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The Classified Ad 4 (Mf humil anal) by Foxbat

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The Classified Ad 4 (Mf humil anal) by Foxabt



   Will and I continued to see each other, roughly once a week or so.
I'd figured out that he was also a student at the same college, but
our relationship was far from a romance.  Instead, Will always left
abruptly at the end of our little sessions and said little to me in
any mood other than the imperative.  Nonetheless, he was incredibly
good at anticipating and fulfilling my needs - he seemed to have an
intuitive knack for maximizing my humiliation, and I'm pretty sure he
got off on it as much as I did.  I think keeping things strictly at
the fuck buddy level was just another way to demean me.

   So it was about a month or so after our first encounter when I
received a large UPS package in the mail - maybe three feet tall, and
three by four on the base.  I hadn't been expecting anything, so I was
rather curious as to what it could be.

   When I opened it, I saw it was a dog crate.  It was only after I
double checked the mailing labels to make sure it had arrived at the
correct address that I noticed a few smaller packages inside.  I
opened them:

	- A pink headband with little gray doggy ears on it
	- A hard rubber pink bone-shaped chew-toy
	- A leash, leather collar (inscribed "slut" with cheap rhinestones),
and a metal chain choke training collar
	- A pair of small bells attached to little clips
	- A hot pink butt-plug with a furry doggy tail protruding from the base

   There was also a small card that simply read "Thursday, 9:00 pm" on
it.  Will had certainly outdone himself.  It was only Monday, so I
threw a sheet over the crate to keep it out of sight, since it would
be rather hard to explain to any of my friends.

   ***

   By the time Thursday rolled around, the anticipation was killing
me.  I had fought the temptation to try pieces of the costume all
week, but I didn't want to dilute the experience, so I held off.

   I took a shower and dried my hair and then walked into my living
room to contemplate the crate.  Putting the headband on was easy, and
I fixed the leather collar around my neck and put the choke collar as
well (it hung loose).  The leash I figured needed to be coiled up next
to the crate.

   The bells I clipped to my nipples, and they jingled as I walked.
The bone, I figured, was a gag so I put it in my mouth and grabbed the
buttplug.  As I walked into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself
in the mirror, a vision of pink and puppy.  I could feel myself
getting wet as I reflected on how weird this was:  the highschool
valedictorian, now collegiate athlete, about to get fucked silly while
dressed like a slutty puppy.

   I'd never really seen a proper buttplug but I had played around in
while masturbating with hair brush handles and beer bottles, both of
which seemed smaller than the pink tail plug.  While of course I'd
never let any boyfriend get near my bum, it was still a powerful
fantasy.  Something about getting fucked in the butt was even more
degrading, the ultimate symbol of disrespect and disdain.  I guess I'd
find out if the real thing was as good.

   I lubed up the plug, but it took a good five minutes of working it
before my butt was relaxed enough to let it slide all the way in.  It
felt weird, shifting as I walked back into the living room (still
jingling), full but not necessarily unpleasant.  I looked at the big
dog crate one more time and took a deep breath.  I got down on my
hands and knees and backed in slowly.  The tail poked through the
metal bars in the back, but I barely fit.  It took a few tries to get
the thing latched closed from the inside, but I eventually did.  I
glanced at the wall clock:  8:55pm


   ***

   9:00 came.  And went.  I wondered if he was running late, since he
was usually punctual.  By 9:10, my mind was running wild, and I was so
horny I was tempted to give myself a quick starter orgasm to take the
edge off.  The hand passed 9:15 and still no Will.  I was was about to
give up and finish myself off when the door finally opened.

   Without saying anything or even glancing in my direction, he
dropped he keys on the table and a walked into the bathroom.  I
groaned when I heard the shower start.

   ***

   My legs were cramping, and the buttplug was beginning to feel a
little uncomfortable.  Will came padding out, naked, and walked over
the crate.

   "Is my little slut puppy there?"   I did my best to whimper and
pine in an adorable let-me-out sort of way.

   "Smells like my little bitch is also in heat..."  That's what half
an hour of tantalizing anticipation will do.  I felt his toe poking
through the bars on the back of the cage, moving around until he
located my soaking pussy.

   Finally, after some more teasing, both verbal and physical, he let
me out.  I tried to stand to release the cramps in my legs, but was
rudely jerked back to the ground my the choke collar.  "Little doggies
walk of four legs, not two," he admonished, Smacking my ass with a
magazine from my coffee table.  He attached the lease and sat back on
the couch, yanking on the leash.

   "Aren't you going to welcome your master home?" he asked, smiling
his half-smile.  I was confused.  I tried to wag my "tail" and make
happy-dog noises, but apparently that wasn't what he had in mind.
Reeling me in my the lease, I got another smack with the rolled
magazine.

   "Good little doggies show their appreciation by licking."

   I started on his thigh and worked towards his crotch, doing my best
dog licks.  He was already pretty hard, but I coaxed him to full
erection.  He pushed my head lower, so I licked his balls.  *SMACK*
Guess that wasn't right.

   "Dogs like to lick asshole, right?"  Ew.  I opened my mouth to
protest but he slapped me hard across the face before any words came
out.  I felt my face flush red and we locked eyes.  Wearing nipple
bells and dog ears with a tail shoved up my ass, I was in no position
to argue.  I leaned in and started licking his balls, working slowly
lower, trying not to show my disgust.  I guess he must have cleaned
himself in the shower, since it didn't smell as bad as I thought it
might.  Still, gross.

   When he was happy, he pushed me away.

   "Good doggie!" I was told.  "Does my little slut puppy want a reward?"

   I did my best to portray eagerness.  He looked unmoved.

   "Beg me to fuck your little doggie ass, you worthless slut."

   The whole licking thing had killed a little of my enthusiasm, but I
yiffed and ruffed and wagged my tail.

   He sat there.

   I tried to nuzzle his balls with my nose, and I licked his dick.

   He sat there.

   Finally, I turned around and presented my ass to him, wiggling it
enticingly.  I felt him kneel behind me.

   "What does my little doggie want.  It may now speak."

   My arousal was returning.  "Please fuck your little bitch."  I
paused.  "This little slut needs your cock."

   "Where does my bitch want it?"

   "This bitch wants your cock in her-"   *SMACK*   "- in it's asshole."

   I put my head low, and stuck my butt up in the air.  Earlier in the
day I had been daydreaming about tonight, and trying to estimate how
his cock would compare to the bottles and handles that I'd tried
inserting before.  This was about the time I found out.

   He slowly pulled the tail-plug out.  I imagined him watching my
asshole dilate to accommodate the girth of the plug leaving.  I felt
his dick pressing up against my puckered anus, and I tried to relax
and open, but he pulled away after a second.  I looked back just in
time to see him hock and spit on my ass.  We again locked eyes; he was
waiting for me to challenge him, a hard glint in his eyes.  I looked
away.

   He spit again, this time landing a loogie right on my face with
uncanny accuracy.  As if his point hadn't already been sufficiently
made, he roughly pushed a finger into my vagina, illustrating to us
both my nearly oozing arousal.  It was his non-verbal way of saying
that I had no right to object to him spitting in my face (or anywhere
else) when I so clearly got off on it.

   I put my head down again, feeling his spit running down my face and
down my ass.  I felt him pressing again, this time not tentatively but
authoritatively.  I tried to relax, to open, but it still hurt a
little as he moved inexorably forward.  It was feeling of
semi-uncomfortable fullness.

   "Look me in the eyes and thank me," he commanded as he reached full
penetration.

   I could feel all of him inside me.  I turned my head to make eye
contact, and he spit in my face again.  "Thank you for filling this
worthless slut's asshole with your cock."  His eyes bore into me as
his spit once again ran down my face.  I could feel his cock twitching
and pulsing in my asshole.

   "Masturbate yourself to show me how much you like this."

   This was one of those things.  I often masturbated, but somehow it
never felt right to do that in front of someone else.  Even if we were
having sex, touching myself just seemed somehow inappropriate or too
personal.  My session were some of my most intimate time, and being
forced to perform meant sharing that.  And now I was being commanded
to do that while dressed like a dog and with a cock stuffed up my ass.

   I closed my eyes and tried to transport myself.  The position was
one of my favorites, and, as I ran my hand back over my pussy, dipping
into hole and running circles around my clit, it wasn't hard to block
him out and enjoy myself.

   "Look at me."  It was punctuated by his first real thrust.

   I opened my eyes and looked at him.  At his hand still gripping my
leash, at his hard eyes.  I felt him thrusting slowly in my rectum as
I did my best to continue my masturbation.  Maintaining the eye
contact was extremely humiliating, both because it made me feel more
violated to have him staring into my soul, and because it forced me to
stay in the present - to be (and admit to being) fully aware of my
situation, my submission.  I looked back as he moved in and out of my
ass, sodomizing me.  My nerves felt like they were on fire, and my
clit was tingling.  I switched hands to more effectively frig myself
towards orgasm.

   "Do not come without my permission.  Beg me for it."

   I just about to tip over the edge.  Our eyes were still locked, his
cock buried in my ass and my fingers in my cunt, my nipple bells
ringing with each thrust.  I stopped stimulating my clit in an effort
to hold off, as I felt him speed up.  His hands were on my hips for
better leverage as he plowed me with full thrusts.

   "Can I.... this slut.... please?"  I whimpered, having trouble
maintaining coherency, and begged him with my eyes.

   "Beg!"  His face was a mask of concentration, and I knew he was close too.

   "Please let this slut come for you.  Cum in my asshole.  Fuck me!"
The words were too much, and still looking into his eyes, I pushed an
extra finger into my cunt and crashed into an orgasm.  He leaned
forward, crushing me to the ground, desperately thrusting and
skewering me, grabbing onto my breasts, my hips for leverage.  I moved
my hand away from my pussy as I felt him cumming, only to find his
hand forcing its way through instead.  I was super-sensitive
post-orgasm, but he held me down and overpowered my attempts to fend
him off.  When he found his target, I completely lost it, smashing and
exploding through the most intense orgasm of my life, acutely aware of
his cock in my butt, his hands, his teeth on my neck, the pressure of
the nipple clamps.

   ***

   When my senses returned, he was still on top of me, heavy and still
breathing hard.  I felt his limp cock slip from my butt, slimy.  It
was the first time he'd never just walked out when he was done with
me.  Between his breaths I heard him mutter "holy shit."  Best
compliment of my life.





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I just had to write this scene - it had been on my mind all week.
Hope you liked it.


Yours,
Foxbat

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