Beastiality 13 – Bob’s Call For Help

Molly was surprised to get Bob’s call.

They had been friends and lovers a year or so ago, but had lost touch when Bob got serious about Sarah. This was the first time they had spoken in months.

“Hi Bob. It’s been quite a while. How have you been?” Molly inquired politely, if a little coolly.

“I’ve been doing OK, Molly. Yes, I know we have not spoken recently. Sorry about that. My new business has kept me pretty occupied,” Bob answered.

“And how is Sarah? Still ringing your chimes?” Molly asked with a grin in her voice.

“No complaints there,” Bob responded, his voice settling into the kind you use with an old friend. “However, there’s been an illness in her family, so she had to take an extended trip back East. We expect she’ll be gone for a month or so.”

Molly got a tingling of suspicion. “Sarah’s out of town, so you immediately call me, Bob?” Her tone of voice betrayed her thoughts of his possible ulterior motives.

“No, no. Nothing like that, I assure you,” Bob said defensively. “But in a way, I really am calling you because Sarah had to go out of town. She’s my assistant in my business, so I’m caught short for a while. Are you looking for any work these days?”

Molly thought of her current part time work at both the boutique, and the few nights she filled in at the Happy House – the small town’s legalized brothel. Neither paid very much, although Molly was keeping her head above water. “I’ve got a couple of part time jobs going at the moment. Nothing seriously time consuming,” she replied. “Have you got some work for me?” She was already thinking of a few things she’d like to buy if she could pull in some extra cash.

“I just might,” Bob confirmed, with a smile in his voice. “Would you like to come over, and have some coffee or tea, so we can discuss it?”

“Sure. I’d like that. When would you like?”

“No time like the present, if you’re available, Molly. How about coming over now?”

“OK, Bob. Do you still live at the same place?” she asked.

“Oh no. Sarah and I moved out to the far east of town, sort of on a ranch. Let me give you the directions.” He proceeded to do so, and Molly jotted them down.

Following Bob’s directions led her to an area of the town outskirts that she’d never been to before. Passing some woods, she arrived at his home. It really looked like a spacious ranch. His was the only home in sight. Pulling into the driveway, she parked near the house. As she turned off the engine and got out of her car, she heard some dogs barking from somewhere far behind the house. She could see fencing running from the corners of the house towards its rear.

As she walked toward the front door, it swung open, and Bob stood there, framed in the doorway with a huge smile of greeting on his face. Molly’s heart gave a little lurch at seeing him again. He was even more ruggedly handsome than she remembered. As she walked toward him, he opened his arms invitingly. Without thinking, she entered his embrace and felt his familiar arms wrap around her.

Being held, she turned her face up to look into his. She did not know if she intended to offer him a kiss, but he responded by giving her a friendly kiss before releasing her and escorting her inside.

“Please make yourself at home, Molly. Would you like tea or coffee?” he asked, perhaps to diffuse the situation somewhat.

Molly, mind a little flustered, replied, “Tea, please.”

Bob went into the kitchen. Molly could hear running water, and the clatter of spoons and tea cups as he prepared the tea. She strolled, looking around the room as she waited. “This is a very well appointed room,” she thought. “Bob must be doing well, and either he or Sarah has a good eye for decorations.” Here and there were framed photographs – pictures of Bob and Sarah enjoying themselves at various activities and locales.

Molly stopped short, looking at one picture. It was a picture of her and Bob, hugging and laughing into the camera. Why would this be here?

At this opportune moment, Bob strode into the room, carrying a tray with the tea things on it. “Bob… you have our picture here? Sarah does not mind?” Molly asked a bit incredulously.

He laughed. “Sarah’s not the jealous type. She’s the one who suggested I call you to help out while she’s gone. In fact, lately she’s been saying she’d like to get together with you.”

“Oh, she wants to get together for tea or something? For a chat?” Molly asked with a confused expression.

“Well, yes…” he answered with a pause. “But she’d also really like to get together with you,” he followed up, beaming with a lascivious smile.

Molly’s eyes widened as she grasped his meaning. “You mean…” she herself paused, trying to phrase it nicely. “Sarah is bi?” she finished.

“Yes, she’s bisexual, Molly. In fact, she’s as kinky as you are. The two of you would hit it off well,” Bob chuckled.

Molly flushed slightly, and swallowed hard. Regaining her composure somewhat, she stated, “This obviously is not why you asked me over here, though, since she’s away at the moment.”

“That’s correct. Sarah helps me with my dog training business, and I need a helper while she’s away.”

“Oh! I did hear dogs barking out back when I arrived. Those are the dogs you are training?” she asked.

Bob nodded.

“But I know nothing about training dogs, Bob. Why would Sarah suggest me as a temporary helper?”

Bob pondered a moment, choosing his words. Looking directly into Molly’s eyes, he asked, “Have you ever had sex with a dog?”

Molly was shocked. Her jaw dropped open and her face turned pale.

“Sex… with a dog?” she stammered. “No! Isn’t that illegal?”

“Not in this state, it’s not,” Bob assured her. “Our politicians are honest enough to vote with their cocks. That’s why we also have legal brothels, like the Happy House.”

Molly blanched even more. Did Bob know she worked there? Did Sarah? She had never noticed either of them visiting. Her mind whirled, trying to process this information. She realized he felt her blurted answer was incomplete. She continued, “I don’t know Bob. Sex with a dog. I’ve seen videos, of course, but I’ve no idea what that would be like. But why do you ask?”

“My business is training dogs to be sex partners, mostly for bored, lonely housewives who don’t get much sex from their husbands. Some husbands know, and approve. But most are clueless,” he explained. “Sarah is the female they practice on during their training. So we need a female to fill in while she’s gone, and Sarah immediately thought of you.”

Despite working in a brothel, Molly had not been laid for quite some time. Most of the men visiting the Happy House only wanted a quick hand job or blow job, just to unload their balls and run. No commitment or anything. The thought of having a randy cock in her pussy made her muscles down there twitch in a reflexive pleading motion. The idea of dog sex was foreign to her, but not repulsive. The idea of just being fucked excited her. The idea that Bob would be watching, but not be the one doing the fucking was a bit humiliating, but also sort of attractively kinky.

Bob watched her face as various emotions warred openly in her expressions. “Maybe I can show you something that will help you decide, Molly. Be right back.”

Molly’s hand shook as she drained the last of the tea from her teacup.

Perhaps a minute later, Bob returned, accompanied by a large German Shepherd.

“Molly, meet Ace, the dog that got this business started. Ace, greet Molly,” he said, pointing.

As Ace romped toward her, Molly could swear the dog was smiling. Reaching her, he immediately sniffed her up and down, wagging his tail.

After the greeting seemed to be complete, Bob commanded, “Ace. Side.”

The dog promptly flopped onto his side, belly toward Molly. She looked along the length of Ace’s underside, her eyes drawn to a tiny pink tip poking out of his sheath. The tip of his cock. Molly had never seen one in real life. She stared from her chair.

“Have a closer look, Molly. Ace won’t mind,” Bob told her. Ace thumped his tail on the floor in agreement, head swiveled to look at her.

Molly got off her chair and knelt down. She looked closely at the pink tip. Intrigued, she leaned in very close and sniffed, wondering if it would smell rank. To her relief, it had a clean, although musky scent. It was not unpleasant at all. She looked over at Bob. “Would he mind if I touched it?”

Bob smiled. “He would probably be disappointed if you didn’t. Just be gentle.”

If it had been a man’s cock, Molly would not have hesitated in grasping it – she was quite familiar with those. But this – this was different. Was Ace actually grinning at her as she began reaching forward? Was his tail thumping faster?

Molly’s finger touched the strange pink structure. Her fingertip reported warm wetness. The texture was rather silky. As she explored this new sensation, running a soft fingertip over the delicate pink flesh, more emerged, sliding smoothly into view, growing longer… and longer.

“He likes that,” Bob stated, perhaps unnecessarily. “You’re a natural, Molly.”

Molly knew he was flattering her, but her attention was focused on the magic in front of her eyes. Ace’s cock grew and grew, until it was slightly larger in length and girth than any human cock she had ever encountered. It was shaped differently, though. It had that pointy tip with a tiny hole in its center, and no evidence of a crown or frenulum. And at its base was a… well… a swollen lump, much larger in diameter than the shaft itself.

Molly’s fascination grew as she gently wrapped her hand around the shaft, and then slowly and carefully bent it in several directions, viewing the swollen cock from many angles. As she did this, the tiny hole began weeping droplets, occasionally interrupted by tiny sprays of a thin fluid.

“He’s not cumming, is he?” she asked Bob, without taking her eyes off the cock in her hands.

“Oh no. That’s just his precum fluids. They’re thin, watery, and taste sort of salty. The cum is both thicker and sweeter,” Bob explained.

Molly heard the word ‘tastes’ and realized she had a chance to find out for herself. Opening her mouth, she held the tip right at her opening, aiming inward, and waited. After a few moments, Ace obliged. His cock twitched slightly, and Molly felt the spray strike her tongue. As she closed her lips to taste the fluid better, more spray struck her closed lips. She licked that off with her tongue. The taste was not unpleasant at all, just mildly salty.

Bob must’ve knelt close to Molly, because he now whispered into her ear, “Ace loves being sucked, Molly. You can suck his cock, if you want to try it.”

Molly flushed a delicate pink, because as perverse as the idea seemed, she really did want to suck the cock that was twitching in her hands. Trying to ignore the fact that Bob was probably watching intently, she opened her mouth again, closed her lips over the cock’s tip, and began sucking. Ace made a sound that sounded like contentment, and laid the side of his head down onto the floor. Could dogs lose themselves in sensation?

Molly didn’t know, or care. She just sucked this responsive cock, whose sprays were turning into spurts of fluids. The amount increased with each spurt. Molly was swallowing intermittently at first, but gradually faster and faster until she was practically drinking the precum from Ace’s cock. Getting more used to the situation, she was gradually taking more of his cock into her mouth, angling it toward her throat.

Her eyes were closed, since all she could see was the fur of Ace’s underbelly anyway. She felt her lips finally touch that swollen knob at the base of Ace’s cock. She parted her lips to let more of that flesh be subjected to her suction.

Bob whispered, “That’s it. You’ve reached his knot. Better get ready.”

Molly was thinking, “Ready for what?” when Ace’s cock suddenly spewed a remarkable gush of sweeter tasting fluid. Most went right into Molly’s throat, threatening to choke her unless she swallowed faster. Some of the backwash filled her mouth, making her cheeks bulge.

“He’s cumming,” Bob explained, as he saw Molly’s cheeks ballooning. “You did it! Your first dog cum!” He waited until Ace stopped spewing, Molly’s throat stopped bobbing with swallows, and her lips slipped free of the dog’s penis before asking, “Did you like it?”

Molly swished the last of the cum around in her mouth, considering. She cleared her mouth with a final swallow and grinned. “Yes. It’s really good tasting – at least Ace’s is. I must admit I could certainly get to enjoy this.”

“That’s part of the dogs’ training. Learning to accept being serviced orally. Because, as you found, it’s fun sucking on a cock that shoots a sweeter cum, the owners report,” Bob confirmed. “But the main part of their training is fucking on command. Learning to mount their owners, and servicing them whenever they are horny. Would you like to see how that feels, Molly?” Bob asked with an almost lecherous grin.

“Oh heaven’s YES!” her inner voice said. But not ready to reveal such eagerness to Bob, she murmured nonchalantly, “I guess that would be all right to try. When would we plan to arrange it?”

“We’re right here. How about now?” Bob said merrily.

“Now? With Ace? But he just came!” Molly protested.

“Dogs don’t need the same recovery time that humans do,” Bob explained. “They can mount their bitches – I use the term loosely – several times in a row, if need be.”

Molly noticed her knees were quivering. It was ‘time to put up or shut up’. She amended that phrase to be ‘time to put out or shut up’. Bob would see her naked. But he had seen her naked before, so that was nothing new. Bob would see her fucking a dog. But Bob had apparently seen Sarah fucking dogs for perhaps a year, and he still seemed to respect her. Molly wished Sarah was here, to discuss this, but of course if Sarah were here, there would be no need for Molly’s assistance.

Mental debate concluded, Molly responded, “OK, Bob. You know me. Almost any kinky thing at least once. Do I need to get naked?

“It’s safest if your dress comes off, and your panties, too. You can leave your bra on, if you wish. Ace just needs access to your pussy. While you’re undressing, I’ll get his booties. We use these to cover the dogs’ claws and prevent scratching.”

Bob was only gone a moment, fetching the booties. He knelt, seemingly ignoring Molly as he slipped them over Ace’s front paws, and secured them in place. Molly stood, and kicked off her heels while unzipping and stepping out of her dress. She had not worn a bra or stockings today, so when she pulled down her panties, she was fully nude.

“What now, Bob?” she asked.

Bob tried not to ogle her beautiful body, unsuccessfully though. After relishing the sight of her naked body long enough to make Molly’s heart pound and her breathing deepen with sexual tension, he instructed, “Get on your hands and knees, with your knees wide apart.”

She got down into the position he indicated, noting that her pussy had reacted both to the cock sucking a few minutes ago, and to the fact that she was now naked and on display before two males: one human and one canine. Her labia were puffed and engorged, partially opening the slit between them. Her scent and pussy juices were emerging from her opening. Her body was begging to be fucked.

Bob gave a quiet command, “Ace. Lick.”

Ace promptly moved behind Molly and began licking her sexual region from her clit to her asshole, plowing his hot, eager tongue deeply along her furrow as his nose nudged her ass. Ace ate her with more enthusiasm than any human male had ever done, Bob included. Ace really gave this task his full attention.

Molly was moving her head slowly side to side, and forward and back, loving the oral attention her pussy was receiving. “Why did I wait so long in my life to let a dog lick me?” she wondered. Small moans and gasps escaped her lips as she savored the sensations.

“OK, Molly. I’m getting ready to give him the command to get on top of you. You’ll feel his body weight on your back as he plants his front paws, so brace yourself for that. Also, you need to reach one hand between your thighs and spread your pussy open. Have that hand ready to grasp his cock and guide him to your cunt hole as he starts humping,” Bob advised her. “You ready?”

Molly shifted her left hand to be more underneath her chest, freeing her right hand. She placed her right hand at her pussy, spreading her labia wide open, now naughtily hoping that Bob’s eyes were glued to her vagina – the vagina he used to fuck so vigorously himself. “Yes. I think I’m ready,” she informed him.

“Ace. Mount,” Bob commanded.

In seconds, Molly felt Ace’s tongue leave the region of her cunt, and his weight and soft underbelly fur on her back. His hips bumped her thighs as he started a humping motion. His wet cock was smacking against her left ass cheek. She grasped the stabbing spear of flesh, and dragged it to the right until she felt the warmth poking her opening. Relaxing her hand slightly, but keeping it like a guiding ring she felt Ace’s cock push into her opening, find purchase on her tunnel walls, and then thrust hard!

Hastily she withdrew her hand from between them, and brought it back forward to help brace herself. The dog began pounding her pussy with rapid strokes, like a piston moving in the cylinder of a race car engine! She could not believe how hard and fast he pumped! Taking a deep breath, she lowered her shoulders slightly, and raised her ass a small amount higher, aligning herself to him.

The angle was perfect! Ace fucked her with seemingly more passion than any human lover ever had. His cock action demanded that she cum! Molly let herself go completely, not trying to hold back, relishing this new experience. Ace’s fur along her back and ass and thighs was highly erotic. His muzzle was so close to her neck that she could hear his rapid panting. Spatters of dog saliva dripped from his lolling tongue onto the back of her neck, and she did not mind that one iota.

Ace bent slightly and licked his own saliva off Molly’s neck, and that contact sent her over the edge. She cried out, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m cumming!” Her cunt walls went into spasm, rippling on Ace’s canine cock. Molly, caught up in the throes of orgasm, began bucking back harder onto Ace’s cock, driving him even deeper inside her.

Only a small corner of her conscious mind realized that her cunt opening was suddenly being stretched even more. Molly’s bucking was pressing Ace’s knot hard against her vaginal ring. The dog responded with a strange sound deep in his throat, half whine, half growl. It was almost as if he was saying, “Oh, you want it, bitch? You want it all?” His front paws slid backwards down Molly’s back to hook and find purchase at the bend where her thighs met her torso. Ace arched up and drove his hips forward hard, at the same time using his body weight to pull Molly back into his thrust.

Molly screamed, her hands curling into tight fists as the pain erupted at her cunt entrance! Ace had managed to drive his knot fully into her, sealing her opening tightly. They ceased moving, since any movements now were painful to them both. Both of them were panting hard – Molly, trying to relax her cunt enough to adjust to this amazing stretch; Ace, breathing hard from his efforts at claiming his new bitch.

As Molly’s pain began to subside, she felt a new sensation deep in her core. The tip of Ace’s cock had softened as he knotted her, but now it was twitching around inside her as it began spurting warm fluids. Ace was howling joyfully as he unloaded his seed into the womb of this newfound bitch in heat.

To Molly, it felt like someone had lost control of a fire hose, which was thrashing back and forth inside her as it spewed. The amount of fluid was remarkable, and her cunt was firmly sealed by Ace’s knot. She could only kneel submissively as the sheer volume of semen filled her vaginal passage, and then forced its way through her cervix and flooded her womb! It felt like there was so much of it that her uterus was inflating, making her lower tummy bulge! Molly tried hard to keep her body from moving as a second, even more powerful climax surged through her, triggered by Ace’s ejaculation into her.

Bob was saying something, but in her altered state, she was having trouble concentrating, understanding him. “What?” she finally managed to gasp.

“I said, Ace has knotted you. So try not to move until that swelling at his cock base subsides. Otherwise both of you will suffer some pain,” Bob repeated.

Molly licked her lips, finding that they had dried out from her heavy panting, and nodded. “Got it,” she breathed. Ace had replaced his paws on her back, and settled his full length along her torso now, resting. His presence was comforting.

Bob stroked her hair, asking, “How are you doing, Molly?”

In answer, she moaned happily. Happy from that fantastic fucking, and happy to feel Bob stroking her hair. Stirring herself mentally, but not really wanting to break the spell, she whispered, “How long will Ace and I be like this?”

“It varies. Sometimes only five minutes, but it may be as long as fifteen. Ace knows what he’s doing. He seldom moves until his knot softens,” Bob said fondly.

Molly wondered if the fond tone in Bob’s voice was directed at her, at Ace, or at them both. She hoped it was the latter. She turned her head slowly, and saw that Bob was petting them both. She smiled. Her body was reporting a sensation now that she could only describe as ‘being full’, like after eating a large meal.

Bob may have been studying her expressions. “How do you feel right now?” he asked.

“I feel very full and satisfied, albeit a bit uncomfortable, like I feel after eating a little too much,” she responded with a heavy sigh.

“Ace can deliver some very big loads,” Bob chuckled with a tinge of pride in his voice. Molly suppressed a giggle, thinking that Bob was identifying closely with Ace, and mentally taking credit for injecting that large volume of semen into her.

After a time, Molly felt liquid seeping around Ace’s knot, and drizzling along her thigh. She was about to remark on this when Ace slipped sideways off her, tugging his cock free from her cunt with a loud burping sound. Gaping open, Molly’s cunt disgorged what felt like a massive quantity of dog cum, probably mixed with her own.

“Sorry about your floor,” Molly apologized, as the semen puddled underneath her.

“I’m not, and neither is Ace. You’re fantastic,” Bob said with a smile. He gently took hold of her chin and turned her to face him, then leaned in and gave her a long, tender kiss. As he finished the kiss, he noticed that Molly’s eyes were wet with tears. “You’re crying. What’s wrong?” he asked with a concerned tone of voice.

“Nothing is wrong, silly,” Molly grinned. “Don’t you know tears of happiness when you see them?” After letting that sink in, she continued, “So this is what a dog training assistant has to do, huh? When can I start?”

 

(to be continued) link to Bob, part 03