Becoming Sampson’s Bitch
By BigDaddysSlut.
Michelle opened the door, stepped inside, and closed the door. There is a lamp on an end table next to the armchair where Big Daddy sat, leg crossed, and Martini in hand. He’d come from work and looked commanding in his suit pants, dress shirt, and loosened tie. She couldn’t make out the rest of the room as her eyes hadn’t adjusted to the lack of light, the difference from stepping inside from the bright sunlight. Before she could step further inside, she heard the panting of a dog approaching, followed by a warm, wet nose buried in her crotch, sniffing around. A fat, hot tongue licked at her cunt. The tongue of a golden retriever.
Embarrassed, she started to push the animal away, but heard Big Daddy’s voice, “Don’t! Do not move until I tell you so and do not cum.”
This is Big Daddy’s surprise. He’d found a dog and she is going to be used by them both today. She knew without a doubt she is going to be fucked by this dog. Big Daddy’s favourite sex act. The taboo of being fucked by Rover. And somehow he’d arranged it though he didn’t have a male dog and neither did she.
Michelle dropped her hands by her side and leaned against the door. The heat of the dog’s tongue, the roughness of it across her cunt lips and clit, it shocked her how amazing it felt. She felt shame at enjoying the feeling, more shame that she didn’t want it to stop. The shame, humiliation, and taboo of having a dog lick her cunt brought her to the edge and she could feel an orgasm would soon be coming on.
“Please, Sir,” she asked. “Please let me move or let me cum. I don’t know if I can hold off much longer. Please don’t make me stay here and take it. I’m afraid I’ll cum.”
The humiliation of admitting that she is getting off on this dog lapping at her cunt made her wetter. Big Daddy liked humiliation play and she hated to admit how well her cunt responded to it. Big Daddy is certainly aware of how her cunt leaked when he humiliated her.
“What did I tell you?” He asked, his voice stern.
“Yes, sir,” she said, averting her eyes downward, watching the dog lap at her like she had peanut butter smeared all over her cunt.
“That’s not what I asked. What did I tell you?”
In a soft voice, she said, “You told me not to move and not to cum, Big Daddy.”
“Then do as you’re told.”
“Yes, sir.”
She stood there, trying her best not to give into her body’s betrayal wanting to cum. She squeezed her thighs together, squeezed her eyes shut, and squeezed her mouth closed to prevent any back talk from coming out. She tried moving her hips slightly to the left or right so the retriever would lick off-centre but the damn dog moved with her. The orgasm is building.
“Please, Big Daddy, please Sir. Don’t leave me here like this. I can’t take it anymore and I don’t wanna disobey you. May I please cum, Sir. I’m begging you. I’m trying to behave, but I can’t control my body much longer. I need to move or I’m gonna cum.”
He sat there and stared at her, saying nothing, just looking and enjoy the view and her torment. Finally he consented, and her body immediately convulsed as she moaned and gasped out her appreciation.
“Thank you, Big Daddy. Thank you, thank you. Oh god, fuck me, thank you, Sir!”
When her orgasm stopped, she slid down the door to sit on the floor.
“What do you think you’re doing, Michelle?” Big Daddy asked.
“I’m sorry, Sir. My legs were weak. I needed to sit. Where did you get the dog?”
He ignored her question, but another voice said, “Sampson is my dog.”
Her head snapped in the direction of the voice and on the other side of the room, she saw a man standing there with a camcorder on a tripod. Her heart sunk! Had he recorded her begging and pleading to cum as the dog brought her to the edge.
Shocked and angry, she asked Big Daddy, “You’re recording this? Without talking to me or asking?”
“Without talking to you, Michelle? How many times have we talked about this, about you being my bitch at the same time you’re a dog’s bitch? How many times have I told you I wanted to record you sucking dog cock? Do you think I’m playing? I’ve warned you this wasn’t a game. Don’t act surprised. You said you wanted to do this. Now you have changed your mind? Whatever. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”
He isn’t going to push her. He’s never forced her to do anything against her will, though at times like these, she wished he’d take the choice from her and make her do it. She knew if she said no, it would end now and he wouldn’t push it. He’d be disappointed, but not angry. She hated to disappoint him and they had talked about this many times before. Just the camera had caught her off guard.
“No, of course not, Sir. I’m not going to leave. I just never imagined another person around when we talked about this. And the camera. I don’t want him to have a copy of the video.”
“The video is strictly for me, for us. He won’t have a copy. I promise, you have nothing to worry about. Now strip off your top and bra. Leave on your skirt and heels.”
She took off her shirt and eyed the stranger warily as she undid her bra. Having the dog lick her cunt is humiliating. Big Daddy knows how much she enjoys being humiliated. Having a complete stranger recording it while the dog fucked her, which is a humiliation she hadn’t expected and it made her cunt leak again. Jesus, she is a filthy slut just like Big Daddy always called her.
As she got undressed, Big Daddy walked over to her. He had a leash and a collar in his hands. He ordered her to sit on all fours as he put the collar around her neck, then attacked the leash to it. He flipped her skirt up so her cunt and ass showed.
“Now be a good bitch and let’s go for a walk.”
He tugged on the leash and she is forced to crawl on all fours beside him. It’s humiliating, but she liked the control and it made her feel owned. She belonged to Him, Big Daddy. He led her around the motel room with Sampson following behind, whining and seemed anxious to mount her, but didn’t. The dog did give her an occasional lick against her cunt, which made her pause and close her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling before Big Daddy would tug at her collar again. He walked her past Sampson’s owner, turned her around, then paused, making sure that stranger got a good look at her wet cunt before he continued on. Big Daddy led her onto a heavy quilt that is on the floor in front of the armchair where he sat down.
He knew she wanted this. As much as she had protested in the past, he knew she wanted a big dog cock inside her cunt, knotting her. At first it is to please him, but then she grew on the idea as he had trained her to be the bitch in heat he had wanted.
Sampson had a couple of pairs of tube socks on his front paws, held in place by rubber bands. She knew from her research that the socks prevented the dog’s dew claws from scratching at the woman’s skin. Maybe that is why she is ordered to keep her skirt on. Extra protection. But why the blanket?
“Do you want me here on the blanket, Big Daddy?”
The other man responded. “Yes, the blanket is Sampson’s cue that the bitches on the blanket are waiting for him to mount them. And it catches all the semen that’ll pour out of you when he’s done using your cunt.”
Michelle blushed. She didn’t like this guy being here, knowing her shameful secrets, watching as she let a dog fuck her. But it is his dog and she is sure it is a part of the deal that he get to watch Sampson in action. She had always assumed it would be just her and Big Daddy who knew her taboo little secret. She should have known better. Having another there to witness what a whore she is would only embarrass her more and please Big Daddy. She felt her cunt get wetter.
As soon as she got on the blanket, Sampson made several clumsy attempts to mount her. She is about six inches away from Big Daddy, so he had a clear view of it all. Sampson came at her from the side a few times, humping air, then from behind but not quite making contact. The stranger with the camera walked over and pushed Sampson’s hind quarters closer to her cunt. She felt his hot cock slide into her cunt and his hind leg pumping as he fucked her. It is surreal. She is being fucked by a dog. A dog! Never did she think she’d ever allow such a thing, but she is doing this for her Dom. For herself, if she is honest. She’d always wanted to know what it felt like to be knotted as it is something Big Daddy said women loved and from what she read online, he is right.
Sampson is more forceful than she would’ve expected. He is fucking her hard and it felt good. Damn good. And dirty. She is a fucking whore, a filthy whore to let this animal use her. She braced herself against his pushing so he wouldn’t knock her over and a few moans escaped her mouth. When she moaned, Big Daddy leaned forward and slapped her hard across her face, several times, then reach down and pinched her nipples, twisting them as he did. She could feel herself starting to float. She is falling into subspace.
“You like being fucked like the dirty slut you are, don’t you, Michelle?”
Because of Sampson’s pumping, she replied with a jerky, “Yes, Sir,” but averted her eyes down when she answered.
“Look at me!” Big Daddy snapped and she obediently raised her eyes to look into his.
They were filled with lust and he had a devilish smile on his face. He is enjoying watching her get rammed by this Golden Retriever. The humiliation it brought her turned him on.
“Whose bitch are you, Michelle? Whose bitch in heat, are you?”
“Yours, Sir,” she responded without hesitation.
“Mine and? And whose else, Michelle. Tell me!”
“Yours and Sampson’s, Sir. I’m yours and his bitch in heat. Your filthy cunt.”
Sampson is pumping harder and she could feel the knot starting to grow. She felt him push deeper and turned around to see Sampson’s owner holding Sampson’s ass against her cunt to ensure a proper knotting. The knot kept growing and she felt full. Yet it still kept growing. She isn’t sure she could take much more, be so full, it hurt. But it is a pleasurable pain. Sampson had stopped pumping and is relaxing on top of her. She could feel the hot jets of cum pumping out in squirts into her cunt. His knot is putting pressure against her G-spot and it all felt so good. She wanted to cum from the fullness of it all, to rub her clit. More moans escaped her throat. It felt so damn good. She didn’t want this to end.
She looked behind her at Sampson and saw his owner filming a close-up shot of Sampson’s knot deep within her cunt. She no longer cared he was there and hoped he got a good view of the dog buried deep inside of her. She is a filthy cunt and she wanted to be used as one. Anything to please, Big Daddy. The pulsing of Sampson’s knot against her G-spot is building up and she could feel an orgasm is about to happen.
“Please, Big Daddy, may I cum? You were right. I love having his dog cock buried deep in my cunt. It feels so good, so, so good. This bitch is close. May I please cum?”
“Sure, Michelle. You’ve been a good bitch. You can cum as much as you like while Sampson’s knotting you.”
As he said that, he grabbed a crop from beside the armchair and swatted her clit with it. The pain stung, but between the pressure of Sampson’s knot and the pain on her clit, it crossed her over and she is overwhelmed by an orgasm. She writhed and fucked against Sampson, a reflex to the orgasm. Big Daddy slapped her a few more times on the clit with the crop and she opened her legs as best she could to accommodate him. He slapped her tits and nipples, her back and the sides of her ass, wherever Sampson isn’t. He slapped her face barehanded again and called her filthy, degrading names while twisting her nipples, causing her to have more orgasms. She is deep in subspace and there isn’t much Big Daddy could do to her that she wouldn’t like.
“Come here. Come close to the chair. You’re going to worship my cock like a proper cunt would,” Big Daddy said as he unzipped his pants and brought out his cock.
She moved towards him, which isn’t easy with Sampson on top of her. They were truly and sincerely stuck together and she revelled in it. Sampson hopped along as best he could to keep up with her. When she got to Big Daddy, she took his cock in her mouth and sucked on it, relishing the feeling of being stuffed from both sides. She worshipped his cock, licking the sides, flicking her tongue into his pee hole to get the precum that had escaped. She sucked to get it all, then swallowed his cock to the base, inhaling deeply the smell of him.
Big Daddy reached down and twisted her nipples hard, causing another orgasm to hit her. She only sucked harder on his cock.
Whack! Whack! Whack! A few more hits with the crop on her thighs and belly, another on her cunt. The stings felt like love nips and she wanted more. He must have known as he grabbed her hair and harshly pulled her off his cock.
“You’re a filthy cunt, Michelle. You were made to suck my cock and be Sampson’s bitch, you know that? I don’t think I’ve ever had a more eager whore than you.”
Her eyes were glazed and her cunt is aching, getting fuller from Sampson’s cum, another orgasm about to be brought on by his throbbing knot that had her attached to him, making her his bitch, just as Big Daddy said she is. She is both their bitches and loving every minute of it. She managed a ‘thank you’ before Big Daddy pushed her head down and shoved his cock down her throat. He kept a hold of her hair and did that multiple times, face fucking her from a sitting position. He’d bring her up for air for a minute before he’d force his cock back in her mouth.
She did her best to keep up, to suck and worship his cock and use her tongue to wrap around the shaft as he pushed it deeper down her throat before popping it back out. Her eyes were watering and she is gagging some from having him forcefully deep throat, her but she loved feeling so used, being his personal fuck toy. She reached down between her legs with one hand and began to rub her clit. She hadn’t asked permission to touch herself, but Big Daddy only encouraged it.
“That’s right, you slut whore, rub your cunt. Cum for Big Daddy.”
She did as he ordered and another orgasm, more intense than the others built up and exploded. She moaned and tried to talk unsuccessfully with a mouthful of cock. She bucked against Sampson, who still is not going anywhere. He lay patiently on top of her panting, squirting his cum into her cunt, not caring about anything that is happening. Big Daddy took the crop to her cunt and nipples again during her orgasm, only intensifying what she is feeling.
“Oh yes. That’s it. Keep sucking, slut. I’m about to fill your belly with my cum. Have you full of cum from both sides.”
She could feel the pulsing of his cock before the warm, gooey liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed and tried to keep up so as not to spill a drop, but before he is done cumming, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, pulled her head back by her hair, and let a few spurts land across her face and tits. He is marking her and she loved the feeling of his cum everywhere, deep in her belly and all over her face and tits. It made her feel like the filthy cunt she is. Reminded her that her job is to be his fuck toy, which she is to be used in whatever ways that pleased him.
When he is done cumming, he told her to clean his cock and she lovingly did so, being gentle and aware of his extreme sensitivity. When he is satisfied, he pushed her head of his cock and relaxed back into the chair, draining the last of his martini. “You are a good girl, Michelle,” he said as he set the glass down.
Michelle felt her chest swell with pride. Those two words—good girl— how she lived for them. She is exhausted from being thoroughly used and her multiple orgasms. Kneeling there, she and Sampson breathed heavily, waiting for his knot to go down so that he could break from her. Nothing happened for a few minutes, other than Sampson’s owner moving around filming different angles. She vaguely remembered him filming Big Daddy fucking her face and capturing her moaning on video. Did he get her fingering her clit, too, as Sampson lay on top of her pumping his cum into her cunt? She is coming down from subspace and the embarrassment is starting to take over again. She is fully aware of this stranger and where he is, what he is filming.
She hung her head down so her hair could hide her face, but Big Daddy grabbed the hair, moved it out-of-the-way, and said, “Here is Sampson’s bitch. Here is my bitch. Isn’t she a good bitch in heat?”
Michelle blushed and tried to look away, but Big Daddy held her head in place for the camera by her hair. She looked directly at the lens, hoping the video is truly only for her and her Sir.
But then Big Daddy let go of her hair and scooted to the edge of the seat. He told Michelle to open her mouth. She did as ordered and waited to find out what would happen. Big Daddy took his now soft cock in his hand and pissed on her face and in her mouth.
“Swallow it, Michelle. Swallow my piss. Be a good girl while I mark you some more.”
She swallowed every time her mouth got full, but he is pissing on her face and tits, as well. Another first for her that they’d talked about but never done. It is humiliating to be on all fours with a dog stuck in her cunt as he pissed all over her face and tits. She always assumed she’d hate golden showers, but it thrilled her because it is Big Daddy pissing on her. She loved when he humiliated her and used her for his own pleasure. And when he marked her, just like an animal might mark his territory.
After he finished pissing on her, he ordered the camera guy to turn her and Sampson around so he could see from his armchair when the knot slid out. Sampson’s owner did as ordered and Big Daddy had a front row seat to the event. A piece of Sampson’s knot slipped into view. It would be soon. Michelle sat there and waited, feeling fully used and marked. Cum and piss in her belly, on her face, on her tits. And her cunt full of dog cum.
When his knot got a bit smaller, it slipped out quickly. Sampson hopped off her and turned his attentions to his cock, licking it while his cum poured like a fountain from Michelle’s cunt. Between the piss and Sampson’s cum, the quilt is soaked.
“Now, suck Sampson’s cock clean, Michelle,” she heard Big Daddy say.
She heard him and had feared this. Could she do it? She wanted to make Big Daddy happy, but she isn’t sure. Sampson’s owner laid the dog down in front of Michelle, who is still on all fours. She bent down, tongue sticking out, and flicked it across Sampson’s cock. He squirted a bit of cum onto her face. It had a coppery taste and his cock had a slick feeling to it.
“Take it in your mouth and suck on it, Michelle. Give him a proper blowjob. Clean him up. It’s the least he deserves after the proper fucking he gave you. You know what I expect. Do as you’re told.”
On her elbows, she took his cock in one hand and put the whole thing in her mouth and sucked. Cum squirted continuously into her mouth. She pulled back and looked at Big Daddy. Sampson’s cum kept squirting out every few seconds, making a mess of her face.
“Good girl,” Big Daddy said. “I knew you could do it. Now finish him off.”
It isn’t as awful as she had expected it to be. Big Daddy had been right. A cock is a cock. Except dog cock constantly squirted cum. She sucked him a little more earnestly, then felt a cock slip into her drenched, sticky cunt. It is Sampson’s owner. Apparently, her cunt is payment for offering his dog to abuse her. She said nothing, but accepted the hard fucking he gave her as she sucked off Sampson. Sampson’s owner complimented the feel of her drenched dog cum drenched cunt. Apparently it is a kink of his. After he came deep in her cunt, he took his cock out and pulled her head away from Sampson, shoving his cock into her mouth.
“Clean it,” he said. “Suck our cum off my cock, you dirty cunt.”
She did as ordered, knowing this would please Big Daddy. When he moved away, he zipped up his pants, walked over to the camera, stopped the recording, and took out the SD card, handing it to Big Daddy. Michelle laid there on the wet quilt, catching her breath and thinking about how she is thoroughly used by three cocks today. Big Daddy is right. It is a hell of a surprise. And she hated to admit, while she loved being Big Daddy’s bitch, she still felt guilty at being Sampson’s bitch. But she couldn’t wait until they could do it again. After a few minutes, Big Daddy told her to get up and get dressed. She did as ordered. He then told her to come over to where he is standing.
He grabbed her shoulders, kissed her on top of her head, and said, “Good girl. You were a good little slut today. Big Daddy’s proud of you. Go home to your husband and tell him all about how you were a well-used slut today.”
The End.
