Author: Sailbad
Title: Violett - I Star in a Sex Show
Part: 5 of 5
Universe: Life of Violett
Summary: Our witty lesbian's narration of beastiality enters the world 
of exhibitionism as she describes dog sex before an awe-struck audience. 
Keywords: les, humor, beast, exhib    


Violett - I Star in a Sex Show    
By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

At the age of twenty-two I started getting my kicks through 
exhibitionism.  It started after I landed my first job and moved in 
with a biker chick who picked me up at a rock concert.  She was a tall, 
muscular blonde, a Nordic war goddess who worked out twice a day, loved 
leather and had the strongest tongue I have ever known.  She enjoyed 
showing me off and she bought me these very revealing costumes of satin 
and suede and then cruised around town with me on the back of her bike.  
We would go on road trips over to Sturgis or up to Telluride.  She 
liked to make me dance in front of her friends after which we would 
dive into our tent for some hot lovin'.  

She was very possessive and demanding which kind of turned me on but I 
didn't let her push me around too much; I'm not putting a tattoo on my 
body for anybody.  It took a lot of prodding but she finally persuaded 
me to strip at a local club on amateur night.  I was nervous as hell 
the first time but I was damn good.  I didn't come out in the typical, 
simple costume that most girls wore, I came out in full regalia, coat, 
hat, skirt, blouse, with all the foundation garments a lady should 
wear, and I didn't just quickly get nude and dance, I actually 
stripped.  I had the dance lessons and gymnastics behind me to put on a 
good show too and after I overcame my nervousness I had captivated the 
place.  I got offers to become a regular but I was afraid someone I 
worked or went to school with might come in some day.  Enticing people 
is fun, shocking them is better.  

After I broke up with the Amazon I had a long, adventurous relationship 
with a punk rocker, we made an interesting couple.  With all of her 
piercings, dark blue hair and shocking wardrobe, she was flamboyant, 
exhibitionistic, and boldly fascinating without being cheap or gaudy.  
I, on the other hand, dressed modestly; classy without being prudish 
and alluring without being slutty – a preppie.  Short skirts had 
finally made a come back and I was made to wear them.  We were polar 
opposites; Angel and The Monster.  Our friends used to tell each of us, 
"Why do you hang around someone like her?"  They couldn’t have 
respected our answer.

We used to delve into public sex just to shock people.  We called it 
Cat and Mouse.  She always played the wild, aggressive seducer while I 
played the demure, sweet victim.  We dressed the parts, too.  She wore 
only torn black stockings and a ripped black dress shirt with a thick 
black stripe painted diagonally across her eyes.  I wore a tiny gray 
pleated skirt, a tight low neck sweater, a big bow in my hair, and a 
shear mesh veil across my eyes.  We both looked like a couple of street 
hookers.  She would slowly stock me as we made our way through 
nightclubs, liquor stores and adult arcades in the red-light part of 
town, teasing and harassing everyone we came across.  When she caught 
me she would pin me to a wall and ravage me, pull my clothes aside and 
grope me or force me to the ground by my hair and shove her cunt in my 
face.  We got some fool to yell "Rape" one time.  It would always end 
up in some real heavy love making, often before we could make it home.

She had a friend who staged "Performance Art" back in its infancy and 
knew about our game.  He hired us to present a work he called "Yin and 
Yang" that we would perform at various wine and brie gatherings.  She 
would enter from one side wearing black buccaneer boots, a black 
corset, long black gloves, and carrying a black cat-o-nine-tails.  I 
would enter from the opposite side in a white merry widow, white 
stockings, white lace gloves, a wedding veil, and carrying a bouquet of 
white roses.  We each wore color-coordinated masks or I doubt if I 
could have done it.  By a carefully choreographed script we would 
circle each other then she would lunge at me in a lip-lock while I 
feigned fear.  After I slowly succumbed to her attentions we would 
collapse into soissant-neuf on the floor amidst drizzling applause.  We 
would suck on each other's gigs for up to an hour while the art crowd 
partied casually above us, occasionally passing comment on the 
"symbolic dichotomy of our rapture".  The first time we got so hot they 
had to literally pull us apart.  

We would do the same act at one of her punk clubs only the crowds were 
nowhere near as politely detached.  Guys would feel us up at will; one 
time two audience members squatted over us and beat off.  I distinctly 
remember some guy's spooge dribbling on my hip and hearing our artist 
friend shouting, "Yes!  Perfect!  PERFECT!"  Weird.  After college she 
and I went our separate ways and I spent the next two years jumping 
from bed to bed making absolutely sure I had exorcized all of my wild 
urges.  

It was then I met the love of my life, Danielle (Danny), another 
lipstick lesbian three years my senior and still my partner to this 
day.  I found her through an ad in the personals column, an 
"attractive, dark, DWF looking to rekindle her Sapphic past".  Our 
personalities and styles suited each other perfectly and the first time 
we kissed - it was love.  

When we met she was mired in a deep depression over her husband running 
off with his receptionist and I made it my mission to resurrect her.  
We restyled her hair, exercised twenty five pounds off of her and got 
her a new wardrobe.  By the time we were finished she was so hot her ex 
begged her to take him back.  The jerk wanted to get in between us for 
a three-way.  She shot him down in flames, absolute vindication.  The 
success really went to her head and she became almost obsessed with 
exclaiming our affair at every opportunity.  She had an intense desire 
to show off to the world the beauty of our bodies and the intensity of 
our lovemaking.  

I don't know how but she found a swingers club that would hire couples 
to put on a live sex show before their festivities began.  They would 
meet at the clubhouse of an apartment complex and we would make love in 
front of them on a mattress on the floor.  They watched us and paired 
up for their own performances as we "worked".  The pay was nice and I 
have to admit we put on a really good show.  Our bodies were both 
perfect in those days and the passion of our deep love for each other 
revealed itself in our sex.  We were repeat performers; they would all 
get very worked up just watching us.  One week they contacted Danny 
with an offer for double the money if she would perform with a dog.  
They were intent on the idea and had been looking all over for an 
attractive participant.  

She leapt at the idea.  She had never done it before and I tried very 
hard to explain to her what she was in for but she was so caught up in 
the beauty of her new body and the power she wielded over an audience 
that her mind was set.  As the week passed and the night approached I 
could tell she was starting to get cold feet.  I drove her to the 
clubhouse that night and waited with her in the kitchen for the guy 
with the dog to arrive and all the members to gather.  She had stripped 
down and put on a robe but her third scotch and soda hadn't made her 
any braver.  A positively greasy looking guy and his roly-poly 
girlfriend finally showed up with what looked like a black lab/great 
dane mix named Jake and Danny finally chickened out.  

I had gotten myself worked up for this possibility and was ready to sex 
it up with Danny myself but the club people insisted they wanted the 
dog show.  Well, I had done it before and we really needed the money so 
I consented to go on for Danny.  I got undressed with the greasy guy 
leering at me all the time while he and his lady took off Jake's collar 
and started putting socks on the front and hind legs.  I knew why the 
socks went on the front paws but I had no idea why they were putting 
socks on his hind legs.  The girl asked me if I had done this before 
and I said I had.  She asked me if I was going to take his knot and 
when I said yes they just looked at each other and smirked.  Greasy Lee 
just kept winking at me and saying, "He's gonna like you jiss fine."  I 
decided it was time to get acquainted with my co-star and knelt down to 
pet him.  He had suddenly realized what he was there for and licked me 
all over as he tried to jump up on me and start humping any part of me 
available.  Danny was grateful for me to take her place but there was 
really no reason for it as I was getting very turned on by the idea of 
a good fucking.  It became time for the show and I just kissed Danny 
tenderly, smiled at her and told her, "Watch this."  

I felt no apprehension about covering my identity, they had all seen me 
nude before as I had seen them all nude.  They had all watched me 
having sex before as I had watched them all having sex.  I entered 
before Jake and slowly strolled around the room with a broad smile and 
my hands on my hips, stopping and posing before couples and groups to 
let them examine my charms before I walked to the dais and knelt; a 
sacrifice presented for their enjoyment.  

They let the dog in from the kitchen and he darted into the room in a 
highly agitated state, prancing among the crowd, who were by that time 
in various stages of undress, and looking for his target.  He found me 
and came to me in a supplicate manner, licked me briefly in the face, 
and then dove down to check out where he planned on planting his fuck-
root.  He lapped at my pouting labia and I rotated over on to my hip, 
grabbed my heel and pushed my leg high into the air in a broad spread.  
He pounced on my crotch and dug his tongue hungrily into my open, 
unprotected gash.  A dog licking is so good.

I rolled on to my back and kept twisting around so that my captivated 
audience could get a good view.  As I writhed, Jake kept stepping over 
my body with his fore paws and then begin to hump at the air above me; 
he knew this girl was his and wanted her bad.  I kept low; not giving 
him any target of chance, to build tension for him, me, and everybody 
else.  Looking around the room I could see my audience was riveted, all 
quiet and just staring at us wide-eyed as hands slowly crept toward 
crotches.  I was enjoying Jake's attentions, I twitched under the jolts 
of tiny orgasms, my body was succumbing to Jake's will, I was slowly 
both physically and mentally yielding myself to Jake's control, a ready 
bitch was about to be presented for his mating.  

When I felt the time was right, I made my last free will choice of the 
evening by offering my sex to Jake for his use.  I rolled on to my 
stomach and then raised myself up onto my knees and elbows - I was 
Jake's now.  He wasted no time, he circled around behind me as I rose 
and waited in position, at the right opportunity his chest bounded onto 
the small of my back and his forelegs encircled my hips in one quick 
motion.  I could tell right away Jake had done this before, his first 
chance to hump something more than air that night and he put himself 
right behind me, centered his hips over my butt and even made a slight 
thrusting adjustment necessary for finding a human vagina rather than a 
canine one.  

I was astounded that a dog that had never had me before could access me 
so easily as I felt his already swollen and distended hood jammed 
firmly against my vulva on the first thrust.  My pussy lips were 
swollen for this kiss.  The only thing I had to do was to arch my back 
down slightly to open my labia a bit for him, his very next thrust was 
right on center and sunk home.  After getting his first solid piece of 
Violett, he used his grip on my waist for leverage and sucked his 
pelvis in tight against my ass.  His third stroke was mostly just an 
extension of his second and I felt that rigid, pointy dog cock pushed 
in almost all the way to my cervix.  

I tensed up instinctively at having something so hard and sharp thrust 
in so deeply and aggressively, I wasn't ready for that.  I knew from 
experience that a dog penis would loose its rigidity once it starts to 
swell out, but that usually takes a while.  I wondered how many pokes 
like that I could take before he puffed out to cushion his spear and my 
vagina would accommodate his attack.  I had also heard somewhere that 
great danes had about the biggest of all dog penises.  A big enough 
knot and he could lock up with me!  For the first time I worried if I 
could take a dog, and what if he tied with me before I could eject him!  
To my side I was relieved to see Greasy Lee stepping toward me and 
anxiously watching my face for any sign to pull Jake off.  I pulled my 
stomach in to try and draw my sensitive uterus from Jake's reach.  A 
tense few seconds passed as Jake worked himself in me and his dick 
puffed up.  

It was going to be OK, I relaxed and Jake became a welcome treat to my 
gig.  Waves of pleasure came and with the threat of pain and injury 
gone I could welcome the orgasms overtaking me.  Jake made himself at 
home on my back, leaning so far over me that his head was craned over 
my shoulder.  Neck and neck, we exchanged breath with each other as we 
strained towards our goals.  His heavy breathing and beastly grunts 
told me I may be leading but I was in no way controlling him.  I knew 
my body was at the mercy of a large, powerful animal consumed by blind 
lust.  Pushing himself forward with his paws on my thighs, he molded 
himself to me for leverage, enhancing our coupling into a full body 
contact.  He was a big dog and his haunches wrapped around the outside 
of my hips and thighs and I felt as though my body were enclosed by his 
like a star fish around an oyster, held captive until his need of me 
was satiated.   

Moving only his hips in that seductive way animals mate, his haunches 
slapped, ground, and crowded against my soft ass.  I could feel his 
muscles rippling and straining against my back, his soft fur on my 
naked skin was a delicious delight all by itself.  His knot was already 
deep in me and that cock of his was feeling real good.  Nature was 
reliably providing for both of us just fine.  Jake was a master.  His 
pounding and bouncing off my ass was delightful and our organs worked 
together brilliantly.  I started cumming big time soon after I relaxed.  
It was a bit of a strain because I had to keep my cunny high enough for 
Jake to hit squarely and at the same time support his weight.  I 
remained still and passive beneath him with my chin held up stoically 
and my eyes cast down demurely.  Out of the corner of my eyes I could 
see the crowd frozen like statues, I actually think they had stopped 
breathing.  They were at the edge of their seats watching in absolute 
disbelief.  They were witnessing this beast's monstrously alien 
appendage perpetrating hell knows what unspeakable atrocities within a 
tender young woman's intimate, feminine province.  Jake and I knew what 
was going on in there, a pleasure exchange disguised as a reproductive 
process.  I was getting off on it so much.  Their gawking awe was 
turning me on and Jake was helping so nicely.  

All that could be heard was the sloppy, rhythmic mashing of Jakes balls 
against my labia.  I could feel a rumble start in Jake's chest that 
soon became a distinct growling that he let out intermittently as he 
fucked.  It was a sensuous indicator of the nature of the exchange 
between us; we were, in spite of diverse biologies and all those 
spectators, two beings sharing intimate sexual gratification.  For the 
benefit of the crowd I started to accompany his orations by softly 
moaning and cooing to him in time with his efforts.  His cock truly was 
getting huge.  He had swollen up to fill my passage and that knot was 
in me solid.  It not only felt good where it was but it was a 
comforting presence that told me this was going to be a long enjoyable 
bond.  His cock had lengthened and its squishy tip was bunched up 
against my cervix and gently rocking my womb with his thrusts.  

I turned my head to look for Danny, I wanted her with me, and I wanted 
to share this with her.  My eye caught Greasy's girlfriend watching us 
pensively from the doorway like a coach watching her protégé.  I wanted 
to tell her she trained him well.  I picked Danny out of the crowd, I 
looked deep into her eyes as a tremendous climax seized me and I felt 
her love going out to me.  

I was amazed by Jake's stamina, in my experience a dog would only hump 
for at most a minute before they fell still and started to spew.  This 
sweet son of a bitch had extended his performance to at least three 
times that.  I had never had such a good fuck in my life from a non-
plastic penis and I was feeling very grateful I had a vagina.  I found 
out why they put socks on Jake's hind legs.  He started a spastic 
torrent of thrusting and began to wail.  He was starting to cum and his 
hind legs came off the floor and clamped around the outside of my 
thighs.  He dug and thrashed with all four legs as though he were 
trying to climb on top of my ass and he drove his hips against my 
crotch violently trying to shove his whole pelvis into me.  His tail 
twisted and curled back and forth between my thighs.  He whined and 
cried as he strained and then he just got very still yet tense.  I 
could feel him issue inside me, the warmth spread from the back of my 
vagina all the way outward.  

Slowly, he began to relax his grip on me as wearily all four legs slid 
down and stood on the floor.  He stood over me panting with his hips 
fastened to my butt by virtue of his knot lodged in me like a button in 
a buttonhole.  His drool fell on my shoulder and his excess emissions 
were seeping out around his implanted penis and dripped from my labia 
onto the mattress.  Our frenzied struggle came to a silent halt and I 
could hear snippets of dialogue in the crowd.  "Wow!  Did he ever get 
in to her."  "Oh look, he's cumming in her!"  "How could she ... filthy 
animal?"  "Why doesn't he pull out?"  "What do you mean 'hung up'?"  
"Is he still cumming?"  "She really liked it, huh?"  I certainly did.  

The whole room was falling out just like that scene in 'Behind the 
Green Door'.  If people weren't undressed before they certainly were 
now.  Every cock in the room was erect.  Within my limited view I could 
see one woman slide down between a man's legs and start deep-throating 
him.  To their side a couple was in a lip lock while masturbating each 
other.  Two men got on the floor behind me to investigate Jake's 
entrenchment and our inter-species violation of natural law.  When they 
got too close Jake whipped his head back and growled at them (‘My 
bitch! Mine!’).

Jake remained still with his pelvis glued to my ass, panting but 
apparently enjoying my cunny.  He eventually got restless, stepped over 
my back and started toward the kitchen.  He threw his hind leg over my 
butt and somehow wrenched himself free of my cunt sooner than I thought 
was possible.  When he pulled free it was with a great sucking sound 
and a loud plop followed by a gush of coital residue spilling between 
my knees.  I was startled by his quick, easy departure; he nearly 
pulled me inside out.  

When the room got their first sight of Jake's equipment they let out a 
distinct exclamation of disbelief, I was astonished myself.  A bright 
red, ten or eleven inch, deformed carrot hung from his pelvis and 
dangled in the open air, still squirting his watery cum in a slow 
steady pulse.  His knot was nearly as big as a baseball and kept his 
hood from drawing his big dick back in.  The raw, obscene thing lolled 
around under his distended sheath looking tender and vulnerable but at 
the same time menacing and indomitable.  Their exclamation was a 
mixture of fascination that dogs carried such weapons and admiration 
that I could completely envelop one.  I looked at that marvelous yet 
hideous thing and thought it the perfect instrument to stuff a pussy 
with, and I so wanted it in me again.  

I sat back on my haunches with my hands on my knees and tried to ease 
my fluttering heart.  I probed my ravaged gig with two fingers, 
everything was fine but I was shakier than I had ever been.  I twirled 
my clitty round in circles, keeping myself stoked.  I looked over 
toward the kitchen and found the girlfriend.  She nodded at me 
knowingly and I smiled back.  Jake stood behind me panting until he 
cooled off and then he plopped down, curled up, and tended to his 
exposed guts with his lapping tongue.  

Sex was breaking out all around us as couples oozed out of the room to 
find a secluded corner while others made resourceful use of couches, 
stools and chairs.  Soon the room was alive with moans and heavy 
breathing, I had started an avalanche.  They obviously thought the show 
was over but Jake and I knew better.  

It took a lot of work but he finally got his red rocket loaded back in 
his launch tube.  He first started sniffing around some of the other 
action in the room but I called him back and assumed the position, 
knees and elbows.  He darted to my ass, sniffed at me with tense 
interest, then lapped at my swollen, soggy gig.  Again, he sprang onto 
my back, his forelegs encircled my hips and he started humping.  I felt 
the wet, pointy head of his dog cock stabbing at my taint and crotch 
from inside his sheath, feeling its way toward my sex.  He found the 
door open so he went in.  

He wasn't as aggressive this time; we were well-accustomed partners now 
and knew what we were going to get from each other.  His fore-legs 
firmly grasped my waist and his fore-paws pressed into the front of my 
thighs while his hind paws dug into the sheet between my knees, 
anxiously tearing at it for better leverage.  He sank the entire boney, 
red shaft in and set about a steady pace.  We had now wrested the 
attention of the crowd away from what they were doing.  For all we 
cared, the audience did not exist; we were simply in our essence a 
penis and a vagina conducting a private exchange.  Jake and I picked up 
right where we left off in the same rhythm and the same moans and 
groans.  

I rested my head on the mattress and watched Jake's claiming of my 
body.  My tits swung lewdly back and forth and my body rocked under the 
labors of the beast now clamped to my butt like a steel girdle.  His 
dick swelled and grew till it filled my whole ‘gina.  It was warm with 
his high body heat and its mottled texture tingled as he churned it in 
me at a frantic pace.  As an orgasm approached I started to feel the 
pleasure of his expanding knot, seizing his freely sliding motion in 
me.  He was expanding and conforming to the contours of my vagina, and 
the soft tip tickling and curling up around my cervix.  We were locked 
together for the duration of our unnatural act and I wouldn't have it 
any other way.  I looked down between my legs and saw my pussy skewered 
by the pink shaft emerging from his furry sheath, his haunches humping 
obscenely against my naked thighs and his slender testicles swinging 
beneath.  The huge dog cock buried within was doing its nature-created 
mission, anchoring itself for deep seeding.  

As I watched that point between us where dog joined woman I couldn't 
tell if my insatiable cunt was selfishly exploiting his body or if his 
opportunistic penis was greedily exploiting mine.  I ground and gyrated 
my butt against his thrusts to lengthen his stroke and enrich the 
experience for both of us.  We violated each other for a long, 
enjoyable ride, then his head started twisting and dodging over each of 
my shoulders and his thrusting became quicker and more desperate until 
he moved like he was caught in some kind of spastic, carnal-lust 
frenzy.  Again he climbed precariously up on to my ass and used all 
four legs to drive into me, almost climbing over the top of me.  With a 
sharp howl he began to unleash a huge flow of dog sperm, a warm pool 
grew deep inside me.  This time I could feel the spurts of dog semen 
actually work their way up his cock with a throb and then squirt into 
the back my puss, my alter of life.  His mating tool relentlessly 
squirted and sprayed, I could feel it spread; oozing around his 
throbbing cock; seeping into my womb.

He had stopped his humping but remained locked tight in his coital 
embrace against my butt with an almost vise-like grip of his forelegs 
around my waist.  His muscles froze, he whined and cried, and he 
strained to keep his dick planted deep.  He didn't unclench himself 
from my butt for almost a minute, unloading all the sperm that nature 
deemed necessary for successful conception.  I was his bitch and that 
was what I was for.  I was enjoying some climactic bliss of my own.  I 
lost myself in it and its intensity washed over me.  I surrendered to 
my body and let the spinning delirium of the orgasm spread through my 
nerves.  His knot kept throbbing right against my g-spot, pushing me to 
come and all I had to do was twiddle my clit a little to set them off.

He released his furtive grip and climbed down from me to support 
himself on his own legs.  He remained standing over my upturned butt, 
panting heavily from his exertion, and still squirting in me with stoic 
disinterest.  He eventually started to get antsy again but this time, 
being unable to pull his cock free from the firm grasp of my vagina, 
all he could do was change his position.  First, he stepped over my 
back so that both of his forelegs stood at my right side.  This left 
his hips high-centered over mine with his hind legs dangling in the 
air.  He remedied this by throwing his left leg over my back so that 
his right leg could touch the mattress.  He eventually slid it on over 
and I could feel his dick twisting in my cunt.  We were tied, knotted, 
locked-up butt-to-butt, just like one of those nature films.  I pulled 
my knees together to hold him in me and raised myself up from my elbows 
on to my hands.  I drew myself into an erect, proud pose to make the 
picture complete: 'Woman Locked in Coitus with an Animal'.  

I was enjoying the subtle pulsation of his knot and orgasms just kept 
rolling on through with his cum running down the insides of my thighs.  
The festivities continued throughout the room; watching me while they 
fucked.  Around me I could hear others in the throes of their climaxes.  
At some point I felt Jake's tail wag on my back and then someone 
kneeling at my side.  It was Danny.  She hugged me, stroked me, pulled 
back my hair and peppered me with kisses.  She lay down beside me and 
then slid beneath me.  Our arms enclosed around each other and I fell 
upon her for a deep kiss.  My joy was complete as my pussy hosted 
Jake's vulgar, desecration and erotic manipulations I had my beloved 
Danny locked in my arms.  I didn't suppress my rich, sensuous moans; I 
was in heaven and lost all track of time.  

Eventually, his knot shrank down and Jake pulled free.  The recoil sent 
me tumbling over Danny.  She rolled over the top of me and replaced her 
mouth with her breast.  She cradled me in her arms and whispered sweet 
things in my ear as I suckled.  The club didn't like the entertainment 
to loiter around after the show so she was anxious to get me snapped 
out of my lust-stupor and out of the room.  I was very weak-kneed but 
she managed to get me to my feet and we wove our way between copulating 
couples to the kitchen.  Once there she dressed both herself and me and 
we got up to leave.  We stepped over Greasy Lee stuffing his ladylove 
silly on the floor as Jake lapped at their conjoined crotches.  When we 
got home Danny gave me a romantic, candle lit bath, put me to bed, and 
then gently stroked lotion into the pussy I had just given to a dog 
until I fell into deep sleep nestled in her arms.  

The very next weekend we went to a local kennel to adopt a retired 
greyhound, carefully choosing the most friendly and "responsive" male 
we could find (jocks make the best lovers).  I remember that first 
night when I coached my beloved through her first inter-species 
intercourse, preparing her, positioning her, assisting her mount, and 
guiding the entry.  I especially liked holding her and watching the 
changes that manifested her as she detached herself to that place in 
their minds where women go while they intimately host a penis.  I slid 
underneath them and wrapped my legs around both of them as I kissed her 
and nibbled on her neck through one mount after another while seminal 
fluid dripped from her snatch onto mine.  I can’t explain how beautiful 
it feels to hold my love in my arms as she gets fucked or as I get 
fucked.  We have had a dog living with us ever since, not so much as a 
regular accompaniment to our lovemaking but as a personal enrichment 
routine; when you’re so horny and you’re all alone.  He’s better than a 
vibrator; he’s a self cleaning fuck machine and automatic home security 
system.

Go be good to yourself.  Wash your hands when you’re done.


By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

  
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