extreme beastiality

Collie is Locked Up

Part One

I have always tried to tell you the truth (allowing for memory lapses) in my animal mating experiences but I hope you will forgive me when I combine my three visits to the farm just outside Seattle, Wa where I was locked up for days with eight horny dogs to just the first time. It does make for a better story and this first time was when I was a slave to a master. The second and third time I had left my master and went back because I had enjoyed it so much.

Although I am submissive by nature when it comes to sex I am not that way usually in my ‘normal’ life but I always like to try new things and it seemed a good idea at the time. My hubby had died four years before and when Leslie and his friend Jonathon came into my life through a chance encounter in a bar in Miami I was ready for someone to ‘look after me.’ Leslie was a transvestite and a made a very beautiful ‘woman’ and he also was very well endowed with a magnificent cock. Now you can understand why I was so attracted to him. I do love the deviant! Jonathon was his lover too and I was the first woman he had entered albeit when Leslie was also inside me too. I still get wet thinking about Leslie’s cock thrusting away and his huge breasts pressing either against mine or feeling them along my back – but they were the good memories. It was the unpleasant part of our relationship that still make me shudder and how thankful I am to my older (and wiser) brother who rescued me before I ‘lost my soul.’ But that is not part of this story.

I had not told Leslie (or Les as he liked to be called) my love of dogs and my very special relationship with my dear dog Ben (please read my story “My Lover Ben” as it was written with much love but did not get the response from you dear readers I hoped.) Les soon found out when he examined my naked body on his bed and the tell-tale scratch marks on the back of my thighs upwards to even my ass. My confession meant I was his and soon Ben and I moved into his home with Jonathon. I agreed to be his slave and ‘obey’ but I had told him that I could not endure pain and he promised that would not be an issue. Unfortunately he did not keep that promise. But the early months in our relationship was very exciting and he was overjoyed at me being a dog lover. Jonathon even bought me a trained dog called Pete and he and Ben got on so well that after our break-up Pete moved out and joined me too. But I am getting ahead as I am prone to do. Please excuse my ‘ramblings’ and not keeping to the subject in hand.

So, we will pretend that my final visit to the Seattle farm was the first visit because it was the longest and for me the most exciting. I actually lived as a breeding bitch for eight dogs for four weeks over a period of five with just a three day break to ‘recover’. Would I do it again … oh yes if I could but unfortunately the farm closed down because of an incident widely reported when someone (a man) was killed when attempting to mate with a horse. This was not my farm but one very close and the owners got very frightened and now the State of Washington have brought in laws making beastiality an offence on a par with sex with minors. My other reason for not being able to ever again carry out such an ‘ordeal’ (being pack bred is not for the faint of heart as it requires much stamina, very tiring on the body, especially the hands and arms and of course the vagina and ass) is that I have been diagnosed with Huntington’s Syndrome’ – a hereditary disease that is slowly killing my brain cells and makes speech very difficult and now I am losing control over my body movements. However, although there is no cure, I am giving myself up as a guinea pig to a new treatment involving stem plants in my head. I am digressing again and I’m sure you do not want to know about all this. I most certainly do not want sympathy but I hope you will excuse sometimes the lapses in writing the parts of the story and any mental lapses and mistakes I make in my tale.

Les has many contacts and friends. He is very wealthy and to protect him I won’t say what he does or where he achieved his wealth but he told me about this farm and instructed me that he was taking me there and leaving me with a pack of dogs because “a dirty bitch like me should really know what a dog bitch-in heat gets.” The fact that I would be going back to Seattle where I was born and married was another plus for me as his words made me very excited and more than a little scared.

From one of my other tales some of you readers will know I was pack-bred in Texas but that was only for one night in a barn and certainly did not include me living like a dog.

I was not told when my visit was to be until the day before when Les through down a parcel at my feet. “Open it bitch,” he said. “This is what you will wear for the next five weeks.” With trembling hands I opened the parcel. It was a dog costume and the covering felt like real fur. The only thing missing was the head and the tail. There were cut-outs for my breasts and a large piece missing at the rear. “Put it on. I had it specially made for you.”

Les really had done his homework. I stripped my clothes off and it fitted like a glove. It felt very comfortable. The fur was attached to leather lined with latex that molded itself to the contours of my body. My breasts swayed obscenely beneath me through the cut-outs as I crawled around on all fours. Both my feet and hands were padded and even clawed at the ends of my fingers and toes. Les looked down admiringly at me. “Just one final touch,” he remarked. Jonathon then produced a studded dog collar and he fastened it around my neck. A leash was attached to it and he led me around. I was so happy and I even produced a few barks to show my master how pleased I was with his gift.

“Can we see how her lovers like it?” asked Jonathon. Les nodded and Jonathon went out to bring in Ben and Pete. They both stopped in their tracks when they first saw me. Pete even gave a little growl but then they recognized it was me and tails wagged and they sniffed around and under me. Ben was the first to lick at my pussy and then it was Pete. Pete liked me to run from him so he could scamper after me and claim his bitch. I stood up and ran around the room exciting him and he duly leaped upon me, wrapping his paws around my waist and bringing me to my knees and down onto the floor. He started humping me immediately and with practiced ease he found my opening and grabbing me tighter pushed his now expanding cock deep inside me. I always gasp at the first penetrations and the feel of his lovely warm cock getting bigger and bigger and filling out my passage. His pre-cum spraying and oiling the way and the noise of Pete’s breathe as he ‘revved up his engine’. He always f***** me hard and nine out of ten times he knotted. This was no exception. I could feel it hitting against my pussy lips and one final heave, all to soon for me, and I was truly knotted and being filled with his hot cum, cum and more cum. I came with a cry and sunk down on my arms feeling now for the first time his weight. I missed the feel of his fur as I was used to it against my previously bare back but the costume I was wearing did make me feel I really was a dog and that made up for it. Internally my body welcomed his seed and with his cock still quivering and his knot pulsing inside me I was once more in heaven. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to wallow in the exquisite sensation it was sending to my brain.

I was brought back to reality when a loving wet lick slopped against my face. It was Ben. I pushed myself up and with one hand fondled him as best as I could through the costumed paw I now was wearing. My tongue snaked out and we French kissed. We were so in love. My lover was very patient. We kissed one another and I petted him as best I could until I Pete decided it was time for him to pull out. With a slow and long drawn out squelching sound – he had managed to form a small vacuum in my puss – his penis withdraw and immediately I felt his cum dripping out. Normally I would have felt it against the back of my thighs and I missed that feeling also but then Pete was licking at my puss cleaning me up and examining I suppose with some pride at what he had just done inside me. Ben moved away and I could sense him pushing Pete out of the way. It was his turn now and I awaited it with much joy.

End of Part 1

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Part 2

Ben wasted no time. I could hear his panting. I could feel his tongue digging deep into my pussy and then up to my anus. Despite having just come from Pete’s fucking I could feel another orgasm building. I even could hear myself moaning. Ben sensed what was happening to me and stopped. He ran round to my face to give it a lick and this left the way for Pete to walk back and attack my rear with his tongue. Ben stopped licking me and he actually opened his mouth baring his teeth in a grin. Then he darted away and gave a small bark and when a weight landed on my back I knew it was him. He was so practiced and we had been together so long now that his penis entered me at first attempt. His front paws gripped me and his pounding penis grew and grew inside me. My orgasm couldn’t wait any longer. With a loud cry I came and my body shook almost pushing Ben off but he gripped me tighter. His thrusting now was like a steam locomotive – shunting in and out, in and out, in and out. There was no need for pre-cum but it was a natural part of his cock. Tiny little spurts shooting up into me as he pumped his cock in my vagina for all his worth. I was his body and soul. His breathe was getting louder and he even snorted almost like a horse when he buried his knot deep inside my cunt triggering his hot cum poring almost into the depths of my stomach. He was certainly filling my womb.

My only regret is that dogs do not last as long as humans but the more than make up for it in enthusiasm and cum. Oh, how they cum. And a lovely big knot pressing hard against my clittie, triggering another orgasm and a cock, three or four degrees hotter than a human one, buried and locked away inside me, quivering along with his knot and shooting more scalding cum. Heaven couldn’t be better than this.

We laid still, knotted together for at least ten minutes. Then he almost it seemed with reluctance pulled out. I could hear his cum landing with a gush on the floor and then the steady drips. Finally, Ben , after examining his work did his cleaning job, licking up his spend from my pussy and slurping away any drops that had attached to my pussy hairs. When he finally moved around to my front I hugged and kissed him, applauding him for a job very well done. How I loved him and I knew he loved me too. I was going to miss him so much but I knew Jonathon would look after him well along with Pete.

Jonathon helped me up and Les told me I was a really good bitch. I was to sleep with the dog costume on and so as to get me used to my new life for the next few weeks to sleep in the kitchen with the dogs. I was disappointed, as I wanted to be cuddled by both him and Les but realized that they too needed some private time together as this was to be their last night for a few weeks. Like a dutiful dog I dropped down onto all fours and allowed myself to be led by Jonathon into the kitchen with Ben and Pete trotting behind me.

I found a spot on the floor and Jonathon kindly threw down some pillows. I laid myself down on them making myself comfortable. Ben flopped down beside me and I went off to sleep with my arms wrapped around his body and his face buried against my breasts.

It was about three hours later when I was awaken by Ben. He was licking my face and
I noticed Pete by the exterior door. I got up and opened it. Both dogs bounded outside and I watched them relieve themselves. It was then I felt the urge to pee. As I was dressed like a bitch I had this nasty urge to behave like one so crouching like the dogs I too relieved myself. Hearing the gush of my water hitting the grass I felt incredibly dirty and horny too. I decided to get my mates excited too. I stood up, opened my legs and rubbed and fingered my pussy. My lips were wet with pee and I smelt my fingers and called the dogs over. Pete arrived first and he licked my fingers and when I pushed his head down between my legs he eagerly licked at my puss. I gave my fingers to Ben and I could see he was excited as he immediately got behind me and jumped up positioning himself on his hind legs with his front paws and body resting on my back. How I wished I could entertain both their cocks inside my pussy at the same time. A naughty thought entered my head. I pushed both dogs away and ran across the lawn, twisting and turning and making it difficult for both of them to catch me. They started barking and I was pleased there was no moon. What a sight the neighbors would have had. This strange dog-like creature standing on two legs prancing around and chased by two dogs. Eventually, Pete got me and wrapping himself around my waist brought me down to the ground. Ben was in front and as I tumbled down on all fours he jumped up land his front paws around the back of my neck. This was even better than I was planning. As Pete started to hump me I reached around Ben and turned him around holding onto his sheath. He was startled and almost pulled away but I made a kissing noise and stroked it and he soon knew he was going to get a very rare treat. I groaned as Pete finally speared me and drawing Ben’s behind right up to my face I maneuvered myself and twisted my head so my mouth was pressed against his cock. Using my fingers to help soon his red tip started to show and I was able to lick it and it soon started to swell. I am not an expert dog cock licker but this night I excelled. He even started to thrust back and his cock was now moving inside my mouth, not as fast as Pete was doing inside my pussy but definitely increasing in tempo. I now had two dog cocks inside me!

End of Part 2

Part 3

Pete was the first to come. The familiar swelling of the knot banging against me, the ever increasing frenzy of his pumping, the sudden final extra push, the knot like a billiard ball entering me and sealing the gate, more frantic staccato like thrusts, hind legs rubbing frantically against mine and feeling them also against my rump, his front paws gripping me like a vice and a hot jet of liquid coating my insides. I grabbed Ben’s cock wrapping my fingers behind his knot and sucking his cock as hard as I could. Swallowing his pre-cum and almost choking myself. My mind urging me on to make him come. I wanted to feel it squirting down my throat, to taste it, to fill my mouth and let it run down into my belly. Dog cum. A taste I have never liked. Metallic like a rusty old pipe but this was a moment I relished it. I wanted it to taste bad. Oh how I wanted it. Then it started. At first just some spurts and then suddenly a full stream. Shooting into my moth and down my throat. I choked. I coughed. I released his cock and more jets shot onto my face and into my eyes and up my nose. I didn’t care. I loved it. At that moment in time I would have done anything and I mean anything. The nastier the better. At the same time I was choking I was in the throes of an enormous orgasm. Filled both ends by dogs. Primal. I don’t remember much more except Ben had me once more out there on the grass. He hadn’t knotted and when I came to my senses he was on my back thrusting away with his knot already inside me and cum shooting more cum. My darling Ben. I was going to miss him so much.

Somehow I had made my way back into the house because I awoke back in the kitchen. I had left the door open and both dogs had gone and some mosquitoes were buzzing around. Les was going to be mad at me.

How I stank. Dried cum was all over my costume. My pussy lips were caked with it. What a nasty gal I was. No, I thought, I am a dirty bitch. A bitch! How I love being called that. And I was going to be bred. Pack bred. How many was it going to be? Had Les said eight dogs? And I was going to be locked away with them for two weeks twice over. Would I be able to stand it? Would I be screaming for release? Would I be a changed person afterwards? My stomach gave a leap. My fingers sought my pussy. I was wet again.

Les greeted me and told me I smelt like a real bitch. He instructed me I was not to bathe. I tried to protest but he gave me one of his looks and I held my tongue. He wanted me to keep my costume on but even he knew that that was a definite ‘no’, ‘no,’ to board a plane. There was no way of disguising what I was wearing and security at the airports were now so tight. Imagine me having to be body searched? My costume was to be packed as it was. Stained and smelly. “It would drive the dogs I was to bred to, wild,” he said.

Jonathon packed my case, placing the costume in a polyethylene bag and sealing it up with tape. I was actually sorry when I took it off but I knew it was to become a part of me over the next few weeks.

It was, therefore, with some excitement that I did farewell to my dogs and entered Miami International Airport bound for Seattle.

End of Part 3

Thank you all.. a sexy photo too.. Oh my and at my old age… I have to find another then..

Kisses to you all..

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Part 4

The flight was uneventful but it we had to change at Atlanta and there was not much time to make the connection. Of course when you are in a hurry you wait outside the gate on the plane because there is something in the way and you watch the minutes ticking by. But we did make it and I was so out of breath I almost collapsed. I ended up falling asleep with my head on the passenger’s shoulder next to me much to Les’s amusement. One thing, I did say Les was a transvestite but he was dressed as a man with his boobs taped closely against his chest and a loose fitting shirt. Whether as a man or a woman Les was very attractive. I had on only a white blouse with elasticized low cut top and a long black skirt. No underwear and my breasts showing their bare tops pressed against the elastic whilst the remainder swayed free and my nipples long and extended as they hit against the cotton of my blouse. How people stared at me and I just smiled back. The poor man who’s shoulder I was laying on was sporting a lovely hard on and I so wanted to place my naughty hand upon it. If Les had not been there I would have done.

We arrived in my birth place, Seattle, Wa. Thankfully our luggage had not been delayed. It is always a worry of mine when connections are short that luggage will not get put on the plane but all was well this time. It was late July and the weather is normally very nice at this time of the year. This was no exception and when we reached outside it felt quite warm. Mount Rainier looked spectacular in the sun. Les had hired a car and we were soon on our way. We were driving up near to Enumclaw, which is about 30 miles outside Seattle, an area I was not familiar with. It was very rural and extremely beautiful. Trees and meadows. It reminded me of England.

I asked Les to stop at the next gas station or eatery as I wanted to potty. Of course he just stopped the car and I had to hike my skirt up and pee behind the car. There was little privacy and two cars that passed actually tooted at me.

It was nearly an hour from leaving the airport when Les turned off the highway and down a narrow lane with tall hedges both sides. At the end there was two large wrought iron gates and a notice that read “NO VISTORS WITHOUT PRIOR PERMISSION.” There was a telephone number to call and Les duly punched the numbers into his cell phone. He gave his name and we waited. It was at least five minutes before I heard an approaching vehicle and a green new looking Jeep Wrangler appeared on the other side of the gate. A petite, dark skinned girl with long crinkly black hair got out and opened the gate. She came to our car and Les wound the windows down. She really was pretty dressed in a light red top with matching short skirt and red fishnet tights. She looked about thirty with a thin waist and small breasts and a red ribbon in her hair. She had an engaging smile and I could see she had unusually green eyes.

“Nice to see you again, Les,” she said. So Les had been here before. I wonder whom he had brought here. She threw her arms around his neck and they kissed fully on the lips. Then she turned to me. “So, you must be Colleen. I’m Ayenna.” I dutifully smiled and we appraised each other. She almost said something but stopped and told Les to go on up to the house. She closed the gates as we passed her Jeep and followed us up to the house.

The house was huge. It was 10,000 sqr. ft at least and that was only the ground floor. The upper floor was only slightly smaller. It looked like it was built of timber but that was only the lining as it was in fact concrete with hollows filled with insulation. Ayenna’s husband, Bear, proudly gave me a construction lesson on the house later that day as he had designed and engineered it.

Around the house were small dwellings where people stayed to hunt as this was, I found out, a hunting farm with 450 acres of land and the dogs were used to assist the hunters. These were the dogs I was to spend such a long time with!

As soon as we arrived, Bear greeted us at the front door. Bear was obviously a nickname but it was apt. He was a huge man. I estimated around 6ft 4in tall and 300lbs. He had long white hair and a heavy long beard and whiskers. A perfect Santa Clause. When he kissed me the whiskers tickled my face and I noticed his grey eyes that seemed to bore into mine. His age? I had no idea. He could have been fifty or seventy. Two young clean shaven men stood with him and they immediately went to our car to fetch the luggage. I was puzzled as to how a transvestite like Les could be friends with a ‘real’ man like Bear. I found out that the connection was business. Les had money invested in a lot of Bear’s business ventures. And after Les and mine’s parting of the ways I discovered they were not friends!

I am sure you are all finding this descriptive exercise, and something I am not real good at anyway tiresome so I will skip over the preliminaries. When we sat down on seats covered with animal skins Ayenna appeared with a huge brindle dog sporting a prominent black nose. His legs were long and huge padded paws, hairy ears and a thick feathered coat and tail. He looked very suspicious of Les and I and even gave a growl but Ayenna gave him some soothing noises and he stopped, got very close to her and when she sat down flopped on the floor against her feet. She told me he was a Caucasian Mountain Dog and was born in Russia. He was three years old and she had had him brought here as a pup when he was only three months old. I could see they were devoted to one another. Bear had trained him and I wondered then at precisely what training and later that evening I found out. Ayenna said his name was Moscow and he weighed 135lbs. That had to be more than she weighed. My mind was doing the nasty of course and I wondered at the size of another part of his anatomy. He had big black swinging balls if that was any indication!

I was asked at my love for dogs and my experience. I gave them a potted history of how I came to love it, various dogs I had been with, the doggie bang I had in Texas, the four dogs that lived with my hubby, my friend’s black lab George and my current two dogs Ben and Pete. Bear wanted to know why I wanted to live with his eight hunting dogs, was I aware of the dangers and how exhausting it was going to be for me? I think some of his apprehension was comforted by my recounting the Texas experience and my genuine love for dogs. I was honest with him. I adored being mastered by an animal. Not just any animal - dogs! (I had not then mated with a horse, pony or a pig!) I really wanted to know what it would be like to live with dogs, to learn to behave like them, and to give myself to them. To be their bitch and to let them have me whenever they wanted. To even fight over me. I wanted to be a slave to them.

After I had said this he nodded at Ayenna. She smiled. “I understand exactly what you are saying,” she said. “I also like to bred by them. I help train all the dogs and I have mated very often with them. Some weekends I join them if we don’t have visitors and stay with them for three to four days. When Bear was away I lived with them for a month. None of those dogs are as big as Moscow so I can handle them. I unfortunately could not let Moscow in with them. He is jealous and would have killed them if he saw them wanting me in that way. Bear has to take Moscow away with him and when he comes back he wants me all the time at first, don’t you darling.” She stroked him and his ears had pricked up at the mention of his name. Some signal seemed to have passed between them because he suddenly jumped up and placed his front paws on her lap and started licking her face. They French kissed and she hugged him.

“Alright, my big boy.”

As soon as she got to her feet he stood still with his mouth open and tongue out. I could see the muscles of his legs twitching. Ayenna knelt down pulling her skirt up. I then could see that her tights were crotchless and Moscow dove down with his snout between her thighs. His tongue was deep inside her and I could hear her moans. She was cumming as slurping noises were now coming from her vagina as Moscow’s tongue got even deeper. I was wondering how she would be able to take his weight as she looked so small compared to him. With a sudden bound and he was upon her. His paws gripped her waist and actually lifted her body off the floor as he humped against her ass. They were well practiced. I watched her shift her ass into position and his now protruding cock found the entrance. He thrust into her and humped at a frantic rate. It must easily have been 50 miles an hour the speed he was generating. I envied her as she gasped and yelled. I saw his knot start to swell and I moved myself around on the floor to get a better view. It banged briefly on her pussy lips before disappearing inside her. Still Moscow thrust away and now I could see her vagina swelling as it accommodated the knot getting bigger and bigger. What an incredible feeling she must have been experiencing. With a final push and her body went back and forth as his paws gripped her tightly holding her fast as if she was a doll and she let out a great cry. “Yes. Oh yes. Yes!!”

My hands went down under my skirt and I frantically fingered my pussy making myself cum. Moscow had now stopped But I could see movements and was sure he was pumping his semen into her belly. I had a desire to join in and I crawled right down and underneath his balls and licked up some of his semen that was dripping from Ayenna’s pussy. I then put my lips against it feeling the warmth, smelling the semen and tasting more of it. It was more salty than my two dogs and not as metallic tasting and my tongue tried to penetrate inside. I must have startled Moscow because he suddenly pulled his cock free. Ayenna gave out a cry of obvious pain and I almost choked as his semen flowed out with a gush onto my face and into my mouth. Ayenna collapsed face down and I was now almost suffocated as her pussy squashed down onto my face.

To be continued.

Part 5

Much laughter enthused and after a lovely meal cooked by Ayenna I was feeling tired and excused myself. The bedroom I was occupying was three times the one I had at my house and almost twice the one I shared with Les at his home. It also had a large Jacuzzi actually in the bedroom. I was too sleepy to care or to bathe even and stripping off my blouse and skirt fell onto the bed and went soundly to sleep.

I was awaken by the smell of coffee, bacon and toast. Standing over me was Ayenna smiling brightly and a tray of food and drink in her hands.

“I thought you might be hungry,” she said. She was wearing an almost see thru nightie and I could see the outline of the aureole around the nipples of her breasts. I thanked her, sitting up and asked her the time.

“7 o’clock.” She said.

“Seven?” I queried, disbelieving. “In the morning?” She nodded. I flopped my head back on the pillows. “There’s no such time. I’m going back to sleep.”

She ignored me and distributed the coffee and juice onto the bedside cabinets. She helped me up again and placed the tray with the food over my lap. There were eggs as well as bacon and toast on the plate and suddenly I did feel hungry and awake. She sat on the edge of the bed watching me eat.

“Feeling better now?” she asked. I nodded.
“Where’s Les and Bear?”

“Already up and out,” she replied. “How did you meet Les?”

I told her of the pick-up in a bar in Coral Gables, Miami when I thought he was a woman and how he had discovered the tell-tale doggie scratches on my thighs and ass.

“So now he’s your master?”

“Yes.” I said. “I have never been in a master/slave relationship. Not sure how it will work out but some of it’s fun.”

“Be careful of Les.” She warned. Now I was interested. “He has a wicked temper and likes to hurt people. Even Bear is scared of him.”

“Bear – scared of Les?” I was amazed. “Bear could lift him up with one hand.”

“If he got the chance. Last time he was here he and Bear got into a really bad argument over dinner. Bear was mad and got up to strike at Les. Within a flash Les had got Bear in a strangle choke and was grinning as Bear was choking and losing consciousness. I screamed and started beating at him with my fists. He only laughed and pushed me away so hard I fell onto the floor. Chad and Henry came running in and it was only when they went to Bear’s aid he let go and Bear slumped down onto the floor. Les left the room telling us to let Bear know that next time he attempts to hit him he will kill him. He meant it too. Be careful, Colleen.”

I was amazed. If Les could overpower a huge man like Bear what could he do to poor me. I was sufficiently frightened and now knew not to provoke him. I thanked her for the warning. When I had finished the breakfast she sniffed at me.

“If I were you I’d take a shower or better still use the Jacuzzi.”

“I smell that bad?” She nodded.

“It would excite the dogs though. Come, let me run the Jacuzzi and I’ll join you.”

She did and she stripped up and we had a delightful time in the tub, washing each other, feeling each other, kissing each other and finally getting out and bringing ourselves off in a wonderful 69.

Someone had unpacked and put away my clothes. The dog costume was even hanging up in the closet. Ayenna sniffed at it and nodded approvingly. “Perfect,” she said. “Your dogs?” She could smell them. “Yes.”

She pulled off a hanger one of my light flowery patterned dresses with a skirt that barely covered my ass. “Wear that. I have a similar one. The weather here in Seattle is normally not that nice to be able to wear anything like that.”

“I know,” I replied. “I was born, brought up and married here.”

“You must tell me your life history before you leave. I would really like to get to know you better.” She saw me looking in a drawer for my panties and bra. “Don’t wear any underwear. It’ll be more fun. I’ll see you downstairs in the kitchen and we’ll go and meet my children. Your playmates.”

She was already dressed and waiting for me when I found my way to the kitchen and it took some finding in this big house. She had Moscow with her collared and leashed. He looked at me, opened his mouth and smiled. Then, with no warning, jumped up on me and licked my face before jumping down.

“Mmmm. That is unusual.” Ayenna mused. “He normally growls at strangers especially when I am alone with him. He likes you. The good thing is, Les is frightened of him.”

We went outside. It was a beautiful day. Seattle is horrible in the winter but this time of the year it is wonderful when the sun is out.

“The kennels are a ten minute walk away. I hope you don’t mind the walk.”

I didn’t. I felt like a teenager. All the time Moscow kept dragging his feet and trying to jump up at me. Even with Ayenna’s scolding he wouldn’t stop.

“He wants you.” She finally said. “Would you mind?”

“You mean?” Excitement started. I had never been with a big dog like him. And the memory of the glimpse of his cock as he pulled out of Ayenna last evening gave me a shiver. That monster cock inside me! “Yes, please.”

“Go on ahead and as soon as you hear me shout lift that skirt and get down on your knees. Bitch!”

I did as she said. I seemed to have walked a good distance away when I heard “Now.”

Pulling the skirt of my dress right up down I went in the classic doggie position. I heard the padding of his feet getting louder and then a wet tongue was lapping at my slit. It didn’t last long enough and a huge weight descended on my back. Even though I knew he was heavy I hadn’t been prepared for THAT heavy. My front part of my body hit the floor and it elevated my ass. Disaster. The elevation was not enough. His driving cock was all over my ass trying to get access and it eventually did – right up into my ass hole. I squealed with the sudden shock and pain. “Hold on.” Ayenna cried. Hold on? What was I to hold onto? A huge cock increasingly growing in size was hammering away inside my ass. Thankfully his pre-cum was loosening and oiling up the narrow passage and I was starting to get some pleasure from the ordeal. I even heard myself groaning. If you remember a song called “The Mighty Quinn” – this was “The Mighty Hammer.” I tried with all my might to raise myself up onto my arms from this uncomfortable position. Moscow, sensing this even helped. His front paws actually gripped me under my waist and helped get me up. It didn’t stop the ferocious pounding my ass was getting. How I wished he’d been in my vagina.

“Are you OK?” I looked up and saw Ayenna staring anxiously down at me.

“Yes.” I replied. “It’s feeling better.” And it was. It was actually feeling bloody nice now and an orgasm started to build. I could also feel his knot forming outside my ass hole as it hit against my cheeks. “Don’t let him knot me.” I said.

How on earth did I think she was going to stop that!. He was much too big and now the orgasm hit me and I was past caring. His knot jammed into me as he continued his thrusting. His cock was now at full size and his knot was now expanding. I remember how huge it was inside Ayenna. It had to be the size of an orange. I prayed when he finished he wouldn’t try to separate. He would tear my poor ass apart. Now I could feel him cumming. Spurt. Spurt. He suddenly stopped and with almost a long whine his sperm jetted into me. I orgasmed again. And then another one. And another.

Finally it was over. I stayed in that position with Moscow pressing down onto me with his great weight and his cock and knot locked inside my ass. I was well and truly tied.

To be continued

Part 6

“Please don’t let him try and pull out.” I implored Ayenna.

“Of course not. I’m surprised he managed to get that huge thing in your ass.”

Just then I heard the sound of an approaching car. I started to move as I panicked. This in turn made Moscow move. Ayenna sternly told him to “Stay.”

The car stopped and I heard Ayenna calling to the occupant. It was a man. I looked up to see the grinning face of one of the young men who had taken out my luggage yesterday.

“Hi.” He said. “I’m Chad.”

“Please to meet you,” I replied. “I hope you will excuse me if I don’t get up.”

He roared with laughter at that. Disappeared and then came back into view. “Wow he’s in your ass. And how. A pretty ass too.”

“Glad you like it.” I said. “I think it’s too fat. My tits are nicer so most people say.”

“Yes they are swaying under there,” he agreed, “But your ass looks fine to me, too. Wow seeing this has made me horny.” With that he unzipped his fly and out popped a nice cock that got bigger by the second as he stroked it. “Fancy a suck?” Without waiting for an answer it was pressed to my lips. Now what was a nice girl to do? I didn’t know. I was a very bad girl and I dutifully opened up my mouth and sucked greedily on it as it popped in.

“Damn me. She’s good.” He said. I did pride myself on my cock sucking. If I could have used one of my hands I would have loved to have squeezed his lovely balls. My sucking was really having an effect. Then Ayenna whispered something in his ear and a big grin came on his face. “O.K.”

Abruptly he pulled his cock away from my mouth and he disappeared with Ayenna. They were at my rear. Ayenna started patting and stroking Moscow and then I felt something pressing against my pussy. It was Chad’s cock. He was trying to get it into me with Moscow’s cock in my ass. A DP! Oh how wickedly nasty. I murmured my approval and slowly, ever so slowly it was entering me.

“God. This is tight.” Chad said.

It was. It almost felt to me like it was going up my ass too. Moscow was feeling it to and he started to move. I hoped he was enjoying it as much as me because it really did feel good. I was so full. He started moving it inside. I was so wet with my climaxing that it wasn’t too difficult despite the cramped quarters. Ayenna was saying soothing noises to Moscow and even though he settled down his cock was now quivering along with his knot. Yes, he was enjoying the sensations. Chad was moving even more faster now. His gasps and his movements betrayed him. He was going to cum and so was I again. 1-2-3. He came at the same time as me. It is so wonderful when that happens. “Yes. Yes. Yes!” We both saw stars. We heard the bells ring. Did you hear the thunder? Oh my. Was it the nastiness of the act that made it feel so nice? I don’t know but I vowed I would have it happen again. Maybe another cock in my mouth? Now that really was being greedy.

Unfortunately, when Chad pulled his cock out of its tight nest that was the signal for Moscow to jump down and try to do the same. With him at right angles to me and his cock trying to bend the same way along with my ass hole there was only one thing that was going to happen. Pain! A big YELL – that’s actually two things isn’t it? – from poor me. Amazing how quickly something so wonderful was now turning into something not so good with turning being the operative word. The wonderful tie that you men want to know if we women had suffered (or enjoyed). Ayenna did manage to stop Moscow from yanking out the ring from my ass and maneuvered him in line with my body pushing his ass against mine. Now that felt nice.
“Moscow. We have a problem.” Chad was proving to be quite a comedian.

“If I had a bucket of water I’d throw it over them,” chuckled Ayenna.

“Ha, ha.” I said.

Now Moscow decided to go for a walk and I had to paddle backwards on all fours. He stopped. Then a back leg cocked up. “Oh no.” I knew what was coming next. A stream of hot water pored all over the back of my thighs and legs. Chad and Ayenna were now falling all over the place laughing. Oh so funny. Why wasn’t I amused? Actually I am laughing now and I always joined in the laughter as I recited this story to only select friends. It’s not too many people you can recount this amusing story too is there? I hope you are all laughing!!

Chad did get into his car. Ayenna got down in front of me and started to kiss me. She patted my head and told me what a good bitch I was. The she went around to Moscow and I heard her tell him what a good and clever dog he was and how was he liking my ass? He barked at her. I hoped he was telling to ‘F.O!’

How long were we tied like that? It seemed for ages and it would have been considerably longer I fear if it hadn’t been for Chad returning with a kettle.

“Are we stopping now for a cup of tea?” I quipped. Then I jumped as he starting poring cold water onto my ass as Ayenna slowly moved Moscow away so the water fell on his cock. It worked. I felt the knot and cock start to deflate and with a nasty popping noise and an enormous ‘fart’ from me I was free. The cum I had received ran out adding more mess to my thighs and legs. I pulled some grass and leaves and started cleaning myself off. Moscow wandered over and tried to help clean me up but by this time I had had enough of him and shooed him away. Then with enough decorum I got to my feet and announced, “That is enough. I do not wish to see another dog today. I am returning to my room.” With that I left them and strode back to the house. I did turn round to see Ayenna on her back on the ground, legs spread and Chad’s head buried between them. “Humph!” I said but only I heard it.

To be continued.

Thank you both of you but I have noticed the smaller stories with just the 'humping' descriptions get the best response. Unfortunately whilst I do have a loyal follwing you are all in the minority. I think what I'll do is not post the rest but if anybody wants to read the rest of the story I'll send it to you privately. Just leave an email addy in my message section. I do thank you all for the nice comments. As I said at the beginning of this story i am not well and most times it is a great effort to write. Ihave been lucky and had a few very good days. Life was ever so beautiful again. I vowed after the almost no response to my last effort - a tribute to my beautiful dog Ben that that was going to be my last on here. My style is not what the majority want to read so I must understand that. I should have listened to my inner voice. I cherish my memories and I love you all

Colleen xxxxx
Well I found it way back on page 11 so most of you must have forgotten it. Well I apologize to all but my illness has made it difficult to write and with my relocation to Costa Rica and the fun I have also been having there hasn't been too much ime.. blah blah excuses….

But forgive me anyway. Despite the number of months I will finish it despite depression and rejection by some and encouraged by the lovely words of the res of you. Thankyou.

Here then is Par 7 and do watch this space as it does get very very hot from Part 8…

Part 7

I continued on my way back to the house. Parked outside the kitchen door was a delivery van complete with driver chatting to the other man I had seen with Chad the previous day. They stared at me with eyes almost popping out of heir heads.

I threw them both a cold stare and in my haughtiest voice said, “I've been out for a stroll. Nice day.”

They said not a word and I found my bedroom and went straight into the bathroom to clean myself up. It was then I noticed in the mirror that both my breasts were hanging out of my dress gently wobbling in front of me! I giggled as I cleaned myself up and through myself onto the bed. I did not want to see anyone especially dogs and with a very sore ass, still oozing doggie cum and a we pussy closed my eyes. I vowed I was going to tell Les as soon as he returned that we were leaving.

I must have fallen asleep as I was aware of my pussy being licked and it felt so good. I opened my eyes and there was Moscow between my legs. He must have followed me back.

“Get away you horrid dog.” I cried but already my legs were opening and I was pushing myself further onto his tongue. My body was betraying me again. I just can't help myself. It really is not my fault. Someone, anyone, only has to feel my tits, my pussy or my ass and I am theirs.

I remember giving myself (when I was MUCH younger) to an ugly little old man on a crowded train who was groping me up. We ended up squeezed into the tiny bathroom compartment with me bent over the toilet, dress raised up and panties around my ankles. A long thin cock was thrusting inside me and I even told this complete stranger to take it out and put it in my ass which he obligingly complied. What a nasty girl!

I could hear myself moaning under Moscow's administrations and just before I could cum he stopped and he was all over me pushing at my body. He was trying to roll me over! The naughty, dirty dog – and I helped him. Not all the way after all I had to put up some resistance I am not that easy. What a lie – of course I am!

Finally I was over and as I kneeled myself up into position he was up and onto my back. He must have been almost satisfied by his anal intrusion earlier as it was a case of 'bang, bang, thank you ma'am!'
Much too soon he was finished and didn't even make the knot although I did feel a jet of sperm inside and out of me as he jumped down. With only a fleeting lick a my dripping puss he jumped off the bed and i could hear his paws as he sauntered away. I had to bring myself off with my trusty fingers but Moscow had got me back to feeling comfortable about my doggie lock-up so my thoughts of leaving were gone.

Les and Bear did not return until late afternoon and I contented myself with eating, watching television and lazying in the hot tub. Ayenna found me in the tub and she stripped off and joined me. We played around for a little before giving ourselves to each other and as I had sampled the evening before she does have a lovely puss.

Bear was cross with his wife for not showing me the kennels where I would be spending the next fourteen days.

“The dogs'll be back soon and I want Collie to familiarize herself with the layout before they return so get to it gal. Take the truck”

The drive was only a few minutes but I was pleased I didn't have to walk it this time. The kennels were actually inside one huge barn and it was fitted out into open cubicles filled with hay. I could smell it was fresh. There were plenty of high open windows with top wooden shutters and the place felt empty and cool but there were also numerous ceiling fans hanging down from the wooden roof.

Apart from the rest of the cubicles was a much bigger one and this even had a double bed complete with mattress, blankets and pillows. There was also a wash sink, toilet and a shower.

“These are your quarters,” she explained, “ Not quite The Ritz but it is comfortable.” She pointed out the television and radio and there was even a computer. “Time will pass pretty quickly and the horny
bastards will give you the time of your life.”

I told her my one and only experience of being pack bred in Texas and how much I had enjoyed it but this was on a much bigger scale. I was going to live like a dog and be their bitch for a long time. I asked about food and she said I had to eat with the dogs at their eating times but I would be given human food. She warned me though the dogs would try to pinch mine and advised me to eat it standing up.

“That dog costume. It's good but you won't be able to wear it for more than three days otherwise you'll be a mass of sores.” She said she would give me something else to wear and to change into it when the dog one got too uncomfortable. She showed me various places where alarm bells had been fixed in case I wanted out but she said Chad would come by every day and check I was OK. She wasn't allowed a visit as that would confuse the dogs she explained.

“Chad will probably fuck you too. He always did me every time I was in here.”

In the main part of the kennels there were a number of padded benches and stools and they were for me to lay face down on as required to rest my arms and legs from the weight of the dogs mating with me on the floor. Then I saw a wooden contraption that looked part stocks for a head and platforms that could be adjusted plus restraints. My eyes widened.

“That's the punishment block,” she said. “Bear likes me to be fixed into it every so often when I've been naughty. All the hands and any guests get to do me and then the dogs – all at the same time. Well, three at a time!”

“Even the dogs?” I asked. “But how?”

She laughed. “Would you like to try it out? I know Bear would like to see you in there.”

“For how long?”

“Long enough for you to beg to be let out. At least three hours. I did manage eight hours once. It's non-stop fucking in all three orifices. Human, animal and machine.”

“Oh my.” And my pussy moistened at the thought.

“Think about it.”

I did and had and I knew what my answer was going to be. Damn that body of mine.

We got back to the house and dinner had been prepared. Then it was time. I went up to my room with Ayenna and she helped me into my doggie costume. Then, with me on all fours I was led by her on a leash downstairs. Moscow was waiting there with Bear and Les. Obviously this had all been pre-arranged because Ayenna dropped into an armchair, hoiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties and opened her legs. I was roughly brought up to her gash and like the good dog I now was licked it. She wound the leash around her hand and pulled my face further into her lovely warm and wet pussy. A cock slipped into my cunt and I realized it was Bear.

“Fuck the bitch,” said Les and Bear eagerly did as he was urged. It is so nice to enjoy oneself isn't it. I nice juicy pussy to tongue and suck and a nice fat cock working it's magic in my puss. By Ayenna's moaning I was doing a good job and I stopped to lick my index finger and then worked it slowly into her ass. She came immediately and it was so well timed as with a grunt and a groan a nice jet of warm balm filled my innards and Bear was spent and his knob shrunk and fell out. He moved aside and the familiar feeling of Les's huge penis filled the vacant void. I was grateful he hadn't chosen that smaller darker passage as it was still throbbing from Moscow's knot.

I went back to work upon Ayenna and she moved her ass up giving me freer access to her ass hole. With my finger still embedded in it I licked around it and then upon taking it out I found the hole wide enough to insert my tongue. I was in a nasty mood and so I enjoyed the musky taste and smell and for good measure decided to insert my fist into her cunt. Although not as big as mine I have a small hand and despite her squealing I gradually manged to get it in. Les decided to give me a hard fucking and grabbing my tits in both his hands gave me a thorough rogering and I enjoyed every minute of it. Ayenna gave a great shout as she came and managed to push me away as my fist reluctantly came out wet with her slime. Les and I came together as we were practiced lovers. When he pulled out giving me a very hard slap on my rump I moved away, too. I had forgotten about the dog.

Moscow, without even a sniff or a lick jumped up and with first stab hooked me. He pounded his cock into me, his knot ball getting bigger along with his cock. He was spurting precum and I did not need that to make my passage way slippery – it was already running with the human juices. But there is nothing like a dog fucking you – nothing in the world. I have done now ponies, horses and a pig (and Porky the pig was and is exceptional) there is nothing better than a furious dog pounding his cock into you. I gasped when his knot went into me and swelled up even more. A few more thrusts and we both climaxed together. His hot watery cum exploding inside my puss and coating the walls of my womb, his paws gripping me like a vice around my waist and his panting breath – all makes for one hell of a great fuck!!! Wonderful and the main event was still to cum – sorry I mean come.

To be continued.