Lucy and Spike at Bob’s

Lucy arrived for her third training session with Spike, greeted at the door by Molly. The two women embraced warmly. Lucy had loosened up considerably from the shy, uptight woman she’d appeared to be when Molly first met her. She wore a simple sundress, whose bright yellow color looked wonderful against the wavy red hair that tumbled loosely against Lucy’s shoulders. Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief as she pressed her body against Molly’s. Molly’s hands told her that Lucy wasn’t wearing a bra, and she guessed this vivacious woman probably wasn’t wearing any panties, either.

Following Molly, Lucy walked into the training room, where Spike awaited her, cared for by Bob. “Hello, Lucy,” Bob said in greeting. “Spike’s all ready for you.”

Hi Bob!” Lucy called out. Without waiting for his response, she dropped to her knees, arms opened invitingly, and commanded, “Spike. Come.” She was obviously thrilled to see her dog again.

Spike promptly trotted over to her, looking smug as only a bulldog can. His large frame moved easily, and his brown and white fur shone with health. His dark brown eyes seemed to light up with pleasure at seeing his Mistress, who would also be his bitch. Would be, because he’d not yet mounted Lucy, but today was to be the day.

As Lucy and Spike greeted one another, Molly cast her mind back to Lucy’s earlier sessions with Spike.

The first training session they’d had together, two weeks ago, was mostly about commands. Commands like ‘sit’, ‘come’, ‘side’, ‘heel’, ‘down’ – pretty standard stuff. But that training served to establish that Spike should obey Lucy now, in addition to Molly and Bob. Not completely standard dog training, though, because Lucy also learned how to touch Spike’s cock during that session. Lucy learned how to gently, softly coax his cock out of its sheath. Once it was extended, Lucy stroked it, and fondled it. She learned how it felt, and her face was close enough that she found out how it smelled, too, and was gratified that she liked its rather earthy scent. But they took her training no farther than that for that session.

The second session, last week, reinforced all the things that Lucy’d covered in the first one, but this one added having her use her mouth on Spike. Both women got naked, in case things got a little messy. As a measure of Lucy’s progress in feeling comfortable with both Molly and Bob, this time she didn’t mind the fact that Bob was in the same room with them as she took off her clothes. At first, Lucy was too tentative with Spike’s cock. Molly knelt beside her, watching and suggesting. Then Molly took the dog’s cock in her mouth, demonstrating how to apply the proper amount of pressure with her lips, giving some idea of the amount of suction, and the bobbing head movements that Spike expected.

Lucy tried again. This time she had more success, since Spike began spraying precum from the tip of his cock. Both women were gratified to hear his soft vocalizations of pleasure as Lucy suckled him. Lucy was pleased as punch when the precum flow started, but quickly grew amazed as the flow intensified. Molly watched Lucy’s pupils dilating in surprise as she had to swallow faster and faster to keep up with the gradual torrent of salty fluid.

It was a good thing they were both naked, because Lucy took the cock out of her mouth to ask Molly, “Does he always give off this much precum?” before wrapping her lips back around it. Even that brief time was long enough for the pointed tip of Spike’s cock to spray them both on their faces and dangling tits. Molly laughed as the warm spray struck them, and Lucy signaled merriment with her eyes, since her mouth was occupied again.

Yes, Lucy,” she answered. “I don’t know how they do it, but dogs usually provide us with what feels like quarts of precum. You wouldn’t think they could possibly have that much fluid stored in their bodies, but they seem to. Personally, I think it might not be all that much, but it’s sure more than any man can provide.”

Bob, who was pretending to be doing paperwork, but in all likelihood was ogling the naked asses of the two women as they bent over the dog’s belly, protested, “Hey! I’m sure I give off lots of precum, Molly!”

Oh yes, Bob,” Molly said, contritely. “I wasn’t referring to you. You’re the exception to the rule.” Her face was turned away from Bob as she spoke, so he couldn’t see her expression as she rolled her eyes after saying that. But Lucy could see, and she almost choked on what she was swallowing, trying not to laugh.

Lucy continued suckling her dog’s cock, easier now that he’d rolled completely onto his back. This complete exposure of his vulnerable belly indicated that Spike now trusted Lucy implicitly. Molly was gratified that the two of them were bonding so quickly.

With his knot fully visible now, Spike began rocking his hips, paws waving in the air above him. He was obviously trying to fuck Lucy’s lips, signaling his excitement.

Spike’s motions indicates he wants to cum, Lucy,” Molly informed her. Taking Lucy’s hand, she formed the redhead’s thumb and index finger into a circle around the base of Spike’s dick. “Let his knot bump against your fingers, giving him the illusion that his cock is lodging in a pussy. Be prepared for his rush of cum. Understand?”

Lucy’s pupils dilated somewhat, either from fear or desire or some blending of those emotions, but she nodded her understanding, still sucking Spike’s thrusting dick. Her fingers pressed against his knot. In seconds, Spike rocked hard into Lucy’s mouth, pressing his knot against her fingers. Legs quivering, the dog gave off a sound that resembled a moan.

Lucy’s cheeks ballooned outward as her eyes bulged in shock and surprise, but she gamely started swallowing. Molly watched the ripples moving rapidly down Lucy’s throat as the redhead valiantly kept up with the dog’s discharge of semen. Very little leaked from the corner of her mouth. After a bit, Lucy’s throat muscles ceased rippling, and she straightened up, letting the dog’s cock slip from her lips. Her cheeks were still bulging. She was holding a mouthful of dog semen, finally having the opportunity to stop and discover what it really tasted like. Her expression of evaluation transformed into one of delight.

She swallowed some of what was in her mouth, and let the remainder drool into the palm of her hand. She stared at the semen critically, sniffed it carefully, and then ran her tongue through it, carrying a glob into her mouth. “You’re right, Molly. It’s quite different than human semen – much tastier. What some?” She held out her hand.

Molly promptly licked up a glob for herself, smiling. After swirling it in her mouth, sampling it, she swallowed, and said, “Thanks for sharing, Lucy. I agree. Delicious.” Lucy was licking her hand clean as Molly spoke.

Lucy petted, praised, and fawned over Spike, telling him what a very good boy he was. Spike wallowed in her adoration. That was the gist of the second training session.

But today was to be the third, and most likely the last, training session, unless Lucy decided that something more was needed. Spike was to go home with her today. Bob tried to remain unobtrusive, perhaps fearing that Lucy would demand he leave the room during this session. He didn’t want to miss seeing this though, so he let Molly handle the details.

You’re not wearing any perfume, or deodorant, right Lucy? And you’ve not bathed with soap for a day or two? Dogs can be quite sensitive to foreign scents. It’s much better to have nothing but your natural scent,” Molly reminded her.

I’ve only rinsed myself off with water, since you told me I don’t actually have to be dirty, just unscented,” Lucy confirmed.

Molly sniffed her closely, something an onlooker would have found strange. Only smelling what Molly would describe as ‘woman’ scent, Molly was pleased. “You’ve done a great job at following instructions, Lucy. Spike will be enthusiastic, I’m sure.”

Lucy blushed as only a redhead can blush, knowing what ‘enthusiastic’ signified. She felt an erotic tingle at her pussy, imagining being mounted by her dog. Imagining submitting to him as his bitch. She could hardly wait, shifting from leg to leg nervously.

Molly picked up on her nervousness. “It’ll be fine, Lucy. You’ll see,” she assured the woman. “Spike’s a great lover, and you two are bonding wonderfully. He’ll be thrilled to claim you as his bitch,” she added, grinning as she watched the redhead’s blush deepen even more. She knew that Lucy wasn’t offended by the word ‘bitch’ at all, given her glowing eyes and radiant smile.

At that moment, Bob happened to be out of the room, but Lucy motioned to Molly to bring her head closer. Speaking quietly, Lucy related, “I wanted to tell you about a dream I had last night. In the dream I was walking through a park when three large dogs approached me. One knocked me onto my hands and knees, and they all tore my clothes away with their claws and teeth, magically not touching my skin. Then each of them mounted me in turn, ravishing me. And, rather than being frightened at all, I was so turned on, being used like that, that I had orgasm after orgasm. When I woke up, my crotch was soaked. What do you think the dream meant?”

I think it meant you need to buy two more dogs,” Molly replied, chuckling. “Seriously, Lucy, I just think it means that you, your body, and your mind are all ready to mate with your canine lover. I’m really happy for you.”

Molly produced some dog-paw-sized leather pouches. “Fit these booties onto his front paws. This is a further reinforcement of his upcoming duties. He associates those booties with mounting behavior,” Molly explained. “The beauty of this is that he’ll be less likely to act in an untoward manner in company, if he doesn’t have his booties on. If he gets excited and flashes his dick in company, you can laugh that off as typical masculine behavior. Men like showing off their equipment after all.”

Lucy laughed, relaxing slightly, as evidenced by her change in body language, as she put Spike’s booties on.

I haven’t forgotten my promise to help you with your first mounting or two, Lucy,” Molly asserted. “We should get these clothes off.” Molly wiggled her way out of her dress, then grabbed the hem of Lucy’s sun dress and lifted. Lucy giggled and lifted her arms, helping. She didn’t protest or flinch when Molly stroked her fingers through Lucy’s well trimmed fur of red pubic hair, parting her labia slightly. Molly’s finger came away damp, confirming Lucy’s excitement.

Bob re-entered the room, spied the two naked, smiling women, and retreated to a quiet corner to watch. His sense of smell was nowhere near as good as Spike’s, but even from across the room he was aware of the scent of aroused females. His cock stirred inside his shorts.

Molly continued with her instructions to Lucy. “Get on your hands and knees, with your butt towards Spike. Spread your knees a little apart, and look over your shoulder at him. At the same time, reach between your thighs and spread your labia open. Tell him to lick you, giving the proper command.”

Lucy’s hands shook slightly as she got down onto her knees. She looked over her shoulder at Spike while she moved her knees apart and spread open her cunt. The well trained dog’s body was still. He merely rotated his head to look back and forth between the two women, as if communicating, “That’s a lovely display, and she smells delicious – won’t one of you give me a command to do something with her?”

Finally ready for phase one, Lucy spoke, “Spike. Lick.”

The dog promptly got off his haunches and trotted up behind her ass. He sniffed deeply, twice, and then his tongue began lapping her from clit to ass hole. The sounds produced by his tongue were the only sounds in the room at first, other than Molly’s heavy breathing. She was always turned on by canine cunnilingus, even if she wasn’t the recipient.

The recipient, Lucy, soon was groaning, moaning, and tossing her flame red hair from side to side as the glorious sensations from her pussy coursed through her body. “Oh, you magnificent, good, good doggy!” she moaned. “That’s right! Lick your Momma, boy!” She quivered, trying to hold her body in position for that long tongue, which now disappeared from sight as Spike dug it deep inside, avid for her fluids.

Molly leaned close to Lucy’s head and whispered, “If you want to cum from his tongue, go ahead. It’ll lube your pussy really well.”

Lucy nodded her understanding, eyes closed in concentration. Moments later, her head rose, making her lovely tits poke out more. “I’m… already… THERE!” Lucy cried as her body was rocked by an orgasm. She shook and quivered as Spike wolfed down her cum juices, still licking. When Lucy caught her breath, she remembered that he’d continue until commanded otherwise. “Spike. Good boy. Sit,” she gasped.

The dog stopped licking and dropped to his haunches again. Molly was pleased that Lucy had the presence of mind to remember to command him. She watched the woman panting on her hands and knees, her belly going in and out with her gulping breaths, her petite breasts gently swaying under her torso.

It’s good to give yourself a respite, if you need to,” she told Lucy. “For future reference, Spike could go directly from licking to mounting, if you wish. That can be quite a rush – one moment his tongue is in you, and the next, his cock. Catch your breath. When you’re ready, issue the command for him to mount you. Make certain your hand is ready to guide his cock. I’ll kneel close by your hip to watch if you need assistance.” Molly moved into position.

Lucy put her left forearm flat on the floor to brace herself. Facing straight ahead, she placed her right hand next to her pussy, ready to blindly feel for Spike’s cock. She checked that her labia were still well apart from his licking, and spoke, “Spike. Mount.”

The dog sprang up and planted his front paws on Lucy’s back, which depressed slightly as she bore his weight. His cock began thrusting against the back of her thigh as he tried to find her hole. Molly watched as Lucy quickly grasped the thick, pink rod and guided it to her vaginal opening. In a flash, the two were joined.

Spike began hammering his dick into her tight, wet tunnel. Lucy shrieked in surprise. “OMG! That was so sudden!” She now had both her forearms flat on the floor, fingers spread wide, trying to brace her body back against Spike’s heavy thrusts. Molly moved closer to Lucy’s shoulders, in case she needed to help brace the woman.

Spike continued what looked like a furious assault on Lucy’s vagina, but was actually his normal fucking speed. Molly tended toward anthropomorphism when regarding dogs’ expressions. As she looked at Spike’s face, she fancied he was signaling, “Wow! This is a nice, tight cunt my new bitch has! She feels great on my dick! I’m gonna breed her good. She’ll be my bitch from now on, and I’ll fuck her a lot!” Molly smiled as she imagined this, remembering that first time she had dog sex with Ace, the German Shepherd.

Deciding she should check in with Lucy, Molly asked, “How are you doing, Lucy?”

Lucy answered with a long, drawn out howl! Molly was briefly concerned, thinking Lucy might be in pain. Then she realized that the redhead actually was articulating an impressive orgasm that was rocking her to her very core. The fluids puddling on the floor beneath Lucy’s crotch were some of her cum fluids. If Spike was impressed that he’d made his bitch cum, he gave no sign of it. His humping kept its familiar rhythm, his knot beginning to touch Lucy’s labia. Molly heard the regular slapping of the dog’s heavy testicles against Lucy’s flesh. She looked back to where the dog and the woman were joined together.

I’m… fine,” Lucy managed to gasp. “In fact… I’m… fantastic! I’ve never been fucked like this before! In fact, I’m… again,” she groaned. Her head started thrashing and she screamed, “I’m cumming!” Her body shook beneath the dog. Her breathing changed to a pattern of gasping and panting as her cunt juices got Spike’s knot wet. She was bucking and pressing back into his thrusts, her body instinctively wanting even more stimulation.

Spike’s front paws pressed on Lucy’s body, levering his torso forward just enough. Molly’s pupils dilated as she watched Spike’s knot half swallowed by Lucy’s cunt as the dog wedged it home, sealing her opening.

Lucy hyperventilated. “What?… What?… What’s happening?” she gasped.

He’s knotted you, Lucy,” Molly explained. “Keep calm and hold still. Notice he’s stopped humping? His knot is stretching your opening. Everything is fine.” Her eyes were glued to the knot-filled vaginal opening. She’d felt this many times, but had never seen it while it was happening.

It hurts,” Lucy whimpered. “I can’t move.”

It’s OK,” Molly said soothingly. “Your pussy is just stretched, not injured. Take slow deep breaths and try to relax down there. His knot will still inflate a bit more, so that’ll probably feel strange.” Sure enough, Molly watched as the knot enlarged. Then she saw a rippling pulsation.

OMG!” Lucy shrieked. “He’s… omg… he’s cumming, I think!” She groaned, biting her lip. “His dick is spewing and spewing! I feel completely full, but he’s STILL cumming! I think his cum is being forced into my womb!” Suddenly, Lucy’s body writhed in place. “OH FUCK!” she yelled. “I’m cumming! I’m fuckin’ cumming again!” Her sounds became unintelligible as her cum mixed with that of her canine lover, both fluids being shoved under pressure through her cervix into her uterus.

Molly looked critically at Lucy’s vaginal opening. No fluids were escaping. The knot still evinced rippling pulsations. Woman and dog were both panting. Spike’s tongue was lolling and drooling as he tried to cool himself. His spittle rained down on Lucy’s bare back. Lucy’s eyelids were open, but her eyes were somewhat rolled back in their sockets. Spike lapped his saliva off Lucy’s back. Lucy moaned with delight.

Molly looked at Lucy’s lower abdomen, which appeared distended due to the copious influx of semen. Molly glanced over at Bob, who was sitting in a chair with his cock so swollen and stiff that it shoved the front of his shorts upward like a lone tent pole inside a tent. She smiled at him sympathetically.

Lucy’s eyes were returning to normal. “Oh Molly. This is so delicious. No wonder it’s so hard to describe. I feel like I’ve eaten a little too much of a meal of my favorite food. I’m so full it’s a bit uncomfortable, but I don’t regret eating all that I did one bit. I only regret I can’t eat any more. I feel so wonderful!”

Molly watched Spike slowly lower his body until his weight was stretched out along Lucy’s spine. The dog sighed happily, contentedly.

Awww, now my lovely boy is snuggling with me,” Lucy almost purred. “His fur and warm belly feel so good along my back! Good boy, Spike,” she praised. The dog panted and sighed.

Remember not to move now, Lucy. Movement will be painful for you both,” Molly advised. “You’re tied together until his knot deflates. You’ll feel wetness as fluids start weeping out around it as it loosens. Then Spike will pull free. Your dilated pussy opening will probably disgorge a good wave of cum at that moment, so don’t be surprised.”

Lucy nodded, eyes closed now, and a smile on her face, still braced on forearms and knees.

Bob cleared his throat. “Ummm, Molly? Could we do something about this?” he asked, pointing at the tent in his lap.

Molly grinned. “Lucy, is it OK if Bob fucks me while we wait for Spike to untie from you?”

Lucy answered with a voice clouded in a blissful haze. “That’s fine with me. You two go right ahead. Don’t mind us.”

Molly beckoned to Bob. “Come over here and fuck me, Bob. Do me doggy style right next to our mated couple.” She waited, naked on her hands and knees.

Bob whipped off his shirt and shorts. His swollen cock bobbled from side to side as he strode across the room to place himself behind Molly. He found her labia swollen and coated with evidence of her arousal at all she’d witnessed. Bending his cock down, he rubbed it up and down Molly’s furrow, using her slippery cunt juices to lube it. Then he pressed his glans to her opening, and slipped his entire dick into the hot, wet sheath of her cunt. They both sighed with satisfaction at their joining. Lucy opened her eyes to watch.

Bob grabbed Molly’s hips and began pumping himself in and out of her receptive pussy. After a few slow strokes, his fucking intensified. If Spike thought that Bob wasn’t hammering his dick into Molly’s cunt fast enough, he kept that criticism to himself. He seemed more focus on snuggling along Lucy’s back. Lucy, although she was definitely watching Molly’s coupling with Bob, reveled in the warmth and fullness from her canine lover’s body and semen.

Molly was already excited before Bob even entered her. His cock, rooting back and forth inside her felt exquisite. “I’m… almost,” she moaned to Bob. Bob grabbed her ponytail in one hand, and placed his other hand on her shoulder, using both to pull Molly back hard against his plunging dick.

AAAAHHHHHH!” Molly cried, as she climaxed on Bob’s cock. “Oh fuck, yes!” she told the room. “That feels so fucking good!” she informed no one in particular.

Bob himself was close, feeling Molly’s cunt muscles squeezing him as she gave into her orgasmic convulsions. He glanced over at Lucy. At the nude display of her body under the bulldog, especially the side view of her tit. At the smile on her face as she saw him looking at her with appreciation. She looked squarely into Bob’s face as he fucked Molly and… winked sensuously.

Bob lost control, ejaculating so hard into Molly, that he was gritting his teeth together as his seed spurted. His mind was whirling with witnessing dog sex, combined with erotic redheads, and the feel of Molly’s cunt gripping his twitching cock. He groaned and pumped.

Molly felt his eruption, and experienced an echo of her earlier climax. Either that, or a lovely post-orgasmic aftershock. She shuddered under Bob. Ironically, they were still locked in their intimate embrace when Spike pulled free from Lucy with a scrabbling sound of his feet and a squelching popping sound from her cunt. A glob of dog semen plopped onto the floor under Lucy. Lucy kept her head and shoulders low, and her ass up high, trying not to drip any more than that.

Bob pulled free from Molly’s cunt with a softer, liquid-like suction sound, and went over to drop down into his chair, grinning with satisfaction.

Molly looked at her friend kneeling next to her. “Can I suck some of Spike’s semen out of your cunt, Lucy? It looks like he gave you plenty.”

Lucy grinned back at her, eyes twinkling. “Yes, on two conditions,” she answered. “First, I want to suck some of Bob’s semen out of your cunt. And second, I want you to feed some of Spike’s semen to me after that, for comparison.”

Deal,” Molly giggled. “Roll onto your back. If you got on top, I might drown.” Both of them laughed. Bob looked on with interest, but Spike, having licked his cock clean, looked like he might be snoozing.

Molly climbed atop Lucy in the 69 position, and Lucy placed her lips against Molly’s labia, sucked briefly, and began drinking Bob’s semen, mixed with Molly’s cum, as it started to flow. Molly began sucking at Lucy’s cunt, easily getting mouthful after mouthful of Spike’s semen to emerge. Molly feasted on the sweetish fluid, blended with the redhead’s cum juices as a wonderful flavor enhancement.

After several minutes, Molly sucked up a healthy mouthful of dog semen, and reluctantly lifted her cunt up away from Lucy’s mouth. Swiveling, cheeks bulging, she positioned her lips directly above Lucy’s. Lucy understood and opened her mouth wide. From across the room, Bob could see Molly open her lips carefully, drizzling a steady stream into Lucy’s opened mouth. When the stream became a mere trickle, Molly shut her mouth, sat up and swallowed what remained.

Lucy also sat up, petite tits wobbling enough to grab the attention of both Molly and Bob, for a brief moment. Then their attention focused on Lucy’s face as she swished the dog cum across her taste buds. Her throat rippled several times as she swallowed, emptying her mouth. With a smile at Molly, she stated, “Dog semen definitely tastes better.” She swiveled her head to look at Bob. “No offense meant, Bob.”

None taken, Lucy,” he replied with a tender smile. He was elated, both from the current visual display, and from draining his balls into Molly.

Molly handed Lucy a towel, so she could wipe off. She also handed her a highly absorbent feminine pad, which Lucy inserted inside the panties she pulled from her purse. “You’ll probably leak a lot on your drive home,” she told Lucy, who was now donning her sun dress again. Molly undid Spike’s booties while Lucy made herself presentable to the outside world. The booties went into Lucy’s purse.

Lucy looked at herself in a nearby mirror. “Spike. Heel,” she commanded, as Molly walked them to the door. The dog followed obediently, looking up adoringly at his owner who was also his new bitch.

Still naked, Molly decided to walk them out to their car, grateful for the fresh air and sunshine, and comfortable with the seclusion afforded by the house’s location. Once Spike was in Lucy’s car, Molly gave him lots of hugs, pats, praises, and kisses goodbye.

Turning to Lucy she gave her a spare set of booties for Spike. Hugging the woman warmly, she whispered, “I’ll miss both of you, you know.”

Can Spike and I visit, sometime?” Lucy asked, with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

Leaning back in their embrace to catch Lucy’s expression, Molly brought their faces together, and gave her a long, sweet kiss, and replied, “I’ll look forward to it. Please make it soon.”


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

I stood in our bedroom, studying my image in the full length mirror.

The woman staring back at me had her dark brown hair swept up into an elegant chignon, which left her neck bare. The lovely diamond earrings dangling from her lobes caught the light and sparkled. Her makeup was impeccable, with her cheek and eye treatments giving her a regal, almost haughty appearance. Her crimson lip gloss immediately drew the onlooker’s eye to her sensuous mouth.

Pleased with what I saw from the neck up, I now considered the garment I was wearing. This was a corset, with vertical strips of alternating colors of leather: red and gold. They were neither thick, nor thin, a pleasing arrangement that invited the eye to scan up and down. The tough leather panels concealed the underlying whalebone rods that gave the shape to the garment.

My waist was not overly constricted, allowing me to breathe and move easily. Flaring open, the top and bottom of the corset were cut carefully to reveal my body. The top in front was cut lower, so that my breasts appeared to be on display on a leather shelf. But the leather top in the rear was slightly higher, covering some of my shoulder blades. The bottom flare hugged the top of my hips, leaving all my buttocks in view to my rear, while in front, my mound downward was fully exposed. Quite an erotic, fetching garment, indeed.

But I wanted my spouse’s approval. Turning to him, I said, “Darling, will this corset be acceptable, do you think?”

Unlike some automatic answer that another spouse might give, he walked over to me, and ran a critical eye over it. He looked at it from several angles, and even had me take several slow, deep breaths, watching how my breasts moved before saying, “It looks perfect, dear. What will you wear with it, do you think?”

I pulled a dark purple, almost black, gown from my wardrobe. “This gown, I think,” I told him. I stepped into it and turned my back so he could zip it up. Turning once again to face him, I continued, “As you see, it’s strapless, with the neckline running just above the corset. If that simple rear zipper is lowered, it will fall away dramatically, pooling at my feet, leaving me standing, clad only in the corset.

Wordlessly, he grinned his approval, and kissed my lips with passion, tempered with enough restraint to avoid smearing my lip gloss, for which I was grateful.

Retrieving the Jimmy Choo shoes whose color matched my gown, I slipped my feet into their open toed design, and secured the straps around my ankles. Their 4 inch heels added to my feeling of elegance. After one last look in the mirror, I told my husband, “I will just make certain that everything is ready for our guests,” even though I knew our servants could be relied upon. They knew this dinner party was to be a very ‘special’ one.

Descending our grand staircase, I entered the dining room to check the arrangements. The crystal chandeliers glowed cheerfully overhead. The table cloths were immaculately white. I noted the room was set up as we’d directed. The tables where the guests would eat were set up parallel to one long wall of the room. Normally, chairs would be set on both sides of these tables – but not tonight. Tonight, chairs were only set on the side toward the wall, so the guests would sit facing the other long side of the room. Currently, that side of the room had a single, large, very sturdy table.

The table in question also had a brilliant white tablecloth, currently covered with the ingredients for the guests’ drinks and scrumptious-looking hors d’oeuvres, with small plates, and napkins. Since the guests were due shortly, I gave the final instructions to the server and the barman who were in charge of this station.

Forty-five minutes later, the room contained our guests, all in semi-formal attire, chatting, drinking, and sampling the hors d’oeuvres. My spouse and I circulated, greeting the guests, making certain they had proper introductions to one another when necessary, and ascertaining that their needs were being met by the servants. Soft music filled the air. Laughter and merriment was all around us. The party was off to a splendid beginning.

After sufficient time had passed, a servant struck a small gong, and as the guests quieted, my spouse announced, “Please take your seats, indicated by the name cards at each place.” As they did so, the servants efficiently cleared away the few remaining hors d’oeuvres and the bar materials from the single sturdy table. Even its tablecloth was removed, leaving its gleaming wooden surface bare. A small series of steps was placed at one end of the table, to allow easy access to its top. My spouse gave me his hand, said, “Come, my dear,” and escorted me up the steps and onto the top of the table. The room had grown so quiet, I could hear the material of my gown swishing with each of my steps.

My heart was beating hard and fast in my chest from my excitement as I stood at the center of the table, gazing the short distance across the room to our seated guests. I could tell all eyes were upon me as my spouse stepped behind me, and gently took hold of my zipper. The ‘zzzzz’ sound of it slowly being lowered seemed loud in the hushed room.

As planned, when it was fully unzipped, the gown cascaded down my body, and pooled atop the table around my feet. Murmurs of appreciation rippled through the crowd as they drank in the sight of my tits, proudly poking out over the top of the corset. Smiling, I widened my stance and tilted my pelvis backward slightly, making sure that my guests all had a proper look at my genitals. After stepping free of the gown, with my spouse’s assistance, I raised my arms so my hands were about shoulder height and executed a slow turn in place, alternately shifting my hips from one leg to the other as I turned. Everyone got an intimate look at my backside, as well as my front.

Naked, except for the corset and my heels, I let my serene gaze travel across each and every one of my guests. I was primarily conveying to them that I was perfectly comfortable with letting them see my body on display like this, for their enjoyment. Not only happy to be displayed, but also happy to let them observe what was going to happen this evening – they had all been advised in advance. “I am thrilled you could all join us here for this event,” I informed them, with a smile. And I was, since by their very presence, my spouse and I had a tacit understanding with them that they wouldn’t disapprove of my performance.

Some were staring boldly, others were a bit shy about making eye contact with me. Several licked their lips, subconsciously ‘tasting’ what was about to occur. A few of the men had placed their arms behind the neck of a female companion, ‘accidentally’ letting their hand settle on the woman’s breast, I noticed. And here and there, a woman’s hand seemed to have found its way into her partner’s lap. Kindred spirits, indeed.

My spouse climbed off the stage, and stood by the steps. This was the signal for a servant to enter, leading a large dog on a leash. This canine was a magnificent specimen, trotting proudly, head held high, nails clacking subtly on the floor as he walked. He was of mixed pedigree, short-haired, with a shining coat midway in color between brown and fawn. His brown eyes glowed in the light from the chandeliers. He ignored the dinner guests, for the most part, and focused on my spouse, to whom he was being led.

The servant handed the leash to my spouse, and departed. Ceremoniously, my husband led the dog up the steps and toward me. I did a quarter turn, to partially face the approaching dog, but to still allow my front to be seen by most of the room. My spouse halted the dog with his muzzle about four inches in front of my pussy, and unleashed him, whispering a quiet word of encouragement.

As the dog moved closer and began lapping my labia with his warm, wet tongue, my husband left the stage to stand near its steps. I was the focus of the crowd’s attention, and I reveled in it. The dog’s tongue made subtle slurping sounds as it sampled my cunt juices. Standing with my hands on my hips, and my thighs spread open, I again surveyed our guests, smiling my enjoyment of the dog’s attentions. Many now had wide eyes, with dilated pupils. Apparently they’d never seen a dog perform like this in person, especially without the recipient of the tongue pushing the dog’s snout away, saying something like, “No! Bad dog!” The murmurs again started circulating around the room.

I was keeping an eye on my husband, waiting for his signal. “Now, my dear,” he commanded.

I petted the dog’s head, cooing “Good dog. Good boy,” whereupon he stopped licking and looked up at me. I knelt and kissed his nose in appreciation. He was perfectly positioned, standing sideways to the tables where the guests sat, so I commanded, “Stay,” and settled onto my left side, behind him in relation to the tables.

In my new position, I raised my right thigh into the air, planting my foot on the stage behind my other knee. This deliberately gave those guests that may have had a difficult time seeing my pussy while it was being licked a better view of it. This also gave the dog a view of the cunt he had just dined upon, and I imagined his keen sense of smell was enjoying my scent, wafting from my spread thighs.

My head was about level with his cock, whose pink pointed tip was poking a tiny bit from its furry sheath. Stroking the furry sheath carefully, I began teasing the cock to emerge even further. I kept my movements such that everyone could easily see his pink/white rod slowly unsheathing. Keen eyed observers may have been able to discern the rich network of bright red capillaries covering its surface. When enough of the cock had emerged, I began stroking its wet, slippery length with my fingertips.

My canine companion whined in an obliging manner the first time he felt my fingers touch his actual member. After a few minutes of stroking him, I perceived a fine mist starting to spray from the tiny hole in the pointed tip of his cock – the beginnings of his precum emissions. I lost sight of our guests as my vision filled with a closeup of the dog’s cock and underbelly as I moved my head under him, turning slightly to take his cock into my mouth. I could not see the people watching, but I heard their collective gasps.

The dog whined a bit more as I suckled his cock, tasting his salty precum. My lips curled into a smile as I heard the comments building in my audience. I was pleased that I had their rapt attention.

My spouse was watching carefully for the moment the dog started moving his hips, beginning to hump my mouth. We both knew the dog was fully aroused and ready, but I waited for my spouse’s command. Still sucking the dog, I heard the quiet tread of my husband’s shoes nearing us, and heard him say, “He’s ready, my dear.” Then he commanded me, “Get into position.” All this was spoken loudly enough for all to hear.

I, too, was ready. Sucking the dog’s cock, and tasting him, his animal musk heavy in my nostrils, had caused my body to react. My cunt lips were now swollen and open, my vaginal tunnel peeking out between them. My thigh was wet with the secretions from my sex, and I wanted desperately for the dog’s cock to slide into those secretions.

Turning onto my hands and knees, keeping my thighs vertical so my ass stayed high in the air, I lowered my shoulders so that my collarbone rested on the table top. I placed my cheek onto the wooden surface, watching our guests, so they’d be able to see my face. I kept my hands on the floor out to either side at the level of my shoulders, so the guests would have an unobstructed view. My naked ass was raised up as an offering to the beast.

The dog needed no encouragement to lunge up and place his paws on my back. The tough leather and whalebone of the corset protected my skin from his claws as he sought purchase with his paws. With a practiced hand, my husband quickly guided the tip of the dog’s cock to my cunt entrance, and then stepped away.

Feeling his cock touch the cunt of a receptive bitch in heat, the dog acted instinctively, thrusting his cock deeply with the very first stroke. I couldn’t stop a grunt from exploding from my lungs as I felt him suddenly fill me. Several women gasped aloud. He barely pulled back before ramming his cock again, hard and deep. I cried out from this impact. There was a sound similar to a roar from the guests as they witnessed this. My pose was one of absolute submission and acceptance, as the dog growled happily, feeling my cunt wrap itself around his cock. My mouth formed into an ‘O’ as I felt his fur caressing my bare ass.

He began humping with animalistic frenzy, his goal being to force not only all of his cock into my pussy, but also to force the huge expansion at the base of his cock – his knot – firmly into my cunt entrance, sealing it. His pounding threatened to drive me forward across the table. Pressing harder with my hands, I pushed back into the beast that had mounted me, my excitement growing as he used my cunt. I kept eye contact with my guests, fascinated by their various looks of horror, shock, admiration, pleasure, and even… envy. Being fucked like this, with people watching, intensified my excitement immensely. His knot hammered at my vaginal ring, demanding entrance. I shrieked loudly, my ass quivering against my canine lover, as this contact triggered my first orgasm, which now possessed my body. I reveled in the passion transmitted into my convulsing tunnel by the dog’s frenetic thrusting.

As my eyes came back into focus, I looked at our guests. Every woman I saw had pupils dilated with shock or lust. Several were slack jawed. One even had a tiny amount of drool at the corner of her mouth, apparently unaware of it. The men’s eyes too were wide, drinking in this obscene display. In their eyes, I saw nothing but lust and desire. Perhaps they wish they were fucking me as intensely as the beast.

The dog would not be denied claiming me, his bitch, who cunt was rippling rhythmically on his cock. Dragging me back towards him with his mighty paws, the dog gave an extra hard thrust, pressing his knot at my cunt entrance. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed that entrance, voluntarily permitting that grossly swollen cock base to stretch me open, and lodge itself into place. My facial expressions showed surprise, momentary pain, and then deep pleasure as he tied himself to me, and stopped humping and began a long, low, howling sound.

This was the magic moment.

Twitching inside my cunt, his cock tip softened slightly, and then began spewing prodigious amounts of his semen. The hot stream quickly filled my vaginal passage, with his knot preventing it from leaking out. More was ejected from his pulsating organ, so it had only one direction it could go – my womb! I could feel his warm seed entering, flooding, actually pressing against my uterine walls, the pressure inflating that intimate chamber. The heady sensation overwhelmed me, and I screamed as I peaked with a second, mind-blowing orgasm! At that moment, I was quite unaware of anything else – just the shuddering bliss of that release.

Later, my husband told me that when the dog stopped humping, he had said to the watching guests, “The dog stops humping when his knot becomes firmly lodged. Any further movements on his part would be painful to them both. This is also the moment that he cums. What you are witnessing now is his ejaculation of semen into her womb. His sperm now swim within her.”

He told me, with a smile, that he said this quite calmly, in a matter-of-fact tone, but the reactions of our guests were anything but calm. He heard statements such as “OMG!”, “Look at that!”, “I can’t believe it!”, “That’s amazing!”, “OMG! She’s cumming too!”, and the like. There was a minor uproar at that moment, to which I was completely oblivious. Other than my own body quivering in orgasmic shock, and the dog’s cock spewing into me, I was only aware that my canine lover was stretching his body atop me now. I could feel the warmth of his underbelly even through my corset. His muzzle, near my nape now, expelled sensuously warm breath on my skin. Drops of his drool struck the back of my neck, and he began licking them up as he panted. His hot tongue lapping at the back of my neck was so erotic that it gave me either a small but lovely third orgasm, or just prolonged my second one.

As my awareness of the room returned, my eyes opened and refocused. Some of our guests had shoved their chairs back and stood for a better look. With a smidgen of weariness, I smiled graciously at them, composed myself, and called out, “The dog and I will remain knotted for some small period of time. Please feel free to come closer and examine us, if you wish.”

As far as I could tell, virtually every one of our guests came forth during the ten or twelve minutes the dog and I stayed tied together. From their remarks, I gathered that the base of the dog’s knot was quite visible at my cunt entrance. One woman gasped, “It’s huge!” Two of the women, after asking my husband if it was OK, had the temerity to gently touch the exposed part of the knot, remarking on its heat. Someone’s fingers softly stroked my labia during the examination. A few of the men seemed more interested in a closer look at my breasts, spilling out of the top of my corset. Ever the proper hostess, I raised my shoulders slightly to accommodate their viewing pleasure.

During this part of the proceedings, a servant had unobtrusively brought a crystal fluted glass to the stage. Climbing the steps, he then placed himself on his belly so he could hold the glass under the point where I was joined to the dog, and wait. As the dog’s knot gradually deflated, his semen began leaking from me. My husband quickly took charge, helping the dog dismount me without stepping on the servant, or the glass. As he took the dog aside, he commented, “If you would, could one or two of you help spread my wife’s cunt open, so we can catch as much semen as possible?” In moments, eager hands grasped my ass and labia, pulling sideways.

Raising my shoulders higher off the table top, I lowered my head and looked down under my torso to where the glass was held. I watched as glob after glob of dog semen drizzled into it, aided by careful muscular contractions of my internal muscles. The semen in my vagina was easily discharged, but that in my womb would take hours to slowly seep out of the tiny opening in my cervix, I knew. Everyone seemed to be behind me at this point, some up on the table, all murmuring as they watched this process.

Glass about two-thirds filled, it was removed from beneath me, and my spouse gave me a hand to assist me in rising gracefully. The servant passed me the glass, and withdrew. I faced our guests and announced, “I know you are curious about all that has occurred. I want you all to feel free to ask me anything. And please don’t hesitate to examine and touch my body. Your enjoyment and complete satisfaction is our goal for the evening.”

These statements were met with smiles and polite applause. At first, our guests were perhaps a little shy about taking me up on my offers. No one appeared to be willing to be first. I took a sip of dog semen from the glass I was holding, and heard several spontaneous gasps. Both men and women were incredulous, seeing me do so. One woman finally choked out a question, “W… w… what does that taste like?”

It’s quite wonderful,” I answered honestly. “I love my husband’s semen, of course,” I continued, pausing to give him a loving smile and a wink, “but a dog’s semen has a slightly sweeter taste. It’s quite delectable. If anyone would like a sip from my glass, my lips, or even my cunt, just let me know.”

The woman who had been bold enough to ask, tentatively approached me. “May I taste it from your lips?” she whispered.

I nodded, took a tiny sip, letting some coat my lips, and we kissed. She hesitated, but then let her tongue travel along my lips, accepting the semen. She stepped back, considering for a moment, then her eyes widened and she nodded her agreement, much to the delight of the rest.

Other servants served the dinner appetizers, but formality was relaxed. People sat briefly to eat a few bites, and rose to circulate and talk. I knew the main course would not be served until the heightened curiosity of our guests had abated.

Perfectly composed, I walked among them, wearing only the corset and my heels. I basked in their forthright admiration. The men got bolder first, touching me as I walked past. Whenever I felt a hand on me, I paused to be explored. Again, touching my nether regions seemed to be a barrier for them, unaccustomed as they were to any women freely allowing such familiarity. My breasts were less forbidden, in their minds. Many male hands caressed me there, cupping my tits, lifting them, kneading my tender flesh. Some stroked my areolae and nipples, making me purr. Others pinched and twisted this region, making me gasp with undisguised delight.

The women seemed more interested in my cunt, kneeling and trying to peer at it as they asked things like, “Did that hurt?”, “Could you really feel that dog’s cock spurting as he came?”, and “How did you feel with us watching you as the dog mated with you?” – things uppermost on their mind. None asked me if that was my first time, I realized with a smile.

One woman was almost bug-eyed as she stated, “You mean what was drained into the glass was only a fraction of the load he gave you?”

I answered, “That’s quite true. Most of his semen was forced into my womb by the sheer pressure of the volume of his fluids. It’s quite indescribable, the feeling as that jet of his seed is forced through the tiny opening of my cervix. My uterus is quite bloated at the moment, giving me a sloshing sensation as I move. The overall feeling is… hmmm… it’s as if I just ate a little too much of a wonderful meal. His cum will be leaking from me for hours – a pleasant reminder of that intense fucking session.” I said the last sentence with a rather starry-eyed smile.

To prove my last statement, I asked some of the male guests to assist me in placing myself on my back on a thin mat at the edge of the performance table, with my buttocks near the edge. I raised my legs and held them wide apart, with my hands at the backs of my knees. My sex was on clear display, my vaginal tunnel still quite distended from the girth of the dog’s cock.

One woman swallowed hard upon seeing me thus, and uttered, “Oh my! Will your…” she tried desperately to think of a polite word, “…ummm… area return to normal size anytime soon?” She blushed furiously after asking.

I smiled at her, and winked, replying, “Oh, yes. The dilation will depart, and I will be once again nice and tight down there, as my husband can attest.” He nodded happily, and the guests laughed politely.

Now that I was so available, the men did take advantage of close scrutiny of the area, rivaling the inspections that the women had made as I walked around upright, although the women also joined in. Many cheeks brushed my inside thighs as they brought their faces close. Warm air from their exhalations washed over my pudendum. I heard some sniffing carefully, wanting to know how dog semen smelled. “You are permitted to touch, remember,” I reassured them. I delighted in being the star of the show, so to speak.

A finger touched my labia, then another. A hand cradled one of my ass cheeks. More fingers stroked the edges of my clit. A bold finger slid along my dog-semen-drooling slit before plunging inside me, stirring the doggy goo therein. As more and more hands touched and caressed me, I was in heaven. Some people took over holding my legs for me, allowing me to close my eyes, relax and focus on the sensations. Soon mouths joined in, as I felt lips on my thighs, my knees, my breasts. I wished that my corset would disappear, so those hungry mouths could find my belly also.

Lips tentatively brushed my pussy. When I made no protest, they returned, and pressed harder. I had no idea who it was, man or woman, and I didn’t care. A tongue entered me, prompting an appreciative moan from deep in my throat. Whoever it was, he or she was not adverse to the taste of dog semen, because I felt the suction drawing it from deep inside my cunt. The lips left, only to be replaced by a fresh set. I could tell they were new, even with my eyes closed, because of their difference in temperature. Later, my husband informed me, “Often one of those people sucked a bit of dog cum from you, and shared it with their partner – a very hedonistic display indeed. It got me quite aroused, my love.”

When the main course was served, our guests finally returned to their seats. Servants placed a curved lounge chair on the performance table, positioned so I could recline on it with my open cunt directed toward our guests. I felt not the least bit ashamed to let them continue to look at me. On their faces I saw no hint of censure – only relaxed acceptance. As they ate, a servant kneeling by my side fed me tasty finger foods. I didn’t want to eat much, still having that feeling of fullness that I always have after a good session with a dog.

Formality now completely abandoned, people felt free to interrupt their meal by asking me a question that had just occurred to them. Or to approach where I sat to fondle me again, which earned them a heartfelt thanks – I loved being caressed. A woman shyly whispered into my ear, “Please don’t tell anyone what I’m asking, but… could you arrange for me to have a session with a dog like you just did?”

I merely nodded an answer to her question without verbalizing about the nature of her query. But to cover for her, I stoked her cheek and said aloud, “Thank you, my dear. That was sweet of you to say.” She understood why I replied in such a manner, and since I had nodded, she did call me a few days later to make more detailed arrangements.

The finale of my evening came when one of the women went to my husband, and whispered something to him. As I watched his face carefully, I saw his eyes dilate with delight. I knew I’d better be ready for something naughty, judging from his expression. Tapping a dinner glass with his spoon, he got everyone’s attention. Pointing at the woman, his eyes twinkled, offsetting the solemn tone of voice he used as he announced, “This lovely woman has just confessed to me that she has never before tasted or felt another woman’s pussy, and certainly never attempted to bring one to orgasm. She has just asked permission to attempt this with my wonderful wife, saying she doubts she’ll ever have a better opportunity.”

I looked at her, and instantly wanted her hands and mouth at my cunt. Gesturing with my hand, I indicated my enthusiasm. I myself stood and shifted the lounge chair to an angle, so that all could watch more easily. The woman in question climbed the steps and went to the far side of the lounge chair. I draped my thighs wide apart, and said in a low voice, “Just the thought of your hands and mouth on me excites me. You’ll have no trouble making me cum. Trust me.”

Slightly reassured, the woman placed her trembling hands on my labia, and opened me. The way her hands shook was quite endearing. I whispered, but the whisper carried to the hushed onlookers, “Feel how puffy my pussy lips are. Touch my clit, please. Squeeze it gently and feel how it’s throbbing for you.”

She did as I asked. Her gentle caresses all over my intimate area set my heart accelerating. My breasts began heaving as I sucked air to keep pace with my now rushing blood. My cunt heated and reddened as more blood flooded it. Her face was close, watching my pussy change, mesmerized. I whispered again, “Go ahead, dear. Kiss me down there. Please. Please, I need your lips on me!” The last was said with a fervent moan.

She applied her lips, oh so carefully. Then with growing firmness and confidence. Soon she was kissing, licking, sucking – lost in the moment – her moment. She and I were joined in growing ecstasy. Her hands slid under my bare buttocks. She sank those hands into my firm flesh and pulled me hard against her mouth. Her upper lip was pressed against my clit, as her tongue speared my cunt. I felt my cunt muscles involuntarily starting to grip her tongue and knew my orgasm was close. “I’m about to cum,” I groaned in warning, in case she wanted to just finish me off with her fingers.

Instead, she pulled me even more firmly to her mouth, her tongue scooping and flicking inside me. She shifted her upper lip to include my clit in the suction generated by her mouth.

And I lost control.

I came, shrieking with joy, “OMG! You’re magnificent! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” My sounds became unintelligible, but conversely completely understood by everyone present as that woman wrung a fantastic orgasm from my shuddering body. When she finally withdrew her now dripping face from my cunt, a wave of applause from the onlookers washed over us both. As I drew her into an warm embrace, slumped together with her on the lounge chair, huge, happy smiles on both our faces, it flitted through my mind to ask my husband if we could have dinner parties like this at least once a month.

(to be continued) link to part 02

The Hostess – pt. 02

(continued from part 1)

On the arranged date and time, Stephanie showed up at our door.

Stephanie was the woman that had attended our dinner party, and shyly whispered into my ear, “Could you arrange for me to have a session with a dog like you just did?” From our ensuing discussions, she was curious, I knew, but also fearful. The fear of the unknown is a strong emotion. We finally decided she could bring along a friend for moral support, and more. I say ‘and more’ because the friend was also going to have a session – they wanted to experience this new thing together.

This is Helen,” Stephanie said, by way of introduction, as she indicated her friend. “Helen, this is our Hostess,” she continued, gesturing toward me. As I had informed Stephanie, I prefer the title ‘Hostess’ rather than being called by my real name.

Very nice to meet you, Hostess,” Helen said with a somewhat strained smile. I could not blame her for that, since she had not been present at our dinner party, and had not seen how serene a woman can be when mounted by a dog.

I’m glad to meet you, as well, Helen. It’s wonderful that you’re joining your friend on this adventure. I think you’ll both find great enjoyment here. Come and have a seat.”

I led them to the sitting room, where we all settled on comfortable chairs, in an intimate grouping. “Did Stephanie explain the rules I have about training?” I inquired.

Helen blushed in a most fetching manner. “Yes, Hostess. I believe she covered them all.”

Let’s reiterate them, to be certain,” I requested, looking first at Helen.

Her flushed deepened. “We must be nude during the training, and your husband and the servants may observe what’s happening.”

Excellent. Do either of you have a problem with that?” I asked.

They both shook their heads, and Stephanie explained, “We’ve seen each other naked often, and other people have seen us that way, too. Your husband was impeccably polite, and you must trust your servants implicitly, we’re sure.”

Yes, I do,” I assured her. “And the other main rule?” I asked.

We must obey you promptly, and not be afraid to handle the dog’s penis, use our mouths on it, or be mounted by him,” Stephanie replied, with an edge of excitement in her voice. I had high hopes for this one, given her boldness in asking me for this experience in the first place. I hoped her friend shared that boldness and enthusiasm.

What repayment do I require of you for this training?” I asked, looking from one to the other.

Stephanie answered, “You and your husband may use us sexually during our training, if you wish. In addition, if you deem us worthy, we’ll be called upon to put on a performance at a dinner party similar to the one I attended. As a special treat, the clothes we’ll be wearing will be auctioned off to the highest bidder, and the proceeds go to you.”

As I nodded my agreement to what she’d said, Stephanie asked, “Will those be our own clothes, Hostess?”

Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear. No. I’ll supply the garments. To make them special, though, the day before the party, you’ll come here, and get fucked by the dogs. Then you’ll wear the clothes throughout the remainder of the day. That evening you’ll not shower or bathe, so that the scent of the dogs will remain on you.” Since this concept shocked them a bit, I saw their pupils dilate.

The next evening, for the dinner party, you’ll don the clothes again for the auction. They’ll probably have dog semen stains on them, which will drive the bidding quite high, I’m sure,” I continued with a smile. “After your clothes are removed for the auction,you’ll be mounted by the dogs, while the party guests watch. Afterward, the guests will be invited to inspect you, both visually and by touch. Is all this understood and acceptable?”

Helen swallowed a tiny bit nervously, and asked, “The guests might touch us?”

My dear, I can almost guarantee they will,” I responded. “People are infinitely curious about these things, I have found. I expect you to exude charm, confidence, and control during these proceedings. My guests are never boorish – such people are never invited. Both my husband and I will see to your comfort and safety.”

I turned to Stephanie. “Remember that woman that asked if she might eat my cunt and make me cum?”

Stephanie smiled brightly. “I sure do. After I saw that, I wished that I’d been the woman to ask to do that to you.” She paused, then continued, “I also wished that I’d been in your place, the woman eating my cunt, and making me cum, while the people watched.” She too flushed a delicate pink, revealing these desires.

You may get such a chance, if some guest requests it. If a man at that dinner party had asked to fuck me, I would have granted his request graciously, as well. We want our guests to have a wonderful time, and I love sex, as you may have guessed.” I almost whispered the last part of my message conspiratorially, which made the two women giggle.

In summary, you’d be expected to take on the dogs, certainly, and perhaps even a male or female guest, while others watch. Does any of this concern you in any way?” I asked, making eye contact with each of them.

They looked at each other, ascertaining if either of them felt this was too much. Perhaps wanting to make certain that their friend would still respect them if they agreed to all this. I saw each of them nod slowly, and Helen spoke for them both, “We’re not concerned at all, it seems. Stephanie has experienced such a party, and if she’s OK with what happens, I am too.” Her nervousness appeared to have dissipated, given the straightforward discussion. If we’d used euphemisms, or spoken in a hazy manner, Helen might have gotten more nervous. I just wanted her to clearly know what she was agreeing to do.

I stood up. “Let’s begin. Disrobe, please,” I instructed them. I watched as they stood up, stepped free from their shoes, and unbuttoned and unzipped, their garments falling away. Soon they stood naked before me. I was pleased to see how proud of their appearance they seemed to be. They made no move to conceal their breasts or pussies.

I do have a question, Hostess,” Stephanie said.

Yes, dear? What is it?” I asked her.

She gestured at her mound and labia, drawing my attention to her pubic hair. I looked at her closely cropped blaze of red fur there. My eyes swung to her friend’s similarly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair.

Do we have to shave these smooth?” she inquired.

Whether you do or not is completely up to you, ladies,” I responded. “If it were a tangled thatch, the dogs might have difficulty finding the right opening. I doubt you’d like the sensation of a dog’s cock pounding your asshole.” I smiled. “If you keep the hairs that short, you, I, or my husband can easily hold you open and guide the penis where it belongs. Personally, I think I like the colors you have down there better than smooth pink skin.

Both women smiled shyly at having their pubic hairs complimented so frankly. “If you have any more questions, please feel free to ask them at any time. Let’s go into the training room. Please follow me.”

The two women padded nakedly behind me as I lead them into the area where we would work. My husband was already there, having placed the chairs about ten feet apart near the room’s center. “You already know Stephanie, dear, and this is her friend Helen,” I informed him.

Greetings, both of you,” he said, warmly. “Please have a seat.”

The women chose their chairs and sat down. “These chairs have an unusual design,” Stephanie remarked. Indeed they did, with seats in a U-shape, with the open edge facing forward. In the back of each seat were two holes surrounded by thick rubber gaskets.

Yes, an idea of my husband’s,” I explained. He bowed with a smile, acknowledging my statement as I went to a side table and returned with two pairs of handcuffs.

What are those for?” Helen asked, with more curiosity than fear.

To help secure you both in position,” I explained. “You see, our dogs are highly trained, but you are not. Unless we can stabilize your bodies, you might do something inadvertently that would confuse the dogs, and set back their training. I assure you, if you wish to leave now, or be uncuffed later, you merely have to say so. No one is holding you here against your will. If you wish to continue, slide your hands and arms back into those holes at the back of your seat.

Without much evidence of hesitation, both nude women stuck their hands through the openings. I secured Helen’s wrists, while my husband did the same to Stephanie’s. The cuffs were then tied to an eye hook. Stepping in front of the women, I said, “Try to lunge forward, please.”

Each tried to throw her body forward. All that happened was their shoulders came a short distance forward, and their breasts swung and bobbed in a delightful way. “Wonderful,” I commented. “Are you both comfortable?”

Surprisingly, yes, Hostess,” Stephanie said, smiling. Helen nodded her agreement.

Now for your legs,” I continued, handing my husband one set of ropes, while keeping a set for myself. The naked trainees watched, wide-eyed, as my spouse and I tied their legs, from their knees to their ankles, to the front side legs of the chairs. “Can you close your knees together at all?” I inquired.

From their expressions, it was obvious that neither woman could move her legs one bit. “Perfect,” I commented. Turning to my husband, I said, “I think we better get their pussies nice and wet for the dogs.” He needed no further encouragement. His hands went to Stephanie’s thighs and began stroking her warm flesh. My hands did the same to Helen. Working in unison, he and I opened the labia of our respective trainees, and massaged those pussy lips gently.

Soon the women were moaning softly, as they began oozing fluids from their cunts. The floor beneath the front of their chairs darkened from their drips, since the cutout part of the seats left their cunts suspended in the air there. Their swollen pussy lips were parted, revealing the intimate recesses between them. “I believe they are ready, darling,” I told my husband.

He signaled, and another door opened. A servant entered with two dogs on leashes. My husband walked over and took the leash of the Rottweiler, while I went and took that of the Akita. Since I am more talkative, I performed the introductions.

Indicating the Rottweiler, I said, “This lovely Rottweiler is called Benny. He is the alpha male of these two.” Hearing his name, Benny turned his intelligent eyes toward me briefly, then went back to eyeing the women in the chairs. He was already sniffing loudly, and slowly wagging his undocked tail. Pointing to the Akita, whose soft gray and white fur, and eyes as black as night always thrilled me when I saw him, I continued, “This Akita is called Sky.” Sky pranced a bit, showing his eagerness, his tail curled up above his back waving like a flag.

The alpha male always gets first pick,” I explained. My husband unleashed Benny, who promptly trotted over to Helen and sniffed her crotch, pressing his cold wet nose against that exposed, sensitive area of her body. She emitted a muted shriek of surprise, but could not move a muscle.

Now you may understand why you are restrained, Helen,” I chortled gently.

Benny trotted to Stephanie, and practically shoved his nose into her pussy as he snorted. Taking his time making his choice, Benny returned to Helen, and this time his long, supple tongue lapped her from her asshole to her mound. Helen stared down at him, transfixed. Abandoning her, Benny returned to Stephanie, and began lapping her cunt.

We waited, watching, but Benny showed no signs of leaving Stephanie’s crotch. His lapping was focused on her now, as her face contorted into expressions of shock, surprise, astonishment, and even wonder. Her breathing accelerated, her chest heaving up and down with her deepening breaths.

Seeing that Benny was now fully occupied, I released Sky with a loving pat on his head. He knew that Helen was his, and wasted not a moment in romping over to her and burying his face in her crotch. My husband and I strolled nearer to watch our beloved dogs in action. The sounds of the dogs’ tongues working was loud in the room.

Cords from tightened muscles were playing under the skin of the women’s necks. I could tell they were holding back any vocalizations, perhaps fearing that they might startle the dogs. “It’s OK to speak, groan, scream, or whatever you wish, my dears,” I told them. “The dogs are used to females crying out as they experience what I like to call canine cunnilingus.”

Helen had her eyes closed, but she groaned, “OMG! This is fantastic!” Sky’s tongue was flashing in and out of her cunt at that point.

Stephanie had her eyes opened, but they seemed to be out of focus. “Oh shit!” she cried. “I’ve had men eat my pussy before, but it’s never been this intense! It’s… I’m gonna…” She stopped speaking as she took a deep breath, and screamed. We could tell she was cumming, because even though her legs were tied open, we could see her toes curling under, and her tits were shaking. Benny lapped wetly as her cum coated his tongue.

After a couple of minutes, Stephanie’s body relaxed. “I just came,” she informed us almost shyly, blushing. She looked over at her friend, Helen. “How are you doing?” she 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 on the women’s surfaces, like their clits, or pee holes, or ass holes. Other times their tongues disappeared deeply into the women’s cunt tunnels. I knew that deep down in those tunnels, the tips of those tongues were flicking and curling, creating exquisite sensations that no human tongue or penis could duplicate.

We let the women each have three orgasms before commanding the dogs to come away and sit. Ever obedient, Benny and Sky came to us and sat, licking their chops and panting happily. The women were also panting heavily, with their smiles of contentment, and their hair plastered to their heads with their sweat. Red pubic hairs and blonde pubic hairs were matted on their labia with a mixture of cum and dog saliva. Their cunt openings dilated and contracted as they experienced orgasmic aftershocks.

They were lovely.

My spouse and I untied and uncuffed them, but even fully freed, they just sat as they were, probably mentally processing what had just occurred. We gave them time to recover. Benny and Sky sat on their haunches like good boys. I looked down the length of their bellies. 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. My own pussy twitched, imagining their seed launching from those balls and filling me. But these loads were for our trainees, who gave signs of recovering now.

Come here to your dogs, ladies,” I called to them. They got up, stretched, and padded over bare footed on wobbly legs.

Kneel in front of your dog, and pet his head, praising him,” I instructed. The women did so, giggling when the dogs reacted by licking them on their lips with doggy kisses.

Excellent. Now gently touch the dog’s cock. Use just the tip of your index finger, to get used to the texture,” I said. I watched as the kneeling women did what I told them to do. Two lovely naked young women, kneeling humbly before those two noble looking dogs. Their hands trembling as they reached out to make contact with this forbidden portion of the dogs’ anatomy. Watching the apprehension on their faces change into pleasure as they stroked the warm, pulsating cocks.

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,” I informed them. Looking at one another for reassurance, Stephanie and Helen began a slow, rhythmic manipulation of the now turgid genitals. Their faces were close to the dogs’ cocks, and I knew they were inhaling the musky scents. There is something about that scent that is an absolute turn on for me, and I hoped it was working its magic on the women.

As their tails started thumping on the floor, the dogs made whining sounds and their cocks began emitting tiny streams of fluid, almost fine as a vapor. Stephanie exclaimed, “Oh!” but she continued pumping.

That’s right, Stephanie. You’re doing fine. Benny is starting to give you some of his precum.” I told her. “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.”

Their giggles started at once, and within minutes their tits were glistening with precum. “You like that?” I asked. Both women nodded, still carefully pumping the dogs’ cocks. “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 Stephanie obeying, so she shrugged and complied. I let them both sample the fluid for a while before asking, “Not too bad, is it?”

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, so I gathered she felt that once the taboo act had been done, doing it more was no longer an issue.

There sure is a lot of it,” Stephanie remarked, smiling at me. “Is this normal?” she asked, again opening her mouth to accept more of the spray as she awaited my answer.

Very normal. They seem to be able to generate quite a bit of it,” I agreed. My 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.” They seemed almost reluctant to let go of those cocks, I noticed.

The dogs were familiar with what was going to happen next. As I snapped my fingers, they eagerly ran up the training ramps and stood patiently over the holes in the sturdy shelves to which the ramps led. We took the women over to the adjustable stools that were placed beneath those holes.

Have a seat while my husband and I adjust the stools to the proper height,” I told our trainees. Their expressions of shy naughtiness indicated they had quickly understood our plans. As they sat on the stools, their heads rose up out of the holes, ending up under the dogs’ bellies. Tilting their heads only slightly, they felt the soft underfur caress their foreheads.

You want us to suck their cocks, right?” Stephanie asked with a sound of amusement in her voice.

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.” The women, with only minimal hesitation, had already opened their lips and sucked the pointed tip of the cock inward. “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 I said this last statement, Stephanie swiveled her head slightly toward me to fix her eye on my face as she arched her eyebrow inquiringly, but she kept Benny’s cock in her 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.”

Stephanie nodded her understanding, and turned her head back in line with Benny’s body. Her hand pumped the dog’s cock with a gradually increasing speed as she suckled. 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. I imagined that both women were using their tongues to good advantage, as well. Their throats showed them swallowing copious amounts of precum.

Soon the dogs were not only wagging their tails – they were panting, tongues lolling, drooling, whining happily. Sky began humping his hips, fucking Helen’s mouth. I considered warning her, but I realized that her hands on his torso should be informing her of his movements and impending orgasm. 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, striping the final fluids from within Sky’s cock.

She looked quite pleased with herself as I lowered her stool, and my spouse led Sky to a dog bed to let him lick his privates clean. “That was delicious!” she said, voice filled with amazement. “I thought it would 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 Stephanie gotten hers yet?”

Not yet, but Benny’s close. Let’s watch,” I answered. I put my arm around Helen’s waist, savoring the feel of her smooth warm flesh under my arm and hand. She wrapped her own arms around me, and pulled herself close against me, her head on my shoulder.

Stephanie was sucking hard on Benny’s dick. She was no longer pumping, but she held her thumb and fingers in a ring shaped around the base of Benny’s penis. She didn’t have to pump at all, because Benny was now actively humping, fucking both her hand and mouth.

Go for it, Steph,” Helen whispered encouragingly. “You’ll love the taste, I bet. I did,” she told her friend. She watched, as did my husband and I, as the gorgeous Rottweiler began a rumbling howl, and started cumming. His first massive spurt was so voluminous that Stephanie’s little mouth could not hold it all. Her eyes flew wide open as the cum surged out around the edges of her lips and spilled down onto her chin and chest. A small amount even trickled out of her nostrils!

She started swallowing frantically, trying to keep up with his spurts. Fascinated, we watched her throat muscles rippling and rippling. Other than that first surge, she managed to handle the rest, and, when Benny’s movements stilled, let his cock lip from her mouth. That act was a bit premature, because Benny’s dick jerked once more, causing a splat of semen to strike Stephanie full on her forehead. She shrieked with surprise, and we broke out laughing at the sight.

As my husband led Benny to his dog bed, Helen and I pulled the dismayed Stephanie off of her stool to stand near us. Without needing to consult one another, Helen immediately began licking the dog semen from her chest and chin, while I licked it from her forehead, and very carefully from her eyes and nose. It was a wonderfully intimate moment.

As usual, the smell of fresh dog cum got me, for lack of a better word, edgy and aroused. A feeling of heat spread itself through my pussy. I hoped it had a similar effect on the two trainees.

My husband leashed the two dogs and took them back to the door from which they had entered, handing the leashes to a waiting servant. “We have one more thing to do today, ladies,” I remarked. “Please get down on your hands and knees.” As they did so, my husband made careful measurements, the most important of which was from the floor to their bellies. He nodded his satisfaction with the data.

Wonderful, you may get up and follow me now,” I informed them. I led them back to the sitting room, and sat down with them after they dressed again. Servants presented a light repast and some refreshments. My spouse joined us. As we sat there, eating, drinking, and chatting about everyday topics, everything looked so normal that a visitor arriving then might never have guessed what had just transpired.

You’ve now completed the first phase of the training,” I informed them, smiling, after they indicated they had had enough food and drink. “I want to congratulate you both on performing so well today – I’m proud of you both. You each have the choice of stopping now, or continuing. Phase two consists of actually being mounted by your dog. If you do that phase in a satisfactory manner, you’re committed to attending a dinner party, as we discussed. Do either of you have any qualms about moving onward?”

Stephanie spoke up. “Only one, Hostess. At the dinner party, you wore a stiff leather corset to protect yourself from the dog’s claws. Will we need such garments?”

A very good question,” I replied. “A corset like that isn’t easily obtained, and must be fitted exactly. But never fear, we have another way to make certain your skin will remain unblemished, as you’ll see. Any other questions?”

The two friends looked at each other for a long moment, then turned back to me, and slowly shook their heads.

Very well. But we’ll give you two full days to think this over. If you have questions for me in the meantime, please call me. Otherwise, you may return here in three days for phase two.” After saying this, my husband and I gave them each a warm hug, and escorted them to the door.

Two days passed, uneventfully.

To my delight, both Helen and Stephanie appeared at our door promptly at the time indicated, with bright, eager smiles on their faces. I actually laughed because, as soon as our door closed behind them, they immediately began removing their clothes, unbidden. “I guess you’ve truly been looking forward to this,” I chuckled.

I dreamed about Sky both nights,” Helen stated. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

The scent of Benny was in my hair the first day, and during the second, I thought I could still smell it, even though Helen said I was imagining it,” Stephanie told me. “I kept thinking how thrilling it was that he chose me,” she said, blushing in a most fetching manner.

It’s interesting that you find the dog’s scent such a powerful memory. Scent is very important to me, and my arousal,” I confided.

Since they were both naked now, and practically vibrating in their seats with anticipation, I said, “We’d better adjourn to the training room.” They knew the way.

As we entered, they saw the special padded benches that my wonderful husband had created from the measurements he’d taken. The benches were placed parallel to one another, about six feet apart. The trainees stared for a moment, then moved forward to examine them more closely. “These are for us?” Stephanie asked.

Yes, you’ll be more comfortable like this, I’m sure. The weight of a dog on your back can be surprisingly heavy, if you’re not used to it,” I answered. “Please kneel down, and press the front of your torso comfortably along the bench. Helen, this one is yours, and Stephanie, that one is yours,” I indicated, gesturing.

The trainees settled themselves into position. I worked with Helen, while my husband worked with Stephanie. First we cinched their lower backs down onto the benches with wide leather belts, much to each woman’s surprise.

Making sure we don’t run away?” Stephanie quipped. My husband responded by giving her bare ass a playful swat, which made her squirm and giggle.

Next, we bound their wrists to the front legs of the benches, which brought their outstretched arms forward at about a 45 degree angle, but still allowed them to brace their hands on the floor. Finally, we bound their knees and legs along runners that extended backward from the rear end of the benches. The ultimate result was that each woman was resting on her bench, but still taking a bit of weight on her hands and knees, and their splayed thighs couldn’t be closed.

My husband and I walked around both benches, admiring our work. We were also giving the women time to think about what was going to occur soon, in case they wanted to change their minds.

I remembered my first time. How my brain was thinking something like ‘this is wrong’ but my body’s needs were overriding those thoughts. I was a bit fearful – the fear of the unknown, but I was so super sexually excited that my tummy felt almost itchy. When that dog nudged against me, and began licking me, my mind was yelling, “Oh my god, this is so unreal – I can’t stop him. What if he fucks me?” My hips were making little jerks, my heart was in my mouth, and I felt like I had to pee really bad.

Still reminiscing, I could again feel his paws on my back, his face near mine was so warm, and his fur on my back was so soft. My mind was saying, “No, I don’t want this,” but my body was demanding, “Yes, you do!” His cock began nudging my ass crack, bumping and thrusting, seeking my cunt, and could feel his precum squirting all over my ass. At that moment I wanted him to fuck me so badly that all feelings of it being taboo went clear out of my head. The smell and warmth of his body, the softness of his belly as he humped me, the stick-like feel of his cock had me hooked – I demanded that he fuck me.

I hoped my trainees had similar feelings. Maybe some fluttering in their stomach as they waited for their dogs to appear. Their breathing rate had certainly elevated, obvious by the movements of their ribs. Their hearts had to be beating faster, to keep up with that accelerated flow of air. Were their minds warring with their bodies as the moment approached? Would one or both of them yell, “Stop!” and demand to be released?

Before we bring in your dogs,” I began, “we are going to try a little experiment.” Did I hear a sound of frustration? I smiled. “First, we’re going to check your level of wetness.” My husband and I opened their labia, and checked visually, and followed that by carefully inserting a finger. As I suspected, they were moist, but not wet. Their excitement was being tempered by some uneasiness or uncertainly, which tended to reduce the flow of cunt juices.

Now we produced two cloths, which we set on the bench in front of each woman. “Sniff or inhale the scent on those cloths,” I instructed them. Both women sniffed tentatively at first, but soon we could hear them inhaling deeply. The women turned their heads to look at me, dawning realizations showing on their faces. “Yes,” I confirmed. “That is the scent of your dog. That cloth has been in his bed all night.”

We checked the women’s pussies again. They were now so wet that the juices were forming small puddles on the floor beneath them. Such is the power of scent. My husband smiled at me, and said, “They’re ready.” I nodded my agreement. I knelt by Stephanie, while my spouse knelt next to Helen. We spread their labia wide apart, and held them open as the dogs were brought into the room and released.

Quickly, Benny padded over to Stephanie, while Sky padded over to Helen. They padded over, because their front paws were encased in soft leather booties, to prevent their nails from scratching the women’s skin. The sounds of their tongues going to work were loud in the otherwise quiet room. It was only quiet for a moment though, because the trainees started vocalizing almost immediately, with shrieks and moans of delight.

We no longer needed to hold the labia open – the dogs’ tongues were doing that now. “Everything all right?” I questioned.

He’s licking my ass hole so hard!” Stephanie managed to choke out. I could see her arm muscles straining.

Is that bad?” I asked.

Oh, noooo! It’s fantastic,” she groaned.

I called over to Helen, “And how are you doing?”

She did not answer immediately. Her eyes were closed. Then I noticed the position of Sky’s muzzle, and the tilt of his head. “Ah. I see. His tongue is deep up inside you, isn’t it, Helen?” She nodded vigorously. “Those tongues are so long they can easily swipe right over your cervix,” I remarked. Helen grunted agreement and started shaking. “Are you cumming, Helen?”

She sucked a large quantity of air, then screamed, “Yessss!”

Stephanie looked over at her friend, writhing in orgasm with a dog tongue inserted in her cunt, and that sight triggered her own. Stephanie stiffened briefly, and then began cumming also. Cleverly, Benny stopped lapping at her asshole, and lowered his tongue to lap the cum spurting from her cunt. Of course, this also sent his tongue coursing across Stephanie’s clit, whereupon her eyes flew wide open and she cried out, “Shit!” as her orgasm intensified.

Both dogs had their cocks fully extended and pulsating now, precum spraying and dripping. Sky withdrew his tongue from Helen’s cunt and began bouncing up, putting his front paws on her back. My spouse quickly grasped the dog’s dick, and placed it at Helen’s vaginal entrance.

Feeling the hot, wet dick probing for entrance, Helen called out, “Steph! He’s climbing on me!”

Stephanie swiveled her head, watching as Sky’s hips humped against her friend’s hips. “Is he in?” she asked.

Yes!” Helen gasped. But a moment later, Sky bounced down off her. “No!” Helen called out. “He pulled back out.” She sounded disappointed.

Patience, Helen,” my spouse said. “He’ll try again until he gets it right.” Sure enough, Sky immediately circled once, bounced back up, and, his cock guided again by my spouse’s hand, made a good connection this time. He started fucking Helen firmly, tongue starting to loll with apparent happiness.

I expected Helen to tell Stephanie that Sky had truly mounted her, but Helen was too much caught up in those sensations to worry about communication. I whispered, “Sky has claimed his new bitch,” to Stephanie. “I think Benny is about ready to mount you,” I added. “Are you ready?” Stephanie nodded, her eyes closed. I wondered if that meant she was having second thoughts, so I said, “If you want him to fuck you, dear, you’d better encourage him.” I know he needed no such encouragement, but I was curious as to how Stephanie would react.

She tried to look back over her shoulder as well as she could, and spoke with her voice trembling with emotion, “Benny. Come on, boy. Fuck me. Stick that lovely dick into me, boy. Please, Benny!”

Was it coincidence? Benny immediately reared up, planted his front paws on her back, and started poking along her ass crack with his seeping cock. “Good boy,” I cooed to him as I guided that magnificent cock into Stephanie’s fragrant, sopping pussy. He felt the entrance at the head of his cock, and instinctively thrust its entire length into the receptive bitch under him. His paws slid back to lodge where her narrow waist became her broader hips, which gave him leverage. Dogs have only one speed when they fuck – full speed. He began humping her hard and fast. His weighty balls slapped hard against her pussy lips. The impacts of Sky’s balls on Helen were more muffled by his soft fur. Occasionally, a ‘pussy fart’ could be heard from the women, because the vigorous fucking sometimes pumps in air, which cunt contractions then expel.

Stephanie gasped loudly as she felt that firm, stick-like cock fill her tunnel so suddenly. “OMG! It’s so hot!” she cried out. “It feels like it’s on fire!” Those were the only intelligible words she spoke. Her eyes went out of focus as her body reacted to the animal’s intense fucking.

I looked at both lovely women being dominated by their respective beasts. Sky and Benny were humping them like living jackhammers. Sky had also pinned his booted front paws against Helen’s hips. As I watched the two canines in motion, it almost looked like they were having a race to see who could breed their bitch first. Restrained as they were, the women could only toss their heads back and forth, and side to side as their bodies were filled with these new sensations. The women were probably oblivious to their hair – Stephanie’s flaming red, and Helen’s golden blonde – whipping against their faces and shoulders with their head movements.

From time to time, the friends glanced over at one another. It was wonderful, seeing them do that. They were treated to the sight of their friend, strapped to the padded bench, servicing a dog. I’m sure this made manifest the fact that they looked the same way. They certainly moaned louder each time this occurred. The reality was sinking in that these dogs had claimed them as bitches to be fucked and bred.

My husband pointed down underneath the dogs’ haunches. I saw what he was indicating. The swollen base of each dog’s cock – his knot – had emerged, and they were being pressed against the women’s vaginal openings. Once those were fully lodged inside the entrance, they would swell even more, sealing the opening to the cunt.

Stephanie had seen me knotted at the dinner party, so she may have been expecting this to happen. I was uncertain if Helen was aware of this aspect of a dog’s anatomy, but when Sky started shoving his knot into her, she called out, “What’s happening? What’s that?” My husband whispered a quiet explanation into her ear.

Shivering and gasping, Stephanie cried, “OMG! It’s huge! It’s… It’s… stretching me! Ahhhhh!” Benny’s knot was inside her now, and inflating. He stopped his humping, because violent movements now would hurt his cock. Sky also stopped humping a few moments later.

I knelt beside Stephanie’s head. “Benny has knotted you, so tell me what you’re feeling now,” I whispered. Familiar as I was to these sensations, I wanted her to focus on them more fully.

It feels like I’m so stretched open, I might tear,” she babbled. I assured her she would not, because our cunts are capable of amazing dilation. As I was stating this, she was taking several deep breaths to calm herself. She sighed. “Yes, it feels better now. And his cock feels like it’s softening, a little. Maybe that’s just because my opening is so big now.”

No. You’re right. The cock shaft does soften at this point,” I confirmed.

Suddenly, Stephanie stiffened and shrieked, “He’s cumming! OMG, he’s cumming! Everything is vibrating! His cock feels like a fire hose, whipping around inside my cunt with each spurt! It feels like I can feel his heartbeat in his knot! Oh shit! There’s so much cum!” Perhaps because she heard her friend vocalizing these things, Helen started to cum underneath Sky.

My cunt must be full! It feels like his cum is spreading right into my tummy!” Stephanie yelled. I was going to explain that she was probably feeling his sperm being forced through her cervix into her uterus, since it had no place else to go, but I decided to be quiet. I heard Stephanie’s bindings creak as her muscles bunched and went into spasms – she was in the throes of her orgasm!

Both women panted, sweated, and shivered as the dogs shot their copious loads of sticky dog cum into them. The dogs gradually stretched out along the naked backs below them, tongues lolling as they panted and drooled. Whenever a dog’s pelvis changed position or angle, he gave off a gentle whine, while his female partner winced, or whimpered. Shifting when fully knotted was painful. Both parties were stuck until the dog’s knot at least partially deflated.

After about 10 minutes, Sky scrambled and jerked backwards, pulling his cock out of Helen’s cunt with a squelching sound. I walked over and looked at her now gaping cunt hole, with globs of dog semen spilling out of it. My husband took a picture of Helen’s cunt at this moment, to share with her later. The scent of fresh dog cum is always intoxicating to me. I felt my knees get wobbly. If this had not been a training session for these new women, I might have tossed off my clothes and gotten down for Sky to use me, as well. But he was busy licking his cock and balls clean, anyway.

I had to have some of that cum. Kneeling behind Helen, I sucked at the stream of dog cum flowing from her cunt. Swallowing that, I opened my mouth wide enough to cover her dilated opening. Pressing my lips against her hot flesh, I sucked hard to get more of the cum out of her cunt. I also dug my tongue into her as deeply as I could, exploring her walls with it.

Rather than voice any disapproval, Helen moaned, “Oh yes… Suck me… Lick me… Oh god that feels heavenly.” My husband snapped a few pictures of me enjoying Helen. In the background, Stephanie, still knotted to Benny, was watching us, smiling blissfully. Eventually, I had cleaned Helen’s cunt as well as I could, tasting her cunt juices now mixed with Sky’s cum. I unbound the lovely blonde, and helped her sit up on her bench.

Maybe 7 minutes later, Benny began some impatient movements. He twisted around off of Stephanie’s back, and ended up standing behind her, his ass pressed against hers, and his cock pointing straight backwards into her cunt. Helen’s pupils dilated seeing this new position, perhaps unaware of how mobile a dog’s cock can be.

Benny started trying to walk away. Semen began seeping around the edges of his softening, deflating knot. When he finally yanked free, the squelching noise was loud indeed – Benny is a very well endowed dog.

My husband used his camera to document Benny’s cum flowing from Stephanie’s gaping cunt. I looked over and saw the front of his pants, tented by his stiff erection. Knowing my husband has a thing for redheads, I took the camera from his hands, saying, “I know you want her, dear. Get undressed. Do you want her face up or face down?”

He smiled at me, grateful for my understanding and acquiescence. “Face up, please, love,” he replied, starting to remove his shirt.

Carefully undoing the bindings that held Stephanie in place, I massaged her wrists as I whispered, “My husband’s going to fuck you, too. Please turn over and show him you want him.”

I’d love to have him, Hostess,” she replied, turning over onto her back on the padded bench, “if that’s all right with you. But my cunt feels so stretched open – will this work?”

I giggled softly, “Of course it will. He’s a man. He’ll make it work.”

Stephanie smiled at this, and looking into my husband’s face, shot him a beaming smile and opened her arms in a welcoming gesture.

He was fully naked, and even if his cock was not as big as Benny’s, it still looked magnificent, stiffly jutting forward above his lightly furred scrotum. Returning Stephanie’s smile, he straddled the bench, and slipped his cock into the valley between her thighs. Everyone watched, even Helen, who quietly stepped closer, as my husband’s cock disappeared out of sight into Stephanie. It entered her vaginal tunnel, still well lubricated with Benny’s cum.

I took a picture showing how his cock caused another huge glob of cum to be disgorged from her vagina. The image showed the flaming red pubic hair covering her mound and outer labia all matted in a lovely mixture of human sweat and cum and animal semen. Maybe her whole vaginal tunnel could not close over his cock yet – it would return to its normal diameter soon, if Stephanie didn’t make it a habit to fuck huge dog cocks – but my husband was rubbing his cock against her upper wall for friction.

Stephanie had the inspiration to move her thighs closer together, tightening her cunt’s grip on his cock, making my husband gasp with approval. I know her red hair inflamed his passion, and he was quickly losing control, given that fact plus the facts that he was fucking a new woman, and had an appreciative audience. His hips bucked and churned, making Stephanie moan with happiness. She started playing with her gorgeous tits, and began rocking her pelvis up to meet his thrusts.

Mere minutes later, my spouse uttered a wail of satisfaction as his cock began spewing inside his lovely fuck mate. His sperm mixed with Benny’s. There was no doubt that Stephanie was pleased with his gift, because as he stretched out on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him passionately.

While they were kissing and cuddling, I felt out of place, being the only one dressed at that point. Helen helped me free of my clothing, taking the occasion to caress my more intimate areas, in appreciation for my earlier attention to her cunt. The lovely wench knelt down in front of my exposed cunt, and latched her ruby lips to it. She seized my hips to hold me firmly in place as she ate my cunt, and did not let go until the fluids from my orgasm squirted into her mouth.

Shaking in orgasmic aftershocks, I was completely satisfied that our trainees had passed with flying colors. They were lusty, sensuous women, and not afraid to show that and act upon it. When I had somewhat regained control of myself, I said, “Let’s all head back to the sitting room. Food and drink await us there.” We remained naked as we strolled back to the sitting room to refresh ourselves, and plan a dinner party and auction.

(to be continued) link to part 03

The Hostess – pt. 03

(continued from part 2)

Much to my surprise, three days later, Helen called, asking if she could come over.

Of course, dear,” I replied. “We’re not doing anything special this afternoon, so come right over.” I was concerned that perhaps she’d changed her mind about the auction and performing. If she wanted to be freed from her bargain, I was prepared to do so, since we wouldn’t want a reluctant participant.

When she arrived, I greeted her at the door, and escorted her into the sitting room. Once we were settled, I asked, “What’s on your mind?”

She blushed hotly as she answered, “I want to practice more, Hostess. You said you wanted us poised, serene and confident at the luncheon party. But I think I need more experience to actually feel that way.”

Oh, what a wonderfully clever girl you are,” I complimented. “That makes perfect sense. You’re certainly welcome to fuck the dogs several times prior to the event. However, you’ve only serviced Sky. Do you realize that you’d have to submit to Benny, the alpha male, before Sky could mount you again? When Stephanie was here, Benny was distracted by her, but this isn’t the case now.”

Helen swallowed visibly, thinking about our powerful Rottweiler, and how he looked as he ravished Stephanie. “I’m… I’m willing to try him,” she stammered. “Would Sky use me after that?”

I’m sure my eyes showed my surprise. “You want to take on both dogs, in succession?” I tried to ask this in a neutral tone of voice.

If anything, Helen’s flush of embarrassment deepened in color. “I’m willing to try, if you’ll watch over me, Hostess. When can I try?”

Well, you’re here now, and the dogs are always ready for a receptive bitch. Do you want to try it right now?” I inquired.

Yes, please,” she responded politely, and casually removed her clothes, unbidden.

We walked together into the training room. The benches for the women were still in position from their previous training session. Helen looked at her bench and asked, “Will you need to tie me to that bench again?”

How much do you think you need that?” I asked in return. I wanted to hear her thoughts on her readiness. My husband walked into the room, saw us looking at Helen’s bench, and understood my question from its context.

Benny looks like a very powerful dog,” Helen mused. “I’d like to learn to accept either of them without even needing the padded bench, eventually. But for this first time with him, maybe you could secure that leather belt across my back, and tie my knees open, please.”

A wise choice, I believe,” I praised, as I embraced her and gave her a kiss. “Darling,” I said to my husband. “Would you rather secure Helen as she requests, or find the servant to have him prepare Benny for her?”

To be honest, I’d rather secure Helen and play with her while she’s waiting for the dog. I had fun with Stephanie, before, but didn’t get much time with this fabulous blonde. Unless you’d prefer that I leave to fetch the dog, Helen?” he stated.

It was wonderful to see her blush so prettily as she considered being played with by my handsome husband. She almost whispered, “I’d love for you to get to know me better, Sir,” which made his face take on a roguish smile.

I left them in the training room, and sought out the servant who handles our dogs. Giving him instructions to get both Benny and Sky into their leather booties, I rejoined Helen and my husband. She was strapped to the bench at her back and knees, as she’d requested.

At that moment, though, both her hands were braced atop the bench, raising her torso off it. She was obviously offering her breasts to my husband, who was caressing them as they kissed. I watched him tease and tweak her sensitive flesh in a manner I knew very well from personal experience. Helen was responsively groaning into his sexy kisses.

Strolling up behind her, I knelt down and examined her labia. They were already puffing up as her passion rose. I stroked them with gentle fingertips, first along her outer labia, with her soft pelt of blonde pubic fur, then prodded them apart and revealed her glistening inner labia. Her scent perfumed the air around all three of us as I opened her. I knew Benny would zero in on this target quickly – any male would.

I caught my husband’s attention and beckoned him. He gently released Helen from his grasp and joined me behind her. His eyes lit up when he saw her opened cunt, her inner muscles already churning. In moments, he had scooped up some of her oozing cunt juices, using them to lube her ass crack. Turning his hand palm up, he slipped two fingers into her vaginal tunnel, while his thumb stayed outside to glide along her wet ass crack.

He spread his thumb apart from his fingers as they went into her, but he then closed them against one another as he drew them back out. This caused his thumb to glide firmly over the edges of her ass hole, while the fingers deeply stroked the tissues of her vaginal wall. I knew how erotically maddening this caress could be, and soon Helen was straining and panting from his actions.

I heard a discrete knock on one of the doors, and went to take Benny’s leash from the servant’s hand. Benny caught the scent in the room, and looked up at me, whining. I petted him reassuringly, saying, “Yes, Benny. Good boy. Your bitch is almost ready for you.” Since his gorgeous cock was already fully unsheathed, and was dripping precum, I could tell he was certainly ready for her.

Darling, send him over. I’m holding Helen open for him,” my husband informed me. As I released him, Benny bounded across the room, gave Helen’s cunt two perfunctory licks, and planted his leather covered paws on her back. I think I heard a ‘whoosh’ of air from her lungs as she took his weight. Practically simultaneously, Benny’s cock, expertly aimed by my husband, rammed deep into her wet, slippery cunt. Helen cried aloud from the surprise of her passage being both stretched and filled in the wink of an eye!

Holy shit!” her voice echoed in the room. “OMG! OMG!”

I was afraid she was in distress, but before I could ask or act, she continued, “Fuck me, you glorious beast! Fuck your new little bitch! Make me cum!” Her torso was flat down on the padding and she was gripping the bench hard with both hands as Benny rode her. His paws were gripping her waist near her hips as he hammered his cock into her dilated cunt.

It might have been the length of Benny’s cock, or its girth, or his balls rapidly slapping her cunt lips that did the trick. Whatever it was, Helen started howling, “I’m cumming!” It may have been my imagination, but it looked like Benny fucked her even harder as he heard her vocalization. He hadn’t knotted her yet, but I could tell he was trying hard to do so.

The smell of an aroused dog does something to me, something exciting. My heart races, my breathing deepens. Thinking to myself, “Why should Helen have all the fun?” I began undressing. Soon I was stark naked, playing with myself as I watched. My husband joined me, and caressed my tits and ass, knowing that I would soon be on my hands and knees. I didn’t have my whalebone corset handy, but I wouldn’t need it, since Benny had on those leather booties.

Benny rammed his knot against Helen’s pussy lips, not quite knotting her, but it was enough for him. He stopped humping and we could see his knot pulsating as he squirted spurt after spurt of his seed into her. She cried out, “Oh, fuck! He’s filling me!” We saw her ass muscles clench and release in a rapid rhythm as Benny’s ejaculation triggered Helen into another orgasm of her own.

Benny dismounted, pulling his cock free. Helen’s pussy erupted in a loud pussy fart as a huge glob of dog semen was disgorged from its depths. The smell of dog cum hit me like a physical blow and my knees buckled. My husband grabbed my elbow, and helped lower me to the floor without damaging myself. I don’t know if that reaction of mine is conditioned behavior, or reactions to canine pheromones, or what, but it gets me each and every time. I knelt so Helen would have a good view of Benny taking me as his bitch now.

He didn’t disappoint me.

With a low, excited growl he was quickly atop my back. From long habit, I reached back between my thighs and blindly guided his cock into my waiting cunt, already lubed from my excitement. He skewered me enthusiastically, and began pressing his knot firmly against me after just a few strokes. Helen’s eyes came back into focus and widened as she looked at the size of that knot, realizing that moments ago it was being shoved against her vaginal ring.

Using my palms flat on the floor for purchase, I angled my arms to demonstrate to Helen how to brace against Benny’s thrusts. I’d like to think that I’m Benny’s absolutely favorite bitch. Intellectually, I know that he’ll certainly fuck any receptive bitch. But his senses probably detect that I’m always in heat, so he breeds me every chance he gets. And he knows how to take me and use me efficiently.

Benny hooked his front paws against my waist and shoved extra hard with his hips. As his knot disappeared from sight, lodging itself into my entrance, I moaned with a mixture of need and relief. But Helen shook and called out, “OMG! You took all that!” I nodded, biting my lip as Benny stopped his humping and the throbbing began in his knot as his cock started the spewed delivery of dog semen. Sealed as I was, the flow filled my vaginal tunnel, and began flooding my womb. That sensation brought my excitement to a peak, and I shivered as wave after wave of a long orgasm swept through me.

Knotted, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere for a while, nor did I wish to. I love the feeling of this lovely dog atop me. His warm, furred underbelly stretched out comfortably along my spine. His warm breath panted at the side of my neck, as he erotically licked his drool from my nape. I could feel every beat of his heart, transmitted to my dilated cunt entrance each time his knot throbbed. I got that ‘full feeling’ that I get each time my womb is distended with dog sperm, sort of like after eating a little to much of a wonderful meal.

I looked over at Helen, her face still registering a slight amount of shock. “Don’t worry,” I assured her. “Benny’s not doing any damage to me. Our cunts are capable of dilating quite a bit with no injury. I’m a little sorry you didn’t get a chance to experience a true knotting with Benny, though. Are you ready to be mounted and bred by Sky?”

Helen had her upper torso raised up off the bench to get a better view of Benny and me. Therefore, when I asked that question, I was able to observe how Helen’s breasts quivered enticingly when her whole body shivered in anticipation. “Mmmm, yes,” she answered, “but may I make a request?”

Of course, dear. What is it?” I asked.

May I have my knees unbound now? I want to try taking on Sky like that, this time,” she explained.

I nodded to my husband, who proceeded to undo the ropes. “Do you want the waist belt removed as well?” I added.

No. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet,” she answered honestly. “But ultimately, I want to be able to service Sky just on my hands and knees, as you’re doing right now.”

That’s wonderful, Helen,” I told her. “I think the party guests will enjoy it more if you can move freely, as well.” While we were talking, my husband, having finished freeing Helen’s legs, led Sky up between them. Sky sniffed her deeply three times, and then started licking her intently. The lovely Akita seemed determined to clean all of Benny’s cum out of her before mounting her himself. I could tell that both Helen and Sky were getting quite aroused by his actions. Her cunt started ejecting globs of cum due to her internal muscle contractions, and his cock slid completely out of its furry sheath, dribbling precum on the floor beneath him.

That’s my good boy, Sky,” Helen cooed to him. “Lick me good, like the good boy you are. Your bitch Helen wants you to fuck her little pussy good and hard,” she moaned, her toes curling as his tongue disappeared deep into her tunnel.

OMG!” Helen cried out. “He’s making me… I’m about to… I’m gonna…” Whether by design or by chance, the moment Helen couldn’t speak another word, because her body was convulsing in orgasm, Sky broke off licking her, and put his front paws on her back. My spouse was expecting this, and got Sky’s cock dead on target with the dog’s first thrust. Helen uttered a long string of unintelligible syllables as Sky hooked his leather-clad paws onto her waist and humped her intently for about a full minute. It appeared Helen was cumming during that entire time.

When Sky finally sealed Helen’s cunt by ramming his knot into its opening, Helen shrieked with joy, arcing her torso up, and throwing her head back. Her face turned sideways to try to look back at her canine lover. His tongue lapped against her cheek, and then her lips. To my amazement, Helen’s lips parted, and their tongues touched. Locked with his bitch, Sky was no longer humping. He was cumming. As his balls emptied his semen into her, Helen started a satisfied-sounding growl deep inside her throat that finally emerged as a long, drawn out, “Yesssss!”

The room grew quiet, other than the sounds of panting dogs and panting women. Helen’s skin, like mine, showed a sheen of sweat from the exertions of our muscle contractions. There was an occasional sound of paws scrabbling on the floor surface, followed by whimpers from the dog and the woman knotted to that dog. Gradually, pussies began to seep mixtures of dog and female cum as the knots diminished, intensifying that heady scent of dog semen in the air around us.

Loud squelching sounds and pussy farts erupted as first Sky, and then Benny pulled their cocks free from our cunts. Dog tongues lapped at the oozing, gooey messes emerging from our gaping vaginal openings. My husband unbuckled the strap that had secured Helen’s waist in place. We knelt by our respective dogs, who had flopped onto their sides, still panting. With tender loving care, we licked and sucked those cocks until we could find no more traces of cum on them.

Helen and I padded, naked, into the sitting room for some refreshments. After a few minutes, my husband joined us there. He had entrusted the dogs back into the servant’s care, since they would need rest and feeding. Once he was in the sitting room, he began removing his clothing as well, rather than be the only person with clothes on. I noticed his fully erect cock was tangled in his underpants. “Helen, please go help my husband free that cock of his from his clothing,” I told the sweet blonde woman.

She seemed eager to be helpful, handling the cock perhaps quite a bit more than was absolutely necessary. Smiling, I said, “Darling, sit on the couch, and let Helen sit on your lap.”

As he was sitting down, I instructed Helen, “When you sit on his lap, I think you’d better tuck that stiff cock of his into the warm harbor of your cunt.”

She blushed in a very pretty manner, but did as she was told. At first, I imagine there was not as much friction as either of them would like, due to her stretched tunnel. But as time passed, and as she squirmed on his lap to help keep him erect, her cunt tightened. Soon, she was bouncing on his lap, facing him. I straddled his knees, sitting behind Helen, and reached around her to play with her bobbing tits with one hand, while my other softly strummed her clit.

When Helen started moaning loudly, my spouse put his hand into the hair at the back of her head, and pulled her lips to his for a passionate kiss. My lips were kissing the nape of Helen’s neck just as passionately. She stiffened for a moment and then began slamming her cunt up and down on his cock faster and faster. As she came, her rippling cunt muscles sucked a wonderful load of cum from his throbbing cock. Jet after jet of his semen shot up into her depths, and then cascaded out of her pussy opening, anointing her labia with a warm, sticky froth.

It was a lovely ending to our afternoon together.

This was so successful, we invited Stephanie to also visit several times before the scheduled date of the party. She and Helen trained with our dogs many times, gradually weaning themselves from needing the padded benches. Both women had occasion to use both dogs, getting used to their similarities and their differences.

During this training time, even though both of the women serviced both dogs, Benny and Sky, each woman had her favorite – her first one. So Stephanie preferred Benny, the Rottweiler, and Helen preferred Sky, the Akita. It was decided that at the party, Helen would go first, followed by Stephanie, since the guests might be more impressed by Benny’s cock.

The evening before the party, the two women arrived at our home, prepared to spend the night. Before we sat down to dinner, I showed them the guest bedrooms where they’d sleep. In each room were the garments that I selected for the auction. Each outfit consisted of 3 articles of clothing, all made from a luxuriant, absorbent cotton. Precise measurements had been made ahead of time, so the bra and panties fit beautifully, sensuously showing off their tits, pussy and ass.

The sleeveless dress slipped on easily, but still remained form-fitting, and was translucent enough that the bra and panties could clearly be seen beneath it. Their hems fell to the upper thigh, showing off each woman’s lovely legs and most of her thighs.

The women ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ as they looked at the results in the full length mirror. Stephanie looked ravishing in her light green outfit, which emphasized her flame red hair. Helen looked equally delightful, with her blonde hair cascading onto the light blue dress she wore. Clothed as they were, they looked more erotic than simple nudity would have done.

Time to give your clothes their first anointing of dog cum, ladies,” I announced. “Please take them off, for the moment.” As the women stripped, Sky and Benny trotted into the room. Each dog approached his chosen bitch. Stephanie and Helen immediately dropped to their hands and knees, lowered their shoulders and raised their asses, presenting their sexes to the dogs.

The dogs reared up and planted their booted front paws on the women’s backs, unsheathing their cocks as they did so. With ease, the women opened their labia and used the same hand to guide the dogs’ cocks into their cunts. As before, the dogs fucked the women lustily, knotted them, and pumped them full of precum and sperm.

As I waited for the dogs to dismount, I instructed the women, “When his cock comes free, stay as you are on your hands and knees, and keep your thighs wide apart. Do you understand?”

Helen was apparently cumming, but managed to blurt out, “Stay as we are, but thighs wide open. Yes, Hostess.”

Stephanie was making a keening noise from the pressure of fluids Benny was injecting into her womb, but she nodded, eyes closed, to signal her understanding.

When each dog dismounted, pulling his messy cock free of the gaping cunt he had used, I was ready with the woman’s dress and bra. These I placed under her cunt, so that the gobs of cum dislodged from her vaginal passage would drop onto them. I knew the panties would get their own fair share of cum when worn, due to the residual semen oozing from the woman’s womb.

I even used the hem of the dress to wipe the labia clean on each woman, then I had them dress in their outfits, and come to dinner. Inhaling that scent of fresh dog cum, it took all my willpower not to have a servant bring me one of the other dogs. My own cunt quivered with desire, and my knees got wobbly, as usual when that aroma enters my nostrils.

After dinner, my husband raised Stephanie and Helen’s skirts, inspecting their panties. “Yes, they are quite soaked, my dear,” he informed me. It was time for their nighttime instructions. “The water is turned off in your guest rooms for the evening,” he told our guests. “You are not to bathe in any manner, because tomorrow, at the afternoon auction, we want your bodies reeking of the scent of dog.”

Hearing this, the faces of the women turned scarlet. “Ummm. What if we have to pee, or something?” Stephanie asked.

You summon a servant, using the push button next to your bed. The servant will take you to a working bathroom, where you can pee. Washing your hands and face is permitted, but nothing else,” he explained. “The servant will stay with you the entire time, and escort you back to your room, afterward.”

Stephanie and Helen exchanged startled glances, probably thinking about a servant standing around while they urinate and maybe even defecate. My spouse caught and interpreted those glances.

Don’t worry. We trust the servants implicitly, and there’s probably nothing they haven’t observed. They wouldn’t even be shocked if you asked them to wipe you, after you use the toilet,” he stated. “You might even enjoy such pampering,” he added, smiling mischievously.

The women’s faces turned bright red, just thinking about that scene. Clearing her throat, Stephanie asked, “Anything else?”

It was my turn to give them some instructions. “Yes. The dogs will spend the night with you. They can use the dog bed located in each room, if you wish. But we would prefer it if they slept in the bed with you, cuddled with you all night,” I started out. I was please to see their faces change to smiles of delight at the thought of having a bed companion.

Sleep wearing those outfits all night. Yes, I know they will get wrinkled, and that’s fine. Tomorrow morning, disrobe, and once again service your dog. After they dismount, make sure you place your bra and dress underneath your crotch as you kneel. We want fresh cum on your garments, in preparation for the luncheon party and auction. Then wear your clothes as you join us for breakfast. Is all of this quite clear?”

Helen spoke for both of them. “Yes, Hostess. Quite clear. You really do want us to reek of dog and dog cum, don’t you?” she asked, rhetorically. “Good night.”

My spouse and I kissed them both tenderly, and wished them pleasant dreams.

The next morning, when Helen and Stephanie appeared at breakfast, their flushed faces wore smiles of women that had been recently fucked, and fucked well. The smell of dog and fresh dog cum was fragrantly emanating from them as soon as they entered the room. The servants had reported that both women had been quite obedient, only washing their hands and faces. Their dresses were spotted with dog semen, some of it still wet. The dampness made the thin material even more transparent.

Good morning,” I greeted them. “Did you sleep well?”

I did,” Stephanie replied. “Benny snuggled me warmly all night.”

Sky’s fur is so soft,” Helen stated. “I wished that I could’ve been naked, to feel it all over my body, not just on my exposed arms and legs. He’s wonderful to have in bed with me.”

Well, after this party, if you want to visit and sleep with Sky, just ask,” I said, with a smile. “That goes for you and Benny, also,” I added, turning to Stephanie.

The women’s appetites were good, betraying no hint of nervousness about the upcoming event. The day was turning out to be warm and sunny, so we’d be able to hold the party in the yard as we’d hoped, rather than inside, in our ballroom.

We passed the time chatting, strolling through our gardens, as the servants set up the tables for the luncheon. Once again, there was a large sturdy table, its gleaming wooden surface bare, placed so the guests would have a good viewpoint. The same small series of steps that I’d used previously was placed at one end of this table, to allow easy access to its top. To keep the women from getting nervous, we walked and chatted in a section of the estate far from where the guests were gathering.

Stephanie and Helen appeared to be quite at ease when a servant approached to inform me that everyone had arrived. As I walked the women toward this group of strangers, I noticed Helen beginning to breathe faster. “Anything wrong?” I asked her, quietly.

Her face flushed as she whispered, “I smell, Hostess. What will these people think?” It was true that the aroma of dog and dog cum was strong around both of the women.

They will be enchanted, Helen,” I reassured her. “These people have been specially chosen for this gathering. They’re all thrilled and titillated by the notion and sight of women servicing dogs. The men will wish they could enjoy your bodies as the dogs do, and the women will wish they could also be on their hands and knees, receiving such lustful attentions. But most lack the courage to do so, and merely envy your bravery and composure. Remember how you felt at the dinner party, Stephanie?”

Stephanie replied, “Yes, Hostess. It’s true, Helen. I saw Hostess, virtually naked, and so confident in her femininity and power, even as she was mounted by that powerful beast, that I envied her. It took me almost a half an hour of fighting with myself to have the temerity to ask her to let me try this.”

The women stood up straighter, I noticed, looking very regal as they were introduced to the guests. No one laughed, held their noses, or made fun of them in any way. In fact, the looks on most people’s faces were those of awe, similar to expressions people use when approaching a famous movie star. Helen and Stephanie reveled in these looks, almost preening, after a while. Polite conversation abounded as we all shared a light luncheon.

The guests quieted as my spouse walked to the table ‘stage’ signaling the women to follow him. Ever polite, he help them climb the steps onto the gleaming wooden surface. I was pleased to see the expression of calm anticipation on their faces as they stood, elevated, before the gathering.

We’ll now commence with the auctioning of the wonderful garments these participants are wearing,” he announced. “The first item is this lovely green dress, worn by Stephanie.”

The bidding began, slowly, as is usual at the start of an auction, before bidding fever sets in. My husband waited until the bidding seemed about done, and then added, almost as if it was an afterthought, “Oh, yes. I forgot to mention. The winning bidder gets to help this young lady remove the article of clothing from her body, too.”

Must we be cautious in avoiding any contact with their body as we help them disrobe?” one gentleman asked. Polite laughter accompanied this question.

What do you think, ladies?” my husband asked, turning to them.

Stephanie spoke up, since it was her dress that was currently in question. “No caution is necessary, Sir,” she said with a calm smile. “It would be most awkward to avoid contact with these clinging garments. She looked over at Helen, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

I agree. In fact,” Helen added, “I will be very, very disappointed if some fondling fails to occur.” Her impish expression raised a cheer from the crowd, and the bidding intensified.

The man with the winning bid strode up onto the stage. “I need to lift this over your head, correct?” he asked Stephanie, who nodded and raised her arms gracefully. Facing her, he grasped the hem of the dress and lifted it, letting his hands glide up her outer thighs, waist, and torso. His hands grazed the outer edges of her breasts as he raised the thin material up to her armpits. She slid her arms free. He finished raising it up past her head and off her body. As he carried it off the stage, he gallantly brought the cloth to his nose, inhaling with appreciation.

Bringing Helen forward, my spouse informed our guests, “Next up for auction is this blue dress, made glorious by the way it hugs the curves of our lovely Helen. Who’ll start the bidding?”

This set of bids was between two gentlemen each vying to outdo the other. The remaining guests were apparently waiting for the more intimate bra and panties to be auctioned. Nonetheless, the winner almost romped up onto the stage with enthusiasm. He was taller than Helen, so he had her face the other guests as he stood behind her. Lifting her dress hem almost like a curtain being raised at the start of a play, he paused as her panties were fully revealed, resting his hands on her hips.

His hands then bunched the dress upward as his palms slid up her bare belly. When his hands reached her bra, he let them smoothly glide over the material there, feeling the warmth of her breast flesh through the thin cloth. The look on his face conveyed his thrill with regard to this contact.

The guests began applauding, and the applause intensified as Helen, mischievous as ever, bent forward slightly. This pressed her tits more firmly into his palms, and pushed her ass back against his crotch. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, rubbing her ass against him. His face turned beet red, but his smile never faltered. He finished removing her dress, and left the stage with his prize.

I think it’s time we auctioned Helen’s bra now,” my husband stated. New bidders jumped in quickly. The winning bidder wasted no time in getting himself up onto the stage and standing in front of Helen. Sliding his arms around her, he gathered her into a close embrace, and just held her like that for a long moment. Helen tilted her head up and kissed his cheek as he unhooked her bra. Sliding its straps off her shoulders, he leaned forward and rested his head briefly in her cleavage. She, in turn, used her hands to press her tits against the sides of his face, to the delight of the onlookers.

The winning bidder for Stephanie’s bra walked behind her, indicating she should face the guests. Gingerly unhooking her bra, he left it in place as he pressed his palms at the sides of her chest between the bra and her skin. He moved his hands forward, keeping them beneath the material, until his palms cupped her breasts fully, hiding her areolae and nipples. “Slip the bra off and hold it, please,” he whispered into her ear.

As she slid the straps off her shoulders, and pulled away the material, his hands began a caress of the flesh they enclosed. Stephanie shivered with pleasure and moaned softly. The audience was spellbound. When he finally removed his hands, Stephanie’s fully engorged nipples stood out firmly from her darkened areolae. He left the stage, holding the bra triumphantly high in the air.

Oh my,” my husband said with mock surprise. “We have only panties left to auction off. These, of course, have been fully saturated with dog semen, so we expect the bidding to be spirited. Stephanie’s panties first, since she is standing right here.”

The bidding was much more enthusiastic. The numbers climbed. Both Helen and Stephanie had looks of surprise at the money involved. When the bidding ceased, and the winner was approaching the stage, Stephanie said to Helen in a mock whisper, which carried to the ears of all present, “I think we’ve hit upon a great way to fund our retirement. We just need to sell panties!” The crowd roared with merriment. We’d found perfect gems in these two women, and the auction was going better than I’d ever dreamed.

The winner had Stephanie again face the other guests, but he knelt beside her. With painstaking slowness, he lowered the front of her panties a tad, tilting his head to her front to look. Then he lowered the back a tad, and tilted his head to look behind her, watching. Very very gradually her pussy came into view for the other guests, but he was determined to have a private viewing of her ass for himself. When he finally helped her to step free of the panties, he did use his hands on her hips to turn her backside to the onlookers, finally giving them a view of her pert butt.

Well done, Sir,” my husband intoned, as Stephanie moved to the rear of the stage, and knelt there quietly. “Helen, if you would please step forward.” As she moved into place, he continued, “This is our final garment for today. Who’ll start?”

Again the men bid back and forth, higher and higher. But just as my husband was about to announce, “Sold!” a woman, who up until now had been quiet, jumped in with a bid that astonished everyone. The stunned silence dragged on – no one tried to top that.

Declared the winner, she was assisted onto the stage by my spouse. She walked directly in front of Helen, and knelt, with her back to the rest of the guests. In this pose, the top of her head was just lower than where Helen’s thighs joined. The other guests had an unblocked view as the woman raised her hands to Helen’s waist and took hold of the sides of her panties.

Carefully, she lowered the panties until Helen’s pussy was fully revealed. A hush fell over the crowd, because the woman was examining that pussy as if it was a great treasure, being unveiled. Looking up into Helen’s face, she asked quietly, “May I?”

It took Helen a moment to understand. “Oh! Yes! Of course – be my guest,” she answered, smiling down. She even tilted her hips backward, presenting her pussy more fully.

The woman, raised herself up slightly, and kissed Helen’s pussy softly, then, feeling Helen’s full acquiescence, more firmly. Showing a beatific smile, Helen reached down and stroked the woman’s hair as her cunt was worshiped by the woman’s lips. The audience gasped in appreciation. Satisfied, the woman finished lowering Helen’s panties, took them out from under her feet, and left the stage. Moving her hands to the small of her back, Helen stood naked, facing the guests, her tits thrust forward by her pose. Her pussy lips still glistened from the woman’s saliva.

Helen, since you’ll be servicing your dog first, please show our guests the pose with which you’ll be greeting him,” my spouse instructed her.

Gladly,” she replied. Turning her back to the guests, she got down on her hands and knees, separating her thighs from one another. The fine blonde hair on her outer labia shone in the sunlight. Helen lowered her shoulders, turning her head to her left, and pillowed her right cheek on her left hand. Reaching between her thighs, her right hand came up and parted her labia, giving everyone and excellent view of her moist, pink vaginal entrance.

Notice that people were straining for even better looks, my husband told them, “Rest assured, after she services her dog, you will all be invited for any sort of close examination that you desire.” I saw several men lick their lips subconsciously. Yes, she looked good enough to eat.

Thank you, Helen. You may now turn sideways and prepare,” he told her. As she shuffled to turn ninety degrees sideways, Sky, near the house, was released by a servant. That lovely Akita knew what was expected of him, informed by smell and by sight that his bitch was ready for him. He bounded up onto the stage, his leather booties making a padding sound on the wooden surface.

Sky sniffed Helen’s ass, walked to her head, and presented his own ass to her, following doggy protocol. Turning, he licked her face and lips in greeting, then padded behind her and began licking her with abandon from her clit to her ass hole. Helen sighed, moaned, and squirmed delightedly, holding her cunt open for his tongue. Her breath suddenly hissed and her body quaked in a silent orgasm, obvious from the expression on her face. Having her clothes being auctioned off of her body had certainly aroused her, and Sky quickly brought her to her first peak.

His tongue was not quite able to catch all the pussy juices, some of which dripped pungently onto the stage surface. As he lowered his head to lick the surface clean, his long white fur brushed sensuously against Helen’s inner thighs. When Sky’s tongue again began lapping at Helen’s sex, the dog’s cock smoothly emerged from its furry sleeve, its pointed tip dripping his precum. I saw several of the male onlookers adjusting their trousers, trying to alleviate the pressure on their own tumescent cocks.

Sky mounted Helen, guided by her hand. His cock disappeared inside her, the crowd gasping at the suddenness with which it happened. Helen’s eyes closed in ecstasy as she groaned, “Oh fuck! Yesss!” Sky humped his bitch the only way he knew how – full bore. Helen used both her palms on the table’s surface to brace herself. Sky fucked her intently for a full five minutes, his tongue eventually lolling from his open mouth and drooling to cool his body. His swollen knot was now bumping hard at her vaginal entrance.

From the sounds Helen was making, she was about to cum again. As her shuddering began, she called out, “I’m cumming!” and pressed back hard into one of Sky’s thrusts. Her now convulsing vaginal tunnel accepted his knot, which stretched and lodged itself into her opening. Sky stopped thrusting. Gasping, Helen screamed, “He’s cumming!” as her face contorted and reddened. The crowd murmured excited comments to one another as they watched the Akita breeding his bitch.

After a minute or two, Helen got a pleased smile on her face and slowly lifted her head and shoulders up from the table, until her back was parallel to its surface. At the same time, Sky lowered his body, pressing his soft, furry underbelly along Helen’s spine, coming to rest atop her. She turned her head to smile over her shoulder at him, feeling his warm panting breaths on her cheek. Her tongue came out to touch his in an amazingly intimate gesture. My own heart fluttered when I saw her do that.

When they eventually un-knotted, Sky was led away, leaving Helen kneeling and dripping dog semen from her cunt. My spouse addressed the woman that had bought Helen’s panties, “Madam, you were her highest bidder. Is there anything special you would like to do with her?”

The woman blushed scarlet, hemming and hawing. It was obvious she wanted to do something, but was shy about naming it. “Go on! This is your chance,” a female friend of hers encouraged. The woman finally got up from her seat, applauded by the throng for doing so. She whispered something to my spouse, who nodded his understanding.

They went up to Helen, and my husband scooped a good amount of dog sperm from the flow still emerging from her cunt. He smeared that semen all over Helen’s tits, dangling beneath her torso. The woman laid down on her back, slid beneath Helen, and began licking the dog’s cum off of her breasts. When all traces of semen were gone, the woman continued sucking Helen’s nipples for quite some time, perhaps unaware that her own skirt was showing a damp patch at the location of her crotch.

The man who had purchased Helen’s bra opted to sit by her side and use his hands on her breasts in a smooth milking action, which soon had her panting with desire. The man who had bought her dress was much bolder. Removing his pants and underpants, he knelt behind her and slowly eased his dick into the slimy mass of dog semen still filling her cunt. Scooting around to her head, he presented his sperm coated cock to Helen’s lips. With her tits still being milked, she eagerly sucked that cock deep into her mouth. Some men were muttering wishes that they had bid higher.

It was quite a tableau – Helen, naked on her hands and feet, having her tits milked at the same time her mouth was being fucked. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Using one of her hands at the man’s ball sack, she pressed and rubbed him there until, with a loud groan, he emptied his load of cum down her throat. The men returned to their seats as my husband helped Helen to her feet. She took a shaky bow, and then was helped onto a narrow reclining seat on the stage, which left her sex and tits on display as Stephanie stepped forward.

Stephanie executed a slow, graceful turn with her arms raised, letting everyone see her lovely nude body from various angles. Then, like Helen, she went down onto her hands and knees with her back to the guests, and also opened her thighs. Her flame red pubic hair drew all eyes like a beacon. Her fingers opened her cunt for their viewing pleasure – an erotic sight, indeed. People sighed like some spell had been broken when she turned sideways, preparing for her dog’s approach. She remained with her shoulders up, her breasts swaying provocatively beneath her.

Benny, released by the servant, trotted proudly across the lawn and up onto the stage where his bitch awaited him. He was the alpha male, and exuded confidence in every movement. The fact that his front paws were enclosed in leather booties didn’t faze him in the least – he made it look like the latest fashion statement. His cock was already halfway out of its enclosing sheath as he sniffed Stephanie’s ass. His musky scent was evident as he moved up to her head to present his own hindquarters to her. Everyone expected him to move back to Stephanie’s crotch and begin licking, as Sky had done to Helen.

Benny had other plans. He turned to face Stephanie’s head, reared up, and planted his front paws on her shoulders. His damp cock, with its pink surface patterned with scarlet blood vessels, slapped wetly against Stephanie’s cheeks as he wiggled his hindquarters.

Stephanie instinctively parted her lips, and Benny began fucking her mouth. Rather than acting startled or horrified, Stephanie curled her lips into a smile and hummed with pleasure as the huge Rottweiler ravished her mouth. The onlookers were absolutely silent, so Stephanie’s sounds of enjoyment were clearly audible.

Satisfied that his bitch remembered who’s boss, Benny dismounted from his current position, and trotted around behind the kneeling woman. One of the female guests uttered aloud, “OMG! There’s even more cock! I thought all of it was out before!”

Indeed, Benny now had the full length of his cock unsheathed, and his tumescence has swollen it to prodigious proportions – it rather resembled the end of a baseball bat. And Stephanie was bracing herself, lowering her shoulders halfway to the table surface, pressing her arms out in front of herself at about a 45 degree angle. She knew what was coming.

Benny slathered his long tongue twice the full length of his bitch’s private area, and lunged himself up onto her back. My husband had to guide his cock into Stephanie – she could not risk unbracing one of her shoulders to reach back between her thighs now. The air went out of her lungs with a loud whooshing grunt as Benny buried the full length and width of his dick inside her tunnel.

If people thought Sky had fucked Helen vigorously, they’d have to describe this fucking as savage. Transfixed, they watched Benny hammer his dick over and over into Stephanie’s pussy. They expected her to scream. And scream she did. But not what they expected.

Oh you lovely wonderful beast!” she screamed. “Yes. Yes! YES! Fuck me! Make me cum! Work your magic on me!” Her head whipped back and forth as she screamed, her red hair flinging through the air. She was fucking Benny almost as hard as he was fucking her. She looked magnificent! And she was cumming so fiercely that practically every muscle in her body went into spasm. Her cunt juices streamed out around the base of the dog’s cock, getting his knot wetter and more slippery.

That knot of his. The size of a small grapefruit. Bumping against her vaginal entrance. His heavy balls swinging forward with each thrust, slapping audibly against her cunt. Each impact shuddering through Stephanie’s body, making her tits swing forward and back like pendulums. Sweat trickling across her skin, augmented at her shoulders by drips of Benny’s drool. Benny lapped at his drool on the nape of her neck. That contact triggered another orgasm. Stephanie was vibrating like mad as she shrieked, “Fuuuuckkkk!” and let the experience take control.

The air was reeking with a mixture of human and animal musk, mixed with the sharp tang of Sky’s dog cum still oozing out of Helen. The male guests were rubbing their cock through their trousers. The women were licking and biting their lips as their own hands mashed their breasts or disappeared up under their skirts. Everyone was caught up in the intensity of what they were watching. It was as if Stephanie was sharing her orgasm with each of them.

I lost track of how long Benny had been fucking her. Suddenly, his paws slipped into the crease between her waist and her bent thighs, and he lunged extra hard into her cunt. In an instant, both dog and women froze in place, Stephanie’s eyes wide open, Benny raising his muzzle almost straight upwards. The throats of both woman and dog erupted in an eerie howl that sent the hairs up on everyone’s forearms. Benny was shooting his seed into his bitch, and both of them were howling in triumph!

Mouths gaped, the guests watching Stephanie’s lower belly distend as Benny’s sperm, trapped by the seal created by his knot, filled her vagina, forced its way through her cervix into her womb, flooded that, and even began seeping into her abdomen itself. There was no overt humping or thrusting now, just two bodies – woman and dog – shivering as wave after wave of sensation coursed through them.

I listened closely as I heard several women whispering to one another things like, “I have never seen anyone cum that hard” and “I’ve got to know what that feels like” – I sensed that after this party, more of these women might approach me, shyly asking if they could experience a session with one of our dogs. I smiled in anticipation. Some of the men were taking advantage of their companions’ arousal by unzipping their pants and placing the woman’s hand inside. The women had their eyes glued to the stage, but their hands were in motion inside those pants.

Benny was knotted so firmly inside Stephanie that my spouse knew they would be joined for quite some time. “People may come forward, if they wish, for a closer examination at this time,” he announced. The spell was broken. Hands were withdrawn from trousers, zippers were raised, and the guests streamed up onto the stage to look more closely at Stephanie’s amazingly stretched cunt, filled with the pulsating knot of dog cock. Some whispered gentle questions. Some stroked her red hair, all matted with her sweat. Some caressed her breasts, or her ass cheeks.

Other guests went over to Helen, and, with her gracious permission, examined her cunt visually and tactilely. Of course, their hands wandered over her thighs, belly, and breasts as they chatted with her. She seemed to be enjoying being the center of this small circle of attention, also.

Benny’s paws started scrabbling on the table surface. He was trying to break free from Stephanie, both of them whimpering softly with the pain of his movement. “Everyone please return to your seats, now,” my husband called out. “We need to give them room.” With each whimper, Stephanie winced, and, if a dog’s face can express emotions, so did Benny. Finally, with a loud, wet-sounding ‘pop’ his cock yanked free from Stephanie, and a great cascade of warm dog semen gushed from her gaping vagina. It looked like a pop bottle base could be inserted easily, at first, but as we watched, it began losing its dilation.

My spouse consulted with the three men who had won Stephanie’s garments in the auction. After a brief discussion, all four men nodded agreement. My husband spoke quietly to Stephanie, and we all saw her also nod, after a brief moment of consideration. “Get ready, gentlemen,” he informed the trio, as he led Stephanie to another reclining couch, placed almost sideways to the front edge of the stage. She settled herself onto her back, watching as the three winners disrobed, revealing fully erect cocks.

One of them approached her, gathered a handful of dog semen from her cunt opening, and drizzled it into the valley between her breasts. Straddling her body at that height he used what was left on his palm to lube his stiff dick. Stephanie used her hands to wrap her tits around his cock, while he began tit fucking her.

The second straddled her body at the region of her upper thigh, pushed his cock head downward with one hand while he held her pussy lips far apart with his other. Pressing his hips forward, he easily inserted his cock into her. As his cock head sank out of sight, it displaced even more dog semen from her cunt, pouring out onto the base of his cock, matting in the pubic hair on his groin and balls, and puddling between Stephanie’s thighs. He began thrusting in and out of her, causing obscene, squishy sounds.

The third man stood at the side of her couch, near her head. Stephanie obligingly opened her lips and accepted his cock as he began using her mouth as another cunt to be fucked. Soon all three men were thrusting lustily, encouraged by the onlookers. Stephanie’s hands were busy holding her tits together, and her vision was obscured by the pelvis of the man fucking her face. But I’m sure she was aware of the man fucking her cunt, because her toes could be seen to curl as he climaxed – one moment fucking her hard, and the next holding his cock as deep into her as possible as he unloaded his semen to mix with Benny’s. He pulled out, and noticed his luncheon companion beckoning to him by movements of her hand. He walked to her, and, after she sniffed, and tentatively tasted the semen mixture coating his cock, proceeded to suck it quite clean.

Meanwhile, the man fucking Stephanie’s tits cried out a warning, “I’m cumming!” But Stephanie’s head was turned and her mouth was preoccupied, so the blasts of semen that jetted from his cock head as it poked out from between the tops of her breasts painted the side of her neck, her cheek, ear, and hair. His white strands of sticky cum easily stood out against the redness of her hair. He stepped away from the couch and calmly dressed once again, sticky cock and all.

Her hands free now, Stephanie cradled and caressed the scrotum of the man fucking her mouth. Her other hand went around his thigh to a place somewhere behind him. It’s not quite clear exactly what she did with that hand, but in moments he groaned loudly. He pulled his cock back out of her mouth just far enough to let everyone see his spurts of semen splashing onto her lips and into her mouth. When he’d finished, she swiped the semen from her lips with a finger, pushing it also into her mouth. Her mouth closed, her throat rippled, and her mouth opened again. Looking into it, the man happily proclaimed, “It’s empty!”

Stephanie stood, helped Helen to her feet, and walked to the front of the stage with her. The two friends took a well deserved bow, accepting the applause and accolades of the guests. Then, arm in arm, they proudly walked back to the house, where warm showers and fresh clothes awaited them.

My husband and I chatted with the guests, thanking them for attending, and accepting their thanks and congratulations. After all had departed, I said to him, “I never expected the auction to raise that much money, darling. Let’s split it into thirds, one third each for Stephanie and Helen, keeping only one third for ourselves.”

That’s sounds wonderful to me, dear. I think they’ll be thrilled,” he responded.

Thinking back over what had occurred, I asked him, “How can we ever hope to top an afternoon like this?”

Why even bother trying?” he replied, with a twinkle in his eye. “We can’t top perfection.”


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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!”

The Hostess and Her Gift


Sunday morning, after the dinner party featuring the Master and his girl, the Hostess was in her dressing gown, trying to decide what to wear, when her spouse entered the bedroom.

Sweetheart,” he began, “I need you to come down to the sitting room.”

What? Are Stephanie and Helen already here? This early?” the Hostess exclaimed, surprised.

No, darling,” he assured her. “They’re not due for another hour or so. This is another matter,” he continued.

She knew her spouse well. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes, and a quality in his voice that indicated although he was acting fully composed, inside he was bouncing up and down like an excited little boy. She was intrigued.

Offering her hand, she smiled, saying, “Lead on, my dear.”

He led her into their sitting room. Waiting there, with a warm smile on his face, was a dark-haired gentleman of medium build. He arose the moment they entered. As the Hostess approached him and extended her hand in greeting, he took it in his own, bowed, and kissed the back of her hand in an almost continental fashion.

Darling, I wish you to meet Carter,” her husband said, by way of introduction.

Her hand tingling from the press of the man’s lips, she said, “I’m very pleased to meet you, Mr. Carter.”

The man blushed a delicate pink as her husband explained, “It’s just ‘Carter’ my dear. He was the escort for Miss Thompson last night.”

Oh! Valerie’s guest! Of course, now I remember you,” she asserted. “Please be seated.” After they’d settled, she inquired, “What can I do for you, Carter?” Privately, she wondered if Valerie had sent him to inquire about whether she too could have a session with a dog. So many guests often did, right after a party.

Her husband cleared his throat, taking the floor. “Last night, all but two of your male guests secretly drew straws in a special contest. Carter here was the winner.”

That seems clear, so far,” she confirmed. “And what did Carter win?”

He won the privilege of being given to you as a gift for one week,” her husband explained. Carter nodded his agreement.

Given to me as a gift?” the Hostess said, confused. Then she broke out laughing. “What an amusing jest,” she chuckled. “No. Really. Why are you here, Carter?”

I assure you, Hostess – your husband told me to address you by this title, rather than Miss or Mistress – we aren’t joking. I won, so I get to be your gift.”

The Hostess was taken quite aback. She looked hard into both men’s faces, and saw no glint of humor. Their expressions were serious. “This isn’t an elaborate joke of some kind?”

No, my dear. We’re very serious,” her husband replied. “Carter desires to be your plaything for a week. In a way, he is my gift to you, for being such a wonderful wife.”

But honey,” she rebutted, “I train females with dogs. I’ve never had a male plaything before, darling. I admit it’s intriguing, but…” her voice trailed off.

Turning to face Carter, she asked, “Why ever would you want to do this?”

I hope I don’t sound like I’m bragging if I tell you that I’m a very influential lawyer, Hostess. I have a very high pressure job. When I watched you at the dinner party, I was smitten by your command, your control, and your poise. My heart was beating furiously as we all participated in the contest your husband proposed, and I was elated to win. I wish to be controlled by you for this week. It’ll be a relief to give up control and serve you. I’ve submitted to other women in the past, if that makes you feel any better about this.” His voice and sincerity were compelling.

Thinking quietly for a few minutes, the Hostess stated, “OK. I admit I’m fascinated. What did those other women have you do? How did they treat you?”

Carter cast his mind back to several different earlier such encounters. Ummm. They sometimes had me naked, or dressed in frilly feminine things. They might make me crawl around on a leash. I’ve had to service them or their friends orally. I’ve been commanded to do housework. They might tie me up. Abuse me verbally. Spank me. So much depended on their whims of the moment. It was quite exhilarating.”

The Hostess tried to visualize these things as he stated them. “Dressing him up might be fun,” she mused. “Having him crawl around like a dog on a leash, naked, would be enjoyable. The servants handle the housework, but maybe we could have him act the role in one room.” Her thoughts continued. “Oh! Maybe while I have some friends over for tea, or something. That might be impressive to them, and humiliating to him.” She began to see some enjoyable possibilities, now that she’d heard examples from his past. But there was something quite important she had to know.

There must be some sort of limits of what they were permitted. Right, shyster?” she inquired.

He quailed, hearing himself referred to as a shady attorney; her verbal abuse had begun, and a quiet thrill went through his body. “Yes, Hostess. Thank you for being thoughtful about this. Things can’t impact my job, such as the court case I have on Wednesday – I must attend that. And nothing permanent can be done to my body. No piercings, tattoos, etc. Otherwise, I’m in your hands.”

Determined to test his resolve, The Hostess slipped off her shoe. “Show me how you worship my foot, Carter,” she directed.

Quickly Carter knelt humbly, took her dainty foot in his hands, and rubbed his soft, clean shaven cheeks all over it. He kissed it tenderly, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. After that, he licked both the top and bottom of her foot. That’s when he started sucking her toes, making sounds of appreciation deep in his throat. Electric shock-waves of pleasure raced to her pussy as he suckled her toes passionately.

After several minutes, clutching the cushions of the seat on which she sat, the Hostess lifted her leg up over her other thigh. “You may include my calf in your worship, now,” she commanded.

Carter’s warm, soft lips climbed from her heel to the side of her knee. The Hostess bit her lip because of the unexpected intensity of the pleasure this produced. She looked at her husband. “You’re OK with this?” she asked. In response, she saw a huge grin on his face. Looking down at his crotch, she saw his trouser material was tented by his straining erection. She fancied she could see a drop of moisture seeping through, where the head of his cock bulged. “Hmmm. I see you’re not only OK, this really turns you on, seeing him worship me,” she commented.

Yes, my dear,” he confirmed. I love seeing the blissful expression on your face, and the way your body is shivering in delight right now.”

The Hostess took a very deep breath, making her breasts expand and strain at her dressing gown. Her body shook erotically and her hand dug harder into the cushions. “Very well, we’ll keep him,” she sighed. “Stop now, Carter.”

The submissive lawyer gently released her foot and leg, and sat back on his heels, saying, “Thank you, Hostess. I hope my service will be pleasing to you.” Her acceptance of him placed a twinkle of joy in his eyes.

The Hostess checked the clock. She knew her girls would be here any minute, due to their characteristic promptness. An idea bloomed in her mind to begin Carter’s ordeal of embarrassment.

Stand up…” she hesitated, trying to think of a demeaning label, finally settling on, “… worm.” She waited until he was on his feet again, then continued, “Unzip your trousers, and pull out your cock and balls. I want them completely free, dangling in front of you. When you’ve accomplished that, remain standing with your hands behind your head.”

Carter complied, struggling slightly to work his now erect cock free of his underpants through the opening in his pants. With more effort, he fished his scrotum also out through the opening, his testicles shifting slightly as they reacted to the cooler air. Carter’s face took on a red hue as he exposed himself to the Hostess and her husband. The couple whispered and chuckled to each other too quietly for Carter to make out their words, but they were both eyeing his sexual equipment. He was pretty certain he head the Hostess say the words ‘pencil dick’ which made his heart accelerate as her humiliation titillated him.

There was a sound outside. “I think I hear a car in the drive,” the Hostess stated. “It must be the girls. Stand up straight, and keep your hands behind your head to greet them, Carter. I’ll go to the door myself, darling,” she informed her husband.

She went to the door, waving the servant aside. Greeting Stephanie and Helen with warm hugs and kisses, she whispered a quick synopsis of the situation. Suppressing a giggle, she told the girls how she wanted them to greet Carter.

All three entered the sitting room together. Even though they’d been forewarned, the girls’ expressions registered surprise at seeing Carter standing like that. His erection had not waned one bit. “Stephanie, Helen, I want you to meet Carter. He’s going to be our plaything for this week,” the Hostess stated, grinning.

Stephanie stepped up within a foot of Carter. Looking right into his eyes, her right hand went out and grasped his cock. “Very nice to meet you, Carter,” she said, as her hand shook his cock up and down as if shaking hands. She stepped to one side.

Helen approached, and repeated Stephanie’s performance. Grasping and shaking his cock, she said, “Yes. It’s great to meet you, Carter.” Still holding and shaking his cock, Helen looked over her shoulder at the Hostess and said, “He’s got a very firm handshake.”

All three women laughed merrily as Carter’s face turned crimson. “However,” Helen added. “His skin is sweaty, or something. My palm is getting wet.” Everyone looked more closely. Helen’s palm was getting slippery from the precum now oozing out of Carter’s dick. Even though he was intensely embarrassed, he found his situation certainly arousing.

Then let’s cool him down,” the Hostess declared. “Undress him, girls. Carter, only move if one of my girls indicates she wants you to move.”

Carter swallowed visibly before saying, “Yes, Hostess.”

Stephanie undid his tie, and went to work on the buttons on his shirt and sleeves. Helen unbuckled his belt, opened the top of his trousers, and pulled both his pants and underpants down to his ankles in a smooth, swift movement. She untied his shoelaces, and in a trice had him step free of everything below his waist. Stephanie lowered his hands to his sides to pull his shirt off, them raised his arms again to yank his undershirt off over his head. The ‘influential’ lawyer now stood naked in a room otherwise occupied by clothed people.

Moving herself to a sofa, the Hostess told her girls, “Sit down on either side of me over here, and take your shoes off.” When they were all situated, she looked at Carter, saying, “Come here, naked toy boy. Kneel sideways on your hands and knees in front of us. Let’s see how good a foot stool he makes,” she told Helen and Stephanie. In moments, all three sets of feminine feet rested on his back.

Stephanie smiled. “It’s rather nice how his warm back is keeping my feet nice and toasty.” Helen nodded, agreeing.

I just hope he doesn’t dribble all over my clean carpet,” the Hostess said in a stage whisper, making the two girls titter merrily. “My dear,” she called out to her husband, “please get me paper and pen. I need to make a list of things we might need this week.”

Consulting quietly with her two girls, the Hostess formulated a list of items. When she handed it to her husband, he checked off a few things, stating, “I anticipated some of this. I’ll send a servant for the rest.”

Thank you, darling,” the Hostess said. “And thanks for such a thoughtful gift. I’m sure Stephanie and Helen will help me get a lot of joy, playing with it.” Carter quivered under their feet, realizing that not one, but three, women would be dominating him during this week. Submitting to three lovely women was more than he’d dreamed of since winning the contest.

Luckily, the women’s feet were not too heavy, so his back was not aching too much by being a footstool all morning. His neck, however, hurt from trying to hold his head up, so he found it expedient to let it hang down, staring towards the floor. From time to time, some woman’s foot left his back to slip under his torso and nudge his dangling manhood. Sometimes the toes would flex, softly caressing his sensitive flesh, but never enough to fully arouse him.

At lunchtime, everyone but Carter sat at the dining table, enjoying their repast. Carter got to eat the same foods, but they’d been cut up into bite-sized pieces, and served on the floor in a dog bowl, alongside a bowl of water. The Hostess, whose lifestyle dealt with canines, obviously felt most comfortable treating him like a dog. “When you drink, Carter, lap your tongue against the far side of the bowl, and try not to slop water on the floor. And don’t use your hands when eating.”

Yes, Hostess,” he acknowledged humbly. To his chagrin, the girls also made him sit up and beg for treats from their plates. Each time he reared back onto his haunches, to place his front ‘paws’ on either side of his mouth in a dog begging posture, they remarked how this exposed his jutting cock, which waggled beneath his belly. No doubt this is why the girls kept encouraging this behavior.

After lunch, the Hostess said, “Carter, you may get off your hands and knees for a while and take a rest. Sit on the floor with your back wedged into the corner of the room. Keep your feet flat on the floor and your knees wide apart.” Helen whispered something to her. “Oh yes. Good idea, Helen.” Addressing Carter once again, she added, “Pump your dick slowly as you sit there. Keep it nice and stiff, but don’t cum.”

Y… y… yes, Hostess,” he stammered, flushing a deep red as everyone watched him start pumping his cock. Stephanie and Helen licked their lips suggestively, eyes gleaming with interest.

After a brief interlude, a female servant entered, and handed the Hostess a large dog collar, a sturdy leash, and a rather hideous tie. If the servant was surprised to see a naked man, sitting on the floor, playing with his dick, she gave no evidence of it. The Hostess whispered something to the servant, who smiled and nodded her understanding before she left the room.

Approaching Carter, the Hostess secured the dog collar around his neck, and attached the leash to it. She added the hideous tie to his ensemble. “Back on your hands and knees now, Carter.”

A few minutes later, two servants led in Benny, the Rottweiler, and Sky, the Akita. Both well trained dogs trotted proudly over to their respective bitches: Benny to Stephanie, and Sky to Helen. The girls petted them, cooed to them and snuggled them joyfully.

The Hostess led Carter away from the wall, bringing his presence to the attention of the dogs, whose ears pricked up, seeing a stranger. The Hostess spoke, “Benny. Sky. Friend. Greet.” Benny approached first, shoving his snout against Carter’s ass hole, sniffing it, and then trotting in front of Carter, backing his ass into Carter’s face.

Carter, follow proper dog protocol. Sniff his ass loud enough that he can hear you doing it,” she commanded.

Mortified, Carter did as he was told. His nose was only millimeters from Benny’s puckered ass hole as he inhaled loudly. Sky was already sniffing Carter’s ass hole in greeting, and blasted his scrotum with warm air issuing from his muzzle as he half snorted, half sneezed. When Sky backed into Carter’s face, he was so enthusiastic that he bumped his ass hole hard against Carter’s nose as the lawyer was dutifully inhaling! The laughter this caused made Carter wish he could vanish.

It’s a beautiful afternoon, ladies,” the Hostess said. “Let’s take our animals for a long stroll through the gardens.” Helen took Sky’s leash, and Stephanie took Benny’s. The Hostess led the submissive lawyer outside on his own leash. They had to move slowly, because Carter was not used to so much crawling.

As he crawled, Carter noticed a servant sitting on a bench, watching the trio of women leading their ‘dogs’ around the pathways. And then another servant. And then a pair of them. Apparently the entire household was outside, watching him crawl around on a leash!

It was true. The Hostess had whispered to the servant who’d brought her the leash and the collar, “Tell all the staff to come outside and enjoy a break in the sunshine. I want them to see this silly naked man crawl around like a dog, and to make comments to humiliate him.”

Consequently, Carter heard someone on the staff say, “Looks like our employers have themselves a new dog.”

Yes, and it’s not nearly as lovely as Benny and Sky. Look at that forlorn, mopey expression. No pride at all. Just a common mutt.”

Is that its tail, drooping between his legs?”

No. That’s its dick. Pitiful looking thing, isn’t it? A shrunken pink rod of flesh, lacking a knot at its base.”

He’ll be useless to cover any bitches. Maybe he’s been neutered?”

He still has testicles. Look at them swaying under his butt. Poor, pitiful creature.”

OMG! Look at that tie the new dog is wearing! His sense of style is repulsive, as well. Yuck!”

With each comment, Carter’s embarrassment grew. His mind retreated into a deeper state of submission. Perversely, he found pleasure in this degradation. Gone were the cares of his work and career. He was truly ‘in the moment’ as the Hostess paraded him around. Suddenly, a biological urge struck. He stopped crawling. The Hostess, feeling the increase of tension on the leash, stopped and looked back at him, an expression of inquiry on her face.

Gritting his teeth, Carter whispered, “I’m sorry, Hostess, but I really need to pee badly all of a sudden.”

With a warm smile, she responded, “That’s not a problem. Come over here.” She tugged him over to a bush. “Lift your leg, and piss like a dog does,” she instructed him.

He was abashed. Several people were watching intently. But his bladder was demanding relief. Not daring to make eye contact with anyone, he lifted his leg, and released a long, hot stream of piss onto the bush. The humiliation of urinating in public in this obscene manner blended with the sheer pleasure of comfort obtained by the sensations of emptying that overstretched organ.

As the Hostess moved him away from the bush, a few dribbles still dripping from his cock, Benny quickly pulled Stephanie over to the same bush, raised his leg, and squirted his own piss atop Carter’s, marking the spot and making the fact that he was still the alpha male in this pack. Seeing this, the staff erupted in laughter, some of them holding their sides as they shook. Others laughed so hard that tears streamed along their cheeks. Carter’s humiliation peaked.

Finally, the Hostess led him back into the house, removed the leash and collar and told him, “Dress, Carter, but wear the tie I gave you until bedtime, as a clear reminder of what you’ve gotten yourself into, this week. I’m done with you for today. Be here tomorrow morning at 10.”

I will, Hostess. Thank you for your attention today. May I humbly kiss your foot before I depart?”

You may, Carter,” she replied, slipping off her shoe, and letting him press his lips to her instep. She watched him dress after that, and depart.


The next morning, Carter appeared promptly at 10 o’clock. The Hostess stopped him at her doorstep. “Remove your clothing right now, Carter. Put all your clothes into your car, and once that’s done, lock it. Then bring me the keys in your mouth, walking with your hands interlaced behind your head.”

Carter looked left and right. The gardeners were trimming hedges on either side of the door, but they stopped briefly to watch this well dressed gentleman strip himself completely naked, there in the bright sunshine. With as much dignity as he could muster, Carter gathered his clothing into his arms and strode purposefully to his car. He inadvertently mooned one of the gardeners as he leaned in to place his clothes on the car seat. Gripping his keys with his teeth, he placed his hands behind his head, exposing himself completely. His limp cock flopped ludicrously from side to side as he returned to give his keys to the Hostess.

A gardener muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘loco’ as Carter passed him. Carter’s second day of service was off to a nicely demeaning start. As he entered the sitting room with the Hostess, he noticed loose sheets of paper scattered all over the room.

Fetch all the loose papers to me, but crawl as you do it, and use only your mouth to pick them up and carry them,” she commanded him. She then sat regally on a chair, and watched the nude lawyer scurry around the room. He could only pick up one sheet of paper at a time, and could only do that if he wet his lips enough to make the paper stick to them. He almost had to nuzzle her lap to make the paper come loose from his lips.

The Hostess wondered if Carter could scent that her period had started that morning. Her dogs certainly indicated they could, taking an inordinate interest in her crotch earlier that morning. He mentioned nothing about it, intent on his task. The Hostess was merely keeping him occupied until the girls arrived. Therefore, when Carter had gathered up most of the papers, the Hostess flung a handful from her lap high into the air, and they drifted all over the room anew. She fancied she may have heard a groan of dismay from Carter when she did this. Actually, though, in a way, he was enjoying this mindless task, since focusing upon it took his mind off of his work.

Carter was still gathering papers with his mouth when Helen and Stephanie arrived. They giggled when they saw the task he was performing, making him flush a lovely shade of red. But the Hostess also noticed that Carter’s cock was reacting to the presence of the girls. It was elongating and stiffening, signaling his arousal at being seen nude by the two lovely young women.

Stephanie chortled, “Look at his micro-dick, trying to assert itself.”

Laughing, Helen strolled over to him, leaned down and slapped his dick sharply, saying, “Wake up, you pitiful example of a penis.” Carter winced, but obediently scurried away to pick up more papers.

When all the papers were finally gathered, the Hostess said to Carter, “Stand up to give your knees a rest, and walk with us into the training room.” Carter’s knees made creaking and popping sounds as he came erect, and he winced slightly.

As they entered the training room, they were greeted by the Hostess’ husband, who was holding Benny’s leash. The Rottweiler sat quietly, awaiting a command. The Hostess nodded at her husband, who unhooked Benny’s leash in response. The Hostess then snapped her fingers and Benny romped happily up the ramp that led to the sturdy training shelf with the hole in it.

Stephanie and Helen had been briefed yesterday after Carter left as to what was going to happen today. Stephanie, therefore, quietly walked over to stand beneath Benny. Helen went to stand under the training shelf next to that one.

Carter, crawl up the ramp onto the shelf above Helen. Position yourself over its opening,” she instructed her submissive. “Make sure you have a good view of Stephanie and Benny, also. I want you to watch her technique very closely.”

Perhaps uncertain that the ramp and shelf would hold his weight, Carter gingerly inched his way upward. Little did he know that those shelves had held fully grown male Great Danes, weighing in at close to 200 pounds. They were very, very sturdy – the Hostess would never risk the well-being of her precious dogs.

Carter watched as Stephanie reached up through the large hole in the shelf and began caressing Benny’s cock, seductively easing it forward from its furry sheath. His gaze was transfixed as the pink, pointed rod slid forward, its surface covered by a network of scarlet blood vessels. He gasped suddenly as Helen’s cool hands took possession of his own cock, gently pumping and stroking it.

I don’t think it’s fair, Hostess,” Helen complained. “Stephanie’s got a real cock to play with, while I only have this wretched excuse of a dick to work on.”

We all have our trials in life, Helen,” the Hostess said consolingly. She and Helen were smiling inwardly as they heaped scorn on Carter verbally.

The two young women were in no hurry to milk the semen from the cocks in their hands. They were enjoying the warmth and textures of the males’ members. From time to time they bent a dick downward to briefly wrap their lips around its head, giving it a minor suckle, and a swirl with their facile tongues. Then they’d let it pop out of their mouth, the wetness on its tip cooling, creating a delicious sensation. Both males were now leaking precum, but of course Benny was producing a lot more of it than Carter was. Such a thing is common in canines.

Time passed. Sensations built. Male pelvises started a reflexive humping action. They were getting close, and both young ladies knew it. So did the Hostess, who handed each woman a cup, one marked ‘Benny’ and the other marked ‘Carter’. “OK, my sweet girls. They’re ready. Milk them into those cups. I want you to catch every drop of semen that you can, and drain them to the best of your ability.”

Carter was afraid that if he began to orgasm, his eyes might close in ecstasy, and he’d miss seeing Benny’s ejaculation. And for some perverse reason, he really wanted to see that happen, maybe because of the intent but pleased expression on Stephanie’s face as she felt Benny’s reactions and listened to his warning whines. So he fought off his climax, eyes focused on the tip of Benny’s dick.

One moment nothing was happening. The next, several massive streams of semen jetted from Benny’s cock, expertly caught in the cup held by Stephanie. Since Carter’d been holding off his release, his sensation had built higher than he’d ever experienced before. With an overpowering surge, his entire manhood, from his testicles to the tip of his penis, seemed to undergo a massive contraction, causing a copious amount of semen to spurt into Helen’s cup. And that was only the first spurt. She kept milking his shaft, and he kept spurting, his entire body shaking and shuddering. His eyes did squeeze closed, as if by squeezing his eyelids together he could squeeze even more cum from his convulsing body.

Helen kept pumping his cock, even after it stopped emitting fluids. It’s hypersensitivity made Carter moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He felt as if his contractions were trying to force his testicles themselves out of his cock and into the cup below it. Finally, Helen gave a last stripping action to the length of his shaft, scraping the final drop from the head of his cock against the inner rim of the cup.

Benny had much more stamina than Carter did. A few minutes after he finished cumming, the Rottweiler trotted down the ramp, to be petted and praised by the Hostess, and then led away by a servant. Carter was allowed to remain slumped on his shelf for a good ten minutes, catching his breath and recovering control of his limbs. When he inched his way back down the ramp, he too was petted and praised by the Hostess, in an almost identical manner to the way she treated Benny.

Have a seat here, Carter,” the Hostess told him, indicating a chair. After he was seated, he was blindfolded. “Can you see anything at all, slut toy?” she asked.

No, Hostess. I see nothing but black,” he replied.

She silently signaled to Stephanie and Helen to exchange the cups. “Very well. Stephanie and Helen will take turns giving you sips of semen from their cups. You’re to compare and contrast them.”

Carter shook slightly, and gripped the arms of the chair. “But Hostess,” he sputtered, “one of those cups contains dog semen, doesn’t it?”

Yes, slut boy, it does. And what’s your point?” she said with a haughty tone of voice.

Carter’s Adam’s apple bounced up and down nervously in his throat before he finally answered, “Ummm. Nothing, Hostess. I’m sorry I spoke.”

Fine. Proceed, Stephanie,” she ordered.

Stephanie gave Carter a sip from the cup she was holding. Carter, thinking it was dog semen, made a strange expression with his lips as he tasted it, but stoically said nothing.

Helen, your turn,” the Hostess said.

Helen gave Carter a sip of the actual dog semen. Carter imagined it was his own, and after carefully swishing it around on his tongue, smiled tentatively as he swallowed.

So, Carter, which was preferable?” the Hostess asked.

I think the second one was, Hostess,” he whispered.

Oh? And why do you think that?” she queried.

Well, Hostess, it seemed a bit sweeter and sort of smooth tasting, I think,” he replied.

You don’t sound fully convinced. Stephanie, give him a better taste of the first one again. Let him drink most of it this time,” the Hostess told her.

Stephanie held the cup to his lips, carefully tilting it as he gamely swallowed the poorer specimen. When she tilted the cup back away, he was indeed making a disapproving curve with his lips as his throat worked to clear his mouth.

Now, Helen, give him quite a bit from your cup for comparison,” she instructed the grinning woman.

Helen helped Carter drink most of the remaining dog semen. When his throat stopped its swallowing actions, he declared, “I’m certain, Hostess. The semen Helen gave me was definitely preferable in flavor.”

The Hostess pulled his blindfold off. “Excellent,” she stated. “I’m so very pleased that you preferred the dog semen that Benny provided, over your own!”

Carter was shocked when he saw that the cup Helen was holding was clearly marked ‘Benny’. “OMG!” he said, aghast. “It can’t be!”

There’s still a little left in each cup, slut boy,” the Hostess said, chuckling. “Finish them, and compare as you do.”

Carter took the cup from Stephanie, drank what was left, and followed that by drinking what was left in Helen’s cup. He was speechless for a few moments, then said, “I never would have believed it. But it’s true.”

All three women burst out laughing at his incredulous tone of voice. They all went to the dining room, and this time, Carter was permitted to sit on a chair as the rest of them did, although he was the only one of them who was naked. They dined on a scrumptious repast.

When they were finished, the Hostess had Carter do their dishes. The kitchen staff were instructed to relax and enjoy the sight of a naked man doing the washing up for once. Carter’s cheeks were bright red as the staff pulled up chairs within touching distance to closely observe his actions. Truth be told, they were staring a lot more at his wobbling cock and balls than they were at what his hands were doing. It wasn’t every day that they got such a show.

After he finished washing and drying the dishes, the Hostess led Carter back to the training room. Once there, she put the dog collar back onto his neck and attached a leash. She had him get back down onto his hands and knees, and covered his face with a very realistic dog mask, which let him see clearly, but hid his identity. Lubing up a butt plug with a real-looking dog tail attached to it, she inserted this into his anus, causing him to grunt. Stephanie and Helen watched these proceedings with rapt attention.

Get ready, girls,” the Hostess told them. The two women adjusted their upper clothing to look eye-fetchingly provocative, removing their bras and leaving the top several blouse buttons undone. They all trooped out to a waiting car, which had two rows of seat for people, behind which was an open space that contained a large dog cage. Carter was loaded into the dog cage, not without some hesitancy on his part.

Helen sat in the front passenger seat, and Stephanie took the seat behind her. The Hostess planned to ride in the seat behind the chauffeur. But before she got in, she wanted to see what people viewing the car from its right side would see. Helen and Stephanie both had their windows wide open, and their seat belts didn’t prevent them from turning sideways to stack their breasts on display atop the window openings.

No nipples or areolae were on view for either the blonde in the front seat, or her red-headed friend behind her. But enough was visible to draw the eyes of onlookers. And, if they tore their eyes away from the women’s mammary displays, they would then see a naked man, cock dangling under his belly, wearing a dog mask and tail, kneeling in a dog cage. The Hostess imagined they would seriously doubt that they’d actually seen that, putting it down to some trick of the light.

She climbed in, and the chauffeur drove them in a long, circuitous route, weaving back and forth through city traffic along the many downtown streets. When they did have to stop at traffic lights, the girls struck up smiling conversations with curious onlookers, for the most part distracting them from looking hard into the rear of the car. But there were occasional loud gasps as Carter was ultimately spotted. Super mortified, he was grateful for the mask, and gradually became thrilled at participating in this strange, zany adventure.

When their journey ended, Carter’s mask was removed so he could kiss all three women’s feet, and was told when to arrive the next day. Just before he dressed to leave, he bent over in front of the women as the Hostess gingerly pulled the butt plug from his ass. It made a rude sound as it emerged, and his ass hole gaped slightly until it disappeared from sight beneath his underpants.


The next morning, the Hostess was alone when Carter arrived. “Strip, and kneel before me, knees well apart,” she told him.

When he’d achieved the proper pose, she asked, “How is your week proceeding, Carter? Is it all you’d hoped for? Please speak frankly.”

He cleared his throat, considering how to answer. He knew what he really wanted, but he was afraid of being too forward. On the other hand, she had requested that he speak his mind. He decided to start with praise. Looking into her eyes, he began, “Hostess, the last two days were amazing. You truly have a gift for creating embarrassing, humiliating situations for me. I get so lost in my emotions that it takes me completely into the submissive state that I crave.” He hesitated, lowering his eyes.

Smiling, she sensed there was something else. “Thank you, Carter. But I believe you’re leaving something out. What is it?” she asked, gently.

Well, Hostess…” His heart was pounding hard. He was praying she’d be OK with what he was about to say – that she wouldn’t get incensed, and perhaps even throw him out. “That first day, when you told me to worship your foot. I hope you could tell how much that thrilled me.”

Her smile broadened, as she remembered how tingly she had gotten when his lips were pressed with such fervor to her foot and calf. “Yes, I could tell how that moved you. So?”

S… s… so,” he stammered, “since then, other than a brief kiss on your foot, along with Helen’s and Stephanie’s, I haven’t had the opportunity to use my mouth on you at all.” Whether by coincidence or by design, at this moment his eyes were gazing at her crotch.

Oh?” the Mistress intoned, her brow arching. “You want to use your mouth on me somewhere else, Carter?” she asked softly. “Where?”

He mumbled an answer, not daring to look at her.

What? Speak up. I ordered you to speak clearly,” she reminded him.

Your… your pussy, Hostess. I’ve dreamed about using my mouth there. Please forgive me, if the thought of that offends you.”

I’m not offended, Carter,” she assured him. “But are you truly certain you want to do this? I’m not sure you’d really enjoy it.”

Heartened by her lack of censure, he boldly stated, “Other women have told me I’m fantastic at cunnilingus, Hostess. I’d love to eat you until you cum.”

Far be it from me to fail to test your skills, so clearly and passionately stated, slut boy,” she laughed as she stood up. She unhooked and dropped her skirt, and gracefully peeled down her panties, stepping free.

That’s when Carter saw the string dangling from her labia. She was wearing a tampon! She saw the look on his face. Standing arms akimbo, pelvis tilted back to give him a good look, she asked, “Want to change your mind, lowly slut boy?”

To his amazement, rather than repulsion, a perverse sense of excitement swept through him. This might be the greatest debasement he’d ever experienced. The almost taboo nature of eating out the cunt of a menstruating woman struck a chord that jangled through him like a sort of drug. “No, Hostess,” he said, his voice hoarse with rising passion. “I want to eat your cunt until you scream with pleasure.”

She heard the ring of sincerity in his voice, and was elated. She always felt more horny when she was flowing, and usually only her dogs helped her deal with it. Therefore, she sat well forward on a leather chair with her pussy dangling in front of its seat, parted her thighs, and said, “Come. Use your mouth on me,” in a husky voice.

Carter scooted forward on his knees, bent, and seized the tampon string in his teeth. Looking into her face, his eyes glowing with excitement, he leaned backwards, slowly drawing the bloody tampon out of her depths. She felt every thrilling millimeter of its movement.

When her tampon came free, the strong scent of her cunt was intense. Carter turned his head, and the Hostess was briefly worried that he was being put off by that odor. But he was merely turning his head to drop the bloody tampon into the wastebasket next to her chair, rather than risk soiling her floor. That task safely accomplished, his head swiveled back, and his magical lips covered her labia as his tongue began its torrid exploration of her womanhood.

He ate her vigorously. He ate her with obvious gusto. Those lips of his, which had sent shock-waves of pleasure to her pussy when he’d sucked her toes two days before, were much, much more effective on her cunt itself. As soon as he started to suck, lick, and probe with his talented tongue, she gripped the chair arms firmly and moaned long and hard.

His tongue was flipping, deep inside her when he shifted his mouth position slightly, letting his lips include her clit in the gentle suction of his mouth. The sensations peaked. She bucked once, twice, against his mouth, and came. Carter sucked and swallowed the entire time she shook and moaned.

Since he’d accomplished his stated goal of bringing her to orgasm, she expected him to stop at this point. If anything, he got more enthusiastic. Having been told to use his mouth on her cunt, he didn’t probe her with his fingers. But he did manage to slip his hands underneath her butt, cupping each ass cheek in a firm grip, and pulling her harder against his face. His tongue seemed to go deeper now. The Hostess’ eyes were going out of focus as her pleasure built, and perhaps rolling back, as her body was inundated with yet another orgasm. Her knuckles were white with gripping the arms of the chair to stop herself from falling over as she climaxed this second time.

But Carter still kept eating her pussy, relentlessly. “Is he trying to kill me with pleasure?” her mind shrieked, as her heart thudded loudly in her chest, and her lungs sucked massive quantities of air, trying to oxygenate her straining muscles. By now, Carter had lifted her ass completely up off the chair cushion, and he had his eyes closed as he concentrated on using his tongue in her depths, its tip occasionally flicking over her sensitive cervix. His lips were pressing and rubbing on her swollen, throbbing clit, sending jolts of excitement to her core.

Suddenly, the Hostess realized what Carter’s actual goal was. He’d stated it quite clearly. As this third, overwhelmingly massive orgasm crashed through her body, the Hostess took a deep breath, tilted her head back… and… held off for another critical few seconds… then…

She screamed, “I’m cumming!!!” and shrieked and shrieked as her body writhed and shuddered against his all consuming mouth and lips. Her orgasm prolonged… prolonged… and then she finally went limp in his hands. Carter smiled – he’d eaten her until she screamed with pleasure. He lowered her ass gently to the cushion, slid his hands out from under her, and began softly licking and kissing her still pulsating flesh. He was no longer trying to stimulate her – he was humbly cleaning her cunt free of her blood and cum.

Both of them sated, Carter rested his cheek on her warm inner thigh, and basked in the feeling of a job well done in pleasing her. They remained like this, drifting in a drowsy haze of enjoyment, until Stephanie and Helen arrived. A servant showed them into the room. Their eyes widened in surprise as they comprehended what had recently transpired.

Stephanie whispered softly to Helen, “He ate her cunt while she’s having her period!”

Helen responded, “I can see that. To be honest, the thought makes me feel a bit queasy. But they both seem happy.” Stephanie nodded, saying nothing more.

The Hostess gradually opened her eyes, and saw the two young women sitting quietly, watching Carter braced against her naked inner thigh. She smiled, saying, “Welcome, ladies. As you might have guessed, Carter just gave me an amazing performance of cunnilingus.”

Carter opened his eyes upon hearing his name, smiled bashfully, and straightened himself back onto his knees. His cock was more than half turgid, as the memory of his recent actions aroused his libido anew.

I feel he’s earned a reward for being so focused on pleasuring me. So, before we proceed to what I planned for Carter’s training today, I want to provide him with a special treat. Ladies, please disrobe.”

Stephanie and Helen had no qualms about nudity, either with or without Carter present, as the Hostess knew. In a few minutes, they were as naked as the day they were born, their clothing neatly folded and placed aside. “Everyone follow me into the training room,” the Hostess declared.

Her husband was waiting in the room. He grinned, realizing his spouse was changing her training plan as he saw her lead the trio to a padded bench, about the height of a piano bench, but wider and longer. “Helen, place yourself face up on this bench,” she said. She waited until Helen was positioned, then turned to Stephanie. “Now climb atop your friend, face down, and you can both embrace one another.” Stephanie happily complied, giggling and wriggling as she pressed her warm skin against her friend’s.

Turning to Carter, the Hostess said, “Your reward, Carter, is that you get to lick and finger their pussies until they’re quite wet and aroused. Then I want you to fuck them both to orgasm, and when you start to orgasm yourself, make sure each of them gets a spurt or two of your cum.”

Carter’s eyes lit up with glee. “Yes, Hostess! I’ll do my very best!” Helen and Stephanie looked up at him, winked, and giggled, waggling their pussies invitingly, indicating how favorable they were finding this assignment.

My dear,” the Hostess told her spouse, “please hold the girls’ ankles on that side, while I hold them on my side. We’ll keep their thighs open for easy access.” Her husband smiled his agreement, and the two of them spread the girls wide open.

Carter straddled the end of the bench, leaned over, and began licking the women’s labia. Their pussies were lined up, stacked atop one another in such a way that his tongue could plow its way in one continuous stroke from one furrow directly into the next, as if it was one long slit. His tongue not only washed their labia until they gleamed, it also forced the swelling labia sideways, exposing both pink vaginal openings.

Carter lifted his torso more upright, easily straddling the bench. His fingers began exploring those exposed tunnels, making the women squirm with delight. Their squirming actions made them grind against one another in a fetching manner. Soon they were kissing passionately as Carter’s fingers plunged in and out of them with loud squishing sounds. The air in the room was filling with the heady perfume of aroused cunts.

Carter shuffled slightly forward, pressed his now fully rampant cock downward, almost parallel to the top of the bench, and aimed carefully. Helen gasped into Stephanie’s mouth as she felt her vaginal ring stretch to accommodate the cock which smoothly slid inward, filling her. Carter pumped his cock inside her for perhaps a minute, then backed up a bit to slide free from Helen. Now it was Stephanie’s turn to gasp as she felt him enter her, and begin fucking her deeply for a minute or two, before re-entering Helen.

The women embraced each other more firmly, holding one another in place as their bodies were buffeted by his thrusts in this alternating fashion. Their cunts were lubricating like mad, drooling onto his cock and onto the bench beneath Helen. His thrusting motions were making their clits press and rub against one another. Their stiffened nipples pressed together, bending and rubbing from the motions of their bodies. They were kissing passionately now, tongues intertwined. The Hostess knew they were getting close to cumming.

Carter was fucking Stephanie when suddenly Helen broke off from kissing Stephanie to groan, “Oh wow! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Apparently, the combination of nipple and clit rubbing, plus Stephanie’s passionate kiss sent her over the edge. Indeed, her cunt gushed, spraying her cum onto Stephanie’s groin and Carter’s cock base and balls.

Helen’s cry and trembling triggered Stephanie’s orgasm. She stiffened, and moaned loudly, “OMG! I am too! Ahhhhhh!” Her body convulsed, and her cunt muscles tightened on Carter’s cock. This proved to be too much for him to hold back any longer.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Carter yelled as he pumped a hot spurt of semen into Stephanie. The Hostess watched as he dutifully yanked his cock free from her just as the second spurt jetted from the head of his cock, splatting all over the outer surfaces of the women’s stacked sexual regions. He managed to shove his dick into Helen, and she screamed with pleasure as she felt his cock twitch inside her as it spewed the next part of his load into her receptive cunt.

Blindly, Carter was now pulling his dick out of one woman, tilting his pelvis and shoving it into someone’s cunt. Sometimes he hit the same cunt twice in a row, and sometimes he spurted while still in transition from one to the other. Needless to say, the whole area was a sticky mess of cum before all three of them came to a shuddering halt. The women were still in a close embrace, kissing again, and Carter had his hands hooked on either side of their torsos, down where their torsos became their thighs. His dick was firmly planted into someone’s cunt, but he’d lost track of whose. Gradually, his cock softened, and slipped free as it went limp.

Go have a seat in a chair while you recover, Carter,” the Hostess commanded. With a grateful smile, he complied, slumping spent in the chair. She and her husband eased the women’s legs back together, in line with the length of the bench. Everyone had a rest.

After that, servants brought in Benny, Sky, and Domino, the bulldog Carter had seen with the Master’s girl at the party. The Hostess addressed the trio of dogs, “Benny, sit. Sky, sit. Domino, sit.” The dogs promptly sat where they stood, keenly watching their owner for further commands. “OK, ladies,” the Hostess began. “Teach Carter how to masturbate a dog. Carter, you’ll work with Domino.”

She watched as Stephanie and Helen began manipulating their dog’s cock, the naked women carefully showing Carter how to stroke, squeeze and fondle. Carter, blushing furiously, tried to imitate their actions, but it was obvious he wasn’t at all comfortable touching a dog’s penis.

The Hostess leaned close to his head and whispered loudly, “It’s not that different from jacking off your own cock, at which I’m sure you’re quite experienced.” The woman chortled as Carter shyly ducked his head, hating to admit that he indulged in such activity. But his hand grasped Domino’s cock more firmly, and the dog began making sounds of appreciation.

Soon, dog tails, stubby or not, were thumping merrily on the floor as the dogs panted and whined. Canine precum was spraying copiously from the tips of those strangely shaped cocks. A shuddering grunt emerged from Sky’s throat as his cock spewed cum onto Helen’s torso. Once he’d finished, she petted and praised him for being such a good boy.

Benny ejaculated on Stephanie a few minutes later, splattering her chin, neck, breasts, belly and mound. She was awash in canine semen, and beaming happiness. She wrapped her arms around Benny’s neck, hugging and kissing him in gratitude. His lolling tongue lapped her cheek in seeming thanks.

Both women scooted over to flank Carter on either side. “Come on, Carter. Pump him a little faster, and place your other hand around the base of his dick, and press it against his knot,” Helen advised. The women watched avidly as Carter followed those instructions. Carter was so shocked when Domino began spurting that he completely let go of the dog’s cock. No longer being controlled or aimed, dog sperm sprayed all three of them, right in their faces! Carter looked dismayed, but Helen and Stephanie began laughing so hard that they held their sides as they rolled on the floor. The Hostess grinned, happy to see them having such a good time.

After they cleaned up and returned to the sitting room, the Hostess said, “Carter, tomorrow is Wednesday, and you said you had to go to court, correct?”

Yes, Hostess,” he answered. “It’s my only unbreakable commitment for this week.”

And what time must you be there?” she inquired.

I should be at my office by about 9 am, Hostess. And then at the courthouse, starting at 11 am.”

Very well. Two things. Come over here,” she instructed him. As he stood next to her chair, she produced a metallic cock cage. It was gorgeous – gleaming stainless steel with thin, open parallel bars that ran the short length of a limp cock. Those bars arced together over the point where the cock head would be cradled, and united in a tiny round hole, strategically positioned to let the wearer piss freely. It had a ring through which the wearer’s scrotum could be threaded, and another ring to lock the device around the base of the penis’ shaft. Its overall shape included the slight downward curve typical of a limp, dangling cock. The Hostess took great pleasure in attaching the cage over Carter’s currently shriveled cock. His recent massive ejaculation had depleted it so much that it barely reacted to her touch as she adjusted it snugly on his manhood. She snapped the lock shut.

Carter pulled on his underpants and pants, and everyone looked at the bulge in his crotch. “Ummm. Hostess? I’m not sure I can wear this into the courtroom. The metallic cage shows through my trousers,” he pointed out.

Don’t worry, Carter. I said there were two things, if you’ll recall. The second is this. Helen will visit your office sometime around 9:30, and I will arrive at about 10:30. Make certain that we’ll be expected by your staff, no questions asked. Do you understand?”

Carter looked a little confused, but repeated back what she’d said, and confirmed that he’d see to it. He shifted his clothing uncomfortably, and headed out to his car. The women giggled together in quiet voices, watching his uncharacteristically awkward gait. Apparently, it would be a while before his body got used to having that sensitive part of his anatomy trapped in the weight of the steel.


The next morning, Carter was in his office when his intercom buzzed and his secretary announced, “Miss Helen is here. The lady you told me to expect, Sir.”

Thank you, Marcia,” he responded. “Please send her in.”

Helen appeared in his doorway, and carefully shut the door behind herself. She grinned when she saw how much trouble he was having merely trying to get up out of his chair. “Hi, Carter. How’s it hanging?” she said with a chuckle.

He blushed a delicate pink. “It’s very uncomfortable, to be honest, Helen. It was difficult falling asleep. Every time my body shifted, the weight of the cage tugged at me.”

Does anyone enter your office without knocking?” Helen asked.

No, they don’t. They know better than to barge in when I’m with a client,” he answered.

Then open your pants and let me see,” she instructed him, her eyes gleaming mischievously.

His blush deepened as he unbuckled, unzipped, and lowered his trousers and underpants. Helen gave his sexual equipment a close scrutiny, gently lifting the cage, and giving his ball sack a cursory caress, saying, “It looks wonderful on you.”

I wish you hadn’t touched me like that,” Carter stated. “Now I have the urge to pee.”

It doesn’t stop you from urinating, does it?” she asked curiously.

Well, n… no,” he stammered. “It just looks and feels so strange when I do.”

I see your office has a restroom for just such emergencies,” Helen said, pointing at its open door. “Step out of your pants and underwear, and come with me,” she ordered him.

Together, they entered the restroom, and Helen stood next to the now bottomless lawyer as he faced the toilet. “Go ahead. Piss,” she told him.

With you watching?” he said incredulously. She only nodded and stared at his cock, eager to see him do it.

It took a minute or two for Carter to relax his muscles in this unusual situation, but finally, a stream of yellow urine emerged from the slit in the head of his glans, passed perfectly through the metal ring that encircled that opening, and tinkled into the toilet bowl. Carter’s humiliation peaked as the strong smell of his piss became evident. Helen made no comment, though, merely enjoying the sight.

When they returned to Carter’s desk, Helen scooped up his trousers and underpants, and took them with her as she climbed under his desk. “Have a seat, Carter, and continue going about your business.”

He was about to complain, “With you under there?” but he knew what the answer would be. Sighing, he sat in his chair and rolled forward to his desk. He had to open his thighs wide to prevent bumping his knees into Helen. “I have to make a few phone calls, Helen,” he informed her.

You go right ahead, Carter. Just pretend I’m not here,” she giggled.

He began making his morning calls. As he was doing so, his body jerked when something whisked its way over his scrotum. Still talking on the phone, he peered beneath the desk and saw that Helen had produced a long, fluffy feather which she was using to tickle his exposed ball sack.

Gritting his teeth a bit, he continued gamely talking on the phone. Helen swooshed the feather back and forth, teasing his scrotum, then turned her attention to the shaft of his cock, much of which was available through the thin parallel bars that enclosed it. The tantalizing feather danced on his exposed flesh. The stimulated cock tried to swell, but the cage wouldn’t permit that. Its skin pressed hard against the lengthwise bars, and his glans bulged against the bars arcing together over it. This made more of the skin available to the feather.

As the stimulation intensified, Carter emitted a breathy groan right into the phone. There was a pause while the other party apparently asked him what was wrong. “Uh. I must’ve eaten something for breakfast that disagrees with my stomach,” was his hasty reply.

He groaned much louder when Helen took control of the cock cage with one hand, and, wetting the quill tip of the feather in her mouth, carefully used it to probe the slit in the head of his cock. His knees were shaking as he hastily concluded his phone call, telling the other party he’d recontact them when he felt better.

Putting down his phone, he slumped in his chair, gripping the edges of his desk as Helen went back to using the fluffy part of the feather slowly all over the available parts of his manhood. Even though he couldn’t get an erection, his cock could still leak precum, and it was drooling it in scant amounts. This gentle torture continued until his intercom buzzed, and his secretary announced the arrival of ‘Mrs. H’ which was the agreed upon announcement for the Hostess’ visit. A moment later, she swept majestically into his room.

Looking at his strained, sweating face, she asked, “Is Helen under your desk?” He merely groaned and nodded.

The Hostess came around and peered into his lap. She laughed when she saw her girl playfully applying her feather to his cock and balls. “That must be torture, Carter,” she chuckled. Taking pity on him, she said, “You can stop now Helen, and come out from under his desk. Carter, move your chair back and stand up.”

Carter rolled his chair back to let Helen escape from her ‘captivity’ and stood. He was still groaning in a mixture of pain and humiliation as his cock tried to swell, pressing against the stainless steel that confined it.

It looks like it’s not a good idea to get aroused when caged, Carter,” the Hostess observed, lifting his dangling ball sack for a better look.

Carter grunted and spoke, “I agree, Hostess. I was doing pretty well until your vixen started playing with me.” His voice wasn’t tinged with complaint – he was merely stating a fact.

The Hostess held up a key – the key. “Time to release you,” she said to him.

His expression conveyed deep gratitude. The Hostess inserted the key, gave it a careful twist, and all three of them heard the tiny lock snick open. She gently worked it off the shaft and head of his cock, and freed his ball sack from the encircling restraint, prodding his testicles one at a time through the opening. His cock, freed, inflated slightly. It had angry looking red lines where the skin had pressed hard against the cage bars.

Helen, look what you did to his cock,” the Mistress chided her. “Kiss it and make it all better.” Helen began lovingly using her mouth and lips all over his delicate penile flesh. Carter sighed with relief. “But don’t get carried away, Helen. He’s due in court soon, so no orgasm.”

Helen nodded, mouth still busy. When she stopped, she checked his dick from all angles, making certain that the red mottling had disappeared. “All fixed now, Hostess,” she informed the dominant woman.

The Hostess observed that Carter’s cock was now semi-turgid. It wasn’t curved up and rampant, but the extra blood it now contained made it’s head droop downward, almost to his mid-thigh region. “That’s perfect for what I have in mind now,” she said. While Carter watched with a shocked expression, the Hostess pulled out a roll of medical tape, and proceeded to tape his cock shaft to his left thigh. She wrapped the tape several times around his entire thigh, snugging his cock shaft firmly against that thigh. She deliberately left its head completely exposed.

You were worried that the cock cage would bulge against your trousers. Now nothing should bulge against your pants at all. Put your underpants and pants back on, and let’s have a look,” she told him.

By the time Carter leaned over to gather his underpants and stick first one foot and then the other through its openings, a tiny dribble of precum emerged from his glans and glistened on his thigh. “I think you find this method of trapping your cock arousing, Carter. Right?”

He was struggling to pull on his trousers as he quietly confirmed her assumption, saying, “Yes, I do, Hostess.” He stood fully upright, and there was no evidence of his trapped penis, other than the fact that his stance involved keeping his thighs apart a tiny bit more than usual.

Can you walk freely, Carter?” the Hostess asked.

He experimented, carefully moving around his desk, before replying, “I can indeed, Hostess. Thank you for asking.”

OK. It looks like its time you left for the courthouse. We’ll accompany you, and watch your performance from the visitors section.”

He made no protest, and all three of them went to the courthouse, where the Hostess and Helen watched the proceedings, fascinated by seeing Carter in his normal lawyer role. He appeared to be quite accomplished in his career, from what they could tell. He betrayed no problems with having his cock restrained against his thigh, probably because he was so focused on his job that no hint of arousal crept in.

Hours later, when court was adjourned, the Hostess led Carter to the back seat of her waiting car. The rear windows were darkly tinted, so Carter made no protest when the Hostess had Helen take down his pants, while she herself carefully unwrapped the medical tape, finally freeing his cock.

Carter was told when to show up at the Hostess’ house the next day, and each woman gave his dick a few soft kisses and loving pumps to thank him for being such a good sport. Pulling up and fastening his pants, Carter said good night to them, and headed for his own car.


The next day, Carter, dressed elegantly, arrived in the early afternoon, as scheduled. Entering the house, he dutifully stripped as per the instructions he received the day before, after his time in the courtroom. His clothes went onto hangers, to prevent them from getting wrinkled. Naked now, he knelt in the center of the room, knees well apart, exposing himself, as he awaited the appearance of the Hostess.

Perhaps ten minutes later, she walked in, wearing black leather thigh boots, and a well-fitting black leather corset. The corset emphasized her narrow waist, while pressing upward on her tits in such a manner that they threatened to spill out over its top. She watched his reaction as he drank in the sight of her. It was a very positive reaction. His cock, which had been drooping down over his ball sack, thickened and rose.

Carter hadn’t even noticed that Stephanie and Helen followed the Hostess into the room. This was remarkable, since both of those lovely women were stark naked. He seemed to only have eyes for the Hostess, especially since the region from the tops of her thigh boots to the bottom of her corset was devoid of clothing. He licked his lips, perhaps remembering his oral service to her days earlier.

Carter wasn’t able to ignore the two younger women for long, though. They ended up standing on either side of him as he knelt. Bending over, they positioned their bodies so that his shoulders touched their breastbones, and their tits ended up snuggling against both his back and his chest. Helen took hold of his cock, while Stephanie grasped his scrotum. “Good afternoon, slut boy,” they said in unison. Carter’s cock throbbed in Helen’s hand, and his testicles squirmed across Stephanie’s palm.

I think he’s glad to see us,” Helen reported, grinning.

And it feels like he’s got an especially big load in this,” Stephanie added, lifting his ball sack slightly.

He’d better,” the Mistress agreed. “He didn’t cum at all yesterday. Unless he masturbated last night. Did you masturbate yesterday or today, worm?” she asked him.

His crimson flush signaled that the whole discussion of such a private act was demeaning, but he mumbled, “No, Hostess. I didn’t.”

Cognizant of his discomfort, the Hostess pressed the issue. “Do you ever masturbate, slut? Do you ever touch yourself? Play with yourself?”

He squirmed, his face getting hotter and redder. “Yes, Hostess. Sometimes,” he whispered. The two young women draped on his shoulders giggled into his ears when they heard this confession.

Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t recently,” the Hostess stated. “We’re looking forward to a nice volume today. Oh, by the way, Carter. Have you ever been fucked in your ass?”

Carter’s mouth opened and closed. He was momentarily speechless. “Me? Fucked in my ass?” he choked out, incredulous. “No. No, I haven’t,” he protested, as if his manhood was on trial.

The Hostess grinned. “There’s always a first time. Follow us into the training room, you miserable piece of trash.” She was getting a little more comfortable with the verbal insults, since she knew Carter craved them.

Stand here, and bend over, bracing your hands on your knees, slut,” she told the submissive lawyer. “Two days ago, you got to fuck both of my girls. Today, it’s you that’s going to be fucked.” So saying, she began slathering his ass crack with cool lubricant.

Carter gasped and groaned as the Hostess started working the lube into his ass hole with her fingers. “May we help?” Helen asked.

Certainly, girls,” she answered. “Take over while I put on my strap-on. Work that lube deep inside him, and stretch his ass hole as wide open as you can with your fingers.”

Carter felt the indignity of having two women working their fingers into his nether region. He could imagine they were gleefully watching their fingers penetrate his puckered hole, whose muscles clenched in protest at this invasion. He swiveled his head, and saw the Hostess stepping into a harness, which seemed to have two dildos attached, one long and one short, pointing in opposite directions. He quickly learned why, as the Hostess inserted the shorter dildo into her own cunt, anchoring the harness into position, whereupon she fastened its waist belt just beneath the edge of her corset.

He’s staying very tight,” Stephanie complained, as Carter’s anal muscles again forced her finger outward.

The Hostess sauntered over behind him. Suddenly, there was a loud ‘crack’ sound of flesh on flesh as the Hostess’ palm spanked one of his ass cheeks, hard. Carter yelped in protest. “Hush up, and relax this opening, you unspeakable piece of excrement.” Her hand spanked his other ass cheek as she said this.

Carter felt tears of shame trickle down his cheeks, but his heart was thumping wildly. This sort of attention was what he truly craved and savored. Submitting, he willed his anal ring to relax as much as he could, and the two young women, adding more lubricant, were now able to get two fingers each into his anus, starting to dilate his opening.

The Hostess came around to his front. “Since you’re leaning over so nicely, you may as well get my dildo wet. You’ll find your saliva will make its insertion much more tolerable.” She placed the dildo before his lips.

He looked at it through his tears. It looked huge. He couldn’t believe it would fit into his ass. Opening his mouth, he had to stretch his lips around its bulbous head. He slobbered on it rather frantically. The distraction of the dildo in his mouth took his mind off the fingers shoving lubricant into his ass hole. Helen whistled appreciatively, saying, “There! It’s really opening now.” Indeed, she and Stephanie were able to peer quite a good distance into his anal canal now.

Excellent. Fuck toy,” she said, addressing Carter while pulling the dildo out of his mouth, “get up onto that bench over there, making sure your cock pokes down through its hole.”

Carter looked and saw a slightly elevated padded bench at the same time the women pulled their fingers out of his ass. He climbed atop it, and let his semi-flaccid penis dangle down through its opening.

Spread his ass cheeks for me, girls,” the Hostess demanded. Carter felt four hands sink into his buttocks, two into each cheek, and pull his flesh sideways. This not only exposed his puckered opening, it stretched it open significantly. “Perfect,” the Hostess purred, straddling both the bench and the back of his thighs. Carter briefly felt the hot, smooth skin of her inner thighs pressed against the back of his own thighs.

Then he felt the dildo.

He gave a guttural sound which blended a grunt and a scream as the dildo slid into an opening that up until now had only experienced things going out of it! The hands on his ass pinned him in place, so he couldn’t slide forward on the bench to escape the anal onslaught. There was no actual damage, since his opening was so well lubed, but the curious sensation of having his rectum stretched wide and filled from the wrong end was frightening. He started hyperventilating.

Calm down, you wretched thing,” the Hostess chided him. “Take slow, deep breaths and concentrate on relaxing and letting the dildo in. You might learn you enjoy being fucked. If nothing else, you’ll get some first hand experience in what anal sex can feel like to your female partners.” She addressed Helen and Stephanie, advising them, “You can let go of his ass now and get into position and start.”

Yes, Hostess,” both women chimed. Helen went sideways under the hole in the bench, placing herself on her back. Stephanie knelt down, straddling Helen’s face, and reached under the bench to grasp Carter’s cock, which seemed to have shrunk even more when the Hostess started fucking his ass. Her hands were beginning to massage his limp noodle as Helen gave her first tentative lick to Stephanie’s pussy.

After a few minutes, a rhythm had been established. The Hostess was grasping Carter’s hips and fucking and grinding against his ass. This also had the effect of shoving the smaller dildo around inside her cunt, and mashing her clit against Carter’s ass. Her cunt was leaking its juices down onto his thighs.

Carter was finally relaxing into a state of submission, mentally opening his ass to accept it being fucked by this gorgeous woman. His cock was recovering, engorging, enjoying the pumping actions produced by Stephanie’s hands, which also caressed his ball sack from time to time, urging his semen to rise. Even though intellectually he felt mortified at having his ass fucked, his body was awash with pleasure sensations now. He was actually moaning things like, “Oh god, I love this! Please keep fucking me! And pump my cock! Yes! Oh yes!”

Stephanie was in bliss. Not only did she have a fat, stiff cock in her hands to play with. Not only did she have an excellent view of the Hostess’ dildo plunging in and out of Carter’s ass. She also had the talented mouth and tongue of her friend Helen, teasing and tormenting her pussy in the most delicious way! Undoubtedly Helen’s face and hair were smeared with the fragrant juices dripping and drooling out of Stephanie’s cunt.

Helen didn’t mind one iota. She loved the opportunity to eat out her friend. Her juices tasted fantastic, and Helen was drilling deep into her friend’s vaginal well, seeking more and more to drink. She blindly reached up, one hand finding Stephanie’s clit, the other tweaking and caressing her nipples. Helen could tell Stephanie was about to cum, and wanted her to flood her mouth when she did.

Everyone was in an intensely aroused state. Lust became tangible. The Hostess was tasting the heady sensation of bucking her pelvis against Carter’s ass, watching his ass flesh wobble with each firm impact, and hearing him pleading for more. It seemed everyone was holding at the peak of their arousal, staving off their building climaxes for as long as they could, savoring the tingling energies expanding in their cores.

Stephanie finally lost it. She screamed, “OMG, Helen! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” As she discharged her pussy juices into Helen’s sucking mouth, her hand pumped Carter’s cock extra hard and fast, while her other hand milked and gave his scrotum carefully controlled squeezes.

Carter lost it at this point. As he gave out a howling cry of “Oh fuck!”, his cock started spewing copious discharges of his hot, sticky semen down onto Helen. Stephanie was aiming those spurts, letting them splat all over Helen’s generous tits. There was so much cum that, once Helen’s tits were coated, Stephanie pumped the remainder onto Helen’s tummy. Her belly button became a swimming pool for Carter’s sperm.

Helen was so aroused by Stephanie cumming into her mouth and Carter ejaculating onto her naked flesh that she also climaxed, her scream of release muffled by Stephanie’s cunt, which was still covering her mouth.

Hearing and seeing everyone else in orgasm, the Hostess pressed her strap-on all the way into Carter’s depths, and began grinding her pelvis against his ass. His ass cheeks quivered against her as they contracted rhythmically, trying to launch even more semen from his depths. The angle of the strap-on now pressed its head against Carter’s prostate, giving him an ecstatic sensation he’d never before felt. Trying passionately to keep feeling that sensation, he bucked back against the Hostess over and over, sending her over her peak. She cried out an unintelligible string of syllables as she gripped Carter’s hips and came.

Time was suspended as they all drifted in a state of bliss for a while. Stephanie watched the Hostess ease the strap-on out of Carter’s ass, listening to his groan, unable to determine if the groan was one of relief, or one of complaint that his anus was empty again. She herself lifted her cunt off of Helen’s face.

No longer straddling Carter and the bench, the Hostess smacked his ass playfully now, saying, “Get your lazy bones off this bench. Helen’s body’s all gooey with your cum, slut boy. Get down there and lick her clean.”

Sheepishly, Carter complied, tongue bathing the reclining woman, seeking every bit of his semen. His ass felt strangely open, air entering and leaving the still gaping hole.

When the Hostess was satisfied that he’d done a thorough job, she ordered the submissive lawyer to take a shower, so he could dress for dinner afterward. After a servant took Carter away for his shower, the Hostess told the girls, “You’re both hot and sweaty, and you smell like sex. Your dogs will love you.”

Benny and Sky were brought in, and they quickly covered their bitches, mounting and pounding their cunts, to the women’s delight. The women kept their asses up high, encouraging the males to knot their cunts and fill them with a plentiful amount of semen. The dogs cooperated. Once their knots diminished enough to disengage from the flooded cunts, a servant removed them as the Hostess applied a judicious amount of medical tape to their labia, sealing most of the dog cum inside. Carter knew nothing about what the girls had done.

The women then blotted the sweat from their bodies, and all three dressed for dinner. They had dinner reservations for 4 at the elegant ‘La Maison d’André’ – a very posh establishment, with its dim, candlelit ambiance, and long, low white tablecloths, and sparkling crystal ware and gleaming table settings. The Hostess wore a long, shimmering white gown that sheathed her to her feet. The younger girls wore exquisite dresses that ended at mid-thigh, revealing their lovely legs to great advantage.

Carter wore his suit, whose fine tailoring bespoke its quality. The staff of the restaurant greeted them warmly, and seated them at an intimate table. Service was excellent, but not obsequious, so they had privacy between courses. During such an interlude, the Hostess whispered to Carter, “Get under the table, and service my two girls orally until they cum. For each one, slip her panties off first, and hand them to me, then eat her cunt. If a waiter comes over, we’ll explain your absence, if necessary.”

In the dim light, Carter’s pupils dilated even more as the concept both shocked and excited him. Glancing around carefully, he slid quietly under the table. Stephanie felt his hands go under her skirt to grasp the sides of her panties, so she lifted her butt slightly to help him remove them. As he was placing Stephanie’s panties into the Hostess’ lap, the young girl quietly peeled off the tape that was sealing her labia shut. Consequently, when Carter brought his lips to her cunt, poked his tongue inside her, and began sucking, he got a mouthful of dog semen!

He recognized immediately what it was, by its sweet, smooth, almost ‘inky’ taste. Worried that if he unsealed Stephanie’s cunt even a little bit, the odor of dog semen would escape into the air of the restaurant, Carter sucked hard, trying to empty the woman’s cunt with vacuum.

Stephanie felt the amazing sensation of the fluids being pulled forcefully from her depths. Benny’s sperm had flooded not only her vagina, but also had filled her uterus to capacity. As Carter sucked all the dog cum from her vaginal tunnel, she could feel the weirdly erotic experience of fluids almost vibrating her cervix as the suction forced them to flow outward. She gripped the edge of the table with both hands, eyes closing, and head tilted back.

At this critical moment, the Hostess saw a waiter approaching. Thinking quickly, she lifted a wine glass to Stephanie’s lips, saying, “Now keep your eyes closed as you sample this wine. I want to to focus on its ‘mouth feel’ and give me your honest opinion.”

In response to the waiter’s inquiry as to whether they needed anything, the Hostess replied, “Thank you. We’re fine right now. I’ll signal if we need something.” The waiter bowed and moved away just in time. Stephanie could no longer hold back the groan that formed in her throat.

Carter was eating her frantically, worried that his absence from the table might be noticed. And for her part, she wasn’t holding back at all. The sexy feelings emanating from her cunt, and the naughtiness of being orally serviced in a public place, quickly sent her over the edge. She stifled a cry as she came, and her shaking was barely noticeable in the dim light.

Now it was Helen’s turn. She helped Carter remove her panties, and as he placed them in the Hostess’ lap, she too, undid the tape that was holding Sky’s cum inside her. This time, Carter was expecting to find dog cum in the woman’s cunt, and he wasn’t disappointed. He was still worried about being discovered – what if a curious waiter lifted the edge of the tablecloth and caught him eating Helen’s pussy? Think of the outrage! The accusations! The scandal! Curiously enough, those very thoughts aroused Carter to new heights of passion. Helen had never felt cunnilingus like this!

She slumped a little in her seat, widening her thighs, offering her fragrant cunt to his ravenous mouth. Closing her eyes to focus on the almost electrical currents of arousal Carter was generating at her cunt, she unconsciously raised one of her hands to cup and squeeze one of her breasts. The Hostess leaned over and used a napkin to ‘dab’ at Helen’s other breast, as if brushing something off. This not only shrouded what Helen’s hand was doing – it also stimulated her other tit as well. Helen growled a low, deep sound in her throat, and clamped her thighs against Carter’s cheeks as her cunt exploded into his mouth.

Carter felt Helen’s body shaking as the vibrations from those tiny convulsions were transmitted through her thighs into his cheeks. Gradually, Helen relaxed, and her thighs released his head from being mashed against her cunt. He licked her labia clean, as best he could, and felt the Hostess slipping a napkin under the table to him, to let him blot his face dry. She waited until an opportune moment, then whispered, “Come up now, Carter.”

He slid back up into his seat. His hair was quite disheveled, causing the women to grin. “What?” he asked.

Go to the men’s room and comb your hair, cunt connoisseur,” the Hostess ordered. Sheepishly pleased with his new appellation, he did just that. When he looked in the mirror, he saw why the women had found his appearance so laughable. He had a laugh about it, himself, as he adjusted his appearance to something presentable again.

The entire dinner was marvelous. Carter’s only regret was that after swallowing so much dog and female cum, he barely had room for dessert! As they parted, the Hostess told him, “Get a good night’s sleep, and show up at my house just after 1 pm. Oh, yes. Leave your clothes in your car.”


Carter arrived just before 1 pm, to give himself time to remove his clothing at his car. It was a cool, brisk day, so he shivered while he waited for 1 pm to pass, so he could arrive ‘just after’, as he’d been commanded. He was meticulous in such details. The Hostess, watching him through her curtains, smiled as she saw him hopping up and down naked, embracing himself to keep warm, glancing at his watch.

By the time Carter entered her house, his cock was quite shriveled from the cold afternoon. That was just as well, because she greeted him with that cock cage he’d worn two days earlier, easily securing it onto his tiny, limp dick.

Are you cold, micro-dick boy?” she asked, superfluously.

To be honest, yes Hostess,” he managed to reply, using teeth that threatened to chatter as he spoke.

She sat on the edge of a chair, drawing her skirt hem up to expose her bare thighs. “Position yourself across my knees for a spanking, worm,” she commanded.

Hastily, he complied, feeling the warmth of her thighs at his belly and upper thighs, as she let his caged cock dangle in between. She placed a hand between his shoulder blades to keep his head down, and his ass well up. He began to feel the blood rushing towards his inverted head.

The first crack of her palm across his buttocks was loud in the quiet room. He jerked and winced on her lap. She swatted him again. He groaned. “Remember, I’m not punishing you, boy,” she told him. “This is just to warm you up again.” She proceeded to spank his ass, keeping him pinned in place with one hand while she struck with the other. His ass got warm, and then hot. Blood rose in his buttocks until they glowed bright red.

It was at this point that the house maid entered the room, at the time the Hostess had specified.

Oh good, Veronica. You’re here,” the Hostess said in acknowledgment.

Carter had been oblivious to anything other than the impacts on his now heated ass. Hearing what the Hostess said, he swiveled his head and caught sight of the maid, standing there, watching. Knowing what she must be seeing – him naked, over the Hostess’ knees, being spanked – embarrassed him so much that his cheeks and neck took on the same red hue as his buttocks.

With a final slap on his ass, the Hostess told Carter, “Stand up now, and put your hands behind your head.”

He scrambled to his feet, feeling like he’d been caught doing something naughty. As he assumed the position, the maid’s eyes widened in surprise when she saw the bright, stainless steel cage attached to his cock. However, she made no comment, just grinned at his discomfort.

Veronica, we need to dress this miserable excuse for a man in suitable attire for his duties this afternoon. Please give me your clothing, and we’ll see what’s feasible,” the Hostess explained. Of course, Veronica had been forewarned that this was going to happen, so, smiling, she nodded, set down her feather duster, and began disrobing.

She removed her traditional maid’s hat, unpinning it from her hair. The costume that she wore today was in two pieces, the bodice separate from the poofy, frilly skirt, which left her belly bare. She shrugged the bodice free from her shoulders, and lifted the black, silken material carefully off over her head. This revealed the black, lacy bra with its white trim, which encased her generous breasts.

Reaching behind her back, she grinned impishly as she unhooked her bra, and leaned forward to let the cups fall away, freeing her marvelous tits which swayed enticingly under her slightly shimmying torso. Veronica was enjoying this game.

Carter would have enjoyed the game too, if his cock hadn’t been caged. As it was, his male member was attempting to engorge, seeing this delightful woman stripping before his eyes. Attempting, and failing. The cage painfully prevented such an action.

Meanwhile, Veronica was unhooking and unzipping her skirt, and letting it drift to her ankles. Stepping out of the skirt, she turned her back to them both, looking over her shoulder, and with a slow, smooth movement bent over as she slid her panties downward, uncovering her ass in a very erotic manner. Stepping out of her panties, she spun around, tilting her pelvis back to display her pussy as she twirled those panties on her finger.

Wonderful, Veronica. Well done,” the Hostess complimented her. “You may leave your stockings on. They’ll never fit him. I think only the bra and the skirt will work. Please dress him in those, plus the hat.”

Carter had to stand there, passively, and suffer the indignity of having this virtually naked woman dress him like a maid. She managed to get the skirt to fasten around his slim waist. And the bra barely fit on his chest, held there by the very last hook on its rear strap. She pinned the frilly maid’s hat into his hair.

The Hostess looked at the results. “Good, but those bra cups look pitiful like that. Stuff them with tissues, please.”

In doing so, Veronica perhaps spent more time fondling his chest than was absolutely necessary. But eventually, the Hostess indicated being pleased with the effect. “Carter, thank Veronica for loaning you her clothes, and helping you dress.”

Thank you, Veronica,” he said, politely, even though he felt like a fool, being dressed like this.

No, you idiot. Not like that,” she chided. Pressing a hand down on his shoulder, the Hostess got Carter onto his knees, grabbed the back of his head, and pushed his face against Veronica’s pussy. “Thank her properly, cunt connoisseur.”

Carter got the idea. His lips fastened to the woman’s sex, and he began eating this exotic new pussy. Veronica widened her stance, and held his head against her groin, beginning to moan with pleasure. The Hostess helped brace the maid upright and watched as Carter brought her to a shuddering orgasm. As the woman gasped deep breaths, shivering in post-orgasmic shocks, the Hostess whispered loudly to her, “At least we found something he’s good at.” She gave the maid a fond kiss, and let her go take a rest.

Handing Carter the feather duster, she said, “Clean all the tables and bookshelves in this room. Oh, but wait. I forgot one detail.” So saying, she went to the training room and returned with a spreader bar. She attached this to his ankles, wide enough that his feet were more than shoulder width apart, making his movements more of an ordeal. She then sat comfortably, watching her new ‘maid’ struggling to move about the room, flicking dust off its many, many surfaces.

He was still doing this when the Hostess heard her friends’ car arriving. Going over to Carter, she detached the spreader bar, telling him, “I’ve invited several of my friends over for tea. You’ll go now to the door to greet them and invite them in. The normal doorman will be observing you, to see that you do this properly.”

Feeling quite ridiculous, he padded barefoot to the door. Opening it, he painted a strained smile on his face, while tilting his hips forward slightly, letting the skirt hide his caged cock. “Greetings, ladies,” he croaked from humiliation. Getting better control of his voice, he continued, “Welcome to the home of the Hostess.” He tried and failed to ignore their various looks of shock, surprise, and amusement, along with their gasps and laughter.

His face got heated as they scanned him up and down, taking in the costume. One of them said, “You’d think he’d opt for falsies in that bra, rather than tissues. What are we, back in high school?”

All the rest of them tittered at that comment, while Carter wished he could vanish from sight. Of course, his embarrassment was blended with the thrill he got from abject humiliation. The Hostess was still working her magic. He led them into the sitting room, where they were warmly greeted by the Hostess. The door servant nodded his approval to her, indicating that Carter had performed adequately.

One of the women said, “So tell us, my dear, who or what is this?” She pointed at Carter.

Oh, he’s one of my playthings,” she responded. “He’s actually a little sissy slut, as you can see. I hope you’ll find him entertaining. He’s actually rather worthless, though.”

Carter was mortified as all the eyes were trained on him. Time seemed to stand still as they looked.

But a few minutes later, all the women were seated comfortably around the sitting room, while tea and tea sandwiches were served by one of the staff. The Hostess handed Carter a small hand broom and a dustpan, saying, “Crawl around cleaning the floor here. I don’t want to find a speck of dust or a crumb on my carpet.”

He got onto his knees, holding the dustpan in one hand and the broom in the other as he crawled. He tried not to turn his back on anyone, fearing the poofy skirt’s angle would expose his still warmed ass cheeks. But it was impossible. The women were stationed all around the room. No matter which way he crawled, sweeping with his hand broom, his ass was on display to one or more of them.

At first, many looked away, shyly. But finally one of them noticed the steely gleam between his thighs. “What’s that between his legs?” she asked, curious.

Oh, that’s a cock cage. It keeps him out of mischief,” the Hostess explained.

May we have a better look?” her friend asked.

Certainly. Slut boy, stand up, come over here, and remain with your legs apart,” she commanded.

Carter struggled to his feet, his knees protesting. He walked to the spot indicated, and stood still, heart pounding with submissive excitement at once again being the focus of everyone’s attention.

Feel free to lift his skirt for a better look,” the Hostess said, graciously.

The woman who asked for a better look lifted his hem up to his belly. All of the women leaned in to view his tiny, trapped cock in its silvery cage. His ball sack drooped underneath the metal device. Sounds of ‘ooo’s and ‘aaa’s spread through the women as they gazed.

Another friend asked, “May we touch?”

Of course. You’re my guests, My toy is your toy,” the Hostess informed them, smiling.

Hands reached out. Carter felt fingers poking his cock shaft and head through the bars. Other fingers and palms were lifting his scrotum, rubbing it. Someone was delicately scratching his perineum with a long fingernail, making him shift his weight from one foot to the other.

The abject humiliation tripped an internal switch, and Carter sank into a deeply submissive state. He mentally opened himself to the probing, scratching, and ball fondling. His cock tried to swell, but the painful pressure of the cage soon made it go flaccid again. Examined and fondled by all these strangers – these lovely women – and he wasn’t permitted to get an erection! Torture indeed!

The Hostess’ friend Sally whispered something into her ear. The Hostess looked surprised. “You’d do that in front of all of us?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.

Sally blushed delicately, nodded and whispered, “You said your toy was our toy, and I haven’t had an orgasm in weeks. Do you think he can make me cum?”

The Hostess murmured back, “He can try. He’s actually fantastic at cunnilingus. Do you want to remove your skirt and panties? Or just hold your clothing aside?”

As Sally began undoing her skirt as a reply, the other women’s eyes widened in slight shock. “Sally, what are you doing?” one of them asked.

You’ll see,” the Hostess answered. She went to the training room and fetched a training chair. The women noted its unusual design, with its seat in a U-shape, with the open edge facing forward. In the back of the seat were two holes surrounded by thick rubber gaskets. The Hostess seated Sally, who was now naked from the waist down, into the chair.

She then cuffed Carter’s hands behind his back. Placing him on his knees she made him hobble over to Sally’s chair. Knowing what was expected of him, he leaned in and started eating her pussy, his nose pressed against her mound for balance, his blasts of warm air from his nose washing over her clit as his tongue lapped her cunt.

Seemingly oblivious to the other women watching, Sally gripped the arms of the chair and tilted her pelvis slightly. Carter made loud, lewd noises as he ate her cunt with gusto. He really enjoyed this sort of submissive behavior, and he also wanted to please the Hostess, by making this stranger orgasm.

The Hostess was watching the faces of her friends. She saw that although one of them was exhibiting a sense of shyness, the rest were staring avidly, perhaps enviously. One of those, Cassandra, caught her attention and beckoned. As the Hostess approached, Cassandra whispered in her ear, not wanting to break everyone’s focus on Sally and Carter. The Hostess looked fully into Cassandra’s face a moment, making certain she was serious, then nodded her agreement. Without disturbing the tableau of cunnilingus, the Hostess went momentarily into the training room to fetch a piece of equipment.

When she returned, she found Sally shrieking, and bucking her cunt on Carter’s face, obviously cumming hard. The other women, even the shy one, were applauding and cheering. Sally vibrated in the chair as Carter drank her cum, and licked her carefully clean. When his mouth came away, everyone saw her puffy labia, capped by her still enlarged, gently pulsating clit. Sally’s hand came down to rub herself slowly, savoring the erotic sensations.

Meanwhile, Cassandra boldly stripped completely. Her nude body glowed with health and vitality. Carter’s eyes bulged when he noticed her standing like that. Cassandra and the Hostess helped Sally to a comfortable seat, and Cassandra took her place on the training chair. Scooting her pussy forward off the end of its seat, she fluffed up her auburn pussy hair, then used her fingers to part her labia. Her vaginal vestibule glistened with moistness.

While Carter was absorbed in that sight, the Hostess brought a special gag to his mouth, making him open his lips and teeth. The gag had a small penis pointing inward – this went into Carter’s mouth – and another, normal size penis, pointing forward. The Hostess strapped the gag firmly into place on Carter’s head.

Cassandra, exhibiting a streak of dominance, beckoned Carter with a finger, saying, “Come here, slut. Fuck my pussy with that dildo mouth of yours.” She pointed at her open cunt for emphasis. A collective gasp went up from the other women, hearing her confident control of the handcuffed, gagged male on his knees before her.

Carter, kneeling helplessly before this personification of dominant womanhood, was in heaven. He shuffled forward again, and began gently poking the tip of the dildo into the woman’s open wetness. She didn’t assist him, other than holding her labia apart, to provide him a clear view of his target.

Gradually, the tip of the penis dampened, sliding in deeper with each movement of Carter’s head. Cassandra demanded, “Come on, you wretched fucker. Fuck me with that thing! Put some effort into it, you lowly worm!” Carter’s heart accelerated, being verbally abused was such a turn-on for him. His breath whistled in and out of his nose as he clenched his teeth on the small penis in his mouth, and started pounding the dildo in and out of Cassandra’s cunt. She let go of her labia, sitting back.

What a view he had! Her gaping pussy, topped by her prominent clit getting larger and smaller as he thrust in and out. Looking up past her mound, he could see her gorgeous tits, bobbing and swaying as her breathing deepened. And up past those nipple-capped mountains, her face – her imperious expression, demanding that he worship her in this manner. His caged penis was crying out, trying to stiffen with his excitement, but he was so intent on making this seeming goddess cum, that he ignored that pain.

Cassandra was determined not to touch herself. She wanted this submissive man to do all the work. And work he did. His brow was sweating with effort. His shoulders were straining as he subconsciously tried to pull his arms forward, restrained from doing so by the handcuffs on his wrists. His head was jarring back and forth so rapidly that his maid cap flew off. His eyes gleamed with happiness and desire. Desire to make this woman climax.

Cassandra saw that look – that intensity – and it was as if a switch was thrown deep in her core. She felt her whole body begin coruscating as pleasure raced through her like an electrical shock. For the first time in her life, her cunt actually ejaculated! Exploded. Sprayed Carter’s face with her cum. Everyone gasped except Carter, whose mouth was gagged, and Cassandra herself, because she was busy screaming with wondrous delight.

He dutifully kept fucking her with the dildo until she reached down to grasp his head and say, “Enough.” The Hostess thought she detected a tone of fondness expressed in that single word. Indeed, Cassandra looked at the Hostess, and asked, “Will you please free his penis from that cage?”

If you wish, Cassandra. You’re my guest, so you only need to ask,” she replied.

In that case, can a servant fetch me some yarn or twine, and a plate?” Cassandra asked.

A few minutes later, Carter was standing, still handcuffed, as the Hostess unlocked and removed his cock cage, taking off the maid skirt at the same time, but leaving the bra on him. Cassandra, still nude and seemingly very comfortable in being so, had picked up the feather duster. She began flicking it teasingly all over Carter’s balls and cock. Soon the angry red marks on the cock’s shaft from the cage bars faded, and it achieved its full, rampant turgidity.

Cassandra then took the twine and began looping it around and around his ball sack between its top and the base of his cock’s shaft. Loop after loop of twine gradually forced his scrotum and testicles down and away from his cock. The skin on his scrotum, normally wrinkled, took on a smooth texture as it was stretched over his testicles. Cassandra tied off the twine.

Now please uncuff this wretch,” she told the Hostess.

Once Carter’s hands were free, Cassandra said, “Play with yourself for our amusement, slut toy. Make yourself cum on this plate. We’ll see if you have much juice in those ugly little balls of yours. Whatever you do have, you’ll be licking off that plate as we watch.” The Hostess was happy to hear how powerful Cassandra was in such a situation. She knew she could learn much from this friend, a newfound source of inspiration.

Carter was acutely embarrassed to be forced to put on a show for the women this way. Masturbating while they watched. Needless to say, he was thrilled by that embarrassment. He began stroking his shaft. But as his pleasure began, his balls tried to rise, and couldn’t. Their struggle upward against the encircling twine generated pain, exactly as Cassandra intended.

All the women had caught on that they were to verbally abuse this male. “Come on, slut boy! Jack it off!” someone demanded.

Yes, we don’t have all day, you know,” another added.

Is he always this hopeless?” someone asked rhetorically.

What are you waiting for, you smelly piece of scum? Spurt already!”

With each rude comment – and there were many many more – he pumped harder and faster, rocking his hips forward and back, egged on by the female mob. Soon he was flailing away, the pain at his ball sack competing with pleasure his hand was making on his shaft. Struggling to cum, abasing himself in front of this crowd, perversely carried him into a blissful state of submission.

Suddenly, he realized that he was deliberately delaying his orgasm, basking in the women’s abuse. At that moment, he happened to glance into Cassandra’s face, seeing her eyes demanding that he let go of control. He shuddered, and his cock began spewing hot, sticky strands of white cum onto the darker surface of the plate in front of his groin. He pumped himself dry as the women laughed at him.

The Hostess took control again, saying, “Now, you worthless piece of trash, clean up that mess you made on my nice clean plate. I don’t want to see any cum on it when you’re done. Start licking!”

Face burning with shame, Carter bent and licked and licked. Many of the women leaned close, fascinated to see a man licking up his own cum with his tongue, and sucking it up with pursed lips. While he was so engaged, Cassandra loudly asked the Hostess, “Can I borrow this miserable excuse for a man in a week or two?”

Carter jerked, sputtering when he heard this request. He kept licking intently, but in his mind he was crying out, “Yes, Hostess! Please say yes!”

The Hostess smiled at her friend, replying, “It’s certainly a possibility. We’ll talk.”

Other women – especially Sally – muttered among themselves, obviously considering asking the same thing.

After they all thanked the Hostess for a lovely afternoon and left, she untied Carter’s balls, and complimented him on a job well done. She told him, “Be here tomorrow afternoon at 4 pm. It’s the last day of your gift to me, and we’ll have a special set of guests for your performance at the dinner party.

Carter could barely manage to get to sleep that night, he was so keyed up and alive from all that had occurred that week.


Carter was highly agitated as he drove up to the Hostess’ house that afternoon. She’d scheduled him to arrive early, so that none of the dinner guests would see him ahead of time. As he entered her house, he saw her standing there, clad in form-fitting black leather from bust to crotch, with high heeled boots that left her knees and thighs bare. She held out her hand, saying, “Give me every stitch of your clothing, slut toy.”

With shaking hands, he removed all of his clothes, shoes too, and stood naked before her. She set his clothes aside, and led him into the sitting room, where Helen and Stephanie were already waiting. They were dressed in slutty elegance, in sleeveless, strapless gowns that were so low cut that the tops of their areolae peaked out. The side slits in the dresses went so high that it was obvious that neither woman wore panties. Carter felt his penis twitch as it began filling with blood.

There was a training chair placed near a corner of the room, and the Hostess said, “Sit there, and slip your arms back through the holes in the seat back.”

When he was seated, the Hostess tied his wrists together behind the seat back, while Stephanie and Helen tied his legs to the chair legs. Snugly secured, he sat, heart thumping, as the Hostess attached a dog collar to his neck. Meanwhile, Helen and Stephanie were attaching remote vibrators to his genitalia – one to the head of his semi-erect cock, and the other to his scrotum.

The women retired to comfortable seats, sipping tea, and nibbling tiny sandwiches as they waited for the guests to arrive, and be seated by the servants. Once again, it promised to be a lovely evening, so they’d be able to use the same outdoor stage that they’d used with the Master and his girl, last week.

From time to time, Stephanie or Helen would fiddle with the remote controls that were in their laps. When they twisted the dial, a buzzing could be heard from where Carter sat. The buzzing of one or both vibrators on his cock and balls. Each time this unexpected jolt would occur, Carter would gasp and squirm in his restraints. The women smiled at his sounds and actions.

Remember, girls,” the Hostess reminded Helen and Stephanie, “we only want him to simmer. No cumming.” The girls smiled and nodded. The further they twisted the dial on their remote control, the more intense the vibrations became. But they only triggered the vibrators in short bursts.

Carter was very aroused, therefore, and fully engorged, when a servant announced the guests had all arrived, and were enjoying drinks and appetizers. The young ladies removed the vibrators from his manhood, but left him bound to the chair for the moment. He knew his performance was going to start soon, and had no idea what it would entail. His mouth fell open as he saw the Hostess stand up, and, with the help of the young ladies, remove the garments and boots from her body.

Nude now, she toweled off, and enclosed herself in a stylish wrap-around dressing gown. The outfit both hid her charms, and enhanced them. All three women walked over to Carter and removed his restraints. He was allowed to rub circulation back into his limbs, then had to get down on his hands and knees.

Surprises began occurring. First both Stephanie and Helen attached leashes to his collar, one young lady standing on either side of him. Second, his mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as the Hostess inserted a well lubricated butt plug into his ass – the butt plug with the realistic dog’s tail hanging from it. Third, Carter’s expression became an amalgam of surprise and confusion as Domino was led into the room. Fourth, Carter’s expression disappeared from sight as the realistic dog mask was secured over his face.

Fifth, the Hostess said, “Slut. Sit.” When Carter failed to move, the Hostess pressed down on his butt until he was on his knees, with his butt sitting on his heels. She placed his hands on the floor just outside his knees, and said, “Slut. Sit. Good boy,” and patted his head.

The Hostess took Domino’s leash, said, “Domino. Come,” and led them all in a sort of procession out to where the guests waited. Helen said, “Slut. Come,” and she and Stephanie pulled gently on his leashes. The Hostess walked in front with Domino, followed by a crawling Carter, flanked by the two young ladies, who proudly walked him on their leashes.

The five of them climbed the steps to the raised stage, where the Hostess turned them all to face the guests, saying, “Domino. Sit. Slut. Sit.” Domino and Carter both planted their butts down, the sides of their asses touching one another, causing a chuckle to arise from the staring guests. Carter was acutely conscious of the fact that his erection was fully visible beneath his belly. He wasn’t aware of it, but one of the cameras had a closeup of it displayed on one of the large screen behind him. The other two screens showed Domino, and alternated between showing the Hostess, and the young girls.

The Hostess, standing now behind Carter, announced, “This slut won last week’s contest and has therefore been my plaything for an entire week. I’ll have him recount some of his, shall we say, ordeal, but first, I’ll have him demonstrate a skill he learned.”

Leaning close to Carter’s ear, she whispered so quietly that only he heard her command. “Masturbate Domino with one hand, and yourself with the other, at the same time. I want you to make him cum, but you should not – just keep yourself excited.”

When Carter understood what she had in mind, his first impulse was to refuse. Play with himself in front of this crowd? That would be bad enough. But jacking off a dog at the same time? That’s so perverted! And then his submissive nature asserted itself, internally saying, “Wimp! This is exactly what you asked the Hostess to do! Humiliate you thoroughly! You know the very concept of such debasement really thrills you! Get to it!”

He closed his eyes, giving himself a false sense of privacy. He grabbed his dick with one hand, and blindly felt Domino’s undercarriage with the other. Using the techniques that Stephanie and Helen had taught him earlier in the week, he coaxed Domino’s cock out of its hiding place inside its furry sheath. Soon Carter had the warm, wet, almost slimy shaft of the dog’s cock in his hand, pumping it. Focusing on the pleasure coming from his own cock as he stroked himself, he found the courage to open his eyes.

Everyone was staring. Some had their mouths open, shocked. Others had a bemused expression on their faces. A few were chuckling quietly as they saw this double masturbation event. Several ladies had red cheeks, apparently embarrassed on his behalf. To say that Carter felt mortified would be an understatement. But this demeaning attention was exactly what he craved, he knew.

Torn between the shame and the need, he wanted it over with. He concentrated on doing things to Domino to which he’d learned the dog responded, especially bumping the dog’s knot as he pumped. Domino began to whine and emit the equivalent of doggy moans. The crowd found this to be hilarious. They were still laughing when Domino’s cock erupted in a series of long healthy streams of cum that splattered on the stage in front of him. Carter pumped the dog until he stopped cumming, and then released both cocks.

The Hostess praised them both, petting, and hugging, and calling them ‘good boys’ before a servant appeared to walk Domino back to the house. “Now, slut,” she began, addressing Carter, “tell these wonderful people some of the experiences you’ve had this week.”

Carter hemmed and hawed a little, but he began with his first memory – that of being told to worship her foot and calf, and how that led to being a naked footstool for three women. He explained that he spent a good deal of the time naked, like during his crawl on a leash through the gardens, accompanied by two other dogs. His voice rose with excitement as he related being dressed like a dog, as he was now, and being put into a dog cage in the back of a car and driven through the downtown streets.

Someone interrupted, asking, “You mean in full view, naked, in the back of a car?”

Yes,” he replied, “complete with mask and tail. But most onlookers were distracted by those two beautiful young women.” Here, he pointed at Stephanie and Helen. “They were showing so much of their upper bodies that most people were distracted.”

He mentioned the time he ate food and drank water out of dog bowls. His voice squeaked with nervousness as he reported having his cum milked from his cock by one of the young ladies into a bowl, while watching the other young lady do the same thing to a nearby dog. He paused, swallowed and fidgeted. The Hostess caught his attention and nodded encouragingly. “And then, blindfolded, I had to taste compare my semen, with that of the dog’s.”

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd when he made this revelation, making him shudder and blush fiercely. Since he’d ceased speaking, the Hostess asked him point blank, “And what was the result of the taste test, slut?”

I… I… I preferred the taste of the dog’s cum,” he stammered. Hearing this, one female guest fanned herself, perhaps to keep from fainting. But several others merely licked their lips, eyes gleaming.

He reported having his cock caged several times, and how that painfully prevented his erections. The Hostess noticed a couple of her male guests grimace and unconsciously cross their thighs protectively at this point.

The guests laughed when they heard Carter describe being dressed in a maid’s outfit while doing some house cleaning. But they sat in rapt silence as he described how he had to service various women orally, fucking some, being spanked on his bare ass, and being fucked in his ass by the Hostess.

When he appeared to be done with his report, the people peppered him with questions. The men usually asked for more details about the sexual acts, whereas the women usually asked more questions about how these things made him feel.

When everyone’s curiosity had been satisfied, the Hostess proclaimed, “You know that I love being fucked by dogs. Well this little doggy,” she patted Carter’s head fondly, “has been a good boy all week. So now he merits a reward.” She untied and shrugged off her dressing gown to stand naked before her guests. She knelt next to Carter to whisper, “Fuck me doggy style,” before turning sideways and getting onto her hands and knees.

She looked over her shoulder at him and said loudly, for the benefit of the onlookers, “Come on, good boy! Fuck your little bitch now!” Carter didn’t need to be cajoled into action. He came up behind her, and grasped her waist with his hands in a mounting action. She snaked her hand between her thighs, found his cock, and aimed it smack dab into her wet, receptive cunt. Trying his best to imitate the way a dog fucks, he hammered his dick into her hard and fast, making her yelp with pleasure.

The guests clapped with appreciation, watching closeups of the Hostess’ face on one screen, a side view of the coupling pair on the second, and the flash of his dick in and out of her cunt, along with the swing and slap of his balls against her, in closeup on the third. They fucked like animals for perhaps 10 minutes, the Hostess cumming twice, shrieking with joy, before Carter rammed his cock as deeply into her as he could and held it there as he unloaded his pent-up cum into her depths. The closeup showed his balls squirming and the fleshy tube that formed the underside of his dick rippling rhythmically with each of his ejaculations.

Both of them panting, Carter lowered his torso to stretch out along her spine. This was the perfect ending to his remarkable week. He whispered into her ear, “Thank you. Thank you so much. You’re an amazing woman. If you want me to be your pet again someday, just tell me.”

She turned her head to smile at him blissfully. “I may just do that,” she stated. “And it appears that Cassandra may have some ideas for you, as well.” She winked. “When you pull out of me, move sideways, so the camera can get a good look at my cunt. I want them all to see that you really came inside me.”

He chuckled quietly. “Unfortunately, I know I can’t deliver as much semen as one of your dogs. But I tried.”

She kissed him, saying, “You did fine, slut boy. Just watch.”

He dismounted and moved aside. Everyone stared at the Hostess’ pink, dilated cunt opening. In moments, a white stream of semen oozed forth, and began dripping. The applause was deafening.

Knowing this crowd had to be discrete about the Hostess’ goings-on, Carter chose to remove the mask and butt plug tail, and sat naked at the dinner table. He left his collar on, and chatted merrily with the guests. Several women kissed his cheek, praising his bravery and boldness. One even reached into his lap to stroke his cock gently as she kissed him on the lips. He had a wonderful time at dinner.

The Hostess wasn’t completely certain of what she thought she saw. Was her husband circulating among the guests, carrying straws? Were even some of the women involved? Maybe she’d need to turn the tables on him, she thought. “Maybe I ought to present him with a willing female subbe, to have as his plaything for a week? Hmmm,” she pondered.