| Dawn knew. She had always known. Deep down in the places most people are afraid to go, she knew she was a slut. Not only a slut, but a submissive one as well, she yearned to be dominated and forced to do things, disgusting things. However on the outside, no one could hear her submissive side calling out. Dawn was 35, divorced with kids at home. Since her divorce from her husband, she had been dating intermittently, nothing serious, just enough to moderately satisfy her craving for cock. Her pussy was constantly wet and her best bet was her dildo and her vibrating egg. Her ex-husband constantly told her that she wasn’t “normal” and no one had that big of a sexual appetite and no female’s pussy got that wet. But that wasn’t true; she had always been that way, ever since she experimented with her girlfriends in the summers of her youth. As she grew older, her attention turned to cock, and her pants would become drenched when she sucked on one. Her pants were drenched a lot as she became an expert cocksucker. She had resigned herself to the fact that her dark side would never be explored and turned her attention to finding a partner she could be happy with. She looked in the mirror and thought, “Not bad at all”. The reflection showed she had aged like a fine wine. She was 5’7”, 150 pounds, blonde hair, green eyes and 38DD. A damn fine package. She placed an ad on the internet and sporadically dated to satisfy her craving, but nothing too serious. Then came the reply that changed her life. DJ was someone who had run in some of the same circles as Dawn, but ironically, they had never met. They chatted for a few days and decided to meet. There was instant attraction on both sides. They had a couple of drinks and she teased him while purposely tantalizing him with nachos and melted cheese, “Oh, he’s interested”, she thought. They decided to go for a drive to talk more privately. As they drove around, the sexual tension kept building. Then at a railroad crossing, he leaned across and kissed her passionately, her head went spinning, experience told her that if a man couldn’t kiss worth a damn, then he probably wasn’t his salt in the bedroom. DJ was worth his salt. He was willing to go much further on the first date, but Dawn was determined to ignore the wetness in her pants and be a good girl. The next night, she knew he was meeting a friend at a bar and met him in the park lot and kidnapped him. They drove around and the sexual tension kept increasing, both had kids at home so there was nowhere to go, so he pulled into a rarely used motel and the good girl said, “No, not yet”. So he pulled around behind the motel and parked. They began to kiss and it quickly escalated to groping and fondling, she pushed him away and said, “No, our first time will not be in a car!” The next night was the weekend and her kids were gone. She and DJ had spent the evening in a limo with a couple he knew, celebrating his friend’s completion of his degree. By the time the time the limo dropped them off, it was time. They never made it upstairs, clothes were flying everywhere and she looked up at him and uncharacteristically asked, “May I suck your cock?” He responded, “You may”. She went down on him with a deep hungry that needed to be satisfied, she felt in control. She would bring him to the brink of orgasm and then back. Finally she pushed him on his back and mounted him and his cock immediately hit her G-spot, she looked at him and he smiled and said, “Feels good, doesn’t it?” She asked if he knew where her spot was and he shifted, hit the G-spot again and asked, “Do you mean this spot?” She came hard. She continued to ride him through her orgasm when he reached behind her and smacked her ass with an open hand, her pussy gushed. DJ picked up on it immediately and smacked her ass again to see if it happened again. He smiled, he had an idea of what he had on his hands, or so he thought. Their relationship progressed quickly with the rule being, “Anytime, anywhere, anyplace”. It was a rule she stuck to, and a rule he liked challenging her with. From bending over the hood of a car and taking it in the ass to 3somes and 4somes, Dawn excelled at being his submissive. The boundaries were ever changing, what was once too intense, was now clearly, not enough. Then, they moved to the next level. DJ noticed that Dawn had always enjoyed reading erotica, mainly stories about submissive women being forced to do the most humiliating things. One evening he noticed that she was reading a story from a bestiality sight, he smiled. After she was done reading, she brought herself to orgasm at the computer and got up and walked over to DJ and dropped to her knees and promptly deep throated him. Her choice of stories continued to be centered on dogs. On night she got home from work and much to her surprise, she was greeted by a dog she didn’t recognize. DJ had brought home his friend’s dog, a 3 year old black lab named Shamus. He told Dawn that his friend was going out of town for the weekend and was going to board Shamus, and he volunteered to keep him for the weekend. Then he shocked her by telling her to go upstairs and prepare for him. Usually, this meant she was to strip and get on all fours, DJ said, nothing has changed, do as I ask. She felt herself begin to get very wet and her mind raced as she went up the stairs to do as she was told. Dawn got on the bed as instructed and she suddenly felt a cold nose in her crotch, she turned around to protest and DJ said, “Not a word”. She turned around and placed her face back into the pillow. Shamus sniffed for a few seconds and then began to lick, running his tongue from her pussy up through the crack of her quivering ass. The roughness of Shamus’ tongue made her come almost immediately. DJ walked around the bed and pulled his cock out and offered it to Dawn who swallowed it down to the root. Shamus continued to lick and Dawn continued to suck when DJ grabbed Dawn by the hair and said, “Look what you’ve done to him”. She looked and the head of Shamus’ cock was glistening through the sheath. He tossed her an old sweatshirt and told her he didn’t want her to be scratched. DJ positioned Dawn on the bed and called for Shamus to get up on the bed. Dawn’s face was buried in the pillow; her pussy was literally dripping when Shamus first attempted to mount her. He was humping her and she could feel the tip of his cock probing all over but missing the mark. Then it hit, his cock slid in her pussy and he began f*** her at a pace that she had never been f***** before. His cock felt enormous, she would later find out it was about nine inches long. Her first orgasm as Shamus’ bitch quickly became the 2nd and then it just became one big wave after wave of ecstasy. Then she started to feel like she was filling up, it must have been the knot that she had read so much about. The fullness sent her off again, coming so hard it almost made her woozy. Shamus slowed down and attempted to pull away, but they were tied butt to butt. DJ walked around and offered his cock to her, which she sucked on like her life depended on it. He said to her, “Look at my little dog whore, looks like we’ll have to change the rules. Your pussy is now for abusing and dogs and your ass is now my new pussy.” Her pussy gushed, but she knew it was true.More later, if there is interest.D |
