The Reluctant One

By kennyif.
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I’ve been mostly a plain Jane for as long as I can remember, not a tomboy, and certainly a late bloomer when it came to filling out through my teen years. I had tried my hand at sports to be more popular, but I hadn’t developed any muscles or aptitude for playing sports. I liked to run and tried out for the normal girl’s sports throughout high school, rarely making any team. I was just too thin and gangly to do very well. My best sport was running, not that I was any more proficient at it than other sports, just that it was so individual, and I could practice most nights and weekends at my own pace without feeling like I was terrible at it or letting a team down. This continued through college to the present day.

So here I am at 24, kind of an ordinary girl, still thin, flat-chested, and except for what’s turned out to be a cute butt, nothing much to look at. I’ve had my share of dates or requests for dates, mostly with nerdy or equally geeky-looking guys, but never much more than that. I stood 5’5″ with straight shoulder-length hair that always seemed to need a brushing. I never spent a lot of time with make-up or fashionable clothes, spending money more on comfort clothing unless it had to do with my running. I still liked to go out, run for 4-10 miles on the road, and enter the occasional road race, just for fun. My story starts with one such race.

I had planned to run a race that started and ended on the local university’s track and wound its way up and through a hilly canyon. I had run the race before, and although steep the first half of the race, the latter portion of the run was a slow, windy run down the canyon with a beautiful view of the bay. This more than made up for the stress of the earlier part of the run. I had run this twice before and enjoyed it.

I got dressed in my usual attire, a light white t-shirt with a green singlet over it and a green and white pair of shorts with white cotton panties. I didn’t wear a bra as my A-cups didn’t need much help staying put, and the white t-shirt was a snug fit on my body. I got to the race early, and it was still a bit chilly. I registered and took off my singlet to evenly attach the number to the front, then put it back on. It was then I noticed my nipples were hard from the chill.

At about the same time, I heard someone say, “That’s a great idea,” and looked up to see a 40ish-looking woman smiling at me.

She commented that having the singlet over the t-shirt allowed me to put the number on straight without exposing myself or poking myself with one of the pins. She walked right up to me and pulled the singlet straight down to look at the number and commented it looked perfect, then smiled at me and walked away. Odd, I thought, and I glanced at her walking away, somewhat dumbfounded. I noticed she had nice shapely legs and a firm-looking ass, which I caught myself staring at a moment. Until she turned around and looked back at me and smiled. I blushed, waved, and quickly turned around to warm up. I hadn’t been attracted to women, although certainly, I could see how we are attractive. I continued a light walk and stretched before the race began, remembering I had to run still.

The race was largely uneventful, except the day quickly got very hot. I worked up a good sweat and enjoyed what I could of the run even though I was dripping from head to toe. I had finished, as I usually do, not anywhere close to the front. I worked my way over to the refreshments and quickly downed an entire bottle of ice-cold water. God, that was good. I grabbed another bottle and started to swig it down when I felt a touch on my shoulder. The lady I had run into earlier was there and asked how I was doing.

I said, “Fine. I was just hot as hell and dripping wet.”

She said, “Come with me. I think I can help you.”

Naively I followed her into the parking lot to her minivan. She opened the back, put a towel down on the bumper, and asked me to sit down. She grabbed another towel while I was drinking some more water. She started wiping the sweat from my forehead and hair, then caressed my face, pulling me a bit toward her as she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I was in a state of disbelief but found myself responding. She said she’d wanted me since she saw my rock-hard nipples earlier. I didn’t know what to say. I then realized her hand was on my left leg, no make that my left thigh and rising to my crotch.

As her hand slid under my shorts and rubbed my pussy through my sweat-soaked panties, I sat there in disbelief. I thought I had just died and gone to heaven. The feeling drained from the heat and run, and the adrenaline of her kiss and touch made me lose touch with reality. I let out an, “Oh fuck,” and leaned back into the minivan until I rested upon some box there.

She then pulled aside the cloth of my panties, stuck a finger in my slit, and rubbed up and down while her thumb found my little nub of a clit and pressed firmly in a circular motion for a few moments, then withdrew her hand.

“Yes, you were very wet indeed. I need to taste this sweet pussy, but this is too out in the open.”

She reached out for my hand, helped pull me out of the back of the minivan, led me to the passenger side door, and let me in. Confused but aroused, I jumped in, but not without her helping me by firmly putting a hand on my ass to assist. Before I knew it, we were rolling out of the parking lot on the way to what I assumed was her home. As I came back to my senses, I realized we would have sex. I know, naive. I looked at her, looking for the first time. While she was somewhere in her forties, I assumed she was in good shape. She wasn’t thin, but not too thick. Her breasts were in a sports bra of some kind, which pressed them flat without trying to give any hint of shape.

When I tried to look at her face more closely, we’d come to a stoplight. She looked at me, and I blushed deeply this time. She spoke, “You don’t have to be ashamed of wanting to be with me. I was thinking of you the whole run too! When I ran into you after the race, and you told me how wet you were, I couldn’t help myself. I can’t wait until I get you home.”

She thought I was hot for her, and I got nervous. I’d never been with a woman and didn’t know what to expect. However, those few moments she kissed and touched me did get me excited. I guess I was too quiet in thought. Lost in my battle of nerves and excitement. I heard her saying something, but it didn’t register. Then I heard her say her name was Mary and what was I thinking about.

“Oh, sorry, I’m Pam. I’m just a bit nervous—ah, I haven’t done anything like—”

She cut me off. “Here we are,” she pulled up into an apartment complex. “I don’t normally get to play with another woman that often since I moved in with my partner. Come inside, and let’s take a hot shower and get to know each other. Then it won’t feel like we don’t know each other.”

It was as if I was in a trance. I didn’t know what to do, but instinctively I got out of the minivan and met the woman at the back. She took my hand and led me to her apartment. Once inside, she dropped her purse, keys, and bag, pulled me into her arms, and forcefully pushed me back into the now-closed front door while starting to kiss me, quickly on the lips but then on my ears and neck. I was back to being stunned and out of control. She muttered that I tasted good, somewhat salty as expected. She had her hands rubbing my thin thighs on the outside, and she slowly started working her right thigh into my crotch.

She lifted her leg slightly and tried to spread my legs so I’d ride her thigh. Like on autopilot, I spread my legs and allowed it to happen. It started to feel good. Then, without warning, she stepped back and pulled up my t-shirt while the singlet went with it to expose my small naked breasts. In one fell swoop, her mouth clamped on my right nipple. I noticed how hard they were and how nice and hot her lips were. Then tongue felt playing with that nipple.

I hadn’t noticed that my pussy was no longer in contact with her thigh, but I kept my legs spread. I was enjoying the moment. She switched too briefly to my left nipple, licking it like she was bathing me and just savoring the flavor. Mary then pulled both my tops off the rest of the way and said, “Let’s hit the shower.”

With that, she turned around and started kicking off her shoes and getting undressed further as she walked towards the back of the apartment. I followed, a little apprehensive, curious and wobbly. When I got to the hallway, I was unsure where to go or what to do next. I then heard the shower turn on and looked into the second door down, and Mary was standing there nude reaching up to take a spare towel out of the small cabinet.

She remarked, “Not bad for 46.”

She showed me her figure, first from the front and then doing a spin to show me her body. She looked great for her age, but stare was all I could manage to do for an answer. She had thicker legs from curvier, more defined calves to solid but not fat thighs leading up to her shapely round ass. I had noticed some kind of horizontal tattoo on her back above her ass. She also had a full, thick but groomed pussy that I could tell with a thin waist. But what caught my attention were her breasts. They were maybe a c cup and hung down a bit with large and dark areolas. She had nipples as large as my thumb to the first knuckle, both in length and thickness.

“Oh, baby,” she purred, “You just want me right now, don’t you?” and stepped toward me, kissing me softly and tweaking my nipples with her hands.

I started going weak-kneed again as she pushed me back against the open door frame where I could retreat no more. She felt so sensual kissing my lips. I realized for the first time the different feeling it was to kiss a woman than the few men, a much smoother face and seemingly a longing that she knew what I wanted. Her hands left my nipples and reached out and touched and held my corresponding hand on each side of my body as she slithered up closer to me, similar to how we were earlier. She pressed a leg between mine, held my hands back, and started working her lips on my cheek to my right ear, then back across to my left ear, nibbling and licking each ear wantonly. She then let go of my hands and reached for the waistband of my running shorts, which I didn’t remember still having on.

She stepped back and slowly but methodically worked them down to my ankles, first off one foot, then the other. My God, I was helping! What was I doing? Before I had another chance to think twice, I felt a hot breath on my sex, followed by a firm but loving kiss in the crease between my left leg and abdomen. It tickled. I also pulled away from her, opening up my pussy for access. She wasted no time diving in and licking my clit a few times, making me utter a few moans. After a few licks of my pouty lips, she stood up abruptly, took my hand, and hurriedly pulled me into the next room, a bedroom. She spun me around and gently pushed me back onto the bed with my legs hanging over the edge still. She dropped to her knees, crept back between my legs, and started darting her tongue in and out of my sopping wet pussy.

The next few minutes were a blur. I’d had oral performed on me a few times but never spreading for a woman or anyone in daylight. However, that didn’t seem to matter. Mary licked all over my pussy, bathing it in her saliva. Then she just honed in on my hole and gave it a thorough prodding with her tongue, the join by a finger, then another. Unconsciously, I pulled back both my legs to allow this vaginal intrusion. Mary took this as a hint, pulled her head back, and started furiously finger fucking my hairy pussy. She joined the third finger together and started banging roughly into my hole, trying to invade it.

Then it came. It wasn’t so much the normal built-up for the few good orgasms I’ve had before. This was like being outside on an airport runway but not knowing it. Then you hear a light hum then rumble, and before you know it, the plane is passing right over you as loud as can be, shaking you to your roots. I started shaking and humping back onto Mary’s hand, trying to push the whole thing in my cunt. Yes, it was not the cunt I was thinking about. I was on fire and shaking uncontrollably but soon started to slow down. My breathing started returning to normal, and as I was finally catching my breath, I could see Mary licking her fingers, the same ones that just plowed into me.

I suddenly became very self-aware. I was naked, though, with my shoes and socks still on. However, I had my legs pulled back and spread out for almost a stranger. A woman, and she just made me cum. Hard! Mary was smiling and looking at me with lust in her eyes.

She said, “That was hot. I’m dripping and can’t wait until you lick my pussy.”

She proceeded to pop onto the bed next to me and held me, running one of her hands lightly over my breasts and stomach, occasionally stroking my face. I had long since lowered my legs and just felt like running away. The only thing on my mind was that she expected me to lick her. I hadn’t thought of that or anything. This was a whirlwind, and my lack of experience and assertiveness had put me squarely on the horns of a dilemma. I was no longer in a haze of sexual frenzy or delirium and hadn’t given any thought to reciprocating any pleasure. I hadn’t even thought of doing anything to her or any woman besides a passing fantasy discussion with one of the few guys I’d had sex with. I was getting anxious and right about at my peak of nerves.

Mary asked what I was thinking about. I just blurted it out somehow that I couldn’t do that with her. This was a mistake, and I didn’t know what I was doing here.

It was as if I hit Mary with a cold slap. She bolted up and was very agitated at first, then started to calm down a bit. I found myself whimpering a bit and saying I was sorry repeatedly. I also said I was not sure what I was doing her, and it was nice and all, but I didn’t know what was going to happen overall. That she made me feel good, and I don’t get that feeling all that often, but I didn’t want to touch or taste a woman, preferring to have sex from a male, and I wanted to have a dick in me when I have sex. I could tell she was still upset, but she calmed down.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, she said, “Why don’t you take a quick shower, and I’ll take you back to your car.”

Whew, I thought. I was relieved. I got up and followed Mary again into the bathroom. The woman just washed and dried her hands and didn’t say anything. Then she just pulled the door shut without even glancing in my general direction, even though the mirror. I felt bad.

I started the shower, took off the shoes and socks I was wearing, picked up my running shorts, and put them on the toilet seat rather than leaving them on the ground. I looked for my shirt and singlet and remembered they were in the front room. I’d just pick them up and put them on when I was done here. I hoped they were dry by now and not very smelly. At least I’d have a shower to clean myself and clear my head a bit. The water felt good running over me. I had it on extra hot and didn’t want to wash or touch myself, just let the water cascade over my body and bring me out of my funk. My pale skin started to turn a hot pink from the temperature.

Finally, I felt ready to head out without even washing anything but a casual, quick splash of water on my pussy. I dried off slowly, not savoring being clean or even thinking of the orgasm that had washed over me, just feeling the need to get out as soon as possible. This is how men probably felt after a one-night stand when leaving me. I giggled at that thought. I quickly put on my socks, shoes, and shorts – again remembering my tops were in the other room. After a quick drying of my hair, I hung up the wet towel, trying to brush it with the towel somehow. I didn’t feel it was right to use her brush or comb sitting on the sink.

I bounded out of the bathroom with renewed courage, hoping to make the best of an awkward situation by ignoring it, when I was stunned at what I saw. It was a rather tall, thicker woman standing next to Mary. She was probably about Mary’s age, give or take a few years. Not heavyset, just carried more weight on her all-around, unlike Mary or me. Next to her on a lease was a German shepherd, the usual combination of grey and black. I liked dogs but hadn’t had any since I was young. I wasn’t afraid of the dog, just surprised by their appearance.

The dog was sitting and appeared happy to see me. The woman, on the other hand, did not. “This is my friend Carrie,” Mary introduced, “she was just out walking her dog and stopped over.”

Carrie nodded, issued the command to stay to her dog, let go of the lease, and reached out her hand, saying.

“Hi,” I said and took a couple of steps, reached my hand out, and gently started to shake her hand when I realized I was still topless.

I started to excuse myself and pull away, but Carrie held my hand firmly and said she hadn’t seen enough of me yet. Then she roughly yanked me towards her and held me tight, looking directly into my eyes.

“I hear you weren’t too friendly to Mary today after she was so hospitable.” I started to tremble a little. I said I’m sorry, but I don’t like having sex with women. Carrie just smiled at first. “Perhaps you don’t know, but you can learn to like it. Don’t worry, I hear you like to get fucked by males, and we’ll make sure you get your wish.”

As a much larger woman, she grabbed my hands and quickly had them pushed behind me. I felt something cramping on my wrists at about the same time I felt a presence from behind. It was Mary, and I hadn’t seen her move there. It felt like handcuffs but not metal. I didn’t have much choice in the matter but still protested and started to get vocal. As Mary held my arms, Carrie put some cloth in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she held it. There was some duct tape. It didn’t all fit in my mouth, but the tape still held it there firmly as my protests now grew with intensity but were quite muffled.

I struggled, then realized I had free use of my legs and pulled back and kicked Carrie. Before I knew what was cumming Carrie swapped my face hard with an open hand, knocking any sense and thoughts out of my head. I got dizzy. I was turned around, then pushed and prodded back into the bedroom. I was placed face forward at the end of the bed and held there by Carrie. I started to cry. I could feel one of my legs grabbed and something tied to them, and I struggled to pull away.

At this point, Carrie pushed her knee hard into my ass, lowered herself a bit, separated my legs with her knee, got both her legs there, and leaned heavily on me. I didn’t have much room to move now. I still struggled, but eventually, both legs were tied to the corresponding lower portion of a bedpost.

Carrie let up her weight off me and told me that I could struggle and get rope burns or cooperate, and it will all be a bit easier for me. Besides, I could probably awkwardly stand up, but I wasn’t going to have much success in moving. I just laid there whimpering a bit and wondering what would happen. I felt a presence on the bed and looked up. It was Mary.

“I called Carrie and told her what happened,” Mary said, “I felt hurt and dissatisfied with our earlier encounter. She said she could help me.”

Then she slipped off the bed. I felt a rough hand on my shorts caressing my ass, then crudely reaching up to one leg and fumbling for my pussy.

Finding it, I heard Carrie say, “Put some lube on that vibrator. We want her to feel comfortable and aroused. After we are satisfied, we can see her cunt being abused. If she’s a good girl, she’ll get to cum later.”

A few moments later, I heard a low hum and felt another cool breeze between my legs as the fabric of my running shorts was pulled aside. The vibrator was lightly rubbed up and down my slit a few times. Then it found the mark it was looking for and pushed purposefully into my pussy. I left out a sharp moan. In and out, it was slid, just a few inches at a time both ways. Although I was trying not to feel anything and my clit was being left alone, slowly, I started to make the best of it and relaxed. Within minutes I knew I was now wetter due to my feelings and reactions.

I felt that presence again on the bed. It was Mary again. She asked how I was enjoying myself. It was a rhetorical question, and I had no way of answering well, even if I wanted to. Then she asked how I liked a mouth full of Carrie’s panties and did I like the smell. I could sense a dry mouth due to the cotton panties and nothing else. But the thought they were her panties crept into my mind. Mary shuffles around a bit more on the bed, placing what looks like they were pillows in the middle. Then she crawled onto the bed and tried to put her legs on either side of me. I realized then that she was naked. I could see her pussy, full of hair, just a few inches away from me.

Then I heard Carrie speak, “We will remove your gag. Your goal is to give Mary what she deserves and what she did for you. She just wanted an orgasm. If you holler, we’ll gag you back. Then I’ll clean up this vibrator and stuff it up your ass. Then, I’ll pull it out, and you’ll have to clean it off with your mouth so I can use it on your cunt again. Isn’t that considerate? I wouldn’t want to put something in your ass right back in your cunt. It could lead to infection.”

Mary slowly removed the duct tape from my face and pulled the panties out. While that was happening, Carrie turned on the vibrator and slowly worked it on my clit. I’m resigned to my fate as my body responds more and more to the vibrator. Mary edged up closer. I could smell the distinct aroma of a woman’s sex, different from mine but close enough to know it. Another nudge, and I was nose deep in her pussy hair. I didn’t move. Then I felt her two hands grab the sides of my head, tilt it up a bit, and see Mary’s eyes looking at me.

“Lick me nice and slow like a good little girl, and maybe you’ll get the fucking you wanted.”

I was scared and unsure. My pussy was starting to get on fire with the tiny vibrator rubbing in and out of my lips. Then I felt it slide down to my ass. “No, please,” I whimpered, “I don’t know what to do but don’t stick that in my ass.”

Carrie’s circling my asshole with the vibrator, then slowly put the tip in my hole and wiggled it. “If you start making her moan, I’ll turn off the vibrator and lick you.” And she wasn’t stopping the slow insertion.

“Mary,” I plead, “how do I do this?”

After a low laugh and smirk, she told me to stick out my tongue. When I did, she moved the rest of the way to put her pussy on it.

“Thinking of your tongue like a pencil or pen and writing the alphabet. Soon enough, you’ll know the letters I like.”

It sounded silly, but I jumped on it with my ass starting to feel an intrusion. I just started moving. By the end of letter D, she let out a slight moan. True to her word, the anal probing stopped. I paused for a moment but returned to the alphabet. When I hit the letter ‘I,’ my tongue ran most of the length of her slit and caught her clit. As I was starting the letter ‘J,’ I was instructed to go back and repeat that for a while. I did. I first felt like I could taste something more than just the aroma.

It wasn’t half bad. I can’t say it was great, but the more I did it, the more Mary got into it, and I felt better overall. I hadn’t paid much attention to behind me but felt a finger slowly rubbing my pussy. I could tell it was a finger as I felt the fingernail occasionally flick my clit. I found I had stopped with the letters and was just exploring Mary’s pussy. Trying to mimic what the finger was doing to me. It was almost an unconscious act. Soon Mary was starting to grind on my face and just trying to use my face and tongue as her toy.

Without a lot of warning, she shouted, “Suck on my clit!”

I didn’t hesitate. It took me a moment, but I found it purely through the touch of my lips and sucked.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck me, God, that’s good, make me cum, you slut. Make me cum.”

I couldn’t type the sounds she made as she convulsed on my lips for a few seconds. Then like I was sucking all the air out of her, she sharply straightened up, wrapping her legs as close to my head as our positions would allow. As this was happening, I discovered that Carrie had somehow gotten her head between my legs and started licking my pussy. I wasn’t sure what to feel again, although, for a few moments, it was hard to breathe. I tried licking Mary, but just like the few orgasms I’ve had, she was a bit ticklish after her cum. But I wasn’t feeling ticklish at the moment. I was enjoying being licked by Carrie.

Not that she was any better, worse, or different than Mary, probably just a bit harder on me, it just wasn’t the first time I’ve been eaten, and I didn’t even remember that I was tied up and couldn’t do anything to stop it. I certainly didn’t plead for her to stop as Mary pulled herself up and rolled away from me, just laying on the bed, cuddling a pillow. After a few minutes, Mary came to her senses and spoke to me as I was starting to drift into a dream-like state. “Now, wouldn’t this have been a lot nicer had you just done that for me earlier? That wasn’t so bad now, was it?

She was right. I know I was motivated to do it, but it wasn’t bad. I don’t know how long I could do that or if I wanted to again, but at the minimum, it was an experience, and I was a bit smug as well, knowing I got another woman off.

I started to feel good from the oral and started my grinding. That’s when Carrie stopped and moved away from me. That was odd. I wanted her to continue. Carrie asked if I liked that, and I quickly responded I sure did. She asked if I wanted to be licked more. I guessed it was pretty easy to see. I liked that and said please instead of yes.

“Well,” Carries said, “if you are as good of a pussy licker as you were with Mary, maybe we’ll get you both licked and fucked.”

Carrie jumped up on the bed, kept her legs over my outstretched and tied-up arms, and shoved her pussy into my smeared face. I hesitated only in that Carrie was completely shaven. I could see everything, and her pussy looked so plain but red. I was thinking she had to be doing something with her pussy earlier. Then I started licking. She tasted different.

Salty and a bit more smelly than Mary. I got over it a bit and found that the more I licked around and got through the initially poor taste, it started becoming sweeter. Carrie wasn’t much of a moaner but made these tiny little noises off and on like I was shocking her pleasantly. And I liked her a lot. So much so that my inexperienced tongue and jaw were aching. Oddly, I was trying to get to my goal of getting her off and getting my orgasm. I had long ago resigned myself that the fuck I would get was from one of them and some device. I think it’s called a strap-on.

Time had passed. I don’t know how much. I was less interested in getting Carrie off, but just due to my soreness. I was also growing old with the binds that tied me. But I kept at it.

Carrie had been praising me off and on and twitched here and there but didn’t seem to be getting any closer to an orgasm. Oddly, Carrie asked Mary to check on her dog. I couldn’t see what Mary had been doing to my limited line of sight but suspected she and Carrie were touching and kissing. As Mary passed by me, I felt her hand rub my ass and pussy, reaching under me and seeing that I was still wet, even briefly putting a couple of fingers in me. That seemed to wake me up a bit. I licked with renewed vigor even though I was sore. Some moments passed, and Mary returned and announced that Carrie’s dog was just fine, had just been sleeping by the door when it was opened.

Carrie said thanks for checking and also for getting me more aroused. “Maybe you should arouse her, so this slut gets more motivated to get me off.”

Mary agreed, and soon I felt a tongue licking me, but that couldn’t be Mary’s tongue as it was much longer, and I didn’t concentrate on my pussy.

Oh no, it’s the dog!

“No!” I shouted.

Carrie just grabbed my head and buried it in her hairless pussy. I made several protests, but all were muffled. Carrie relaxed her grip and looked at me while I caught my breath.

“He’ll stop licking you when you get me off. So get to it bitch.”

I eagerly went back to work. But I was very distracted. Both from the licking the dog was giving me and that it was a dog, how could I enjoy it? Occasionally the dog would part my pussy lips and get further into me, and I’d elicit a deep moan. This moan seemed to help Carrie. I discovered moaning, groaning, growling, and humming seemed to be something she liked. Soon enough, I could feel that Carrie was starting to get closer.

She was breathing heavier but still not saying much until she just let out, “I’m gonna cum.”

And she did, squirting on my face and into my mouth. It was a sour liquid, and I thought she was peeing on me. It was not pleasant.

After this was done and I was still trying to get the taste out of my mouth, Carrie looked at me pitifully. “I bet you’ve never had a squirter before.” I didn’t even know what one was. “Whew, that was good even though it took a while. Maybe next time I’ll let you eat me when I haven’t just been fucking and had cum in me.”

So that’s why it tasted funny before and had that smell. I started to feel even more disgusted. That feeling didn’t last long as Carrie suggested Mary clean me up. Mary was dabbling my face with a cloth for a few moments, and I felt the dog licking me again. After the orgasm hit Carrie, I didn’t remember the dog stop, but it started again. I began to speak, but instead of words coming out about the dog, the cloth was pushed into my mouth again. What now! As I started to struggle in a vain attempt to speak or spit out the gag, Mary proudly announced that I earned my fucking that I had been promised.

“Let’s get your dog ready,” she said.

No, hell no, this wasn’t going to happen. But I still couldn’t do anything about it. There were moments when I thought they were just joking as I could hear but not see anything going on behind me, but nothing touching me or not much noise. Finally, Carrie announced they were ready.

She came up to my face and told me I was in for a treat. She knew what a good fuck her dog was and hoped I’d enjoyed tasting him earlier. Maybe she’d let me suck him off later. It was the dog’s cum I had tasted! No way, she had to be lying. But sure enough, I feel the dog jump up on me from behind. With help from Carrie on the bed and, I assume, Mary, they helped this humping German Shepherd get in a good position. I could feel something poking the side of one ass cheek a few times. Then I felt my ass spread apart and the dog’s cock hitting close to my asshole. I grew very concerned very quickly.

But just a quick, I got pulled on my shoulders by Carrie, which raised my body some. Carrie jumped off the bed, and I felt her kneeling by my right leg, assumingly helping the dog. She took one hand and felt for my pussy, and then I believe she pushed the dog’s cock right in front of my hole. I assumed this because straight after she pulled out her hand, I felt a stabbing into my cunt followed but a quicker stabbing and then a full thrusting. The dog nuzzled up next to my neck so I could feel his breathing, and he tried wrapping his front paws around me. But basically, I mostly felt something invading my cunt quickly, repeatedly, and relatively deep.

My cunt was being used by the dog, and all I could do was moan into the gag. But that didn’t last long. Carrie ripped the gag out of my mouth, and I just panted. I was being invaded, used. Then I felt a lot of pressure on my pussy lips, and it started to be a bit painful.

“My dog is going to breed you,” Carrie remarked.

Mary added, “Now maybe you’ll know how used I felt earlier.”

All I could do was pant and gasp as my pussy started stretching. What was probably a short while but felt like an eternity, the dog stopped pushing and held me. I wondered what was happening, but then I knew.

I felt a flood of cum being emptied into me. I could also feel some of it starting to leak out. Carrie remarked, “Shit, he didn’t tie her. Maybe next time we can loosen that cunt up some and let the bitch be used.”

I didn’t know what tie meant, but I did feel used. I had the dog’s cum in me and now starting to dribble down my legs. That changed soon enough when the dog pulled back, and the bit that was wedged in my pussy was yanked out. Again, it was painful, and it didn’t help that more cum was now gushing out of me.

Again, oblivious to anything by my feelings, I finally noticed Mary with a digital camera taking pictures. I felt embarrassed again. “These are just for me unless you have an issue with what happened here today and decide to tell someone. We’ll suggest that you ask for this treatment, and we’ll still spread the pictures around.”

Although embarrassed and hurting more since I was still tied up and leaking cum, oddly, I didn’t feel that bad other than needing to cum myself. For some reason, what I asked for was to get off.

They both helped get me untied, and they rubbed some lotion on the spots I complained about and told me to go ahead, get yourself off. I didn’t feel shy anymore and jumped on the bed, spread my legs wide, and started frigging myself. I was all kinds of wet from the dog semen, and I’m sure some of my juices. Mary and Carrie grabbed a leg and helped keep me spread as I furiously frigged myself. It took a lot longer than I thought, but after about 10 minutes, I felt the pangs of an orgasm building.

The dog reappeared and started licking my pussy again at about the same time. I just leaned back and let it happen. As the dog snaked its tongue in and out of my pussy, I screamed that I was cumming and such a slut. The dog got distracted by all the noise, but I was already shaking and convulsing. I felt my legs get released, and I just curled up more on the bed and relished the feeling until I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I was cold and certainly had a stale smell. Carrie had left with her dog, and Mary just told me I could take a shower, she’d drive me back, and thanks for the show. I mumbled that perhaps we could do it again sometime and headed off to the bathroom.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even the limited editing done here doesn’t always mean the narrative/plot flaws in a story are fixed.

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