Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 2

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Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 1

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Part 11
Part 12
Part 13
Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18
Part 19
Part 20
Part 21
Part 22
Part 23

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Part 11

 

Duke kept pumping his seed into like he was an eternal jackhammer. My pussy was getting so sore, but all I wanted was more, more, more. He spilled every last drop of his cum inside me and turned while still knotted. He’d pull every once in a while to see if he could pop out, and every time he moved sent another wave of ecstasy through me. After about 15 minutes of being knotted w/ Duke, he pulled one good hard time and popped out of me. Two or three quarts of dog and horse semen spilled out on the barn floor. I was relieved that it was over, but there was something in the back of my head just nagging me. I couldn’t figure out what I wanted, but I know I wanted more.

“Get up. You still have at least one more animal to visit, maybe more if you’re good.” Cherry smirked. She and Taylor led me to the cattle barn. I felt the cum slosh around in my womb, and it felt heavy but good. It took all my strength to keep what I could in me. Cherry wanted it all in that bucket, but I wanted to keep some for myself. I liked the way it made my otherwise flat tummy bulge. Cherry took me straight to a bull standing at the back of his stall.

“This is Mudbug’s bull, Maggie. You’re going to convince this bull that women are great to mate with, and that Mudbug is also great to mate with,” Cherry said forcefully. “You’re going to do what it takes to get this bull calm enough to mate with women. Dogs, horses, and pigs are not all what I want to share here. Cows must be on the menu too. Oh, and his name is Outlaw. Go do your magic.”

I just about fainted. I remember Mudbug telling me about her bull, and how she loved to mate with him, but she didn’t tell me how big he is. This bull – Outlaw – weighed at least a ton, had horns about three feet wide from tip to tip – thankfully those tips were filed down so they wouldn’t skewer me – and a huge red raging hard on. Cherry led me to a special box where my pussy could be up to the same height as a heifer’s. She didn’t want me getting hurt, and for that I was grateful. I walked back to him, looking at his eyes, wondering what he was thinking. I didn’t want to initiate the conversation. I wanted to let him speak first. He spoke very gruffly, much as I had expected of him.

“What do you want, human-bestial whore? I don’t want to have anything to do with you,” and he turned his back to me.

“Outlaw, I’ve talked to Mudbug, and gotten things right with Cherry so Mudbug’s not used so much with the men. They’ve cleaned Mudbug and she’s ready for your use. Isn’t that good news?” I smiled at him. Cherry caught the smile and grilled me.

“What are you telling him, Maggie? Why can’t you get on with the show? You’re not done yet.” Cherry sounded very put-out, but I tried my best to calm her.

“Cherry, Outlaw says he wants nothing to do with me. He called me a human-bestial whore. He’s very smart, and there’s no way around a smart animal other than to get to the root of his problem with people. Let me talk to him. If you want to use him for women, he has to be able to understand why. We cannot make him do something that he does not want to do. That would be cruel.”

Cherry softened at that. She knew that the care of her animals was first and foremost and that sex could come later. I was relieved that I’d not have to get screwed by him – yet. I did hunger for Outlaw, but I wanted him to hunger for me too. I wanted him to hunger for women.

Cherry and Taylor gathered up the cum-filled bucket, my dirty and cum-stained clothes, and headed up to the ranch house. Several minutes later they came back with a clean shirt and pants, but no underwear. *shrug* Didn’t matter anyway, I don’t like to wear underwear. Au natural is good enough for me.

But I digress.

I knew Outlaw heard the exchange between Cherry and I, and kept his thoughts away from me while they were gone getting clothes for me. As soon as they left, though, he faced me, but didn’t come close.

“So, you’re the ‘Maggie’ that all the animals have been raving about; the one that can hear our thoughts. Do you hear all the animals at the same time?”

“No, Outlaw, I don’t, thankfully. Because I’m sure if I did, then I’d go crazy trying to sort them all out. Nah, what usually happens is I hear the animal closest to me. May I groom you as we talk? I’ve groomed horses all my life practically, so I know what I’m doing, and it will calm me down after all I’ve been through today.”

“I suppose so. But be gentle. We cows are not like some horses who like to be brushed hard.”

“I’ll be sweet, Outlaw.” I took one of the brushes that was in a groomer’s bag hanging outside Outlaw’s stall. It’s then that I noticed that every animal has his or her own grooming supplies, and remember seeing the same thing in the horse barn. What a great place this was to know that the animals were so well cared for, that they didn’t want things spreading to other animals through the brushes and such.

Again, I digress.

I took the soft brush and gently but firmly brushed his neck and shoulders. “So why do you distrust me so much, Outlaw. I’ve not met you until just now. You really shouldn’t judge people – and I mean people – upon first looking at them. Have I done something to offend you?”

He audibly sighed, “Maggie, I’ve been here for a while now, and I’ve seen a lot of things happen. I’m sure you know what kind of things I mean. Cherry makes sure that the people who use us for their pleasure take care of us, and they do. But when a human is mating with my Mudbug and leaving his scent behind, I just don’t want to have anything to do with her. I love her with all my heart – if a bull can love – but I don’t want to have to smell human seed on my heifer.” He snorted and turned around on me.

“Okay, Outlaw. I can understand that. But that has nothing to do with me, though. Why did you call me a human-bestial whore? Yesterday was the first day I’d ever even tried dog and horse love. I would hardly call that whorish,” I slowly walked up to him offering him the scent of the brush. I wanted him to let me touch him again. I wanted to boost his confidence in me.

“Maggie, you acted like a whore today, though. You let High inside, and Duke, and now you’re supposed to let me do you too. Don’t you consider that to be whorish?”

I chuckled. I could see his point, though how to explain to a cow that when you’re forced to do something it isn’t necessarily being whorish.

“Okay, so I’m a human-bestial whore. What does it matter?” I switched on a whorish tone and lurid body motions. “You’ve not had Mudbug for quite some time now, am I right? I’m sure you have loads of seed to be released. I understand about you not liking Mudbug’s smell after sex with a man. See if you like a woman’s scent after sex with a horse and dog.” I propped my left foot up on the slat in the railing, and massaged the juices just dripping now from my cunt. My clit was still sensitive from Duke, and my pussy was throbbing. It wanted and needed to be penetrated again. Outlaw eased his nose up to my sex and snorted a bit. The air from his nostrils blew across my pussy, and cooled the warm fluid. It sent a chill up my back and a little more of my own love juice leaked onto my inner thigh. He smelled it and licked it. (Now, remember, cows have VERY long tongues, so as he was dragging his tongue up my thigh, his tongue parted my well-worn pussy lips and grazed across my clit.) I gasped as it grazed my clit and groaned.

“I like what I smell; and I like what I taste. I’ll take you now if you let me lick your – what’s it called – your pussy? Is that right?” I nodded, unable to speak because I was going to get me some bull! “You humans and your names. Of course, we’ve heard them for so long that we use them now too. It used to not be that way.” Outlaw’s eyes got far away. Kind of like we do when we’re daydreaming.

“Outlaw, come with me.” I led him to the box that Cherry led me to earlier. “Outlaw? I’m going to lay on the box, and you’re going to lick me like you did in the stall. Then I’ll let you mount me, all right?”

“Fine, Maggie.”

I walked him through how to please me; I pleased him the same way I pleased High the day before – with a handjob. But I didn’t let him cum yet. I laid face down on the box allowing enough room on both sides of me for Outlaw to mount me and not hurt me. I coaxed him to come over to me and mount me.

He found his mark on the first try. His long, slippery, red dick thrust hard in and out of my well-worn pussy. As I was concentrating on his dick inside me, it started to so something that I didn’t know would happen. (You’d think that a vet’s assistant who studied just about everything there is for med-school, nothing would surprise me.) It started to twist and turn inside me. He humped hard and fast and after coming, his prick curled up like a curly fry. It hurt when he pulled it out of me, but the sensation it left behind was to die for. He only lasted about three, maybe four minutes, but those were 3-4 minutes of heaven to me. As he dismounted, I closed up my honey hole so nothing would spill out. Outlaw huffed when his front feet dropped to the floor, and placed his head upon my back. Something I took as affection. Still hanging on to his cum inside me, I stood up, and turned around. I talked to him through my gift, because I had a sneaky suspicion that Cherry and Taylor were watching – either by hiding or by camera. I didn’t want them in on our precious moment after.

“Outlaw, that was awesome. And your prick-twist at the end. That happens all the time?”

“Oh, yes, Maggie. That’s what Mudbug liked about me the most. When we screwed, she really got screwed. She loved it, much like you just did.”

“Outlaw, if you can put aside your dislike for humans, you can please a whole lotta women out there. You don’t have to be gentle. I’ll tell Cherry that she’ll just have to send you the wild women like me. The ones who like it rough and fast, but oh, so good. Do you want me to tell her that you’ll be a human-breeding bull?”

“Yes, Maggie. I want to have other women like you. You’re pussy was so hot and tight. Mudbug’s isn’t like that.”

“I don’t like being compared to a cow, Outlaw,” I chuckled. He knew I was teasing. “But more importantly, don’t neglect Mudbug. She needs you more than you know. Don’t let a scent distract you. The stable hands will clean her up after she’s pleased by a man, and you shouldn’t have to worry about that. You please her more than you please women, okay?”

“You’re right, Maggie. Tell Cherry that I’ll mate with the rough women, or women who want a first with a rough bull. Tell her I’ll be careful to not hurt them on the mount and dismount.”

“Will do. Thank you, Outlaw. Thank you for a wonderful fucking ride,” I giggled as I put him back in his stall, locked it, and turned to get my clothes.

I didn’t see my clothes anywhere.

*****

Part 12

… Where could my clothes have gone? I remembered seeing Cherry and Taylor bring them down from the ranch house before I even got in the stall w/ Outlaw. Looks as if Duke went off w/ them, or someone else came by while I was in the stall getting my brains fucked out by a bull. It didn’t matter anyway; I liked being nude, and I had a nice body to show off.

It was a beautiful early evening. The sun was just setting, and it was almost feeding time for the animals. I knew someone would be coming in soon so I just went around visiting some of the animals I hadn’t met yet. The sheep were friendly enough, but though I tried, I couldn’t catch anything they were thinking. I think sheep are scatter-brained anyway, so that might have been why. I strolled on down the aisle, out of the cattle barn, and into the pig barn. I thought I’d really have to watch where I was going because I was barefoot. Surprisingly enough though, the aisle of the pig barn is tidy enough to walk around barefoot. It has its own distinct smell, but it’s not a dirty smell as some would think a pig barn would have.

I was comfortable in my own skin, as it were, but the sun was going down quickly and I was getting chilled. I crossed my arms to rub my own shoulders and heard a snicker from one of the pigs’ stalls.

“You really shouldn’t be covering up your greatest feature.”

“Who’s there?” I asked, caught unaware. I instinctively covered my bare breasts and wished the rest of me could be covered too.

“I’m just an admirer. I won’t hurt you. I loved the way you got the bull to notice you today. He’s been quite horny lately, but unwilling to do anything about it with Mudbug. I think you got him to see the need for human women. I have a need for human women too.” The male voice added slyly.

I thought for a second, and noticed that since I could audibly hear the voice, it was coming from a person and not an animal. Then I realized that he’d been watching me with the bull; probably all afternoon. I didn’t want to have to run for help. I didn’t know my way around the place that well. I shivered again.

“If you want, I could get you something to cover up with.”

“I want my clothes that Cherry brought out to me earlier. Did you have anything to do with their disappearance?” I haughtily asked.

No reply, which I took as a yes. I walked out of the pig barn as quickly as I could. That guy was freaking me out. I went back to the cow barn, and lo and behold, I saw on the crate next to Outlaw’s stall my clothes. Curious but cautious, I swiftly walked to his stall and slipped them on my chilled body. My pert nipples showed through the thin silky blouse.

“Silk? Who wears silk at a barn?”

“I think Cherry does. In fact, that’s one of her favorite blouses. She must like you if she let you wear a favorite blouse of hers.”

I turned to see Duke leading Cherry and Taylor into the cow barn. I turned a little red at the intrusion of thought, but was thankful that Duke gave me that information. I scratched behind his ears lovingly as a thank you to him.

“Thank you, Cherry, for letting me use your favorite blouse.” And I smiled down at Duke knowingly. He lifted his chin and panted a smile. Cherry giggled and patted Duke on the back.

“He’s always been a tattle-tale. Now I have proof that he’s been telling on me.” She smiled at me and Taylor. “How was your experience with Outlaw? Does he ‘take’ to women now?” She leaned over his stall to pat him on the head. He nosed her hand as an acknowledgement that he was indeed liking women.

“I think you have your answer. But I don’t know what it was that I did other than just offering myself to him. Just what any heifer would do.”

“I know what happened,” interrupted The Voice.

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Part 13

I turned to see the stablehand Fred walking up to us with a wide grin on his face. I hadn’t been able to get a good look at him yesterday when all this started, but I now noticed that he was about 5’9” with jet black hair. His eyes were a sky blue set in very tanned skin. He had a mischievous look about him, but didn’t look like trouble. I felt that all-too-familiar tingle in the pit of my stomach. You know the one. It’s the one that you get when you see someone you like and the butterflies come up and dance around. He got my juices flowing and my nipples hard. My thought swirled around entangling my legs around his strong waist and plunging my pussy on his hard rock. I brazenly looked down at the front of his pants only to see a bulge in his pants the size of a baseball bat. It was growing too, in girth and in length. The crotch of my pants was getting wetter by the second.

Duke came up to me and stuck his snout right in my crotch. Of course, being the type of farm this was, no one stopped him. He licked my crotch to taste my sweetness. Cherry and Taylor only smiled. After a minute or so of the intrusion, Duke backed off and sat down. He proceeded to lick his erection since no one else was going to do anything about it.

“You said that you have some information for us, Fred. About Outlaw?” Cherry finally spoke up after several minutes of my own awkward silence.

Fred smiled and gave me a wink. “I’ll tell it just like I saw it,” he said in a perfect Southern drawl. “Did he know I love Southern men? Oh, he’s hot…”

“I heard you tell her, Cherry, to get in there and get ole Outlaw to trust the women-folk, but I didn’t think she could do it. I knowed she, um, did ole High and Duke, and even sucked a little on Sassy’s pussy, but I didn’t think that she coulda got ole Outlaw on top of her.”

Hearing Fred be so damn straightforward about what I’d done made me feel like a bestial-whore – just what Outlaw had called me. I suddenly felt dirty and wrong; as if I’d taken advantage of the poor animals and misguided them into fucking me instead of them begging me to take care of their “needs.”

Fred continued, “But when I seen the kindness in her eyes and not animal lust, I knowed that Maggie was differnt. She talked to ole Outlaw differnt too. Yeah, I heard her talk to him like she was a slut, but I think that’s when he called her one ‘cause she answered him sumthin’ like, ‘Yeah, I’m a beastie-whore, what’s it matter?’ an’ propped her leg up on the side o’ the stall and let ole Outlaw lick her out.”

I started to see “ole Fred” get hung a little bit more as he’s telling his “side” of the story. He kept his eyes on Cherry throughout, but when he paused here, he took a sideways glance and caught my eyes looking at his jeans growing. He shifted a little under my bold gaze, but continued.

“Then I saw her leadin’ him gently to the fuckin’ box that you set up, Cherry, an’ she coaxed him to get on top of ‘er. He thrust his big ole meaty, twisty-pole in her drippin’, uh, hole and ‘bout caused her to pass out!”

“How sweet of him to pause and think of a ‘not-so-nasty’ word for my pussy! I’m really starting to like this man!”

Fred was persistent in getting me more horny with his unwitting tale of how I got Outlaw to trust and mount me. “Oh yeah! I fergot that she gave him a handjob before she let ‘im mount her. She didn’t let ‘im cum, though, which is a bummer for me.” He looked at me, “I like to see the girls covered in animal cum. Kinda makes me wish it were me cummin’ on ‘em all instead o’ the animals.”

“Fred,” Cherry interrupted. “It makes me horny too, but I need to know something. Did she promise Outlaw anything that we cannot do?” she asked with hands on her hips.

“Uh, lemme think on that one, Cherry.” He said while scratching his chin. I knew he wasn’t really thinking about promises I’d made Outlaw because his eyes were straight on Cherry’s cunt. That tart was getting wet from Fred’s tale too. So was Taylor! I glanced back and forth between the two and wondered why I couldn’t read human’s minds as well. I decided I was going to have to take some action before either one of them got Fred before I did.

I stepped up to Fred and in my sexiest voice mewed, “Fred, let’s show them what happened instead of just telling them. You know you’ve been wanting me since I first walked in this barn yesterday. You probably saw me fuck Duke yesterday in the glen, didn’t you?” I rubbed my hands all over his strong chest and allowed them to roam over his taut jeans. “You saw me take Outlaw’s cock out of his sheath,” Zzzip went Fred’s zipper, “And stroke that cock up and down its length.” Out came Fred’s cock and I stroked it gently; then raked my nails over the length from base to tip and back again. “You saw me take Outlaw’s big, fat, red bull-cock,” down I went still looking in Fred’s sky-blue eyes, “and suck it as far down my throat as I could take it.” And down went Fred’s cock in my throat. I was a good deep-throater, but I struggled taking all of Fred’s 10 inch long, 4, maybe 5 inch diameter prick.

I came.

I literally humped the air through my wickedly-spread legs allowing the cool night air to lick up the dripping juices from my cunt and I came. I moaned into Fred’s f_urry mound which made him shoot his load. Quickly remembering what he’s said about seeing cum on a woman, I quickly backed my head off his huge dick and let him load off all his hot liquid on my hot body. It was then that I remembered I’d had Cherry’s favorite shirt on, and looked up at her expecting the worst.

She made a “mad face” at me, but didn’t hold it long. “Hon, I’ve had worse than that on that shirt, and it’s been no problem.” She then looked at Fred, “Do you have enough stamina to fuck Maggie instead of just sticking your prick in her pie hole?” “Cherry comes off as a bitch, but she just speaks her mind. It’s her place. She can speak any way she wants, I suppose.” I thought to myself.

Fred threw back his head and laughed as if she’d told the funniest joke in the world. “Shoot, ma’am! I got plenty more where that come from!” And with that he lifted me up, tore off my pants and planted me firmly on his pole in one fell swoop. I gasped as he skewered my cunny, but it was certainly wet enough and open enough to take him. He was still big. In actuality, he was bigger than Outlaw in girth, which for me, makes up in length. Oh, I love being fucked by a fat dick. Long dicks are good too, but fat dicks do it for me.

Since I was facing him, he held me by my right ass cheek with his left hand and with his right hand deftly undid all the buttons on the blouse. If there was any cum on my chest, he rubbed it in with his right hand all the while lifting my ass off his pole and impaling me again with his left. He was a multi-tasker. Oh, I was really liking this guy.

Fred carefully took several steps back toward a stall to lean against. Then he cupped both my ass cheeks, spread them on the “dismount” and impaled his dick in my tight ass on the way down. I screamed and startled many animals but once the initial shock wore off, I was loving the brown-hole-intrusion.

He slowed down just a little bit to speak to me, “I know you’re limber. Let’s see how limber you really are.” He lifted my left leg over his right shoulder and pushed on my heaving breast to bend me backwards. He kept on to put my left leg over his head and right shoulder. Once I knew what he was doing, I fell in sync with him and turned my rump while still impaled. My right leg hooked around his and helped to turn my rump around so I could be fucked doggy-style up my virgin ass. Virgin-no-more ass to be more precise. Oh gods, he felt so good taking me up my ass; making me twist while being impaled; and getting pummeled doggy-style. But it didn’t last long, because he took my right leg and swung it out and up while twisting me back around to face him. Carrying me once more upon his fat prick, he walked over to the fucking block and set me down easy.

“Taylor, get over here,” He bellowed.

*****

Part 14

She got to him in no time and stripped before he even told her to. Dr. Rose was a beautiful woman with pert B-cup breasts and a pierced naval. Pierced?! I didn’t notice that yesterday in HC-2 when she fucked me there. Ah well. Didn’t matter anyway. It was still beautiful.

“I want you to straddle her head, Taylor, and 69 her while I’m fuckin’ her ass,” Fred ordered. Now, normally, I’d think of Fred as being the type that does whatever’s asked without question, and never raises a fuss or even gives orders; not even to the animals. I guess, though, when given free rein, he takes charge, and doesn’t take “no” for an answer. Even given the position I’m in, I’m really loving this man.

Taylor straddled my head as she was told. Her pussy actually dripped her juices onto my face and into my mouth; that’s how hot and horny she got watching us. She wasted no time in plunging her hot mouth onto my clit and her skillful fingers into my cunt. Of course feeling the filling of both holes made me cum fast and hard, but neither of them let up.

Cherry, feeling left out, stripped and stood behind Taylor and ate her ass while I ate Taylor’s honey hole. Oh, she was so sweet-tasting. When she first stood over me, I dove right into her cunny, but after having my first hard cum, I relished the taste and textures. She must have pissed while at the ranch house, because I tasted a bit of that on her clit. I opened my mouth wide and hummed into her openness making her cum all over my face. Cherry felt her orgasm, and licked Taylor’s juices off my face when Taylor was done. Then Cherry helped Taylor down and stuck her pussy in my face. She ground her clit on my chin; my nose was in her bum; but oh, the pleasure I gave her with my mouth and tongue going in and out… in and out of her dripping pussy. All the while Fred’s got his monster cock up my ass and Cherry’s sucking on my clit and my open wantonness of a pussy.

Another orgasm.

I can’t stop. I want to stop; I don’t want to stop. I want a breath; I don’t want to suffocate, but I don’t want to leave one drop of any cum unattended by my tongue. Suddenly I hear this pop and an excruciating pain sears my ass as Fred pulls out. Somehow, a pail of warm water was nearby, and he cleaned off his prick really well. I could tell he wanted a taste of me by the sound of his voice talking to Cherry.

“Get the fuck off her face, Cherry. She’s going to swallow my meat, and I’m gonna make her cum so hard, her grandkids will be born cummin’.”

Cherry dismounted and I could see her face glistening from my sweet juices. I wanted to taste her; to kiss her lips to see how good I tasted. But before I could finish that thought, Fred slid my body to the top of the “fucking table” as he called it and face fucked me. My head was hanging back over the edge so he had a clear, straight shot for his huge hard-on to slide easily down my throat. He then leaned forward and put his hands beside my waist.

He pumped that monster cock of his in my mouth and rammed it down my throat. I wish I could have seen the lump in my throat move in and out, but I could feel it. I didn’t think Fred’s penis could get any bigger, but it felt as if he grew another couple of inches. He didn’t hold out long, though. Grunting and groaning he thrust one good time and shot – seeming literally – his wondrous load of cum straight down my throat.

His cock kept spurting as he pulled out, and made a string from my tongue to my forehead. Cherry quickly came over and licked the string of his pearls from my face. I couldn’t see Taylor, but I could hear her humping herself beside me. I heard the stickiness of her fingers sliding in and out of her sopping pussy. I was spent and couldn’t move.

*****

Part 15

After a few minutes of resting, I heard the dripping of water in a bucket. Fred had gotten some warm water from one of the many wash stalls and a soft sponge to rub my body down. I still lay on the “fucking block” with my legs spread wide. Fred gently washed away all the cum from that day – at least the cum that hadn’t already been eaten by Cherry and Taylor. He helped me get up from the block, and actually dressed me. Several times he had looked into my eyes apologetically, as if he were sorry about giving me the time of my life. I caught myself wishing that Cherry and Taylor were gone just so that I could talk to Fred one on one.

A movement from the side caught my attention, and I noticed that Taylor was slurping the goods off of Cherry. I chuckled softly and started to walk towards a bench to sit on. I found that I couldn’t walk straight because of all the wonderful humpings that happened to me today. Fred grabbed me around the waist and helped me amble up to the ranch house.

“I don’t think Cherry would mind if we sat on the front porch. Actually, she let’s me come in during the day to get a drink. Would you like something to drink?”

“I think a tea or lemonade would help, if there is any. No alcohol. I don’t drink alcohol. Thank you.”

Fred smiled a smile that could melt the coldest heart. Not that mine was cold, mind you, but it sent shivers down my spine and warmed me to the core all at once. When he walked out with our drinks, he set them on the small table beside the porch swing. I saw he had a fleece blanket draped over his left forearm, and our drinks in hand. I don’t think I’d ever been as happy to see a drink in my life as I was right then. Sure I’d cum to drink from all sorts of fountains today, but cum doesn’t exactly quench the thirst. Fred handed me my tea, and I sipped on it, though it was gone within a matter of minutes.

“I’ve never seen a woman perform with animals the way you do, Maggie. I’m not talking about sexual performance, though. I’m talking about genuinely caring about their feelings. I know you have a sixth sense about you that allows you to talk to them, and that’s extraordinary. I’m sure though, that even if you couldn’t hear them, you’d still be able to listen and understand. You have such a caring heart.”

“Thank you, Fred. I do want to be remembered as the vet that can hear and listen, not just the one that likes to fuck them,” I chuckled. But I was also being honest. Of course, when I go to other barns, I’m not going to vet them and fuck them. No, this is a special place that can cater to those desires.

Fred quietly laughed at my honesty, and put his arm around me. He handed me the blanket when I shivered in the crisp night air. Given what had happened throughout the whole day, I wasn’t uncomfortable sitting in the swing with this man that I’d just met about an hour and a half or so ago.

“You know, Fred, I wonder how do you get along with the other people that Cherry caters to?”

“How do you mean, Maggie?”

“Well, I simply mean that there are other women and men that come to this establishment and allow their desires for animals come alive. Do you ‘help them out’ like you helped me?”

Fred looked at me incredulously, and sat on the front of the swing, stopping it all together. “Do you mean do I fuck every skirt that comes in? Maggie, are you jealous? Are you trying to tell me you don’t want me to see other women? ‘Cause if that’s the case, then you’ve got the wrong idea here.” And he sat back with a harrumph.

I smiled and gently patted his thigh. “Fred, I’m not the possessive type. Anyway, what you do with the patrons is your business. I was just wondering do you get your fair share of the women that come here? I mean, you get to see all the things the animals do to them. Does it make you horny as much as when you saw me get it on with them?”

I saw him relax and let his shield down again once he knew I wasn’t proposing marriage. He sat back and sighed. I allowed him time to think. Not that I thought it was an actual ‘thinking’ question, but hey, I still haven’t figured guys out. What woman has? He let out a long breath, and answered, “Yeah, I get horny, and I usually either jack off, or grab me a mare. I like the feeling of being inside them more than any other animal. And it kinda makes me feel like a real stud, no pun intended.” I had to stifle a giggle at that little proclamation.

“But really, the women that come here, just want the sex of the animal. I’d never seen anyone get the love of the animal like you have. You’re just special, Maggie. I knew yesterday that if you came back here today that I’d have to have you for myself.”

“Well,” I answered, “why were you so rough with me? Not that I’m complaining. I like it rough, I like it soft. But why choose to treat me that way the first time out?”

Fred chuckled, “To answer in the country singer Andy Griggs’ words, ‘You Made Me That Way’.”

“Oh, wow. A good looking guy that likes women, mares, iced tea, and country… I think you’re too good to be true.”

“You should see him in the bedroom, Maggie,” said Cherry as she and Taylor made their way to the ranch house. Both were completely naked and glistening from their continued romp in the barn. “He’s awesome anywhere he chooses to fuck, but he’s even more so – if that’s even possible – in the bedroom.”

“Cherry, go get a shower and let your libido chill out. I’ll be happy to tell Maggie anything she wants to know, but I don’t want you commenting any more,” Fred said with an air of dignity.

“Oh, so now I’m taking orders from the stablehand, huh?” Cherry huffed. “I’ll have you know…” her voice trailed off as Taylor practically dragged her into the house.

“Cherry’s not drunk, though the acts like it. No, she’s horny, and this is how she acts, believe it or not. Taylor knows how to take care of her, though, and we won’t be seeing them until morning.”

“Morning! I… I have to get home! I only have one set of clothes, the ones I wore today, and they’re all nasty! I have to get home, and sleep! Oh what am I going to do! Dr. Rose is my ride home!” I buried my face in my hands and sighed. Fred slipped his strong arm around me, and squeezed my shoulders.

“Hon, I may be just a stablehand, but I do own a car. I can take you home if you’d like.”

“Oh, would you! I’d love to get a proper bath and settle down in my own bed. I’d appreciate if you could drive me home. I’ll get my things – wait, where are my clothes?”

Fred gave a chuckle. “I put them in the washing machine. They were quite caked with cum and mud from cum, so I didn’t think you’d want to wear them like that. You can wear what you have on now, and bring it back to Cherry later. I know she won’t mind. I’ll tell her she won’t mind.”

“Oh,” Maggie chuckled, “So even though you’re just a stablehand, you can boss around the boss too, huh?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I don’t give her slack in my working here, so she has nothing to fuss about. But when she gets in the mood like she’s in now, I do have to pull rank. She’s fine with it and has told me so.”

“Okay, lemme wrap my thoughts together,” Maggie ticked off each point on her long fingers. “You’re offering to take me home. You can drive me in your own personal vehicle. What’s to say that you don’t rape me, carry off my body and bury me somewhere?”

“As macabre as that sounds, Maggie, I’m just not that type of person. Do you want to see my résumé? I mean, I’ve worked for Cherry for ten years. Eight of those was just doing barn work. Two years ago she trusted me enough to tell me of her plans to open a livestock Fuck-Fest. Obviously SHE can trust me…”

Maggie playfully slapped Fred on the arm. “Doofus. Don’t you know when a girl is teasing you?” But deep inside, Maggie was still leery about Fred and his desires.

“I see the questions you may have. Look, if you want, you can hold my license and stuff,” Fred shrugged, not knowing what to say to appease Maggie’s questioning looks.

“Won’t be necessary. I’ll call my girl-friend who also happens to be my neighbor. She’ll know when to expect me, and call out the cavalry if I don’t get home ten minutes after that time.”

“Well, give yourself about a hour extra time.”

“Oh, why’s that?” Maggie inquired.

“’Cause I want to take you out to eat. You’ve had nothing but cum and water… and a little bit of tea. Your tummy must be talking to you.”

“Talking tummy,” Maggie mused. Chuckling, she called her friend to let her know she was going out with a new guy she’d met at her boss’s stop, and she’d be home in about an hour and a half. “I’ll tell you all about him when I get the next chance, Renée, I promise.” And with that she clapped the cell phone shut.

“So, WaHo?”

“Uh, what? You’re calling me a ho? I can’t believe after all I’ve been put through today, and most of it was not my idea by the way, you calling…”

“No, Maggie. I was saying WaHo? As in Waffle House?”

Oh, how I turned a bright shade of red. I should have known that Fred wasn’t calling me a whore, but just hearing it the way he said it took me off guard. I quickly recovered, though.

“I’m sorry Fred. Tell you what, you take me home and I’ll cook a lovely meal for us both, how’s that sound?”

“You actually feel up to cooking? I’d think that after all you went through today that you would just want to sleep! I’d love a home-cooked meal, though.”

“Then it’s settled. Let’s go.”

“So the love juice doesn’t stain my seat,” he said, putting down a couple of newspapers on the seat. He held the passenger’s door for me as I stepped into his little car. It was a cozy old two door Grand Am with a couple of rust spots here and there, but other than that, the car was well-kept.

“So,” I started, “Is this your Luv Machine?”

“No, Hon. You got impaled by my ‘Luv Machine’ earlier today. Or have you forgotten already?”

“Forgotten? How could I!? You’re… It’s… I was…”

“At a loss for words? I don’t get that very often. Was it that bad?”

“If you call getting impaled by a 10 inch cock, then having it shoved down your throat and spurting all the cum it had built up ‘BAD’, then yeah, it was ‘Hell’.”

Fred laughed at that getting my point. We talked about other things as I gave him directions to my house. Once there, I paused at the door before unlocking it.

“You know, Fred. Other than my Dad, you’re the only man I’ve ever had at my house. I must say that you should be honored!” I laughed and playfully punched him on the shoulder and led him into my living room. He laughed with me then wrapped me in his arms. I wriggled about half trying to get loose, but not really wanting to be away from him.

“Fred! I’m sticky, I smell, and I’m dirty. Let me go so I can take a quick shower. Then I’ll make us some dinner.” He gave me a peck on the cheek and reluctantly let me go. As I walked down the hallway to my room I called out, “Make yourself at home! Oh, but just don’t start making home-made drugs. I can’t afford to be kicked out!”

I heard a fake maniacal laughter come from his side of the house, letting me know that he knew better than to do that. I stripped quickly and stepped into the hot shower. This was definitely so much better than getting sponged off. I felt the heat of the water melt all the dirt and cum off my body and take all my uneasiness down the drain. I shampooed my hair using the wash, rinse, repeat cycle about three times. Then used a bit of conditioner to soften my hair. The shower head is attached to a hose, so I took it off the wall and used that to rinse out my pussy. It’s amazing that it can still hold cum after being used by a dog, a horse, a boar, a bull, and a man. I know much of that cum came out, but when I used the spray jets on the shower head, the cum just seemed to flow. Anyway, the hot water was relaxing.

I guess I spent a lot more time than I’d thought, because Fred poked his head in the bathroom door. “Maggie? You okay? You didn’t drown did you? I mean, I’ll call 911, but I was really hoping to get a home cooked meal,” he chuckled.

“Oh! Fred! I’m so sorry! I’ve lost all sense of time! Forgive me, please. I’ll be out in a moment, okay?”

“Nah, don’t bother. I’m coming in. I need a shower too, ya know, and I don’t like to waste water. Since you’re already clean, maybe you could rinse me off… Maybe suds me down?”

“Fred… you’re such a tease!”

“Maggie, I’m not teasing. I want to come in there with you. I know your body is tired of having sex, but I just want to be close to you. Is that all right?”

My stomach was doing flapjacks. How in the world did I – ME – snag a guy who didn’t care if I talked to animals; didn’t care if I wanted to fuck huge animal dicks; didn’t care that I wasn’t in the mood for sex; yet he still wanted to be close to me. Damn! I need to keep him around, definitely!

We spent 30 minutes in the shower exploring one another’s bodies under the water. After about 20 minutes, the hot water was running out, and it turned to cold. But it didn’t bother us. He got to see just how long my nipples can be when they get cold, and I got to see that he doesn’t lose his erection when cold water hits him.

We laughed, we cut up, we soaped each other down. But mainly it was just being so close to him that made me feel secure. I think if he’d have asked me to marry him, I’d have done it right then and there. But we kept shivering, and finally stepped out of the shower to dry off.

“I look like a prune!” I exclaimed.

“A very tasty prune, I might add. I haven’t had good, ripe prunes in a long time. Think I could taste you to see if you’re ripe?” Fred came up behind me and I felt his hard-on poking me in the back.

“Taste me? Oh, I’m afraid you’d eat me right up, I’m so sweet.”

“Then let the taste-test commence!”

*****

Part 16

Much of that night is fuzzy, but I do remember Fred picking me up and carrying me to my bed. He set me down gently on the side of the bed. When he knelt down before me, I felt like a goddess. He caressed my knees – which are very ticklish – and my legs. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they wandered aimlessly over my legs and feet. Fred’s eyes never left mine though. I was transfixed peering into his deep blues, as if I was looking into the most beautiful ocean depths.

“Scoot back just a bit, Maggie,” he whispered softly. I obeyed. How could I not? I remember him parting my knees and perching my feet on his shoulders. He was eye level with my dripping snatch, and all he did for a few moments was just stare. I kept thinking to myself I should be feeling uncomfortable, but I remember that I wasn’t. His hands kept wandering, but his eyes stayed centered on my womanliness. I found that he was looking at my clit that was protruding from my fold. I was so turned on, that I had my own little hard-on.

I propped my hands behind me, and started rotating my hips around. This made my clit rub against my outer folds, which made it all the more sensitive. I heard Fred’s primitive grunt, and knew he was close to mounting me. Oh, I wanted him hard, I wanted him easy. I wanted him rough, and I wanted him soft. I wanted him to rape me, and I wanted him to care. I just wanted him. Inside. Outside. On top. On bottom. When I saw him clasp his hands together and make a gun shape, I knew something was about to happen. Something awesome. Something probably perverted – but what could be more perverted than having sex with animals?

His forefingers plunged into my wanton cunt, and his thumbs found my clit. He thrust so hard that I fell back on the bed with my hips gyrating to his pounding rhythm. He knew all the right places, all the right words, all the right timing. Fred had me squirting over and over. I think I passed out after the fourth or fifth time of squirting his face. I don’t remember if he ever mounted me or not.

I do remember waking up in his arms the next morning.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” he whispered in my ear.

“Morning. Did I pass out? I mean, I didn’t mean to if I did. It’s just… I… I’ve never… Wow. I am at a total loss of words.”

Fred chuckled at me and edged his hands to cup my breasts. “Ah, Maggie, you were perfect last night. You did pass out, actually, but you were also exhausted after all that had happened yesterday. I loved just holding you all night. Though, I think we – no, you – woke up a couple of the neighbor’s dogs down the road. Many were howling on into the night. They must have been jealous. Either that, or urging you to give in to everything I did to you.”

“I don’t even remember everything you did to me last night, Fred. I must have been exhausted. My body is sore though from all everything yesterday.”

“I’ll call Taylor and tell her you need a day off. She’ll understand.”

“No, no. If I’m going to be a vet, I’ll have to work through a lot more problems than this. I enjoy feeling it all, though. Every screaming muscle makes me remember each moment. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
No, I need to go in today. Besides, today’s what, Wednesday? My job is totally inside today. I’ll be helping with the smaller patients, so I won’t have to do so much ‘heavy lifting,’ if you get my drift.”

“Oh, yeah, I get it.” Fred smirked. He held me for another couple of minutes then rolled over on his back. “Think you could ride me one more time before we leave for work?” He pasted on his saddest puppy-dog eyes, but held a glint of playful evilness too.

“Well, I guess I could go for the fuckin’ bronco routine. I’ll try to hang on the full eight seconds while you pump me full of whatever’s left in your artillery.”

“Ah, that’s good. But first, let me make sure that you’re properly suited. I’d hate for you to chafe.”

“Oh, such a kind heart you have.” I outlined a heart shape over his chest. In a blink Fred was under the covers and buried his face in my cunt again. He made sure I was wet enough to take his full length and girth. I didn’t come all over his face yet because he stopped right before my orgasm. Instead, he ripped the covers off us, and rolled me on top of him. Cupping my bottom, he gently lowered me just onto the head of his proud pole.

“See what you do to me, Maggie? You have me at full attention. I might not last eight seconds, but I warn you, you’ll have a marvelous buckin’ – fuckin’ time.” With that, he bucked his hips upward shooting his cock straight up into my cunt. He’s still holding on to my hips pretty much making sure I stay still, but his hips looked like pistons grinding up and down.

My snatch was on fire from the friction, but I didn’t want him to stop. I looked down to see his stomach tense, then his face went as white as my satin sheets. Fred pushed his rod up as far as it would go and shot his load fully into my womb. We both cried out in ecstasy. The room spun as we came down from our natural highs. With him still in my body, I lay back between his legs. His cock pressed up against my G-spot and sent euphoric orgasms through my being. I lay there moaning and groaning in pleasure as I Kegeled his cock and milked as much cum out of his lovely cock as I could. As I felt him start to slip out, I sat up quickly and rubbed all our combined juices over his belly and chest. I would never have done that, but Fred opened up so many feelings and possibilities to me. Besides, I didn’t want to be the only one to have our mixed love. I wanted to share!

“Fred! You’re all wet and dirty! You need a shower, Mister! I’ll run the water. You stay here and be ready to come in when I call you,” and I dismounted his muscular frame.

“I already came in, in case you had forgotten,” he quipped, adding a playful slap to my rump as I got off the bed.

“Okay, ‘come into the bathroom’,” I corrected myself.

We jested and played the next forty minutes or so as we helped each other get ready for work. He had to take me to the office since that’s where I’d left my car the day before. When we pulled up, he took my left hand and gently kissed the back of it.

“I’d like to see you again, Maggie. I don’t want last night to be just a one-time thing. I’m not proposing marriage, I’d just like to see you again… If you’d agree to it?”

“Of course, Fred! I know there’s so much more to us than just sex, but not as much as to go as far as marriage. You know where I live, you know where I work. Give me a call or come by to see me. You’re always welcome.”

“Same, Maggie. Come back to Cherry’s Playground. Not for the animals, though I know High will be glad to see you. But just to see me again.”

“Fred,” I gently chided, “you’re not seeing the last of me. That I can promise. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I hear a couple of puppies yelping for help.”

Fred gave his lighthearted chuckle again, and I got out of the car. After closing the door and sending him on his way, I stood there for a couple moments musing to myself how all of this got started. Remembering it was Sassy’s doing, the events of the past couple days flew by in a vision that left me dizzy. I shook my head to get things back in order and I marched up to the main door. Today is going to be all business, I told myself.

*****

Part 17

A fair-skinned, black haired lady sat in the waiting area with a Doberman sitting quietly beside her. His ears were taped so I knew he was still young. I saw about a half inch of shiny red coming from his sheath, which made me lick my lips. Quickly turning away, I told the lady someone would be right with her. I set my handbag in the office behind the counter, and pulled up the day’s schedule on the computer. I saw that Gunner (the Doberman) was indeed our first patient of the day. Several more small animals were scheduled for the regular – shots, checkups, boarding, and the like. But a vet’s office is never without it’s little surprises.

Dr. Rose strode into the waiting room with an air of confidence. I admired her character and ability to take command and take charge without actually letting on that she’s taking charge. I kept careful mental notes about how she greeted the animals first, then the owners. I saw this as necessary because, after all, this was a doctor’s office for animals. The patient needs the reassurance sometimes more-so than the owner.

“Gunner, what are you doing here? Huh? You’re not supposed to be back for another week to take off these bandages. What’s the matter, Hon?” She paused as if she were listening to him.

“They’re too tight. Take them off, take them off!” I heard a deep voice say. When I gasped, Dr. Rose turned to face me and had her eyebrows raised in a silent question. I faintly nodded and picked up his chart.

“C’mon, big guy. Let’s see what I can do for you,” she said as she scratched him on a shoulder blade. “Mrs. Perish, I’ll have my assistant take him back to be examined. You say he scratches at his bandages?”

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Perish said flustered, “all he does is just whine and howl and scratch at those bandages. I even wonder if it’s worth putting them on. He’s not going to be a show dog or anything. Does he even have to have his ears fixed if he’s just going to be a guard dog, Dr. Rose?”

“No, he doesn’t. It’s best if he does because he’ll be able to hear more clearly, but Doberman’s have such great hearing anyway, leaving them as is will not hinder him in any way. We’ll take him back, check him out, and have him back out in a jiffy,” Dr. Rose reassured her. Taking that as my cue, I slipped around Dr. Rose and held out my palm for Gunner to sniff.

“Hey Gunner, buddy.” I sank down a few feet in front of him so he wouldn’t feel threatened by me. “C’mere sweet boy,” I cooed. “Gunner, I won’t hurt you. Dr. Rose and I will most likely take off the bandages. Will you trust us?”

“Oh be careful, young lady. Gunner is very protective of me. He’s been trained by the best police dog trainers in the country. He can bleed you out, or snap your arm off at the very least,” Mrs. Perish told me with her ego bulging.

“Mrs. Perish, I assure you, my apprentice knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s a great animal handler.” Dr. Rose looked at me and smiled. I caught her double meaning.

“Gunner, you trust me, don’t you,” I smiled. “C’mon, Gunner. Let’s go see what we can do about those bandages. And with that Gunner walked toward me and licked my hand. “Oh, good boy, good boy! Come with me, Gunner. Mommy will stay right here. We’ll be back in a little bit.” That, of course, was a much for Mrs. Perish’s sake than for Gunner’s.

*****

Part 18

Dr. Rose led us to room three. The first two rooms we like to save for felines and such. I’d told Dr. Rose that since animals have a better sense of smell than humans, even if we bleach everything down, the dogs will still smell the cats – and vice versa – and may not do as well in the rooms as if they had rooms all to themselves. So, room one was for male cats, room two was for female cats. Room three was reserved for male dogs and room four for the female dogs. Any other animal that came through would be seen by the good Doctor in rooms five through seven. (Did I mention it was a large practice?)

I was nervous. This was the first dog – other than Duke – that I’d spoken to with my gift. But technically, this was the first dog I’d spoken to under the practice of being an apprentice, and not just getting laid. Oh, the thought of that sent shock waves through my body that ended up seemingly electrifying my pussy. I rubbed my thighs together a bit to squelch the feeling, but it didn’t really help.

Getting back to the task at hand, I patted the table and as calmly as I could commanded Gunner, “Up, Gunner.” He jumped up and immediately sat down to rub the bandages on the soft vinyl padding.

“Take it off. I want it off. It hurts. Too tight. I rub and rub. It just won’t come off.”

“Doc, he says the bandages are too tight. They hurt him,” I told her. I wanted her to know that he was still talking, whether or not to me, he was still letting us know. “Wonder who set his ears anyway? Mrs. Perish didn’t come here to have them set, did she?” I asked to no one in particular.

“No, she didn’t bring him here,” she huffed. I could tell Dr. Rose was angry at whomever did set poor Gunner’s ears. “See here,” she pointed. “They’re cutting off the circulation. When that happens, the ear won’t set properly, and as you can see, is quite a source of discomfort for the dog. It takes practice to set ears properly. I don’t want to know who set them. I might just go set that person on their ears. Let them see how well they like it.” She blew out a big sigh, then put it out of her mind. “Maggie, I need you to talk to him and let him know that we might pull some hair, and pinch some skin, but it will be over in a couple of minutes. Try to keep his mind off of what I’m doing, but keep your mind on it. It will take practice. You have to watch carefully so you’ll know how to do it.”

“Yes, Doctor. Are you going to reset them?” I wondered.

“No, they need a week or so to get the blood circulating around the spots that were pinched from the bad job. If Mrs. Perish wants them reset, we’ll make an appointment for two weeks from today.”

“Understood,” I said with a nod. “Let me see…” I trailed off wondering what I could talk to a dog about.

“Gunner?” I asked softly. “Did you hear me while in the other room? Remember I told you then and just a little bit ago that we’ll take care of you? The Doctor wanted me to tell you that a couple pieces of hair might be pulled out, and your skin might get pinched a little, but I’m going to talk you through it, okay? There’s nothing to fear with Dr. Rose. She knows what she’s doing.” I kept talking to Gunner while Dr. Rose carefully cut through the bandages. Normally, any vet would just unwrap what’s been wrapped. But she wanted to get those bandages off fast.

[I] “Hey Gunner, do you have a lady-dog that you like? Maybe someone in the neighborhood that you like to sniff?” I chuckled aloud. Dr. Rose looked at me as if I was crazy, but went right back to work.

“I, uh, like Fancy. She’s the Golden Retriever a couple of houses down from me. Everyday when my human takes me for a walk, Fancy walks beside me on her side of the fence. It’s a long fence, so we talk for a while. Sometimes it’s hard for me to hear her when my human is talking so loud to me saying, ‘Isn’t it cute that you have a girlfriend, Gunner!’ She says it everyday.”

I asked him, “Would you like me to say something to her about it?

“No, thank you. I just get closer to the fence. Ah, she smells so pretty everyday. It’s like her human bathes her everyday. Her hair is so glossy and shines so nice.”

“Maggie,” Dr. Rose brought me back to reality. “Whatever you’re talking about, Maggie, has Gunner getting hard. What ARE you talking about, anyway?”

I chuckled again. “He’s telling me about this beautiful Golden Retriever named Fancy who lives down the street from him. Everyday he walks by her fence and she walks the fence with him and they apparently like each other.”

Dr. Rose was the one to chuckle this time. “Hmm, a Dobey and a Goldy. Wonder what the pups would look like?” She stroked her chin, then shook her head coming out of the reverie. “Ask him if he would like a suck off before going out to meet Mrs. Perish,” she said with a gleam and a lust in her eyes.

“Gunner, I noticed that you got excited while we were talking about Fancy. Have you ever been able to sink your cock in a pussy? In Fancy’s pussy?” I inquired while stroking his belly.

“No. I think the closest I’ve come to putting my thingy in anything is my mouth. I’d like to sink it in Fancy, but that will never happen.”

“Aw, don’t say never. Dr. Rose and I can take care of your, um, excited-ness.”

I nodded to Dr. Rose and she started stroking him with a lubed hand. Gunner stood up and started humping her hand.

“You want him, or can I have him?” Dr. Rose asked me.

I gave a big smile. I’ve not seen her with a dog, so I let her have him. “You can, Dr. Rose. I’m still sore from yesterday’s fun,” I think she caught my addition of, “and this morning with Fred.”

“Fred, huh? He’s a nice guy. Good catch too. Speaking of catching something, catch Gunner’s cock while I strip. Fuck, Maggie. You’re gonna learn that no matter how sore you are, you don’t ever give up a possible quickie with a pet,” she admonished.

“Understood, Doctor,” I smiled. I took Gunner’s hot red and purple cock in my hand, and watched as Dr. Rose stripped off her scrub pants and red lace G-string. Gunner smelled her sex as soon as she shed her pants and jumped off the table. He buried his nose in her snatch and shot his tongue between her legs. I knelt down and waited for Dr. Rose to get on all fours. Curiously, she waited. I know she liked the feeling of his tonguing. He nudged her and she took that as her cue to get down. She spun around so quickly and fell on her hands and knees, I thought for sure she’d fall on her face. I patted her ass and invited Gunner to mount her. He mounted clumsily, so I knew he’d never mounted any bitch. But instinct took over, and he started to settle down.

“Don’t help him, Maggie. I like to be the first.”

Gunner’s cock kept poking around Dr. Rose’s wet pussy lips. More often than not, he poked and rubbed her clit. I sat back and put my hand down my scrubs. My wet pussy wanted to be stroked as badly as my pussy needed to be filled. I watched Gunner’s cock poke around then finally sink into Dr. Rose’s pink pussy. She groaned, and he nipped the back of her neck. Ah, the new ones are over so quickly, but Gunner kept his pace for nearly five minutes. I could see him growing inside her, and his knot was always there just waiting, begging to enter her hot box. (Of course, I never saw Duke’s knot, but just by the look of Gunner’s, I don’t think Duke’s was that big.) Ready to explode, Gunner shoved his knot into Dr. Rose who yelped like a bitch in heat. Thankfully, because that yelp might have alerted Mrs. Perish in the waiting room. I saw her belly distend from the massive amounts of cum she received from Gunner. He stayed knotted as long as he could, but with Dr. Rose having been so used – seemingly everyday – she just didn’t hold him in. It may have been too that she didn’t want time to alert Mrs. Perish.

She kept moaning. I know she was in heaven. I do wish now I’d let him mount me instead. Maybe if Mrs. Perish brings him back…

*****

Part 19

“Maggie,” Dr. Rose brought me back to reality. “Whatever you’re talking about, Maggie, has Gunner getting hard. What ARE you talking about, anyway?”

I chuckled again. “He’s telling me about this beautiful Golden Retriever named Fancy who lives down the street from him. Everyday he walks by her fence and she walks the fence with him and they apparently like each other.”

Dr. Rose was the one to chuckle this time. “Hmm, a Dobey and a Goldy. Wonder what the pups would look like?” She stroked her chin, then shook her head coming out of the reverie. “Ask him if he would like a suck off before going out to meet Mrs. Perish,” she said with a gleam and a lust in her eyes.

“Gunner, I noticed that you got excited while we were talking about Fancy. Have you ever been able to sink your cock in a pussy? In Fancy’s pussy?” I inquired while stroking his belly.

“No. I think the closest I’ve come to putting my thingy in anything is my mouth. I’d like to sink it in Fancy, but that will never happen.”

“Aw, don’t say never. Dr. Rose and I can take care of your, um, excitedness.”

I nodded to Dr. Rose and she started stroking him with a lubed hand. Gunner stood up and started humping her hand.

“You want him, or can I have him?” Dr. Rose asked me.

I gave a big smile. I’ve not seen her with a dog, so I let her have him. “You can, Dr. Rose. I’m still sore from yesterday’s fun,” I think she caught my addition of, “and this morning with Fred.”

“Fred, huh? He’s a nice guy. Good catch too. Speaking of catching something, catch Gunner’s cock while I strip. Fuck, Maggie. You’re gonna learn that no matter how sore you are, you don’t ever give up a possible quickie with a pet,” she admonished.

“Understood, Doctor,” I smiled. I took Gunner’s hot red and purple cock in my hand, and watched as Dr. Rose stripped off her scrub pants and red lace G-string. Gunner smelled her sex as soon as she shed her pants and jumped off the table. He buried his nose in her snatch and shot his tongue between her legs. I knelt down and waited for Dr. Rose to get on all fours. Curiously, she waited. I know she liked the feeling of his tonguing. He nudged her and she took that as her cue to get down. She spun around so quickly and fell on her hands and knees, I thought for sure she’d fall on her face. I patted her ass and invited Gunner to mount her. He mounted clumsily, so I knew he’d never mounted any bitch. But instinct took over, and he started to settle down.

“Don’t help him, Maggie. I like to be the first.”

Gunner’s cock kept poking around Dr. Rose’s wet pussy lips. More often than not, he poked and rubbed her clit. I sat back and put my hand down my scrubs. My wet pussy wanted to be stroked as badly as my pussy needed to be filled. I watched Gunner’s cock poke around then finally sink into Dr. Rose’s pink pussy. She groaned, and he nipped the back of her neck. Ah, the new ones are over so quickly, but Gunner kept his pace for nearly five minutes. I could see him growing inside her, and his knot was always there just waiting, begging to enter her hot box. (Of course, I never saw Duke’s knot, but just by the look of Gunner’s, I don’t think Duke’s was that big.) Ready to explode, Gunner shoved his knot into Dr. Rose who yelped like a bitch in heat. Thankfully, because that yelp might have alerted Mrs. Perish in the waiting room. I saw her belly distend from the massive amounts of cum she received from Gunner. He stayed knotted as long as he could, but with Dr. Rose having been so used – seemingly everyday – she just didn’t hold him in. It may have been too that she didn’t want time to alert Mrs. Perish.

*****

Part 20

She kept moaning. I knew she was in heaven. I do wish now I’d have let him mount me instead. Maybe if Mrs. Perish brings him back… I chuckled to myself. I think Dr. Rose and I will insist that he come back next week so we can “check his ears and make sure he’s healed properly.” Yeah, right!

As soon as Gunner pumped all his lead into Dr. Rose, he dismounted and licked her pussy free of all the gushing juices they both made. Then he went to a corner to lay and lick his still-large purple cock. I gave Dr. Rose a towel and helped her clean herself.

“Maggie, you wanna eat me out, don’t you? You wanna eat out all of Gunner’s cum from my pussy, huh? I’ll bet you’d just like to do that.”

I knew she was baiting me, and of course I took it. “I’d love to eat you out. Let’s get Gunner back to Mrs. Perish, then we can go to the back to the ‘infectious’ holding cells. I’d love to hear you scream, and I don’t want you to hold anything back.”

“Maggie, you’re a fucking bitch, you know that? Seems you think of everything. You’re gonna be a great vet.”

A small blush appeared on my face, and I smiled my thanks. I put Gunner’s leash back on him to take him out to Mrs. Perish. His tongue hanging out and panting let me know that he had a good time.

As soon as Gunner and I made it to the waiting room, I let Mrs. Perish know what she should expect. “Mrs. Perish, Dr. Rose wanted me to be sure to tell you to bring him back anytime next week after Wednesday. She wants to be sure none of the circulatory system nor any of the nerves in his ears were harmed. Of course she checked him today, but there was some swelling, as you can see. She just wants to be sure,” I told her.

“Oh, yes, of course, Dear. I just don’t know why Mr. Perish had to take him to that other veterinarian. He’s just not as gentle as Dr. Rose is. I’ll forbid him to ever take Gunner to any other vet. Ever. You have my word,” she nodded to get her point across more to herself than to me.

I smiled. I know she thought I was being polite, but I was glad that we would have the ability to be able to see him again. “Dr. Rose said that there would be no charge for today. Just bring him back next week after Wednesday at your earliest convenience.”

“Oh yes. I will. And thank you,” she paused to look at my tag on my breast, “Maggie.” She gasped a little when she said my name. Probably because she saw my pert nipple through my thin scrub shirt. I love going bra-less.

“See you next week, Mrs. Perish!” I squatted down to see Gunner. See you next week too, Gunner. Don’t get into trouble, but see if you and Fancy can get together sometime. I’d love to have a puppy of yours.”

Gunner lapped at my face and gave me a resounding, Okay!

“Gunner must love this place, Maggie!” Mrs. Perish exclaimed. “I’ve never seen any animal actually want to go to a vet’s office! You all do a bang-up job here.”

I looked up and chuckled at her. “Why, yes we do, Mrs. Perish. We take extra-special care of all our patients, don’t we Gunner?” He barked to agree, then I scratched his ears and stood up.

“Come on, Gunner. Time to go home.” I watched Mrs. Perish lead a very happy Gunner out to her convertible. I thought I saw a little bit of pink underneath his belly, but I wasn’t sure. I giggled to myself then walked purposefully back to the Holding Cells.

*****

Part 21

When I walked through the main door marked, “Infectious Canines. Keep Out!” I saw the light above door three was on. I walked over and peeked through the window to see if Dr. Rose was in there. Two of the other interns here at the practice were “practicing” their “handling technique” on each other. The cute brunette with cropped hair named Marie was on all fours on top of the table, while Beka, a petite redhead had her face buried in Marie’s snatch. Marie was frigging her own clit as Beka pumped a small dong into Marie’s ass. I saw Beka with a large vibrator between her own legs, and she was trying to hump that as she ate out Marie. I reached into my pants again, and barely touched my lips. I was seeping already, waiting to get off.

Keeping my hand in my pants, I walked a little farther down the hallway, and found door six open a little. The window showed Dr. Rose already on the table stark naked with legs splayed, pussy in full view. She held her knees with her elbows, so her pussy was tilted up a little bit. Her pierced clit was budding above her lips, and her snatch was seeping just as much as mine.

“Get over here, you little bitch,” Dr. Rose called to me. “You have a horny boss to take care of. And you’d better do it fast because I have a surgery to do in ten minutes.”

“It won’t take that long,” I assured her. And with that, I spanked her cunt. Not smacked, not patted, but spanked. The wetness that was already on it sprayed out around us, and some of it sprayed on my lips. I licked them and remembered about the first time I’d eaten Dr. Rose. Her cunt then turned a lovely red from the spank, and I could see the marks my fingers left. I licked my hand that had spanked her, stripped off all my clothes, and dove into her dog-cum filled dripping cunt. I snaked my hands under her bottom and around her hips to keep her close to me. I found her left nipple piercing and pulled on the chain that was attached to it. She let out a yelp. I buried my tongue deep into her pussy, lapping up all the thick, gooey dog-cum I could. My nose kept rubbing her clit as I’d move my head around trying to eat more and more of her. Dr. Rose screamed and grabbed the back of my head trying to bury me deeper and deeper into her twat.

“Yeeeeeeeesssssssss, Maggie! Fuck my cunt! Suck me out! Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” she screamed. Normally I’d be afraid of someone screaming that loud, but knowing the Holding Cells here were sound-proof – unless the door’s open – I wasn’t too concerned about it.

I hummed in her cunt making her orgasm stronger and longer. Next thing I know, I feel a fat double dildo being rammed up my pussy and ass. Of course, I can’t look to see who it is because Dr. Rose is holding my face in her cunt. As I’m being rammed from behind, the force of it is ramming my face deeper into Dr. Rose. She squirts all over my face, and I try to lap up as much as possible. I feel her spasms throughout her body as she pushes her cum out and my face deeper. Finally spent, Dr. Rose lets go of my hair and falls back onto the table. My head is still above her pussy, but I can look back to see who’s fucking me from behind. To my surprise, it’s Marie, from Holding Cell three. She’s got a strap-on with a double-dildo jacking me just as fast as Duke had done several days ago. Course with my being already aroused and wet, it didn’t take long for me to scream my own relief.

My legs were like jelly now. Marie had to stand there with the dildo still inside me to keep me standing. She and I both chuckled.

“Seems like you’re stuck, Maggie,” Dr. Rose commented. “Well, I’m glad this happened. I hate going into surgery when I’m horny.” And she jumped off the table to put on a scrubs skirt instead of pants and top.

“Marie, think we should keep her? This Maggie?” Dr. Rose inquired.

“I don’t see that she has a choice, Dr. Rose. She’s stuck here whether she wants to be or not.” Marie gave a strong push with her hips sending the strap-ons even deeper into me. “You wanna stay here don’t you, Maggie?” Seems to me she was insisting I stay.

Breathless, I commented, “Seems you said it yourself, I’m stuck and don’t have a choice in the matter. But if it were up to me, yes, I want to stay.”

“Good,” Marie said flatly. “Get dressed. You’re helping in surgery today.” With that she yanked her hips back making the strap-on exit my twat and ass with a loud “pop.” Oh the pain and the tremors that soared through my body. I could barely stand here. I had to hold myself up by hugging the table. How was I supposed to handle a three-hour surgery after all that?

*****

Part 22

It absolutely amazes me what your body will go through when your mind is made up to do something. I was, in fact, able to stand through the three and a half hour surgery, but when it came down to business, my mind took hold of my body. It was a learning experience. One I needed if I was to become a certified veterinarian.

Marie and Beka were both there assisting as Dr. Rose carefully and skillfully handled the scalpel. Marie was the anesthesiologist, and Beka was nurse to hand instruments to the good Doctor. A cat had come in that morning with what sounded like a twisted gut. I know that if horses get a twisted gut, many times they don’t make it through simply because the owner doesn’t catch it in time to take the horse to the university – which is where all horse surgeries are done. Thankfully, though, a small animal with a twisted gut can come in and normally it can be dealt with properly. This time was no exception. Dr. Rose was so skilled, but she made sure to tell me each and everything she was doing, looking up every once in a while to make sure I was paying attention. Not once did I take my eyes off the process. I soaked up every last detail. I didn’t want to disappoint Dr. Rose nor my professors at the university. Many hours went into my schooling, I couldn’t let any of them down now.

The cat made it safely through surgery, and Beka and Marie were charged with the details of where to let the cat rest for the next couple of days.

“Maggie, come with me to my office for a couple minutes,” Dr. Rose insisted.

“Yes Ma’am,” I complied. What was I going to do, say no? Hardly!

As she sat in her comfy office chair behind her desk, she motioned for me to sit on the floor beside her. A little unorthodox, I thought, but whatever.

Turns out, she was testing me. Trying to see if my mind was really on the surgery or not. After several questions, she got a little more comfortable in her chair. She splayed her legs open, much like a man would do, making her skirt ride up to reveal her uncovered, shaved pubes and her pierced clitoris. Of course, I was eye level with her seat, so I could see exactly what she wanted to reveal to me. Sure I’d seen it all before, but this time, for some reason, she did not seem all that enticing to me. So after I’d taken a quick glance and surveyed the scenery, I answered all her questions concerning the surgery. When I answered, I was sure, calm, and correct, and made sure to look directly into her eyes. Not necessarily to avoid the seemingly embarrassing situation – because it wasn’t embarrassing at all; but I wanted to be sure that she knew I was knowledgeable and paying attention to her and her questions – and not her twat. Sometimes it was a bit difficult to answer properly because I’d catch a whiff of her wonderful womanly scent – that held a twinge of the scent of dog cum. But, when I’d catch the scent, I’d take a deep breath, and answer her question to the best of my ability.

Twenty minutes later, Dr. Rose seemed to have understood that I really was paying attention during surgery and that even her shaved pubes couldn’t get me off track. “I’m impressed, Maggie,” she stated.

“Oh? Why’s that, Dr. Rose?”

“Well, some of the other girls I’ve had in this same situation would normally stumble over their words, though they still seem knowledgeable. You, on the other hand, have not stumbled, and have proven your education worthy of working here at Lower River Animal Hospital. I’ll put in a recommendation that you’re not be just an apprentice, but an assistant Veterinarian. Knowing you still have to have your own doctor’s license, you’ll not be able to practice on your own, but I know that you’ll be able to get licensed soon.”

My eyes must’ve opened as big as saucers. “Oh, Dr. Rose! That’s wonderful! But, what about the other girls who’ve worked here longer than I have? Do you think they’ll mind that I’ve passed them?” I queried.

“No, in fact, I know they won’t mind, Maggie,” she reassured me. “You see, they know they’re not ready simply because I’ve told them they’re not ready. They go on my word because I know what it takes to be ready. You have what it takes, and even a little more. Knowing that you can talk to and understand animals does give you a bit of an advantage, but don’t take that lightly. You could lose that skill at any time in any type of accident. You have what it takes because you have the knowledge, skill, and desire to become a vet. I foresee that you only have about one, maybe two more years ahead of you before you become a certified and licensed veterinarian.”

Rising from her chair, she held out her hands to help me off the floor. “Come. Let’s see what other animals we have to take care of.”

For the rest of the day, I worked at her side. She allowed me to examine each patient and tell her what I believed to be the problem and the best solution to help the pet. She reexamined and gave the same prognosis as I had. Out of the six animals we examined that day, I had given the correct problem and solution to all of them. I enjoyed seeing her smile or her nod of agreement when I was right. I didn’t allow it to get to my ego, but I made sure to give the pride to the professors at the university AND to Dr. Rose.

*****

Part 23

Near closing time, I’d called Fred to see if he wanted to go out to eat, since we didn’t get the chance last night. We’d agreed on a time to meet at a nice, intimate restaurant after I got a chance to go home and change. Beka and Marie had already gone, and I was to stay behind for 30 minutes to make sure all animals were fed, watered, and locked up. Dr. Rose had already left for the evening, so I took the liberty to stroll through the kennels doing the rounds. I felt very important knowing that one day I’ll have a practice of my very own. I don’t take responsibility lightly, and the thought of it almost became daunting. I shook those thoughts from my head, though. I didn’t need a doom and gloom cloud over me before I was to meet Fred at Antonio’s Pasta Bella. I was hungry, and ready for a night out.

I met Fred in the parking lot of Pasta Bella’s at eight o’clock. He pulled up just as I was getting out of my car. I stood beside my car as he strolled over. Wrapping my arms around him, he reached down and cupped my bottom, bringing my right leg up around his waist. He pulled up my mini skirt revealing my panty-less, freshly shaved snatch and soft, round bottom. Of course, Fred couldn’t see it, but anyone driving by, or even in the restaurant looking out could take a look at it. I didn’t care. I was no whore, but because I’ve been exposed to so much these past couple days, I’m not embarrassed about my sexuality any more.

He caressed my bottom as we kissed and I felt his middle finger slightly probe around my pussy lips. He teased my tongue with his at the same time teasing my rosebud with his thumb. With my skirt up and my leg around his waist, I could feel his hard-on through his jeans. I humped my hips toward his growing hard-on, grinding my clit on his zipper.

He groaned.

“Oh, Maggie. You little whore!” he cursed. “Look at what you’ve done to me!”

“What I’ve done to you?” I asked in mock amazement pushing on his chest to back away from him. I didn’t exactly succeed because he had me trapped between him and the car. “What about what you’ve done to me?! Here I was, just minding my own business leaning against my car. Then you come up in front of me, start kissing me passionately, raise my skirt, and put my leg around your waist. You start touching and feeling me. What am I supposed to do? Say ‘Stop’? I don’t think so!”

Fred leaned back into me and whispered gruffly, “Take me here, Maggie. Take me now.”

“In front of God and everybody?” I asked in mock horror. “It’s a bit early for that. And I’ve not had nearly enough to drink.” I shook my head. “No, Fred. You’re going to have to hold on to that raging hard-on at least until I know all the kiddies are out of the restaurant. I’m sure parents don’t particularly want their kids getting a sex lesson right here.”

“As usual, you’re thinking with the right head, Maggie. It’s just that I’ve been wanting you all day, and now that you’re here, and I’m here, and you smell so good…” he trailed off with his face buried in my hair. He kissed my neck, and nibbled a little bit, then put my leg down gently. He fixed my skirt but held his left hand right over my pubes tickling my clit with his fingers. “You’re gonna sit beside me in the restaurant. I want to hold on to your muff as much as I can for as long as I can.” He straightened up and held his lustful eyes on mine. Chuckling, he asked, “You don’t mind, do you?”

I squeaked out an answer, “Do I have a choice?”

“No, actually, you don’t. I’ll make it enjoyable, though.” He raised his hand to his mouth and sniffed and sucked on his wet fingers. “I love the smell of your snatch. Clean, or with animal cum on it. It is so good.”

I snickered. “What about with woman cum on it? A woman’s smell that is not my own?”

Fred’s eyes got big with that thought, and asked, “You’ve fucked a woman today?”

“Well, not snatch to snatch, but Dr. Rose made me bury my face in her cunt after she took a fucking from a Doberman. Then she made me eat her out. As I was doing that, Marie came up behind me and fucked me hard with a double dildo.” I shrugged. “I just wanted to know that if it came to me fucking another woman snatch to snatch, that you wouldn’t have any trouble eating me out.”

“Fuck, Maggie! I love eating women out. I want to be there next time to witness the lez-fest; the ‘snatch to snatch’ as you called it, and want to smell all the wonderful womanly smells I can! Dammit! I’m harder now than I was moments ago! Please, help me out! You know I’ll be good for another fuck in about 30 minutes. That’ll be plenty of time for us to eat.” He paused, then added, “Eat dinner, that is.”

Laughing, I looked around for a more dimly lit spot in the parking lot. One where we could still kinda be seen, but people would actually have to look closely to see what was going on. Finding the perfect spot, I led him over to a black Mustang. Thankfully the car’s alarm didn’t go off when I touched it. Fred came around behind me and stripped off my blouse and skirt. There I was, in the parking lot of Pasta Bella’s, buck naked about to get banged. I got really wet. Again.

 

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