1. Neighbourhood Training Scheme


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: dogsnstuff, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    finally he was stuck. My head was now hanging down, my mouth open and a thin line of drool ran from my lip to the floor. Rufus began to shoot his cum into me, the short jets of semen hitting my womb as he emptied his balls. He was so big, and the shape in me was so unusual that I was overcome with sensations and collapsed onto my elbows. The dog yipped loudly as my change in position dislodged him and his still ejaculating penis ripped from me. I looked at the huge tool that had filled me so completely and groaned. It was a fat, veiny red sausage with a knot the size of a peach at the base. The cock jerked in tome with each spasm of his balls and he left a trail of thin doggie cum on the floor as he returned to the rug to clean himself off. I could feel the scratches on my stomach and hips begin to welt up and rolled onto my back before I sat up. My legs were grabbed by the ankles and almost thrown over my head as Mr Hudson sank into me with a satisfied groan. His cock pushed the come from my pussy and soon he was fucking me hard and fast with the dog cum lubricating his frantic thrusting. He pulled out and crawled his way up my body until his balls rested on my chin and he was feeding his cock into my mouth. The long tool was slick with the doggie cum he had fucked through when in my cunt and I was reluctant to take it into my mouth. He was most insistent, holding me by the neck and slamming his hips into me and he skull fucked me, pausing only to take another graphic photo ...
    of my slutiness. He pulled out to cum on my face then demanded and got a full clean up. Lying by me panting He sat up and said he had to get Rufus back to the neighbours before they grew suspicious – the dog often roamed into their property but never into their home. He seemed so casual about what he had just done with me, putting his pants on and calling the dog after him. I wasn’t going to do him again, I decided as I searched for his camera. Scanning through the photos I was instantly turned on and yet somewhat fascinated by the sight of me in action. I considered copying them or stealing the memory stick but deleted them all instead. I then took a whole lot of photos of his couch and carpet and left the camera near what it had been found. I almost fled from the house, a good twist on the relationship, after all, he had been the one running away from me last time. I didn’t want the middle aged man to just assume I was his. I wanted the thrill of guilt and he seemed to have lost his. Arriving home I told dad that Mr Hudson had been busy with the neighbour’s dog but had taught me a couple of good life lessons. I went to my room and sat on the bed, feeling Rufus still leaking from me. Going to the shower I began to wash but the memory of that large cock and the lumpy, veiny feel as he pushed through my tight pussy lips over and over, faster and faster, meant that I spent twenty minutes virtually humping and riding the shower head until I had washed the dog’s semen from me and ...
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