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Summer With My Granddaughter, Part 4

This is the next part in the continuing series about a Grandfather’s travels with his Granddaughter. If you do not like this type of story about an older man making love with his young granddaughter, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS STORY! If you do, then enjoy.

My first love – part 6

Timmie was staring at us, he had a cut on the side of his face, presumably caused by me or the guards. Daisy walked over and handed us the pancakes and tea, smiled at us and walked off. I didn’t take my eyes off Timmie and his friends for a second. I knew I could take him alone, but he was with two other guys. They both went to my school but they where in other classes and hanged round with other groups, Matt and Adam. Matt was reasonably muscular, but Adam was completely skinny, although he did have some bruising on his face, he did appear pretty tough.
They walked over towards us from the other side, I grabbed the metal fork from the pancakes as they where walking, I held it tightly under the table incase anything was to go down. This was the first time I would be using any sort of weapon for a fight, I knew I would get in deep shit for it too but I had to protect Beth. I took a glimpse of Beth, all I could see was fear in her eyes as she grabbed a tight hold of me.
“Hey you fuck, who do you think you are?” said Timmie with a low angry voice. He stopped two meters away from me and stared at me, his fist was clenched so I knew something would be going down. I took Beth’s hand under the table and placed the fork in her palm and then closed her fingers around it. My main priority was her safety. “I think you know who I am, Tim.” I blurted out.
“It’s Timmie, you little prick.” he replied.
“Heh, that’s ironic, calling me a ‘little prick’. I’ve seen what you pack.” I said to him, with a smug look on my face.
“Oh, you like looking at cocks in the showers after rugby training do you?” he said, trying to keep his composure.
“Look ‘TIM’, just fuck off. I don’t want any of your bullshit.”
“What, because I just said you’re gay? Watching cocks in the showers?” he said.
By this time, the customers and waitresses where all looking over at us, we where talking pretty loud so all could be heard. Daisy caught my eye and she had a phone to her ear, looking pretty worried.
“Oh i’m far from gay, I think Beth can vouch for that one.” I said, looking at her. Beth lifted her head from my shoulder and planted a kiss on my lips, smiling as she came out of it, she stared up at Timmie.
“You little fucker!” shouted Timmie before walking up to me. I instantly pushed myself up, from all the movies I have watched, I knew that sitting down was the worst position to be in a fight. He pulled his right fist backwards and threw it at me, the time it took to pull his fist back was enough for me to dodge it. As his fist came past my face, I sent a left hook into his ribs (cheep hit I know:( ) and he dropped, he held onto the side of his chest as he laid on the floor. Matt came down to held Timmie up, where as Adam just stared at me with a crazy look in his eyes. “Go on, fuck off.” I shouted, a severely angry tone on my voice. I looked back and saw that Bethany was sitting in the corner with her knees pressed into her chest with half of her face hidden behind it, she was scared.
The chef suddenly appeared from the other side of the counter, he was a big guy. Not muscular big but fat big, I wouldn’t want to fuck with him and neither did these three. “Get out, all of you, before I give you all a beating.” he shouted at us. Timmie and his butt buddies left instantly. I sat back down and looked at Bethany, “What’s wrong?” I whispered to her in an easing tone. She lowered her knee’s to reveal streaks of tears coming down her face. It was the first time I had seen her cry in the years that I had known her. She dropped the fork and I instantly grabbed both of her hands, trying my best to comfort her. “Baby i’m fine, why are you crying?” I asked her, still whispering. The tears on her face had caused a line of mascara to drip down from her eyes, it wasn’t ugly though, it was actually incredibly attractive!
Smiling, she launched herself into me and wrapped her arms around me, I chuckled quietly for a second saying “What is it?”
“I’m just glad that you’re okay.” she whispered, sniffing afterwards. We stayed in this position for a minute or so, as long as it took for her to feel better. I suddenly remembered that Daisy was on the phone, it occurred to me that she probably called the police. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of having some weed left on me, but I remembered that I had smoked it this morning. I then noticed that this little scene had completely sobered me up.
We came out of the hug and I saw Daisy looking over at us, slightly worried. I motioned her over and she did. “Who where you on the phone to?” I asked. “It was just one of my friends.” she replied, relief crawled through my bones as the words left her lips.
I was still holding Bethany tightly, I smiled at Daisy and she walked off. “Are you okay now?” I whispered into Bethany’s ears. She sniffed once again and then slowly came out of the hug. “Why did you give me the fork?” she asked. “Well I wanted you to be safe, if they got past me, you had something to defend yourself with if Timmie tried anything.” I replied.
Beth just smiled and grabbed onto my right hand, she opened it and placed a kiss into my palm and then closed it. She lowered herself and leaned her head onto my chest, I raised my arm as she did this and wrapped it around her. Starting to run my fingers through her hair, she whispered “Your heart is beating really fast.”
I guess it still was, my senses where heightened, I could heat the coffee being poured into the mans cup three tables away. I could see the shadow of gulls flying outside through the window. I was still hyped up on adrenaline.
“I guess it still is, heh.” I said in a slight jokey manor.
“You nearly died, you know that Smithy?” she said gently. “What? I didn’t even get hit!” I replied.
She pulled her head back and stared deeply into my eyes. “That guy had a knife.” she whispered, in the most horrified voice I have ever heard coming from her. Even now after the scene was long gone, she was still in fear.
“What!? Are you sure? Which one? He had a knife? Was it in his hand?” I asked, the amount of questions in my head was unbelievable.
“The one staring at you at the end.” It then occurred to me that it had to be Adam. Mike fell to the floor to help Timmie out, and Adam was staring at me like a ferrel. “It was in his hand, it was silver and really sharp! I was so scared!” she said, holding a worried expression on her face.
I couldn’t say a word, I couldn’t even believe what she was saying. Time had stopped for me, the world was frozen. The only thing happening in my head was a re-creation of the fight-scene. I ran hundreds of different scenarios in my mind. Being my own brain of course, I ended up winning in every scenario, but I know that would be far from the truth. No matter how many movies you see, you would be a fool to think you have a chance of winning, bringing fists to a knife fight.
I was suddenly filled with anger and terror. How could that bastard pull a knife on me. I couldn’t believe it! At that moment, reality started coming back to me where I noticed that I was staring blankly into Beth’s face, and she was calling my name several times. “Smithy?” she said. “Smithy are you okay? Can you hear me?”
I closed my eyes and shook my head for a moment, I released Beth from my hold and stood up. “Eat your breakfast, I need to go to the toilet.” I told her.
“Don’t you want any?” she asked in a sweet voice? “No i’m fine.” I said whilst turning around and walking to the toilet. I walked inside and leant forward on the sink. I looked up in the mirror and stared into my own eyes. I ran the water, filling the bowl that my hands had formed and splashed it into my face. I could’t believe this? He actually brought a knife and pulled it on me. I lifted up my t-shirt and dried my face with it. I walked out of the bathroom and sat down next to Bethany. As soon as I sat down she wrapper her arm around me and lifted the fork towards my direction. On the fork was a piece of pancake with banana and cherry on it. I opened my mouth and put it in. It tasted nice, but I wasn’t in the mood for it so I just smiled to keep Beth happy. In any other position I would have grabbed the fork and done the same for her, but I couldn’t.
“I’m going to make a phone call, you stay here okay. Finish the pancake i’ll be right back.” I said. I leant forward and kissed her gently on the lip before getting up and walking out. I pulled out my phone as I was outside and called Mike straight away. Mike knew everyone, if there was someone in town who sold drugs, Mike knew them. Mike had tried almost every drug, although he told me he would never do Crack or Heroin. He was a fact database of drugs, it was actually quite impressive.
“Mike, it’s Smithy.” I said.
“What the fuck man, it’s 12, why are you calling me so early?” he groaned over the voice, his voice was cracked, it was obvious that he had just woken up.
“Something ridiculous happened. You know that Adam guy, he’s a skinny prick, I think he has a chinese tattoo under his armpit?” I said.
“Adam Ryman?” he said. “Yeah yeah that’s him, the cunt.” I said.
I looked back through the window to see Beth was staring at me, she was leaning on her hands just gazing at me with an adorable look on her face.
“What’s he done? I’m friends with him.” he said.
“Oh nothing much.. He only pulled a KNIFE ON ME!” I shouted through the phone.
“What? Are you serious? Why the fuck?”
“Me and Beth are at Cape Caffe. You know where it is, meet me here quick.” I said before hanging up, leaving Mike without a chance to answer.
I looked back at Beth to see her feet up on the seat, looking at her toes. I had forgotten she was wearing flip-flops. How did she run all that distance with me wearing flip-flops!?
I walked back inside and pulled out a £10 from my back pocket, I handed it to Daisy. She winked at me as I walked off. I sat back down next to Bethany and picked up my tea, it was now luke warm but still refreshing. I drank it all in one and placed the cup down. It was only then that I had realised how thirty I had been. I looked up to see Bethany looking at me. “What?” I said.
She shrugged her shoulders and continued to look at me. “What??” I repeated. “I’m just thinking of how lucky I am to have you.” I blushed for a moment and smiled back saying “It’s the complete opposite way around, I’ve had two fights over you.” I said as I winked at her. She giggled and moved in towards me, kissing me on the lips and then whispering “You know I had a crush on you for the past two years?”
I can’t fucking believe it, all this time I could have been with Bethany. Damn, what a waste.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked. She shrugged and said “I never thought you where interested.”
“It’s impossible not to be interested in you.” I said, kissing her several times on the lips.
As I broke, I noticed that Daisy had been watching us the whole time, as I wondered to myself how long she was watching, I saw Mike and his sitter pull up in her car. Mike got out and Jodie just looked at me. She licked her lips and winked at me, then reversed away.
Mike came in and sat down opposite me and Beth. “So how are you two love birds going at it, you fucked each other your?” he said snivelling. I could tell by the stink of chronic as he walked in that he was high.
Beth rolled her eyes as she looked away, grunting. “I’ll take that as a no or..?” said Mike. “Anyway, what the fuck where you talking about?”
Bethany suddenly looked at Mike. “You told him?” she said as she looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and looked away. I was too pissed off to make a normal response.
Daisy walked by and looked down at Mike. “Can I get you anything?” she asked with a smile on her face. Mike looked up, as he saw Daisy’s face his eye brows shot up. “I’ll have a coffee, a muffin and a piece of you would be nice to.” he said, winking at her. She blushed and turned around. Before she could walk off Mike playfully slapped her ass. She looked back with a smile on her face as she walked off.
I was used to this business so I kept a straight facial expression, Bethany was overwhelmed by Mike’s confidence and a quiet laugh emerged form her lips. As Daisy turned around the counter, Jake appeared from the door. He looked around until his eyes set on ours, he walked over and sat next to Mike. “Hey guys, wow. You look amazing Beth.” he said, looking at me with the face of a devil afterwards. He looked back at Beth and said “So you feel like going to the movies tonight? I have tickets.” he said. Beth didn’t say a word, she just moved next to me, slowly placed her arm around my waist and leant her head against my shoulder. She kept her eyes on Jake with a cute smile as if to tell him that she is taken.
“I’m just kidding, Smithy here has been talking about you for a long time now, I’m just happy to see you two together.” he said. Beth looked up at me and Jake winked at me and leant back into his seat, as if to say ‘My work here is done.’
Beth looked up into my eyes, she had the cutest look on her face. She lifted her face to mine and gently kissed me with those delicate kips of hers. Returning back into her original position I looked up at Jake. He was smiling with his arms now crossed. He was chuffed with himself. “Let’s talk.” Said Mike. He nudged Jake to which they both got up and walked to the toilet. I looked at Beth and kissed her on the forehead and told her that “I’ll be back soon, stay here.”
I got up and walked to the toilet, Mike and Jake where leaning on the sink looking at me as I walked in. “How’d you like my artwork?” said Jake. I smiled for a moment, I didn’t want to compliment it, but he knew his way with girls.
“So he tried to stab you?” asked Mike. “No, he just had a knife out. Some massive guy stopped everything and they left.” I replied.
“Wait.. what? A knife? Who?” said Jake. “Adam Ryman pulled a knife on Smithy after he beat up Timmie.” said Mike. “Oh shit, no way. What are you going to do?” asked Jake.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked over at Mike, he always had a brilliant plan.
(One day we caught his friend Dave having sex with his sister, he placed crushed methylcellulose tablets into a sandwich and left them. His sister didn’t like the contents of the sandwich so she gave it to Dave. Methylcellulose is the active ingredient in Laxitives. Dave ate the sandwich and whilst they where fucking, due to lowered control in an orgasm, he came and shit himself at the same time. Never did Jodie look at him again. We also bullied the shit out of him at school)
“We have Alton Towers in a week, he’s going. We will get him back there.” said Mike, sounding devious. (Alton Towers is a Theme park in england. Our school went there when we finished the final year.)
“Sounds like a plan.” I said. “He needs to be humiliated, just saying.”
We walked out of the toilets at the same time, I looked over at Bethany to see Timmie standing there with Adam. I looked at Bethany’s face and there was a mixture of fear and anger. She was red in the face as well, I was fucking furious.
“Well well, isn’t it the gay boy’s. Had fun in the toilets together?” said Timmie. Adam walked up towards me, I took note of his hands. He wasn’t armed. Instantly I launched a right hook towards Adam’s face followed by a left uppercut incase of a miss. They both made contact. Adam fell backwards and elf his nose which was now pouring with blood. I raised my foot and was about to stamp on his face when I was rugby tackled by Timmie into a metal table. The edge of the table went went into my hamstring which fucking killed. I had a dead leg so I pushed myself back onto the table and let Mike and Jake handle the rest. Luckily for me, Jake pulled Timmie back before he could strike me again, as he was pulled back Mike sent a punch straight into Timmie’s temple. Timmie dropped like a sack of shit.
I grabbed onto my right leg, hopping away in pain motioning Bethany to come. I waited at the door before leaving, Bethany quickly got up, ran and hopped over the two victims on the floor and put her arm under my arm pit to assist me. I gently refused her kind help and walked myself out. Even though I was in sheer pain, I didn’t want to look like a pussy in front of my girl.
We walked out and continued walking down the road, I put my left arm around Bethany’s waist whilst holding my right hamstright with my free hand. I had to stop and sit down because of the pain. I had a serious dead leg. Shortly after Jake and Mike come running behind us and sit down. I look in their direction and to my satisfaction, no one was chasing them. “What took you so long?” asked Bethany. Mike flashed a piece of paper with some numbers written on it. “I got a phone number.” he said smiling. Jake also raised a piece of paper with what looked like the same set of numbers.
Jake took a huge intake of breath from his nostrils and said “Ahhh… I smell threesome.” We all started laughing until we decided to get going. We got and decided to go to Mike’s house, the walk was a good twenty minutes and helped to eventually remove the pain from my hamstring. When we reached there, all that was outside his house was his sisters car, meaning that his dad was at work. Mike’s mom had disappeared a year after he was born, he hasn’t told me why and I haven’t asked. His dad has been single since, and you can tell that he isn’t a happy man any more. Mike made a promise to himself that he would never fall in love or have kids, that he would jump from girl to girl to return the favour of his mum breaking his dad’s heart. Pretty sweet and sick at the same time, huh?
Anyway, we walked into Mike’s house, flicked off our shoes at the entrance and went straight to the couch. Mike and Jake always, ALWAYS took the 3 man couch and took all the space. I sat down on the leather recliner and grabbed the remote. Bethany walked in and sat down on my left leg, she leaned back into my chest as I put my arm around her. As she sat down, she delivered a beautiful aroma of roses from her hair. The scent made me crazy and instantly gave me a boner. I was more and more confident around Bethany. We had sex, there was nothing higher in ranking in terms of respect, apart from falling in love, which I am sure we are in.
As I was changing the channels, my now fully erect cock must have been pretty obvious. All I saw was a smile on her face and her hand starting to rub my leg. The rubbing started to raise higher and higher until it was at my crotch. I looked over at Mike and Jake for a moment to my disbelief that they where both watching. I threw the remote at Jake, telling them to put on something funny.
They both got the hint and started watching TV. As they looked away, I started running my fingers up and down Beth’s thighs, almost tickling her. I eventually plucked up the courage to raise my hand and go for a berate squeeze. I moved my hand from her thigh, running my fingers up her stomach and to her breasts in one continuous motion. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt with no bra on, the fabric was very thin, and soon I could see her nipple beginning to strike out. I circled my finger around her nipple and areola. She giggled and sniggered in a really cute way as I did this, then turned her head to mine and romantically kissed me for several seconds. She pulled out of the kiss, looked into my eyes and came back for a second helping. We passionately made out for a couple of minutes. I lowered my hand from her breast to her skirt and tucked them under all clothing. I made my was down south until I reached vagina. She was dripping wet, I would have ripped her clothing off right then Mike and Jake weren’t sitting opposite us. I started to rub her pussy whilst I lowered my head to start kissing and playfully biting her ear. It was a fantastic position, my feet where up on the recliner hiding me and Beth. None of the action could be seen. Several quiet moans where evicted from Beth’s mouth, but loud enough to be heard by the lads.
I continued to slowly rub Beth’s pussy, holding her labia in-between my fingers as I pulled my fingers up and down. Beth suddenly grabbed onto my hand and pulled it out. She raised it and brought it to her face, slowly she placed my middle finger in-between her lips and sucked on it for several seconds, looking me dead in the eye. I thought that it was so sexy to watch her licking her own juices off my fingers. “I’m going to the toilet.” I said loud enough for everyone to hear, but looking straight at Beth as I said it. I walked upstairs and and went straight into the bathroom, I sat on the toilet seat and held my eye-sight at the door. As I had thought, Beth appeared through the doors about a minute later. She locked the door behind her, yanked off her t-shirt to reveal her beautiful C cup breasts with perky pink nipples in the middle. I don’t know what it was about her nipples, but they made my mouth water like hell.
She came and sat straight on my lap, legs either side to mine and began to ferociously tongue fuck my mouth. She got off my lap for a couple of seconds, continuing to make out with me she pulled down her skirt and thong in one swift move. I really wondered what her thong smelt like by now, the amount of times we had fucked over the last two days must have stenched the shit out of it, giving it the smell of pure lust.
Before sitting down, she unzipped my jeans and and as I lifted my ass, she pulled them off. We where both completely naked, apart from my socks which I slid off with ease. We continued to make-out for a while before she lowered herself and placed her lips around my cock head. She started off with a nice and slow circling of my top with her tongue, followed by a slow decline on the length of my cock. After about a minute, she was deep throating me. I was extremely impressed by the way she sucked me off. The thought of never having to jerk off again almost made me cum. I held myself together by thinking about the pain in my hamstring. As I closed m eyes in bliss, she completely surprised me. She gave a quick lick to my ass hole. I always hated watching that kind of porn but it felt different, it felt nice. She looked up at me and winked, before going back to sucking my dick. I suddenly had a plan. I placed a finger on my right hamstring and found the source of the pain. With just a little pressure, the pain was almost unbearable. My plan was brilliant, it would please the shit out of Bethany.
“Oh baby, that’s enough, let me return the favour.” I moaned. “But you didn’t come.” she said. “Don’t worry about it.” I whispered. “I want to save it for later.”
She gave me an understanding smile and got up, we swapped positions. As she spread her legs, I kneeled down and she placed her heels on my shoulder blades as I began to run my tongue up and down her slit. I took special care of avoiding her clitoris for now, I was trying a teasing method I had thought of at the cafe. It consisted of declining her the best feeling until she wanted it more than anything, once I gave it to her, it would be the most stimulating sex she would ever have.
After a while of avoiding her clitoris, I suddenly raised my tongue to the source of all love. At first touch, she screamed out loud with a sign of pure lust and pleasure. I’m sure that everyone in the house heard the scream. I began my old routine that consisted of a labia workout, a clitoris engulfment and a tongue penetration. I sprinkled this all with a topping of adding my finger to the equation. Since I would no longer worry about her hymen, I slowly plunged my middle finger into her until I was knuckle deep. She let out another scream as I did this, the screams where so sexy it almost made me orgasm. Soon enough, she came. As much as I wanted to suck up all the juices that she was emitting, I preferred that she have a better experience. I kept slowly finger fucking her as I circled her clitoris. I could feel the absolute force of her pussy muscled tensing around my finger, it was a work of magic.
After her orgasm subsided, I spat down onto the head of my cock and stood up. I grabbed her legs and brought them together, placing her feet above my right shoulder. I had a beautiful view of her pussy lips and ass, as I took in the sight, I placed the head of my cock at the gate of heaven. I slowly thrusted into her and ended up with my stomach all the way against her thighs. Beginning to pull out and in continuously, I kept a rather slow rhythm at first. I wanted her to orgasm to this speed and then finish her off with the fastest I could go. As I thrusted in and out of her, I placed my thumb over her clitoris and began rubbing away. She was looking me straight in the eye as she was moaning, louder and loader with every thrust. Soon enough, she orgasmed. We couldn’t tear our eyes from each other, they where interlocked. Her eyes glowed with passion and love as she came. The muscles of her pussy engulfed my cock as she came, I was about to come but I grabbed my injured hamstring and fixed the problem. I spread her legs wide and leaned into her to romantically kiss her on the lips as I continued to thrust.
I pulled back from the kiss, still keeping our eyes interlocked as I looked into her beautiful golden hazel eyes. She placed her feet on my pectorals, as I broke eye contact to look down at her amazingly perfect feet. They where the perfect size, size 6 I presume, just the right size for a girl. Her feet where tanned gold with sexy orange nail varnish precisely painted on every nail. I hadn’t yet found a single body part that wasn’t perfect on her, it was truly like he was a defendant from the angels of heaven. (I’m incredibly atheist, but that was a nice sentence huh?)
I was fucking her as fast as I could go, swiftly giving and taking from her my seven inch solid cock. One hand rubbing her clit, the other grabbing my hamstring to avoid ejaculation. I had done a good job so far. She was moaning louder and louder with every stroke I made, I could see in her eyes that she was close. I released my hamstring, I was ready for her as she was for me.
She screamed louder than I had ever heard her, her pussy tensed around my cock and with a long groan, I too orgasmed. I shot what felt like a thousand litre’s of coconut milk into her. Our orgasms subsided but our breathing was still at a high level. I was always curious at what my heart rate would be during sex, but I didn’t have the heart to ruin the moment to retrieve it. (no pun intended)
I pulled my cock out, both fascinated we held our vision down at her pussy lips. Very slowly, beads of cum dripped down onto the ceramic tiles. We both smiled t each other, I leaned in and gave her a long and romantic kiss. We broke up very soon to catch our breath. We both got up and got changed. After some more kissing, hugging and rubbing. Bethany left first. I hated having my cock in my pants when they where covered in cum. I placed my cock in the sink, turned the tap and began to rinse the fucker clean. I was proud of him, he had made the most beautiful girl in school cum many times these few days.
I zipped up and walked out, to bump straight into Jodie, Mike’s sister. She gave me a cheeky smile, followed by a cute wink.

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My Crotch-Sniffing Dog

You’ve heard of drug-sniffing dogs and you’ve heard of bomb-sniffing dogs. Well, I have a crotch-sniffing dog. Now wait a minute here, you’re probably thinking. What’s the big deal? All dogs go around sniffing crotches. That’s true, but my dog has been specially trained to sniff out and identify fertile, human females ready to be fucked into motherhood.
This isn’t some science fiction story about some dog that rapes and knocks up women. No sir! I’m the one who knocks them up. My dog Spike just points the right ones out to me, so to speak. Heck! Spike couldn’t fuck puppies into a bitch. He’s fixed, you see. I got him at the animal shelter. They’re the ones who insisted he be neutered before I “adopted” him. Well, I got him for his nose and neutering him didn’t hurt that any. By now I’m sure you think I’m a complete bastard and you’d be right. But if my story is interesting, so what? Just bear with me for a bit.
I was born and raised in a working class environment. I won’t bore you with the details of my early life since it’s not important to my story. My father was a drunk and my mother was a dutiful wife. I was the oldest in a family of three sons and four daughters. When I turned 16 I was told to quit school and get a job to help support the family. Well, I quit school but when I walked out the door to find a job I never returned. I drifted from odd job to odd job until I was 18. I then got a job driving a truck and I’ve stuck with that type of work ever since.
I’m not ugly but I’m not exactly a charmer either. My success with women was always hit and miss. I usually accepted rejection like a gentleman but my one pet peeve was for a woman to string me along while expecting me to spend time and money on her. One time I’d spent a whole pay check to wine and dine this bitch. We went to this exclusive nightclub after dinner where there’s always a ton of people waiting to get in. I tipped, or rather bribed the doorman a hundred bucks to get us in. Not ten minutes after we were seated the bitch let herself get picked up by some other guy and dumped me! Needless to say I was pissed.
I got my revenge by raping her. Knowing her habits and schedule, I caught her alone where it was dark and deserted. I came up from behind and grabbed her. I then threw a bag over her head, shoved her into some bushes and tore off her clothes. Raping her was pure pleasure. I porked her mercilessly. Since she couldn’t identify me I got away clean.
Later when I heard she was pregnant by her rapist I couldn’t have been more pleased. In fact I nearly came in my trousers just thinking about it. My career as a rapist had begun.
Think about it. I saved a ton of money on dating and could pick and choose my “dates.” The most attractive women were accessible whether or not they were married or had a sweetheart. The only drawback, of course, was if I were caught, I’d be probably spending the rest of my life in prison. That possibility didn’t stop me although I tried to be as cautious as possible.
Within a year I’d raped several more women. I knocked up a couple of them and that’s when I realized the biggest charge I got was when I knew my victim was going to give birth to my bastard. My big fantasy now was to impregnate every woman I raped. Well how do you make sure the woman you want to fuck and impregnate is fertile? How do you know you’re not risking everything for a woman who’s on the Pill?
It’s impossible. I’ve read plenty of those online stories where the heroine gets knocked up so easily. This is not so in real life. It was a puzzle I was determined to solve.
Despite being a high school dropout I consider myself pretty smart. If I’d completed high school and gone on to college I might have made something of myself. I love books. I spent countless hours in public libraries in a program of self-education in the arts and sciences. I became well informed and I can hold my own in conversations with many professionals regarding their own specialties. In all my research I never ran across anyway to test a woman’s fertility without resorting to blood or urine analysis or checking body temperature. For my purpose none of this was tenable.
I was sitting in a bar one day nursing a beer. There was only one other patron in the place. I was watching a piece on the television news concerning the use of drug-sniffing dogs at the U.S.-Mexico border.
“They should have dogs who could sniff out women who were ready to have a baby fucked into them,” I said. I was talking back to the television out loud.
“It’s possible,” said the other customer who was sitting a few stools away from me. “Dogs right now are being trained to detect certain diseases in humans. The results have been very encouraging. Since every organic compound gives off a signature odor the dog can be trained to signal its handler when it detects the odor that we’re looking for. Healthy people have odors just like diseased people. I think a dog could be trained to detect the scent of a healthy adult female at the peak of her fertility cycle.”
Now this guy definitely had my attention. I introduced myself and bought him a drink. He turned out to be a biochemist. His name was Gustavo and once he warmed to his subject he was hard to stop. I didn’t want to stop him. I was an eager listener. The company he was working for was one of many trying to develop devices, which could detect the presence of compounds down to a few parts per billion. The Holy Grail of this research was to develop a detector as sensitive as a dog’s nose. The dog’s sense of smell is immensely more powerful than a human’s. This goal is still years away from realization.
I asked Gustavo if he could synthesize the odor emitted by a healthy ovulating female. He said it had already been done by a colleague of his and offered to get me a sample. He never even asked why I wanted it. Gustavo was a problem solver and loved to help people. I’m sure he would have been horrified if he had known my intentions.
After exchanging information with Gustavo I started calling around to various centers that trained detection dogs and their handlers. Virtually all of them dealt with drugs and explosives and couldn’t understand why I wanted to a dog trained for one scent. I finally started telling them that I wanted a truffle-hunting dog. Truffles are a rare type of fungi that are used in gourmet food dishes. They grow underground. Dogs and sows are used to smell them out.
I was finally referred to a semi-retired trainer who was willing to work with me. He didn’t care what kind of scent the dog would be trained for. He’s the one who took me to the animal shelter and picked out Spike for me. He had a good eye for dogs and felt that Spike would be a perfect candidate for training.
I live a fairly Spartan existence so I had plenty of money saved. Since I had to undergo training as a handler as well as participate in Spike’s training I quit my job. It all set me back quite a bit financially but the results were worth it. Spike and me hit it off pretty well with each other. With Gustavo’s sample in hand we started our training. Twelve weeks later our trainer declared us a fairly competent team.
After a bit of field-testing and dry runs with Spike it became obvious that some adjustments would have to be made in his training. For one thing no woman likes a dog sniffing at her crotch. I know! I know! Duh!
Spike had to learn to do his crotch sniffing from a safe distance. I discovered that most women weren’t even aware of Spike until he was within five yards of them. Eventually he learned to stay out of this awareness zone. Spike could still get the needed scent if he was downwind of his target. He also learned to just sit and wait for the target to walk by.
Spike responded well to my whistles and hand signals from a distance so he knew when to stay and when to move on without me having to get close enough for me to get noticed. If I was ever arrested I didn’t want Spike to be connected to my activities. As far as anyone was concerned the dog was just a pet. I had a good friend who would take care of Spike and make a good home for him if anything happened to me.
The only thing I couldn’t teach Spike was my tastes in women. He was scent oriented and I guess they all looked alike to him but he never failed to signal me when he caught the scent. His signal was a pawing of the ground with his right foreleg.
Once I was satisfied with the adjustments I made in his training I took Spike to a dog-friendly park for some serious prospecting. He immediately got to work.
The first potential Spike identified was a young teenage girl. She was a pretty little thing. As much as I would have loved to put a baby in her belly I decided to pass on her. You see the cops are basically pretty lazy. They wait for a guy to make a mistake or otherwise fall in their laps before they make a move.
However when a youngster is a victim the cops get energetic and start doing real police work. For that reason I lean toward women who look at least old enough to buy a drink.
Spike did some more exploration and for one reason or another, I had to pass on the bitches he identified. Usually it was because they had company, either children or another adult. Some of them just weren’t to my taste. On our second lap through the park we hit pay dirt. A vision of beauty walked by Spike and he signaled me. She looked to be in her early twenties, 5′ 7″ and about 125 pounds. The bitch had a slim waist, wide hips and a nice set of tits. I knew right there that I wanted her. She would bear healthy children and be a good mother. Before another hour had passed I wanted this bitch to be carrying my seed deep inside her body.
The future mother of my child had shoulder length brown hair and a light complexion. She was wearing sunglasses, casual top, loose-fitting slacks and walking shoes. She was carrying a small purse hanging from her shoulder and a paperback book. It looked like she’d just arrived to relax and read. I signaled Spike to go back to my pickup truck. There he had access to food, water and his favorite chew toy. He would sit there patiently and wait while I attended to business.
Because of the nature of my quest there’s an urgency to act in a timely manner. I just can’t wait and follow a bitch around until she’s in a convenient place for me to nail her. There’s a certain amount of risk I have to take. Even waiting a little while might cause her to fall out of optimum fertility.
I thought I lost my chance when my bitch sat down in the open. There was no way I could get to her there. Luck was with me when some kids started playing soccer nearby. Disturbed by the noise and proximity my bitch moved off into a wooded area on her way to the other side of the park, which was usually quieter.
I entered the woods from a different direction and stationed myself where I knew she must pass. I concealed myself and prepared my rape kit. It consists of latex gloves, ski mask, a lubricating gel and a tranquilizing spray powder. The latex gloves are to prevent me leaving fingerprints behind. The ski mask, of course, is to hide my face. The gel is to provide an easy entrance when I start to fuck my bitch. Quite often my victims are still dry when I first penetrate them. It’s uncomfortable trying to fuck a dry cunt. After three or four strokes the cunt starts producing its own lubricant and then the gel isn’t needed. The powder is something I discovered in Mexico. It’s making its way through the criminal underground there. It’s not yet known in the U.S. but when it is I predict that it will become the date rape drug of choice. The drug has acquired a nickname but since I don’t know Spanish I just call it Dust.
Dust is inhaled. It gives the user an euphoric feeling. For my purposes it lowers my victim’s resistance and makes her more pliable. With the exception of my very first rape I don’t like to struggle with my bitches. It leads to the possibility of injury both for myself and my quarry. Really it’s for the same reason I don’t mess with minors. A battered rape victim gets the police and public all worked up. With the exception of a belly full of sperm and a few grass or dirt stains on their clothes I like to leave my victims a lot like I found them.
I was ready for my bitch by the time I saw her strolling down the path. I grabbed the beauty from behind all right. She drew in breath to scream and got her lungs full of Dust instead. I held her mouth and dragged her off the path and behind some bushes. I held her until the drug did its job. It only takes a few seconds.
“Don’t fight me and you won’t get hurt,” I whispered. I didn’t expect an answer. Complete disorientation can last for as long as two minutes and all I got was a moan in response. I searched her for weapons and alarm devices. I found a cell phone but no whistles, pepper spray, knives or other weapons. I took the time to fondle her tits. Yeah, they were nice ones all right. I would love to do the same thing when they were filled with milk. I had peeked at her driver’s license when I searched her purse so I already knew her name and address. Karen is a nice name. She was wearing a wedding ring so I guess she was married.
I stepped away for a second to retrieve the book she dropped. Interesting title. It looked like a horror novel. There was a picture of a damsel in distress on the cover. This girl’s experience in horror was going to be real life, not some vicarious thrill out of a book.
I knew I’d chosen a nice private place for my encounter with Karen. The area was scattered with discarded condoms so I guessed other “lovers” were not afraid of being disturbed in this area. Karen was lying flat on her stomach. I pulled her up to a crouching position and pulled down her slacks and panties. This seemed to wake her out of her drugged state a bit and she began to struggle although listlessly and ineffectively.
“Please don’t do this. I’ll give you all the money I have,” she pleaded.
“Don’t worry about money,” I responded. “I’m not charging you a thing.”
Karen didn’t seem to appreciate my attempt at humor. She wiggled a bit harder when she felt my prick nudge aside her labia and penetrate her. I always anticipate another attempt at a scream when I start fucking them. This bitch was no exception. I grabbed her around the mouth before she got much more than a squeak out.
“You don’t listen very well. The next time you make a sound above a whisper I’ll gag you and tie you up. Would you like that?” Karen shook her head as best she could. I let go and went back to concentrating on the task at hand.
Karen’s snatch felt nice and tight to my prick. She was no virgin but I didn’t care about that. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever fucked a virgin cunt. When I started my in and out Karen went limp as if that would deny me pleasure. I guess she thought that no guy would enjoy fucking a piece of dead meat. Hell! I didn’t care. She could have pretended to be asleep and it wouldn’t have bothered me. My pleasure came from the knowledge that my sperm was going to penetrate her egg and start a baby growing inside her.
I like my sperm to do the job nature intended it to do. That’s why I’m not into oral, anal or facials. If I have the time and inclination I’ll fuck my victim again and all of my sperm will wind up in her snatch.
I heard someone’s steps coming along the path. This wasn’t good. I stopped fucking Karen and held my hand over her mouth again until I heard the steps fading. It was time to finish up and get out of there. I sped up my pace until I felt my prick swell and begin to squirt my cum into her reproductive system. Karen felt it also and just whimpered. I pushed her back down flat on her stomach and just lay on top of her.
“I love you, Karen,” I whispered. “I’ve always loved you.” She appeared startled. Was her assailant someone she knew? I wasn’t going to enlighten her. I pinched her nose with one hand and gave her another dose of Dust with the other. This allows me plenty of time to get away. Trying to be a gentleman I pulled Karen’s panties and slacks back up around her waist. I stepped behind a tree, removed my mask and gloves and stowed them. I stepped back on the path and wandered casually back to my truck where Spike awaited my return.
I had already arranged to take a load of farm equipment up to Bakersfield. When Spike and me returned I checked the newspapers for any mention of the rape but there was none. This is not unusual. Very few of my rapes have been reported to the police. The few rapes that have been reported made no mention of a man with a dog.
I can’t claim that every one of my rapes since I started working with Spike has resulted in a baby but my percentages are up. Karen was one of the successes. I try to keep track of my bitches and I know she had a baby at the right time. The baby has my hair color. Karen must have convinced her husband that the baby was his. I have over twenty sons and daughters now. Almost all of their mothers were crotch-sniffed by Spike.
Spike and I had the opportunity to thank Gustavo for his help and inspiration. I became a close friend of Gustavo and his wife Clara. Clara was trying to get pregnant but hadn’t been successful yet. I was in their back yard talking with them. Spike was wandering around but then I saw him signal me. Clara was at optimum fertility.
“Is she pregnant yet?” Clara had returned to the house and I was alone with Gustavo.
“No. Not yet.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Right now would be a good time to try.”
“And how do you know that, my friend?” He sounded irritated and I was afraid that I had insulted Gustavo.
“Because Spike knows.”
He looked at Spike. It took a few seconds for him to understand but then he started smiling. Spike and I left so that Gustavo could take care of business. Their first child was born exactly nine months later.
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Queen Yavara: Chapter 18

This chapter was completely rewritten from the original, as I felt the original was more of a play-by-play, and less of an in-depth psychological experience of sexuality. I wanted this to devolve into something nearly psychedelic, so things get weirder and weirder as the chapter goes on. I hope you like it! Leave comments!

Spanking of My Secretary

This is just a piece of fiction hope the readers enjoy it
When I walked over to her cubicle, I looked sternly at my administrative assistant. She looked nervously back. “Melissa,” I said, “please come to my office for a few minutes.” When we were in my office, I sat at my desk, leaned back in my chair, and said, “Please close the door, and sit down.”
When she complied I began, “Melissa, during your first two years here as my administrative assistant, your performance was exemplary. That is why I am distressed by your behaviour during the past four months. You often come to work late, and you have been making many careless mistakes. Others have noticed too. They have complained to me. I have had to apologize on your behalf, and make excuses for you.”
Melissa sat nervously. She has long blond hair. Her eyes are the blue of a cloudless sky. Her skin has the color of cream with just a hint of strawberry in it. Melissa was raised in England, and speaks with a beautiful plumy accent. She is fresh and innocent. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood’s image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930’s and 1940’s.
“I am sorry,” was all she could say.
“Do you have any explanation?” I asked.
“There have been events in my personal life…” she began, “but I agree that they should not have affected my behaviour here.”
“They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on the payroll. I have been under some pressure to fire you, Melissa.” I paused for a moment, watching Melissa become even more nervous. “Do you believe that you can return to your previous performance level?”
“Yes, Sir, I certainly do.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, “So I have decided to give you a second chance.” Melissa looked very relieved. “However, I do not believe that it would be fair to those of your co-workers that I have had to let go for this to pass without some corrective measure. I have two alternatives, and I ask you to choose between them. The first, is that you accept a ten percent cut in pay, starting today. You will agree that this is preferable to a termination notice.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
“The second, which I hope you choose, is that you report to my office Saturday morning at 10:00 for a paddling session.” After a long pause I smiled sardonically, and said, “You blush. You are aware that if you choose the second punishment, you will be required to expose your beautiful bare bottom to my paddle and my eyes.”
“Sir she began indignantly, “with such an indecent suggestion as that I feel that I should walk out of your office, and resign at once. At the very least, I should accept the first alternative.” She paused. “Unfortunately, I still have student loans to pay off.”
“Those student loans are fortunate for me, Melissa,” I said with a smile. “I am looking forward to this. I could give you your punishment now, but I have not purchased a paddle yet, and I do not want anyone to hear what is happening in here. You will be expected to be here at 10:00 am Saturday. You better not be a minute late.”
“I won’t be, Sir,” my embarrassed administrative assistant said.
“You, Melissa, need to worry about unemployment,” I explained. “I need to worry about losing this entire company. If that happens, we will all be unemployed. We need to pull together and work conscientiously. I have to admit that I hired you not only because of your professional qualifications, but because of your loveliness, and your classic and proper elegance. I used to be proud to take you to offsite meetings with me. Now it is my responsibility as your employer to help you to resume your earlier habits.
“That is why it is necessary for both of us to work on improving your performance. I am sure we can succeed. Please be sure to be on time Saturday.”
During the rest of the week Melissa blushed when she saw me, and tried not to look at my eyes. I smiled at her in ways that I hoped were not too obviously lustful. I would be dishonest not to admit that I relished my opportunity. Melissa has an excellent figure. I looked forward to turning her delicious derrière to a bright red. Every night I lay in bed masturbating as I imagined what was going to happen.
When the day finally arrived, I was at my office by 9:30 in the morning. I left the door to my office open. I could have set my watch by the time Melissa entered at 10:00. “Well, good morning, Melissa,” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sir” she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“Please close and lock the door. I gave the security guard the day off with pay, but I don’t want to take any chances on us being interrupted. When she complied I said, “You really are pretty today, Melissa. I love the way your floral blouse and blue jeans display your excellent figure to advantage. I have always been complemented on having a lovely administrative assistant.”
“Thank you, Sir”
“As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin.” As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walked to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. “You have excellent legs,” I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties.
“And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva,” I exclaimed with delight. “Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boy friend,” Melissa answered, before adding quickly, “I don’t allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave.”
“That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please come closer, so that I may inspect your most private area.”
When she obeyed, I smiled and said, “You are blushing. That is most delightfully appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a man. Your face is almost as red as I will soon make your bottom.” I ran the back of several fingers of my right hand against Melissa’s perfect Mons Verenis, saying, “This is as smooth and hairless as the vulva of a nine year old girl. I love the way you have a small mound, and a well defined slit with no clitoral hood.” I put my middle index finger in her slit, and added, “You do have a well developed clitoris, however. You are also wet, so I know you are enjoying this.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said under obvious strain. “It feels indecent of me.”
“Well, Melissa,” I said removing my finger, “I do not mind telling you that my penis is hard and straight right now. But we did not come here to make love. We came here to make you a better subordinate. Go to the book shelf over there, and fetch me my paddle.”
As she turned around and walked I said, “Your calves are perfectly formed, Melissa, and I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.” When she returned with the paddle I added, “The thighs beneath your genital region are so beautiful I can imagine admiring them on a movie screen.”
Melissa stood before me, and handed me the paddle, but I said, “Before giving the paddle to me, Melissa, I would like you to examine it. As you might expect, I had trouble finding a store that sold these. At first I wanted to buy one made out of black walnut, because it had a sensuous dark color, and the wood was heavier. I thought it would enable me to give the blows with greater power. Fortunately, I talked to the man who owned the store about our requirements. He suggested a hickory paddle instead. He explained that it was as hard as black walnut, but lighter, and that the very lightness would add to the sting.
“You can see how well polished it is, Melissa. The edges have been carefully rounded. It has been given three coats of non-yellowing lacquer. You cannot help but admire the grain. I specifically asked for a long paddle, so that I could deliver the blows with sufficient leverage. The head is seventeen inches in length, and four inches in width. The handle is nine and a half inches long. In the past children were ‘taught to the tune of a hickory stick,’ for a reason,” I said with a chuckle. “We are fortunate that I came to the store when I did. This was the last paddle like this in stock. It was quite a bit longer than the others, and more expensive. I chose it because I think it is very important for you to benefit from this experience.
“Well, give me the paddle, Melissa,” I said pleasantly. “It’s time for us to begin. Now I want you to bend over my desk, put the palms of your hands on the surface, and stick out your beautiful bare bottom to receive the blows.”
She obeyed, but the tail of her blouse covered most of her buttocks. “That won’t work,” I said. “I believe I will need to ask you to remove your blouse.”
When she did, I said, “I am delighted that you are not wearing a bra. Let me inspect your breasts.” I ran the fingers of my left hand over her right breast, feeling the nipple, and saying, “This is nice and hard. You really are excited. I think you’ve been looking forward to this too. You could have worn a bra, but you did not. You did not need to shave your vulva, but you did.”
“Sir, you may derive whatever perverted pleasure from my predicament you can,” Melissa said angrily. “I am enduring this because I must, but if you rape me I swear to you I will go to the police.”
“I have no intention of raping you, Melissa,” I said reassuringly. “I would protect you from someone who tried,” I ran my fingers down past her flat stomach to her perfect vulva, which I entered with my middle index finger. “This is even wetter than before. I would of course enjoy making love with you, but if we ever do that,” I said with my finger at the entrance to her vagina, which I was pleased to find blocked, “it will happen in response to your request, rather than mine.
“Very well,” I continued. “Bend over, and prepare to receive your well deserved punishment. I like you Melissa. Therefore I do not intend to spare you. I want this to be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now you will be glad we shared this event together. I can’t overstress that I am trying to help you become the perfect employee you were when I hired you.”
I moved behind her, saying “That’s good. Now stick out your buttocks a just little more.” She put her elbows down on the desk top. “Perfect! I love the way your vagina peeks out between the tops of your thighs. Your bottom looks as though it was specifically created for my paddle.” I moved beside her.
As Melissa fearfully waited for my first blow, I could not help but comment, “Your breasts are beautiful, Melissa. I’m glad I ordered you to remove all of your clothes. Your spanking will be long and hard, but it will be good for you. I have been looking forward to doing this all week, so I will deliver the blows with considerable enthusiasm. I am an avid tennis player. I think you will soon agree that I have a strong right arm.” I affectionately patted her bare bottom with the paddle a few times to increase her nervous anticipation. Then I swung it back in a circular motion, and gave her a powerful smack that resounded loudly.
“Oh!” she said.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” I chuckled. “I love the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. I made the right decision to schedule this disciplinary session for Saturday, don’t you agree? That could certainly be heard on the other side of my door. Did it sting the way it was supposed to?”
“Yes it did.”
“Good. I will have to go back to the store, and tell the owner about this. I will of course not tell him your name.”
“I hope not.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. She cried again in the most delightful way. “Courage, Melissa, courage,” I said before spanking her a third time. “This time you did not say anything, but the expression on your lovely face revealed that really felt it,” I gloated. “Do you think this will help you come to work on time?” I teased.
“Yes, I know it will Sir she said before I spanked her again. “Oh please Sir,” she pleaded.
“Oh please Sir,” I repeated pleasantly. “Please keep giving such delightful pleas,” I chuckled at my witty use of a homophone. Then I spanked her again. “Please keep moving your bottom in so pleasing a manner,” I said. It really pleases me.”
“Sir, this really hurts. How long will it continue? You must stop.”
“I am the one who will decide how long your spanking continues. The longer it lasts on the more I enjoy it. The more I enjoy it, the longer it lasts. I warned you this would be a severe and lengthy spanking. I am just warming up. The best is yet to be.” To illustrate my point, I spanked her again. “Once more I hear your delightful cry. I wish I was recording this on a cam recorder.”
Melissa tried not to say anything, so the only sound was the loud smack of my paddle against her delicious flesh. “Your delicious bottom is becoming a bright red,” I boasted. “I wish you could see it. It looks like a Valentine heart.” She remained silent.
“This is so much fun,” I said zestfully. “Sometimes I target your right cheek,” I said spanking to the right. “Sometimes I target your left cheek,” I said while spanking her to the left. “Usually I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” I said before delivering a powerful blow to both, a blow that must have echoed far beyond my office. I laughed pleasantly.
Then I felt her left breast. “Your nipple is even harder,” I pointed out. “My penis is too.” I gave another blow to her quivering cheeks. “Mo les ah!” I cried, drawing out the syllables of her name. “This is sooo delightful!”
At last she pleaded, “Sir, have mercy. I can’t bear this.”
“This time I agree,” I said. “In the midst of all that red I see the white beginning of a blister. I do not want to break your delicious skin, although I would love to continue. Do you believe you have learned something today?”
“Yes, I’m certain of it, Sir Only please don’t spank me anymore.” She began to sob uncontrollably from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Melissa. I’m finished. You were very brave. You also gave me a great deal of pleasure. I seldom become so thoroughly aroused. Just stay there. The shop that sold me the paddle also had some soothing balm with a local analgesic in it to turn the pain into a sensuous coolness, and help with the healing process. It is safe and legal, although, as with the paddle, I paid for it with cash.”
I opened a drawer in my desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into my right hand, and began to rub it over Melissa’s beautiful behind. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes, it does, Sir Thank you so much. Oh!” she cooed. “This feels wonderful. It turns the pain into pleasure.”
“Excellent! That’s what the man at the sex shop said it would do. I’ll give you several bottles to take home with you. Use it whenever the pain starts. I just wish I could be with you to apply it myself. I love rubbing this over the smooth flesh of your perfect buns. I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” She tried to keep from giggling. When I was finished, I returned the bottle to my desk, and wiped my hand with a cloth.
Returning to Melissa I said, “You may stand up now. Let me see how you look in front.”
When she obeyed, I said, “My goodness; look at you. Your vagina is dripping with lubrication.”
“Oh dear!” she said with a worried expression. “This is truly embarrassing.”
“It might soak all the way through your blue jeans,” I warned. “Just a minute. I’ll get some tissues.” Fortunately, I had some Kleenex from my last cold. I stooped in front of Melissa, and said, “Here I am, carefully wiping the most private part of my most fetching administrative assistant.” Melissa cradled her arms together before her breasts, closing her eyes, and giggling with pleasure. When I could no longer resist, I gently kissed her vulva, right on the slit. “There, that’s better,” I said putting the wet tissues into my desk drawer. I did not want the janitor to find them in the waste paper basket.
I held Melissa tenderly. “I can’t help but marvel at the softness of your perfect back, and the smoothness of your skin” I told her, “I hope this session has been beneficial to you.”
“It has been, Sir she said, kissing me on my cheek, before saying quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, kissing her lips. “From now on I am going to be strict with you. Obviously, I would like to do this again. It was even more enjoyable than I expected. Nevertheless, if you return to your previous level of performance, I will give you a generous raise. We can also talk about your student loan. I think I can take care of that too.
“You will have difficulty sitting down for awhile, so I advise you take Monday off. It will be a day off with pay that I will not count among your sick days or vacations. Now put your clothes on. You better let me walk to your car with you. This neighbourhood can be dangerous on Saturdays.”
Now she is my sex slave and I will write about how I violated her sweet tight cunt and her
Virgin ass in my next story.
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The Contract 1

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Again I found myself down on my luck with no money and no job. The rent was due and I had to figure out a way to get some cash. I decided to go downtown and sell my ass or some blowjobs to raise some cash. Hell, it wasn’t the first time and probably not the last. I scraped up enough money for a beer and went to a sleazy bar near the docks.
After four dicks I only had made fifty bucks and I could see this was going to be a slow night. As I was nursing my beer, a dude started talking to me. We got on the subject of sex and then he asked me if I was willing to make some money staring in a porn movie. He said it would be five hundred dollars with the chance to make more. I couldn’t believe my luck. Against my better judgement, I snapped at the offer. He pulled a paper out of his coat pocket and gave me a pen. It was a standard contract he said to protect everyone including me, so without reading it (a stupid move on my part) I signed it. He suggested we go to my place to get a change of cloths so I could spend the night and then head out to the farm to start filming. After stopping at my place then a 30 minute drive we arrived at the farm. We entered the barn and I saw it was set up like a movie stage set. Jim offered me a drink to calm my nerves.
We sat and talked for a few minutes and he explained that he made porn movies for some internet sites and is always looking for new talent. Jim assured me that I wouldn’t get hurt and that it would be fun to explore sex in a new way. He introduced me to two guys, Dan and Frank, who he said helped him make the films. Then, a big German Sheppard walked in. Jim told me he guarded the place and was friendly. I found out how friendly when he came up to me and stuck his nose right in my crotch. I pushed him away but strangely found my cock was getting hard. Jim explained that this first film was to be a simulated rape film. That I was going to be tied up and that I was to struggle but not too much. I said o.k. and that I could take these to guys and make it look good, Jim just laughed.
The camera was ready so Jim said it was time to get started. We went out the door and Dan and Frank got on both sides of me and grabbed my arms. Dan tied a bandana around my mouth as a gag and then I was led, struggling a bit, into the room. They led me over to a table in the center of the room and tied my arms and legs to the table legs. My pants were pulled down roughly and I started to brace myself for a good ass fucking. Being in this position I couldn’t look behind me so I mentally prepared myself for anything. What I felt next was a total shock. I felt a cold wet nose sniffing my ass. I realized it was the dog and that I was going to be fucked by him….it was going to be a real rape movie!
I tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the gag. The dog started licking my asshole with a fury I have not known. I’ve had my ass licked a few times but not like this. I seemed he wanted to climb in there. Although I was getting rock hard, I kept struggling against the ropes. If I could help it I wasn’t going to be fucked by some dirty dog cock. The dog stopped licking and sniffed a few times. Then sheer terror came over me as I felt my furry attacker jump up on my back. I screamed a muffled scream and tried desperately to struggle but it was no use against the ropes. I could feel him poking at my ass trying to find my hole. I tried to clench my ass together to stop the assault but it was lose and ready from his licking for a good fucking. He kept poking away looking for the mark, I felt him hitting everything. Then the tip of his cock hit my bud. He must have sensed this because he drove it home with a force I have never known. I whimpered as he slid more of his big cock into me. Humiliation overcame me as I realized I was becoming a bitch, HIS bitch, to my attacker. My ass burned with a pain and I gritted my teeth. It felt like I was being ripped in two from his huge cock. There wasn’t any love involved, he just wanted to fuck and impregnate his bitch even if it meant he had to rape her. It took him about three thrusts to get his whole cock in me then the fucking began. There was immense pain from his forced entry of his big cock. He started humping with quick thrusts like he wanted to climb in my ass dick first. Like it or not, I was there for the ride. I cold feel his fur on my back as his front legs gripped me by the waist. As he kept humping wildly the pain of his initial entry started to subside. My screaming was now a whimpering as I was being fucked. After more wild humping, I felt him pull out. He walked around me and licked my face. It was almost like he was saying sorry but he liked fucking my ass. I felt him move back around and sniff and lick my sore ass. I was feeling empty when he mounted me again and I felt his cock poking around my ass. This time he didn’t just ram it in like at first, he found his mark and slowly pushed in till his cock was again buried in my ass. There was still some pain from being stretched by his massive dick but it wasn’t as bad as his first entry. He started humping my ass but this time it was different. It wasn’t the wild strokes like before nut a more lovingly steady rhythm. The pain started to turn into pleasure although I was still whimpering from the rape. He fucked me for about five minutes then I could feel him filling my ass with his seed. I could see flashes from the cameras as Jim was trying to get it all down on video and stills. He held his cock still in me as he filled me up. From the feel of it I don’t think I have ever had this much cum in me before. He finally pulled out and walked around to lick my face. The cameras clicked away as I felt his cum leaking from my sore ass.
I was still tied to the table when I heard Jim yell “cut”.
Dan and Frank came over and untied me and I just curled up in a ball and started crying. Jim came over and handed me a glass of whiskey and said “That was great!” “You bastard” I hissed, “You didn’t tell me the movie was going to be with a dirty dog.” “Look, if I’d have told you about it you would have probably said no. This way I got the full natural reaction. Besides, if you read the contract it’s all in there.” I must admit it was stupid of me not to read before I signed. I could feel the dog cum leaking down my legs as I walked to the bathroom that was in the corner of the soundstage. As I sat on the pot I couldn’t believe how much cum was running out of my ass. After a quick shower I came out to find Jim sitting at the computer working with the film that had just been made. Looking over his shoulder and watching me get fucked by that dog was not as disgusting as I thought and I was getting aroused by it.
It was getting late and Jim suggested we all get some sleep. “It’s going to be a busy morning. We got one more movie to shoot and I have to have them ready for Monday.” He said.
“If you think I’m going to let that mutt fuck me again then you got another thing comming.” I shot back with. “Not all your partners are going to be animals. It all depends on what they ask to see and tomorrow the schedule calls for a gay film.” Jim said.
Jim showed me to a bedroom where I could spend the night. As I slept I dreamt about getting fucked by the dog, which later I learned was named Butch. It must have been a good dream because when I awoke there was cum all over my belly. As I lay in a half awake state, I could sense someone licking the cum off of me. When I opened my eyes I saw it was Butch. I just laid there and let him clean me up, and damnit, it felt good. When he was finished he walked over to the corner and lay down. I got up and to dressed. When I got down to the kitchen I saw Jim and three others sitting and having coffee. “About time you got up. We got to get another movie in the can before tomorrow.”
“I don’t think I can stand another animal movie” I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
“Don’t worry, this one is simple. Just straight fucking.” Jim replied and he proceeded to explain that I was to start making out on the sofa with another guy. After he fucks me and pulls his cock out a massive load of cum was to come pouring out of my ass. Jim explained that during the shooting he would cut the cameras and I was to get fucked by two other guys that would fill my ass up with cum so that there would be plenty for the money shot.
After throwing a cup of coffee down my throat and discussing how all the filming angles would work we went back to the barn that was the soundstage.
When we were ready, I sat on the couch and pretended to read a magazine. There was a knock on the door and I got up to answer it. When I opened the door Dan put his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the lips. We went over to the couch and sat down. I started to rub his thighs as we did some small talk. I started to undo his pants and he stood up in front of me. I slid his pants down and his cock sprang free. I put my hand around it and kissed the head, and then I opened my mouth and sucked him in. Dan let out a moan as I swallowed his cock and I could feel it growing in my mouth. After about five minutes of licking and sucking his big cock (it must have been at least 9 “) he stood me up and undid my pants. Without taking his cock out of my mouth I was out of my pants and back on the couch. Dan started to finger my ass and I felt a finger slip in me. First one, then two, then three. After fingerfucking me for about five minutes he pulled me off his cock and turned me around so I was bent over the arm of the couch. He then said “here it comes” and I felt him press the head of his big cock into me. I felt a little pain as his big dick stretched me open and soon he was all the way in. I could see two other guys stroking their cocks just off camera as Dan started pumping in and out of my ass. I was feeling good with Dan fucking me when Jim yelled “cut”. Jim told me to stay where I was and then said “o.k. boys fill him up.” One of the guys came over and just plugged his dick right into my ass and started fucking away. I was just bent over there taking it when suddenly my mind flashed to yesterday when I was being fucked by that dog. The scene played in my mind over and over as I felt the first cock unload its seed into my bowels, then he pulled out and was replaced by another cock sliding in and fucking away. I thought this is what a bitch must feel like, just stand there and get fucked because that’s what you are there for. It didn’t take long for the second load to be deposited in me. I could see flashes as the cameras took pictures the whole time. I felt Dan slide his cock into me all the way to his balls. Then Jim said “o.k., Dan, when you come I want you to be as dramatic as possible. Billy, after he pulls out I want you pause a little then squeeze all the cum out of your ass.” Jim yelled “action” and Dan started the rhythmatic fucking. He was fucking me good for a while when I felt him slam into me hard. He was grunting and I was moaning as I felt him unload into my already full ass. He pulled out and I waited a few seconds, the I used my muscles to force the cum out. I felt a huge load running down my legs as the cum poured out of me. I forced more and more out of my butt, and then finally Jim yelled “cut”. “That was great” he said, “Now go get cleaned up while I get this in the can and ready to go.”
My ass was sore from all the fucking and as I hobbled to the bathroom I suddenly felt a cool wet tounge licking the cum from my legs and ass. It was Butch, and this time I wasn’t repulsed, it just felt soothing so I let him clean me up. I spread my cheeks so he could finish and clean me good, then after he finished I took a shower and got dressed.
Thinking about it now, I wasn’t repulsed by a dog licking my ass clean.
Jim handed me an envelope and said he would have one of the guys take me home. He told me o be here on Friday to shoot some more films. I looked and there was only $800 dollars, “I thought you said $500 a film, and what’s this about next weekend” I said. “Look, you really should have read before signing. You are signed for six films with an option to renew if you are good enough. Now go home and read the contract so you don’t ask any more stupid questions, and be here at 7p.m.” Jim replied. I must see what I’ve gotten myself into I thought to myself as I headed home.
Four more films to go……………….

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