A literotic sexstories: The Neighbour 3 by Suziesue ,
On that very first day he had wound up my sexual excitement, which had me undressing on my doorstep and walking across to him in just a pair of heels, where upon I’d suck him, let him fuck me in my arse and pussy, I’d rimmed him and drunk his piss. I was hooked; no man had ever treated me that way. Over the next months I had regularly repeated that first day he also came to the house and used me in front of my husband and also together with him. Of an evening he’d phone and I’d get ready in minutes, leaving my bedroom in just heels and stockings to go to him and by this time maybe one or two of his mates to be abused and used. My husband and I had also introduced him to several wives including my sister who’d want to play those games.
By the next year, my now weekly sessions had involved the same plus mild BDSM play with flogger; whips and canes; bondage. One or two of my husband’s friends were also into this play and I was learning the pain and pleasure principle and finding that my sister and other friends were more experienced in this play than me.
In August that year, I remember he pulled some playing cards out, he had this game with 6 cards only, 4 kings and 2 jokers each joker he’d marked with the initial of my son’s names. He had me shuffle them and lay them out, face down, I had to choose a card, if it was a joker, I had to bring that son over with me on my next session. I thought he was joking; one was 9 the other 11 years old at the time. He was in a way; he was testing me to get a reaction. That first time I just said ‘No way’, he left it at that, but I felt rather strange, it was a similar feeling years before when my husband said he’d like to watch me get shagged by a couple of hung black guys.
On my next visit there a week later, he produced the cards again and I told I wasn’t going to play this every time I came over. Somehow I agreed to play it once a month. That evening I agreed to do a ‘tester’ game just to see. I shuffled the pack, so the cards were in my hands all the time, laid them down and then I picked up a joker with my younger son’s initial. I felt rather weak.
October, November and December came and each time we played it I got a king, but the sexual tension in me was palpable, I was becoming very wet each time, because I knew my luck wouldn’t hold. I was wondering if he was using the same technique with the various other wives we’d introduced to him, all were in similar ages and our main connection prior to swapping had been our kid’s playgroup 8 or so year before. My sister said she had and knew 2 others (her friends) who’d he’d cajoled into playing, so he’d probably tasked the other 2 as well. In addition to a few girls we all had boys of similar ages. It was inconceivable that no one had lost. But then she told me she’d gone along with his request to do K9 and agreed the cards would go away for a year, her 2 friends had also agreed that, but they’d all done K9 before. Of the other 2 wives, 1 refused to play but the other went along with it and when lost did exactly as required as if no big deal, but I didn’t find out either of those for over a year.
When I proposed to Ben over Christmas that I’d do k9 if the cards went away, he reluctantly agreed. Now in January 2012 and I was here committed for my first turn. There was my husband who’d sported a hard on for days now, since I told him I would, Of course he’d witnessed my sister twice and Jodie 3 times plus Karen once, but he said me doing it would be the tops. Plus Ben of course and his friend Marty who’d brought the dog over. All I had on were my knee high; high-heeled boots.
I’d expected a golden Labrador (that was what my sister had said); but this was a Red Setter. Has he done this before? I asked, peering dubiously at the dog. I realized I could just see the pink tip of his erection. Oh yeah, Marty said. What’s his name? Bruno.
Based upon what my sister had told me to do; I sat down on the armchair, my legs spread, my hands in my crotch. Closing my eyes and throwing my head back, I began rubbing myself, trying to encourage the moisture to come, my clitoris feeling kind of tight with anticipation. This should be a new one, anyway…
I began to make moaning sounds, my fingers increasing their speed, rubbing, twisting, gently pulling at my lips and cit. kept this up for a couple of minutes, kept doing it when I heard the faint click! of the dog being unleashed, waited until his snout actually touched my leg before opening my eyes, regarding him with surprise. Hey, boy, I said, reaching out to stroke his head. He lifted his snout to my hand, wouldn’t let it touch him without smelling it first, undoubtedly taking an interest in the odours there.
I patted him on the head, and his tongue came out and licked my wrist. Why, you’ve got a BIG tongue, there, boy, I said, as if something was suddenly dawning on me, placed them before his muzzle. He eagerly licked and snuffled at them. Here Ya go, I said, spreading my legs further, easing my pelvis closer to him. He leaned over, craning his neck, and began to sniff at my crotch. When his tongue came out to lick me, I shuddered, then moved again, lifting my leg over his head, easing my hips over the edge of the bed, my crotch now perfectly open to him. His tongue running over his lips and nose once, quickly, he wasted no time diving in, and after a perfunctory sniff, he began to nuzzle and lick at my cunt lips. I was moaning and ooohhhnnngg, but that was just show.
The fact is, I did find his tongue pleasant; it was smooth, and his motions were very rhythmic, his tongue lapping over and over my cunt, again and again, my clitoris directly in its path, and it was a big, tongue, and his mouth was so hot… It wasn’t long before I was coming for real, his big, doggy mouth doing all the work for me, and just as well as any man could. I was shuddering and crying with pleasure, and he just kept licking, and licking, and licking….I strained forward, clutching the bed sheets with both hands, my pelvis shivering with the mini-orgasms he was inflicting on me.
Each time his cold nose touched my labia I shuddered and felt as if I would come anew. Oh god, I murmured, trying to keep myself still, but wanting to thrust against him. I could feel the burn on my face and chest and knew I was flushing furiously with excitement and orgasm. He was content to lick me for another couple of minutes. After that, though, he began to whine, and tried to hop up on the chair. (God only knows what I would have done if he had!) Still gasping and breathing heavily, I slid off the chair, followed by his inquisitive snout. I lay on the floor carpet as he shoved his nose into my arse, sniffing and licking at me. In fact, once I was on the ground, he began trying to climb on top of me!
Hey, doggy, I said, stroking his back, my hand moving ever closer to his rear, then sliding down between his legs. When my fingers contacted his sheath, he became still, the tip of his cock popping out for all to see.
I rubbed it gently, my fingers on the tip, then I wrapped my hand around the sheath and began to work it back and forth, manually exciting him, just as I had been directed. I didn’t think it was too necessary, though, ‘cause I could feel his stiffness inside the sheath, and I knew he was hot and ready to go just due to the length of his celibacy, and from how hungrily he had eaten me out. I stroked and rubbing him until the sheath retracted all the way from his cock, exposing even the huge bulge at the base. Lowering my head, I got up between his legs, ready to deliver on the oral I was supposed to.
Huge!!
I had never seen any man that large, much less a dog! If he was any representative of his species, I was grateful they hadn’t brought in a Great Dane! I mean, I could take a lot, easily, but not a pony prick!
I’m sure Marty caught my look of surprise as I came face to face with what Bruno had to offer. His prick was the queerest looking thing I had ever seen; at least eight inches long, it was a bright red, and the tip was pointed, like an arrow, but the whole thing was a mass of veins. The thing at the base was even redder. I couldn’t believe I was going to have to take him. It would be difficult; but also pleasant, I was sure.
My hand on his hot pink shaft, I dutifully applied my mouth to the tip of his bevel-pointed organ, kissing in the first inch or so of it. I was lucky my hand was between the bulge and my mouth, because once he felt himself in contact with something warm and wet, he went into frantic motion, his pelvis going crazy, trying to drive his thing in further. I backed away, gagging, as he thrust wildly at me. I could hear Marty snickering. I didn’t care, though. Letting him thrust up against my mouth, I opened it just enough so that the tip was going in and out from between my lips. I lapped at it with my tongue, just like I would do with a regular guy.
He didn’t taste bad, exactly, and in fact, almost tasted just like a man, he had precum, which Katie had told me to expect, but for the persistent doggy odour about him, and in his thing. In fact, his whole crotch smelt very strange, like a musky combination of semen and dog and urine. It was different, but not overly disgusting, or gross. In fact, he smelt somewhat better than some men I’ve known. No he wasn’t clean, he obviously hadn’t been bathed for weeks and that’s what I tasted.
I was still licking the tip and sides of his shaft when, just out of reflex, my hand strayed to the bulge, working its way tightly down the shaft. Well, let me tell you, when I hit that bulge he yapped and arched his back, pushing his pelvis right into me. I smiled as a tiny squirt escaped the tip of his cock, landing right on my tongue. I let go immediately, not wanting him to expend himself yet, and he let out a ferocious bark when I let go of him.
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