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Too good of a deal

... it was not far out either. My legs were free and I was lying on my stomach at the ground. To this day, I have not figured out how I was able to get rid of all the bondage. Or maybe someone had walked by, opened the belts, and fucked my lubricated holes I was being unconscious. Who knows? I definitely did not care at that time.

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It was no surprise for me that every muscle of my body was aching. When I found out that I was laying in a pool of cum, saliva, and pussy juices, I could not wait to get up. But unfortunately, I was already so coated with the substances that there was no escaping the situation. I fought my way on my knees and I felt how puddled sperm leaked out from my pussy or ass... or more likely from both of my holes. I touched the bulge on my stomach and I just knew that I would be emptying myself for the rest of the day.

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With some struggle, I was able to get fully up. I felt shaky, but I focused on staying up. I just stood there for a minute to plan my next steps. I was too far away from home and I am not sure if I want anyone to see me like this. It might not sound like a big deal to be seen by someone, but since I had already suffered through the most humiliating part of the night, I did not see the benefit of adding salt to my wounds. I took the only action that sounded reasonable in my tired state. I decided to walk back to the adult ...

... store.

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Every step I took, forced more canine sperm to trickle down my legs. It was just 100 meters, but it felt like a marathon. I reached the backdoor and knocked with what little strength I had left with my hands. Even though it was still night, the door flew open in a matter of seconds. Carol had been worried and confused about where I had been. She had not gotten a straight answer from Carl. I cannot recall the whole conversation, but she got the main points I tried to explain. We did not talk much after that. She knew that she was responsible so she did her everything to help me. I do not know if I ever forgive her, but for now, I had to welcome her support.

Carol helped me home. She also supported me through an hour of showering and cleaning myself before tugging me into my bed. I cannot remember much after that, other than her saying, 'Sorry love. You do what you need to do next. I will not blame you.'. That sounded fair but was not important right now. I slept through the day. No matter how well we cleaned my body, I still woke up finding semen stains on my bed sheets. Now while I am writing this tale, it is becoming night time. I keep wondering what to do and where to go next. To the police station, to meet Carol... or maybe back to the streets of the Old Town?

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Thank you Alisha for the constant inspiration and for your deviant nature. I cannot wait to continue exploring your wild mind. To make ...