I was on the right track, but I had to hurry up. I could feel my climax building inside of my heated loins. My lover had found a way to push his tongue inside my pussy and it was driving me crazy. It was a completely new technique, and I was not prepared for his latest trick. “You naughty naughty man”, I thought while trying to accommodate more of his big cock inside my small mouth. I did not know how to deepthroat him, so I had to trust my jerking-off skills while doing the best I can with my mouth and tongue.
After a few minutes, I was nearing my orgasm. Loud slurping sounds mixed with moaning and panting filled the senses. His expert use of tongue was forcing satisfied sighs past my lips, so much so it was even difficult to focus on my job. I started using my free hand to pinch my rock-hard nipples to further my sexual high. Touching my boobs felt wonderful and got me wishing for an orgasm. I probably would have climaxed already a while ago, but I was slowed down by my lover who had figured out a rather rough way to enhance his experience. He was clearly thinking that having my head hanging over the side of the sofa was an ideal position for face fucking. I did not mind pleasing him orally, but this was a little too heavy of an idea. What had started as innocent twitching, then turned into slow thrusts, had now finally escalated to semi-demanding humping. Although, I have to admit that even though he was being quite rough, the idea of being reduced to someone else’s fucktoy did excite me on a primal level.
The dirty idea of being submissive combined with expert tongue fucking, opened the floodgates. My body started to shake when the strong orgasmic wave crippled any coherent thoughts that I had. I started to scream, even though I had my mouth full of steaming cock. My dream lover took advantage of my full-body orgasm and thrust his magnificent member deeper into my mouth. The sensation of having something forced down to my throat was more than enough to make me wake up from my slumber.
The dream ended so very abruptly, and I opened my eyes wide open. The only thing I was able to see was a huge set of balls being slammed at my face. Instinctively, I protected my face with my hands. “What the hell is going on?”, I thought. I was in a panic, but I tried to figure things out. Slowly the puzzle pieces in my mind started to take shape. I had not completely dreamt everything that had just occurred. I was in my room and laying on my back on my bed. My head is hanging outside of the bed, and something is frantically fucking my throat with a huge cock. I could also sense the after quakes of the climax that I had experienced during my sleep. Those feelings were intensified by something nimble and strong which was drilling inside my pussy. It took me a few moments for my brain to catch up, longer than I was proud of. My dream lover was Brody from the next door! He was the one who had tongue fucked me into orgasm and was now actively fucking my face.
The realization that I was being violated by a disgusting dog was a lot to take in. Even more so when I understood that I had probably encouraged him quite willingly during my nap. When I had climaxed, Brody had been able to force the shaft deeper into my mouth. He had now gotten accustomed to a warm hole, so he had picked up the pace. I tried to vocalize my protest but the canine dick in my throat was an excellent silencer. I then tried to wiggle myself up from the bed, but a huge cock seesawing in my throat prevented those exit plans quite effectively. Finally, I tried to push my body to the floor, but Brody’s weight and constant humping made that idea impossible. There was no escape, I was practically impaled to the bed by Brody’s cock. My only hope was for him to pull it out.
Not even in my wildest imagination, had I thought it was possible to fit something as big as Brody’s cock in my mouth. And not only that, but it was quite scary how smoothly the lubricated member went back and forth in my gullet. I kept feeling like I was about to gag, but for some reason, the gagging reflex never kicked in. For my well-being, it was fortunate that the canine cock found little resistance while violating me. However, I could not say that the situation was entirely comfortable. My throat bulged whenever Brody thrust his cock into my mouth. For added pressure, the choker I was wearing tightened against the bulge and cut me out from the air supply. I had to train myself to relax and to breathe through my nose at the right moment before Brody forced its cock back into me. But it did not matter how well did I succeed with this bizarre way of breathing, I soon found myself being lightheaded and not being able to focus.
Suddenly, another orgasm rocked through my body. Just for a brief moment, I had forgotten that the stupid dog was still digging into my moist vagina with his tongue. He was trying to lap all the tasty juices that I was producing, but inadvertently he was also making my loins explode from the pleasure. Even with the lack of oxygen, the constant steady stimulus felt so good that it was nearly painful. I thought about pushing his head away from my sensitive pussy, but I did not dare to remove the hands from my face. Brody was fucking my throat more forcefully by the second, and I had my hands full to shield my head. I had no choice, I had to allow him to fuck my face and humiliate me further.
Now that I knew it was Brody whose dick I was deepthroating, I found the taste repugnant. I had not realized it at first, but Brody was already jetting his precum all over my mouth and throat. I had no experience with the dog’s anatomy or mating behaviors, so I was surprised and confused about the amount of precum he would produce. Since I could not swallow everything while the beast was forcing his cock in my throat, I found that my mouth was filling from the precum and my saliva. An excess amount of it dripped past my blushed lips. I could not even properly wipe the disgusting fluid away and soon it was covering most of my face.
My senses should have been dulled due to not being able to breathe properly, but I found myself going overdrive. For a while, I had tasted the precum puddling in my mouth, but now even my sense of smell couldn’t escape the strong odor of canine sperm seeping past my stretched mouth. The slurping noises coming from the animalistic 69 were echoing in my head. And if that wasn’t enough, Brody’s tongue was keeping my body constantly on edge. “How can one dog humiliate me on such a degrading level?” I asked myself. But as I was about to find out, we were nowhere even close to being done.
Brody had slowed down his pace, but for the lack of a better word, he felt more demanding. He kept slamming his loins against my face with such force that it felt like he was trying to smash through me. Each time he thrust, the giant ball sack swung against my hands. I could not see anything through precum, saliva, and tears, but I could feel the testicles with my fingers. Even though the large balls had a soft feeling, the texture of the skin felt stretched. It was just like his nuts had been expended to a point where the surface felt smooth like pair of bowling balls. I had no idea if this was normal for dogs or not, but I could not help myself dreading the amount of canine sperm he was hiding inside his testicles.
After a minute or so, my jaw started to ache. It had not been very pleasant so far, but now Brody’s cock was trying to expand my mouth to a size that I could not handle. The base of his cock had grown. It was like a ball of sorts that he was trying to force into my mouth. Later I learned that the large ball was called a knot, which male dogs used to tie themselves to the bitches to ensure insemination. At the moment I was quite clueless about the situation, but I knew that it was way too big. If that ball was allowed to enter, it would probably break my jaw. And more importantly, I would lose the little supply of air I still had.
Brody was adamant in his effort to fill my mouth with his knot. He no longer humped, but instead, he slowly and strongly pushed his cock into my mouth. I fought back with all my might, but I don’t think it mattered at all. Brody was simply too big and too strong for a small girl like me. The last few minutes had been the most tiresome minutes of my life and I could feel the fatigue. And since Brody had been ceaselessly playing with my pussy, I could also feel being on edge yet of another climax. I was afraid that if I had to struggle through another set of orgasmic convulsions, Brody might be able to push the baseball-sized knot to my mouth. But fortunately, my fears were unfounded. The knot had already expanded too big to ever fit past my lips and teeth.
Soon even Brody noticed that he had no chance of knotting me. But it did not mean that he would not finish what he came here to do. He was readying himself to cum. I do not know how I sensed it, but even in my disoriented state, I knew that Brody was planning to fill my stomach up. The huge cock penetrated deeper into my throat, and once again the tightened choker blocked my windpipe. And to further my horror, I felt the distinctive pumping motion stretching my drooling lips. I braced myself as best I could, but as I found out, nothing could prepare me for the amount of canine sperm Brody released from his balls.
The torrent of dog semen covered the insides of my throat in an instant. It felt hot, so much hotter than a man’s sperm. If the cock had not been embedded so far into my gullet, I could not have been able to handle even one-quarter of the total volume of cum. Just when I was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, Brody readjusted himself and pulled himself back just enough for me to take another lungful of air. It was also enough time for him to fill my mouth with his sperm. I had not been prepared to swallow the cumshot, so most of it seeped out from the side of my mouth. The dog cum flowed down my face and painted my raven black hair a dirty whitish color. It would take hours to wash it out, but as you might guess, it wasn’t my biggest priority right then.
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