Weeds

Friday was a little different. Not that I was fucked, that was pretty normal now, but the way in which Bruno took me. The first time was pretty normal, with him being first and jumping on my back, dancing on his back paws before slamming in. With his paws gripping my waist, he levered me backwards as he thrust forward, driving his cock into me. I came hard as he fucked me, screaming in joy, and when he drove his knot in, I came again. After he had finished, he moved to the other side of the garden and watched as another two dogs took their turn, fucking me and then filling me with their cream.

The second time Bruno mounted me, I was so sloppy his cock went in on first thrust and buried deep. I must have slipped as one hand went from under me, quickly followed by the other. Perhaps Bruno thought I was trying to escape, so he did what any dog would do naturally; he fastened his teeth in my shoulder, telling me in dog sex world I was not to move. It was like an electric shock running through me, and I felt myself orgasm instantly, the pure helplessness of my situation making it more exciting.

I rolled my neck forward, exposing my neck in total subjection, wanting him to bite my neck to show his dominance.

The weekend came round, and I was totally exhausted. My cunt felt battered and bruised, yet all I wanted to do was repeat the week over and over. I tried to count the number of loads I had taken but lost count.

I was lying on the sunbed as Don started marching up and down behind his mower.

“Weeds are springing up a bit…have you been slacking?”

I wanted to scream at him, “Not slacking but fucking,” but knew that wasn’t a good idea. Instead, I mumbled about being under the weather but would do something next week.

When I walked around the garden later, I could hear something scratching at the back gate, and my body reacted instantly, making me wet. My horny thoughts carried forward to the evening, and when we got into bed for our Saturday night special, I reached for Don’s cock, gripping him as he started to swell.

“Don, I want you to fuck me doggy fashion tonight,” I almost groaned, but instead we made love in our normal position of missionary, with my feet hooked behind his knees.

After he had finished and was snoring happily, I slipped from our bed and made my way into the bathroom. Silently, I looked at the bottles in the shower and selected one that was so big my fingers only just fit around. A week ago I would have been shocked if you said I would have fitted that inside, as it was easily twice the size of my husband.

Putting a foot on the bath edge, I inserted it, biting my lip as it slid deep inside, opening me. Part of me wanted to run naked to my pack of ne lovers and let them all take me, but instead I just fucked myself harder as I recalled the week. I could hear the squelching of my cunt as the bottle drove in and out, and I mentally moaned that there was no knot to fill me. Then with a shudder I came, making the bottle slippery in my hand and I did something I would never have done a few weeks before. I opened my mouth and licked the bottle until I had cleaned it of all juices and the last of Don’s seed. Looking in the mirror, all I could see looking back at me was a newborn slut…and I loved it.

I had decided on the plan on Sunday evening but couldn’t commit it to paper, as I was not sure how Don would have reacted to…

1. Battle weeds,

2. Fix lunch

3. Get fucked by dogs

4. Prepare dinner.

   
   I giggled as I mentally underlined number three and inserted the word, ‘lots of’ before ‘dogs’.
   
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