“Yes, to all of that,” laughed Rachel, “but come and see for yourself.”
Rosie looked crestfallen. “Miss M isn’t keen on dogs, I mean not Sammie/Dog but dogs.”
“You can go, darling,” smiled Michelle, “how is your hand?” She reached for Rosie’s hand and pressed her lips against the bruised fingers.
“I’ll be fine, thank you for being concerned,” hugging Michelle she whispered: “I adore you.”
“I adore you too, now go with Pussy and have fun. Tell me all about it later.”
“I will, I’ll get the others, watching Dogs in action is hot and so exciting!”
Rosie followed Bianca and Pussy in search of the others, Michelle watching them as they left. A Maze attendant stuck her head around the corner, a group of giggling women in tow.
“We’re just going,” Michelle forestalled the attendant and turned to Tara and Jane. “Let’s go.”
“Yes, Miss M.”
Best in Show
Dog/Sammie was a little miffed at being left for so long. A group of young lads abusing the Dogs in the pound hadn’t helped, but she had enjoyed them being sent packing by Dave and a few of the onlookers. It wasn’t the first time she had experienced abuse and prejudice over her chosen lifestyle, but that didn’t make it any easier to take. She curled up close to Archie, seeking reassurance in his warm, heavy presence. An older Dog, Belinda, joined her to see if she was okay, kissing and licking Sammie to show concern and comfort. Sammie loved her fellow Dogs.
Annoyance at being left evaporated when she saw Bianca and Rachel, both of them making a big deal of fussing over her. Rachel showed off her ‘new name’ and Sammie was thrilled at the idea of her friend as ‘Pussy’. Very appropriate, Sammie thought.
As her owner did some final touch-ups to her appearance, Sammie bounced around the parade arena with Bianca by her side. Rachel and a group of women cheered her loudly. Sammie enjoyed the noisy support.
Bianca knelt beside her as they awaited the judging.
“Bollocks,” muttered Bianca.
Second in show. First place went to a young South Asian girl who was new on the scene and attracting a lot of attention.
Growling her disappointment, Sammie consoled herself with the thought of being put into the mounting stalls and being humped by a variety of eager male dogs.
“You’re first up,” Dave told Bianca. “My Dog is already in place. I‘m putting you alongside the winner, a fine looking Dog isn’t it?” He added appreciatively.
“Bollocks,” Bianca said again. Ignoring Dave’s laughter she walked over to Rachel with Sammie on her lead.
“Lovely to see you settling in so well,” said Rosie, petting Sammie rather intimately. “You should have got first, shouldn’t she girls?”
Everyone loudly agreed, even if Shan had mentioned her preference for the winner earlier.
The group made their way to the mounting stalls. Sammie felt her heart beating faster, and her tummy tumbling with excitement. Canine sex was a drug. It made any sacrifice in her new lifestyle worth it. Bianca too was worth the sacrifice. She loved Bianca and serving as her Dog was the ultimate commitment. It fulfilled Sammie’s deep-seated yearning to serve.
“Some pretty asses presenting themselves,” said Bianca, “but none will be as pretty as yours, Dog.”
“Watching Dogs mate always makes me hot,” giggled Rosie.
Rachel felt the older woman’s hand on her arse and for the first time glimpsed the ugly depravity that lurked beneath Rosie’s gentle eyes. Perhaps that explained the odd link-up between Michelle and Rosie, she thought. Impulsively, Rachel squeezed Rosie’s hand on her bum and then groped her pussy in return.
“You saucy minx,” again that giggle which to Rachel now had a dark quality to it.
“You’re a sick bitch, aren’t you?” Rachel whispered.
“Honey, you have no idea. You want to fuck later? I can show you things,” Rosie whispered back. “You into games? Piss, shit, pain, breath play?”
”Will Miss M mind?” Rachel was tempted by the offer. Within limits.
“No, she enjoys my escapades, the kinkier the better. Besides, where do you think she has gone with Tara?”
“What does she do with Tara?”
Shutters came down over Rosie’s face. “Never mind, it’s private, and I don’t know most of it. Miss M is difficult to understand sometimes. But we can have fun. You want to piss on me?” Again the giggle.
“I want to hurt you,” smiled Rachel.
“That’s because you think you may not like me.” A sly, shrewd look replaced Rosie’s habitual demeanour. “Can I hurt you back?”
God help me if I’m not attracted to the idea, thought Rachel, but she was wary.
“Mistress Black can ‘chaperone’ if you like? We would need her permission anyway, wouldn’t we?” Rosie suggested, reading the girl’s mind.
“Give me your phone number,” said Rachel as Bianca called her over.
Rosie nodded, smiling her genial, sweet smile again.
“You’re getting friendly,” said Bianca as she positioned Sammie in the stalls, a row of male dogs barking excitedly, reacting as much to their owner’s excitement as the female scented clothes that were being wafted in front of them by two girl helpers.
“Tell you later, let’s focus on Sammie.”
For Sammie, everything around her was fading to faint background noise. The stall held her still, her rear exposed to the world, even her owner’s fingers working lube into her pussy barely registered. Sammie was in her personal sub-space.
The cool breeze on her wet cunt sent a small ripple through her, was it the sensation or the anticipation making her react, or both? She shivered again as fur brushed her highly sensitive skin, her heartbeat was racing now, her face flushed and warm, then a weight on her back. She couldn’t turn her head to see the dog, but he was much lighter than Archie.
The tip of the dog’s sheath made contact, it was clumsy, random but then steadied, Sammie assumed he was being held, guided. Brief contact with his cock on her pussy made her gasp, pushing back was not possible so Sammie willed the dog to enter her. She felt an inch, maybe more, her base sexuality began to ignite and burn at her core.
The dog began to jab, then thrust sensing it was in the right place. Sammie felt him growing, getting deeper, she snickered encouragement. Humping rapidly and with confidence, he drove his cock hard into the eager, willing flesh of his new mate.
His knot took, and Sammie cherished that sensation, the ultimate feeling of possession. The swelling was pushing his dog prick deeper, bumping against her cervix. He was no longer thrusting, just a constant push. Sammie’s pussy closed over the knot, waiting for that moment when hot fluid would swamp her insides, her stretched cunt creating intense pressure on her clit.
The first wave hit, the heat first, followed by her orgasm, a howling ripping sensation that shredded her being. Sammie welcomed the release as it would allow the dog semen into her uterus which would trigger another muscle contracting orgasm to milk even more from his furry balls. An unholy alliance of woman and dog feeding off each other.
The cycle of semen and orgasm continued as the dog swivelled, causing the knot to tighten, pulling Sammie’s cunt into an obscene pout as he tugged. She cried out, orgasming again, her insides swollen with his fluid. As always, Sammie lost all concept of time but feared the approach of loss, fearing that moment when the monster snagged inside her would dissipate and slip from her grasp.
The release when it came was almost too much to bear, her cunt was exposed and open to the world, she imagined the onlookers could see into her soul. Sammie’s despair was fleeting, quickly replaced by joy as more soft fur tickled her skin, an enveloping weight settled on her and then bliss as the male dog began sealing her engorged gash from view. Sammie smiled and gladly surrendered. She was Dog.
Watching as Sammie mated with the Alsatian cross, Bianca turned to Rachel.
”Fancy giving it a go?”
Rachel looked at her best friend, trying to imagine what was going through Sammie’s head, what drove her to accept this lifestyle. She couldn’t imagine, and she also knew it wasn’t for her. It was Sammie’s thing and she was happy for her friend.
”No, I’ll think I’ll pass.” After a brief pause, Rachel asked: Where do we go from here?”
”How so?”
”I like being Pussy, I like being your pussy,” replied Rachel, almost shyly.
It was a while before Bianca replied.
”I shouldn’t have said anything, I was being silly,” continued Rachel feeling embarrassed.
”No, no you’re not. I like it too, it’s just weird how it’s turning out,” said Bianca.
“Because we couldn’t stand each other?”
Bianca matched Rachel’s smile. “I guess. Shall we see how it goes, try things out?”
“I’d love too, no promises and always be honest. Agreed?”
Bianca kissed Rachel. “Agreed.”
“What shall I do about her?” She inclined her head toward Rosie.
“Who? Rosie? If you want to play that’s fine with me. Just be careful with her. She bites.”
“Yeah, I kind of got that, which is half the attraction. Will you chaperone?”
“Sure. It will cost though.”
“Cost what?”
“My bed, your cunt, my pleasure,” Bianca grinned.
Rachel looked up and smiled. “Deal.”
****
In the bedroom, Michelle tested the restraints. She could barely move as she lay on her back, naked and spreadeagled. The sound of boots on the wooden floor caught her attention.
“Rosie will be here at seven. She says she is excited about dinner with you this evening and she thinks she has pulled Pussy. Also hopes you are okay.”
Tara put the phone down. “Are you okay?”
Michelle tested the restraints again, feeling the hard, uncomfortable intrusion in her rectum. “Do you care?”
“No. Later maybe, but right now, for the next hour or so then no, I do not care.”
Tara was naked save for her knee-high boots. The tall, slim brunette liked the noise they made on the wooden floor.
“I’m ready,” said Michelle, trying to calm her stomach.
“Really? You’re ready? And do you think that matters?”
“No.” Michelle knew it had been a mistake when she said it.
Tara waited for an apology she knew she would never get. Pulling up a chair she sat and looked at that blonde naked girl strapped to the bed.
“I hate you,” said Tara.
“I know.”
“Which is why you trust me to do this, but is that wise?”
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