I cried out, again. It wasn’t until later that it would even occur to me how much noise I had been making. At the time, I was lost in my own little bubble of existence and that bubble only contained Jhony and me deep in the bond of mating. I felt his cock and knot grow in every way inside me. The fit was so tight I could asian feel everything as his abbreviated stroke continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his cock grew in anticipation of pending climax. I could feel he was close to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The sensation of anal fucking was different with less direct stimulation to panties the base erogenous zones. I slipped a hand underneath, my fingers going to my clit and cunt. The fingers alternated between strumming japanese the clit and plunging into my cunt. The fingers actually pressed up and felt the cock and knot in my ass through the thin membrane dividing the chambers. When I felt his cock jerk and spasm against the walls, I joined him. My orgasm was convulsing and I was sure part of it was the baseness of the experience. I was not only fucked by a dog; I was fucked by a dog in my ass. It felt so wicked, so base, so slutty, so dirty. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the smallest of my brief experience. We were securely tied. Once my orgasm ebbed, my mind returned to take charge and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a terrible blue-streak at my body for getting us into this mess. I was completely defenseless and vulnerable. The dog had turned so we were ass-to-ass and frequently pulled to free itself, but we were very securely joined. When many minutes passed and nothing had changed, I began to become concerned. I had been shocked at the initial intrusion, then by the knot entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my body was in the throes of being overwhelmed with physical and mental stimulation. Now, I was aware … and tense. And, the tension wasn’t helping to release the knot. I had no idea how long the knot might bind us together. This was a smaller dog, but the knot was in my ass, which was so much tighter and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could feel the sphincter securely closed in front of the ball inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to attempt to calm him. As he fought to disengage, I could feel his cock slide inside me and I assumed his efforts were fetish just exciting him further. My attempts to relax my own body, though, failed completely and abruptly when outside my little enclosure of brush, I heard the low voices of people too cumshot close to be on the pathway below. I held my breath to listen more intently as if that would help. The dog behind must have heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more agitated, pulling with more intent, his paws fighting the ground to pull us apart. This time when I reached back to him, my efforts to calm him had desperation behind it. I could hear the voices coming closer and I felt the dog moving one direction, then the other nervously. I became terrified. Erin silently cussed Sean under her breath for making a mess of the files on her desk and skimmed through them trying to re-establish some kind of order. “I’ll brain her, Julia.” Tera said, her voice as dead as panties her moniker, “One fetish more step, and I’ll do something even Brandon can’t fix.” "I'm happy now Master." She wiggled her butt as she tried to readjust herself again. She knew how to play this game. She could see his reluctance, she glanced asian over to Hawk and caught the way he was glaring at Owl. The woman massaged Mindy’s scalp and hair, smoothing it and combing it with her fingers. One of them was wearing the smallest cutoff shorts he had ever seen. Now she could only wait, her legs spread by the shackles on her ankles, toes barely touching the ground as she lay forward on the bed. One of the buckets had some food in it; it looked a bit like leftovers that had been all mashed up. “You japanese like what you see,” Layla said plainly, a statement not a question to which Lacy nodded with a sly little smile of her own. I turned toward Gwen who was relaxing and enjoying the quiet hours. I tiptoe around and recon each of the upper rooms. She thought she’d heard someone calling her name from cumshot outside. “David, I need to talk to you about something. “Mom, there's a problem in the UAE,” Rebecca, my futa-daughter with Mrs. Albertson, said as she burst into the Oval Office. Would he rape me all night? Or do I need to come up there and whoop your dumb cracker ass?” “If you’re staying, I want you to go down on me now.” I had to build a better future for them. It was so naughty and crazy to be filled up by this kid.