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A Chapter From In Spades

The other day, I asked y’all what chapter you’d like to see me repost from my books and by far the most asked for chapter was Tyrone’s Leash. Y’all are some dirty motherfuckers ;-) This chapter has just about everything - a gangbang, anal, piss play, leashes and gags...and yes, a dog.

Anyway, for some context, this chapter doesn’t represent most of my life or my writing. I was at a very bad point in my life - close to divorce, no Clarence, doing lots of drugs. I’m not going to say that I didn’t have a good time, but I will say that I was being very self-destructive and acting dangerously. (I’m not posting the last couple of pages because they’re either going to really offend people or really turn them on. For those of you who are turned on - go buy the book!)

So...if you’re down for some really filthy, real life smut, read on...

On Tyrone’s Leash

Kate

David and I had hit this spot where we weren’t even talking, really. I mean, I guess he wanted a divorce. He’d said as much. But nothing was actually happening. It was like neither of us actually had the guts to really do anything. As far as I know, he hadn’t even spoken to a lawyer.

Meanwhile, I’d settled into Phil’s place okay. I thought it was going to be sex central, but it wasn’t like that at all. Phil wasn’t home most of the time, either working or out doing whatever he did. He was kind of private. The exception was his maids. One was a regular maid who came in and cleaned. Nice old lady.

The other maid though was…well, a guy. And, he dressed like a girl..in a maid’s outfit. I was shocked when he came to the door the first time. He turned out to be really sweet. Just this average white guy in his 30s. We talked while he cleaned. He told me that in exchange for cleaning Phil’s house, Phil arranged for his wife to get fucked by a black guy, what he called a ‘bull’, while he watched. The bull would sometimes let him suck on his balls or lick his ass while the bull fucked his wife, but he was never allowed to touch his wife while the bull was in the room. When I asked him what he got out of this situation, he said that he liked feeling the humiliation, the powerlessness. He also said he got real joy out of knowing that his wife was getting sexually satisfied in a way that he couldn’t provide.

It made sense on the surface, but I told him that I could never imagine being in his shoes and being happy about it. Before he left, he asked if he could lick the bottom of my shoes. I did a total double take, but I let him. He got hard from doing it, then he thanked me and left. He came back once a week and cleaned whether or not things needed cleaning and I always let him lick my shoes. It really seemed to make him happy.

I hadn’t heard much from Wes. We hooked up a few times and fucked, but he seemed pretty preoccupied. I also hadn’t brought up the video of my daughter with him yet. The timing never seemed right and I also feared what he might have to tell me. I met up with Dairy once and we ended up fucking in his car which was hot. I also saw Monroe two more times. Both times he punished the hell out of my ass. That man was a terror.

Phil really wanted to shoot a gangbang with me and he said he’d had a few problems organizing the whole thing. Apparently it was hard to find the right guys and match up everyone’s schedule. Finally though, he said it was all ready to go in just a few days. He said that it was going to be here in the house and that I should be all cleaned up and pretty and ready to go by noon that day. He said there would be three guys, including Leo, who I’d met back a few weeks ago at the motel with Phil, and two guys that I’d met at Monroe’s party. He said it would be just me and the guys, that he’d film and that there would be sort of a light BDSM aspect to the whole thing, kind of a ‘slave girl’ scenario. Leo would sort of be ‘in charge’. Then he asked me if I had any limits.

I shrugged. Limits? I laughed and said something like, “Nothing that will land me in the hospital, how about that?” It sounded good at the time. It certainly seemed to please Phil. The day rolled around and I got up, had breakfast and then spent the morning getting myself all cleaned up and ready. I shaved my pussy and everywhere else that needed it. I gave myself a little mani-pedi, touched up my hair, which I’d changed back to black.

When I was all ready, I slipped on a robe and found Phil on the back porch. He made us a couple of drinks and we lit up a joint and shared it. There was a knock on the front door and Phil smiled. “Go put on those black stilettos you got.”

I went to my room and put the shoes on while I heard Phil and whoever was at the door go to his room. I got my shoes on and went to Phil's room, wearing just the robe otherwise. Phil had me come in and there was a guy there I’d definitely never seen before. He was husky, tall, wearing a long black trench coat and had a duffel bag with him. His head, beard and arms all seemed to be groomed to the exact same short length. He was wearing black pants and heavy black boots.

“Who’s this?” I smiled at him.

“Leo ain’t comin’. This is Tyrone. He’s gonna run things today.”

He shook my hand politely and smiled at me, but there was something about him that gave me a little nervous ball in my stomach. Phil said he was pretty much ready and that we could get started as soon as we were all set. Tyrone took some stuff out of the duffel bag, including some wrist and ankle cuffs. I immediately thought of Clarence. Tyrone stepped up to me and took my robe off. He was so forward about it, as though he was taking his own jacket off or something. It was a little disarming, but I found myself sort of responding to his authority.

He looked me over and then fastened the ankle and wrist cuffs to me slowly. Then the put a small collar around my neck and then put a ball gag into my mouth. He fastened the two wrist cuffs together behind my back and then said to Phil, “We all good.”

Phil came in with the camera and aimed it me starting at my shoes and working his way up. Tyrone spoke up and said, “Alright, y’all. Today we here with Kate. This girl is straight up nasty. We gonna give her all she can handle and more today.” He hooked a small leash to the collar and said, “First though, we gotta clean her ass up.”

Tyrone led me into the bathroom by the leash, Phil right behind us. He had me stand in the tub. “Get down on your knees, bitch.” I knelt down in the tub and then he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me forward. I still had my hands cuffed behind my back so I couldn’t really stop myself from falling forward. Thankfully, Tyrone caught my shoulders. Now my face was resting on the tub near the drain and my ass was up in the air.

He stood up and I heard him moving around and then water running. A minute later he came back with an enema bag. It was clear plastic and had a long blue tube. He pulled a cap off of the end and fiddled with a little plastic cut off valve. Phil was hovering over both us, trying to get the best camera angles.

One hand spread my cheeks and I bit down on the ball gag as he pushed the tube straight up my ass. It had a little lube on the end and it slipped right in. I felt him push it forward and snake it up into me. It was hard to tell how far he went but it was at least eight or ten inches. Then he moved the valve so that the water flowed and I felt it’s heat deep up in me. Tyrone smacked my ass, not really hard, just enough to make me moan a bit. He smacked the other cheek and then let his hand drift down to my pussy. He squeezed it, rubbing his big calloused middle finger over my clit. I moaned again. He went back to slapping my ass lightly as I watched the water in the enema dip lower and lower. Almost two thirds of the bag was in me now and I was already feeling incredibly full and swollen.

When the bag finally emptied, he slipped the tube out of me and said, “Gotta get our little pigs ass clean, don’t we?” I attempted to say ‘yes, Sir’ through the gag, but didn’t really do anything but mumble. Tyrone kept me there for a few minutes and despite having my ass in the air and gravity in my favor, I could feel tremendous pressure building up in me. That water wanted out. I tried to mumble something to that effect and Tyrone said, “Yeah, little piggy needs to shit don’t she? Well, you better keep that ass shut tight till I say otherwise. It comes spraying out now, it’s gonna run right down to your face.”

I heard Phil moving around and doing something, but with my face at the bottom of the tub, I couldn’t really see what. I was having to focus entirely on not letting go of my bowels after a few minutes. Tyrone said, “Okay, you’re gonna stand up, step out of the tub. I’ma lead you over to a wide bucket. You’re gonna squat and let all that go. While you’re doing it, you’re gonna rub that little clit and tell the camera what a filthy little pig you are. Understand?”

I nodded. He unhooked my hands and helped me to my feet. I stepped gingerly out of the tub, still in my heels. Phil had cleared away the bath mats and put down a large, wide bucket. Tyrone had me face the camera and then slowly pushed my shoulders down so that I was squatting over it, legs spread. I put my hands on my knees for support and he took the gag out. Phil was aiming the camera at me.

“Go ahead, pig.” Tyrone said standing behind me and to one side. I took a deep breath. I didn’t even have to push, just let go. It started rushing out of me in a hot spray. I realized that this was the closest I’d ever been to taking a shit in front of another person. It was horribly humiliating and strangely liberating at the same time. I looked into the camera. “I’m a fucking nasty little pig. I’m a dirty filthy bitch.” I stopped for a second as another rush of water sprayed out out me. I could hear and feel other stuff too.

“Now that my pig ass is getting cleaned out, I’m going to do anything and everything I’m told to.” I reached down and rubbed my clit with one hand and found that I was actually a little wet, which surprised me. It went on for a few more minutes. Finally, when the water was mostly gone, Phil stopped filming and Tyrone told me that I had ten minutes to clean up and finish getting whatever else was in me, out.

While I was alone in the bathroom, I had a moment of clarity come over me. It was strange. I had this feeling that I wasn’t just driving toward a cliff and about to go over, I was actually hitting the gas and grinning as I went. It was kind of a madness almost. I didn’t like the feeling and decided I wanted it gone. When I came out, Phil and Tyrone were talking and I said to Phil, “Do we have some more weed…or…I don’t know, something stronger?” He nodded and came back a few seconds later with a tiny white pill that looked like baby aspirin.

“MDMA, ecstasy,” Phil said when he saw my look. “It’ll put you in a good place. Half hour.” I shrugged. I’d never done it before, unless some was hidden in Wes’s joints, but I didn’t think so. I popped it in my mouth. We all left Phil’s room and went down to another guest bedroom. Phil had stripped this one down, pulling out all the nice art and everything that made it seemed ‘lived in’. Now it was just a room, with a bed and a metal frame. There was a plastic sheet folded up in the corner and the bed had nothing but a fitted cover.

Tyrone laid me down on the bed, refastened my gag and started attaching long thin chains to my wrist and ankle cuffs and then attaching the chains to the bed with little metal spring clips. I was on my back in a loose X, able to move a little in all directions, but not able to fully close my legs or bring my arms down closer than my face at best. Once the last clip went on and I realized how powerless I was, I had a moment of panic. I really wanted that ecstasy to kick in.

Phil started shooting again and Tyrone got out his bag. I had no idea what was going to go down next. I think I’d steeled myself for a whipping or something. Instead, he pulled out a dildo, a rather small thin one actually. “Spread your legs, pig.” I thought that if this was all he had going, it was going to be an easy day. I spread my legs wider for him and he pushed the slim black toy into my pussy. It was cold, but I was wet enough that it went in pretty easily. He worked it back and forth and around in circles for a few minutes, occasionally brushing my clit with his big thumb. I moaned a little through the gag.

Then he pulled it out, reached down and brought back a bottle of lube. He put a heavy dollop on the end of the dildo and then said, “Show me that asshole, pig.” I arched my hips up and he pushed it up against my anus, taking a moment to rub the lube around a little. Then he slid it forward, very slowly and smoothly all the way up my ass. I sucked in a long breath of air through my nose as I felt it fill up my freshly cleaned backdoor.

“Lower your ass back down, pig. Keep that fucker in there. Don’t let it come out.” Tyrone turned away again and when he came back, he had a larger dildo. It wasn’t massive, but it was probably six inches in length and had a decent girth to it. He slowly worked it into my pussy and when it was all the way in he said, “Grind on em, Pig. I want to see you work that shit.” I rotated my hips around in slow circles as he pumped the dildo in and out of my pussy slowly. My ass was giving me just enough movement to make the toy feel wonderful slipping slightly in and out of me.

After I’d gotten into a groove, he slowly pulled the toy out of my pussy. Then he reached down and pulled the toy from my ass. He took the toy that had been in my pussy, added another glob of lube and pushed it up against my ass. “Take it pig. Make that ass work.” I pushed down on my hips and it slid up there, this time, filling me up quite a bit more. I let out a long low moan through the ball gag.

He put the small toy away and came back with a really fat black dildo. It was the biggest I’d seen. It had to be at least ten inches long and more than six inches around. It was made to look like a real black man’s dick. “I know your pig pussy wants this.” He began to work it into me in slow, easy, circular movements. I could feel pressure between the toy in my ass and this one. It felt really good. Oh so slowly, my pussy took the dildo. I began to flash back to all the really big cocks that had been in me and how wonderful it feels to be that full and impaled.

When it was almost all in, I began to wonder if he was going to try to fit this one in my ass. It scared me and turned me on at the same time. Instead though, he said, “Now we gonna bring in the niggas you gonna service.” Phil turned to the door and left. It was a good five minutes before he came back. In the meantime, Tyrone just kept working the toy in and out of me. That’s when it hit me that things felt…off. It was the MDMA. There was this slow feeling of lightness creeping over me. Everything seemed in sharper focus and the sensations in my ass and pussy started becoming huge, almost overwhelming.

I realized I’d closed my eyes and was drifting off into Tyrone fucking me with the toys. I opened my eyes and Phil was walking back in with a group of guys. Holy fuck, there were four of them and they were all black and beautiful. Tyrone saw the look in my eyes. “That’s right. You gonna take all this nigga dick. We gonna fuck the shit out of you.” I swear, even with the ball gag in, I was grinning.

Tyrone unhooked me from the chains that had me tied to the bed and told me to sit up, taking my gag out. The other guys were all somewhere between their mid 20s to mid 30s. They were all still dressed, one in shorts, one in sweats and two in baggy jeans. Only two of them were wearing shirts. One had shoulder length cornrows, two were bald, one had an afro with a pic in it. The two guys who didn’t have shirts on had a ton of tattoos over their chests and arms. They all had beers and were staring at me with lust in their eyes. Two of them were playing with their cocks through their pants.

One of them, the youngest looking one said, “Damn, dude. She old enough to be my mom.”

I smiled and said, “Bring that cock over here. You won’t complain.”

He strode around the side of the bed, all full of attitude. He undid his jeans and pulled his boxers down enough to pull his cock out. “Get to work, bitch.” I scooted over on my knees. He was unshaven and uncut. I reached down and grabbed his balls and cupped them while I let my lips slip over his cock. I let it slide all the way back, taking every inch of him into my mouth and holding it there.

“Hooo! This bitch means business!” One of the other guys called out. Another guy stepped up and pulled his cock out. He was cut and long and almost half way hard. I reached out and stroked him while continuing to work my mouth on the first guy. Tyrone spoke up. “She’s down for it all. Go to town!” One of the other guys moved around behind me and I felt his hand slip between my legs. Two of his fingers slipped easily into my wet and stretched cunt. A few seconds later, his pants were off and he was on his knees behind me, stroking his cock and slapping it on my ass. The young guy I was giving head to was getting hard and he took my hair in his hand, holding my head in place while he fucked my mouth. I opened up wide and let him do his thing. I could feel my eyes watering as I tried not to gag on him.

Then the other guy slipped into me and I fell forward onto both hands, my face dropping to the bed. The wave of pleasure that ran through me was incredible. With the toys out of me, it felt so good to have a warm, hard man inside. “Ohh fuck,” was all I could manage. There were these amazing electric tingles running up my back and between my legs.

“Told you she liked the dick,” Tyrone said. The guy fucking me started pounding into me and I tried to go back to giving head, but I could barely focus, so I wasn’t doing much more than opening my mouth and getting spit everywhere.

One of the other guys, the one with the cornrows walked up and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face up to him. “You need a drink, baby.” He put his can to my lips and tipped back. I felt his not-so-cold beer fill my mouth and I gulped. He kept pouring and pouring. I kept swallowing as fast as I could, but soon it was spilling out of my mouth and down my neck and tits. When he was done, he leaned in and ran his tongue over my lips, not really kissing me, more like licking me. Then he spit into my mouth. “You like that, baby?” I nodded and opened my mouth. The guy I’d been giving head to spit in my mouth and then the other guy spit again.

“Give me another cock,” I said with a mouth full of spit and beer dribbling out of me. The guy with the cornrows began taking turns with the young guy, each of them fucking my mouth for just a few seconds and then switching.

Behind me, the guy was slamming into me, his hands around my waist. He was talking dirty, saying nasty shit to me, but honestly, I was in so many directions at once, I wasn’t really hearing him. Then he pulled out and the fourth guy stepped in. He went for my ass. I was scared for just a moment since I didn’t think he’d put any lube on, but I was still so stretched and lubed from the toys that he slipped right in. Within a few seconds, he managed to work his entire cock into my backdoor. He started doing these long slow strokes, where he’d almost pull out of me and then slide all the way back in up to his balls. After about the fourth time, I took a second and said, “Don’t fucking tease me with it. Fuck my ass like you hate me.” Everyone laughed and the guy got up on his feet, staying in my ass and began just hammering into me.

I’m not sure how long we went like that, but what stopped us for a few was me puking. All that beer and the constant gagging on their dicks took its toll and beer came up all over the bed and the floor. Once I’d recovered a bit and Phil took a second to wipe the majority of the mess away with some towels, Tyrone had me straddle the guy who’d been fucking my ass. The moment he slipped into my pussy, I knew I was going to orgasm soon. Or at least I thought I would. As it turned out, the MDMA kind of held me back from a full on orgasm. I ended up having a bunch of little mini-orgasms though.

Anyway, once I was straddling the one guy, I went back to giving head to Young Guy and Cornrows. We were facing the side of the bed so that I could get to the guys standing there. Then I heard Tyrone behind me and it occurred to me what was going down. He was going to fuck my ass while the other guy was in my pussy. Before I even moved my mouth away from Cornrows to react, I felt him mount up behind me and his cock slide right up into my guts. I almost bit Cornrow’s dick off it was so intense. My head dropped to the neck of the guy below me and Tyrone was up behind me just pummeling my ass. Thankfully, he didn’t take long to cum and I really liked hearing him get off inside me. Nothing makes you feel better after some rough anal sex than hearing a guy cum. It makes it all worth it.

He pulled out of me slowly a minute later. I was still doing a slow grind on the guy below me. Suddenly, Young Guy was in my ass. “Damn. She all stretched out. Never had a bitch take my whole dick before.” Again, he didn’t last long either. I felt him cum up inside me and I cooed a little in happiness. Then the third guy was in me and he came too. He took a little longer and he was bigger. By the time he was finished, I was deep in some kind of weird zone. The combination of the drugs, booze, and punishing sex had put me into a kind of daze.

Tyrone had the guy below me slip out while he kept me carefully positioned with my ass high in the air. The guy who’d been under me got out and behind me and then slipped in to my ass. I was startled by how loose and stretched my ass had become. His cock slipped all the way into me without so much as a hint of friction. The last guy came in me and we all took a breather, although Tyrone kept me in that same position, my ass in the air. Then they carefully got me off the bed and he said, “Squat over this and push out all that skeet.”

I looked down and they’d set up what looked like a pie pan on the floor. My legs were a bit wobbly and two of the guys had to kind of hold me. It only took a minute before gobs of cum were coming out of my backdoor. I wasn’t really feeling shy any longer. Tyrone put me on my knees then, two of the guys still holding my arms. Tyrone tipped my head back a little and held the pie tin up toward my mouth. “I want you to beg for it. Beg for this cum. Don’t swallow a drop though. Just let it roll around in your mouth. Taste it.”

“Please, please! I want that cum. I want it in my mouth!” He tipped the pie plate back and it oozed onto my tongue.

“Take it, slut. Eat that black cum. You want cause it’s been up in your ass, you dirty slut.” Truth was, he was right. It was filthy, it was gross, and that just made me want it more. “Keep it in your mouth.” Tyrone brought a wide mouthed glass around and said, “Spit.” I spit the big mouth full of cum back into the glass. Combined with my spit, there was so much that it was running down my chin and I had to scoop with my fingers. Then Tyrone added, “Scrape the plate too. Get every fucking drop into that glass.”

I used my fingers and scraped the pie tin clean. It was amazing how different guys could taste. How they had different viscosities and thicknesses. I somehow pictured all of their sperm together in that glass, fighting each other. I tried to pick out the different shades of white and clear and guess who’s semen went with who.

They got me back on the bed and laid me on my back, my head towards the headboard. Then two of the guys, at Tyrone’s instruction, lifted my ankles up and over toward my head. I’m not super flexible so, it took some doing and the guys had to hold my ankles. The other two guys were holding my wrists down at my sides. Tyrone pulled out a clear plastic speculum from his bag and got on the bed next to me. He slipped the speculum into my vagina easily and began to expand it. He went slowly, clicking it open one notch at a time and I felt the inner walls of vagina slowly stretching open. When he finally stopped there was an immense amount of pressure and tightness. I was scared to see how open I was.

Phil was right up next to the bed, camera close to me. Tyrone brought up a white funnel. It looked like something you’d use to put oil in your car. He held it right over my upturned pussy and began to pour the glass of cum and spit right down into the funnel. I watched in fascination as it ran thickly and slowly down through the funnel and came out in a long thick stream and dripped straight down to my cervix. It just kept going and going in one heavy string, punctuated by thick globs.

When it was finally finished, Tyrone slowly eased the speculum to a narrower position and then slipped it out of me. He turned to the camera, a hand on my ass and said, “Just what every white girl deserves, a pussy full of black men’s cum.” They held me there like that for a few minutes, my ankles over my head. I was still in a blissful daze. There was part of me that was thinking, “Wow. That was fucking insane.” There was another, larger, part though that didn’t want things to end. Turns out, they weren’t finished with me.

Somewhere deep in my head, past the MDMA that was still keeping me on a pleasant cloud, there was a little tiny voice that said that what I was doing was unsustainable, it had to end, and when it did, I’d crash hard. Every party has to end. There’s always the hangover and the cleanup, sooner or later. But I didn’t want to acknowledge that yet. I wanted to stay on my cloud.

The guy’s had all gotten off, I’d had a ton of little mini-orgasms. I thought Phil and Tyrone might wrap things up. But thankfully, they had more in store for me. Tyrone pulled me roughly off the bed and dragged me by my hair back toward the bathroom. Phil kept up with the camera and the other guys followed. He was pulling enough that it hurt, but between the ecstasy and the endorphins it was more of a distant remote hurt. I heard myself squealing and screaming at the pain, but it felt showy. It didn’t really hurt much at all.

He pulled me into the bathroom and pushed me to the floor in front of the toilet with my back to it. I went down on my knees and then all the way down so that my ass hit the floor. Tyrone came around the far side and pulled my head back by the hair. As my ass hit the floor, I could feel cum oozing out of me. A little shiver of pleasure ran through me when I thought about how many guys that represented. Phil had moved all the way around by Tyrone. I’d gotten used to the camera now and mostly just pretended he wasn’t there. Tyrone looked up at the other guys coming in and said, “Piss all over this slut’s face.”

The guys laughed but realized Tyrone wasn’t kidding. Only one of them seemed eager. He stepped forward, his dick still not entirely flaccid. I could see cum and my vaginal juices drying on it. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes and wagged his dick in front of me. He was having a hard time getting it going. “Open wide, slut,” Tyrone said. He moved his hand away and stepped back from me. I kept my head tilted back over the toilet, my mouth open. A stream finally dribbled out, running down my chest and then picking up strength and moving to my face.

“Ohh yeah,” the guy mumbled in relief. His warm salty piss splashed all over my face and into my mouth and once he was going, he moved closer to my mouth and filled it. I didn’t swallow, but instead let it splash out and run down my mouth, my neck. Some ran into the toilet, but a lot of it was just splashing everywhere. I was surprised by how hot and salty it was. Tyrone had me turn and move around so that my face was turned to the side so that the excess piss would fall into the toilet. Now the other guys were getting into it and they all took turns pissing on my face. By the end, my face, hair and chest were soaked in piss.

As they finished, they left the room and soon it was just Phil and Tyrone and I. When Tyrone stood me up there were two puddles of cum on the floor I’d left. “Slut’s don’t spill,” Tyrone said unhappily. “Clean that up, slut.” He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my face to the floor, my nose going right into the puddle of juices on the floor. “Eat it!” I lapped at it. Cold cum isn’t very good and I thought about how completely unsanitary it was to lick a floor by a toilet. Of course, in my current state of mind, it just made me lick it and suck it up faster. As long as I could keep holding the attention of these men, my high would last.

When I finished licking the cum off the floor, Tyrone told me to get in the shower and rinse off. Thankfully, he let me take off shoes. I didn’t want to think about trying to stand in stilettos in the shower with the water running. That would be an instant trip to the hospital. When I’d rinsed and dried myself, Tyrone led me back into the bedroom. He put me back on the bed and refastened my cuffs so that I was face down. I had just enough slack to kind of get up on my hands and knees if I wanted to. There was some discussion going on between Phil and Tyrone and they went into the hall and left me alone.

It sounded like the other guys were all in the living room now. It gave me a chance to sort of take stock of my body. While I felt great, I knew there was going to be tearing in my ass. Even with all of the lube and toys that stretched me out, having five guys back there was going to have a cost. My knees and hips were sore too and I could feel a heat in my thighs that told me I was going to have some sore muscles the next next day. My jaw hurt from all the cock sucking and my chest hurt a little from all the gagging and throwing up I’d done.

But most of all, I felt this weird mix of emptiness and fullness. It’s hard to explain. Every inch of my body felt alive and used and sexualized and tired and wonderful. What I was doing isn’t for everyone and I’m not even sure if I could do it again, but at that time and at that place, it was wonderful and perfect.

Phil came back in a minute later and asked if I wanted some water, which, as it turns out, I wanted a ton of. I went through an entire bottled water in about ten minutes. There was some quiet outside and I felt like something was going on. After I’d finished the water, Phil gave me a hit off of a joint and then squatted down beside me so that we were face to face. “How are you doing?” He had a strange look in his eye.

“I’m good! Gonna be sore tomorrow, but I’m really good.”

“What you think about taking this up a level?”

I grinned. “I’ll do it!”

He smiled and then said something I never expected him to say. “Would you fuck a dog?”

At first, I thought he was using the word ‘dog’, like ‘dawg’, like a person. It took me a minute and I had to repeat it back to him. “You want me to fuck a dog?” Phil nodded, not really smiling any longer. I think he was trying to make sure that I was fully understanding what he was asking me. My brain was whirling a bit. A dog? A weird mental picture of a Chihuahua humping my leg came into my head.

I was having a real problem trying to find a reason to either answer yes or no. I couldn’t seem to grasp any point of reference for this and it was disorienting. It was something that didn’t really fit into my ethics in a neat way. Finally, I sort of just gave a shrug. “Okay..?” It was the best I could do. It didn’t seem to make any sense in my head.

Phil left me and a couple of minutes later, I heard the jangling of a leash. Hilariously, for a moment, I thought Tyrone was bringing in another woman. Then I heard the panting and the click of his paws on the wooden floor. He was a big rottweiler. He had the typical brown and black patterned fur, a wide black leather collar, his muscles rippled under his coat. He seemed alert, looking up and around, from Tyrone to Phil to me, his mouth shiny with slobber. Phil took the leash and Tyrone hooked me back up to the bed so that I could either lay flat on my stomach or get up on to all fours.

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