Karen Walker was just a fuck as far as I was concerned. A bloody marvellous fuck; a noisy, soaking wet, biting, sucking, scratching, and screaming fuc...k, and I went back to barracks after a session with her bleeding, satiated, and looking forward to the next occasion, but that was as far as it went.And what did Karen get from the affair, other than being fucked senseless? Well, she gave me the story of how she had always fancied me, from the time when we ran in the same street gang, but for the. But it only barks once, and then turns and trots away. Laura waits in that position until it is gone, and then awkwardly climbs to her feet.I ask her about the experience. "It makes me feel subhuman," she says, still crying. "Servicing a dog's cock. But that's exactly what I deserve. I was born to serve cocks - all cocks. Otherwise why would its cum taste so good?" Later she confesses to me that she orgasmed when she felt its sperm on her tongue.As we jog down a fairly secluded alley, I. I wasn't sure, but it had been over a year since my wife's death. Linda told me that it would probably be good for me to move on with my life, and it would be good for my daughters to see that life goes on after a tragedy.If I had had a choice, Linda would have been the woman I asked, but it wasn't an option. She would never cheat on her husband and I wouldn't want her to. Besides, she loved my girls and they would miss seeing her if I upset the apple cart. Nor did I want to ruin a good. We kissed and he moved on top of me. I nibbled his ear and whispered to him to put on a condom. He grabbed his jeans hurriedly searching the pockets as I pulled my panties aside. I smeared lube over my cock, my balls and down to my tight ass hole. I stroked my cock as I slid a finger inside myself just as I had done many times alone, my stockinged legs spread wide as Dan hurriedly rolled the condom onto his dick and covered it in lube. I felt so sexy, so dirty. "Fuck me. Fuck my arse," I.