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Rendezvous of Desires

     Angie walked into the bar around eight o’clock on
Friday night, her stomach absolutely a flutter with
butterflies.  It was a seed, dark biker bar, and she was
rather out of place.  She used to hang out in such places in
her wilder days, but she had calmed down some in recent
years.  Relatively – most people would probably think she
was still pretty wild.  And she was here now to rekindle
that wildness.  This was huge step for her, and along with
her nervousness, she was totally hot with excitement.

     Though forty, Angie did not look it, and certainly
didn’t act it.  She was a couple inches over five feet tall,
her cute face framed by her blondish hair.  Her blue eyes
scanned the room, watching as the bikers and thugs who
seemed to frequent this place all turned and looked at her.
The bartender was a large guy, maybe fifty, with thinning
grew hair.  He stood well over six feet and had a thick gut,
though it was obvious he could act as bouncer if the need
be.  Angie was surprised to see a dog in here: a huge German
Shepard.  The animal lay in front of the bar, his chain
wrapped around the metal footrest.  The dog regarded the
door without interest; he seemed content to just lie there
and stare.

     There were only a few other women: the waitress, early
twenties, and two older ladies, or at least they looked
older a little older than Angie.  The women were dressed in
jeans and ratty t-shirts, and the waitress in a tight denim
skirt and light blue blouse that was unbuttoned to show her
cleavage.  Angie, by far, was the slut of the group, wearing
a tight white tank top and a very short black shirt – so
short that if she bent over, the hem would raise up high
enough to expose her entire ass.  And anyone looking would
get an eyeful – she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all, not
panties, not a bra.  Her hard nipples were already poking
through her shirt – she was sure they were obvious to
everyone.

     Though a little embarrassed to be dressed so
provocatively in such a rough crowd, and having everyone
openly staring at her like this, she held herself high and
walked to one of the tables and sat down.  It was a small
round table, high off the ground and no skirting or table
cloth.  She sat on a bar stool, facing the room, sure that
she was flashing anyone who took a peek.  Judging from the
stares, there were a few.

     She scanned the crowd, studying each of the men in
turn.  Angie was looking for someone, but she had never seen
his face.  She knew he was young – twenty-five – heavy,
broad, strong, with dark hair, and just under six feet tall.
Unfortunately, of the fifteen men, that described a few of
them in this place, and she had no way of telling if any of
them were whom she sought.  Their gazes gave nothing away,
no sense of recognition – he knew what she looked like and
knew what she would be wearing for this encounter.  Maybe he
wasn’t even here yet.

     The waitress came up to her, and Angie ordered a beer
for her wait.  Most of the patrons had gone back to talking
or playing pool, but she noticed, as she sipped her drink,
that most of the men were stealing quick glances at her
direction, and most eyes were not going to her face, but at
her legs.  She blushed a little, now sure that she was
flashing her bare pussy to most of the bar, but that
knowledge excited her even more.  This is what he had told
her to do, so she did it, and she liked it.

     She had been waiting for nearly half an hour, and the
only a couple of men had shown up in that time, bikers by
the look of them, but they were too old to be him.  She
watched as they joined a group of men playing pool; the ones
playing nodded in Angie's direction, and the new comers
immediately looked over at her, their gaze sliding down her
body from her face to her thighs, and there their eyes
stopped and grew wide.

     Angie started in on her third beer, wondering if she
had been stood up, and surprised that no one in the bar had
approached her.  The waitress approached her, which Angie
thought was odd since she was not sporting an empty mug.
The waitress smiled a bit, seeming embarrassed.  She was a
cute little thing – petite girl, but nice display of
cleavage, and a sweet demeanor.

     “Um,” she started, fidgeting a bit, a rosy blush
coloring her cheeks.  “One of the guys over there,” she
nodded vaguely in the direction of some of the guys, “says
that he can see your cunt.”  When she said that, her face
turned fully red and she looked down at her feet.

     Angie was shocked and embarrassed, both at her own
predicament, and for the waitress too.  She couldn’t believe
this girl had just said that.  Angie would have expected her
to edit herself.

     The waitress continued before Angie could reply.  Her
blush grew deeper with every word.  “He wanted to know if
you would play with it, too.”  After saying that, the
waitress, bright red from chest to hairline, rushed off
behind the bar.

     Angie looked over at the indicated group.  One of them
met her eyes and nodded at her.  She guessed he was the one
who had made the request.  She held his gave and smiles,
letting one hand drift down below the table and between her
thighs.  She stroked her freshly shaven slit, loving the
soft, smoothness of her slicked up flesh.  She was wetter
than she had expected, and as soon as her fingers flicked
across her clit, a small shudder rippled through her body.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out, which only made her
look more erotic.

     The show went on for nearly ten minutes, that that one
man never stopped openly watching her.  Some of the others
tried their best to not be obvious as their eyes gravitated
towards her lewd display.  They would look away when they
realized they were staring, but they couldn’t help but turn
back soon after.  It wasn’t enough attention to get her off,
but they exhibitionistic display turned her on immensely,
and her little caress only got her hotter and wetter by the
moment.  She could smell her excitement, and that was an
incredible high.

     The waitress returned, blushing again, bringing Angie a
fourth beer – she had drained the third while playing with
her clit.  Angie didn’t stop touching herself even when the
waitress was so close – the girl knew what Angie was doing,
after all.  By now, everyone in the place did.  “Um, he
wanted you to meet him in the bathroom.”

     Angie looked back up to where he had been sitting, but
he was gone now.  Angie grinned and thanked the waitress.
She stood, smoothed out her skirt, and headed for the
restrooms.  She strolled right past the ladies’ room and
entered the men’s room.  It was a small, foul little room.
It smelled of mold and thick, wet air; the lingering shit
scent faded in and out of detectibility.  There was one
urinal and one stall, the door hanging nearly off the
hinges.  The tiles were dirty and cracked, the grout between
them staled black and green.  This was one of the worst
restrooms she had seen.

     He was standing at the sink and regarded her reflection
in the cracked mirror.  “That was quite the show,” he said,
turning towards her.  His cock was out and jutting towards
her, solid as steel.  “Now get over here.”

     Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she could
barely breathe.  She rushed to him, taking his cock in her
hand and stroking it gently.  She had been hot before, but
now she was so turned on she could barely stay standing.
This moment had been a long time in coming, and now that she
was here, it was far more exciting than any fantasy that had
played through her mind.

     His name was Dorian, or at least, that was the name he
had given her.  Whether it was his first name or last or
even fake, she did not know.  She didn’t care, either; names
did not matter.  They had been emailing on-line for a while,
speaking of kinks and fantasies, doing their best to excite
the other with their letters.  She had some amazing orgasms
reading his messages to her, and the thought of him doing
the same to her emails always got her super horny.  And now
not only were they fulfilling the fantasy of meeting, but so
far, he was doing to her all the things his emails had
promised.  She had no doubt that this was only the
beginning.

     He grabbed her by the shoulders, and twisted her
around, shifting both of them.  Angie was leaning over the
urinal, her breasts pressing into the top of the dirty
porcelain.  Her crotch pressed into the little scoop at the
bottom, and her legs felt the cold kiss it against her hot
skin.

     He slipped his cock up inside of her sloppy cunt
without a word.  He reached around her body, sliding his
hand up the front of her shirt.  He cupped her breasts in
each hand and he pinched her nipples hard between his thumb
and index fingers.  She cried out in delight, loving how
rough he was being.  He squeezed as hard as he could,
pulling her nipples and twistingly harshly.  He was mauling
her, hurting her, and she loved it!  Angie started to wiggle
her ass; she didn’t have much room, pressed as tight as she
was against the urinal, but she humped her hips as best she
could against his pelvis.  Quick, shallow strokes, that was
the best she could do, and that only got her more
frustrated.  She was so fucking horny, she needed it hard,
and she couldn’t get it.

     “Please,” she hissed.  He yanked her nipples hard and
she cried out again, her cunt quaking around his pole from
the intensity of the pain exploding through her tits.
“Please, god, please!  Fuck me!”  She didn’t care who heard
her, it didn’t matter.  She would give the whole bar a show
if it got her what she wanted.

     Dorian took over fucking her, pulling back and driving
his whole body into her, crushing her into the urinal with
every thrust.  It was exactly what she needed, and Angie
screamed her delight.  As turned on as she was, it didn’t
take her long to each bliss; she came hard, quivering
against the urinal as she moaned loudly.

     He kept fucking her, slamming into her bodily, driving
her harder onto the urinal.  She was on her tip-toes,
needing the extra height to get her legs around the jutting
base of the urinal.  He was pulling out completely and
driving his entire shaft up into her with every stroke.  It
wasn’t long until she was cumming again, her body shaking
with pleasure.

     He slowed his pace as her second orgasm subsided.
Angie became aware that they were not alone in the bathroom.
She glanced around to see one man coming out of the stall,
his eyes devouring the site appreciatively.  The waitress
was also there, standing at the sink, her eyes glued on
Angie and Dorian.  Someone had said something, but Angie
hadn’t caught it.

     Dorian’s mouth was at her ear, whispering.  “She asked
if you could piss.  You think you can do that?”

     Angie nodded, excited by her audience.  The man left
the restroom, leaving the threesome alone.  The waitress,
now feeling a bit freer without the fourth wheel, sat on the
edge of the sink counter and hiked up her skirt.  She
reached into her shirt and started to massage on of her
pert, young tits with one hand as she stroked her cunt
through her panties with the other.

     Angie kept her eyes on the girl.  It was damn exciting
to have her wanking off as she watched Angie.  Even after
two orgasms, she was only getting hornier.

     After three beers and a hardcore fucking, Angie did
have to go, but it seemed Dorian wasn’t planning on removing
his cock from her pussy.  She had never tried to piss with a
guy in her before; the idea was incredible appealing.

     Angie calmed herself and concentrated.  She wasn’t in a
good position for what she was going, but the urinal bowl
was right between her legs, so at least she wasn’t making a
mess on the floor.  It took a few moments of relaxing to
coax her piss out, but soon the trickle started, and soon
after, she had a real flow spraying out from her piss hole
and into the urinal.  Some of the drops were splashing back
against her legs and hips, and she felt some small streams
sliding across her smooth skin and down to Dorian’s cock.

     The waitress moaned loudly as her hand rubbed her
crotch.  She freed both of her tits from the cups of her
bra, letting them bounce freely before Angie’s eyes as she
played with each in turn.  The waitress’s gazed was locked
hard on Angie’s pissing cunt, and she licked her lips
subconsciously as she watched.

     Angie loved the feeling of relief coupled with the
lewdness of her shameless display and the feeling of a cock
buried inside of her through the whole thing.  She only
wished she had to go more to keep this deliciously erotic
scene going.  But soon, her piss trickled to an end.  She
squeezed, fighting to push out those last couple squirts,
and her hard squeezes caused both her and Dorian to moan as
her cunt clenched tightly around his cock.

     “She hasn’t cum yet,” Dorian noted.  “You should take
care of that.”

     Angie nodded, and he stepped back, slowly removing his
throbbing dick from her wet box.  Angie knelt on the floor
in front of the waitress, pulled the girl’s panties aside,
and lowered her mouth to her cunt.  She girl was soaking wet
with pussy juice, and Angie lapped hungrily at her sex.  She
had some experience with women, having been in a few
threesomes before, and she adored eating girls out.  She
licked and sucked on the girl’s clit, eliciting grunts and
groans from the younger woman.

     Angie was looking up at the girl’s tits and her face,
so she caught the glance the waitress shot Dorian, who was
standing behind Angie somewhere, she assumed watching this
display.  She couldn’t see how Dorian responded to the look,
but the waitress grinned and closed her eyes, as if
concentrating.

     A rush of warmth exploded across Angie face and the
salty taste of piss filled her mouth.  The waitress was
pissing on her as she ate her out.  The golden liquid poured
across Angie’s cheeks and down her neck, soaking into her
white shirt.  The waitress was going nuts, her breath seemed
caught in her throat as her body bucked and humped against
Angie’s mouth.  Angie held the girl’s hips steady with her
hands to keep her from slipping off the counter.  She just
get licking and sucking, loving the feeling of the piss
washing over her body.

     Suddenly there was more of it, too.  A stream
splattered against the back of her head, soaking her air.
Dorian was joining the waitress in showering Angie’s body,
hosing her down.  It was a forceful stream, and he directed
his flow all over, walking around her to make sure her hair
and shirt were completely and totally sopping wet – he
noticed her had stripped naked, too, while he was behind
her, and her eyes delighted as she glanced over his body.

     Dorian aimed his stream at the waitress’s crotch,
adding his piss to her own that splattered across Angie’s
face and into her mouth as she ate away at the girl’s cunt.
His golden shower struck her right on the clit when Angie’s
tongue wasn’t in the way.

     Neither of them were done pissing when the waitress
came.  She was screaming out at the top of her lungs, “Oh
shit!  Oh shit!” over and over.  It was a hard and long cum,
and Angie never let up on her slit.  The waitress’s bladder
emptied before her orgasm stopped, but Dorian was still
going strong, spraying her cunt with his urine as her
breathing calmed through the after glow.  The waitress
didn’t move until he was spent, she just sat there, her legs
spread and her back leaning against the wall as he pissed on
her, a look of complete contentment and satisfaction of her
face.

     Angie watched Dorian finish up pissing on the girl.
His eyes were on her, and his lust was visible – she could
feel it in her body as he looked her over.  She was dripping
wet, every bit of fabric soaked through; her shirt was
transparent and now tinged with a yellow color.  Her nipples
were clearly visible though her shirt.  She was kneeling in
a pool of piss.

     “You know what I want, don’t you?”

     Angie smiled and nodded.  Still one her knees, she
moved over to him so that his cock was right before her
mouth.  Her tongue flicked out and licked the head, catching
some of the salty flavor of piss on his skin.  The waitress
was drying her legs and thighs as best she could with taper
towels.  It seemed that her involvement was finished and she
was cleaning up to back to her tables, but her presence
would not deter Dorian from getting want he wanted.

     He grabbed hold of Angie’s hair, pulling her head back
to look into her eyes.  She trembled beneath him, subject to
his strength and desire.  “Are you ready for this, you slut?
You ready to give me want I want?”

     She nodded, allowing herself to be completely dominated
by this will.  He grinned, the look both vicious and hungry,
and he drove her face onto his cock, forcing the whole thing
deep into her mouth.  He held her there, pushing harder and
further, forcing her face into his pelvis and driving his
cock deeper inside.  She gagged as his thick, throbbing dick
tickled the back of her mouth, and he pushed himself even
hard into her.  She gagged again, and then a third time.

     And then she heaved.  Her stomach unleashed its
contents to ward off the unwelcome invader of her throat;
her puke filled her mouth and exploded out from her lips,
coating his cock and splattering his thighs and pelvis.

     He moaned in joy and clutched her close, letting his
cock trigger another wave of vomit to spew from her mouth.
“A fuck, yeah.  God, that’s so hot!”  He pulled back, then
plowed hard into her mouth, once more gagging her and making
her spew up.

     Angie loved the feel of his slimy cock in her mouth and
the thick coating of puke that coated his skin.  He fucked
her mouth hard, every thrust making her gag, most of them
making her vomit, too.   When he pulled out and thrust back
in, any that she held in her mouth was forced out, covering
her face and facing in thick, splatters onto her wet tits.
She had it in her hair, too, from the splashing of it
against his body.

     She felt so sexy, drenched with piss, her face covered
in her vomit, and being used like a total slut in this
disgusting bathroom.  She was actually disappointed when
Dorian groaned came.  The first blast shot into her mouth,
but he pulled it out and sprayed her gooked up face with his
spunk, leaving white blasts across her cheeks and in her
hair.  He then slid his cock pack into her mouth so she
could suck away the last trickles of cum that leaked out as
he began to go soft.

     “God, that was amazing,” he hissed, catching his
breath.  Their eyes met, and he was smiling happily at her.
She couldn’t help but return the smile, his cock still
between her lips.  “Look you.  Fuck, you look so fucking
hot!”

     His cock was half soft, but she felt it stirring back
to life in her mouth, getting hard once again.  “I could
fuck your mouth like that all night.”

     “You can,” Angie replied.  The waitress had left
sometime during that savage throat-fuck, but Angie was sure
she had been in the room when she first vomited on Dorian’s
cock.

     He shook his head.  “Not yet.  There’s more.”  She was
confused, and it showed.  “Ha.  Don’t worry, you’re not done
yet.  You need to go out there.  Across the room from the
restrooms, there is an exit to an alley around back.  You
are going to walk through the room, tell everyone out there
that you are ready for anyone who wants to get some, and the
go out through that exit.  Don’t worry; I’ll be out shortly
after you.”

     Angie was scared again.  She had given everyone in the
bar a show, and she knew that most of them saw her and the
waitress come into the men’s room, they probably also heard
everything that had gone on in there.  She was embarrassed
to go out before them, now, as wet and messy as she was now.
Not only go out there, but to offer herself to those
strangers!

     God, she was so horny right now, she could barely get
to her feet!  Dorian lifted her from the ground, giving her
ass a hard slap as he ushered her out the door.

     As she expected, all eyes were on her, even the
waitress who was delivering drinks to a table – she gave
Angie a smile and a wink.  There were less people now, only
ten men and the bartender and the waitress.  The others had
left, probably disgusted by the sounds from the bathroom.

     She made her announcement while she had everyone’s
attention.  “I’m going out to the alley.  Anyone who wants
to join me would be welcome.”  She left it at that, figuring
they would understand her meaning.  She strolled across the
bar, trying to act casual as piss dripped from her body and
puke slid down her race, under her shirt, and across her
tits and stomach down to her skirt.

     She went out the door, and just as Dorian had said, it
led to an alley.  It was dim, lit by only one over-head
light, and that wasn’t much.  The alley did empty into a
street, but it was not a busy road, only the occasion car
passing by, and she was all the way in the back of the
alley, anyway.  She could be seen if looked for, she was
sure, but any random passer-by would probably miss her.
     
     But it was doubtful they would miss the crowd.  Every
one of the ten guys in the building followed her out, all of
them cheering and chatting with each other.  Angie was
amazed.

     One of the men, the biggest one of the bunch, grabbed
her and ripped her shirt off of her and tore away her skirt,
throwing both into the near-by dumpster.  He leered at her,
staring at her nakedness.  “You’re some piece, bitch.  We
was wondering if that fella was gonna share of just keep you
to himself.”
     
     “Yeah, you filth whore,” one of the other guys sneered
as he pulled down his pants to reveal his hard cock.  “All
that screamin’ and hollerin’  - we were gonna break the
fucking door down!”
     
     “And playing with you cunt like that – you slut!”
     
     The men were shouting at her, berating her for her
lewdness and her wanton behavior.  They were stripping off
their pants, and each and every one of them was sporting a
hard, angry cock.
     
     The large one holding her spun her and bent her at the
waist.  He slammed his cock up into her twat, the forceful
entry making her cry out.  And then her mouth was filled
with another cock as one of the guys took advantage of the
opening.
     
     “Damn, she’s fucking wet!  What a slut!”
     
     “Shit, man, she smells worse than that fucking
bathroom!”  The men all laughed as they crowded around her.
Most were slowly wanking to the sight of Angie being fucked
in her mouth and cunt; she reached out and took hold of a
cock in each hand and pumped them for herself.
     
     The man fucked her mouth hard, like Dorian had done,
and was driving his cock deep into her throat.  She gagged
once, and he shoved again, not caring.  And once more she
exploded, spewing forth her thick, slimy puke all over his
cock and balls.

     “Shit!” the guy exclaimed, jumping back.  Some of the
other guys near by did the same, though the one fucking her
hard from behind just laughed.  Angie’s mouth gaped open,
some of her vomit still lingering on her tongue and by her
teeth.
     
     “That’s disgusting!”
     
     “So that’s what the smell was.”
     
     “It sounded like that – “
     
     “Shit, look at her!”
     
     “What a fucking slut – “
     
     “She wants it back in her mouth!”
     
     The man stepped back up and shoved his puke coated tool
deep into her mouth.  She wrapped her lips tightly around it
and licked and sucked savagely on the shaft.  “Aw, god!
What a dirty whore!  She's sucking me clean!”
     
     “Do it again!”
     
     “Yeah!”
     
     Angie’s eager mouth as attacked once more as the biker
forced his dick as far back into her mouth as he could, once
more hitting her gag reflex and getting her to spew all over
him.
     
     “Fuck, that’s great!”
     
     “Yeah?  I wanna try that!”
     
     “Yeah, I want to gag the cock-sucker, too!”
     
     “Fuck off!  I ain’t done yet!”
     
     “Shit, this fucking bitching is one hot fuck!”
     
     The guy behind Angie shot his load into her cunt,
filling her with his seed.  He stepped back, laughing.
“Sloppy seconds, anyone?”  The next cock was in her cunt in
an instant, pounding away like a jackhammer.  The man
fucking her mouth finished quickly too, but h added his cum
to the mess Dorian had started on her face.  One of the
other gag-enthusiast leapt into her throat and started
pounding away until she was gagging and puking on him, too.
     
     Angie was in total bliss, cocks all around her, one in
each hand, another forcing its way down her throat, and a
fourth invading her slit.  She had always dreamt about such
a vicious gangbang – none of these guys cared about her or
her pleasure.  They were fucking a slut, a free whore, and
using her to get themselves off.  In the back of a dirty
alley no less.  She was so fucking hot and wet and just
filled with more pleasure than she had ever experienced
before.
     
     It wasn’t long before a cock was spraying her face and
tits with spunk while another dumped into her cunny.  A
third man stepped up behind her.  He rubbed his cock head
against her cunt, but instead of inserting it there, he
began to push the head against her tight asshole.
     
     “Oh no,” Angie muttered, her voice hoarse from the near
constant vomiting.  “Not my ass.”  It was a meek sound,
barely loud enough to be heard above the sounds of traffic
and the talking men around her.
     
     One of the bikers slapped her hard across the face,
sending cum and puke flying from her face.  “If he wants to
fuck your ass, darling, he’s going to fuck your ass.  Right,
Chuck?”
     
     The man behind her laughed.  “Fuck right.  In fact, I
think she should beg me to fuck her ass.”
     
     “Yeah,” the slapper said.  “Ask him real nice to fuck
you hard up your tight little shitter, girl.”
     
     Angie turned her head to look back at Chuck.  “Please,
sir,” she said, hoping that her eyes were pleading enough.
“Please, fuck my tight little asshole with your thick, hard
cock.  Let me have it real hard.  Stretch me wide with that
monster of yours, please.”
     
     Chuck laughed and spanked Angie on the rump then shoved
his cock hard against her anus.  She grunted in pain on the
first shot, his cock not going in her far, not suck little
lube.  He didn’t care, though, and pulled out and let her
have it again, then again, finally sinking into her rectum
on the fourth plunge.  It really did hurt quite a bit, but a
high as Angie was on the pleasure of this fuck, it also felt
wonderful.
     
     The man who had slapped her took her head between his
hands and rammed his cock into her mouth, forcing himself
deeper until he got the desired reaction.  Angie returned to
jacking off any hard cock she could get her hands on.  One
of the men reached underneath of her and started tugging at
her tits with rough, uncaring fingers.  Angie felt the
pleasure coursing through her body, filling every inch of
her flesh with heat and desire.  The rougher they were with
her, the rougher she wanted them so be.  She was awash with
ecstasy, her body being used and abused by these men for
their pleasure.
     
     They fucked her from some time, passing her around
between them.  Sometimes they gagged her with their cocks,
but after so long, there was little left for her stomach to
heave.  Some of them took her up her ass, others fuck her
pussy.  She saw, after a while, that Dorian was standing
amongst them, chatting with some of the men, but he did not
fuck her along with the rest.  He was just watching, a happy
smirk on his face.  And knowing that he was watching
heightened her pleasure and desire.
     
     She didn’t know how many times each of them had taken
her.  She was riding her pleasure high and was aware of
little other than a barrage of hard cocks and Dorian’s eyes.
She had cum so many times, it was all just a blur.  She was
on her hands and knees on the pavement, her legs having
given up on her some time ago.  No one was touching her now,
and when Angie looked around, she saw all ten men standing
in a circle around her.
     
     She was confused until she felt a hot stream of piss
splatter across her back.  Then another, and another.  One
by one, each of the men began showering her with their
golden spray.  Cum and vomit was washed away under the
torrent of warm liquid; it felt like a refreshing shower;
strength and vigor returned to her worn body under the flow,
and her fingers went to work on her worn clit.  It was not
long lasting, thought, and one by one the liquid streams
petered out.  She heard a female gasp and figured the
waitress had come out to watch the spectacle and play with
herself – she had seemed quite into watersport in the
bathroom.

     She heard so small cheering going on behind her and
felt some of the men shifting.  She wondered what further
abuse they might have in store for her, what further dark
pleasures.  There as a sudden weight on her back as
something mounted her from behind.  Something big, and
heavy, and furry.

     Angie’s fingers found the thick dog cock jabbing at her
cunt and held guide the German Shepard’s member into her
pussy.  All weariness left her as her adrenaline flowed.
Her cunt was hot and oozing in an instant with the
realization that she was going to be taken by a dog.  It had
always been one of her fantasies to have a dog mount her
like this, but she hadn’t thought it was likely to come
true, not any time soon.

     His hot cock pounded home, and the dog began to hump
her, jerking its hips rapidly and with great strength, much
faster than any human had fucked her before.  The men were
cheering the dog on – it seemed by the comments that most of
them had known the dog for some time and had never seen it
have such energy before.  It was definitely pounding away
with the spirit of a young pup in mating season.  Angie was
moaning in utter bliss, her throat to sore to make any more
noise than that.

     She felt movement in front of her and opened her eyes.
There was a cock at her lips, and with a quick glance, she
identified it has Dorian’s.  He had told her how much he had
always wanted to see a woman being mounted and fucked by a
dog, and how he would make both of their fantasies come
true.  He sat down on the pavement before her, his cock
jutting up from his groin.  She lowered her mouth to it,
bobbing and sucking in time with the dog’s thrusts.

     The dog’s cock was swelling inside of her and her pussy
stretched to accommodate the incredible girth.  The German
Shepard continued to slam its cock home, driving the bulge
of its knot against her.  It push and punched forward,
driving the bulge inside of her, where is swelled and stuck.
The German Shepard was still humping, but the knot would not
come out of her; it rubbed and stroked her clit from inside,
and Angie stroked her slit from the outside.

     Dorian was the first to cum – he was so pent up from
watching Angie getting gangbanged like the dirty slut she
was and then being taken by the dog that under the
incredible prowess of her mouth, he just could not hold it
in any longer.  Her grunted and pushed her mouth down his
shaft to spew is cum deep down her throat.
     Angie came soon after, Dorian’s cock still deflating
between her lips.  She screamed her muffle cries into his
dick, the vibrations of the noise feeling quite wonderful on
his rod.  She was using her fingers to rub clit hard against
the knotted dog cock in her cunt – an utterly new, and
amazing powerful feeling of flesh rushing through her body.

     The dog came last, giving a bark and a little howl as
it did so.  The men watching the foul show cheered for the
animal.  Angie could feel the gallons of hot doggy cum
spilling into her cunt.  There was so much of it, much more
than any load she had ever received form a man.  And with
the knot sealing up her pussy lips, none of it could escape.

     She had to stay on the ground under the dog for some
time.  The knot was too big for them to uncouple right away;
though, it was a divine feeling to have her cunt quivering
in the afterglow of her orgasms around such a hard, solid
bulge inside of her.

     The men were gathering up their cloths, getting
dressed; they ignored her completely.  Most of them thank
Dorian for the wonderful time and went back inside; others
just left without a word.  Angie noticed that the bartender
was out there, and that the waitress was sucking him off –
his eyes here locked on her stuck under the dog.  But they
finished up and went back inside too.  For a while, Dorian
wasn’t there with her, leaving her in the alley alone with
the dog, which was getting impatient and trying to dismount
her.
     
     But when the dog finally pulled itself free – which
stung like a bitch for a few minutes because his knot was
still bigger than anything Angie had ever taken before –
Dorian was there by her side to help her to her feet.  He
even had the dirty, piss-stained rags she had been wearing
in his hands.  He took her back into the bar – there were
cheers and clapping aplenty, though only about six men or
the ten were left there.  The waitress was bringing drinks
around to the guess, her face red with embarrassment at her
lewd behavior this evening.
     
     Dorian took her to the ladies’ restroom and helped her
clean up as best he could.  “I want you to come back to my
place,” he said very frankly.  They had never said anything
about what would happen if this first meeting went to both
of their likings. “You can’t get in a taxi in these anyway.
You can take a nice long bath, get really cleaned up and
refreshed.  Stay the night if you want.  There’s a lot more
fun we can have together.  I’m not ready for it to end.”
     
     Angie was a little nervous, but she didn’t know why.
She had just been completely at his mercy and that of ten
drunken bikers.  But the idea of being alone with him, in
his house where no one would know where she was or how to
get a hold of her – that was a little scarier.  He could do
anything to her, anything he wanted with absolutely no
restrictions what so ever.  He was practically a strange,
one who fantasized about hurting and torturing women for his
pleasure.  She had read his emails to her, read the things
he fantasized about.  Some of them were horrible, terrible
things.  Absolutely ghastly.  And she would be totally in
his power, subject to his every whim and desire.
     
     The thought of it was getting her turned on again.  She
grinned at him, not wanting this to end yet, either.  “Of
course I’ll come with you.”
     
     Dorian smiled at her, then leaned in and kissed her
fleetingly.  After everything he had done for her already,
all done to satisfy her every fantasy, that kiss was someone
more special to her than all of it.  “I’m glad.  I have a
surprise ready for you at my place.  I would have hated for
you not to come back and enjoy it with me.”
     
     Angie did not know what he had planned for them, but
she knew that, if she could trust him with nothing else, she
could trust that he would do everything he could to satisfy
her every sexual whim.  And she knew that she would do the
same for him.