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I decided that I'd had enough of the shower and that it was time to head for the bed and the dildo. As I stepped out of the shower I happened to glance out the window that overlooked the neighbor's yard. Lucky me, there was my hot neighbor out mowing the lawn...sans shirt. A perfect sight to spur my desire even more. As not to be seen I kneeled down to all fours and crept towards the lower corner of the window. Perfect view. I suppose that's exactly what Oz was thinking too. It so happens that during my excitement I hadn't noticed that he had come in the room and was lying in the opposite corner, hoping for some sort of entertainment I suppose.
My position allowed him a full view of my wet, dripping haunches and my throbbing, flushed pussy. This must have aroused his interest, because I heard him begin to walk over. I was a little startled to hear footsteps, but when I realized it was just Oz I turned back to the spectacle I was watching. I assumed he was coming over to see what I was looking at. I remember my father once telling me very sternly not ever to assume anything. I doubt he was foreseeing a situation like this, but regardless it was good advice...advice which I must have forgotten in my state of arousal.
I felt something warm and wet on my thigh, which turned out to be Oz's nose. Harmless, I thought...but then his nose began to migrate towards my pussy. Uh-oh...I felt his breath, sniffing in my scent...he buried his nose insistently into my slippery folds and it was at this point that I started to turn around to reprimand him, but as I did he uttered a low, warning grumble. This surprised me, because Oz was usually not an aggressive dog. But this wasn't anger...this was arousal - arousal that I had brought on by my own carelessness. I knew that male dogs, especially those who are not fixed, can become aggressive when they get horny. But was he horny or just curious?

A quick glance between his loins revealed the truth of his intention - in the form of an immense, glistening pink cock. I gasped...how the hell could I get out of this one? I didn't want to struggle and get nipped, but I was afraid that if I did end up getting taken by this dog that someone would find out, namely my boyfriend. I didn't think he would approve at all! Oz's tongue grazed my clit and dipped into my hole, spreading my juices everywhere. "Why am I still do wet?" I thought..."what the hell?". My mind was telling me that this was absolutely wrong, but my body was getting hotter and wetter by the second. My mind and body didn't really get to resolve their dispute though, because Oz was considerably more dominant than either of them. His tongue pressed deeper and harder against my pussy, soon it was plunging in and out of me, raking against my walls, making me wince but still making me wetter than ever.
Then he stopped. I held still, not sure of what was next.(Really, I probably could've guessed). I felt his forelegs bear down on my back as he began to mount me. His huge paws reached down around the sides of my neck, holding my head still. I felt the first nudge of his cock, pressing against my wet hole. "Here it comes"...And it did, sliding in one swift motion into my tight hole, filling me to maximum capacity. I felt my slick lips straining around his huge size, tender and hot already from all the licking. He began to thrust, deeper and deeper, I could feel his balls slapping against my clit, giving me shocks of bittersweet pleasure. No man had ever fucked me as hard or as strong as that dog - it was phenomenal. I felt as if my cunt was on fire.
He pumped hard, digging his throbbing meat deep inside me. My body rocked and shook tremendously. Then he began to pound furiously, grunting and straining to probe as deeply as he could. I felt his claws close around my shoulders...and then came the flood of cum, shooting up inside me, dripping out my hole, hot and slippery on my tender pussy.
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He gave me a few more slow, hard rams, just to be sure, and then groaning, stepped off, sauntered over to the toilet, and took a drink. Finally I was released, and slowly I turned over and leaned against the wall, only to see my boyfriend standing in the corner, looking quite amused, with a beer in hand. I was quite surprised to see him, and even more surprised to see the look on his face!
"Welcome back...enjoy the show?" I asked sarcastically. "Oh yeah, that's one I'd like to see again. I can't even imagine how you got yourself in that situation but whatever you did, keep doing it. Did Oz teach you a few lessons? You know, you looked hot as fuck getting worked over like that...but as much as I enjoyed it, it is still technically cheating, and really there's only one way to make it up to me - and seeing as how you're already all warmed up...
To Be Continued... I was visiting a friend of mine in Coconut Grove that had just bought this wild house. He was having a weekend long party to show off the house. It had everything, a big boat dock for the sailboat, pool, garden, the works. This house, originally built by some drug dealer in the seventies, spared no expense. The most interesting part of the house was the bathroom in the master suite, it covered a quarter of the second floor of the four bedroom house. It was bigger than the master bedroom. The primary feature of the bathroom was the Jacuzzi hot tub, built in a stone grotto with a huge circular stained glass window. This tub could hold six easily. Other than the normal stuff one finds in a bathroom, it also had a shower/sauna that was like a big walk-in closet. There were several shower heads and a large wooden bench. Off to one side is what used to be a weight room. Floor to ceiling mirror walls and thick red wall to wall carpet. The weights were gone, all that remained was a padded weight bench. You could get lost in this bathroom if you weren't careful.
Everyone had known each other for a long time and it was good to have the chance to spend some relaxing time together talking and having drinks around the pool. We were all pretty wild when we were younger. The wildest of the bunch was Sally, she had done just about everything... twice. She never seemed to settle with anyone for very long, a real handful. Most everyone else was pretty mellow now as they hit their 40's.
Most of the people decided to go for a sail. "It would be a shame to let this beautiful sailboat just sit at the dock." The neighbors had dropped by, Chuck and Margery, they wanted to go for a sail too. I was little sunburn so I had to pass. They asked me to watch Luka their chocolate lab while they went sailing. I always loved dogs; it would be no problem. Away they all went.
The few of us that remained behind refilled our drinks and had a great old time until Sally threw a Frisbee in the pool. Luka took off after it like bullet knocking drinks and food all over the place. The only saving grace was when he brought it back to Sally, he knocked her down in the flower bed that had been recently fertilized. She was a mess so rinsed off with the hose and went inside for a shower. Soon after things settled down and the drinks kicked in the others left behind began to doze off on the chase lounges around the pool.