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Okay everyone. I have been a member of BF for a couple of months now. I occasionally check out the free downloads the forum-ops have graciously allowed us to view for free, but what I find most appealing are so many of the great stories people write, be it fiction or non-fiction, and the interaction of responses that stem from them.

This is my first contribution to the story section, and I certainly hope people enjoy it. I have also tried to be as diplomatic with my "creative" wording, so I hope the forum-ops are cool with the way I worded things. I would appreciate any constructive criticsm or guidance on how far I can go with expressing "crude" language.

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Apart from this store line I also have a couple of others I am thinking of writing, but it all takes time and I would first like to at least reach a certain satisfying plateau with one story at a time. At the moment I am only posting the first part of three parts I have already wirtten for this storyline, but I definitely have more in mind. If I get a good response (especially from the lovely women we have here ) I will be happy to post the other parts of this storyline,

To set up a decent amount of background foundation a good portion of the first part of this "Primal Path" story has some uneventful stuff, but I promise you it does get really hot later on! Also, if aspects of the story seem strangely vague it is only because I use partial reality to create as much illusion of a true story as possible while attempting to not give away too many identifiable facts. However, this story is in fact unfortunately fiction. I still hope everyone enjoys it.

By the way is there an easy way of indenting? When I hit "tab" to indent it just cycles to the next option field in the message editor.
Anyway… here's the story.

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The Primal Path
PART 1

My wife and I were new to town. We had recently moved out of the city to get away from the crowding and pollution as well as be able to afford owning a house of our own. Back in the city I would bike every where I needed in under a half hour or reach wherever I wanted with public transportation within an hour. Where we moved though, we needed a car for a number of things, particularly in case of emergency.

My wife Debra was the driver between the two of us, but I was a bit stubborn about giving up cycling. I did not want to end up being totally dependent on cars or end up putting on the pounds either. Luckily for me, there were a number of bicycle and jogging paths extending out from the small city we were in. They were actually converted rail way lines, so some of them ran for miles through scenic farm land and wooded areas.

It had been a little over a month since we had moved to town and neither Debra nor I had found steady jobs suitable to our interests or skills. Fortunately we had been saving a good amount before our move and I still engaged in occasional freelance jobs, which I could work on via the web. Basically this meant my schedule was open to how I wanted to plan it out until I did get a “9-5” position.

I am occasionally an early riser, but Debra almost always sleeps in. One weekday morning I woke up before sunrise and could not get back to sleep, so I decided to go on a bike ride along one of the rail trails. I left a note because Deb was still dead asleep and I did not want her to worry when she would wake up and notice I was missing.

The trail I decided to go on headed into the wooded hills and eventually through a large State Park. I was not even sure were it ended, but I was psyched to go on a long peaceful ride through such beautiful terrain. I was even smart enough to take along our digital camera so I could share photos of the trip with Debra whenever my princess ever did wake up.

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According to my bicycle odometer I had at least ridden a dozen miles. I was well on my way up the trail as I was approaching the edge of the State Park. Before the trail immersed itself into the State Park there was a parking lot along its side for visitors, who only wanted to enjoy the rail trail inside the State Park rather than in the more populated areas.

It was just barely after sunrise and in the middle of the week, so I was surprised to see an empty car parked in the lot. I had politely passed by one or two joggers on the trail earlier on, but that was on the part of the trail still running through residential areas. Seeing a car parked this far out, this early, and on a weekday seemed a bit odd to me. What I also noticed about the car was a bumper sticker, on which I could make out a heart icon and what appeared to be a dog symbol. I did not think much of it at the time because lots of people take their dogs out for runs on the trail.

Naturally I did not think twice about the parked car, so I did not slow down. I kept on my way into the State Park. I probably went another two miles before the trail paralleled a large stream. Through the lush foliage I could just make out there being rocky cliffs on the other side of the water. The stream and its surroundings were certainly breathtaking and I was really glad I took the camera.

I pulled over slightly to snap a photo, and that is when I heard something very unusual. Among all the chirping birds and buzzing insects I could swear I had heard a woman speaking out loud in the distance. I shrugged it off after trying to see if I could hear it again, but I did not, so I went back to directing my camera toward the beautiful view. That is when I briefly heard a woman scream. Even though I had gotten off my bike my heart started pounding again because I knew what I had heard this time.

I was not sure what to think. A neighbor had told me to be careful on the trails because of wild animals and even occasional hostile vagrants camping in the woods. I decided to investigate further though because I knew if I were in some kind of trouble and someone else heard me scream out I would appreciate some assistance. For all I knew it was just some jogger taking a swim in the stream, who had slipped on a rock or something.

I noticed a very narrow path headed into the woods toward the stream where I believed the yelling came from, so I quietly rolled my bike off the trail out of view and set it against a tree. After doing that I continued stealthily creeping up to where I could only guess the sounds originated from because I had not heard any further noises since the last chilling outcry. I was NOT prepared for what I encountered.

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There in front of me was a woman practically kneeling down with her stomach and chest lying flat on a low lying boulder, but what was astonishing to me was a dog was mounting her from behind! Needless to say the spectacle was QUITE something to behold for anyone. My wife and I were fairly kinky, but this went beyond Debra’s limits. I on the other hand had always been intrigued and turned on by sexual activities between women and canines, which is why I joined Beast-Forum in the first place.

The woman was pretty hot too. I roughly estimate her height was in the 5’8” range, and her dirty-blonde hair was cut shoulder-length in one of those “messy” hairstyles. Although considering the activities going on I could not exactly be certain if her hair had gotten messed up just that morning. She was definitely really into it too.

She was wearing black spandex shorts cut right above the knee with clearly no underwear underneath, but her tights were chaotically shoved down to her knees as if she had not been able to wait to get into the action. Luckily for her that was a good thing because the shorts were actually providing her with some level of padding from the way she was thrusting back and forth and rubbing her knees against the rock. You could tell her thigh muscles were also straining against the stretching fabric in order to keep her legs as spread apart as possible even amidst all the sensations going through her body. I could already sense my own cock rising up.

For a top the woman was wearing a white sports bra thing with black piping along its edges. She certainly did look like she was getting a work out with the way she was grinding back against that dog. At some point before my arrival she must have yanked up her halter to expose her breasts too, so I was getting quite an eye full. I could see her tits smashed down into the rock due to the weight of her and the dog. They were being shoved back and forth against the rough surface with every hammering pound, but she clearly did not care. Her sports bra could have just as easily been forced up to her neck without her noticing with the way she was going.

Every now and then I was able to catch a glimpse of a nipple or two as her boobs got dragged around or she lifted herself with her arms for a quick adjustment. The boulder must have been cold to the touch from the pre-dawn chill as well because her nipples were the size of thimbles and appeared just as hard. Of course they just as easily could have been engorged in her state of unbridled lust. I know I was getting rather hard and even a bit wet just looking at the scene myself.

I apologize to rc_33 and everyone else, who I left desiring more. I just wanted to make sure there was at least some interest in the story line and my writing style. Obviously I am glad to see there is, so here is the next part… and as promised it's a hot one.

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PART TWO

With me being stunned at the sight and becoming almost instantly turned on I had to adjust myself. I must have made some noise when I brushed my clothing or perhaps started breathing heavier because the dog paused his thrusts and turned his head to look at me. My heart was already pumping in excitement, but when that dog looked my way it raced even further. Instantly I became scared because I thought the dog might dismount and charge at me for being an intruder.

The predominantly black canine was very intimidating. I could not be certain, but he looked like some sort of pit-bull except he was larger, so he must have been mixed with something else. Regardless he was a big black dog glaring at me while having a private moment with what I guessed had to be his mistress, so I was expecting him to attack.

Luckily for me the woman never even noticed my approach. She had been lying on the rock facing partially away from me and extremely carried away in her arousal. It was clear she had not even imagined someone would discover her off the trail this far out of town on an earlier weekday morning. In fact she did not even miss a beat either because a couple of seconds after her dog stopped pumping she cried out, “Don’t stop, Cinder!”

With that said she reached back with one arm and spanked her own ass with such a sweet slapping sound it melted my heart. I always appreciated the noise my own palm made when making rapid contact with a woman’s tight ass, whether it was my wife’s or anyone else’s. That lovely slap also seemed to jolt Cinder back into action because when it hit he perked right up and got back to work with so much enthusiasm. Boy was that dog ever so happy, and damn was I ever so jealous!

I took that as a sign of him tolerating my presence, so I gave him a friendly smile and respectively took a couple of more steps around the action to position myself into a better view. I was getting rock hard and even moistening my boxer-briefs with my pre-cum, which needless to say made things a bit uncomfortable down there. My mind was racing with all the sights and ideas in my head. I thought about pulling my stiffened penis out of my pants to relieve myself a bit, but came up with a much better idea instead.

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Even though I REALLY wanted to, rather than pleasuring myself on the spot I decided to savor the moment for later by pulling out my digital camera instead. Heck, if I were to show Debra pictures of a real life woman being so sexually enthralled with a canine, it might possibly get her to think twice about at least experimenting with a dog. In the past I have shown her some related images and shared parts of bestiality themed stores, but she just could not imagine it for herself and was actually a bit disgusted by the thought. She refused to get beyond the idea of the images possibly being fake or the pictures only being of uneducated poverty stricken women in third-world countries being convinced to only pose for just a few bucks. If I took photos on my own camera, it would be hard evidence and it would at least lead to a more serious discussion.

There I was taking picture after picture of this gorgeous woman pleasuring herself with her dog. I felt like some porn photographer at a REALLY exotic photo shoot. It was great, and the action just seemed to get hotter. It appeared like she was reaching an orgasm because she was tensing up. She was so cute because she was also sucking her fingers like a little girl, but when her orgasm came down on her like a tidal wave she clamped her jaws around her own forearm. Fortunately, I noticed her building up to something before that, so I had switched the digital camera to the streaming semi-video setting without audio. The sound did not matter much anyway because her mouth was certainly muffled by biting her own arm in ecstasy. The whole spectacle was indeed awesome.

It did not even stop there though because after she came the dog slowed down and she still moaned out loud even with her teeth sinking into her own flesh. I could only guess Cinder had tied with her at that moment and his juicy knot had driven its way through her entry way. They were now locked and she was shivering as if it was winter. It definitely was not winter because it was summer and in her blood-lust passion her sweat was dampening the stone surface underneath her.

With all the wild shaking and movement I could see slight gushes of liquid leaking from between the woman’s legs even with Cinder’s knot jamming up her passage way. Like a precious stone being polished, the grey boulder was turning dark and shiny with all the rubbing and moisture beneath them.

The dog then awkwardly lifted one of his legs over the woman’s rear, and he rotated his whole body around to stand on all fours facing away from the woman. To me it looked ultra uncomfortable, but in the past I had seen images of dogs or their owners positioning themselves this way. With Cinder in this stance his muzzle was less than an arms reach away from me, but he just occasionally looked up toward me like I did not matter. His tongue stuck out so far and he was panting in all the heat and excitement, but he certainly looked like he had a smirk on his face.

The pleasure affecting his mistress did not seem over either. The dark saturated patch on the rock under the woman’s thighs only seemed to get larger. It was clear Cinder was still gushing his hot semen into his mistress. What I was witnessing was getting me so riled up I was once again tempted to yank my stiff shaft out of my pants to release my own tension. Along with that, the dog’s deep rhythmic panting was causing his rough textured drooling tongue to slip in and out of his mouth. It felt as if he was beckoning me to lay my steam-pipe of a penis upon his long muscular tongue so he could quench his thirst with my bursting load of cum. My mind was swirling and I found myself actually wondering if he would lap away at my own penis head now dripping with its pre-cum. The excitement of the situation pushed me over the edge. I ultimately decided to fling my cock out, but just as I was about to do so the woman stirred from her mindless state floating in the clouds back down to Earth.

Ah, thanks a bunch LunaLupo. I have read some of your own stories and have DEFINITELY appreciated them
…so hearing your postive comments means a lot.

I still have part three to post, which I already have completed, but I do not want to give everything away just yet. I hope I am not teasing everyone too much.

I promise to post more in another day or so. Maybe by then I will have also had time to write up an additional part, but I can not promise anything. I am just very pleased people seem to like it so far. I know I have certainly enjoyed other people's writing, so I am pleased I can return the favor.

L8r guys…
Ok, here is the third and last part of the story I have written for the time being. This is also the longest section so far.
I definitely have some wicked ideas brewing though for when I do have the time to continue the tale.

…so stay tuned kids, and keep the positive comments coming, especially if they have juicy details of their own. It is a turn on to know readers of my story are getting off or at least getting all worked up.
Enjoy!

By the way, Chengster, the story takes place in the middle of the week not the weekend as you said in your reply. Perhaps you made the mistake because you were a bit distracted by something.

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PART 3

She mumbled something, which I could not make out probably because at that point I was starting to get overly distracted. Then she took a deep breath and started to twist her neck to look back at Cinder with appreciation. As her hazy vision cleared though she immediately spotted me along with my hands adjusting my bulging crotch. She once again screamed out loud and yelled, “Oh my God!” This time I was able to differentiate between her previous cry of sexual pain and her current signal of terror. She had no idea who I was, and there she was with practically torn-off bits of clothing completely exposed on a rock.

The woman first tried to frantically cover her breasts with one arm while lifting herself up with the other. She was understandably embarrassed to $#!+, but yet managed to compose herself enough to direct at me the confrontational statement, “Who the F— are you!?”

I was speechless. I had not even conceived of what would happen at the end of her session. I just ended up standing there like an idiot. That moment of hesitation on my part gave her enough time to attempt to get up and at least try putting her clothes back on. She managed to haphazardly pull down her sports bra, but in the shock of noticing me there she had completely forgotten about Cinder. She was STILL tied to the magnificent pooch, so when she knelt up she only ended up screaming out from the pain in her loins. Cinder on the other hand did not seem all that phased by everything. He just stumbled a bit before getting his footing again, but this actually forced the woman off balance. She ended up floundering right off the boulder to her hands and knees.

There she was butt-to-butt with her dog on all fours. It was quite an amusing site if not a bit pitiful, especially with the expression on the woman’s face. I felt like I should offer some assistance because I could obviously see she was in some amount of pain and clearly not getting any more comfortable by the second. I instinctively stepped forward to help her, but she instantly retaliated by angrily telling me to “Get the F— away, ass—-!” I automatically respected her wishes and stepped no closer, but one of my hands had already reached out to aid her. Unfortunately that hand also happened to be the one holding the camera.

When she saw the camera, reality hit her. Her demeanor changed full circle and she started to cry. I was no longer just some creepy voyeur wandering about in the woods. I possessed a camera, which probably contained images of her despicable acts. I could potentially expose her to the rest of the world and share the photos with her friends and family. What if she was married too? That was when I noticed a wedding ring on her finger. She was visibly terrified and sobbing.

I felt terrible and wanted to somehow console her. I wanted her to know I was not an evil person and her secret was safe with me. In fact I wanted to let her know I actually loved watching every moment of it and wished I was her trusted friend! That was when she blurted, “Who are you? What the hell do you want with me, you sicko!”

I did not know what to do. My mind raced in thought and all I could come up with was getting this woman back to the comfort and privacy of her own home. I put two and two together and figured her car must be the one parked all alone in the lot a couple of miles back. After all, I had not seen anyone else along the trail this far out, and who else would have such an ironic bumper sticker? That is when I asked her, “That’s your car back at the lot, right?”

The woman stopped crying for second and composed herself to look at me. She shook her head in a questioning manner as if in disbelief then said, “Oh my God. Have you been following me? Do you know who I am?” Obviously her mind was flowing with paranoid delusions due to the outrageous situation. I was about to correct her wrongly suggested inquiries, except before I could even get a word out she said, “Look Mister, I do not know who the hell you are, but I beg you. I beg you not to tell anyone. I’ll give you anything you want.”

She looked down in shame, but when she did she actually had a chance to notice the bulge still standing strong in my pants. That was when her expression became a little insecure and even coy before simply stating, “Anything… Sir.”

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I could not believe what was happening. This seemed like something out of a cliché porn script. I mean come on! She actually said “I’ll give you anything you want. Anything… Sir.” What the heck was I supposed to do? This poor woman thought I was trying to totally take advantage of her, but all I just really wanted to do was befriend her. However, there I was standing with the biggest erection in my life being constrained by my visibly pre-cum soaked pants with a hot babe on all fours still freaking tied to the wanker of a wonderfully lovely hound panting up at me with a big happy welcoming smile on his muzzle. Of course the fact she chose to end her offer with such a submissive sounding “Sir” did not help her case either. I simply caved.

The dominant in me just took over. I returned a wicked smirk in her direction and asked, “Anything huh?” and deliberately added, “Okay… Bitch.” At that point I was driven with sexual desire. While putting away the camera I stepped toward the almost nude woman and with one hand I somewhat assisted her in getting up, but with the other I grabbed her intensely by her hair and led her right back up on the boulder. The rock was now cold again, but still moist in her own sweat and juices. Once she was back on the stone flat on her stomach I shoved her face down so her cheek was against the hard rock surface and I intensified this feeling in her by using my other hand to push her shoulders down gently back and forth, which made her chest grind into the rough rock once again.

With her one cheek pressed against the stone her mouth was just inches in front of my crotch and she could not see much else. I think she was in fact becoming turned on again because on top of my back and forth motion upon her shoulders it seemed she was also squirming side to side with her rear. Maybe she was simply readjusting herself internally after being repositioned, but whatever was going on down inside her she was visibly enjoying it. I could just imagine what the bulging dog knot was doing to her G-spot then. The only thing she did not seem to know what to do with was her arms and hands. They simply extended out in an uncoordinated manner as if she was being held up at gun point. I decided to alleviate this by whipping them behind her back so her wrists were crossed atop the small of her back.

Now I had one hand grasping a good chunk of her hair and the other gripped tightly around her wrists, but that still left me with an unattended erection. I partially released her wrists so one hand could get free then commanded her to, “Pull it out.” When she hesitated I clenched her hair more tightly and momentarily released her other wrist just to smack her ass while reinforcing the command with, “Now, Bitch!”

She automatically tensed up with a jerk throughout her body, which actually caused her pu$– to contract enough to eject Cinder’s slowly deflating knotted member. Naturally this caused all the hot canine cum inside to flow out of her and down her thighs. She deeply moaned at the release of pressure and the sensation of cool morning air upon her loins. Never the less, she did manage to finally reach forward with her hand and take a hold of my manhood through the dampened fabric of my pants. She immediately reacted with, “You’re wet” as if she had not expected any man would get so aroused at the deplorable sight of her being done by her dog.

Conveniently, Cinder had turned 180 degrees by then and was sniffing at the inner thighs of his mistress. Just as he started to lap clean his cum from his mistress’s crotch the woman took a deep pleasurable breath and was about to say something else when I told her, “Shut up, Bitch. You are going to lick up cum just like your dog.” That is when she finally appeared to comply and unzipped my fly to give my stiff slithery shaft the attention it so desperately needed.

I am very pleased you all seem to be enjoying the story so far. I am just bummed real-life time constraints are preventing me from continuing it on at the moment, but by everyone's reaction I imagine you guys are perhaps a bit more than bummed.
Real-life can sometimes suck… must pay the bills some how. I do apologize, but after all I do not have as much control over the universe as I would like.

Anyway, I defniitely have a game plan in mind, and find myself building up the twisting path of the story within my mind when those brief peiods of free time do slip in.

And to Noctambulist, who asked a couple of question regarding some of the characters…
You WILL find out who the woman is, and… I'm not telling.
If I told you if/how he explains the interlude to his wife, it might give too much of my plotting away. Thus leaving much less to the imagination and expectation while you and others are reading the rest of the story. You would not want that to happen, now would you?
I know it has been about a week since my last contribution, so I hope you guys have not forgotten about this storyline yet. With that said please enjoy the fourth part in the story. It is one of the longer sections so far.

I am in the process of writting the fifth part, which I will definitely post by the end of the weekend… that is if you kids are good boys & girls.

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PART 4

So there I was having my shaft orally serviced by this great looking strange woman, who I was just lucky enough to accidentally encounter in the middle of the woods while she was mounted by her dog. At first when she took a hold of the base of my penis to guide it into her mouth she was a bit tentative. I guess she hesitated because she was unsure of how to handle my unfamiliar cock or what it would taste like, especially with all my built up pre-cum lather. With Cinder slapping his tongue up into his mistresses pu$– it did not take long for her to get back into the mood.

After a few probing flicks with her tongue, which met with her approval, she finally wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. It seemed she enjoyed the taste because from then on she sucked at it like she was a calf on the teat of a mother cow trying to milk it to the last drop. Every now and then she would take it down as far as she could and tighten her lips around the base before pulling back. At the point where her lips bumped into the rim of my penis head she would open her mouth to release it completely. Each time she did this the pressure from her lips running up my shaft would extract a drop of pre-cum, which she would look at intently before slurping up. The taste must have been driving her more into the mood because immediately upon doing this she would piston my cock in and out of her mouth in a lustful frenzy.

Meanwhile I was getting quite a view. The woman’s smooth heart shaped ass was bare before me with her dog behind it trying to slobber up all her dripping juices and his cum out from her crack. I wanted Cinder to have as much access as he could, but realized the woman’s tights were still tangled up at her calves. To alleviate this I ordered the woman to, “Spread ‘em.” Instead of shuffling her legs and feet around to get out of her shorts though, the woman reached further back with the hand I had pinned over the small of her back. Before she did this I admittedly had gotten caught up in the events, so my hold on her wrist behind her back was not as firm as it should have been. This allowed her to extend her arm toward her rear and she proceeded to clench her ass cheek to spread herself apart.

This was not what I had intended for her to do, but I was not about to debate her choice of action. It allowed me to get a nice image of her tight little a$$hole, which gave me some sweet ideas. Regardless, I still wanted her to remove her shorts so her legs could be spread apart more and Cinder would have complete access. I therefore told her, “That was not what I meant! Take off your tights.” My grasp on her wrist had never actually been released, so my hand had traveled to the woman’s rear along with it. When I corrected my command I once again increase my grip on her wrist to convey I approved her mistaken act of spreading her butt cheeks apart.

She managed to wiggle one of her feet out of her tights, which released her legs and enabled her to finally open up her back end completely to Cinder’s persistent muzzle. As soon as she planted her feet soundly apart, Cinder dived in with enthusiasm. My cock was deep inside the woman’s mouth and she paused a moment, but she moaned around it, which resulted in pleasant vibrations for me.

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Regardless of where either of us originated from or what might happen afterward by this point she was clearly involved on so many levels. She was being a VERY good girl, so I felt comfortable enough in loosening my restraint over her. I also wanted to pop those tits of hers out of her sports bra once again, so I let go of her hair and wrist after giving the simple command, “Stay.” By now I felt she was completely my Bitch and would obey.

With both hands I took hold of her halter top on either side and pulled toward me to plop her boobs right out. Once I had her sports bra scrunched up at her neck, I squirmed my hands back under her to cup her breasts. Upon obtaining a firm hold of them, I lifted her up slightly to readjust her and direct her nipples between the appropriate fingers. I admittedly squeezed fairly hard in my excitement, so she groaned around my cock loudly, but I did not care because I was in charge and I liked it when she made sounds around my shaft.

Her disapproving groan did make me reevaluate my assessment of control over the woman though, so I got an evil idea from the halter top bunched up at her neck. I pulled my hands out from under her tits, but made sure to spread them nicely apart so her nipples would protrude to either side for my viewing pleasure. With both hands I then grabbed the sports bra in a firm grip before starting to twist it around. That caused the halter top to clench around the woman’s neck in a more and more constricting manner. The stretchy fabric provided some give, but naturally the material had a limit.

Not too long after beginning the rotation the woman must have realized I was going to choke her. She started to grunt in disapproval and probably fear. When I did not stop she let go of the base of my shaft and released her clenching fingers from her ass and clumsily reached around to my arms. She was trying to detach my hold of her sports bar by scratching and pulling at my forearms. My intent was never to truly hurt this woman, but only demonstrate my dominance over her. To reinforce this I quickly yanked up at her halter top like she was a dog at the end of a short leash with a choke-chain. I then took a hold of her neck with one hand.

This caught the woman off guard and altered her weight distribution completely. She had no choice but to brace herself up with her hands pushing back down on the rock. Her torso was now fully lifted off the boulder and her underside was now fully exposed to me as I looked down at her. However, I had not lifted her up to check her out. I pulled her up off my cock to look her in the eye. She clearly had a pained expression on her face as I held her throat in one hand.

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“Look woman, I am not here to hurt you. I came out here because I heard you screaming. I thought you were in danger, but then I find you f—ing your dog and you got me all excited, and when I get turned on I get a little rough. I don’t REALLY want to hurt you, but I got photos of you now, so you’re my bitch. You are just going to have to deal with it. Who knows, by the look of things you might just like it.”

I yelled all of that at her quite harshly, so she was startled and visibly crying now. Normally I liked to see a woman occasionally cry in the heat of passion, but this was different. I did not want this woman to fear me, well at least not yet and in this way. Since she was able to support herself with her arms I released my hold of her neck and used one hand to tenderly wipe some of her tears away.

The actual words I had spoken were finally registering with her and the terror in her was subsiding. She was still breathing heavy and through all of this Cinder had not stopped the advances with his tongue. I wanted to form more of a bond with her, so I asked her what her names was. With a bit of a stutter she said, “L La Linda.” To sooth Linda some more I gently brushed the hair from her face and started to comb my fingers through her hair, then said, “Relax, Linda. Take a deep breath.”

While she took a deep breath she closed her eyes. This gave me a good opportunity to take a good look at her front side. I ogled at her breasts, firm stomach, and the neatly kept tuft of pubic hair she had, then to lighten the mood some more I said, “Are you having a good time with your doggie?” For a moment that made her mentally switch tracks so she concentrated on her dog’s affectionate licking, then a grin came upon her face before she opened her eyes wide to look intensely into mine.

“Yes…” She paused in her response and kind of twisted her head a bit like an inquisitive dog.

The look on her face made it apparent to me she had wanted to end her reply with my name, but did not know what it was. In the heat of the moment I did not want her to get that comfortable. I wanted the intensity to remain the same by keeping my distance. By giving up her name she revealed more of herself to me, but I wanted her to continue feeling as if I was some stranger, at least for the duration of this session. “Just call me Sir for now.”

Well it is not even Sunday yet, but I managed to finish another part of the story.
Considering the ongoing postive response this story is receiving from all of you, I am sure everybody will be pleased to get another piece of the action sooner than I had promised.
I hope you kids continue to enjoy it.

I should warn you all; I am starting a new job this week, so future parts of the story might take longer. I REALLY apologize!

It sucks for me too because I usually just become aroused while writing this story, but during sections four and five I admittedly felt the need to actually get myself off.

Generally, I have had an idea of what will be coming next after I finish a section, but as I get more involved in the creation of this storyline I find myself being a devil in the details. When I started part four I thought I would have gotten to what I now INTEND to get into for the sixth part. I do not want to give away much, but I can tell you it will be pretty darn hot.

What is fairly awesome is everything I am refering to at the moment is only covering the rest of the initial encounter with Linda. I do have in mind a thorough plot continuation as well as some scenarios, which may or may not involve Debra, the wife… but I am not revealing anything just yet. I really have NO idea just how long all the writing will be for everything I have in mind. The way I seem to be going for all I know I might get up to Part 20!
Somehow I think you guys would not complain though.

Well, enough of my jibba-jabber. I will shut up and get back to the story.
Although, I was curious about something first…
HisBitch2, is that an actual photo of you in your avatar icon? If so, that is damned hot! And I have to ask, why HisBitch-2? Was HisBitch or HisBitch1 taken??

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PART 5

That seemingly cold response from me made her change into a more solemn demeanor. Now I had her back in the moment. That is when I clenched her hair with the hand that had previously been stroking its fingers through her hair. My other hand’s grip on her sports bra also tensed up to increase its constriction around her neck to the level I had before. Immediately upon reestablishing my hold of her, I shoved her back down upon the stone surface despite the slight resistance from her arms. The force of the impact knocked the wind out of her and her breath blew across my still moist shaft, which gave it a chill and caused it to perk up even further.

She was face to face with my cock tapping her nose like a cobra dancing between her eyes releasing drops of pre-cum venom from its fangs. The head of my penis was smearing pre-cum on her nose, and I lightly nudged my hips forward so it would poke at her eyes to get each of her eyelids slimed up as well. When I did this she closed her eyes, and while they were closed I commanded her, “Now, get back to work, Bitch, but this time once you have my cock in your mouth use both of your hands to spread that ass nice and wide.”

She did exactly what I said which once again gave Cinder more access to lap up into her passageway and gave me a very pleasant view of her sealed anal ring. “That is a very good girl,” I said. Seeing Linda so vulnerable to me and her dog with my cock in place within her unprotected mouth brought out the devilish side of me. I squeezed my grip on her sports bra and tilted her head back with a pull from my other hand’s grasp in her hair. “Open wide, Bitch. Let’s see just how tight I got your throat with that bra of yours.”

Linda’s breathing was already obstructed from the tension of her halter top twisted around her neck, but in a plea of questioning discontent she managed to moan around my shaft as I drove my cock through the back of her mouth. I said and did this all in one rapid action, so when I yanked her head back to open her throat to me she opened her eyes to look up at me in an asphyxiated daze. As we stared intently into each other I slammed my shaft down to the hilt. The head of my penis definitely extended to her gullet. She gagged and tried to swallow with much difficulty, but drool just spit up out of her nose and the sides of her mouth. I felt my cock head being squeezed by her attempts to swallow and that made it all the better.

I held my penis in her throat for a few seconds while looking her straight in the eyes and enjoyed the convulsions in her neck caused by her choking and coughing. When she saw I was not going to pull my cock right back out she loosened her grips on her ass cheeks and started to bring one of her arms forward to resist. In immediate response I really tensed my grip on her scalp and scolded, “Bad girl!” She blinked in the pain and went back to clenching her ass apart. This time though she seemed to forcefully dig her finger nails into her ass as if to get an absolute hold and provide enough pain at her rear to distract her from the discomfort in her head and throat. My pubic hair was tickling her nose like it was steel wool and Linda was obviously in a great amount of discomfort, yet the look in here eyes seemed to intently challenge me.

I sometimes find anger extremely sexy in women, so I took pleasure in her clashing reaction. To put her off guard and taunt her a bit I said, “Now that’s my good girl” in a calming tone. This snide comment of mine appeared to frustrate her even more, but before she could react in any way I slid my shaft out of her throat and the only thing she could do was breath. When I pulled my cock out of her, drool just slobbered down her chin. The stone was getting wet all over again, but at the other end this time.

I gave Linda a couple of seconds to catch up in her breathing and throat adjustments before starting to ease my hips into a back and forth motion, but I was not attempting to thrust as far back as her throat anymore. I also let go of her halter top completely in order to hold her head firmly back in both palms, telling her to relax and just open up. “Let’s just both enjoy this for a bit.”

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After a few moments Linda seemed to fully comply and I was rocking my crotch in a steady motion while she licked and sucked my cock trying not to drool. I could see she was focusing a bit more on Cinder’s long rough tongue because she was wiggling her rear a bit to the motions and shifting her butt cheeks around in her grips. I wondered how much she really might be enjoying being used between the two of us. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the sensations for myself.

As I held my eyes shut, I started to envision Linda… as if I was not able to open my eyes to behold her right in front of me. I pictured her when I first discovered her, then her appearance while tied to Cinder on her hands and knees, and what her nakedness looked like with her eyes closed when she was supporting herself up with her arms. I recalled how her lovely breasts looked. They were not that large, but probably a good sized B-cup. They were definitely a nice handful and their shape and firmness was definitely perky. Her nipples too stood out rigidly at the apex of the gentle downward sloped ramps of her breasts. Down past her nipples the profile of her tits curved back to her abdomen like a well-defined quarter-circle. It was indeed a lovely sight and between her peaks below could be seen the patch of her well-kept pubic hair. The fine hairs looked like curls of tarnished gold wire in the morning light set in a trimmed row growing up to her bikini line from above the hood surrounding her clit.

In all this visualizing the tension in my arms holding Linda’s head firmly in place relaxed. Blood must have been flowing back more easily to them because the cool air flowing around my arms was starting to cause Linda’s scratches to sting. In my desire this did not distract me in my motion, but it did make me recall something I almost forgot. While looking down at Linda when she had her eyes closed, I had briefly glanced at what appeared to be a bloody gash on the side of her belly. At the time I did not think much of it, but now it was on my mind because of the tingling burn coming from the scrape marks on my arms. The fresh gash at Linda’s side must have been there before I arrived because the rock did not have any deeply sharp edges and I certainly had not cut her. Obviously the injury must not be causing Linda much pain though because she never seemed to react to it the entire time I had been there. I took note of it to address later, but put it mentally aside. For now there were more pressing issues to deal with.