Beginnings

I wrote some fantasy stories about bondage, and somehow a dog crept into the tale.

I could not tell if anyone was reading them, so a friend told me to move them to literotica.com, where people not only read (and number of reads is recorded), but also can vote. Link to those stories here.

However, that site allows tales of werewolves, etc. – but not plain old dog (read “beastiality”) stories.

So those stories had to stay here. And just recently, they rejected a story I wrote at the specific request of a reader, because it was “too non-consenting” even though they never got to read part 02, or understand this is the fantasy HE found gratifying. Heavy, heavy sighs. So, you get to read “Martin’s Torment” here, if you wish.

I emphasize they are fantasy. I do not advocate trying any of this stuff.

In fact, the best fantasies often lose their magic, if a person tries to make them reality.

If even the thought of beastiality or heavy bondage bothers you… stop now… read no farther.

By the way. I have to alter the publishing dates on these, so they will be presented in the correct order. Postings actually started early in 2014. The numbers in parentheses indicate the order of creation.

Submissive’s Journey Beastiality Chapters

(01) Pets  (after Submissive’s Journey 11 )                       (02) Visit from Susan ( Submissive’s Journey 15)

(03) Susan and Bruno (the followup to Submissive’s Journey 15)


 

Trip to the Vet Series

(06)Trip to the Vet Part 01                                                (07) Trip to the Vet part 02

(08) Trip to the Vet part 03                                               (09) Trip to the Vet part 04

(10) Trip to the Vet part 05


Bob Series

(12) Bob Relates His Adventure                                       (13) Bob’s Call for help

(14) Bob Expands Her Duties                                            (15) Bob Gets More Active

(31) Lucy and Spike at Bob’s                                            (32) Bob and Sarah with Molly


Hostess Series

(16) The Hostess                                                                     (17) The Hostess, pt. 02

(18) The Hostess, pt. 03                                                      (19) The Hostess – Stephanie’s Story

(22) The Hostess and the Master’s Girl                      (23) The Hostess and Her Gift

(39) Honi and the Hostess                                             (40) Honi and the Hostess, pt. 02


Martin Series (BDSM)

Martin’s Torment – pt. 01                                            Martin’s Torment – pt. 02

Martin’s Torment – pt. 03                                            Martin Meets Molly

Martin and the Glory Hole                                         Martin and the Glory Hole, pt. 2


Cuckold Stories

(24)  A Special Cuckolding                                                  (25) A Cuckold’s Ordeal


Incest Stories

(27) Single Dad                                                                      (28) Teasing Daddy


The New Editor Series

(33) Molly and the New Editor                                   (34) Molly and the New Editor, pt. 02

(35) Molly and the New Editor, pt 03                      (37) Molly and the New Editor, pt 04


Miscellaneous Stories

(04) The Dinner Party                                                        (05) The Visit (to Doug’s Mistress )

(11) Convinced by a Friend                                               (20) The Dog-Napping Adventure

(21) Kate’s Session                                                                (26) The Jewelers

(29) A Dom Submits                                                            (30) The Game of Sardines

(31) The Golf Widows                                                       (36) The Lawyer and Her Assistant      

(38) Selena’s Story                                           

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Beastiality 01 – Pets

I probably should’ve seen it coming. In hindsight, there were a lot of clues. Barbara had me wearing my collar for longer and longer periods. More and more, she called me pet, rather than my name. She enjoyed clipping a leash to my collar and making me walk around on all fours at her side – inside the house, and in good weather, often in darkness, outside around the house. So I should not have been surprised the evening that I returned home from work and was summoned to the basement. There, to my chagrin, I found that Barbara had installed a cage for me – actually, it looked more like a kennel! And sure enough, there was a water dish on the floor. And next to it there was a food dish, containing my supper! Barbara had me put on my leash (I did not wear it to work), strip to my underwear, and get down on my hands and knees. Then I had to eat my dinner without using my hands, while Barbara watched, highly amused. As I pressed my face into my food dish, I have never felt so humiliated in my life. I felt that the only thing that could make me sink lower would be having an audience, also watching. This gave me the horrifying idea that Barbara might take my food and water dish to the bondage club sometime, and have me feed in front of a crowd. My heart hammered in my chest, and my face and cheeks flushed a deep red, as I considered this. I sincerely hope that Barbara cannot read my mind.

 

When it came to be bedtime, I received the ‘privilege’ of sleeping in my kennel. That first night, Barbara did not lock me in – she just demanded that I remain in my kennel until she called me in the morning. Thank goodness she supplied me with lots of blankets. The basement can be rather cold, and it is certainly dark when the light is out, and the strange noises were rather unsettling. But I guess a person can get used to almost anything. Over a period of time, my kennel became familiar to me. And gradually, it became my home within our home. It felt safe to be enclosed in it. I want to emphasize at this point that this is not all that Barbara and I were doing. Rather, I am focusing on how this aspect of our relationship developed.

 

As the weather outside became nicer, Barbara became bolder. She began taking me for walks in the nearby woods. Thank goodness she supplied me with pads for my hands, my knees, and my feet. Walking on all fours for extended periods of time was arduous enough, without having to deal with abrasions. We did not spend much time on the well-traveled trails – we struck off into the isolation of the deeper woods. This suited me fine, both from the standpoint of the humiliation I would suffer if we encountered anyone – me being walked like a dog on a leash; and from the standpoint that as the weather got hotter, Barbara had me wearing skimpier and skimpier clothes. And, since we never seemed to encounter anyone – ultimately she had me walking naked, except for my pads!

 

And then she got the brilliant idea of taking other dogs along with us on our walks! She tested the idea by offering to walk the dogs of some of our friends – just to see how this worked out. So sometimes I shuffled through the forest trying to keep up with Barbara, who had a dog straining on a leash before her. And of course, the dog wanted to move a lot faster than I could. Barbara encouraged me to keep up – first by using whatever branch she might encounter on the forest floor – twitching it crossed my bare ass; later, she took to carrying a riding crop with her for this purpose. Many times I returned from our walks with brightly reddened butt cheeks!

 

Barbara tried taking two dogs along on our walks a couple of times – but this did not work out well. Trying to control two tugging dogs, while also trying to drag me along proved fairly impossible. And of course, the two dogs well out in the lead, were pissing and marking territory as they went. And many times I had the awful feeling of crawling through some suspiciously wet patches on the ground. For the most part, the dogs ignored me – too excited to be outdoors on such nice days. I suppose in their little doggie brains, they may have been curious why a human was crawling down at their level on these trips. But other things – like scents that only they could smell, or the scurrying of chipmunks and squirrels – held more interest for them.

 

It was not too long before I came home one day to find two surprises. One was a new kennel down in the basement next to mine. The second was Bruno, a good-sized German Shepherd – our new dog, and my kennel mate! I have no idea where Barbara purchased him. She merely said it was from a dog trainer friend of hers. Bruno, no longer a puppy, was already house broken. And he did seem well behaved. He offered me his paw to shake hands when commanded to do so. He sat quickly and eagerly on command, his bright eyes glancing back and forth from Barbara to me, awaiting our bidding. He even licked my face in a doggie kiss when I sat on the floor near him. Now Bruno and Bruno alone accompanied Barbara and me on our walks in the woods. And after his initial excitement at exploring this new territory, he settled right down like a good boy and seemed content to just walk by my side as I crawled along. So Barbara seldom had to encourage me to move faster, which spared me from getting my ass whipped so often. So all seemed to be working out well.

 

And then I got my period.

 

And quickly Bruno got very interested in my crotch. I could be walking upright around the house and he would come over and press his nose up between my thighs and sniff furiously. The first time he did this, it surprised me so much I shrieked and leapt into the air! Luckily, I was wearing a pad, so his cold wet nose only touched that and my inner thigh. Later that day, on our walk, he ambled even more slowly – falling slightly behind me. My all fours position made my crotch very available to his inquiring muzzle. Barbara seemed amused by his interest, and did nothing to dissuade him. And once, when he nudged me a little too ambitiously, I turned my head in his direction to say “Bruno! Stop that!” My eye caught what seemed to be a flash of scarlet under Bruno’s belly. I had never seen a dog’s cock before, so I was not quite sure what it was that had flashed before my eyes. I was soon to learn!

 

Several days later, my period had passed – the pads and tampons were gone. I thought that perhaps Bruno would now lose interest in my crotch, but I was wrong. Time and time again he would come up and press his muzzle between my thighs, and now his cold wet nose did indeed bump my sex! Barbara, seeing this, made me sit naked in a chair. She had me scoot my ass forward to the very edge of the chair seat, place my thighs wide apart, and hold my labia open with my fingers. Bruno looked at this display quizzically, tilting his head from side to side. Barbara said “It’s okay, boy. Have a good sniff.”

 

Encouraged, Bruno shuffled forward, butting his nose right against my clit, and inhaled deeply. He then snorted, his hot breath washing over my open cunt! This made me jerk slightly. But I jerked a lot more when his long hot tongue suddenly slurped out of his mouth and smacked wetly along the entire length of my sex! I shrieked and started to move when Barbara’s command rang out: “Hold still!” I froze in the chair. Bruno, not having been chastised for licking me, must have understood this to indicate approval. He continued to lick my cunt, lapping happily away enthusiastically! He was very thorough, his tongue reaching as low as my ass hole, and as high as my clit, covering all the territory in between. I was mortified – allowing an animal to lick my most intimate parts! The hot flush of embarrassment that started in my face quickly spread down my neck, and across my chest. Barbara merely acted surprised and amused by what was happening. It was only later that I learned the truth about Bruno.

 

My initial shrieks of dismay were gradually turning into moans of pleasure. My pussy had been kissed and licked many times in my past – but never like this! Never with such a long wet tongue, which was now plowing deeper between my labia, now darting in and out of my vagina! And never, never, this enthusiastically! My moans of pleasure turned into a groan of dismay when Barbara suddenly said “Enough, Bruno” and pulled him – with some effort – away from my groin. I sat in the chair, shaking – torn between the embarrassment of what it just happened and the perverse desire for more. I did not have long to wait.

 

Barbara made me lay down on the floor on my back, and again spread my thighs apart. Bruno needed no more encouragement, rushing to his target the moment Barbara released him. And that magic tongue again went to work! I did not have to hold my labia open for him – his tongue quickly plowed them wide apart, and dove again deeply into my vagina. Over and over again his tongue speared into me! He danced from side to side, changing his angle of attack, apparently trying to find the best angle to scoop out my innermost fluids, which by now were flowing freely! My heart was racing, my breath was ragged – I felt my fists clenching and unclenching, my tummy muscles fluttering! Bruno was about to make me cum! My head was slowly thrashing from side to side. At one point, when I was looking to my left, Bruno also danced his torso to my left, and then I saw it clearly! From the furry sheath that hung under his belly, a long, glistening scarlet cock had emerged! It waved back and forth with his dancing, and his excitement was evident by the drops dripping from the hole at its tip! I’m ashamed to say it, but the sight of that cock triggered my orgasm! I cried out loudly as my pussy convulsed, pumping my nectar into Bruno’s face! His tongue quickly jerked out of my cunt, so he could more easily lap up all the juices spewing from me! I think the intensity of my orgasm must’ve made me faint – the room spun as I sank briefly into unconsciousness. When I came to, shortly thereafter, Bruno was licking both me and the floor more slowly, cleaning up every drop he could find. Barbara was staring at this performance, wide-eyed, with a huge smile on her face.

 

Having finished with his cleanup duties, Bruno sat down on his haunches. To my amazement, that scarlet cock of his was still out of its sheath. Barbara caught me looking intently at that cock, and said “Go ahead, my pet, touch it!” I have always had a strong streak of curiosity, so I did not hesitate very long before I slowly reached out. I was watching Bruno carefully, alert to any sign that he might object strongly, perhaps viciously, to my touching him there. My fingertip made contact with the shaft of the cock, and gently stroked along its length. Bruno did not jerk away, did not growl. He made a strange whimpering sound, which I ultimately decided was a doggy equivalent of a moan. Emboldened, I began stroking his cock with several fingertips. The texture felt like warm velvet – rather intoxicating. It was also hot, engorged with blood as it was, and as I squeezed it gently between my fingers, I could feel it throbbing with his heartbeat! What an amazing feeling!

 

But then Barbara said something that made me gasp! “Go ahead, my pet, lick it!” In my mind, I was thinking: “Touch my tongue to a nasty dog cock? Eeeeeeeuuuwwwww!” But out loud I just said “Please Mistress, not that!” She retaliated: “Why not? It’s only fair. He licked you. Now you lick him.” I started to object further “But…” And I was shocked when her hand quickly slapped my face and she said “This is not a debate! I gave you a command! Lick that cock now!” I felt the fire in my cheek from the slap, as I slid my body closer to Bruno. I was rolled up on my side, my face fairly close to his cock. But still I hesitated, sniffing carefully, trying to judge from the scent what the taste might be like. Apparently, Barbara was getting exasperated by my hesitancy, because suddenly her open palm cracked harshly across my upper ass cheek! “Get to it!” she commanded.

 

My ass smarting, I extended my tongue, and carefully licked the shaft. My first impression was saltiness, and there was an earthy mustiness scent around his cock. The surface was smooth and warm – not disagreeable at all. Bruno again made that whimpering sound, which encouraged me to continue licking. I felt terribly naughty, but the more I got into the experience, the more erotic it became. Doing something so completely forbidden! And Barbara too was making sounds of encouragement, telling me what a good job I was doing. And then she said to me “Suck it.” In an instant, I realized that that is exactly what I wanted to do – I had just been waiting for an excuse. I licked my way up to the tip of the cock, to where the tiny hole was dripping a clear fluid. I slipped my mouth around the head of Bruno’s cock, engulfing a couple of inches of it. Bruno made his whimpering sound, and scooted his hips forward slightly. Barbara came forward and began petting his head, steadying him and telling him he was a good boy. I began sucking, tasting the clear fluid leaking from him. Barbara warned me not to touch his balls, and I obeyed without thinking – only wondering later how she knew that. But at that moment I was lost in the sensations I was experiencing – the warm, smooth rod throbbing in my mouth, the earthy smell of dog filling my nostrils, the texture of his cock skin sliding over my lips as I bobbed my head while sucking, the taste of the tiny trickle of fluid passing over my tongue and down my throat.

 

I don’t know how much time passed as I sucked on that marvelous cock. There may have been some warning sign, but if there was, I was completely unaware of it. Suddenly, Bruno came, catching me completely by surprise! His jet of cum hosed into my mouth! The blast was so voluminous that I felt my cheeks puff out, trying to contain all that fluid! Since I had been sucking, I inadvertently swallowed some of it before I knew what was happening. I was even more surprised to learn that Bruno’s cum was rather sweet tasting – in some ways, better tasting than a man’s cum! (Yes, I have tasted cum from various men – more about that in some future story.) When Bruno’s cock stop spurting, I slipped my mouth off of it, pursing my lips tightly to not spill his semen on the floor. I turned and looked at Barbara, who began laughing, see my cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. She said “I guess you’ll just have to swallow it – all of it.” I’m sure my eyes widened in shock at this command, but my throat started working. Swallow after swallow – sweet dog cum traveling down my throat into my stomach. Barbara watched intently – observing the working of my throat muscles, and the gradual diminishing of the puffing of my cheeks. When I stopped, she told me to open my mouth. I did, and she looked inside. Seeing that I had emptied it completely, she patted my head saying “Good girl.” She then patted Bruno’s head, saying “Good boy.” And after feeding and watering us, she put her pets away in their respective kennels for the night.

 

The next day, around midday, Barbara brought out a low padded bench. She had me strip and kneel down next to it, and stretch my torso face down onto its surface. She then cuffed and chained me, so I was completely restrained. Then she brought Bruno into the room. I had a premonition of what was about to occur, and I began shaking, looking over my shoulder at the two of them. Now Bruno was straining at his leash, and Barbara gave him a little slack, enough to let his muzzle approach my behind. He began licking me with that long, marvelous tongue. When I was thoroughly wet, and not just a little bit aroused, Barbara pulled Bruno back and made him sit. Looking over my shoulder, I saw her raise a whistle to her lips. When she blew it, I heard nothing but some air emerging from the whistle, but apparently Bruno could hear it. He romped forward, lunged his front paws onto my back, and I felt his wet hot cock stabbing blindly between my ass cheeks! Barbara came forward, leaned down, and, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, guided Bruno’s cock into my pussy!

 

Once he found the hole, he knew what to do! His cock surged into my vagina, and he began hammering away! I had never felt anything like this before! His hips banging into my ass with a rapid rhythm, each jerk ramming his cock deep inside me! I screamed when he first plunged into me, and might’ve tried to pull away if I had not been so securely bound. But his pre-cum fluids, mixing with my vaginal fluids, quickly lubricated my tunnel. And the initial pain of being taken so violently quickly gave way to intense pleasure! Soon I was moaning and shaking, and trying to assist Bruno in fucking me – his new bitch! It felt so good, I try to hold back my orgasm – but the rapid fire fucking I was receiving sent me spiraling over the edge, and I started howling as the orgasmic release overpowered me! Through the convulsions coursing through my body as I came, I was dimly aware that Bruno too had reached his peak. His cock began spewing his hot jizz into my rippling, sucking cunt! And then Bruno dismounted, his cock slipping from my hole – dog semen starting to ooze from its gaping opening! I heard a clicking sound, and turned my head to see that Barbara was snapping pictures! A wave of mortification swept over me as I realized she had probably photographed the entire event! My heart leapt into my throat as I began to wonder who might see those photographs someday.

 

And so I learned that Bruno was a specially trained dog. Barbara’s dog trainer friend was raising and training ‘sex dogs’. Bruno’s signal was that silent whistle that Barbara used. And then MY training began. I cannot hear the whistle – I can only hear the rush of air as Barbara blows it. But when she does, Bruno makes a special growl and bumps into me. I learned that when he does this, Barbara wants me to drop to all fours, ready to be mounted. If I am wearing panties, which admittedly is a rare event, I must strip them off fast – Bruno gets very impatient. I also learned to quickly reach behind myself and guide Bruno into the proper hole. He doesn’t care much which hole takes, as long as he can penetrate me. And that huge cock feels better in my cunt than in my ass! After he scratched my back a couple of times in his enthusiasm, Barbara had me create small booties for him, to pad his paws. Once he seem to associate the booties with sex, he made no objection to wearing them on a regular basis.

 

One day we were on our woods walk, and I was completely naked except for the pads on my hands, knees, and feet. Suddenly, unexpectedly, Barbara blew the whistle. I was already on all fours, but I stopped and lowered my head and shoulders even closer to the ground, raising my ass up – a position I found that made it easy for Bruno to mount correctly. He lunged up onto me, and speared me beautifully – his burgeoning cock ramming directly into my cunt! He started fucking me furiously, perhaps invigorated by the fresh air and being out in nature! His delicious hammering at my sex seemed even faster and harder than usual. And his hind paws were digging into the earth, propelling him forward on my back as he screwed me. And then I felt something completely new – the knot at the base of his cock started pushing at my vaginal entrance! And with a huge push and a lunge, he shoved the knot completely inside my vagina, stretching it painfully! I suppressed a shriek, clapping my jaws tightly together, and trying to relax my vaginal muscles! Bruno had knotted me! Barbara had warned that this could happen sometime, and cautioned me that if it ever did I should make no attempt to immediately free myself. Doing so could injure both me and Bruno. So I held myself perfectly still, tears leaking from my eyes as he continued to fuck me.

 

After only a couple more thrusts, he began to cum! My cunt was sealed! His scalding jet of dog semen had no place to go but deeper inside me! There was so much fluid, it almost felt like he was pissing into my pussy! I imagined that if anyone was looking at my belly, they would see it swelling with his cum! And then he stopped, slipping off of my back, both of us panting. He managed to turn around, so that his ass bumped against my ass, his cock still locked in my cunt. He gave a tiny tug, which must have pained us both, because we both winced, and then stood still. Then I had an incredulous sensation – even though he was not pounding into me, Bruno started coming again – squirting even more semen into my sealed womb! I was beginning to wonder if my private parts could explode from so much pressure when we heard the voices! People were walking near us in the woods, talking with each other! At any moment they might come upon us and see me like this! A naked woman on her hands and knees stuck on the end of a huge dogs cock! Obviously a dog fucking bitch! I thought I had been humiliated earlier in my life, but nothing approached this! Barbara had knelt down by Bruno’s head, holding him and keeping him quiet. The voices got louder and nearer. My heart hammered in my chest, my face and neck were hot with blood from the shame I felt. And then the voices started to fade away – the people were passing us by, and had not seen us. I wanted to heave a sigh of relief, but I was afraid to make a sound. The next 10 or 15 minutes – the time it took for Bruno’s knot to deflate and finally slip out of me – seemed like an eternity. Barbara seemed very unconcerned about our close call. Needless to say, that was not the last time that Bruno fucked me in the woods.

 

Beastiality 02 – A Visit From Susan

It started out as a fairly ordinary day. That is, if you consider it ordinary to find yourself kneeling, collared, on your hands and knees, naked, as your Mistress uses you as a footstool while she reads the paper. I was enjoying the sensation of her bare feet resting on my back, occasionally brushing my buttocks as she crossed her long, shapely legs from time to time. Sunlight was streaming through the window, warming the room, and the soft rustling sounds of her turning pages were lulling me into a drowsy state. And then there was a knock on our door. Bruno, our dog, was resting in our cool basement in his cage. Even if he heard that knock, he had been trained not to bark unless commanded to do so. Of course, that is not the full extent of his training, as you well know if you have been reading my stories.

Answer the door, pet,” my Mistress ordered, and moved her foot to give my butt a gentle push as she removed her feet. She had not told me to crawl to the door, so I use the opportunity to stand up, rubbing my knees to return more circulation to them. As I approached the door, I suffered a brief qualm, glancing down at my unclothed body. I had no idea who was on the other side of that door – a neighbor? A delivery man? Someone selling something? It could be anyone. My Mistress seemed very nonchalant about my nudity. Trying to hide most of my body behind the door, I turned the knob and slowly opened it a tiny amount to peek outside. I knew that whoever was there would still be able to see my collar, but I hoped they would assume it was just an ornate choker.

I could not contain my gasp of surprise at the sight that greeted my eyes! Standing on our doorstep, smiling her great beaming smile, was Susan! What a fantastic surprise! Without hesitation, I threw the door wide open, and dropped to my knees to greet her. “Mistress Susan is here!” I called out. “Greetings, Mistress.”

Barbara called out “Come on in, Susan!” Susan stepped inside, and the moment she did, I bent forward to her feet, holding each one between my hands, and lovingly kissing its instep. It did not even occur to me that the door was wide open, and anyone walking by would have a very good chance to see a naked girl kneeling, and kissing the feet of the woman before her. I actually doubt I would’ve cared very much, I was so happy to see Susan again.

Once I let go of her feet, Susan walked past me to greet Barbara with a big hug, leaving me to close the door, and follow. They then set down on the sofa to chat and catch up with one another. Without being told to do so, I scrambled over before them, and again knelt down on my hands and knees in my footstool position. Without a break in their conversation, they both casually placed their feet up onto my body – Barbara’s bare feet, alongside of Susan’s feet, still encased in her lovely black leather pumps. Susan asked how my training was coming along, and I blushed delicately as Barbara recounted some of our more lurid adventures. I knew that it was inevitable that sooner or later Barbara would mention Bruno, and I trembled at that thought. I knew that Susan was tolerant of many things – but I feared she might find that aspect of my life disgusting. Since Barbara had kept me awake most of the night, amusing herself with me, I soon found myself dozing off in the warm sunshine.

But I snapped fully alert when I heard Susan say, “A dog? Really?”

“Yes,” Barbara replied. “Would you like to see?”

“Oh yes! I would love to.”

Barbara then addressed me, “Pet, crawl and fetch Bruno.”

“Yes Mistress.” I moved out from under their feet and started crawling towards the basement on my hands and knees, acutely aware that both women were probably eyeing my naked buttocks as I moved away from them.

“Oh, and bring him on his leash.”

“Yes Mistress”, I answered, and continued my journey, down the basement steps – not easy to do on my hands and knees. Bruno was happy to see me, and seemed to smile as I snapped his leash to his collar. Since I was crawling, I had to take the other end of the leash between my teeth. I began crawling up the basement steps, Bruno trailing behind. His position made it easy for him to sniff my ass in his doggy way, and once or twice be surprised me with a quick lick. I crawled over to Barbara, and she took his leash from my mouth.

She introduced Susan to Bruno, letting him sniff her hand, informing him she was a friend. “He is very well trained,” Barbara remarked.

Pet, get in position for Bruno to drink,” Barbara commanded me.

I moved to the center of the room, swung around from a crawling position to a faceup-sitting position, and leaned back onto my elbows. I then spread my legs and thighs wide apart, exposing myself fully, feeling hot flush creep from my face down my neck as a result of this obscene display. Bruno focused his attention on me, but sat motionless, awaiting Barbara’s command. Barbara let some time pass with this tableau, enjoying her control of her two pets. Finally she said “Bruno, drink.” Quickly the dog moved between my legs, and his long wet tongue began lapping at my sexual folds. I’m sure my flush deepened with my awareness of Susan’s eyes focused on Bruno’s tongue lapping at my pussy.

The first beads of my nectar began to emerge from between my labia, and I moaned as Bruno intensified his efforts – his tongue now prying my lips apart, and spearing deeper into my tunnel. Occasionally, as his muzzle moved forward, his cold wet nose bumped against my rapidly swelling clit. Barbara can read me well, and she was watching carefully. Just as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, she called out, “Bruno – enough! Come here!” He obediently stopped and went to sit at her feet, leaving me splayed open, moaning like a bitch in heat! Both Barbara and Susan were wearing huge smiles at my dismay, bringing back memories of earlier times when they were both tormenting me.

Susan asked Barbara, “Does Bruno do more than lick?”

“Certainly,” Barbara answered. “Let me show you. Pet, turn over onto your hands and knees.” Aroused as I was, I did not hesitate, assuming the position, orienting my backside toward the sofa. “Better make it elbows and knees,”  Barbara amended.

“Yes Mistress.” I lowered my upper body toward the floor, going down onto my elbows. I rested my cheek against the floor, my breasts now pillowed against it, and my wide apart thighs holding my ass up high.

Barbara did not pause very long this time, soon giving Bruno the command. “Bruno – Mount!” I was able to look backward along my body, watching Bruno move towards me. I heard a gasp escape Susan’s lips as she saw Bruno’s glistening scarlet cock beginning to slip out of its furry sheath. Bruno paused briefly to lick my cunt lips apart, and then I felt the weight of his paws on my back and the hot wetness of his cock beginning to stab at my crotch, seeking my tunnel. Being well practiced, in seconds he found his target! I groaned aloud as his thick hot cock rammed deep into my vagina, stretching its walls! And then he began bucking his hips, pounding into me hard and fast! Sensing a question that was rising fast in my mind, Barbara told me, “Yes my pet – you may cum. Put on a good show for Susan – cum as many times as you can.”

It did not take long.

My first orgasm erupted deep in my core, making me scream with the intensity of it! Bruno was used to making such sounds rip from my throat – his fucking did not miss a beat! And my second orgasm followed quickly, as I felt Bruno’s cock twitch inside my cunt, and begin spewing his doggy cum, flooding it! When he finished, he slipped off my back, withdrawing his slippery cock from my vaginal tunnel, leaving it gaping open in plain sight of both Barbara and Susan. My inner walls were still rippling and spasming, and I could feel these movements causing his cum to ooze from my opening, drizzle down my slit, and drip onto the floor between my still-spread knees. What a sight I must have presented – a moaning bitch, freshly used. But Bruno was not finished with me – not by a long shot! He turned in a tight circle, and again mounted my back. His rapidly thickening prick again drilled into my still oozing hole. He rammed it deep, pulling at my hips with his paws. I felt drops of his saliva sprinkling onto my back from his lolling tongue, as he panted above me. At first, I felt the fur of his cock sheath nudging at my labia.

But soon I moaned loudly because I felt something different – the swollen knot at the base of his cock began pressing at my opening. As it touched me, some instinct triggered within him, and he growled and shoved really hard with his hips. I did not even have enough time to scream at the sudden stretching pain before I felt the knot pop into me, sealing my opening! Bruno’s hips still moved with effort, but his cock was now wedged inside me, and could produce very little internal movement. But there was still enough movement for it to grind against some of my most sensitive spots, and my belated scream from the knot penetration quickly turned into a series of howls! Howls of pleasure as orgasm after orgasm began rumbling through my body! And somewhere, during them, Bruno began to cum again – but this time my cunt was sealed – there was no place for his sperm to go but inward! It flooded what little space remained in my vagina, and then surged further inward, filling my womb to capacity! It may have been my imagination, but there was so much dog semen being pumped into me, that it felt like my belly was distending! Dully, through the haze of my orgasms, I wondered if Barbara or Susan could see me swelling. Finally, Bruno seem to have spent all of his seed – his hips stopped moving. Tied to me by his knot, he could not dismount – he just lowered his torso down along my back, panting quietly, slumped on his freshly fucked bitch.

Resting now with my eyes closed, I heard Barbara and Susan get off of the sofa and walk over for a closer look. From the location of her voice, Barbara must’ve been stooped near my head, petting Bruno’s head, telling him what a good boy he was. And then my humiliation deepened as I felt a pair of hands, which must’ve belonged to Susan, prodding my labia apart. Obviously, she wanted a good look at how Bruno’s knot looked, buried in my pussy! She tugged at my labia making soft ooing and ahhing sounds as her examination continued. At one point her fingertip inadvertently nudged my still quivering clit, making my hips move involuntarily, producing a “yip” from Bruno, and a “yelp” from me at the pain that this movement caused. “Sorry Bruno”, Susan said, perhaps more concerned about him than me. “How long will they stay locked together?” she asked Barbara.

“It varies,” was the reply. “But usually no longer than a half an hour, sometimes much shorter. Maybe we should have a cup of tea while we wait,” Barbara suggested. So off they went to the kitchen, leaving me and my doggie lover locked in our embrace.

After a bit, Bruno slid off my back. And, in a manner I still don’t understand, was able to turn his body to face away from me – standing now with his butt against mine. And so we waited, until his cock swelling subsided enough for his knot to finally pull out of my pussy with a loud sucking, squelching sound, as he scrambled away from me, his paws churning on the floor. As his cock pulled free, a gush of trapped fluids – his mixed with mine – cascaded from my vaginal opening, and down my thighs. I turned slightly, and probably turned a bright beet red, as I saw both Susan and Barbara sitting on the sofa again, calmly sipping their tea as they eyed my messy, well-used, body. I also knew that in a few moments, Barbara was going to tell me to clean up the mess. What I did not know, was whether she would command me to clean it using a sponge and a bucket of water – or – to clean it using only my tongue. Given that she had an audience, I had a sinking feeling which method she would choose.

To be continued…

Beastiality 03 – Susan and Bruno

One day, Susan arrived for a visit with us, and I noticed two things right away when she arrived at our front door. First of all, she was wearing clothes. I know that does not sound unusual to most readers, but you may recall that our Mistress usually demanded that Susan enter our house naked. More importantly was the strange expression on her face – and for that matter, the strange color of her skin. Her complexion was almost ashen. That, combined with the expression I was seeing, drove it home to me – Susan was frightened! “What is wrong, sister?” I asked her, as I took her coat to hang it up. I heard her swallow a couple of times, trying to find her voice, and I saw to my surprise that her hands seem to be shaking.

She finally stammered out, “Mistress says that today…” and her voice trailed off.

“What? I could not hear that, sister.”

In response, she opened her arms and I instinctively stepped into them, embracing her. Her body trembled against mine, and she finally whispered into my ear, “Mistress says that today I will service Bruno.”

At first, I could not comprehend what the fuss was about. Service Bruno? I had done that more times than I can count – well, not that many times I guess – but I had stopped counting. “So?” I asked quizzically.

Susan replied, “Sister – I’m scared. I saw how brutally Bruno took you that time! He’s an animal – a rather savage animal!”

Oh no! You have that all wrong! Bruno is a good dog – an obedient dog. He does exactly what is told to do, when he is told to do it. He does not attack me without provocation, or do anything like that.”

But he leapt on you – I saw him do it! And then he hammered into you as you screamed and screamed!”

Sister, sister – he mounted me when Mistress told him to – that is nothing like leaping on me. And he hammered into me, as you say, because that is the way he fucks – vigorously, as any dog does. And my screams were not of dismay – they were screams of enjoyment! I cannot even try to describe what it feels like to be fucked so wonderfully!”

But he…” she paused, and then tried again. “But he… got stuck inside you. I remember.”

Yes,” I answered with a gentle smile. “That is called being knotted, because dogs have a swelling at the base of their cock which is called a knot. But that does not always happen – usually after he cums, he just slips out. If he does knot you, you just need to remain stationary until his swelling goes down. If you try to move it will hurt both of you. He knows that very well, and he does not like being hurt in such a sensitive area, so he will remain motionless also, until the slips free.” I did not think it was time to mention to her that on rare occasions when he knotted me, his cock would sometimes continue to ejaculate into my pussy from time to time, and that I could feel it every time his cock throbbed and squirted! I figured she was worried enough without knowing about that possibility.

But in our discussion, we had lost track of the fact that Mistress was waiting for us. Her voice rang out, dripping with impatience! “Pet! Bitch! Get your asses in here!” We did not even stop to think – we ran! We threw ourselves at her feet, slamming our upper bodies flat on the floor in abject apology.

Sorry, Mistress. Please forgive us, Mistress,” we implored.

And what was the reason for the delay?” she demanded. Between the two of us, in an admittedly disjointed fashion, we tried to explain what we had been discussing. Once she finally understood, her first comment was, “Humpfff – afraid of our lovely Bruno?” At this point, of course, Susan was still dressed. “Bitch – if those clothes are not off of your body in 15 seconds, whatever is left will be torn from you.” I have never seen Susan disrobe that fast! She leapt to her feet and her clothes virtually vanished!

Good,” Mistress said as she nodded. “Now stand still. Pet, go fetch the pads, and strap them to your sister.” I skittered quickly away, not wanting to incur her wrath. I grabbed the pads and raced back. Kneeling next to Susan, I attached them to her legs.

Now, my bitch – get on all fours!” Her tone of voice indicated no hope of discussion, let alone disobedience. Susan dropped to her knees, and fell forward onto her hands. The pads that I had attached to her protected her knees against the hard floor. “Pet – go fetch Bruno.”

I believe I heard Susan gasp, perhaps in dismay, but I had no choice – I went into the basement, and removed Bruno from his sleeping quarters. He was happy to see me, going up onto his hind paws, resting his front paws on my shoulders, and giving me a wet lick on my cheek. “Good boy,” I said to him. “Upstairs now.” He dropped to the floor and obediently trotted up the steps. Following his body up the steps, I watched him trot into the room and go to our Mistress, sitting down and looking adoringly into her face.

Barbara smiled, and petted him. “Such a good boy,” she said. “Today you get a special treat.”

I saw Susan visibly tremble at these words. Honestly, I could not really understand her fear, having serviced Bruno so many times myself. But the fear of the unknown can be a strong fear. I figured that in a few minutes Susan’s fears would dissipate. I was wrong.

Barbara then picked up a book, and started reading – ignoring Susan as she knelt naked on all fours. Bruno, being a well-trained dog, sat quietly watching Barbara, waiting for her commands. I have said earlier that Bruno responded to silent whistle commands, and verbal commands. Recently, Barbara had trained him also to respond to hand signals, so he was watching her hands closely. She did give a hand signal, but it was to me – to kneel where I was. So here was our tableau – one naked woman kneeling, another naked woman down on all fours, our Mistress sitting on the sofa – reading, and the rather large dog sitting at her feet, watching her every movement. It was so quiet I could hear the clock ticking in the other room. And Susan, still trembling slightly, awaited her Mistress’ pleasure.

After a while, Barbara looked at me and said, “My pet, I think you ought to show your sister what Bruno’s cock looks like up close.”

“Yes Mistress,” I quickly replied, and scrambled over to the area of Susan’s head.

Mistress signaled Bruno to go to me. When he reached us, I whispered to Bruno the word “display”. He promptly laid down on his side in front of Susan. I reached for his furry sheath, being careful not to touch his scrotum – he gets upset being touched there. But he likes my hands on his sheath – I could feel his cock starting to stiffen inside it, and in moments the scarlet colored tip started to emerge. I looked into my sister’s eyes as she stared at the cock, revealing itself. Her eyes widened into a startled expression. The only other time that she had seen Bruno’s cock, it had been buried in my cunt, so she really had no idea of its dimensions. And they are impressive. As he gets excited it gets both longer and thicker. I love the warm, smooth feel of it in my fingers. I carefully pushed the sheath back out of the way until finally Bruno’s knot came into view. I kept my fingers encircling the base of the cock and its knot, holding it for my sister’s perusal. I saw her visibly swallow several times, and I assumed that her mouth had gone dry, and she was trying to wet it.

What do you think, bitch?” Mistress asked her.

It’s – huge, Mistress,” was her stammered reply.

You may as well get used to it,” Mistress told her. “Sniff it.”

Susan obediently lowered her face close to the cock, and inhaled several times.

“Well?” Mistress inquired.

I thought it would smell bad, Mistress – but it’s scent is quite pleasant.”

Good – now kiss it.”

I saw Susan swallow anew. But then she brought her lips to the center of the cock shaft, planting a delicate kiss. Bruno whined appreciatively. As Susan pulled her lips back away from the cock, I saw her tongue dart out, tentatively tasting the surface of her lips. I knew she was wondering what his cock tasted like.

Mistress knew that also. “Bitch – you may kiss and lick it – really get to know it.”

“Yes Mistress,” she whispered. She began a series of gentle kisses up and down the shaft. She seemed very tentative as she approached the swollen knot area – but she kissed that also. Then she began licking. Her delicate pink tongue stroked over the deeper mottled scarlet colored cock surface, making it glisten with her saliva. Bruno laid very still, with only his tail lightly thumping the floor, and emitting little happy doggie whimpers. His cock swelled even larger and longer, with tiny drops forming at the tip.

Lick off those drops, my little bitch,” Mistress commanded. “I don’t want anything spilled on my floor.”

Susan made a face that I don’t think that Mistress could see from her angle, but she obeyed. Her tongue lapped carefully at the drops, and then I saw a look of surprise on her face. I don’t know what she expected them to taste like, but I know from experience that they are delicious – at least to me.

Then Mistress said, “You are doing well my little bitch. Now take the head of his cock all the way into your mouth.”

I saw Susan tremble, but in moments her lips parted and she turned her head a little bit sideways and, closing her eyes, slipped the cock into her mouth. Feeling his cock engulfed in her wet warm, Bruno whined happily. My hand was still holding his cock at its base, and I could feel surges of fresh hot blood throbbing into it.

“It does not appear that you are sucking on that cock, are you, bitch?”

Susan did not remove the cock from her mouth, but she shook her head from side to side with tiny movements, indicating ‘no’.

“Well, start sucking then – but very gently – and let your tongue stroke it inside your mouth. Understand, bitch?”

Susan nodded slowly, and I saw her cheeks hollow a tiny bit as she applied a gentle suction. Bruno whined loudly at this. Susan, still down on all fours, sucked gently on that cock for several minutes, most of them with her eyes closed. I assumed she felt humiliated being in this position, and perhaps not staring at the furry underbelly of the dog helped her deal with some aspects of that humiliation.

My hand wrapped around the base of Bruno’s cock felt something occurring, bringing me fully alert. I suddenly saw Susan’s cheeks bulge, and her eyes flew open with a startled expression! Without much warning, Bruno had shot a massive load of dog semen into her mouth! I rather expected her to spit it all out in disgust, but she just knelt there, cheeks all distended with fluid! Later she explained to me that she was very aware that Mistress had said that she did not want anything messing up her floor. She was in a quandary. If Bruno came again – and there was no way that Susan could guess whether he would or not – she would be unable to hold any more of his cum. She also told me later how surprised and pleased she was at the taste of his thin fluid – sweet, with a spicy undertone. Finally, as the shock of his sudden ejaculation wore off, Susan’s throat started working. I could see swallow after swallow coursing down her throat, as the bulge in her cheeks gradually subsided. Mistress, from her vantage point, could see all of this also. A strange smile played across her face as she watched her submissive bitch feeding on her first load of dog cum.

Good job, my little bitch. When that cock is completely clean, you may remove it from your mouth.”

I saw Susan’s mouth and lips moving for about a minute. She must’ve been using her tongue to wash the cock head and shaft. Then she slipped her lips free with a soft sigh.

“Take Bruno outside, pet, and make sure he has food and water.”

“Yes Mistress,” I acknowledged, and led him out the back door into our secluded backyard. I clipped his collar to his running line, and checked his food and water dishes. Then I returned to the room where Susan remained kneeling.

Feed your sister in the same manner, my pet.”

I knew what this meant. I fetched two bowls, pouring water into one, and food into the other. I placed them both beneath Susan, within easy reach.

“Go ahead,” Mistress commanded. “Eat and drink.”

Susan flushed a deep shade of scarlet – it looked like her cheeks were on fire. I saw her hesitate, but apparently not long enough for Mistress to get angry. She lowered her face and began slurping at the water, and then moving her head into the feed dish – eating like a dog! When she was finished, I took away the bowls.

Mistress told Susan, “If your arms are getting tired, you may rest the side of your face and your shoulders on the floor, but always keep your ass well up into the air.”

Susan must’ve been tired by then, because she immediately let her head sink to the floor with a sigh of gratitude. Later I was told to bring Bruno back into the room. He bounded in happily, looking keenly and adoringly at his Mistress, awaiting her command. Susan tensed visibly the moment the dog entered the room. Mistress gave Bruno the hand signal for ‘lick’. He immediately went behind Susan, and his long pink tongue began plowing its way along her slit. She shrieked slightly at the initial contact. The lapping sounds created by his tongue filled the quiet room. Those sounds were gradually joined by low moans escaping from Susan’s lips. Then Mistress signaled Bruno to stop, and sit, which he did promptly. I thought that Mistress would signal Bruno to mount Susan now, but I was wrong. Instead, she let minutes pass, gradually stretching into almost an hour, intermittently signaling Bruno to lick – getting Susan aroused – and then stop and sit again. I could not really feel sorry for my sister, even though I knew in a certain way she was being tormented. But Bruno is a fantastic cunnilinguist – better than any man I have ever had. And Susan was getting the benefit of his talents over and over again.

I wondered why my Mistress was taking this approach. Finally, it became obvious to me. Susan, who had started the day fearing being fucked by our dog, began begging and pleading with Barbara. I could hardly believe my ears – she was now begging her Mistress to, “Please, please, please let the dog fuck me!” Every time Bruno licked her, her pleading became louder and more intense!

Are you sure, my little bitch? You really want that big hot dog cock shoved into your wet little pussy?”

Bruno was lapping fiercely at her labia as Susan howled, “Yes, Mistress – please!”

Barbara looked at me and nodded, so I scooted to kneel next to Susan’s hip, ready to assist Bruno’s aim. Barbara finally issued the command, “Bruno, Mount!” Bruno immediately stopped licking Susan, and reared up to place his paws on her back. His bright red cock was already slipped forward out of his sheath, and I grasped it and aimed it at Susan’s soaking wet vaginal opening as Bruno started dancing his hips forward and back. The cock head found the hole, and plunged in deep and fast. Susan screamed loudly as she felt his rod skewer her! He began hammering at her with an intensity that is always astounding! Susan made some minor adjustments to the position of her knees, and she also moved her hands further in front of her to help brace herself against his thrusts. Then, to my astonishment, Susan, shaped into a wanton little whore by the events of the day, began yelling encouragement to her beastly lover! “OMG! Yes!” she cried out. She moaned. She groaned. “Fuck me, Bruno!”

There were loud squishy sounds emanating from her pussy as his cock plunged over and over deep into her wetness. She could not possibly try to push back against his cock, or meet his rhythm – he was pounding too fast for that! She just braced herself, arched her back, and presented herself as a canine fuck toy! “Yes, yes! I am your bitch, you fantastic fucker!” She shook with her first orgasm, babbling something unintelligible as she came! Bruno, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth, dripping his saliva onto her back, just kept bucking against her ass cheeks! Susan’s body stiffened, her head snapped up, and her eyes flew open, as her mouth sucked in air – to let her give voice to her second orgasm!

A few moments later, Susan cried out again, but this time she screamed, “He’s cumming! OMG – he’s cumming!” And sure enough, Bruno’s cock began squirting his hot cum deep inside her! He had not knotted her – his seal on her cunt opening was not tight – some of his thin semen spurted out, running down her labia and then along her inner thighs! This either triggered another orgasm in Susan, or prolonged the one already wracking her body! Bruno dismounted from his new bitch, his cock easily slipping out of her well lubricated tunnel. He sat and began licking his cock clean, and I could swear I saw a big doggie smile on his face.

Susan, still quivering, let her head and shoulders descend to the floor, keeping her ass well up in the air as Mistress had commanded. Her distended vaginal opening still gaped between her labia. Her vaginal muscles were probably still rippling inside her, because as I watched, more dog semen oozed out, its scent strong in the room. Susan moaned as she felt the hot fluids trickling down her body. Some of it went down her thighs, but because of the tilt of her torso, more of it flowed across her mound and her tummy, pooling between her breasts where they were flattened against the floor.

After several minutes of listening to Susan gasp and moan, Mistress said to her, “Well my little bitch, I see you managed to mess up my floor after all. Go ahead – lay yourself down in it!”

Susan’s cheeks flushed crimson with blood and heat at hearing this, but she obediently let her knees slip backwards, settling her body into the pool of dog cum. What a mess she was! But when she recovered her breath, she looked up at our Mistress with a radiant smile. “Thank you, Mistress, for giving me such an amazing experience!” Her body was still quivering gently with aftershocks as she went on to say, “I will gladly service Bruno at any time that you wish, Mistress.”

Barbara smiled back at her, saying, “Of course you will.”

How I envied my wonderful sister at that moment. I envied her more a little while later, because she got to share a joint shower with Mistress, also naked, to cleanse her body, while I was left to clean up the floor!

Beastiality 06 – A Trip to the Vet’s Office

Obsessions can be curious things.

For instance, my Mistress became obsessed with the idea of having me service her dog, which by the way, I was not adverse to doing. She had recently purchased a magnificent male Great Dane named Buster, unneutered, of course. Deciding that I was to be his bitch, she had scheduled an appointment with her veterinarian. Not for the dog – for me.

That morning, she gave me a rough idea of why we were going. “The vet will examine you to see if you are clean enough for Buster. While we are there, he will also give me a general assessment of your condition.”

I was fearful. I did not know this person. He would be seeing my privates. Even worse, he would know my interest in dog sex. I was also curiously excited by this prospect. Perhaps the worst part of the preparation for the vet visit occurred when Mistress casually mentioned, “Oh yes. We also need to take a sample of your stool. Here is a plastic bag for you to collect some when you use the toilet.” Collecting some of my own fecal material is not something I prefer to do on a regular basis. But I did as I was told, blushing furiously as I handed her the sample. Without a word, she slipped it into her purse.

Get ready to go, my pet. Wear that raw silk blouse, along with the short miniskirt and the slippers that I have laid out for you,” she said, pointing at them. “There is no need for a bra, panties, or stockings. We must make sure we are there on time. This office caters to a rather exclusive clientèle, and appointment times are strictly enforced.”

Just before we left our apartment, Mistress put my black suede leather collar on me. From a distance,  it resembles a choker, but up close it is obviously a collar. Mistress told me, “During our journey, you will heel like a good bitch. If you fail to do so, I shall leash you.” I certainly did not want to be taken through the busy city streets on a leash, so I focused on keeping step with her.

Descending several flights of stairs, we left our apartment building and walked to the corner to wait for our bus. The trip to the veterinarian’s office would involve several bus changes, and every time I had to step up high to climb into a bus, my skirt would lift, causing me to flash my cunt and ass. Anyone nearby had a brief but satisfying peek at my private parts. I know they did, because several men made comments, causing me to flush with embarrassment.

We arrived early, rather than be late. Since we had some free time, Mistress had us take a table at a nearby outdoor cafe, and we sat and sipped some refreshing drinks. She has a rule that I must always sit with my knees 12 inches apart. However, she also had me turn my chair so she could see my lap, and had me slide my skirt hem up enough to let her gaze at my cunt as she sipped. Judging by the quick double takes of some of the gawking passersby, I think a few other people noticed what I had on display, as well. The men usually grinned or smiled, but I also got a few dirty looks from old ladies.

A few minutes before our appointed time, Mistress moved quickly through the sidewalk crowds towards our destination. I had to move quite quickly to keep up with her, my skirt flying up every which way as I hurried, twisting and turning through the bodies jostling me as I desperately kept my heel position next to her. Ultimately, we entered the building where the  veterinarian’s office was located, and proceeded to the proper door. Discretely positioned over the door was a dark hemisphere which must have contained a security camera. Mistress pressed the door buzzer, and looked up at the camera. The door quickly buzzed its unlocking sound.

Expecting a roomful of clients, I braced myself as we entered the plush office, but no one was in evidence.  A discrete sign announced the clinic hours, and, with some relief, I noted that the office was not open for business yet. Mistress sat on a leather armchair to wait, and I stood next to her chair.

Punctually, a red headed receptionist wearing a lab coat appeared at the counter as the opening hour was reached, and made eye contact only with my Mistress. With a professional smile, the receptionist greeted her, but requested, “Please Madam, keep it on a leash for the safety of our staff.” I realized that I was the ‘it’ she was referring to! A wave of humiliation washed over me.

Mistress replied, “Oh yes, sorry.” She clipped her leash onto my collar.

Did you remember to bring the stool sample?” the receptionist inquired.

Digging into her purse, Mistress found the plastic bag. Dropping the leash as she turned toward me, she made a hand gesture and said in a commanding voice, “Stay!” loud enough for the receptionist to hear. I felt very embarrassed, but obeyed as Mistress walked to the counter. She handed the sample of my stool over as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The receptionist accepted it in the same manner.

Handing Mistress a clipboard and a pen, she said, “Please fill out these forms Madam. We will be with you shortly.”

Mistress returned to the chair, where she sat and began writing on the forms. Being on the short leash, I had little choice. I sat down on the floor next to her feet. I must always sit with perfect posture, but my skirt was not long enough to tuck completely underneath my butt. The cold tiled floor came into contact with my warm flesh. Down this close to the floor, the smell of dogs was fairly strong. I could tell that this was truly a veterinary office with normal canine patients, and I was being relegated to their status!

After a few minutes, the receptionist came out into the waiting room stating, “I will take your bitch into the examination room, and you can join us there when you are done.” As Mistress handed her my leash, the girl leaned down to stroke my hair, and said, “Come.” I was fearful at leaving Mistress, but also sort of turned on that this stranger with a very Domme attitude was now in control of me.

Holding my leash with one hand at its handle, and her other hand near my collar, she kept me on a short leash as she led me back through a corridor, and into the examination room. Occupying the center of the room was a raised gleaming stainless steel table with a smooth surface. Above it was a bright light source. There were charts of dog anatomy on the walls of the room. Through a large glass window, I could see cages with dogs in them, and past the cages were supplies, such as dog food in large plastic tubs. One wall had a large mirror. Glass fronted cabinets displayed strange vials, jars, and instruments. The smell of some antiseptic cleaner wafted into my nostrils. 

Addressing me, the receptionist said, ”Strip off your clothes,” with a commanding voice as if she was often faced with this situation. I wondered how many other girls in this city were also being treated as if they were animals, as I slipped off my blouse and skirt and stepped out of my slippers.

Once I was naked, the receptionist said, “Hop up here on the table, and get on all fours.” It felt very surreal as I scrambled up onto the cold metal surface and came to rest on my hands and knees under what felt like a spotlight. The receptionist moved to the side of the table,and pressed on my shoulders until I was down on my elbows with my ass still raised up high.  Satisfied with my pose, she patted my butt, saying, “You are a good, pretty little bitch. The doctor will be here soon.” I was scared now, and a little chilly. The receptionist stayed with me, obviously acting also as the veterinarian’s assistant. She began opening and closing various drawers. I held my pose, trying not to shiver.

After a few minutes, my Mistress entered the room and, noticing my nervousness, spoke softly and soothingly to me. If I had had a tail, I would have wagged it with happiness at seeing her. I started to speak, but she held her finger to my lips making a shushing sound.

The assistant said to her, “Take hold of your bitch’s leash, please.” As Mistress did so, the woman walked behind me and stuck a thermometer up my ass. It was cold and gooey with lubricant – very unpleasant. I had had my temperature taken that way before, but it’s very different being in that position with a stranger doing it. After an appropriate amount of time, she pulled it back out, read it, and noted her findings on a clipboard.

Ages seemed to pass before I heard the dogs in the other room start to bark, and a man in a lab coat finally entered the room. The vet was a slightly stout middle-aged man. He and Mistress knew each other, since she had brought Buster to him earlier for his checkup and shots. His voice boomed in the small room, “Hello again. Good to see you.” He washed his hands while managing to fix me with an intent look. He remarked to Mistress, “What a pretty little bitch you have here. It looks like she will be a good breeder. You’ll be glad to know that the stool sample appeared completely free of parasites, but we will perform more thorough checks now.”

I was a bit stunned by the casual manner in which he referred to me as one of his normal animal patients.  Taking hold of my head, he started his examination by looking into my ears, reporting, “Its ears show no sign of infection.”  This strange mesmerizing feeling of being turned into a true canine bitch right before their eyes was reinforced as the vet peeled back my lips, explaining, “I’m checking for tartar buildup on its teeth. Yes, they look fine for now. Make certain it gets healthy things to chew on.”

Once he took his hands away from my lips, I got complacent. Suddenly, his hands tipped my head back, pried my jaws slightly open, and slipped in a pill! Holding my mouth shut, he then stroked my throat until I was forced to swallow. I had seen Mistress do this same maneuver when she was getting Buster to swallow one of his dog pills. “That was a pill for deworming,” he informed Mistress. “We can never be too careful.”

A deworming pill! I had lifted myself up on hands and knees, and my mind was reeling, trying to process that information. Would it make me nauseous? Was I to have diarrhea from it? Was it really just a sugar pill, given purely to shock me? I was so caught up in these questions, that I did not notice him slip a band of rubber around my upper arm. But I did feel the prick of the needle as it went into my vein. Anticipating that I might jerk from that sensation, the assistant had efficiently seized my shoulders to hold me in place.

We are taking a small blood sample,” he stated. “This will allow us to do more thorough blood work checking for parasites.” He always directed his comments to Mistress, never to me. After all, I was just a dumb animal in his care. The band of rubber was removed from my arm as my blood flowed into the collection tube. Sample taken, a small wad of cotton and a bandage was placed over the tip of the needle as it was removed.

Handing the sample to his assistant, he walked around behind me. As I glanced sideways into the mirror, I realized that I had a fairly good view of what was being done behind me. Since I doubted the canine patients cared much about watching the procedures, I knew this was to heighten my embarrassment, and deepen my submission. Naked, and surrounded by three Dominants, two of them virtual strangers, my feeling of being transformed into a true bitch dog continued. This was further enhanced when he asked Mistress, “Can you get it to lower its front end again?”

Mistress whispered to me, “That’s my good pet. Lower yourself down onto your elbows and raise your ass.” Somewhat mortified, I complied, at the same time hearing the vet snap latex gloves onto his hands.

The vet produced what I later learned was called a Bardex inflatable enema device. Its lubricated tip was inserted into my ass hole, and was then inflated to lock it into place. The swollen tube was uncomfortable but not painful. I felt warm water flooding into my colon, and gritted my teeth as the sensation of being stretched passed farther and farther up into me. Mistress stroked my cheek making calming sounds.

After an eternity of holding that water, with my anal muscles pushing, trying to dislodge the tube, the device was deflated and fluids gushed from my ass. The vet carefully examined the effluvium, making comments about its contents, color, and consistency that I really did not want to hear. I was very grateful when that portion of the examination was completed, and he tossed the latex gloves into the trash.

I am now checking it for fleas,” he explained as he ran his fingers through the soft furry pelt of my pubic hair. To be doubly sure, he got out a powerful flashlight, using it as his fingers carefully parted my pubic hairs. His face was so close to my pussy that I could feel his breath. “No sign of any,” he assured my Mistress. I noted that he did not bother checking the hair on my head.

He pulled on my labia quite forcefully, and remarked, “It has good skin tone and elasticity. That will be beneficial for breeding.” I could not keep a moan from escaping my lips as he grabbed me there. His assistant handed him a speculum, and someone again grasped my labia, tugging me wide open. The cold metal jaws slid deep into my cunt, and it was ratcheted open. As he beamed the flashlight into my well distended opening, he remarked, “It has had some sexual partners before, but it has never carried a litter.” The assistant handed him a sterile swab, which he dabbed against the deepest parts of my vagina, making me squirm slightly from the strange contact. “Hold it still, Becky!” he ordered his assistant. She promptly clamped both her hands firmly on my buttocks, immobilizing my hips.

After the swabbing was done to his satisfaction, the vet said, “Keep holding it steady.” He released the jaws on the speculum, and pulled it out of me, giving me a moment of relief. This did not last long, because his next action was to insert two of his fingers deeply into my cunt, and feel around inside me. I felt his fingers skim over and probe my cervix, the entrance to my uterus. Very flushed, I felt my skin reddening as this man felt around inside me. I was totally embarrassed, but at the same time very keyed up with excitement, and also ashamed  – a curious mixture of emotions. “What breed is the bitch’s mate?” he asked.

Mistress replied, “The Great Dane I had you examine last time.”

He smiled, confirming, “This bitch’s cunt is of average depth. It should be fine for servicing a Great Dane. Make a note of her breed on her chart, Becky.” I was so wet by this point that he remarked, “It’s reacting perfectly for a breeder. Her cunt seems to be begging to be used.”

Concluding his examination of my pussy and ass, he moved to my side, and lifted me back onto my hands and knees. He reached under my chest and began manipulating my breasts from base to nipple. He spent a lot more time doing this than I deemed necessary. He finished this teat examination by gathering all the tissue of my areolae against my now distended nipples and firmly tugging downward.

The medication that Mistress had been giving me had caused my breasts to begin producing small amounts of milk. I moaned in dismay as his manipulations had caused small droplets of milk to drip to the table surface beneath me. “I see its teats are getting functional. It can certainly feed some pups if you get it lactating more,” he informed my smiling Mistress. I turned bright crimson as I feel my nipples continue to slowly leak. I was breathing heavily as I felt all eyes in the room gazing at my dangling teats.

As I knelt there, the vet engaged Mistress in an informational lecture about dog sex. “The male will, at first notice the changes in scent of his bitch as she enters her heat.”

Mistress asked, “Does this mean the bitch’s cunt should remain uncovered at all times?”

Yes, precisely. Whenever he sniffs her crotch, the bitch should open her thighs and permit him. And if he gives the bitch’s cunt a lick, you should praise him each time, to reinforce this behavior. Move the bitch into this pose you see on the table, giving the male the idea that she is also ready for mounting, if he finds her acceptable.”

Catching my eye, Mistress asked, “Do you think it’s a good idea for the bitch herself to show any interest in his cock?”

I’m glad you brought that up,” he replied. You have a young male there, so he does need to learn the pleasure possible from his cock nerve endings. This bitch should be taught to lick and suck his cock often. At first, he will only squirt precum, a thin salty fluid – lots of it, by the way. But gradually, he will begin cumming in her mouth, jetting a thicker, sweeter fluid as he humps her lips. From there, it’s quite natural for him to begin mounting her. 

“If you examine his cock, you will note the swelling at its base, referred to as his knot. In the excitement of his intense fucking, he will usually force that into the bitch’s pussy, sealing her opening tight. You may then notice he will stop humping, and you may be under the impression he is finished. On the contrary, at this point he starts ejaculating, pouring copious amounts of semen into the bitch. Since her opening is sealed, the semen is forced through her cervical opening, and into her womb. When they are knotted in this fashion, do not try to pull them apart. That could injure one or both of them. Instead, let the male’s knot subside normally, even if that takes a half an hour or so.”

Mistress sounded astonished, “You mean that the male and his bitch might be tied together by their sex organs for that long?” 

Oh yes. Sometimes as the male dismounts, he swivels around, and stands tied to his bitch, ass to ass. His erect cock can swivel 180 degrees.”

I was listening closely, fascinated. This discussion, though clinical in nature, generated such erotic images in my mind that my body instinctively reacted. I felt my cunt dribbling fluid in a trickle down my thigh. I tried to clench my cunt muscles to stop the flow, but that only succeeded in pressing even more out! I thought, “Oh god, I’m getting so turned on I’m dripping in front of this guy.”  I hoped no one would notice, but the sharp-eyed vet did. Without commenting, he got a tissue, and wiped me. This of course drew everyone’s attention to my highly aroused state, confirming what a bitch I am.

As the visit drew to its conclusion, the assistant again grasped my buttocks, pinning me in place as the vet gave me a vitamin shot in my rump. “This should help it keep its eyes bright and its coat shiny.” As he fixed a metallic object made of brass to my collar, he spoke again to Mistress, “I know you are aware how important it is to have a chip implanted in the more valuable pets. Most of them contain a unique chip ID, owner contact information, pet name and description, veterinarian contact information, and an alternate emergency contact designated by the pet owner. They are usually inserted under the skin at the back of the neck. We will send you some brochures of various models. Once you have decided which type of microchip you want for it, make an appointment with Becky for its implantation. As usual, we’ll be mailing you our invoice.”

Thank you, Doctor. It’s always a pleasure working with you – you have such a wonderful manner with animals,” Mistress said, shaking his hand.

The vet then swept my knees forward, under my tummy, hooking his forearm under my butt. He slid his other forearm under my breasts. Scooping me up in that position, he carefully lowered me to the floor. His actions were the same as if he was making certain that a large dog would not jump off the table and injure itself. Giving me a pat on my head, he praised me, “You have been a very good bitch.” He offered me a dog treat at this point, apparently a reward for being docile and cooperative. I hesitated a moment or two before taking it between my teeth.

The veterinarian and his assistant left the room. I expected Mistress to tell me to get up and get dressed. But she scooped up my blouse, skirt and slippers, and tugged on my leash, pulling me toward a different door. I crawled  naked out of the room and down a long corridor on her leash, feeling more dog-like than ever. We came to a large exit door with a release bar on it. I could not believe Mistress was going to walk me out in public like this. But without any pause to speak of, she pushed on the release bar for the exit door, and pulled me forward. Trembling with a building sense of abject humiliation, I was led into…   a small private room, where I was allowed to stand and dress before re-entering the real outside world.

We boarded a bus for the return to our apartment. After finding my seat, I pulled the compact from my purse, and used its small mirror to look at the brass object hanging from my collar. Since the words were displayed backwards, it too me a while to puzzle them out. It was a dog license tag! A real one! It stated my dog license number, name, and the designation: fawn Great Dane bitch! I was stunned! I was wearing this in public, where anyone could read it! Crimson faced, I felt like shriveling down in my seat, but as I related earlier, I must always sit with perfect posture. So I had to sit upright, head elevated, neck clearly on display for the entire journey, which seemed much longer than usual. When we reached our home, I was given the rest of the afternoon to reflect on what was, for me, a very humiliating but exciting time. Soon I will be getting my chip. The dog treat did not taste half bad, by the way.

Bob and Sarah with Molly

As she drove towards Bob’s house, Molly was nervously excited.

Sarah, Bob’s wife, was home from her extended trip.

Bob had told Molly that they still needed her help with the dog training, since their customer demand had increased so much lately. But she suspected, all right, she hoped, that there might be more involved. She remembered her bantering with Sarah on the phone. About which of them might be more ‘kinky’ – that they might need to have a contest. How Sarah said she thought that Molly is a ‘lovely woman’.

Molly blushed, and her heart raced as she remembered Sarah saying, “I’d love to strip you naked and have hot, nasty sex with you, Molly.” Also, Sarah had said she wanted Molly to join her and Bob in a threesome. She hadn’t actually seen Sarah naked yet, but she had a vivid imagination.

Not quite certain what to expect, Molly was wearing a little more clothing than she normally did when working at Bob’s. Yes, she still wore a simple sun dress, in a colorful floral print. The dress had a long zipper down her back, making it easy to unzip and remove. She wore her long hair in a ponytail, keeping it off the back of her neck and her shoulders. But today she opted to wear panties and a bra, both of them also in a floral design, and composed of a sleek, satiny material than hugged and caressed her skin. If she analyzed her choice, she might have realized that she was wrapping her body as a gift for Sarah, if she chose to receive that gift.

Parking near Bob’s house, Molly climbed out of her car, and smoothed down her skirt, hoping it wasn’t too wrinkled. She approached the front door. Before she could knock, though, it was smoothly opened and Sarah appeared in its opening. She was wearing a green silk dressing gown whose lower edges stirred in the gentle breeze moving through the open doorway. The gown was belted at Sarah’s waist, but the upper section had slid partway off her shoulders, revealing a generous amount of her cleavage. Her unfettered breasts moved gently inside the silk with each quiet breath. Molly guessed that the woman took a 36 or 38 D cup, if she ever wore a bra.

She’d only stared for a moment. Tearing her eyes away from Sarah’s chest, she looked up into her face, taking in her sparkling green eyes, perhaps made more vivid by the green silk. Sarah’s auburn hair tumbled in gentle waves almost down to her shoulders. Her mouth was curved into an honest smile of greeting. “Welcome, Molly,” Sarah said. “I’ve been so looking forward to finally meeting you!” She opened her arms wide, offering an embrace.

Molly stepped into the embrace and found herself pressed against warm flesh with a delicate, clean, feminine scent. Her own breasts nestled between Sarah’s. Both women held each other and just breathed for several beats. Then Molly realized she should be making some answering statement. “Thanks, Sarah. I’ve seen all those pictures of you in the house, but you’re even more beautiful in person. It’s wonderful to actually meet you in the flesh.” After she said the word ‘flesh’, she realized again how much of Sarah’s was on display for her.

In reply, Sarah brought her lips to Molly’s, and kissed her. They both had their eyes closed, tentatively checking if either objected to this display of affection. Gradually the kiss deepened, becoming more intimate, and more passionate. Their bodies pressed against one another even more firmly. As the kiss intensified, they subtly rubbed their bodies from side to side. Small sounds of need emerged from their throats.

Ultimately, Sarah broke off the kiss, saying, “I’ve got to get you inside and undressed Molly. As I told you back weeks ago, when we spoke on the phone, I want to strip you naked and do things with you.”

You’ll get no argument from me,” Molly replied, her eyes twinkling. “Lead the way.”

Sarah pulled Molly the rest of the way into the house, shut the door, and started walking toward the living room. Following along, Molly got a good look at Sarah’s long, fantastic legs, from her bare feet up to where they disappeared beneath the dressing gown. The gown clung enough that the motion of Sarah’s ass cheeks was enticingly obvious.

Entering the room, Molly saw that Bob was present. He got up from his chair and greeted Molly with a soft, almost chaste kiss, saying, “Welcome, sweetie. Sarah and I are glad you’ve joined us.” Giving her a hug, he went back to his chair, apparently to watch passively for the moment.

Sarah walked behind Molly, grasped the zipper on her sun dress, and lowered it carefully. Molly felt the cloth parting, revealing more and more of her back. Zipper all the way down, Sarah slid the dress off Molly’s shoulders, easing it downward, and helped her step free from it. Molly now stood in bra and panties before them both.

Do you like this bra and pantie set, Sarah?” Molly asked, looking over her shoulder.

Sarah walked slowly around Molly, viewing those garments from every angle. On her second pass, she let her hand glide across the bra material. On the third pass, that hand explored the panties themselves. Molly began shivering with excitement as Sarah’s hand moved across her mound.

You’re dampening her panties, love,” Bob pointed out to Sarah.

Sarah dropped to her knees right in front of Molly’s crotch, examining the satin there. “Oh yes. There’s a wet spot forming,” Sarah agreed. “I’d better take these off before they get soaked and stained.”

Molly signaled acceptance by widening her stance slightly as Sarah hooked her fingers in the waistband of the panties. Sarah slid them down almost reverently, bringing Molly’s patch of soft, dark brown pubic hair into view. Once Molly’s panties were off, Sarah threaded one of her hands between Molly’s thighs and raised it up to press it against Molly’s low back/hip area, holding her in place. Sarah turned her head sideways, and rubbed her cheek sensuously around and around on Molly’s furred labia, purring happily.

See Bob?” Sarah stated, turning to look at him. “If my pussy hair came in this soft and luxurious, I’d be much more likely to let it grow out once in a while.” She went back to rubbing one cheek and then the other against Molly. These soft caresses caused Molly’s labia to engorge even more, and as they puffed, they parted, opening her slit enough that some dewy, aromatic drops emerged. “Molly, I’d take off your bra, but your pussy is starting to leak, and I don’t want to miss catching your juices.” Her tongue lapped along Molly’s furrow, capturing the fluids.

Molly took the hint, reaching back and unsnapping her bra, which she tossed to a grinning Bob. Her nipples felt rock hard, so she pinched them to check. The combined stimulation of cunt and nipples made her moan loudly. Her thighs quivered.

Honey, better let Molly sit down before she falls down,” Bob advised.

Sarah reached around Molly’s hips to grasp both her butt cheeks. Keeping her face planted in Molly’s crotch, and still licking, Sarah hobbled forward on her knees, easing Molly backwards toward the sofa. When they got there, Molly used one hand on a sofa cushion for balance as she sank down, keeping her thighs spread wide open. Seated now, her pelvis tilted more, and Sarah was able to fasten her lips fully over Molly’s sex. Sarah started sucking at Molly’s cunt as she thrust her tongue deep into her vaginal tunnel, tongue tip flipping and exploring.

Molly rested her back against an upright sofa cushion, and started tugging and rolling the sensitive tissues of her areolae. Soon she was grinding her cunt against Sarah’s face as Sarah sucked at her pussy lips and clit, spearing Molly’s pussy with a long, hot tongue. Molly held back as long as she could, but Sarah was greedily insistent. With a long, drawn out cry, Molly began cumming, drumming her heels on the floor. Sarah ate her until Molly’s orgasm ran its course, leaving her slumped on the couch. Sarah carefully licked her clean, declaring, “I’ve waited weeks and weeks to eat your pussy! And it was even better than I ever imagined.”

Molly grasped Sarah’s head and pulled her up for a tender kiss. “Thank you,” she whispered. “That was delightful. I want to do you, once I gather up some energy.”

Sarah grinned. “We have all day, sweetie. And we also have some dogs to train. You up for that?”

Absolutely,” Molly replied. “I’m always up for a good dog fucking.”

Bob recognized his cue. He went out to the kennels and returned with Sparkie, a white Akita, and Thunder, a lovely German Shepherd. Both dogs trotted proudly in their leather booties, dark eyes gleaming with intelligence. “Which do you want, Molly?” he asked, giving the ‘guest’ first choice.

Here, Sparkie,” Molly called. The Akita walked over, nosed Sarah aside, and began licking Molly’s labia. Molly giggled, pleased by the dog’s quick attention.

Sarah pulled off her dressing gown as she stood up. Molly looked where Sarah’s thighs came together and observed the woman’s clean shaven pussy. Sarah’s labia were bright pink, shading to a darker pink-brown at the edges of their lips. Thunder immediately planted his snout there, claiming this bitch. He licked and nudged her, his cock starting to emerge from its hairy sheath. Sarah took the hint, getting down into breeding position on her hands and knees.

Thunder looked at Bob, silently waiting to be commanded. Licking and nuzzling the bitch’s crotch in greeting was one thing, but carrying it further into mounting her required the well-trained dog to be commanded. Bob smiled, nodded, and said, “Thunder. Mount.”

In seconds, the dog’s cock penetrated Sarah’s pussy, his aim aided by her hand. He began fucking her.

Meanwhile, Molly got into breeding position alongside Sarah, about a yard away from her. Sparkie heard Bob command, “Sparkie. Mount.” Molly gasped as the soft Akita fur brushed her ass and back. She gasped louder when Sparkie’s cock opened and filled her cunt.

OMG, Sparkie! What a good boy!” Molly moaned as she braced herself with her knees and forearms. Her cunt contracted, gripping the dog’s thrusting rod. She could already feel the wetness generated by his copious precum. She looked over at Sarah, being furiously hammered by the German Shepherd. As his haunches rocked rapidly back and forth, Sarah’s tits bobbed and swayed beneath her naked torso. Her eyes were closed, her head was up, and she was murmuring something Molly can not make out.

As Molly watched, Thunder gave a mighty heave, pulling Sarah’s waist backward with his front paws, and his knot buried itself halfway into her vagina. Sarah screamed as both she and the dog froze motionless. Molly heard Thunder give off a sound that combined a growl with a howl. He was cumming, breeding his bitch. Sarah bit her lip – she must’ve been feeling his seed filling her.

While Molly was gazing, open-mouthed, at Thunder and Sarah, Sparkie got her attention once again. It’s easy for a dog to claim your attention when he knots you! With a burst of pain, Molly felt the swollen base of Sparkie’s cock wedge itself in her pussy entrance. Once lodged, it even inflated, sealing her tight. She felt the very tip of the cock soften inside her, and then the flood that erupted from it. Semen filled her tunnel in an instant, and then forced itself into her womb, inflating it. Sparkie gave off a satisfied sound, while Molly moaned loudly, closing her eyes to focus on the sensations. She took deep, calming breaths.

When Molly opened her eyes to look toward Sarah, she found Sarah already looking at her, and grinning. It was obvious they were both knotted. Sparkie had draped himself along Molly’s back, motionless except for his panting, and licking the back of her neck. Thunder had swiveled himself off Sarah, so that the two of them were positioned ass to ass, still tied together. His bushy tail swept Sarah’s back from time to time as he waited to be freed. Again, Molly marveled that a dog’s cock could point straight behind him with no damage.

Gradually, the dogs’ knots deflated, and squelched their way loose, leaving the women’s cunts gaping and expelling globs of dog semen, with its characteristic ‘inky’ scent. The dogs ambled over to where Bob sat, plopped down, and started licking their sexual parts clean. Bob had thoroughly enjoyed watching, and what he saw next he liked even better.

Scooting toward Molly, Sarah told her, “Get onto your side, Molly.” As Molly did so, Sarah also got onto her side, facing the same direction. She then slid her cunt against Molly’s, looping her upper leg over Molly’s upper leg and planting her foot on the floor behind them. Their cunts firmly together, Sarah began rubbing her semen-coated pussy against Molly’s. Molly grabbed Sarah’s leg for leverage, and helped to grind their cunts together. Bob watched the two women scissoring, and began rubbing his cock through the material of his pants.

He could have danced a jig, naked, and the two women would not have noticed. They were completely wrapped up in their tribadism, savoring the intensity of the stimulation. Sarah’s smooth labia rubbed against the soft fur on Molly’s, but both sets of labia were coated and smeared with dog semen. Somehow, the feel and the smell of the semen was acting like an aphrodisiac, and the women experienced one orgasm after another, until they let go of each other’s legs, and collapsed on the floor. Bob applauded, momentarily startling the dogs, and then led Thunder and Sparkie back to the kennels.

Bob returned to the house, went to the kitchen, and prepared tea and sandwiches. The women were better rested after he served them this light repast. Still naked, they ate and drank at the dining table, with Bob finally joining them in their nudity.

When they were finished, Sarah whispered to Bob, “Do you think it’s time to show Molly just how kinky I am?” It was actually a stage whisper, so Molly heard her clearly.

Babe, I tell you. Molly’s as kinky as you are. I doubt you’ll shock her,” was his answer. “Look at how enthusiastically she acted on your cunt rubbing.”

Sarah smiled and nodded. “You’re right. Let’s show her.”

They began walking out into the secluded area behind the house, where the kennels were located. As they reached them, they went around the left side of the housing to a special area behind it. “Did you ever wonder how we begin the dogs’ training, Molly? How we decide which ones have potential?” Bob asked as they strolled.

Hmm. I never really thought about it, Bob,” she replied. “I know we get them used to being touched, and then mouthed, and ultimately to mount on command, during the training sequence.”

That’s true. But I’m talking about even before that,” Bob stated, smiling. He shared a secret smile with Sarah, who was beginning to quiver with excitement. The scent of dog was getting quite strong, which both women reacted to, viscerally.

They’d reached the special area, enclosed by wire fencing. Inside it was a strange looking object, sort of like a low, inclined bench, but with some padding, and a plethora of metal rings.

Molly had a suspicion about it, but she asked anyway, “What’s that? And what’s it for?”

Just watch,” Bob advised her.

Sarah complacently put herself face down along the bench, with her ass at the higher end. Her head and shoulder area was low, and her tits flattened on the upper surface of the bench. Bob draped what looked like canvas over Sarah’s back, and began tying her into place, using ropes that secured to the various metal rings. Soon, Sarah was completely trussed to the bench. Bob opened a small chest and brought out lubricant and a butt plug. Getting the butt plug slippery, he worked it into Sarah’s ass hole. Medical tape from the chest was used to tape her labia to her thighs, opening her cunt wide.

Molly was fascinated by these actions. She was even more fascinated when Bob led her out of the enclosure, and secured its gate. He pulled a rope, and a shutter slid upwards, uncovering an opening in the rear wall of the building. Five large dogs came running out, barking. Molly had never seen any of them before.

We just got this batch this morning,” Bob explained. “Now let’s see if they display any interest.” As he spoke, he had one hand on the gate, obviously ready to open it quickly, if needed. The dogs circled Sarah, sniffing and licking her face, legs, ass and torso. They were obviously interested in this unexpected presentation. When a few of them sniffed Sarah’s crotch, the pointed pink tips of their cocks peeked into view.

Are you scared?” Molly called out to Sarah.

Not a bit,” Sarah answered. “I’ve never been hurt by them, other than a few minor scratches on my legs. And my ass hole is protected, so I’m safe there. The only openings they can use are my mouth and my pussy. Once they actually begin, only one time has any of the new recruits used my mouth. We’re finding out if they show evidence of wanting to mount a hairless bitch – me. If so, we’ll train them. If not, we’ll find them a home. Right now, they’re figuring out dominance, establishing a sort of pecking order.”

Some sort of conclusion had apparently been reached because the big, black Rottweiler moved between Sarah’s thighs and began licking her rapidly. His cock was unsheathing, its pink rod veined in deep red lines already leaking precum. He reared up, planting his paws on Sarah’s back. Molly could swear she heard the air whoosh out of Sarah’s lungs as his weight pressed down on her. His haunches bucked forward and back, stabbing his cock against her thighs as he tried to find her hole. He failed, hopped off, licked his target, and mounted again. It took him three attempts to connect.

He’s in!” Sarah gasped. Molly and Bob watched the dog use her like a bitch in heat. His knot was enormous, but he just pressed it hard against her cunt opening as he squirted his semen into her. Satisfied, he hopped off and moved away, leaving Sarah’s cunt open and dripping.

A white Samoyed moved in, lapping away the semen, his cock becoming visible beneath his belly. Sarah moaned and twisted in the ropes, apparently having an orgasm, either from the fucking, or the licking. The Samoyed didn’t care. He mounted her and on his very first attempt coupled with her, maybe because her cunt was still dilated from the Rottweiler’s cock. He fucked Sarah with what looked like undisciplined savagery, but she was not complaining. “Yes, fuck me!” she cried. He did, and his ejaculate soon joined that of the Rottweiler’s.

Molly, shaking with emotion, pictured those dog sperm swimming in Sarah’s cunt, womb, and Fallopian tubes. Bob’s cock was rigid, dripping with precum of his own. Molly wanted that cock in her and she told Bob exactly that. “Please fuck me as we watch, Bob. I need to be fucked hard, in my cunt or ass – I don’t care which.”

A brown Akita was shoving between Sarah’s thighs as Bob commanded, “Then get on your hands and knees, Molly, and offer me that ass of yours! I’ll ream you good!” He was applying the same lubricant to his cock and her ass hole that he’d used on the butt plug.

Molly watched the Akita attempt to mount Sarah several times, until he finally connected. At that same moment, she felt Bob plow his dick into her ass. Since he was gripping her hips tightly, she braced on only one hand, and used the other one to diddle her cunt. She watched the Akita hammer his cock into Sarah’s pussy. His hip movements were the fastest of the three dogs that had used her thus far. Sarah’s ass cheeks were vibrating in harmony with the dog’s rapid thrusts. The Akita came. Sarah came. Molly came. Bob kept pumping his dick into Molly’s ass.

The boxer showed no interest in Sarah at all, so the Golden Retriever mounted her instead. As his dick plunged in, it displaced a massive amount of cum which gushed onto Sarah’s thighs and puddled on the cage floor beneath her, spreading out to her knees. The expression on the dog’s face looked like the characteristic smile that his breed displays. He apparently had no qualms about taking sloppy fourths with this bitch.

Molly was in the middle of a post-orgasmic aftershock when she felt Bob’s cock twitch deep inside her rectum. Then she felt the insistent ripples as his cock spewed spurt after spurt of lovely, hot cum into her bowels. She screamed with pleasure, and quickly finger-fucked herself to another orgasm, which made her ass muscles contract and suck at Bob’s cock, draining him dry. He stayed inside Molly until the Golden Retriever dismounted. The dog wagged his tail happily, as if thrilled to have taken part in the attempt to impregnate this bitch.

Bob went into the enclosure, herded the dogs back through the opening into the building, and slid the shutter closed. Molly, aware that her ass hole was leaking Bob’s cum, crawled over to Sarah. Sarah’s eyes were rolled back in their sockets, and she was panting, while quivering and moaning in either pain or ecstasy. Bob was dabbing at Sarah’s crotch with a soft towel, wiping away the lion’s share of what had leaked from her.

Molly began stroking Sarah’s hair, asking, “Are you OK?”

Sarah gulped some air, and her eyes rolled back into focus. “Oh, hi Molly,” she whispered. “I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.” However, she didn’t move as Bob untied the ropes that held her to the bench. She groaned as he carefully eased the butt plug from her ass and removed the tapes from her labia. “That is so amazing, Molly. Being used by one dog after another, like that. I feel so well fucked now. It’s indescribable,” she added.

Moved by a strange impulse, Molly kissed Sarah sweetly. “I’m glad you’re OK. That was a bit scary to watch, but oh so very, very hot! Bob fucked my ass as we watched.”

Sarah smiled. “I’m glad he did. And I’m glad you both got aroused, watching. I think I’m ready to get up now, if one of you will give me a hand.”

They both helped Sarah to her feet. As they walked her slowly back to the house, more gushes of dog semen emerged from Sarah’s cunt, drizzling down her bare legs into the grass. “How many used me, Bob?” she asked, her voice still sounding dazzled.

Four out of the five, sweetie,” he answered. “The boxer is a dud – the rest were very enthusiastic. We’ll find a home for the boxer sometime next week. The others can start their real training soon.”

Molly faltered a step, her eyes refusing to focus for a moment as her mind’s eye pictured four different breeds of dog sperm swimming merrily around inside Sarah. Sperm can live for days and days inside a woman.

When they reached the house, Sarah put on a thick pair of cotton panties as Bob wiped off her legs. “No sense tracking semen all the way to the bathroom,” Sarah explained.

All three of them went into the bathroom, and into the spacious shower stall. Sarah removed the panties under the spray, and Molly and Bob helped clean her. Bob washed off Sarah’s outer surfaces, while Molly was given the honor of scooping the dog semen out of Sarah’s vagina. Of course, as that tunnel was emptied, more seeped out of her cervix from her uterus, so Molly was under the warm spray, scooping, for quite some little time. That was actually good, because Sarah needed time to recover. Molly’s ass finished leaking Bob’s semen as she stooped under the shower of water, working on Sarah’s cunt.

As the women left the shower and began drying their hair, Bob quickly toweled off to fetch food and drink. They all needed replenishment – Sarah most of all. After eating, drinking, resting, and listening to some soothing music, the trio went into the bedroom.

You’ve seen me being kinky, Molly,” Sarah said, grinning. “Ready to be kinky WITH me, now?”

Raring to go,” Molly replied. “Watching you in action really got my kink engine running. What’ll we do?”

Just stand here with me,” Sarah answered, pulling Molly into a close embrace. Face to face, breast to breast, belly to belly, cunt to cunt, the two women wrapped arms around each other’s back. They kissed, eyes closed.

Molly felt the rope snug around them at their waists. Bob must’ve dropped a loop over them, and pulled it tight. He started circling them, putting several loops around their waists before tying it off. He carefully tied Molly’s wrists together behind Sarah’s back, then Sarah’s together behind Molly’s back. He secured the wrists to the waist ropes. Threading a rope through their four armpits, he loosely tied their chests together.

Excited?” Sarah whispered.

Can you feel my nipples poking hard into your tits, Sarah? Yes, very excited,” Molly whispered back. She inhaled the clean scent of Sarah’s neck. She wasn’t watching Bob, so the first swipe of the flogger across her ass caught her completely by surprise!

Yikes!” Molly yipped, pressing hard against Sarah in a vain attempt to move away from the shocking sensation.

The next slap of the flogger was on Sarah’s ass. Even though she was anticipating it, her body instinctively pressed against Molly’s.

A laughing, grinning Bob, circled them, flogging their asses over and over. He was not trying to hurt them at all. His goal was to make them hop up and down a bit, rubbing the fronts of their bodies together erotically. And they did. Sweat broke out, making their skins glisten as they hopped, pressed and rubbed. Breasts rubbed, bellies rubbed, and cunt and thighs rubbed. The two women began kissing passionately, caught up in the moment.

Bob pressed his hands between their cunts, moving them briefly apart, far enough to insert a double headed dildo between them and into their slick pussies. Now as they kissed and hopped and rubbed from the flogging, they were also fucking each other vaginally. Soon, Molly erupted in orgasm, her cry of release muffled in Sarah’s mouth. Feeling Molly cumming against her, Sarah also climaxed. Bob stopped flogging and just watched the women shudder and strain against each other.

Untying the ropes, Bob helped Molly over to the bed, stretching her out on her back, and placing her arms up over her head. Molly was totally compliant, still feeling the aftermath of that lovely orgasm. Bob held Molly’s hands up by the headboard of the bed, as Sarah closed the handcuffs on Molly’s wrists. The handcuff chain was looped behind one of the vertical metal bars of the headboard.

Feeling herself bound, Molly uttered a confused, “What?”

Don’t worry,” Sarah assured her. “If you want the handcuffs removed, just tell us. But please try this while being restrained. I think you’ll like it.” Saying that, Sarah scooted down the bed, coming to rest between Molly’s legs. She looped her arms over Molly’s thighs, bringing her hands under the woman’s ass, and her face against Molly’s cunt. Massaging Molly’s ass cheeks, Sarah began the most satisfying cunnilingus that Molly had felt in a very long time! That woman really knew how to eat pussy!

Using her lips and tongue, Sarah teased Molly to the brink of orgasm again and again. Bob held Molly’s hands in one of his so she wouldn’t strain too hard against the handcuffs. His other hand playfully toyed with Molly’s exposed, vulnerable breasts, as he watched his wife’s expertise at her crotch.

Molly was whimpering, moaning, and begging Sarah to let her cum. She felt like she was going crazy, being tormented like this. But she also found that she loved being restrained and vulnerable, ceding control to the lovely woman between her legs. She managed to loop her own feet over Sarah’s knees/leg region, thereby embracing her as best she could, under the circumstances.

When Sarah finally let Molly cum, the orgasm was so intense that Molly felt the top of her head was threatening to fly off. Wave after wave of release coursed through her as Sarah greedily drank Molly’s cum from her welling honey pot.

Sarah rolled off Molly, but before the handcuffed woman could move, Bob moved into position between Molly’s legs and plunged his cock into her churning cunt. The sensation was mind-blowing for both of them! Molly felt her cunt stretched and stuffed full in an instant, and Bob felt her heated, wet walls gripping and sucking at his dick. He started fucking her with long, deep strokes.

Sarah came up to the headboard, grabbing its upper rail, and straddled Molly’s head. Sarah used her fingers to part her labia, poised over Molly’s face. Molly looked up directly into Sarah’s vaginal tunnel. Her friend was obviously aroused from eating her, because Sarah’s pussy juices were drooling from Sarah’s vaginal entrance, while that same opening was contracting and dilating as its inner walls rippled. “Eat me now, Molly,” Sarah pleaded.

Molly needed no prodding to do so. The edges of Sarah’s musky cunt made contact with Molly’s lips, and Molly immediately sucked each of the labia into her mouth, almost chewing the delicate tissues as her suction engorged them even more. Sarah began moaning as Molly’s mouth pushed her outer labia aside, fastened to her inner labia, and began sucking. Bob was fucking Molly’s cunt, and Molly began fucking Sarah’s cunt with her tongue, using a similar rhythm.

Molly’s suction must’ve pulled more dog semen from the depths of Sarah’s womb, because Sarah’s pussy juices became flavored with a slightly sweet, inky taste of dog cum. Molly didn’t mind that one bit. She loved the taste of dog semen, and she found she loved the taste of Sarah, as well.

Bob was speeding up his thrusts, so Molly knew he was about to cum. She suckled gently on Sarah’s pussy, because for the moment, she wanted to focus on feeling Bob release in her pussy. Sure enough, a minute or two later, he grunted something unintelligible, shoved his dick into her to its full depth, stopped pumping his hips, and just spewed spurt after spurt, until he pulled out and rolled off her.

Now Molly wanted Sarah to cum. Shifting her head slightly, she let her tongue wash and flick over the woman’s pee hole, and then gave Sarah’s clit a tongue lashing. Sarah had been simmering, and this sudden loving assault on her swollen, throbbing clit sent her over the edge. Molly slid her lips down to Sarah’s cunt just in time to catch the first discharge of her cum as she yelled, “Oh FUCK! I’m CUMMING!”

Molly drank, used her tongue to stimulate anew, and drank some more, as Sarah moaned and mashed her cunt against Molly’s mouth. She prolonged Sarah’s orgasm as long as she could, until the woman rolled sideways, removing her quivering cunt from Molly’s still eager mouth. After taking time to catch her breath, Sarah went down to Molly’s cunt, sucked a huge gob of Bob’s semen from it, crawled back up Molly’s body, and fed it to her, mouth to mouth. Sharing Bob’s semen like this was very, very erotic, Molly decided. This was turning out to be a kinky, exciting threesome, more so than Molly’d ever imagined.

And the married couple weren’t done with their new playmate just yet. Bob held Molly’s feet while Sarah used a powerful vibrator to make her cum several times. Then Sarah held Molly’s feet while Bob place an electrical pad near Molly’s clit, and an electrode deep into her cunt. When he turned on the current to a low setting, Molly felt a peculiar sensation at her crotch. Sort of pins and needles, but pleasant. Bob changed the settings, and the sensations intensified. And intensified. Molly’s toes curled under and she screamed and bounced on the bed as a crescendo of orgasms, one after another, coursed through her body.

Finally, Molly fainted from an excess of pleasure.

She had no idea how long she’d been unconscious, but it was still light out when she opened her eyes. She tried to shift her body, but found she could not. She was face down. It felt like her back was covered in canvas. And she was tied to the bench in the special area behind the kennel building. Her ass was plugged with a butt plug, she could tell, and judging from the flow of air on her cunt, her labia were taped open.

Bob and Sarah were watching from outside the enclosure, pleased to see her awakening. “You can tell where you are, right?” Bob asked her. Molly nodded, her head being about all she could move.

Are you game to try this?” Sarah asked, eyes bright.

Molly thought it over. She’d seen Sarah taking on the dogs, relatively unscathed and apparently enjoying it. And Molly had a strong streak of curiosity. She really wanted to know what Sarah had experienced. And only four of the dogs had used Sarah, anyway.

She made her decision. “Release the dogs, Bob,” she told him. “I want you to, and I want to experience this.”

Bob grinned and opened the shutter. How could Molly have known that Bob had a second set of dogs that needed to be tested? Out came five new dogs! A black Labrador, followed by a Doberman, then a yellow Labrador. The fourth dog out she didn’t recognize, and was told later it was an Anatolian Shepherd dog. Her heart leaped into her throat when the fifth and final dog emerged – a Great Dane!

Bob and Sarah screwed as they watched all five of the dogs mount and breed Molly, one after the other. They lost count of her cries of orgasm as dog cocks hammered her cunt incessantly.

When all five dogs had finished and dismounted, and Molly could think more coherently, she mentally analyzed the experience. “That was as intense as Sarah had related, if not more so. I’m sure glad the Great Dane used me last, after the other dogs had opened my cunt and lubed it so well with their semen. That cock of his felt as enormous as some of the knots I’ve experienced, and it was only his shaft!”

Untying Molly after the dogs had been herded back into the building, Sarah asked, “Are you OK? How was that for you?”

A smiling, albeit dazed, Molly pondered a minute or two, then replied, “My cunt feels sore and well used. My tummy feels so awash in semen that I think I might slosh as I move. As far as being bound and taken by so many dogs in a row – you’re right, Sarah. It’s indescribable.” She paused, not speaking as Sarah and Bob helped her to her feet. Then her eager words tumbled out, “How often do we get to test new batches of dogs?”

Bob and Sarah laughed, embraced her in a warm cocoon of their flesh, and kissed her.

The Hostess – Stephanie’s story

(from Stephanie’s viewpoint, the morning after the dinner party)

Dragging my ass out of bed, I gave myself a quick wash, dressed, and rushed over to Helen’s apartment, hoping she was still speaking to me. I didn’t even eat breakfast or put on makeup.

From the glare that she gave me as she opened her door, I knew she was pissed. I put up my hands in a placating gesture, blurting out, “First Hels, I’m sorry I couldn’t call last night. I was warned that they took everyone’s phones and cameras at these events. Evidently, no photos or records of any kind are allowed to be kept. So I didn’t even have my phone with me. Later, when your brother George dropped me off, I was so exhausted I just collapsed into bed. I rushed over this morning as quickly as I could.”

Helen had her arms crossed and was tapping her foot as she listened to me, but her glare softened somewhat. “Come into my bedroom, Steph. I want to show you something,” she said, beckoning with her finger.

We sat down side-by-side on her bed as she reached into the drawer of her nightstand. Pulling out her diary, she opened it to the latest entry. “Here. Read this out loud,” she demanded.

Clearing my throat, I began. “Dear diary, why do these things always happen to me? George had, after about a year of trying, managed to get an invitation to one of the Hostess’ special dinner parties. Just my rotten luck to get sick this morning. George still wanted to go, even without me. He claimed that not to show up would be insulting, and we’d probably never get another chance.”

I stopped reading for a moment, and looked up at Helen. “That’s probably very true, you know.”

I know,” Helen replied in a resigned voice. “But it still didn’t make me happy to miss the party. Keep reading.”

So George asked Stephanie, my BFF, to go with him, and she needed no persuasion to accompany him in my place. I’ve been waiting all evening to hear something. Here, alone in my bedroom, I must have checked my phone 300 times since they left. I’m distracted and nervous, and having a stuffed nose and headache doesn’t help.”

I looked up and Helen again, “Are you feeling better now?”

Yes, thanks,” she answered, with most of the glare gone. Apparently, this sharing of her emotions last night was calming her down.

Since she wasn’t stopping me, I continued reading aloud .”Just before 9 PM my phone chirped. I almost tripped over my shoes in my haste to get to it. SHIT! No! I did not need double glazed and nitrogen filled windows! Get the hell off my line, idiot, and how did you get my number? CLICK! This silence is deadly. I’m going to lay back on my bed and watch TV.”

Helen held out her hand for her diary, saying, “I honestly don’t remember watching anything. It was a necessary distraction, and I finally fell asleep. Now tell me before I burst, how did it go?”

Didn’t George fill you in?” I teased. When Helen responded by smacking me with her pillow, I held up my hands in surrender, “OK, OK. I’ll talk,” I said, giggling.

It’s about time,” Helen complained, leaning toward me. “I want so many details that I’ll be able to visualize myself as being there. Her voice was finally low and sexy as usual, and I could hear and feel her excitement.

Gosh, the place was huge, and I felt seriously under-dressed, Hels. The men were all so handsome in tuxedos and dinner jackets and the women’s gowns were so opulent. The Hostess – you should have seen her. She’s so beautiful. She has huge, translucent blue eyes, and her skin is like alabaster and her hair was done up in a gorgeous chignon. She wore a gown of deepest purple, almost black, that was strapless. We didn’t know it at the time, but underneath that gown she wore a leather corset, with red and gold vertical stripes. I guess she’s in her early 30s, and even though she’s not tall, standing there in her open toed Jimmy Choo shoes, she could easily pass as a supermodel.”

Helen was practically vibrating, awash with envy and impatience, “So what happened?” she tried to ask casually.

I decided to tease my friend a little longer. “Oh,the appetizers were amazing, the meal was delicious,” I answered. “There were servers everywhere, and they catered to everyone. It was like something from the Great Gatsby, with your handsome brother George as Gatsby.”

“Stoppit bitch! Tell me what happened!” Helen demanded, all pretense of nonchalance gone.

“Well,” I drew a theatrical breath, “after the hors d’oeuvres and drinks, our attention was drawn to a dais-like table. The Hostess was led up onto it by her husband. He unzipped her gown, and it fell to her feet. She was naked, except for her corset and shoes. As she stood there with her arms raised to let us view her body, she looked almost like Xena, except way sexier.

One of the servants led in a dog. He was magnificent, kinda brown, and looked like a Boxer but without a squished face and he was on a leash and collar. His claws clicked on the marble floor as he strutted – seriously, he strutted – to the husband, who took off the leash and brought him over to the Hostess. When he got there, I swear, Hels, the dog began to lick her and panted, and her knees moved wider and wider apart, and then his tongue was right in her pussy! You could see how wet she was and how she enjoyed it. Her tits looked like they swelled and her nipples got so stiff.”

Helen bit her lower lip. “Dammit. What a time to be sick!” she exclaimed.

“Anyhow, I was sitting with George,” I chatted on gaily, “and his hand slid under my skirt. As the dog licked the Hostess’ pussy, he began to finger me, I sat there watching this stunningly beautiful woman getting her pussy licked. I swear my own pussy was drooling, Hels. Your brother’s finger got very wet.”

Hmmm. That makes me wonder,” Helen mused. “If I’d been sitting next to George, would he have done that to me?”

I looked her straight in the eye. “Helen, the whole thing was such a turn on, I’ve no doubt about it. His finger would’ve been in you, and you would’ve ridden it hard. Because next, the Hostess got onto her side, slid partway under the dog, and fingered his cock and then started sucking it.”

Helen’s eyes widened with shock. “She sucked the dog’s cock with everyone watching?”

Yes. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to do,” I answered. “As she did it, his cock seemed to get larger and longer. My heart was in my throat, and my mouth was drooling almost as much as my pussy. I couldn’t help but wonder what that dog’s cock would feel like and taste like in my mouth. I almost fainted when the dog started humping her mouth.”

Helen was staring at me, hanging on my every word.

Her husband said something to her, and she got down on her hands and knees. She was like on all fours, and she still looked like a queen. Her ass and pussy were open and the lighting kind of drew attention to the fact that she was naked except for the corset. She held her ass up high, and lowered her tits and shoulders down onto the surface. She kept her face turned towards us, not hiding it like she was ashamed of what was happening.”

Helen’s eyes were focused on a point far off in space, almost as if she was looking across time and distance, seeing the Hostess kneeling in front of that dog. “Then suddenly the dog reared up and I saw his cock was sticking way out and at least 6″ long, if not longer. Her husband helped the dog aim his cock into her cunt, and the dog began to fuck her. It was almost primal! He was thrusting like crazy, and the Hostess was bracing herself, and she began cumming.”

I looked apologetically at Helen. “Please don’t hate me. But at that moment, I unzipped George’s pants, pulled out his cock, which was stiff as a board, and sat on his lap.” I blushed. “We weren’t the only couple fucking at that moment. Everyone was so turned on! I’m getting turned on again, just telling you about this.”

I don’t hate you, Steph,” Helen stated, her voice choked with emotion. “I’m just sorry that I couldn’t have been there. And I’m getting turned on, hearing all this.” She took my hand, and moved it up under her skirt until I was touching her panties. They were soaking wet.

Getting her message, I slid my fingers up, around behind her waistband, and then down again until they entered the slippery valley between her labia. As I did so, Helen yanked her dress out from under her butt, and up off of her body, tossing it across the room with abandon. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples looked so engorged that they appeared to pulsate with her heartbeat. I wasted no time in stripping her panties down and off her legs.

Please keep telling me about the party,” Helen implored.

I started fingering her cunt with two fingers as I continued with my description. “So the Hostess was up on the dais, her pussy being hammered fast and hard by that dog. I’m bouncing on George’s cock, with it skewering in and out of my cunt. Other people around us are playing with tits and cocks, but all eyes are on the Hostess. Then I saw it.”

Helen had been lying on her back, eyes closed and thighs wide open, letting my fingers squish in and out of her sopping honey tunnel. She opened her eyes, looking at me, and asked, “Saw what?”

At the base of a dog’s cock, there’s an enlargement. They call it his ‘knot’ because the dog uses it to tie himself to his bitch.” I pulled my two fingers out of Helen’s cunt, which made her pout in that fashion that makes my heart go all melty/gooey. “Look,” I said, holding my hand up, with the two fingers sticking out, and the rest curled into a fist with my thumb. “Suppose my fingers are the dog’s cock. The rest of this is his knot.” Using my other hand to simulate a vaginal opening, I moved my fingers in and out briefly and then shoved the knot part hard against the opening.

When the knot goes in, it seals the bitch’s opening. That’s when he starts pumping his semen into her. It can’t escape, so it floods inward, all the better to impregnate her. And that’s why mating dogs are sometimes stuck together – tied together – for 10 or 15 min. Got the idea?” I asked her, as I put my two fingers back into her vagina and started finger fucking her again.

Helen’s eyes were slightly glazed as she absorbed this information, but she nodded. “And did he… did the dog… I mean, the dog was fucking the Hostess. And you saw the dog’s knot… so did he?”

She didn’t exactly finish her sentence, but I understood what Helen wanted to know. “The Hostess was on her hands and knees, offering her cunt to that dog. The dog had his claws up on her back, hooked into the leather of her corset, pulling her back harder and harder onto his cock. His huge knot was bumping against her labia over and over.” I bumped my curled fist against Helen’s labia in a similar manner now as I fingered her. Her cunt juices were all over my hand. Her own hands were clawing the bed covers, her body virtually vibrating with arousal.

George’s cock was plowing my cunt deeply as we watched. I myself was almost climaxing, spellbound by what I was watching, waiting for something, and not knowing exactly what. That’s when we saw the dog plant that huge knot into – actually into – the Hostess’ cunt opening!” I shoved my juice-soaked fist hard against Helen’s vaginal entrance. Her labia sucked at my knuckles as I felt her cunt muscles rippling against my fingers deep inside her. Helen convulsed in orgasm, screaming her release.

She started thrashing on the bed, so I used my free arm to pin her hips in place, keeping my fist pressed hard against her cunt, moving my fingers inside her to prolong her ecstasy. Her thrashing and panting made her luscious tits weave and bob in a fantastic manner. I could tell when her orgasm was complete, because she gently pulled my fingers free from her pussy, and brought them up to her mouth to suck and lick them clean.

Get your clothes off, Steph, lie back, and continue with your story,” Helen commanded, smiling with relief. I didn’t need to be told twice. In the blink of an eye, I was naked and on my back, and Helen was kneeling between my knees.

Where was I, Hels?” I muttered. Helen inspired my memory by leaning down and using her mouth and fingers on my swollen labia and clit. “Oh yes. The dog knotted the Hostess, and stopped humping her. Her husband explained that the dog was now spurting his seed, which would fill not only her vagina to capacity, but also flood her womb. He mentioned that if we looked closely, we could see her lower belly distend from the volume of fluid being pumped into her.”

Helen was licking, sucking, nibbling and fingering me in a most distracting manner as I was describing this. My voice was getting rather breathy. I was lifting my pelvis up off of her bed, shoving it into her face as I gasped out, “That’s when I came on George’s cock. Imagining being under that dog, and feeling his hot semen squirting into me. And my orgasm triggered George’s. His cock throbbed each time it spurted, and my naughty pussy sucked hard, draining every drop out of it.”

Hearing this, Helen shoved several of her fingers into my cunt, wiggling and swirling them as she planted her lips on my clit, and suckled it. I lost control. Shrieking unintelligible syllables, I felt my internal muscles grab her fingers as my juices shot out and spattered her face and neck. While I was cumming, Helen shifted her body sideways, placing her dripping pussy against my leg, and started rubbing it up and down.

OMG!” I cried. “That’s so… I’m gonna… Oh fuck, Helen, you’re…” I was having a hard time breathing, with her mouth and fingers still busy at my sex, and her pussy erotically rubbing against my leg.

Helen moaned, the sound muffled by her lips being pressed against my cunt. She started shaking and I felt her pussy erupt on my leg. Her orgasm triggered another one for me, and I held her head against me as we quivered as a single unit, joined together.

An eternity later, or at least a few minutes later, we came up for air. Helen flopped down beside me on the bed, and we entwined arms and legs, kissing gently. As we gradually settled into a warm embrace, Helen whispered, “So what happened next?”

Next, we were invited up onto the stage for a closer look at how the Hostess and the dog were joined together,” I answered. “We were allowed… no, actually we were invited to touch, explore, and caress the Hostess. As much as we wanted. She seemed to revel in it. Her composure was astounding. When the dog’s knot shrank enough that he could pull his dick out of her, someone put a glass under her pussy, to catch some of the dog’s semen as it poured out of her, in huge globs. During the remainder of the dinner, she sipped from that glass.”

Helen looked at me disbelievingly. “She drank dog cum from a glass?”

Oh yes,” I assured her. “She not only drank it, she claimed that it tastes better than any cum you can get from a man.”

Wow,” Helen exclaimed. “Did you taste any?”

I could have. Other people did,” I replied. “But I was trying to get my courage up to ask her that question you wanted me to ask her.”

Trying? You mean you didn’t?” Helen asked.

Helen, you didn’t see how savagely that dog used her,” I rebutted. “I couldn’t understand how she could look so submissively accepting and serene while that was being done to her. It took me most of the evening, battling with myself, fearing she would look at me like I was crazy, and refuse. She might’ve even embarrassed me in front of everyone. But.”

Yes?” Helen said. “But,” she echoed.

But I did it. I asked her quietly, and I asked her not to let anybody know what I was asking. And she nodded her acceptance of our request. We need to call her soon – maybe today – and make detailed arrangements.”

OMG!” Helen choked out. “She will? We can? That’s fantastic! Can we call now? Can we?”

Her enthusiasm was contagious. I looked at the clock and saw that now it was a reasonable time of the morning to make such a call. Sitting on the edge of the bed, with Helen pressing her naked front against my naked back, leaning her head close to my phone so she could hear too, I called the Hostess.

Good morning Ma’am. I hope that this is not too early to call,” I stated. “Do you remember me from the party last night? Oh, and thank you. I had a marvelous time,” I babbled.

I could hear the Hostess chuckling as she answered, “It’s a fine time to call, dear. I remember you well, and you’re quite welcome. We had a marvelous time also. You’re calling to arrange a session, are you not?”

Yes, Ma’am, I am. But not just for me, if it’s OK with you. My best friend, Helen, is here with me now. She was supposed to attend your party last night, but was ill, so her brother asked me to go in her place. I told her how fantastic everything was, and she’s very sorry that she missed it. And if it’s not too much to ask, we’d both like to have a session.”

I see,” the Hostess replied. “She’s there with you now? Can she hear me?”

Helen answered, “Yes, Ma’am. I’m here, and we can both hear you.”

Excellent. For your information, I prefer to be addressed as ‘Hostess’ rather than Ma’am, or anything else. Now, I have a few rules about these training sessions which I need you to hear and to which you must agree. First, during the training you will be completely nude, and my husband and our servants may see you like that. Second, anything I tell you to do, you must do without hesitation and that includes touching a dog’s penis with your hands or mouth, and being mounted by him. After all, these are the experiences that you say you’re seeking. Take a moment to think this over.”

Helen and I looked at each other, watching for one of us to start shaking her head. Neither of us did. I answered for both of us, “Yes, Hostess. We agree to your rules. Is there anything else?”

We’ve not discussed payment yet,” the Hostess replied.

My heart skipped a beat. This was a very wealthy woman. Could we possibly scrape together enough funds to make a payment that she would not find ludicrous? “What payment do you require, Hostess?” I asked, trying to keep a tremble out of my voice. “I’ll be quite honest with you – neither Helen nor I have well-paying jobs.”

Oh, my dear. You misunderstand me. The payment wouldn’t involve any funds coming from you. Rather it involves you freely allowing my husband and myself to use you sexually while you’re here, if we wish it. In addition, if you interact well with the dogs, we’d want to have you give a performance in front of a chosen group of people in a manner similar to what I did last night. As part of this performance, and as a special treat for our guests, we’d auctioned off the clothes that you’d be wearing to the highest bidder. The proceeds from the auction will go to my husband and myself.”

I swallowed hard, looking at Helen. Her eyes looked huge, either from surprise, or fear, or both. “P… p… perform?” she stuttered. “Au… au… auction?” she sputtered. I noticed she said nothing about the possibility of being used sexually by the Hostess and/or her husband. I could understand her fear, though. She hadn’t been at the party, and she hadn’t seen how the guests behaved.

I knew the Hostess was listening on the phone. “Helen,” I started, “I wish you’d been at the party last night. The Hostess’ guests were amazingly dignified and respectful. I’m sure she’d never let any other kind of person attend her gatherings. And she didn’t say we were being auctioned – just our clothes. Apparently, we would be starting out dressed, as she was last night, and then the auctioning would make us naked. Is that right, Hostess?”

Yes, Stephanie. That’s quite perceptive of you. You have a quick mind, and a good nature. I’m pleased George brought you last night. And I’m very pleased that you wish to experience my dogs.”

The Hostess’ voice was quite soothing. Helen’s expression softened. She was still wary. I know my friend well. “Tell you what, Hels. Let’s set up an appointment with her, and you and I can discuss this further. If you decide you really don’t want to do this, then I’ll meet with the Hostess by myself. Is that OK with you, Hostess?”

That sounds like a wonderful idea, Stephanie. Here are some possible days,” she replied.

So, we settled on the day and time, and said goodbye to the Hostess. My heart was thumping hard, now that we’d taken that step. Over the next few days, Helen and I discussed it, listing pros and cons about the agreement. Both of us loved sex, so that wasn’t the issue. And we had a streak of exhibitionism, so other people seeing us naked felt OK, too.

But the real unknown, what really got us nervous, was what it would be like to have a dog mount us like that. But I kept seeing the serenity on the face of the Hostess during that dinner party, and trying to have Helen visualize it, as well. I hoped that deep down inside of me was some of that serenity. It helped that Helen finally agreed to at least go with me to the appointment.

We arrived with about 5 minutes to spare. As we drove up to the house in Helen’s car, she said, “Holy shit, Steph! You weren’t kidding about this place! It’s like a mansion! My two year old Toyota looks definitely out of place here.”

As we parked the car, we admired the magnificent house set in its beautifully manicured grounds and overlooking the large bay of a nearby lake. The view was spectacular. The night of the dinner party, I had been too dazzled and intimidated by the other people to have a proper look at the place, so I was almost as amazed as Helen. Also, I was nervous. I admit it. I mean – sex with a dog? My curiosity was driving me forward. “Let’s try this,” it was telling me. “I have to know what it’s like,” it was saying. But my rational mind was saying, “Are you crazy? You’re going to get on your hands and knees, and open your cunt to a dog’s prick? It’s wrong! It’s nasty!” My knees wobbled as we walked to the door.

The door opened as we knocked, a smiling servant ushering us into the presence of the Hostess. My gaze was once again immediately drawn to her eyes – huge and the color of the sky. As I’d described to Helen, “She’s beautiful, with dark brown hair, classic high cheekbones, and a delicate neck. Her shoulders and upper arms are slightly muscular, perhaps from handling her larger dogs. She has large, C cup breasts, a slim waist, and for her size, the appearance of long elegant legs.”

On this day, she was dressed casually. As we were given a polite embrace, I noticed she exuded a slightly inkish scent, which seemed out of character with the rest of her elegance. We only learned later why this was.

We sat in an elegant salon and a servant served tea. Both Helen and I sat transfixed as this gorgeous woman chatted to us. I mainly remember the Hostess making certain that Helen and I remembered her rules about our potential training, and that we understood and agreed to them. I could see Helen becoming more comfortable with the idea, the more she heard and saw. The Hostess had such an open, charming manner that it felt like she wove a spell of security over and around us.

Still, I took a deep breath and my heart began pounding hard when she said, “Let us begin. Please undress.” I kicked my Manolo Blahnik heels to one side. I felt a bit awkward pulling my blouse over my head, and letting my skirt pool around my ankles. I purposely hadn’t worn any underwear, so I was naked a few moments before Helen was, as she struggled with her bra and panties.

I remember looking down at my soft carpet of red pubic hair and asking the Hostess if I needed to shave it off. She indicated it was my choice, merely to keep it well groomed if I wished to retain it. But I’m sure I blushed when she told me that she enjoyed looking at my color there, while staring at it. She gave Helen’s blond pubic patch a similar scrutiny.

Being told to follow, we padded naked after our Hostess down a passage to a large windowless room. We were met by a man who could have stepped out of a center spread of English Country Life Magazine. Tall, lean, and distinguished, he rose courteously as we entered. I knew him to be the husband of the Hostess, having met him at the dinner party. Helen was introduced to him.

We were invited to sit in two very strange looking chairs, which had holes in their upright backs, and seemed to be missing a section of the front of their seats. The moment I sat, I realized the missing seat section was to make my entire vulva available, hanging free in front of the chair. Whether for human access, dog access, or both, I wasn’t sure. I’m saw her husband was checking out what Helen and I were putting on display. Enjoying showing off for him, I smiled and spread my knees a little wider apart, exhibiting my slutty side.

But I had a sudden jolt of fear when the Hostess picked up two sets of handcuffs. I’m believe I stammered when I asked, “Wha.. wha… what are those for?” Once again, the Hostess’ soothing voice and manner calmed me, as she explained that the chairs were designed to secure us in position as we met the dogs, so we wouldn’t make any sudden moves to frighten or discourage them.

She said something like, “No one is keeping you here, Stephanie. If you want to leave, you may. And if you tell us to uncuff you later, we will do so, the moment we move the dogs away from you.” It only took me a few calming deep breaths to settle myself, and place my arms through the holes in the seat backs. But hearing the ratcheting sounds from the cuffs, and feeling the steel close on my wrists, brought up almost an atavistic fear, that I had to mentally fight.

By the time the Hostess asked us to try to move forward and back in the chair, I had more or less regained my composure. It’s amazing what we can get used to, if we try. The arm holes and cuffs held my torso firmly in place. Subconsciously, I had protectively brought my knees together as I struggled with my arms. The Hostess, holding some ropes, touched my knees and asked me to open them again, so she could tie me that way.

A little dazed, I obeyed, realizing that I might have clamped my knees onto a dog’s muzzle without meaning to do so. “Would he have bitten me, if I did that?” I asked myself, mentally. I was still scared as the Hostess gently but firmly tied my knees and legs to parts of the chair front. I tried to keep my thigh muscles from quivering, but I think the Hostess saw them shake, because she gave me another reassuring smile.

She asked me something like, “Can you close your legs now?” I tried, straining, but wasn’t able to budge them. My mouth was too dry at that moment to speak, so I just shook my head in answer to her question. She seemed pleased. Her husband walked over to us, perhaps to see how she was doing. I looked over at Helen, tied to her chair, and gave her what I hoped was an encouraging smile, but it felt weak. My heart was racing, and I was trying to breathe faster, to keep up with it, but I was feeling a little faint.

The Hostess said something that I didn’t catch, because my attention was focused internally, feeling the butterflies dancing in my stomach. Moments later, her husband knelt in front of my chair and his hands went to my sex. That sure got my attention. I looked down and saw the hands of this relative stranger grasping my labia. An almost electric shock of sensation beamed from them into my core as his fingers started rubbing.

Nervous as I was, my cunt still knew how to react. Fresh, hot blood cascaded into my labia which visibly puffed out, engorging. His fingers tugged softly, and rolled my delicate tissues back and forth. At his first contact, my knees had strained at the ropes, trying to close off my intimate area. But as his caresses continued, sending wave after wave of lovely sensations to my brain, my knees tried to go the other way – open farther – inviting his hands to play. Fluids began seeping from me, which might have made me blush, if I’d been fully objective about the situation.

I was not being objective. I was sinking into a state of submission to this man. My body was offering him my intimate fluids, letting them anoint his hands, and then drip onto the floor beneath me, as I slowly twisted my head back and forth, moaning. My nipples felt like they were about to explode, but I don’t think he noticed. His attention was focused on my now sopping cunt.

The Hostess murmured something, and I moaned louder, this time in frustration, because his hands left me as he stood up. I heard a door opening, and the sounds of panting, frisking dogs entering the room. My heart almost stopped when I saw the huge Rottweiler and a nearly-as-large Akita being brought into the room.

The dogs were given a proper introduction. “This is Benny,” the Hostess said, indicating the Rottweiler, who was eagerly straining at the end of a leash held by the husband. The dog was scanning back and forth between Helen and me, and licking his chops like we were his dinner. “And this is Sky,” the Hostess continued, pointing at the Akita whose leash she held. The Akita was not pulling at his leash. He seemed to be waiting patiently. That’s when Helen and I learned that Benny was the pack leader, and got to choose first, while Sky would hold back until it was his turn.

Wide eyed, I stared at the Rottweiler, thinking, “Not me, please. Please, not me.” When he was unleashed, he trotted straight for Helen, much to my relief. I watched as he shoved his snout into Helen’s unprotected cunt, causing her to shriek. But then he backed out, and turned towards me. Heart in my throat, I couldn’t move as he came between my thighs, snorting, and sneezing. Fearfully, I wondered what this powerful animal might do down there.

The Hostess spoke softly, “I should have explained this to you before, ladies. Dogs have an incredible sense of smell. They detest the smell of most soaps and perfumes, so in the future do not bathe or use deodorant or any kind of scent for at least two days before your next training. Trust me, your dog will be appreciative. Your odor will become one of the indicators that you are receptive to his talents.” I admit that I had to have the Hostess repeat this all to me afterward, because all my attention was focused on the dog’s muzzle at that moment.

Even though he hadn’t hurt me, I sighed in relief as Benny trotted back to Helen. This time I could hear him licking her cunt region. Lifting my head slightly, I could peer over Helen’s thigh and see his long, long tongue lapping everywhere in between her thighs. Helen was staring at him and I saw – desire! She liked what he was doing! My body reacted to that sight with an internal cry of “Me too! Lick me like that!” I could feel my labia opening, and smell the scent I’ve learned to associate with my arousal.

Benny seemed to sniff vigorously, then broke off licking Helen and romped back to me. His tongue flashed out and slobbered its way from my asshole to my clit. I jerked in my restraints. My mind instinctively was saying, “No! Bad dog! Get away!” But my body was reacting to the amazing sensations coming from my privates, involuntarily making me moan with appreciation. In a few minutes, I knew firsthand why Helen enjoyed what he’d done to her. “You lovely, lovely beast,” I quietly murmured between my clenched teeth. Benny lapped my dripping cunt, the tip of his tongue sometimes entering me deeply and curling while inside, creating within me a unique new sense experience.

I knew everyone was watching, but Benny showed no signs of leaving me. His lapping was focused now. My breathing accelerated, my chest heaving up and down with my deepening breaths as the dog began to repeatedly drill his tongue into my gaping fuck hole. I was dimly aware of the Akita trotting over to Helen, and starting his canine cunnilingus on her. Since she’s my dear friend, I hoped that Sky was as good as Benny at doing this.

I squirmed and squirmed under this fantastic oral attack on my cunt, clamping my mouth shut because I didn’t know if the dog would startle if I made a sudden noise. The sounds of the dogs’ tongues and breathing as they virtually consumed our pussies was loud and I blushed at being on such wanton display. My mind was trying to yammer at me, “You’re letting a dog lick your cunt, you nasty slut!” But my body was yelling back at it, “Shut the fuck up! A tongue is a tongue is a tongue! And this is an amazing tongue!”

I imagine the Hostess perceived why Helen and I were being so quiet, because she said something like, “You don’t have to be quiet. The dogs enjoy hearing a reaction, so scream, groan, say whatever you want.”

In response, Helen cried out, “OMG! This is fantastic!” Sky’s tongue was noisily lapping at her. I could hear it.

My eyes seemed to be out of focus. The Hostess told me later that I called out something like, “Oh shit! I’ve had men eat my pussy before, but it’s never been this intense! It’s… I’m gonna…” That’s when I stopped, took a deep breath, and screamed. I think everyone in a ten mile radius could tell I was cumming, because even though my legs were tied open, my scream volume was set at my highest level, and I felt my toes digging into the floor as they curled under. My tits were shaking so hard they bashed against each other. I came so hard I even peed a little. Benny lapped, licked, and teased like the pussy connoisseur he was, wolfing down all my expelled fluids. “I just came”, I said almost lamely while looking at Helen. “How are you doing?” I asked.

Helen didn’t answer. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as if she was trying to lift something very heavy. Suddenly her eyes flew open, and, secured as she was to the chair, her hips began a rapid forward and backward rocking as her cum began spurting into Sky’s eager mouth. “I’m… I’m… I’m… cumming… oh… God… I’m… cumming!” she exclaimed, with each rock of her hips. Sky didn’t let much of her cum hit the floor beneath her.

The dogs kept licking, sometimes between our asses and pussies, then our clits, or lapping our fuck holes, or asses. At other times their tongues disappeared deeply into us, the tips of those tongues were flicking and curling, creating exquisite sensations that no human tongue or penis could duplicate. I think over the next twenty minutes I came three times.

We were untied but even fully freed, I just sat mentally processing what had just occurred. Benny and Sky sat on their haunches like good boys. Both dogs were aroused, with their pointed, veined cocks poking up out of their furry sheathes. With their butts on the floor, their swollen ball sacks were flattened out on the surface under them, one large testicle to either side of the sheath.

Come here to your dogs, ladies,” Hostess commanded. We got up, stretched, and padded over bare footed on wobbly legs.

Kneel in front of your dog, and pet his head, praising him,” we were instructed. We did so, giggling when the dogs reacted by licking us on our lips with doggy kisses.

Excellent.” The Hostess pointed at the dogs. “Now gently touch the dog’s cock. Use just the tip of your index finger, to get used to the texture.” We were on our hands and knees before those two noble looking dogs. My hand was trembling as I reached out to make contact with this forbidden portion of the dog’s anatomy. I began stroking the warm, pulsating cock.

Very good. You may now grasp the cock in your hand, and start slowly pumping it. Listen to the sound the dog makes – that will guide you into the proper pressure and speed,” we were informed. Looking at one another for reassurance, we began a slow, rhythmic manipulation of the now turgid genitals. My face was now close to the dog’s cock, and I inhaled Benny’s exotic, musky scent. It was unusual, but not unpleasant.

Other than the cock’s shape and coloration (and the fact that it stuck out of a very furry sheath), its texture was not all that different from giving a guy a hand job. As their tails started thumping on the floor, the dogs made whining sounds and their cocks began emitting tiny streams of fluid, almost as fine as a vapor. I exclaimed, “Oh!” but continued pumping.

That’s right, Stephanie. You’re doing fine. Benny is starting to give you some of his precum.” I was told. “He’s pleased with what you’re doing. Oh, and there goes Sky, Helen. He’s starting too. Go ahead and aim those streams at your tits, ladies. I think you’ll find that sensation quite erotic.”

Our giggles started at once, and within minutes our tits were glistening with precum. “You like that?” Hostess asked. We both nodded, still carefully pumping our dog’s cock. “OK, bend in closer and open your mouths. Aim the spray so you can taste some.”

Helen looked at me with an expression of shock, but she saw that I was obeying, so she shrugged and complied.

Not too bad, is it?” the Hostess asked her.

It just tastes salty, Hostess,” Helen answered. “It was only the thought of letting it enter my mouth that was scary. This seems so forbidden,” she concluded with a smile. She immediately went back to letting the spray enter her mouth.

There sure is a lot of it,” I remarked, smiling up at the Hostess. “Is this normal?” I asked, again opening my mouth to accept more of the spray.

Very normal. They seem to be able to generate quite a bit of it,” the Hostess agreed. Her husband had been quietly setting up the apparatus for the final part of today’s training session. “OK, ladies, please stop pumping and stand up.” Reluctantly we stood.

The Hostess snapped her fingers and both dogs eagerly ran up the training ramps and stood patiently over the holes in the sturdy shelves to which the ramps led. We two trainees were led to a pair of adjustable stools that were placed beneath those holes.

Have a seat while my husband and I adjust the stools to the proper height,” we were told. As we sat on the stools, our heads rose up out of the holes, ending up under the dogs’ bellies. Tilting my head only slightly, I felt the soft underfur caress my forehead. I could see Helen to my right, sitting on her stool under Sky.

You want us to suck their cocks, right?” I asked.

Yes, dear. That’s correct. The hole is large enough for you to keep pumping the cocks as you suck, if you wish. Or you can just suck.” Curious to see how different it would feel in my mouth, I had already opened my mouth and sucked the pointed tip of the cock inward. I did this fast, so my yammering mind would not have a chance to stop me. “If you just want to suck, let as much of the cock into your mouth as possible. Your goal is to learn the difference between the taste of precum and the taste of cum.”

As she said this last statement, I swiveled my head slightly, my eyes on her face as I arched a single brow inquiringly. But I kept Benny’s cock in my mouth, and continued pumping it near the base.

Yes, Stephanie, you heard me correctly. We want you to make your dog cum, and we want you to taste that cum. You don’t have to swallow it all if you don’t want to do so. But notice the difference in tastes.”

I nodded, not wanting to speak with my mouth full, and turned back in line with Benny’s body. My hand pumped the dog’s cock with a gradually increasing speed while I sucked, twirling my tongue as I bobbed my mouth on the head of his cock. Helen was not pumping Sky’s cock. Both of her hands had come up through the opening to stroke the fur on the dog’s sides in a loving manner. His entire cock was inside her mouth, and I watched her cheeks rhythmically hollowing as she sucked the length of his cock.

Soon the dogs were not only wagging their tails – they were panting loudly and whining happily. Sky began humping his hips, fucking Helen’s mouth. Sure enough, Helen’s cheeks suddenly bulged with the first blast of Sky’s semen. A tiny bit dribbled from the corner of her mouth as her throat tried to keep pace with the dog’s spurts. She took it all, and pursed her lips as she eased her head back, stripping the final fluids from within Sky’s cock.

She looked quite pleased with herself. Sky twisted and began to lick his privates clean. “That was delicious!” she said, her voice filled with amazement. “I thought it’d be nasty, coming from an animal, but…” she paused, choosing her words. “But, it actually tasted better than any semen a man has ever shot into my mouth,” she concluded, grinning impishly. “Has Steph gotten hers yet?”

I was sucking hard on Benny’s dick, no longer pumping, but I held my thumb and fingers in a ring shape around the base of Benny’s penis so his knot would bump it. I didn’t have to pump at all, because Benny was now actively humping, fucking both my hand and mouth.

Go for it, Steph,” Helen encouraged softly. “You’ll love the taste, I bet. I did,” she enthused.

The Rottweiler began a rumbling howl, and started cumming. His first massive spurt was so voluminous that my mouth could not hold it all. My eyes flew wide open as cum surged out around the edges of my lips and spilled down onto my chin and chest. A small amount even trickled from my nostrils! I started swallowing frantically, trying to keep up with his spurts. Finally I’d managed to swallow most of his inky-tasting, salty cum. His movements stilled, and I let his cock slip from my mouth. Benny’s dick jerked once more, causing a splat of semen to strike me in the face, tendrils soaking into my hair. Now I fully recognized the inky scent that had emanated from the Hostess earlier – the scent of dog semen.

As the dogs were led away, my sweet friend Helen came over and started licking dog semen off my neck and chest. To my surprise, the Hostess started licking it from my forehead. I’m not positive, but I think she was rubbing her cunt as she did so, obviously turned on.

Next, the Hostess asked Helen and me to get on our hands and knees, while her husband took some measurements. They offered no explanation, and I think we were too dazed by our orgasms and these strange new activities to even question why – we just obeyed. After that, we returned to the sitting room, where we dressed again, and went through a sort of debriefing, as we chatted and snacked.

When asked if we had any questions, the only one I could think of was about the dogs’ claws. I’d now seen them closely, and feared injury. No one mentioned that Helen and I would be fitted with leather corsets, as I’d seen the Hostess wear. “Don’t worry, dear,” she answered me. “There are other protective measures we can take.” She said we were ready for the second step of our training, if we wished it, and gave us two days to think it over. We thanked both her and her husband, and left.

During those two days, Helen and I debated whether we should return. We were ambivalent, to say the least. Perhaps Helen was, more than I, since she’d not seen a dog in action with the Hostess. My fear of the unknown, mixed with our societal fiats that this stuff was taboo was warring with my curiosity about what it truly would feel like. Sometimes we felt we were crazy to consider it. Other times we felt we’d hate ourselves if we passed up the opportunity.

Two things won me over. The memory of the smell and taste of Benny’s canine semen, so unlike any cum I’d ever tasted before, and the memory of the look of serene ecstasy on the Hostess’ face as she serviced that dog. My summary to Helen was, “I have to know, Hels. I just have to find out what it’s like. You don’t have to do it, but I have to go.”

Helen blushed a deep shade of red, and confessed to me, “I’ve been dreaming about Sky both nights, and daydreaming about him several times each day. I need to see him again. I’m hooked.” I gave her a long, warm hug. It was decided.

The Hostess laughed merrily when we entered her home at the allotted time, because Helen and I eagerly stripped without her even asking us. She wasted no time in leading us into the training room again. The chairs were gone, but now the room held two low padded benches. “For us?” I asked.

Yes, Stephanie,” the Hostess answered. “These will hold you up until you get used to the weight of the dog on your back.”

My heart almost stopped as I heard those words. I was going to let a dog climb on my back. I was going to let that dog stick his cock into me. I was going to let an animal fuck me! That yammering censoring voice shrieked in my head, “You’re crazy! Stop this! It’s wrong!” But my emotional voice countered with, “You saw the Hostess do this. Did it look wrong? Did it? She was thrilled to do it, in front of all those people. No one forced either her or the dog to do it. So shut up! I need to concentrate.”

I got onto my bench before I lost my nerve. Helen mimicked my action. During the first lesson, she and I had been bound into those strange chairs, so I was not surprised when the Hostess and her husband began binding us to the benches, starting with a large leather strap that went across the small of my back, pinning me down. I made a nervous joke about preventing me from running away, but I knew that if I told them to stop and release me, they would.

After a few more minutes, Helen and I were bound such that we were actually on our hands and knees, each bench designed to be the perfect height for its occupant. Our wrists were bound in position for bracing ourselves, and our knees were bound apart, leaving our cunts fully vulnerable. My heart was thudding hard and fast in my chest, and my mouth was dry – I feared my cunt might be dry, also. Almost as if they read my mind, the Hostess and her husband used their hands to part our labia and probe gently for wetness.

It’s as I expected,” the Hostess said. “You’re damp, but not really wet.” Then she did something I never would have anticipated – she held a cloth to my nose, instructing me to “Inhale deeply.” As I did, the scent of Benny, MY Benny, flooded my nostrils. I knew it was his scent, and my body reacted! I could feel a ripple go along my cunt, followed by a trickling sensation down one of my thighs! The bitch in me was going into heat, and the dog wasn’t even in the room yet.

The Hostess was holding my labia apart when I heard the door open, and the loud panting of excited dogs. As they crossed the floor toward us, I heard no clacking of claws on the floor. I looked over at Helen, and as Sky moved behind her, I saw he had on leather booties. I would have guessed that Benny was dressed the same way, but that thought never had a chance to form, because Benny’s wonderful tongue was now lapping at my cunt!

Maybe it was this new position, but his oral attentions seemed even better than the first time. His tongue not only did a through job on my cunt, it also sent the sensory receptors around my ass hole into spasms of joy. My body raced towards its first orgasm, but Helen beat me to it, almost yodeling as Sky made her cum. Looking over at her glowing, shaking body triggered my orgasm, and my outcry was probably louder than hers. I don’t know how much of my cum Benny managed to lap up with that versatile tongue of his.

I was sucking air greedily, recovering, when I heard Helen call to me, “Steph! He’s mounting me!” But when I looked, Sky was jumping off her. I heard the Hostess tell Helen that sometimes the dog needs to make a few attempts before getting a good connection. Sure enough, Sky went back into position, the Hostess’ husband guided Sky’s cock, and I was treated to the sight of my girlfriend being vigorously fucked by her dog.

I closed my eyes, fear trying to take over, seeing how intensely Sky was pounding Helen. “Should I stop this right now?” I asked myself. “It’s not too late.” That’s when I heard the Hostess asking if I was ready for Benny. Was I? This was the moment of truth. If I hesitated too long, my internal censor might bring things to a halt, and then I’d not only always wonder what it would’ve been like – I’d also feel like I betrayed my friend, getting her to do something that I wouldn’t do.

I nodded.

The Hostess may have perceived my hesitance. “If you want Benny to fuck you, Stephanie, you’ll have to encourage him,” she said.

Something seemed to snap inside me. I tried to turn my head and look at Benny, calling out words resembling, “Come on, boy. Fuck me. Make me your bitch.” My voice was quavering, but it got stronger as I begged the dog to mount me. In moments, I felt him plant his front paws on my back, and something stick-like poked my labium once, until the Hostess adjusted the position of his cock.

The feeling was indescribable. Unlike anything that had ever entered my vagina before. For one thing, it was hot – very hot. And big, stretching me. And sudden. One moment, my cunt was empty, and the next it was completely filled. And fast! No man had ever, ever, ever fucked me that fast! It was like one of those fucking machines I’d seen in videos, set at high speed! If I hadn’t been secured on that bench, I might have started crawling forward – rapidly – to try to escape the brunt of that hammering.

His precum was copious, lubricating my tunnel, and pouring out of its opening and down my thighs. His padded paws exerted pressure in a downward angle on my back, as if he was trying to drag me further down onto his cock. I heard and felt wet slapping sounds as he fucked me, with my cunt making a burping sound from time to time as trapped air sought escape from it. I braced my hands on the floor as best I could, feeling his weight on me, his belly fur along my back.

About all I could move was my head, tied as I was. My red hair often blocked my vision as my head movement flipped it forward over my face. I looked over at Helen, who had her eyes closed and was biting hard on her lower lip as Sky, tongue lolling, pummeled her cunt. This gave me a mental image of what I must look like, tied naked to this bench, tits flattened down on its padded surface, as a huge Rottweiler fucked my spread open cunt. The room went fuzzy as my body was wracked with another powerful orgasm. I tried to say something, but only a string of meaningless syllables seemed to stream from my throat.

Benny didn’t seem to take any notice of what my body was doing. He just kept fucking me with that same, relentless rhythm. I could hear him panting loudly near my ear as drops of what I assume was his spittle fell upon the back of my neck. All thoughts of this being taboo were driven to oblivion as my body reveled in accepting the best fucking it had ever received. Bound to the bench as I was, I could only either ask to be released, or accept what was being done to me.

I chose acceptance, and opened myself fully to Benny, relaxing my cunt muscles as much as I could. He took full advantage of my submission, planting his paws and shoving his hips forward hard. That’s when his knot entered, lodged itself, and sealed the opening to my vagina. I couldn’t see what was happening, but it was like having my cunt fisted, but with a larger fist than I’d ever had prior to this. I know I screamed out something about its size as I was knotted. Thankfully, Benny stopped humping, because each movement of that knot against my sensitive skin caused me to yip with pain.

The Hostess knelt by me, whispering reassurances that the knot wasn’t damaging me, because I was babbling fears about that. “What else do you feel?” she asked.

Taking deep breaths and focusing, I answered, “His cock had felt like a strong stick, but it seems to feel softer now. Is that possible?”

As the Hostess began telling me that such a change was normal, I interrupted her, because Benny started spewing his cum inside me. I never expected it to feel like this. “He’s cumming inside me!” I cried. “It’s a gush like a fire hose has been rammed into my cunt!” I felt his knot pulsating with either his heartbeat or his spurts. And his hot fluid filled me quickly, forced into my womb because it couldn’t escape around that wedged knot.

I almost fainted when that flood of hot cum streaked through my extremely sensitive cervical opening. But my body decided to react by shoving me into one of the hardest, headiest, longest orgasms I’d ever experienced. Dimly, I was aware that my legs and wrists hurt from the way my contracting muscles were yanking at the ropes that bound me to the bench. I babbled things that I can’t recall any more – I was too caught up in the sensations.

When Benny finally stopped cumming, my entire tummy felt bloated, like I’d overeaten. He stretched out along my spine, resting the warm fur of his belly against my sweaty back. Even his tiny shifting movements made us both whimper in the pain generated by our locked genitals. I shook in my post-orgasmic aftershocks, as we both panted, our warm breaths swirling together, since his muzzle was by my ear. From time to time, Benny licked the salt from my neck, and that erotic contact made me shiver anew. I have no idea how long we were tied together like that. Wearily, I looked over at Helen, who had Sky lying atop her back. I was sort of drifting, my mind half registering what an adventure she and I were sharing.

After some period of time, Sky’s paws made scrabbling sounds, so I looked in that direction. He managed to work his cock out of Helen’s cunt as I watched. Unplugged, her cunt disgorged a glob of dog cum, and the room was flooded with its characteristic slightly inky smell. The Hostess’ husband took a picture or two of Helen’s cunt at this point, which I hadn’t expected. But what really surprised me was seeing the Hostess herself kneel behind Helen and being sucking at her cunt.

From her head movements, I guessed that she was sucking hard at Helen’s cunt, vacuuming dog semen from its depths. Helen was moaning happy sounds like, “God that feels good,” and “OMG! Don’t stop!” which made me smile at my wonderful friend, glad she was enjoying herself. When they were finished, the Hostess removed the ropes binding Helen to her bench, and helped her to sit. I was still pinned under and knotted with Benny.

Time passed as they all looked at me. Then Benny dismounted, sort of. Still knotted to me, he slid sideways off my back, twisted, and ended up with his ass pressed against mine, but his cock still lodged in my cunt! We both yelped as this maneuver shot pain through our locked tissues. But Benny seemed determined to get free from me now. I heard his paws scraping the floor, and felt the pressure at my vaginal ring as he applied a pulling force. Maybe he sensed his knot was deflating – I’m not sure. After a tug or two, I felt seepage escaping from me and then heard a loud embarrassing sound as his cock wetly disengaged from my flesh.

It felt like a streaming cascade of dog semen ran down my thighs. The inky smell of dog cum intensified. In my heart, I knew that smelling that scent would make my cunt open invitingly in the future. I was hooked on dog sex. It was simply amazing! Later, the Hostess showed me the pictures her husband took of my vastly dilated cunt opening. I was shocked at its size! The Hostess now untied me, and began working the circulation back into my wrists.

If I thought I was done, she dissuaded me of that idea, whispering, “Please get onto your back, dear. My husband is so turned on, he wants to fuck you. If that’s OK, please let him know.”

I’d felt his appeal since I first met him, so being fucked by him with her approval would be wonderful. But my cunt felt so loose, I asked, “Can he do that? I’d love to be fucked by him, but how can he get any friction with my cunt so stretched?” Even so, I was turning over, positioning myself on my back on the bench, and spreading my thighs wantonly for him.

The Hostess answered something like, “Men can always figure out a way to cum in our cunts,” so I smiled up at him and spread my arms open in invitation. I figured spread open arms and thighs should surely signal my acceptance.

He’d removed all his clothes, and I stared at his firm, muscular body with its jutting, rampant cock. He was sure turned on – of that I had no doubt. He straddled my body near the top of my thighs and slid that lovely cock into my honey pot. Great gobs of dog semen were displaced as his cock moved deeper. The semen lubed his cock so well it felt silky/velvety as it began sliding in and out.

Helen and the Hostess were watching. The Hostess was even taking pictures as her husband changed his angle and rubbed his cock along the extra sensitive tissues in my vagina, just deep to my clit. Thrilled, I brought my thighs together, which tightened my internal grip on his probing cock. I was so aroused now that I grabbed my tits and pinched my nipples enough to make me shudder. I played with them, offering them teasingly towards him as he began fucking with more intensity.

When he groaned loudly and his cock began twitching, I knew his cum was blending with Benny’s inside me. I had a vision of both canine and human sperm swimming side by side, blindly hoping to find my egg. This made me shake in a relatively minor, but still very emotionally satisfying, climax.

When his tiny bucking movements ceased, indicating he’d unloaded as much of his cum as he could, he stretched his warm flesh out along me, torso to torso. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Since the Hostess didn’t mind him fucking me, I sure hoped she’d not mind me kissing him in thanks. She didn’t mind.

Partially, she didn’t mind because she’d removed all her clothes, too, and stood naked as Helen knelt in front of her and ate her cunt. Helen sounded ravenous, holding the Hostess’ hips and mashing her face against that fragrant cunt. Soon the Hostess cried out and drenched Helen’s face with her cum. Helen drank most of it, from what I could tell.

All of us were sated for the moment, as far as sex was concerned. Naked, we plodded a bit wearily into the sitting room for rest and refreshments. The Hostess beamed at Helen, and then at me. “You both did a fantastic job today. I’m extremely pleased with you, and I want you to know it. Do you want to proceed with plans for a luncheon party, complete with a clothing auction, and being bred by the dogs for the enjoyment of the guests?”

Helen looked at me, starry eyed. I must have looked the same, since my body was still quaking and quivering with sensations of bliss. I wanted Benny again. I knew it. And I didn’t care who watched, as long as they weren’t going to be disapproving about it. I nodded at Helen, and she nodded back at me. We both turned to the Hostess, grinned huge grins, and chorused with great enthusiasm, “Yes, Hostess!”