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SLUT SAMANTHA 10
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CHAPTER 10: THE COUPLE

I pulled into the driveway showing the address Albert had provided me and entered into the GPS system of my smartphone. As the female voice on my phone announced, I was at my destination. The house was located at the top of a quiet cul-de-sac in a very nice, upscale, upper middle class neighborhood that reminded me very much of the neighborhood Nick had before …

I took a deep breath as I sat in my car in the driveway. I do not suppose I will ever fully get over the loss of Nick … my son and lover and protector. Albert had been magnificent in moving me from that loss and the depression, sorrow, debilitating grief, and isolation … the last part being self-inflicted. In turn, I had managed to provide him the same support and motivation to escape the isolation, loneliness, and depression that had filled his existence for the 10 years since his wife died. What a pair to come together; but, perhaps, the ideal pair to find in each other what was needed to move on. For me, Albert became my guide to a life that Nick opened my eyes to but then found hard to release me fully into. Albert provided me with the time for adjustment, acceptance, and strengthening my desire and need in order to transition my long-felt desires to this very point of life experience.

I had discovered Albert spending more time on the internet of late, searching sites and communicating via personal messages within sites and outside by emails. When I came up behind him one night, finding a picture of a woman under a dog, I asked him about it. He had laughed at my reaction of concern that he was resorting to internet porn. Instead, he was searching to help me. My confusion was evident and he went on to explain that it occurred to him that the best way to find experiences for me would not be to rely on friends … we didn’t have many of those and certainly not in the lifestyle we were pursuing. No, if he were to find new and increasing challenges for me, it would have to be from the outside and where better to find those kinds of contacts than the internet.

He showed me the links on the computer so I could peruse them, also. I was surprised by what he had been able to find. Sites that had focused on b********y, sharing, gangbangs, and even BDSM. He had pointed me to a particular correspondence chain with a couple, this couple, who were looking for a ‘sex slave’ for a weekend. He had gone back and forth with them numerous times. They were interested in a woman willing to perform to the desires of the couple, including mating with their dog. Albert had gotten to the point of asking for photographic evidence of their interest. They had balked, but Albert insisted. We were the ones with the most to risk. They relented, sending pictures, probably selfies in a mirror, of them and their Black Lab. As requested, they were both nude, holding a printed copy of his last email. He allowed them to not show their faces. He, in turn, sent a picture of me fully nude and under Harley, my long hair hiding my face. In the final emails, the limitations and boundaries were established for the weekend. I was willing to do what they requested, directed, except that there would not be pain, marks, s**t or pee, and the weekend was restricted to their house and private property and to them.

Which is how I now find myself in their driveway. That thought process and memories left me in the car just long enough that the inside was getting hot in the Arizona sun. I thought I spotted movement at the curtains of the picture window. I took a deep breath, opened the door, retrieved a carry-on sized case from the backseat, and clicked the button to lock the car. I started up the sidewalk fully recognizing that this was the start of what I hoped would be many more new experiences and situations. A start that Albert promised would change the way we look at people, a****ls, relationships, and our lives.

I didn’t even get the chance to knock on the door my knuckles were poised above. The inside door opened to reveal an attractive dark-haired woman about my age, low to mid 40’s, with a figure that was fuller than mine but still attractive. She opened the outside door. “Samantha?”

I nodded, “Yes, you must be Carol …”

“Yes, please come in.” She turned back into the house, “Bob, Samantha is here!” She turned back to me and put her hand on my arm, “He’s always sneaking off to the room he uses as an office. I wish he would stop and relax more.”

I returned the touch back to her, “Perhaps, I can help you influence him away from his work … at least for this weekend.” I winked at her.

“Samantha, I still can’t believe we are doing this.” But, just then a Bob turned the corner from the direction that must contain the bedrooms. It was a single-story home, much like most of them in the area. The kitchen and family room at the back and a formal living room to the side in front.

He was a hugger, apparently. He opened his arms as he drew near and enveloped me in his arms. He was a good 6 inches taller than me with a body that indicated that he was quite athletic at one time, though that time was sometime in past. But, his embrace was strong and gentle, at the same time.

Bob took my small case and put it at the end of the hallway, then led me into the family room. We sat with them on the large couch and me in an easy chair facing them. It seemed out of position for normal entertaining.

Bob started, “Samantha, welcome to our home. I want to get something out of the way before anything else.” He looked at Carol and she gave him a slight nod. “We mentioned some of this to Albert, but … this is still new for us. We want you to know that we love each other and for us, this is an investigation into something we think will provide some enhancement to our lives. We, Carol, thought she would be interested in doing it with the dog after we investigated some bestial websites. The idea was very exciting for both of us.” He glanced at her, again. “We turned to porn sites to find stimulation for our lovemaking. We have experimented with sharing of spouses. We found a few couples who we have gotten together in a swinging group and have joined them, too. We have always been together when the sharing has occurred. We feel like we are still in the early stages. We see this as an extension of that pursuit.”

I smiled at them and put up my hand, “You don’t have to explain your intentions, but I do appreciate it.” I looked down at my hands in my lap, then back to them. “For Albert and I, this is something of the same for us. I won’t go into the why of what we are doing, but being here is something I am excited to do. I know Albert has explained to you what I am comfortable with, so we understand the boundaries for this next day and a half.” I looked at them with an easy smile and my hands opened to them. “I am here for your pleasure and only your pleasure. My pleasure will be secondary to bringing you both pleasure.” I stood up in front of them. “How would you like me dressed for the time ahead?”

Carol leaned forward. Perhaps they had parts of this worked out. “Naked, dear. We may or may not be, but we want to find you naked at all times.”

I smiled, “Albert likes me that way, too.” I was wearing one of my sundresses, so this was going to be easy. I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down, which loosened the dress fully. I slipped the thin straps from my shoulders and the dress fell down my body, piling at my feet. I stooped, picked up the dress, and folded it onto a nearby chair. I stood before them naked except for my strap heels, which I then kicked under the same chair.

Carol gasped, “You came naked underneath?”

I shrugged, “I came here for you to use me sexually however you wished. It was an easy assumption to come to.” I sat back down on the chair, my knees pressed out to the arm rests. “I would also assume you want me to be openly exposed at all times.”

They both nodded, then laughed. “You’re quite a woman, Samantha.” I smiled back at them and raised an eyebrow. They understood, what now? “Right … well, even though Carol couldn’t go through with Blackie, we both want to see it in person rather than video.”

I suggested either doing it outside or they get an old blanket or comforter, that there can be quite a mess at the end. They looked at each other and smiled. Each took me with an arm around me, each stroking my bare back, and someone was on my ass. There would be much more than that this weekend, though. I found Blackie, a quite large Black Labrador Retriever in the back where they had a large patio with a pool and a small patch of grass between the patio and the fence. I crouched down and called the dog. I made sure my knees were amply parted. I knew I was excited and was confident that my scent would be reaching out to him in my naked state.

I scruffed his head and ears, gently encouraging him closer and closer until his snout was between my knees. It was by that point we could all tell he had sensed something interesting. While stroking him, and feeling him sniffing my scent, I asked, “Has he mated? Do you know?”

It was Bob’s voice that came back, “Yes, he has. He bred 2 litters.”

I smiled at nobody, just the thought. “Good. He might not completely recognize the scent he has found, but he will know what to do when he finds himself in the situation.”

I stroked down his sides, casually moving underneath him to his belly. I remained easy and non-threatening in my approach, easing my hand over his belly and further down toward his sheath. I allowed the process to take some moments so as not to startle or frighten him. My hand grazed the side of his sheath, but I had done my efforts well, he barely canlı bahis flinched at my touch. I nuzzled the side of his head and whispered into his ear, nothings really because I didn’t expect him to understand, I just wanted him to associate my calm, caring voice with my touch underneath him. I moved my hand to his sheath, purposely making contact this time, easing the side of my hand along the sheath and his penis inside. He remained calm with only a brief flinch. I continued to whisper and nuzzle him as my hand moved more firmly into contact with his sheath.

I glanced behind me to find them both seated on the ground nearby. I smiled at them but directed my attention back to Blackie. I quickly debated with myself how to present this to them and just as quickly decided on the full presentation. They said they found the idea and images of bestial activity very stimulating, but something was holding Carol back from following through with it. Maybe, over this weekend, I could influence her.

I hoped I did have Blackie’s trust. It is one thing to encourage a dog to mount you and be wild, it can be another for him to allow the intimate contact I like in foreplay with Harley.

I sat back on my heels and patted the ground in front of me, issuing a command, ‘down’. Nothing happened. Bob stepped in and encouraged Blackie down on his side as I requested, while he apologized for not having him better trained. I chuckled because I think few dogs really are, they just get to understand what their owners expect and an awkward communication becomes established.

Once he was on the ground, I soothed him with strokes, but my attention was more directed to his exposed sheath and the red tip of his penis exposed from it. My focus was really on Carol at this point, it was she who I wanted to see what would happen and how I would react, still hoping to alter her consideration of canine sex in some form. I lowered my head to his belly while maintaining a steady and affirming touch to his side. I put my tongue out to touch the exposed tip and the dog flinched, but he remained in place. That was encouraging so I continued with more deliberation, licking the already present pre-cum from the tip, then putting my lips to it and tentatively sucking at it to test his reaction. Again, he flinched at the new contact and sensation, but he partially rolled to his back, his upper leg falling to the back and exposing his belly completely to me.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I sucked on the end of his cock, taking in more of his pre-cum, but more importantly, stimulating more of his cock from the sheath. After feeling its growth in my mouth, I pulled back to allow Carol to see the cock, its color, shape, and length. I glanced at her as I shifted my position and saw her mesmerized by the unusual cock before her, indicating to me that she had never moved far enough with the idea of mating with the dog to witness its engorged cock.

I shifted onto my hands and knees, turned to pointing my ass to him, and patting my butt in encouragement. Since he had experienced mating with bitches, I expected him to be familiar enough to be curious about this human invitation. He quickly came to his feet and sniffed my ass, his nose contacting my cheeks before contacting my pussy. Once he found the source, though, his tongue replaced his sniffing nose, swiping the length of my already moistened slit. I reached back and pushed his snout away, patting my ass to encourage him to do more. His instincts kicked in, jumping onto my back and moving his hind end into my ass. My hand was ready for him, feeling his cock hitting my hand and guiding it into my pussy.

I gasped at the penetration, as I most always do with dogs. Their initial penetration is strong, deep and forceful, while men tend to align their cocks with the hole and push in slowly and incrementally. a****ls aren’t prone to anything but brute penetration and fucking.

I wasn’t paying any attention to the couple, any longer. They wanted to witness canine sex so I was going to enjoy it with a dog different than Harley. I had learned that dogs, like men, are different in little ways, and sometimes big ways, that makes the experience of different partners unique and enjoyable. That was the case with Blackie, whether it was due to less experience in general or being with a female human, his approach was more erratic and jerky, lacking the comfort I have come to know with Harley. He was a frenzied, crazed, pounding machine on top of me like he found himself inside a bitch again and was going to make the most of it in case it might never happen, again. At least, that was that feeling as I braced my body with my knees apart and my hands in front of my head for better support and stability.

The knot forming and beating into me on the outside told me that might be a new experience. I thought Harley was a big dog at 70 pounds, but Blackie was bigger still and his forceful thrusts with the knot on the outside made me wonder what he might do trying to pull it out of me. Even the Great Dane I mated on the golf course didn’t create this image. I cried out as the knot pushed through my lips and into my pussy, then my sounds were a series of moans, groans, and gasps as he continued to try to thrust into me, the effect being to push me, then pull me back with his knot trapped inside me. Instantly, once inside, his cock and knot continued to grow and expand, telling me that he wouldn’t be too much longer before his climax. I strained against him, pulling his knot against my pussy, moving the knot with his thrust, impacting me in as many locations as I could manage, intent on the occasional impact against my g-spot. When I felt his first spurt inside me, that was all I needed to orgasm. As his cock jerked, twitched and spurted seed into me, my pussy clenched and spasmed around the cock and knot.

I relaxed my arms from the chore of supporting me and collapsed to the ground, sucking in air. With my face and breasts planted on the ground, my ass still up in the air secured to the dog, he turned on me so we were ass-to-ass. I turned my turn toward Bob and Carol, finding them, and smiling weakly. “What … did you … think? As good … as the videos?”

Carol was effusive, “My god, Samantha! That was amazing … I think I am dripping just from watching …” I saw her stop abruptly after hearing what she was saying and become embarrassed.

“I am glad you are wet and turned on, Carol. That means it was enjoyable for you. It was very enjoyable for me and based on how much cum he pumped into me, I think Blackie enjoyed it, too.”

The 2 of them looked at each other with smiles and it was only then that I realized that Carol had her hand on the front of his pants and his hand was fondling one of her breasts. “There’s no question that he did. He’s breathing as heavily as you are.”

True to my curiosity, Blackie pulled on the tie hard enough that I was forced to give him some movement or I feared being torn. If we were on a smoother surface, he might have pulled me backward. When the knot did come out, there was a flood of cum escaping me and my pussy gaped. Carol was astounded by all of it, but I could also tell that she was very turned on and more curious.

Carol said, “We’re going to continue inside. Even though the neighbors can’t see into the yard, they might become suspicious of the sounds.” I reminded her about the old blanket and pointed to my leaking pussy. She chuckled and hurried inside. Bob assisted me up, put a hand on a breast, the other on a shoulder and kissed me on the mouth.

“I have to fuck you now.” I smiled. That was why I was there.

By the time Carol returned to the family room with a large, old blanket, Bob again had me in his embrace. We were kissing and our hands were roaming over each other’s bodies. I had unbuttoned his shirt and was stroking his chest, his hands on my ass when Carol walked in. She pulled the coffee table to the side and spread the blanket on the floor, then came to us and maneuvered the 2 of us onto the center of the blanket. She was behind Bob and was pulling his shirt back and off his shoulders. I moved my hands to his waist and worked on his belt and the snap and zipper of his pants. While I was doing that, Carol encouraged his feet up one at a time so she could remove his shoes and socks. I opened his pants and let them drop, then sank to my knees in front of him, taking his firming cock into my hand and moving my mouth to the head. I felt Carol assisting him out of his pants as I took his ever-hardening cock fully into my mouth, sucking the head each time I pulled up.

I was intent on sucking him when I found Carol kneeling next to me, still dressed. I move to the side to allow her some room in front of her husband and we traded back and forth sucking his cock and massaging his balls. Then, I turned his cock fully over to her and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off her shoulders and down her arms. I worked the clasps of her bra, then removing it. I unsnapped her slacks and lowered the zipper. This was going to cause a break, but it was unavoidable. I pulled her to the side and sitting on the floor as I grabbed her slacks and panties, pulling both down her legs and off.

I stood up, pressed my body into his, my hand stroking his rigid cock. “Doggy position?” He nodded his acceptance. I turned to Carol. “When I am in the position, you slide your legs underneath me.” I smiled at her as I saw her reaction. “Have you cum to a woman sucking and licking your pussy?” She shook her head, she had only kissed one of the women a few times. I smiled at her even bigger, “A new experience, then.”

I moved to my hands and knees and Bob was behind me bahis siteleri immediately. I felt his hands on my hips as Carol went to the floor and shimmied between my arms and under me. I was making eye contact with her and holding her attention as I anticipated Bob penetrating me. They said they had done some sharing, but I was still interested in seeing her reaction, so I held her eyes. I felt his cock head enter me, just the head, and I smiled. Then he pushed a little harder, withdrew some, and pushed more into my pussy. My mouth dropped open and I sighed long, the sound coming from deep in my throat. Her eyes held onto mine and her mouth opened with mine, then turned to a smile. That was when I dropped my head between her legs and licked the length of her pussy slit as if I were imitating the long, strong licks of a dog. She gasped and put her hand on the back of my head, pulling down to force my mouth more firmly onto her pussy.

I pushed back on Bob and raised my head to look at Carol. I decided to put the focus on Carol, even if Bob was fucking me. “You have a beautiful, naked pussy, Carol. I love your smell and taste; I love the feel of your wet pussy on my lips and tongue.” She was staring at me, raised on her elbows to watch me and her husband. I pushed back against Bob’s cock sliding in and out of me. I wink at her, “I like the feel of Bob’s cock inside me, too. He has a nice cock, I think, do you agree?” She nodded, her eyes flicking up to Bob as he continued to bump into my ass from behind, pushing me toward Carol. I slipped 2 fingers into her steaming pussy, using my thumb on her clit, causing her to gasp and suck in a lung full of air. “You like it when his cock plows into your pussy.” She nodded and gasped as I continued to finger her. “Just imagine, Carol, his cock is plowing into my pussy full of dog cum. I am soaked inside with it; do you hear his cock making squishing sounds as he bangs into me?” She nodded and gasped again. I reached up and squeezed her breast and pinched a nipple, then returned it to her pussy and clit. “Think about all that dog cum on your husband’s cock right now … it must be coated with it … the full length of his cock is coated with dog cum.” She gasped.

I pushed back on Bob. I twisted my ass back and forth and picked up his rhythm and matched him, pounding back as hard as he was into me. I looked back up into Carol’s eyes, “I am going to get off of his cock and you are going to suck his cock clean of the dog cum. Then, after you have cleaned him, he will fuck you just like he is me now, and I will help both of you climax.” Her eyes watched me and her mouth was open but soundless.

Without ever addressing Bob or asking him, I pulled away from him, his cock sliding out of my pussy, cum following it out of me and dripping onto the protective blanket beneath us. I put a hand out to Carol who took it. I pulled to assist her to her knees and she went directly to her husband’s hard, messy cock. I waited for her to take his cock into her mouth, then, and only then, did I look up at Bob and finally address him. Despite his being able to hear our conversation or my words, I had left him out of any decision potential. I smiled up at him, “Your wife decided she wants to taste Blackie’s seed. She is going to clean your cock of his seed and when she is done, when she has completely cleaned your cock, have her kneel over my head and fuck her the way you have always wanted to, the way the woman you want her to be should be fucked.”

I didn’t ask him or seek his compliance. I took charge and told him what he was to do just as I had told Carol what she was going to do. They had thought they were looking for a ‘sex slave’ to do their bidding in compliance. And, later, I might just be that person, but now they were going to experience the other side.

I slid my finger between her legs from behind, slipping 2 fingers into her and she raised her ass, then pressed back against my hand, gasping and moaning around the cock in her mouth. I then stood up and wrapped my arms around Bob’s neck, kissing him and rubbing my still horny pussy into his thigh, leaving a very wet streak behind.

I lay on the floor alongside Carol and waited, my legs spread, one hand fondling my breast and the other between my legs working 2 fingers in and out of my messy pussy. I pulled my fingers out and transferred them to my mouth just as Carol released his cock and turned to see me. She smacked her lips and bent down to kiss me. She then crawled over my body so her pussy was directly above my face. Bob put his knees on either side of my head and I watched as he poised his cock at her hole and pressed into her. She gasped. I used one hand on her breast and another on her clit right above me. My pushed up with my elbows and put my tongue to her clit, then tilted my head back to mouth her pussy and his cock where they were joined, his cock sliding in and out of her.

The next surprise came when Carol lowered her head to my pussy, kissing my clit and tonguing my open pussy. I strained to look between our bodies, “Cannot get enough of your dog’s taste, I see …” She giggled but continued licking. The exchange and seeing how his wife took to the dog’s cum seemed to excite Bob more as his thrusts became more forceful and urgent. He held her waist and was pulling her back onto his cock as he pounded forward into her. She wasn’t passive, either. Besides licking me, she was matching his action with her own, aiding his apparent desire to pound deeper and harder into her.

Her multiple focus activity abruptly stopped, though, as the impact of what Bob and I were providing to her overwhelmed her body and mind. Her head and body fell onto mine, her head resting on my thigh and her pelvis at my chin. I moved my head to the side as Bob began to thrust with even more powerfully into her pussy. My tongue and mouth sought his cock and balls as they slid over my face. I felt Carol shaking and convulsing, first, followed by Bob pressing hard against his wife, both moaning and groaning, gasping and crying out as each was in the throes of orgasm.

It took me a few moments to extricate myself from the tangle of exhausted bodies, both of which were on top of me. I stood, stretching my body, and viewed the naked couple on the floor as they sought to hold each other, Bob crawling to be alongside his wife, holding her in his arms as she found the strength to roll onto her back to accept his embrace.

I had shooed them to the bedroom to shower and get ready for dinner. I cooked a nice meal centered around Cornish hens and wild rice. I cleaned up quickly when there were moments and was dressed to serve them when they came out to the dining room where glasses of wine and a salad were waiting for them. They were dressed nicely, he in slacks and shirt, she in a dress that fell to her knees. They had wanted to stay naked, but I insisted they dress. I wanted the difference between them and me to be stark. I was dressed in only a black choker around my neck, black garter belt and stockings, and matching heels.

I refilled their wine glasses and removed the salad plates. I rubbed my hips against them as I did so, even brushing my breast against the side of their faces as I bent to remove the plates. It encouraged them to touch me. When I brought in the plates with their main course, I was being freely touched and groped. Bob slipped a hand between my legs and slid it up the inside of my thigh to my pussy as I refilled his water glass. They made excuses for having me at their sides to touch me more: water, wine, splitting another hen, more rice, or rolls.

After I served the light desert, I asked if there was anything else, and they were quiet, merely looking at each other. I acted on my own, dropping to my knees and crawling under the table. I moved first to Carol. When my hands touched her knees and slid up under her dress, she flinched and sighed, which drew the attention of Bob. I grasped her panties and she raised her hips, allowing me to pull them to her feet. I separated her knees and pulled her to the edge of her chair, applying my first licks to pussy.

After only a few licks, I crawled to her husband, releasing his belt and zipper, then pulling on his pants and underwear. He too raised his hips so I could lower his pants to his knees. His cock was already firming and I licked the length from the base to the bead before engulfing it in my mouth, the back of my head repeatedly bumping the bottom of the table as it moved up and down on his cock.

Carol made the move. She pushed her chair back and announced that I was to put on the same sundress I arrived in. The stockings didn’t go with the dress, but it was already getting dark. I was in high heels and they were in comfortable shoes. I hoped we weren’t going far, but I sensed the idea for a walk was not for exercise.

I was right, they led me to a little park about 2 blocks away. They took me into the center and pressed me up against a tree there. Carol pulled the straps off my shoulders and began fondling my breasts as she kissed me. Bob raised my dress to my waist, pushing my legs apart and thrusting fingers into my pussy. They continued, even changing back and forth until I came, pressed against that tree, my dress bunch at my waist.

On the walk back to the house, I sensed they were transitioning to the type of play that a couple with a ‘sex slave’ should be: controlling, dominant, and a focus on using rather than pleasuring.

When we started up their driveway, I saw Bob stop us, check the surrounding houses, then directing me to strip off the dress where I stood. This was as much a risk for them if a neighbor were to look outside, but bahis firmaları it was me stripping, and that risk they were taking heightened the thrill for me as I removed my dress, handing it to Carol and walking provocatively to the front door, directly under the outside light at the door.

Inside I was directed to make drinks for all of us. They again sat on the couch and I was directed to the chair in front of them. I was to d**** my legs over each of the arm rests, opening my pussy to their view, as we had our drinks. They didn’t speak to me or include me in their dialog. They referenced me, pointed out the way my breasts were beginning to sag, the way my nipples hardened and pointed out proudly, the way my inner lips of my pussy separated and that even my hole was visible. Relative to the things I have done with a****ls it might have seemed tame, but it was very erotic and thrilling to be considered purely as an object to be evaluated and appraised.

When my drink was finished, they told me to refresh their drinks, but not mine. When I resumed my position, I was told to masturbate to an orgasm. This was new and thrilling. I have been mated by various a****ls before someone else; I have been fucked by men in front of others; but, this was something else entirely and I found it thrilling to be used as such an object for viewing and exhibitionism. It didn’t take me long to achieve the requested orgasm and I was fortunate that I had slumped so low into the chair that my pussy was over the edge of the seat, my knees pulled up to my breast, or my drooling pussy would have made a stain on the chair’s upholstery.

After that, they brought the dog into the room and continued to sit on the couch, this time after removing their clothes. While I was mated with the dog, they stroked each other, not intending to achieve climax, which they wanted to wait until we were all in bed together. After the dog was through with me, I retreated to the guest bathroom to try to stem the flow of dog cum from my pussy.

In bed, I again played the more passive role of adding stimulation to them as they fucked. They moved through several positions, but through it all, I added stimulation with my hands, fingers, mouth, and tongue. I massaged his balls and scrotum, stroked her clit, fondled her breasts and pinched and twisted her nipples. When they were through, they pulled me between them, dr****g arms and legs over my body, their hands wandering over my body, which had the frustrating effect of raising my level of stimulation without achieving any potential for release. After the 2 of them fell asleep, each partially on top of me, I debated with myself if there was a way that I could bring myself off without waking them. I considered it long and hard and exasperatingly gave up on the idea, falling asleep instead with the bodily needs of a final climax.

My newly developed custom of waking with first light to have breakfast ready for Albert, had me awake before the Bob and Carol. The dream I awoke from was of being wonderfully stimulated with fingers on, and in, my pussy. When I woke, however, I discovered not a dream providing thoughts of stimulation, but my own fingers grinding into my pussy. I was no longer covered by limbs, but the touch of their bodies and the steady, soft breathing, told me they were both still next to me and asleep. I decided, again, to leave my needed release until later in order to prepare a breakfast for them.

I re-entered the bedroom and pulled the top sheet covering from their bodies. I crawled between them, my mouth kissing his cock while my fingers lightly played over her pussy lips. They shared several moments of sighs before opening their eyes to finding me causing their sensations.

“Come on, you sleepy-heads. Breakfast is waiting.” I turned and left the bedroom, my naked ass swinging with a little more attention-grabbing effort.

They joined me for breakfast naked. After, Carol and I decided to treat Bob to some attention, the 2 of us using our mouths to lick and suck his hard cock and balls. He was kneeling on the floor and Carol and I took turns with our mouths on his cock or at his balls, occasionally moving up to his mouth to kiss him. I was holding his balls, massaging one as I sucked on the other and I could feel a change in them. Carol indicated it was time to switch, again, but I insisted she continue for just a while longer. She was rewarded with cum not a moment later. While she sucked the cum out of his cock, I sat back and watched. When she sat back, herself, I noticed a little cum at the corner of her mouth. I kissed her and used my tongue to move the wayward drop into her mouth. She giggled when she realized what I had done.

Carol and I were in the pool and naked. It was not so much for any exercise, but I sensed she wanted to talk about something. The weekend was winding down. Bob had apparently come to the end of his cumming and was sleeping in a lounge chair nearby. Blackie was lying on the grass, but still alert to what we were doing. I felt he was hoping for another mounting before I left.

We were slowly moving from one end to the other and finally settled at the end furthest from Bob. Our arms were on the edge of the pool, suspending us in the deeper water. Carol turned to me, “Can I ask you something? Woman to woman?”

“Of course.” She was relating to me as a friend and I was glad because I felt very at ease and comfortable with them, too.

“You seem so comfortable when you are doing it with Blackie. You do it with your dog, too, right?” I nodded. “Sometimes or … a lot?”

I chuckled, “A lot. Well, probably every day, at least. Is that a lot?”

She nodded back. But, there was more to follow. “Do you ever feel guilty? Or, ashamed for doing it with a dog?”

“No … never. I guess, if you are going to have guilty feelings about doing something, I do not think you should do it. Me … I find b********y an exciting addition to the sexual experience. It was, actually, how I met Albert. But, that wasn’t a dog, it was a goat … a ram. That was an interesting experience, too, but I am getting off the point. I enjoy fucking with a****ls and Albert enjoys seeing me enjoying it. He and I have wonderful sexual experiences, but he understands that I desire new, different, or more intense sexual experiences sometimes. That is why we look for opportunities like this weekend with you.” I looked at her, “I do not know if that makes any sense or not.”

She thought about it for a moment, “Yeah, I understand. We’re not quite there … at least, not yet.” She smiled. “Right now, I think we are experimenting, investigating what might be good for us.” She was quiet for another moment, looking at me from the corner of her eye. “What I can’t get out of my head, though, is Blackie.”

I moved closer to her and ran my hand up her back, down and between her legs, stroking a finger along her pussy and inside. As my finger went inside, I leaned into her, “Then try it. It sounds like you are going to wonder about it until you actually try. I think you are going to like it if you do. Remember, you like the taste of his cum …”

She looked at me for a moment, then smiled with a giggle as we climbed out of the pool. I called Blackie as we headed for the section of grass. Carol stopped and looked at Bob, “Maybe I should wake Bob …”

I laughed, “Don’t worry, he will wake up soon enough.” She smiled in anticipation.

I got her to play with Blackie’s belly and around his sheath while I stroked his head and neck. Soon there was the red tip showing and I encouraged her to use her tongue to lick it. Without instruction from me, but being the sexual woman she was, she soon took the exposed cock between her lips and into her mouth. She was tasting pre-cum and the sounds indicated she was enjoying the taste as much as she seemed to yesterday.

I told her to assume the position when she felt there was enough exposed cock to easily penetrate her. She popped right up and was on her hands and knees. I pushed her so her ass was pointing at Blackie. Now it was his turn. He sniffed her with his wet nose pressing against her pussy. She gasped and moaned. It was then that I saw movement from the pool area. I looked up and waved Bob over to us. He knelt down but didn’t try to intrude on Carol’s experience.

I patted her lower back and Blackie jumped up onto her, his front legs going around her waist and pulling himself against her. He thrust several times without penetration.

“Carol, use your hand and help him slide into you.”

She did after a moment of hesitation, trying to decipher what I was saying. She did, though, and she cried out as he apparently penetrated her deep. I sat back as Blackie took over, thrusting into her like an out-of-control fucking machine. This was the first time I had witnessed a dog fucking a woman when I was not the woman. It was a wonderful thing to behold and I understood visually why it feels so good.

She started to panic, asking what was happening back there, and I knew it had to be the knot. I raised Blackie’s tail and looked.

“It is the knot, Carol. You will love it once it is inside you. Press back against him.”

I encouraged her through taking the knot and smiled when she cried out. I put a reassuring hand on Bob as he reacted with concern. Then, her cry turned into long, low moans and grunts as the knot and cock continued to fuck her.

“Oh … oh, oh … oh god! It’s getting bigger … longer and bigger … oh, ohhhhhhhh.” Her head sank to the ground as she panted like a dog herself. Then her head popped back up and her arms went stiff. “I’m … I’mmmmm … I’m cummmm … mmminnngggggg!”

I saw her legs and arms quiver, struggling to hold herself up. Her mouth was gaping open with intermittent sounds escaping from it. Finally, she dropped back to the ground and it was quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing, some of it coming from Bob.

* * CHAPTER 11: THE DONKEY will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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