Bestiality - Page 70
This Story is the second of the Trilogy of…The Boys & a dog at Play. I hope this part is enjoyed as much as the first part… Three weeks had passed since Matt and I had enjoyed each other along with Boss the dog. Since then Matt and I had spent more and more time together it seemed
Gill looked around the boat's systems. The engine sat under the cockpit and the ladder down from deck formed the firewall to the salon inside. Someone built the ladder from the side rail of a skiff



Melony awoke a croak of a groan, immediately regretting coming back to reality from the deep throbbing ache pulsing in her grey matter. She writhed under the sheets while clutching her temples because it felt her hands were the only things keeping her skull from splitting apart
It was a day like any other. I came home from work to my empty house, where it was just me and my rottie. I am a 35 year old divorcee, whose husband left me after we found out that I was sterile. As disheartening as it was for me to learn that, I was devastated when he left
It was the start of the virus. No one new how bad it was going to be so I was avoiding people as much as possible. I had been for my one shopping trip to the supermarket and had filled my rucksack
My Master my Dog: part 3 I woke up this morning on my own. “Good morning sleepy head”, to Chief. This morning was going to be Kelly’s second visit and I got busy preparing for her arrival. It was another beautiful day. During the set up Kelly knocked then opened the gate
Jenny and the Wild Boar By: kangaroo08 The old man had been making claims for years about a large pig, perhaps many, who had been making foraging attacks on his farm land that bordered on the swamp country



*Please also note that this includes a lot of human trafficking themes. Remember that human trafficking and rape is illegal. If your partner is not up for rape or BDSM, do not force yourself on them or anyone else
John had such an attachment to Bear his german sheppard that I would sometimes become jealous. He was more into keeping the dog happy than working on a relationship with me



One Saturday morning my wife Kate (26) was busy surfing the internet. For about thirty minutes or so after she finished she was deep in thought. When I went into the kitchen to make cups of tea Kate came in
Eighteen year-old, blond, cheerleader captain Leah waved to the other girls as they got into Sandy’s car. Kimberly rolled down the back window and asked, "You sure you don’t want me to stay and help Lee?" "No," Leah answered
orway holding a bowl of cereal in one hand and slowly closing the door with the other ''Rachel, make sure the house is still tidy for when we get back'' said her mother opening the car door in the driveway ''Yes mom!'' said Rachel 'Cya tommorrow!' ''Cya'' shouted a deep voice from the passanger seat
"MY FIRST DOG FUCK" We all know how horny teenage boys are and I had plenty of opportunities to date and fuck boys if I’d wanted to. But my older sister had gotten pregnant when she was a teen and there was no way I wanted to follow in her footsteps



She packed her few belongings. She didn't own much, mostly clothes, everything else at the boarding house was communal. She fit it all into her old Camry and drove to her new home. She arrived at the old house she had so often cleaned
I arrived home after a long day’s work at the office. It was Friday and I could spend some quality time with my family. As I opened the front door, the first thing I noticed was the squeaks and thuds. They were much louder than usual