| (dottie, if this story strikes you as inspirational, please do look favourably upon it)cold. thats what it was. fucking cold.his whole life was shivering, this weather. sure...it was 68 during the day, but at night...like 30. thats almost worse, you know...extremes like that. sick weather. hot soup and blanket...but he didn't mind it. not tonight. tonight could shit hail and piss snow, and it wouldn't mean a god itself damn compared to what was about to happen...he'd been over it a million times, in his head, one way or another...just let it happen. let whatever is going to be, be...don't try and direct things...don't fuck this up...this is going to be pure heaven, if you just get out of the way and let it...don't be the director....thats not your place tonight. riiiiigghttt....all this, he thinks in a bubble over his head as he one last time adjusts the angle of the tripod, peers into the viewfinder, and once again moves the lights to accomodate...no, compensate...no, the first was...SHIT!!! here he was, on the cusp of trancendentally orgasmic gratification, a consumation of every aspect of fetishistic taboo he'd ever longed for...and all he could do was fuss over camera placement and optimal lighting...she told him, for the last time, that he was really just picking nits, and ought play a hand of "chill the fuck out". and looking into her eyes, and glancing over at the ginormous dog in the corner, he seemed to come to, and relented at last...the show was to begin...and so now our narrative falls into the eyes of the viewfinder, and we're greeted with the vision of a bare floor, orange carpet, and the figure of a gorgeous woman taking center frame. her outfit stuns in its immediacy....boycut panties and a camosile of pure cotton, both pinkish-reddish...she strikes a few poses for posterity, then out of nowhere BAM...she's wetting herself with anticipation of what is to come. he's off behind the camera, but coming forward now, directed by the forces of burned in passion, and cupping her panties as she fills them seems to overwhelm him into trance...he knew he was in for his dream, so he fell asleep...and as he dreamt...he felt the most incredible things...he laid her down, and watched as she let her stream go so high, and rain down upon her pretty top...and when her mind snapped, and begged of him to drench her with his own desires, how she was flooded...her hound coming forth to lick the golden liquid which was pleasing her so...now she was desperate for a taste, something valid to fill her being with all the joy that she'd felt til then...something even warmer than his piss that told her she was still entirely her own...and with the warmest of welcomes, the dog's penis slipped into her mouth like it knew where it belonged, and before long...she was covered with his semen...his window was open. his fears were silly at best. it was his own camera, it was his own home....nothing could stop him if he wanted to sample the joy she felt....and like nothing, his face descended upon that dogcock, and was immediately covered with that dog's tremendous ejaculate...and as the dog excreted its happiness with the meeting, so did the lovelee girl herself, pissing out everything she'd been filled with, so that it covered her head to toe, and all the while being covered with his piss to boot....for after all, every drop counts...and seh was a lady who kept count of her special lovers....NEXT PART SOON.... |
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