What Happens In Vegas..

Things always start out innocently enough, but then again it never seems to stay that way with her. It was purely coincidence that they happened to be in the same city; he with family, her at a hotel downtown for a work event.  Despite constantly talking, it had been a while since they had sat down over a couple of drinks and talked.

So here she was, in a hotel bar, slowly nursing a cosmo and finger food.  One black stiletto hooked over the foot rest of the bar stool, the other kicking gently as she waited. A stray breeze snuck through the bar as someone came in and she looked up, her skirt shifting at the disturbance.  It wasn't who she was waiting for though and she sighed, scratching her bare shoulder, the soft faux suede of her sleeve brushing her skin.

Her phone buzzed, the ringtone making her smirk as it always did. "I'm outside." it said, and she quickly responded with where she was in the bar.  After a moment, she heard the door to the bar open and she grinned at the person walking through the door before hopping down from her chair.  The fabric of her skirt shifted and it flashed a long line of skin from ankle to mid thigh before settling. He nodded at her excited wave and made his way through the winding path of tables, chairs and people milling about.

He hadn't changed much, neither of them had really. He was still tall and handsome, with coal black hair and sun-kissed looking skin even though he was just as much of a hermit as she. He smiled as he drew closer, his dark eyes still making her knees weak. She gave him a tight hug before hopping back onto her seat and patting the leather stool next to her.

"Sure you don't want a table?" He asked with a smirk. "You're almost too short to get up there."

"Oh fuck you, order yourself a damn drink," she shot back, though there was no heat to it.  She nudged him slightly and he laughed, his shoulders bouncing before ordering a beer.

They passed the time trading stories on family and work events, jabbing and insulting each other in turns; though they never meant any of it.  She'd tease and poke him, pretending to try to pinch him and he'd retaliate with something similar.  The bartender would only look at them and shake their head before moving on to other patrons.

After a few hours she started to yawn,  He looked at her and raised one eyebrow. "Sleepy already old woman?"  He yipped as she swiped at him.

"Old woman my ass," she groused. "You try keeping a busy CEO in line while trying to participate in your own workshops."  He just shook his head, muttering "old woman" teasingly under his breath and deftly dodging another swat from her.

After she told the bartender to charge her drinks to her room and he paid up, he offered to walk her to her room.  She accepted, swaying slightly in her heels as she got down from the stool.  She pointed to the opposite side of the hotel, where she had opted to take a room separate from everyone else that was participating at the convention. She liked her privacy as much as she liked being social, however, he coworkers were bigger party animals than she.

When they got to her room, she fumbled in her top for her key card, plucking it from her bra, the swell of her breast keeping it in place.  She glanced up to see him looking at her, an amused smile on his face.

"What?" She feigned innocence and shrugged. "Nature's pockets."  She swiftly unlocked her room door and turned to him. "Did you want to come -" she never got to finish her question as she looked up at him. He loomed over her and her already wobbly legs nearly went to butter at the look in his eyes, her words dying in a suddenly dry mouth.

She barely had time to step back and close the door behind them before she was backed against the wall, his mouth on hers and her wrists pinned behind her back. Her ears roared and she couldn't help the whimper that came when he nipped her lower lip. The hand that had been cupping her chin moved lower, ghosting over her breast before heading farther south.

She rotated her thigh out slightly, the fabric of her skirt slipping backwards, and his hand trailed over the slowly heating flesh before going under her skirt.  It was his turn to groan as his fingers found what he sought; and what wasn't there.  She laughed at his discovery and wriggled her wrists from his grasp.

"Not expecting that were you boyo?" She gasped as one finger slipped between her lips into the growing wetness there. 

"Oh you fucking slut," he growled and she ground down on his hand in response.

"tell me something I don't know." she taunted him by dancing away from him deeper into her room.

"Tease, slut," he intoned, advancing on her before wrapping her in his arms and brutally kissing her.  His eyes were pitch black when they broke apart, panting.  He watched her as she stepped back, her top coming off to reveal a satin strapless bra, red and shining in the light from the nightstand.

With a cheeky grin she crossed her legs at the ankles to turned from him and slipped off her skirt tortuously slow. The groan and string of curses that ensued from the sight of her bare ass had her grinning in triumph when she turned back around to face him. She had also unbuckled her bra and was holding it up with one arm before letting it drop with a wicked chuckle at his face.

The bulge in his slacks seemed to twitch as he observed her and she stretched before moving to take off her heels. "Leave them," he commanded as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. He gave a half smile as she watched her slowly wet her lips and with an unintended flourish, tossed it aside.  Before she knew what she was doing she had fallen to her knees and was reaching to help him with his pants.

She slowly rubbed her hands over his hips, getting so close to the center before backing away. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her fingers looped around the elastic of his underwear and she slowly pulled everything down.  Once his cock was free she ignored his pants and straightened more on her knees.  Looking up at him, she slowly grasped him and brought it down so she could lap up all of the sweet pre-cum that was leaking out of the tip.  His knees and calves trembled, and he threw his head back with a moan when she finally took him into her mouth,  sucking hard.  With a hum she sucked harder, her teeth gently scraping his flesh and she pulled back off of him.

Bending down, her hauled her up by her armpits, practically tossing her onto the hotel bed.  She landed with a giggle, and rolled over to reach for the nightstand drawer, her stiletto heels knocking together as she crossed her ankles again.  She felt the bed shift as he got on behind her and wiggled her ass for him.

As her fingers closed around the light blue wrapper, she moaned as she felt his cock probing her soaking pussy.  Mindlessly she pressed backwards onto him, twin groans echoing in the room as he filled her.

"God you're tight," his voice was husky and strained as he slid his fingers over her backside to grip her hips. She could only give a panting whine in response, her senses overwhelmed with the feeling. Slowly he began moving inside of her, but she rolled away. She flicked the condom wrapper towards his head with an impish grin.

"Wrap it first," she said as he caught it, slowly reaching down her body to caress her dripping snatch. "THEN  you can teach me a lesson for being such a horrible slutty tease."

He wasted no time getting the condom on and she squeaked as suddenly her knees were lifted practically to her ears.  Her cunt was open to him and they both could feel her slick heat as he pumped his cock back and forth over her slit.  She began to whine and wiggle and with a shake of his head, so very slowly he slide into her, stopping any movement after he was fully sheathed inside of her.

"Please," she whimpered, trying to shift her hips to make him do more than just bloody sit there.

"Please what you slut?" He asked, shifting so slowly backwards that she began to tremble.

"Gods please, just fuck me!"  She clamped her muscles around him and then gave a shout as he exploded into action.

It wasn't sweet, or gentle, and neither of them wanted that. His powerful thrusts had her bracing against the headboard, and the bites that he gave her over her neck, shoulders and breasts would surely bruise and leave pretty marks.

He would have marks of his own.  When she was not making sure her head didn't go through the headboard her nails raked over his back and arms. He woulds have half moon nail mark when her hands convulsed as she came again and again.

He cursed her, calling her slut, whore, filthy tease, witch, and other epitaphs she didn't understand.  She would snark back and would nip at him and then gush as he hit the right spot; the sheets soon becoming soaked as she came.

After what seemed like only a few frenzied minutes, he came, his hips bucking into her as he pumped the condom full, her teeth digging into the soft flesh of his shoulder.  He disengaged and sat back, panting heavily while she rolled over and got up on rubbery legs to get water bottles out of the mini fridge.  Handing one off to him she plopped back onto the bed and drank deeply from her bottle.

"Feel better?" She quipped, shrieking indignantly when he shook his head. "You ass!"

His shoulders shook weakly as he chuckled. "Maybe, maybe not."

Looking over at the alarm clock she turned made a face at him. "Just for that, YOU can sleep in the puddle!" She snarked and flapped her hand at him.

"Not done with you yet young lady," he warned with an evil grin.  She gulped down another bit of water and went into the bathroom.

It was going to be a wild night.

Fantasy - College Fling

It was a cool and breezy day on campus, and she was glad that she had decided on jeans and a
hoodie over the original outfit of a light dress and leggings. She was excited to meet her friend since
they hadn’t seen each other in a very long time and quickly found a parking spot in the garage close
to where he was meeting her. After she parked she checked her make-up in her mirror and finger
combed her short dark red hair back into place before getting out of the car.  

She looked up and smiled as she saw a young man leaning against the half wall near the elevator.
He was 5’10’’ to her 5’2’’ and still thin with those wide shoulders that she remembered so fondly. His
black hair was still shaggy and long, so she knew his mother hadn’t nagged him about cutting it
short again.  She called his name and he turned, his back straightening and he pushed his glasses
up higher on his nose. His slow smile made her grin back and she gave him a huge hug. His scent
was still intoxicating and she fought the urge to go to her tip toes and nibble his neck.  She needed
to be a good girl damnit.

They exchanged pleasantries and walked around the campus as they talked. It was nice, to sit
and talk to him, and hear him open up to her again after years of not speaking. Eventually, the
weather started to get too chilly, so they retreated to the campus library, and made their way to
the second floor. He was a graduate student, and a TA, so he got the added perk of being able
to access separate offices and study areas in the library that allowed them to talk in a full voice
instead of a hushed whisper.

Once inside, she put her bag down, looking around the room.  Two walls were lined with low couches,
with desks on the wall near the door and floor to ceiling windows filling the final wall. The blinds
were half lowered to shield the room from the Florida sun that peeked from the clouds from
time to time. She sat down on the couch farthest from the door, tucking her feet under her as she
faced him. They traded childlike pokes and jabs, her quick hands reaching out to try to pinch his
nipples, his faces making her cackle even as he batted her hand away.

After a while she felt her back twinge and she moved to the other end of the couch so she could crack
her back, slowly sliding off the couch and whimpering as her back cracked in several places.  She
looked up at him and smiled as he tried to conceal the hunger in his eyes that her little noises made.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, arching her back and pressing her shoulders against the edge one
more time, gasping at one last pop released a stubborn kink between her shoulders. He shook his
head.

“Nothing,” he denied, but she grinned at him before turning around to face him, conveniently
positioned between his legs. His eyes widened as she placed her hands on his thighs, the muscles
tensing under her palms.

“Liar,” she purred, sliding her hands up his track pants, looking pointedly down at his crotch. She
grinned as he muttered something incoherent and tried pushing her hands away. She let him and
she stood up with a little bounce and sat on the couch next to him.

“Forgot about those noises?” She teased, poking his shoulder.

“Kinda,” he replied, looking at her with a small smile. She smiled at him and ran her nails down his
arm, watching him shudder in pleasure.

“You’re making it very hard,” he hissed out as his long fingers raked over the fabric of the couch.

“Oh I know,” she interrupted in a lewd tone, and he barked out a laugh.

“That too, but not what I meant.”

“I know,” she got up from her seat and straddled his lap, slowly sinking onto his legs. “But do we
really want to behave right now?”

“Roz,” he groaned, his head leaning back as she wiggled slightly over the growing bulge in his pants.

“Hmmm?? Oh,” she smiled innocently and ground down onto his cock, which was straining against
the confines of his pants. “It seems like you have a really big problem here.”

“Fucking slut,” He growled, his hips lifting slightly. She whimpered.

“Do we really have to be good?” She whined softly, running her fingers through his hair before pulling
his head back and nibbling at his lower lip. “Because I really don’t want to right now.”

With a growl, his hands went to her hips and he pressed her harder onto his crotch and she keened
softly, letting go of his hair and digging her nails into his shoulders, meeting his thrusts.

“Wait, fuck, wait,” she panted and pushed away from him, her knees wobbly as she stood and walked
over to the door, locking it quickly. “There, now things can get interesting.”

She watched him stand from the couch and he strode over to her, gripping her wrists behind her back
in one hand and the other tilting her head up.  Her mouth opened in a moan and he brutally kissed
her, his teeth and tongue offering no mercy as he practically devoured her.

Her knees started to buckle and he stopped, letting her go and they made their way back to the
couches. He sat and watched as she stipped off her hoodie and shirt as he removed his.

“Stupid goddamn jeans,” she muttered, and he laughed, stroking himself through his pants.

“Fuck you,” she muttered and as revenge, turned away so that he got the full view of her ass as she
pulled the denim down to reveal a bright red thong.  She smiled in satisfaction at his pained groan,
turning to watch him slide his pants down.  She went to her knees and slowly licked his length,
a wicked look on her face as she heard his breath come out in one quick rush. 

“Oh I’m just getting started boyo.” She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before
taking him in her mouth, sucking hard. One hand pressed down on his hip to stop him from choking
her as she felt him shift up to meet her mouth. She hummed around him and lightly dragged her
teeth over his sensitive flesh, closing one hand around his cock and pumping it while she bobbed
her head rapidly.

He panted and moaned over her, and when she looked up and met his eyes, the look of lust was
pure, raw and nearly feral.  She moaned around his cock as she felt her cunt twinge almost painfully
with need.

“You keep doing that,” he groaned as she bobbed over his head, sucking hard. “I’m going to come all
over your face.”

“Well we can’t have that now can we?” She said with a sassy smirk, and she turned around, pulled
her thong to one side and eased herself onto his cock.  He was as thick and long as she
remembered, and she bit her lip to keep herself from shouting in pleasure as she took him in
completely. His hands slid up her body and she leaned back into him, moaning as he reached under
her bra to pinch and tug her nipples. Torturously slow he began to move inside of her, slipping nearly
out before driving back upwards, rubbing along her g-spot almost every time.

“Gods, please just fuck me,” she whispered, pressing down onto him.

“You’ve been teasing me you slut,” her growled, nipping her earlobe. “I’m going to tease you back.”

She mewled and sat up away from him, bracing herself on the low table in front of them and
lifted herself off of him until she nearly lost him before rolling her hips backwards and she slammed
back down onto him. She laughed as he slapped her ass, the smack reverberating slightly in the
room. “Is that all you go-” she couldn’t finish the sentence as he started to piston her, his grip on her
hips sure to leave bruises.

Her knees started to burn so she stood shakily to climb back onto the couch, bending over
and wagging her ass at him. He smirked and came up behind her and slid home with a grunt. She
pushed up on the back of the couch so when he started to move again, each stroke went right over
her g-spot and she started biting her upper arms to keep from screaming.  With one hard thrust went
over it just right, she cried out as she came, her girl cum dripping down her quaking legs.

“Please, please don’t stop.”

And he didn’t, he rammed her over and over again, making her cum more; soon her arms were nearly
covered in bite marks. His pants became more and more strained and she managed to get upright
once more.  He wrapped one arm around her chest as his other hand reached down to flick her clit. 

“I’m going to fill you with my cum you slut,” his breath was hot in her ear as he snarled at her.
“Fill you up and leave you dripping my hot jizz.”

She moaned as his fingers rubbed her faster and faster, his steady rhythm becoming more erratic
as he neared his completion. He muffled his shout as he bit her neck and buried his cock inside of her. 
She could feel him pulsing as he came, and she clenched around him coming hard as well.

Slowly they disengaged, limbs splayed every which way as they both caught their breath.
“Goddamn,” she huffed, sitting up and attempted to put her tousled hair back into place. He nodded
in agreement and they both gingery retrieved their discarded clothes before getting dressed again.

As they returned to her car she turned and grinned at him. “Well, they’re not going to be able to get
the smell of THAT out of the room for a while.”

A Faire Maiden and the Viking

Rose raised a hand to her bodice, where a four leaf clover lay nestled over her left breast in a drawstring bag.  She had found it on her windshield just like he has said that he would, and she had hurried to find something to put it in.  Lowering her hand she smiled at her mother as she finished lacing her corset.  She turned towards the mirror to check her outfit, smiling at the effect the cream blouse had against her pale skin, the black corset pressing and lifting her breasts upwards, the brooch glittering in the center.  She tightened the leather belt at her waist and smiled at her mother, giving her a peck on the cheek before picking up her cloak and practically dancing out the door in a flurry of red skirts.

After about a 20 minute drive she stepped out of her car and breathed in deeply, a serene smile growing over her lips.  The  wind picked up and she shivered, leaning into the car to get her cloak, which she swirled over her shoulders and lifted the generous hood; pulling the extra over her face to make sure that it did not blow back.  The scents that drifted on the air instantly filled her with peace and excitement at the same time. Around her others in garb were heading to the front gates; pirates, wenches, lords, ladies, knights and fools alike.  Others were readying themselves at their cars, putting on last minute pieces.

Others were walking in as well in regular clothes, children in Halloween costumes, and others with half assed 'costumes'.  The all made their way to the gates, where cannons stood and lines formed at the ticket booth. Rose smiled and opened her brown leather pouch, checking to make sure her season pass was there, but reaching for her camera instead and pulled it out to snap pictures of the scenery as well as the opening ceremony.  She saw friends and wandered over to say hello, and stood and talked to them.  All of a sudden she felt her pouch vibrate and flipped it open to pull out her cell phone.  Unlocking it she saw a text message from him:

"You look so beautiful." Her heart raced and she looked up and around her, trying to spot him in the crowd. But it was closer and closer to the opening ceremony and it was hard to see faces clearly. She glared around one last time before enjoying the ceremony.  Even though she knew it was coming, she still jumped as the opening canon sounded and everyone moved into and through the gates, the ticket girl scanning her pass and letting her through the gates.

Rose opened her phone again and sent him a text back, "You know this will really start to bug me".  She walked into one of the booths and started to look at the skirts and she heard the tell tale chuckle, almost as if it were right beside her.  She tried to look through the clothes, but she couldn't see anything. She muttered curses at him and continued shopping, and attended a few shows.  Then she felt her pouch vibrate again as she was eating lunch.

"Why are you eating alone?  Come eat with me." Rose snorted.

"Why are you not joining me?" She retorted, setting the phone down.  And she heard his chuckle again, and she shuddered, knowing he'd see it.  The "hunting" was an agreed game, but she was getting frustrated, and she knew that he knew it.  The fact that he was getting closer and closer to her only proved to her that he was better at tracking her and getting away from her than she thought.

She finished eating and stood, shaking out her skirts and cloak and wandering down the main market street to visit her sister and her friend at the game booths.  She laughed and watched the passer-byes with their beers and their garb and staying by for the royal parade, bowing with everyone else as the King and Queen walked by. Rose stood and walked farther down the lane and said hello to another friend before moving to the joust arena and smiled at the cheers and trumpets.  The pirates shooting off their black powder guns echoed over the lake as the afternoon sun rose high.

Rose passed them all by and walked to the clearing behind it all, her hood pulled up as there was no buffer for the wind.  She felt her pouch vibrate again and she opened her phone.

"Why standing all alone young lady?" She smiled and her fingers flew over the keys.

"I wait for one who is evading me..." She replied and put everything away, drawing her cloak closer around her as she waited.  She knew that it was the right time, with how close he was getting to her.  She concentrated inward, centering herself and making sure to not give herself away. 


Suddenly she felt large hands over her face and heard his voice in her ear.  "Hello little Rose," his voice growled in her ear and his arms turned her and one hand kept her eyes covered and he tilted her head up and she felt his lips descend on hers.  She smiled as she kissed him and tilted her head to the side, his hand still over her eyes giving her a comical lit. 


"Can i have my eyes back or are you just going to make me blind for the rest of the day?"  He chuckled and lifted his hand from her face and she blinked up at him and gave him a brilliant smile.  "A pleasure to meet you Orm," she said, dipping a cute curtsy.  He smiled and laughed, which made Rose pout and glare at him.


"Gods you're so beautiful," Orm whispered and placed his large hand on her cheek as she tried to hide her face in her left shoulder, tutting as she did so.  "Don't hide those gorgeous eyes from me."


Rose looked up at him and her blue-green eyes flickered over his face, taking it all in.  She stepped closer to him and looked up into his face, her hood falling back so that her hair fell free to shine in the sunlight. He tilted her face upwards again and once again their lips met, softly, testing. Almost instinctively, Rose's hand rose and laid just above his heart, and Orm pulled her closer, one hand still holding her head.  Their kiss intensified and Rose felt crushed in his arms, but didn't care.


Suddenly hoots and hollers came from the pirate encampment as well as a  few booms from black powder guns startled them apart. Rose turned and laughed at them, red in the face, giving them a low bow and blew them all a kiss.


"YOU KNOW YOU ENJOYED IT!!" She called back, flipping them the bird.  Orm tried to stop her but she just laughed and slapped his hand lightly.  "It's okay hon, they know me and i know them."  Rose knew that it would get back to an individual that she was seen with Orm and she was counting on it.


Hand in hand they moved past Joust and over to the pirate encampment, so that she could say hello and introduce Orm to everyone.  After introductions were made and small talk had, they moved on to different vendors; browsing and chatting with each other.  Orm being the playful ass that he was started suggesting ridiculous outfits and gifts, picking out the gaudiest jewelry known to man and suggesting that she buy it.


Her laugher rang joyfully at each outlandish suggestion as well as dismayed and indignant squawks at one comment or another.  They watched the steel fighting show, Orm constantly critiquing and knocking on one particular move or another.  She laughed and joked with him, introducing her to more friends and faire-family along the way as they explored.

As they neared the front gates, Rose started to tug excitedly at Orm's hand.  "They're dancing!" She cried out, dashing like a happy five year old to the Checkmate Stage where acoustic guitars and doumbeks where being played.  Orm smiled as he followed her and Rose bounced as she saw her friends perform.  The Masala Gypsy Dancers had the stage, wowing the crowd with belly dance, flamenco, saidi and other forms of dance.  Rose loved watching the troupe dance, and she felt a thrill as she watched them.


Orm leaned down and whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms protectively around her. "We're being watched," and a slow smile crept across her face.


"Oh really?" She said, sliding her eyes to the side.  Sure enough, across on the other side of the audience a pirate watched them, his expression ever changing. "Should I?"  She whispered as she turned her gaze back to the dancers.


His chuckle was the only answer she needed as she looked up at him and smiled, then looked back at the pirate; a small older male with barely any build except for around his middle and an almost sullen expression eternally etched onto his face. Then she regarded the Viking who held her, his strong arms able to shield and protect her, tall and strong and virile, who's face lit up as he laughed and talked.  The Viking's chest was broad and powerful, muscled and strong and with him she felt safe.  She looked back at the scrawny pirate, regarding him with a cool and distant eye before looking back up at Orm, who was watching her with an amused look on his face, his eyes shining.


As she looked at Orm a slow smile spread across her face and she crooked her finger at him winking as he bent his head to kiss her.  The thrill of kissing him passed through her again and she looked up at him as they broke the kiss, smiling brilliantly at him before looking across the audience, directly at the pirate.  Suddenly Rose started laughing, as the pirate had left the area.  


She looked over and the girls had started doing their final dance.  Rose caught the eye of one of her friends in the troupe and waved.  She waved back and motioned to her to come up as the rest of the troupe started bringing others from the audience up.  Rose smiled and unclasped her cloak, pecking Orm on the cheek and asking him to hold the cloak as she joined her friend on stage and they danced to the very final song, her eyes only for Orm. When the song ended she trilled along with the other dancers and gave her friend a hug before hopping off the stage and returning to Orm's side. 


They continued to wander, and as the sun set everyone who had stayed slowly made their way to the Good Knight Pub for the final Pub Sing.  Everyone raised their voices with the cast and musicians and laughed at the comedy.  Soon it came to sing the final song, "Health To The Company".  Rose had sent Orm the song before he came to Faire, and so they both sang it with the others.


Final canon boomed and they made their way to the front gate, Orm walking Rose to her car.


"I had a wonderful time beautiful," he said, kissing her again.  Rose smiled and hugged him, her pelvis pressing to him.


"I hope its not over yet," she purred, nipping at his lower lip.  Orm chuckled and pressed her to her car, causing her to gasp with surprise and lust; her eyes glazing over as she looked at him.


"Oh it wont be," he replied.  He gave her directions to the hotel where he was staying. "I'm sure you know how to get there."


Rose nodded and stole a kiss from him before getting into her car. "I'll meet you there." She promised and saw Orm smile as he walked to his rental.  Rose sighed as she watched him walk away.  It was going to be a wonderful weekend.


To Be Continued. . . 

Alia And Dion ~ A Familial Romance Part 2

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Ayana and Dozer

Note/Warning/Disclaimer: This is NOT my normal erotica.  This erotica is the result of a Poll previously posted in my blog.  If you do not like beast erotica please leave this entry.  If you have been looking forward to this post or are curious, feel free to read on.

Ayana stirred, groaning as she opened her bleary blue-green eyes upon the bright sliver of light that fell across her face. With a mumbled curse, she tossed the covers over her head and burrowed back into the warmth of her blankets.  After a few minutes she heard her bedroom door get pushed open and nails clicking softly on the wooden floor.  After a moment she felt the bed shift and creak as a large form laid next to Ayana. Ayana took a deep breath and tossed the covers off of her head, and was greeted with a large pink tongue wetting the side of her face.  With a groaning laugh Ayana pushed away the big blue head.

"EWWW!! Dozer!" Ayana sat up and laughed as his strong tail thumped on her mattress, sending vibrations straight through her bed.  "Goofy dog," she said lovingly as she tousled his ears playfully and made her way out of bed and into the restroom.

When Ayana finished her business she ushered the large Great Dane out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen where she started preparing her breakfast as well as the dog's. Dozer put his head on the counter and watched her as she worked, his tail wagging slowly.  Ayana laughed and set his bowl into the custom built stand that kept his food at a level where he could get at it easier.

She took her breakfast to her little nook and sipped her coffee as she read the newspaper, shaking her head at some of the articles.  She turned her head and saw Dozer had already finished his breakfast and was nosing at his leash. She shook her head and stood, giving him a sign to wait as she put her dishes into the dishwasher.  She walked over to him and the door, the tip of his tail twitching as he waited patiently for her to clip his thick leash and give him the OK to stand.

Eagerly he did and waited as she opened the door, nearly bolting out of it before she checked him and had him sit again.  She gave Dozer a look and he hung  his head before she chuckled and scratched his ear before telling him to walk on.  They walked around her community 3 times, the pace sedated and calm, even though he strained to chase after squirrel and birds. Finally Ayana lead Dozer back inside and unclipped his leash and releasing him to wander the house.

Since it was the weekend she didn't have to work, so she went into her office, opening up her laptop and logging onto it.  She worked for a little while and got bored, so she pulled up her favorite porn site and started browsing. After a few minutes she found a good video and pulled out a thick dildo and stripped fully, playing the bulbous head over her slit as the video started.

As the video progressed Ayana slipped the phallus into her pussy and started to pump it inside of her.  Living on her own had its advantages, which meant that she could be loud and not worry about anyone checking on her if she got TOO loud.  Soon the dong was sloshing around in her pussy and Ayana's moans were getting louder and stronger, her orgasms crashing over her.  As the video would down so did she, her legs still open and her pussy dripping.  She leaned back and panted, trying to catch her breath.

Unbeknown to her, Dozer had ambled into her office and come around to her side. He snuffled along her chair, drawn to the scent of her wet sex. He started licking his Mistress's pussy and Ayana moaned, still in a sexually euphoric haze.  She started leaking more and more pussy juice and eagerly Dozer kept licking at her snatch until she came again.  Ayana panted and her head leaned forward.

With a shock she realized what her dog had been doing and she shoved his head away from her pussy, her mind racing, then it reeled when she saw his large penis bobbing from his sheath, red and hard.  Ayana's mind raced with thoughts and scenarios and hurriedly pushed the dog out of her office and closed the door, wiping herself and her chair down with a baby wipe and got dressed, shutting her computer down and pulling out a spiral notebook and started writing.

The next day she had to go into the office for an emergency, but a dream of hers kept haunting her through the day.

She had dreamed that she had been having sex with Dozer, both in doggie style and standard missionary positions, his big cock drilling into her and his knot catching on her pelvic bone and thrusting over her g-spot again and again.

She woke up that morning ragingly horny with Dozer laying right next to her, and almost embarrassed she ran into the bathroom and actually latched the door instead of leaving it open so that Dozer could come and find her like he normally did.

Once work was done she went home, happy that the crisis had been averted; thoughts of her dream out of her mind as things had started picking up.  She went inside her office and did a search, looking up site after site about pet sex and was surprised at the amount of hits that she was getting.  She read articles and eroticas and watched videos, and all got her so hot and bothered. Thusly she made up her mind.

She watched her normal porn videos, getting herself hotter and hotter.  Then she called Dozer over and had him follow her into her room and she bent down over the side of her bed, exposing herself to him and moaning as he began to lap at her juices. She reached behind her and patted her upper back like she wanted him to hop up, which he did, eager to please. She stroked his sheath now that he was in easy reach and slowly his cock began to harden and emerge.  Once Ayana had enough to grasp she guided Dozer's dog cock straight to her waiting pussy.

Feeling the warm wet channel, Dozer's natural instincts took over and he began to pound away into Ayana's pussy, making her cry out in pain and pleasure all at the same time.  He filled her as he stroked, and she could feel his knot growing.  Desperate to have him knot inside of her she put her hand back to ensure that the knot stayed in.

She didnt need to worry however as Dozer's knot grew and he shot his steaming hot load into her pussy, Ayana moaning as she fucked herself with the massive knot, her pussy squelching as she maneuvered the knot over her g spot again and again, squirting as she came and was finally able to disengage from her beloved pet.  Dozer dismounted and nosed her pussy again, licking up his own come as he got her as clean as she could.

Ayana never forgot that experience, and the bond between them grew as Ayana continued to fuck her great dane Dozer

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::NOTE:: The following is purely a story, fantasy, erotica. . . no more. . no less.

Mariah worked in a small office in the heart of a well-to-do suburbs, and at 23, was the youngest employee there.  She had a girl next door look about her, though her blue eyes were striking in contrast to her dark chocolate hair.  She sat up front, greeting her co-workers with a cheery smile, and dealing with calls as they came into the office.  A handful of men liked to flirt with her, and she flirted right back.  She was a very liberal person and liked not only the attention but also enjoyed dishing out the teasing.

Physically she was average, both in height and weight, though she thought she had a little extra to spare. The one thing she loved about herself were her sharp eyes and her ass. Which she knew many men in her office lusted after. She wore thongs at any opportunity just so that he ass was not constricted by fabric other than her pants themselves.  She knew of for sure a few men who wanted her, and they made it very clear in their looks and their way of speech.  Which did not bother her, for inside writhed a deviant woman, open to just about any sexual encounter that she could find.

It was apparent in her wicked grins and the glint to her eye as she teased those who flirted with her, be it with a bounce as she hit a grande plie putting labels on boxes, or an extra sway in her hips as she walked down the hall.  She had a rule however, a rule that she vowed to never break, and that was that she did not shit where she ate.  Essentially she would not date and or fool around with anyone inside the office.  As sorely as she was tempted by a few of them, she refused.  Sex was not something that was worth losing her job over.

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One day as she was in the security room she heard the main door to the room open.  Expecting it to be her boss she stayed quiet, figuring that he was going to just come in to check on a tape then leave.  But instead she felt a taller male body step in behind her.  She turned from ordering the product in front of her and looked up at the man occupying the room.

"Oh hey Casey, whats up?"  Her eyes flitted back and forth trying to read his expression.  Casey was an older gentleman and well formed for his age. He stood slightly taller than her and hard dark hair with piercing eyes.

Casey shook his head. "just wondering if you needed any help in here."  He looked her up and down.  She wore a pair of black slacks and a red long sleeved button down top.  At his height he was easily able to take a glance down her front, which he currently was doing.

Mariah smirked and snapped her fingers under his nose. "No no help needed here," she indicated the machines whirring away besides her. "Only thing i really need to do is finish rearranging this stuff here then its back up front for me."  She looked back up at him and felt her eyes dilate slightly as she saw the look in Casey's eyes.  That unadulterated male hunger and power and determination to take what they want.  And it was quite obvious that what Casey wanted was her.

"You sure there is nothing that you need help with?"  Casey re-iterated as he reached back and shut the door to the supply room.

"Pretty sure, why do you need help with anything?"  Mariah asked, smirking as she sensed the deviant in her rising, even as her nerves clamored alarm bells.  With a twitch she ignored them and listened to Casey.


"Well I was going to talk to your boss about this but i think that you could help me a lot better," Casey said slyly,  taking a step back and tugging on his shirt.  Mariah licked her lips.

"And what is that?" She asked, watching his busy hands and feeling herself get wetter.  Casey chuckled and Mariah looked up at him.

"Just a problem i have with sitting in my chair.  I don't know what it is but its just not comfortable to sit down."    Mariah gave him a cheeky smile.

"So order a new chair. The CEO's already ordered one."  She loved being a smart ass, always made the comebacks to the flirting so much more fun.

"Don't need a new chair," Casey replied as he reached into his underwear.  "Just need a way to get this down."

Slowly he pulled out his cock and grinned as Mariah licked her lips almost uncontrollably in desire. "That's all you're worried about?  I'm sure i could help with that." Mariah stepped close to Casey and looked up into his face even as her warm palm closed around his cock, feeling it pulse, twitch and grow under her steady ministrations. Casey closed his eyes as her hand closed around his cock head her hand pulling some flesh with it so it hugged and teased his head.  Casey marveled at some of the tricks that she knew for her young age and she laughed before lowering her head and licking the pre-cum that was forming on his tip.

He groaned and his hips thrust forward instinctively at her warm touch and she quickly sucked on the thrusting phallus, her tongue flicking at the eye, lips curling at Casey's hiss and groan.  Her tongue swirled around his head, keeping the suction tight  as she bobbed her head.  Occasionally she'd stick her tongue out and lap at his shaft, teasing and stimulating before she slid her mouth farther down.

Casey fisted one hand in her hair as she blew him, the thrill of the tugging shooting to Mariah's pussy and spurring her on even more.  She stiffened her tongue and sucked hard on his cock, slipping the tip of her tongue over and slightly into the slit and bobbing faster and faster.  Casey groaned above her and his hand tightened in her hair again before pulling her off him, panting hard.

"Jesus," he panted hard, his cock twitching almost comically, the glans an angry red color. "Get those pants down and bend over there."  He indicated an old swivel chair that was backed against one wall.

Mariah smirked and her hands went to her belt and unbuckled it before loosing the clasp of her pants and drawing down the zipper before letting the slacks fall to around her ankles.  She wore a simple black cotton thong and the swell of her ass nearly obliterated the stripe of fabric that was settled happily between her cheeks.  She bent over the chair and drew the fabric to the side, revealing her shaven pussy and her puffy pink lips which glistened with juice.  She heard Casey groan with desire and Mariah grinned at him over her shoulder.

"Like what you see yeah?"

"Oh very much so," Casey groaned and slipped his fingers over her snatch, moaning in tandem with Mariah as he felt how slick and wet she was.  "Just wanting to get fucked by this cock dont you?"  He asked her before sticking his fingers into her mouth.

Mariah hummed her response as she suckled his fingers as well as any cock, moaning as Casey slipped his cock into her, her hot center engulfing him completely. As he thrust into her she tightened herself around him, her hips tilting downwards, letting him take her deeper and harder.

Mariah started to cum, her nails digging into the chair and her jaw clenching as she muffled her scream, her pussy pulsing and coaxing Casey to fuck her deeper and harder; which he did, all the while calling her a dirty slut and pulling her hair.  Mariah groaned as she felt Casey's rhythm change, pulling her shirt tail up higher as his breathing became ragged.

With a grunt Casey pulled out and tugged his cock over her bare ass and back, wanking it faster and faster until he came hard, his jizz shooting onto her flesh in warm spurts.  Both stayed where they were as they panted, trying to catch their breath and regain composure.

"Stay there," Casey instructed as he looked around. "I thought i saw some paper towels someplace."

Wordlessly she pointed to a corner where there were two rolls and Casey shuffled over and ripped a few pieces from one roll and wiped off his cum, though he did take a finger of it and offered it to her mouth, which she greedily tasted and suckled on.  They both chuckled as Casey's cock twitched, trying to go for round two but they both knew that it wasn't going to happen.  After they got Mariah cleaned up and clothes adjusted and both went back to work.

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Later that day as Mariah went over the events in her head, she wondered if Casey would even want the same encounter again; secretly admitting to herself that she would look forward to another encounter.