Adult fantasy : A Ride in the Country
I knew my Master was up to something. He had that look
on his face. A look of joyful anticipation. The look
that signaled we were about to do something new. We did
new things a lot. Neither of us liked being bored and
we both worked hard to make sure that didn't happen.
He smiled at me and said 'I want you to get ready to go
out. I want you to be prepared for anything.' I grinned
back at him. Anything usually meant things were going
to get good.
I went into the bathroom and got ready. I knew exactly
what he wanted and I did it. I made sure I was clean
inside and out and carefully applied makeup the way he
liked. It was a lot sluttier than I would choose on a
normal day, but an 'anything' day was far from normal,
so the shadow was darker, lashes thicker, lipstick
redder.
When I came into the bedroom, clothes were laid out and
waiting for me. There was a short black leather skirt,
a white silk blouse, a lacy white bra, and black thigh
high stockings. At the foot of the bed was a pair of
black pumps with spike heels. Not much different here.
This was pretty standard when my Master chose my
clothes for me.
I wanted to ask where we were going and what we were
going to do. I have never been good at waiting. When
I'm the one surprising him, I can't completely keep it
secret. I drop hints. I almost want him to guess before
we ever get there. He has much more self-control than
I. No matter how much I asked, he wasn't going to tell.
We got in the car and drove. Occasionally, he would
have me turn towards him and spread my thighs so he
could see his cunt. He'd teasingly check to make sure
that I had shaved in a way that met his approval. He
checked to see if I was wet enough. We drove for about
an hour, laughing and teasing as we went.
Finally, when I was ready to beg to know what he had
planned, he pulled into the drive of a country
farmhouse. It looked tidy. Nothing out of the ordinary.
He parked and came around to my door, opened it and
told me to get out. We walked to the front door and he
knocked.
The man who opened the door was one of the scariest
looking men I'd ever seen. He was big and bearded and
looked like a Dream Dom. I was in awe. They spoke to
one another and ignored me. 'Is this your bitch?' he
asked 'This is her' my Master answered. I was loving
every minute. As we went into the house my Master said
'Do as he tells you. This is what I want.'
The inside of the house was not nearly as tidy as the
outside. 'Lived in' would be a charitable way to
describe it. I couldn't imagine how my Master knew a
man like this. It wasn't his usual sort of
acquaintance, but then I noticed the computer on the
desk in the corner and smiled.
'What are you smiling about, bitch?' the Dream Dom
barked as he slapped me to my knees. I shook my head to
clear it and when I opened my eyes his crotch was in
front of my face as his hands opened it and pulled out
his semi-hard cock.. He grabbed my head with one hand
and used the other to rub the head of his cock over my
lips. 'Open.' I did. 'Suck' I did that too.
It was a clean cock, not too big, not too small, and as
I took it deeper into my mouth, I cut my eyes over to
where my Master sat watching, stroking himself lightly
through his slacks.
Suddenly, the Dream Dom pulled his cock out of my mouth
and walked over to an interior door. He opened it and
called 'Come, Satan' Satan?
My stomach clenched as the biggest dog I'd ever seen
walked into the room. That dog was huge! He was some
kind of Mastiff, big and bulky just like his presumed
owner. He also drooled, a lot, which, thankfully, I
hadn't noticed his owner doing yet.
I shot a frantic glance at my Master but I'd only said
'Um,' before Dream Dom grabbed me by the back of the
neck and flung me over a leather ottoman. He held me
down by the neck as his other hand pulled up the back
of my skirt and spread my legs apart and said 'Satan,
eat!'
Oh, God! We'd talked about this but it was always a
safe fantasy. We didn't own a dog! Then I felt
something like I'd never felt before. It was the
wettest, longest, squirmiest thing I'd ever felt going
into my cunt. I was looking over at my Master, feeling
the harsh hand pressing my head down into the cool
leather, and feeling an incomparable pleasure all at
the same time.
My Master rose with a stunned expression on his face
and slowly walked towards where I was laid open before
this beast. The tongue never stopped. It kept delving
in deeper and deeper and I started to cum with my eyes
locked on my Master. I heard the dog as he devoured me.
I heard Dream Dom as he praised his dog and told him
what a good boy he was. I had never imagined how noisy
this would be. His hand moved from my neck. He knew I
wasn't going anywhere.
I was just starting to recover from the sensory
overload when I heard Dream Dom say 'Satan, fuck' and
felt the weight of the dog land on my back. Dream Dom's
hand moved between my thighs as he guided Satan's cock
into me and then he stepped back and let the dog do as
he had been trained.
It was hard, and fast, and rough. Satan pounded into me
and I just reached down to the legs of the ottoman and
held on. My Master and Dream Dom must have stood and
watched me get fucked, I heard their comments
occasionally but all I could really do was feel. I felt
him inside of me, getting bigger, I felt his drool
dropping onto my back, and I felt myself cum over and
over again.
When Satan stopped pounding into me, he stood behind
me, panting, as his huge cock pulsed inside of me. I
guess I was panting too.
The men walked around to my face and Dream Dom pulled
my head up by the hair and slid his cock back in my
mouth. As I lay there impaled on Satan's cock, they
took turns fucking my mouth.
The three of them took turns for the rest of the night.
It's good that I was prepared for anything. By the time
my Master put me in the car for the ride home I was
covered in cum and drool and bruises and scratches.
'So?' I asked as we sped towards home, 'just how many
new friends have you made on the Internet?'
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