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Okay, deep breath. You can do this. You have to do this. The tradition can’t be broken. I stare at my phone, finger hovering over the name on the screen. Why is this so hard? It’s just a question. A simple request. He is going to say yes. Isn’t he? I mean, I’ve written down notes to make sure I can make a compelling argument and everything.
I put the phone down. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. Tricia said she would talk to him. Convince him to let her come over Saturday despite being grounded. I should just trust her. Of course, she’s the reason our sleepover is in danger to begin with, so…Fuck it! I’m calling her Dad. Maybe having both of us talk to him will convince him. It can’t hurt. He doesn’t answer so I leave a voicemail. It only takes him a couple of minutes to call back. That’s surprising. And it’s through Facade? Okay. Answering the call I’m greeted by her Dad’s smiling face. He’s a Bull Beastman, but not a Minotaur. I can’t remember exactly what he is. He must have been working out because he’s covered in sweat and shirtless. I’m not into Beastmen myself, despite everything that’s happened since my birthday, but he is, uhm, in very good shape with well defined muscles. “Fallon. How are you?”“I’m good, Mr Bullock. Uhm, I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time. I just wanted to ask you something. Uhm, Something important.”“This is about your little sleepover this weekend, right?”“Uhm, Y-Yes Sir.” I look down at my notes.Three years of Debate team has prepared me for this. “As you know, Tricia and I have spent the first Saturday of every school year having a sleepover. I know Tricia is grounded but with this being our Senior year and the las-“
“I’ve been
talking
with Tricia about this. She wanted to make a deal with me to allow her to come over.” He nods to someone I can’t see and starts to walk away. I catch a glimpse of Tricia’s brothers crowding around…something? I hear someone moan before Mr Bullock closes a door. That looks a lot like Tricia’s bedroom door! What is going on? There’s a lot of sounds coming from behind it but they’re muffled. “So, I’m glad you called. I’ve been wanting to talk to you as well. See if you’re open to doing something for me. Maybe make amends for how your family slighted me. I mean, I thought we were all friends.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. Our families have been close ever since me and Tricia met in 3rd grade! “Uh, I-I guess so, Mr Bullock. Though I don’t know what we’ve done that makes you feel that way. Are you sure you don’t want to talk to my Dad, or Mom? I’m sure it’s just a simple misunderstanding and not anything deliberate. Uhm, What do you think we did?”His smile is downright predatory. “Well, Fallon, I never received an invitation to your birthday party this year. I was so disappointed as I had been looking forward to this one specifically for a long time.”
Huh? On my last birthday my parents locked me in the basement with a bunch of Beastmen from our church and others we knew and let them…
Sigh, fuck me
as part of some pact with Lilith. I was down there
ALL WEEKEND!
So if Mr Bullock knows about it then…OH! OH FUCK! My stomach drops. “Uhm.” I swallow nervously before clearing my throat. “Uh, W-What exactly c-could I d-do to clear this up, Mr Bullock.”
“Well, Fallon, to be blunt. I’m going to have to fuck you. I know you won’t be able to make it right completely with just one fuck, but it would go a long way to mending bridges between us.” He tilts the phone down revealing his naked body and giant bull cock. “I’ll come over Saturday at say…12? And give you a couple of hours to properly apologize to me for this hurtful snub. I need to feel like you are properly remorseful and doing everything you can to make it right.”What the fuck? He wants to…and the sleepover STILL might not happen!?!? I can’t…I’m not even into Beastmen! I have a boyfriend! I, I mean…sigh, who am I kidding? ”Yes, Mr Bullock. That will be fine. Uhm, everyone else will be at work or out when you come over so it shouldn’t be a problem.”“Let’s be honest, Fallon. It won’t matter if your whole family is there. They can watch me make you my cocksleeve if they want to. As long as I finally get my turn I don’t care. Understand?”“Yes, Mr Bullock. But what about Tricia? Once we’re…done will you let her come over? I mean, Saturday is the day I was hoping she would be able to stay over.”
“I understand. I want that to happen because I know how important this is to you two. Tricia is doing everything she can to make it happen. So, how about this? Since we won’t have a lot of time for you to
convince
me Saturday, uhm, you can just owe me a favor. How’s that? And I’ll cash it in the next time you sleep over at our house. What do you say?”
Lilith’s Tits! Is he serious? I mean…Yeah, of course he’s serious. Look at what he’s convinced you to do already. I already know the answer I’m going to get but I have to ask him anyway. “Uhm, What…So, What exactly would this favor I’m doing you… What would I be doing?”He smiles. “I think it’s better just to show you what kind of favor I need from you.” He opens the door and my mouth drops in shock. That is Tricia’s bedroom! And that’s her bed! And that’s her getting stuffed in every hole by all 5 of her brothers! “See, nothing you haven’t done before. In fact, even counting me it’s a lot less people than you celebrated with on your birthday. So, Fallon, I do you a big favor this weekend and you do me a little one in return in the future. Do we have a deal?”I watch as my best friend moans and writhes in absolute submission to her lust. I can’t believe she’s doing this! That is so fucking hot! Er, terrible! Terrible that her own family would do something so perverted to her. Why would she let them…Okay, I know WHY. Is this why she and Boyd broke up? Without warning I see her brothers slam the full length of their thick bovine dicks into her pussy, ass, and mouth while bellowing and cursing. Their thick loads flow out of her stretched holes while her eyes roll back and a smile spreads across her cum stained lips. Mr Bullock blocks my view before they can pull out. “Well, Fallon? I need an answer. Do we have a deal?”
Fuck Yes!
I mean, I’m not into stuff like this, but if it means my best friend and I can keep our tradition intact? I’m willing to take one, or six, for the cause. I clear my throat, but my voice still cracks when I answer him. “Y-Yeah. I can do…
that.
If that’s a-all you need from me.”
“Okay then. I will see you Saturday at twelve then. Good night, Fallon.” He ends the call, but not before I see him impale Tricia’s pussy on his hard beastcock. The moan she lets out is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. I sit on my bed, thoughts about what Mr Bullock is going to do to me in two days, and what I hope he does to me filling my head. And then him and his sons…Music blasts from my phone making me nearly fall off the bed. I recognize the ringtone, it’s Wayne. I guess I’m lucky? He understands that I don’t fuck non-humans because I’m a huge Beastslut but because of my family’s pact with Lilith. I can’t help it feels sooooo good. “Hey Baby. What’s up?”“I know you have that thing with Tricia this weekend, but my shift don’t start until three, so you want to hang Saturday morning.”“Oh! Uuuuhhmmmm, Wayne. Baby. Uh…”“Some big dicked monster is going to be blowing your back out?”“Kinda.”“Awesome! Think he’ll let me record it? It’s been a couple of weeks since you gave me some new stuff to jerk it to.” My boyfriend, everyone. Loves me. Loves watching me getting raw dogged by non-humans even more. “I don’t know. It might be awkward.”“Why? Wait, is it someone I know?”Deep breath. Pull this bandage off in one go. “It’s Mr Bullock. Tricia’s Dad.” I have to pull the phone away to avoid being deafened by his excitement. “Okay. Calm down.”“Are you kidding me? Bullman fucking his daughter’s best friend? That’s a classic. You know he’s got to have a fucking tree trunk between his legs. You have to get me some pics at least, Babe.”
“I’ll see. Do you want to come over tonight? We could watch a movie.” Please say no. Please Say No! PLEASE SAY NO!
“Can’t.”
YES!
“Working late. Maybe tomorrow night. I gotta go. Breaks over. Love you.”
“Love you, Baby. See you tomorrow.” While looking through my “toy” drawer I happened to notice something through the window. Mr. Faulkner, the Tigerman next door, is working in his backyard. I’m NOT into Beastmen, but even I can appreciate the way his muscles move while he works with that weed eater. Must be hot outside. He’s not wearing a shirt. And I bet those shorts aren’t the only thing that almost hangs to his knees. I don’t think I’ve fulfilled my part of the pact this week, have I? Just to be safe I should probably let Mr Faulkner fuck me. I open the window and call his name. It takes a few minutes but I finally get his attention. I need to be subtle so he doesn’t think I’m a slut.
“Hey, Fallon.” He smiles up at me. “Am I disturbing you with my weed eating?”
“No, Sir. Looks like hard work though.” I peel my shirt off, cupping my breasts and playing with my stiff nipples. “Why don’t you take a little break?” Two minutes later I got his cock in my mouth. Well, most of it. It does almost reach his knees! He’s sweaty but his musky scent is just turning me on even more! His fur is slick against my bare flesh as his rough tongue explores my own wetness. Throwing my head back as the sensations overwhelm me I’m quickly forced back onto his feline cock as he crosses his legs, and pins me between them. He pumps his legs, making my mouth bob up and down on his knobby cock. When he cums he forces me to swallow his whole shaft until his balls finish draining down my throat.
He’s not romantic, and I don’t want him to be. Raw, physical passion pulls us together and drives our actions. The head of his cock is ringed with thick, dull, barbs and a line of similar spurs runs along the top and bottom of the shaft. The feeling of them rubbing against the walls of my pussy is absolutely mind melting. The feel of his fangs on my exposed throat while he ravages me leaves me weak. Nails clawing down his back while my cunt clenches around his thrusting cock. He spills his load inside me, letting loose a growl that leaves me lightheaded and wanting more.
He doesn’t stop at one time either. Descending from passionate sex to rutting like a beast in heat. An apex predator and I am his prey, powerless against his untamed libido. I yield to him completely until his hunger for my body has been satisfied. I lie on the bed, sweat coating my body while he dresses. The light through the window is shading to purple. I reach out and playfully grab his tail. He gives me a smile.“I don’t think you’re going to finish your yard work tonight.” He glances out the window. Slowly he drops his shorts and climbs back into my bed. When he finally leaves the moon is high in the sky and I’m asleep before my bedroom door shuts. I hope Lilith is satisfied with my offering. Especially since I’m not into Beastmen.Tricia picks me up for school the next morning. I’m not sure if she knows about the deal I made with her Dad so the mood in the car is a little awkward. As we’re pulling out of the Mother Cluckers drive thru she clears her throat. “Uhm…FYI, Dad is a shapeshifter. So, don’t be surprised if he busts out a knot or spirals or even multiple dicks on you. Changes into something or someone else.”
My cheeks and ears are burning red. “Uh, O-Okay. So, He-He told you about…
cough, about…
How do you feel about me…”
“Fucking my Dad?” She shrugs. “I do it so I can’t really hold it against you. I’m just worried that it could fuck up you and Wayne if he found out.”“Oh. Yeah, I don’t think Wayne is ever breaking up with me. He has two kinks. One is human women being destroyed by inhuman dicks. And the other is being cucked. Now, considering my family’s pact with Lilith means I can never have sex with a human again? I have, ironically, become his dream woman.” I sip my coffee. “Wait! Is that why you and Boyd broke up? Because of your Dad?”She shakes her head, swallowing her food before answering. “No. He caught me fucking my Uncle Rod. And then getting gangbanged by the rest of my uncles didn’t help our relationship so we called it quits.”I remember meeting her Uncle Rod a few times. I clear my throat. “I can’t blame you for that. Think Rod would fuck me?”“You’re already fucking my Dad and my brothers. Isn’t that enough?”“Never!” We both crack up. “Hey, Wayne wants to know if your Dad would let him record everything Saturday. Think he would mind? Wayne would be the only one who would see it.”
“Dad mentioned something about this being a special moment he wanted to remember, so I’m pretty sure he’s going to record himself doing you anyway.” Her face screws up in thought. “Your family’s pact with Lilith? Is that rumor about your birthday
true?”
“Uh-huh. And your Dad was supposed to be invited as well.” I give her a wicked grin. Her reaction causes me to lose it and we pull into school still laughing. “I…I am so glad you finally know about this, Trish. I haven’t had anyone outside my family to talk to about this and…” I turn away from her. “I don’t know. I was afraid of how you would react if I told you about it.”
She takes my hand in hers. I turn to face her. She’s smiling. “And how do you think I feel? I’ve wanted to tell you since the beginning but…” She shrugs. “Never knew how to politely bring up
Hey, I’ve started fucking my family.”
We both laugh. “You think anyone else is going through something like this?”
“My Mom insists that Dahlia’s family has some kind of daemonic pact because they’re rich.” We start across the parking lot towards the school.
“Fallon, if women in your family can’t be with human men after they’re eighteen, how did your parents get married? Do they have a deal like you and Wayne?”I stop cold. I had never thought about it before. I just shrug and play it off but she’s right. What does this pact mean for my family? Did Mom find a loophole or… NOPE! I am not going down that rabbit hole right now! I have too much on my plate already.The next two days seem to fly by. I see Mr Faulkner, but don’t invite him back up to my room. In fact I don’t screw anyone at all, or even masturbate. I’m horny as hell but that’s exactly the headspace I need to be in for Mr Bullock. I mean it’s not every day you bang your best friend’s Dad so…
The house is empty when I start getting ready. Everyone has either gone to work or had other plans which I thank Lilith for cause I don’t need any distractions today. The doorbell rings so I take one last look at myself in the mirror. I have no idea what fantasies or fetishes he has so I had to just guess at what to wear. Mom let me raid the costume closet at her club to help me out. Considering this is to make up to him for not getting to cum for my birthday, I think I made some good choices. And yes I know I won’t be wearing it long but did you ever think that
maybe
I just want to look sexy for myself?
It’s a tight, hot pink, strapless minidress that’s so low in the front you can see the top of my nipples and so short in the back it’s obvious I’m not wearing panties. A pair of matching Fuck Me, Daddy heels that I’ll put on after I get down the stairs. (Safety First!) Fresh mani pedi I did myself, Thank You. My hair is pulled into twintails and is topped with a cheap, plastic “Birthday Girl!” tiara. My hair has started getting pink in it as well lately. It’s still dark up top but fades into pink as it gets to the tips. It’s a cool ombré look, but I haven’t dyed it! My makeup is a little heavier, sluttier, and glittery than usual and the whole ensemble is completed with a “Finally! I’m Legal!” sash. I look like I belong in a no budget porno asking about the
BIG PRESENT
Daddy promised me in a stilted, squeaky voice. In short? I look perfect!
I pause at the bottom of the stairs long enough to slip on the heels and push my boobs back into the dress before answering the door. Mr Bullock fills the doorway, ducking his head before he’s able to enter the house. A Conway Comets T-shirt strains against his thick torso and the head of his cock hangs below the right leg of his shorts. Slip on boat shoes with no socks to finish the look off. Judging from the smile on his face I’m pretty sure he approves of my appearance.Tricia and Wayne follow him inside, cameras already out. Mr Bullock loved the idea of filming it almost as much as Wayne. Tricia got roped into it because Mr Bullock didn’t want to make two trips over here in one day. “Make sure you both get some pictures of her in that outfit. And try not to get the same shots when we’re banging. We need different angles for variety, and to give Boyd some options when he edits it together.”I strike a few poses, get my boobs and butt out in a few, and do some goofy stuff for a laugh. Then I ask, “Uhm, Since I’m dressed up and they’re filming this… You want to just make it a porno? Y’know, find a box with a hole in it, and I’ll open it and be all…” I put on my best Bimbo voice, “Oh, Daddy! It’s just what I wanted! Uh! Ugh! Why won’t it come out of the box?”
“I’m not here for games, Girl.” He pulls me against him, one hand slipping under my dress to squeeze my ass while the other pulls down my top and starts playing with my nipples. I manage to pull his giant bullcock out of his shorts and slowly stroke it. We kiss, adding fuel to the fire building inside me. A small part of me remembers a time when I wouldn’t even fantasize about non-humans. I loved my human boyfriend. Now, I’m getting ready to fuck my best friends Beastman Dad, while she watches, and my boyfriend films it! It wants me to be ashamed of what I’ve become. In the weeks since my birthday, I’ve learned to ignore it. Mr Bullock’s fingers slip between my legs, finding and penetrating my wet snatch…
“I thought that was your truck outside, Holden!”
FUCK!
My Dad comes through the door with a big grin on his face. He slaps Wayne on the back and waves at Tricia, greeting them both by name. They both reply with awkward nods and greetings. I want to crawl under the couch and die, though not for the reasons you think. My Dad is really, enthusiastically, supportive of his daughters and everything we do. From gymnastics and cheerleading to stripping and sex work. His unending positivity is really killing the mood. Mr Bullock seems completely unfazed by his appearance. “Hey, Bob.”“Wondering when you would get around to my baby girl.” He winks at me. “Your sisters could tell you some kinky stories…”
“DAD!
Why are you here? I thought I had the house to myself this afternoon.”
“Oh, Honey. I forgot my lunch this morning when I went to get my tires rotated.” He makes a goofy face. “Stupid, right? Figured I could swing back by here and get it on my way to the club.” He nods towards Mr Bullock’s cock. “Fallon, this man is a guest in our house. Why does he still have that pearl of precum on his penis?” I lick it off. Mr Bullock groans. Dad smiles. “That’s my girl. It’s a shame you didn’t make it to her birthday.”“I wasn’t invited.”“I thought you said you couldn’t make it. Had some, uh, uh, convention or something in California.”Mr Bullock looks confused for a second, then laughs. “That’s right. I was in Chicago that week. Well, better late than never.” They both laugh. Dad gives me a hug(!) and heads to the kitchen.“Well, let me get out of your way. It was good to see you though. You guys have fun, and Holden? I’ll tell you the same thing I told everyone on her birthday. Don’t think of stopping, until your cock starts flopping.” As soon as the kitchen door shuts we head straight to the basement. It was where I first gave myself over to Lilith’s service, if not entirely willingly, so it’s a no-brainer to bring Mr Bullock down here. There’s beds, toys, devices and more. It’s a pervert’s idea of heaven.I kick off my heels at the top of the stairs. (Again, Safety First!) Once we’re downstairs I lead him over to the bed. Sitting down on it I begin stroking his still hard cock once more. Wayne’s tree trunk comment was prophetic, I can barely get my hand around it. Leaning forward I kiss and suck on his balls before working my way up his shaft. Even taking as much of him as I can into my mouth I’m still able to use both hands to jerk him off. I look up at him, staring into those golden eyes while he watches me suck him off.“You’ve always been like a daughter to me, Fallon. I hope you don’t think that means I’ll take it easy on you though. Tricia will be glad to tell you how it’s worked out for her so far.”
“
Dad!”
Tricia nods towards Wayne. He just glances back and forth between them for a few seconds before he figures it out.
“Nice!” He shakes his head. “I ain’t gonna tell anyone, Tricia. You’re Fallon’s bestie so I won’t do you dirty like that.” He coughs, “But, uh, if you have any pics or vids I wouldn’t say no if you wanted to send them my way, y’know?”
“
Wayne!”
Mr Bullock doesn’t let me say more than that, stuffing his cock back into my mouth and using my twintails as handles to fuck my face.
“I’ll make sure Tricia gives you a copy of everything she records. Starting with getting gangbanged by all her Uncles.”
“DADDY!!”
“
Fuck, Yeah!”
“Tell me, Wayne, why haven’t you broken up with Fallon yet? Boyd dumped Tricia after her first time with Beastdick. Yet here you stand, happily recording me making your girlfriend my cocksleeve. Are you that whipped? Do you really believe you can satisfy her after she’s had something like this?”“Oh, I ain’t done anything but kiss her since her birthday. But I discovered I like being cucked, and the bigger the guy, the more I like it. And if I broke up with her it wouldn’t be the same.” Mr Bullock pulls out, then yanks me to my feet. I’m confused, especially when he shoves me toward Wayne. “Strip her.” Wayne freezes up, looking at me in confusion. Mr Bullock claps his hands together making us both jump. “Chop chop, Simp. You want to see her get railed or what?” Me and Tricia exchange a “What the Fuck?!?” look while Wayne pulls down my dress and goes to remove my sash and tiara. Mr Bullock stops him. “Leave those. It will make the video more interesting. And Fallon? Spin around so he can get a good look at what he’s never getting again.”
I do a slow spin, running my hands over my naked body while giving the camera my naughtiest looks. “I hope you can understand. I love you but,
Beast is Best!”
Wayne is smiling so big I’m surprised his head doesn’t fall off while I stroll seductively towards the bed. Mr Bullock lays there, naked, smiling as I crawl across the footboard. Kissing my way up his muscular calves and thighs until I reach his beefy cock, I put on a show for the cameras. Mr Bullock groans, and cusses, grips the headboard so hard it creaks until he blows his load against the back of my throat. There’s not much that spills out but I clean him like the good slut I am. There is no rest for the wicked though as Mr Bullock climbs out of bed and throws me over his shoulder.
“I feel like we should do some birthday things since you put in the effort with your outfit.” I shoot Tricia a look and she just shrugs. I can’t help but laugh as he flips me around with ease before laying me across a spanking bench. Oh, he cannot be serious. He pins me down with his weight, spreading my arms wide. He orders Wayne to find some restraints and tie me down. I find myself in cuffs, chained to the bench at the wrist and ankles, ass in the air. Mr Bullock checks my bonds. “Good job. So, tradition is one smack for each year, and one to grow on. I think the only question is should it be bare handed or…” I hear a cabinet opening. Oh shit! “One of these lovely toys.” He dangles two paddles in front of me. One is a plain leather paddle with the word “SLUT” stitched onto it in reverse. The other is a split tongue style with little Xs burnt into the leather. “Wayne? What would you like to see your cheating whore of a girlfriend spanked with?”“Uh, it’s my birthday. Shouldn’t it be my choice?” I get muzzled with a bit gag for asking. Wayne chooses the split paddle and Mr Bullock gets to work. The smack of the leather against my ass makes me gasp. The sting of the paddle itself is slightly staggered when it connects. Not by much but I can feel it. They all count along as my cheeks turn red, burning with each new slap from the leather tawse. It hurts, but I love it. For the “one to grow on” Mr Bullock switches to the other paddle and gives me a smack hard enough to leave “SLUT” on my left cheek for a few days.He unhooks me from the bench and walks me back to the bed. It’s a four poster with places to attach my cuffs and anklets. I’m folded like a pretzel. My ankles are up around my ears and my legs are held in place by my arms being cuffed to the bedposts. I’m helpless and fully exposed for whatever Mr Bullock wants to do to me. He rubs his thick cock against my pussy, drawing a throaty groan out of my gagged mouth. He throws a mischievous smile at Tricia.
“Jealous? Do you want Daddy to quit molesting your friend and take you home to
fuck
instead?” I stare at her, silently pleading with her to let him have his way with me. If he doesn’t hurry up and break my cunt with that beef hammer I am going to lose my damn mind! The way he’s teasing me with it is just absolute torture! ( And I would never forgive her!) She shakes her head. Mr Bullock laughs, then stares down at me. “Some friend you got there, Fallon.” He barks Wayne’s name causing him to almost drop the camera.
“Are you okay with this, Simp? Not going to get mad and try to stop me? Not ready to grow a spine and dump this cheating whore?” Mr Bullock slowly slides his cock into my wet pussy staring down Wayne the entire time. With the bit in my mouth I can’t do much more than whimper, and gasp as he sheaths himself fully in me. “Or is it something else? Do you like seeing her broken? Watching her give herself completely to people who don’t love her? Do you see this as a punishment for her infidelity?” Once more he leers down at me. “I don’t think you have been truthful about why you fuck non-humans, Fallon. To anyone.”
Mr Bullock punishes me with his girthy bullcock. He has one of the biggest I’ve ever had, and he does not go easy on me. The bed creaks, and groans beneath us. He grips the headboard tight, adding power to his already explosive thrusts. Wayne mouths “I love you” while standing beside the bed, angling for the best shot of my pussy getting blown out by beast dick. I want to tell him I love him too, but I can’t. My mind is drowning under intense waves of pleasure and body shaking orgasms. Mr Bullock smiles, reveling in my complete submission to his degenerate will. I’m pretty sure this bit has my teeth marks in it permanently at this point. Mr Bullock orders Tricia to remove the gag. She manages to get it out while I howl through another release. I lock eyes with him. “Beg me for it,” he snarls. “In front of your best friend and the
man
you love. Beg!”
“F-Fu-
Oh! Sweet Lilith! FUCK ME! Please!”
He grips my face, ensuring I can’t look away. “Pay attention, you stupid slut. I’m already
fucking you!
Beg me for the privilege of taking my load!”
“O-Oh!
Shit!
C-Cum…CUM IN ME! Please!
PLEASE! Oh, Goddess! Cum in me, Mr Bullock!”
He forcefully slams his dick in to the balls, pulling back then doing it again before I feel the thick, warm, spray of his load in my squirting pussy. Our cries of passion mix together with Wayne’s cheers and Tricia’s gasps of disbelief. We stay locked together, our sweaty bodies aching as we try to catch our breath. I don’t want it to end. He unhooks me, pulling me towards the foot of the bed and shackling me to the bedposts again. I’m standing, head hanging over the end of the bed, arms almost straight out from my shoulders, legs spread wide to expose my dripping pussy and untouched ass to everyone. Mr Bullock runs his hands across my naked body while taunting Wayne and Tricia some more.“Uhm,” Wayne whines, “I, uh, need to leave. I have to be at work in twenty minutes.” I yelp as Mr Bullock’s hand closes hard around my breast. I can’t see Wayne’s face, but I hear his breath catch as Mr Bullock turns his attention to my boyfriend.
“Call out.” Wayne starts to protest but the words die almost immediately. Mr Bullock’s tone leaves no doubt about who is in charge of this situation. “Tell them you’re going to be late, or won’t be there at all. I don’t care. But I’m not done
FUCKING
your
GIRLFRIEND
and until I am done
FUCKING YOUR GIRLFRIEND, you’ll stay here and FILM ME FUCKING YOUR GIRLFRIEND!
Got it?” I hear Wayne call his job and explain he’s having car trouble. Mr Bullock slips a finger in my ass, causing me to tense up. “So, Wayne, what is your favorite thing to see someone like me do to your filthy whore of a girlfriend? Hmm?”
“Uh, I have two things but, I’m not sure you could do either one, uhm, Sir.”“Try me.”
“I love watching her get knotted, especially in the ass. She makes the sexiest face when it happens. A-And when she’s getting double teamed? You know? A fat dick in her pussy and another in her ass at the same time. That’s so fucking hot!”
“And I suppose you think a double knotting is the greatest thing you’ve ever seen?” I hear Wayne laugh nervously. Mr Bullock chuckles, then says, “Okay. Let’s do it.” I’m confused at first, then I remember what Tricia told me about her Dad. He’s not an ordinary Bullman. He’s a shapeshifter! I barely have time to hear Tricia telling her Dad, “That’s too big!”, before he shoves a girthy bull dick into my pussy and my ass
at the same time!
At first they are different lengths. The one in my pussy going much deeper than the one in my ass. But with each stroke the one in my ass gets longer, and longer, until it matches the one in my cunt. He has completely broken me at this point. I want nothing more than to be his cocksleeve. To submit myself to him fully, until I’ve fulfilled his every depraved wish. In between brain melting orgasms I plead for him to breed me like the slut I am. Tell him Wayne will claim it because he’s a spineless cuck. And I tell him all this, and more, in front of the man I love. I tell him this while his daughter, my best friend, watches. He pulls my hair, holding my twintails like reins while he pounds my holes into perfect molds of his perfect cocks.
He yanks them
hard,
pulling my head back and making me squeal. It turns into a throaty scream as he shoves knots the size of his fists into my battered ass and squirting pussy. My belly swells with his hot spunk while I sputter and gasp from the shock of this beastly violation. He unshackles my arms, but I don’t collapse, impaled on his still twitching bullcocks. I’m so fried from orgasmic overload I don’t even hear the reactions of Wayne and Tricia to this. Without warning Mr Bullock shrinks the knots and I faceplant on the bed before sliding boneless and spent to the floor. He easily picks me up and drops me onto the bed.
“That’s a good friend, Tricia. You need to come over here and thank her. Clean her up.” She comes over and helps me stand up. “No. No, Cum Sock. Hand me the camera. Don’t give me that look. Your tongue isn’t broken.” Now, I’m not into women, but…Tricia puts up a great argument to change my mind. Wayne doesn’t leave until she’s done. Mr Bullock left as soon as he was done with me. We don’t talk about what happened. We, uhm, find other things to do with our mouths, and tongues, and fingers, and…You get the idea.
I can’t wait to spend the night at her house.