My dare #081 - The one where Brock nailed me - Sex Stories

My dare #081 - The one where Brock nailed me

... which he lapped eagerly. I do not normally cum like that so the behavior was probably due to the prolonged arousal that I had felt since I went to bed. I felt completely helpless in that situation. Even though the orgasm was not the biggest one ever, it just kept going when Brock kept licking me off. I thought of running away or falling down to escape the sensations, but I could not will myself to find enough to do so. There I was, on my knees and on my head. Sobbing from the pleasure of involuntary climax.

Brock had penetrated my pussy with his tongue only for a moment. After my sudden and wet orgasm, he was too busy to lap all the lady cum that was gushing out from my vagina. It took a while before he finally ended his assault on my pussy and started to focus on my soaked legs and on the living room floor where a lot of my juices had landed. And the timing could not have been better. My body was just about to go overdrive and force another climax, or set of climaxes, right after I had survived the first one. The tongue torment would have never stopped if Brock had realized that he could dig the liquid gold indefinitely from my pussy. I was gasping for air when I was finally granted a respite. I knew what had happened was wrong, but I was more surprised about it than shamed, "I was just tongue fucked to an orgasm by a fucking dog". I am not saying that I was happy about it, but I knew that I can live with myself. No one saw me and if anyone heard me they assume that I ...

... was just having a good time.

If I had known better, I would have gotten up immediately and rethink my situation. But I was in no rush. I allowed myself to catch my breath and calm down from the non-consensual sexual act with my sister's dog. To be honest, I could not fathom that there could be an even more dangerous situation brewing. In my mind, I could get up at any second before things escalate again to another round of tongue fucking, so what's the harm to take it easy. "Hey! I actually got what I wanted, a nice and wet orgasm. Maybe "how" I wanted was not really what I had in my mind, but close enough.", I thought while still being in a little bit uncomfortable position on the floor. There was really no reason for me to even try to get the key today, I could do it in the morning after things had calmed down. I even laughed a little at my own stupidity, "Yeah, I could even get some actual protection and put some clothes up in the morning.".

I talked to myself, 'Alright, I think we are done here.', and was planning to get up. I have been straining my abs during the whole time while I had been bent over and now they were killing me. I was slow to get up and that gave Brock enough time to react. He was not done, not anymore. He had gotten interested in "the game" just because of the intoxicating scent and taste of my pussy. But during his exploration into my vagina, he realized that he had actually found a female in heat. His dog brain did not care that we were not ...