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

My dare #081 - The one where Brock nailed me

... sofa cushion so I could even see through Brock's cum. On any other day, I might have been curious about the amount of semen one dog can hold in his balls, but tonight I had witnessed enough already. Adding insult to injury, when I got up, the cum just kept leaking out from me all the way to the bathroom.

Next hour or so I did my best to wash my pussy, legs, tits, hair, face... the list goes on. Every part of my body felt tender or sensitive. And I found out how difficult it actually is to wash while being handcuffed. Not to even mention how difficult it is to dry yourself... Needless to say, I gave up after a while and went to bed. I thought about trying to get rid of the handcuffs and clean the mess Brock and I made, but I did not have any energy left in my body. I did my best to move the semi-wet hair out from my face so I could see and exit the bathroom. I saw Brock outside, but he paid me no attention. He was lapping the pool of our love juices from the floor. "Guess that mess handles itself.", I joked in my head. Seeing Brock, made me remember what had happened. Mixed feelings raged inside my mind and I immediately ran away to my bedroom. I could not deal with that right now. I convinced myself that it will be easier in the ...

... morning. After closing the door and getting on the soft bed, it took me mere seconds to fall asleep.

Not so surprisingly, I dreamt of being fucked over and over again with no chance of escaping. I kept seeing how every hole of my body was being filled with cocks and then dirtied with cum of my violators. After the restless night, I woke up at noon. I was slow to get up... until I remembered what had happened last night. During my sleep, more of Brock's cum leaked out from my pussy and then dried on the sheets of my bed. But that was not the most alarming thing I found out when sitting up. The door to my bedroom was wide open. I am sure that I closed it before I fell asleep. I turned around to see Brock waiting at the side of my bed. His eyes were demanding, one might call dominating. I felt something primal inside of me, an urge to please and obey. I whimpered 'No... No...', when I subconsciously opened my legs. Satisfied by the behavior of the bitch, Brock climbed to the bed.

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Thank you Sarah6969 for the inspiration for this story. It has been most exhilarating to use what you have shared to make this tale. Especially I appreciated the personal elements you gave which added some facts to this fiction. Thank you.

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