Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2013 13:46:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Victoria VanDersuk <victoriavandersuck@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr Harris 5

Mr. Harris 5


I'm a good girl!  What a demeaning thing to say to a guy, right?

That's what Mr. Harris said the other night when I reported back to him on
the assignment I completed, submitting to my neighbor down the hall.  It
was embarrassing of course, I mean I was all dressed up and while I gave
him what I considered a very nice blow job, I had to look into his eyes and
tell him that I had been fucked by Mr. Harris dog Max.

I think he was disgusted, but I don't know, it sure seemed to excite him at
the time!  When I mentioned my neighbor's disappointment in me not wearing
nail polish for my visit, Mr. Harris quickly picked up on it, and
instructed me to go buy some, in red or in hot pink, and I was told to wear
it to his home for my "breeding" session.

You can't imagine how humiliating it is to be forced to go suck off a
strange man...by another more dominant man!  But the strangest thing, when
I stopped thinking about it and just obeyed I never felt so alive and
sexual. Letting a stronger man tell me what to do somehow absolved me of
the shame.

Like the line in the song "Free your mind...and the rest will follow!"

God, what has happened to me?  I mean... I have friends and family, I have
a life, and if my secrets ever came out it would destroy me.  People for
the most part think I'm straight,.  Over the years I had a few girlfriends
that provided me with cover, but what friends and family didn't know was
the fact that I couldn't satisfy these girls, that they considered me
inadequate both as a lover and as a man.  It wasn't just the fact that I am
not well endowed...I'm not sigh...but when it came time to actually have
sex with these girls I backed away in fear and self doubt, Truth is I just
wasn't excited at the thought of sticking my dick into them or anyone else.

When I confessed this to Mr. Harris he seemed excited and told me it was
proof of my need to be a submissive, and that I wasn't just a faggot, I was
really a girl.

Could the people who know me accept me being a gay man? Maybe.

Could they accept me as a full blown sissy, dressing up like a
woman...hell, becoming a woman actually, and submitting to a real man and
obeying him?  Doubt it.

And what about fucked like a kennel bitch by a Rottweiler, and filled with
his seed?  No way.

Whatever.  Best to not think about it.

Here I am, all dressed up, and standing on the front stoop at Mr. Harris
house.  And yes, my nails are painted, flamingo pink actually.  Red nail
polish would have contrasted with my outfit.  I shuddered as I realized
what an unmanly observation that was.  Damn, I have fallen so far!

It was the evening, I went home after work, shaved, douched and showered.
I put on the outfit I told you I bought, you know, the pretty one I wore
when I went slutting down the hall in my apartment building, after all I
was just following instructions, I'm sure you remember, I told you all
about that degradation in the last chapter of my story .

So back to fashion...as my thoughts usually progress....i wore a pale pink
blouse, short gray skirt, along with stockings and black heels.  My red
shoulder length wavy wig was combed prettily, and my makeup looked damn
good, if I say so myself.  When I looked in the mirror before I left I
thought "If I were a man I would tap that!"

But I'm not a man, am I?

I did not wear panties, I was told not to.  I was also told to arrive with
my ass lubricated and ready for action.  It was the night I would lose my
virginity to a man, to Mr. Harris.  You might think what's wrong with me,
am I that hard up for cock that I would put up with this guy ordering me
around?  Well he has a great cock, I should know, i've satisfied it with my
mouth of course, but when it comes to my sissy pussy (that's what
Mr. Harris has told me to call it) I've been practicing with a black dildo
I picked up closely matching his length and girth.  I was obsessed with
obeying and submitting to him, and haven't been able to get the thought of
him fucking my ass...oops I mean sissy pussy...out of my mind!

I rang his doorbell twice, it was a cool evening and I wished I had a
woman's jacket to wear to cover the night chill.  I'm sure he made me wait,
the bastard.

The door flew open suddenly and there he stood, the tall muscular frame of
the handsome Black man that had control over me.  He was wearing a short
sleeved t shirt, faded, that clung to every muscle of his body, and a pair
of worn jeans.  My eyes went from his chest right down to his crotch, and
my mouth watered at the lump in his jeans, he appeared somewhat erect and
his long cock strained as it grew down the left side of his jeans.

He smiled at me, wickedly.  I thought he approved of my appearance, but I
felt like Red Riding Hood being asked inside by the big bad wolf.

"May I come in, Mr. Harris?"

"Well I think you'd better sissy, my dick isn't going to suck itself!"

Suck it?  I wanted to do more that, that I wanted to feel it inside me!
Don't get me wrong, I like to suck dick, at long as it's done discretely
and I could count on the guy to not boast about it to everybody.

I stepped inside, clear of the door and waited for instructions from
Mr. Harris.  I felt him sizing me up from the back and then he walked
around me, close so that I could feel his presence and draw in his scent,
and he confidently walked into the living room where we had played before,
where his dog had bred me.  I followed him, like a slave.

The TV was on, there was some porn playing, it looked like some big titted
blonde was getting fucked hard by a group of Black guys.  The volume was up
but over the moans, insults and fucking sounds from the flick I could hear
barking, and it made me shudder thinking of his big Rottweiler Max
somewhere on the premises.  The barking brought it all back, being mounted
and filled with the copious amount of his semen.  I felt my hole twitching,
it felt juicy since I had been instructed to be all lubed up.

He led me to the middle of the room, and he suddenly turned and faced me.
He got close to me, so close I thought he would kiss me.  I tilted my head
back and opened my slips slightly in case he wanted to dig his tongue
between my pretty painted lips.  He laughed and I opened my eyes.

"Do you really think I will kiss you?  I'm no faggot!"

"Umm, no Sir...of course not, Sir"

"You look pretty good, sissy.  I think you would pass in public.  You dress
like a real woman, not some cheap tranny slut and I like that.  You keep
practicing and maybe someday you can become my girl."

As I pondered the meaning of that he reached around, roughly pulled up my
skirt, felt between my butt cheeks and forced his middle finger deep into
my hole.  I squirmed and jumped, and tried to let my self relax so that he
could have the access he wanted.  I spread my legs for him and he laughed.

"What a horny pussy you have, sissy!  So do you want Daddy's big dick in
that hot hole of yours?"

"Mmm, yes please!"

"Yes please what?"

"Yes please Sir!"

"Better.  Well then I guess you'd better start earning it."

Earning it?  What else had I done since I connected with this man, but obey
him and sissify myself to his direction?  Hell, I even fucked his dog for
him!

"How can I do that Sir?  I really want you to fuck me!"

He pushed another finger in and I grunted and winced, his nails needed
trimming!

"Well slut...love me, love my dog is what I always say."

"But Sir, you told me that this time it would be you fucking me, and not
Max."

"That's true, but poor Max has blue balls and he's getting really
aggressive.  You know how big, he is, he can be tough to deal with.  There
are other ways to relieve his stress.  Hell even though you have a pathetic
little white worm between your legs I'm sure you need to get off now and
then.  How do you make yourself cum?"

"You mean; you want me to jerk him off?"

"What a great idea!  Tell you what.  Strip down to your bra and stockings
and sit down here on the floor, back up against the couch.  I'll go get
him."

I was unsure but the way his fingers had increased their thrusting in and
out of me I would have done anything to get fucked by his cock.  The
thought of it gave me an erection, albeit a little one.  Mr. Harris ignored
it, it held no interest for him other than as an observation to the level
to which ?i was turned on.

He pulled his fingers out of me and wiped them on his jeans as he left the
room, headed to get Max I presumed.  What could I do, I obeyed him.  Big
surprise, right?  God, what made me such a submissive?

I stripped down, feeling very vulnerable.  At least sitting on the
carpeting my ass wouldn't be available to the dog

I heard the back door slam and the anxious clicking of Max's nails on his
kitchen floor.  It took barely an instant and Max was in the living room
jumping around.  I could see the head of his cock was already poking out of
it's sheath, purple and flesh colored,and stained by veins.

He came over and started licking my face and I turned to avoid his tongue.
He then crouched down in front of me and stuck his snout between my legs,
which I tried to close.  He licked at the head of my erect little cock and
I squirmed at the hot raspy tongue.

"Look at that, the stud smells his bitch's pussy!  Spread your legs slut,
and let him get that hole all wet for my cock, his master's cock, he's not
interested in that pathetic little sissy clit of yours.  Hell, who would
be?"

I reluctantly opened my legs further, as I was instructed.  When his hot
raspy tongue hit my hole I moaned and instinctively scooted my bottom
forward so he could have better access to it.  I looked up at Mr Harris,
who watched intently as he pulled off his clothes.  As his dog's hot tongue
dug into me and I squirmed, my eyes focused on his big uncut cock and I
marveled at the size of it.  Damn,it was big!

"Max, stop!"

Mr. Harris was trying to calm him down, I? Hoped it meant he was reserving
my hole for himself.

"I said Max...STOP!"

The dog whimpered and pulled away, back on all fours, I could see his cock
was pretty hard now, it looked to be about seven inches long and it had
thickened considerably.

The naked Mr. Harris grabbed his dog and pulled him up close.  He straddled
my legs sideways and I could feel his cock spraying everywhere, it was hot.

"Go ahead, jerk his cock sissy, after all you got him all worked up by
presenting your hole to him, like the bottom bitch you are!  Stroke him
sissy, get his nut!"

I reached out and grabbed the shaft, it was warm to the touch, and a bit
slimy from all the secretions.  I winced at the memory of all that fluid
squirting deep inside me the last time I visited Mr. Harris house.

Max stood pretty still for a few moments, enjoying the the way my hand
worked up and down his shaft.  He was so close to me, his scent was strong,
and I felt the heat from his body.  I felt the cock continue to grow
surprisingly, and looked up to see a smile on the face of Mr. Harris.

"That's it, good bitch, get his nut now, you got him all crazy!"

Evidently it wasn't enough because Max pulled away, he jumped around and
then with a lurch jumped up onto the edge of the couch, his legs firmly
planted on either side of me.  I was surrounded by dog...and hair...and
cock!"

Max was continually thrusting and his cock kept hitting my face, my lips.
It was so sticky, so hot, so overtly primal!

I don't know why I did it.  Mr. Harris said afterward it was proof that I
was nothing but a dirty cock sucking slut, but I opened my mouth and aimed
for the pointy head of his dog prick.  As soon as his cock felt my mouth,
my breeding hole, he just shoved it inside and began thrusting like the
animal he was!

Mr. Harris laughed and encouraged me, calling me a good cock sucking bitch,
a good dog whore!

I was swallowing continually.  I focused on keeping his cock in my mouth,
swallowing his fluids, and not spraying all over me.  His thrusting was
almost frenetic and I could hear him panting above me.  His back paws were
dancing around as he tried to get his cock deeper into the breeding hole.
I felt him step on my legs a few times, causing a bit of pain, but
realizing it was not firm ground for thrusting he quickly stepped back onto
the carpeting.

I had most of that cock down my throat, and I just opened wide and accepted
it.  There was no attempt by me to give him a blow job or anything, all I
could do was breathe and swallow and moan! The big Rottweiler just fucked
my mouth like it was a pussy.

Max then squealed and went still as I felt his cock spasm and spurt, his
cock advancing from precum to actual semen.  All this time he had been in
essence lubricating my mouth, my hole, so he could get deeper inside me to
plant his sperm. He tried to push the base of his cock into me, his knot
was enormous and I knew it could never fit inside my mouth, I tried to hold
it tight with my hand, my pretty pink painted nails wrapped around it.  The
very thought of the knot scared the hell out of me!

I swallowed and swallowed, if I had to describe the difference in the taste
of his sperm to that of a human male I would say it tasted a bit metallic.
It was hot and thick and runny and was so damn much of it!

"That's it, bitch, drain his balls!  You're such a good bitch, I'm glad I
found you!  You know, once a dog takes you as a bitch you'll always be that
for him, he can smell his scent on you!  When he's done then I'll fuck your
other hole for you.  Would you like that Princess?"

I'm not sure he could see me shake my head affirmatively.  I just accepted
my position and took in his cum, wondering how much more there was.  He
humped a bit, short sporadic thrusts as he drained his big full balls of
his hot cum.

When he was satisfied he simply jumped off me, walked to the other side of
the room, laid down on the rug and started to lick between his legs.  I
could see his cock was still awfully big and wet from my mouth.

I felt so cheap, like the dirtiest whore in the world.  My face was covered
in slime and I smelled of dog.  I realized my wig was displaced so I
reached up and pulled it back down firmly on my head.  I burped dog cum and
looked at Mr. Harris, who was standing above me, his cock fully engorged
and ready for action!

"Good job, sissy!  Now get up on all fours and spread your legs for me!"

I got into position and prepared for my man to fuck me.  I pushed out on my
hole, wanting it to be easier for him.  I felt the tip of his cock resting
against my hole, pushing gently, letting me know it was there but not
pushing through.  I wiggled and flexed, wanting him inside me.

"Look at you!  On all fours, your head down low to the ground, your ass on
display and your legs spread...the perfect breeding position!  Your hole
looks damn hot sissy1 So hot I'm going to give you a thrill and fuck that
ass of yours like a real pussy. Show you how a man fucks a hole!"

"Oh please Mr. Harris!  I've wanted this for SO long!"

"Yeah I know you do, just like any other horny bitch.  You're no
different."

I let out a little yelp when he suddenly forced the head of his rock hard
cock into my ass pussy!  It hurt, it burned, oh god his dildo just wasn't
enough to prepare me!  I tried to scoot, to get away from his cock but he
laughed and grabbed me firmly by the waist and pulled me back to him,
shoving a few more inches inside me in the process!

"Where are you going, bitch?  I thought you wanted my big black cock in
that hole of yours, and now you're trying to get away!  You should no
better, you can't escape from me."

I looked over and saw Max watching us, panting.  I could see his cock was
hardening at the sight of his master and mine using my breeding hole as he
had done.  I tired to open my hole to stop the pain, to get him further
inside me.  I had wanted this fuck, and I just submitted and took it,
regardless of the pain.

"Your pussy is nice and tight princess, when I get done I think I'll stay
inside you until I fill you with my hot piss too.  Would you like that
sissy, to be piss fucked?  Hell, why am I asking, it doesn't matter what
you want, does it?"

"No Mr. Harris...."