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

My dare #081 - The one where Brock nailed me

... spreading across my body. I had felt these sensations only a few times before and they were always preludes to a mind-breaking orgasm. The kind of orgasm, where you forget who you are and you wake up a few minutes later in the pool of your own drool. I have tried to reach that level of nirvana on my own, but so far I've only succeeded with a partner. I hated the idea that a dirty dog could trigger this kind of sensation inside of me. It was increasingly apparent that my body was calling the shots here and I could sense something big building within. I tried to speak, but only moans and grunts came out. It was right there that I realized that my sister's dog was going to make cum like a common whore. When I felt my toes curl up and convulsions beginning to ravage my body, I knew I would be descending to a new level of degradation.

'AAAAH! AAAAH! NO!', I moaned when the sensations overwhelmed me and I lost control. At the very moment when the first waves of humiliating climax struck my body, something clicked inside of me. I started to crave pleasure. In a trance, I found myself at fucking back. I did not want to admit it, but I tried to get Brock as deep into me as I could. Every time our loins smashed together, I fell deeper into the abyss. Orgasm after orgasm tortured my body and I had difficulties understanding who I was or who I was supposed to be. I just wanted to be bred and my pussy needed to be filled with the seed of my partner. My instincts kicked in and I could ...

... not stop my vagina from doing its best to squeeze the cock which was impaling me. At that moment, I really had become a bitch for a dog. Brock could understand the signals and doubled his efforts. He was not ready to empty his balls, but through centuries of evolution, he understood that his female was one step closer to receiving his seed.

Even though my lower body was delighted by the extra sensations from Brock's doubled efforts, my head had started to hurt from being smashed at the bottom end of the sofa. I did not have many intelligent thoughts at this point, but subconsciously I did react to the pain. I tried to channel the force of the thrusts to my upper body rather than my head by bending my neck slightly. It was supposed to be a simple solution to a simple problem. However, due to the momentum created by Brock's strong loins, I could not keep my orgasm-ridden body in balance and I found myself tumbling forward. In a moment, I snapped out of the ecstasy and I shirked from surprise. Brock who was deep inside of me, could not prevent the sudden forward movement either. So, both of our bodies collided against the sofa.

I was dazed by the series of orgasms, and from the tumble that I had just experienced. For a moment, I did not understand anything that had happened. To make sense of the situation, I opened my eyes. What I saw made even less sense. I saw the two hindlegs of Brock at both sides of my head, I saw his loins and big balls hanging right above my face, ...