Anyway, we went to the club around 11 p.m. and when we got there we started dancing with random chicks who wanted a good time. I started grinding with...an incredibly hot blonde with blue eyes and hair down to her midback, who just looked like she wanted to be fucked. She was wearing a red dress that showed a good amount of cleavage and that ended maybe two inches under her ass. She was at least a C cup. Along with that, she wore black, 4 inch heels and red lipstick. She was about half a head. He hissed I was still tight, as he pressed more cock into my womb.I moaned with both pleasure and pain feeling my pussy being opened again by a huge thick cock. My fingers gripped the cushions as his cock pressed still deeper into my hot cunt. He withdrew a little and I gulped air still trying to handle all that was being put inside of my body, but then Pete began that wonderful fucking motion. I began to match his strokes as his cock opened me even wider. Then the bastard began doing some. Some of the interpretations are pretty weird. The dominant wolf- or dog- in a pack doesn't go around picking fights, and he doesn't get his jollies bossing someone. Dominance simply means that when he DOES feel the need for things to go a certain way, they do. Tonight, the dominant one wants to breed me- and I will be bred.He leans towards me then, and takes my nipple in his mouth, bites gently and then smiles at me. "Let's go upstairs."I know, if I wanted to, I could say no, and he would. I was surprise to find the house lit up like a Christmas tree and there were a couple of strange cars in the drive. I parked in front of the house and went in. I was immediately hit with the heavy smell of pot - a lot of pot. I walked into the living room and saw empty glasses and beer bottles all over the place. The kitchen counter was covered with whiskey, vodka, gin and tequila bottles and when I walked into the dining room I found a naked man passed out on the dining room table.On my way to.