Good Girl: Day Five

Literotic asexstories – Good Girl: Day Five by secondsamuel,secondsamuel
It would have been too easy to label everything that has happened as Stockholm Syndrome. Or maybe some other mental health disorder emanating from four days of mental and physical abuse. I suppose that any shrink would have had a field day with me on the couch, analyzing all the repressed desires and latent tendencies that went into consenting to this elaborate and demeaning roleplay.

For the entire week, I had agreed to behave like a dog.

I had thirty minutes or so to clean out my bottom for the tail-shaped butt plug that was almost permanently inserted in my ass. I showered (a luxury compared to being hosed off in the yard), did my make-up (creating whiskers and button nose), and put up my hair in juvenile poofy pigtails.

And in less than the time allotted, I had already shaken off any semblance of who I was and returned to the pet pad and blankets that I had slept on through the night, waking only to hear my husband fuck the secretary one more time.

I’d barked softly at the door, letting out small, quiet yips, hoping that they would again bring me in the room to act as little more than a fluffer. I knew enough about erotica to have an idea about the whole cuckold fetish and know that I was experiencing the reverse. There was something so sensual about the infidelity, about knowing what a stud my husband was that made me quiver with anticipation every time I thought about him driving his dick into her sweet pussy.

I’d come so far from his first suggestion.

Originally, I had agreed to this idea under duress, convinced my husband would leave me after sending a bunch of nude pictures to a coworker. Of course, it got back to Scott and everyone in the office, until I thought I might have to quit my job and start over. I guess the starting over part actually happened.

Our sex lives had been suffering after ten years of marriage. Part of me wondered if this was just the worst sort of sadism, to push my limits, to have me broken so completely no one would want me.

Only he seemed to want me…

Warmth and affection, filtered through these tiny touches began again. I had started the violation, even if he had escalated it, but now we were almost equally culpable in what was happening. Sure he had fucked another woman, but so had I. Tiffany had made me spend the night, fucking me with a collection of toys, proving to me her superiority.

Not that I wasn’t pretty.

Blonde, petite, breasts that were enough to grab, but nothing I could be too cocky about. Tiffany was different, dark-haired, curvy, with wide hips and large, hypnotic breasts. It made me weirdly proud that my husband could seduce such a girl.

I started to feel that this submission was my way of equaling Tiffany’s natural gifts. Though I didn’t have her natural dominance and overwhelming allure, I would do whatever they told me. Now that we both had stepped outside our marriage, anything seemed possible for the day. I would do whatever they thought for me, no matter how humiliating or degrading, relishing in my new role as a submissive slut.

I didn’t have a firm concept of the time, but more than anything I needed to empty my bladder. I whined at the door a little, trying to get their attention, but I had an idea of what they wanted. Before putting me to bed, they’d laid out newspapers on the floor, TIffany telling me that they might not be able to get to me in time before I had an accident.

As I tried to squeeze my legs shut, needing to let loose, I had the feeling this might be their intention. Maybe it was just an excuse, a rationalization for making myself go on the newspaper, but after clenching for an eternity, I gave in to the desperation.

Keep in mind, even with my puppy paws, padded gloves without fingers that velcroed over my wrists, I easily might have made a human decision. I could have used my mouth to free my hands and sat down on the toilet like an actual girl. Instead, I whimpered, whined, and threw my head and shoulders against the door a few times before I finally gave in.

The distinctive sound of my urine dripping down onto the newspaper reminded me of Chinese Water Torture, the sound of each droplet striking the paper hammering into my brain how deep my depravity went. In the closed room, I could smell my urine wafting up from the long streaks over the scattered pages of the Houston Chronicle,

Then I just had to live with the shame, every second my nostrils reminding me what I did squatted over in the corner of the room until Daddy and Mommy decided to let me out.

“Oh poor thing, she had an accident Daddy,” Tiffany said.

I should have scowled. I’d been left there for the night. Instead, I rushed up to my Mommy’s feet, giddy to see her just like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home. I wallowed in her attention, rubbing my mouth and nose up against her porcelain thighs. I started licking at her without really thinking of it, my head craning until I parted the barely closed nightgown and tasted her pussy…

Sticky and sopping with my husband’s cum.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn today,” Mommy cooed.

She patted my head as I licked desperately at her pussy, the tail protruding from my bottom wagging with excitement. I forget myself, devouring her dripping pussy, so thrilled that my husband had spent so much of himself inside her.

I would have kept at it, had she not pulled me back by my collar.

“Okay, okay, good girl,” Mommy said. “It’s okay, Daddy and I have plans for you later.”

As surreal as it may sound, I was already strangely accustomed to my morning routine. I ate my breakfast (eggs and bacon) from a dog bowl on the floor, gulping down water from an identical dish next to it. Then I was walked into the backyard where I peed on our tree before they took me to work.

There had already been some sort of agreement made with the owner of our reality company. Mr. Johnson had cleared out the staff and scheduled appointments only with those who were in on the act. I knew every hand, every face as they degraded me, so far only by doing the odd roleplay scene. I would have to fetch several toys: a knotted up rope, a tennis ball, a squeaky stuffed animal. They would pat my bottom, mocking me, running their hands over my nipples.

Worst of all was seeing the glee my crush took at doing the same thing. Ryan didn’t want me because of some emotional connection. Like every other man in the office, he treated me like I was just for fucking and tossing aside, another conquest.

But I was used to being degraded with this now-familiar task. The only part of my day that still frightened me involved the walk from the driveway to the car, where I would be paraded out as the pet for every neighbor to see.

It’s not like I knew any of them; well except the neighbor who had helped my husband spank me. Even so, the fact that everyone around would know exactly the way I was used still rocked me to the core. I shuffled quickly towards the car, the cool air-hardening my nipples, worried as always about being approached by the police and charged with indecent exposure or worse.

The hardest part was crawling into the backseat. I needed to cheat a little, using my arm for a little leverage. My butt hung out of the car for a second while I clumsily almost lost my footing, exposing me for just a moment longer. Then Scott and Tiffany were in the car, talking absently while driving me towards the office.

“So they did finish it?”

“Exactly to her size,” Scott said.

“Do we have to wait?” Tiffany said. “I’m ready right now..”

“You just got fucked,” Scott said. “I’m sure you can wait a little.”

I wondered what they could mean, but I did remember Mr. Johnson measuring me like a perverted tailor, making sure he got everything from my breasts to my ass. I couldn’t imagine how that would matter and blissfully went back to enjoying the ride.

I did dog things. It was becoming so much more natural, soothing even. I looked out the window, seeing people on the street, not caring whether or not anyone noticed me nude in the backseat of the SUV. The trip passed quickly enough, then I was led into the backdoor of the office.

Everyone stopped whatever they were pretending to be working on, some standing up or adjusting the angle to watch as I entered the room on my hands and knees. I blushed, not quite embarrassed. I’d done this before already. Instead, I wondered when everyone would just get used to seeing me led into the room naked, done up like a dog with ears and tail.

Maybe three days was too soon to expect anything other than the heavy breathing.

As usual, I was led around by my collar, the end complete with a rhinestone. I expected to be walked around, patted and pinched, completely used to being demeaned in such a fashion. I put one hand in front of the other in a practiced pose, actually feeling somewhat confident about my new role in life. I was taken care of, freed from responsibility for this time, all I had to do was obey.

Plus, I saw myself in the mirror. I looked good, sexy even despite the dog costume. No, because of the outfit. Without clothes, my breasts stood out a little more, my bottom seemed to show a little more curve. I was less like a 10-year-old’s idea of themselves grown-up and more like an actual woman. And those things, the little bulge below my belly button or the weird arch of my ankles no longer matter.

I felt a sense of complete freedom for a brief second before it began.

Things started with Paul.

Other than Ryan, Paul was probably the most attractive man at the Real Estate company. He was blonde, in his early thirties, married and generally one of the kindest men I’d ever met. I didn’t begrudge him from joining in with the humiliation – who could resist? But as Tiffany and Scott walked hand and hand, leading me around the room, my head cocked and paused, my eyes wide with an indignant shock.

I couldn’t make out much of his dick, but Paul was clearly masturbating.

And instead of moving away, my Mommy was pulling my lead towards him, yanking on my neck, my knees burning against the carpet as I nearly refused to go.

Somehow I knew…

I’d been wrestling with the decision for days now, terrified that Scott would whore me out to different people in the office. It was one thing to be taken by the sexy secretary who worked in the office – another to fuck another man. Sex is sex… but there was something different about sharing a woman. There are so many more consequences from cum.

I inched forward, my nose almost touching the fist as he worked it up and down his oversized head. Paul wasn’t too big, his hand almost covered his cock entirely, but he was thick. He grunted, pulling on himself more and more, his hand working feverishly over himself. I was so close now, Tiffany pulling me closer until I could nearly feel the condensation from my rapid, panicked breaths.

She held me by the back of the head, her fingers embedded in my hair. I looked on, transfixed, immobile. Unable and unwilling to stop what was happening. My eyelids stretched wide, the black dots in my eyes reflecting off the shiny, already cum-smeared head moving touching my bottom lip, pulling it down and crying for an opening.

I cringed, then tried to relax, just a little, enough for a small, gaping hole.

Enough for him to shove his cock through.

He went down my throat in one motion, his mushroom head the only part that proved difficult to take. The length quickly became managed, as though the five or six inches he had still let air pass down my esophagus. Still I retched, almost choking as he rammed it deep inside of me, careless and thoughtless to my own desires or needs. He pumped his hips against me, rattling my jaw as he fucked my face.

And I reacted like a domesticated animal, accepting my fate and doing my best to please the more dominant beast bucking into me. I drooled, slurping and swallowing, trying to make him finish. There was no excitement in this for me, I just prayed this would please Mommy and Daddy. The head of his dick thudded against my cheek, alternating between sides of my mouth as he pushed it in and out.

Then a hand reached out and touched my pussy, fingers exploring then entering, forcing me to give out a started yip.

For a second, the hands on my head let go, giving me the chance to turn around to see Daddy entering my glistening hole. Relieved, I returned to the cock in front of me, starting to enjoy the sensation as he added lube to his fingers, stretching me out with each subsequent digit. Soon he had what felt like three fingers inside of me, reading me for what was about to happen next.

I heard the unfastening of his belt, then felt the head of my husband’s cock nestled against my pussy. He was near his knees, somehow able to find the right spot by letting one knee drip past the other. I took in a deep breath around the cock in my mouth, struggling to suck and take it when he plowed into me.

Scott was big, a little over seven inches. Sometimes it was hard to take, especially if I hadn’t been warmed up properly beforehand. There had never been the spontaneity seen during sex in the movies, where the leading actor just holds up the woman and shoves his cock into her. Doing that to me would have been so painful.

Only now I took him with such ease I wondered why he had even bothered with the lube. My pussy swallowed him up grateful, barely feeling the thud as he pushed into me. My ass cheeks ground back against him, letting him direct me with a strong hand around my thigh. Tiffany moved down to tweak my nipples, occasionally rubbing my clit.

I was awash in pleasure, relieved to know my husband would still fuck me. It would have been the cruelest punishment to use me like this for a week only to trade me in for a girl like TIffany once I’d been completely ruined and ripped of any self-respect. That he wanted me, that his cock ached with desire for me based on what I was doing as his dog, ratcheted up nearly a week of foreplay.

“Do you like this?” Daddy said.

I tried to let out a bark, but my mouth was muffled.

“I think that’s a yes,” Paul laughed.

“You’ve been pleasing Daddy so good this week,” Scott said. “You’ve obeyed so much. But Daddy wants to take you as far as you’ll go.”

Paul pulled out for a second, giving me a chance to gasp greedily.

“Speak Kaykay!” Tiffany commanded.

“ARF! ARF! ARF!”

God, if I had seen myself a year – no, even a few weeks ago. Make-up done like a pretty little doggy, my hair done-up in girlish pigtails complete with puppy ears, a tail butt plug rammed further inside my ass with every thrust. And on the other side, sucking another man’s dick without so much as a word of complaint.

I had been so proud, willing to look down on girls like Tiffany who worked as secretaries in male-dominated fields. Now here I was on my hands and knees, being passed around the office, every ounce of pride gone.

And I was better off for it.

I came with a loud whine, not daring to stop servicing either dick. It didn’t matter how they used or abused me, I wanted everything. I was willing to do anything to make Mommy and Daddy happy – to have them keep using me in whatever way they wanted, so long as they didn’t just ignore their puppy and fuck in our martial bed.

With my orgasm fading to a dull roar, I could focus again on what Scott was whispering as he drove faster into my cunt.

“That’s it girl. Enjoy it Kaykay. It’s the last orgasm I’m going to give you until this is over…”

My mind reeled, my pussy already revving up again for multiple climaxes. I knew that Daddy would use me like this, keeping my orgasm as a treat, a reward for behavior. But I couldn’t imagine not being allowed to cum, forbidden from enjoying my own body.

“Don’t you dare cum without asking,” He grunted. “I want to hear three distinct barks before you cum.”

I moaned, already feeling like the next thrust might drive me over the edge.

“Show me how you are going to bark when you need to cum!”

And for a second, I had control over my own mouth.

“Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!”

“Good girl,” Daddy said. “I’m going to get you close first. Then you can decide. You can spend the next two days desperate, humping the floor, the couch, trying to give yourself an orgasm or…”

Shamefully, I already knew I would take whatever the other option was, no matter how disgraceful.

“Or… you can get fucked by everyone here,” Daddy said. “You can spend the next week as the office slut, with cum in every one of your holes until you think you can’t take anymore. Everyone here will fuck you roughly, whenever they want, leaving you filled with cum.”

Oh god, everyone?

Even Mr. Johnson…

I couldn’t!

But could I possibly control myself?

“Don’t answer yet, I’m going to get you close first.”

They both pounded into each end of me, spitroasting me in front of the entire office. Again I lost myself to lust, forgetting everything except the building intensity in my pussy. I couldn’t believe how far he was taking this, and how willing I was to forsake everything about my character in pursuit of my own climax.

I knew what my decision would be.

I just didn’t have the strength to make it right away.

“Oh God, Scott I’m so close,” Paul breathed. “I’m about to cum, I’m about to cum down your wife’s throat.”

“Good,” Scott grunted.

“It won’t be the last,” TIffany said, rubbing her fingers between my legs. “It’s alright Kaykay. We love what a slut you are. Mommy is still going to take care of you, no matter what you decide.”

Somehow, that caring bit of reassurance was enough to push me over the edge. I was so close, my pussy began to ache. I was just about to reach the edge, I pulled back my mouth, retreating from the cock for just a second.

“Fuck, come here…” Paul said.

“RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!”

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Daddy growled.

And I felt a sharp slap from Tiffany on my clit, just hard enough to stop my crescendo. I cowered, trying to keep my legs together, to stop myself from coming without permission. In front of me, Paul was stroking himself, his head popping into my mouth again for a few more thrusts.

“God, I’m so close,” Paul said.

I was about to cum again. I squirmed, needing it so bad that a dull throb echoed from my cunt to the back of my brain. I shook, pulling back, my head coming free of Paul’s cock again.

“RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!”

“Come here… fuck too late…”

Rope after rope of cum splayed out along my face, trailing down my button nose, covering my chin and the whiskers drawn on my cheeks. I tried to look away, but Mommy’s hand went to my chin, keeping me fixed in place as he emptied himself on my face.

“Stay still Kaykay. You didn’t swallow so you at least owe Paul a facial.”

God, a few weeks ago I wouldn’t have even let my husband cum on my face. There was something so demeaning and degrading about it. But I was beginning to understand that as the appeal. Paul stroked a little more, spraying once or twice more until the spasm from his slit became little more than a drop. Then he shoved his cum-covered head back into my mouth for one last second.

“Good girl,” He said, patting my head while still in my mouth.

He pulled back, giving me the chance to communicate my desperation.

“You never liked cum on your face before Kaykay, what changed? Why are you so hot now that you are a puppy?”

I didn’t know what had come over me. My head rolled around, the semen splashing down from my face and onto the floor in front of me.

“Oh God, look at the mess she’s making…” Mommy said. “Such a bad girl. You know we really should have trained her better. I suppose I’ve been spoiling her.”

And then her hand went to the back of my neck, forcing me down onto the floor where the droplets of cum had collected on the carpet. She rubbed my nose in it, ignoring the fact that by doing so she was only adding more ejaculate to the area.

Despite the degradation, my pussy still yearned to cum, ready to let loose at any minute.

“I’m close,” Daddy said. “I’m about to cum…”

“Don’t ruin her for the next guy,” Mommy said. “Pull out and cum all over her bottom and tail.”

God they already knew I would say yes to being fucked.

“I’m almost there, just a few seconds more…”

I let out a soft squeal, a whine of desperation as he drove the final thrust into me. When he pulled out, I nearly sobbed with a frantic need, knowing that I would belong to everyone now. I wailed, barking wildly, yipping for attention even as I felt Daddy’s warm seed spraying onto my ass cheeks.

“Shhh… shh… ” Tiffany said, stroking my hair. “I know baby, I know. You need to cum, don’t you?”

“Arf, arf, arf…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Tiffany said. “We’re going to clean you up, then let someone else have their turn with you. And then you can cum as many times as you want. Will that make it all better?”

“Arf…” I murmured.

“Are you sure? Is this what you really want?”

Here was the moment, the chance to pull back and preserve the smallest smidgen of dignity. I didn’t have to take it. I could stop the charade, end all the cruelty and go back to life as normal as I might make it.

All I had to do was open my mouth and speak.

I paused for a brief second, unable to croak out the sound. My mouth opened in a silent o, embarrassed to say my desires even in such a small way.

“Go ahead Kaykay, speak. Tell us what you really want,” Mommy commanded.

“Arf…”

“What was that?” Daddy said. “I don’t think everyone could hear. Bark if you don’t care anymore who fucks you, so long as that greedy little hole gets to cum.”

I swallowed hard, then let loose.

“ARF!”

And the dam burst.

“Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf…”

It almost sounded like I was crying with desperation.

“Good girl!” Mommy cooed.

“Just in time,” Mr. Johnson said. “The delivery just came in…”

I had collapsed, unable to keep myself upright anymore, my nose nestled in the cum collecting and crusting up on the edges of the carpet. I splayed myself out, sex drunk, watching two men move in and unpack the crate.

Only one of the well-built men was actually unpacking the cage, the other openly stared at the cum-covered puppy lying nearly at his feet.

“Okay, uh… here you go Mr. Johnson,” the less attentive one said, holding up a screen.

“Thank you,” Mr. Johnson said. “You know, you boys are welcome to stay and participate.”

“We already have a full house as it is,” Scott insisted.

Mr. Johnson spread his hands wide in an apologetic gesture. The two men left, giving me a clear view of his purchase before Daddy began positioning me in the device.

It must have been custom-made because the bars were pretty close to exactly my dimensions. The cage had a hole cut into the front so that as the hinges went up, my neck could be inserted onto the padded circle. This left my head outside of the kennel. On the other side was a slightly wider hole where Daddy and Mommy positioned my ass before closing down the cage and fastening the lock.

I could barely move, the dark iron bars holding me into place at every angle in this awkward position. The bars pressed down on my back and ass. No matter how I wiggled or moved, there would be no way to stop anyone from fucking any of my holes.

My stomach pressed against my thighs, everything contorted inside my kennel. I never had a fear of enclosed spaces before, but being encased inside a steel sex contraption immediately sent me into a frantic, panicked fit. I yipped, shaking at the bars, until Tiffany came over, her hands petting my hair.

“There, there,” Mommy said. “Just breathe, and everything will be okay.”

How easily I was soothed now. I barely remembered having so many worries: the mortgage, the sale, the marriage. There was only one thing now, submitting myself to being fucked however they wanted. The idea of speaking up, of asserting myself before it began never even occurred to my fragile mind.

I would agree to anything, almost gleefully treasuring this break from reality.

Even being gang fucked in a cage by every co-worker in the building.

Except one…

Because when Ryan went forward, his cock already out and dangling in front of my face, Tiffany simply tapped him on the shoulder.

“Ryan, I’m afraid you’re only welcome to watch,” Tiffany said curtly.

“But…” Ryan started, before thinking better of it and sulking away.

“As for everyone else, condoms are over here in this bowl,” Mommy said. “Please feel free to cum on our pet as well!”

She leaned it, kissing me on the lips.

“Such a good girl, you’re going to be so pretty after this,” Mommy cooed.

Then she was gone.

It started behind me with the ominous sound of a wrapper being torn. The waiting was almost unbearable, the seconds seemed to stop ticking as I just sort of shuffled my knees, wondering when it would start. Then without any sort of warning, the cock slammed all the way into me, the unseen co-worker deciding to simply plunge into me.

They would all be like that, using me without any consideration or compassion.

Thankfully I was warmed up enough that my reaction was more shock than pain. He drove into me, the thwacking sound slapping into my ears. I inhaled heavy breaths. I didn’t know what to feel, my arms and legs were paralyzed, slowly falling asleep in their suspended position. Everything seemed to hurt for a while, the bars the only things keeping me upright.

Then another man added his cock into my mouth.

My face was a mess of cum, tears, and make-up. My nose swelled up with mucus from the pressure of this much long dick driving down my esophagus. I should have screamed. My entire body had been broken and batter, making this the most miserable sexual experience of my life. I was close, almost ready to call the whole thing off with a sputtering statement of “please, I can’t…”

I had the words formed in my head when my pussy took over.

The rest of my body was asleep. The blood simply stopped flowing, preventing any sort of connection with my brain. Of course, I’m not sure how it actually worked. I wasn’t sure of anything other than my most basic carnal need. Absent any other thought, unable to exist doing anything else, I sucked and fucked from either end, slamming my ass back against the cage those few inches I could to cause that dick to reach my cunt in the right way.

I came.

So hard that the dick in my mouth pulled out for fear of being bitten by a puppy slut.

“ARF! ARF! ARF!”

“Oh she’s cumming Daddy, she must like this,” Mommy said.

“I knew she would,” Scott said.

But the orgasm didn’t seem to subside, not in a real way. If anything the peak just continued to climb, rising and rising until shooting up into another wave of pleasure. I couldn’t control myself and didn’t want to, losing myself to the purest expression of lust.

I vibrated between the two cocks at either end, clueless to the growing crowd of co-workers around me. The sound of them smacking against me and inside me poured into my ears, adding to the excitement, but none of it ever seemed enough. Even as my puppy pussy ramped down, I still wanted more, eager for the next orgasm.

They switched, a new dick in my pussy, another down my mouth. It became impossible to really know how many times this actually happened. Time became measured in little things, tiny moments that captivated me completely, getting me through one debasement to the next.

My mind would be fixated on the instant, on trying to take the dick in my mouth another few seconds before gagging, before needing a breath. My pussy, sore and still needy, slowed to an ache before beginning the cycle of cumming over and over again. What other choice did any piece of me have, caged up like a puppy, prostrated between a room full of men who took turns swapping me around the room?

How could I stop?

They would take turns cumming, calling out their intentions, or simply claiming a space of my body as their own. As one man fucked me, another would spill his load over my face, thoughtlessly spraying my eyes, my forehead, my hair, unable to control themselves once their climax had come. Eventually I had to close my eyes, stinging and red, sensing loads or another dick in my mouth whenever either sensation touched me.

Behind me, my tail slapped back and forth between the bars, the plug driven deeper inside of me with every smack of our hips. My pussy became a sloppy, wet and gushing gape where any man could easily insert himself. I barely felt them by the end, except in those occasional moments of pain where my body remembered to protest at my misuse.

On my ass, several men left their used condoms, at least one dripping cum onto my ass. But it was impossible to tell where the filthy wetness originated. Another man had pulled out, slapped his condom on my ass and unloaded on my tender cheeks, which seemed to signal to the rest of them that it was time to finish in a massive bukkake style over my face.

Spray after spray, rope after salty rope hit my lips, my tongue, some of it sliding down my throat. I could feel it collected in streams all over my body, caking and coating me with the product of their abuse. And worse, the more I got, the more I wanted. By the time they were ready to finish one after the other into my face, I had my mouth open, barking greedily for more until the next man rammed himself into my mouth right before finishing himself off.

We only had seven agents, including Ryan. Only I couldn’t be sure if six was the number of men inside of me, or if others had been invited or just came more than once. I had been shared so thoroughly every inch of me seemed oozing with drying cum. My cunt throbbed, now empty and protesting how well it had been worn out.

Then behind me, I heard a familiar voice.

“Alright, my turn,” Mr. Johnson said. “What we agreed on?”

“Sure, it’s all yours,” Daddy said.

“RUFF!”

I screamed my disapproval as the owner’s hands pulled at my tail, unaware of what he was really readying to do to me. All I knew was the painful sensation of the wider edge of the plug opening my rosebud. I wavered, falling down best I could in the cage, whimpering through soft muted barks of displeasure.

My ass hurt.

But I missed my tail.

I didn’t have time to complain about that, not as Mr. Johnson’s warm head started to split me in two. He positioned himself in the crevice between my cheeks, then guided the head in slowly, his bare dick pushing into me painfully, despite the days spent preparing me.

I slammed against the cage violently, not because of the overwhelming pain, but at the thought of my boss shooting cum into my ass.

Something inside broke again. No matter what happened, even if I stopped it now, that old bastard would have still put his dick inside of my ass.

And I would know I let him.

There was nothing to do but accept it. To act as though it was my desire to have a seventy year old man put his oversized dick into my nearly virgin ass.

Scott and I tried anal sex a few years back, but I’d stopped in pain before he had been able to finish.

Something told me there wasn’t that option tonight.

“God you were worth it bitch-slut,” Mr. Johnson exhaled, his voice rising. “I’ve been watching that ass for three years, wondering how much it would cost to fuck your tight little butt. You came cheaper than I imagined.”

“Ruff… ruff…”

I was nearly sobbing.

“Good girl, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Mr. Johnson said. “I’ve already been inside your pussy, why does this matter?”

He was right, I just hadn’t known it. I had blocked myself completely to the pleasure, shutting my eyes while I opened every hole to what was happening. After this week, I would see the video Tiffany had recorded, showing me swallowing my elderly boss, then taking him in my pussy.

Part of the deal had been proving to Scott that he had a clean bill of health, but I didn’t know that at this time. All I could think about was the final indignity of being bred with the older man’s cum in my ass.

He smacked against me, harder and harder. And to my immediate disgrace, I could feel the swelling growing inside of my pussy until it became a smoldering, sopping wet heat of desire. It was almost as though the head of his cock was smacking against my pussy through the thin bit of body between each used opening. My pussy glistened, rising again with the attention, as though my holes were too abused now for me to distinguish between them.

He slammed into me, hands holding the bars, his hips pistoning faster, my voice trailing out desperate barks of pleasure cut with pain. Mr. Johnson found a steady rhythm, hitting me over and over again against the bars of the cage he created to keep me. Just I thought I couldn’t take it a second longer, my ass squeezed as if trying to expel him even as my pussy started to quiver with anticipation…

In desperation, I came.

“ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!”

I begged and whelped like the puppy I’d become, even as the pounding became relentless and all joy drained from the experience. The last few moments drew on for an eternity, until it became a shock when he slowed, driving his dick into me for a last few strokes as his warm seed bred my virgin ass.

For the first time, I had cum in my bottom.

And it wasn’t my husband’s. It belonged to my old, lecherous boss.

Only I didn’t care.

His cum leaked out of my ass, down my thighs, mixing with the other loads already spent on me. My body was covered in cum, my face a mess, and every part of me ached. I tried to move and found my legs unresponsive. Exhausted and unable to even wiggle, used, abused and treated like the most desperate whore, I could only consider one thing…

My desperate puppy cunt had finally been satisfied by all the attention.