Baptism

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StillMikal
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I turned the car into the pub car park. The gravel crunching under the wheels. I look over to you and saw you staring ahead. Your eyes wide with nerves but biting your lower lip. You are breathing faster than normal which made your breasts even more appealing as your chest rose and fell. I park the car. I twist to look at you fully. You are fumbling with the seat belt release. I place my hand over yours.

“Relax” I say, smiling at you. “You can still change you mind after we meet him.”

You take a deep breath, nodding. Mute but with a look of reassurance in your eyes. Understanding there was still a chance to not cross this Rubicon. You steady and undo your seat belt.

“Stay still. I will open the door.”

I go around and open the door, admiring the way you have dressed for the occasion. Content in your trust. I open the door and offer my hand to you. You accept my hand and I pull you out up against me. I feel your warmth, the press of your breasts against me. Your smell seeming even more exquisite because of what we are about to do.

“Come. Let’s go find him.”

I take your hand and lead the way into the pub. It is not too crowded. There is an archway to the rear seats. People look up and look more at you. You have an air of expectancy which they pick up on as they admire your beauty. I smile, thinking if only they knew. I see him sitting at a corner table. I spot the tip of a tail sticking out from under the table. I usher you to sit between him and me.

“Here she is,” I say with pride. Understanding the path it has taken for you to reach this point.

He looks at look. Gives you a once over, casual to the point of indifference.

“Not bad I suppose. I’ve seen worse,” he says.

I see you blush. Humiliation at his view of you or realising things were starting to happen. Then I wonder if the rascal under the table has been cheeky and given you a sniff or lick. I look down and see where he is. I start talking to clarify and confirm what we’re going to be doing. Making sure we won’t be found where we’re going. He confirms we will be outside all the time to meet with your wishes for this special first time. I notice you staring at the dog. You seem almost mesmerised. Your legs have parted and I realise you’ve moved forward slightly on the seat.

“I think he likes you,” says the owner and he leans in toward you, “and in case you’re wondering, yes he knows what you are here for.”

I continue talking with the owner about how the breeding will take place and what precautions he has. It’s clear to me you are not listening to what we’re saying. You seem entranced by the dog looking at you. Have you noticed the hint of pink sticking out from his sheath? I wonder. He finishes his drink and stands up. He heads toward the exit with the dog close at his heels. I hope he’s as big as he looks, I think to myself. She did say she wants a good filling. The dog’s tail is wagging merrily, tongue hanging from the side of his mouth. He has a strong body with long sounds legs. She’s going to be well covered tonight, I think to myself.  The owner opens his car and the dog jumps in quickly. Just before the owner shuts the door, the dog looks at you longingly.

“It’s ten minutes from here. Just follow me.”

We get back to my car. As I prepare to start the engine I look at you and see you looking at me. Scared but willing to go on. The pulse at your neck noticeable in your nerves. Your eyes are round and fearful, like a rabbit trapped in the headlights of a car. I pause. Knowing you need reassurance but also the control you have grown to desire from me. You look so sexy I just want to pull you into the back of the car.

“Well, this is what you want. Isn’t it?”

You swallow. I see a slight shift of indecision in your eyes. “Yes,” you reply.

I smile at you, full of love and admiration.  The trust you display in my taking you with a stranger to do something which was a hot fantasy to become reality.

“Then this is what you’re going to get”.

I follow his car out onto the road. Unable to look at you as I follow it down an unfamiliar road. By the time we pull in and park up the owner is already out with his dog. The dog is pulling anxiously on his lead toward a path.

The owner smiles at you. “He knows exactly where we’re going.”

I see you gather yourself, your knees had almost given way. As we get to the path he lets the dog off his lead to let him run ahead. We walk for a while and come to a small secluded glade. It’s very private and nothing overlooks it. Not even the cars are visible even though the walk wasn’t too far. We stop in the middle of the glade. You stand there nervous but becoming excited. A flush on your cheeks. The dog is running around the glade now. Looking at you and the owner every so often. I move close behind you. Excited at how close we are to doing the thing we have talked about so much. I envelop you in my arms. My hands reaching to the top button of your top.

“I think we need to get this off,” I murmur in your ear as I start undoing the buttons with the owner watching us.

Your top is soon off and I unclipped your bra. I push it down and off your arms. Your tits are exposed to a total stranger. He stares at your tits as I see your hands move as it to cover yourself up then drop back to your sides. I smile knowing why and what you now understand. Your shoulders pull back and I know you are showing off to him. I can’t see them but I bet your nipples are like rocks. I watch your skin goose pimple from the cool air. I can see the owner is now much more interested in you and staring at your tits. Yes, those nipples must really be standing proud. I reach into my pocket for the small jar of peanut butter. It must be spread sparing so as not to give the dog a bad stomach according to the owner. The lid pops, making you shudder slightly, as air enters the jar for the first time.

I scoop some onto my fingers and start rubbing the butter into your tits, leaving nowhere untouched. I pay special attention to your nipples knowing how much you like them licked.

Once I’m done, I push first one finger into your mouth for you to suck it clean and then the other. I enjoy the play of your tongue on my fingers. After they’re sucked clean I speak to the owner. My voice seeming very loud in your ear.

“As I said to you in the pub, she’ll be much more relaxed and turned on when he’s given her tits the sort of licking they’ve never had before.”

The owner smiles and chuckles to himself. “Better get her stripped. I’ll call him over.”

I come round to face you. You look miles away. You are stiff with nerves. I undo your skirt and pull it away. You look stunning in your knickers, stocking and shoes. I can see your nipples sticking out so much I’m tempted to help myself. I kneel before you and pull down your knickers. The gusset is soaked. You smell fantastic. I feel envy of the dog. I continue undressing you. I take off your shoes and slowly peel down each hold up leaving you naked as the day you were born but far more beautiful. I stand up and step to one side so the owner can get a good look at you.

“Just do what I tell you and he’ll be as good as gold,” says the owner to you.

I see you nod in understanding.

“Now sit down on the grass,” he tells you. You pause but slowly sit between us. The owner looks at me.  “Right. Let’s have our fun.”

“Here boy!” the owner says firmly to the dog.

He turns in quickly and runs toward you. I watch him run over to you from behind your right side. He is panting excitedly with his tail wagging. I notice you don’t turn to look and smile. It’s clear you are nervous but excited at what is coming closer to fruition. Your nipples are standing out proud, your tummy quivering slightly. You look beautiful sitting there. Back straight, tits out, arms by your side, lips parted and your legs straight out with your bum on the grass. Even without the thin smearing of peanut butter all over your tits you look good enough to eat.

He pauses just before he reaches you. He is sniffing the air. Then he moves up to your right side your legs foiling him from getting in front of you. He sniffs your tit closely, inhaling the smell of the peanut butter on you. Suddenly he laps your tit, right across your nipple making you twitch slightly and shiver. You make to cover yourself automatically.

The owner steps quickly behind you and grabs your wrists. He pulls them to the small of your back which makes your chest stick out more. You don’t struggle. Clearly accepting the control he is exerting to let his dog enjoy your tits. The dog is licking all over your tits, no inch spared from his hungry attention. Your tits look as though they’re hardening too. You start to moan and you start to redden from the pleasure of his attention. Your chest, neck and face are pinking. Your eyes are closed. Your face relaxed in the bliss you’re experiencing. The owner laughs. Seeing how well you are responding.

She’s enjoying it now,” says the owner and lets go of your wrists to come round to enjoy the view.

Now you put your hands down on the ground behind you. Fingers clenching at the grass as you continue to enjoy the dogs attention.

“Enjoying it, slut?” The owner asks.

“Yes, sir,” you answer without hesitation.

Your chest is bowed out making your tits stand even more proud with your nipples reddening from the rough licking. Your going from deep ping to a stronger red. It’s clear to both of us you must be close to the edge. Your legs have relaxed and parted slightly. Hips pumping the ground. Once it is clear the dog has cleaned your tits the owner takes the dog by the collar and pulls him away.

“That was a nice appetiser for him,” he says with appreciation, “Now let’s give him the main course.”

I am excited, pleased and proud of how well you’re taking to this. Your pleasure so evident.

The owner turns to me and says, “I want her to suck him.”

I’m shocked. We had gone over this in the pub. Reiterating this was a hard limit which was not to be pushed.

“No, she said she doesn’t want to and we stick with that,” I reply.

I’m feeling very uncomfortable about this. We might have to abandon the start of something really good.

“Why not?” the owner asks. “I’ll pay you money,” he says turning to look at you. “You want to please you master and me, don’t you?”

I’m not liking this pressure, but relax with your reply. “Yes, I do but I can’t. I’d like to but I just know that if I did I’d make myself sick.”

“It’s not all about you, girl,” says the owner.

That’s it. Time to make it crystal clear things are not going down this route.

“Oh, yes, it is,” I say firmly.

The owner thinks for a moment. Clearly toying with his options at this point.  “Okay, get her ready.”

He keeps hold of the dog as I move to you. I stand in front of you. I look down and see the heat in your eyes. The need to be fucked. I reach down with my hands and you take hold of them. I pull you up to your feet then down to your knees and finally your hands. You spread your legs wide and drop your head low to the ground. Your shoulders low making your tits feel the grass. Your back is almost a perfect arch to let the dog land on you easily. The owner lets out a low whistle of appreciation. Liking what he sees. The owner walks over to me and says “Yes, as I said. Not too bad.” He laughs and takes your wet knickers from my hand. The owner puts your knickers over the dog’s mouth and holds them there. Straight away the dog begins to whimper with excitement. Pink cock clearly sticking out of his sheath.

“He loves that smell,” says the owner. “Makes him horny as fuck.” Then he puts your knickers in his pocket. “Right then” he says. “Act two.”

The owner approaches you, taking your knickers out of his pocket. He takes you by your hair pulling your head up quickly making you gasp in shock. As you gasp he pushes your knickers into your mouth.

“I don’t want to risk her making too much noise,” says the owner.

The owner lets go of your hair and your head sinks down to the ground as the dog comes up behind you. He is sniffing deeply, smelling you. The dog whimpers with excitement, tail wagging furiously. Then I see his nose touch on your thigh, making you twitch. He sniffs up to your cunt and ass, nose pushing against your skin. I see his tongue snake out and start to lick you. You hunch your hips forward at the shock of his tongue licking you there. You relax and let your hips drop back to where they were.

Cautiously at first then more enthusiastically he licks. I can see him lapping up your juices. My mind is buzzing with excitement. My excitement more than matched by yours. I can see you start to hump subconsciously and it makes your tits sway with your nipples being caressed by the grass. The tip of his cock shows pink as it protrudes from its sheath. I see you star humping madly. I can see your face is red along with your neck. Your neck is almost corded and I realise you’re going to cum. Your head turns round toward me as you scream into your knickers as you cum from his attentions for the first time. You are shaking uncontrollably. Your cunt gaping with the need to be filled. I wish I was underneath you to watch your face and hold your breasts.

The owner pulls him away from you as he looks to me, and says, “He needs to fuck now.”

The owner encourages his dog to jump up to mount you by giving your bum a quick slap and saying, “UP,” to the dog.

Although your arms are down on the ground and your shoulders low, the landing of the dog on your bag pushes you lower. Your vulnerable open cunt about to receive what you have been dreaming about for weeks. As he humps some more of his cock emerges as he tries to finding your hot wet opening. You are moaning at the stabs missing your cunt and hitting your thighs. It looks at one point as though you were going to reach down to guide him in but still yourself waiting to be bred. Suddenly he hits the mark but slips out. I almost groan in frustration. So keen am I to see you bred by this beast which has mounted you.

At last his penetrates properly. Your head jerks up then drops to the ground in surrender. As he pounds you I see his cock grown and thicken with his knot forming. You are now his. Owned for his need to breed. His pre cum is leaking out of you. Dripping to the ground. His knot is now quite swollen and it is hitting your labia hard. Each stroke parting your labia more. Stretching you to letting him all the way in. Suddenly he pops in. I can just see how much he has spread you to push in. It’s almost as big as my fist.

He slows down and rests on your back. I know he is filling you with his seed. I wonder what you’re thinking and feeling. Occasionally I see your body shudder and wonder if you’re cumming again. After about ten minutes he starts trying to dismount. Clearly he is too big and your body isn’t up to opening that much to let him out. The owner holds him in place about three or four minutes before letting him pull away. As the owner takes his dog back to the car I look at your red swollen cunt. Still wide open and dribbling his spunk onto the ground.

You don’t make any attempt to move. Your body is covered in sweat with some of his hair sticking on your back, bum and crotch. The owner says as he returns with a towel “I think he enjoyed that. I can tell when he’s really into the cunt he’s fucking.”

He throws towel down in front of you. “Wipe yourself down.”

You raised yourself up. Your eyes still glazed from the pleasure of what has just happened. You are still on your knees which are still spread open as you squat back to dry yourself. I step forward to help you. Removing your knickers from your mouth. As you rub yourself down and try to dry up the continuing flow of spunk I give you a light hug and peck on the lips. You look at the owners crotch as he steps forward so it is almost in your face. His cock is still sticking out hard bouncing slightly to the pulse of his blood.

“Who is your master now?” he asks you.

Clearly he is taken aback as you look to his car, pointing, and replies, “He is.”

At last you come together and start dressing yourself. It seems a shame to cover up such a beautiful well used body. You don’t look at us. Your head down as your fix your skirt and button your top. You step over to me and look at me. I see the joy of what you have just experienced but also a nervous fear of rejection. Your face is glowing from the thorough fuck you have enjoyed.

I smile at you and take your hand. I lead you back to the car. Moving at your pace. I notice your arms and knees have soil and grass stains so take you to the back of the car first. I open the boot and take out a towel for the car seat then I take out some wipes and clean your hands and arms. I kneel in front of you to pull down your stockings and wipe your knees clean. As I pull your sticking back up I can feel the wetness of his spunk on your thighs.

“You were beautiful,” I say. “I’m so proud of you and always will be.”

You blush as you look at me. Searching and finding the truth in my words. “Thank-you,” you say quietly.

We hug and you arrange the towel before sitting in the car. I take us back to the pub as we’d agreed earlier with the owner. This time the dog stays in his car. Amazingly we end up in the same seats as before. I follow you in and wonder what you are thinking and feeling. Walking past the people who were there earlier but now fresh fucked by a dog. We sit down and I talked about a few things with the owner. I keep glancing at you but you’re not with us. Your mind is clearly still away recalling what you have just enjoyed so much. Finally, the owner stands up. You start out of your trance like state grabbing him by his arm. He leans over toward you and you look directly into his eyes.

“He can fuck me any time he wants,” you say. “I want to be his bitch again. I want to be his cunt.”

I revel in what you say.

The owner smiles as he answers, “Oh, I know that, darling. You’re addicted to big dog’s cock now, just like all his other bitches.” He leans in closer so your faces are almost touching. “You’re a dirty, fucking dog cock loving, whore.”

He pulls back and smiles broadly at you then turns, walking out of the pub with a determined stride.

The End?

 

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