Then Tammy decided to throw a little something back into his face. Just to see his reaction. She walked over to where he was sitting. And suddenly turned her back to him, bent over, then reached back and spread both of her ass checks. “So I hear you like my tight little asshole?” The bookie wasn’t frazzled a bit. “Damn right I do! Your ass and asshole are perfect! As a matter of fact, I can just tell by looking at it. That it looks like it’s always hungry for cock? Am I right?”
She looked over her shoulder and replied, “Damn right it’s hungry, my pussy is always starving too. So enough with the small talk, what brings you here.” As she moved to sit down across the room. The bookie began to speak. “Well Tammy, I have been speaking with Jon here too. I have a business proposition for you. You see, I’m always in the need for trained dogs. You know, dogs trained to fuck woman. Plus, I know a few other guys around the country. Who put on shows for their clients. Just like I do. They need trained dogs as well. We can’t have dogs at our shows that don’t know what to do when it comes time for them to perform. They need to come out ready and willing to fuck. And know how to do it well. That’s what our clients are paying for. They want to watch the star of the show, whether it be a woman or a girl. Get royally fucked.”
Tammy interrupted. “You mean to tell me, this shit goes on all the time? Across the country? He replies, “You bet it does, and our clients pay damn good money for it too. As a matter of fact, after that show you put on, every one of my clients in attendance. Gave me a huge tip. Above and beyond my normal fees. You really put on a good show for them. They keep asking me to bring you back. But that’s not what I’m here for. I have something bigger in mine.”
“Wait a minute,” Tammy replies, “Where do all these women and girls come from? And isn’t this, well, can’t you get in trouble doing this?” He responds, “I understand your concerns. First off, yes, I guess we could get into trouble so to speak. But that’s why our clients pay what they do. It’s not cheap to go underground so to speak. This type of activity has to be done under the wire. It’s big business. But the people who partake, know how to keep their mouths shut. Because they don’t want it to stop. They want more all the time. Second, the girls and women we use. Well, just like you, there’s a lot of women and daughters, who have been forced to pay off someone’s gambling debt. Blackmailed into it. Of course 99% of them would never go along with it willingly. If they had a choice ahead of time. So, just like you, we kidnap them. Tie them down securely, and sick our trained dogs on them. Then let nature take its course. Our clients go wild watching an unwillingly victim getting fucked by a pack of dogs. And the bigger the dogs, the better.
The room went silent for a while. As the bookie, Jon, and Tammy stared at each other. Tammy’s was still processing it at in her mind. She couldn’t deny the fact that while he was talking some of the details. She still wasn’t quite 100% sure of what he was proposing. But she had a pretty good idea. Her pussy was listening as well. It was still dripping some dog cum. But little did any one else know. Some of the juices flowing now, were just freshly produced. Tammy broke the silence. “So, Mr. Bookie, I don’t even know your real name. I’m assuming you have one. Time to cut through the crap. It’s just like cock, a limp one is meaning less, a limp one is wish-e-washy, but a solid rock hard cock does the talking. What is it exactly that your are proposing?”
“Jon, your wife is amazing. She’s gorgeous, built to be the envy of other women, and has a mind for business,” the bookie said. He decided it was time to put his cards on the table. “Ok Tammy, you want the bold facts. Here they are. I want you to train my dogs. You already know what I expect of them. They need to know how to take control of a female’s body. And make it their new bitch. With no horsing around. They need to know how to find her fuck holes. Both of them. And if the dog is lucky, I will have already removed that special butt plug. I’m sure you remember that. And he’ll find a nice tight asshole to drive his cock into.” He paused a moment, then spoke. “You know, that’s usually the time during their performance. That they really start to hate my guts. Just like how you reacted to me Tammy. I’ll never forget the look in your eyes when that Great Dane forced his massive cock up your ass. And for obvious reasons, the smaller, more petite little gals. Really hate my guts when I remove that butt plug. Most of my dogs weigh 50-75 pounds more than they do. In some cases, maybe more. I’d be willing to bet those little gals think those extra pounds are all cock and knot. Judging by the way they scream. But in all honesty, about half of those little gals. Eventually submit to their fate. And start to actually enjoy their anal organisms.”
“I’m glad you brought that up. That butt plug,” said Tammy. “Do you always remove that plug? For every gal?” He replies, “No, not every time. You see I have to make a judgment call. If I feel the girl is too small. You know, too small of a frame or body stature to take in the ass. I’ll leave it in. I can’t take the chance of severely hurting my bitches. But anal sex brings in more money. All my clients know, that if the show goes too anal. They automatically know, they will be billed an extra charge for that. But none mind at all. They all love it.”
Tammy’s hunch was dead right. He wants her to train his sex crazed pack of dogs. All those dog cocks, she thought. For me to enjoy and be used by. Day after day, it would be like a continuous doggy gang bang. With no end in site. And she’d be the center of attention, their bitch. Too fuck as many times over. Tammy’s mind was now going in all directions at once. Just thinking about it. Unconsciously, her pussy and asshole were sending their own messages to her brain. As she started to squirm and grind her butt into the seat cushion.
The bookie spoke up, “Well Tammy, judging by the amount of squirming you’re doing. I’d say you’re seriously thinking about my offer.” She replied, “I guess I can’t hide it. But yes, I’m considering your offer. But there’s so many unanswered questions. Like how many dogs are we talking about. And this operation certainly won’t work here in town. Those dogs are going to bark. Plus, our yard isn’t big enough or even close to having enough room. That is, I’m assuming your talking about more than 6-8 dogs. And what about all the food and cleaning up after them. Lots of work and cost involved here.”
The bookie leaned forward in his seat. And looked into Tammy’s eyes. “No sweetheart, I’m not talking 6-8 dogs. Hell no, that wouldn’t keep us supplied for even one show. I’m talkin about 40-50 dogs! But before your pussy and ass freak out. Some of these dogs will be out on the road most of the time. In rotation so to speak. They will come and go as we need them. I’d say at any given time, you would only have around 20-30 dogs in your kennel to service and train. As you know, practice makes perfect. You will also need to train from scratch. Any new dogs I bring in to replace the dogs that either no longer perform well. Or to replace the ones that get sold. You see, some of my clients. Plus the clients of some of my other underground buddies across the country. Sometimes buy our well trained dogs for big money. They buy them for their wives and girl friends who decide they too. Want a dog to fuck them whenever they desire.
Actually, after your performance, I had two clients each buy a dog from me. Both had their girlfriends with them to watch you. Both gals decided right then and there. They needed to become a dog’s bitch. And get fucked by a beast who knows no bonds. One said she was mesmerized by the amount of cum they produced. And was hoping their cum tasted good. Wonder what she has in mind? The other gal just couldn’t wait to know what it felt like to have a big knot force it’s way into her pussy.”
Tammy could hardly believe what she was hearing. But still asked, “What about this facility, or kennel if you will. To house all these fucking monsters? He wasted no time with the details. “Tammy, you and Jon here, will have a new life. I’ll take care of all the financial details. You sell your house here. And keep the money. I already have the perfect property in mind about 20 plus miles out of town. A nice secluded spot on a dead end road. No traffic. I’ll pay for the large kennel needed to house the dogs. Plus, the food etc., etc. And I’m assuming you’ll be needing a “breeding” room where you’ll service the dogs. Whatever you want. You got it.
And as far as the dogs, I will provide all the new dogs required to keep up our inventory. You’ll never know, or have any say in the breed that shows up. Your job will be to simply train them and fuck them. But I can tell you this. There is little chance you’ll ever see a dog under 75 pounds. Unless he’s got an exceptionally large cock for his size. I need large dogs that can tear into their bitches. You know, let them know that they are getting fucked.” With that, he gave Tammy a wink.
After a few moments of thought, Tammy asked a question. “Ok, you say you’ll basically pay for everything. But just what am Jon and I suppose to live on. We have needs to you know. Food, clothes, etc., etc.” That’s a good question he replied. “First, you won’t be needing any clothes Tammy,” as he chuckled. “No, I must apologize for that remark. Tammy, you still haven’t quite gotten the full picture here. The money will be rolling in. People pay tons of money to see this shit. Even after I pay the expenses. I’ll have plenty left over to pay you for your services. I’ll pay you a minimum of 25,000 per month. Maybe more if there’s an abnormal amount of new dogs to train that month. Plus, you have another golden opportunity staring you right in the face and haven’t even thought about.”
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