Date: Tue, 03 May 2022 20:40:35 +0000 From: iHeywood Subject: Rear End Meet Cute: Ch 1 DISCLAIMER: This is my first story involving bestiality. That being said, at the heart of this story is the growing love between a muscular himbo slut and the man of his dreams. Animals will be included but they won't always been the main focus. If this type of story is illegal for you to read or does not interest you, stop here. Otherwise, enjoy. Don't forget to donate to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org/) to keep the site running. Rear End Meet Cute by iHeywood Chapter 1 - You Fucking Hit Me! Kenrik February 14th is my favorite day of the year. It used to not be. With a last name like mine, Valentine, you'd think I would be conditioned to see hearts flying around my head all day but I've always been unlucky in love. That was made even worse this year when on the day every couple gets extra mushy, I got extra annoyed. I woke up two hours late in the morning which set the tone for pretty much the entire day. Since I was running late, I opted to skip my time in the pool at my apartment complex. I never missed a day. My parents said it was because of the water birth when I was born, I have always been drawn to water. I was hoping I would be able to make up some time since I skipped my swim but I still ended up being late for my job at the flower shop. It wasn't great money but it was the only job I could find after college. It's like there was practically a hiring freeze within a 50-mile radius. I didn't need a job financially speaking, my parents were rich and left me everything when they passed away. I like doing something productive with my day. I worked at the flower shop so I could have a creative outlet. My shift was over at the flower shop at 5:00 PM. It was a hell of a day. After I clocked out the owner told me not to come back and that my final check would be in the mail the following week. I couldn't believe it; I get fired when my shift is over. How rude! Sure, the shop was busy for Valentine's Day so they needed me, but still, I felt so violated like they only needed me to make bouquets for all the husbands who forgot what the day was, and then they threw me out with the dead pansies. I mean, I guess I saw myself getting fired since I was late, and it wasn't the first time but damn, at least have the decency to do it the next day or something. Anyway, I pulled out of the parking lot and stopped at the light waiting for it to turn green so I could make a left turn. After sitting still for less than 30 seconds I got rear-ended. At a FUCKING STOP-LIGHT! Who does that? Luckily, I was OK, the airbag didn't even go off. The hit was strong enough though to push me a few feet ahead, even with my foot firmly on the brake. I immediately thought of my car, "God, I hope my car is OK," then I thought of myself. The airbag didn't go off but my head did get slammed into the steering wheel. Luckily there weren't any major cuts, just a scrape on the bridge of my nose that I could doctor up when I got home. Suddenly, there was a knock at my car window that made me jump. I looked and there was this hulk of a man trying to talk to me. I opened the door, which pushed him out of the way, to step out of the car. "You fucking hit me!" I yelled at him. Sitting in my car being forced to look up at him made him seem so big, his bulging muscles did that as well, but standing in front of him I realized I was taller than him. Only by a couple of inches, but still. "I'm so sorry, are you all right, Sir? I don't know what happened, I was driving and listening to the radio, and then BAM!" he smacked his hands together making me jump a little again, "I hit you." "Sir? Who are you calling Sir? We look to be about the same age. Are you sure you weren't texting on your phone?" I asked in reply, aggravation in my voice. "No, no, I don't even have my phone with me, S-, uh... Mister?" he said as if asking if Mister was OK to call me. I just continued to stare at him, waiting for him to finish what he was saying. After a beat of just awkwardly looking at each other, he continued, "I forgot my phone at home. Geez, I sure hope my dog Rafferty doesn't eat it." He started rubbing his hand on the back of next like he was nervous about his phone, "That would be the third phone this year already. He's an English Mastiff and is always eating and chewing on things he shouldn't be. I try to tell him `No!' but he just can't stay away from things that aren't toys, like my ass." I thought, "Is this guy for real? He can't be serious. I've heard of himbo's before but never actually met one. He sure fits the bill though. Big and tall, muscular, bro-type, and seems pretty dumb. He also doesn't seem to know the meaning of too much information. And what's this about his dog and his ass?" Aloud I said to him, "Well, fine, let's go see the damage. You have insurance, right?" I have to admit I was kind of mean to him but after the bitch of a day I had, I couldn't help it. We walked back to the space between our two vehicles. We looked and surprisingly there wasn't any damage to the rear end. Only a couple of small scratches but that could've happened anywhere. "Look, man, today has not been my day, and now because of this, I had to cancel a job," I lied, "and there doesn't seem to be any damage so let's just forget it. I'd like to see if I can get another job lined up before I pick up something for dinner and go home." "Are you sure?" he asked surprised. "Yeah, man it's fine. We're both OK and it doesn't look like your car was damaged either so no harm no foul." "Well, my two dads raised me to respectful of other men so here, take this," he handed me a piece of paper with his name and phone number on it along with his car insurance information, "that way if you notice anything is wrong in the next few days, we can work this out." The sun was starting to set and I finally noticed how handsome he is thanks to the street light that turned on right above us. He had freckles all over his pale skin that complimented his curly yet short ginger hair. He had a chiseled jaw with a closely trimmed beard that matched the color of the hair on his head as well as the tufts of hair in his armpits. I was immediately attracted to this guy and was getting a boner in my pants. "Look, uh," I looked down at the paper he gave me to read his name again, "Flynn," I looked back at him, "that isn't necessary, my car will be fine, but how about you do something else for me?" "Well, uh, sure! Anything," Flynn said, eager to do something to make up for the hassle. "It's getting late, you look like a man who appreciates food, and as I said I was going to pick up something to eat on my way home, so..." I tried to gauge his response so far but just saw the same beautifully excited eyes staring back at me as if he really would do anything, "why don't you just buy me dinner?" "Deal!" he said so quick I barely got out the word. "I'm Kenrik by the way," I stuck out my hand for him to shake while smiling at him. "Flynn O'Seamus," he said as he shook my hand firmly. This guy had quite the grip but I wasn't surprised by looking at all those muscles he's showing off through his tank top. He wasn't actually wearing a tank top; it was more of an old t-shirt that was cut from the top at the shoulders almost down to the bottom of both sides. It sexily showed off his large pecs and hard pale pink nipples. If the wind hit him just right the piece of fabric would blow out exposing his 8-pack abs as well. This guy was starting to make me drool. "Hi, Flynn," I said as I smiled and looked right into his eyes. My attitude was completely changed. He stammered his words for a second, "I... I... I know, I know the perfect place," he said seemingly nervous. "Great. If it's towards the left, just go around me once we turn and I'll follow you, if not, we can turn into this parking lot here so I can get behind you, then I'll follow you from there." "It's that way," Flynn pointed to the right, not looking away from me, "and I should go home to change. How about we meet there in 45 minutes, is that OK, Kenrik?" I smiled, "Sure, no problem. Where are we going?" I asked expecting him to say some horrible cheap place. "Rome's Rooftop." I was surprised by his choice for sure. Rome's Rooftop was a popular romantic date night spot and it would surely be booked tonight. "Flynn, I don't think that's a good idea." "My dads always told me that if I take a guy out on a date, I have to treat him special. Besides, it's Valentine's Day." "Don't remind me," I said under my breath. "Huh?" he asked. "Look, that's very sweet of you Flynn, but that's just it. It's Valentine's Day, I highly doubt we would get a table." Who said this was a date anyway? I mean, I'll definitely put out if this hot hunk of a man wants to fuck me, but I didn't mean for this to be a date. "My best friend, Tanner, is the manager there. He'll get us a great table. I'll just have to let him ram my pussy real hard tomorrow to thank him for the last-minute table, but I don't mind. His 12-inch fat black cock feels so good fucking my pussy and hitting that special button inside me." I was taken aback a bit by what Flynn just said. He genuinely didn't seem to have a T.M.I filter, but you better believe I sure as hell wasn't going to protest any longer. "Well, all right then. I'll meet you there in an hour, how about that?" "That's great, Kenrik," Flynn said before taking my hands that were by my side into his and kissing me on the cheek, "I'll see you there." He smiled at me then got into his car, backed up a bit since there weren't any cars behind him, then drove around me to make the right turn at the light. I was still standing there in shock at our entire exchange until I heard a car horn blow across the street. I came back to reality and rushed home to shower and change before meeting this mysterious himbo of a man at the hottest restaurant in town. This day is starting to look up! Flynn On my way home I called Tanner at the restaurant and let him know I was coming to the restaurant tonight with a guy who I hope would be open to plugging my pussy after dinner. I told him I wanted the best table. "That's gonna cost you Flynny-boy, it's Valentine's Day," he told me. "I know, Sir," I said back to him, "I'll have to give you my pussy to fuck hard and raw." "Oh yeah boy, that's right. I'm gonna fuck that hot gym-rat himbo, dog-loving pussy with my fat 12-inch cock. But not just once. I get your pussy five times as payment. This is a big ask. I'll have to bump a couple for this, but it will be worth it." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. You can collect whenever you want." "And I just might take payment number one tonight, right in the kitchen with all the staff to see." "I'd love that, Sir. I hope Kenrik won't mind. No one can fuck my hot wet pussy better than you. Well, maybe Rafferty, but you're better than my dads." "You're a sick himbo slut. I can't wait to get that pussy. I'll see you tonight. Just ask for me when you get here with your date." "Yes, Sir." I hung up just as I pulled into my garage. I immediately started ripping my clothes off as soon as I walked through the door leaving them lying all over the living room. I needed to take a shower to get the gym stench off of me. I was so horny after my conversation with Tanner, my pussy was just throbbing, aching to get fucked. Rafferty, my English Mastiff, came running up to me and started licking my hard 8-inch cock. His big wet tongue felt so good around my cock and balls. I didn't want him to stop. "Rafferty, no! I don't have time for this. I have a date to get ready for." It was no use. He took things a bit further and put my whole cock in his mouth pushing the head down his throat. He knew I liked this and that I would give in. "OK, fine. But just for a minute. You know I can't resist that. But you aren't getting my ass tonight." I stepped backward until I was in my bedroom and was able to sit on the edge of my bed while my huge dog blew me. After about five minutes I finally saw Rafferty's own huge dog cock was out of its sheath. His 11-inch bone just hung there swinging. I almost forgot about my date when I thought about something my dads taught me when they started fucking me at 18: Never leave a man with a hard-on. So, I slid my body back onto the bed pulling my cock out of Rafferty's mouth. I called his name to tell him to come up on the bed. "Come on, Boy. Gimme that hot cock of yours," I said once he was on the bed. We got into a 69 position so I could suck on his huge 11-inch dog cock and he could go back to mine. Another couple of minutes went by before Rafferty forced his head between my legs to my asshole. He tried licking my pussy but couldn't quite get to it so I raised my ass a bit to give him better access. I could tell he was getting close to cumming as his knot was growing rapidly to the size of a softball. Suddenly, he started to release his dog cum all over my face. I opened my mouth so more could shoot inside. I moved his cock around so his continuous cum shooting would also make it onto my chest. I went back to sucking his cock as his cum started to dwindle. Rafferty stopped rimming my pussy and came around to face me. He lapped up his remaining cum that was on my face and chest. Once my body had no more remnants of dog cum, he stepped over me and curled up by my pillows to clean his cock. I looked at the clock and saw I only had 30 minutes until I had to meet Kenrik. I jumped in the shower making sure to wash my face and entire body. I soaped up my pussy hole too so it would be nice and clean for Tanner, and hopefully Kenrik too! After my shower was finished, I got dressed in a pair of tight khakis, a button-down dress shirt that accentuated my muscles, and a colorful paisley necktie. Once I was ready, I kissed Rafferty on top of his head and took off to the restaurant. I was about ten minutes late when I pulled up to the valet. I saw Kenrik there waiting for me. --- I really hope you enjoyed the first part of my new story. I've had this idea in my head for a couple of years since I got rear ended at a stop light by a really hot guy. I'll gladly accept constructive criticism, ideas and praise by e-mail. Since this is the first story I've written involving bestiality, I'm interested in what you think. Please take a moment to answer a one question poll at the URL below. It, and any emails I get about the story, will help me decide if I should continue it or adjust it to just be about the men. https://s.surveyplanet.com/k0il5vmr Thanks for reading. I look forward to hearing from you. E-Mail: iheywood@protonmail.com Twitter: @iheywoodwrites Other Stories: https://wlo.link/@iheywood