She looked directly into Steve's eyes. "Can she?"

"Ruff."

"That's a good girl. Now finish this off. And this." In a few more bites the donut was gone and the dog dish was empty. "Lick out that bowl. I want it to be spotless." Steve put his face into the bowl and lapped all around with his tongue. "Oh, the little bitch has learned her place."

By this time, Tyrone's thrusting had became faster. The crowd started up the chant of "IN. OUT." again and Tyrone's breathing started getting deeper. He grunted, "Unh. Unh." He gripped Steve's hips tightly and fed his cock into Steve's ass one last time.  

Steve felt a spurt deep down as Tyrone came. Steve let out, "Oh," then closed his eyes and laid his head down. The crowd clapped loudly. There were a few hoots and a few guys pumped their fists. Tyrone pulled out and Steve felt some of the cum trickle out of his ass and drip down.

Ariadne said, "Very good. Very good. Did you enjoy that, everyone?" The clapping got louder. "Did you enjoy that, bitch?"

Steve didn't think it was the truth, but once again answered, "Ruff."

Ariadne pulled Tyrone off to one side and lined the rest of the guys up side by side. "All right, you've seen Tyrone. Who's going to be next to fuck our little bitch?" She motioned to William. "You've seen a little bit of William. His cock isn't nearly as big as Tyrone's, but it looks quite nice. You saw how much the bitch enjoyed getting it into her mouth." She motioned towards the second guy who looked to be a dark-skinned Hispanic man. He was muscular and of average height. "Now Juan has a very interesting cock. It's not overly large, but has a fierce curve in it when it gets hard." The girls in the crowd looked Juan over curiously. "Finally, John's cock is as long as Tyrone's but not nearly so thick." John was a tall and thin black man. "Which will it be? William, Juan, or John?"

There were a few shouts for William and John, but nearly all of the girls shouted out for Juan. "OK, Juan it is."

John said, "Man, what a gyp."

"Now, now, John. Temper, temper. You can have her pretty little mouth."

John came around front and stuffed his semi-hard cock roughly into Steve's mouth. He moved it in and out while Steve slurped and popped. In a few seconds it was fully erect. Steve noticed that it was about as wide as William's cock had been, but reached further down his throat. He gagged each time John shoved it all the way down.

Meanwhile, behind Steve, Juan rubbed his own cock a few times to get it hard. It had a pronounced curve in it and the girls in the audience said, "Ooh."

Ariadne said, "Girls, come on up here, you'll want to see this up close. Form a line there and let everyone kind of shuffle past." Juan stepped up onto the platform behind Steve and Ariadne walked over to him and held his cock in her hand. Whereas Tyrone was kneeling behind Steve, Juan squatted down so he was behind and above Steve. Ariadne fed the head of Juan's cock into Steve's asshole.

"Now watch this." Juan pushed his cock into Steve's ass with a circular motion. He pulled out and pushed it in again the same way. "She's really getting screwed now." Ariadne playfully slapped Steve's ass. As Juan pushed in and out, Steve moved his hips up and down, left and right, to try to accommodate the curved dick.

One of the girls walking by said, "Hey, he's really getting into it. Look at the way he's wiggling around. He really likes getting it in the butt."

Penelope and Trish stood next to Ariadne and Penelope said, "Is that true, Ariadne? Do you think he really likes it?"

Ariadne seemed to think about it a moment then said, "Well, yes and no. Part of it is physical. But she gets off mostly on the humiliation. Watch this." She stroked her had up and down Steve's back and said, "How is that, little bitch? Do you prefer getting your ass and mouth stuffed at the same time while all your friends are watching?" Steve's cock, which moments before had been limp and swinging left and right in tune with Juan's screwing, started to grow. "See? She likes a woman's touch and to know that we're watching her get used."

"I see."

All of the girls and most of the guys got a good look at the vigorous fucking that Juan was giving Steve. Up front John was still taking out his frustration on Steve's mouth. He would shove his cock all the way in and then push his thumbs in as well. He pulled out and smacked Steve's face with his cock. After a few minutes, his dick swelled up a little and Steve knew what was coming next. John spurted a few drops of cum into Steve's mouth and then yanked out and spewed the rest of his load onto Steve's face. "Ha ha ha. How do you like that, bitch?"

Ariadne said, "Oh, very funny, John."

John stuck his cock back into Steve's mouth and milked the last drops of semen out of his dick onto Steve's tongue. "Now clean it off, come on. Look at the mess you made."

Juan was furiously screwing away at Steve's ass. He pumped in a few more times then finally grunted and Steve felt that now-familiar spurt in his ass. Steve himself was too tired to pay much attention to the cum that covered his face and lay his head down again to catch a little rest. Juan pulled out and Steve's ass felt suddenly empty.

The crowd applauded as Juan stepped down off the platform. Ariadne said, "Nice job, Juan. We all enjoyed that one. Now that leaves John and William left. Our little bitch has been on her best behavior so I think I'll leave the choice to her. So what will it be, William or John?"

Steve raised his head up again and first looked to William, then John. He looked back to William and stared intently.

"William it is. Of course she's going to pick her boyfriend."

John slapped his leg and said, "Man, I hate being last in the ass."

William got the washcloth again and gently wiped off Steve's face. He gave Steve a kiss on the cheek and then on the forehead and then full on the lips. Steve started slightly when he felt William's tongue dart into his mouth. Half the girls in the audience say, "Aww." 

Ariadne said, "Isn't that romantic?"

William went around behind Steve and used the washcloth to wipe off the cum and dried cum around Steve's ass. He positioned himself behind Steve, rubbed his cock a few times to get fully erect, then eased his cock into Steve's asshole.

Ariadne walked over to a switch on the wall and turned it, dimming the lights halfway. Everyone took their seats back on the benches. Ariadne said, "I think we have a real love connection here."

William pushed his cock in and out of Steve's ass and everyone could tell Steve was really getting into it. He moved along with William and moaned quietly. He closed his eyes and moved his head around slowly, licking his lips. He looked back at William a few times with a slight smile on his face. After a few minutes William's thrusts became faster and Steve looked down with his eyes closed, hanging his head. They moved back and forth together as William caressed Steve's hips. The thrusting became very fast and William started grunting, timed along with Steve's low moans. Finally, William came and lay his body on top of Steve. They stayed that way for nearly a minute.

John broke in, "All right, enough of that already. It's my turn." He tugged William off of Steve. John looked down at Steve's ass and said, "Ugh." He looked at Ariadne. "Is it OK if I clean this out a bit?"

Ariadne nodded. She turned the lights back up and went back over to the counter and picked up a large syringe. She handed it to John. "Here."

John plunged the syringe deep into Steve's ass which caused him to come to full attention and raise his head up. John pulled the stopper and a thick mass of cum flowed into the syringe. He pulled it out of Steve's ass with a pop and said, "There, that's much better."

Ariadne said, "Give it to me. I have an idea. Our bitch has been so good, but let's give her one final test." She walked over in front of Steve.

"Now, bitch, I'm going to empty this into your mouth. As much as you want to, don't swallow it. Keep it in your mouth until I say otherwise. Do you understand?"

Steve nodded.

From the crowd, Penelope said, "Hey, that's like when they put a treat on a dog's nose and he can't eat it until given the command."

"Exactly. And our little bitch is going to do us proud. Isn't she?"

Steve nodded. Ariadne stared at him.

"Ruff."

Ariadne put the end of his syringe in Steve's mouth and pushed down on the stopper so hard that the contents nearly squirted down his throat. Steve struggled but finally held it in his mouth. "Let's see, open up." Steve opened his lips slightly. Ariadne motioned over to Penelope and Trish and they walked up and looked in at the small pool of cum Steve was holding in his mouth. "Very good. Now, you're going to hold it there, right?"

"Ruggh."

Ariadne nodded at John and he rubbed his hands together, then put his cock into Steve's ass. The initial thrust wasn't bad but then he slapped Steve's ass with his hand and Steve nearly yelled out. He said, "This is a sweet ass."

The crowd started in on another chant. "LAST IN ASS! LAST IN ASS! LAST IN ASS!"

John didn't seem to appreciate that. He said, "Man," then started bucking wildly behind Steve. Every couple thrusts he slapped Steve's ass hard. "How do you like that, bitch?" Steve remained silent, concentrating on not drooling out any of the cum from his mouth. John said louder, "I said, how do you like that, bitch?"

Ariadne came over and said, "Answer the man."

"Ruggh."

Ariadne said, "Oh, she likes it just fine."




Doggy Style



John continued reaming Steve's ass. "Oh, you don't like John that much, but he don't mind. He likes you just fine." John reached down and squeezed Steve's balls. 

This caught Steve by surprise and he yelled out, "Arrgh." The loads of cum that had been sucked out of his ass and squirted into his mouth leaked out onto the surface of the platform John was fucking him on.

Ariadne said, "You. Absolute. Bitch." She ran over and grabbed Steve by the hair. "One simple thing and you can't do that." She picked up her riding crop and whipped Steve repeatedly on the back. John pulled his cock out of Steve's asshole and Ariadne whipped Steve's ass ten times. She put the crop down and roughly pulled off the pink garter belt that Steve was wearing. "You don't deserve pretty things." She yanked down and pulled off Steve's pink stockings. Then she ripped off his panties. She buckled the restraints onto Steve's legs. She unhooked and then took off his bra and then pulled off his pigtail extensions. Then she buckled the restraints onto his arms. "There. If you can't act like a lady then you don't get to look like one." She started whipping his ass again with the riding crop.

John came around to the front and forced his cock into Steve's mouth. "There you go. Suck on that a while. It was buried deep in your ass and now it's buried deep in your throat. Just suck on it until I get a chance to put it back in your ass." He turned around and stuck his ass in Steve's face. "Now stick your tongue out. Come on! Get it in there good." He reached back and pushed Steve's face further into his ass.

After another ten strokes with the riding crop Ariadne motioned to John. He repositioned himself behind Steve and in one quick motion he resumed reaming Steve's asshole.

Ariadne said, "Bitch, you better clean up that mess." Steve bent his head down and began to lap at the slimy mess that covered the surface of the platform in front of his face. "And you better get it all."

The crowd resumed its' chant of "LAST IN ASS!" This seemed to piss John off and he redoubled his vigorous fucking of Steve's ass. At times he stuck his thumbs up Steve's asshole along with his cock. At other times he pulled up so hard that Steve's knees came up off the ground. 

"How do you like it, bitch?"

"Unh. Unh. Ruff."

"Oh, is that so? Rough? I think I can oblige." John sawed at Steve's ass furiously. He slapped him hard across the ass. He reached behind and pulled at Steve's cock and squeezed his balls. The crowd became silent, awed by the violent fucking Steve was receiving. After a few minutes, the slapping stopped and John pistoned his cock in and out of Steve's ass.

Steve responded with each thrust. "Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh." Finally, John came deep in Steve's ass. He pulled out quickly and stepped down off the platform. He walked around and shoved his slimy cock into Steve's mouth.

"Clean that off, bitch." Steve obliged and sucked at John's cock. John pulled it out of Steve's mouth and Steve continued licking it.

Ariadne walked up and said to Steve, "Well, that should have been it but you couldn't behave yourself. You were a beautiful bitch but now you're just a sad little man with cum leaking from your ass. I'm going to leave you tied up like this to think about what you did. If the rest of these guys here want to take advantage of you without your feminine finery then so be it." Ariadne walked to the door and Penelope and Trish followed her.

Penelope asked, "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes. A cleanup crew will come and tidy things up in a couple hours. Your guy friends here can do what they want with that stupid bitch. She's not very pretty any more, but sometimes guys just want a couple of holes." She addressed Tyrone, William, John, and Juan. "Hey, it's quitting time. You guys can go home now."

John and Juan walked out the door, but Tyrone and William remained. Tyrone said, "Uh, is it all right if we stay? I didn't get a chance at her mouth."

"OK, but you're off the clock." Ariadne walked out of the room. About three quarters of the girls in the room left. Penelope, Trish, Angela, and Meredith stayed, with about five other girls. All of the guys stayed. Most of them lined up behind Steve waiting for a turn in his ass. A few lined up in front of him waiting for his mouth.

One of the guys in the rear line turned and said to the guy behind him, "I ain't never fucked an asshole before. My girlfriend won't go for that. What's it like?"

The other guy said, "Just wait and see."

"Hot damn! But why do those guys up front want to get a blow job? Even my girlfriend does that."

"But does she let you come in her mouth? Does she swallow? Can you really fuck her throat like that guy's doing now?" Up front a guy had his cock deep in Steve's throat and was slapping his face at the same time.

"Oh, I see your point. I guess not. Maybe I'll give that a try, too."

Three of the girls, Penelope, Trish and Meredith sat together on the first row bench. Angela was on her knees at the front of the rear line helping the guys get hard so they could fuck Steve's ass. Meredith said, "I can't believe all of these guys are waiting in line for that."

Penelope said, "Please. You give a guy a chance to plunge his cock into a waiting mouth or ass and he's going to turn it down?"

Steve was lost in the constant barrage of cocks. His original fantasy of fucking a woman doggy style had turned into this, with him on his hands and knees taking spurting cock after spurting cock into his ass, and swallowing load after load down his throat. His asshole was tender and his hands and especially knees were sore from kneeling. He lost count of the number of loads he had taken at each end.

After forty-give minutes most of the guys had come at least in Steve's ass with more than half of them ejaculating into Steve's mouth as well. There was a moment of comedy when Tyrone forced half of his cock down Steve's throat. Everyone stopped to watch, but that was as far as he could get it. He left it there and stroked the other half until he spilled yet another load down Steve's waiting throat. When he pulled it out Steve choked and coughed for a couple minutes. 

Finally, only Trish, Penelope, and William were left. Penelope turned the lights down halfway as Ariadne had done earlier. William unbuckled Steve's restraints and turned him over on his back. He got another washcloth and gave Steve a sponge bath, giving special attention to his face and ass which were the most messed up. He found the stockings on the floor and put them back onto Steve's legs. Steve looked down and smiled to see them back on.

Penelope said, "Aw, isn't that cute?"

Trish said, "Yeah. Whatever."

When he was done, William bent down and kissed Steve on the lips. He probed in and out with his tongue and held the kiss for a full minute. Steve responded to the kiss and closed his eyes with a slight smile on his face. William bent Steve's knees and slipped his cock into Steve's ass in missionary position. As he gently fucked Steve William reached down and stroked Steve's cock with his right hand. Steve became fully erect.

Penelope said, "Oh, let's give the love birds a little privacy." She and Trish walked out the door.

William continued stroking Steve's cock while he pushed in and out of Steve's ass with his own. After a minute Steve tensed up and came. His semen spurted up high and then came back and landed on his belly. He was surprised at how good it felt, how much cum there was, and how high it had went. He had never come so hard before. William continued fucking him and Steve reached up and rubbed William's smooth hard belly affectionately. He moaned in time with William's thrusts.

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Out in the reception area the four girls were together getting ready to leave. Penelope said, "Now are you satisfied, Trish?" All eyes went to her.

"I suppose. I still would like to key his car or something." She addressed the receptionist. "Hey, do you know what kind of car that guy was driving?"

"You mean Mr. Smith?"

"Yeah, him."

"Oh, Mr. Smith didn't have a car. He told me himself that he took a cab here. He called the company when he got here to make sure they would send a car back to pick him up. This place is kind of out of the way."

Trish said, "Oh."

Penelope said, "Trish, you've really got to start wearing your glasses."

The girls laughed.

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Copyright 2003 - A.F. - All Rights Reserved 



Doggy Style



I feel his middle finger slide up into my butt. He drives me crazy every time he does that. Each time is like the first time. It's the most erotic thing he does with me. It makes me hotter than when he fucks me, breeds me. I never get used to it. Every time he does this to me it's like the first time.

He pushes his finger into me as far as it will go. He feels my little hole tighten around his him, hears my whimpering soft cry as he starts to move it around in small circles inside of me. He moves the tip of his finger around way up inside of me, 'feeling me', 'petting' me.

"Uh, uh, oh Daddy...uhhh, uh...oooooooo..."

I lose it. I melt. I fall forward onto my elbows. I press the side of my face to the cold tile and close my eyes. I push my butt back against his hand, arching my back and lifting my rear end up higher for him. He holds his finger up into me. The fist his hand makes inside my cheeks, only his middle finger extended into me, spreads my butt wide. I can feel his knuckles up against my inner cheeks as they wrap around his fist. I feel his huge hand, his hard knuckles, deep in the crack of my rear end. 

His other hand moves slowly over me, a loose ring of his index finger and thumb running up and down my penis. He moves his hand over the wet head of it. My little erection bounces in his hand as he strokes me. He pumps me slowly, teases me. He masturbates me deliberately and methodically from behind.

"Good boy. Such a good boy." 

He purrs to me. I hear him smiling through his words as he speaks softly, erotically. He looks down at me. I am frozen, hypnotized by what he is doing to me. The pink ruffled panties I wear are down around my ankles. My knees are spread wide allowing the hand that runs over my penis access to me up between my legs from my rear. The waist band of my panties holds my ankles together. My girly girl underpants cover the lace tops of the sissy ankle sox I wear, those and my 3" spike heel pink ankle-high boots. Other than that I am completely naked, sissy girl panties down around my ankles. My lipstick is smeared somewhat over my chin and face. It's all over his cock too. My eye makeup is still intact, perfect and sissy like. I am baby smooth for him. He wouldn't have it any other way.

I feel his finger move slowly out of me and then plunge back into my little hole fast.

"Oooooo, uhhhhhhhhh...oooo..."

I cry out. It hurts when he does that. He knows it too. He holds his hand firmly into my butt as he pulls me back by my penis and holds me in place tightly. He pulls his hand out of me and slaps my butt hard. A loud 'SLAP' reverberates off of my kitchen wall.

"Owww...ooo."

"Do I have to get your paddle? Do I?"

He raises his voice, talks sternly to me. He slaps me again.

"No, daddy, nooo...please...please don't stop...I'm sorry...no..."

My voice quivers. He laughs. I feel his tighten around my little erection. His hand is huge and it covers me completely.

"Maybe take you to the punishment room instead of generously rewarding you like this, is that what you want? Stay still! Perfectly still, don't you fucking move! You couldn't be more perfect than this. Don't move."

He slaps my butt again very hard. A loud 'CRACK' fills the room. I struggle to hold myself still for him. He slips his finger back into my tight little hole. He starts to finger fuck me slowly, his other hand running back and forth over the head of my little boy-like erection. I feel goose bumps rise all over my baby smooth body, from both the cool air of my kitchen and from his hands, the way that he works me.

"That's my little boy. You have no idea how pretty you are right now, how fucking perfect you are right now. You are a very pretty boy. You really are."

He leans forward and gently kisses my left rear cheek. He stands back up straight to admire his little bitch.

I am up on my kitchen counter. He is standing slightly to the side of me and behind me. He cock is rock hard. His large erection bounces as he moves over and in me. Even though he came in my mouth a little while ago, he is hard again at the sight of what I am before him. He never has a problem getting hard, ever. He is all alpha male.

I feel the hard tile of my counter on my knees as he moves his finger in and out of my butt, moving my legs and rear slightly as he does. I struggle to remain perfectly still. I don't what this to end. I want this to go on forever. And most importantly I want to please him.

I can still taste his cum in my mouth. I went down on him almost as soon as he entered my door. He stripped off his clothing and just sat, pointed to his cock. I did not have to be told. I went to him and sucked him as he sat on the couch. When he finished using me like that he snapped his finger and said, 'Kitchen, up on the counter, present yourself.'...I know what that means.

I scampered off to my kitchen as fast as I could, climbed up on the wide tile counter that looks out over my back deck. I lowered my panties to my ankles, wriggled them down, and stayed on my hands and knees waiting for him. I learned that to not hurry into the positions he orders me to, to not present myself as instructed, leads to severe paddling, or worse whipping with a riding crop or belt. I've learned that well over the almost three years I've been his.

The position I am in now is one of his favorites for 'rewarding' me. I am on display up high and in bright light. He can see me from all angles like this. He loves that. He makes me cum like this sometimes, others he forbids me to cum and just plays with my little thing. It's my 'good boy reward', as he calls it. I'm up high and on display on my kitchen counter, easy to 'get to' as he says. I am like a little bitch show dog for him when in this position. And it amuses him greatly that he can do this with me, display me and tease me.

His hand moves over my penis. I am lost to him. He knows just how to work me, how to addict me to his hand. My soft whimpering and moaning fill the kitchen. He squeezes slightly harder, tightening the ring of his index finger and thumb. He laughs. 

"So predictable, my little bitch. You'll do anything for daddy's hand, won't you."

He increases the movement, just over the head, as he sees my butt quiver. He concentrates and starts to pump faster, much faster, as he feels me throb in his hand. He knows I can't resist when he pumps me like that. I feel his finger curl slightly inside of me, feel it dig deeper into my butt. He is holding me in place. 

And then I feel it. I feel 'the feeling'.

"Uh, uh, uh...yesssssssssss, ooooo, uh, uh...ahhh...oooooo...yessssss, daddy, yes, daddy...uhhhh..."

I start to cum. 

Before my first spurt hits the counter top he pulls his hand so rapidly out of my butt that I wince, cry out. He hurries to catch my first bit of cum in his hand as he moves over my penis with his other hand. I feel myself go completely dizzy, feel myself throb in his hand as he milks me. He masturbates me into his hand. 

"Come on, baby. Give me all of it. Good boy, very good boy. Come one. That's it, baby boy. Give it to daddy."

I writhe as he milks the last of my cum out of me. He pulls my penis, squeezing it down from the base, over and over again, as one would milk a cow. I am milked dry, the last drop pushed out of me and into his hand.

"Sweet little boy, my baby boy."

He pats my butt, pets it, as he pulls his hand away from my little thing, holding the hand that is filled with my cum carefully so as not to spill any of it. 

"Don't let those sissy pants come off of your ankles, boy. Get to the couch. I want to fuck you. Move!"

He slaps my butt. As I scurry off of the counter, I take mincing little steps to keep my panties in place around my ankles. I see him smiling, my cum in one hand, his other hand on himself, on his huge bobbing erection. I am now in the mindset he likes most to fuck me in. 

Naked, sissy like, feeling the shame of what I am, feeling like I want to cry, all of it hits home so very hard after I cum. And he loves that. I lose some of my submissive 'edge' after I cum and he knows this, deeply. He uses it for his amusement.

I know what he wants. I've done this for him too many times to count. I move to the couch and lie on my back against the back cushion, legs up high and spread wide at my knees. My ankles together up over my head, spreading my cheeks with my hands, I am ready for him to fuck. 

I pull my cheeks apart wide. I expose my little hole. I look up at him as he leans forward and pushes his hand to my face. I open my mouth and stare up at him as my cum is pushed into my mouth, pushed all over my face and chin, wiped on my cheeks and nose. My face covered in my cum, I feel him lean down over me. I feel myself bounce slightly as his knees go onto the couch cushion on each side of my butt. He enters me.

He pushes his cock up into me and puts his full weight onto the backs of my legs. As he leans down on top of me he starts to fuck. I feel a tear in my eye, want to run and hide, all the submissive sissy that I am is gone as soon as I cum, in that instant. He knows this. He starts to fuck knowing that. I hear and feel him slap against me.

"I own you. I fucking own you."

I say nothing. I taste my cum in my mouth, feel it on my face as he starts to make his 'man noises', starts to breath heavily, grunt, moan.

"I fucking own you...uh...oooo, uh, uh...yes..."

He moves in and out of me with long full strokes. I feel myself bounced on the couch cushion, his whore, his concubine. He starts to make all the noises men make when they do this, when they breed a little bitch like me. He makes all the noises real men when they fuck to cum. His sounds fill my living room.

"Fuck!...ohhhhh, fuck!...you little bitch...oooooooooo...you dirty little bitch..."

He fucks me for over an hour. I say nothing, just keep my legs up high and expose my tight little hole for him. He does all the rest. When he cums it's huge. Even though he came earlier, he cums huge. He always does. I feel his spurts hit me deep inside. I feel it spurt out of me as fills me, as he pushes deeply into my butt. It feels like the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, he is so deep in me. He pumps so hard it feel like he'll break me.

And then he finishes. He collapses onto to me, onto the backs of my legs, his semi erect cock still up inside of me. He kisses my ear, bites my neck, my ankles and panties off to the side of his head.

"I know you love me. And I know you love the way I do the things I do to you."

He puts one hand on my butt, the other up under my neck. He kisses my ear, puts his tongue into it softly. He nibbles my ear, pets me.

"I do. You know I do. Even when you drain me of my sissy attitude and then fuck me like you just did. I love you, daddy. You really do own me. You do."

I wrap my arms around him, kiss his cheek and neck. He laughs. I feel him cup my butt, squeeze it. His soft cock still in me, he pushes up hard, deeper into me.

"I love doing that to you. Are you still my little girl? Are you?"

He slaps my butt softly, pets me.

"Yes. You know I am. Yours, I'm yours, daddy."

He gets up off of me. As his cock pulls out of me, some of his cum gushes from me onto the couch, in spasms. I hurry to hold my rear cheeks tightly together, try to keep it in me. He likes me to keep it in me and I always try my best to do that for him.

"If I could keep you at my house you know I would. I'd keep you in my basement. You could help my wife. Too bad she'd never go for that."

He sits on the couch and watches as I stand and pull my panties back up. I smile at him. He points to the cum that ran out of me, his cum on the couch cushion. He snaps his fingers and points again at it.

I feel shame as I do what I know he wants me to do. I move to the couch, bend forward and lick up the cum that spilled out of me. I feel him pet the back of my head as I do that. I finish and pull back up, stand.

"I do that for you. You know I love you. And I love being your whore, doing the dirtiest things you can think of. You know that."

"You do that because I own you, bitch. And you know that if you didn't I'd make you sorry you didn't. If I wanted you to lick cum out of the toilet, you'd do it."

He stares up at me. He smiles wickedly.

"Go make yourself pretty for me. Your lipstick is a mess."

I move to the stair, see myself in the mirror as I pass it. He's right. I am a mess. Cum and makeup smeared all over my face, wet rear end, slippery legs and butt, I am the perfect 'used' whore.

"Do you want me cute again or maybe I should stay all messy like this? What would please you, baby? Seeing your whore with cum all over her face? What pleases you, daddy?"

I turn and smile at him, hand on my hip.

"Get me a drink. Fix your makeup."

He takes his cell phone out of his pants, on the floor next to the couch right where he took them off when I sucked him, when I made him cum the first time.

I do as he asks.

I move upstairs to my makeup and dressing room. I put on a tight white panty girdle to hold his cum inside of me. I redo my makeup, fix my hair. I make myself cute and presentable for him. I feel my messy butt throb from the way he fucked me. I feel just like I'm the girly girl sissy I'm supposed to be, the submissive slave boy he likes to use, three sometimes four times a week. I wink at myself in my makeup mirror. I go back down stairs to him.

"Stop. Look at me."

I stop at the bottom of the stairs. He snaps a picture on his cell phone. 

"Show me that ass. Make it good."

I turn, arch my back, bend one leg up at the knee, a cover girl pinup pose from behind. He has taken many pictures of me, some up on my kitchen counter. I stopped caring long ago. He promises me they are just for him, nobody else. I couldn't say not to him even if I wanted to.

He pats his lap, motions me to him. I go to him and sit on his lap. I feel his hand on my back.

"I'm going to tell you something. I know that this has been our secret, a very discreet secret we keep from the rest of the world. Do you remember those pictures I took of you, the ones of you with my cum all over your face? I said I'd keep them to myself? I showed them to someone. Showed some others too, you're a very in demand little boy."

He laughs. He feels me stiffen, moves his hand to the back of my neck and holds me so tight it hurts.

"I showed several of the pictures I took of you to a friend. He likes you."

I start to stammer, feel like crying, feel scared and exposed. Nobody knows that I do this for him, nobody. Even though I am his complete whore it's all very discreet and doesn't affect any other part of my life. I feel faint. 

"What? How could you? We can't have others...you promised me you'd never out me."

"Shhhhh", he shushes me, his finger to my lips. 

"I trust this man and so will you. I've been online with him a lot, we talk about our bitches. He has one like you. I met him. He's more than trustworthy. And guys like us can do whatever we want with sissy girls like you. Right?"

He slaps my butt hard. I bounce on his lap.

"Right??!?"

I whimper, hear my voice choke up.

"How could you..."

I feel like crying. He slaps me hard.

"RIGHT???!!?

"Yes, daddy. You can. But, please...not..."

He cuts me off in mid-sentence. I feel nervous, terrified of being outed in the straight world I live in, we both live in. I would be disowned by friends and family. I can't let anyone at work or in my family know about what we do. Ever.

"I can do anything I want with you. Right now I feel like paddling your butt. I suddenly feel an urge to do that, you ungrateful little bitch. I give you everything you need, all the dirty little things you need. You would deny me??? I think you need to learn to say, 'Yes, daddy.' when I tell you that you're going to do things. You need to learn not to debate me. Go and get me your paddle. Get it!"

He glares at me.

I feel a tear in my eye. I slip off of his lap. I feel numb. I move to my kitchen and take the stiff leather paddle down off the wall. He has me keep it there in plain view. I never say 'no' to him. 

"I don't like your less than cooperative attitude, little sissy boy."

He takes the paddle from me as I return to him, yanks it out of my hand.

"Please...I'm sorry...I just...I don't understand..."

I'm dizzy, stammering.

"Get over my lap! Want me to restrain you to the bed? Use the whip, the belt??? Over my lap, now!!"

I hurry to lie across his lap. I start to cry. I feel his leg quickly move up over my legs, pinning me to his lap. He's huge compared to me, muscular. He reaches across my back and takes my right wrist bending my arm up behind my back to hold me in place. 

"Remember what I said, do you? You can have me leave you anytime you like. But who's going to give you what you need? Who's going to play your dirty little games, bitch? Who? If I keep you as my sissy boy you do as I tell you to do. Remember that, bitch!"

He doesn't wait for me to answer him. He says nothing, just starts to paddle me hard.

I shake, convulse on his lap as the paddle comes down hard, full force, across my butt repeatedly. Loud smacks reverberate off of my living room walls. Fifty fast, quick severe slaps and I am reduced to hysterical crying, sobbing.

"Don't fucking question me. Don't ever question me. What part of 'I own you' don't you understand?"

His voice is angry. Twenty five more full strength hard slaps across my butt and the backs of my legs, I am on fire. I feel my rear end burn. The panty girdle makes it hurt even more. It pulls my cheeks up tight and holds them firmly together. He knows that too. I am shaking on his lap.

He stops. He releases my arm, feels me quiver, sob and shake. I cry loudly on his lap. It feels like he broke my arm. He says nothing. I feel the paddle come down hard one more time across my naked back thighs. I scream loudly.

"Get up. Present yourself in front of me. Move, sissy boy."

I stand quickly. I stand in front of him, my hands cradling my rear end. I sob as I look to the floor. My tears run down my face. He rarely paddles me like this but when he does it hurts me deeply. I feel shame.

"I was going to treat you like a little lady. I was. You were so cute after your reward, the generous reward I just gave you. I was not going to discipline you. You disappointed me. I even thought about taking you to bed and making love to you the way you like. Tell me you're sorry. Tell me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...I am, I'm sorry...daddy, please...I'm so sorry..."

I stammer, my voice cracks through my crying.

"I tell you something that I find hot, something I want to do with you and you act like you can say 'no'? You do whatever I tell you to fucking do. I own you, little boy. I own you! If I want you to fuck a dog you'll do it. You'll do what I tell you to do."

He leans forward, hears me begging and apologizing. He ignores it. He pulls me up to him. He runs his hand up and over my inner thigh, up over the tiny bulge in the front of my panty girdle.

"You'll learn. You will fucking learn."

He's semi erect again. I see his cock move against his leg.

"Show me you're sorry, little boy. Come on. Show me."

He grabs me, pulls me by my wrist down in front of him. I don't have to be told. I go to my knees quickly. I take his cock into my mouth for the second time. I rest my arms lightly on his naked legs as I start to masturbate him with my mouth, my tears dripping onto him. I cry through it all.

"Ahhh...yes..."

He sits back on the couch as I try desperately to make him cum again. He takes forever. And then finally it happens. I feel his hand go to the back of my head as he cums for the third time. He holds me in place as he fills my mouth.

"Do you know what I think?"




Doggy Style



My mouth is full with him. He holds me in place by my hair. I mumble.

"Nuhh..."

"I thought about you on your knees up on your counter, your best-in-show bitch pose, the one I reward you in. While you sucked my dick I thought about that, about how it would be much more interesting if we had a real dog up there with you. Maybe a big dog fucking that ass, maybe make that your reward. Have you fuck a dog for my amusement."

He laughs. He is lost to his insanely dirty fantasy, vision of it all.

"Fucking you on your kitchen counter, now that would make for very interesting photos, maybe even movies. You being fucked by a dog."

"You wouldn't. Please. You wouldn't."

I pull my mouth back away from him, slightly off of him. I feel shock, revulsion at what he just said.

"No, I wouldn't. At least not yet. But it did turn me on to think about it."

He laughs so loud it scared me. He shoved his semi erect cock back into my mouth to the back of my throat.

"I thought about that and the man I'm going to introduce you. I thought about him fucking your mouth while I fuck your ass. He and I talked about that. You'd do that wouldn't you, boy?"

"Yethh..."

I mumble, his cock still huge even when soft filling my mouth, almost choking me. I feel him pat my head. He pets the side of my face gently. He pushes my face away and up off of him. He stands, wipes his wet cock on my face and hair.

"Good boy."

He says nothing as he starts to dress. I feel the tears in my eyes. I also feel my little thing stir in my panty girdle. I look up at him while he dresses. He's right. He does own me. I feel completely used, powerless to ever deny him anything. I feel like his slave boy.

At my door as he leaves, I push up close to him. I bury my face in his chest. I feel his hand on my rear end, his other on my shoulder. He towers over me. He is all man, alpha male, he is a full five inches taller than I am and built like a tank. I couldn't say 'no' to him even if I wanted to. He bends and kisses my cheek. I look up at him.

"You do know that I love you, right? I really do."

He looks at me as I say that to him softly. He smiles. He kisses my forehead. I put my hand on his cock through his pants and push up tight against him.

"Please don't make me fuck a dog. Please. You know I'll do any dirty thing you want, anything. Just please keep me safe and keep this all our secret, please. Please?"

I feel the tears still in my eyes, feel my rear end throb white hot, feel it sting sharply as he runs his hand over me from behind. I start to cry again.

"I know. I really do. You have nothing to worry about. You just keep being a good boy. That's all you have to do. Be a good boy for me. I don't ask much of you, just that you be my good boy."

He turned my face up to him, kissed the end of my nose.

He left me at my door. Left me in my spike heel ankle boots, sissy ruffle top ankle sox, tight pink panty girdle, baby smooth and soft with my makeup running down my cheeks from my streaked tears, lipstick all over my chin, the taste of his cum and my rear end still in my mouth. I see myself in my hall mirror. I see it all. I see the sissy boy slave in the mirror that will do anything for the man he is addicted to. I am his to do with as he pleases. I feel my penis stir. I feel myself start to get hard as I think that. I reach down and touch myself. I think, 'He could sell me if he wanted to.' I peel my panty girdle down to my knees. I wince as it crosses over my sore red and bruised rear end.

I think to myself as I watch him drive away that I'll not only please the man he's going to introduce me to, give me to, but I'll please him too. I'd do anything he wants me to do. Anything.

I start to masturbate in front of the hall mirror. I feel his cum drip from my rear end down my legs, slight little drips. I lose myself to the dirtiest things I can think of. I picture myself on the kitchen counter with a large dog behind me, two men watching.

I am lost to it all.



Doggy-Style in the Pussy Cat



Doggy-Style in the Pussy Cat (or Lick, Pussy! Lick! Lick!)

No one ever believes my story. But, hey! Who cares? I'm content to enjoy the memory myself. 

'Twas my third year in Phi Beta Kappa, the days when Big Daddy ruled the House.

Big Daddy? He really doesn't need any description. It's suffice to say that he lived to perfect the fraternity stereotype.

He drank too much. Never opened a book. (Pornography excluded). And constantly obsessed over how to get into every girl's pants. 

I must admit that he got laid pretty regularly. --No, not the hot chicks. It would probably be most accurate to describe Big Daddy as a bottom feeder. (And, admittedly, his "conquests" probably thought the same of him.)

Maybe I shouldn't dance around it. He was ugly, and they were ugly. But there were many they's, and you have to give him credit for that. 

Plus, Big Daddy wasn't too shy about it. 

"I haven't met a bad-looking boob," he'd often say. 

His game-plan was pretty simple: Find the ugliest girl at the party--the one most likely hard up for a date. Get her drunk. And then get her to his room. 

It was a rare weekend when Big Daddy didn't have a conquest to brag about. He especially loved sharing the dirty details to those of us who hadn't found love that night. He loved the big girls because, of course, they had the biggest breasts. "Size is everything," he preached daily. 

Which is one of the many reasons we were shocked by Samantha. 

A normal girl enamored with Big Daddy? A devout Christian? A serious academic? 

Samantha had to have been the exact opposite. I still don't know why she ever bothered with Big Daddy.

Reserved, not bombastic. Intelligent, not myopic. Cultured, not ignorant. Refined, not slovenly. Rational, not passionate.

And, she had small breasts. And, she didn't drink. And--the biggest one of all--she wore a Promise Ring. 

They apparently met in some class working on a group project. Overnight, Big Daddy began taking showers, combing his hair, and--much to our delight--ironing his shirts. 

Heck, one night he even went to see an international film--something about Polish slums--just to impress the ever conscientious Samantha. 

We couldn't have had more fun with all these shenanigans. Big Daddy actually trying to impress a girl (as opposed to him picking her up off the carpet and dragging her to his room). 

He was a good sport about it, though. Except when we probed about bedroom activities.

"So did you get her to flush that Promise Ring down the toilet yet, Big Daddy?"

"Did you make her scream yet, Daddy-O?"

"You got a picture of those sweet little titties to share, man?"

You could tell by the redness on his face that he was flustered. He tried to joke it off, but it didn't work too well. "A fine wine should be enjoyed in time," he muttered once. 

"Yeah--but you prefer cheap beer, Big Daddy!" someone mocked. 

From my experience, those "opposite" relationships usually don't last long, and Big Daddy's ended that Halloween. 

Of course Halloween had to fall on a Tuesday that year. I had quite a bit of class work, but I bit the bullet, worked through the entire afternoon, and had it done by 6 P.M. (Unlike Big Daddy, I actually wanted to graduate.)

I didn't have any particular plans for that night, but a fraternity boy doesn't really need a plan. There's always something happening or about to happen. So I just went down to the common room, turned on the TV, and waited.

Big Daddy huffed in a few minutes later.

"Dude! I need your help," he pleaded. "I...found a new friend, and--we have a test to study for. Can you do me a big favor?"

A test to study for? I new exactly what that meant. 

"You and Sam finally getting it on, Big Daddy?" I razzed. "Sister Christian finally been conquered?

"Well...it does have to do with, Sam, man. Hey! Don't you think she's more your kind of girl than mine?"

He slurred that line. He had clearly been drinking. But what he said still caught me off guard. 

"You see," Big Daddy continued. "Sam's awesome and all, but she's not really for me. I think I found someone this afternoon who's more...my kind of girl. I mean, my kind of girls. Could you just help me out?"

I had no idea what he was asking.

"OK," said Big Daddy. He was really distracted as he talked to me. "I want out. No more Sam. But we had a big date tonight going to the Phi Sigma Alpha costume party. She has this costume that her grandma made that she won't stop talking about. She's so damn excited! She's been talking about it for weeks. Some two-person costume. Means a lot to her. But...I've got other things to do. She gets here in an hour. Could you just go to the damn party with her? Tell her I'm sick. I promise that I'll break up with her tomorrow. I just need you to fill the gap tonight. I don't want to hurt her. You can't believe how much she wants to go to that party."

"Alright!" I said. "Sure, if Sam doesn't mind me instead of you. But what's your hurry? Why not call her yourself?"

"Sorry! No time, big man. I'll explain it all tomorrow." Big Daddy sounded quite relieved. "Remember: She really loves that costume. You have to help her out. Have a good time! I know you will!"

He turn and bustled out the door. I briefly wondered what the hell was going on with him, but I bet you could already figured it out yourself--didn't you? I did myself a few minutes later when I went out to the bathroom, just catching Big Daddy ambling up the steps with two chubby goth girls whose cleavage seemed to dip down to their waists. 

Go, Big Daddy, Go! I thought. Be the man you are. (I don't think he had had sex since he started seeing Sam six weeks before.)

I was actually a bit excited about going out with Sam. She was an attractive, intelligent girl. She had been hands off as a frat brother's girl, but if Big Daddy didn't want her, I would lie if I said that I had no interest. 

I bet Big Daddy knew this, and his gift of her didn't come without a catch....

After she arrived, Sam took the news surprisingly well. 

"Poor guy, I hope he feels better. Pity to be sick on such a big party night! I can't wait for the costume party, though! Did he tell you about the costume that my grandma made?"

She would say nothing more about Big Daddy, but I did get a constant earful about the costume and her grandma from that point on.

Sam sure did like to talk. In the 10-minute drive to the frat house, I learned more than a little about her. 

"My grandma is such a talented seamstress! During the war she made costumes for the navy. They said that she sewed the stitches so tight that a bullet couldn't penetrate the fabric! When I was fifteen, I asked her to make me a special Halloween costume. I just loved cats, and my favorite color was pink. I drew her a picture of what I wanted. A long-haired feline with big blue eyes and a little red tongue. With a nose that twitched. The hair had to be pink, of course! And it had a long, twisting tail that stood almost straight up. And I wanted claws that would clickety-clack when it walked. Oh, and...."

And she went on and on. She clearly had a special relationship with her Grandma, who obviously was talented, but.... Whew! 

She was good to look at though. And--Big Daddy was right--she was so excited that it was almost contagious. She couldn't wait to put on Grandma's costume and show it off at the party. 

I did pick up, though, that this costume took two people. And that it was a cat costume. And that it was pink. 

I could just hear Big Daddy laughing. I hate cats, and I hate the color pink. And he damn well knew that. 

He could have canceled out. The joke was on me. 

He was having sex all night with two horny chicks while I was taking Grandma's girl to a party dressed up as a pink pussycat. 

Two person costume, right? You know who was going to be the rear. Not Grandma's girl. 

But a happy face, I kept. (Or I think I kept.)

Sam really was a nice girl, though. I honestly wanted to see to it that she had a good time. (Although I probably should have asked to see the costume before we drove over to the party.) 

Now I should probably say that I went to school in the Deep South. October can be nice and all, but there are days that hit into the 90's. Like that day. 

It was stuffy and humid, even after the sun had gone down. It would have been a great night for a t-shirt and athletic shorts, but I (like Sam) had worn jeans and a cotton shirt. Not smart.

I groaned when we opened her trunk. 

It was big. It was pink. And it was long-haired. 

Honestly? I never really saw it. (I was in it, remember?) But it did impress. There was a huge head with big blue eyes, a red nose, and a slightly opened mouth with a long tongue. Controls had been built inside the cat head. The eyes could look up, down, or side-to-side. The nose could twitch. And the tongue could "lick." 

The costume was built so that the person in front (Sam, in this case) stood. Her legs were the cat's front paws. The cat's head rested above her own. (Sam was about 5'5", so our costume must have been at least 6'5" from head to toe.) Control rods hung down from the head so that the person in front could control the eyes, nose, and tongue. There was a sheer pink fabric under the head that the front-person could see through in order to navigate. 

The person in back? That fool (me) had to do stoop over the entire time, hands on the person in front. His legs were the back paws. Movement for the back person was monkey-see, monkey-do. You didn't really have a mind of your own. You just followed. 

I could see how it worked. Pretty cool in concept and design. Grandma definitely had talent. But, I would rather the costume had been a dragon, a panther, a bear, or--well--anything save for a pink, long-haired pussycat. 

And boy, that fur should did look thick sitting in the truck on that humid night. 

The costume was only one piece. A zipper began on the bottom under the back person (ostensibly on the cat's belly) and ultimately tailed up one side (although well hidden in the thick fur). Sam and I would both step into the legs, duck under, and throw the costume above us, zipping up afterwards. 

Grandma sure did an amazing job. Although--I must say--she only put one lousy air hole in the costume for the person situate in back. 

The more I looked at that thick, heavy costume, the more I dreaded it. But Sam was so damn excited.

"If we win tonight, I'm going to call up Grandma. She's in a home now. You know, she's making stockings for everyone at the center for Christmas! She's stitching their names along with all the names of their children and grandchildren. With little hearts for the girls and little trucks for the boys. And then she...."

I just stared at the thick, pink fur.

"We better carry a little water in that costume," I muttered.

We had parked several blocks away so that we could arrive incognito. I didn't really know any of the frat brothers, nor did Sam, but their house party was the premiere Halloween-event on campus. All were invited. And, to my knowledge, they had the only costume contest with prizes this year. 

And so, to please a girl that I had no prior intention of pleasing, I threw a 30-pound, well-insulated costume over my head on an 85-degree evening. 

It was miserable from the start. Already dark outside, it was almost pitch black in that costume--at least in the rear. There was a faint, faint glow from the front, where Sam could see out, but almost nothing in the back. There was an air hole under my legs, but it looked down to the ground, and little light came up through. 

Our body heat had few places to go. I was sweating like a pig five minutes into our walk. 

"Damn, it's hot, Sam! You OK?

"We're almost there! Get into character! I think I saw someone point at us! We're already drawing attention!" 

I swear. She was almost singing those words. 

And so my hell and Sam's heaven began. Our costume sure did draw attention. Sam must have worked those controls magically. 

There were oohs and aaahhs everywhere, especially from the woman-folk. (Did you see those eyes move? Look at that tongue licking! What a pretty kitty! Did you make that yourself! Absolutely amazing!) The men? I've tried to forget their comments. You can just guess, can't you? (What a pretty pussy! Oh, man, I want to stroke that pussy tonight! You want a little treat pussy?)

But Sam soaked it all up. She really loved being the center of attention. She'd purr and meow in character, then spend five minutes talking about Grandma and the costume. Over and over again. To everyone she met. 

And there were a lot of people there. Or, at least I think there were. (I couldn't see a damn thing, remember?) I was just back there in the dark, stooped over, my hands on Sam's sides, stepping each time she stepped. 

I was just sweating. I wanted a drink, but I would have to get out of the damn costume to do that. And Sam was just so relentless, always moving around and showing off for new people. 

But, when my mind began to whirl a bit, with flashes before my eyes, I knew that I needed immediate release.

"Sam, I think I need a break! I'm too damned hot. I think I might pass out."

"Me, too!" she sang. "Let's head out back. We'll get some air."

I couldn't see a damned thing. My body was sweating profusely. And my back ached from stooping over for more than an hour. I was just miserable. Big Daddy owed me, big time.

I wanted out, but I admit that--well--Sam was an attractive girl. And you don't want to displease attractive girls. Still, I was searching for an exit strategy.

I could tell the moment when we stepped outside. Oh--it was still freaking hot in that costume, but the temperature quickly dropped from, say, 130 to 110 degrees.

"Hey," she said. "I'm moving towards the woods. I think they back up to the forest. We can hide out there and cool off a bit. I don't want anyone to know who we are yet. Not till we win the contest!"

After a few awkward bumps and steps--not to mention tripping over what must have been a few roots--Sam said, "OK, here." 

I immediately reached down between my legs, found the zipper on the cat's belly, and pulled it forward and then up and over. I leaned out at the same time as Sam, and we dropped the costume on our left side. She looked around, smiling at me. We must have looked ridiculous to an observer, our legs--from the knees down--still inside the furry cat costume. 

She looked like she had just stepped out of the shower. (And surely I did as well.

"Sam...." I trailed off. I wanted to tell her I was done, but she seemed so....happy. 

"Gosh!" she said. "I've never been so hot, but I wish you could see the looks on other people's faces. We have the best costume! I bet we win the contest! My grandma will be so proud! Thanks so much for doing this with me!"

Now--what can you say to that?

I looked around. We were perhaps 20 yards into the woods. The houselights were clear and visible through the fall forest, but the party noises seemed distant. 

"I'm having a great time, too," I lied. "But, well, I think I need to cool off a bit. I just can't take that heat."

"I know. It's beastly up front, and I know that it must be ever worse for you. I did live in Maine when Grandma made this for me. I bet she would have used different material if we had lived down here at the time! But it's not like I can't wear it. It's just so perfect! But, it might be a good idea to take a layer off. I know I sweat through my shirt. Gross!"

That last line caught me completely off guard. Take a layer off?

"I tell you what," she continued. "I will if you will. For the sake of survival."

I was still trying to decipher what she had meant when she reached down and pulled her shirt over her head. I hadn't even processed that when she unbuckled her jeans, her eyes staring straight at me.

"Don't make me do this alone!" she said playfully. 

It was a bit dark, but she had such a nice, lithe body. Firm and tight. Small-breasted with wide hips. She was suddenly standing right in front of me wearing only her bra, panties, and shoes. 

I had started to stare a bit, but I quickly tore myself away. This is unexpected, I thought. Moments later I had removed my shirt and stepped out of my jeans. And there we stood, wearing only our underwear and shoes in the warm southern night. 

"I'm comforting myself with the fact that my bikini is far smaller than this, so you're not seeing as much as you could." (I, of course, had to imagine how small that bikini must be. Her bra and panties weren't covering much.)

"Hand me your clothes. Grandma sewed a pocket inside the costume just in case the people inside needed to strip down a bit. She was always so thoughtful!"

After stashing our clothes into the pocket, Sam revealed two water bottles (perhaps hidden in the same place?) and we quaffed our thirst. 

I would like to tell you that this was a sexual moment. Our sweaty bodies largely revealed to each other. But--it wasn't. Sam didn't seem conscious of the situation at all. She acted as if this was completely normal. Damn--she seemed so innocent! Surprisingly, I found myself thinking that this was no big deal either.

"OK!" she suddenly exclaimed. "Ready to go back and win this thing?" 

We pulled the costume up and over. The moment I closed the zipper, I again felt the stuffy heat. But sans shirt and jeans, it did seem quite better. 

"Paws forth!" Sam giggled. I bent down and put my hands on her sides. For the first time I felt her naked flesh. So soft! My mood brightened considerably. This isn't going to be near so bad, I thought. 

With the same awkward difficulty, we moved forward. As before, it was hard to maneuver, and the heat once again began to grow unbearable, but...well, I had a distraction! Sam's butt, which had always looked to be of admirable quality, was only inches from my face. Were it not so dark in the costume, I would be able to see its smooth contours under her thin panties. I found myself imagining that butt, and what it must look like. 

Now that's a much better way to pass the time while toiling away in the back end of a cat costume!

We had moved back inside the house. It was difficult to hear words and conversation while inside the costume (the thick fur fabric seemed to both mute and merge the outside noise), but I could tell that we were getting a big reaction every where we went, ranging from the laudatory (what an amazing costume! how cool!), to the politely mocking (oh, your poor things! you must be so hot in that costume!), to the completely inappropriate (would you like me to feed you some of my milk, pussy?). 

There were more than a few idiot drunkards by now. At one point I felt some heavy hands on my sides and a hard bumping against my butt. "How do you like that in your pussy, pussy!" Some drunk ass frat boy trying to be funny, so blitzed that he never thought he might be dry humping another man in the back of that costume. 

I had a flash of anger and a retort, but I swallowed it. I thought it best not to provoke anyone who might reveal my identity in the costume. 

It really wasn't pleasant for me, but...you know, it didn't matter so much. I had my hands on Sam. And I liked the feel of her naked flesh. Even with a thickening coat of sweat on it. 

And it's that sweat that led to what happened next.

Just try to hold onto a sweaty body. Just tell me that your hands wouldn't accidentally slip. And so mine did--accidentally--the first time. We were turning around a corner or such when my hands slipped down to the sides of her panties. A fingernail caught a thread and I gently tugged down on side (only a half-inch or so) before correcting myself.

"Whoa, there, chief!" she said. "You, OK?" 




Doggy-Style in the Pussy Cat



"Sorry! Just a slip."

And nothing more. She didn't seem perturbed at all. It gave me the thought to explore a bit. To find the limits. I was, after all, doing something awfully nice for her. 

I started by slightly reaching my fingers further around her front, stretching from her side to the edge of her abdomen. It was meant to appear as a readjustment to her.

And, again, no response.

After a bit, I began to edge my fingers down, until my pinkies felt the top of her panties. Again, she remained silent. I felt this last move was a bit bolder. Surely she had felt it. Was her non-response permission to explore?

Why not, I thought!

And so I played! I moved my hands up, down, around. Seeking new bits and new territory. I, of course, stayed away from the "critical" places, but my gentle movements did not seem to alarm her. Instead, Sam happily interacted with party-goers, talking about her costume and Grandma while I quietly felt up her midsection and lower back. 

I'm not really a risk-taker, but I did decide to try a slightly more aggressive move.

"Sam," I muttered, "I'm getting real sore holding this position." And at that moment I moved one hand completely over her abdomen, while pressing the other lightly into her back. I braced myself for her reaction to my hand now on her lower belly. 

"I'm a bit sore hunched down in here myself. Let's go take another break!" She made no attempt to remove my hand. 

I felt a little bolder. In fact, I felt strangely confident. "Hey, how about a little massage?" Without waiting for an answer, I moved my hands to her back and ran them up and down, seeking out her pressure points. (I had actually read several books on massages in attempts to please former girlfriends. I had a decent idea what to do.)

"Hmmmm. That's good. You're a good costume friend! My back has been getting sore from holding up this heavy cat head!" (Hey, she should have tried being stooped over for an hour like me.)

I didn't like her use of the phrase "costume friend," but that didn't stop me. I continued with an innocent, one-handed massage .(We had started walking again, and I needed other hand on her side for ease of movement).

It was slow going, and it seemed that Sam stopped to talk to everybody. I especially grew irritated after we had gotten outside. So close to our resting point, she had taken up some debate with a person apparently dressed as Socrates. I moved to a gentle two-handed massage as they discussed Philosophy 101, the Sophists, and the Mind-Body problem. 

Gads--I think she must have talked to Socrates for about 10 minutes before I lost my patience. A bit frustrated, irritated, overheated, and (no doubt) dehydrated--not to mention horny (hey! I had been touching up her partially naked body for 60 minutes now!)--I rebelliously grasped the back of her bra and undid the hook.

I could hear her briefly hesitate in mid-dialogue, but I doubt the drunk Socrates picked up on it. I waited, continuing her back massage without the encumbrance of her bra strap. 

Nothing changed in her demeanor. 

"Well, I think we need to go take a break before the contest judging. No doubt my partner back there is dying from the heat! He's such a good guy. See you later, Socrates!"

We began to move forward. 

"Sorry about that," she said to me. "You must be hot and sore back there. I can be a bit selfish! I was enjoying your massage so much that I didn't want to move!"

Once again, she caught me off guard. Was she being honest?

My mind started throwing everything together. Half-naked bodies, innocent touching, pleasing massages, an unhooked bra.....

It had to be. You would, too! Wouldn't you?

With no words, I reached around her front, slid my hands under her bra, and cupped her breasts. I felt her shudder, then shift her upper torso so that her bra fell away from her body. Her nipples were already rock hard. Though her breasts were small, I could still feel their softness. 

I rested my cheek into the middle of her back and pressed it against her in the darkness of the costume. "Stop here," I heard her whisper. Her breathing was heavier than usual. 

God, I felt so hot! And not only from the trapped heat inside that costume. My genitals literally burned with passion, and my dick throbbed with achy goodness. 

The moment seemed surreal. The unattainable girl. The innocent Christian. The one who never would. 

And here I was, with her. My hands massaging her naked breasts. 

I dropped one hand down to her hip and pressed her back towards me. 

She understood. I felt her lean forward--perhaps such that her head and hands could brace herself against a tree--pushing her hips backwards into me. Now that she was bent over at the waist, I edged forward.

I had tented my shorts, and I now felt the tip of my penis touch her backside. Her womanly scent had filled the costume. I moved my hands to her sides, found her panties, and pushed down, but----No. 

Sam immediately brought back her hands and grasped mine. With no words, she gently moved them away. One to her abdomen, the other to a breast. 

I understood. 

I now intensely pressed my groin into her backside, rolling my hips, trying to gain entrance. I felt the head of my penis find a cleft, and I pushed forth. I felt slight penetration before our mutually stretched clothing blocked any further passage.

I instinctively stepped back, slipped my penis out of my briefs, blindly angled it back to the previous spot, and went forward again. I felt the giving wetness of her panties. 

I wanted more. More depth. I moved my hands from her breasts to her shoulders, pulling back on them as I pushed my groin forth. I could feel the intensity of the barrier before me. I strove to break it. 

Pressing, pushing, pulling. 

Once inch inside. 

Pressing, pushing, pulling. 

Another quarter-inch. 

Pressing, pushing, pulling.

But...it held. 

A new approach. I rocked back and pushed forth. Hard. Then back. Then forth. Hard. 

Again. And Again. 

(Surely, to an outsider, we looked ridiculous. A big furry pink cat, head bent forth, leaning against a tree, the back end of the creature pressing forth into the front end....)

I picked up the intensity. Ramming speed. Over and over. I could feel the same penetration, but no farther. The costume limited my thrusts. Unable to stand straight up, I could only lean over Sam's back as I tried to push into her.

Passion inflamed, I pulled back and dropped my hands to her panties, again trying to push them down. But ....

Stopped again. 

Sam again reached back, this time grasping her panties on both sides just after I had slid them over the widest part of her hip.

"No!" I heard her huff. 

I pleaded in a hushed whisper: "God, I want you Sam. I'll be good. I want to share myself with you."

That line had worked before, but not tonight.

"No!" she said firmly, raising her voice. I remember her Promise Ring.

I ceased my resistance, but I quickly moved one hand up her firm belly and back to her breasts. I slid the other in front of her and dipped under her panties, feeling--for the first time--the gentle softness of her bush. I immediately sought out her genitalia, only to find her thighs pressed tightly together in firm denial. 

I sensed that she wanted me. But, I had to break her resistance. 

I took the hand from her breasts and brought it behind her body. I grasped the bottom of her left butt cheek and pulled it away, towards the outside of her hips. I again angled my cock, such that it pressed into her, and sought a home in the middle of her pantied backside. 

Soon I was again rocking into her body, pushing and pressing as deep as possible into a newly discovered cleft. 

Sam didn't resist, but neither did she open her legs. I pressed on, enthralled. However...my primary excitement was the sensational thrill of the encounter, not the sexual contact. I simply wasn't going to finish this way.

That's when the unexpected happened. 

"Sit down," Sam whispered. 

Surprised, I obeyed. Was this it? Had I won her over?

I moved my hands to her hips as we sat down together. Her hands had left her panties. Greedily, in the dark of the costume, I pulled them down, right before my face. (Oh, I wish I could have seen!)

But they didn't go all the way down. Sam had broadly spread her legs, and her panties could only be dropped three-quarters of the way down her backside. 

No matter! I brought a hand around front and quickly found her now open pussy lips before she could stop me. My finger hungrily danced around the edges, wanting to inspire her to love-making, but...things were just happening too fast. 

As I simultaneously sat down, tugged on her panties, and reached to fondle her....I fell backwards due to the force of her body being thrown on top of me. I felt my right leg fly up in the air. At the same time I heard a zzzziipppppp, and felt the coolness of the night air.

Then I felt Sam's hand wrapped warmly around my cock before she forced it out of the costume. 

My brain simply couldn't process all that was happening, until...a swirling pressure sent tingles rippling up and my penis. Over. And. Over. Again. A gentle pressure. Up. And down. Then around. Thick flicks of a tongue, right on the most erogenous zones. 

Masterfully done. 

My body instantly relaxed. I vaguely processed what had happened. With her right leg (or right front paw), Sam had pushed back and raised my own right leg (or right back paw) into the air, rolling me slightly backwards as we had sat down. She had slightly unzipped the costume and wrested my penis outside. Then, she had bent forwards (showing quite a bit of dexterity, I might add!) and--using the opening just below the cat's head--taken me in her mouth. 

It was quite remarkable! And, I realized, to anyone watching: It would look like a typical cat licking itself. Ingenious! A blow job in a public place disguised as a costume act.

But...Samantha?

It didn't seem right.

But hey--don't think that thought was really going through my mind at the time. I was simply loving it! 

I think some people get nervous in public. I've seen amateur porn videos where the guy simply can't get it up in front of the cameras. Too self-conscious. Honestly? I had never had any type of sex in front of other people. But at that moment I knew other people might be in that fraternity's backyard. I could heard voices. We were never more than 20 yards from other people. 

And the thought that others might see what was happening exhilarated me! I've never been harder or more excited. And I know Sam felt the same: I now had my fingers crammed into her pussy. 

The smell of sex permeated the costume, and drove us both wilder. The pressure of Sam's lips increased and I felt her pace quicken. My fingers did the same, and I felt her hips begin rocking violently. My primary attention turned from my own sensations to hers. I felt her body tense as she released my penis from her mouth. I heard a heavy gasp. 

I stopped moving my fingers and slowly slid them out of her vagina. I lightly kissed the middle of her back as her orgasm waned.

After a few moments of heavy breathing, I felt her move forward. With a light kiss, she tasted the tip of my cock. Seconds later she was again moving intently up and down my shaft. 

I realized that this couldn't possibly be her first time. She was too good. Sam wasn't the girl she appeared to be. 

It just happened so fast. I tried to delay, delay until the last possible second, but I just waited to long. Moments later, my orgasm broke inside her mouth. She quickly separated from me, and I felt a sense of alarm. (I had once crossed a woman's personal barrier, and I never wanted to do it again.)

I felt semen pouring out of my cock, rolling down the sides.

And then...those gentle lips again. That initial concern melt quickly with each touch. Round and a round she moved, occasionally taking the tip in her mouth.

I had never had a girl continue a blow job after I had orgasmed. Sam was so loving, so caring. 

And that's when I heard the voices:

Oh my God! Look, that cat's licking itself!

It's doing more than licking itself!

Holy shit! It's giving itself a blowjob!

Look at it's dick!

Why to go pussy! I wish I had a pussy like you!

Sam popped up immediately.

Get up! she hissed.

I staggered to my feet, pulling my cock inside the costume. Walking quickly and awkwardly, we moved...well, I couldn't see anything! It seemed that we were moving back to and then through the house.

People were suddenly all around.

Yeah! That's the cat! 

The head was giving a blowjob to the tail out back!

Licky! Licky! Little kitty!

Did you enjoy your milk, pussy?

There was even applause. 

So many voices. So much else was said, but I picked up little. Then, we must have walked out the front door and the voices began to fade. 

It seemed that we walked for quite a while before either of us said anything.

I was too afraid to ask Sam about the contest. 

What's next? Aw, do you really care? I told you the interesting part! I bet you want to know about Sam's eventual reaction. Well--we all do crazy things in the midst of passion. Turns out that Sam--the perfect religious girl with the Promise Ring--was just as horny as, say, Big Daddy. But she had more control of herself. I

You might guess that I wasn't her first blow job. And, no, I wasn't the first to jerk her off. But, to her mind, she was a virgin. A man had never put his penis inside her. And I never did either--even though we dated for three months. To her belief, she was maintaining her promise to be a virgin on her wedding day. And I respected that. 

I did, of course, enjoy the best blow jobs of my life during our time together. Sam loved to please a man. I did learn, though, that she was selective. She liked Big Daddy, but she didn't trust him. She told me I was a different kind of guy. 

Why didn't it work out between us? Honestly--I was the problem. Sam seemed to be the ideal woman to me. But, in the end, I just wasn't what she wanted. It hurt a bit, but I had some incredible memories to savor. Life goes on. 

And, as far as Sam's reaction about being caught in public? Turns out Sister Christian liked the thrill of public exposure. Maybe someday I'll tell you about the library or the custodian's closet. 

If you care: To my knowledge, this episode--the only one during which we were ever seen--never got back to her. A strange party, a strange costume. Surely there were people there who knew one or both of us, but they apparently could never put the costume to the people inside. The episode did become campus legend. Apparently, there are always a few pink pussy costumes on campus for Halloween. 

By the way (for you younger folk): This was the days before picture phones and Facebook. A few people saw something in the dark. It made a good story for them to tell, but there's no video or picture fame to live forever on the Internet.

Just good memories for all.

Especially me. 

My only regret is that Big Daddy never believed me when I told him. 

Or at least he said he didn't believe me. I sometimes wander if he was just trying to protect his ego.