1. Who Owned Me -1


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: First Time, Mature, Sex Humor, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It frightened me terribly and only his deliberate and surprisingly gentle efforts kept the dog from hurting me. I didn't realize it at the time, but plainly the a****l didn't mean to cause me any harm, he just didn't like my pantyhose for some reason. He had the nylon in his teeth and he shook his head, ripping into it and yanking me forward as he pushed himself back. I gasped and nearly lost my balance. and kept telling him &#034No!&#034 and &#034Stop!&#034 in a loud, trembling voice, but he paid me no attention. The dog kept pulling, and while the nylon had ripped, and some of the cotton liner as well, it turned out to be amazingly strong stuff. I soon found myself being dragged out of the bathroom by my hips. To say I felt confused and nervous would be an understatement. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe. I had an idea to somehow fight him off, but even if I'd been brave enough to try it, and I wasn't, there was little chance of that as I struggled just to stay on my feet! Once he had us in the living room, where there was substantially more space than what he'd had in the bathroom, the dog really gave my pantyhose a good tug! &#034Ohhh!&#034 I gasped as I lost my balance completely, the huge dog literally pulling my hips out from under me so that I fell heavily onto my butt. At that point I started kicking at him, out of instinct more than anything else. I'd been lucky not to crack my head on ...
    something, and I was laying on my back for the moment, kicking uselessly and trying to push myself back up with my arms. The dog ignored my protests, however, and shook his head back and forth vigorously, tearing into my pantyhose so that they surrendered much more easily. Within seconds the dog had exposed my pussy completely, with the nylon and cotton hanging ragged around my exposed sex. &#034No! Stop! Please!&#034 I said loudly, scrambling backwards like a crab on my heels, but he had no intention of letting me go so easily. The dog pressed his body between my legs even as I tried to close them. His nose went to my vulva and I clamped my thighs to his head in an effort to keep him from getting any closer to what was undoubtedly my most private and sensitive place. All I could imagine was his sharp teeth biting into my pussy and that painful vision proved quite enough to push me over the edge into a blind panic! &#034Grrrr...&#034 he growled unhappily as I squeezed his great head between my legs, and the sound terrified me. I felt his teeth digging at me, moving against my soft skin. He wasn't actually biting me, it felt more like fingernails scratching at the swell of my mound. The dog was telling me to relax my thighs and let him go, I dimly realized, but being frightened, that was no easy thing for me to do. I'd become afraid to hold him and afraid to let him go, but more than anything else, I was afraid of his teeth!
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