1. Stephanie - Just When Things Turned Around


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Fiction, Bestiality, Job/Place-of-work, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Author: morg1284, Rating: 89.8, Source: sexstories.com

    and balanced myself. When I had my balance, I went to the dogs and started letting the gentle giants sniff at my hand through the chain link. Most of them would sniff me and lick my hand, a couple gave a deep, rumbling "woof" and wag their tails. I really loved the dogs, they were all a beautiful tan, with dark faces, the perfect example of their breed. I drank the last of my wine, and decided to walk into one of the kennels. The big dog sat down patiently as I came into the kennel. I shut the gate and latched it behind me. I went to the big dog and knelt down beside him. I was talking to him, asking his name, while petting on him. He turned and stepped into me and started licking my face, and knocking me over on my butt. "Ow," I laughed. "Does someone want some attention?" I turned on to my hands and knees to get up, and he pushed his nose into my panties, and I could feel his breath push through the fabric and tickle my nether lips. "Whoa there, big guy. I'm not that kind of girl. You need to take me to dinner at least." I stood up, and walked to the kennel door, and when I turned around, he buried his nice in the crotch of my panties, sniffing and licking at my crotch. "No, bad dog," I said in a raised voice. I was starting to get scared, and my voice was cracking. The giant dog pushed in between me and the gate, and I turned to walk to the other side of the kennel. When I did, 200 pounds of dog suddenly jumped on my back, and all 110 pounds of me went straight to my ...
    hands and knees. I was paralyzed with fear. If I tried to get up, the dog will just knock me down, but I didn't want to stay on my hands and knees, because I didn't know what would happen. The dog continued to sniff and lick at the crotch of the panties. I told myself if I just held still, he would get bored and walk away. That thought went out the window the minute I felt him bite into my soaked panties and hear the tearing sound when he shook his head. I felt his cold nose poke into my cunt lips, and then his tongue licking my slit. And then I felt my body start to react to his tongue. I could feel my lips starting to part as my body told me it was becoming aroused, and I could feel that I was starting to get wet. When his tongue hit my clit, it was like electricity. It felt good, and I was ashamed with myself. How could I think this is feeling good? I'm being molested against my will! This shouldn't feel good! And then his tongue hit my clit again, and I moaned, despite knowing this shouldn't be happening. Then he started probing my channel, his rough, bristly tongue reaching deep inside me. I moaned again as his tongue hit depths my boyfriend's (or any other man before him) tongue could reach. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a small voice was telling me that I should enjoy it, but my rational mind was telling me it wasn't ok. I could feel the pressure growing in me, and I was shocked that my body was betraying me by building towards an orgasm on the dog's tongue. He went ...
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