Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

Just then the knot popped out and she moved behind me and gasped, "My God! You're gaping and there is a steady stream of cum running out of you. God, that is so obscene." She stroked my back. She was quiet a moment, then, "No, not yet. I can't. It looks so amazing but there is still some arguing going on inside me. I know I want to, though."

Sammy was lying not far away. He was licking his cock and knot clean. I jerked my head toward him and she stared. "That is so hot. Look at that cock and knot. You had that inside you, can you believe it?"

"Not quite yet, but... maybe after Paddy, I will." She saw the look in my eyes and moved to the gate in the fence to release the other dog. Controlling him seemed easier, maybe he had some sense or understanding from watching Sammy on me that this was his turn.

I wanted to repeat everything, but I was too ready for round two of fucking. He sat in front of me and I could see about four inches of hard, red cock staring at me. Okay, maybe I was staring at it...

Something filed away in the back of my brain came forward: the dog's cock is generally not hard and erect when initial penetration is achieved in mating with a bitch. They become erect while fucking. Having four inches to begin seem sufficient in my mind so I turned on my hands and knees and patted my ass to him like I did Sammy. He was just as quick to respond to the command and mounted me. This time I spared myself the moments of him stabbing blindly at my ass. I slipped my hand between my legs quickly and eased him close to my pussy. Again, the initial penetration made me gasp and groan.

I was blissfully oblivious as the dog pounded me with his jackhammer strokes when a man-cock appeared in front of my face. I opened my mouth and gobbled the cock deep into my mouth. The dog's forceful fucking had my breast bouncing and my mouth moving sharply over the cock in my mouth.

"She was willing, I see." That was definitely Mr. Woodburn. Thank goodness.

"We talked, but she was great. For someone who had never been fucked by a dog before, she looks like she has been forever." A pause. "Charles, this is so hot and sexy. I have to do it. Would you mind?"

"Love, you know I wouldn't. We've talked about it after we found out what their history was. I was the one who suggested my slut to see what it might look like. If you want to, do it. Talk to Tina. Work it out. I know how your mind works, love. Work it out, then do it." Another pause. "Can I watch?" I didn't hear a response, but I felt both of them shift around me, Sir's cock moving in my mouth. I suspected they were kissing. "I love you, Deb. I'll support you in anything."

It was so weird to be overhearing their heart-felt feeling over me as If I wasn't there, but I was there. I was being fucked by their dog and sucking his cock.

I came out of the bathroom after a much-needed shower before dinner. Mrs. Woodbum was seated at her vanity in bra and panties applying her makeup and fussing with her hair. On the bed was the floor-length, sheer, white nightgown I had packed on Mr. Woodburn's recommendation. I knew it well. Trudy had seen it in one of the shops we visited and insisted I get it after seeing me in it. She was convinced it could come in handy sometime with a client. It was one of those gowns that were held by thin straps at the shoulders. The back was non-existent. It simply dropped to just above my butt. The front was a sheer lace bodice with a single catch between the breasts. The front was open to the floor if 1 moved. Standing in one place, the gown closed. If stepped or a breeze caught it, I was exposed. I loved the feel of the gown and how it made me feel. I walked around the tiny efficiency enjoying the feeling of it opening and exposing me, wondering what occasion would have me actually wearing it. Alongside the gown was a new package of sheer, white thigh-high stockings. On the floor was a pair of white, strap heels.

I was expecting another evening of stockings and heels. "Charles thought you might enjoy dressing up along with us." I smiled. Dressing up. They were dressing in almost formal outfits. Me? | was 'dressing up' in a sheer nightgown.

She stood up and stepped in front of me, her hands grasping mine. She looked intently into my eyes, "Dear, want to thank you." I started to protest, but, "No, I mean it. Thank you. Charles is better at this 'dominant in control thing. I just blurt out my feelings, but he feels the same way. What you might do for the firm is one thing. What you do for us, though, is personal. I know he calls you his personal slut, but well, last night was beautiful and today was stunning.

We were interrupted by his appearance in the bedroom door. "Are you two going to make me drink by myself?"