****** After the Reconciliation by Erotic_keys ******
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After the Reconciliation


Lana and I had lived together for almost three years. Then the betrayal came.
She had been married to a service man for 19 years and had cheated on him
regularly. Her list of one-night-stands during their marriage put the average
at two per year. I met Lana after she had decided it was time to end the
marriage and so I was technically having an affair with her when her marriage
ended.

Both my prior wives had cheated on me, as had a few girlfriends. It is funny
(not really) how a woman will always seek a new lover before telling you it is
over and think nothing of it, justifying it as, 'it was over in her mind.' I
was determined it wouldn't happen again. I knew Lana to be addicted to the
salacious and tawdry effect of the "lust high." I even told her so. I told her
I would allow her to have other lovers, if we kept it within a Swingers
arrangement, or fantasy fulfillment, and as long as she didn't do it behind my
back. We were both Scorpios, so our sex was awesome and intense. It often took
kinky turns. We also believed heavily in astrology and studied it and the other
metaphysical sciences in detail. The problem with Lana though was she would
take an astrological prediction to heart and make it real, and though it varies
from person-to-person, Lana was heavily influenced astrologically.

Lana was naturally submissive and so we often role-played D/s in scenarios we
called Master/pet. She had many sexual fantasies, and most were of her being
submissive and used by people and animals, usually under the auspices of a
Master. I thought to capitalize on these facts, by persuading Lana to become my
full-time submissive and allow me to guide her through some fantasy
realizations. I didn't want to share her sexually. Yet, I reasoned if I got her
into some kinky situations involving other people and she saw she could achieve
her craving for the "lust high" without cheating, it would be something I could
allow, as I would enjoy the scenarios, as well. A rather loose distinction from
actual cheating, I know, but it worked for me, but Lana always refused;
alleging the cheating person in her was gone for good and that she preferred to
leave her fantasies in the world of make-believe. I pressed on, for I knew the
old saying, "once you've tasted forbidden fruit" and knew it to be an addiction
that Lana couldn't control, try as she might.

The middle of our 3rd year together, my fears of betrayal had forced me to
pressure her till she left me. We quickly reconciled, and I went to visit her
on a couple of occasions while I rode out a downturn in my employment.
Everything was fine and then she read some astrological predictions that said
Scorpios in relationships would have problems in May 2000. At the same time she
had what is termed in Astrology as 'A Uranus Half-Return' which manifests
itself in ways similar to a mid-life crisis and occurs in most peoples
astrological cycle between 38-43 years of age. Lana was 40. The astrological
aspects of this cycle are people want to redefine themselves, to the point they
throw out the good as well as the bad. The baby with the bath water so to
speak. So to an un-savvy observer it appears to be a middle-aged crazy thing.
In May 2000, Lana started fighting with me every time we were on the phone, and
it worsened after I left the state to go to a new employment contract in
another state. Money was tight as the checks, though lucrative hadn't as yet
started coming in. I grew tired of arguing with her at long-distance phone
rates, so after repeated warnings I hung up on her one day. She promptly went
out and found a 25-year-old lover, then got guilty about it and told me and
ended our relationship to pursue her feelings for this boy. So after about 6
months he made it clear through his actions that all they could ever be were
lovers and she came back to me. I was determined this time would be different.

In the past I had always sought her concurrence, now I would move forward and
roll with the flow of the moment. I started planning the first scenario I would
expose her to. She had this fantasy where she was submissive to a burly
serviceman whom she just called Captain. She never called him Master and he
never called her anything but bitch in a derogatory sense. When we role-played
Master/pet, I called her bitch and slut and whore, not to degrade her, but
because it appeared to excite her. She had never complained about it either. I
also always insisted she call me Master in keeping with the manner D/
s prescribed. Even though after we parted she said she had hated the Master/pet
stuff, she continued to fantasize about being submissive to a Master. So I
thought I would alter the scenario to perfectly match her interpretation of the
Captain fantasy to me, to see if it would be more rewarding, for her. I
actually started on Saturday, though the Captain fantasy wouldn't occur until
the next day. I had moved to a town a couple hundred miles from where she lived
and taken a job there. I had rented a small farm in the country. We had been
dating for a while, and I had purposefully avoided a sexual relationship with
her, telling her I feared our feelings would be sexually based again, if we
went back to bed too soon. She had said she felt our prior relationship had
been sexually based. It had and I loved it. I also told her I knew if I had sex
with her, I would be full-blown in love again, and I wasn't sure if I wanted or
was ready for that to happen. All this had the desired effect. It was like
dropping the gauntlet of challenge at her feet, and she was determined to get
me in bed. When I went to see her on the weekends, I always took a cot so I
could sleep in the living room instead of with her. This was all in keeping
with the plan. I had talked incessantly about my little farm in the country,
and finally one weekend when we were making plans for the following weekend.
She suggested why didn't she come to my place for a change, that my coming to
hers all the time put the burden of travel on me. I agreed. So I bought her a
plane ticket and she traveled to me the next Friday night.

Of course, she knew it would be rude of me to require she sleep on a cot, and
that night she snuggled against my back, making it extremely difficult to not
fuck her brains out. I finally was able to go to sleep, though it was extremely
difficult as you might imagine. It's kind of like that old joke, "what's the
difference between light and hard? You can go to sleep with the light on."

The next morning, I awoke at sunup as usual and had a couple of cups of coffee,
then when I knew she was starting to stir, I made her a cup of tea, and went
into the bedroom. I woke her as I came through the door and told her I had
decided it was time to see how I felt after making love to her. She smiled. We
had often talked of my tying her to the bed and fucking her all day and I said
that is what I was going to do. She smiled an even broader grin. I told her to
drink her tea, go to the bathroom, brush her teeth or whatever else she needed
to do to be comfortable, then go back to bed. I was going to drink another cup
of coffee and that would give her the time she needed to prepare. She nodded
her assent. I came back ten minutes later and she was in bed naked. I tied her
spread-eagled to my antique four-poster bed, and fucked her all day. As quick
as I could get an erection from the last orgasm, I would be back in on her. She
loved it. About 4pm, I untied her and told her to shower and we would go to
dinner.

We had a nice romantic dinner in a cozy restaurant and then went home. We
cuddled on the couch watching 'Titanic' until bedtime, because she had always
considered that a romantic movie. I started setting up for tomorrow, by asking
her to wear a tight tee shirt and skimpy bikini panties to bed. In her Captain
fantasies this was how she slept because he always came in the morning. And
this was how he required she be dressed when he arrived. When she had related
the fantasy to me, she said she had always worn cotton granny-panties and a
gown or pajamas to bed till Captain started showing up one morning. She gave me
no argument about what I asked her to wear, because she had already reverted to
her submissive posture with me. I now had to learn how not to push my dominance
of her submission too hard. I needed to learn just how submissive she wanted to
be and to not push that boundary, or set things up to preclude that
possibility. I liked the later idea and that is what I was pursuing.

The next morning started as it had the day before, and Lana was tickled at the
prospect of being tied up and fucked all day again. The differences started
appearing when I came back in the room ten minutes after waking her with a
steaming cup of tea. I was dressed in tiger-stripe fatigues and had put cameo
makeup on my face. I walked into the room and the look on her face was
priceless. Definitely a Kodak moment, though I didn't have a camera handy.

I spoke in the harsh voice of a Marine Corp Officer, "Bet you didn't expect to
see old Captain this morning, now did you, my pretty."

"Nuh No Captain, I didn't." A faint hint of fear in her voice.

"On your feet bitch, don't just lay there, Your Captain is here." Lana jumped
to her feet and stood there in her tee shirt and panties, almost at attention.
Her nipples were already erect, standing out like little pencil erasers,
indicating she was already getting aroused at the role-play that would ensue.

I walked over closer to her and looked at her ass barely covered by the thong
of the panty and spoke to her my approval of her attire.

"I see you hoped Captain would come see you, as you dressed for the occasion."

"Yes, Captain, I always look forward to your visits."

"Ok, well, get naked bitch." Captain barked the command that signaled the start
of what ever he had in mind for the morning. Lana quickly started removing her
clothing, what little there was. Her mind was reeling in anticipation of what
was about to transpire. Although her Captain fantasies were many they all took
basically the same course as they unfolded. Only one was starkly different from
the rest and Lana marveled at how close to real I was making this. I could tell
from the way the lust was clouding her eyes that she was completely lost to the
fantasy and would be lost in her lust in only moments. When she removed her
panties I noted her pussy lips were already bloated with the blood of her lust.
When her panties joined her tee shirt on the floor, I noted the crotch had a
wet spot in it. I retrieved a pillow from the bed and dropped it at my feet.

"Service me." I gave the command Captain used to start her on her fantasy
adventure. Lana dropped to her knees and quickly undid my fly, freeing my
turgid erection. She liked her lips once and then engulfed the first three
inches of my cock into her hot, wet, eagerly sucking mouth. She was lost to the
fantasy and to her lust, and I figured the rest would be easy. Once Lana's lust
kicked into full-tilt boogey, she was unstoppable and insatiable and would
probably go along with about anything. I reached into my hip pocket and
retrieved a bandana and blindfolded Lana's eyes. This was straight from her
fantasy too, as was the next maneuver. I retrieved a length on cord from anther
pocket and looped it around Lana's arm at the elbow and then took another half
hitch loop around her wrist. I repeated the process on the other arm. Now I was
ready for the next phase.

"Oh my little bitch, your are servicing my cock well this morning. I am
pleased."

"It is always a joy to please you. It gives me such pleasure to make you feel
good."

"The only problem, my pretty is that you are doing such a good job, I will blow
my load in your hot little mouth. I know you wouldn't mind that, but then I
wouldn't get to fuck your hot little box and that would be a shame."

She was too. Her lust and the level with which she had immersed herself in the
fantasy had her giving some awesome head. Lana was a great cocksucker to start
with, except that she wouldn't deep-throat due to a psychosomatic swallowing
problem. Yet she easily made up for that inadequacy, especially this morning. I
reluctantly withdrew my cock from her mouth and had her to rise. I slid a
restraint bench I had fabricated out from under the bed. This bench was 18
inches off the floor on a 3/4-inch plywood base. It was made of 2 X 10 hardwood
covered with 3-inch foam and cloth. The bench length only went from the average
person's throat to the top of their pubic mound. The distance to the ground was
a little less than 18-inches, which made it the perfect height to fuck who ever
was strapped in. Eighteen inches further back from where the knees rested on
the floor were two outrigger posts at a 24-inch spread to attach the ankles
too. I strapped Lana to the device securing her hands, knees and ankles, then
climbed in behind her and started to fuck her. This was just a prelude to the
real activity, yet to come. As I fucked her, she began to babble her lust.

"Fuck me.

"Oh, Fuck my cunt.

"Fuck me harder."

Then she began to chant in time with my thrusts.

"Fuck Me.

"Fuck me.

"FUCK ME.

"FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMEEEEEE."

It didn't take me long to blow my load, because of what was coming next. I had
only primed the pump so to speak and that is what I had wanted to do.

Just as Captain would have, I required Lana to clean my cock by sucking me off
again. Then I left the room. I returned a few minutes later entering the room
as quietly as possible. Lana didn't appear to be aware I had returned. With me
was Good As Gold, Goldie for short, my juvenile AKC Golden Retriever. I led him
over to the point between Lana's splayed legs and guided his snout to her
exposed crotch. He began to lick her immediately.

She jumped at the first contact, but then moaned when Goldie snaked his long
hot tongue into her cunt to try and draw out the mixture of juices there. This
too was right out of one of her Captain fantasies, except Captain always
brought a Doberman. If this went like I thought it would, I would get a
Doberman, but if I had bought a Doberman to start with it would have raised
Lana's Suspicion.

She was thoroughly enjoying the tongue-lashing she was getting from Goldie and
he was apparently enjoying it too. Lana's pheromones were apparently being
released as well, for Goldie's cock was starting to emerge from its protective
sheath. Then the detail of the fantasy's she had told me about must have
flashed through her mind, for in her lust she still managed to speak to me.

"This is nice, but don't let him fuck me."

Wrong answer. I replied, "What he's doing right now is not sexual to him, as
animals don't routinely indulge in oral sex. So it is only sexual to you. To
him it just tastes good. I know how you think animals have child-like minds and
to coerce them to have sex with a human would be tantamount to child abuse. I
disagree with that assessment. Animals are extremely intelligent and besides if
he mounts you and fucks you it wouldn't be due to any coercion, it would be
instinctive, because your pheromones would be screaming fuck me. Your body
telling him what your mind and mouth won't. Besides if Captain were here he
would just laugh at your request. You always told me if you found yourself in
an unusual or unexpected sexual situation, you would probably just roll with
the flow. So we aren't going to encourage or discourage him. If your body says
fuck me and he mounts you, so be it. If not then not. The only way I will
interfere is that if he mounts you, I will guide him to your cunt so he doesn't
fuck your ass."

Goldie's erection was complete now and though he was still a juvenile, he had
an impressive cock hanging from his belly. He hadn't shown any inclination to
mount Lana yet, probably because he was a virgin. I knew Lana couldn't see what
was going on, so I decided to intervene. I stepped over the eagerly pussy-
lapping Goldie and lifted his front legs off the ground and set them on Lana's
back. She gasped as she felt what appeared to be his mount and started to sob
softly. I almost stopped the scenario at this point, but then remembered my
motive was self-defense.

When Goldie didn't drop on down onto Lana's back after a couple of minutes, I
spread his front legs and positioned them on either side of Lana's delicate
little waist. Goldie instinctively clutched her like a bitch he had just
mounted and started thrusting for a target with his cock. Lana gasped when she
realized the inevitable was about to happen and just gasped "No, please" as his
stabbing cock, steadily dripping pre-cum missed it's target and slipped around
leaving a wet trail all over her proffered ass. Her sobbing got a little louder
and once again I had to remember, why, to preclude myself from stopping what
was happening.

Reaching under Goldie's belly, I grasped his stabbing cock and guided it to its
target, Lana's waiting cunt. With a couple of thrusts, Goldie was buried to the
knot in her cunt. Lana had stopped sobbing the minute he entered her and
appeared to be having her lust re-fortified. She was wiggling her ass a little
to help the dog skewer her slutty box. I lapsed back into the roll of Captain
and spoke as she had related to me he did.

"Be still my pretty and let him establish a rhythm."

Lana became still as the inexperienced Goldie began to get the hang of it. He
began pistoning his cock into her at a jackhammer pace. The small knot at the
base was starting to grow as well. The size of a lemon at first, now it was
nearly as large as an Orange. Lana had started to pant now and moan to the
erotic taboo act she was participating in. Now that Goldie had his pace, I went
back into my Captain's role.

"Fuck with him bitch, I know you want to."

Lana was pretty securely strapped to the bench, but she still managed to begin
thrusting in counter-motion to Goldie's thrusts. I talked to her as Captain
some more.

"Yeah that's right fuck him good bitch. You are getting his cherry, so make
this the gold standard by which he measures all his future fucks. Show him he
can fuck every bitch in the neighborhood and any strays that wander in, but his
best fuck and his most willing bitch is waiting for him right here at home,
anytime he wants her." My words had their effect, for Lana began to babble her
lust and profess her undying devotion to Goldie's cock.

"Ok fuck me. Oh fuck me."

"Tell him how much you appreciate him taking you as a lover," I instructed her.

"Oh yes, Goldie, you sweet bitch fucker, thank you for taking me as a lover."

That evening after an afternoon of almost non-stop fucking between Lana and
Goldie, we sat around the dining room table and discussed what we were going to
do the following weekend. Lana said she would like to come back to my country
place next weekend, because it was away from the hustle and bustle of the city,
and in fact she had a weeks vacation coming and she would like to take it week
after next and stay here with me.

The next Friday I picked her up at the airport and as we drove to the country,
she asked if I thought Captain might show up this weekend. I told her I wasn't
sure, did she enjoy the role-play. Her response was that it was incredible,
especially the part with Goldie. "I see" I said, "You don't have to get a visit
from Captain to enjoy Goldie's enthusiasm for using your body. You can fuck him
anytime you want."

Lana's eyes lit up and she leaned over and kissed my cheek and snuggled in
close and said "thank you for understanding." I just commented "Once you have
gotten over the taboo nature by having experienced it, all that is left is
exploring the pleasure of it all." And apparently she had gotten over the
taboo, for she and Goldie would spend a lot of time together over the next
week. I was almost beginning to get jealous when she crawled over one evening
and sucked me while Goldie fucked her. His thrusts forced her forward and she
got over her problem with performing deep-throat on my cock, so we all
benefited. Besides I enjoy watching her and Goldie go at it. And she now has
enough going on at home to never wander again, I hope.


Lana's Perspective: Lana lay there, exhausted from the intense sexual activity
that had just concluded. Her body glows in the aftermath of the event she
thought she would never give consent to, but now consented to regularly. As she
basked in the afterglow, she looked across the room at the dog resting on the
floor, licking his once large cock as it diminishes in size returning to its
protective sheath.

As she watches Lana's mind wanders back to the activities of just a few minutes
earlier. She had for the 12th time in half as many days gone to her hands and
knees and allowed the large canine to mount and fuck her as only a dog could.
It had been her fantasy, one that she thought she would certainly leave in the
world of fantasy. That was until her fiancée had convinced her to try it once,
while in role-play, and if she didn't like it or was consumed by guilt
afterwards, she could say she tried it, and preferred to leave it as part of
her fantasies.

But since that fateful day two-weeks earlier, she had found herself willing, no
desiring to go into her submissive position and be mounted and fucked like a
bitch. She hadn't yet brought herself to suck the large cock on her doggie
lover, but knew in her mind she would. She loved the feel of a hot, hard cock
in her mouth and saw no reason why she shouldn't grace her talented canine
lover with her considerable talent in this area.

Yet the last vestiges of morality still clung to her mind when she considered
it and prevented her carrying out the deed that was becoming more demanding as
time past. Yet she had no sense of immorality when she stood like a bitch in
heat for the dog. Just like her fiancée had said a few days after the first
event once you got past the Taboo part the rest was easy, or something like
that. She actually found the taboo nature of it to be the key to the intense
pleasure she found in it. Any sense of morality had vanished the first time the
dog had taken her to the mountaintop and allowed her to cascade down the other
side. Since then at least twice a day she would strip herself of her clothes
and call the dog to her.

Assuming the position of the wanton bitch, she would allow him to have his way
with her, taking her own pleasure in the process. Just as had started an hour
or so earlier this morning, Lana would get on her hands then speaking to the
dog would say, "Lick."

The dog had come to recognize this word as his signal to begin, and would
approach kneeling Lana and start to lick her offered pussy. The first time Lana
had just marveled at the innate ability the dog's long, slick, hot tongue to
give her fevered crotch pleasure. His long tongue drove her wild as it traced
the bloated lips of her lust-engorged pussy. Lana was in pure ecstasy when that
fevered tongue passed over her clit. The greatest pleasure came though when he
would snake that talented tongue into her overheated cunt to draw out the
juices that ran their like the mighty Mississippi River running between her
thighs.

When she could take it no longer she would turn to him and utter one other word
he recognized easily, "Mount."

Then the dog would dutifully cover her. Lana thrilled at the feel of his weight
as it came down upon her back and as she felt his paws tighten around her
waist. Then he would start thrusting for a target for his angry cock. On the
first episode her fiancée had guided him to her waiting femaleness, but now if
he didn't find his target in the first two or three thrusts she would reach
between her legs and guide him into her. If she didn't he might find her ass
rather than her cunt. Once that hot, hard, doggie cock was buried in her
overheated cunt the pure pleasure began.

Each time Lana felt the large dog take her femaleness for his own, she again
marveled at the pure lust inducing power of his large doggie cock as he took
her. Her fiancée's cock was large, larger than any man she had ever known, and
Lana had known more than her share of lovers. Yet, the dog dwarfed him be
several inches and the girth was extraordinary. Lana realized he probably
wasn't all that extremely large as cocks go in the animal kingdom, but in
comparison to human males he was huge.

Each time he fucked her she thought her cunt would be stretched to the point of
not being useful to anyone but the dog, but each time it regained it's normal
size and her fiancée had yet to complain of it becoming loose. Yet the size
wasn't the only marvelous thing about his hard cock. The heat of it was what
really marveled Lana. She knew a dog's normal body temperature was 9-10 degrees
hotter than a humans, but she had never thought about how that would translate
during sex.

When the dog first started his instinctive copulation, the dog would drive his
hot hard cock into Lana deeper and deeper with each thrust. His thrusts came
with jackhammer rapidity and always took Lana's breath away. He would thrust,
each successive thrust claiming new territory in her cunt, no man could ever
lay claim to.

Once he had his entire cock buried to the balls in her, the knot at the base of
his cock shaft would begin to swell. The pain off it stretching her at first
scared Lana. She thought surely she would be ripped apart. Not daring to look
between her legs at first, she had finally mustered the courage to look at the
severely distended lips of her over-stretched cunt. She nearly fainted from the
sight. Feeling certain her femaleness would never be the same again.

Then when everything had returned to normal shortly after they had uncoupled,
she never again feared his size. Now she only marveled in the pleasure he could
give her. The pain she experienced when he stretched her now was pleasurable,
for she knew the real pleasure then began.

Once his knot had tied the two together, by natures intent to seal the entrance
to allow his puppy making sperm a head start on it's destination to the bitch's
eggs that awaited their fertilization, his thrusts would slow. If he were
coupled with a dog bitch her cunt muscles would start to massage his cock to
draw out his seed. Lana's activities would not be much different.

By this time in their coupling, Lana would be in an almost constant state of
orgasm. Not the mind-blowing screaming your lungs out kind, but the mild ripple
through your crotch waves of pleasure that came during satisfying sex. Lana's
hips would be rolling as the dog's thrusts were reduced to mere tremors from
the security of his tie.

The outer lips of Lana's cunt would hug the base of the large cock buried in
her just beyond the knot, not really helping to insure the seal the knot
intended, but creating that illusion visually. Her cunt muscles would ripple
along the length of his hot turgid cock, milking its fruits into an explosion
of ecstasy for Lana. As his hot jets of cum hosed down her insides, Lana would
experience the most incredible orgasm. The "Mother of all orgasms." Her cunt
would explode in a way that left Lana trembling, but not before she screamed
her lust and her appreciation.

"OH FUCK MEEEE YOU BIG DICKED BITCH HOUND!"

The hot jets of cum splattering the walls of her cunt were actually just the
prelude. His knot kept them tied together for at least another half-hour after
they coupled. He would dismount and his cock would swivel at the base and they
would be standing ass to ass. But his hot cock would continue to squirt jets of
hot cum on a regular basis until his knot subsided and they could uncouple.
Each squirt would bring on another orgasm and a squeal from Lana.

In her fantasies she had thought it disgusting to have a dog cum in her, but
she was now addicted to the feelings those scalding, orgasm-inducing, jets
caused. She couldn't get enough. Though it was messy, she loved the feel of the
hot doggie cum running down her thighs when she managed to rise afterwards.
When the dog was finally able to withdraw his knot from her, Lana usually
dropped in exhausted bliss. That was how she lay now.

The sight of the dog licking himself and the recollection of the fucking she
just received had caused Lana's lust to rise again. As she stared at the
softening doggie cock that had brought her some much pleasure just moments
before, the last vestiges of inhibition vanished like a mist fog in the first
rays of the morning sun. She crawled across the floor to where the dog lay and
took his cock into her hand and without hesitation took it into her mouth and
started showing the dog her considerable talents at cock sucking.

After only a couple of moments, the dog started to respond to Lana's oral
ministrations, His cock started to grow and his hips involuntarily began to
thrust into the eagerly sucking mouth. Lana's fiancée had spent considerable
time coaxing Lana to learn the deep-throat technique. Then it only came when
the dogs spearing cock had driven forward and her fiancée's cock had slipped
into her throat, and now the dog was beneficiary as his cock went down her
throat with each thrust.

Once the dog had achieved complete arousal, Lana rose and went to her hands and
knees again. "Mount," she said her lust became as complete as the dog's.

Without hesitation the dog mounted his mistress, finding her open cunt on the
first thrust and beginning to pound her pussy into bitch meat. Lana began to
moan with each thrust.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Lana's fiancée just sat and watched. After a moment he began to speak. "You
really are insatiable. You remember you once told me that if you hadn't married
Jack you would have become a slut. What I say isn't meant in any way to be
disrespectful, but my observation is that a slut is born to that destiny and if
she 'becomes a lady' she is only suppressing the destiny her birth set in
motion. That is why during your years of marriage to Jack you repeatedly
cheated on him. Because you needed the thrill of salacious sex to fulfill the
cravings of the slut inside. Yet it is commendable that you were able to
achieve the outward expression of the lady to present the proper decorum for
your husband's career and your children's home. I have repeatedly asked you to
allow me to introduce other scenarios into our sex life. Scenarios that would
cater to your slutty side, but that I could gain some pleasure from too. I have
never let on that it was purely for you, rather that I too would gain a degree
of pleasure from it. Honey you are not only a slut, but have become a dog-
fucking slut. A moment ago you crawled across the floor and sucked that dog's
cock to get him hard to fuck you again. I love everything about you including
your sluttiness. I ask again, for you to please allow me to set up scenarios
that will allow you not to have to suffer the slut inside. I Love you and I
would do this for you. Life is too short to go through it in misery. We work
hard to earn the money it takes to make us comfortable in the material manner
of comfort we desire. There is no reason why we shouldn't live in the manner of
physical comfort we desire. We buy blankets to sleep warm and food to quench
our hunger, but these aren't the only physical comforts we desire as humans.
Why shouldn't we discreetly seek our other physical comforts and pleasures. You
say you wouldn't enjoy free-for-all sex with strangers. I try to tell you I
think you will. If you think about it, every time I have encouraged you to try
something you were opposed to and you finally did, you enjoyed it and
continued. You told me no anal sex, but once you tried it I think you would
rather have my cock in your ass than in your cunt. You said you couldn't deep-
throat, but once you did it, albeit by accident, it's like you want my whole
body in your throat each time you suck me. You said you wanted dog sex to
remain fantasy and now you can't get enough of it. I think you would get off on
the scenarios I propose. You have fantasies that include others just as you had
a dog fuck fantasy. Just as I have been correct with the other observations. If
not we tried it once and found it distasteful."

Lana had heard these remarks before, but it seems the inhibition mist that had
prevented her sucking the dog had taken other inhibitions with it as well, or
maybe the lust of the moment as the large dog fucked hell out of her had done
it, for she readily agreed. Vaguely in her lust clouded mind she wondered what
the first scenario, as her fiancée called it, would be. She didn't have long to
find out.

If Lana had thought about it, she would have known what to expect. All her
fantasies were basically the same, with only slight variation from one to
another. In these, she was always submissive to one or more male (and
occasionally female) strangers, who used her body for their own pleasure,
giving her pleasure in the process. So a couple of weeks later when the first
fantasy realization unfolded, the scenario was a familiar one. Yet, that is a
story for another time.

Jack, Lana's fiancé, began by soliciting male participants on the Internet. The
Internet presented such a good opportunity to canvas large numbers of people in
a short time. Regardless your project, the Internet was your solution provider
if you knew where to look. Jack narrowed the list from over a hundred responses
to an ad he posted to a personals web site down to three males and a female. He
told each of these the scenario he had in mind. He told the men there was no
guarantee they would get to have sex with Lana, but he felt fairly certain they
would, and that they need only follow his direction to a letter and the events
would unfold. The woman was mainly a 'fluffer', present to suck cocks and keep
them hard if the scenario included fucking, So Jack told the men they were
almost certainly at least going to get a blowjob for their time and efforts.
But what actually occurred that night is a story for another time.

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