MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5 - Sex Stories

MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5

... linoleum floor… A long, shivering wave when he said “fucking slut” and then another pulsing wave when I heard the door open and slam shut.

I dropped to the floor, trembling, my face and hair full of cum, my pussy still leaking his second load. I felt… violated. Ashamed. Dirty. And happier than I had ever been in my whole life. This was what it felt like to have an orgasm while getting fucked. This was why people made such a fuss about sex.

I used the paper towels in the bathroom to clean myself and washed my face. I couldn’t do much about my hair but figured it wouldn’t matter. Nobody out there was here to smell my hair.

I don’t quite remember how I got home. But I do remember that everything in my body hurt for a good two days. My lips and jaw and throat hurt. My pussy was sore and hurt. My knees were bruised. He had torn out quite a bit of my hair and that hurt, too. I was scared that I might be pregnant. No pill and a giant load of cum delivered deep into my womb. The memory made me shiver… in a good way.

I made a decision while I stayed in bed for two days: I had to accept the fact that I had loved this. Genuinely loved it. But it still couldn’t happen again. Like ever. I was lucky that he didn’t do more extreme stuff. I was lucky that he wasn’t a psychopath and killed me. No way I could ever take a risk like that again.

My next boyfriend was another nice guy. And for the first time, a nice guy actually knew how to make love. But he still lacked the ...

... equipment to make me cum. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not a size queen. I would’ve been perfectly happy with 5 inches. Even 4 I could work with. But Alex… 3 inches and a bit. I liked the way he made love, slow but firm, with confident, deep thrusts… but 3 inches only go so deep and no matter what we tried, I couldn’t cum. I made a conscious effort not to think about the night in the bar’s bathroom… but after each failed session of making love, I remembered the violent thrusts that had vibrated deep inside me. Alex left after 3 months. No fight, no big talk, he just left and I never saw him again.

After that, I looked for rough guys. But for a goody-two-shoes like me, finding a rough guy wasn’t easy. And the ones I found all talked a big game but didn’t deliver. They were big on degrading dirty talk, telling me how they would fuck my brains out… and then they came after 2 minutes and I don’t think even a single cock was bigger than 5 inches. Nothing wrong with 5 inches, but when someone drools into your ear about how they will give you the biggest cock you’ve ever had, 5 inches just don’t cut it.

Back to a nice guy, with the same, predictable results. Back to a rough guy, same game, same letdown. Rinse, repeat. Again and again.

Until I met Jeb. Another nice guy, but something about this felt just right. I didn’t love him. But he made me feel good. He made me feel safe. He cared about me. And we moved in together. 2 years ago. Not a single orgasm since then.

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