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They say that Sunday should be a day of rest, but not for Hector and me, as he took me several more times over the course of the day. As soon as I sensed he was ready, I would get on all fours, and wait to ascend into doggie heaven. Monday I stood in front of the kettle in the kitchen, my body aching from the battering it had taken the previous day, my short robe wrapped round me as I waited for the kettle to boil, and listened sexy to dawn chorus wild birds outside. I was startled out of my daydream, as I felt a cold wet nose poke under my robe, and Hector’s tongue once again found my pussy. Knowing that my coffee would have to wait, as I saw that he was already showing, and knew adorable we both had the same idea on the perfect start to the day. Obediently dropping to all fours, Hector mounted me quickly, and drove his cock deep into me, sending an orgasm throughout me in an instant. He seemed more dominant this morning as he fucked me; his head above mine, looking around the kitchen, as he took his bitch unapologetically. I was under him, head hanging down subserviently, happy to feel his cock inside me again. There was no question as to whether I was going to take his knot or not, as this time he forced it into me early and again pumped me full of his seed. After he had finished and extricated himself from me, he gave my pussy one huge, appreciative lick, almost as a thank you, before retiring to his basket with a satisfied look on his face, as I struggled to my feet and made my morning coffee. As I stood there feeling his seed trickle down my inner thighs, a devilish thought popped into my brain. Reaching between my legs I collected a handful of his seed, mixed with my own juices, and licked my palm, savouring the taste our mixed secretions. Once my hand was clean, I pressed girlfriend it again to myself, and scooped out more of the mixture, allowing it to drip into my coffee, before cleaning the last droplets from my fingers. I repeated this a few more times, and then stirred it into the dark brew, and I can tell you honestly, I have never had a morning coffee that tasted so divine. Tuesday Hector had started his day just as he wanted, by fucking me first thing, as soon as I came downstairs, but today he seemed especially randy indeed. It seemed to me that no sooner had he finished, and I had cleaned myself up, he wanted to fuck me again. By early evening, it felt like he had fucked me a hundred times, and I had given up trying to clean myself up between bouts, enjoying the slutty feeling of being full of and covered with his cum. I had moved a leather footstool into the kitchen so that I could lay over it, supporting myself while he fucked me. As I was trying to get into a comfortable position over the stool, he once again mounted me, but this time, instead of him finding my battered pussy, his cock casting jabbed at my anal star. The sharp pain at my most sensitive spot caused a moment of panic as he jabbed at me, and before I could work out what to do, a white hot flash of pain shot through me, as he found a hole he could use, and drove his thick cock into my ass. I have enjoyed anal over the years, and have always loved that initial pop, as a guy’s cockhead pushes past my sphincter muscles and enters my ass, but this was so much more primal. It felt like he would surely tear me apart, and draped over the stool there was no way I could get away from Hector, as he repeatedly forced his cock deeper into my ass. Hector's watery pre cum, mixed with a lot of my juices from earlier sessions that day, made everything slippery enough for him to keep going, and he started to fuck my ass at a rapid pace, sending waves of pleasure and pain through me. Realising that he wasn’t going to stop, I relaxed and the burning sensation began to subside, and I resigned myself to enjoy his anal assault. Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my clit a few times, and felt his seed from previous mating session oozing from my body. As my orgasm hit, I must have tightened my anal muscles around him, as he let out a yelp of pain, and then started fucking my ass again with a renewed vigour. I could feel his Cuckold knot banging against my ass cheeks, but thought "no fucking way he’s gonna knot my ass." Then I felt his cum shooting deep inside my anal passage, spurting great jets of hot cum so far inside my ass, I was sure I could taste it. He pulled out of my ass with an audible pop, leaving me slumped over the footstool, panting like the bitch I had become, a bitch with a huge smile on her face, and an ass full of dog cum. Wednesday Hector looked at me with a quizzical and seemingly disappointed look on his face, as he saw his new bitch arrive in the kitchen, dressed in joggers and a tee shirt. "We need fresh air," I bent and mock scolded him, but all he did was look at me and lick my face. I suppose he got his fresh air when he went out to do his business, but I needed to run and work a different set of muscles, other than the ones that had been over-worked the past few days. Olivia shook her head. If history repeats itself it's gonna be exciting. “with a dick like that I’m sure you can satisfy two dirty sluts, I’ll even let you cum in me” the last part said by someone too young to have had that experience often, but with a wink that suggested she was keen to try. Then, to my confusion, she reached behind herself and undid the tie to her bikini top! She sexy never ambushed me like this on the way to our college. She suspected we were up to something. Little did I know, later that night, I would find out! Mike hollered out, "Boing!" "Hey." Even as it was a rubber dick, I still felt to be making sweet love to my daughter. I smiled and raised one of my hands. ‘Thanks’ I said more confidently “I don't know you. I shuddered as her fingers tightened while casting my asshole clenched and relaxed while my hips moved in just the right way to Cuckold inspire her. Now that she was seeing her son not as a boy but as a man, things would shift. “I want it as much as you do”. I laughed a little at her. “Hmm, since you begged nicely. However, there were still those few that acted like they get to make their own rules. I scratched that lightly too and she adorable cooed again. This time when their lips met, there was much less awkwardness. She also convinced me that we needed her money if we were to make this work, citing that, like her body, everything about her girlfriend belonged to me. Over the coming months, she would be very patient as I learned to accept her meaning. Every now and then, Rachel paid special attention to the boy’s head.