The Caretaker

© 2022 – 2024 by deamonseed

Chapter One: So Far So Good

My name is Tom. I’m writing this to document my life thus far hopefully without incriminating myself, or others, and without giving away too much of my identity. Some of the evidence of my activities can be found on my website, if you can find it. I do not advertise as I don’t want any authorities looking too closely, but I have taken ever precaution to disguise and obscure any possible avenue of tracing my site and files back to myself.

In the best interests of making a long story short: I am a “dog sitter” or perhaps “animal care specialist”. This alone has not afforded me the wealth and leverage that I have acquired, but through a strange set of circumstances looking after pets for the rich has, unbeknownst to many of them, lead me to being not only being their equal financially, but also far outstripping them in influence. I have used certain aspects of my profession in ways that could be labelled as blackmail by some, but I have never done so maliciously or without provocation to protect my freedom as well as the freedom and safety of my clients. I have enjoyed myself a great deal so far and I have no intention to put any kind of halt to my occupation. That being said, let me fill in some details.

I was a perfectly normal kid starting college, spent too much time partying and on the internet. My grades slipped and after two semesters my parents cut me off financially. In retrospect a perfectly reasonable thing to do, but at the time it caused me a mountain of stress. So I had to get a job, school or no school. I actually worked two jobs while trying to keep my studies up, but all three started a downward spiral. One day I said “fuck it”, called in sick to both jobs and no-showed a few lectures. I had been working and studying non-stop for three months and I was burnt out. I spent the day drinking in a secluded local park with a few friends. We were all pretty relaxed and blissed out by 2pm and a few more friends-of-friends had joined us.

“To what are we celebrating?” asked one of the new girls.

“Tom’s lost it and we’re helping him blow off steam!”

I almost snorted beer out my nose and raised my bottle in salute then explained my situation. She laughed and said that if I wanted some easy work I should look into dog sitting for her Aunt and Uncle since they were away travelling so often. I was intrigued and we talked for the next ten or fifteen minutes about the whole set up and came to find out that The couple spent almost nine months a year travelling and partying around the globe, only returning home for times in the spring and fall. They had three large pedigreed dogs that they left in what she called “care centers”, but sounded a lot like over-hyped kennels to me. She hated the idea and thought they were being neglected. We devised a plan and a few days after the party in the park she called her Aunt and proposed the idea that she had someone who could look after the dogs at home for less than it would cost to have them housed and looked after at these other facilities.

Her Aunt, likely drunk or close to it, was overjoyed by the idea and told her niece to have her business manager look after the arrangement. With her help setting things up I was quickly living in a mansion rent-free and being paid five times what I was bringing in working fifty hours a week previously. I was easily able to keep up my studies, I got to come “home” to look after three happy dogs while the girl and I were fucking like rabbits all over the huge house and property.

All good things must come to an end though. The girl found someone more “adventurous”, the Aunt and Uncle came home, and I was let go. I realize that she must have said something to effect my termination, but we were both young and you can only stay mad for so long at someone who fucked your brains out for six months while getting you paid like a lawyer. I decided that I liked the whole concept however, so I started working at one of the facilities that was previously looking after one of the dogs and sending resumes to the rich clients advertising “in-home services”. To my surprise I was hired within three weeks, and within four months I had a client list of three other families. I spent the next few years rotating to different mansions throughout the year looking after their dogs. I had largely given up on school. I was close to a degree, but it hardly seemed worth it. I took a few classes per semester to keep my hand in though.

The things I could tell you that I picked up from staff gossip and uncleared browser histories lead me down an interesting path however. One evening a tall brunette maid I was fucking rolled over and let slip some details that changed my life.

“Do you know what the wife gets up to when the husband is away on business?” she purred, languidly tracing her fingernail across my chest.

“What’s that?”

“That rottweiler, Gunther? She’s got him trained to fuck her brains out. Sometimes she locks herself in the master bedroom for a whole weekend and we have to leave food and water outside the door… but we all know what she’s up to. I knew the password to the security cameras for a short time before the regular monthly change-over and I watched her. Sometimes… Sometimes sneak down to the kennels and rub my pussy while I watch him lick his balls, just thinking about all the cum he’s pumped into her”.

She shuddered involuntarily as she said it and I, rather impulsively, took immediate action. I kissed her deeply, ran my hand up through her hair and seized it in my fist. I grabbed my phone then marched her down out the back of the house and across the lawn over to where the kennels and outdoor pen areas were. We approached the enclosure where Gunther was sleeping. I set my phone down on a bucket and called out to him while using my free hand to stroke her pussy. When Gunther woke up and came out to see what I wanted, I marched her over to the gate.

“You know you wan to open it.” I growled softly into her ear, “You want to go inside and find out what you’ve been missing out on. Don’t you, slut?”. She whimpered and nodded as I rubbed her soaking pussy. “Say it… Tell me what you want or we’re going back in the house right now, and no dick for a month.”

“I want… I want to go in..”

“And?”

“I want to go in and get fucked by him!”

“Him? Who?”

“Gunther! I want Gunther to fuck me!”

“You want to be this dog’s bitch. Don’t you?”

“Yes! I want to be his bitch!”

“Then unlock the gate.” She fumbled at the catch and the gate swung open, “Now crawl to your stud, bitch.” I pushed her to her knees and smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red hand print.

I grabbed my phone and started recording as I watched as the maid crawled over to the large solid dog and reach down between his legs to massage his cock. I locked the gate with a loud click and grinned as she shuddered again. Gunther was obviously well trained and needed very little further encouragement. She had also obviously been studying her mistress’ habits. Gunther circled behind her, and she arched her ass up like a pro. As the dog mounted her, she spread her knees further apart to lower her cunt for him to take. She yelped loudly as he thrust into her and tried to raise up away from him. Gunther shoved her back down with a heavy paw between her shoulder blades and on the back of her neck. Gunther pinned her face down in the grass and fucked her cunt hard until his knot finally shoved home and locked them together. She made so much noise that I was sure we would be caught, but we were at least a hundred feet from the house and in no real danger of being overheard by the other staff.

I tried to use my zoom in to catch more of the action in the dim light. She moaned and gasped as he pumped her full of his cum. When he eventually pulled his knot free of her she yelped again as it popped free then fell onto her side. Gunther started cleaning himself and then started lashing his big hot tongue across her freshly fucked pussy. She gasped and tried to move away, but Gunther growled suddenly and she froze. Gunther spent the next few hours breaking in his new bitch. He dominated her until she started calling him “Master” and apologizing to him every time he growled. After the third time he had fucked her, she slowly crawled over to him as he lay on his side and sucked his cock clean. She even sucked his balls, but when he leaned down to clean himself she opened her mouth wide and let him shove his tongue into the back of her throat. By the time Gunther was finally satiated and curled up in his dog house, the maid was completely exhausted. I carried her back to her room and left her to sleep.

The next morning I had hatched a plan Around noon I caught the maid going to the shower and joined her. She was covered in dark red scratches, grass, dog hair, dried cum,, and stale sweat. I put my phone in a freezer bag to keep water out, then helped bathe her while muttering the nastiest shit I could think of into her ear and showing her my footage. By the end I had her on board with my idea. A month later I had the maid absolutely addicted to dog cock and the owners had arrived home. The husband immediately left again on a business trip and the next day and we put our plan in action.

I made myself a little unobtrusive. With the owners home, there was kind of no reason for me to still be there, but rich people are also used to being catered to. So if someone was still looking after the dogs, the mistress of the house didn’t care too much. A few days later she got the itch and I saw her leading Gunther and one of the other dogs across the lawn and into the house. I had managed to secure a master key and a temporary password to the security cameras. I made recordings and arranged for the maid to bump into the mistress of the house as she tried to slip the dogs back to their kennels the next night. The maid and I managed to bundle curvy blonde trophy wife back into the master bedroom. In minuted I had her on my lap, showing her footage of both her and the maid while the latter was being absolutely railed by the two dogs in front of her, on her husband’s bed.

The arrangement we came to was extremely lucrative for me and pleasurable for us all. With our help, the Mistress was able to get her fill of dog cock even with the husband home. We even managed to get another lady on staff into our circle of debauchery to aid in the subterfuge and filming. After a year we ended up with hours of footage. I talked with all of them and we decided to start a website. I had learned video editing and was already started to explore the dark web. After another few months I had managed to disguise all of their identities in the videos and upload the footage to paying customers. This was the beginning of my financial freedom. I cut the ladies in for fifty percent of each sale on their videos and we were off and running.

After that it was a slow word-of-mouth build. The mistress knew one of her friends who was into “the lifestyle” as she put it. So I gained another devoted paying client. She wasn’t interested in having her footage online. She was interested in more “personal service” as she put it. She had seen me control her friend and the two maids and wanted that for herself. I had to set up two different phones, one for legitimate dog care and one one for other professional services.

Eventually I had so much income, and from so many different sources, I had to hire an accountant. He urged me to at least put some of my money into property. Not too long after that the housing market crashed and I was able to absolutely clean up. I opened two “doggy dare care centers”, a few pet groomers,  as well as found an older manor about fifteen minutes outside the city. The previous owner had died, a scumbag developer had swooped in and renovated the whole place, but then went bankrupt in the aforementioned crash. I was able to buy my own sprawling property for practically a song and move my life into a whole new stratosphere. With my new property and financial security I made a decision. I essentially made my accountant into my business manager. I had him run and expand the legitimate pet care facilities, now under the umbrella of Caretaker LLC. I then concentrated on my newfound, ever expanding and wildly more entertaining, career as a Pleasure Facilitator. They call me The Caretaker and they call frequently.

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Chapter Two: Clients and Rules

I have a large number of clients. Not all of them are consistent consumers and not all of them are even repeat customers. I am quite expensive, but I sometimes modulate my rates if I see an opportunity. Such opportunities usually come in the form of a shockingly stereo-typical diamond in the rough (see: teen rom-com “girl next door turned hottie”, but in my case she also has the intelligence and  technical skill set to find my website, combined with the boldness fill out an application), or another “bored housewife/divorcee” who has an extremely well connected social circle or husband that I can ingratiate myself into with the prospect of future clients and leverage. I’ll tell you about one of each of those.

All of them have to fill out the aforementioned application on my website if they wish to engage my services directly. All users are free to sign up and pay to watch the videos, but many less than you think actually fill out the questionnaire in order to reach out to me. The application requires that they must submit three accurate current photos of themselves (nude photos are not required at all, but not unwelcome), at least a basic outline of their fantasy or desires, and how they found my site. If all of those things align I will give the subject my personal attention. If I’m not interested I will see if one of my few assistants want to take on the client. Once those first steps are established we move on to a more thorough vetting process. We will exchange some messages back and forth to gauge the client’s seriousness, then we acquire further personal details so that we can observe them.

I’m not interested in going to prison for delivering fantasies to women, so we engage in fairly extensive reconnaissance to make sure we’re not being set up. If we feel like there is anything out of the ordinary, we usually just cut ties and never contact them again, but sometimes we observe them and see where their frustration vents and reestablish contact. Some of the requests we get are quite outlandish, and sometimes illegal (not withstanding the obvious) so we have to be extremely careful in who we’re dealing with when delivering fantasies.

One application I looked over was from a woman who called herself “Zara”. She was in her early twenties. The pictures she sent in were of her in a pale blue jogging suit. She had unzipped it to reveal wide swaths of her athletic caramel-skinned body. Her message stated that for years she had watched bestiality on  the internet and always imagined finding a lost dog along her jogging route, then sneaking into the bushes for her first “dog fuck”. She said she had never fucked a dog before, but she couldn’t get off to normal porn anymore and couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like. She was even thinking about buying some specialty sex toys before finding my site. I told her not to buy those and she acquiesced with some frustration.

I never discuss money up front because it allows me much more flexibility later. After observing Zara for a few weeks after her first contact, I was able to clear her of any law enforcement connections and establish her physical character. She had a long athletic frame with curves in all the right areas. Her shoulder length black hair and shocking green eyes set a fire inside me as I observed her running through the park to emerge, drenched in sweat, to walk up her driveway and go inside her home.

I continued to message her after that. I found out that she had been born in the US, but her family had to move back to Saudi Arabia she her father’s student visa ran out. He completed his studies in other universities over seas, then her family had moved back to where they had felt most at-home in their travels. Zara had grown accustomed to a certain digital and social freedom, so she was very happy that they had ended up in a place she could be relatively free.

Furthermore we established a continued amount of trust. She obviously had no experience with things like this and I was still very wary of some kind of trap, but when no further sign of “extracurricular” communication was found between her and anyone else I was more readily willing to go forward with the things Zara and I had discussed.

Zara gave these details and checked the following boxes on the application:

5’7”

130lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Green

Dogs

Vaginal

Oral

Public (semi)

Public (daily routine)

Humiliation (mild)

Filmed (not distributed)

Zara told me that when she felt horny she liked to wear a distinct shade of burgundy lipstick and that she that she had never told anyone about that. It was another kink she had,, hoping someone would see that trigger and take advantage of her. I asked her if she had a safe word and she said “overpass” because her father is a civil engineer. I added that to her file and continued to watch her while letting her know that her “lucky color” was going to be orange. I allowed two “opportunities” go by as she left her front door with that burgundy lipstick showing like a beacon. Each time I saw her come home extremely frustrated and looking over her shoulder before lingering on her porch, then going inside and slamming the door.

In the mean time I found out that Zara was a software engineer working on her degree and I knew just how I could use her expertise. The night before her usual daily run I set up motion activated cameras in a specially selected clearing about thirty feet off Zara’s main route. I had dropped the color orange into several of our conversations as a subliminal preparation for this day and counted on her observing the orange collar and leash on the golden retriever “wandering loose” that she would encounter.

I did manage to time it perfectly, however. Zara emerged from her house one morning wearing her favorite dark burgundy lipstick as predicated. Her mascara and eyelashes also looked particularly on point this morning as well. Zara looked up and down the street slowly, then crossed the road and entered the park. I tracked her progress, modern technology is wonderful, while following a good distance behind. When she passed the apex and turned back toward home I made my move.

I cut directly cross country and got to where I had left Buster. When I emerged from the bushes the golden retriever looked up at me and grinned with his tongue lolling off to the left. I gave him some water and scratched his head before leading him out toward the main jogging trail. I left Buster near the edge of the trail and told him to stay, with an extra special command, then proceeded back up the trail toward Zara. I started calling for Buster every fifty feet or so as I watched Zara’s blip on my smartwatch get closer. Seemingly all at once I stumbled across her, asking if she had seen my dog. She had not, and I continued up the trail calling for him.

After I had gone far enough to call for Buster twice more I checked my smartwatch and saw that she had continued down the trail as expected. I immediately circled back and sprinted toward the clearing I had selected. I managed to get to the clearing, breathing slow and deep, and sneak back up through the bushes towards the main trail before I heard her voice. Buster had played his part perfectly. He had waited to hear a female voice calling his name before going out to the trail and using his enthusiasm to pull her back off the trail into the shrubs.

When they emerged from the trees, Zara looked down at the orange leash and collar, then quickly around at the thick underbrush and trees. Zara moaned softly then urgently tore at the drawstrings of her baby blue jogging pants, biting her lower lip as she swivelled her head to and fro, trying to see if anyone was watching. Buster saw her pants coming down and thrust his muzzle up between her legs. Zara practically jumped, letting out a strangled squeak as Buster burrowed and slurped his muzzle deeper into her crotch.

Zara gasped and her legs almost collapsed from Busters enthusiastic tongue, but caught herself and managed to pull her pants down bellow her knees before they sank into the loam and leaned back. Buster plunged his snout down between her legs once again, slurping her juices and pushing his tongue into her pussy for more. Zara came at least twice on Buster’s tongue before she managed to push him away. Zara pressed herself down into the soft earth and raised her ass. She managed to snag Buster’s leash and pulled it up over her shoulder while still frantically scanning the foliage with wild eyes. Buster really needed no prompting. When he saw pussy he knew what to do. Zara slid a hand up under her top and clutched one of her tits, grabbing hard and pinching her nipple. As soon as Buster sank the tip of his cock home he plowed Zara’s aching cunt without a second thought. She let out a long guttural moan as the dog continued to slam his cock into her deeper and deeper. I zoomed my phone in on her face as Buster shoved his knot into her pussy, locking them together. Zara had the side of her face mashed into the dirt as Buster finally claimed her cunt as his own. Zara opened her mouth wide in a silent scream, then completely forgetting she already had a hold of his leash, Zara desperately fumbled backward, trying to grab one of Busters legs to keep him from getting away from her. Zara had some of the leaves and dirt wedged between her teeth as her jaws clenched down. Her body stopped responding to her commands entirely as a final volcanic orgasm seized her. Zara’s entire body clenched down hard. She sobbed and  clawed at the dirt like an animal with her free hand through clenched jaws. The unhinged animalistic sounds Zara made, can only be done justice by the original recordings.

All of this I got in UHD before emerging from the bushes, leaning down to film her face and saying “…I see you’ve found my dog.”.

Zara moaned again, trembled, and buried her face back down into the earth as she continued to orgasm. Eventually Buster’s knot popped free and Zara sprawled out down in the  undergrowth. I squatted down and made her a business proposition. She took my card, but couldn’t look me in the eye. She did call my two days later for a job after she had watched her private footage on my site. I offer extremely “beneficial” employee perks, especially to ones as technically savvy as her.

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Almost the complete opposite of that is what I call “easy meat”. It’s the stereo-typical housewife or divorcee, but they all have money one way or another. Either the husband has already “claimed” his trophy wife and no longer has that much of an urge to keep the claim on his “property”, or the lady has gotten rid of the useless neglectful idiot already and is completely free to move forward as she pleases.

The only two real exceptions are the “happily married couple” in which the lady is more than encouraged to pursue her desires, as long as all footage is provided to the accommodating husband, or the few specified clients of mine who has a very niche humiliation kink. I’m not sure if those ladies have some sort of domestic arrangement with the men, but every three to five months one of the women with contact me and I record her getting dominated but a large muscular dog or three. They say that they edit and send snippets of the raw footage to their ex. The recipients can’t legally prove it was any of my clients, but they really knows who sent him the footage of their wife/ex-wife being forced to submit to animal cock.

One of my “easy meat” clients has been with me for a few years. She (I will call her Jennifer) was the friend-of-a-friend type of connection. For a long while she just wanted to “get hers” while her husband was away or occupied with any number of business functions. I offered to do some recon on her husband’s business partners to see if they could be exploited, but she turned me down at that time.

About three years (and eight different dog cocks) she suspected that her husband was cheating on her and asked me to look into it. I found out that not only was Jennifer right, but there was a network of mistresses and depravity that even she was taken aback to find out about.

I did even more homework and then I showed Jennifer hours of footage. Her husband taking part in everything from run of the mill blowjobs, sex, and group sex, to what could legally be classified as “sexual assault”; but they always managed to get verbal consent on camera and never faced legal charges.

After that Jennifer went from being one of my “meat” clients to an active asset in my climb up the adder of power. We decided to take the idea from some of my previous clients and use further footage as “blackmail”. In reality my Jennifer was mostly just pissed off because her husband wouldn’t fuck her the way she saw her him, and his associates, use and abuse the girls we found on film or in photos.

Jennifer and I talked about what the next step should be. Now that she knew what her husband was really into, she wanted to become both  his and my “best asset”. So we devised a plan and  Jennifer had to fill out a new application to make it legitimate… So she filled out the following:

“Jennifer”:

5’8”

160lbs

Hair: Blonde

Eyes Blue

Sex (All [Zero Restrictions])

Animals (All [Zero Restrictions])

Degradation (All [Zero Restrictions])

Humiliation (All [Zero Restrictions])

Physical Abuse (All [No Permanent Injuries or Marks])

Verbal Abuse (All [Zero Restrictions])

Safeword: “Rumble”, Or three sharp barks of “Ah-Ah-Ah!” and tapping with her hand if her throat was occupied.

Client Notes: Break Me! Make me an unthinking sex puppet! Do not stop no matter what I say, unless I use the safe word. No “permanent” physical damage.

I then arranged for three joined rooms to be occupied for a week in an absolutely disgracefully rundown motel that was way passed the edge of town. It was an establishment that got  thoroughly cleaned once a month of you were lucky. I knew Jennifer would do as she was told, but I knew she was used to being waited on day-to-day. This was going to be a test of her training.

I heard a knock on the door of the main room after 11PM, which was thirty minutes after I had ordered her to arrive. I yanked the door open wide and there she stood. She always looked, to me, to be a slightly maternal version of Stefania Ferrario. Her jaw-length bleached hair was mussed and her makeup was smudged. The dim yellow light of the walkway bulb flickered off her black lingerie.

I had ordered Jennifer to wear black lace stockings, heels, garter belt, and bustier. She was allowed to cover herself with only a bare satin dressing robe, park her car out front and make her way through the entire motel complex until she got to these back rooms that I had reserved. She was not allowed to refuse any sexual proposition for any reason from the time she exited her car to the point I opened the door to my rooms.

I stood there looking at her before taking a long slow swig of whiskey from a large bottle. Jennifer waited nervously, her hands clutched down at the hem of her delicate satin robe. Her eyes were downcast, but flicked left and right to see if anyone else was coming.

“How many cocks did you suck getting here, whore?”

“Two…sir.”

“Fair enough. Where’s my money?”, Jennifer opened her mouth to respond and I slapped her hard across her left cheek. Jennifer sprawled  against the door frame and her hands immediately started searching herself for money. I didn’t give her an extra second to think before I backhanded her. She fell over on her left side and I noisily took another long drink of whiskey. Jennifer gasped,  pushing herself up to her knees clutching at my pant legs in shock. I grabbed her by her hair with one hand and motioned to my belt with the bottle of whisky. Jennifer quickly unbuckled my belt and scooped my cock out of my jeans. She instantly swallowed and sucked frantically trying to appease me. I use my handful of her hair to pump her mouth up and down on my cock as she knelt

When my cock reached the back of her throat I yanked her head up, waited for her watering eyes to focus  up on me, then spit down down on her forehead and forced her mouth back down on my cock. After a few more minutes I yanked her head back and spit in her face again. I kept going back and forth until I was absolutely sure she could not see clearly through the layers of spit oozing down into her eyes, and also that she had no thought in her head instinctively reacting to my next order. When I was sure she has only responding to her next direct physical or verbal stimulus, I pulled her head back one more time and left her kneeling with a “Stay!” command on the concrete walk in front of the door.

Jennifer gasped and tried to blink away the thick layer of spit from her eyes. She stroked her pussy and whimpered, but Jennifer knelt, waiting for her next order when we both heard a door open another few rooms down from us and waited. Nothing happened for about twenty seconds, then I heard footsteps approaching. Jennifer heard them too and reflexively turned her head and opened her mouth in anticipation. The footsteps stopped just outside the door frame and my field of view.

“Do whatever!” I called out. “She will do literally anything you want for a nickle.”

“A nickle?”

“Absolutely fucking anything my friend!”

He fished his cock out and stroked it until he was half hard, then I watched, and filmed, as his hand reach out and grabbed a handful of her hair. He fucked Jenifer’s mouth for a few minutes before holding her face down and  shooting his load down her throat. After he finished, I listened to him shuffle off back the other way, not evening leaving the five cents. I laughed.

“You stupid useless fucking whore. You can’t even collect five cents for me let alone suck a cock right. He had to use you like a sex toy to get himself off. Why the fuck should I let you stain this carpet with your sweat if you can’t even to that correctly?” and with that I slammed the door in her face.

I looked at my phone to check the time, then slipped into an adjoining room that I had booked. I checked to see that my footage from all the live cams was recording, propped up my current phone to cover another angle and grabbed a second phone out of a bag I had ready. Only after I made double sure that all of my tech was in order did I go back and open the door. I found Jennifer with another cock in her mouth. The guy kinda spooked, but I assured him he could do “anything” to her. Once he got that message he used both hands to absolutely plow her throat. Jennifer kept her hands loosely behind her back the entire time. The guy got more and more aggressive, fucking her face with Jennifer putting up no resistance. He practically choked her unconscious when he locked his hands behind her head, held her down, and shot his load down her throat. When he finally let go of her, Jennifer almost went face down into the cement walkway, but he held her up and squeezed every last drop of cum out of his cock onto her forehead before using her hair to wipe his cock clean and wandering off. I let Jennifer kneel there to recover and let her mind race before finally dragging her into the room.

I marched Jenifer into the bathroom and made her stare at herself  in the mirror. I toyed with her nipples, twisting and pulling on them, without ever allowing her to look away from her own image.

“You can stop this any time you want, you useless fucking slab of fuck-meat. If you don’t stop it right now. I can’t be responsible for anything else that happens to you. I mean… I’ve given certain instructions of course, but… once it’s out of my hands…”

I slammed down a plastic case on the edge of the bathroom sink, making her jump. Her hands travelled down my arm to grab and raised the case into her field of view as my fist was locked in her hair. Jenifer opened open the small case and looked down to find large black contacts. She shuddered and moaned, looking back up into my eyes through layers of spit.

“Do it, whore. Do it or walk home tonight knowing you’ll never see me again. No more dog cock, no more fantasies fulfilled, no more of this…”

Jenifer groaned again and I held her up to face herself in the mirror. I used my free hand to squeeze her tits as hard as I could before sliding it down between her legs. I stared into her eyes as she slowly and jerkily used her finger tips to put the blackout contacts in. I much preferred these to blindfolds. I always love seeing the full expression on their faces.

I pushed her face against the mirror and I slipped my cock into her wet pussy to give her a quick hard fuck. I pulled out just before she was about to orgasm and pushed her down onto her knees.

“Hold out your hand, bitch.” I growled.

She knew what to do and held out her left hand, I jerked myself off and shot as much of my cum onto her wedding ring as I could, making sure I got the whole thing on full zoom. Then I decided to clear my throat and and drop a thick phlegmy green gob on Jenifer’s diamonds for good measure. I got a good shot of Jenifer’s blind stare as I gripped her wrist then pushed her hand towards her mouth. As she sucked and swallowed I roughly used the palm of my hand to rub Jenifer’s pussy until she got off with her wedding ring in her mouth, then I shoved three of my fingers into the back of her throat, gripped her jaw, and marched her back out to the bed. I threw her face down and tied her wrists together behind her back with some random yellow synthetic rope I found out behind the dumpster. It bit into her skin and she cried out, but I knelt down on her shoulders as I used a lighter to melt the two ends of the rope then fuse them together. One burning drop landed between her shoulder blades and she yelped, trying to get away from the sizzling drop of molten plastic. Pulling back I raised her face into the view of three cameras while I used my knees to spread her legs wide. I used my free hand to shove more fingers down the throat, making her gag and wretch, then smearing her spit on my cock for lube and slowly shoved my cock up her ass. Jenifer cried out and tried to struggle, but I kept her pinned down. I started fucking her harder and harder until she was screaming into the pillow and I blew another load.

There was a knock at the door soon after and I walked over to see who it was through the peep hole. I looked back to see Jenifer mildly panicked before I threw the door open and stepped back into the room. The cool air and new smells made Jenifer extremely nervous as she lay naked on the bed, the contacts blinding her. I grinned at the three men stepping through the door while I stoked my cock.

“OK Boys, no permanent physical damage now…”

They laughed and started shucking off clothes, leaving the door open behind them. I took the lead and yanked Jenifer’s head up by her hair, then shoved her mouth down on my cock as I took a seat on the corner of the bed. I pumped Jenifer’s mouth up and down like she was a sex toy while my friends started to  play with the rest of her. Bob and Tyler took no time at all trying to see who could force  more digits into either fuck-hole. They laughed sadistically while seeing who could be the first to get a whole fist into her cunt or asshole. James on the other hand was stroking himself and using his free hand to slap down hard on Jenifer’s soft round ass. Between the three of them Jen was giving me the best hummer I’ve ever had. She kept screaming, gagging, and struggling as they kept up the unrelenting abuse.

I was getting ready to blow another load so I yanked Jenifer’s mouth up off my cock and stood. I made Jennifer turn over then I sat back down on her face to make her eat my ass. I stroked my cock as her muffled tortured screams vibrated up through my prostate and I shot another load onto her abused tits.

I told the boys to do whatever they wanted, they all knew the safe word and I could trust them to stop… but I could also trust them to keep pushing Jenifer’s limits until they ran out of gas. I was right. I retired to room number one and observed the video feeds. While I dozed and kept an eye on things I watched my friends take out their frustrations on this rich trophy wife. None of them were in great shape or even really attractive, but they had decent sized cocks and they took advantage when I set them up with women who wouldn’t say no… and I knew Jenifer would never say no to me.

They put her through what they called the O-ring O-lympics and took turns fucking her ass as hard as they could. When none of them could get her to say the safe word, they started using any object they could find around the motel room. While Bob was looking for something to use there was an “Oh Shit!” from the doorway.

Tyler looked over and said “Hey! C’mon in, man! This whore will do anything you want for five fucking cents!”. I panned one camera over and caught a random homeless man transfixed in the doorway. He had one hand on his shopping cart full of recycling and another on his cock under his filthy pants. Tyler enthusiastically waved him into the room and told the man what the game was. If he could fuck her hard enough to force her to give up the safe word he won the game. James grabbed Jenifer by the throat and ordered her to raise her ass up. He started describing the man that was about to use her asshole, how dirty he was, he hadn’t bathed or brushed his teeth in weeks, his fingernails were long and jagged.

“Good whore. Here he comes. You feel that? What’s his filthy cock doing?”

“Oh god no! He’s pushing into my pussy! Uhh!”

“Your cunt! You really are just a dumb cum bucket!” James spat into her open mouth, “…all you’re good for is being a cum sponge. Any cock that comes your way just keeps ending up in one of your useless holes.”

“Ughh! Yes, sir! Oh God!”

“Do you feel him inside you, whore? Do you smell him?” James forced Jenifer’s head back as far as he could. The homeless man couldn’t resist any longer. He clutched his hands around  Jenifer’s jaw, pulling her face backwards into a forced kiss. He kept slamming his cock  into her battered cunt while giving her no space to breathe.

Eventually the man came in a volcanic series of long grunts and groans, pumping his load deep into Jenifer’s pussy while he clutched her tight against him. He kind of collapsed on top of her and took a long series of deep breaths and moans. The entire time James forced her face toward a camera, muttering all kinds of nasty shit into her ear. I knew he would do this, so I had positioned a few extra cameras for such an event.

“You hear that? You feel that, bitch? Every time he groans he pumps more sperm into your high-priced womb. How are you going to tell you rich husband that he has to raise the child of some random homeless man? How many fucking STD tests are you going to need tomorrow? You don’t even know who I am, let along him. Is his cock still dumping cum inside you? Will it be a boy or a girl? Maybe if I climb on top next it can be twins… Or maybe I’ll just fuck your ass again.”

I watched some more as they rolled the homeless man off Jenifer and took one more turn each sodomizing her and choking her with their cocks down her throat before getting their clothes together and leaving. The homeless man was still in the room and looking around as he stroked his cock. He sauntered over to the bed and used both hands to pull her face towards his foul smelling cock and balls. Jenifer gagged at the smell, but sucked and swallowed everything he shoved into her mouth. He pushed her backward onto the bed and Jenifer spread her legs instinctively. The man practically fell on top of her as he thrust the head of his cock into her cunt again. He savagely clutched her round tits and fucked her as hard as he could before once more loudly groaning and pumping his sperm into her.

“I hope you ain’t lookin’ for no alimony, bitch!” he said as he rolled off her and zipped himself up.

I waited until the man left, leaving the door still wide open to the night air, before I came back out of the first room of the three I had rented. Jenifer was laying face up on the bed, her legs still spread and sperm oozing from her used holes. I went across and closed the door hard enough to make her jump again and slapped one of her tits as I walked passed the bed. Jennifer yelped and rolled onto her side. I walked over the adjoining door that connected this middle room with the third one I had rented. I went inside to where I had three large kennels stored. The three big dogs enthusiastically rattled and shook their cages. I let the first one loose and the Rottweiler bounded passed me into the next room. I closed the door and let the other two dogs, an Irish Wolfhound and a Husky, out to have a little water and food before putting them away again and going back into the main room.

Jennifer was already face down on the bed with the dog’s cock hammering away in her pussy. With her hands tied behind her back she was struggling to keep her balance. She spread her knees wider and groaned rhythmically into the mattress. I crossed the room and slammed the door behind me to let her know she was trapped in the room with him. Over the next hour he plowed her three more time before he lay on his side panting. Jennifer knew her place. She managed to crawl around to where he lay on the bed and buried her face between his legs. She sucked and licked his cock and balls, sucking up swallowing every drop of sperm she could get. When his cock finally went down she moved her face towards his and started to suck on his lolling tongue. She lay next to him giving him open-mouthed kisses and curling one leg over his back, trying to pull his cock toward her wanton cunt.

I took that as a signal and went back into the room. I hooked a finger into the dog’s collar and got him to his feet. I ordered Jennifer up to her knees and after a bit of a struggle she managed it. I ordered her to give her stud a kiss goodbye. Jennifer responded by opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. I guided her mouth under the Rottweiler’s tail and watched as she urgently licked and tongued his asshole. I let her continue for at least five minutes knowing that she would eat this dogs ass for the rest of the night if I didn’t tell her to stop. Then I led the dog away to his crate and unleashed the Husky. I knew what Jennifer was in for with him . I had used Timber before for some of these outings and he was going to put Jennifer through it. He had enough energy for three other dogs and the sex drive of two rabbits. So I took some time to take the Rottweiler and the Wolfhound outside for a bathroom break before I went back inside.

When I got back in to check on the footage, Jennifer was on her back with her hips raised and Timber’s big knot locked inside her. Her thighs shook and her jaw was clenched as she came. Timber stood tall over her, one paw mashed down onto Jennifer’s right breast. She was covered in big dark red scratches from his frantic enthusiasm. I rewound some of the captured footage and saw that he had lived up to his reputation. He had lunged up onto the bed where Jennifer was kneeling and shoved his tongue down her throat until she was eventually forced over backwards. After that he had slurped her inflamed pussy for a short time then immediately mounted his bitch as she raised her ass up off the bed. Timber had knotted her twice now while I had been outside and Jennifer was in for far more before his tank was empty.

I took the opportunity to get a nap which wasn’t easy from all of the loud moans and high pitched cries from next door. I did manage to get an hour or so of sleep though and when I woke up I saw Timber and Jennifer together in a sixty-nine of sorts. I panned and zoomed a camera in to see that Jennifer had his knot locked in her mouth. Her eyes were watering and she gagged repeatedly as his balls throbbed against her face. Reviewing the footage I saw that Jennifer had collapsed when Timber had puled his knot free from her pussy the last time and she had tried to placate him with her mouth. Timber had accepted this new hole and fucked her face no different than he would treat a bitch’s cunt. When his swollen knot was locked behind her teeth, Jennifer had slowly sunk onto her side from lack of oxygen, but had managed to wrap her thighs around Timber’s head and he was lapping away happily with his cock down the back of his bitch’s throat.

I watched Jennifer keep her legs squeezed around Timbers head until his cock finally slid free. She kept sucking and licking his cock and balls until his cock sank back down. I let her spend another few minutes just sucking his balls before I opened the door to the room. Jennifer heard the door open and immediately moved up from Timbers’ balls to his anus, giving him the rimjob of a lifetime without me doing so much as just opening that door. I left her with her mouth under his tail for at least ten minutes this time. She came at least once more from his tongue as well.

This time after I had taken Timber back to rest I came back and rolled Jennifer onto her back. She spread her legs without hesitation. I loudly pulled off a short length of duct tape from a roll and slapped it down over her pussy. Jennifer yelped, and gasped as I rubbed and pressed the tape down hard. I used another handful of her hair to haul her up so that she was sitting on the very corner of the bed with her legs spread wide, then I went and retrieved the Wolfhound.

I led him into the room and let him smell between Jennifer’s legs before having him sitting in front of her. Their faces were on a level and he licked her face. Jennifer puled back slightly in surprise, then opened her mouth involuntarily. The Wolfhound was well trained and sat there using his tongue across every inch of Jennifer’s sweaty face and deep into every corner of her mouth. She would occasionally gag when he reached her tonsils, but she always raised her chin again and soundlessly begged for his tongue again. I let this go on for quite a while before I pulled her up to a standing position and made her turn around.

“You know what’s coming don’t you, whore?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Do you want it to stop now?”

“No sir…”, she shivered involuntarily.

“You don’t sound very sure to me. It sounds like you’re scared. You want it to stop don’t you?”

“Y-no sir!”

“Just… say… the word… whore… Or get what’s coming.”

“n-No sir!”

“Why not?”

“…because I deserve it, sir!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a stupid whore! My husband has cheated on me our entire marriage!”

“Who is your husband?”

“Senator James Jefferies! I have proof of his infidelity! I have proof of him committing crimes!”

“Interesting… Last chance…”, but Jennifer remained silent, blinking unseeingly into the camera.

I pushed her face down into the mattress and told her “Stay.”, then snapped my fingers and the Wolfhound lunged up onto her. He found the only available hole quickly and fucked Jennifer’s ass as she groaned and wailed into the sheets. After his knot had finally slammed home and locked inside her, Jennifer’s legs shook and guttural raspy sobs tore from her used throat. Her head turned once putting her face on camera. The sheets were clenched between her teeth as sweat ran down her face.

I left them to it. The Wolfhound sodomized her five times before he also lay down panting. It took Jennifer some minutes to recover and crawl back to her duties. By that time the dog’s cock had shrunk and retreated so she was left with only his balls to service. She spent some moments doing that before moving on to using her mouth on his asshole. Of course I let this go on for quite some time, waiting to see if she would slack off, but she did not. This rich senator’s wife kept licking and tonguing this random dog’s ass like it was the last thing on earth.

Eventually I got up and led the dog away. I took my time before I came back though. Letting the dogs out again and giving them more food and water. When I went back into the room Jennifer was asleep on the carpet between the bed and the door. I opened the door to let the cool night air in. I watched Jennifer. It took her a few minutes to feel the air and have it wake her up. She jerked up and struggled back to her knees in a panic.

“Not nap time yet, bitch. I have a special place for you to sleep.”

I hauled her to her feet and marched her back into the bathroom. I pulled a knife from my pocket and opened it with a loud snap next to her ear. She jumped and I growled in her ear for her to hold still. I used the knife to quickly slice the rope binding her hands. With her hands free I ordered her to take the blinding contacts out. She did so with very shaky hands. I again grabbed her hair and held her face up to the mirror while she blinked and tried to shrink away from the light. When Jennifer’s eyes had readjusted to the light, and her eyes stopped watering, I held up a collar and let her read the words “K9 SLAVE” picked out in metal studs on the thick black leather.

“Put it on, bitch. Put it on, and know that from now on your holes belong to me. You can look good in front of the press. You can go to as many high society functions and fundraisers as you like, but know that I just might have you getting gang-fucked by strays and rescues out behind the dumpsters before dinner is served. I may have you doing ‘outreach for the homeless’ on any random Wednesday. Know that every time your husband votes against aid for war veterans, some of them will get to use your body for their therapy instead… and let’s not even get started on marijuana convictions…”

Jennifer looked into my eyes, then down at the collar. Her hands shook, but she wrapped the leather around her throat and snapped the lock closed at the back of her neck her neck with a quiet moan. I hawked and spat another fat wad of phlegm onto the mirror and she lapped it up without hesitation. I handed her the end of a leash and she snapped it closed on the ring at the back of her neck. I lead her back out into the room and looped the handle of the leash over the corner of the headboard. Jennifer stayed like a good bitch and posed for pictures as I instructed her. She was covered in sweat, crusts of cum and spit, as well as her makeup being smeared across her face. Dark red hand prints and scratches splotched and crisscrossed her voluptuous body. I reached over and grabbed the leash, wrapping it around my fist. I pulled up and took more pictures with my phone as her face went darker shades of red and purple and her eyes went wider with panic. When her eyes finally started to roll up, I got a few more good shots and let go to let her breathe.

“Are you ready for sleep, bitch?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Will you be obedient? Or do you require further training, bitch?”

“Yes! No, sir! Please!” her hands fumbled at my pants as she started to sink to her knees again.

“No, bitch!” I yanked her back up with the chain, forcing her to stand up straight “Heel!”.

I lead her out of the motel and  around back into an alley. I felt her tremble through the leash as we went three blocks passed filthy dumpsters behind a strip mall and out into some spare unused land the city hadn’t developed yet. Jennifer struggled to walk across the open ground in her heels in the dark, but we made our way over to a well lit compound.

We walked up along the fence line and around to the front gate where I used my keys to unlock the gate and disable the alarm. I looped Jennifer’s leash through the chain link fence and locked things up behind us. I could see her shivering in the cool night air as I took her leash up and led her down an aisle between fenced in pens and kennels. I led her around to a back corner of the complex and let out a low whistle. I placed Jennifer’s hand on the gate latch and whistled again. Two huge heads raised up out of kennels that lead out into the paddock. Jennifer shuddered again as two immense mastiffs emerged to look out through the fence. I hit a switch that opened their gates and the two massive dogs wandered out into the open area. Jennifer gasped and clutched the fence, her eyes never wavering from the two brutes.

“Unlock the gate, bitch. One of them will claim you… eventually You can sleep then. Don’t get caught in the open when the staff arrives. That will surely make headlines.”

Jennifer fumbled at the gate hasp and let herself in. She two two long steps, then sank to her knees and crawled toward her two newest studs. They gave her a thorough sniffing and licking, with her returning as many open-mouthed licks as she could, before one of the huge dogs mounted her and forced her face down into the AstroTurf. She didn’t have the strength to do anything but keep her ass up and take his cock as he pounded away in her cunt. Eventually he forced his knot home and she lay there under him moaning and clutching at the fake grass. Eventually he pushed off her and turned so they were facing away from each other. He started waddling back to his kennel with Jennifer still locked to his knot. She cried out and tried to resist, but he slowly pulled her by her cunt inch by inch toward his sleeping area. All at once his knot loudly popped free and Jennifer was left sobbing into the synthetic grass. The first dog wandered off to look after himself and the second dog quickly moved in to claim the bitch. He aimed high and forced his cock into Jennifer’s ass. She was so overwhelmed that all she could do was claw at the ground and try to grab one of his legs so she didn’t suffer the same as before. Eventually the big dog planted a heavy paw down on the back of her head and pinned Jennifer in place while pumping his seed into her. Jennifer clutched his paw and desperately tried to keep him from pulling away.

I filmed until the second mastiff’s cock slid out of Jennifer’s abused asshole, then made my way back to the motel. I owned the kennels anyway, the rest of the night would be caught on security cameras. I had sent the staff home for a few weeks, with pay, because of an “biannual cleaning procedure”. I used times like this for my extracurricular ventures. The cleaning only took three days anyway. I had also paid Tyler to show up around 11AM and make a bunch of noise like it was staff at feeding time just to make Jennifer panic a little bit the next morning.

I got back to the motel, packed everything up into a van and left. The next evening after I had rested, I went back to the kennels and collected Jennifer as well as the site footage. I saw that Jennifer had been absolutely fucked into oblivion. The two mastiffs had taken turns knotting and using her for another two hours before they both had enough and went back to sleep. Jennifer was left sprawled out in the paddock exhausted. Sperm oozed from every one of her holes as she lay there in absolute exhaustion. Tyler had shown up four hours later and Jennifer had blindly scrambled headlong into one of the kennels to hide with one of the mastiffs

I led here by her leash to the back of the van and loaded her into her own crate. When I snapped the lock closed she softly moaned again. I let her sleep at the foot of my bed when I got her home while I edited her footage into a multi-part video series for my site and a short forty second snippet for her to show her husband. She wanted him to know that she held the power now. All of the sounds from my editing must have riled her back up, because after a long hot bath and some food she seemed ready to go all over again. Consequently she spent the weekend under my desk or chained to the foot of my bed, available for any of the dogs to use. Their owners paid outrageous fees for my personal care and attention. So I felt it was only appropriate that they have access to top shelf pussy.

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Chapter Three: Office Work

It was late Friday morning when I pulled up around the back of a large industrial building in one of my cargo vans. On the top floor were my offices. I had at first rented the space, then purchased the building through one of my shell companies when it became available. I liked the location. It was out of the way, lots of loud activity in the surrounding area, and no one thought twice about a lot of sound proofing being installed or random dogs coming and going. Everyone needed a shop dog or cat.

I went around to the back of the van and got Buster out of his travel kennel. Buster was a very large Husky that I was looking after for a couple who were vacationing in Belize “for the season”. I had just picked him up from the groomers and he was excited for what ever else was on today’s agenda. We went over to the staircase that zigzagged up the rear of the building to the top floor and started up. Today would be a reward for my assistants and for Buster. The groomer said that he was very well behaved and he deserved some treats. Well, I was about to give him some.

When I unlocked the door the first person I saw was Zara. Her hair was up in pigtails today. She had quickly become an asset and office fixture. She was dressed in sneakers, some grey booty shorts, and a cut-off t-shirt that showed her abs. She sat up straighter and poised up on her toned ass behind her desk while smiling at me. When she looked down and saw Buster she bit her lower lip and took a quick inward breath. I winked at her as she slipped a hand down the front of her shorts.

Also in the office were two more women who had been “recruited” in the same way as Zara. Both had been with me for some years now. Sitting diagonally across from Zara was Holly. Holly was a short curvy blonde who always joked that the curves were “fuel tanks for a sex machine”. She was perpetually horny, but also an absolute magician with finances.

Across from Holly was Melissa. She was a tall brunette who was built like a business mans’ wet dream, or maybe a housewives’ nightmare. Melissa was the glue that held many of my enterprises together. She was so organized that she sometimes remembered my birthday when I did not. Melissa exuded sexuality and knew exactly what that did to people. She loved to tease and hint at veiled promises, but never deliver. I knew that behind all of the tricks was a deep need to be dominated and used sexually. She didn’t really allow any but a select few in close enough for that. I can always tell when she is in need of more than just random sex though. Her attitude around the office slowly takes a nose dive and she becomes quite short even with the girls and myself. She had been snippy with us for the last week, so a few days ago I asked her what her plans were for the coming weekend. She replied that she had no plans, but that she had to attend another parent-teacher meeting for her son who was acting out again at his high school. She was divorced and split custody with the father, so I had to pick my play time carefully.

When I entered the room Holly and Melissa spotted buster, gasped with delight, and quickly pulled their panties down, kicking them off into the center of the room. Zara never wore underwear to the office so her tight cotton shorts followed suit. I let go of Buster’s leash as I walked through the room and entered my office. I got to my desk and flipped on my monitors. I watched Buster sniff the garments then lift his head to smell the room. He circled, smelling the air, then trotted over to Holly’s desk and stuck his head under. Holly groaned and spread her legs wider as Buster pushed his muzzle between her thighs and started licking.

Melissa and Zara sighed in disappointment and stroked their pussies as they watched Holly shove her chair back and put her heels up on her desk. Buster lashed his tongue across Holly’s pussy like he was starving. She yelped and tried to push him away a few times, but he was having any of that. Soon he lunged up onto her with such force he slammed the back of her chair against the wall. He started bucking his hips and Holly eagerly slid her ass to the edge of her seat to meet his cock. As soon as the tip of his cock found her hot hole he started slamming into her. Holly cried out and clung to him as he hammered  her cunt with his swelling cock.

Melissa started taking off her blouse and skirt revealing black lingerie to match the heels she wore, whereas Zara simply took off the tiny shirt covering her firm tits and was now only wearing her white sneakers that contrasted with her dark caramel skin. Melissa crawled across the room and under Holly’s desk. Melissa knew where all the cameras were because she helped install them, so she was easily able to move Buster’s tail and make sure that the camera caught his fat knot cramming into Holly’s cunt before she sucked both of Busters balls into her mouth.

While Melissa was performing her duty under the desk, Zara scampered over and kissed Holly deeply until they both groaned and had to pull away for air. Buster’s tongue lolled and Zara quickly sucked his tongue into her mouth, her hand sliding down between them to grab one of Holly’s big round tits. Zara and Holly took turns sucking Buster’s tongue and opening their mouths wide to receive his enthusiastic tongue. Meanwhile Melissa had slid a hand between the dog and Holly. She stroked Holly’s clit while her mouth slithered back and forth from Busters’ balls and his asshole.

I let this go on for a while until I was sure Buster was just about to pull out of Holly. Then I used the intercom to call Melissa into my office. I grinned at the look of frustration on her face, but she obeyed, looking back as Zara swiftly replaced her under Holly’s desk.  Melissa entered and stood behind my left shoulder, her magnificent tits and ass on display. I didn’t turn my head, as much as I wanted to. I waited and watched as Buster pulled his knot out of Holly with a sodden pop and Zara latched her mouth around Holly’s pussy to guzzle all of the cum she could suck out of the small curvy dynamo. Zara used one hand to palm his knot and direct any more of Buster’s spurts of cum toward her as she sucked and used her fingers to scoop out every drop of dog sperm she could.

I made Melissa stand and watch as Zara switched from Holly to Buster, sucking and swallowing as he stood panting over them. Zara knelt before Buster when he dismounted from Holly’s chair and coaxed Buster into more deep tongue kisses before standing and offering her soaking pussy for him to lick. He didn’t need any further prompting and gave Zara the same vigorous licking he had delivered to Holly. When Buster decided it was time to mount the new bitch, Zara quickly turned and bent over Holly’s desk, spreading her muscular legs wide. Buster got on top of her and shoved his cock home. Zara gasped and groaned with every fast hard thrust while staring into Holly’s lust glazed eyes. Holly slowly slid down out of her chair and under her desk.

I listened to Melissa’s breathing get quicker and the rasp of her stockings as she pressed her thighs together and shifted her weight. I waited some more as we watched Holly snake her hot tongue up and down from the tip of Zara’s clit all the way up under Buster’s tail. Finally I heard a very soft sigh of frustration from Melissa and I reached down to unzip my pants.

Melissa immediately sank to her knees and frantically undid my belt to pull my cock out. She pulled at my pants to get them down and started sucking my cock. I moaned and clutched a hand in her hair. I watched Holly continue to get Zara off while also sucking Buster’s throbbing balls and licking his asshole. When I was hard I pulled Melissa’s head back and made her suck my balls as well for a while until finally using my handful of her hair to shove her mouth back down onto my cock and into her throat. I used her mouth like a sex toy as I watched the other two women being used by and pleasuring the Husky. When Buster pulled his knot out of Zara she lay across the desk and her legs shook. Her whole body tensed up as she came again. Holly’s face was drenched in sperm that gushed out of Zara’s cunt and I used both hands to hold Melissa’s lips around the base of my cock as I shot my cum down her throat.

Eventually my grip relaxed, but Melissa stayed where she was. She sucked my cock and massaged my balls as Buster had the two other women worshipping his cock in the next room. Melissa could hear the sounds coming out of my computer speakers and I knew she desperately wanted to join them. When I was finally done I looked down and told her “Go.”. Melissa started to get to her feet, but I told her “No! Crawl, bitch.”. She obeyed and crawled to the door. She had forgotten that she had closed the door behind her when she came in. When reached up to twist the doorknob I barked.

“No bitch!” Melissa quickly jerked her hand away and looked back over her shoulder at me. “Beg, bitch!”

“Please, sir. Can I be let out to play?”

“Do you think you’ve earned playtime?”

“Yes, please sir!”

I got up and opened the door for her, giving her a hard slap on the ass that left a livid hand print as she crawled through the doorway. Melissa was just in time for Buster to bully Holly backwards over Melissa’s desk and lunge up onto her. Holly wrapped his short powerful legs around Buster as his cock slammed home. Holly wailed and buried her face in his chest as her hot greedy pussy took another pounding. Zara stood next to them and encouraged Buster by massaging his balls and greedily tilting her head to let him use every inch of her mouth with his tongue. Melissa crawled over to them and immediately used her mouth to work up and down between Holly ass Busters’. Zara would move her hand to let Melissa suck Buster’s balls occasionally, but mostly kept Melissa on rim job duty.

I watched for a while longer. Zara and Holly figured out the game fairly quickly and kept Buster mostly up out of Melissa’s reach. Zara got Buster to climb up onto her desk with her and they fucked missionary style while Holly stood over them so Buster could lick her pussy. Melissa was stuck kneeling on the floor and lapping up any cum that drizzled to the edge of the desk.

After that buster needed a break. Zara and Holly put on a show for him while Melissa buried her face between his legs as he lay on his side. While he was having his cock and balls sucked by the head of the office, Zara and Holly went after each other aggressively. They locked mouths and frantically rubbed each other’s pussies, trying to incapacitate each other with orgasms until neither could breathe. After neither would concede, they started shoving fingers up each other’s asses and trying to choke each other or maul each other’s tits while still smothering each other with hard deep kisses. Eventually Zara flung Holly onto her back and sat on her face. Holly struggled to get free, but Zara dropped all of her weight on the smaller woman and grabbed one of Holly’s ankles. Zara started slapping Holly’s inflamed cunt while grinding her hips down on Holly’s face.

The action seemed to trigger something in Buster who got up to his feet and circled around the two women. Melissa tried desperately to keep up with him, but she had no chance. Buster finally shoved his muzzle down between Holly’s legs and lashed his hot strong tongue across her abused pussy lips. Zara saw that he was ready to fuck again and pulled Holly’s legs back towards her. Buster moved forward and bucked his hips. Zara raised Holly’s ass up further while guiding the tip of Buster’s cock. Holly wailed into Zara’s cunt as Buster slam-fucked her ass. Zara’s hips bucked frantically as she came hard from the vibration while Holly was cumming from the savage fucking. Buster shoved his tongue into the back of Zara’s throat while her mouth was agape as she came. Melissa was once again reduced to using her mouth to pleasure the big dog’s balls and asshole while he pumped another flood of hot cum into her friend. Zara eventually reached down and pulled Melissa up by a hand full of hair to meet her own hot mouth. Zara clutched Buster’s head to her shoulder while the two women battled each other with their tongues. Melissa finally tried to pull back and Zara leered down in triumph. She allowed Melissa to have Buster use her mouth with his tongue while pinching, pulling, and slapping Melissa’s nipples.

When Zara judged that Buster was about to pull out of Holly’s tight ass, she shoved Melissa back down, spitting in her face before Melissa could get back to her position. Zara kept a grip on one of Holly’s ankles and Buster’s collar so neither could move very far. When Buster yanked his knot free, Holly yelped again and Melissa guzzled as much cum from Holly’s asshole as she could. Zara hadn’t let Buster go free though and so while Melissa was sucking hot dog sperm out of her friends ass, all of Buster’s remaining spurts of cum sprayed down onto the Melissa’s head. It sprayed into her hair and ran down her scalp. Zara still sat on Holly’s face and cocked her head to the side to continue to provide access to her mouth for him.

Buster needed another break after this and I thought he might be nearly done for the day. I took the opportunity to check all the cameras, then went out into the office and had a seat in a chair. I got my pants down and stroked by cock as the tangled mass of flesh and fur slowly unwound. Zara spotted me first, of course, and crawled to me. She gobbled my balls into her mouth and sucked while swirling her tongue and rubbing her pussy. Melissa quickly followed Zara and swallowed my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and pumped her mouth up and down like she was a fleshlight.

I noticed Buster showing signs of enthusiasm again so I pulled Melissa up on top of me. I made her sit down on my cock. We both moaned as I sank into her hot pussy and I started fucking her from the bottom. I grabbed one of Zara’s short pigtails and pushed her face between Melissa’s big round ass cheeks. Melissa groaned and bowed her head against my chest as her holes were being exploited. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, shoving three fingers into the back of her throat. Melissa clutched the back of the chair, yielding to anything I did to her. She gagged and wretched as my fingers plunged down past her tonsils. My cock slammed up into her cunt as Zara’s tongue and fingers plunged deep into her asshole. Finally I forced a fourth finger into her mouth and used by thumb to clamp down under her jaw. Melissa gagged and came, and gagged and came again on my cock.

I saw Buster coming and pushed Zara’s head down. He stopped briefly to sniff and lick her pussy before moving up onto his new bitch. Zara whimpered and bit her lip before guiding the tip of Buster’s cock into Melissa’s well prepared asshole. I clamped a hand down hard on one of Melissa’s big round tits as Buster brutally took her ass. She tried to scream around the hand that I had jammed into the back of her throat while Buster’s knot swelled with every savage thrust.

When Buster’s knot slammed into her for the final time her legs were already shaking. Melissa’s strangled screams had turned to deep guttural sobs. Melissa’s cunt clamped down on my cock and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shot my load deep inside her, grunting and groaning like an animal. When I regained my senses I pulled my hand out of Melissa’s mouth and let her slump down onto my chest. Holy had come up beside us and was giving Buster full access to her mouth whenever he wanted it as he rubbed her pussy.

Eventually Buster yanked his knot out of Melissa’s tight asshole, then both Zara and Holly converged to suck and drink all the cum they could. My cock had deflated as well so they had even more to keep them busy. For the next few hours it was a no-holes barred fuck fest. Buster had largely run out of steam, but after I bent Zara over her desk and fucked her ass he couldn’t resist. I held her face down against the cold wooden surface while the dog plowed her relentlessly and the other two women kept their mouths busy with his and her other holes. I also made them play “hole roulette”. All three women knelt between my legs with their mouths busy on my cock and balls. Eventually Buster got up for one last go around and came over to investigate. After a little wandering back and forth and some rapid taste tests he selected a victim. Zara’s eyes flew open and I knew the big dog hadn’t sunk down low enough to fuck her pussy. I shoved her mouth down on my cock as the Husky hammered her ass. Holly crawled back underneath and stared sucking Zara’s clit while Melissa took up her place once again, sucking Buster’s pulsating balls and tonguing his asshole.

I didn’t let Zara up off my cock until Buster had pulled out of her. She sagged to the floor at my feet while the other two women took turns sucking ans scooping sperm out of her ass. Buster went back into my office after that so he could lay down to have a nap. Eventually I followed him, fixed my clothes, shut down my computer, and went back out into the reception area. “He’s yours for the weekend.” I said to Holly. She smiled up at me, ran her hands up and down her sticky body and moaned. I looked at Melissa, tossed her, her blouse and skirt, then told her to be at my place thirty minutes after her parent-teacher appointment was over. I knew she only had forty-five minutes to get there through Friday traffic. No time for a shower. She would have to arrive with dog sperm leaking from every hole and oozing down out of her hair, unless it dried on her, even if she stopped to fix her makeup. I gave Zara a card that had both my address and Holly’s, then went back down to the van and drove home.

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Chapter Four: Home Life

I got in the van and drove about twenty minutes out of town before turning off down my tree-lined driveway. The driveway takes some long lazy turns, providing a good amount of separation of the house from the highway. I parked the van in the garage and used the remote to lower the door. There were a few cars parked in the roundabout in front of the house so I knew I had visitors. I checked the security logs from the terminal in the garage and grinned when I saw who it was. I opened the door to the house and went down to the basement wondering what Dave was up to.

My place is a huge old manor house on a few hundred acres of land. As mentioned before, I had acquired it when the housing market crashed and it came up for auction. I had the place fixed up and improvements made. One of which was a series of “play rooms” in the basement. We learned later that there was also a sub-basement and I am still formulating plans for that.

I went inside, down a flight of stairs, and opened the door to the control room. I flipped on the monitors, then started cycling between cameras to find which room Dave was using.

I met Dave back in college. I had seen him around campus. He was hard to miss being well over six feet tall and built like an African god chiseled out of obsidian. The strange thing was that with his build and stature, Dave didn’t seem to play any sports, though he did show up in more than a few of the nerdy circles that I frequented. After some months I got to know Dave over beers at a series of small get-together’s that we both happened to show up at. Soon after I learned that he had a pretty crippling case of social anxiety so he worked out maniacally to overcompensate, but that seemed to make things worse. The ladies practically threw themselves at him and the pressure made Dave even more anxious and stressed out. Long story short, I had been taking a psychology class at the time, so when I corralled him and got to talking, I proposed that he create some kind of a public persona, a character that he could use as a smoke screen. That seemed to help and he started to get laid more and more frequently. Pretty soon word got around campus that Dave also had a stereo-typically giant cock and so the steady stream of college girls that were throwing themselves at him before, now became a torrent. Later on when I had stumbled into my new profession, I called on Dave to help me out with some extremely needy clients. He had gone back home and got involved with his family’s business, so didn’t want his face seen. I proposed that he wear a mask. He took that a bit literally and showed up wearing a Jason-style goalie mask. It’s not what I meant, but he looked intimidating as hell so I just ran with it. I unleashed him on the client and after he was done, she was so dick-drunk and incoherent I thought I was going to have to get her medical attention. She desperately managed to talk me out of it, with her dreamy grin and depraved promises. A few weeks later she had called asking if “that huge freak” was available. Dave and I both thought “the huge freak” wasn’t very cool or flattering, and we had recently watched the movie 8MM, so after that he was known as “Machine” and that’s just how I think of him now while he’s working.

“Machine” was checked into room number three, which was painted all black, a padded floor with a kennel door on the two opposite walls. He was in there with two women who looked like pinups of Snow White, but at different ages. One woman was very young while the other was clearly a certified cougar in her prime. They both had black hair, pale white skin, and blue eyes. They both wore white knee-high high stockings, and black pumps. The rest of the clothes were torn and strewn all over the room. Machine was slam-fucking the older woman doggy-style with one fist full of hair while his other hand clamped under the woman’s jaw. Machine used his vice-like grip on the woman’s skull to force the Milf to stare up into the eyes of the younger woman as he ruthlessly rammed his cock as deep as he could. The younger woman was tied to a heavy wooden chair by her wrists, knees, and ankles with a ball gag in in her mouth. I checked logs and found that the older woman, Laura, was one of Machine’s long-standing clients and the younger woman, Brianna, was her niece.

I was intrigued and was about to look deeper into the file when another alarm chirp sounded. I quickly checked the security monitors. It was Melissa’s SUV winding down the driveway. I cleared her security requirements and had the garage door open for her. When she steeped out of her vehicle I used the house P.A. to order Melissa to come downstairs. Melissa obeyed. She kept her eyes down as she entered the room. Melissa stepped out of her skirt, and unbuttoned her blouse. I grabbed a handful of her long wavy brown hair and marched her to the chair behind the desk. I shoved her ass down into the chair behind the desk and made her watch Machine deal with his client.

I watched Melissa as she watched Machine. She wriggled and rubbed her thighs together as she watched him fuck Laura. While she was distracted I pushed the keyboard forward. The loud rattling sound brought Melissa’s attention back to present reality. As she looked down she saw a pair of handcuffs linked to a ring bolt set into the desk. I used my thumbs to swing the cuffs open, holding them for here to accept. With only a small hesitation and a slight whimper, Melissa placed the backs of her wrists into the handcuffs and a I latched them closed. Now she couldn’t get herself off while she was forced to watch.

Soon, Machine let out a groan and with a series grunts he pumped Laura’s pussy full of cum. When Machine had collected himself, he drug Laura to a point about four feet away from where her niece was bound to her chair with her legs spread. Machine left her there, looking up into the eyes of her charge, then went to the side of the room and smashed his fist into a large button on the wall.

Machine moved back to the door that lead out into the hallway as the kennel door slid open and a large muscular dog bounded out of his confines, then began sniffing around the room. Machine snapped his fingers and the dog lumbered over to him. Machine snapped his fingers again, pointed to where Laura knelt still with her ass in the air and her cheek pressed to the ground as she stared upward into Brianna’s eyes. Brianna watched as the large dog trotted over then started sniffing and examining Laura. He snuffed and slurped Laura’s spread thighs and her used pussy before unceremoniously lurching up on top of Laura and started to buck his hips. Laura let out a low groan and bit her lower lip while she continued to stare up at her niece. Laura started to gasp rhythmically with every hard and fast stab of the dog’s cock into her cunt. Quickly the rhythm of the thrusts and the gasps and groans merged as the tempo increased. Laura moaned as the hot cock penetrating her pussy swelled until the large knot finally forced its way deep into her, locking them together. Machine watched briefly, then quietly exited the room. Soon after the door swung open to the control room and Dave/Machine joined Melissa and I.

“Hey! What the score? Looks like you’re having fun.”

“The girl is newly off to college. The aunt controls the family money. Apparently the girl might be messing around with jocks and the aunt wants to dangle some bait to keep her on the line instead of ‘throwing away her education’ and getting pregnant. I try not to get into family politics, but I guess the parents are some kind of over protective and restrictive weirdos. So, typical rebellion phase I guess.”

“That sounds interesting. Need any help?”

“I don’t think so. Seems pretty straight forward… Hey… Why does this slut have dried cum in her hair and on her face?”

“She needed a lesson. How was parent teacher night, slut?”

“It went well, sir.”, Melissa said meekly.

“Any issues? Did anyone remark on your new fashion choice?”

“No, sir… but I did get some looks from my son’s teacher.”

“I bet. He probably wanted to take you out behind the dumpsters and add to it.”

“My son’s teacher is a ‘she’, sir.”

“Well then, maybe she wanted to get in on the Friday fun you were having. Maybe we should recruit her. Would you like that, slut? Would you like teacher to discipline you when you misbehave?”

“Perhaps, sir.”, Melissa blushed furiously and kept her eyes locked on the monitor.

Machine checked the monitors as well while we continued to discuss Melissa’s proclivities for dog sperm as if she wasn’t there. After the large dog pulled out and started slurping at Laura’s used pussy, Machine chuckled, grabbed a little green pill out of a bottle on the desk, and three bottles of water. I watched the camera as Machine walked back down the hall, swallowed the green pill, lowered his mask, and pushed the door open. The dog mounted Laura a second time as Machine entered and pounded his bitches’ cunt deep and fast before Machine had a chance to remove him.

While the dog had Laura pinned down, pumping his sperm into her womb, Machine walked over and stood just behind Brianna’s shoulder. He stroked his massive cock as the green pill took effect. Brianna’s couldn’t keep her eyes off her aunt being dominated by an animal, but the huge stiffening cock just to her right distracted her. Brianna moaned and clenched her hands into fists. She tried to rub her sleek thighs together, but with her legs tied to the legs of the heavy wooden chair she was completely unable to find any relief. Machine pressed the head of his cock into Brianna’s pale cheek, forcing her to look forward and watch her aunt shudder and moan into the padded floor with the dog panting on top of her.

After a while the dog got off Laura’s back and turned so they were ass-to-ass. Laura let out a long deep groan as the animal’s cock twisted inside her, then she cried out as the dog started pulling away. Laura desperately tried to reach back and grab the dog’s leg, but she missed and made a high pitched yelp as the big knot popped free of her pussy.

Melissa and I watched as Laura recovered, then crawled over to the stud and started sucking his cock. When the dog looked back and tried to clean himself, Laura opened wide and let him use her mouth with his tongue until he was finished with her and wandered off. Machine put the dog back in the kennel he came out of while Laura continued to crawl around the room, licking and sucking up puddles of cum. Machine watched her for a minute, then walked over to the door and opened it. He left it ajar then walked over to a wooden bench and sat down, stroking his enormous cock. Laura glanced at the door, then without hesitation crawled over and started kissing Machine’s feet. She slowly snaked her tongue up his leg before pushing her face between his legs and sucking his balls into her mouth. Machine watched Brianna while continuing to slowly stroke his cock. He raised one leg up onto the bench and Laura’s mouth went lower so she that could worship his asshole.

Machine laid back and reached under the bench for a remote. He turned on the TV set on the wall and pressed play. Immediately short video clips of Laura’s depravity started playing. Brianna watched her aunt getting fucked by dogs, pigs, and horses. She watched as man after man, after groups of men, used her aunt like a disposable sex toy, and have her thank them for the privilege. After about twenty minutes, Machine reached down and grabbed Laura by the hair, hauling her up on top of him. She obediently lowered herself onto his cock and let him brutally use her like the men on the video clips.

Machine hit another button on the remote and the kennel door on the opposite side of the room popped open. A huge mastiff bounded in and trotted over to where Brianna was tied to the chair. The dog sniffed and shoved his massive square muzzle between her legs. Machine grabbed Laura by the jaw and forced her to watch her niece. Brianna squealed and thrashed, trying to pull away or bring her stocking-clad knees together, but soon her pleading whimpers of protest devolved into just pleading. Before Brianna could cum, Machine snapped his fingers three times and the dog wandered over to him. Machine slapped Laura’s firm round ass and the dog took the hint. Machine kept Laura’s face turned toward her niece as the huge dog lurched up onto her back. Her eyes flew open wide as she realized what was happening. Laura kept her eyes on Brianna and grabbed the bench to brace herself. The clips on the TV shifted between Laura getting being used as a “cleaning station” during a party, then to her being tied down on her back with a snake thrashing to get deeper inside her cunt. Meanwhile the giant muscled dog was doing his best to find a hole for his cock. Machine reached down and grabbed one of Laura’s ass cheeks, pulling it to the side to allow the dog better access. Laura yelped then wailed as the animal penetrated then started to instinctively drive his cock up her ass. Brianna watched wide-eyed as her aunt was being violated. When the orange sized knot finally forced its way inside, Laura’s eyes glazed over and her mouth flew open in a silent scream as her body shook and spasmed, sandwiched between the huge dog and Machine.

I made Melissa watch as Machine continued to use the woman. Looking at her file, Laura seemed to be one of our clients that we had to protect from themselves. She was into a lot of sick shit. Most of which would end in prison time if anyone was caught. Brianna seemed to be in for quite a time. My phone buzzed and I checked it. It was a notification from Holly. I opened the file and saw a clip of her bent over the arm of her couch while Buster hammered away at her pussy. A few more files came in as I was watching so I set it to forward all files to the work computer here in the control room.

“I’m afraid I’m going to need you to work this weekend.” I told Melissa as I opened the folder Holly’s files were being deposited into. “These need to be compiled and uploaded to the site.”.

I left Melissa cuffed to the desk in her lingerie, forced to watch Machine and his dogs sexually dominate Laura, and also watch and upload clips of her friend getting relentlessly railed by a hyperactive husky. I went and made dinner, and had a small nap. When I woke up I used my phone to check the site. Melissa had uploaded half a dozen clips of Holly to the queue for approval. Holly was wasting none of her allotted time with Buster. After getting bent over the couch they had fucked on the floor, then she had sucked his cock and balls for fifteen or twenty minutes. Holly had tried to go pee, but Buster had shouldered the bathroom door open and practically knocked her into the tub before his cock found that pussy again. Another clip had Holly face down in a dog dish after she had tried to feed Buster, but the dog had other hungers and had bowled her over when she had bent down to dole out the food. Later she and Buster were cuddled up on a big pet bed in a sixty-nine. She had her face buried down between his legs, her head bobbing up and down while he lounged, soon she moved a bit to get her mouth on his balls and her tongue in his ass until he was ready again and started licking her pussy.

Around midnight I went down to unlock Melissa’s cuffs. I checked the internal cams and found that Machine and his charges had left an hour before, but I made Melissa re-watch the footage with me. After the mastiff had pulled his knot out of Laura’s ass, Machine flipped her over and savagely jack-hammered her now stretched asshole. Laura gripped the bench and clenched her jaw while she let out a long series of strangled screams, never once begging Machine for mercy. Machine snapped his fingers again ordering the mastiff to mount the bitch. The dog obeyed and started slamming his giant cock deep into Laura’s pussy until he finally forced his knot into her again. Laura let out another silent scream and fell back spasming like she had been electrocuted. Machine used a fist full of Laura’s hair and wedged his elbows behind Laura’s back to keep her face up, pressing her face into the mastiff’s muzzle. Laura reflexively opened her mouth wide and desperately tried to catch every drop of drool and mindlessly suck his wide tongue into her mouth. Brianna kept watching her aunt, now a senseless, desperate, cum slave.

The TV now showed footage of Laura being gang fucked by a series of dirty disheveled men between stacks of crates in a dark warehouse. She was flat on her back on a filthy mattress, her arms tied behind her back and one leg strapped ankle-to-thigh by a grubby old belt so she was unable to close her legs. After Brianna watched the ninth or eleventh man beat and fuck the shit out of her aunt before emptying their balls into her uterus, there was a loud cackle from off camera. A dirty hand came into frame holding a big thrashing cockroach.

A man stepped down on Laura’s bound leg and clamped both hands around her free ankle to keep her legs wide open. Without hesitation, the hand shoved the roach deep inside Laura’s cunt using his middle finger to get the deepest penetration possible. Loud cheers, clapping, and laughter erupted then footsteps smacked hard against the floor as Laura bucked her hips and tried to squeeze the insect out of her pussy. Soon one, then two, then five, then eight, then more and more hands returned from off camera each holding large agitated roaches and other large insects. Laura thrashed and fought until a man knelt down behind her, and wrapped his hands around her throat, holding her face upwards to make her watch as the men forced the insects inside her one at a time. Another man started pinching and twisting her nipples as the others continued stuffing the angry bugs into her sperm slicked cunt.

Suddenly the audio of Laura’s strangled protests fell away and Laura’s voice started playing over the footage, “Brianna, I’m prerecording this because well… You can see why…”, Brianna looked over at her aunt’s limp shuddering body then back to the screen,“ I wanted to show you a future of eternal pleasure before you make the same mistake your mother did.”, again Brianna looked over to her aunt who lay quivering sandwiched between a massive cock balls deep in her ass and a giant dog cock locked in her cunt, “You see, your mother and I were raised by religious extreme conservatives. Whereas I spent time in the local library, your mother spent time at Sunday school. The first time a man showered her any affection she pledged her life to him and never went any further in life. I, however, have built an empire… and I get to do what I want… Do you wish to join me?”. The TV continued to show more footage of Laura getting forcibly sodomized by various livestock, marathon glory hole sessions in back alley porn shops, and being the blindfolded plaything for kennels on weekends, or collared and chained naked in the back of the city dog-catcher’s van.

Brianna watched as the mastiff hauled his cock free of her aunt’s abused pussy, Laura’s body made a reflexive spasm like a sleeper jolted awake. Machine let her lay back on his chest for a while before shifting his weight and uncaringly letting her slide down onto the floor. Machine went over and drank a few bottles of water before returning. He cut the ropes binding Brianna to the chair and sat back down on the bench. The mastiff wandered back into his kennel and Machine clicked the lock on his remote. Brianna watched as her strong independent aunt slowly crawled around the room, sucking and slurping up ever last splash and drizzle of cum like a mindless drone fueled by sperm. Laura finally made her way back to Machine. She continued to use her mouth to clean on and under the bench as Machine reclined. Laura then devoted herself to worshipping and cleansing every square inch of Machine while her niece watched. Machine pointed at Brianna, snapped his fingers, then pointed down to a spot on the floor next to where her aunt knelt. Machine grabbed a handful of Brianna’s hair and tore off her ball gag before sitting up. He used his free hand to get a handful of Laura’s hair and held them half an inch apart so Brianna could smell the mingled cum on her aunt’s hot breath. He looked deep into Brianna’s eyes then released his grip on her.

Brianna looked up panting, and let out a plaintive moan, before launching herself into her aunt’s arms. The two women clung to each other while exchanging deep hard passionate kisses, bringing shuddering gasps from each other while they shoved their hands roughly down between each others thighs. Machine let this go on for a while before snapping his fingers again twice, bringing his bitches to heel. He allowed them to worship him from the tip of his cock down to his tailbone, until the little green pill wore off. Then he hauled them into the showers, hosed them down. Machine loaded them like luggage into the back of his SUV and drove of home.

I stood behind Melissa as she processed all of Holly’s footage. I knew that Holly would never stop uploading as long as she had an ounce of strength in her body, so Melissa was in for a long few days. The last four hours alone involved the tiny curvaceous blonde dynamo uploading footage of her getting railed naked against the glass of her patio door, the filthy slut had obviously set up a camera out on her deck, the audio of which was muffled, but still managed to get me hard in an instant. Another straight hour involved Holly cuddling with Buster on the dog bed again. Holly held her mouth open wide and aggressively held the back of Buster’s skull to desperately try and keep his tongue in her mouth while her hips gyrated slowly until Buster started bucking his hips and got back to shoving his cock into the tiny blonde hourglass whore.

I let Melissa out of her cuffs and led her upstairs. I fed her a very late dinner and sent her to bed, still horny and frustrated. I was going to keep her that way until Sunday afternoon, then maybe the Machine would make a return performance, with her as his stage prop.

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