Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2013 13:46:36 -0800 (PST) From: Victoria VanDersuk 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...."