If I had been dedicated to my plan before, I knew I’d be obsessed from then on. ++++++ (Eighteen months earlier…) The snap on my pants was the las... straw. I was huffing, puffing, wheezing from the exertion of bringing six bags of groceries from the trunk of the car into the house. Shit, from the garage into the house. Walking the length of the grocery store, even leaning on a cart, had wasted me. I sat in my leather easy chair to catch my breath. No one wakes up one morning, looks down at a. You moved back away from me and pulled me forward by my thighs till I was sitting on the edge of my seat. Then before I could say anything you moved closer and rammed your cock inside me until I could feel your balls slapping against my arse. I fell back against the cushions, my fingers gripping the edge of the sofa tightly as my orgasm ripped through me, my muscles clenching tightly around your cock making you moan out loud, you then leaned down and kissed me, still fucking me hard till you. He had filled me until his hot cumwas running out of me like a river as he began tosoften, his cock slipping from my tiny cunt as I lookeddown to see my bleeding pussy covered in his doggiecum. My poor little pussy was so sore that next day,but not sore enough not to want more of Bear and thatlovely doggie cock.*After that day, I would have Bear fucking me two orthree times a week. This went on until my Senior yearin high school. I had found a boyfriend by then and wasbeginning to have sex with. She had thought I was a tourist in town looking for a place to stay. I wasn't all that well known in town. That was the way I liked it."Come on Wilson we have to ride out to the Rum Runner," I called inside to him.We were right across the bay from the Rum Runner so it only took a few minute to complete the chore. After I gave the young blond clerk my debit card, she said, "Thank you Ms Porter I hope you enjoy your stay." The room isn't for me. It is for an old friend, so I do hope he enjoys his.