Three short offerings
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The dog story is last, so you can skip it if it’s not to your taste.
Tatiana, getting fucked
Picture: Tatiana, taking a big cock: Click here to reveal.
June whores Tatiana out.
It’s not official— officially, they’re a lesbian couple, but June knows Tatiana knows what she is up to, and Tatiana knows June knows she knows; they just never, ever speak about it.
Tatiana’s stated position is that she hates men; June knows that Tatiana’s reality is that she needs to be fucked by men, whatever her ideological position.
June’s stated position is that she loves Tatiana; Tatiana knows that’s not really what’s going on; June is stronger and greedier and meaner than she is, but Tatiana needs what June does for her, and honestly, June spends the money the men pay her to fuck Tatiana on the both of them, including nice sexy clothes for Tatiana.
And, too, June picks such big, frightening men for her to get fucked by, men she would never have dared approach by herself, and they are just … They destroy her, fucking her selfishly with their big cocks, forcing her, June helping them to get what they want, and … it’s like no sex she’s ever had before; so dirty and raw and she’s so powerless in the face of their big cocks and strong arms and it makes her melt inside and beg them to be harder with her … getting fucked like this guy is fucking her is just the most important thing in her life, right now.
It makes no sense; she really ought to be trying harder to find a decent job, a better place to live, a more honest girlfriend— all that.
But honestly, she’s not going to get round to it when she spends most of the day after being fucked like this in a sex haze with June and her dykey friends, getting high, licking pussy, getting fisted, being spanked and getting fucked with nasty strapons, letting them sit on her face, masturbating for their entertainment with big dildoes, edging and edging, having her orgasms ruined until at last they let her, coming so fucking hard her brain melts sometimes; all of them talking about her as if she wasn’t there, or was a pet or something, after which June abandons her and she feels weird and empty.
In those days, she really does try to take work seriously, not daring to think about any of it, but really she’s just waiting until June tells her she’s snagged invites for an exclusive club, or a VIP party, and then it’s the hook-up dance, sitting with strange men that June introduces her to— even though June doesn’t know them either, and letting herself get felt up, sitting on their laps, giggling instead of complaining when they pull her top down or her skirt up, kissing them like the most far-gone whore might, getting so fucking turned on it’s impossible to hide, moving on when June tells her to, until June tells her it’s time to leave, and they get in the right limo, or uber, or whatever, and one of the guys turns up, sometimes two of them, sometimes with another girl, and there’s June in the back, wanking Tatiana, who is sighing and moaning and obviously available for anything at all. They go wherever, and of course Tatiana gets fucked, hard, by everyone that wants to, with June making sure she does what she’s told— sometimes forcing Tatiana if Tatiana gets the fears— which she does from time to time. It’s never allowed to get in the way of the main guy’s pleasure though, even if Tatiana does often get bruised— mentally as well as physically.
Still, they never talk about it— all their talk is about fun, light stuff, as if they are cute, silly high school girls. Until it comes time for Tatiana to get fucked, at least.
This guy is talking about taking them on tour with his crew; he does security for some rock band, apparently. June was talking with him quietly, earlier, while his friend’s cock was halfway down Tatiana’s throat.
June will decide. Tatiana will get fucked. In more ways than one, it seems.
Internship gone sideways
It had all started so innocently.
As a lowly intern she was set to delivering internal parcels (they still had to handle bundles of real paper a great deal in the property department, bundles of deeds and old plans, all sorts of stuff that seemed from a bygone age); A couple of weeks of that and you’ll know your way around and we’ll think of something else for you to do.
The cocky young guy in the post room had been fun and cute and one day, grinning, he’d asked her, out of the blue, to give him a blow job in the store room at the back, and— astonished at her own surge of desire at such a blunt and crude suggestion— she had not been able to respond, but had let him lead her by the hand and done it for the first time, for a guy she hardly knew, at work, in two minutes.
Picture: The intern: her first ever BJ: Click here to reveal.
And she’d been amazed; it was good; he was really, really happy, and she was proud and felt all grown up, and it was their secret and he laughed and winked at her when he saw her, and she grinned at him, and every now and then when she went down there his boss was on a break and she did it for him again, while he squeezed at her tits, and she liked that, too.
She wondered if he might ask her on a date but he never did, and she … well she sort of just let it go, even though she knew she ought not to (ought not? whose rule was that, anyway?).
And then she got to the end of her second month and the rent was due and she’d spent all her savings and the bills were more than seemed possible and suddenly everything was horrible; the landlord was no joke at all; old and bitter and rude and threatening; he really meant it that he’d throw her out in February, in the Chicago winter, and she was too far from home and really, really frightened.
She only had one friend and so she went down there as often as she could until he was alone and she let him take her out the back and then, before she sucked him— she was going to do it anyway, didn’t even realise how it would seem— she asked if he could lend her some money to pay her rent.
When he said;
“So that’s it, is; now Johnny has to pay to play, hmm?” but he didn’t seem upset— he was grinning, but he was also serious, and it took her the longest time to figure out what he meant and then she was bright red, staggering back and saying;
“Oh! Oh! no, I didn’t … I really didn’t mean it like that it’s just … just I don’t know anyone else and … Oh!”
That last ‘Oh!" was because he’d grabbed her and pulled her to him and grabbed her ass, holding her close so that she felt his big dick hard against her belly and he was talking in her ear;
“Quiet, girly, you don’t wanna us both fired, hm? Because then who’ll help with your rent?”
“It’s better this way, honestly; I gotta girlfriend and I don’t want you going squirrelly on me; besides, if I’m paying I can tell you you need to improve your technique.”
Everything had gone grey, then, but she let him push her to her knees, and push himself into her mouth, and now he grabbed her head and showed her how he wanted it and when she felt his cock jerk in her mouth and heard him gasp she knew she liked it like this, with him pulling her around, and so she let him and he gave her a hundred dollars.
“That’s five blowjobs, mind, and you’ll get your tits out next time too. Gimme your number— I’ll text you when he’s gone and you’ll come down here, right away; once a day at least, I wan’ it. Charlotte she don’t give no head.”
The third day, his boss came bustling in and caught them at it, she on her knees, gagging (he’d been teaching her to take it deeper— well, if you could call forcing her teaching), her tits out, him mauling at them (she liked that more and more, she had found; it got her pulse racing to be grabbed and squeezed at, though the admission, even privately to herself, shocked her; she liked him forcing his cock into her throat too, even if it did make her gag and retch; his urgency was an incredible turn on; to be wanted so much, so intimately, it was astonishing how much it took her over; even though he was obnoxious with her now he was paying).
But then things became very serious, very fast. The boss guy was old and fat— fifties, maybe, and he was like;
“You’re both fired. Get out.”
Cocky boy had said something rude and left (never to be seen again), but she had remained on her knees, dissolved into helpless, desperate, hiccupy tears, and found herself begging, trying to explain that she was all alone in Chicago and her landlord would throw her out if she lost her job and just please, please, would he give her another chance?
There had been a long silence, then, and when eventually she had looked up and seen his face and realised what was in his mind she’d felt as if she had died inside.
“Oh … oh no … nonono, p…please, not … please? Please, no?”
He didn’t speak, just looked at her, a small, slow grin appearing on his face, then lumbered out to the hallway door, put out the ‘Back in 15 minutes’ sign, locked the door, pulled the shutter down, then lumbered back.
His voice was not unkind, but it was serious, when he said;
“Well what’s it to be, missy intern? Crawl over here on your knees, now, and everything will be alright; old Earl will solve your landlord problem with his fat little cock.”
She felt her breasts, swinging from side to side as she crawled and she knew he must be seeing it too and she could have died of shame, but, too, she was sort of proud of herself, doing this slutty thing, and she couldn’t help trying to make it good for him.
His cock was fat, and it was short, too, and she froze when he put it into her mouth, and found herself shivering badly. He could have done all sorts of things, then, but what he did was hold her, gently, and speak softly to her;
“It’s OK, girly, this has happened millions, billions of times before, to millions and billions of girls, and the world doesn’t end; it’s just sex, just a cock in your mouth, which, from what I saw, is not a terrible thing for you, and is definitely not a terrible thing for me. Its solving your problem, and making an old fart very happy; find a way to live with it, and don’t make it into something its not. Just … … Ohoh yeahhh, that’s it…”
For she had loosened up, the shivers had subsided, and her jaw had slackened, leting him go further into her mouth, and then his dick had twitched and she had remembered that she could do this, and, tentatively, needing it, she had reached out for his hands, guided them to her breasts, even as warm, fat tears splashed from her eyes.
His come was thicker and sweeter and globbier than the young man’s, and she had nearly retched, but controlled herself for fear of upsetting him, this man who now had power over her; a man who was not young, not cute, not with a quick-witted, entertaining way about him, and definitely not someone she would go on a date with.
One thing had led to another, and it had been impossible not to let some other guys have their turn— the post-room guy didn’t want it more than once or twice a week, and it just wasn’t enough money, and there had been veiled threats, too, so now, well, now she spent her lunch breaks and other times too in the service staff lunch room, on her knees, her mouth full of the cocks of security guards, janitors, porters and the IT hardware guys. None of them were mean, and the rate of $20 added up when you did ten or more a day. She’d gotten a better apartment with a nicer landlord, and some new shoes.
Picture: The intern: doing it for all the guys : Click here to reveal.
One of them had told her she was much prettier than she knew, and introduced her to his cousin, who had a little beauty parlour, and she’d had her hair styled and some make-up advice, and she felt much better about herself.
But her head was in a mess, because she liked it better than the job she was being trained for. Like, a hundred times better. Which meant she was a whore and a slut, didn’t it (she knew it did)? And that seemed so wrong … even though actually doing it seemed so right, in the moment; she liked it, the guys liked it, the money was good… The only problem was, she was so fucking horny all the time; some of the guys had asked about fucking her, but it seemed like a huuuge step, and also there just wasn’t anywhere safe to do it that they suggested. So she spent hours each evening masturbating, thinking about being fucked. It was crazy.
HR knew about it now— unofficially— she’d been told to go to the outside exec smoking area one afternoon, and the head guy from HR was there and he’d put his hand up her skirt, very directly, and asked her if she wanted to to be fired, and she had said no, and opened her legs and leaned back against the wall, demonstrating her submission (she’d found out early this was a great way to get the guys steamed up, and honestly, it was better for her when she gave them control, too— she didn’t feel so guilty, even if it meant she ended up doing much dirtier stuff, once they felt confident she’d obey).
So then she’d had a formal meeting at HR, all very straight— about new responsibilities and obviously made-up shit, but the point was they made her sign a big fat NDA and showed her the sections which covered everything; from what she saw she couldn’t even talk about what was going on to herself without being in breach, and the sum was ten million dolars— and they asked her, did she understand what she was signing, and was she happy to sign and she said yes and then they told her about the pay rise, and then she went through to the head guy’s office and he locked the door and she opened her blouse and he fucked her throat and mauled her tits and he was sleazier than the service guys, but the carpet was better for her knees and he was more grateful, so it sort of evened out.
They gave her a bullshit new job title and a new schedule— she still had two free lunchbreaks (no-one said anything, but they clearly didn’t want to piss the service guys off), but the rest of the week was a series of ‘mentoring’ sessions with different management types. There were breaks between each session— so you can freshen up— go to the washroom; clean your teeth, use mouthwash, reset your make-up and hair.
These management guys (there were a couple of women, too) weren’t satisfied with her mouth, either; she’d been pushed over a desk and fucked bareback, twice in the first week. And she just knew this was going to deal with her horniness problem and she encouraged them, wrapped her feet around their legs and jerked herself back against them; they seemed to like that.
One of them had booked her for a weekend, to accompany him to a conference. He worked in a department she knew nothing about, and it had been made clear to her she didn’t need to gen up; she just had to stay on call for him.
Most definitely a whore, she told herself, looking in the mirror after her naked yoga workout; but I can be professional about it, as well as live my passion. For there was no denying it; training and developing herself to be better for those who used her, who paid for her, was not just sensible, it was easy, because it made her all warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that every week, it went a little deeper, a little further, and that as far as she was concerned, there probably no limits to what she would be happy to do. One guy had told her to be ready for a spanking next week, and her heart had slipped a beat, but she knew she would take it prettily, and was pretty sure it would get her hot, too.
Lina, the dog slave
Picture: Lina, with her Alpha: Click here to reveal.
Sex slave girls who are kept with the dogs, who have had all inhibitions about satisfying their libido conditioned out of them, kept naked, come to love the dogs more than their human masters.
The dogs aren’t cruel, and they don’t try to humiliate Lina, as long as she accepts her place in the pack. The dogs fuck her, of course, whenever they want, will bite her if she resists, but again, they are entirely utilitarian about it. Sex is not a power game for a dog, and although they do hurt her, it is not with malice aforethought, or for their own pleasure.
It used to hurt Lina that her masters would make her perform with dogs for strangers, who would express their shock and say horrible things, but she’s past that now; the dogs don’t care who’s watching, and Lina has discovered that it is good to show just how much she likes dog cock inside her, how hot and wild she is when she comes for the dogs, how eagerly she sucks to get them hard so they’ll do her, because it gets the watchers hot, and her initial weakness for brutal fucking— the thing that got her into this life in the first place— is still strong; worked-up watchers tend to use her hard, too, and— well— that’s the only thing which makes sense of what’s left of her life now, so it’s all good.
Sometimes, she cries in the night, curled up alone with the dogs;
I am so far fucking gone. I’m never coming back from this, am I?
When she gets like this, the big dog— Alpha— looks after her, licks her tears, nuzzles at her, licks between her legs, growls warningly at her, until he breaks her mood; she loves and fears him the most, and she always bends down and softly takes him into her mouth then, to see if he can be coaxed into fucking her. Mostly, he’s not interested, just wants to sleep, but he tolerates her, and sometimes she falls asleep like that, her mouth full of dog cock, like a pacifier. They found her like that, one morning, and took a rather lovely picture, except that it’s also a terribly humiliating picture, and they’ve used it as the main image on the webpage they built for her. The knowledge that the whole world can see what she has become, goes round and round in her head.
Once, memorably, on a full moon, Alpha had gone the other way, though— become very hard and excited, barking, and had fucked her violently, woken the others, and she ended up with all four of them doing her, wild and frenzied, biting into her neck to control her and scratching at her flanks to pull themselves into her as deeply as possible. It was too much and she had been almost hysterical, squealing and crying hard, and trembling with fear. The security lights came on because of all the movement and noise, and with the moon as well the cameras picked up quite a bit of it. Her masters tell her the edited video has done very well on the internet.
With Alpha getting older, they have her training a couple of puppies (pedigree bred, they tell her, by specialists in dogs for fucking girls; long fat cocks, greedy sexual appetite, massive knots), being entirely submissive with them at all times, so that they are imperious and demanding with her, even though they are young. She’s been sucking their cocks several times a day, for long periods, so that they are totally used to it. They’re both much more sexual than the other dogs already, and one of them just figured out how to mount her. She knows it’s wrong, but she can’t wait until one of them is Alpha, until she’ll be his, and know it, from the love and fear and instant arousal in her when he comes to her.
