Filled my pussy with 6″ of hot dog dick

Thanksgiving. I had been busy in the kitchen all morning,
getting everything ready. Lisa had been in a foul temper
all week, and I hoped that a good dinner would help to
improve her mood. Since last Friday, I have been on her
bad side when I made the mistake of laughing at her when
she got splashed by a passing bus on our walk home from
classes.

“You will pay for that!” she said in a even, cold tone
that left chills racing up and down my spine. I followed
her home, silent and respectful, wishing that I could
just disappear.

As soon as we got inside, she turned and ordered me to
strip. I shrugged off my wet clothes, dropping them in
pile at my feet. Lisa returned, holding a leather belt
and a small empty jar. Behind her, Casey, her 2 year old
Shepard Collie mix followed her.

As soon as he saw me nude, his cock began to swell and
grow. I have been having sex with him since the third
week of Lisa moving in with me. Lisa has made it clear
that I am to serve both of them at all times. I am
allowed to let him fuck me, usually 2 or 3 times a week.

Whenever I see his cock hard, my standing orders are to
suck his cock till he cums. Lisa always decides whether
Casey is to fuck my bitch-pussy (her name for my cunt) or
my slut-ass(ditto). She enjoys the sight of Casey’s cock
tied with my ass. By this time, any time he sees me nude,
he gets excited.

“Get on your knees bitch!” I dropped down, raising my ass
without being told. I felt her hands travel over my
asscheeks, stopping at my asshole long enough to stick
her forefinger in to the second joint. I moaned at this
sudden invasion. She continued to thrust her finger in
and out, lighting the fire in my ass and cunt. Before
long, I was rocking my hips, eager to get every bit
pleasure I could from her finger.

“Like it whore?” I nodded, a truthful answer as well as
the only one she would accept. Casey came over and stood
in front of me, 2″ of red cock sticking out of his sheath
already.

“Stroke him till he’s hard slut!” I reached out to fondle
him, watching his back arch as I wrapped my fingers
around his swelling cock.

Without warning, my ass exploded in pain as Lisa brought
the belt crashing down on my upturned ass. Casey jumped
at the sound, slipping from my grasp. Quickly, 9 more
blows struck my bottom. Finally, as I lay one the carpet
sobbing in pain and lust, Lisa brought Casey back over.

“Suck him. Don’t swallow, fill this,” she said handing me
the jar. I scooted over to him, opening the jar as I
went. Casey let me stroke him till he was hard again. As
his cock emerged I started to lick the surface of that
red-pink cock, slowly taking more and more in my mouth.
Almost immediately, he began to shoot little spurts of
precum as he started to hump my face.

As I sucked and licked, I felt Lisa’s fingers rub the
welts on my ass. I moaned, sucking harder. Lisa’s fingers
found my clit and started to tease it mercilessly…
Casey’s knot began to swell and the jets of precum became
more frequent. I had to spit into the jar. finally I
grabbed his cock behind the knot and squeezed
rhythmically as I bobbed my head back and forth over his
cock.

I could hear him make little gruff growls as he started
cum, jets of semen filling my mouth. As I spit the mess
of saliva, precum and cum into the jar, Lisa’s fingers
slipped inside me and rubbed my g-spot while pinching my
clit with her other hand. My orgasm crashed down upon me
with the same force as the belt earlier.

This set the standard for everyday since then. Each
morning, suck Casey, collect his cum in the jar which
Lisa kept in the fridge. Lisa delighted in not allowing
me to brush my teeth before class, ensuring I would taste
Casey until I ate lunch, my breath smelling of his cum,
ensuring I would avoid speaking with anyone. Every
evening, the same act repeated to her satisfaction. By
Thursday, the jar was nearly full. Casey would follow me
around the house, his cock sticking out and ready for his
next “milking”.

At lunch, I was busy making the dressing for the turkey
when Lisa came into the kitchen. “Have you eaten yet” she
asked?

“Not yet,” I replied.

“Strip bitch,” her voice assuming it’s command tone. 8
months of training took over and I hastened to obey,
right there in the kitchen. Lisa walked out leaving me
there frightened and excited. When she returned, the
sight that I saw made my knees go weak with desire. She
was naked except for her 8-inch strap-on. Without saying
a word, she pointed to the floor and I sank to my knees.
Reverently, I reached out to stroke her “cock”. She
grasped my hair, forcing my head back.

She guided the dildo to my lips as I opened my mouth.
Without missing a beat, she began to thrust into my
mouth, long deep thrusts that forced me to deep-throat it
or risk gagging. She continued, long strings of spit
dripping off my chin, wetting my tits. Soon, my lips were
puffy and bruised, the force of her rape making them go
numb as my cunt seeped wetness down my inner thighs.

“Get down,” she ordered. Within seconds, she was buried
to the hilt in my cunt, fucking me with brisk, hard
strokes. I moaned and gasped with pleasure, rocking back
to meet her thrusts.

After about 5 minutes of this, she pulled out and had
Casey mount me. She guided his cock into my pussy and BAM
he started to fuck me with hard jabs that took my breath
away. I was so lost in pleasure, I never heard the can
opener. All I know is that next thing, she had set a bowl
down in front of me, and was emptying a can of dog food
into it.

As Casey filled my pussy with 6″ of hot dog dick, I
watched with slitted eyes as she poured the contents of
the jar of cum into the bowl like some kind of gravy.

“Eat it!” she commanded.

I tried to lick at it but Casey’s hard thrusts soon
pushed my face into it as I ate. The shame and
humiliation were too much and a powerful rolling orgasm
stole the next few minutes from me. During that time, I
finished the dog food, Casey came in my pussy and
dismounted me, and Lisa removed the bowl. I don’t
remember any of it.

As I knelt there, cum dripping from my well-fucked pussy,
Lisa asked,” So are you going to laugh again, Robyn?”

“No Mistress,” I whispered too exhausted to speak.

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