Originally posted aug 28th, 2012
So my need to be made a bitch of and to be fucked and filled with cock does not diminish.
But my wish to be have these things happen to me on the happy end of canine cock is a fetish that ebs and wanes over the months and years.
You can never be quite sure what triggers it. It may be I saw a large dog in some kind of movie or television show. It may be that something reminded me of the bestual nature of animals and their wonderfully simple way of getting things done in the service of procreation. It may be that someone on the tram sat next to me with a dog with balls the size of grapefruits. Or my gigabytes of relevant material being under easy reach. In any case, sometimes, all of a sudden, that desire stirs.
Beastforum is where I got lucky once, and I am guessing I am not alone in this. These days the Netherlands has its own sub-forum and even a webcam-enabled chatroom. Over the years I have many times browsed the infamous “The Netherlands” Dutch Directory thread. Time and time again, and for just about every single male posting in that tread, the same pattern repeats over and over. ‘ Single male, wants to fucked by dog, no access to animals.’ If you thought, and you will have to trust me on this also, that the ratio of single male submissives to dominant single females was skewed, then the evidence of this thread and the many others like it on beastforum, raises the concept of unfairness to a level of sheer cruelty.
Sure, there are people with access to animals. Large ones even. In countries with large rural presence especially. But for some reason the Netherlands does not lend itself well it seems to people willing to take the risk or to be the friendly neighbour that is required to give people opportunities. Even discreetly offering money would not shift the rock, as it were. The Dutch are pretty untrusting of strangers is my experience, and matters have not been helped by Bestiality becoming officially illegal here in 2010. When people can be persuaded, strings are usually attached. Couples with dogs looking for other couples, or woman. Always woman. Ahh to be born a woman.. woman seem to be trustworthy by definition. I suppose it is not unsurprising. Both men and woman in these communities are extremely aware of the vulnerable position woman are in when they expose themselves to sexual risks. In the dark corners of sexual fetishism, woman are frequently at risk and exploited. Its almost as if the communities, who often consist mostly of men, are compensating for this fact by giving woman automatic free passes, sometimes literally, to BDSM parties and the like. This is reflected also on Beastforum. The woman brave enough to post openly about their sexual exploits open themselves to a storm of probably unwanted attention. The people that wish to give women access to animals, either for their own gratification or for the other, go out of their way to make woman feel comfortable and safe. If you see animal access being offered, the assumption is that as a single male, you are most likely not going to be served.
Over the 6 years that Dutch thread has existed, it has been exceedingly rare to see access to animals freely offered by owners at all. Of perhaps the 4 times it has been posted in that thread, I managed to make use of one opportunity, which I have previously blogged about. Over the years that followed, it only struck home to be more powerfully how utterly rare it is to have the opportunity at all for a single male like myself.
This remained my only experience. Until last weekend.
Coming back to that forum after a year of absence, it was apparent that while the netherlands now had its own sub-forum, most of the threads were not receiving many updates. More of the same posts, lots of asking, no one offering. Except for 2 people. A woman, offering access to a dog, for sale or use, and access to horses. And a guy, offering the same dog for use, an American Staffordshire Terrier. Suspicions were obviously raised immediately. Where these people fakers? Was one of them? Where they trying to outdo each other or brings the others reputation into disrepute? I was not the only one with these concerns. I thread was already in place asking the same questions. The explanation was of course quite simple. The man has bought the dog from the woman with the horses, only a few weeks previously. But what was the most interesting part of that thread where several people, long-time posters on Beastforum, positively recommending this guy. Between the lines you could read they were speaking from experience. I decided the test this and messages several of them. I also made my first enquiry to the guy, asking if he really was not biased against people like myself taking him up on the offer.
All reactions I got back where positive. I was still extremely skeptical. Like I said, this kind of offer just does not get made. There has to be some kind of catch?
I started up a dialog with him, it turned out he was often in the Beastforum chat. webcams were turned on almost immediately. This is the acid test to root out the fakers. The key was of course seeing the dog, that was not a problem as it turned out. At that moment my hopes started to rise. This was now looking like an actual possibility. A real opportunity, after all these years!
It was hard to get a feeling for the guy, he answered in short sentences, never really volunteering much information. It was short, to the point, almost perfunctory. Was he just being careful? Was he shy? It made me nervous. I allowed for the possibility that he was simply shy and not very chatty. But being able to trust this man relied on my sense of getting to know him, and this was not very easy over chat it seemed.
I am naturally skittish of strangers. I don’t like meeting new people, I don’t like talking on the phone. I knew however that this was the kind of guy you could only get to know by meeting.
We discussed when we where going to do this. I needed time to think it over, but I did not want to sound hesitant. I skipped a weekend and offered the weekend after. He was a little surprised but accepted it. We agreed to speak again as the day neared.
In those two weeks it was hard to put it out of my mind. As the day approached I became increasingly nervous. Was this real? Was it some kind of police trap or attempt at blackmail? Could I trust him and the people that were vouching for him. I spoke with my confidant about my doubts. She agree with me that there were plenty of positive signs. As I looked into posting histories of the various people involved I became more convinced this was genuine. I was ready to commit. On the thursday before our meet we exchanged contact details. I briefly considered buying a new one-use phone or simcard. But my lazyness got the better of me.
Two and a half hours of travel, to a picturesque corner of the Netherlands I had never been to. A smaller town, steeped in maritime tradition. Before I got on the bus, I knew I should give the guy a call. I was so nervous I could hardly do it. I tried to sound confident as I informed him I was half an hour away. Somewhat to my relief, he sounded as nervous as I did. Not that he said much.
After getting off the buss, he guided me round the corner by phone and there he was. We shook hands, he invited me in. It struck me how much trust it must take to invite someone into your home. He knew nothing about me, not my real name, not where I lived exactly. Having said that, I was now in his environment. But his friendliness and calmness was quickly apparent. This was not a dominant man, this was someone like me. Calm, friendly, a little introverted. He offered me a drink, I took a coffee, and introduced myself to the whirlwind of tail-wagging excitement at my legs, a beautiful brown terrier, named Pluto. He came up to just above my knee. He was excited and very welcoming, licking my hand, jumping up at me. Quite a young dog still, obviously very eager to meet and greet. I wondered immediately if this would translate to his eagerness in making me his bitch. The stirring of my loins signalled the first sign of excitement on my part. I realised that the days leading up to this, I had been far too preoccupied with my nervousness. As this wonderful animal was now in touching distance, the reality of what was going to happen was setting in.
There are two kinds of sexual arousal I have found. The most common one, the superficial one, is what we get when watching porn, or casually speaking of sex. Its the physical reaction. The one that starts with a boner. This is 90% of arousal.
But there is another kind. A kind that works differently somehow. Its more emotional, more visceral somehow. Its the kind of arousal that suddenly strikes you, makes you dizzy for just a split second. You feel a deep yearning, a very fundamental longing inside you. It does not happen often. It happens when you are struck by an idea, a concept, a scenario, or a situation. It may or may not be a novel thought, but it strikes like a bolt. With me, that moment can keep me going all day. It doesn’t give me an erection, but I will often find my underpants soaked with precum nonetheless. The turn-on of the mind. When you watch a lot of amateur porn, you see this kind of thing. Guys taking it up the ass, leaking precum like mad, but often no erection. Thats the kind of sexual experience that is rare, and its deeply fulfilling.
We talked. About half an hour. We got to know each other a bit. He explained patiently how important it was for him that people were relaxed, and knew they where under no obligation or pressure. This moment was for them. He told me he had people come over that had no previous experience, who were also very nervous. He told me about fakers, people who cancelled at the last moment. I assured him I was not planning to back out now, having come so far. It was still nervous, and self-conscious. I was going to get naked, in front of a stranger. Those of you who know me know I am nervous about my weight. It was reassuring to see he was of a similar composure, though at no time did he undress. His calmness and passiveness was very reassuring. It made you feel safe. He was doing this for one reason: to please his dog. He took a deep satisfaction in seeing his dog being able to do what came to it most naturally. He described how he could tell and see the dog was having a good time. It almost grinned somehow.
After running out of immediate conversational topics, I decided to go for it. I had brought my camera and he offered to film. This time it was I who suggested it. The previous time I had been hesitant, and I regretted that. This time I was going to capture every moment. We set up the camera on his living room table. He placed a tower down on the floor to catch any messiness. I started to undress. The dog was trained. He knew what the idea was once he saw a human start to undress in front of him. That eagerness came full on. He started to hump at me before I was even out of my pants. I had brought some lube with me, based on my experience previously with the Rottweiler this seemed like a good tactic. Another new feature on my part was that I was now shaved. I had started to this several months previously, on the insistence of a dominatrix I had met on Fetlife. I realised this would also work well for this occasion. As I was naked and still standing, he was jumping up at me, and I felt his claws for the first time. Initially I thought that might not be too much of a problem, but the guy offered to put some shoes on him. he convinced me that perhaps it was better to be safe than sorry, so I obliged.
He started to lick me. Started to make me hard. He started ignoring the instructions of his master, so I led him over to the couch so his doggy shoes could be put on him. In the meantime I checked if the camera was still recording. This took a few minutes. The dog was eager and so was I, but there was still some hesitation on my part. I knew that once I was down on all fours, he would go for it. I wondered if I was ready.
he circled me, licking my dick, licking my ass, turning me on more. He wanted me down, he knew I wanted it too. Tail wagging. I crouched down over the towel and he immediately mounted me. It was immediately obvious that we were a good match in height. I could feel his hard little dick poking at my ass, already almost on target. I asked the guy if I needed to move up or down. He got down, licked himself, then liked my ass, lubing me up a bit, as if he wanted to make sure we were both prepared. He reared up again and went for it. I wound it hard to relax. And that meant my sphincter was not relaxed either. Neither was I warmed up or stretched or anything. This did not discourage him of course. He tries several times unsuccessfully, dismounted, walked around, licked my face playfully as if to reassure me. Round back again, licked my ass, thrust up and a few seconds later i felt myself stretch around his cock. It hurt. It was powerful. My anus had no choice but to open up to it. I gasped. he welt wild and started pumping at me, his back paws sliding on the floor making a fast tapping sound as he tried to gain leverage. He was a piston. I moaned and called out. It caught me unprepared somehow. I wasn’t really enjoying it physically, - my anus was being stretched and their was a lot of pain. But my mind went to that place.. that deep arousal I described earlier. I felt like I was where I belonged. Being dominated, being made the bitch, to be a semen receiver for an animal that didn’t care, but only wanted one thing. He went at it for half a minute. he was smaller and lighter than the rotty I had experienced before, so he didn’t push me off my arms, but still the power this dog could produce was impressive as he repeatedly slammed into me. I didn’t stop moaning once. As he tried to dismount I felt I was knotted. The owner tries to keep him in place but he flopped out. He was not as wide in girth as the rott had been, and I was used to larger in my shower play, so this was not surprising. The only way I could have kept him in would be with practice, by keeping my sphincter tight. But I could hardly claim to have had practice.
As he pulled out there was some splattering, and some blood. I didn’t notice till later, and he helpfully licked it up. I was catching my breath. There was still pain but above all I was reeling from the intensity. He immediately turned around and licked my sore anus. A wonderful soothing feeling. I turned around and patted him, as he was bussy licking himself, his encouraged penis with the knot at the end, 4 times wider than the penis itself. Wonderful to know that has been inside me just moments earlier. Deeply satisfying somehow.
Almost immediately he stood up and tried to mount me again. “Again?” I asked incredulously. He forced me down on the floor. It took him a few moments to hit the mark. His hard, pointy little dick poking around the outside of my anus. Very painful. But when he hit the mark I was instantly filled again. He didn’t take as long this time. But his poking had wounded me, there was more blood, though I didn’t notice at the time. Again he licked me, carefully soothing me with his tongue. He spent more time now, his tongue working into me, which was an incredible feeling.
I had been facing away from the camera up till now. I decided to turn towards it, in order to capture some of my expression perhaps. I thought it would make a good angle and I was right. Better than my bloodied up anus and fat ass pointing at the camera in any case. Even though I was hurting, i was starting to relax a little now. I was semi hard, and the precum was falling to the floor in long strands. He paced around behind me, not really making his mind up. He could smell my excitement, my precum. He tried to lick me a few time, and I pushed my dick back, offering it to him from between my legs. But he was up for it again, he mounted me and almost immediately found the target once more. My goal has been to look up at the camera to capture my expression, but the pounding was again so intense I could do nothing more than suppose myself on my arms and receive what was given to me. I was being bred. I was receiving copious amounts of his doggy seed inside me and all I could do was just take it. That feeling of submission is addictive. He kept it up a long time. This was the most intense of the fucks. Even when he got off and walked over to my head I found it hard to get up. He came back to lick me, lick me cock, and lick up what was spilled on the towel and floor.
He spent a long time licking my anus, and the owner picked up the camera to get a different angle. He padded around, unsure if he wanted to go again, always returning to my ass to lick me again. He tried to mount a few times, but you could tell he was getting tired. More deep licking, such a wonderful long tongue.
The guy assured me he would be good to go again after some rest. As if in response he mounted and gave me a good 10 thrusts as if to say we weren’t half done yet! More licking, but we decided to take a break. Also for myself. This was taking more out of me than I had figured. But then I had never been fucked repeatedly before.
I got up and received a nice dick licking.
I got dressed again, the only way to give the dog the hint, and we proceeded to relax and chat some more. We only thought we would have a 10 or 20 min break but we talked for about 90 minutes, sharing our experiences in a very open and pleasant fashion. It was nice being able to casually talk one more person about these kinds of things. We talked some geek stuff too, he liked to collect similar swords as myself as was evident from the various weapons on display in the room. We made him a fetlife profile and I explained how I had gone about contacting and finding people with similar interests.
The second session, I was more relaxed now. Camera back on. This time I enjoyed myself a little more by letting him get a good licking of my dick, which was now harder than before. All captured well on film. Despite having sharp canines he was very gentle.
I got down on all forces, this time at a side-facing angle to camera. Again it did not take him many tries to reach the mark. Again I found I was not prepared by the sheer pace and power of him. No knot this time. As I recovered he took more time. More licking, I presented my cock to him again. As I watched him lick himself I started to jack of a little. I wanted to cum at some point this time. I bent over and he deeply licked me out again. More licking of my cock head. I was getting closer to orgasm now. Some half attempted mounting interspersed with more licking. The owner was holding the camera now, I asked him to film my face as he mounted me. He did a few times, but he was not keeping it up any longer. I could tell he was kinda reaching the end of his endurance. And so was my ass. It remained painful and I was getting more eager to get off myself now. A number of good tries followed, my contorted face well visible on camera
I decided to to give up for now and turned around. I figured I could get off while he licked me. As I sat on the towel I started to slowly jerk off. He alternated between humping my leg and licking my cock and balls. It didn’t take long to come. he eagerly lapped it all up off my stomach. And that kinda wrapped it up.
I recovered a few moments on the floor and then started to get dressed. This was the signal that it was over for our canine friend.
I was offered another drink and we chatted some more, looked around a little online on Fetlife and Beastforum, and before I knew it I was saying my goodbyes. I left a small financial token of appreciation which went into the doggy tin, from which food and toys are bought. This was not mandatory, but was expected. And I was more than happy to. He asked me what I thought of the experience and told him I was of course very positive and that this would certainly not be the last time.
As I travelled back my ass was sore, painful and throbbing. And yet it felt good. It felt good to know I had been fucked hard several times by an animal of pure lust. And his doggy seed was inside me, where it belonged.
Its strange now being on the flipside of such an experience. I am writing this 3 days afterwards, to get a little perspective. I realise now that only with more practice can I be more relaxed and have more fun. I am not complaining at all, but I know my nervousness and lack of preparedness made things harder than they needed to be.
I would very much like to invite them over to my place next time. I can be more prepared, stretch myself a little beforehand. And perhaps in the comfort of my own home, I might be at ease enough to try something with the guy, if he is willing. I have always wondered about sucking cock ;)
Whatever you do, don’t mention it. Don’t make a big deal out of it.
It happened, it may happen again, it may not.
The casualness of it was probably the most exiting thing. The trust shown definitely the most humbling thing.
Put it out of your mind. But I can’t, cause I am fucking horny bastard. Such a thing is enough to keep me going on the memory alone for a few weeks. Penis is raw from twice or thrise-daily masterbation.
It will pass. Things will return to normal. Even if it happens to go down like that again, it should be normalised. Made to be a normal, ordinary thing, that may or may not be shared if the mood is right for it.
For all my wish to see all sexual matters as casual things to be shared among good friends, I am the hypocrite, finding myself unable to file it away in my mind like that. I thought men where suppose to be able to do that. I thought that was exactly the kind of thing that was suppose to separate us out from the fairer sex. The ability to compartmentalize. I suppose I have in fact done that in a way. I can safely say that my obsession now, with this thing, is purely sexual. What other feelings for her are still there, ever present, in the background, but they don’t seem to apply to this now for some reason. No, this obsession with this particular event is about lust, pure and simple. About wanting more of exactly what we did.
I envy her. I envy her calm and assured way she simply can do such things. She may, somewhere deep inside, recognize the fact that a unique step was taken, something out of the ordinary, but you could never tell. She hides that kind of emotion too well.
How many orgasms will it take for me to let it go?
Written 29dec 2910
I dont know what it is about holidays and sleeping in places I am not familiar with.
It always turns me on somehow. The last few days if being overseas with family, at night, I could not stop thinking about being fucked over roughly, of feeling things and men inside me, of being a complete bitch to someone.
Having finally arived home, within an hour I am sitting here, naked, albeit with very tight underpants on. Underneath these too tight underpants is an inverted strapon. The same that my ex would use on me.
It is inverted so that the main larger latex cock, the one that normally protrudes outward and has in the past spent considderable time probing my insides, is now once again inside me, although this time in an inverted way, as the entire strap on has been turned inside out.
The other cock, the one normally inside my gf, is now twisted around and also inside me. I am doubly impaled as I write this. The inside of these obscene “underwear” is of course amply supplied with lube. My cock, mostly erect, strains inside the tight latex. I have pulled the foreskin back as it rubs against the rubber.
On top of this I have inserted, with great pain intermingled with pleasure, my favorite toy, the blowup anal vibrator.
Even with the extra underpants tightly covering it all, it is very hard to keep these 3 objects inside me. I have employed the bondage rope as a sort of make-shift harness to keep it all tight and confined.
Its been quite a long time since I was so thoroughly filled. It is a feeling that is hard to describe. Painful yes, quite. But also extremely sexual, exiting. The feeling is so intense that I can not sit still, not even for a moment. And yes, I am indeed sitting in my desk chair, forcing all the objects deeper into my still. But it is not my rectum that is having the problem, its my anus, who is simply no longer used to stretching like this.
The end goal of this is to be able to fist myself. A feat I haven’t quite managed since I was in my last relationship.
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I am writing the rest of this post a few days later. As I was no longer able to sit and type without my hands trembling and my knees giving out from under me. I proceeded, as I usually do, to the bathroom where I already had all my other toys ready at hand, so to speak. And a mirror, always some kind of mirror to see the objects or my fist slide in and out of myself. I decided not to take the camera with me this time.
In the minutes leading up to going into the bathroom, I strode around the house, my cock erect and now glistening in the cool air. I observe myself in several mirrors, and am simultaneously fascinated and horrified by my obese and obscene form.
To punish myself I start to blow up the anal vibrator, compressing the vent a few times every minute. I can feel the bulge start to expand inside my rectum, already filled with the 2 other dildo’s from the strapon.
Arriving finally in the bathroom I remove the outer underwear, taking care not to dislodge the tree objects inside me, at every point threatening to pop out.
Having awkwardly succeeded at this, I get on all four’s and observe my behind in the mirror. I gasp at how stretched out I appear, with the base of three objects, partially obscured by the latex, poking out of me. Most of them are inside me, and I now see that the partially inflated vibrator is acting as a plug inside me, behind my anus, keeping the other 2 dildo’s in place.
I squeeze the vent a few more times, and shout out in pleasure/pain as I feel my insides stretch and the pressure build on my prostate. I start to take off the latex wear, and slowly start pulling the 2 dildo’s attached to it out. It all comes out at once, including the anal vibrator and the huge bulge of air it contains. I shout out and fall to the cold bathroom floor, the sensation being momentarily too much for me. I slowly get back up and inspect my anus. The anal vibrator has some shit on it, so I turn on the shower and place all the objects under it.
I gently probe my anus with my finger. I find I am well distended. What proceeded was the usual menagerie of objects and due process.
More lube, combined with the Flashlight, my dad’s anal dildo, my own dildo, the lube bottle itself (traditional since my ex-girlfriend introduced me to its fine pleasures). And of course my fingers and, hopefully my first. I fuck myself with every object good and hard, and deeply. Sometimes in combination with each other. Occasionally I rub my hands down and jerk myself off for a bit, but I am sensitive everywhere and don’t want to come yet so I hold of.
Now it is time for my first. I am on my knees and have to arch my back to get my hand in the right position. This is something I have only succeeded at perhaps 3 times myself, and twice it was my girlfriends hand (which is smaller). I know from experience that if I succeed in getting my entire hand inside myself, I can only keep it there a minute at most. The position is hard to keep on the arm and the back, and the feeling of being filled and being stretched like that is so overwhelming, it cannot be tolerated for too long. Only when my girlfriend did it to me, with my lying on my back and relaxed, was I able to take this for longer than a minute or so.
I try several times to stretch myself to the critical point. But having already have been stretched out so far in the hour beforehand, I find I do not have the strength to proceed as planned. Alas, my first shall have to find its place another day.
However I had a backup plan, requiring less physical effort and pain, but still a very exiting idea to me. If I could not go wide, why not go for deep.
The first time my girlfriend fisted me, she also made it her mission to go deep. As I have relayed before, we learnt all about the “second” anus, the entrance of perceived entrance of the sigmoid colon. Where, if it is aligned with the rest of the rectum (after much training) can hold the volume of a grown man’s arm well up and beyond his elbow. As such was the case with my girlfriend back then, but what this also meant at the time, was that she could hide my large dildo entirely inside me. And it was this little feat that I attempted again this evening.
It takes some contortion and wriggling to get the angle right, the bend of the dildo is important. Finding the way from the rectum to the rest of the colon can be difficult and painful, and one should not apply too much pressure. Last thing I want is a rupture of course. But having already been sufficiently stretched, it didn’t take much probing (god I love that term in this context) to find my way deeper in. It is doubly erotic to not only feel that entire dildo vanish inside you as you perversely lay back, filling you deeply in a way that you don’t often feel, precum streaming from my cock as my prostate gets no let up from the direct stimulation. But to also watch it disappear in the mirror at that moment.
The overwhelming horny depravity of that is about as much as I can take. It only took a few strokes to make my spurt all over myself. Relaxing my bowels, the dildo appears automatically, and with great relief. I lay there for a good 15 minutes, recovering, panting. Slick with my own juices and the lube. Utterly spent.
What follows is also always the same ritual. The hour long shower, the cleaning of myself and of all objects involved. Sometimes, as was the case here too, the excitement returns and more anal play commences. Sometimes the second time its even better. The initial pressure of orgasm is gone, and the pure feeling of being filled and being rammed into can be experienced. My favorite position is lying on my side, with my ass tuned upward, and pumping the dildo in and out from behind, imagining its some big guy. This type of masturbation is different, as it now far more about emotional submission, than purely the physical anal play. I have at times been able to come multiple times over an hour, spending time that way, my rectum feeling well plowed over afterwards, almost as if I had been the receiving subject of a gangbang. Oh i only wish.
Its not just the the fact that there are hot women. Somehow my hormones get triggered and I always find myself a bit exited when I get home.
Havent played with the buttplug for ages.
As it was, I was surprised how easy time I had. Didn’t hurt too much, and felt really good just hanging in there for a while. Walked around the house naked with it in, briefly thought about inserting various other random objects. Didn’t mess around too long until I let myself come. Nice to see my ass is still stretchy ;)
That deeper longing
Originally posted: 6/14/10
Recently, the game with “N” has stepped up. Knowing her for so long, being attracted to her for so long. We would joke about the fact that there was nothing we could really talk about that interested us both, besides sex. We long ago accepted our mutual attraction to eachother. All that erotic chat was years in the past. I got her to tell me about her wilder years, I told her about my fantasies, but not all of them of course. I told her a lot. She told me a lot. Then L happened, and I didn’t even speak to her for a while. But after L, we started talking again. She would appear on chat and spontaneously ping me, sometimes she had been drinking a bit. I always liked that. I liked the idea that when she was more relaxed, sometimes, she would think about me. That thought is somewhere in between sexual excitement, and simply the feeling of not being totally alone; of being in someone else’s thoughts, at least some of the time. And it makes me entertain the notion that her associations of me, in her mind, are somehow more set towards the sexual and sexually deviant side of her. If it wasn’t already, it has certainly now become the case. It started with pictures that where meant only for me. Obviously meant only for me. Pictures that, while being mere teases, where the most exiting things I could encounter. Because I know this girl. Because these pictures where meant for me, and her teasing, was teasing me. In fact I cannot be completely sure the latter is that important to me. I have in the past, been perfectly happy to find secret or hidden pictures of women I know or have known, without them ever knowing that I knew. Having that knowledge and keeping it to oneself carries its own kind of excitement. In this case however, the intention was clear, and my response also. As usual, as I always do, I over did it. Overpraised, over-complimented, made my excitement too plain and too, well, unsophisticated. I have no patience with the game, I get ahead of myself. And here is a girl who does not give easily. Patience is rewarded, but you must be so very patient. And what she giveth, she can take away just as easily. My access becomes restricted again, my comments vanish, or my ability to comment is disabled. I don’t quite know if its embarrassment on her part, or if she secretly enjoys me squirming in tortured impatience and frustration behind my screen. I hope the latter, but I suspect the former. The teasing took on a new level when she outed herself as the exhibitionist I always suspected she was. Several pictures came that same evening that bore out a glimpse of what might come later. But again she pulls back and retreats for several weeks, eventually even ignoring my emails that disguise a very thinly veiled desperation on my part. If I had to guess, I would think she hasn’t quite made up her mind whether she likes the attention or not. I hope she does in principle, but does she like mine? I demonstrated my excitement to her photographically. Not too crude of course, somewhat tastefully I hope, imitating the grainy style of webcam photography I am now so used to from her. She exclaimed excitement and surprise, but I couldn’t help but notice she only ever viewed the images once or twice, in stark contrast to the many times I viewed hers, something she made a point of. But I couldn’t tell if she was exited or merely surprised. I am afraid of boring her. So afraid of it. She told me recently she followed me advise, and set up a secret blog or site where she could fully explore her exhibitionist side anonymously. I told her of course what the responsible side of me does actually mean; that it was up to her if she wanted to share the URL with me or not. That I would not ask her for it. This promise is so very hard to keep. I yearn to see more of that side of her. I so wish she would share it with me. My behavior around my state in this, is almost beyond my control. And this yearning is what prompted this post. There are many things that excite me sexually. I have many kinks. Read this blog and you will see and understand almost all of it. I can see a movie or a photo, or read a story and be extremely turned on by it. But there is another kind of excitement that is different somehow. It is a feeling that tugs down below, in ones loins, and sends butterflies into the stomach. Its an excitement that doesn’t cause a hard-on, that doesn’t make me horny, at least not in the same sense at all. It is a mental turn-on, a mind-fuck in the purest sense. When N posts a new picture that is either covertly or explicitly sensual or sexual, it is this deep yearning I feel. The mind-fuck. Far beyond any porn I could ever lay my hands on. Because it is personal to me. Because I know her. Because I have knowledge about this girl that all these other people don’t have. Its exactly the same thing that turns her on in her exhibitionism. In many ways, I don’t ever want this to stop. Sure, there is a large part of me that wants to sleep with her. To finally come down her throat as she so casually alluded to all those years ago. But its her teasing that does it for me, the constant expectation, the constant longing and yearning for one more little taste of her. Her beautiful body. Her amazing skin. It drives me mad, and obsesses me. I hate it and love it at the same time. Somehow I am afraid that if we ever have sex, how unlikely that scenario remains of course, that we would not be better for it.
The Subjugation of Layla Kayne
Originally Posted: 3/5/10
Unfinished fantasy involving RL friend
Room 305 She stood there for a while, hesitant and nervous. Fumbling with her hair. She was embarrassed to be standing outside the room like this, hating herself for being so chicken about the whole thing. A couple came out of the elevator and turned around the corner down the corridor, walking past her, giving her a curious sidelong glance. “Fuck it”, she thought, a new determination in her, and she knocked on the door 3 times confidently. He opened the door with a look of mild surprise and some annoyance. “You are early, the place is not really prepared yet”. he scowled, but then he seemed to relent. “Wait here”. he closed the door and opened it again a few seconds later. He held out his hand. “Take your coat off, and put this on, then you can come in.” He was holding a black blindfold, made of a smooth satin-like material. His hand closed over her wrist firmly and he motioned her into the room without a word. He guider her to a space in the room and then let her go. She didn’t move any further, afraid she would bump into things. “Start taking your clothes off, I have to finish my preparations”. A shiver of excitement ran through her. This was where it would begin. She slowly started to undress. She was suprised how much effort it to keep her shame at bay. She had not been naked in front of many people at all, and here she was in an unknown place, blind, unaware of what was going on around her. There might be 10 people in the room for all she knew. And here she was placing her trust in someone she has only met in the flesh the previous night. But her excitement was growing along with her nervousness, and she knew it was too late to back out now. “Lets just go with it”, she told herself. A few moments later she was naked. her clothes in a small pile by her feet. “You will remain there while I admire you”, he informed her, flatly. He had almost no emotion in his voice when he talked this way. These where simply, clear instructions, and she was expected to follow them. This had been the arrangement. He moved around the room about her, and she could hear him moving items around, the sound of a plastic bag, the sound of some material of some sort being or unfolded. This lasted several minutes. She wasn’t cold exactly, the hotel room was warm enough, yet she was shivering. In excitement? With nerves? She couldn’t tell. “Come over here”, the disembodied voice commanded. She complied and moved towards the voice and almost tripped over a small piece of furnature on the floor. He grabbed her by her arms firmly, stopping her fall. The feeling of being held like that, forcefully, while naked and in unfamiliar surroundings, sent another jolt of excitement through her. “Get down on all the floor”. She obeyed and went down on her hands and knees. The carpet was soft on her knees, but her hands encountered the object she had almost tripped over. It was small and square, covered in hard leather. A low stool or a footrest perhaps. “Bend over it.” he said. As she did, he grabbed her wrists and slid something metallic over them. He pulled her right arm down and forward, causing her to stretch over the footrest. The handcuffs closed tightly around her wrist, then the other. She could feed they where attached to some kind of metal bar, firmly in place. Layla felt very vulnerable like this. Exposed. Her torso was stretched over the footrest wither her breasts and belly lying on it, arms hanging over the front, secured in place. Her head hanging down, blind, and her legs hanging over the other side, her knees on the ground just at the end of the footrest. Her shins and feet pressed against the carpet, the soles of her feed pointing up. She was now wet with excitement, and she knew Arthur could see this if he stood behind her, and he was. Her cunt was exposed to the air and full view, glistening with her moistness. The thought turned her on even more, despite her embarrassment. She felt him reach his arms over her and suddenly a piece of cloth was pulled pulled around both sides of her face, gagging her. He tied it around the back of her head with a tight knot. This was surprising, and not at all part of the plan, she wanted to say “what the fuck is this?!” but all that came out was a muffled attempt. She felt a sting of panic at the back of her mind. What would she do if things got out of hand, how could she even call out their agreed upon safe word? But she realised that she had already given in to this. She knew that all she could do was agree. If fact, she knew she didn’t have a choice in the matter anymore. His warm hands rubbed over her back and buttocks, examining the skin. She let out a sign of excitement. It wasn’t so much the touching itself that was turning her on, it was the fact that she was being touched at all in this way, being in the position she was in. Totally vulnerable and exposed to him. His hand brushed her moist outer lips, ever so quickly. She shuddered. He moved his head next to hers, his hands still rubbing over her back. “I need to get you ready first”, he whispered in her ear. He sounded exited, but also malevolent is some way, sadistic. A moment later she felt fingers entering her, they where cold, obviously lubed up with something. They moved up and down inside her entrance, not really penetrating at all, just teasing her flesh there. “Hi, welcome, come on in.” “Yah leave your coats there”. Should couldn’t believe it now. This was beyond anything she had expected. Here where these strange men she didn’t know, in the room now, and already standing over her, looking at her exposed nakedness, the cum dripping down out of her, onto the floor. She tried to get up, but of course her wrists where still tied down to the metal bar, so we just flopped over. But her feet where free so she managed to turn herself a round and push off against the floor to give herself leverage. “She isn’t going anywhere, but you re going to have to hold her down if you want have her”. She struggled to get up, to somehow get her hands out, she wriggled and wormed around on the floor over and next to the foot rest, but she couldn’t see, she couldn’t get the blindfold of her head nor the gag out of her mouth. She was trying to scream through it, but it seemed pointless even as she did it. She felt a large strong hand grab one of her ankles, then her other ankle was held tightly. She tried to kick out, but didn’t do much more than push herself back painfully against the straps around her wrists. “Calm down now Layla, these men will get what they want no matter what you do, just go with it”, she head Arthur say from across the room. She was having none of it and screamed through her gag and bucked wildly with her back and legs. The hands moved her over the small rest again she suddenly felt the weight of someone on her back. A heaver and bigger man than Arthur, she was pinned down over the footrest and unable to move, her ankles held in place by other hands. The man was naked and as he slowly slid his body up her back, his hands keeping her body pinned down by her neck, she felt his erection on her buttocks, sliding over them towards the man’s obvious goal. She started to sob in agony about her predicament, but at the same time, the feeling of the this unknown cock moving towards her opening, sent a new wave of unexpected excitement over her.
She took of her coat as she was told, and put the blindfold over her head. “Turn around!” he said, with a sudden authority in his voice that surprised her and had not heard from him ever before. He pulled on the draps of the blindfold at the back of her head to tighten them considerably. “You will not be allowed the privelige of sight for this evening”, “you will keep the blindfold on at all times, do you understand?” “Yes.”, she replied nervously.
On the lookout again for beast hookups
Originally Posted: 5/24/09
Well I added another reply on Beastforum http://www.beastforum.com/index.php?showtopic=108439&st=15&#entry4947802 I (29yo, male, bi) am on the lookout to be the bitch again to a dog, and his owner if interested. Have had previous positive experience via this forum. Live in the Hague area, but am willing to travel. I have my special msn open all the time now, and spoke to “Peter” who is from around here, and is looking for the same thing I am. Talking with him got me exited and motivated enough to give the old beastforum another try. I wonder if there are other ways to find fellow zoo’s. My problem is that I need someone with access to dogs. Dog owners hold all the cards, and most of them have no interest in sharing. And when they do, most cater only to females. Hell, I would. Kinda hard for us submissive male zoo’s Something else struck me though, after I finished talking to him. He might be a potential partner himself, just for some guy-fucking. He is probably sub though. I dont mind that much though, right now I am not picky about getting any cock. Wish me luck PS. For gods sake people, I let you in on my secret blog, at least give me the satisfaction of leaving a few comments on what I write here ;) Oh and Layla, more posts like your last one, please :)
New potential sexual partner
Originally posted: 5/16/09
A guy who I have gotten to know the last months in a chat I frequent, has turned out to be a potential sexual partner. Of course, the moment I discovered he was gay, my interest in him increased. Much like my other friend (you know who you are), there are exactly 2 (well 3) things that instantly captivate me: 1. I know you somewhat in a non-sexual context and can connect with you on a somewhat equal level (means: you are not an igorent fuck and can hold a conversation) 2. You have a means of satisfying one of my sexual desires 3. You are attractive (bonus, but not strictly nessesary) In the case of guys, I am not actually attracted to them. (nr. 3), and it is therefore I only call myself bi-sexual in a very specific sense. That sense being I wouldt mind to be fucked in the ass by a guy. That is point nr.2. Now the chat I am in already has a pretty high level of innuendo, and at some point or another, it was revealved that this person in question had uploaded a video of himself to xtube.com. He needed very little convincing to send me the link, and after that a very arousing conversation ensued about sexual preferences. I felt obliged to link him this blog, and of course with that, all the dirtly little secrets come out. This guy has a 10” cock, and I have already had quite a few orgasms thinking about that thing inside me. He indicated pretty quickly to me he isn’t aposed to the idea, and we have already gone as far as exchanging pictures. Very fast progress, I am delighted :) The only obvious problem is that he is in the US, and I am, of course, In Europe. Also, he is dead broke most of the time, so I dont expect him to come over any time soon ;) Until that time, or when I am in the position to travel to the states, I at least have yet another person I can happily share my sexual side with. Mutual webcam mastrubation is already on the agenda, and I look forward to that, even though the logistics of this are challenging on my end. Also, being uncomfortable about my weight makes this a barrier to get over. However, his reactions so far have put a lot of that nervousness to rest. The fact that I sent him a very recent picture of myself already proved to myself I am in quite a comfortable place. I am currently working on a short erotic story for this blog, that will feature him and another reader of this blog. I am not making a secret of the fact that the story is of course wishfull-thinking. But I would not be honest with myself or with you, my trusted readers, if I shied away from my true feelings and fantasies.
The Threesome
Originally Posted: 5/13/09
Fantasy involving 2 RL people I know.
The hotel elevator was carpeted in those sickly brown patterns all hotels do their carpets in.
The three of us where standing facing eachother in the small cramped box, embarrassed grins on our faces, trying to hide our nerves. I enjoyed being close to them, inside their personal space, especially hers. I could smell her beautifull long black hair, and both the smell of it and the fact that I knew I was close enough to smell it, turned me on.
The elevator dinged and we walked out into the wide corridor. Ann took out her key and we scanned the numbers to find her room. We where a lot quiter now than downstrairs in the lobby, where several hours of drinks and idle chatter has served to break the ice of meeting eachother for the first time in person. It was Lennard who finnaly popped the big question of going up to her room, to get “more comfortable”, as he put it.
We all knew what was going to happen, it was largely the reason we had met up.
The narrow hallway of the 2-person room opened out into a suprisinly large single room, dominated by the king size bed set against the wall. As standard as hotel rooms get.
I flung up my arms and crashed myself on the bed giggling, enjoying the cool material on my face. “I love unfamiliar beds!”, i explained.
“So!” Said Ann, slinging her bag over the chair and taking off her hoody. “You guys gonna fuck or what?!”, she grinned naughtily. It was her way of dealing with the aukwardness of the moment, just getting it out there. I loved that. Lennard starte to strip, provocatively. “I am gonna have a shower and I am not locking the door!” He grinned. I was sitting on the bed not sure what to do, but content to just watch him strip. Ann stood by the desk across from the bed, watching Lennard intently also. He pulled down his trousers and pants, and revealed his impressive cock, not erect, but not completely flacid. I knew my own erection would be like brick if i wasnt for my nerves. I looked form Lennards naked body to Ann, to see her reaction. She was fascinated, and her mistivous smile bespoke her growing arousal. The thought of that made my cock twitch in my pants. My eyes took in her lithe and slim form, her small but perky breasts under her T-shirt, the wonderfull rounding of her ass. I didn’t know what her plan was tonight, she had been vague and only agreed film me and Lennard. But I suspected she was counting on the fact more could happen.
Lennerd went into the bathroom and ran the shower. I looked at Ann and she looked at me expectedly, obviously enjoying my nervousness at the moment. Her hand went into her bag and took out her black camera, that we had used in the lobby earlier in the evening. She set it to record and pointed it at me. “Come on Rich, lets see that hot stuff!”, she teased, laughing. I started to remove my clothes, slowly, very concious of being screwtanized and not being entirely comfortable with that just yet. I was nervous about my body, but I knew quite well that neither of them cared about externals much, and they where my friends. The eagerness with which Ann was coaxing me on made me more confident. I removed my pants, and my erection popped up and out almost embarresinly comical. “Alright!” she exclaimed with a laugh, “looks like your all ready!” I moved past her, toward the bathroom and being so close to her physically, while naked, with my throbbing erection in front of her, just made me gasp with exitement.
Lennard was under the shower, set into 1 corner of the small bathroom, a 2-sided slide-door partition serrounding it He was soaping up, and the room was steaming. I entered and left the door open, Ann followed behind, pointing the camera in front of her, taking in the scene and making sure all was in frame.
“So, you want a hand there Lennard?”, I asked, more for formailty than anything else. “Come on in hun”, I could use an extra pair of hands”, he replied. I opened the partition and stepped in, I shivered as some of the water hit me. I couldn’t help but immediately look down at his cock, now more erect and rising, obviously arroused by my naked presense so close to him. He placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly slid them down my arms and up my chest again. I wasn’t sure what to do, but he made it easy for me by guiding me under the warm water. He turned me around, so I was facing away from him. He soaped up his hands and started to rub the soap into my back, and his hands moved around in front and across my torso. He moved forward, and I felt his cock, hot and hard, press into the small of my back. As he soaped me he held me close to him. Ann was just outside the opening in the partition, her mouth slightly open, breathing heavily, the camera pointing at me and Lennard as he caressed my chest, his hands moving down now. His left hand moved down between my legs and cupped my sack, soaping up my scrotum. His other hand came down also, and both of them then moved up, wrapping around my cock in turn. His hands moved over my body again, and he repeated this several times, each time stroking my cock and balls longer as his hands explored me. All i could do was stand there, feeling his cock against my back, his balls against my ass, rubing ever so slightly against me as he fondled me. I was breathing hard, very arroused. Ann was watching me intently now, fascinated by the spectacle less than 6 feet in front of her. She panned the camera up and down my body, zooming in on my cock as Lennards fingers expertly carressed my cock head with one hand, while holding back the foreskin with the other.
“Do you want to touch me?”Lennard whispered in my ear as his hands passed across my chest again. “Yah, switch places”, I breathed, desperately trying to calm down some. He had brought me dangerously close to orgasm, and I had a feeling he knew.
As we moved passed eachother, facing , our cocks brushed up against eachother and we both gasped as that spark flew between us. Now he was facing Ann’s camera, and I was behind him. I proceeded to replicate the wonderfull soaping he did of me. I could not wait to wrap my hands around his meat. He was considderably larger than me, and I had dreamt of holding that cock since the first day I saw a picture of it. Almost 10” and thick like a tree, it felt solid and heavy in my hands. He throbbed as I carassed his cock and grew even harder. My hand went down to explore and massage his balls and then up again to the fascinating mushrooming circumzised cockhead. He felt so smooth and hot under my touch. All I could think about was that soon this monster cock would be inside me. My hips started instinctively girating at the tought, pushing my erection into the top of his asscrack. “Hey I thought you where the bitch here today, getting a bit more confident eh?” I moved my head close to his as my hands squeezed the base of his cock. “no..” I almost moaned, “i want this thing inside me, I want you to empty your balls into me”. I looked up at Ann, who had a look of pure lust on her face. I now noticed she was holding the camera with just her left hand. Her right hand was down her pants, moving it up and down slowly. “We are putting on quite a show here Lennard”, i exlaimed cheerfully. “Hell yeah!”Ann said, smiling, not at all embaressed to continue her own stimulation while she kept filming us.
“So you gonna be able to take me, Rich?” “I am gonna need to loosen up first”, I replied.
We got out of the shower and dried off. We took some spare towels with us back to the bed. Lennard laid them out on the bed and told me to lay down on my back, with my legs spread out and knees in the air. “You have the lube?”he asked Ann. “Haha, you bet!” Ann produced a bottle of lube from her bag and handed it to Lennard. He applies some to his hands. I layed there, in great anticipation of what was to come. By cock painfully erect against my stomach, oozing precum. My breating was heavy. Lennard crawled onto the bed and on all fours and positioned himself between my legs, his head over my crotch. He took my cock in his hand gently and slid up and down, applying lube to it, and to my balls. With the fingers of his left hand, he would tug on my skin, pulling down the flab of flesh covering my cockhead, exposing the sensitive head and then he would brush it gently with the palm of his right hand, stimulating it emmencly. He continued this for several minutes, his hands making different patterns, alternating between stimulating the head of my cock directly, or simply sliding his hands up and down, jerking me off more traditionally. Ann moved around the bed with the camera, taking different angles and frames. She filmed my face for a while, then Lennards hands on my cock, then she would back off and take in the whole scene, of two naked men ingaged in intense sexual foreplay. Occasionally she would exlaim with delight, or mutter her hushed approval in her sultry, sexy voice. “You like that Rich, you gonna come for us, for the camera?”. I was indeed getting very arroused now, my hips girating on the bed, trying to fuck his hands when he would grab my hole cock in his hand, stroking it up and down.
Quite without warning, I felt a wet warmth enclose my cockhead. His lips closed around my shaft, his fingers pulling back my skin and I felt his tongue dancing over my exposed mushrooming cock. I moaned loudly. “Oh god, that is so hot”, Ann exclaimed in a husky voice, obviously very aroused at the sight in front of her. Her hand was down her pants again, moving furiously. “Hey, wouldn’t that be easier without those trousers on”, I remarked with a cheesy grin. She looked undecided for a second, thinking, considdering if she wanted to proceed down this path. “Yup!”, she said. She put the camera down and stripped out of her trousers and discards them, then goes right back to filming us. He panties show an obvious damp stain around her crotch. I long to see what is underneath, aswell as underneather her tight t-shirt, but decide there is time, I dont need to press her. I got back to concentrating on Lennards mouth, and more to the point his tongue, that does magic on my gland. He sits up and applies more lube to his fingers. I suspect I know what he has in mind, but when he backs down on my cock, the sudden feel of his fingers on my asshole still suprises me. While still stroking my cock with his left hand, he spreads the lube around my anus with the fingers of his right hand, and slowly a feel his fingertips making their first exploritory entry into my rectum. I try to relax, but he attention on my cock doesnt make it easy, He moves 2 fingers into me, spreading them apart and moving out again, and back in. I relax now and he starts to loosen me up. He adds another finger. Ann comes in for some closeup shots, a massive grin on her face, her eyes wide in exitement at the scene before her. Three fingers now and as he turns them around in side me, he presses up against my prostate and I moan loudly. Precum oozes down my cock, and he goes down on my and sucks it all off, taking me deeply down his throat several times, before going back to more toungue work. He adds another finger, and I start to feel filled, the muscles in my rectum starting to react in that familiar way. I know I wont last much longer. I am consantly moaning now, my hips bucking up to meet his eager mouth. My eyes are half closed, I try not to come, I want it to last, I try to relax to loose the edge, but Lennard notices and looks up with amusement “Oh no no honey, you are gonna come right now, you have no choice!” Ann laughs at this and teasingly eggs me on “on yah you are gonna come bitch, we are gonna show the world what kinda slut you are!” “Come in his mouth, pump your seed down his throat” I cant help but comply. My anus tightens around his fingers, I hump his mouth and my insides start to spasm. He goes down on my completely, taking me down into his hot throat. I eject my semen into it, in intense long spurts. I feel him swallowing , his throat closing around my cock. My ass is off the bed, my back arches as I orgasm, his fingers still inside me, pressing up against my prostate, while simultaniously holding me up and in his mouth, as a unload in his mouth. I collapse back down and he sucks me off further, cleaning me up.
I notice Ann moaning, breathing hard in short bursts. I turn my head and see she is laying back in a chair, her legs spread, fingering herself furiously under her panties, getting herself off. I just lay there, recovering, watching her reach orgasm. Its intensely exiting too see, but my cock is momentarily too tired to demonstrate this. Lennard however, stands up to reveal his raging hardon, all 10 inches of it. I gasp, knowing that very soon, I will be impaled on his meat.
“Fuck yeah, oh god yes!” Ann’s face looked incredible as she orgasmed. To see her like this already surpassed all my expectations. Could I hope for more? Lennard went to get a drink in the bathroom. I layed there recovering, my legs obscenely spread out, my limp cock hanging down, still glistening from Lennards saliva. Ann started back at me, still out of breath, a content smile or her face, some kind of mutual understanding passing between us.
Lennard came back a minute of so later. “Turn around” he said. I complied, rolling over. My ass felt slippery from the lube. On my stomach, I realised i could not easily see what was going on behind me. This exited me. I heared Ann get up from the chair. She probably grabbed the camera again. I don’t know if she actually caught my orgasm on tape or not. I heard the squirting of the lube bottle and felt the sudden cold chill of the thick fluid on my asscrack. “Just relax” Lennard told me. I already was, but my anticipation of what would happen next grew almost too much to bear. My cock started twitching under me. Lennards fingers where on my ass now, moving up and down my asscrack, then massaging my buttocks. He slid his thumbs inside my rectum and stretched it out for a second, then added a finger and moved around and round inside me. He repeated this a number of times, adding another finger and using both hands. I was now hard again, and could feel my precum making the towel moist beneath me. He now used only his right hand, while keeping my ass steady with his left hand. 4 fingers and a thumb, and he was really stretching me out. Ann appeared in my field of view with the camera, filming the expression on my face. I was moaning, and looked up at her lustily. She was grinning, obviously enjoying capturing my experience like this. “Ok, time for the business”, Lennard said behind me as i felt his fingers move out of me. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen. Ann moved back to capture the entire scene. I couldn’t see it, but I knew Lennard was positioning that giant 10” cock of his at my entrance. Ann was zooming in the camera now at my ass, and then I felt his hot head press against my asshole. I tried to relax and propped my ass up, meeting his cock. It pushed open my sphincter and startet to enter me. Ann was filming intently, her mouth half open in fascination. I could only imagine her juices flowing between her legs, but my attention was quickly turned away by the meat now starting to fill me properly. The feeling of being filled inside your ass is not something that can be described in words. I felt my insides make way for this massive piece of flesh entering me. I wanted to know what Ann was seeing, myself being impaled slowly on this pasive and thick pole. Lennard held onto my ass with his left hand, using his right to guide his cock into me. I moaned loudly, partially in pain as we reached the tickest part of his cock. He stopped and slowly pulled out again. He applied more lube, and then slowly shifted forward again, and I felt him fill me again, further this time, deeper. My back arched as he hits the entrace to the colon inside me. It feels strange and intense, but I want him deeper inside me. He pulls out again a bit, and then pushes back, and taking me ever deeper. I call out from the stretching and the filling, its overwhelming to me. Ann doesnt miss a single part of it, moving from my face back to my ass and Lennard, then zooming out again. Lennard starts his strokes in and out, and I cry out each time he thrusts into me again. I feel something inside me make way, and Lennard goes deeper than before. My sphincer is completely stretched around the thickest part of his cock, and I am completely filled. He fucks me full strokes now, slowly, carefully, but full strokes nontheless.