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"Breeder's Choice" by Grizzly Bear - auto142230 AT spambait.hushmail.com
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Breeder's Choice - ASSM story codes (MF, MFF, FF, cons, best, 
oral, anal, toys, fist, bdsm, M/F, size)

DISCLAIMER:  This is an original work of fiction.  Any resemblance 
between the characters or events and any real person or event is 
strictly coincidental.  This story was written only for my own 
amusement and that of others; the views expressed by the 
characters or implied by their actions should not be construed in 
any way to represent the views of the author or any other person, 
on any subject whatsoever.  Nor should the descriptions of any 
sexual or sadomasochistic activities be construed as an 
endorsement of their safety or legality in any jurisdiction.  (No 
sex is safe; excessive masturbation can give you RSI.)  I'm sorry 
but I do not recall, Senator, and I believe I may have been in the 
bathroom or out of the country at that time.  TMSAISTI.

WARNING: This story contains adult themes such as consensual sex, 
Lesbian sex, bestiality, profanity, sodomy, fetishes, and 
sadomasochism.  If you are under legal age in your jurisdiction or 
if such material offends you or is unlawful to read in your 
community, you must stop reading now.  

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Author's note:  I once had a girlfriend who expressed an interest 
in dogs.  Although our attempts to realize that fantasy were not 
successful,  the idea has always lurked in the back of my mind.  
This is my attempt to exorcise that fantasy.  I hope you enjoy 
reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.  If I get enough 
favorable responses I may continue the story.

Breeder's Choice - part 1 of ?

It was a warm spring Southern California Saturday morning; I slept 
in a little, still feeling the effects of the drinks at the club 
the previous evening.  I drank coffee and orange juice, had a 
piece of toast and a poached egg for breakfast, and went for a 
short run with my dog Max to sweat the last of the alcohol out of 
my body.  I returned Max to his kennel, fed and watered him, then 
went to wash off the sweat and alcohol stink.  I had just stepped 
out of the shower after my run, and was drying myself when the 
doorbell rang.

I wondered who in the world could be at my door - probably 
Jehovah's Witnesses wanting to talk about the Bible or something.  
I pulled on a pair of running shorts and went to open the door.  
Standing there was one of the cutest girls I had ever seen!  My 
mouth hung open; I couldn't think of anything to say.  She was 
wearing a pair of tight pale blue spandex bike shorts, and a hot 
pink spandex crop top that just barely contained her breasts.  I 
could see through the thin fabric that her nipples were large and 
erect.  She had well-defined abs and the high and tight butt and 
hard-pumped muscular legs that come from lots of hill climbing on 
a bike.  I guessed her height at 5'6" and her weight at perhaps 
130, and except for her lovely breasts, none of it was fat.  She 
looked to be perhaps 24 or 25, about ten years younger than I am.  
She was darkly tanned for this early in the season, had long 
reddish-blond hair in a thick braid down to the middle of her 
back, and was wearing a black and hot pink bike helmet, with the 
fingerless gloves and cleated shoes.  Behind her I could see her 
bike, a gleaming Cannondale 16-speed racing model, leaning against 
one of the posts on the porch.  I knew who she was; the alcoholic 
fog just wouldn't let me remember her name.  Until she spoke.

"Brad?  Don't you remember me?  You gave me your card, and said I 
should drop by for a swim."

"Kristi!  Sure!  We danced last night at the Kit-Kat Club!  Come 
on in, and bring the bike.  I hadn't expected you today.  Sorry, 
my brain is missing a few brain cells from last night."

"I hadn't planned on coming by so soon, but I realized this 
morning when I looked up your address that my regular training 
route goes up the canyon that you live in, and I figured I would 
just stop by and see if you were home.  Is this not a good time?"

"Oh, it's a great time!  If I had known you were coming, I would 
have cleaned up a bit first, and been dressed more appropriately.  
I'm afraid I just got out of the shower.  Can I get you anything?  
Coffee's still good, and I have fresh orange juice from my own 
tree."

As she wheeled the bike inside, her shoes made clacking noises on 
the tile floor.  "The orange juice sounds wonderful.  Coffee does 
too.  But don't worry - I don't mind a man's housekeeping, and I 
think you are dressed just fine.  I was wondering what you would 
look like with your shirt off."  She began to rub one hand across 
my chest, and said, "Maybe we can pick up where we left off last 
night, on the dance floor?"

Feeling a little dizzy at the suggestion, I took the bike from her 
and leaned it against the wall.  When I turned back around, she 
was sitting on a chair and removing her bike shoes.  The helmet 
and gloves were already on the floor.  She stood, and peeled her 
bike shorts off, revealing that underneath she was wearing a very 
tiny yellow string bikini.  She stepped out of the shorts, and 
began to peel the top off over her head.  The matching yellow 
bikini top was under it as well, but the action of removing the 
biking top pulled the bikini over her lovely C-cup tits, and they 
sprang free, showing large dark and very stiff nipples.  She 
nonchalantly pulled the bathing suit down over her tits, arranging 
the little yellow triangles to cover them evenly - a nearly futile 
task, as the suit seemed a couple sizes too small for her 
beautiful firm breasts.

"You can see that I came ready for... action.  Shall we see about 
the juice and coffee?"  My eight inch cock was now clearly rising 
to the occasion inside my running shorts, at this wanton display.  
"Oh, my, it looks like you ARE glad to see me!   Well, the orange 
juice will just have to wait.  I want some fresh squeezed lemon 
juice first!"

She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of me, and pulled 
down my shorts.  My now rock hard cock sprang free and slapped her 
on the cheek, and she grabbed it and popped it right into her 
mouth.  With one hand on the shaft and the other cupping my balls, 
she bobbed her luscious lips up and down over the head, swirling 
her tongue around the lower edge of the glans.  Every four or five 
strokes she would take it deep into her mouth until I could feel 
it hit the back of her throat.  She began a low humming sound in 
her throat, and began to suck hard, rhythmically squeezing and 
stroking the shaft and stroking the cum-tube where it ran between 
my balls, swirling her tongue around the head and tickling the 
frenulum with the tip.  She had gotten me pretty hot rubbing 
against me on the dance floor last night, and I had not beat off 
since to relieve pressure.  I knew this was going to be a good 
one.  After just a couple minutes of this treatment, I was ready.  
I said, "Kristi, I'm gonna come!  Oh, Jesus, here it comes!"

She just hummed louder, and increased the tempo and the suction.  
I grabbed her head with both hands, and groaned as I blasted a 
huge hot load, spurt after spurt into her mouth, and she sucked 
and sucked to get it all as she swallowed it down.  She opened her 
mouth and stuck out her tongue, to show me the strings of cum 
stretching from the head of my cock to her white-coated tongue.  
She put my cock back in her mouth, and sucked and licked and 
swallowed until she was sure she had gotten it all.  She looked up 
at me.  "I figured I owed you that, after teasing you so hard last 
night.  Now I'm ready for the orange juice!"

I stepped out of my shorts and walked to the kitchen naked, my 
feet several inches off the floor, pulling her along by the hand.  
She sat at the table, and I poured two large glasses of juice, and 
poured her a cup of coffee, refilling my own cup.  She drank about 
half the glass in one pull,  leaned back in her chair and closed 
her eyes, and said, "Ahhhhh... damn that's good.  I can almost 
come just from that taste."

I sat down next to her at the table, and we made a little small 
talk for a few minutes.  We hadn't talked very much at the bar; 
the music had been too loud, but the chemistry was unmistakable.    
I had really wanted to take her home last night, but both of us 
had ridden there with friends, and I had no way to get her here.  
I had arrived home feeling a little (OK, a lot!) frustrated.  But 
this was perfect - I hadn't figured I would be able to see her 
till the following weekend, if then.  We talked about where we 
worked, and where we were from, movies, music, that sort of thing; 
she said she lived in some apartments just beyond the bottom of 
the canyon.

I had put my hand on her leg, and was running my fingernails up 
and down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, occasionally just 
grazing the thin fabric that covered her mound.  After a bit she 
spread her legs to give me access to her crotch, and began to 
stroke my cock, which rapidly grew hard again with her delicate 
caresses.  I slipped a finger inside the crotch of her bikini, and 
sought the soft inner folds of her pussy; I was not surprised to 
find them swollen and wet.  She closed her eyes and gaze a long 
sigh that turned into a low moan, and squeezed my cock hard.

"Did you come here to swim, or to fuck?" I asked her.

"Both," she grinned.  "I hope you aren't going to disappoint me."

"Which would you like to do now?"

In reply she stood and peeled off her top, then pulled off the 
bottom of her bathing suit.  Except for a little triangular patch 
of closely-trimmed fur just above the cleft of her pussy, she was 
shaved bare.  I slipped a finger into her wet and ready slit, and 
gripped a breast with the other hand, pulling it toward me and 
sucking the nipple into my mouth.  "Ohhhh... Yesss... I like that.  
Brad, take me to bed now.  I want to be licked and fucked until I 
scream.  Can you do that?"

"I'll sure give it the old college try, ma'am!  If you aren't 
satisfied I will gladly refund the price of admission!"

As I stood I pulled her to me and threw her over my shoulder in a 
fireman's carry, and headed for the bedroom.  I stuck two fingers 
into her exposed and ready pussy as I went, and she gave a little 
squeal.  I dropped her on my bed, and as she bounced I had already 
dropped to my knees and had her legs bent back.  No sooner was she 
resting on the bed than I had my tongue in her twat.

"Spread those legs wide, Kristi, and tell me when I hit the good 
spots."  As she held her legs spread in the air, I reached around 
and got a hand on each breast.  Then I began to lick her up the 
length of her sopping slit.  Her pussy juices tasted wonderful - 
sweet and salty, with an intense aroused female odor - the kind 
that goes straight to the hindbrain.  I gave a low growl in my 
throat, and began licking her with long slow strokes, from just 
short of her rosy little anus all the way across her clit, using 
my tongue as flat as I could get it, finishing with just the tip 
on her clit, which I used to give it a little swirl.  She was soon 
moaning and bucking her hips against my tongue.  I began rolling 
both of her nipples between my thumb and finger, and the volume of 
her moans increased.

"Ohhh... God... Brad... Yessss.  Lick it like that, now lick my 
clit, faster, do it faster... Ohhh...Brad... YESSS!"

I moved a hand to her now sopping wet pussy, and slid two, then 
three fingers into her.  I concentrated my tongue action on the 
shaft of her clit which was now quite hard, working it back and 
forth, and began to suck on it gently as I pushed my fingers in 
and out.  I switched to two fingers, holding them in and working 
them against her G-spot on the forward wall of her pussy.  She 
began to shriek and thrash her head back and forth, and as her 
hips began to buck frantically, I sucked hard on her clit and 
nipped it lightly with my teeth as I ground my fingertips into her 
pussy.  She screamed, and it was all I could do to hold on to her 
and keep her clit in my mouth.

"YAAAHHH!!  AAAAHHHHHH!!  YAAAHHHAAAAAAA!!   YEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!  
OOOHHHhhhh... Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh... oh God, oh God, oh God..."

"Did I hear a scream, hmmm?"

"Brad, that was wonderful.  How did you ever learn to lick pussy 
like that?  I've only come like that before when a woman was 
eating me.  Ooops... I'm not sure I should have said that."

"Not a problem.  I had a good teacher - a woman who likes women!  
I'm glad you enjoyed it, because I like to do it.  Say, you suck a 
pretty good cock yourself.  You can use me as a reference any 
time!   Now how about some fucking?  Are you using birth control, 
or do I need a condom?"

"I'm on the pill.  So ram it in and fuck away!"

"I'm pretty big - tell me if I hurt you, and PLEASE let me know 
what feels good."

"Hard and deep and fast and long and often is what feels good.  
Doggie, or heels on your shoulders.  I really like doggie."

"Doggie style?  Or a real doggie?"

She laughed.  "Doggie style, of course!  I don't know about a real 
doggie!  Why would you ask that?"

"Well, this IS California - you just never know...   You will have 
to meet my doggie sometime."

I turned her over, got her up on her knees, and began to rub the 
head of my throbbing eight inch tool up and down through her 
swollen and sopping wet pussy lips.  She was soon moaning and 
pushing back against me, trying to get my cock inside.  But as 
soon as the head began to slip in I would pull it back out.  I 
expanded the range of friction to include rubbing the tip against 
her clit, but still refrained from entering her.  She was moaning 
louder, and wiggling her hips, trying to get more stimulation.  
Soon she began to ask for it, but I wanted to hear her beg.

"Ohhh...  Mmmm... Ohhh... Brad... put it in... do it Brad... stop 
teasing me and put it in... Ohhh... "

"What do you want me to do?  What do you want me to put where?  
Talk to me Kristi.  I want to hear you say what you want."  I put 
a finger on the shaft of her clit and began to stroke it very 
gently - much lighter than I knew would be sufficient to set her 
off.

"Ohhh.... Put it in and fuck me Brad."

"Put what in?  Where should I put it?"

"Ohhh... damn you, put your cock in me!"

"Where shall I put it?  So many choices!"  I took the finger that 
was now slick with her juices and began to push it into her little 
rosebud asshole.  "In here?  Do you want my cock in here?" 

"No, you bastard, put your cock in my pussy and fuck me dammit!  
And stop teasing me like that!"

I pulled my cock back from her pussy lips but left my finger 
tickling her asshole.  "Now is that the right way to ask for what 
you want?  I don't think your mother taught you that sort of 
manners.  Ask again and ask nicely and you just might get what you 
want."

She was nearly sobbing with frustration now.  "Pleeeease fuck me 
Brad! Please ram your cock into my pussy and fuck me hard!"

I had taken a tube of KY jelly from the drawer beside the bed, 
removed its cap, and squeezed a large glob onto my index finger 
that was against her ass.  I pushed the tip into her sphincter, 
and withdrew it for more.   "Now, see what happens when you use 
the magic words?"  I simultaneously rammed my cock into her 
steaming hot pussy, and jammed my well lubricated finger into her 
ass; she let out a yell as the end of my cock smashed into her 
cervix.  I pulled it out and rammed it in again, and began to fuck 
her hard, gradually picking up the speed as I worked my finger 
around in her ass.  

She yelled as every stroke hit bottom, and soon began to wail.  I 
reached my other hand under her and found her clit.  As I worked 
my finger against the shaft, she went off like a rocket.  Her 
pussy began to spasm against my cock and I could feel her anal 
sphincter squeezing my finger.  As the muscles of her cunt began 
to milk my cock, I jammed it in hard and began to shake my hips up 
and down and she screamed even louder as I began to shoot my 
second load of the day against the mouth of her waiting womb.

She collapsed into a heap as her legs splayed out to the sides, 
and I collapsed panting on top of her.  "Oh, Jesus, Brad, that was 
incredible!  You had me so HOT!  The finger in my butt - that was 
the last straw!  I've never had that before!"

"Really?  No one has ever tried to stimulate your ass during sex?"

"Well, a couple have tried, but I didn't like what they were 
doing.  It didn't feel good, so I stopped them.  But this felt 
great!"

"If you think that felt good, wait till you feel my cock in your 
ass!"

"No thanks, not right now, I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"You'll know it when you are - in fact you'll beg for it, just 
like you did for my cock in your pussy.  There are more nerve 
endings in your anus than anywhere else in your body except your 
clit.  Most women who have given it a fair try tell me that they 
can come harder from being fucked in the ass than any other way - 
except for being fucked in both holes at once!"

"Well, I don't think today, anyway."

"Plenty of time - we don't need to try everything today.  What say 
we get a shower and hit the pool?  How long can you stay?"

"I don't need to be anywhere till Monday morning at eight."

"Super!  Me neither!  There is someone coming over later this 
afternoon, but I'd love it if you'd stick around.  They won't be 
here long, and we've got all night after that, and all of 
tomorrow."  I turned on the water in the shower, and we both 
stepped inside.  Our conversation continued as we soaped each 
other's bodies.

"So - who's coming over?" 

"Her name is Debra - Debra Mitchell.  MRS. Debra Mitchell.  Her 
husband's a TV producer, I gather.  She's got a bitch in heat to 
be bred."

"She's a bitch in heat?  To be BRED?  What are you saying?"

I laughed.  "Bitch as in female dog.  I have a male Great Dane, 
AKC Registered, championship bloodlines.  She is bringing her 
female Great Dane, literally a bitch in heat, over to be bred.  
Max's gonna get laid today!  Like I said, wait'll you see my 
doggie.  And today you even get to see him in action.  If you 
thought I could fuck - that dog is a fucking machine!"

"Really!  You know I don't think I have ever actually seen two 
dogs do that.  I've seen them after, when they were stuck 
together, but I've never seen the whole act."

"Well put on your suit, and lets go out back, and I'll introduce 
you to Max.  On second thought maybe you better put on the bike 
shorts."

"Why?  Will the neighbors object to my suit?"

"No - none of my neighbors can even see into my back yard.  
Between fences and plantings,  it's completely screened and the 
closest house is about a hundred yards away.  They can't even hear 
us.   But you have to be pretty careful around Max.  He will fuck 
anything that will hold still long enough, he's awfully big and 
strong and he can be pretty persistent."

"Do you mean he would try to fuck a human female?  He would try to 
fuck ME?"

"That's just what I'm saying.  Especially when he gets a scent of 
your freshly-fucked pussy.  When I have his leash and training 
collar on, I can hold him.  But if he gets loose...  It's the 
reason I had to stop taking him to shows.  He tried to rape a 
little poodle in heat right through her portable kennel, and tried 
to rape her owner when she tried to pull him off.  I'm sure he 
couldn't fuck you through the bike shorts, but that bikini isn't 
any more than a G-string, and I don't think it would even slow him 
down.  If we never let him out of the kennel, its not a problem - 
you could be there naked.  But he gets pretty anxious when I'm in 
the yard and don't let him out at least for a while.  And besides 
I need to clean his kennel before his visitors arrive.  That's 
where he will be doing his entertaining, and there are rules about 
these things."

Kristi giggled at the thought of this huge dog trying to rape some 
prissy poodle-owning woman at a dog show.  "Maybe you'd better get 
a chastity belt for your female guests.  Are you sure its safe for 
me to even be there?"

"Oh, sure, he won't bite you or anything.  But be ready for him to 
put a shoulder into you to try and knock you down.  Brace 
yourself, and if he starts to push give him a knee in the ribs, 
hard.  Even if he does get you down, I will be able to get to him 
and pull him off, because I'll have his training collar on him.  
But if all you had on was that g-string, or nothing - once he got 
into you, the only way to get him off would be to shoot him up 
with tranks, or wait till he was finished.  You just cannot 
believe how strong a 220-pound dog that's crazed with lust can be.  
I don't think he would injure you if he got into you but he might.  
He killed a little stray spaniel cross bitch that he caught once; 
split her guts right open."

"Jesus - 220 pounds?  That's not a dog - that's a pony!  Have you 
got a saddle for him?  How about if I just take the bike shorts 
down there, and I'll put them on before you let him out."

"You'll think pony when you see how he's hung!"

"So why haven't you gotten him... fixed?"

"He's worth too much intact.  He won Best of Breed at both L.A. 
and Chicago shows when he was a year old; his sire won Best of 
Show at Westminster, and his dam has a whole host of champions 
from Germany in her pedigree. His stud fee is $2000 a pop,  and I 
don't take puppies - just cash.  People think its a bargain. Max 
is a much better figured dog than his sire, but I just can't take 
him to shows anymore; he would be worth two or three times that if 
I could show him.  I get him a bitch eight or ten times a year - 
that adds up!"

"You won't charge me that much if he catches me, will you?" she 
said with a giggle.

"Potency guaranteed - no charge if you don't have puppies!"  We 
both laughed at that until she had tears running down her cheeks.

We both carried our suits down to the pool, and Kristi brought her 
bike shorts.  We rubbed sunscreen on each other and frolicked 
naked in the water for a while; I ate her to another orgasm as she 
sat on the edge of the pool.  Then I decided to take care of the 
doggie business.  Kristi put on her bike shorts, and I went into 
the kennel to get Max.  

The kennel is a small air-conditioned concrete building, twelve by 
twenty feet.  There are four cages, three on one side four feet 
square and six and a half feet tall, and one large cage on the 
other, eight by four feet, with a four foot aisle between that 
leads to the run outside.   The opposite end of the building is 
storage mostly, with a grooming table that doubles for minor 
veterinary procedures.  The floor is graded to a large floor drain 
in its center.  Max usually sleeps in the large cage, unless there 
is an overnight guest.  That's where he was when I went in to get 
him.

There is a fenced run outside, twelve by sixteen feet, on a 
concrete slab with an eight foot cyclone fence around it and a 
green fiberglass awning over two-thirds of it, for shade.  It too 
has a floor drain to city sewer.  Building codes.  Can't just go 
hosing dog shit off onto the lawn, have to have a sewer for it and 
use horse shit or llama shit on the lawn.  There is a swinging 
door between Max's kennel and the run that I leave unlocked during 
the day when I am home so he can go in and out as he pleases.  At 
night I lock him in the kennel; there is a security system on it, 
and the locks and doors are quite stout.  He is my most valuable 
possession, and there are plenty of people who would have reason 
to try to steal him.

Max was quite happy to see me, he knew something was up since 
otherwise he'd not usually see me again after his morning run 
until suppertime.  Especially when I put his training collar on 
him - he knew then that he was either going outside, or had 
company!  His training collar is the kind that digs teeth into his 
neck when the leash is pulled - his neck muscles are too strong 
for a regular choker to have much effect.  The leash is  a two 
inch wide nylon strap, double thick, with a forged steel snap on 
the end, and is supposed to be strong enough to tow a car.  The 
limiting factor is me - I outweigh him by about ten pounds, but he 
is far stronger, and has four legs for traction instead of two.  I 
never take him outside the fence without the training collar, and 
I never let him out of the kennel without it if we have visitors.  
I led him out through the side door.

His head is about even with Kristi's breasts, and he took 
advantage of that to give them a couple big friendly licks.  I 
could see goosebumps come up all over her body.  He tried the 
knock-her-down-with-the-shoulder routine, but she was ready, and 
kneed him in the ribs, and he backed off.  She was quite taken 
with him, and while I held the leash closely she rubbed her hands 
all over his body.  He is the beautiful brindle that is the least 
common coloring among Danes, and a very fine example of it, with 
sharp black markings against a rich golden yellow background, and 
not a single white hair on him.  He stands forty inches at the 
shoulder, and as I said is 220 pounds of all muscle.  I looped the 
leash over a stout hook in the concrete wall provided for the 
purpose, and went inside to clean the kennel.

I carried his bed outside, and hung it on a clothesline to air. I 
scooped up all the waste and put it in the trash cans, then 
sloshed a mixture of bleach, detergent and water over the concrete 
floor, both inside and out.  I scrubbed that around with a broom, 
then hosed the mixture down the drain, and followed with a bleach 
and water rinse.  I would let that dry, then hose it off again.  
Meanwhile I sprayed the walls of the inside kennel, and the fence 
and outside walls of the building that were part of the outside 
run with the same mixture.  I cleaned all the food and water 
dishes with bleach as well.  I was about done when I heard a yell 
from outside.

I ran outside and saw that Max had managed to knock Kristi down, 
and was standing over her with his nose in her crotch.  His penis 
was about half erect, and stood a good six inches out of its 
sheath, an inch and a half in diameter at the middle of the shaft.  
It was still growing.  Kristi was looking at it with a mixture of 
horror and fascination, the way some people look at a snake.

I grabbed his leash and yanked it and he took a step back; Kristi 
scrambled to her feet.  "Jesus, now I see what you mean.  If he 
hadn't been tied, and if I hadn't been armored so to speak, he 
could have had that huge tool in me in no time!"

"You think that's something - you oughta see his knot!"

"His knot?  What's that?"

"Dogs have a bulge at the base of their cock, that swells when 
they are fully aroused and about to come.  It can be three times 
the size of the shaft, and it's what makes them "stick together" 
after they've mated - it can take ten or twenty minutes to shrink 
down again.  Max's is nearly three and a half inches across, the 
size of an orange, and there's eight inches of cock in front of 
it.  If he gets it into you, he's got almost twelve inches in you, 
and he's got another inch or two past that.  That's what the bitch 
who is coming over is gonna get.  A real doggie reaming!"

"Oh, my God!  And you left me alone with that animal?"

"I knew he wouldn't get into you, with those shorts on.  I 
wouldn't have done it otherwise.  And I got him off, didn't I?"

Max needed a bath before the visitors arrived; there was an 
eyebolt in one of the corner posts of the kennel just for the 
purpose of tying him for his bath.  Not that he didn't' like to be 
bathed; he did.  He liked all forms of human attention.  It was 
just that if he were not tied very tightly he had a tendency to 
roll in the dirt, thus negating the effect of the bath.  So I tied 
him to the ring with only a two-foot chain lead, and got out a 
bucket, a hose, and his shampoo, and a couple of sponges.  
"Kristi, do you want to help me bathe him?"

"Well, he already gave me a bath with his tongue so I guess that's 
fair.  Is he safe, now, tied up like that?  Do I still need to 
wear the shorts?"

"It should be all right, as long as you put them back on before I 
let him off this short lead."

She took off the shorts; now we were both naked again.  It wasn't 
long before we had just as much soap on us as the dog did.  Pretty 
soon we had started a real game of grab-ass; that turned into a 
water fight and that turned into wrestling in the grass and that 
turned into fucking in the grass.  I rolled her on her back, put 
her heels over my shoulders, and drove my cock home and she was 
soon screaming in orgasm again.  I didn't finish; I wanted more.  
I grabbed the suntan oil and started greasing up her ass while I 
licked her slit.  I had two fingers in her ass and was pumping 
them in and out, spreading them to stretch her while I slowly 
licked her pussy.  Every time that she seemed to be on the verge 
of another orgasm, I stopped for a few moments to let her slide 
back from the peak; then I began again.  After about ten or 
fifteen minutes of this she was begging, nearly sobbing with 
desire.  

"Where, Kristi?  Where do you want it?  Do you want my cock in 
your ass?  Do like this feeling?  Do you want more?  Tell me you 
want my cock in your ass.  Use the magic words, Kristi. You have 
to say the words, or you just get teased more.  Ask for it Kristi. 
Where do you want it?"

"Oh, Brad, please... please... please... God, yes, do it, fuck my 
ass, please, I want your cock in my ass... please fuck my ass... 
please..."

I poured more oil on my cock; it reeked of coconut, and I began to 
push the head against her tight anal sphincter.  Without too much 
struggle, she relaxed and it popped inside.  I began to slowly 
push against her resistance as I squirted still more oil on it.  
She grunted and moaned as the shaft slowly slid inside of her.  
When there was only a couple inches left to go I gave a hard shove 
and it sank to the balls into her rectum; all eight inches were 
now buried in her guts, and she gave a loud grunt followed by a 
long, deep moan.  I gave her three very slow strokes as I squirted 
more oil on my cock, until it was sliding with little effort.  I 
put her heels back on my shoulders and began to drive my cock hard 
into her tight nether hole, then withdraw it slowly.  God it felt 
good - it was so tight and so smooth.  She was moaning and 
groaning loudly with every stroke.

I put a hand into her pussy - all four fingers, and put the thumb 
on her clit, and began to slide it in and out, rotating my thumb 
against her clit as the fingers and my cock hit home, and she 
began to scream incoherently.  I changed the position of my hand, 
and bunched the 4 fingers together so that I could rub her G-spot 
with them, and kept a constant rotating pressure on her clit with 
my thumb.  She suddenly shrieked with a long high note and as her 
pussy began to spasm against my fingers she began to spurt her cum 
all over my hand.  It was soon running down her belly and sides, 
and pooling against her breasts.  Her anal sphincter was now 
rhythmically squeezing my cock and I began to shoot my third load 
of the day into her waiting bowels.  This load was so hot that it 
felt like it was burning its way through my cock.  Kristi's eyes 
had rolled back into her head; she was out.  

In a moment they opened again, and she looked at me like she 
didn't know where she was.  "Hi, Kristi.   Welcome back!  We 
missed you."

"Oh, God, Brad, what have you DONE to me?  You fucked my ass! You 
have ruined me!  Ruined me!   Why, I'll never be happy with 
regular sex again!  Now you will have to do that to me every day.  
Oh, god, that was incredible.  I didn't know a person could come 
like that and live!  But what do you mean WE missed you?"

"Max and I, we both missed you.  Take a look at him and see how 
anxious he is to see you!"

"Oh, God..."

Max was fully hard now - the sights and smell of our fucking had 
him totally aroused, and his cock was at its full glory, even the 
knot was beginning to swell.  He was licking his chops and 
whimpering, sniffing the air frantically, just getting high on the 
smell of pussy.

"Let me up, Brad."  I pulled my cock slowly out of her ass, and as 
it pulled out with a sucking noise her asshole gaped open.  She 
got to her feet with a groan and walked over to Max.  "Can I touch 
it?" she asked.

"If you want - Max won't mind...  Be very gentle, his cock is very 
sensitive, almost like the head of your clit.  Just don't jack him 
off - he needs that load, he's got a hot date in about a half 
hour.  And remember you are playing with fire.   Do you want to 
end up with that thing stuck into you?

"Jesus... I... I don't know."  She was softly stroking his massive 
hard-on, and staring at the growing knot.  White pre-cum was 
steadily dripping off of the end of his gleaming pink meat.

"Well, you can't fuck him before he does his business.  But if you 
want to afterward, I would just love to watch.   It takes him 
quite a while to come on his second go.  But I want to remind you 
that once he gets in he's gonna finish and it might be twenty or 
thirty minutes before he can get out, once that knot swells to its 
full size  I'll bet he'd be glad to eat your pussy right now 
though."  In fact, Max was straining his neck to try to get close 
enough to her to get his tongue in her crotch.  Kristi looked 
around, and saw that and immediately went to stand in front of 
him.  She bent over and put her hands on her knees, and Max's 
amazingly long tongue slurped through her pussy and across her 
just fucked and coconut-oil coated asshole.  

Again and again he licked.  She reached back and pulled her pussy 
open wider so that he could get more of his tongue into her, and 
he quickly obliged, snaking several inches inside where he swirled 
it around to get all the tasty cum.  Her face began to get red and 
she began to pant and moan.  Then she gave a loud gasp, and her 
knees buckled.  She ended up kneeling on the ground in front of 
Max, with her ass in the air, just out of his reach.  He began to 
strain against his collar, trying to reach her.  His pelvis was 
jerking, his cock was flapping up and down and spraying drops of 
pre-cum for several feet.

"Kristi!  Get up!  You have to get away from him, he'll injure 
himself trying to reach you!  Get up!"  I stepped over and jerked 
her to her feet, and moved her far enough away that Max was no 
longer trying to get to her.   "I think you have played with the 
doggie enough for a while.  Why don't you take a swim and cool 
off, and get into your suit.  Company could be arriving any 
minute, and Max is still covered with soap.  I have to get him 
into the kennel before they arrive, and I can't move him until you 
are out of the picture."

"Jeez, you old guys are just no fun at all!"  She giggled and 
stuck her tongue out at me.  I began to rinse Max with cold water, 
which also helped to cool him down a bit; Kristi jumped in the 
pool, swam across and back and climbed out.  "I'm going in to use 
the bathroom.  Can you get him locked up before I get back?"  She 
grabbed her suit and headed for the house.  

I quickly rinsed Max off, then took the hose to the concrete pad 
under the outside run of the kennel to get the bleach residues 
off.  I unhooked Max's leash from the hook, and unhooked the short 
chain that was holding him to the post from the ring in his 
collar.  I examined his neck under the collar to see if he had 
injured himself, but he seemed to be fine.  I led him through the 
kennel into the outdoor run, and hooked his leash to a hook 
inside.  I filled his water dish and closed the door to the run 
behind me as I left.  Then I hosed out the inside of the kennel.

About this time Kristi came out of the house, wearing her suit 
now,  and I could see Max start to sniff the air eagerly.  He rose 
to his feet, and began to wag the stub of his tail eagerly, and I 
could see that his pink cock was starting to slide back out of its 
sheath.  "Kristi, I think you have a not-so-secret admirer," I 
said as she walked over to where I was standing.  

"So what is this woman like who is bringing the dog over?" she 
asked.

"Bitch you mean."  Kristi raised her eyebrows.  "She's bringing 
over a bitch.  A dog is a term for a male.  I don't know what 
she's like - I've never met her, only spoke on the phone.  Another 
rich bitch spending hubby's money I suppose, pun intended.  She 
sounded stuck-up, and a little demanding on the phone."  Just then 
we heard a car horn honk outside the fence.

I looked at my watch.  "Party time.  I better get presentable."  I 
picked up my swim trunks and pulled them on, then went to open the 
back gate.   A green Mercedes SUV was parked there.   I opened the 
gate wide, then waved the car in; when it was through I closed and 
latched the gate.  I could see that there was a brindle Dane in 
the back; a striking redhead was getting out of  the drivers door.  
There was a grill behind the rear seat, grills over the back seat 
windows, and another one across the tailgate window; it made the 
back of the vehicle in effect a large cage.  The woman pushed a 
button, and all the windows rolled down.

She was tall and thin, built like a model, 5'9" perhaps and maybe 
115 pounds.  Probably had been a model, or a dancer, before she 
became the trophy wife of some rich old man; her hair and makeup 
showed that kind of professional attention to detail.  Her legs 
were long and slender and very white, and she had a high round 
tight little ass  that made me want to sink my teeth into it.  She 
had medium breasts, a B cup probably,  that were in need of very 
little support.  She was dressed in a white bikini bottom that 
tied at the sides, and a yellow and green striped halter top.  She 
had thin strapped white sandals and a straw hat, and was wearing 
dark sunglasses and a little white wispy wrap around her shoulders 
that was presumably to keep the sun off her pale white skin.  She 
had a chunk of ice on her left hand that could have sunk the 
Titanic.

She held out her hand, and I took it.  "Mrs. Mitchell?  I'm Brad 
Michaels.  Pleased to meet you."

"Yes, you are."  She was used to being admired, and had noticed my 
appraising glance over her body.   She returned it with one of her 
own, lingering on my crotch.  "Very nice.  You may call me Debra.  
May I call you Brad?"

"Certainly... Debra.  This is my friend Kristi."

"Hmmm.  Yes.  Well, let me have a look at this dog of yours."

"Right this way."

"Oh, my, he certainly is a big fellow.  And what a lovely coat.  
What's his name?"

"Max.  Pemberton's First Duke of Easthampton's Maximilian.  Let me 
get you a copy of the pedigree.  You will require it before they 
meet, I am sure."  I went into the kennel, where I keep copies of 
that sort of thing, got one out of the file, and brought it out to 
her.

"Oh, THAT Pemberton's Duke.  Why, he was Grand Champion at 
Westminster three years running!  And the other side... hmmm... 
these are all German lines that I'm not familiar with, but they 
certainly look well shown.  He really is a splendid  looking dog.  
May I handle him? "

"Certainly but I need to warn you about some things first.  You 
haven't asked yet, but most breeders who see him want to know why 
his fee is so low, and why I don't show him with these lines, and 
his configuration and form.  I started to, he won best of breed at 
L.A. and New York five years ago, but then he acquired some... 
ah... nasty habits.  His fee is low because I don't show him.  But 
other than his habits, he is one of the finest Danes at stud in 
this country, and certainly the finest brindle.  Because his fee 
is low, he gets to cover a lot of bitches, and he sires a lot of 
pups, so it works out."

"And just what are these... nasty habits?"

"An ex-girlfriend of mine, Debra,  taught him to... mate with 
human females, shall we say?  As a result I cannot take him out in 
public because he always creates a scene.  You see he just doesn't 
take no for an answer.  Any dog that tries to bite the judge is 
disqualified.  Can you imagine what the feelings are toward a dog 
who tries to rape the judge?"

"Oh.  My goodness.  You mean he... that huge beast, he would... he 
would... Oh, my!  Oh, my!"

Her face was very red, the deep crimson blush that can only be 
truly appreciated on skin so pale.  She was redder than her hair 
clear to her halter top.  "Yes that's exactly what I mean.  He 
would, if he got a chance.  Once he smells a bitch, he becomes 
much more interested in her, but if she isn't handy, he's just not 
very picky.  He will, if you will pardon me, cover any female that 
he can catch."

"Brad, I am a grown woman with three children.  You can say `fuck' 
in front of me.  You mean this dog will fuck a woman?"

Jesus! Three kids and she still had a belly like that!  "If he can 
get her into position and she isn't well covered with protective 
clothing, he will sink that hot meat home in a blink, and he has a 
lot of it to sink.  And you aren't... very thoroughly covered.  
Once he gets in, he's not getting out until he's finished, and 
that can be a while."

"How... how... big... is he?"

"I assume you mean his tool.  Max is quite large, even for a Dane.  
He's got eight inches in front of the knot, and the knot is three 
and a half inches - a little larger than a baseball."

"Oh, my.  Oh, my.  But I must examine him.  How...?"

"We will need to get you into some sturdier pants, Debra.  And I 
will snub him up on a very tight lead.  Why don't you come into 
the house and I'll see what I can find?" I motioned to Kristi to 
follow .

"Oh, my.  Oh, my."

She was quite jittery, and I asked her if she would like a drink.  
"Oh, yes, I would.  Sherry, if you have it.  Or gin on the rocks 
with a twist?"

I don't keep sherry, so I brought her the gin - a triple - and I 
found an old pair of cut-off bib overalls that a former girlfriend 
had left.  She slipped those on over her bikini, and drained two-
thirds of the gin in one pull.  "Oh, thank you, I needed that.  
Now, where were we?"

"You wanted to examine my dog, Debra."

"Oh, yes, lets go."

I asked Kristi to mix up a pitcher of gin lemonade, and bring it 
out with some glasses.  It's a container of frozen lemonade, two 
of ice, one of gin, and one of water, with a few slices of lemon 
floating in it.  Goes down just like... well, like lemonade on a 
hot day, but it packs a real wallop.  I took Debra out to see the 
savage beast.  Before I let her get into the run where he was, I 
went in and tied him with the 2-foot chain.

She started out doing the standard stuff - check the teeth, rub 
the hindquarters, feel the legs, stroke the coat, pick up the 
feet, all the stuff the judges do; then she hefted his balls - 
they are the size of lemons - and started to stroke his cock.  I 
knew he liked that, and it would just get him all the more excited 
for the bitch, so I didn't say anything.  Max's penis slid slowly 
from the sheath, in response to her stimulation. She soon had it 
nearly at its full length, with the pre-cum dripping from the end 
that dogs have for lubrication.  Max was starting to get pretty 
agitated - he knew there was pussy right at hand and he wanted it 
bad.  Then... she got down on her knees, put her head under his 
belly, and started to suck on Max's cock!  I couldn't believe my 
eyes!   There have been quite a number of women who, when they saw 
his equipment, wanted to touch him - just like Kristi - but I had 
never seen one just walk up to him and start to give him a hummer!

"Debra!  Debra, that's enough!  That's not part of the deal.  Its 
two thousand for him to fuck your BITCH, not you.  You've gotten 
him so excited he might injure himself!  Now get out of there!  
You've seen enough!"  About this time, Kristi arrived with the 
lemonade, just in time to see Debra take her mouth off of Max's 
tool, and stand up.

"Sorry, I just got... carried away."

"Don't worry about it, you aren't the first.  He affects a lot of 
women that way.  So many, that I have a package deal.  Two 
thousand for your bitch, and another thousand for you, if you do 
it all today and pay in advance.  Of course, there's no refund or 
retry if YOU don't have puppies!  And he does the bitch first."

Every inch of her skin was just as red as a beet.  She stared at 
Max's glistening cock and in a low whisper she said, "Will you... 
will you take a check?  Or a credit card?"

"Yeah, I'll take a credit card. On one condition.  Kristi and I 
want to watch.  And I get to fuck you first."

"F... F... fuck me f... first?"

"Do you think I want sloppy seconds to my dog, Debra?  And 
besides, I'll be doing you a favor.  Max, he's a real fucking 
machine.  If he gets first go at an unrelaxed pussy, he could just 
rip you right open without even breaking stride.  So if I kind of 
loosen you up a bit, it'll go a lot easier for you.  Believe me, 
you'll thank me for it later."

"Oh... Okay, I guess"

"You did bring cash for the stud fee, didn't you"

"Yes, two thousand."

"Well, lets have it and get the paperwork taken care of.  And the 
credit card."

She paid me the money, and I ran her credit card; I have the 
merchant account because of another business that I run on the 
Internet, but it comes in handy for other things sometimes.  I 
wrote "consulting services " on the receipt.  I filled out the 
stud papers, and filled in the bitch's information from the 
registration that Debra showed me.  I unhooked Max from his lead, 
and introduced him to the bitch - "Lady Jane" was her name.  She 
was ready and willing.  Max wasted no time at all - he had his 
talented tongue working at her visibly swollen pussy in a flash.

I had no sooner gotten outside and sat in a lawn chair between 
Debra and Kristi, who handed me a glass of lemonade, than Max was 
in her.  She gave one little yelp when he first entered her, and 
pretty soon his pelvis was ramming his cock in and out so fast 
that it was almost a blur.  The bitch had a glazed look on her 
face, and her tongue was hanging out the side of her mouth.  Then 
Max gave a mighty thrust and got the knot in and now she yelped 
with every stroke, like she was being beaten with a stick.  I felt 
a hand on my cock under the leg of my swim trunks, then I felt 
another hand groping for it from the top.  I stood up, and pulled 
down my trunks so that they could both get a hold of it, and in no 
time two hands were pumping away at my steel-hard shaft.  I 
reached a hand to either side, and slid each one into a bathing 
suit, looking for a wet pussy.  Found `em too!  

The next thing I knew, Debra was on her knees in front of me, with 
her mouth around my cock.  I motioned Kristi over and whispered in 
her ear, and she ran off toward the house.   Max, meanwhile, had 
shot his load and I could see some of it oozing out of the bitch's 
pussy.  They were, of course, stuck together and they were both 
whimpering and whining with the effort to get free.  I pulled 
Debra's mouth off of my cock, and turned her toward the dogs.  
"Does it look to you like they completed the business?"  I said.  

She nodded and went back to sucking my cock, now taking my cock 
down her throat till her lips were against my balls.  I could see 
that Kristi was on her way back, and I stood Debra up on her feet 
and began removing the overalls, then her halter top.  "Debra, are 
you using birth control?"  I said as I slid her bikini down her 
legs.

"Yes, I had my tubes tied after my third baby."

"Bend over and put you hands on the chair."  When she was in 
position, I started to slide fingers into her very wet completely 
smooth-shaven pussy.  Two went in easily, then three, and I 
started to turn and twist them to stretch her, as she gasped and 
moaned  Kristi had arrived with the requested supplies.  First I 
took the bottle of olive oil, and poured some on my hand and began 
to work it into her pussy.  I wanted oil in there until it came 
oozing out.  I started to rub her thoroughly lubed clit, and her 
breath started to come in gasps.  When I thought it sounded like 
she might be about to come, I shifted my attentions to her lips 
for a while, pushing fingers inside her cunt again.
  
After a bit of that I motioned Kristi to come over and pointed to 
Debra's nipples.  Kristi knew just what to do, and started to 
twist and knead them.  Debra was moaning now, and I returned my 
attentions to her clit.  When she started to buck her hips up and 
down, I shifted to stroking her outer lips until she cooled off a 
bit, then I went back to her clit.   I kept that up until she was 
nearly sobbing, and begging me to fuck her.  Then  I slid my cock 
all the way in, in a single smooth stroke.  So well oiled was she 
that it was like fucking a bucket of warm lard.  I grabbed one of 
Kristi's hands and moved it to Debra's clit, and Kristi started to 
rub.  In no time at all Debra began to gasp and shriek with an 
orgasm, and I could feel her pussy spasm against my cock as she 
came.

I removed my well-oiled cock from her pussy, and started pushing 
my hand in.  Four fingers went quite easily, then I tucked the 
thumb in and had it up to the knuckles.  Debra was panting and 
gasping constantly.  I motioned to Kristi for more oil, and she 
poured some onto my hand.   I started to twist and push, and as 
Debra gave out a piercing scream, in it went.  I pushed it in as 
far as I could; Debra was now screaming with every breath.  I made 
my hand into a fist, and began to piston it in and out.  Debra's 
knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the chair.  She was bucking 
her hips back against my hand now, and I picked up the pace, 
ramming it in harder and faster.  Just when I thought she was 
about to cut loose with the big O that would finish her, I twisted 
it out, and she gave a yelp as if someone had just hit her with a 
whip.  I wanted Max to finish her, not me.

I looked over at the dogs; they were separated now,  Lady Jane was 
sitting in the far corner licking her own pussy with a hind leg in 
the air, and Max was standing in the nearest corner, staring at 
the woman who had just been fucked, his cock hanging half out of 
its sheath and dripping.

"Max is ready for you now," I said. I lifted Debra to her feet and 
led her into the inside kennel.   "Here, put these on," I said, 
and helped her put on a suede leather jacket, and button it up, 
and a pair of western- style leather chaps.  "These are to protect 
you from Max's claws, and to protect your knees from the 
concrete."  Since she wasn't wearing a belt, I tied the chaps to 
some tabs at the bottom of the jacket - almost like they were 
there for the purpose.  I buckled a stout leather collar around 
her neck, and clipped a leash to it. "Now bend over."  

I slipped a condom over a five-inch buttplug, lubed it with KY 
jelly, and pushed it into her ass.  She gave a grunt, followed by 
a long, low moan as it went in.  It clearly was not the first time 
she had something of that size in there.  "That protects you from 
Max getting into your ass.  If he got in there he could tear your 
guts to shreds."    I put a pair of heavy leather mittens that 
have no thumbs on her hands, and buckled them tightly around her 
wrists.  "These are to protect Max from you, in case you try to 
stop him.  You couldn't stop him - but you might injure him 
trying."

I led her by the leash into the kennel, and as soon as she was 
inside, I told her, "You are a dog in a kennel now.  Get down on 
all fours.  You may not stand up until I let you out of the 
kennel."

She obediently got down on all fours.  "Stay.  Good dog," I said 
as I looped her leash around a hook set high in the wall.  Then I 
opened the door into the run, and stepped in, closing it behind 
me.   First I clipped Max to the short chain lead, then  I clipped 
a leash to Lady Jane's collar and led her away.  Max gave her just 
a peremptory sniff as she left; he knew he was done with that one.   
But he could smell what was behind the door, and stared at it for 
quite a while after I closed it.

I put Lady Jane in a spare cage in the kennel, gave her fresh 
water, removed her leash, and latched the door.  Then I led Debra 
into the run. I screwed an eyebolt into a threaded fitting in the 
concrete, and clipped her collar to it with a foot-long length of 
chain.  Max I left tied for the moment; I didn't want to miss any 
of what was to come.  I walked out through the kennel, locking the 
door to the run behind me.  

When I got outside I could see that Kristi had the video camera 
set up on its tripod.  She didn't know how to operate it, but it 
didn't take long to turn it on, get it aimed and focused on the 
subject, and set the record parameters as I wanted them.  I made 
sure that the sound was on, and started it running.  Max was 
staring at Debra, panting and drooling; his cock was growing 
quickly, since he knew what was coming soon.  Then I stepped over 
to the fence, reached a finger and thumb in through the wire, and 
released the snap that was holding Max's chain to the post.  It 
only took him a moment to realize that he was loose; he was on her 
in a flash.  He had his nose in her crotch, and was running his 
long sloppy tongue in as far as it would go.  Debra immediately 
started to moan.  

I pulled Kristi over to me and sat her on my lap, facing the dogs 
at a slight angle so we could both see, and as she sat I slid my 
cock into her sopping wet pussy.  Max licked and licked and 
licked, and Debra was gasping and wailing.  Then he decided that 
the time had come.  He put one leg up then the other.  Since she 
was a little lower than his optimum fucking height, he had to 
crouch, but he knew the tricks.  It took him five or six tries, 
but finally he hit the mother lode.  When he did, he rammed as 
much of his cock in as he could get, and Debra's eyes got huge as 
she started to scream from the pain of the tremendous cock being 
thrust into the depths of her belly, without concern for whether 
she liked it or not.   She was loose enough after the fisting that 
the partially-swollen knot had gone in on the first push, and was 
actually being pulled back out on every stroke, and she was taking 
eleven to twelve inches with every thrust.
 
As Max kept thrusting, he got more and more of his cock inside 
her.  He was fucking her so hard that with every stroke her knees 
came off the ground from the impact of his tremendous tool hitting 
the bottom of her cunt, and he was fucking her so fast that her 
knees never quite came back down all the way.  With every stroke 
his huge balls, over a quarter pound each, were smashing into her 
engorged clit, sending an explosion of colored stars to her brain 
to match the pillar of white fire that she felt shoot up her spine 
from the growing knot being pulled in and out of her spasming 
cunt, and the end of Max's awesome shaft pushing against her 
cervix, squeezing her uterus and stretching her cunt nearly to the 
ripping point.  Soon his knot had swollen to the point where it 
was not coming out on the backstroke, and the force of his thrusts 
was bouncing Debra's pelvis back and forth with every stroke.  He 
was fucking her so fast that she could not tell when each stroke 
began and when it ended - her entire body became one constant 
exploding orgasm, and she screamed constantly.

Meanwhile Kristi was bouncing up and down on my cock, and rubbing 
her clit furiously with her hand. I grabbed both breasts and began 
to squeeze them, pinching and twisting her nipples.  She began to 
gasp and moan as she watched the huge dog fucking this woman to 
unconsciousness.   Debra passed out once from an incredible series 
of multiple orgasms, and regained consciousness to find that the 
dog was still fucking her.  Soon she was screaming again, and I 
could see her own copious fluids mixed with dog cum running down 
her legs, dribbling from her shaved mound and dripping from Max's 
balls.  Finally, after over five minutes of pounding his meat into 
her I could tell that Max was ready to finish.  His eyes rolled 
back in his head for a moment, and he rammed his cock in as far as 
it would go, twitching his pelvis like a vibrator as he began to 
spurt his load.  The steaming dog spunk came oozing out of Debra's 
stretched pussy around Max's cock, in spite of the knot, dripping 
onto the ground and running down her belly and thighs in a 
torrent.  As Max's fully-engorged knot bumped and squeezed her G-
spot and the shaft of her clit from the inside, Debra gave a high 
wailing scream and fainted again.

When Kristi saw the cum pulsing from Debra's pussy, she started an 
intense orgasm of her own, gasping and moaning and squeezing my 
cock with her pussy in grasping waves that seemed to be trying to 
pull it in deeper.  That was the final straw for me, and I began 
to shoot my fourth load of the day into Kristi as she moaned and 
quivered with  the sensation of my cock spurting onto her cervix.  
As her orgasm quieted to occasional spasms, she leaned back 
against me and I stroked her belly, breasts, and throat with both 
hands as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe, sticking my 
tongue into her ear.

Debra and Max were now stuck together, and he turned around to 
apply even pressure against the inner wall of her vaginal 
sphincter with his knot, sealing the rest of his cum inside her.  
But her pussy was pretty well stretched, and after only a couple 
minutes Max popped out; dog cum virtually gushed out as her vagina 
collapsed.  Max turned around and began to lick as much of it as 
he could off of her, where it had run down her legs.  There's 
folks that would think that was sort of kinky, a dog licking up 
his own cum.  Debra was still out.

I lifted Kristi off of my cock; it slid free with a Plop.   I 
stood up and told her, "Now we need to get Debra out of there, and 
she is still out.  Can you help me?"  I pointed to her bike shorts 
and she didn't even ask; she just put them on.  We went into the 
run, and I first tied Max with the short chain.  He had fucked 
twice and was pretty docile; he hardly even noticed Kristi.   That 
would change in another hour or less.  Kristi took her feet, and I 
took her shoulders, and we carried her out and laid her on the 
grass.  Once she was out of there I went back and removed Max's 
collar, and filled his water dish.

I checked Debra's pussy; no blood.  Good.  That meant no 
embarrassing injuries to explain at the ER.  I had seen that 
happen a few times, especially with the first-timers.  I removed 
the mittens, the chaps, and opened the jacket.  I pulled the plug 
out of her ass, and she gave an incoherent moan.  "Kristi, do you 
want to taste dog spunk?  Here's your chance, without having to 
blow one."

Kristi eagerly knelt between Debra's legs and starting licking and 
sucking the rest of Max's load out of Debra's pussy, and Debra 
started to regain her senses.  "Oh, God, that feels good.  Oh, 
yes, don't stop, Ohhhh... Jesus where am I?   What happened?  
Ohhh. God, What happened to the dog?  I really WAS fucking that 
dog, wasn't I?  And where's Lady?  Ohhhhhh..."

"Yes, you were fucking that dog, Debra.  He fucked you senseless, 
as he generally does.  Lady is fine - she is waiting in the 
kennel.  Max did a fine job on her too."

"Ohhhh. Yesssss... Ohhh... yes, lick there, just like that, faster 
now... yesss... Ohhh.. YESSSSS Oh GOD OH YES OH OH OH OH 
AAAHHHHHH! "

Kristi finished her job on Debra, giving her one more orgasm for 
the road.  We helped her to her feet and rinsed her off in the 
pool, dried her, got her dressed as she had arrived, got her down 
to the kennel to collect Lady Jane, and got her bitch loaded in 
her car.  I opened the gate, and she started her motor.

"Thanks so much for everything, Brad.  And Kristi - thank you too, 
dear, you were so beautiful.  I'd love to return the favor some 
time.  I... I just can't begin to tell you how much I enjoyed this 
afternoon.  Jesus, I came with every stroke when that beast was 
fucking me.  I had no idea it was possible to come like that."

"Listen, Debra, if you want to come back and repeat it anytime, 
the offer is still good.  A thousand a day for both me and the dog 
to fuck you.  But you need to call at least a week or two in 
advance.  Max gets pretty busy sometimes, and I never book more 
than one client a day.  And if you want, I can even board you 
overnight in the kennel for an extra thousand, and you can reserve 
Max for two days in a row. Water and Alpo, and straw in the corner 
to sleep on.  Punishment, too, if you want it."

"I'll... uh... I'll keep that in mind.  A week in advance, you 
said?"

"At least.  Figure two weeks to be safe, especially if you want to 
spend the night.  And bring cash, Debra.  I only do the credit 
cards in special circumstances.  And the next time you visit, you 
can watch the video we took of you with Max, to get you fired up 
first.  It's pretty hot!"

"V-video?"

"Sure.  I can even make you a copy, if you would like a souvenir.  
Don't worry - the original will stay forever safely in my vault.  
Just insurance, in case a client were to get any funny ideas.  No 
one will ever see it but you and me, unless you want them to."

She drove away a little wobbly, but I figured she'd make it OK.  
She should be doing fine by the time she gets to the freeway.  I 
went to find Kristi; she was looking at Max through the fence, and 
he was sound asleep.  "Well, what do you think, now that you've 
seen him in action. Want to have a go with him?"

"What does it cost, Brad?  How much do you charge these women, and 
how many of them are there?"

"Well, there's enough of them.  They pay a thousand dollars to get 
fucked by Max, and he does four of them most weeks, plus a bitch 
nearly once a month. The real pretty ones - like Debra - I arrange 
to fuck them first.  The ones I'm not interested in fucking, I 
warm `em up with a big dildo.  Some of the women want to be tied 
down to a sawhorse, so they can pretend they're being forced to do 
something nasty, some of `em want to become a dog for a few 
minutes like Debra did today, and some want to be a dog for a 
whole day.  If I board them in my kennel and treat them like a 
dog, that's a thousand a night extra, and then for another 
thousand they can have Max the next day too.  I don't have many of 
those, but  I get a couple a month.  Those clients are intense - 
they really get into it.

"They sleep naked on straw in one of the little cages, wear a dog 
collar and maybe a muzzle and a tail in their ass, and get led 
around on a leash on all fours.  They eat dog food and drink from 
a bowl on the floor, and get paddled with a stick or a crop and 
their noses rubbed in it if they make a mess off the paper, which 
usually manages to happen.   Some of `em even get vaccinated - ten 
cc's of sterile saline IM in the gluteus maximus, with a brand new 
sixteen gauge needle.  Hurts like hell but some of `em just love 
it.  I've got tags for it that they wear on their collar.  It took 
a while to get the clients, strictly word of mouth you understand, 
but I currently make about 250 grand a year off of the dog people, 
and I don't have to deal with the bloody dog shows!  And to think 
that I was angry when I found out my girlfriend had seduced my 
dog!  Best thing that ever happened to me.  

"Debra made a big deal out of looking at Max's pedigree - hah!  
Next to him her animal is a mutt!   Why, she's a good inch under 
minimum height spec, and her coat's half white - the whole belly 
and all four feet!  She'd get laughed out of any show she entered 
her bitch in.  Waste of money, paying to breed her with Max - 
she'll never get the stud fee back with puppies from that bitch.  
Probably end up giving `em away, although she will probably keep 
the best male, to try and train her own lover dog.  The only 
reason she came here - maybe even the only reason she ever got the 
dog - was to get a crack at Max herself.  But it was all 
unnecessary - all she had to do was call, and give a reference, 
and she could have had him for a lot less trouble and money.  I 
just find it amazing what some of these women will do for a taste 
of him.   So, do you want to try him out?"

"I don't think I better.  What if I like it?  I can't afford to 
pay for it, and I don't want to beg favors, especially if they 
will be costing you paying clients.  And after watching him with 
Debra - I'm not sure I'm ready for something that intense.  That 
looks like it's right up there with the whips and bondage crowd."

"Well, it is in a way - its pain/pleasure, like getting whipped or 
tied in strained positions with ropes.  It's just a different 
kink, that's all.  Like all kinks, some people have to have it, 
and some people have to persecute those who love it. Me, I don't 
really care.  I just have the magic dog!  I do kinda like 
dominating the ones who stay in the kennel, but its not something 
I've gotta have - my needs are really pretty normal. 

"But its up to you - you aren't dog people, so I wouldn't charge 
you for, say, once a month, if you were my girlfriend.  I really 
like you, Kristi, and I hope to see a lot more of you.  And I need 
some help around here sometimes, and you were pretty helpful 
today.  If you wanted to hang around and help,  you could have Max 
any day he wasn't booked, plus you would get me pretty often too.  
I don't get a whole lotta complaints and I'm good for two or three 
fucks most every day!  Plus, Max is six years old, and Danes 
usually start to fade pretty fast after eight.  I'm gonna need to 
start raising and training a replacement or two pretty soon, and I 
will definitely need interested female help for that.  And I think 
having a woman around might be good for some of the clients too - 
especially the first timers like Debra.  I could tell that she 
felt both more at ease, but also a little jealous, and therefore 
more adventurous as well."

"Brad... I have never been so turned on as I have been since the 
moment I got here.  I want to fuck you as often as I can.   Just 
thinking about having you in my ass makes my knees weak and my 
mouth dry.  The idea of watching these women get fucked, and even 
having sex with some of them - that just makes me drip!  I've been 
attracted to women for a long time but it just seems so hard to 
meet other bisexual women.  And watching Max.... God, I came just 
watching him fuck the... the bitch... and when he fucked Debra - 
Jesus!  As soon as I saw her in that cage, with her ass in the 
air... I started to come just seeing that.  When Max started to 
fuck her, and then you started to fuck me...  I came the whole 
time!  And of course I was imagining it was me in that cage.  I'm 
just not sure I'm ready to DO it yet, but I'm so excited by the 
idea that I know I will be ready before long.  I would like to get 
to know you a little better before I decide to make a big leap - 
the lease on my apartment is up in three more months; I will know 
by then if I want to take this farther.  How about if we spend as 
much time together as possible until then?"

"That sounds good to me - I don't want to seem pushy or anything.  
It's just that I also don't want to let this opportunity - and YOU 
- slip by because  I didn't speak up soon enough.  Here's another 
bit of information to ponder - it matters a LOT whether you get 
Max first or second, in the day.  First fuck, he gets off in maybe 
30 or 40 strokes;  second fuck, its more like three or four 
hundred!  Third one - shit, I don't even know, I've never tried 
him and I'm not sure I would let a woman do it, unless she had an 
exceptionally deep cunt.  Might be three or four hundred strokes 
again, might be a thousand or two.  Now most of these rich babes 
that have the hots for Max, they want the 300 strokes.  They want 
to be fucked senseless!  30 strokes just doesn't cut it, not for a 
grand.  So a lotta times, I'll let him do them twice just so they 
get their money's worth, if he hasn't had a bitch first.  So you 
could usually get the first fuck - the short one - if you wanted 
it."

"Well I sure don't want to be the one who finds out how long Max 
will take on his third fuck of the day!  So I am definitely not 
going to make that decision today!"

"Sure, Kristi, think about it as long as you want.  Tell you what, 
I've got a dildo that's about the same length as Max's cock.  You 
can try it out if you want.  Of course, it's not intended to 
resemble a dog cock, so the shaft is thicker but doesn't have the 
knot.  But there's plenty of things we can use to simulate the 
knot.   A wine bottle is about right.  Or my hand.  Plenty of 
women  like a fisting - the knot really isn't a problem for any 
woman who is well stretched or has had babies; a baby is a lot 
bigger.  The real trick is the length, and the force that he 
drives it in with.  We can spend the rest of today, and tomorrow, 
finding out just how long and wide you can take."

"Oh, Brad, I'm dripping  just thinking about it!  I've never had a 
fist - in fact, your cock is about the biggest thing that has ever 
been in me.  But ever since I saw it once in a porn flick I have 
had fantasies about fisting.  Let's start right away.  Where's 
that dildo?"


To be continued... ?


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