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The Office

Posted in Fact with tags , , on March 28, 2014 by Ethan

As I sit in my office, I am reminded of a great moment that took place within its confines. This room has been the location of several wonderful experiences, but one stands out among the rest.

Bethany had not been working here for long. She had spent years working for an elected official, and, when he retired from public service, she needed to find another job. This is where she landed.

We had worked on a few projects together but had never discussed anything other than work. She was a dynamic woman who was educated and operated well in polite society. There was something magnetic about her that instantly attracted me, but I did not make an advance. I have often wondered why I did not. She was single. She was beautiful. She was the entire package. As I look back, I have an idea of why I did not pursue Bethany. I felt that she was on a different plane from the other women I had known. They had a vulnerability. Bethany did not.

One day, I was working at my desk when Bethany appeared at my office door. She was wearing the classic office attire. High heels. Tight gray skirt with a matching jacket. White blouse. I was surprised to see her but was more surprised with what happened next.

Bethany closed the door behind her and locked it. She walked behind my desk; lifted her skirt to spread her legs; and straddled my lap. Without saying a word, she took my face in her hands and kissed me.

In my shock, I pulled back a little. However, it did not take long for me to get out of this stunned condition. I pulled Bethany close to me and kissed her. I felt her constrained breasts pressed against me. Our hands were all over each other, and, before I knew it, she was unbuckling my belt.

Everything was going fast. I got the feeling that she wanted to get started before she lost her nerve. However, I wanted to slow things down and enjoy Bethany fully. I grabbed her wrists and held them tightly while we stared into each other’s eyes. Bethany looked confused. She thought I was rejecting her.

No words were spoken as I stood Bethany in front of me. I stood up and began to unbutton her shirt. I was going to be the director of this particular play. She had taken her jacket off as soon as she shut the door, so I did not have to worry about that.

Still staring into each others eyes, I unbuttoned Bethany’s shirt. As I slipped it off her shoulders, it fell to the floor. Then, I reach around and unfastened her bra. As it felt to the floor, I heard Bethany whimpered. I knew her breasts were free to do with as I pleased, but I kept my eyes locked onto hers.

I kissed her again and felt her breasts, this time bare, press against me. As I kissed Bethany, I lifted her skirt and crooked my fingers into the band of her panties. Slowly I pulled them past her hips and allowed them to fall around her ankles. Next came the unzipping of the skirt. As it fell to the floor, Bethany was standing in front of me wearing only her high heels. Still, I only looked into her eyes.

We stood there for a second as she waited for my next move. Finally, I dropped my eyes to look at her entire body. She tried to move her hands to cover her breasts, but I grabbed them before she could.

“Don’t look. I know my body does not compare to other women you have been with.”

“You have an amazing body. Will you allow me to explore it?”

I could feel Bethany’s knees weaken with anticipation.

“Now, it’s your turn to undress me.”

Bethany unfastened my belt and knelt as she pulled down my pants. My cock had been erect the entire time. Now, it was free of its bindings just as her breasts had been freed a few minutes before. She attempted to take it into her mouth, but I stopped her. I pulled Bethany up and made her stand in front of me.

“Not yet. The first part of you I want my cock to feel is your pussy.”

She took of my shirt as I kicked off my shoes. Now, we were both nude except for the heels Bethany still had on.

I swept the clutter from my desk and turn her back to it.

“Let’s see how this is going to work.”

I sat Bethany on the desk and sat in my chair. She was hesitant, but I was able to pry her legs apart. I looked at her juicy pussy and took in the view. It was beautiful. Wet. Lips slightly swollen. Just opening to allow me to enter it.

I could tell that Bethany was uncomfortable with this, and I wanted to make her feel good. I kissed thighs, and, with each kiss, my mouth moved closer to my goal. With each touch of my lips, Bethany’s body quivered. Finally, I kissed her pussy. Then, I licked it. As I licked, I inserted my fingers. It was not long until Bethany came, and her juices were flowing down the crevices of her thighs and pooling on the desk.

Bethany was now ready for me to enter her. I stood up and pushed her down onto the desk. With Bethany lying prone and her legs spread, I slipped myself inside of her.Desk

I did not go fast. I did not go hard. I did not fuck Bethany. I made love to Bethany. Something told me that is what she wanted and that is was she needed.

Slowly. Deeply. Slowly. Deeply. I watched her as I thrusted in and out of her. Bethany’s eyes were closed most of the time. I wondered what she was imagining behind those beautiful lashes. Was she thinking about this moment finally coming true? Was she thinking of someone from her past? Was she focusing on what was happening to her? Whatever was going on in her mind and in her pussy, Bethany came again.

At that point, I knew that I could release. After a few more thrusts, I pulled out and came all over her.


The Week – Day Two

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , on March 7, 2014 by Ethan

We spent the day driving around town. T.J. wanted to show me all of the sights, and I had some places that I wanted to scout out. After she had gone to sleep, my mind filled with ideas of how get T.J. under control. That would require some purchases, and I needed to know where the stores were located.

I kept most of those ideas to myself. We had discussed a couple of them, but T.J. had no idea that we would actually do them. However, there was one store that did not need to remain secret.

“Where is the closest sex store?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on. I know you have a vibrator or something. Where can we get some things?”

She knew exactly where to go. In fact, there was a store just a few blocks from her house.

When we pulled up, I turned off the ignition and got out of the car. I waited until T.J. got out before telling her to get back in. I had something special planned. She got back into the car, and I went inside.

I was not there long. I knew exactly what I was looking for. First, I got some handcuffs. T.J. would have to be restrained while she was being trained to be obedient. I thought about getting an anal probe but decided that it was not needed. Then, I found what I was looking for. There was nothing special about what I was looking for. It was a vibration classic.Rabbit

When we got back to her house, I put the purchases in a safe spot, and we got ready for dinner. We went to a great place, but T.J. could not enjoy her food. She was too curious about what I had bought. She kept asking all kinds of questions, and I kept refusing to answer. I could tell that she was getting aroused by just the mystery of it all.

I took my time at dinner. She needed to think about this for a while. We had dessert. We talked. I had one more drink. We hung around long enough that I think the waiter was getting annoyed.

Finally, we headed home. It was hot outside, so we had the sunroof back and the windows down. T.J. hair was blowing in the wind. She was also squirming in her seat.

“What’s wrong?”

“I am so wet that my panties are soaked. Please tell me what you bought.”

“You will find out soon enough. If your panties are bothering you, then you should take them off.”

She lifted her skirt and slipped her panties past her ankles. I could almost smell the sweetness coming from between her legs.

We pulled into the garage, and I told her what to do. She was to go straight to the bedroom and undress. Stand in front of the mirror until I get there. Once again, I took my time.

When I got to the room, T.J. was standing in front of the mirror and fingering herself. Usually, this would make me mad, but I knew what was coming.

“Lie on the bed.”

She did. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breaths. Her legs were parted slightly. I went to my bag of tricks and pulled out the handcuffs. T.J. just looked at me as I handcuffed her to the bed frame. First, one hand. Then, the other.Handcuffs

“Are you going to undress?”


I sat on the bed next to her and lightly brushed my hand over her body. Her face. Her neck. Her breasts. Her stomach. Her thighs. Her pussy. T.J. shivered each time.

I ran my finger over the lips of her pussy and felt how wet she was.

“Please make love to me.”

“In due time.”

That is when I went back to the bag and pulled out the vibrator. I knew she had a bullet for her clit, but she had never experience a vibrator like this one. I turned it on low and slowly slid it inside of her. As it made a dull humming sound, I talked to her.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s amazing. I think I am already going to cum.”

I turned it off and held it inside of her.

“You have to learn a few lessons before I let you cum.”

T.J. had a quizzical look on her face.

Then, I told her what was expected of her. She would learn who was in control. She would be allowed to cum only when she learned that lesson.

“I don’t like you being in control.”

“Then, you will not cum for the rest of the week.”

This was going to be more difficult than I thought. I turned the vibrator back on.

“Who is in control?”

“No one.”

I turned it off. Then, back on.

“Who is in control?”

“Not you.”

This went on for longer than I anticipated. Each time, I got T.J. closer to orgasm before turning it off. Then, I began to add a few things. I turned on the clit stimulator. Then, I turned it off. I turned on the twist mechanism. Then, I turned it off.

Each time, T. J. refused to give in. Her pussy was soaking, and she was dying to cum, but she would not give up. Finally, she could not take it any longer.

“Please. let me cum. I can’t take it any longer.”

“Who is in control?”

“You are.”

“Say it again.”

“You are in control.”

I turned the vibrator on high. It was like her entire body was vibrating with it. In a matter of seconds, her pussy exploded as she screamed with desire.

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome, but the lesson is not over. You were a very bad pupil and need to be taught a lesson.”

I pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, and a string of wetness came with it. The bed underneath T.J. was soaked. I placed the head of the vibrator between the round cheeks of her ass.

“What are you doing?”

“I am making sure you understand to not fight the fact that I am in total control.”

I slowly pushed the vibrator into her ass. She squirmed and moaned as it went deeper. Before she realized it, the thing was all the way in. I turned it on.

“Oh my God. That feels amazing.”

I turned it up higher. She called out to God once again.

I turned on the twist mechanism, and it began to move inside of her ass.

“Holy fuck! What are you doing?”

I did not answer. I just held it in her ass and watched.

T.J. began to whimper. A tear formed at the corner of her eye.

“Do you not like it?”

“I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Then, what’s wrong?”

That is when T.J. said the words that I love to hear a woman say the most. As a tear streaked the side of her face, she said:

“Please don’t ruin my ass.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t ruin it, but this is not the last time that it will be used.”

That is when I leaned in and began licking her pussy. As the vibrator twisting in her ass, I licked T.J. until she came again.


The Crush

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , on February 28, 2014 by Ethan

I had known Leigh since elementary school, and I had a huge crush on her for just as long. It was her eyes. They were mesmerizing. Those kind of eyes that you can get lost in forever. As we moved into our teenage years, she continued to be one of my classmates, but I was always too shy to ask her out. Finally, I got up the courage to ask her on one date, but I was not smooth enough to make any moves.

We went to different colleges. However, we saw each other occasionally. One weekend, my roommate and I went to her campus to see some old high school friends. She ended up drinking with us, but I was still too naive to do anything. I remember telling my buddy in a drunken stupor that I was going to fuck her. That was just the whiskey talking. I was not going to do anything. That was before my experience with Kim.

The years passed. Leigh got married. I started the sexual adventures that have been chronicled in this blog. Honestly, I never thought about Leigh. Then, I heard that she was divorced and had moved back to town. Still, no effort was made to contact her. She was a crush from the past, and I had moved on. That changed when I met some friends for drinks and discovered that she had been invited, too.

Leigh was starting over and wanted to get out on the town. I talked about some of the fun things that I knew about and how I would be happy to take her out one night. She thought that would be great but wanted me to understand that it was not a date. We were just two old friends having a good time.

That was fine with me. I was not going to push it. We were not kids anymore, and I was not lusting after her.

We hit the usual spots, and Leigh had a good time. We talked about the old days, and I showed her how to get back into the circuit. The night lasted longer than we realized, and, eventually, it was time to go home. We walked to my car and got in. As I put the key in the ignition, things took a turn for the better.

Leigh leaned in, kissed me, and said that she had been wanting to do that all night. That was awesome, but her next move was surprising. She undid my pants and pulled out my cock. Before I knew it, she had it all in her mouth. My eyes went into the back of my head as Leigh gave one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.Car Job

It was cool outside and hot inside, which made the windows fog up. That was a good thing because people were walking by the car the entire time. As she took all of my cock into her mouth, I tried to fondle Leigh’s pussy or at least get my hands to her breasts. That did not work. I could only grip the steering wheel. She sucked, and I gripped. Finally, I could not take anymore and came deep into her throat.

“Do you think you can get that back up by the time we get to my house?”


I drove to Leigh’s house with visions of fucking in my head. When we arrived, I was not disappointed. As soon as we walked into the door, I had her clothes off. She still had a good body, but her breasts were outstanding. They were huge and her nipples were hard. Dark and round. They were sticking out farther than any I had ever seen. They were just waiting to be bitten and sucked.

We made it to her bed, and I did everything to Leigh that my adolescent mind has fantasized about. We used every position in the book. We were all over the bed as I pounded her from behind. I was smothered by her breasts as she got on top. However, the best part was when I got her into the missionary position. Usually, I like something more exotic. This time was different.

In the missionary position, I could stare into her mesmerizing eyes. In the missionary position, I could watch her breasts move up and down with my thrusts. I could look at them as they fell slightly to her side. In the missionary position, I could hook my arms under her legs to go deeper. I could change speeds. I could watch her mouth as she said that she had not been fucked like that in years. In the missionary position, I could watch her cum. In the missionary position, I could drive deep within her and pour my cum inside of her.

I could all of that just like I had imagined all those years before.

I got up the next morning and kiss Leigh goodbye. We never went out again, and we never had sex again. I knew what it was. I was someone comfortable and familiar. I was someone she considered safe that could help her make the transition from marriage to single life. I was her bridge.

As I drove home, I called my old college roommate. I remembered that old drunken declaration and had to tell him that I finally did it.


The Limo

Posted in Fact with tags , , on April 9, 2013 by Ethan

I’m not sure how I ended up in the back of a limo with three women. Misha, my best friend, was celebrating a birthday, and Sherry, the exhibitionist, said she had a hookup for a limousine. It turns out that she knew a waitress whose boyfriend was a limo driver. To get the limo, the waitress had to go, too.

So, there I was with Misha, Sherry, an anonymous waitress and her boyfriend. The night started out boring enough. We went to a local bar and had some celebratory shots before taking a luxury tour of the city. We hit all of Misha’s favorite spots and had a drink in each one. As the night progressed, we got drunker and the women got looser. They were sticking their heads out of the sunroof and yelling at other cars. They were talking about the guys that they saw in all the bars. Simply, they were doing what people do on nights like this.

I stopped drinking early because I’m not a big fan of getting drunk. If something cool is going to happen, then I want to enjoy it to its fullest extent. Before the night was over, something cool happened.

We pulled up to one of the hottest nightclubs in town and went in to check out the scene. Everyone except the driver. He was worried about the car. Anyway, we went into the packed club and joined the festivities. Misha found a guy to flirt with. Sherry and the unknown waitress disappeared into the fray. I saddled up to the bar and ordered a beer that I had no intention of drinking.

After a while, I grew bored with the scene. Yes, there are good-looking women in nightclubs, but the crowd, smoke and noise get to me eventually. I decided to go out for some fresh air and hang out with the driver. He wasn’t standing outside the car, so I opened the door. That’s when the coolness began.Limo

Sherry was sitting in the backseat wearing nothing but her shirt. Completely nude from the waist down, she had her legs spread, and the waitress was on her knees licking her pussy. The driver was in the front seat watching. For a few minutes, I stood watching with the door open, and people walking by got the same view that I did. When I noticed that we were drawing a crowd, I climbed into the backseat and closed the door.

Sherry and the waitress never stopped. Sherry was moaning, and the waitress was licking and sucking. My cock was growing harder by the second as I watched what was going on. That’s when I noticed movement in the front seat. The driver had pulled out his cock and was stroking it. I could hear the slapping sound as his hand moved up and down the shaft.

I saw no reason to be left out and pulled my cock out. As the waitress licked Sherry to orgasm, we jacked off. Sherry came. He came. I came. The only one left was the waitress. Sherry and the waitress switched positions, and we watched while she licked the waitress. It wasn’t long before she came, too.

I didn’t see Misha again that night, but she called the next day. She wanted to tell me how the guy she met fucked the Hell out of her. After hearing that story, I explained what happened in the limo. She wouldn’t admit it, but I’m sure that she felt left out.


The Breakup

Posted in Fact with tags , on January 8, 2013 by Ethan

I met Cynthia at a Christmas party. She had been invited by a friend of a friend and made an impact as soon as she entered them room. Long blonde hair. Great smile. In a young and naive part of my life, I was taken aback. As the night progressed, we found ourselves in the same groupings and eventually found ourselves in a private conversation. It was obvious to everyone that there was a connection.

The next day, I started getting calls from some of the people who were at the party. Be careful. Watch out. She’s not what she seems. The words were different, but the message was always the same. I didn’t care. She was pretty. She was funny. At that moment, Cynthia was what I was looking for.

We went out a few times, and each time was better than the last. Nothing intimate. Just having a good time. Then, the intimacy began. Cynthia’s skin was soft, but her lips were softer. Her kisses were magical, but the other things she did with her lips were out of the world. She moved her mouth over my body. When Cynthia took my cock into her mouth, it was as warm, soft and wet as any pussy.Blow Job

I exploded into her throat.

I could not get enough of Cynthia, and she could not get enough of me. We saw each other as often as possible and explored every inch of each other.

My most memorable time was at her house. Cynthia led me into her bedroom, where dozens of candle had been lit. We slowly undressed each other in the flickering light. We kissed. We licked. We sucked. We explored. We made love. However, I vividly remember the sweat. The room was hot. We were hot for each other. Sweat poured off of us as we made love throughout the night.

Everything was great, but I began to get a strange feeling. Cynthia sent flowers to me at work. She showed up at my place unannounced. She called throughout the day. At first, it was nice, but it eventually became uncomfortable. The words of my friends came back to me. I can’t describe the nagging feeling in the back of my mind, but it was telling me that I needed to break away.

Cynthia did not take the news well. She yelled, screamed and cried. She called and sent notes. Then, the day came when I didn’t hear from her anymore.

It was at the next Christmas party when Cynthia walked into the room. She had been invited by the friend of a friend. Our eyes met across the room, and I smiled. She turned her head without speaking. Through the night, she avoided me as much as possible while drinking as much as she could. It was obvious that she was not having a good time, and I wondered why she came. Did she think our romance would be rekindled? Did she want to prove that she was over it?

Whatever the case, Cynthia made a scene about leaving and staggering out the door. I’m not sure why I decided to go after her. I must have felt guilty about and didn’t want her to drive home under the influence. I would have never forgiven myself if something had happened.

Cynthia took off before I could stop her. My buddy and I jumped in my car and caught her a few miles down the road. I took the wheel of her car, and my friend followed in mine. As I drove, Cynthia talked. How could I break up with her? We had something special. She had been miserable without me. She would never be happy again.

That’s when Cynthia reached into the glovebox and pulled out a gun. She pointed it at me and said, “You ruined my life. Now, I’m going to ruin yours.”

Cynthia waved the gun around. She was crying a screaming. I was trying to talk her down. It was frantic, as I swerved the car. I’m not sure if I was swerving out of fear or trying to get her attention. After a few tense minutes, Cynthia put the gun back into the glovebox.

Finally, I pulled in front of her house and walked her to the door. With tears streaming down her face, Cynthia asked if I would spend the night. I shook my head and walked to my car.

My buddy threw the keys to me, but I told him that he needed to drive. When we got into the car, he asked what the swerving was all about.

I never saw Cynthia again.


The Game

Posted in Fact with tags , , , on December 17, 2012 by Ethan

Crystal fantasized about being totally bound and helpless. I had handcuffed her. I had tied her up. That wasn’t enough. She wanted to be completely out of control. No ability to move. No ability to struggle.

For a long time, I thought about how I could do this. It needed to be different from anything we had done before. I also needed to figure out what I would do once she was bound. Then, it hit me.

I sent Crystal a text that said to come to my house immediately. She replied that it wasn’t a good time, and I texted something about not caring. It was a fake protest, and I knew it. She was dying to come over.

When Crystal walked in, I ordered her to undress, and she did it without hesitation. This was not unusual, but the next order was.

“Climb onto the table.”

She gave me a strange look but did it anyway.

“Lay on your back.”

She did, and that is when the fun began. I took out a roll of duct tape.

“What are you going to do with that?”

I didn’t say anything. I just cut a piece off and placed it over her eyes. Then, I took one arm; pulled it to the side of the table; and taped it to the table leg. I did the same with the other arm. I spread Crystal’s legs and taped each ankle to a leg.

Crystal was completely bound.Bondage

“Is this what you wanted?”

She whimpered something that sounded like a yes. I ran my finger along the lips of her pussy.

“Your pussy seems to like it. It’s soaking wet.”

She moaned a little. Then, I spanked her pussy with my open hand. Instinctively, Crystal tried to close her legs, but she couldn’t. I continued to slap it as she muffled screams.

“Are you scared?”

She nodded.

“Don’t be scared. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt that beautiful pussy.”

That’s when I brought out the riding crop. Crystal’s thighs and pussy got more red with each strike. It was getting more tender by the second, and I needed for it to be tender for the game that we were going to play.

“Now, we are going to play Name the Object. I am going to slide an object into your pussy. If you guess it, then I will let you cum. If you don’t guess it, then I will take it out a slide it into your ass.”

“You can’t do that. What if I can’t guess it, and it’s too big for my ass.”

“You better guess it then.”

I started out with an easy one. I got her favorite dildo and slid it in. Crystal recognized it immediately, and she came almost as fast.

Next, I grabbed a hammer and watched Crystal’s pussy lips spread around its handle. I let it sit while she tried to guess. Then, I moved it in and out. Deeper each time until the hammer-head was almost hitting her clit.

“Ok, you haven’t guessed it. It’s going in your ass.”

I pulled it out and placed it on her asshole.

“No, please don’t put it in.”

I pushed it in a little.

“NO! I’ll guess it! I’ll guess it! It’s a hammer!”

A candle was next, but she didn’t guess it. I pushed it as deep into her ass as I could get.

After that, I used a beer bottle, a pair of scissors, a hot dog. She guessed the scissors and the hot dog. However, Crystal did not guess the beer bottle. I think she knew what it was but just wanted to feel the cold glass in her ass.

I was running out of things to penetrate her with when I went into the bedroom to find something else. That’s when I found a wooden obelisk. It was perfect. I took it to the table and sat in a chair at Crystal’s feet.

“You’re never going to guess this one, and it’s going to spread your ass so much that it may never be the same.”

Crystal tried to squirm.

“You had better focus on this one.”

I slipped the tip into her pussy, and Crystal began to moan. She was so wet that I had a hard time keeping it from going all the way in.

“Can you guess it? It might help if I moved it a little further in.”

I pushed it in and, her lips spread more than I had ever seen. This was the widest thing I had ever pushed into her. Crystal agonized as it went further in.

“Can you guess it?”

“I can’t. It hurts.”

“You think this hurts. Just think how your ass is going to feel.”

“You can’t put it there. Please don’t.”

I pulled it out, and it took a few seconds for her pussy lips to come back together.

“I have to put it in your ass. It’s the rules.”

As the tip moved in, Crystal began to beg.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

I pushed it in a little further, and her ass spread around the wood.

“Please don’t ruin my ass.”

“Maybe, this will make it easier.”

I leaned in and began to lick her clit. As I licked, Crystal bucked her hips as much as she could. I never moved the obelisk, but it was going deeper into her ass. Crystal was literally fucking herself with it.

I licked. Crystal moved her hips. I could tell that she was about to cum. Her body began to tense and shudder. I sucked her clit, and she had a powerful orgasm. It was so powerful that she pushed the obelisk out of her ass. A steady stream of air followed as her an empty space to the place of the obelisk. Her as was gaping open as the obelisk fell to the table.

I don’t know how far it went into her, but we would use the obelisk again. However, the next time I didn’t need to duct tape Crystal to the table to use it.


The Pet

Posted in Fact with tags , , , , on December 5, 2012 by Ethan

Some of my favorite times with Crystal involved the leash. They involved other things as well, but the leash was the key. When she walked into the door and saw the leash on the counter, Crystal knew that she was going to be the pet for the evening. She also knew what she was supposed to do.

Upon seeing the leash, Crystal immediately disrobed and got on her hands and knees. There she would wait until I came over and put the collar around her neck.Leash

I would also insert a butt plug with a tail on the end of it. From this point forward, she could not speak and had to obey all of my commands. It would vary at different times, but a typical session would go like this.

I would take the leash and lead her to my chair. While I watched television or read a book, Crystal would kneel on the floor and place her head beside me. If she was a good pet, then I would pet and caress her. If she began to squirm or whimper, then I would have to tap her on the nose and tell her to stay still. If she continued, then I would try to find out what was wrong.

“Are you thirsty?”

If she nodded yes, then I would give her permission to drink. Crystal would crawl to the dish that I had placed for her. It always made me hard to watch her crawl with the tail hanging out of her ass. After lapping up the alcohol, Crystal would always crawl back to me.

“Do you need to potty?”

If she nodded yes, then I would take the leash and lead her to the yard to pee. She crawled over the deck and down the stairs. Then, she squatted in the grass to potty.

This is where things would start to vary. Sometimes, I couldn’t stand it and would strip right there. I would mount her in the yard and fuck her while pulling on the leash.

Other times, I would lead her back into the house.

“That was a good girl. Would you like a treat?”

That’s when I would strip and sit in my chair. With my cock raging, Crystal would come over and start nibbling on her bone.Collar Blow

If Crystal didn’t deserve a bone, then I would give her some toys to masturbate with.Rawhide BonesBy this time, Crystal would be whimpering and begging to be fucked, but I needed to prepare her first. After all, I didn’t need to be bitten by my pet. That’s where a dog bone gag comes in handy.Dog Bone Gag

With my pet prepared, I would fuck her until I was completely satisfied. When we were finished, Crystal would sleep at the foot of my bed.