Bethany – Chapter One: Meet Cute? Meet Duke. - Sex Stories

Bethany – Chapter One: Meet Cute? Meet Duke.

... of a violent and intense orgasm. Seconds later she felt stream after stream of hot cum filling her up. The world spun while she came, Duke having stopped thrusting as the engorged base of his penis locked him in with the bitch beneath him. The pulsing and tightening of her own cunt meant Bethany was tied to the dog until he was done. Her orgasm was long over and the pain of being raped by the dog had returned, his knot still tight inside her. She looked up to see Michael was still hard and still laughing.

“Yes, I am definitely going to renegotiate the terms of the contract,” he stood and sauntered over to pet Duke, “such a good boy. Did you enjoy your little bitch? Are you okay to share?” He cooed at the dog, kneeling back in front of the restrained woman. Using both hands, he maneuvered his own massive cock into Bethany’s mouth and began to fuck her face with hard, unforgiven thrusts. She gagged and flailed under the onslaught, her hands straining against the cuffs. The world was going dark again when Michael pulled out of her mouth and groaned, spraying his load all over Bethany’s face, causing her to blink painfully as his cum connected with her eye. Michael just laughed.

“We’ll have to clean you up, I’m sure O’Toole doesn’t want his new toy covered in spunk,” he glanced at his watch, “but since you don’t have to be at work until Wednesday, we have a few days to train you up. Who knows,” he tilted his head at her, a sense of dread filling her exhausted body as he ...

... quoted words, she herself had told a co-worker, “This may be more than just a fling. A week’s vacation may be in order.”

Bethany was released from her restraints, but her hands still cuffed, and the gag left in. Michael shoved her into tiled room with a drain in the floor, but rather than allowing her to clean herself, he picked up a hose and began spraying her down. She would try to twist away from the colds spray, but that only resulting in him walking up to her and shoving the nozzle into her abused cunt and rinsing the last of Duke’s cum out of her. When she finally stopped struggling, it was over in only a matter of minutes. Finally, Michael pointed at a toilet, the only fixture besides the hose.

“You’re a cheap little bitch, all dogs piss and shit in front of their owners,” he laughed as she struggled to follow orders. She thought about fighting, but every time she even looked at him defiantly, she was hauled to her hands and knees, and he kneeled on her back, making each breath a struggle. Michael lifted the pressure only when she went limp, the fight draining out of her.

“You know,” he said, once she had towel dried her hair as best as possible, “I had thought about locking you in the house, but I want a good night’s sleep. So, I think I’ll put you in the kennel with the other dogs.” This time when Bethany fought, he just laughed, and dragged her along. The night air was cold as he walked her out the back door. The tiny rocks on the gravel path bit into her feet ...