I slept fitfully, even though I was exhausted. When I did manage to drift off to sleep, I began dreaming about the entire city finding out about a volunteer having bestiality sex with one of the dogs. I dreamed I was the subject of a TV newscast which went on for several broadcasts. I was scorned and derided as a perverted slut. It was an awful dream.
I woke up. It was early Friday morning. I let the cobwebs of sleep slowly evaporate from my brain as I thought about what Frank had said. What if there were security cameras at the kennel, and the animal shelter had footage of my sexual activity? I fretted over this until Frank woke up. I told him about my fitful sleep and that upsetting dream. Frank said we had no choice but to go to the shelter this morning and look for any cameras that might have recorded the event. We got dressed and headed directly to the shelter. We walked back to the concrete enclosures where the big dogs were. Frank nudged me and discreetly pointed to a security camera located on the wall inside the kennel. My heart sank. I felt my knees go weak. I held on to Frank for support as we slowly walked out of the area.
“What are we going to do, Frank? We can’t risk having a film of me fucking Spirit seen by anyone who runs the shelter. I am so ashamed.”
Frank reassured me that we would figure something out. We just needed to see the security tape from last night. It was still early, and the shelter was not open for the day, yet. But the Director’s car was in his parking spot. I knew I had to speak with him about the security system to find out if the camera was working or not. I did not know what kind of story I could tell him to find out if they were operational, but I would have to think of something.
John was the Director. He loves all the volunteers, like me, and we were very chummy. I walked into his office, as I often did, and struck up a conversation. John is a tall man who is very fit. He has gleaming blue eyes and a broad smile that just melts the hearts of some of our younger volunteer ladies. I was more immune to his handsomeness, but not by much. I asked John if the security system was working. I had been near the kennel last night and saw an intruder. I wondered if we had a record of it that I could look at. I presumed John would tell me to go into the office that housed the security system, and I could look at it alone. But no. John said, “Let’s go look at the footage.” My heart sank. I suddenly said, “wait. I know who I saw. It was Karen. I remember she said she would stay late to finish cleaning out the kennel. We don’t need to check the security footage”. “OK,” said John, with a puzzled look on his face. “Whatever you think”. I felt immense relief. I knew that a typical security system would record over the same recording tape after just a few days. I knew that if no one looked at the tape the images would be erased soon. I walked out to the car and told Frank the good news. He was as relieved as I was.
The rest of that day was uneventful. Frank and I, having re-ignited our sex life, spent Friday night fucking each other’s brains out. It was wonderfully exhausting. It was mid-afternoon on Saturday when everything changed. I got a call, and it was John, the Animal Shelter Director, on the line. He did not sound like himself. He stammered and hesitated, then finally got to the point. He needed me to come to the Shelter. He said, “come after closing time, there is something we must discuss in private.” My heart sank. He must have seen the security tape. Oh, my gawd.
I did not tell Frank anything. I mentioned I was meeting my sister at the mall, which was my excuse to leave. I changed into a short, thin summer dress, and did not bother with a bra. In the back of my mind, I thought if I could distract John, it might help me get out of this situation.
All the cars were gone for the day at the shelter, except John’s, of course. I walked through the front door and hesitated before heading towards John’s office. The door was closed. I knocked timidly. John’s voice, from inside said “Emily?” “Yes”, I squeaked. “Lock the front door and come back here to my office”. Oh shit, that does not seem good.
John was sitting behind his desk. He had an opened bottle of bourbon on his desk with two glasses. One was glass was half full, which his large hand was holding. He silently poured me a drink. I took it, also without saying a word. I downed it and put the glass back on the desk. He did not hesitate and poured me another, which I again drank quickly.
He sipped his drink and said he did not know how to deal with this. “After you and I spoke yesterday, my curiosity got the better of me and I pulled up the security footage “. The camera and recording system were new and state of the art. The images in the kennel were crystal clear. He said he saw everything.
My heart sank. I reached for the bourbon for another glassful. I needed some strength to deal with this scandal.
John said “I have never seen anything like that before. Does anyone else know about this”? I told him my husband was aware. John’s eyes perked up. “Really? What did he think about it?”
“My husband was very aroused about it. In fact, we have been fucking non-stop since I told him.”
“Interesting….. I want to see for myself the situation that led up to your activity. Emily, let’s go out to the kennel.”
The kennel was quiet except for a few barking dogs that were in other cages. John and I did not say a word to each other as we walked slowly back to the scene of the crime. The glaring afternoon sun was nearly gone, and the light was softer and more subdued. When we got to Spirit’s kennel, John pointed out the security camera on the wall. “That is what captured your activity from the other night”, he said in a manner-of-fact way.
I was surprised to see Spirit still there. “I thought he was going to be neutered and adopted?” John said it was scheduled for Monday. “Spirit may have another night of fun yet”. What? Did John just hint about something? I looked at John with a questioning expression. “You seemed to really get into having a dog fuck you, so I want to see for myself how it is. Why don’t you get undressed and get him excited”.
I am sure all the color left my face as I realized what he wanted to watch me do. He wanted to see me fuck Spirit in person. I just stood there. “Emily, don’t you think this is the least you can do to keep me from releasing those security tapes to the public?”
He could tell by the expression on my face that I was not happy with this scenario. But after a moment, I untied the shoulder sash to my summer dress, and it silently fell to the concrete floor. I stepped out of it, then hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties. I pulled them down and lightly stepped out of them and handed them to John. I figured he’d want them as a trophy. He smiled and took a big sniff of them before slipping them into his pocket. My chest was beet red from embarrassment, and my heart was racing. I was totally naked in front of the Director, and he was about to witness me fucking a shelter dog.
I paused a moment and looked at him with a pleading expression. “Go ahead. You know what to do, apparently”, he said with a bit of a sneer. I got down on my knees and began to pet Spirit. He was happy to see me, and I knew why. I rubbed his belly and found his scrotum. I stroked him until his prick began to poke out of the sheath. I was intent on getting Spirit aroused and was startled by John’s voice. “You should let him lick you a little, first”. I looked up at John, then exhaled and lay down on the concrete with my legs spread. My shaved pussy, already getting wet from this odd situation that I was in, was an instant target for Spirit. He promptly lay down in front of my cunt and began lapping with gusto.
“That’s it. Let him taste your lovely cunt. It looks delicious. I can see why Spirit likes you. He is a lucky dog. But not the only lucky one”. With that, John pulled off his golf shirt and unbuckled his pants. He dropped them and his underwear near the shirt. He kneeled with his crotch near my face. John’s erection was stiff and engorged with blood. It was quite a bit larger than Frank’s and had a menacing look to it, if that is possible.
“Go ahead. Suck it while the dog is licking you” John said with satisfaction. I took his manhood in one hand and guided it to my mouth. The velvety head of his penis barely fit inside my mouth. I delicately licked it and nibbled the tip. Spirit’s tongue was doing wonders to remove my inhibitions and so I began to wholeheartedly suck off John’s beautiful member. I would pull it out and run my tongue down the length of it and reverse, to pop it back in my mouth. I lost all concern for time and space as my ass, cunt lips and clit were being burnished by Spirit’s slick tongue. I was focused on the cock which I had my hands and lips around. Without warning, the sensations in my loins peaked and I climaxed with an unexpected orgasm. I even squirted and coated my thighs giving Spirit more fluid to lick.
John said “good girl. Squirting is so hot! I guess you do that for all the dogs who lick you” as he grinned sarcastically. I did not care. That was a fantastic orgasm, and I wanted the dick I was sucking to cum for me too. John did not disappoint me. I could feel him tense up as cum was boiling up from his balls. I jacked him off and aimed the end of his dick at my open mouth. John gasped as his shaft suddenly erupted with a rope of thick, creamy jizz. It missed my mouth and blasted my cheek and nose. I managed to get my mouth around the second blast of cum and kept my lips wrapped around him until his orgasm had ended. His sperm tasted incredible. What landed on my face felt warm and slick. I smeared it into my skin like lotion.
John sat back on the bare concrete and gestured for me to continue with Spirit. My cunt was boiling with desire, so I did not have to be asked. I flipped over on to my knees and Spirit took the hint. He leaped up on my back and anchored himself on me with his front paws. His rear legs danced around as his cock probed my crotch to find its target. He quickly found his mark and I felt his cock spread apart my pussy lips and squeeze inside me. Spirit suddenly began thrashing about behind me, stabbing me relentlessly with his shaft. It was as if he knew he was never going to get to fuck again after today and gave me all he could. I was delirious with pleasure. I never felt this full, or this used. I was Spirit’s bitch and had John witnessing everything. I should have been ashamed but instead I was excited to get another chance to feel Spirit inside me.
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