index


Message-ID: <63645asstr$1450123804@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: RavensDrkGothic@aol.com
Full-name: RavensDrkGothic
Subject: {ASSM} Bus Monitor 7
Lines: 179
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2015 15:10:04 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


 
Bus Monitor 7 
 
    The stately mansion of the Vanderbilt  Estate in Hyde Park a truly 
beautiful site.  Situated on the bank of the  Hudson River, about 6 miles north 
of Poughkeepsie.  Now a National  Park.  As we pull through the stone 
columns of the gates and drive over the  stone bridges to the estate proper such 
opulence was common for the barons of  the Hudson. 
    Marcus' estate and building though on  the Hudson river shoreline, 
nothing compared to this.  The buildiing  imposing having thirty or forty rooms, 
who knows, set against the river in the  background.  The stone columns and 
ornated carvings setting off the beauty  of a foregone age.  The acreage is 
hundreds of manicured ground and  gardens.  Now a park for all to find 
pleausre in throughout the  year.
    The fifteen mile per hour speed limit  strictly enforced on the miles 
of now blacktopped roads.  A place for many  to walk and get their exercise 
and still enjoy nature.
    The hummer weaving up the hill to the  mansion and then to the parking 
area.  Brianna sitting next to Marcus and  me in the back seat. Idling for a 
moment as Brianna teases Marcus, then  driving forward again.  North along 
the road and then down the steep hill  to Bard Rock, as parking area on the 
river line.  The small parking lot of  maybe 12 spaces empty.  The river 
looking cold as a slight breeze ripples  the dark water.
    Pulling into a spot facing the river,  and sitting back listening to 
Marcus and Brianna making out.  Knowing that  he does it purposely with me in 
the vehicle.  To make me jealous, to let me  hear how Brianna adores his 
body and will do whatever he asks of her.  He  loves his power over women. 
    "Take the pet for a walk Ms Rust,  exercise him."  Still using my 
surname with the sarcasm.  He might  well had said, "take the pet for a walk Ms 
Slut."  It is how he thinks of  me and I think all women.  No respect.  
Though I don't think I am  really deserving of respect.  "Up the wooded trail and 
back Patrice.   And you can take your time we will be busy."
    Opening the back door and sliding  out, and then going around to the 
back and letting out the Spanish Mastiff, also  known as El Cid.  A 
magnificient specimen of canine flesh.  Huge and  white, imposing stature as I clip a 
lease to his collar.  Then closing the  back of the hummer, to the sounds of 
moans.  I walk  to the trail,  leading behind the mansion, along the river 
and railroad tracks.  Not sure  I am dressed for this hiking, yes it is 
through the woods   here on a  path, no blacktop.  Wearing a wool skirt down to 
my knees and thigh hi  tights, a hoody over my blouse and flats. 
    So happy that I wore these flats as  we start along the path. No snow 
or ice on the ground, other then some skim  ice where water runs across the 
road to the river.  The mastiff having me  by a 100 pounds more or less.  
Eager to be moving, almost dragging me  up the trail.  Not able to break the 
trot as he sniffs at the trees and  ground and scant vegetation.  At least 
here I won't need to clean up his  soil, well as long as he doesn't do it in 
the middle of the path.    Watching him find a likely spot, a large rock and 
lifting one leg, exposing his  cock and shooting a stream of warm urine 
against the cool surface.  Seeing  the steam form as hot and cold meet.  
Fascinated as I really have not had  much exposure to canines.  Then the dog almost 
running as he pulls my arm  holding the leash.  Long minutes of this semi 
jog and I am  winded.  My breathing hard as I gasp for a moment of rest; but 
the dog is  endless in stamina it seems.  Finally pulling him to a stop and 
resting, as  my lungs gulp starving for oxygen.  Feeling my legs aching, 
knowing that a  few days ago, I was aching and breathing heavy for a very 
different reason with  this canine.  The dog antsy as I stand leaning against a  
tree. 
    Finally feeling like I can continue,  or at least at this point go back 
to the vehicle.  Lets see, 10 minutes on  the run, and another 10 or more 
to get back, should give them plenty of time to  fuck.  Bastard, I think as 
we return down the trail, finally passing a  woman with her headphones as as 
she briskly walks along the trail.  Nodding  to her and a quick, "good 
morning" and she is quickly disappearing behind  us.  Wondering if she is doing 
the whole circuit that I think is about 3.5  miles or is it 4.5.  Either way 
it is a lot of up and down hill. A  great stretch of the legs.  Again 
feeling my calves aching as the Spanish  Mastiff leads me on his leash, dragging 
me along the path, as we head  back.  Almost tripping a few times as he seems 
to have found his second  wind and I have just a numbness in my arm from 
holding to the leash.  Talk  about a workout.
    The post to the trail just ahead and  surely not too soon.  Walking to 
the entrance and looking at the Hummer by  the river.  Seeing Marcus and 
Brianna standing looking out at the  river.  His hand possessively cupping her 
ass cheek.  Feeling a flush  of anger then taking a deep breath and walking 
from the trees to the parking  lot.  Yes, Brianna and I have become more 
than "just friends".  Lovers  might be a term.  Marcus goes out of his way to 
control me by his control  of Brianna and Brianna by his control over me.  
The young and the old of  his whores.
    Breathless as I walk up to them, his  hand purposely reaching to 
squeeze her breast.  Eyes moving to his hand and  then back to his face as he 
releases Brianna and reaching out hands her the  leash.  His body pressing 
against me, pinning me to the front of the  hummer, his large hand sliding down 
and moving up under my skirt.  The  fingers lifting the hem, exposing the 
thighs highs and the bare flesh  above.  Shivering as the cold air caresses my 
upper thighs.  His hand  moving to the "Y" of my body, hand palming my 
labia, squeezing softly, then more  firmly as my body leans over.  My hand 
reaching to touch his outside my  dress, trying to make him release the sensitive 
flesh, as I moan with pain as  much as with pleasure.  Then feeling his 
fingers, brushing the thong to the  side and fingers pushing against my pussy 
lips.  Probing the warm flesh,  that is not ready for his intrusion.  The dry 
walls resisting his  entrance.
    Feeling the slap of his other hand  against my still sore cheek.  The 
sudden pain, catching me off guard as my  head flies to the side.  A small 
scream escaping my lips.  Brianna  jerking as if she felt the blow herself.  
The fingers now cruelly mauling  my pubes.  
"Did you exercise El Cid or not  you stupid old white whore?"  His question 
loud in the cold air.  My  mouth wanting to scream again as I feel the pain 
of his fingers, but instead  biting out an answer.  "Yes, we jogged a good 
part of the trail and  back." 
    Turning around and grabbing the leash  from Brianna, then handing it to 
me.  "Get over there you dried up cunt and  exercise him.  If you don't 
know what I mean you fucking asshole, I will  have Brianna service him and you 
can watch."  The realization of his words,  quickly coming to me.  Looking 
to Brianna and the look of horror on her  face, then back to Marcus.  Mutely 
taking the leash and leading the dog to  the side of the parking lot, where 
there are rocks and trees.  Not looking  back but feeling the eyes of Marcus 
and Brianna following me.  Stopping in  and open area to the river, but 
semi-hidden from the parking area and not sure  what to do.  Kneeling down and 
reaching under the dog, finding a sheath and  a mostly hidden dog penis.  My 
hand reaching gingerly and stroking the  hidden cock as I still hold onto 
the leash.  Feeling the bitter cold as I  awkwardly pull up my skirt and 
begin to massage my labia and pubes.  The  cold making it difficult to find 
sexuallity in what I am doing.  Slowly the  lubrication oiling the channel and 
wetting my fingers.  Pulling them from  between my legs and offering them to 
El Cid.  The licking at the fingers,  his tongue almost covering them as the 
supple muscel wraps around eagerly.   Feeling an agitation as his cock 
noticiably lengthens as my fingers pull at the  sheath.  Feeling the warm slick 
head as it protrubes, my fingers feeding  more of my juices to the orally 
fixated canine.  His nose leading him to  the scent and his massive head 
pushing me over onto my ass as he nuzzles between  my legs.  Licking my thighs 
and pubes, the wet tongue slobbering thick  saliva on my lower body.  Just 
trying to protect myself as his licks are  actually keeping me pinned to the 
ground.  My hand still on his leash, the  one on his organ pulled off by the 
sudden tumble.  My view telling me that  he need no manual stimulation as the 
red tip is extended from his  sheath.
    Looking up and seeing Brianna and  Marcus standing over me as I feel 
the dog, licking exciting me with his  tongue.  Moaning as I look up, my face 
flushing as I still see a look of  horror on Brianna's face.  "Get up and 
let him fuck you like the white cock  whore bitch you are."  Struggling as the 
nose and tongue keep pressing into  my crotch.  Finally rolling onto all 
fours, my skirt shoved up my thighs  exposing my wide ass cheeks.  The dog 
still licking as I watch Marcus  rubbing his cock and pulling it free, as he 
watches me struggling to be the  bitch for his dog.  Finally reaching between 
my legs and grabbing the tip  of his cock as he lifts up, growling and his 
sharp claws and weight settle on my  back, bowing my arms to the ground.  His 
front paws clasping around my  waist, as I guide the long red cock to my 
swollen pussy lips.  Feeling the  huge dog, thrust forward and spear me with 
his first thrust.  The cock  sliding into the lubed entrance, pushing my 
walls apart as he walks up behind me  on his hind legs, and thrusts repeatedly 
in very little time, into my  pussy.  Moaning as I feel the fullness as the 
cock is quickly buried to the  slowly buidling knot.  My fingers reaching 
back trying to keep it from  entering my body, Corking my cunt.  "Let him not 
you bitch."  Dropping  my hand to brace myself as I feel the knob being 
shoved into my warm moist  tunnel. The cum already spurting from his small round 
pee hole.  The  warm liquid heating up my pussy. Raising my head and seeing 
behind Brianna  who is grasping a tree trunk as he fucks her from behind.
    Trying to catch my breath as the  repeated slamming of his shaft has 
now pushed the knot into my entrance, lodging  it so that his cum will not 
escape and fail to breed his bitch.  The  thrusts now spurting a copious amount 
of thicker white cum into my cunt.   Seeding my womb with his potent cum.
    Locked to my canine lover, feeling  the stones biting into my knees as 
his weight pushes me into the hard  ground.  His haunches not jerking now as 
I feel the warm spurts lessen  inside my cunt.  Watching Marcus fuck my 
Brianna and step away from her as  he seeds the young girl.  Then seeing the 
thick white cum oozing from her  swollen pussy lips as she standing still 
grasping the tree trunk for a few  seconds.  Followoing him back to the vehicle 
with a sad look at me, her  smile an attempt to cheer me up.  My cunt 
muscles sqeezing the hard doggie  cock, milking it as long and now cold minutes 
the knot remains  swollen. 
    Hearing the harsh words of  humiliation as I walk back to the vehicle 
finally free of my lover.  "Her  lover finally let his bitch free.  Wonder if 
we will have a litter of  puppies soon around the mansion."  His laughter 
cruel and cutting into my  stripped naked ego.  Feeling the dog cum sliding 
down my legs and coating  my labia and thighs as I walk weak legged.  My 
pussy lips bruised with the  brutal canine fucking.  Letting the dog in the back 
and climbing in  behind  Marcus and Brianna.  "Don't sit on the seats 
bitch, kneel on  the floor like the bitch you are."
    
     
<1st attachment begin>

<HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy>
<1st attachment end>

----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+


  index