I think I did something bad last night. Something... I might live to regret, sometime in the future..? 'Then again, maybe not!'
Let me bring you up to date with my story.
When I first moved in next door to them, we very quickly became friends. So much so in fact, that the following year, they asked me, if I would be willing to look after their house while they were away on holiday.
I of course, 'like any good neighborly would,' I told them that I'd would be happy to. So the day they were off, they gave me their keys, kissed my cheek, and got in their taxi and waved as it pulled away.
That first week I was a good girl, each morning I'd pop in to check on all the windows and doors, and then again at night, before I went to bed.
'How ever,' the second week, I got nosey and started to look around the house. Not looking for anything in particular, just curious that's all.
It only took me two days of searching, to find his dirty magazines, and his collection of porno video tapes. Most of which were about lesbians, masturbating women, 'squirting, peeing, and group sex,' that kind of thing.
I was a really, really naughty girl. I 'borrowed,' his entire collection, 'just a few a day,' and took them over to my house, 'just a few at a time you understand.'
It was the best 'self sex,' I'd had in a long time reading the magazines, and watching the tapes, I was exhausted, by the time they got back.
There was only one video tape, with a completely blank label, 'nothing what's so ever to tell you what it was about or any thing like that,' so I was curious about it.
I wasn't so keen on it when I watched it. Not the first half any way, I think they call it 'K9 loving,' or something like that.
I fast forwarded through most of it, and came across a scene of one of those 'role playing game,' thing's. It still had an animal thyme to it. But it was about females doing things with animals but they weren't actually animals this time. It was this man dressed up in an animal head and tail just pretending to be one, and would do it with a willing girl.
This guy, he was a 'BIG GUY,' he even put on a ring type thing near the base of his shaft. To represent the knot of a dog, so he could get tied with the girl when he fucked her.
I'll admit... I got extremely wet, when he posed facing the camera. I saw the head swelling, and turning purple, and the veins down each side of his shaft start to bulge because of the restricted blood flow.
If he would have started to masturbate himself, and jettison his load over the camera. I would have brought myself to an orgasm, licking the screen quite happily, 'he didn't though.'
'There was no way,' I thought, as he turned back to face the masked girl waiting for him. 'No way on this earth!' was he going to get that thing into her. Not without the poor woman screaming for mercy.
Even though she looked willing and ready. She had that look about her of both fear, and of lust combined. She was presenting herself, bent over on her elbows and knees like a bitch waiting for him, to come to her from behind.
She moaned as he pressed just the head inside her. sliding it up, and down concentrating mainly around her clitoris area. She called him, 'Woofie,'
"No Woofie, don't do this, please," she begged.
Even though she was now balancing herself on her fore head, and knees. Her hands were prizing apart the cheeks of her bottom, ready to accept him, 'and still she begged.'
"No Woofie, No Woofie, please," she begged.
There was a camera shoot seen from his angle of her from behind. You could clearly see the tight brown, puckered knot of her but hole. Just above the 'head sunken shaft,' of his cock framed on either side by her white tipped fingers as she pulled her cheeks apart for it.
I was already well on the verge of my first orgasm, when he pressed just his bulbous head into her. You could hear her bagging 'Woofie,' not to do it.
"No Woofie, don't do that to mummy again," she begged.
"No Woofie, your to big to fuck mummy."
She actually sounded like she meant what she was saying, but her rotating hips stuck fast on the end of his cock, was saying something completely different.
I wasn't aroused because of the animal thing, it was because, I was imagining my self in her place, and was about to be skewered on the end of that massive cock of his. Come on now, 'who wouldn't want something that size, trying to get into you?' Long have I fantasized about having a man with something that size forcing himself into me a little at a time the way he was doing with her now.
Her perineum was red just above his cock, as he slowly jabbed at her stretching her further open then almost pulling all out of her, just leaving the head nestled between her lips. My legs were as open as I could get them, just imagining what it would be like, if I had that thing, thrusting at me, 'hurting me, stretching me, and splitting me open.'
I know I'd be begging for mercy, but at the same time, hoping he wouldn't stop from forcing it into me, 'I was frantic with lust for it!'
He eventually got most of it into her. All bar the knot, and that extra inch he was saving. She moaned, groaned, and screamed for mercy, as he continued thrusting it at her. But not once though, did she ask him to stop, 'quite the opposite in fact.' She was pushing herself back on to him, meeting him thrust, for thrust, only this time, she was begging for him not to stop.
I could hear his hips slapping against, her butt cheeks, and the squelching of her sex every time he thrust back into her. She screamed loud, and often, and 'pulling on her nipples when I heard a 'POP.' (Whether it be the knot going in, or just the sound effects added later of it going in.)
Either way he finally got the knot into her which tied them together. He stood up, lifting her up off the floor. It was a funny sight to see her dangling between his legs, begging to be fucked, to be finished, as she put it. He let her hang, 'mid air,' by his cock, pleading for him not to stop.
He had no intention of doing that, I could see it in his eyes when he pulled off the dogs head and threw it to one side. He was a man again now, fully preparing himself to fill his bitches cunt with his spunk. He stepped forward, forcing her to roll forward onto her back. Now she was now looking up her body at his ass hole and his balls dangling over her camel toe.
She grabbed hold of her nipples, rolling and pulling on them and watching his shaft appear as he slowly pulled himself back to the end of his cock. He paused, long enough for her to grab her crotch and start fingering herself anticipating his next move. He came down hard on her, and without mercy, slapping his balls against her clitoris. She screamed out in both pain, and in pleasure, her finger tips going white as she squeezed her own tits, sliding back on the floor by her own 'leaked,' pleasure juice.
He stopped, took a couple of steps back so he was back over the top of her. She grabbed his ankles this time, so she wouldn't slip again next time, and braced herself.
My hips came back up into the air, I balanced on my feet and my shoulder's. My knees framed the edges of the TV screen, and I watched him plunging back down, into her over the back of my own blurry hand between my thighs.
It was the first time I'd ever experienced a squirting orgasm. It wouldn't stop, I just kept coming and coming, watching him plunging his massive cock into her over and over again.
The TV screen was splattered with my orgasm, my inner thighs were dripping with my come, and my bed was like a sheet covered swimming pool.
Even when he was pulling his cock out of her, 'and even though I was totally satisfied,' 'exhausted but satisfied.' I couldn't stop fingering myself and rolling my nipples, still wanting more until I finally passed out with exhaustion.
The following day they were due back, sometime mid morning. I had to work fast to get everything back into place so they wouldn't know what I'd been doing with their things, even so I only just got it all back and straight again.
I heard their taxi pulling up outside the house, and I ran as fast as I could down their stairs, and out their back door locking it as I went, and back into my own house. I was just in time to greet them from my front door step , as though I just gotten up up from my living room.
I helped them to carry in their luggage in, made them both a cup of tea, then left them get themselves settled in. Before I left, they asked me to come around later that evening, because they'd brought 'a little,' something back for me, only it had been packed away. I told them that I would be round later on and thanked them.
Later on that evening, when I returned as requested. I just happened to walk in on her in the kitchen and making her jump. She nearly dropped the the 'mortise and pestle,' she was crushing something into.
"What are you making?" I asked.
