Truth or Dare
By Shady Lady Julie.
We had been consuming cheap wine all evening and somehow played a silly game of ‘truth or dare.’ I was still a little flushed from my dare, walking from the room we shared in a university student block on the second floor to the ground-floor common room. The walk itself I had done many times. The fact I had to do it wearing nothing but my bunny slippers made it a huge rush. I didn’t see anyone, but the anticipation of any door opening and being caught made my heart beat faster and, if I am honest, turned me on.
“Your go, Sandy, Truth or Dare?”
“Truth,” Sandy said with a smile.
“What’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done?” I said, not sure why I said it.
I saw Sandy momentarily pause before she said, “It all started in my last year at high school, and it involved Benny.”
I could feel my heart jump into my throat as I knew she must mean the same Benny in the picture beside her bed with her arms wrapped around his neck. It was a picture showing her love and affection for Benny. The bit that shocked me was Benny was the family Labrador.
“My parents were away on holiday, and I had the house to myself on the understanding of no parties and no boys. I was happy to agree to the first one, but as the no boys, Mum and Dad didn’t say I couldn’t see them, just not in the house.
It was the Monday after they had left on the previous Saturday, and I had been out with Rob, my boyfriend at the time, and things got pretty steamy. He wanted to return to mine as he knew my parents were away, but I wouldn’t let him as a promise is a promise. So as a compromise, I let him fuck my brains out in the back seat of his car.”
We both giggled at this point as she had previously told me about Rob and described him as an OK guy, a bit boring perhaps, but the great thing about him was he had a huge cock and could fuck all night.
Sandy said, “I was in the bathroom, totally naked, the smell of sex wafting out of my pussy, with dreams of him pounding me in the back seat of his car still running through my head. When I dropped my shampoo bottle just as I was getting ready to take my shower. It rolled behind the toilet, and I had to kneel on the tiles to reach it.
“First, I put a towel down to kneel as the tiles were cold and hard. It was just out of reach, so I lowered my head and stretched my arm out for it. I was wearing a stainless steel ID bracelet caught on the handle of the water stop cock behind the toilet, near the floor.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of Sandy in that position.
“So there I was, wrist caught so I couldn’t move, kneeling on a towel, my ass up and my head down, boobs flat on the floor, my pussy still damp from both my dreams and from what he left in me last night, which was coating the outer lips and still a bit sticky on the inside of my thighs. Benny had followed me in, and the next thing I knew, I felt his nose pressing against my pussy, inhaling that sweet smell of a well-fucked pussy, and that’s when he started licking me.”
My giggles died and turned to shock as I found my throat had gone dry. I nodded before Sandy went on.
“That’s all I needed because I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt after the shock and surprise wore off! I was groaning and grunting as that wonderful tongue just ran from my clit to my anal star, back and forth, and I could feel myself building and building. I almost didn’t need a shower down there as he cleaned me up nicely, his tongue getting inside and working its way deeper and deeper, with me now thrusting back on his muzzle.”
The room was silent as she blushed deeply and said quietly, “I came twice, each more intense than the last. Finally, my knees gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor, my legs shaking and quivering.”
I was speechless, and my head was spinning at her revelation. I knew I should be revolted, yet the smell of my own sex wafting up told me a different story. I could see she hadn’t finished her story, and I croaked out, “Did he?”
Sandy laughed. “Not that day, I was too tingly, and he didn’t know what to do, but it wasn’t too many nights later he had me in my bedroom, making me his bitch. OK, I had to watch a few bestiality porn movies to see how it was done and dithered about doing it, but the memory of his tongue in my pussy kept coming back, and I just knew I had to see what else I could manage.”
I was still in shock, unsure what to say, but I saw her glance at my chest, and when I looked down, I could see my nipples were as hard as chapel hat pegs.
“Do you still?” I managed to croak.
“Since then, I never went back to guys, broke up with my boyfriend, and I am Benny’s bitch as often as I can get away with it.” Quietly she said, “You can come and stay next holiday if you want. My parents will be away.”
To my shock, I found myself uttering a single word.
The End.
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