The Julie Journals
January
Closing my laptop I looked at the screen, half in frustration and half in planning. Another evening chatting on a beastie site and the same old questions came up, “How did you start?” and “when are you going to do it again?”
The first question was easy, it all started when I was 19 and the four hells angels I was living with decided I would try dog sex. At first I hated it, but over the following weeks, I grew to like and eventually love it. My lover King, a large German shepherd, became my protector, and the only living thing in the house that treated me with any form of kindness.
The second question was the main point of my frustration. I accepted the fact the first time I was coerced, and a lot of the time under the influence of illegal substances, but the questions turned like worms in my brain, “would I do it again? if I did would I enjoy it?”
Two decades later, and now an upstanding member of society, would I do it again out of my own free will? Give myself to a dog? Stick my ass high in the air like a slut, and beg him to mount me, and use me, and pound me with his angry red dog cock?
As the questions swirled in my head, one quick check between my legs provided the resounding answer that I couldn’t get myself to verbalize. I was soaked; my nipples were standing out, trying to poke holes through the only thing I was wearing, a tee shirt that I had stolen from my live in boyfriend.
So here I was, just post my 40th birthday, having never shared my dog sex experiences with anyone offline, and I knew that I had to do something about that. For anyone who doesn’t know me, I am one of those people who once they set their mind to something, will do whatever it requires to achieve it.
The only remaining question was …..how?
*****
February
The rudimentary outline of a plan has started to come together, and I figured I needed three things to fall in line, to allow me to achieve my goal.
First, I needed a dog. There were plenty of offers around online, but caution dictated that this would have to be something I did alone. Although, I sat pondering the PM sitting in my inbox, from a guy a few towns over, offering his three well trained St. Bernards. They were the father and his two boys, both fully grown, so they would work together and this meant nearly a metre of dog cock between them. Rereading it for what seemed like the hundredth time, alternating my mouse between the Reply and Delete buttons, had my juices flowing. The final sentence, which mentioned high definition cameras and how I could wear a mask to protect my identity, sealed the deal for me, and with a click of the mouse button, I watched the message disappear into my trash folder. No way was I going to allow someone else to hold this over me, again, and quite frankly, the biggest thrill about this time around, is that this was something that I’m was doing exclusively for myself.
Second, I needed a location. At home would seem logical, as our house is secure, the entrance way protected by electric gates, and reasonably isolated. Set back far enough on the large lot, none of the nosy neighbours could easily see into the windows from the road, although, the large back garden was definitely out. I can just imagine old Mr Jones, the widower next door who just happened to spend two hours pruning the same ratty hedge last summer, as I sunbathed nude, getting an eyeful of my naked pussy being ramrodded by an eager canine. I’m sure the sight would kill one of them, the hedge or old Mr Jones!
Finally, I need opportunity. I knew nothing could happen until and unless my live-in boyfriend was away. And away for a while, not just down the pub for the evening, as I knew from experience that these things can take time.
*****
March
This is getting annoying, I want to do this, no I NEED to do this, but unless the damned planets align, it doesn’t seem like it’s going to happen. One thing that occurred to me was training as I had no idea if King was trained or not, but by the way he took to me, I am guessing that he was. This needed to be my next task, if I found a dog that was untrained, then how would I train him to perform? Would I need to train him, or would he just know what to do naturally? Were there any dangers? For a fleeting moment I entertained the idea of asking my boyfriend if we could get our own dog, but then thought better of it, as until I knew what to do, and whether it would work, it was best that I waited.
*****
April
Clicking open the password protected file, I reviewed my notes from the various conversations I have had while researching this objective.
“Peanut butter – but not too much” was my first point, which made me giggle, as I wondered if a dog preferred smooth or crunchy?
“Let them know they are boss and don’t push too much, be patient,” read the next entry, and I knew that was going to be hardest task, as the desire that has been building for four months now and was burning through me. I thought about it most nights, and especially when my boyfriend took me from behind, which is his favourite position. I would always close my eyes and imagine being covered by a dog’s heavy, furry body, and I would cum hard all over my boyfriend’s cock.
“Keep it to a single room, and on a simple command, unless you want them to mount whenever they feel like it.” This entry made me laugh, as when I read that line, I couldn’t help thinking to myself, “Single room my ass, if I can find a willing dog and the appropriate privacy, he can fuck me whenever, and where ever, it goddamn likes.”
It was that final thought that really got me going, and made me mentally picture myself in various rooms of the house, with various dogs covering me, and fucking the life out of me. I couldn’t resist sliding a hand under the waistband of my joggers, and into my panties, and down across my freshly shaven pussy. Whispering to myself under my breath, affirming how I was a dog slut, I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter and the desire to tear my bottoms off and search for my dildo was intense. Resisting the urge, as my boyfriend was just upstairs, I had to make do with just pushing a finger deeply inside myself, then slowly sucking it clean.
*****
May
This month should be called “May Not,” as I was starting to have serious doubts now. Would it ever happen? Was it really the right thing to do? There had been a report recently in the news about a woman, who had been caught with a dog. The public outcry was huge, and the humiliation she suffered must have been intense. It made me second-guess this decision, yet at the same time, the urge felt like it was getting stronger, fuelled by the knowledge of just how taboo and socially unacceptable this was. Frequently, at night or early morning, I would log onto beast sites and spend hours in the chat rooms. The discussions there would get incredibly descriptive, and I would often sit on a towel, soaking it through, as we talked in vivid and gory detail about dogs fucking me. Usually, I started with just my fingers, but nearly always ended up using my dildo, as I fucked myself to toe-curling orgasms while I chatted. Never fully satisfied with masturbating, I would almost always beg my boyfriend to take me on all fours, so I could imagine he was a dog fucking me, as memories and fantasies merged together.
*****
June
Oh wow! The first two planets have aligned, as my boyfriend just informed me he needed to travel for work, and would be away for July, and half of August, giving me six weeks alone, at home, to execute this plan. All I needed now was a dog.
My first idea was quickly crushed. Even though I pleaded with him that a big, virile dog would be perfect protection for poor little me, stuck in the big house all on my own, my boyfriend stood his ground, and laughed at my argument, his hands holding his sides.
“Protection??!!” he said between bouts of laughter, “I have the deepest sympathies for any poor schmuck who decides to try to take advantage of poor little you,” dissolving into tears at the last words.
With that idea scuppered, I actually thought about trying for a dog-walking job, but suspected the reality of the work involved would be a lot worse than the fantasy. In so many ways, I wanted to throw a full on temper tantrum, and scream the house down, but decided to control myself, so I wouldn’t have to explain to my boyfriend what my frustration was all about.
*****
July
I tried to contain my giddiness, I really did, as Lucy sat and sobbed at my kitchen table. JJ (my boyfriend) had already left on his business trip, and I was still no nearer to getting a dog. Suddenly, the stars and planets aligned, and I bit back a full on grin, as my beautiful, red-headed neighbour sat there crying her heart out.
“We will have to cancel our holiday,” she sobbed, “the kennel we were going to put Hector in has gone bust, and every other kennel is full at such short notice.” She sniffled and dabbed her eyes with a tissue, then broke into a full on bawl again, “It would have been our first family holiday with our kids and my parents.”
I had to stop from screaming with joy and leaping around the room, Hector was their family pet, and not just any pet, he was a magnificent Great Dane, friendly as anything, and I knew from the casual glances that he was fully intact.
As casually as I could muster I said, “I could look after him, if you wanted, after all we are neighbours, he knows me, and would be great company while JJ is away.”
She almost leapt on me, and she hugged me tightly, thanking me over and over again. As I felt her pert breasts pushing against mine, I had to resist the urge to give her tight ass a little grope, as I had always wondered and hoped she might swing both ways. However, I wasn’t going to chance ruining this golden opportunity, as the dog-sex gods had literally dropped an amazing canine specimen in my lap, for an entire week, a whole dog fucking week!
Over the next week, as Lucy’s family prepared for their holiday, we worked out a schedule of what was required for Hector, in terms of food and exercise. All I kept thinking, however, was about the real exercise we both would be getting. I casually slipped into conversation that it would be best if we moved his basket to my house so that I wouldn’t have to worry about him alone in their house, and I had the perfect spot for him in my utility room, where he would be warm and near the backdoor.
Under my breath I whispered to myself, “and I have the perfect spot he needs to fill.”
*****
Saturday
I waved them off, as the SUV, over-packed with luggage and the loving family, left for the airport. Hector sat dutifully beside me, looking a little forlorn, as he saw his Master and Mistress disappear down the street.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered in his ear, “I have some special treats for you while they are away.”
I let Hector settle in the kitchen, while I stripped totally naked, as I wanted him to be very use to my body and smell. Sitting beside him on the floor next to his basket, I stroked his head and body, working my greedy hands down towards his belly. Gently touching his furry sheath, his red cock started to grow, and grow, and grow. “How bloody big was this thing?” I thought, as his cock started to twitch, as I worked it gently, his watery pre cum covering my hand.
If there were any doubts left in my brain, there were certainly none in my body, as I felt myself get wetter and wetter, the more my hand massaged that heavenly dog cock. Hector must have smelled my excitement, as he started to lick at my face and my nipples. His wonderfully rough tongue had my nipples hard, and made my aching pussy even wetter.
I reluctantly let go of his cock, and crawled away slowly on my hands and knees, wiggling my ass invitingly towards him. He was on his feet in a flash, and I stopped, allowing him to bury his snout deep into my ass and pussy. I opened my legs further, as his long tongue rasped the full length of my pussy, causing me to moan loudly, as the tell-tale tremors of a pending orgasm grew inside me.
The sudden moan of pleasure caused Hector to stop and lift his head, unsure if he had done something wrong. Putting my head down on my crossed forearms, lifting my naked ass higher into the air, I whispered words of encouragement to him, and he eagerly started licking again, clearly enjoying what he tasted.
“I guess I’ll never know which type of peanut butter he prefers,” I giggled to myself, but the licking suddenly stopped and a feeling of emptiness and frustration washed over me. My frustration didn’t last long, however, as Hector decided to do what came naturally and mount his bitch. Well not so much mount, as he didn’t really need to rise that much, he just took three steps forward and then the tall dog stood over my crouching body with his leaking cock and starting to jab at my hind quarters.
“This was it…the moment of truth…do I really want to do this?” I asked myself, and the reply came screaming back through my brain in a millisecond, “too fucking right I do!”
I could feel Hector stabbing at me with his cock, leaving trails across my ass, and I reached under myself and grabbed his cock, which seemed to have grown even thicker, and guided his glorious phallus into my pussy, which was well lubricated with my intense desire.
“OH…….MY…. FUCKING ……Godddd!” I screamed out at the top of my lungs, as he drove his cock home, burying it in me to the hilt, in one mighty thrust, filling me like I hadn’t been filled for over twenty years.
Resting my head on my cool, tiled kitchen floor, I braced myself with my arms, as Hector went to town, slamming his cock in and out of me, like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t even need to touch my clit, as the first orgasm burst through me like a flash flood, but Hector never broke stride. He had a new bitch under him, and he was going to use her to the fullest.
I could feel his baseball sized knot banging on my pussy lips. It was either too large to enter, or I wasn’t relaxed enough, but Hector needed to seed me, so he did. His hot jets of cum spurted deep inside my pussy like a fire hose connected to the hot water tap.
He pulled out almost as soon as he had cum, and since he wasn’t locked inside me, a river of his seed mixed with my juices cascaded to the floor leaving me feeling so empty inside, but so incredibly satisfied, at the same time.
Hector went back to his basket and started licking himself, as I continued to crouch in the same position, trying to catch my breath, smiling to myself that this was going to be a very good week.
*****
Sunday
When I got down stairs, naked, Hector seemed very pleased to see me and he could not have had any idea just how happy I was to see him. I made sure he was fed and watered, as after his outstanding performance yesterday, I was eager to let him knot me today. Just the thought of it had made me wet all through the night, and I had even considered sneaking downstairs and waking him.
Assuming the position once more, I presented myself and waited for Hector to notice, which didn’t take that long. The delightful sensation of his cold nose in my ass, and his long rough tongue lapping at my pussy, soon had me moaning and my juices flowing.
Then he mounted me, my body tingling from the already familiar feeling of his soft belly fur rubbing on my back, and his throbbing cock found what he was seeking, and drove home again on the first thrust. The feeling of fullness, and of rekindling this deep taboo desire, was as wonderful as yesterday, as he slammed in hard and fast, although perhaps a little more measured than the previous day.
I felt his knot banging against my pussy, demanding entry, so I took a deep breath and relaxed myself as much as I could. Then it happened. That intense flash of pain flashing through my body like a lightning bolt, as the knot initially drove inside me, followed by warm wave of bliss, as my pussy clamped around it. I couldn’t believe how deep he was inside me, as it felt like his cock was going to come though the top of my head.
I felt his knot start to pulse and throb inside, as it swelled even larger, locking him into his new and very willing bitch. When he started to pump his seed deep into my womb, a series of consecutive orgasms crashed through me, as I was literally impaled on his spurting cock.
A sudden sharp pain reminded me that I should have support underneath me, as I almost collapsed under his weight, my legs like rubber, nearly causing the massive knot to tug my insides out, as I slumped to the floor in an orgasm-riddled heap. Eventually his knot subsided enough to slip painlessly out of my battered pussy, and as he pulled away this time, he shot his seed so deeply inside me, that hardly any spilled out of me, unlike the last time.
They say that Sunday should be a day of rest, but not for Hector and me, as he took me several more times over the course of the day. As soon as I sensed he was ready, I would get on all fours, and wait to ascend into doggie heaven.
*****
Monday
I stood in front of the kettle in the kitchen, my body aching from the battering it had taken the previous day, my short robe wrapped round me as I waited for the kettle to boil, and listened to dawn chorus wild birds outside. I was startled out of my daydream, as I felt a cold wet nose poke under my robe, and Hector’s tongue once again found my pussy. Knowing that my coffee would have to wait, as I saw that he was already showing, and knew we both had the same idea on the perfect start to the day.
Obediently dropping to all fours, Hector mounted me quickly, and drove his cock deep into me, sending an orgasm throughout me in an instant. He seemed more dominant this morning as he fucked me; his head above mine, looking around the kitchen, as he took his bitch unapologetically. I was under him, head hanging down subserviently, happy to feel his cock inside me again. There was no question as to whether I was going to take his knot or not, as this time he forced it into me early and again pumped me full of his seed.
After he had finished and extricated himself from me, he gave my pussy one huge, appreciative lick, almost as a thank you, before retiring to his basket with a satisfied look on his face, as I struggled to my feet and made my morning coffee.
As I stood there feeling his seed trickle down my inner thighs, a devilish thought popped into my brain. Reaching between my legs I collected a handful of his seed, mixed with my own juices, and licked my palm, savouring the taste our mixed secretions. Once my hand was clean, I pressed it again to myself, and scooped out more of the mixture, allowing it to drip into my coffee, before cleaning the last droplets from my fingers. I repeated this a few more times, and then stirred it into the dark brew, and I can tell you honestly, I have never had a morning coffee that tasted so divine.
*****
Tuesday
Hector had started his day just as he wanted, by fucking me first thing, as soon as I came downstairs, but today he seemed especially randy indeed. It seemed to me that no sooner had he finished, and I had cleaned myself up, he wanted to fuck me again. By early evening, it felt like he had fucked me a hundred times, and I had given up trying to clean myself up between bouts, enjoying the slutty feeling of being full of and covered with his cum.
I had moved a leather footstool into the kitchen so that I could lay over it, supporting myself while he fucked me. As I was trying to get into a comfortable position over the stool, he once again mounted me, but this time, instead of him finding my battered pussy, his cock jabbed at my anal star. The sharp pain at my most sensitive spot caused a moment of panic as he jabbed at me, and before I could work out what to do, a white hot flash of pain shot through me, as he found a hole he could use, and drove his thick cock into my ass.
I have enjoyed anal over the years, and have always loved that initial pop, as a guy’s cockhead pushes past my sphincter muscles and enters my ass, but this was so much more primal. It felt like he would surely tear me apart, and draped over the stool there was no way I could get away from Hector, as he repeatedly forced his cock deeper into my ass.
Hector’s watery pre cum, mixed with a lot of my juices from earlier sessions that day, made everything slippery enough for him to keep going, and he started to fuck my ass at a rapid pace, sending waves of pleasure and pain through me. Realising that he wasn’t going to stop, I relaxed and the burning sensation began to subside, and I resigned myself to enjoy his anal assault. Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my clit a few times, and felt his seed from previous mating session oozing from my body. As my orgasm hit, I must have tightened my anal muscles around him, as he let out a yelp of pain, and then started fucking my ass again with a renewed vigour. I could feel his knot banging against my ass cheeks, but thought “no fucking way he’s gonna knot my ass.” Then I felt his cum shooting deep inside my anal passage, spurting great jets of hot cum so far inside my ass, I was sure I could taste it.
He pulled out of my ass with an audible pop, leaving me slumped over the footstool, panting like the bitch I had become, a bitch with a huge smile on her face, and an ass full of dog cum.
*****
Wednesday
Hector looked at me with a quizzical and seemingly disappointed look on his face, as he saw his new bitch arrive in the kitchen, dressed in joggers and a tee shirt.
“We need fresh air,” I bent and mock scolded him, but all he did was look at me and lick my face. I suppose he got his fresh air when he went out to do his business, but I needed to run and work a different set of muscles, other than the ones that had been over-worked the past few days.
Hector greeted the word ‘walkies’ with as much enthusiasm as he did the word ‘mount,’ and soon we were running though the back garden and out into the fields beyond. If you haven’t run with a dog before, it’s a dangerous occupation, I can assure you. Their pace is so much faster than ours, and as they run along side you, they can change direction and accelerate, any time they choose. That can be away from you, in front of you, or across your path. It’s the latter option that can cause the biggest problems.
Whether it was a rabbit or just sheer devilment, that’s exactly what Hector did. Without a bit of warning, he turned sharply to his right, and I went straight over the top of him, and down in a heap, in the bushes along the side of the path.
Whatever it was he had thought he saw, when he saw his new bitch in the position a familiar position, his focus changed immediately. As I got to my hands and knees, and was about to get back up to my feet, he was on me in a flash, sniffing at my upturned ass, then mounting me, keeping me in the all fours position.
I knew that this path was fairly secluded, but the thought of succumbing to him out in the open, with the possibility of getting caught, had my pussy flooded with wanton desire. I couldn’t help myself as my brain screamed, “if Hector wants his bitch, then I have no choice but to comply.” I simply reached back and pulled my joggers and panties to my knees, without even trying to stand, as he feverishly jabbed until he eventually found my soaking wet pussy, and buried his cock in deeply.
Gripping my waist, he started to pump hard, filling me full of his wonderful cock, a feeling I was quickly becoming addicted to. It was at this point that it occurred to me that while an outdoor quickie might be OK, if he tied me, then we could be stuck like that for a while, increasing the likelihood of someone happening upon us. Luckily, my joggers bunched around my knees held them quite closely together, preventing him from slipping his knot in, although he was certainly giving it a good try.
I had to bite my arm to stop myself from crying out, just in case there were any other walkers or joggers within earshot, as I came from Hector’s pumping. After he had filled me full of his seed, and dismounted, I pulled my panties & joggers up and tried to run on legs of jelly. I could feel his seed seeping out of me as I ran wobbly down the garden path, and loved the warm feeling between my legs.
*****
Thursday
By now, Hector and I had fallen into a nice routine. I would wake; come downstairs naked, and he would give me a proper ‘good morning’ fuck. I would then sort out our breakfasts, and then would settle down for a longer morning session where he would knot and breed me.
He had just fucked my brains out, and had locked and turned so we were stuck ass to ass, when it happen. “DING DONG!” The unmistakeable peal of the doorbell cut the sounds of our combined panting.
I figured it must be the post lady with a parcel for me, but I was far too busy and enjoying myself to worry about that too much. I reached under and started to touch my clit, building toward another orgasm, as Hector’s knot pulsed inside me when it suddenly occurred to me, “shit! She knows the code to the gate.”
Down the side of the house was a drive with electric gates, which required a key code for entry. This meant if she came to the back door to drop off the parcel, she would walk right past the large kitchen window, which would reveal the scene of me on all fours, with a very large, satisfied Great Dane locked inside my equally as satisfied cunt.
Pure panic started to set in, as I imagined the papers, and headlines, and the reporters camping out on my front lawn, when “DING DONG!” went the doorbell again.
This now got Hector’s interest, and still locked in me, he barked at the door and tried to move towards the sound. When a Great Dane moves and his cock is knotted inside your pussy you have no choice but to move with it, and I felt him tug me towards the hall and the front door. I heard the letter box open and thought, “If she looks through that letter box, she would get the sight of me being pulled down the hallway by my pussy.” To my relief, flap of the letter box banged closed, and the card saying ‘the parcel would be at the post office for pickup’ fluttered through the air and landed on the mat.
*****
Friday
After the scare from the day before, I decided that today would be Hector’s day of freedom, especially since his owners would be coming home the next day. Kneeling down in front of him, I grasped his big head firmly and told him, “I want you to fuck me all over this house today,” and his response was simply to lick my face, as if he understood my words.
I crawled around the floor on my hands and knees, and it didn’t take long before Hector decided he was horny. He pounced on me in the lounge, and I barely had time to brace myself over the arm of a chair, before he was on me, and in me. My pussy formed perfectly around his cock now, and I pushed back against him, bracing to his thrusts, as he frantically drove in and out of me. As soon as I felt his knot, I pushed back hard, and moaned with pure pleasure, as he slipped inside and locked in, filling me full of the seed that I craved.
About an hour later, I crawled up the stairs catlike, and shouted to him as I did. You could see the look of confusion on his face, as he saw his bitch beckoning him to a part of the house he wasn’t supposed to be in.
As my naked ass turned the corner onto the landing, lust overcame his fear of doing something wrong, and he bounded up the stairs in three long leaps. I crawled into my bedroom, as he was sniffing and licking, clearly wanting his bitch to stand still. Lying over the bed, I looked in the full-length mirror and could see his mighty cock jutting our from under his tummy. The sight was the most erotic thing I had seen, and I enjoyed the vision of beauty, as he mounted and slid home inside me, as the scene unfolded in our reflexion.
As I looked at the mirror, it was sort of like watching a movie, yet at the same time, the undeniable sensation of his cock driving into me made it clear this was real life. I threw my head back and howled, as I orgasmed, which seemed to spur him onto newer heights of passion and enthusiasm.
That night he slept in my bed, and I couldn’t resist playing with his cock, loving how hard he got, and how his cum leaked onto my hand. To avoid getting too much on the sheets, I spent a lot of the night with his cock in my mouth, sucking his pre cum and swallowing it. A couple of times during the night, he became frisky, and almost like he knew this week with his new bitch was coming to an end, he would wake and nudge me with his big head, to assume the position.
Climbing joyfully onto all fours, I moaned with pleasure, as he fucked me to countless orgasms, before pumping me full of his cum. After his knot had subsided, and he had slipped out of me, we would fall into a slumber, only to awaken a few hours later and repeat the entire process.
*****
Saturday
As the sun broke into the bedroom and the first few rays hit my face, I felt Hector climb onto my back, almost as if he knew this would be our farewell fuck. Hector didn’t seem concerned with anything besides fucking me, but I had tears of both joy and sadness running down my cheeks, knowing that in a few short hours, this incredible week of dog fucking would be over.
As I handed his leash back to Lucy, she smiled and gave me a bottle of Bombay Sapphire Gin, which they had brought back from holiday, as a way of saying thank you. I remember Lucy asking me how Hector had been, and I tried to contain my smile to a minimum, as I told her how much of a pleasure he was to look after. I swear I nearly orgasmed on the spot when Lucy said, “maybe you can look after him again sometime.”
As they walked away, Hector looked at me over his shoulder with those wonderfully expressive brown eyes, and I couldn’t help but blow him a kiss and whisper, “until next time.”
*****
Part 2: The Biker Gang
Julie stumbled down the road, the wind biting and cold as it whipped her long brown hair around her face. Not caring where she went she walked onwards the tears stinging her face as she recalled the almighty row she had with her father. Julie had gone to a party and ended up in bed with the husband and wife throwing the party. Unbeknown to her the host, John had worked with her dad and he had mentioned what had happened within her fathers’ earshot. Julie’s dad had come home and flown into a rage calling her a slut and a disgrace to the family and in a fit of temper, Julie stormed out vowing never to return. She was sure that at 18 she could more than handle what the world would throw at her.
*****
Julie sat in the corner of the pub drinking steadily and by now was more than a little drunk as the doors opened and a group of bikers walked in. The leader pushed his way to the bar and thumped his hand down demanding beers for him and his boys. The man spotted the forlorn looking girl sitting all by herself. He walked up to Julie and leered at her saying, “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this” as he ran his meaty hand down Julie’s arm.
Julie swallowed hard thinking to herself that is she was being called a slut by her father she might as well act like one. Looking at the big biker straight in the eye she said, “Looking to get laid…why you think you are man enough for the job?”
The big biker needed no second invitation and pulling Julie to her feet, his face split into an evil grin as he pulled her toward the side door. “Let’s see how you suck cock,” he said waving to his mates as he went outside.
Pushing Julie roughly to her knees, he unzipped his flies and holding her head shoved his semi hard cock roughly into Julie’s mouth. Julie could hardly stop gagging as he proceeded to fuck her face pulling her roughly by the hair as he thrust in and out of her pretty mouth. “Oh yes” he grunted “Pig is gonna fill you full of cum” and with that Julie felt the first spurts of his hot cum shooting into her mouth. Swallowing hard she felt him jerk into her mouth and with each spurt more of his hot cum poured down her throat. “Not bad” said Pig as he pulled his now deflating cock from Julie’s mouth. Wiping his cock in her hair, he grabbed Julie roughly under the chin. Tilting her head backwards he said “we are having a party tonight and you are gonna be the star attraction”.
*****
Julie looked round the small flat still trying to catch her breath after the terrifying ride on the back of Pig’s bike, where she clung on for dear life as the cars flashed by at speed. “Get yer fucking kit off then slut” said Pig as he opened the fridge in the dirty kitchen and cracked a beer for himself while throwing out cans to his five mates.
Julie slowly started to strip, her head still reeling from the alcohol and the head rush from the bike ride. Obviously not moving fast enough for them, the bikers pulled and tugged at her clothing ripping some of it in the process. Julie stood shivering in the middle of the room now a little uncertain if she had done the right thing in coming here. Pig pushed her roughly to her knees, “hey guys she is a great cock sucker why don’t you find out for your selves.”
Julie looked up and saw Pig laughing as the rest of the gang unzipped their flies pulling out cocks of various shapes and sizes. Two of the bikers stood in front of her and as she alternated between the two cocks, the others contented themselves with pawing at her body. She felt the rough hands poking and probing, not gentle like she was used to but hard and uncaring but Julie could feel her body responding. I must be a slut she thought as she sucked the cock deep into her mouth whilst she felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
“I wanna fuck her,” said one of them pulling Julie to her feet and shoving her roughly over a table. Julie’s mouth opened in surprise and shock as the man forced his cock into Julie’s pussy with one easy movement. Another cock caused her to gag a little at first, as it quickly filled her open mouth at the same time. The biker behind began to thrust into her as she sucked hard on the cock. She felt the biker tense and his strokes became more urgent as he ploughed into her young body, and then she heard him grunt and felt her pussy filled as he pumped his cum into her.
As he pulled out Julie felt his cum trickle down her legs as the next biker in line plunged into her soaking pussy. Julie was starting to enjoy the fucking she was getting now and felt the first orgasm run through her as the second biker pumped his seed into her. Julie was moaning as the third guy filled her gaping hole and started to fuck her with steady thrusts. Soon another lot of hot sticky cum burst into her body as she bucked on the table.
Lifting her head she looked up and saw Pig’s ugly face looking down at her, a sneering laugh playing across his face as he said, “You haven’t met Horse have you?”
As the name sunk into Julie’s fuddled brain she felt a huge cock entering her battered pussy. Deeper and deeper Horse sank his huge cock, watching as Julie’s pussy expanded to take his 10”. Julie’s head went back as she screamed in both pain and pleasure as the last few inches sank home. Horse started to drive into her, each stroke lifting her almost off the table as he plunged in and out. Julie pushed back loving the feel of the cock filling her more than she had ever been filled before. Screaming at the top of her voice Julie felt her orgasm crash through her as Horse jerked deep into her body shooting her full.
Slumped over the table Julie tried to catch her breath from the hard fucking she had just received from the four guys. She heard one of them muttering behind her, “that pussy ain’t no good to me once Horse has been in there” he whined.
“Fuck her ass then” another said.
Julie felt the man rub his cock up and down her pussy lips gathering the mixture of her juices and the mixture of the cum from the various bikers. She felt the cock pushing against her rosebud and as she relaxed, the cock burst inside her. There was no gentle waiting for her to get used to the invasion in her ass as with John. This time the bastard just drove his cock in deep in one stroke. “Arrrrrrrghhhhhhhhh” Julie shouted feeling like her ass was being ripped apart.
“She loves it boys,” grunted the guy as he thrust in and out of Julie’s ass savouring the tightness of her hole. Julie face was drenched in sweat as she felt herself coming yet again.
“Fuck me you bastard” she said through gritted teeth as he plunged in and out, deeper and deeper. With an almighty cry the man jerked hard into her ass filling her full of his cum as Julie thrust backwards onto his pole like a wanton whore.
Hardly had Julie got used to the relief of her ass being empty of cock when Pig started pushing at her anal opening. She felt him pushing in and out and could hear the sound of his cock moving, with the amount of cum already filling her ass, lubricated his passage. Pig soon shot his second load of the evening deep into Julie’s aching ass. Pulling up his trousers Pig prodded Julie’s body with his toe, as she lay slumped across the table. “You can stay slut if you want but we” waving his hands at his mates “have the right to use you any time and in any way we want.” Julie slid to the floor trying to pull the remnants of her clothing around her and looked round her new home.
*****
It was a few days later and Julie was pulled from her haze and felt hands pulling her off the dirty mattress she had been sleeping on. As she tried to force herself awake the biker standing over leered at her as he snarled “party time again slut, a few more boys need servicing”.
Julie stood naked in the middle of the room as Pig extolled her virtues to the three new people standing in the room. “Fucks like a banshee” said Pig “and a good price for you as well.”
“We haven’t much time,” said the one with the scar running across his right cheek, “how about all three of us at once?”
“Sure why not sneered,” Pig said, “she would love it I bet.” Whilst scar face was dealing with the money side of it, the other two bikers wasted no time in stripping down. Julie soon found two cocks jabbing at her face as she sucked each one in turn, feeling them grow harder as her wet mouth enveloped them in turn. The first man lay on his back and Julie straddled him holding her pussy lips open with her fingers. Sighing contentedly, she slipped her pussy down his stiff pole feeling herself filled with his cock. She felt a hand push her forward so her breasts lay on the man beneath her and a finger poking something cold and wet at her ass.
The man below held her steady with his cock deeply embedded in her as the other started to push his finger in and out of her ass. Soon the bastard was satisfied that her asshole was ready; he pushed his rock hard cock into her willing ass.
“Oh yessssssssss” cried Julie as she felt the second cock slide into her filling her so full and with a contented murmur she began to ride the two guys. She felt her head lifted by the hair and another cock pushed past her lips meaning she had every hole full. Julie bucked on the cock filling her pussy and as she lifted, she felt the other cock drive deeply into her ass. Her mouth sucking hard she worked her head in a steady rhythm sucking on the cock in her face. Soon the biker she was sucking started to grunt and grabbing her head, he started to fuck her mouth with savage thrusts. As his cum spurted into her throat Julie felt her body contract as a massive orgasm ran through her. This caused her muscles to contract and so set the other two men off. Julie felt the biker beneath jerk his hips upwards as he pumped his cum into her, closely followed by the third thrusting deep into her ass and pumping his seed into her as well.
Later Julie lay quietly on the mattress again looking at the stars out of the skylight window. Pig had told her she could stay for as long as she wanted and after the performance, she had put on that night he was looking forward to a long and financially rewarding time together. As Julie drifted off to sleep she thought to herself, well Julie you may be a slut but at least you have someone who wants you around.
*****
A year later.
Julie woke as the cold harsh sunlight streamed through the skylight window. She felt sick to the pit of her stomach and tried to recall last night’s events but things were still a blur in her pounding head. As she padded naked to the bathroom Julie realised that the last three years were mostly a blur.
She looked at herself in the mirror; her blue eyes were bloodshot and her pink/green hair was sticking up like a multi-coloured toilet brush. At 19 Julie’s body could take the excess although her 36c breasts were tender and she winced as she examined the teeth marks and bruises. Her pussy and ass throbbed a bit and she tried to recall how many had actually fucked her last night but lost count at 12. Shrugging to herself and pulling some dry cum from her hair with her fingertips and trying to get some form of order to her hair, then looking round for some clothes and pulled on a semi clean t-shirt and a short denim skirt and left the bathroom. Julie didn’t bother with underwear, as it never stayed on her long enough to worry about.
Julie could hear the sounds of snoring coming from the other rooms and knew that the four men she lived with would soon be waking up and would need feeding and no doubt the house would be a mess and if it wasn’t at least semi-tidied then she would get the blame. She had lived with the bikers for three years since running away from home at 18 and was basically their housemaid and resident slut.
Julie was standing at the cooker frying bacon when she felt a heavy slap across her ass.
“Morning slut” growled Pig, the leader of the gang, “Where’s my breakfast and my coffee.”
Putting the greasy bacon sandwich and mug of steaming coffee in front of Pig Julie went to turn away but his hand stopped her. Running his hand up the inside of Julie’s thigh Pig roughly thrust a finger into Julie’s pussy.
“Wet already slut?” Pig laughed.
Julie hid her shame, as although at times she hated being treated like a piece of meat she also loved the constant sexual attention she got.
“Time for your breakfast” said Pig as he stood still holding his bacon sandwich in one hand and unzipping himself with the other.
Julie sighed to herself and dropped to her knees and began to suck on Pig’s growing cock. Her mouth slurped up and down and soon Pig grunted and deposited a load of hot sticky cum into Julie’s mouth. Julie had seen the pair of greasy jeans appear beside her while she was blowing Pig and as soon as she had milked that last of the cum from Pig’s cock she unzipped Charlie and started sucking him. It didn’t take long for Charlie to shoot his load into Julie’s mouth by which time the other two members, Damien and Horse, had appeared in the kitchen.
Horse was got his name from the size of his cock that was 10” long, a fact he was very proud of and he took every opportunity to show why he was called horse. Damien got his name from the occult film the Omen, and he lived up to his name, as he was the devil himself at times.
Horse shoved his meaty cock into Julie’s mouth and Julie knew she had to concentrate to avoid getting choked as he started to face fuck her. It was at this point she felt herself being lifted so she was still bent over and her skirt being pulled over her hips. Julie screamed round Horse’s cock as Damien pushed brutally into Julie sore ass. Tears streamed down her face as Damien thrust brutally in and out of her ass, his laughter ringing in her ears every time she yelled out.
It was a relief to Julie when Horse finally deposited his load into her stomach and that just left Damien. “Suck it bitch” Damien snarled as he pulled roughly out of Julie’s ass and turned her round, forcing her to her knees.
Julie’s felt her brain recoil and her stomach churn as she looked at the cock that had a few seconds before been buried deep in her anal passage. Knowing she had no choice Julie carefully placed the cock near her mouth and started working it with her hand. “I said suck,” Damien laughed cruelly as he grabbed Julie’s head and forced his cock into her mouth.
Julie fought back the nausea as Damien thrust in and out of her mouth and it came as a relief when she felt the first spurt hit her throat Damien laughed as he first spurted, then withdrew his cock quickly, and working it with his hand he sprayed Julie’s face with cum.
Julie went to stand but Damien held her down with a hand on her shoulder. “You haven’t washed your face,” he laughed as the streams of cum dripped from Julie’s cheeks and hair.
Julie watched helplessly as his cock twitched and then a stream of urine hit her full in the face. Closing her mouth and eyes Julie braced herself as Damien pissed over her face laughing manically as he did so. When he had finished he pushed Julie to the floor and turned back to the kitchen table to get his breakfast. Julie bit back the tears of shame and slowly rose to her feet and went to the bathroom.
Coming back a few minutes later Julie heard them talking which turned to hushed tones when she entered the room. They continued to talk in muted voices as she cleaned the kitchen and she could pick up snippets of conversation. ‘How much?’……’Is it trained?’….. ‘Will she go for it?’…… ‘Yeah people will pay loads’ ……. ‘She will do what she is told’
Julie couldn’t make any sense of their conversation and gave up trying to listen. For all she knew they could be planning a robbery, a fight or the kidnapping and raping some poor girl, all three of which they had done over the past years.
That evening Pig, Horse and Damien came through the door in high spirits and slumped in front of the television on the beat up old couch. Julie stood quietly in the background and Pig shouted over his shoulder, “Beers and blowjobs slut, and make sure you are naked.”
Julie unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground, stepping out of it as she pulled her top over her head. Then after collecting the beers from the fridge went back into the front room. Pig had his cock out and was working it with his hand and Julie knew what was expected of her. After handing over the beers Julie crawled in front of Pig, as the men watched some loud porno film, and started to suck his growing cock. Julie didn’t even bother looking up when the door opened and Charlie entered the room to the cheers on the other three.
“Did you get it?” Pig enquired, resting his hand on the top of Julie’s head.
“Yeah” said Charlie, the fixer of the group. If something was wanted Charlie could and would get it.
Julie felt Pig’s grip tighten on her head and wondered what was happening but she didn’t have to wait long. A wet tongue rasped against Julie pussy and ass as she knelt on all fours and although the sensation was amazing Julie couldn’t work out which one of the guys it was. Julie heard the panting noise and felt sharp claws digging into her back and the touch of warm fur against her ass. Realisation shot into Julie’s brain like a lightening bolt and Julie released Pig’s cock from her mouth and shouted, “Noooooooooo” in a long drawn out howl.
“Shut it slut,” Pig snarled as he slapped Julie hard across the face.
Her head still ringing from the blow Julie resigned herself to the fact that she was about to get fucked by a dog. The Alsatian on Julie’s back started to stab frantically with his long red cock until the tip found Julie’s open wet pussy. With a growl of triumph he thrust deep causing Julie to squeal as the cock invaded her.
Julie had been fucked quite a few times but nothing she had experienced prepared her for this. The dog’s cock was hot inside her and the speed and ferocity was like nothing she had ever felt. Julie’s brain was rebelling but her body betrayed her as she felt the sensations overcoming her. Pig had released her head and Julie braced herself against his knees and found herself pushing back to meet the dogs thrusts. The dog’s cock lunged in and out causing her belly to swell as it thrust deep inside.
Gripping Julie’s hair Pig lifted her face to meet his own. “You love it don’t you slut?” Pig said spraying Julie with spittle as he talked.
Julie nodded weakly but this wasn’t enough for Pig, “Say it slut” he said cruelly as he twisted Julie’s hair.
“I love it” Julie sobbed as the dog pounded into her and then as she felt the cock drive even deeper screamed, “I FUCKING LOVE IT,” before surrendering herself to the orgasm that burst through her in waves of pleasure.
The dog’s cock was still buried in Julie when Pig lifted Julie’s head by her hair. “You had better be ready for Saturday night.” He snarled. “Gonna be a lot coming to see you and King perform.”
Over the rest of the week Julie tended to King and she found herself loving the dog more and more. In fact the dog was probably the only one who showed her any kindness, the others wanting nothing to do with her now she had become a ‘dog slut’ as they called her. Julie knew that what she had done was wrong in some ways but as King rolled on his back so she could tickle his tummy she felt a glow in giving him pleasure.
Saturday night came and the room was packed and full of men who were cheering wildly and making a lot of noise. Someone had got hold of a dog porn video that was playing in the corner while heavy rock music thumped out.
Julie sat in the bedroom naked with King at her feet and she could feel him tremble, as he wasn’t sure of his surroundings and what all the noise was about. “Don’t worry boy,” Julie purred and tickled King on his ears, “it will be fine, no one will hurt you.”
King growled contently and his cock started to show from his sheath. Julie bent and stroked it gently murmuring, “Soon baby, your bitch is ready.”
The music stopped abruptly as Julie and King walked into the room and everything went quiet. Julie knelt and began to gently work King with her hand as she had done a few times over the last few days. King responded by licking Julie’s face and when she crawled under him he smelt her arousal and began to lick her pussy as she sucked on his cock.
Soon King’s cock was like steel in Julie’s hand and she knew the time had come for the main act. Sliding from under him Julie knelt on all fours and presented herself and King wasted no time in starting to sniff and lick at Julie’s pussy.
“Mmmmmmm” Julie moaned, “ My wonderful King has a talented tongue.”
Blocking out the crowd of people Julie patted her ass to encourage King and he jumped onto Julie’s back his cock jabbing wildly. Julie put her hands between her legs and grasping his hot cock guided him to her waiting pussy, letting out a deep sigh of contentment as his cock drove home filling her full.
King seemed to sense her acceptance and started to fuck Julie hard, her moans of pleasure seemed to encourage him more. Julie found herself pushing back to meet King’s thrusts and when she felt his knot pressing against her pussy lips it seemed so natural to relax and allow him to enter her.
Julie moaned loudly as the knot opened her and then starting to swell inside her, throbbing and pulsing. Julie’s fingers danced on her clit and King pumped his cum deep into her body as her orgasm burst through her body. The shouts and cheers from the room bought Julie back to reality as King was still buried deep in her pussy. “Thank you lover” Julie whispered under her breath and then yelled loudly as King was roughly pulled from her body and a cock thrust in. Julie tuned out as the man humped and grunted looking forward to the next time she could be with her true love, King.
The End.
