2,99 €
Traffic was a beast, so I took a short cut through the industrial part of town. And of course, I got a flat tire. With no help on the way, it was up to me to fix the flat. Then, out of nowhere, I got cornered by three huge guard dogs and I knew my only chance at survival was to submit my holes to their canine cocks.
Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
Dominated by Junkyard Dogs
Join My Newsletter
About the Author
**** WARNING****
This work of fiction contains adult sexual content, which may offend some audiences. This book is intended for mature adult (18+) audiences only. All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
First edition. 2017 Copyright © Krissy Cox
ADULT READING MATERIAL
After a long week at work, I couldn't wait to get home. I had my whole evening planned: relax in a hot bubble bath, order takeout and catch up on my TiVo shows. And since my boyfriend was out of town, I also wanted some one on one time with my new vibrator. But before I could unwind from a hellish week, I needed to get home and at the moment I was stuck in stand-still traffic. I'd already been on the 401 for over forty-five minutes and I'd only moved half a mile. Add to that, I needed to pee equaled me losing my patience.
I was desperate to get off the freeway and get home. That's when I remembered an app my friend told me about, it gives back roads directions to your destination. After downloading the app and entering my home address I was on the exit ramp heading toward the industrial part of the city.
I'd never been in this part of town before, but according to the app cutting through this area would get me home in about 15 minutes. But the only buildings around belonged to an oil company and a steel company, which made me uneasy. I was almost out of the area when I heard a pop sound and then I felt my car swerve, before finally feeling a thud sensation coming from the front right tire.
I had a flat tire and I didn't have AAA. Not that my phone worked anyways --I had no bars.
What a night. I was stranded in the sketchy part of town with no help on the way, and I still had to pee.
Fucking Fantastic!
It was almost pitch black outside except for a street lamp on the corner, but I had to pee so I got out of my car and looked for some grass to squat on. Since the area was mostly industrial, I ended up walking toward the steel company. When I got closer, I noticed the back of the building was fenced where the company trucks were parked. And I think I might've even seen a light on, which meant, hopefully, someone was there who might help me with my flat tire.
I found a small patch of grass in the alley behind the building and lifted up my skirt. It was strange, but as I pulled down my panties and squatted to pee, I felt like I was being watched. At first, I thought I was being paranoid but when I heard what sounded like steps on loose gravel, I knew I wasn't alone.
I was still in mid-stream, but I stood up anyway and urine ran all down my legs. I made a bee-line for the steel company's gated garage, hoping someone was there, but when I got to the chain-link fence and called out for help no-one answered.