“This is a non-disclosure agreement. Any and all activities you participate in, are for us, and whomever you are entertaining to know about only. It also states that in the event that you decide to up and quit working for me without due notice, videos and pictures of you will be sent to any places that you apply for in lieu of a letter of recommendation. And if you choose not to sign, I will terminate your employment, and the same goes as before. I will submarine any attempt at employment elsewhere. Understood?”
I sat there, stunned. He had me over a damn barrel. I couldn’t quit, because I would end up crawling back to the only place I could work, and who knows if I would even get paid. And before I could job hunt, I would have to let him know. I was surrendering total control to him.
Seeing as I didn’t have any choice, I signed the paper.
“Good, now let’s go see what I’ll be paying you extra for.”
He stood up and led me by the hand to the kennels. He walked me over to one of the kennels, opened the gate and shoved me inside. I was still in shock at what was happening to me and I stood frozen.
“Part of being these dogs’ bitch means you act like a bitch in heat. That means you get down and your hands and knees, and present yourself to be fucked. Don’t make me have to fire you on the first day.”
Shaking, I got down on my hands and knees, and lowered my upper body and spread my knees. This dog was easily larger than the one that raped me the night before. He walked around me and sniffed at my pussy. The humiliation at what was happening to me was making me start to get wet. The dog could sense my building arousal, and started licking at my cunt to get it good and wet. This time, with out my panties being in the way, he started lapping at my hole, pushing his tongue deep inside, getting all the juice that was building inside of me.
Tonight, now that I knew it was going to happen, I put all the humiliation and shame out of my mind. I decided that if this was what I was going to be, I was going to enjoy it as much as possible. I started pushing my hips back at the dog’s face, forcing his long tongue further into my snatch. I started moaning as he licked at my pussy. The previous night, I was so terrified that I didn’t appreciate what a dog’s long tongue could do, but now I was enthralled. I moaned louder as my orgasm neared.
“Like that,” I encouraged. “Keep licking me, I’m so close to cumming, Bob. Do you want to watch your bitch cum on this doggy tongue?”
I looked over my shoulder, and Bob had his impressive dick out slowly stroking it. I was getting so turned on, not having my own will. I was there to be a fuck toy, a cum dumpster for my boss and his dogs. And the realization made me so hot that I came.
“Oh god! I’m cumming!” I squealed, as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through my spasming pussy.
The dog, having lubed my pussy with his tongue, mounted me. He had about 40 pounds on the first dog, and his weight landing on my back send a flash of pain as my elbows and knees were found into the concrete floor. I could feel his hot slimy cock rubbing my mound and stomach as he humped at me, searching for his target. I tried I reach back and guide him to my hole, but I couldn’t hold my self under his immense weight.
Slowly I felt his prick moving closer to the target. His dick was repeatedly hitting my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Hornier than ever, and wanting that massive cock in me, I rolled my hips, and I felt his tip find it’s mark.
With a massive push, he buried half of his meat in me, and I was in heaven. His cock was fatter than the other’s, and I moaned like a whore as his girth stretched me. As he pumped me like a jackhammer, he pushed deeper and deeper inside.
“Bob, he’s so big!” I moaned. “He’s stretching my pussy. It feels so good.” I was moaning I uncontrollably as the mastiff railed me out. Soon, I could feel his tip against my cervix, stretching me deeper as he forced the rest of his cock in me. Then I felt it, his knot was slapping against my obscenely parted lips.
“Mmm…fuck me…knot me. Make me your bitch. Tie up with your new bitch,” I pled to the dog. Turning to Bob, I asked “Does the master like watching his bitch get fucked?”
“Master?” Bob chuckled. “Yes. ‘Master’ enjoys it,” he answered as he furiously stroked his eleven inch tool.
Soon the dogs know was pushing in, then pulling out of my lips. Every time it went in, in would press into my g spot, driving me crazy. I was thrusting my hips back into him, trying to get him to tie me up. I was dying for an orgasm like the previous night, and I wanted to feel his cum spraying in me like a fire hose. Finally, I felt his know swelling just outside my pussy, to where it was larger than what I was opening. I spread my knees some more and threw myself onto his fleshy sword, and forced his know into my pussy.His knot continued to swell, stretching me further, and pushing against my g spot.
“Master, he’s tied with me!” I moaned. “Pressing…g spot…God, I’m cumming!”
This orgasm was even bigger than the last one. My pussy clamped down on the dogs dick, milking it from the knot to the tip. My orgasm brought on the dogs own peak, and I felt a rumble deep in me as he started cumming.
“He’s cumming in me! I feel it! It’s spraying my walls… Filling me up.”
After about two minutes, I felt his cock stop jerking and spraying in me.
“Is he done, bitch?” Bob asked.
“Yes, he’s done,” I panted…
“Pardon me?”
“Yes, he’s done, Master.”
Bob came into the kennel, and knelt in front of me with his cock out. He grabbed me by the hair and jerked my face up. I opened my mouth to suck his cock, but he just held me there, stroking his cock.
“Don’t ever forget to call me ‘Master’ again, slut,” he growled, and shot his load in my face. Rope after rope of his sticky seed hit everywhere on my face but my mouth. My face was left coated and he dropped my head.
I went to wipe up the cum, with the intent of swallowing it, but he slapped my hand away.
“No. You will clean up when I tell you. If you want to eat cum, wait a few minutes.”
After about twenty minutes, I felt the swollen knot go down enough, and the dog started to pull away.
“Now, slut, before he pulls out, you are going to get your hand ready. As he pulls out, you will cover your cunt to hold the cum in. Then you will set back, legs spread, and then you can eat the cum that runs out. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
I cupped my hand around the dogs cock, with it running between my fingers. As he pulled out, I did my best to block the semen with my hand and clamped my thighs shut to hold it all in. I sat back on my ass and spread my legs, and stared direct into Bob’s eyes. I placed my other hand below my cunt, and let it pool with dog cum as I let it run out of my pussy. I brought it so my mouth, and noisily slurped it up. I was surprised at the taste. It was similar to a mans cum in flavor, but thinner, more watery. I had to be quite the scene: face coated in human cum, dog cum glistening on my lips and dripping down my chin, and my legs spread lasciviously and a pool of more dog cum gathering below my pussy.
“How does it taste?” Bob asked.
“Amazing, Master. Almost as good as Master’s tastes.”
“Then clean yourself up, we are done for tonight,” Bob said as he turned to walk out. He stopped at the door, and said, “One more thing: you only call me Master when we are here or if I have you entertaining. During the work day, you will call me Robert, whether here or if I call you to the office. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
With that, he walked out. I stood up and quickly made my way out of the kennel. I didn’t want to take too long, because I didn’t know if my thoroughly fucked pussy could handle round two. I walked through the office and to my apartment. I walked to the full length mirror in the living room and appraised what I saw.
My face was still dripping with cum from Bob and the dog. My knees and elbows were scraped up and raw from being fucked so hard on the concrete floor, and the last of the dog cum was trickling down the insides of my thighs.
“Have I lost my mind?” I asked myself. I had to admit, calling him master at first was more of a play on dog/master relationship, and I was the kennel bitch. Then it clicked: I was submitting to him, and I was getting off in it. Surely he was, because as soon as I said it, he really picked up his pace in striking his dick. The more I thought about it, the hotter it was making me.
So, I had a decision to make. Do I embrace this new side of me, and enjoy the pleasures afforded to me? Or do I just go through the motions, because of the blackmail plan Bob had put in place?
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