Rich Bitch
By alcaira
In a rage, Susan managed to drive and yet keep her speed within acceptable limits. She didn’t need some stupid cop stopping her now. She got home with no further incidents and even managed to get into her room without being accosted by her parents or any else. She threw her ruined garments in the trash and then made her way to the shower. She scrubbed herself for over forty-five minutes with the hottest water, she could stand before the system ran out and she was forced to shut it off.
She dressed, putting on her silkiest undergarments and nightgown, but even as she slipped the gown over her head, she felt more fluid seeping from her vagina and it disgusted her anew. She pulled her panties down and the wet stain she found there mocked her efforts to cleanse herself of her ordeal. She knew about douches, but she didn’t have any at the moment, and she didn’t want to go to her mother with this. She opted to put a pad in her panties, but it still left her feeling soiled. She knew that the damn dog’s sperm was still draining from her and she hated the thought of it.
She finally managed to go to bed, but even there she didn’t find real rest. Every time she began to drift off to sleep, she was jerked awake by a nightmare. If she wasn’t being licked between her legs, she was being forced to her hands and knees and mounted. It wasn’t until the wee hours of the morning that she was finally exhausted and slept.
Susan slept late; it wasn’t until noon before she made it down the stairs and into the kitchen. She was clad in a heavy white robe because it felt good against her skin. Under it, she wore a lacy pair of panties and a matching bra; it was all she had. She managed to get breakfast, but even as she ate, she truly felt like simply going back upstairs and going back to bed. While she ate she warmed up and felt something as she sat at the table; she stood to investigate.
When she opened her robe she noticed scratches along her ribs and the previous night’s activities resurfaced like a bad dream. She was just reaching to touch the weal gingerly when she heard someone approaching and quickly re-closed her robe. She managed to cover herself just before her father entered the room.
“Hey, there’s our new graduate,” He said as he hugged her. Susan winced and her actions were not missed by her father. “Are you okay, Princess?”
“Yeah.” Responded Susan as cheerfully as possible. “I… uh, pulled a muscle playing tennis the other day, and it’s still a bit sore.”
“Okay, but if it persists, let me know, and we’ll get one of my sports medicine doctor friends to take a look at it.”
“I’ll let you know, Dad,” she said before quickly eating the last of her food and throwing the dishes in the sink for the maid to clean up.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, Honey?” Asked her father again with greater concern in his voice. “I just noticed that you’re eating… breakfast. And you do look a little peaked.”
“I’m fine,” said Susan, trying to sound perky. “I’m just resting up for this evening’s festivities.”
“That’s my girl,” encouraged her father before he left the room.
Susan breathed a sigh of relief as her father walked through the door. She then ran upstairs to have a better look at the scratches. “Shit,” She swore as she saw the marks.
She had put her underwear on after her shower late last night and hadn’t noticed them then. She wouldn’t be able to wear her bikini tonight at her party. She tried to think of ways to cover them up but nothing except using a one-piece swimsuit would work. “That fucking dog,” She swore under her breath. “After the party tonight I’m going to go cruising in my new car, and if I see that mutt… he’s history.”
Susan rested until just a few minutes before her party was to begin. For, as nasty a bitch as she could be, a free social gathering was still too tempting for most people to turn down. Fifty, of what was considered her closest friend’s, arrived right on time. The funny part of it all was that most of the invited guests actually enjoyed themselves at the party this night.
Seeing her guests only reminded her of the evening before and Susan became very self-conscious of the fact that she had been raped by a dog. Some of these people had been only a hundred yards away when it all happened. What if one of them had seen her kneeling beneath that horrible animal? She talked with some of the people, but most of the time she spent eyeing them; trying to see if anyone, in particular, was making the rounds and talking about her.
Two hours into the party, Susan’s father made a big to-do about presenting her with the keys to a new, midnight blue, Corvette. For a moment she forgot about her shame and reveled in the event.
By the time four hours had passed, Susan abandoned her party; no one really missed her. She changed out of her one-piece swimsuit, which she had never used that night, and into her regular underwear. She put on some nice shorts and a tube top blouse mix that covered the scratches and then set out to enjoy her new car.
Susan motored out of her parent’s driveway aimed for the roads that she knew she’d be able to hit the pedal and let her new Corvette fly. For the next hour, she sped around her chosen paths and managed to evade radar traps by sheer dumb luck. It was just as she was ready to slow down a bit that she noticed where she was. Only a mile away was where she had been raped the previous night.
She drove slowly through the neighborhood, looking for the mutt that had violated her. She didn’t care what it took if she saw the dog she was going to run him down. Five minutes passed before Susan saw the animal in question. It was dark, but she was sure that it was him. She was crafty, and she sped up slowly because she didn’t want the squeal of her tires to startle the animal. He was walking across the road at the moment and she soon realized that she wasn’t going to reach him before he slipped through an opening in a fence that she couldn’t get her car through.
“Damn,” she swore under her breath, but then saw a gate that could be opened and allow her to continue her pursuit.
She thought she saw the animal several yards ahead of her and still in the open so she hit her brakes and stopped her car. She ran for the gate and opened it and then raced back. She came up short when her eyes fell on the shape of a large dog sitting near her open car door.
“Oh SHIT,” Susan said, as the huge dog began growling.
He moved in her direction and she slowly backed away. She heard the animal bark and didn’t pay much attention to it. She decided to try to outsmart the beast and it seemed to be working; he was keeping pace with her. She stayed near her car in hopes of getting to the driver’s door from the other direction. Her plan might have worked except for one thing; by the time she made a dash for the door she found another dog blocking her path.
Even as she came to a halt, the first dog was on her. She shrieked, but it wasn’t loud enough to get anyone’s attention that late at night; the other homes were too far away from this new neighborhood’s undeveloped area. Before she knew it the huge animal had her on the ground and was once again bull-ragging her clothes so hard that they were beginning to rip.
It wasn’t long before Susan lost track of who was attacking her. All she did realize was that they were tearing her garments to shreds. She was sure that by the time they were done that she would be a bloody mess. Several minutes passed and then her senses began to clear. When she was able to take stock of her situation she realized that they had her on her back and only her tank top remained in one piece. There were a few smears of blood, but the wounds she had suffered were barely scratches compared to what she had expected.
She watched as one of the shadows drew closer to her and pushed his way between her legs. She tried to keep him out, but his bared teeth were soon at her throat and his angry growl convinced her to change her mind. She spread her legs and allowed him access to her vaginal slit and then began praying that tonight was not a rerun of the night before.
Susan sneered at her assailant, but it didn’t phase him in the least. He dug his tongue into her pussy as deep as possible and enjoyed every minute of it. He didn’t have the faintest idea that his licks were exactly where they needed to be to heat her up in the quickest way possible, but he managed. He hit her G-spot several times and he rocked her little clit so well he would have rivaled many great cunnilinguist’s. In five minutes he had her vaginal secretions flowing and she shuddered as she orgasmed. Her pelvis involuntarily tilted up to give his tongue greater access, and she felt ashamed.
By the time her tremors began to subside, she realized that the dog was no longer licking her. She refocused on him and realized that he was standing there as though waiting for her to get on her hands and knees. “Oh… NO, not this time! I’m not going to let you f…”
She barely saw him move, but the pain of his strike was certainly felt.
“Ouch…” she yelled and then felt a trickle of blood begin to flow down her inner thigh.
He began to growl again and it was a warning that grew louder by the second. It wasn’t hard to interpret the message; as soon as the growl reached a certain pitch he would bite again. She managed to last three seconds before her resolve broke and then she began to move.
Susan turned over slowly but wasn’t sure why. She knew what was going to happen to her and all it was going to do was stall the inevitable. This dog was going to fuck her and the longer she waited for it to happen the longer it would be before it was over. She held out no hope that she would be rescued.
Susan finally got on to her hands and knees and spread her legs. She felt several tentative licks to her vaginal slit and then grunted as the weight of the animal landed on her back. She closed her eyes as tightly as possible and tried to think of other things, but when the dog’s cock slammed into her several times without entering her she breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe the night before had been a fluke. The hot probe kept searching for her, and it hurt, but then he hit her in her little pink rosebud. She jerked in response, and it was her undoing.
All the huge dog wanted was to fuck the hot bitch beneath him, and so far he wasn’t getting anywhere. He felt the female below him shift a bit and the next thing he knew he was home. He sank himself into her as deeply and as quickly as possible and when he was sure of his position he let it rip.
Susan groaned painfully and the ache didn’t stop for several minutes. The only thing that saved her pussy from being ravaged completely was the fact that the dog’s precum was lubricating the way for his rapid advance. She could even feel her breasts as they moved within her tube top because he was banging her so hard.
Time wore on, and he continued to have his way with her. Before she realized it the pain was gone and pleasure was beginning to flood her senses. She shook her head and tried to override it all, but her body eventually took over for her. It wasn’t much longer before she was pushing her pussy back at the invading member and trying to capture everything.
Her body was conquered, but her mind was not. “Damn it, no… I don’t want this… I don’t want this dog’s cock in me and making me feel this way. Oh… god, he’s so deep. I don’t think I can take any more of this… Ohhh… SHIT,” she shrieked, as his knot entered her, and then all the pain subsided.
Susan felt every thrust as he gently rocked his cock into her depths. Her G-spot was getting a workout of its own, she had never experienced this much stimulus in that area before and it was hot. All of her insides were being gently jostled as the huge cock invaded her depths. There hardly seemed to be a single part of her internal anatomy that wasn’t being affected by the fucking it getting. Before she knew it, she orgasmed, and so did he. The feel of his sperm shooting into her intensified what she was feeling. If her lover had been able to see the climactic look of bliss that crossed her face, he would have been proud of himself. If he hadn’t been a dog that is.
“Oh god that feels so good,” she grunted. “How am I ever going to live this down?”
The young blonde held still as the dog continued to pump his seed into her. Eventually, the utter bliss of the situation wore off, and the reality of it all resurfaced. “Damn you dog…” She muttered, “… I don’t know how, but I’m still going to kill you if I get the chance. You may think you’re putting your puppies into some receptive bitch, but I’m going to have the last laugh as I throw dirt on your grave.”
It wasn’t too long after that until the huge animal pulled his knot out of her well-fucked pussy and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her ease was short-lived though; she had forgotten about the other dog. She was just about to get to her feet when she was pounced upon anew. As the weight settled upon her back and the forepaws grasped her ribs the second dog’s cock shot neatly into the opening vacated by the first.
“Oh… god, not again…”
The second animal was every bit as big as the first and every bit as eager to breed this new bitch. He wasted no time and was soon thrusting into Susan at a pace that would have rivaled a machine at maximum speed. Just like his brother, he knew how to fuck a bitch, and he set about doing just that. He had no trouble whatsoever setting a blistering pace as he thrust his hot shaft into the girl as deeply as possible. His brother’s sperm was coating her vaginal walls very well and allowed him the freedom he wanted. There were advantages to being second in a situation like this, as far as he was concerned.
Susan was nearly in delirium. A third orgasm washed over her, but the animal on her back didn’t stop to let what she was feeling really sink in. The minutes passed and every thrust of the beast’s cock registered in her brain in some way or another, but all in all, it turned into one huge unending fucking.
The young blonde was mere seconds from her fourth climactic event when the dog slowed. As he purposely thrust his member at her to lock with her, she responded by pushing back. “Ugh… how could I,” she groaned in an accusatory tone.
However, her body was betraying her, and acting on its own accord. Once the beast had his knot in her they thrust at each other slowly. The same internal movements as with the first dog began to massage her very being and it wasn’t long before her fourth orgasm claimed her. “Oh… god, how can I be letting these dogs fuck me like this, and then enjoy it? I don’t want this,” she sobbed, as she sank to her elbows.
There was no mistaking the pleasure she felt, it was only the way she was receiving it.
After what seemed like an eternity, Susan felt the animal pulling his semi-deflated knot out of her. She looked back just in time to see almost a cup full of sperm gush out of her, and fall between her spread legs. “Yuck…” she exclaimed, but then she managed to get a look at the huge piece of meat that had been inside of her pussy. “Holy shit, how in the world did he have that in me?”
Susan allowed herself to roll to her side in the grass and the coolness of it added to the experience of the situation without her even realizing it. She looked at the dogs as they sat there for a moment. “You bastards, better watch where you cross the road. I know you live around here somewhere, and I’ll get you I promise. This is a war now, and I don’t plan on losing the battle; not to you sons a bitches.”
Both huge animals seemed totally unconcerned about what she was saying. They were satisfied for the moment, and seconds later ambled off toward the hideout they shared with several other strays in the area. They had her scent, and they would have her again if she ever entered their territory in the future. In their primitive brain, they wondered exactly what kind of pups she would have; at the last, she had been a very receptive bitch.
Susan gathered her shredded clothing after the dogs began walking away. She kept a close eye on them if they turned back for seconds. She also watched for other dogs. She wasn’t going to be caught off guard ever again if she could help it.
Susan examined the remains of her clothes and managed to fold her blouse and panties into a diaper to catch the dog sperm that was still dripping from her. With the help of a few safety pins that she had in her purse, she was even able to get her shorts repaired enough to hold it all in place. She finally eased her way into her car and was soon headed home. She hoped she wouldn’t run into anyone from her party, or have to wait too long to get into her house undetected. The last thing she wanted to do was try to explain to anyone why she looked the way she looked.
For all the bad luck she seemed to be having with dogs lately, her luck held for a stealthy entrance into her home. She only had to wait for two hours for the path to clear and when it did, she was in her room in minutes without being discovered. She took her clothes off and threw them in the trash, even her tube top. The material was snagged, but at least it saved her from further scratches in that area.
Susan took inventory of her injuries. “Fucking dogs!” she hissed, as she examined her naked body in front of a full-length mirror.
There were four new minor scratches and one set of teeth marks on her skin in different areas. Unfortunately, they were in places that are normally in the open if she wore anything that would show off her fantastic figure.
“Damn bastards!” she muttered, as she entered the shower and once again tried to wash the memories of the dogs fucking her out of her body and soul.
She ran the water for half an hour and managed to splash as much water as possible into her vagina, but when she got out of the shower, she still felt liquid running out of her and down her leg. At first, she thought it was water, but when she touched it, she knew immediately that it was the damn dogs’ leftovers.
“I’m going to annihilate them,” she promised herself.
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