("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial
"free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites.
Thank you for your consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
Whitney
by Skylara (skylara_1@hotmail.com)
***
A coworker of a beautiful woman gets an opportunity to
see all his dreams come true. But what happens is
totally unexpected to him and her, as his dog becomes a
surprise player. (MF, nc, beast, alcohol, drugs, oral,
anal)
***
She was an angel on Earth. Her beauty was hard to
describe except her face was perfectly formed -
unblemished complexion, symmetrical features and bright
blue eyes. Her medium-length blond hair was tied into a
pony tail, pulled tight to the top of her head. At 24
years old, 6'2" tall, Whitney was stunning to gaze on.
She had a slender frame and small, straight hips.
Some would call her "skinny", but she had large C cup
breasts which stopped most men in their tracks. They
appeared to be perfectly formed, since on many days her
erect nipples would give away their unbridled shape.
Whitney had the body of a Las Vegas showgirl, and the
face of a movie star. She could probably make a go of
either occupation if she had wanted.
Sam couldn't tell if her nipples were large, extended
erasers, or if her aureolas swelled large enough to
give away their location. But they rode high up on her
breasts, and Sam was ready to take unusual chances to
see them au natural.
He was pretty sure that he didn't stand out in a
positive way to Whitney, and that she regarded him as
she probably regarded most men - nothing more than
creatures who wanted to get inside her pants. Truth be
told, she was right. Sam has a hard time passing her in
the hallway on a normal business day without taking in
her beauty, drawn to the beautiful face and breasts
like any other man. And he was pretty sure she knew it.
Therefore she tried to get through her day without
having to interact with Sam.
On this particular day though, Whitney was thinking
about her upcoming flight from Southern California to
Colorado. She had planned this trip for weeks and was
going to surprise her sister who lived in Boulder. She
hadn't called Carla - they hadn't even spoken on the
phone for a couple of months since Whitney had been
busy and Carla had a 4 month old baby to take care of.
Carla was Whitney's only sibling, their parents living
in Las Vegas but generally tied up with their own
affairs. So Whitney planned on showing up at Carla's
door and spending a couple of weeks with her. Therefore
on that day, she didn't notice any of the men she
passed in the hallway staring at her protruding
nipples.
With the weekend approaching, Sam knew that the sun
wouldn't shine as brightly, since Whitney would be gone
from the office.
Friday night finally came around and Sam went to a club
to party a little. He was not good at picking up women,
and since he was already 42 years old, clubbing women
usually didn't even look in his direction. He went to a
club that he had overheard Whitney mention one time. He
knew she wouldn't be there - hell she was probably far
away by that time, but he really would have been too
scared to even go to that bar if he thought Whitney
might see him. It was already 11:15 or so, and he would
just have a few drinks and go home.
He entered the club, music pounding and lights glaring.
It took a minute for his eyes to adjust and then right
in front of him - almost stumbling on him - was
Whitney! They looked at each other for half a beat -
then half smiled at each other. Sam immediately noticed
Whitney's eyes looked partially closed. Maybe she was
drunk or stoned he thought.
"Sammm! What are you doing here?!" she asked him in a
voice that was partially drowned out by the music. The
best Sam could respond was, "What?"
She leaned in close to him, guessing that the music was
too loud and he hadn't heard her. But Sam's answer was
strictly out of the shock of seeing her there. She had
a pink belly shirt on, showing her tight stomach and
low-rider pants showing the tops of her narrow hips.
She almost yelled into his ear this time and Sam heard
the distinctive alcohol slur in her voice. "What are
you doing here?!" she asked again, Sam smelling the
alcohol on her breath this time.
She had touched him! Just that fact alone disabled
Sam's speech center. "Oh... I... um... I came in for a
drink. It's Friday night you know."
In her alcohol induced state, Whitney thought that was
funny. "I was just leaving," she responded. "I've been
here since 8 and I have a flight in the morning to
Colorado. So I was goin' home!" she once again yelled
at him.
Just then the song ended and in that brief instance,
Sam decided he had nothing to lose. "Would you join me
for one drink? At least I won't drink that one alone"
he asked her. Sam could see her thinking about her
answer. "I don't know - I really have to get up early
tomorrow..." Whitney began. "And I have to get a bus
and they stop running in 10 minutes."
"Hey - I have a car!" Sam said. "Come on... just one?"
"OK" she answered. She smiled at him, the alcohol
allowing her to view him as a human at this point,
rather than the usual leering animal.
One drink turned into several, with Sam ordering extra
shots of tequila in her drinks right from the bar.
Whitney was very used to men buying all the drinks so
she didn't think it unusual. In those 2 hours, Whitney
told Sam all about her upcoming trip and her
dysfunctional family relationships. Sam sat there
quietly, listening, adding a sympathetic comment every
so often.
Finally, Whitney looked at her watch and barked, "Oh my
God! It's so late! Would you drive me home now, Sam?"
The alcohol slur had gotten more pronounced. Her eyes
drooped half-closed.
Sam had a slight buzz, but was in total control of
himself. "Yeah...sure Whitney!" They both got up from
the table and Whitney stumbled. Sam reached out to
catch her and her complete weight fell into his hands.
He stood her up as she apologized in a very slurred
voice. But Sam's thumb had touched her breast as she
fell. It was true that it was only for a fraction of a
second and that it was through her shirt, but...
She leaned on Sam as he walked her to his car. He
opened the door and helped her sit down, then quickly
ran around the other side of the car. He got in and
started the engine. "Where do you live?" he asked the
drunken woman next to him.
"On 17th in PB..." she muttered. "OK, when I get in the
neighborhood, you can tell me which house." Sam drove
off and looked at Whitney, her eyes now closed, her
breathing coming in slow, even repetitions. She was
asleep or close to it. Sam looked at her and thought,
"Geez, I'm going to have a problem getting her out of
here and into her apartment."
He looked at her slow breathing as she fell into a
deeper sleep. Then his eyes traveled down, admiring the
rising and falling of her large breasts, although no
nipples were apparent as she slept. Her tight stomach
and torso showed she had no fat on her body. Her
beautiful eyes were shut, and Sam admired the long
eyelashes, heavy with mascara. Her cheeks were rosy
red, her red lips parted slightly showing a little of
her bleached white teeth.
Then all at once it occurred to him - why drive her
home right away? She was sound asleep and wouldn't know
where she was. Why not take the chance and fulfill his
dream? He would drive her home afterwards and she
wouldn't be any the wiser. If he was gentle, she
wouldn't wake up.
But what if she did? He could get arrested... he could
always tell her that she instigated the incident. After
all it would be a "he said, she said" with all the
alcohol she drank. Sam pulled the car behind a service
station that was closed. There was a lot of junk and it
was deserted.
He pulled in and turned off his lights and the engine.
Just to make sure that Whitney was asleep, Sam poked
her arm. "Whitney! Whitney!" he said loud enough for
most sleeping people to wake up. She didn't respond. He
shook her a little more than gently and she slurred,
"Wha..s..wher...mmm..." and fell back into her deep
sleep.
"Perfect!" Sam thought. Gently, he reached out and
gingerly touched her left breast. He felt a reinforced
bra - he should have known that she would need some
heavy duty support. Gently, he lifted the bottom of her
shirt and saw the white bra. He gently stroked her
breast through the bra and could feel some of her
softness underneath. He looked at her face for a
response but she continued to sleep. The best he could
do was to rub her tits through her shirt because she
was lying against the door.
Frustrated, Sam reached around behind Whitney and felt
the clips holding her bra closed. Whitney didn't budge.
Emboldened, Sam unclipped them one at a time, until he
felt the bra loosen! He was still okay, Whitney hadn't
felt a thing. Hardly willing to breath, Sam lifted the
bottom of her bra along with her shirt.
Her tits fell out, and the bra deflated. Suddenly, Sam
was faced with two huge tits, each sporting a large
aureole and nipple. The change in temperature from
being clothed to unclothed, instinctively caused
Whitney's nipples and aureoles to harden. At least one
burning question was finally answered!
Sam now realized with Whitney in the car, he had no way
to re-clothe her. This might have been a mistake.
Whitney stirred, feeling the cool air on her breasts;
she placed her right arm across them. Sam saw that she
had fallen back asleep, and her arm now prevented him
from finally touching those golden globes.
Frustrated and emboldened by the alcohol that he drank,
Sam devised a second plan that night. He restarted the
car and pulled back out on the street. Whitney moved in
her sleep, blocking her nipple-tipped mounds. Puling
out onto the freeway, Sam reached across and stroked
Whitney's exposed left breast and nipple. Pillowy soft
with an urgently erect hardened nipple.
Everything that Sam could have hoped for.
In her sleep, Whitney responded by dropping her arm
completely, exposing both breasts, now, and shifted in
her seat, forcing them out straight. Sam didn't
understand it, but maybe she was dreaming of someone
else playing with her heavenly mounds. He reached
across the seat and stroked both of them now, and felt
his own pre-cum leaking from his prick.
He had not even noticed how excited he had become. He
started swerving across the lane as his excitement got
the better of him. He shook his head and concentrated
on his driving, taking the time once in a while to look
over at the sleeping woman with the face of an angel,
and the tits of a showgirl.
Sam finally came to his exit and was glad it was dark
as he drove up his street. He lived alone so no worries
there as he activated his garage door opener and pulled
into the garage. He opened the door from the garage
into the house and was greeted by a happy blacked
haired retriever, wagging his tail noisily from side to
side.
He jumped up on Sam and licked his faced in greeting.
"OK, OK Banta, enough!" he laughed as the dog displayed
his obvious affection for his master. Sam walked around
to the passenger side of the car and opened the door.
Whitney seemed to awaken a bit and looked at Sam with
half-closed eyes.
"Wha..Sam..where are we goin'?" she asked somewhat
coherently. She reached up where her shirt should be
covering her tits, and pulled the shirt down a little
bit but immediately gave up. Apparently she hadn't
realized that her bra was twisted in with her shirt.
"Its okay, I'm taking you inside your place. Just close
your eyes and lean on me," Sam said somewhat nervously.
As far as he could tell, Whitney didn't realize her
tits were performing a gravity defying display out in
the open. Sam noticed her nipples were still excited
and stuck out a little to the side of each breast but
high up on the orb.
While Whitney leaned on him, her height caused her
breast to align with Sam's face. He did everything he
could to keep himself from popping her nipple into his
mouth and sucking the shit out of her tits. For what he
had in mind now was going to get him so much more.
Sam finally walked Whitney into his room and dropped
her onto his bed. She fell on her back, her huge tits
bobbing and jiggling and finally coming to rest as 2
large mountains with protruding peaks. Whitney
instinctively felt herself on a bed and rolled onto her
side. Sam used the opportunity to removed her shoes and
then carefully unbuttoned her jeans.
"Wha...who's at..?" she murmured.
Sam said "Shhh... it's okay... go to sleep," in a
hushed voice. He waited a minute to see what she would
do.
Thankfully, she rolled over and went back to sleep. Sam
pulled at her pants legs and they felt stuck on her
body. But in her sleep, Whitney helped pull the tops
down below her narrow hips, and Sam was able to pull
them off the rest of the way.
Feeling colder, Whitney brought her legs up to her
chest. After another minute, Sam picked up a spare
sheet and placed it over Whitney's midsection. Feeling
a little warmer from the sheet, Whitney relaxed her
legs, twisting and became entwined in the sheet, lying
on her stomach. Sam was so excited between seeing her
topless and the risk of getting caught by her suddenly
waking that he just noticed she was wearing a blue g-
string that now ran up the crack of her ass.
He sucked in breath, admiring her smallish ass and
knowing that the g-string was all that separated him
from seeing her prized pussy! He went up on the side of
the bed behind her and stuck his finger underneath the
top of her g-string. Holding his breath, he slowly
worked the small piece of material down between her
legs. All he could see was her ass, as her position and
the sheet prevented him from seeing more. What was
worse was she seemed to be stirring, coming out of her
stupor.
Sam quickly ran inside the living room, outside in the
hallway. Banta thought he was playing a game and
followed him, barking happily. "Shhh! Quiet Banta! Not
now!" he scolded the playful dog.
Sam flung open the liquor cabinet and pulled out half
of a bottle of tequila. Racing back into the bedroom he
realized that he could never get Whitney to drink
anything more in her current state. As soon as she
awoke, there would be hell to pay! Thinking quickly,
Sam ran in the bathroom and opened the medicine
cabinet. He had some sleeping pills about 3 months old.
He grabbed the package and read the warnings: "Do not
mix with alcohol, do not drive a car while using..."
It was his only chance. Whitney was stirring and her
eyes fluttered. He grabbed a cup from the bathroom,
threw two pills inside, picked up the tequila and
filled the glass half way. He put down the bottle,
swirling the cup to dissolve the pills as he raced back
to her side. Whitney was starting to get up. Sam pushed
the glass in her hand, noticing that the pills had not
really dissolved.
Whitney looked at Sam and the glass in her hand. "Drink
it Whitney - there are some aspirins in a little
tequila" he partially lied. He helped push her hand
towards her mouth.
"Sam, I..." she began.
"It's okay - you'll feel a lot better," he said,
continuing to force the glass to her lips. He tilted it
up and she drank one gulp before sputtering the rest.
Fortunately, the pills went into her mouth. "Sam, stop
it!" she said, becoming more aware of her surroundings.
She quickly looked down and screamed, "What is going on
here! Where are my clothes!" and pulled the sheet more
completely around herself, covering her best assets.
"Sam you better tell me where I am right now! I am
going to report this to Mr. Thompson!" she started
screaming.
Still a little confused from all the alcohol she drank,
she was threatening that she would tell their boss
rather than the police. But that was bad enough. Sam
knew what would really happen. Sam had to think fast
and hope that Whitney passed out from the sleeping
pills.
"Listen Whitney - don't you remember we came back to my
place? At your insistence! You said we should have a
night together before you went ton vacation" he
continued to lie to her. She tried to think about what
he said to her, but it was difficult. "Give me your
phone!" she shouted. I'm going to call someone to take
me home!"
Banta didn't like the tone of the conversation and
began to bark. "Keep that...that dog away from me!"
Whitney cried. "Don't worry, he's gentle, he won't hurt
you" Sam said. He continued, "I'll take you home. But
first I want you to remember what happened tonight."
Give me my...huh...wha's happenn' to me...?" Whitney
asked as the pills and alcohol began to have an effect
on her.
"Shh...lie down - go to sleep," Sam said, and she did.
A few minutes later she was back in a deep sleep. Sam
shook her but she didn't respond. Now she would be out
for a while.
Sam laid her down on her back again, and her legs were
off the end of the bed. Her add was just off the end
too, and Sam pulled off the sheet. The unconscious
Whitney had goose bumps and erect nipples and aureoles.
Now Sam stroked them, rubbed his face in them, enjoying
the contrast between the soft breasts and the hard
nipples. His stroking and rubbing made the nipples
extend like a half inch pencil eraser.
This is what he dreamed of for so long! He finally had
the opportunity to fulfill his dreams! Banta stood at
the foot of the bed, watching Sam. "Hey Banta, it
doesn't get any better than this!" Sam told the dog.
Banta just wagged his tail.
Sam now used his tongue and sucked first on one nipple
and then the other, starting gently then with more
desperation. They tasted as sweet as they looked. He
began to lick down Whitney's midsection, using his
hands to continue the tit massage, hoping that the
memory of her mammaries became permanently ingrained in
his hands. He left no part of her chest or stomach
untouched, enjoying the tightness of her body. His
hands slid further down her body, caressing her hips
and thighs.
With the utmost care, he let his hand run over her
pussy without actually touching it, feeing some hair
and the heat emanating onto his hand. He thought of
1000 ways to finally touch it, but her legs were closed
and he gently separated them as widely as he could. He
looked down and saw she was nearly completely shaven,
with some brownish hair arranged in a triangle above
her nether-lips.
Her pussy of course, was as beautiful as a pussy could
be - just like the rest of her. She had a longish slit
that at the present time was closed for business. Sam
knew it wouldn't be long before that changed. He
reached down again, feeling the heat and used his
second finger to gently trace that holy grail. It was
supple and warm, and after a few repeated strokes, it
was moist, too.
Sam admired it as he used a second finger to rub a
little more urgently. His finger sipped inside and he
began to stroke the responding clit. Her pussy lips
began to loosen and open up in response to the
stimulation. Now her inner pinkness was revealed. Sam
noticed that his fingers were slimy with her juices,
the unconscious body responding just as well as the
conscious one.
Getting off of the bed, Sam went down to the end of the
bed and quickly removed his clothes. His raging hard-on
was already wet and drippy, and he wanted nothing more
at this point then to ram it deep within Whitney's
hole. But he held back and grabbing each leg, bent them
at the knee so that each foot rested on the very edge
of the bed, her legs spread, showing Sam all that she
had. Her pussy had parted and he could smell her sex as
he knelt between her legs.
He used his tongue in the same way he had used his
fingers, starting first on her outer lips, savoring her
flavor before giving her a good lick down the middle.
The unconscious Whitney responded by moaning, her pussy
beginning to lubricate even more as Sam ravished her
softness. He took her erect clit into his mouth and
sucked on it, causing Whitney to thrust her hips into
his face. He opened his mouth wide, taking the whole
hole into his mouth, swallowing her juices.
He couldn't hold back anymore, his unstimulated prick
began shooting its load. "Ooohh... ooohh... ooohh!" was
all he could manage as he stood up, jets of cum
shooting out onto Whitney. Gobs of his cum had reached
her tits and were dripping down the sides. His cum
extended to little drips that fell on her open pussy.
But he hadn't orgasmed fully yet. Just as he was about
to plunge inside of his dream cunt, he had a thought.
"I have to record this!"
He ran inside to the living room where he usually left
his video camera, his dick dripping his cum along the
way. But his camera wasn't there. He opened cabinets,
throwing out their contents trying to find his camera.
Meanwhile in the bedroom, Whitney hadn't moved. Her
body had enjoyed the stimulation but needed to get
fucked. But it didn't know how to do that. Banta saw
his master run out of the room. He had smelled the sex,
and the smell of a bitch still rose from the one on the
bed.
He went over and noticed that she was in a position
offering herself for mating. But it wasn't anything he
was used to. First of all the position she was in was
all wrong and he couldn't figure out how to get to her
sex. But his nose was very sensitive and he walked over
and licked the source of the smell. It tasted right -
just like a bitch should taste.
Banta had a respectable prick but didn't know it
because it had never been used. He was 3 years old and
it was about time that he used it. The smell of sex was
good and he licked her again. Her body responded with a
small thrust. He licked her again, this time tasting
inside the lovely pussy. His instinct told him that
this was right and the tip of his penis extended out of
its sheath. As it was supposed to do, it dripped a
little pre-cum because in the dog world, there was no
foreplay.
He had to be ready to enter his bitch on the first
thrust. Whitney dripped a little more juice and Banta
eagerly licked it up. He jumped up between her legs,
his forepaws on the bed. Not knowing why, he moved his
hind section in close and began to hump the air. His
bare belly came in contact with Whitney's bare belly
and they each felt the warmth. The sensitive tip if his
prick now felt her warmth issuing from between her legs
- in nature, a guide for the male penis.
As he continued to hump towards the warmth, his prick
hit her leg, leaving some of his slippery pre-cum
wherever it touched. He climbed up a little more on the
bed and the bottom of his sheath came in contact with
Whitney's pussy, causing it to continue to lubricate,
and her pelvis to hump towards the warm, hard stimulus.
Moving his back legs around some, Banta then felt his
penis enter the top portion of her pussy and slide
across Whitney's clit. The stimulation made Whitney
hump a little harder and Banta pulled back a little
further before thrusting forward, this time entering
Whitney's love-box.
When a dog's penis feels itself enter a warm, wet
pussy, it immediately expands. This ensures that the
male dog will successfully mate with a bitch that may
be trying to escape him. The retriever's prick was long
and on the second thrust extended to 6 inches.
Whitney's pussy responded by clamping down on the
invading member. She didn't know the species of the
owner. His prick responded by increasing further in
length and in girth. Soon an 8 inch prick with a
respectable girth was happily pumping away inside
Whitney - and she was responding.
Banta grabbed hold of her legs the best he could,
trying to pull more of himself inside. Whitney's pussy
made a sucking sound each time Banta plowed into her.
His knot grew quickly but at this angle he couldn't get
it inside of her.
Sam found his camera finally underneath some newspapers
on the chair in the living room, and raced back inside.
He was greeted by the sight of his dog banging the girl
of his dreams. "Banta! What are you doing! NO!" he
yelled at the dog. But it was too late.
Banta's cum was already shooting deep within his bitch.
Sam stood there stunned and then realized what he had
missed taping. He fumbled with his camera and turned on
the power. Hands shaking, Sam pointed the camera at the
fucking couple. He saw his dog slipping, having a hard
time standing in position, his cock sliding half way
out of Whitney before he slammed it back into her, but
not seeming to get it exactly right.
Sam put down the camera and went over, lifting
Whitney's legs and pulling them back. He picked up the
camera in time to capture the final few strokes of
Banta before he went still. Not knowing anything about
a dog's mating habits, Sam thought that Banta was done
and ran the tape a little more before getting behind
Banta and gently removing him from Whitney.
The dog continued to shoot his cum while Sam stood
there watching in fascination. He saw the full length
of Banta, and his inflated knot. Not knowing what it
was, he saw some of Banta's cum running out of Whitney,
who was still pumping towards her absent lover.
Banta continued shooting his seed for another 5
minutes, leaving a sizable puddle on the floor. Sam
felt bad that he had interrupted him now. The dog began
to lick himself and some of his remains at the entrance
to Whitney's cunt. Sam filmed his dog and realized that
it would have been much hotter to film him fucking
Whitney. Maybe this could be used to save him after
all!
He thought of the complete plan. After 15 minutes,
Whitney was still sleeping and he turned on his camera
to make sure he had a good record of her dynamite body
covered with his cum and his dog's cum. He rolled her
over and placed her knees on the floor, slightly askew.
Once again he fingered her cunt, and felt her juices
flowing as her body told him she had not been
satisfied.
He didn't want to lick her now that she was filled with
dog cum, so he placed his pre-cum dripping prick at the
entrance of her hole. He was finally going to fuck her!
Slowly he slid the head of his prick inside her dog-
fucked pussy and heard her moan. Sam took in all the
feelings he could - the tight moistness of her pussy
walls, the sound of her satisfying moaning, despite her
sleeping state. Now he would follow his dog and fuck
her, but he would enjoy her longer than Banta.
Then he heard it - a low growl. He turned around and
saw Banta baring his teeth! "Banta! What's the matter
with you?" Sam asked him in an annoyed tone of voice.
But Banta came closer and stuck his snout close to
Sam's balls and growled again. Slowly, Sam pulled his
prick out of Whitney, hating the idea. As soon as he
pulled out of her, Banta stopped growling and wagged
his tail. Sam wasn't convinced of what had happened and
he put the head of his prick against Whitney's soft
lips. Whitney moaned and pushed her ass backwards,
trying to impale herself on the warm invading prick.
Banta growled and snarled again. Sam quickly withdrew.
So now after all his careful planning and scheming,
man's best friend was Sam's worst enemy! He had to fuck
her! While Banta watched, Sam pushed his prick at
Whitney. He rubbed it over her pussy lips and onto her
puckered asshole. He looked at Banta, and Banta wagged
his tail.
Hmmm. He rubbed his dick down and once again stopped at
the entrance to her pussy. Banta snarled right next to
Sam's balls! So Banta was telling him that he owned
Whitney's pussy! Sam could have her ass, but Banta
claimed Whitney's glorious pussy! Sam couldn't believe
it! He had a decision to make now. He decided to
reluctantly accept Whitney's asshole. He still would be
able to hold her fabulous tits.
Sam put his prick against Whitney's asshole and with
all the lubrication from her pussy and his pre-cum, he
pushed the head inside. Her asshole was tight, maybe
virgin. Whitney grunted in her sleep and moved her ass
higher. Sam slowly pushed his 6 inch prick inside. Her
ass was tight and not so bad. He grabbed her hips and
pulled her towards him, driving his hard prick to the
root up her ass. He leaned over Whitney and began to
fondle her tits. Hey, this was not too bad!
Her legs pinned against the bed, Sam was able to pick
up the pace, fucking Whitney's ass while having his
fill of her tits. He slid his hands down and Banta
allowed him to play with her cunt. He stuck his fingers
inside, feeling his prick pounding her ass.
In her drug-induced sleep, Whiney moaned and came on
Sam's fingers. He felt her cum and groaned at the
thought of not cumming inside her pussy with her. Then
he felt his cum shoot up his prick and he collapsed on
top of her, his pulsing prick held in check by her
tight (virgin) asshole. Sam groaned and lost control as
he fell on top of Whitney. Her ass and pussy pulsed
together as she finished cumming. Sam slowly withdrew
from her, even enjoying the feeling of pulling out of
her tight asshole.
Whitney's body quaked slightly appearing to still be
unsatisfied. Sam collapsed to the floor while Whitney
still lay prostrate on her knees her asshole slightly
open. Banta now walked over to her and licked her pussy
and ass. After a few licks, Sam was amazed to see
Whitney's pelvis pushing back towards the wide, wet,
warm tongue. Banta's tongue disappeared in her asshole,
cleaning out Sam's cum then into her pussy. Sam could
swear he saw her pussy pulse to Banta's licks.
In one motion, Banta jumped up on Whitney's back,
probing her for entrance to her...HIS pussy. Now in a
more natural position, Banta grabbed Whitney around her
hips and crouched down, the head of his partially
exposed pink prick sliding into his bitch's twat. Once
inside he pulled back a little more until Whitney's
stomach lay on the bed, her large breasts pressed down
into the bed.
Now in control, Banta pushed his prick into her for the
second time that day. In this position, he was able to
push until the head of his prick rested against
Whitney's cervix. His prick expanded in width and now
Banta pumped it in and out of Whitney at breakneck
speed.
Even sleeping, Whitney was almost yelling in ecstasy.
Banta's prick was largest around midway through its
length. Every time Banta pushed and pulled, the oblong
shaped prick rubbed the inside of Whitney's sensitive
pussy walls, causing her to orgasm, building up to a
strong cum. Now Banta's know began to expand, and Banta
pushed forward, stopped from pushing it in by Whitney's
stubborn cervix. She couldn't take him any deeper.
But Banta couldn't give up. He needed to tie with his
mate, and instinct told him to continue. Whitney
entered into one long moan, juices dripping and Banta's
prick making the familiar sucking sound. As Banta
pushed, refusing to be rejected, He pushed Whitney back
against the bed.
Here her legs were pinned and with Banta's insistent
pushing, the head of his prick battered her cervix, and
it began to open, accepting the head of the dog's
simmering prick. Banta's prick flowed with pre-cum
helping to lubricate the way through Whitney's cervix.
Then finally, with a loud groan from Whitney and a
happy yelp from Banta, his prick forced open her cervix
and slipped inside.
Now his knot entered her pussy lips causing them to
open, no resistance possible. Once it was inside her
pussy, Banta's knot grew. Banta kept fucking, his prick
slicing deep inside Whitney, the pre-cum flowing from
his prick into Whitney's uterus. She was pinned tightly
against the bed, and now began to wake up.
"Ooohhhhhh! Oohhhh! uunnnnnngggh! Oh my God!" Whitney
half groaned. Sam was shocked. He couldn't believe she
woke up.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhhh!" She
didn't seem to be in distress at least. She seemed to
be enjoying it. Banta's knot grew to the size of a
fist, locking the two together. Whitney shook in
ecstatic desperation. She couldn't understand who was
fucking her but something was strange.
Now that Banta was tied to her, Sam went behind them
and lifted Banta's tail. He couldn't see much except
that Whitney's pussy was closed tightly over the
invading member. Sam had seen Banta's knot earlier and
didn't know where it was now. He couldn't believe that
it was inside Whitney.
Banta had stopped his thrusting and Whitney was half-
heartedly thrusting back at him. She had never felt
more filled. She felt hot liquid squirting within
herself and didn't know it was Banta's cum, boiling out
of his hot prick. The heat of his cum allowed her to
feel each spurt. But she wasn't sure of what it was
since it kept squirting and squirting.
She didn't know how much cum a dog could produce or for
how long he could remain still, emptying his balls into
her. But she knew she was filled with whatever it was,
and more seemed to be entering her. Sam watched Banta's
balls contract rhythmically, imagining he was cumming
inside Whitney. Her pussy trembled and her engorged
clit stood completely erect. Her face was flush and her
body quaked from time to time.
Over the next 15 minutes, Sam watched her quake less
and less while Banta stood still, occasionally drooling
on her back. Sam had been smart enough to pick up his
camera and he had filmed most of Banta's successful
fucking. Finally, Banta stepped backwards and Sam
filmed his half deflated knot stretch Whitney as Banta
pulled it out. Banta stood that way for a minute,
allowing his prick to finish emptying inside Whitney.
Then he pulled it out of her and it was followed by a
copious amount of cum. Sam filmed the whole thing
including Whitney's stretched out cunt.
Banta walked over to the corner licking himself while
Whitney slowly sat down on the floor. She looked at
Sam. "I have never been fucked so well in my life! Oh
my God" She crawled over to Banta and lay down on him,
while letting her hand stroke his extended prick.
Slowly she kissed her way down to the head. Sa turned
his camera on again. Whitney gently cleaned all of the
cum from Banta's prick, just as he had cleaned her
earlier. She softly sucked on his prick until it was
clean. "Dog - you and I are bet friends now!" she told
Banta. She swirled her tongue around his prick in
thanks. Then she lay her head down and went to sleep.
**
Early the next morning, Sam was rudely awoken from his
sleep. Whitney shook him violently. She stood there
dressed in the clothes she had worn the night before.
"You bastard!" she screamed. "I missed my flight, I was
raped by your dog and my ass hurts! I'm calling the
police!"
Sam calmly turned to face her. "Your ass hurts because
I fucked it. As a matter of fact, I explored every part
of your gorgeous body."
She looked at Sam in disbelief and wound up to take a
swing at him. "We'll see who laughs next!" she raged at
him.
"Hold on a minute - if you tell anybody, I'll release
the tape of you and Banta to everyone at work," he
answered.
"You wouldn't! Would you?" she asked, a little unsure
of herself.
"I would and I'll put it on the internet - the whole
world will see you. And what were you saying last
night? 'Fuck me Banta?'"
Whitney turned beet red. "I... I’ll..." She didn't know
what to say. She changed tact. "Well Banta is mine,
anyway. I'll take him home with me."
"No you won't," Sam replied. "He's mine. If you want to
fuck him, you'll do it here - with me present."
"I would never let you be there!" Whitney cried. "Oh
yes you will. And I might fuck your ass, too."
Whitney was shocked. "I'd never agree to that... ever!"
"Then I guess you better say goodbye to Banta," Sam
answered.
She looked at Sam and then at Banta. After a few
seconds, she said resigned, "Okay, you win. But you
can't touch me unless I let you."
"Okay, it’s a deal. And to make it fair, why don't you
move in here with me? That way you can be with Banta
all the time", Sam added.
"Yes, that sounds okay" Whitney answered. "Actually, it
sounds great!" she added, unbuttoning her pants. She
pulled them down with her g-string, looked at Banta
wagging his tail, and said, "Here, boy!"
The end
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 38