James Butler - The beast in me

She looked around the room dizzily as Shadow yanked his dick from her cunny and leaped off the bed. The spotlights were on! When she could focus her eyes, she saw Allan standing behind the large camera with a huge grin on his face.

"Oh, no!" Sharon squealed.

She backed to the edge of the bed quickly and stood up. The moment she was on her feet, she put an arm across her tits and a hand over her pussy. Shadow's load drained from her cunt, plopped on the rug, and splashed against her feet, but she didn't move. "Oh, God!" she wailed.

"That's all right, honey," Allan said soothingly as he stepped out from behind the camera and came toward her. "Don't be afraid. Nobody's going to hurt you."

"You… you took pictures!" she whined, noticing for the first time that he was naked and that his huge hairy cock was standing up stiffly from his pelvis.

"Just a couple, honey. That's all." He put a hand on her arm. "I think you'd better go to the bathroom now. There's a douche syringe, in there. Do you know how to use it?"

Sharon gulped back a sob and nodded. Tears were already running down her cheeks. "I… I think so. Oh, GOD!" She wrenched away from him, dashed to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

The tears began to flow in earnest as she sat on the stool and let the dog's cum drain from her pussy. She was still sniffing as she filled the syringe with warm water, inserted it in her cunt, and washed it thoroughly.

When she was finished and had dried off, she stood with her hand on the knob for several moments, terrified at the thought of facing Allan. But she couldn't stay in there forever. She turned out the light, opened the door, and stepped out.

"Feel better now, honey?" Allan asked softly. "I've got everything straightened up now." He saw her red eyes. "Hey, kid! Don't take it so hard. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh, Allan!" She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck in a burst of anxiety. "I want to go home! Please! I want to…" She felt his hard, hot prick against her belly and backed away, covering her face with her hands. "Please, Allan!"

"Honey, we don't want you to go." He sat down on the bed. "As a matter of fact, I'd like to have you do some more of what you just did. I want to take some more pictures of you. You wouldn't mind that, would you? You looked like you were enjoying Shadow's cock."

Sharon dropped her hands and gaped at him wide-eyed. "You don't think that I'd… You mean, you want me to…"

Allan nodded solemnly. "Believe me, I wouldn't ask you to unless it was necessary. We're, ahhh, behind in our orders. I need a young girl with a beautiful figure like yours. You have fantastic tits, honey. You know that?"

Sharon almost choked. Since coming out of the bathroom she hadn't even thought about being naked. She started to cover up again, then stopped. "Oh, what's the use!" she moaned.

"I'm telling you it's all right, baby!" he said sincerely. "I saw those pictures by your clothes on the dresser. What were you going to do, show them to somebody?"

She was caught and she knew it. She nodded her head dumbly.

"Well, now the shoe's on the other foot. If you don't do this small favor for me, I just might have to show those pictures of you and Shadow to your mother."

"You wouldn't! Oh, Allan! You wouldn't!"

"I'm afraid so, honey." He stood up. "Now be a good girl and help me out. As long as we're here, we might as well get a few shots. Lay down on the bed."

With a sinking feeling of despair, Sharon nodded and went to the bed. She crawled up wearily and lay down on her back, not knowing what was going to happen and not really giving a damn. It was all over for her, as far as she was concerned.

"Here, honey! Take this!" Sharon looked over at what Allan was holding out in his hand and jumped, startled. It was an exact replica of a cock. It was made out-of rubber or plastic the same color as human skin, and it was shiny.

"What do you want me to do with that?" she gasped.

"Just take it, and I'll show you." He put it in her hand and walked away toward the camera.

"God!" Her hand trembled as she examined the big thing. It looked exactly like a cock, and there was a handle on the end. She had never seen anything like it.

"All light, Sharon. Here's what I want you to do. Put one hand down on your cunt and put that dildo in your mouth as though you were sucking on it."

Jesus! she thought. I can't put that big thing in my mouth! She put her hand on the handle and held it up, pointing it down toward her face. Spreading her legs, she placed a hand on her pussy, but was unable to lower the thing to her lips.

"Go ahead, kid," Allan rasped. "It won't hurt you. Just stick it in your mouth for a while, while I take a few pictures."

Sharon gulped, closed her eyes, then let the thing drop. When the tip touched her lips, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and engulfed the end. There was no taste to it at all, but she couldn't help wondering how anyone could put a real cock in their mouth.

"That's it, baby. Now suck on that dildo and play with your cunt for a couple of minutes."

Sharon faintly heard the clicks of the camera as she mouthed the fake cock and rubbed her fingers up and down her wet gash. It didn't seem nearly as bad as she had thought. No one was hurting her, so she just let herself relax and did as she was told. In a few seconds she had forgotten all about Allan being there and was enjoying the feeling of her fingers caressing her twat.

"That's good, kid. Now, turn around so your crotch is facing the camera and push the dildo in your pussy."

She yanked the thing from her mouth and sat up, wide-eyed. "I can't do that! It's too big! It'd never fit! Please, Allan! Don't ask me! I was… a virgin until Shadow! Honest!"

He chuckled as he walked over to the dresser.

"Too big, huh? Well, I'm sure we've got one here that will fit."

As Sharon watched fearfully, he opened a drawer and took out several more of the things, spreading them out on the top. He looked at each of them carefully, selected one, then walked over to the bed with it.

"Here you go. This one's a lot smaller."

Sharon exchanged them silently. There was quite a difference. The second one was much smaller around and shorter. "I don't know, Allan. It's still awful big."

"Here, let's try it." Allan dropped the bigger one on the floor, took the other from her hand, and gripped the handle. "Lay back and spread your legs, babe. We'll see if it'll fit."

Sharon was so embarrassed she could have died. No one had actually seen her pussy since she started growing pubic hair. And now Allan wanted to shove something into it. She covered her face with her hands as she dropped down on her back and spread her thighs apart. She jerked convulsively when he gently separated the lips of her pussy with his fingers. Then she felt the thing entering her cunthole.

"Oh, jeez!" she moaned.

"It's okay, kid. Take it easy." He knelt on the floor between her legs and continued to press the shaft into her moist opening. "That's not so bad, is it?"

"God! Uunnggghhh!" The thing was warm, but not hot. As Allan pushed it slowly up her vagina, Sharon felt the tingling sensation again and her legs twitched. It was bigger than Shadow's cock, and seemed to fill her crotch area as the head slid all the way up to her uterus. "Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, Jeez, Allan! Is that all?"

"A little bit more," he whispered huskily. He pushed it in to the hilt, then began gently moving it in and out, only a fraction of an inch at a time. "How's that, baby? Feel good?"

Sharon said, "Uh-huh," before she could stop herself. It did feet good! It felt wonderful! It tickled inside, and sent surges of pleasure throughout her body. "Oh, Allan! Stop! Please!"

"You don't want to stop, kid!" he rasped. "You like it, and you know it! Lift up your legs and put your feet on my shoulders."