I winced as the tip of the very realistic dildoe pressed against the opening of my ass. Twelve inches long and almost two inches in diameter this was the largest object I had ever attempted to experience anally. Even though the fake cock was greased, and I had already used my fingers to stretch the anal opening, its entry was difficult. Inward then back out; each time pressing a little deeper while I pushed outward as if having a bowel movement.
It was snowing pretty hard. I had just stoked up the fire when I heard the knock at the door.
Who could that be, I thought.
I was up in the woods, practically in the middle of nowhere. It was just me and my dog Max, and Max was in his doggy bed sleeping the sleep of the dead.
There comes a time in every woman's life when she has to stop and say to herself, "Where am I now? Where am I going? How did I get here?" And then there are times that those are pretty darn dumb questions. Where am I now? I'm bent over the leading edge of a table. My hands are tied together and the nylon stocking used for that is looped over something on the far side. My stocking toes are barely able to touch the floor and I'm quite stretched out with my bottom in the air.