I started piecing together the story line and what pics we'd need to get. This would be awesome. The big bad wolf fucking the shit out of poor Little Red Riding Hood. We had the Wolf, the girl, the picnic basket and the location. I needed the red riding hood. I spared no expense. It wasn't exactly a "riding hood" but more of a really nice red hooded short robe. I liked it better and it was nice quality. Thanks once again Amazon. She picked out a cute dress that was more like lingerie then found shoes at the thrift store that was perfect.
Now it was a matter of waiting for him to grow up. I'd say I wasn't a patient man but it was probably more her being impatient this time. She had the idea to start then. We took several pics of them together in the woods. The plan was to take some randomly so when done we'd have pics like they met when the wolf was young and show him grow up with her only to turn on her one day and ravage her pussy.
Of course I plotted in that when that day came it would start with pics of her peeing in the woods and him coming after her so she'd have to flee without panties on. We could get pics of him sniffing where she peed and going after her panties before pursuing her. Then he'd catch her as she went up a hill and tried crawling over a downed tree.
We had that spot in our woods and it was perfect for her to lay over and give him good access to fuck her. We did get through 4 sets of pics that really showed his growth.
By then he was approaching a year and a half or so old and she had moved on to mastetbating him and he was putting out a good amount of cum although not keeping his knot up as long as we figured he soon would. He would hump her hand and unlike our old boy he wasn't so frantic about it. He was slower, more steady about it and really thrusted hard.
I figured things would be easier in the beginning stages with him and she'd enjoy how he fucked. Not much longer to wait. That's what I thought at least. Boy how I was wrong. This was where the train would leave the tracks and it wouldn't be until the smoke cleared to fully understand the damage.
One day we had been playing and i had fisted her to a real strong orgasm. I was trying to get a blowjob afterwards but she just wanted to fuck instead. She got on her hands and knees and I fucked her but she really didn't seem to get into it. The next morning she was acting off. By the afternoon she decided to talk.
She got back to the whole deal about feeling nasty for having sex with a dog and had decided she didn't want to ever do it again. That was fine. Within a few days she also decided no more fisting or stretching her because that was also nasty and her pussy was gross and loose from it. I was taken back but ok whatever.
A week maybe later she started acting like I was to blame for those things. Now things had been about enough. She was the one that brought up fucking around with the dog. I knew she always tried to act like she did it for me but we both knew it was her idea. The fisting and stretching was a stretch to blame on me too. She was plenty loose when we met. She had told me she often double dildoed herself when mastetbating to be able to get off. It didn't long to see she needed something sizeable to really get off good and that's how that all started. I worked with what she needed.
I wasn't happy being blamed. IMO I had went along with it all because I was trying to let her have what she wanted. I had excepted and embraced it all because I cared about her and now it was like I was the bad guy? Next thing I know she wants to go to counseling for stuff that happened in her past.
I knew some stuff but would learn more. It came out that her brother had done things to her. Her first time was at his hands. I won't get into all that. Everything spiraled after that. No toys at all. And no sucking my dick at all. She wanted to stay together and she understood I needed a sex life. Her idea of a satisfying sex life for me was handjobs and just sex.
I wasn't down for handjobs except for occasionally. I mean shit I could do that myself. Counseling put her on several medications that mostly was to help her sleep and numb her when she was awake. It also gave her an identity to embrace. A victim.
Sex became just a means for me to get off. For quite a while she'd still let me fuck her and I did usually just about daily. She'd either get on her hands and knees or just pull down her pants and bend over. There was no interest or really participation on her part. It was more of here's my pussy. Use it and hurry up. I was really starting to resent a lot.
I felt I wasn't getting any say in anything. She was making the decisions and I should just be happy to have the opportunity to still have sex no matter if it was satisfying or not. Counseling taught her her feelings were legit no matter what they were and they should be validated by me.
Somehow my feeling didn't matter and apparently she got a voice but I didn't. I begun seeing things pretty lopsided and used her for nothing more then a cum dump. When I fucked her I hate fucked her. If she wanted me to just hurry and get done then so be it.
I'd tell her to take her pants off which was my way of telling her I was horny. Now all she ever did was pull her pants down and lean on the bed or couch or counter or whatever. I'd stand behind her spit on my hand. Wipe it on her pussy then drive my dick into her in a hurry. I'd fuck her as hard and as fast as I could. I never wanted her to cum or feel any pleasure. I'd cum in her then not say a word. just put my dick out and walk away.
As you can imagine that wasn't gonna last long but surprisingly it went like that for probably a good six months. About then she quit going to counseling but kept her prescriptions. She felt those kept her in a good place. We called it quits on a relationship but tried to make it work as roommates because it would be to much for either of us bills wise on our own.
Of course she still couldn't make her half of paying things because she got a better paying job but missed enough work that she wasn't bringing home enough. She'd borrow money and then take forever or never pay it back. She got a better paying job and was making more then me then but had the same issue of being too sick to make it in too often.
I got tired of helping her out and fighting to get my money back. She was only getting paid every two weeks but it was still sizeable checks. She shouldn't of been having problems. Some how or another we got to if she didn't pay me back on time she'd have to give up a piece of ass or two as interest. Before when I didn't give a shit about her I at least didn't let on that was the case. Now there was so much built up anger and resentment that I didn't care.
I'd fuck her like she owed me money because she did. Most times I'd pull out and cum all over her so she'd have to clean it off and/or change. It didn't take long to figure out she couldn't budget her money and could of easily not been getting in debt to me. She was wasting her money buying stuff she didn't need. Like buying things for herself was a way to feel good but it was short lived so it became a cycle.
I told her I was done helping her out period. It probably was a month until she come pleading again. I wasn't hearing it till she asked if I'd help if she let me fuck her or if she would suck my dick. Bingo. I knew she hated that now so that made me want to do it out of spite.. She'd lay on the bed and I'd basically get on her and fuck her mouth. Sometimes cumming in it or cumming on her face or in her hair. That all ended soon and she went to relying on overdrafts and hella fees with her bank to get by.
For a while I hated her and I wasn't too fond of the person I had become. I didn't want to be the person I'd become.. I got past most of that but I'm alone now. It's easier but I hope it's not forever. I had back to back failed long term relationships and I tried to do right by both of them and got scarred for my efforts.
She did get one final thing she wanted in the end. She finally convinced me she was indeed nasty. A nasty bitch.
That's where things ended.
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