Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2011 17:04:21 -0700
From: DVNT Puppy <dvntpuppy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Born-to-Be-Bred

If you know anything about me, you know I'm a dog lover. Shit, that's an
understatement. I've been bred by bulldogs, beagles and bloodhounds. I've
been deep-dicked by dobermans, Danes and Dalmatians. I've been reamed by
rotties, drilled by dingoes and seeded by samoyeds. I've had my cunt
wrecked by collies, my slot stuffed by shelties, and my pussy pounded by a
pack of pointers. Fuck it. I've seen more dogdick than an ASPCA shelter.
And my hole's always hungry for more.

Sometimes people ask me when it was that I became a dogwhore; when I
started spreading my fuckhole for Fido. It's a short story. And a hot
one. So I figure, once and for all, just to tell you.

I was always a rotten kid. A real lazy son of a bitch. Arrogant, too. Got
into some trouble. Dropped out of school. Had some fights. That kind of
thing.

So, my Pop figures I need a job to set me straight. He hooks me up with our
building's maintenance guy, Slim--sweeping the sidewalk, taking out trash,
unplugging toilets. I never thought that kind of shit job would end up
changing my life, but I've got to thank my Old Man. Best thing that ever
happened to this horny boy!

First day I head down to the basement to meet my new boss. He's in this
dark little office. Piece of shit battered desk and chair someone in the
building threw out. Ratty old couch. Old TVs and computers everywhere.
Cleaning supplies. Basically. it's a shithole. And he's sitting there like
the king of the fucking castle.

Here's a laugh: Slim is six-foot two and at least two hundred and sixty
pounds of pure muscle. Huge hands can wrap around my neck twice over. He's
about forty, unshaven, and black. I'm such an arrogant little fuck that I'm
betting he's really a pushover. A big pussy. So I'm about 10 minutes late
for my first day.

"You're late, boy."

Shit. He might be tougher than I though.

"From now on, you arrive on time, boy."

"Sure thing, Slim."

"That's Mr. Slim, boy. When you address me, it's Mr. Slim. Or you address
me as 'Sir'."

"Ok. Ok.  Whatever you say."

"The words you are looking for, boy, are 'I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Slim,
sir'."

He's fucking serious.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Slim, SIR."

The rest of the day Slim is riding me nonstop to work faster and harder.
I've plunged five toilets, emptied a dozen stinking garbage cans, and
shampooed the rugs on three floors.

Back down in the basement I catch a whiff of pot. I poke my head into the
office and, sure enough, Slim's toking on a big old roach.

"Come on in, boy. Take a break." He reaches out to hand me the joint.

"Thanks."

He pulls his hand back.

"How do you address me, boy?"

Um, oh, yeah. Thanks, Mr. Slim, Sir."

"That's more like it."

After about 10 minutes I'm pretty baked.

"Feeling good, boy?"

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Slim." I start to laugh at the thought of calling him 'Mr.'
and 'Sir.'

Slim flips on the TV, hits the DVD button, and up pops some porn. Pot and
porn on the first day; maybe this job isn't so bad after all.

On the screen some blonde chick is getting banged from behind by a big
black guy. Her fat tits are swinging and swaying and knocking together, and
she's squealing like crazy. Shit, that makes me hard. Feels strange to be
watching porn with another dude, and my boss. Plus, I know he's getting a
hard-on 'cause his left hand keeps dropping down to his crotch and tugging
at his pants. It's clear the guy is hung like a bull, but I keep my eyes on
the screen.

"Like that, son? Horny white bitch getting longdicked by a black bull
stud?"

I don't say anything. I just take another hit.

"Shit, that brother's got nothing on me. She's got some mosquito dick
nipping at her pussy. Fuck it, I'd give her a real ride. Make her walk
bowlegged for a week."

With that, Slim gets up, adjusts his dick, and strolls out of the room.

"Gonna check the boiler. Back in ten."

Ok, so I'm an idiot. Or maybe it's the pot. Whatever. I'm 17 and
horny. Slim's hardly out the door, and I whip out my dick and start going
to town. Stroke my dick a couple times, take a drag on the roach, stroke
some more. Shit, this is the best fucking job. Two minutes later, I've shot
off, sleepy and hungry.

The next morning I'm early for work. Slim's already there. And baked. Di I
tell you how much I love this job? We start shooting the shit while we
smoke some weed. After about 20 minutes I'm feeling fine.

"Let's see what's on TV today. Sound good, boy?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Slim."

Slim's got a strange look in his eye, which I guess is from the weed. But
there's something sinister about him, too. Fuck, this shit must be making
me paranoid.

He flicks the remote on the DVD and I nearly fall on the
floor. Motherfucker. It's a video of me jerking off on the couch.

"What the fuck? You perverted fucker. Turn it off you fucking asswipe piece
of shit..."

"Shut your hole, boy. Caught you red handed on surveilance. Beating your
meat when you shoulda been working. Uh-oh, son. Looks like you smoking some
weed, too."

"Asshole. You fucking gave me the weed."

"Camera don't lie, boy. Looks to me like you're a horny little fucker who
got high and started tossing his teeny-tiny boydick. Good reason to fire
your lazy ass. Wonder what your old man's gonna say when he sees this."

Slim flicks off the TV and takes the DVD out.

"You can't. I mean. You wouldn't. You lousy piece of shit."

He drops the DVD into the desk drawer and locks it.

"Now, now, boy. Don't you get all scared. No reason to worry that pretty
little head of yours."

He sits down on the couch. I start to get up and he pulls me back. He's got
me in a python grip around my chest.

Oh, shit. His dick is hard. Shit. Shit. Shit. Motherfucker.

"Don't be like that, baby."

"Don't fucking call me baby."

"Shush now. Your ole buddy Slim's not gonna tell. Not if you behave like a
good boy."

"No fucking way."

He turns and pins me on the couch, and I'm too stoned and too fucking weak
to get away. He's got both my wrists in one hand, held up over my head, and
with his other hand . . . oh, fuck ... he's unzipping his fly.

"Now, now, baby. Time to take care of your bossman. Don't be shy,
baby. Mr. Slim's got something for those pretty, pouty cocksucking lips."

His dick is enormous. He drops it over my face and it stretches past my
forehead. It's like someone's arm. And those nuts. They're huge. He
squeezes my cheeks until my lips open and starts to push his dick in. I'm
gagging and struggling.

"Don't fight it, baby. Let Daddy in. Let Daddy in. Let Daddy fuck his
faggot's pretty face."

He reaches down and starts pulling my pants off. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Looking up, I can see the domination in his eyes. He's smiling, He's
getting off on this. I'm choking to death on a foot and a half of black
dick, and he's fucking smiling.

Then he brings his index finger up to his lips and wets
it. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Next thing I know, his finger is deep in my asshole, wiggling and twirling
like a fucking snake.

"That's the way, baby. Give Daddy some pussy. Give Daddy some pussy."

I'm struggling and fighting like crazy. Fuck no. No fucking way. No fucking
way he's gonna fuck me. Please, no.

"Don't you worry, bitch. Mr. Slim's not gonna fuck you. Not yet. Not
yet. Just gonna make you feel good while I get my nut."

His finger hits something inside that makes me go hot and shiver all
over. I moan.

"That's the spot. Ain't it, baby? Ol' Slim knows the spot. Gonna turn that
hole into a twitching pussy."

I moan again.

"That's it, baby. Tell Daddy how much you love it."

I can't stop moaning as the pressure in my ass and the twirling of his
finger starts me quivering inside.

"Keep it up, baby. Keep talking like that. Just keep doing that. Feels so
good on my dick."

I don't know what he's doing down there, but it's got me going. My ass is
rising up off that couch like it's got a mind of it's own.

"Feeling good now, don't it? Got that pussy grinding. Got that little dick
of yours hard, too."

He pulls his finger out and slaps my dick. I'm still gagging and choking on
that pole power-pounding its way down my throat, and my hands have gone
numb. But there's no denying it: I am fucking hard as a post.

My ass rises up again, wanting to get fingered some more.

"Oooh, baby. That pussy sure is hungry. That's Daddy's hungry, horny
pussyhole. Ain't it? Want Daddy to make you more comfortable? Want to
stroke that dick?"

He lets go of my hands, and-to my surprise--I go straight for my dick.

"That's the way, bitch. Tickle your clit for Daddy. Show Daddy how much you
want it."

Now I'm pounding my pud like crazy. I've gotta cum so bad. His finger
fucking is sending me right over the edge. I'm so close. Slim leans back
until his dick slides free of my lips.

"Open that mouth, bitch. Open up and take it."

A hard stream of cum shoots out, landing on my outstretched tongue and
coating my face. That's it. I start cumming.

Slim scoops up the slime from my chest and feeds it into my open mouth
along with his cum. He wipes his dickhead back and forth across my face as
the last drops ooze out. I slurp it up, savoring that sweet slickness as it
soothes my raw throat.

Slim stands. Even now, his softening dick must be over a foot long and as
wide around as a coke can. He picks up my pants from the floor and throws
them at me.

"Time to get to work, bitch."

I'm too stunned to speak, watching in breathless awe as he tucks that big
dick back into his pants.

"I said, get that lazy, fucking, faggot ass off the couch and get to work.
Do you hear me, boy?"

This is it, my friends. This is the moment that made everything else
possible. This is the moment that led me to everything that I ever wanted
but never knew. This it it. The moment a dream came true-a dream I would
never have dared to imagine. This moment. This, the start of my new life.
This turn in the road that led me to what I've become: A slut. A cunt. A
pussyboy. And-although I hadn't experienced the brutal beauty of it yet-a
dogwhore. It's all right here in this moment and in the answer I give.

"Yes, SIR."


Part 2: "My Boss & His Beast" coming soon.

I live for two things: dogdick and feedback from readers like you! I
greatly appreciate your comments and suggestions, so drop me a line at
dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. And check out my other stories: Lucky Bitch and
Tommy the Tease.