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Eventually the cum streaked Mandi was exhausted and led off to a cell like room where a warm bath awaited her. She was visited by Adam who told her "You have not only passed our required standards, but you have exceeded them in your desire to accept any cock put before you" he continued, "I can now tell you that you will be flying back home to JFK airport in two days and will be met at the airport by your sponsor. You will live with your sponsor for three weeks and then you will be given a apartment of your own, where your owner will expect you to accommodate his wishes and friends"

Mandi, could not believe her ears as she heard herself thanking Adam for showing her the error of her ways and describing to him in great detail how she longed for and craved cocks, any cocks, any size shape or colour so long as it was hard and erect!

For the rest of the night Mandi was pampered in luxury with two female attendants to bathe her and powder her dry. She was feed the best food and wines and then just before midnight three men and a woman arrived with a large Doberman dog. The dog was initially shut in another room as the men invited Mandi to dance for them whilst she slipped out of her clothes.

Mandi was more than eager to please and the thought of extra cock was spurring her on, she did a seductive striptease as she revealed her pierced 38D charms to the four visitors. Even when told to undress the other woman, Mandi never shied away and her eager hands soon had this other woman naked and breathing heavily as she managed to manipulate her nipples. The as Mandi turned around, the three men where all stripped naked and sporting throbbing erections, ranging from nine inches long and three inches thick to an impressive white cock of fifteen inches in length and five full inches in thickness.

Normally Mandi would have been embarrassed and tried to cover up in situations like this, but now she was like a cat on heat, she did not know which to lick first. She literally knelt in front of the three guys and purred her satisfaction at the thought of servicing these cocks, only to be told by the woman that she had to earn these magnificent specimens. Mandi immediately begged for instructions on how she would earn the cocks and was not even shocked when told she would have to service the Doberman dog whilst the four of them watched.

Eager to prove her worth for these cocks, she nodded and begged to have the dog brought in so she could begin. The dog was then let into the room where it immediately circled Mandi and sniffed at her genitals before its long rough furry tongue lashed across her already sensitive cunt lips.

At the woman's command Mandi managed to slip her head beneath the dog and initially using her hand on its furry sheath began to entice the pointed dog cock from its hiding place. As the hot stiff pointed cock appeared she began to run her tongue over its slimly shiny length and was soon sucking the animals cock deep into her throat. The animal instinctively began rutting her face and Mandi felt the sharp pointed tool probing the back of her throat as it sought access to deeper with her body.

Suddenly the Dog was pulled away from Mandi and she was told to lie on her back over the low stool with her head on the floor and her cunt high in the air. Caesar the dog was then brought between her legs and instructed to mount her. He instinctively pounced upon his job and his first few thrusts missed their mark as he blindly stabbed towards her cunt. The woman's hand soon had the dog cock hitting the mark and Mandi felt the tip begin to penetrate her cunt, the cock felt ten times hotter than it's human counter part but she still relished it as a good hard erect cock.

She suddenly threw her head back and let out a long lustful moan as the dog slipped his knot in to her. The knot stretched her cunt more in a split second than she could remember it having been stretched in years. So joined to the dog as she felt the hot streams of dog cum hitting her cunt walls when the dog turned tail on her and tried to extract its cock, the knot locked them together for ten minutes, until it finally reduced in sized enough to slip from her cunt's grip. The dog limped off to the side and lay down before licking his own cock clean. Surprisingly Mandi felt a little jealous as she watched the dog do this as she would have loved to clean the doggy cock up in payment for such a wonderful screw she had just experienced as her first animal sex scene.

Her swollen cunt now oozed greyish white leaking dog cum, as the men all gathered round to watch it trickle from her stretched cunt lips. Rachel the other woman did not hesitate; she sat over Mandi's mouth and had her lick out her already soaking wet cunt. Then Mandi felt a stiff cock forcing its way into her cunt, she figured that this cock was the smaller of the three and felt it was much more gentle than the hard fucking she had received from her dog lover. Her legs were then grabbed as another cock squeezed up alongside the one in her cunt. Mandi was in seventh heaven as two cocks now plunged in and out of her cunt. She had never ever experienced two cocks up her cunt before and she instantly decided that she loved it.

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He didn’t remember checking into the Hartford hotel room the night he left her parent’s home in the suburbs. He woke up with a half-bottle of scotch by his bed feeling not only depressed but physically sick from what he drank the night before. It was way past check out time, and every ten minutes or so the Mexican maids knocked on the door hoping to clean the room, and every time they knocked he yelled for them to “get the fuck out of here, I’m sleeping,” but they knocked every ten minutes,...

Freedom of AssociationChapter 12

He earnestly tried to have fun, but what exactly is fun without a woman? Chasing them is fun, but there’s always something about a woman that one can never have, something she protects so fiercely, something she won’t trade, and these things aren’t necessarily secrets that need to be hidden from public view, but instead things so blissful as to transform him from the rotten man he was to a better—oh, what should he call it?—a better human being? He could no longer stand being away from...

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