was not the feel of a thick cock probing into me, and me not in any position to resist, proving to be something of a turn-on? I pushed that thought aside before it should make me disgusted with myself and gave myself over instead to the inevitable surrender of my flesh, yet again, to my giant master. And he did not disappoint me.
'He fucked you like a dog?' Anne-Marie exclaimed, her eyes wide, though not entirely, I suspected, from horror. She shook her head in a dramatic gesture that was supposed to signify revulsion but which failed to do so. 'Oh, how awful!'
'Actually, it was pretty good,' I confessed. 'After all, we've all done it that way even if it's been on our hands and knees, and once I was able to forget that I'd been made to walk there all the way in that position, well, it was as good as the time before that. And doing it that way adds so much extra penetration! I felt as if he was going to come up my throat!'
'Yuk, Teenie, you're disgusting!' Anne-Marie cried, but then she began to laugh and Andrea joined in.
'Well, if you don't laugh, you cry, or so my dad likes to keep telling me,' I retorted. 'I must have looked quite a sight, I suppose, but I was soon past caring about how I looked.'
'You reckon Meg was watching?' Andrea asked.
I shrugged. 'Maybe. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had suddenly come out of the woods, but then she probably had other things to do. Greg had this guy who made all manner of things, from leather corsets to that awful bodysuit, and it was him Meg was getting to sort out my new outfit to her specifications.'
'A dog suit?' Andrea asked almost eagerly.
'Don't get ahead,' I said, 'all in good time. I could do with a cup of tea first, if nobody minds.'
'There's still plenty of brandy left.' She nodded towards the bottle.
I shook my head. 'There may be, but unless you want me crashing out before I've finished, I'll give it a miss for now. I feel exhausted and we've had several already.'
'True,' my friend agreed, turning to Andrea. 'Go put the kettle on, sweetie,' she said, 'and bring in that big box of chocolate biscuits I've been saving since Christmas. I brought them with me in my pink-and-white carrier bag but I think it's still in the car.'
Actually, even if mad Meg had suddenly stepped out from between the trees, I doubt I could have cared less for I was resolved I would bear whatever indignities she cooked up for me and allow her to think she could beat my spirit down without recourse to any real physical punishment. Besides, all the while Erik was giving me a good old servicing trying to focus my brain on anything else was well beyond my capabilities.
Little exploding lights again... and then big exploding lights... I should probably have fallen despite the supposed advantage of having four legs for balancing instead of just two had he not kept such a tight hold on me throughout. And then I was pushing backwards to meet his thrusts with as much vigour as he was displaying, if not as much strength. I could hear the wet slushy sounds we were making, seemingly amplified through the son-et-lumiere that had invaded my head, but far from making me feel ashamed the sound excited me even more and I heard a weird howling sound I knew could only be coming from my own throat.
I heard Erik, too, though what he was saying I had no idea for most of it was in his native tongue and only the odd 'bitch' and 'dog' made any sense to me at all. Again, I should have been mortified to be called such names, but I wasn't, not at that moment, at any rate. He could call me whatever he wanted to all the time he was doing what he was doing to me, and as you and I both know, all the time in Erik's case was quite a long time...
I was allowed to lie on the grass for a while when he had finally finished with me while he sat nearby, leaning against a tree and regarding me with what I realised was fondness. I crawled nearer to him and would have repeated my ministrations of earlier in
'He fucked you like a dog?' Anne-Marie exclaimed, her eyes wide, though not entirely, I suspected, from horror. She shook her head in a dramatic gesture that was supposed to signify revulsion but which failed to do so. 'Oh, how awful!'
'Actually, it was pretty good,' I confessed. 'After all, we've all done it that way even if it's been on our hands and knees, and once I was able to forget that I'd been made to walk there all the way in that position, well, it was as good as the time before that. And doing it that way adds so much extra penetration! I felt as if he was going to come up my throat!'
'Yuk, Teenie, you're disgusting!' Anne-Marie cried, but then she began to laugh and Andrea joined in.
'Well, if you don't laugh, you cry, or so my dad likes to keep telling me,' I retorted. 'I must have looked quite a sight, I suppose, but I was soon past caring about how I looked.'
'You reckon Meg was watching?' Andrea asked.
I shrugged. 'Maybe. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had suddenly come out of the woods, but then she probably had other things to do. Greg had this guy who made all manner of things, from leather corsets to that awful bodysuit, and it was him Meg was getting to sort out my new outfit to her specifications.'
'A dog suit?' Andrea asked almost eagerly.
'Don't get ahead,' I said, 'all in good time. I could do with a cup of tea first, if nobody minds.'
'There's still plenty of brandy left.' She nodded towards the bottle.
I shook my head. 'There may be, but unless you want me crashing out before I've finished, I'll give it a miss for now. I feel exhausted and we've had several already.'
'True,' my friend agreed, turning to Andrea. 'Go put the kettle on, sweetie,' she said, 'and bring in that big box of chocolate biscuits I've been saving since Christmas. I brought them with me in my pink-and-white carrier bag but I think it's still in the car.'
Actually, even if mad Meg had suddenly stepped out from between the trees, I doubt I could have cared less for I was resolved I would bear whatever indignities she cooked up for me and allow her to think she could beat my spirit down without recourse to any real physical punishment. Besides, all the while Erik was giving me a good old servicing trying to focus my brain on anything else was well beyond my capabilities.
Little exploding lights again... and then big exploding lights... I should probably have fallen despite the supposed advantage of having four legs for balancing instead of just two had he not kept such a tight hold on me throughout. And then I was pushing backwards to meet his thrusts with as much vigour as he was displaying, if not as much strength. I could hear the wet slushy sounds we were making, seemingly amplified through the son-et-lumiere that had invaded my head, but far from making me feel ashamed the sound excited me even more and I heard a weird howling sound I knew could only be coming from my own throat.
I heard Erik, too, though what he was saying I had no idea for most of it was in his native tongue and only the odd 'bitch' and 'dog' made any sense to me at all. Again, I should have been mortified to be called such names, but I wasn't, not at that moment, at any rate. He could call me whatever he wanted to all the time he was doing what he was doing to me, and as you and I both know, all the time in Erik's case was quite a long time...
I was allowed to lie on the grass for a while when he had finally finished with me while he sat nearby, leaning against a tree and regarding me with what I realised was fondness. I crawled nearer to him and would have repeated my ministrations of earlier in
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