Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 3

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Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 1
Dr. Maggie DVM: Part 2

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Part 24
Part 25
Part 26
Part 27
Part 28
Part 29
Part 30
Part 31
Part 32
Part 33
Part 34

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Part 24

 

He came up behind me and started rubbing his jean-clad hard-on against my wet pussy. The thought of him going into a restaurant with a wet spot on the front of his jeans made me giggle.

“What’s so funny?” he asked gruffly.

“You’re gonna have a wet spot on the front of your jeans if you keep that up.”

Fred huffed in my ear then gently pushed me forward. Yet, I leaned back onto his chest as he carefully unzipped his tight jeans. I’d have thought that with him being so well-hung, that he’d want to wear loose-fit jeans, but I did love seeing his manliness through those tight jeans – just as I’m sure every other woman loved to see it too. Made me feel even more possessive when we walked around with his long dong pressed up tight against the front of his jeans, and even partly down the thigh. He was well-hung, and knew how to show it off.

With his jeans around his ankles, Fred grabbed my wrists behind me as if he were putting on a pair of hand cuffs, and pushed my naked body forward on the the hood of the Mustang. There he held my wrists in is right hand, and guided his missile with his left to my waiting pussy. My breasts formed perfectly rounded circles on top of the car. My freshly washed hair cascaded around both shoulders as I kept my chin up. I wanted to see if there was anyone who noticed us; who noticed what we were doing.

I felt Fred guiding his dick up and down my drenched pussy making sure he was wet enough to enter. Satisfied that he was, he finally, slowly slid his prick into my cunt. I felt every fold, every vein, every inch of his thick rod as he pushed it into me, and couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy. I kept my chin up, but couldn’t help but close my eyes every once in a while in the sheer joy of having him bury himself deep within me.

As he slowly invaded my twat with his thick cock, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Do you see them?” Fred asked.

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Part 25

“See whom, Fred?” I asked as I opened my eyes again and quickly scanned the parking lot.

“Over by the street under the light.” He pushed a couple more centimeters of his still-growing member into me allowing another moan to escape. “They’re pretending it’s not their car so they can get closer to us. They heard your moan.”

“Should I stop moaning?” I asked, not really overly concerned.

“No, Babe. Unless you don’t want them coming over to find us out.”

A little more.

“I could care less. Wait, they don’t have kids with them, do they?” I asked. I couldn’t see any, but I was also looking through both the front and back windows. I couldn’t see anything clearly.

“Naw, no kids. Just a healthy curiosity of what sounds like sex noises,” he added in a thick voice. I knew he was close to bottoming out, but he was holding back for some reason.

“If you want them over here, Maggie, make some more noise. If not, I’ll tell ’em to back off.”

Fred was so considerate.

“No, don’t say anything. If they come over out of curiosity, then let them come. You, Sir, get back to what you started. I’m hungry, and I don’t want to go another night without something to eat. And I know what you’re thinking. I don’t want just cum to drink to be my nightly meal. Uh, uh. I want, no, I need some good food in my belly. After you fill me first with your hot cum.”

“Fuck, Mags, you talk as if you hadn’t had sex in months, maybe years!” He pulled out a little then pushed back in just to excite me. It worked.

I laughed as I told him, “It feels as if I hadn’t had a good hearty meal in months, maybe years.”

Fred laughed at that then pushed himself in all the way again. I kept my eyes on the couple, and they were about 30 feet away making out under a tree on the manicured grass. I spotted them walk a couple feet closer, then go back to kissing, walk a little closer, and kiss again. That went on until they were about 20 feet away from us. All the while, Fred was slowly pushing in and pulling out of my sopping, sloppy cunt. I think he got tired of their game.

He spoke to me, but loud enough for the young couple to hear, “I wish they’d just finally come on over to see what we’re doing instead of trying to make it obvious they don’t want to disturb us. Don’t you, Honey?”

I groaned my answer, more for their pleasure than mine, but I was still receiving lots of pleasure, “Oh, yes! Come to me!”

Fred picked up the pace a little bit when he saw the couple hesitate, then haltingly come closer to us.

“Oh, Honey!” I whimpered, “I need you more! Faster, harder, longer! Fuck me, already!”

Over my demand, I heard the woman gasp, and I saw her look at the man beside her. He already had his hand covering the bulge in his pants as if he wanted to set it lose. He shoved her closer, but they still stood two cars away from us. They couldn’t really see anything because we weren’t in the light. But they heard my moans and Fred’s grunts along with his balls slapping my wet cunt.

“Coming. Closer. Now.” I grunted each word. Again, more to the couple than to Fred, and he knew it. He knew I was not quite to the edge of orgasm.

As the couple moved closer, now about 10 feet away from us, they could clearly see that I was stark naked, and Fred had his jeans around his ankles. More importantly, they saw and heard his think rod pumping slowly into my sloppy pussy. I heard the gasp from the woman, and I looked over with a smile on my face and winked at her.

“Not rape… Willing.” I assured her through each thrust from Fred. That brought an, “Oh!” from her and a grunt of satisfaction from him. Fully aware that we saw them, they came closer to see more.

“Hey, Pal!” Fred said to the man, “haven’t you ever seen a man fuck a woman before?” He laughed at the man’s expression because of his own vulgar language. Of course, it wasn’t a question that really needed to be answered, and Fred didn’t expect an answer. But the befuddled man did give a grunt.

I could hear the woman whispering to her companion, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying over the slapping sounds of our hot bodies fucking over a Mustang – of whom we didn’t know the owner. They got a surprise, I’m sure, when they came out of the restaurant to see a perfect outline of a woman’s naked body on the hood of their car.

An exasperated, “Awe, c’mon, Jewels! They’re doin’ it, why won’t you let me?” came from the man, and as I turned my head once again to look at the voyeur couple, I saw the woman walk away throwing her hands in the air and stalking back to their vehicle.

Fred saw it too, and had compassion on the guy. “Hey, Pal, looks like you ain’t gettin’ any pussy tonight from your gal. You want some of mine? You’ll have to settle for sloppy seconds, but I’m willing to share after I get done with her.”

Another befuddled look came from the guy, then he turned and took off back to his car where the woman waited.

I had to laugh, but it soon came out as grunts as Fred pushed me so hard into the car that I thought I was going to have a permanent Mustang logo tattooed on my right thigh. The final thrust and I could feel all 10 inches of his thick cock spurting his love juice in my willing love canal. I’m glad I have a towel in my car. I’d be sticky and smelly if I have to go in the restaurant with cum seeping down my legs!

Fred handed me my clothes that he’d almost ripped off me earlier, then pulled up his jeans. Even just having had sex, his cock still seemed big. Going “Commando” suited him. It was almost as if he’d not even had sex, his member was still big enough to fill out the front of his jeans, and manage to slip its way down the left leg of his jeans. Damn! How did I get so lucky as to get a well-hung man, as well as a well-hung horse?!

I cleaned myself up with the towel in my car, straightened up my blouse, and strode into Pasta Bella’s with such a hunger for shrimp alfredo, I thought I’d burst. Dinner was uneventful for the most part. I sat on Fred’s left side so he could eat with his right hand and play with my clit with his left. I, however, just sat and enjoyed the dinner, and tried to control my breathing so I wouldn’t lose control of my faculties as I went into a very intense but silent orgasm.

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Part 26

Pasta Bella’s isn’t one of those high-end restaurants, but it’s not cheap either. It’s dimly lit in the evening to add a romantic atmosphere. Faint music plays in the background and people talk softly. Knowing that, it’s more than just the average Joe that goes there to eat in the evening. People go to get great food and great service; not expect to see a couple of horny people getting it on in the parking lot. Which I think made our parking lot make-out session all the more daring and “out there,” for lack of a better phrase. We got “caught” by the one couple outside, but inside the restaurant when Fred reached under my skirt to fondle my wet pussy, I just knew we were going to be kicked out. I mean, I could barely see under other people’s tables, so I knew they could see under ours. In fact, I think I caught the eye of a man staring under our table, but it seemed as if he was trying to figure out what Fred was doing instead of actually knowing what was going on.

We sat in a booth facing the door. Fred likes to see who’s coming and going. In other words, he doesn’t want to be caught off guard if someone comes in and starts … whatever. Keep that in mind, as well as knowing people can see under our table – at least people sitting down around us that happen to look under our table.

As I said, I was sitting on Fred’s left side because he’s right handed. As soon as we sat down, his hand was up my skirt playing with my bald pussy or stroking my cunny lips – teasing. Always teasing. We ordered our teas, mozzarella sticks as appetizers, and got our salads that come with the meal. All the while, Fred is one-handed due to being pre-occupied with my wet twat.

“What is your fascination with me, Fred?” I asked sweetly. I wanted to know why he’d hung-on to me since yesterday’s fuck-fest at the barn.

“I don’t know what you mean, Maggie. I like you. I like the way you handle things, and not just sexually. I’ve seen you in certain situations and you’ve handled yourself very coolly. I admire that, and I think it to be a quality not very strong in some women. You turn me on.”

“So, you’re not just fondling me to turn yourself on and get a ‘thank-you-blow-job’ when we get back to my place?”

“A blow-job would be nice,” he agreed, “but that is not the reason I’m fondling you. I like your … womanliness, to put it nicely (since we are in a nice restaurant). I want to see if you can handle public fondling as well as animal fondling.”

“And you don’t call bending me over a stranger’s Mustang under a street lamp in the middle of a parking lot fucking me senseless ‘public fondling’?” I said casually. If he wanted to see me cool, I could be cool. It’s just that I have to work at it, and he was getting his rocks off seeing if I could keep my cool.

“Oh, that,” he said, and took a sip of his wine. “That was just manly horniness-I-gotta-have-you-now-before-I-explode-and-I-don’t-care-where-we-do-it type stuff. This,” and he shoved his middle finger right into my sopping wet love canal. “This is ‘public fondling’. The difference is, there are people around who can see your reaction – if you have a reaction. I’m just waiting to see how cool you can be through an orgasm.”

Fred’s finger picked up speed and sent me nearly through the roof. Just then the waiter came back with our appetizers just as my orgasm was starting, and all I could do was stare at the man at the table caddy-corner from us. My mouth worked, but no sound came out, and the waiter asked if the food was okay so far all the while looking at me, then over his shoulder at the man I was apparently looking toward. Fred never stopped his finger invasion, but told the waiter that everything was fine. My vulva clamped down on his finger during the orgasm, so once it subsided, Fred pulled it out and stirred his drink with his wet finger, then licked it to get the taste of both me and his tea. He started to put it back in me when I protested.

“Uh uh. You wash your hand first,” I warned.

“What? Why? You let me just now and you were fine with it. What’s the problem?” Fred asked, getting defensive.

“What you may not know, Fred, is that a woman can easily get a yeast infection when anything sugary is introduced to her privates. If you want to make love to me any time soon, you will not put your hand back under my skirt until it is properly cleaned. Putting it in your mouth is NOT properly cleaned. I do not want an infection, therefore, you will either wash it in the bathroom with soap, or you will refrain from touching me the rest of the night.”

Put to it clearly, Fred could see I was not joking. He quickly got out of the booth and went to wash his hands. I giggled as he stood up as he tried to hide his boner. “It’s been less than 30 minutes. You sure do get turned on easily.”

He looked at me and rolled his eyes, took the linen napkin from the table and tried to hide the tent in his pants as he walked to the bathroom. The guy at the nearby table looked up as Fred passed by and snickered. A few moments passed, and Fred came walking back with a bit more dignity.

We enjoyed our meal. Fred kept his fingers buried in my twat the whole time we were there with his palm pressing on my pubic mound, grinding it against my clit occasionally. I kept cool, but when it came time to leave, I could barely stand. I’d had at least five major orgasms, and up to 20 small ones. My legs just couldn’t hold me up, it seemed. I know it looked as if I were drunk, but I hadn’t had any alcohol at all. My body was weak from Fred’s invasions. It just, how do you tell that to a restaurant full of people? I still don’t think the man knew exactly what Fred was doing to me, but I think he had a clue. As we were leaving, and I was leaning on Fred, I took a glance at the man and he winked at me. Ah, well.

Fred followed me home and walked me to the door of my apartment.

“I’m sure you want something in return, but honestly, Hon, I don’t think I could do anything for you tonight,” I told him honestly. “I’m tired. Dr. Rose told me to go to Cherry’s tomorrow and try to figure out what’s wrong with one of her boarder’s mares. She’s in heat, but not receiving any stallions.”

“Yeah, that’s Sassy,” Fred said matter of factly. “Her owner, Susan, wants to breed her, and she’s been teased by High. She shows all the signs of heat, but she’s been kicking at him when he comes near her rump.”

“Susan wants to breed her to High?” I asked.

“No. Wants to breed her to some Thoroughbred.” Fred shook his head. “Susan thought about getting Sassy artificially inseminated, but thought that Sassy needed the experience. Every mare, I think, and Cherry persuaded Susan, needs to be properly bred the first time – maybe even a second – to experience something going in and coming out of that canal, if you know what I mean.”

“Well, thankfully with my gift, I’ll be able to talk to Sassy to see what’s the problem. Until then, I need a good night’s rest. I’ll see you tomorrow around 10, okay?”

Fred reaffirmed. “Ten. Sounds great. Oh, will I be getting sloppy seconds to a horse or dog, or will I get first dibs on you?”

“Fred, you’d better be teasing. I’m going to bed, and you’re going home. Good night.” And I quietly closed the door. I heard him chuckle on the other side of the door then walk down the stairs. I took a shower then crawled into bed. I usually like to go over the day as I drift off to sleep. There was no drifting tonight, though. I felt the shroud of sleep fall over me like a heavy blanket. Next thing I know, it’s 6 AM and time to start another day.

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Part 27

After a long, hot shower, I dressed in a pair of nice jeans and a yellow V-neck tee shirt. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail that bobbed when I walked. Knowing that I’d be at the barn today, I pulled on my Ariat ankle boots and pulled the jeans legs down over them. I slipped on a light fleece jacket and headed out.

It’s only been several days since I found out that I have the gift of animals talking to me, so I’m still getting used to the idea. As I walked down the stairs of my building, I hear squeaks and chatter. The noises grow as I descend the stairs, so whatever it is, it must be under the stairwell. Before coming upon the scene, I determine that I hear either mouse or rat squeaks, but I couldn’t figure out the chatter. Rounding the stairs, I carefully look around to see two small mice chatting about what to take from the small pile of rubble under the stairs. See, some tenants like to put things under the stairwell that they can’t use, but if it is in good enough shape, others are able to take and use them. So, it’s not garbage, it’s just not needed by some. Apparently the mice think they can take some of the lighter things like dish towels or aprons and use them for their nests. These two weren’t arguing, but just discussing what could be good for the nest.

“This one could make it more colorful. I like it,” one said.

“Colorful? We can’t even see color. What do you need color for? To attract the humans? Nuh uh. This one is made from sturdier fabric. This is the one we need. You know how babies can be when they teethe. The sturdier the fabric, the better.”

“Ah, you’re right about… Quick! There’s a human looking! We gotta go!”

I giggled. “Guys, it’s okay. My name is Maggie. I can hear you, and I believe the sturdier fabric will do nicely for your home. Good luck with the little ones!” And I backed away. I heard a squeak-gasp as they understood what I said, and saw them timidly come out of their hiding place.

“You, you can hear us?” the smaller one asked.

“I can,” I assured them talking out loud. “And I can talk to you like this. I only just recently found out that I can talk to animals. Thankfully, I’m studying to be a veterinarian. I’m going to be able to help critters like yourselves!”

“Oh! Did you hear that, Amos?! She’s able to help us!” the little one said. “I’m Angel, and this is Amos. We’ve lived here our whole lives. I want to fix up a nest for our little ones when they come along.”

“Well, welcome to the building. I have to go now. I’ll see if I can’t drop something by to eat when I get back, okay?”

“Amos! She’s gonna drop us something to eat! Well, maybe. But that’s better than nothing! Oh, thank you, Maggie!”

“No problem,” I assured her. “You get that apron in there before someone else comes to take it. Happy house warming!” And I walked off chuckling to myself.

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I was told to come to the office before I went to the appointment because Dr. Rose had some information to give me about checking Sassy. I wanted to be sure I was well informed and wanted to carry out orders to the letter. This was an apprentice-ship that I did not want to mess up.

“Maggie! Oh, thankfully you’re here! Will you please talk to the hound in room four? The bitch keeps dragging her tail-end on the floor, but when I go to examine her, she snaps at me. She doesn’t even like her owner to touch her, and normally she’s a good dog.”

“Sure, Dr. Rose. What’s her name?” I ask.

“Lucy. Of all names to name a dog. Lucy?” Dr. Rose walked off mumbling about the dog’s name, and I walked into the room we’d set aside for the bitches.

“Don’t come near me,” I heard Lucy say through her growl.

“And why not?” I asked Lucy in a commanding tone. That tone set Lucy on her heels. Well, it was either that, or the fact that I answered her. I saw a surprised look on the dog’s face. I guess until word gets out that a human can hear them, animals everywhere will be surprised that they’ll get answered by a human.

“I just don’t want you to touch me.”

“You’ll have to do better than that, Lucy. Dr. Rose is the best, and your human obviously loves you to bring you here to find out what’s wrong. So, here I am to find out what’s wrong. Here,” I sat down beside Lucy and extended my hand for her to smell. “Let me scratch behind your ear and you can tell me all about it.”

“I bit the little girl. Well, not actually bit her. I didn’t draw blood or anything, and she said she wouldn’t tell her mom, but I bit her!” Lucy rambled like this for a couple minutes and I tried to piece together what had happened. But there was still something missing.

“Lucy,” I said aloud. “Let me get this straight. You bit the little girl, right? She said she wasn’t going to tell. Did she tell on you? Did she break her promise?” I asked as I rubbed Lucy’s head trying to keep her calm.

“No, she didn’t tell on me. But that’s just it! I know somehow the mother will find out and I’ll be sent away. Oh, I’ve heard about going to the pound, and all the horrible things that go on in there. I just can’t go, Maggie! I can’t live like that!”

“Whoa! Wait a minute, there, Lucy. Is that why you won’t let people touch you? You think that someone’s just going to take you to the pound already? No one knows except you and your little girl. What made you bite her anyway?”

“She wouldn’t let go! She had my tail and wouldn’t let go. I tried to nip close to her, and several times I did get close. It’s just one time I actually nipped her and pinched her skin. I didn’t even need a spanking from her because I instantly ran to a corner, then hid under her bed. She came over to me and said she was sorry and that she wouldn’t get me in trouble. But I just know, Maggie! I know that somehow the mom will find out and send me away!” Lucy howled loudly, and Dr. Rose came in instantly.

“What’s going on, Maggie?! What’s Lucy doing cowering on the floor?”

I looked at Lucy and said aloud, “Lucy, I have to tell Dr. Rose. Then we’ll let her figure out what to do. If you keep up this behaviour, you will be sent to the pound.”

Lucy laid down beside me and stuck her nose under my knee. I took that as a consent/confession, so I told Dr. Rose what had happened and what Lucy was dreading. Dr. Rose gave a good natured laugh and knelt in front of Lucy.

“Lucy, look at me. Do you understand me?” Dr. Rose looked at me. “Does she understand me, Maggie?”

“Oh yes,” I assured her. “She’s a very smart dog and very articulate. Go ahead.”

“Lucy, I can understand how you are frightened. But what you did was teach your little girl a lesson. Every child needs to know that there’s only so much a dog can take as far as being teased and tormented. You taught the child that pulling your tail is not something you like and that you’re willing to not be friendly if she keeps it up. You’re also right in thinking that humans do get rid of their dogs for doing so much less than just a nipping of skin, but your owners are not like that.

“I don’t know if you remember, but you were just a puppy when you first came here. Your owners had bought you from the pound because you were the runt of the litter. There was not much promise for your health when you came into my office, but your owners were willing to pay a lot of money to make sure you lived. It took a lot of nursing you to full health, and they did a good job of it. I have a feeling that they will forgive you once they understand what you’ve been feeling.”

Dr. Rose looked at me, “This is where you come in, Maggie. I don’t know how you can convince them that it’s nothing serious and convince Lucy that they won’t take her to the pound once they find out, but they have to know. And it has to be in here. I don’t want drama in my waiting room.” She stood up, and pulled me up beside her. “I’ll send them in.”

I reached down and scooped Lucy in my hands. She didn’t growl, bite or even refuse. She knew that somehow the truth was going to come out. Just as Dr. Rose had said, she sent in the mother and the little girl. The girl, ironically named Kitty, ran over to Lucy, but with one growl, Lucy held her at bay and Kitty backed away. The mother asked if there was anything that can be done.

“Mrs. Long, how long have you had Lucy?” I inquired.

“Ever since she was a puppy. I don’t know, two and a half years. Why?”

“Has she ever acted like this at all, that you can remember?”

Mrs. Long paused to think. “No, I don’t remember. Oh yes, there was that one time when Kitty was younger and she pulled on Lucy’s tail. Lucy did not like that. I remember her growling at Kitty and then sulking herself into a corner. She wouldn’t come out for hours! It was like she was giving herself a time out!” Mrs. Long marveled, and I paused to let what she had said seep in. “Oh my! That’s what she’s been doing! But this time she’d backed herself into the corner and stayed there for a whole 24 hours. She wouldn’t eat or drink anything! I thought it very strange behavior so I had to bring her here. She was a devil to put in the crate and she never once bit me, but she surely was threatening to.”

She looked at Lucy, then looked at Kitty. “Kitty, is there something about Lucy that you want to tell me?”

“Mommy! I promised Lucy I wouldn’t tell! I told her I was sorry and that I’d never do it again!” Kitty wailed, hiding her face in her mom’s stomach. Then Kitty turned to Lucy and apologized again. “I’m sorry, Lucy! I won’t pull your tail any more!”

She turned back to her mother and confessed, “I just thought it was fun, Mommy, to see her growl and reach around like she was going to bite me. Then she really did bite me.”

Seeing the shocked look on her mother’s face made her re-evaluate her words. “Well, not really. See?” Kitty showed her mother her hand where Lucy had pinched her.

“It’s just a pinch, like I got when the nurse had to poke me with the shots for school. It didn’t bleed and it didn’t really hurt. As soon as she pinched me, Lucy ran and hid under my bed. I guess when I went to the bathroom to see it better in the light was when Lucy went downstairs.”

Kitty looked at Lucy. “I’m so sorry, Lucy. I know I promised that I’d never tell, but that’s something I should have told about on myself. I won’t ever pull your tail again. I know you don’t like it. I should have never done it. I’m so sorry.”

I felt Lucy relax. “Mrs. Long, it seems that Lucy was sulking because she didn’t want to be sent back to the pound. Dogs can sense these things. I think she’s sorry that she nipped at your daughter, and that’s why she tried to hide. If you can reassure her that she still has a loving home, then I think,” I reached up to scratch her head lovingly, “I think that she’ll be a better dog.”

“Oh, my yes! It wasn’t Lucy’s fault at all. And as far as I’m concerned, Lucy’s staying right with us.” She looked at Lucy, “C’mon, Honey. Mommy’s got a nice big bowl of roast beef for you at home!” She looked at me and said, “It’s dog food, but once you get it out of the can, you can’t tell the difference!”

I gingerly handed Lucy to Mrs. Long, and Kitty’s hand came up carefully to Lucy’s face. Lucy licked it full force, and Kitty knew she had her friend back.

I felt good after that knowing that I could field a problem that Dr. Rose wouldn’t have been able to. That problem just helped me to understand Sassy’s a little more, though I didn’t know it at the time.

*****

Part 28

Exactly nine fifty-five I pulled into the parking area of the stable named Cherry’s Playground. Three other cars were there besides Fred’s and Cherry’s. I had rehearsed so many different scenarios on the way over, I thought that I could solve this problem. I hoped I could solve it. Dr. Rose was putting a lot of stock in me, and I didn’t want to let her down.

As soon as I entered the horse barn, I could feel the electricity, no, passion is a better word. The passion emanating from the horses. Mostly from the stallions. I’d passed several stallions stalls; some of whom I’d never met. They must’ve just come in. I spotted Cherry in the aisle, and walked up to her. She introduced me as Dr. Rose’s accomplished apprentice. I blushed at the complement, but let it slide by. I surely didn’t want complements to go to my head.

“Maggie, this is Susan, Sassy’s owner,” Cherry introduced. I shook Susan’s hand and found a soft but firm handshake. “As Dr. Rose no doubt has told you, Susan wants to breed Sassy to a well-endowed Thoroughbred. I don’t know if you can feel the tension in here, but the stallions think it should be them, not the TB that gets her.”

“Not to be contrary, Cherry, but I’d describe it as passion, not tension. If I may be so bold, they all want a piece of Sassy, she’s so strongly in heat. I passed several well-endowed stallions just on the way to Sassy’s stall. Which horse is ‘The One’ that Sassy gets?” I asked.

“The big bay in the first stall,” Susan told me. “I had him shipped here to cover Sassy. But ever since she’s been teased by High, it’s as if she wants nothing to do with stallions.”

I looked at Cherry, “How have you been teasing her?”

“Through the stall. She’s let down and winked a lot, then ends up slipping on her own fluids. It’s like she’s scared and she forgets that she’s a horse, or something. I dunno. All I know is that I have some clients that I need to get back to. You do your thing, Maggie.” And with that Cherry left.

“Just what is ‘your thing,’ Maggie?” Susan asked apprehensively.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you, Ms. Susan,” I warned with a shake of my head.

“Try me.”

“All right. Just a few days ago I found out, when I was with Sassy, nonetheless, that I could hear what animals were thinking.” I could see the doubt on Susan’s face, so I continued. “Sassy hates pulling blood, doesn’t she? She tenses up as the blood’s being drawn, then that leaves a huge welt on her neck.”

Susan was stunned that I knew that, but countered: “Anyone who knows horses knows that when they tense up they get a welt. That’s like, Basic Shots 101.” She dismissed with her hand.

“All right. Not that I have to prove anything to anyone about my gift, but Sassy also told me that she would enjoy going on a fox hunt with you.”

Susan gasped. “I’ve never told any one that except for… Except for Sassy! That’s been like my life-long dream, Maggie! I told Sassy that after she’s been bred she and I will go on a fox hunt. I remember her ears perking up as if she’d like to go too! Hey, she got her Coggins test just the other day, right? And there’s no welt! How did that happen; or NOT happen?”

So I told Susan about how I had to get Sassy’s mind off of the ‘pokey thing’ as Sassy called it, and Sassy told me about wanting to go fox-hunting. “Well,” Susan conceded, “It seems as if you can hear animals. Can you hear them all right now?”

“Not all of them at once, thankfully. I only hear those that I tune in to. I’m kinda glad I don’t hear them all. The passion in this place would drive me out of my mind,” I chuckled. “Here, let’s see what’s wrong with Sassy. If there is anything wrong.” And I relayed the earlier problem with Lucy I’d been able to help solve.

“All right, first thing’s first, I need to talk to Sassy. C’mon and join me.” Sassy’s head was facing the rear of the stall since that’s where her hay was. She was happily munching when Susan called out to her. Sassy’s head turned quickly, and as she noticed who was at her door, she snickered. “Oh yay! She’s here! She’ll take me fox hunting!”

“She’s happy to see you, Ms. Susan,” as I seemingly stated the obvious.

“You can call me Susan. And it does seem she’s happy to see me. I like that about Sassy. She’s always been a great, happy companion.”

“Did you know she’s really looking forward to going fox hunting?”

“She said that to you?” Susan shook her head.

“No, not to me. She did say, ‘oh, yay! She’s here! She’ll take me fox hunting!’ She sounded very confident that she’ll be going soon.”

Susan looked at Sassy, “Remember what I said, Honey?” she cooed. “I said that as soon as you’re bred that we’ll go fox hunting.” Susan looked at me, “Oh, it’s no use. She can’t understand.”

“Why not?” I asked her. “She understood that you’d take her fox hunting. Why, then, can’t she understand that she has to be bred first?”

“You think she does? If you can, will you ask her for me?” Susan pleaded.

“Can and will.” I entered Sassy’s stall and allowed her to sniff me. “Hey, Sassy-girl. You remember me?” I tried not to let on to the tryst she and I had just a little while ago. I remember my face being buried in her snatch; licking up as much of her love juice as I could. “I see you remember Susan’s promise to go fox hunting,” I said and turned to Susan giving her a thumbs-up.

“I see you forgot one important thing, though,” and Sassy turned to face me head-on.

“Oh? What’s that?” She got very confrontational right then.

“No reason to get upset. You just forgot the fact that you’re supposed to be bred before you go out.” I kept the tone light, but kept it verbal and not all thoughts. I wanted to make sure Susan knew what I was saying that I wouldn’t sway Sassy. “She got confrontational, did you see? She loves the idea of you two going out.”

“Oh, Maggie! I did forget, but I don’t want to be bred!” Sassy pleaded.

“Not want to be bred? Why not? It’s a great thing to be a mother. What’s wrong with being bred?” I asked as I stroked Sassy’s slick neck.

Sassy was fidgeting now. Her tail was swishing, and her back feet could not stand still. Susan noticed her agitation, and started to call me out of the stall.

“Hold on a minute. I can get the reason. Just be patient, Susan. This isn’t hurting her.” I was a bit more forceful than I wanted to be, but I had to know what was making Sassy so antsy.

“The place where his … ‘thing’ goes.” She swished her tail even more now.

“Okay, what about the place where his ‘thing’ goes?” I eyed Susan and saw her slack-jawed response.

“It will hurt, I know it will.” Sassy all but whined.

“Okay, let me talk to Susan about it, and we’ll see what we can do, okay? Go eat your hay and we’ll be back in a little bit.” I took Susan by the arm and led her out of the stall. Once it was latched properly, I led her to the tack room where I was certain Sassy couldn’t hear us. Out of her earshot, I had myself a good laugh.

“Susan, your horse is afraid of breaking her cherry! She’s afraid that sex might hurt!”

Hearing that, Susan had to laugh. “Who’d have thought that a horse is worried about being a virgin!”

Just then, Fred walked in and said, “Who’s a virgin?! I know you’re not,” and he sneered at me.

I back-handed him in the stomach. “Shut up and go away,” I snickered. “Susan and I are trying to figure out how to let Sassy know that sex will not hurt her where the ‘thingy’ goes, as she puts it.”

“I can help her with that,” Fred volunteered.

*****

Part 29

“Not this time, Fred. This is something that Sassy’s gonna have to conquer on her own.”

“Actually,” Susan piped in, “Fred’s got a point. Couldn’t we just get like a huge – I can’t believe I’m suggesting this… Never mind. I don’t think it’ll work.”

“No, no. Go ahead. Get a huge what?” I asked, but I thought I knew where she was going.

“Hmm, get like a huge dildo. We can gently glide it in and that way Sassy can know that it’s actually pleasurable and not painful as she thinks.”

“Susan, I think you may be on to something! Let me talk to Dr. Rose to see if there will be anything bad that may come from doing this. In the meantime, you go groom Sassy and just talk to her.” I saw a look on Susan’s face that showed doubt that Sassy would even listen. “Look, I know you cannot understand Sassy, but just trust your gut. Look at her body language. She knows you’re not going to do anything to hurt her. Just keep loving on her and soothing her. I’ll be right back.”

We walked out of the tack room, Fred going back to his business, Susan to Sassy’s stall, and myself to my car. I wanted total privacy as I talked to Dr. Rose. Besides, being in that passion-filled stable was enough to get me sexually turned on again! If I’m turned on, I can’t concentrate.

I dialed the number to the office, but Marie told me that the Doctor had been called out on emergency and that if I had anything come up to make a decision on my own. Dr. Rose and I would discuss it when we saw each other that evening. I was scared. What if I make the wrong decision? What if I do something that would essentially hurt Sassy or have her distrust stallions – or people for that matter?

I had to take a deep breath. “What if’s” aren’t getting me anywhere in life, so I had to just pull myself up and make a decision. That’s just what I did.

”God! Walking into this barn is like walking into a whorehouse! The stallions are crazy with sexual energy. Even Cherry could feel it! Oh, God, I’m so horny right now. I wonder if… No, Maggie. Keep your head on straight until you get this puzzle solved.” I did often talk to myself, but usually out loud. I feel that if I talk to myself out loud that I can solve a problem with a little more ease. Thing is, I didn’t really want people to think I was crazy, so I had to keep all my thoughts about my hesitations to myself. Sigh.

So all of that was as I was walking back to and into the barn. As I walked up to Susan, the plan finally came together.

“Susan, Dr. Rose was called on an emergency, so I was unable to talk to her. The receptionist at the office told me that I was to make any decisions on my own, but something as big as this, especially since it concerns your horse, I cannot make it without your input.” Susan nodded, and I continued. “I love your idea about getting a dildo and using that. Thing is, I don’t know of many novelty stores that carry dildos as big as a stallions di…. Um, penis.”

A huge smile crossed Susan’s face and she commented, “Go ahead, you were going to say, ‘dick’ weren’t you? You’ve been hanging around Fred too long.” She giggled. “I probably have the worst potty mouth, so I don’t care what you say or how you say it,” she affirmed.

“Well, I thank you for the permission, but that wouldn’t be very professional of me. Therefore, I need to guard what I say and how I say it.” I shifted slightly and leaned on the outside of Sassy’s stall. As I looked in to see her eating hay again, I offered my idea. “Here’s what I think we can do. Since we only have a couple more days that she’ll be in heat, we’ll need to find something to use as a phallus. It doesn’t have to be big at the beginning. Just something to stick in there and ‘have sex’ with her. But, it has to be something soft and pliable.”

“Maggie, do you know what kind of barn this is that Cherry’s running?” Susan asked.

“Cherry’s Playground? Yes. It’s a place where people’s fantasies of…” and I hesitated because I wanted to think about how best to put it. But Susan finished my thought.

“Fantasies of having sex with animals can come true and they not have to worry about any sort of legal consequences.”

“Okay, since you put it like that, yes, I know it to be that sort of place.” I agreed.

“Then do you know,” Susan implored, “What it is like to have sex with an animal? To be made love to by someone that’s not human?” She snickered. “Sounds like having an out of body experience.”

“It is like having an out of body experience, Susan,” I agreed.

“Then you HAVE had sex with an animal. Would you tell me what kind?”

“I will,” I promised, “But tell me where you’re going with this line of thought.” I said. I was so turned on, that I could just strip right there and take all the stallions one right after the other all the while munching on Susan’s snatch – if she’d let me.

“I have a theory, but I want to know just how far you’ve gone in your love with animals,” she said as she too leaned against Sassy’s stall. Susan’s breasts were squished together. Her shirt was between her breasts making her cleavage even more deep and inviting. I wanted to show off what I had, so I mirrored her stance. My cleavage was showing a bit more than hers because of my V-neck and I caught her glance at it.

“Susan, I’ve had my face under Sassy’s tail eating her out. I’ve had my mouth and pussy filled with Duke’s dick. I’ve been fucked by a pig, a bull, and more importantly a horse… High, nonetheless. At the office with the girls, I’ve been double-dildoed, licked, and eaten; and got to give the same treatment to them. I’m not a whore, but I’ll whore myself out to any animal it seems. What’s your theory?” I replied saucily.

“Wait, you ate out my horse?! AND you’ve been fucked by a pig AND a bull? Here? At Cherry’s? I thought they were off limits!” she exclaimed incredulously.

“Well, they were,” and I explained how Cherry got me to get them to come to trust human females.

“Wow. It seems you really are a miracle worker, Maggie. But let’s see if we can help my Sassy, okay?”

“Deal,” I said. With that, we went into the tack room once more to discuss the finer points of letting Sassy know that sex doesn’t hurt. We had it planned. Now, the thing was, getting Cherry to agree with our plan, and being able to pull it off in front of Sassy without it looking staged.

*****

Part 30

“All right, that sounds fine, Maggie,” Cherry said. “I hope this works out. I’ll be interested to see it all come into play.”

“You’re not the only one, Cherry,” I sighed. “Well, let’s get the show on the road. Fred, you go get High while I get myself ready. Anyone seen Duke?” I called.

“Yeah, he’s in the wash rack watching the farrier trim Darlin’,” Cherry called back. “You know how Duke loves to chew on the scraps of hoof Tim throws at him.”

“Eww, his breath’s gonna stink. Anyone know where a dog bone is?” I asked.

Fred came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered in my ear, “Just let him lick your pussy. That’ll get his breath smelling better. Then when you french his tongue, you’ll taste yourself. Oh, God,” Fred grabbed my hips and thrust his pelvis into my backside where I could feel his dick growing. “Girl, you got me horny just thinking about watching Duke fuck you.” He spun me around to face him. “Who else gets you today?”

“Why, Fred! I think you’re jealous!” I laughed.

“Damn right, I’m jealous! Who else gets you today?” He gently demanded again.

“Fred, we’re doing this for Sassy, remember?” He tilted his head in expectation of my answer. He wasn’t going to let me get off the hook that easily. “All right, all right! High gets me after Duke.”

“Double damn!”

“Fred, I’m not going to be satisfied, though. Why don’t we make a date tonight.”

“Sloppy seconds?!” Fred’s eyes lit up.

“Sure, if you want it that way. Or, I can clean up, and you get me fresh from the shower. Your choice.” I leaned against him letting him feel my breasts against his chest; my nipples standing out rubbing against the soft fabric of my tee-shirt; my hands running up and down his broad chest.

“Awe, fuck, Maggie! Why you gotta make my decision so hard?”

“It’s not a hard decision if you think with the right head,” I said as I grabbed the bulge in his jeans.

*****

Susan chuckled at our playing, but I shoved Fred away. “I gotta be able to think clearly, Fred. I want Sassy to know that sex is good and feels good. I can’t have you putting distracting thoughts in my head.”

“Awe, Mags, please?” Fred actually groveled on bended knee.

“No, Hon. Now, I need you to go get High ready for me, okay?” I then turned to face Susan, but wheeled around back to Fred, “On second thought, just get Duke. We’ll be in front of High’s stall, and I don’t think it will take long for him to ‘get ready’.”

“We’re not breeding her to High are we? I wanted to breed her to the big Thoroughbred in the first stall,” Susan asked.

“No, no. She’ll get bred to the TB, but High is for me. After he’s mounted me – or you if you want him – Sassy can see that it’s a walk in the park. I’d actually rather High be able to mount a mare so she can see what it’s like, but…”

“So breed a mare, already,” Cherry interrupted. I looked at her, not believing what I’d just heard.

“Cherry, you – you WANT a foal around here? I mean, they’re so much work, and…”

“Maggie, I’ve been meaning to get the older mare Prissy bred, but just haven’t been able to get around to it. This is a perfect time. She’s in heat, and High loves her – I think quite literally. They get along so well. That way, Sassy can see that even a smaller horse can take a dip-stick.” Cherry laughed at her own corny joke, but nodded to me that it would be all right. “Go ahead with whatever you were planning to do in the beginning. I’d like to watch that, anyway,” she chuckled.

“Well, what you say goes, Boss.” And I walked out to the barn aisle to get everything prepared. Susan came up behind me and tapped me on the back as I leaned down to get a brush on the ground.

“Um, Maggie?” she asked timidly.

I turned around quickly to find her big breasts right in my face. As I straightened up, I could see her face was as red as mine felt. “What can I do for you, Susan?”

“Um, I haven’t… That is, I’ve never…” she stammered.

“Susan, do you want Duke?” I smiled.

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t want to get in the way of your job. Because I know ultimately this is what you’ve decided to do as a vet’s assistant, and I don’t want to get in the way of that. Would I be in the way of that if I did want Duke?” she rambled.

“No, of course not. That will be fine. Have you ever had Duke before?” I inquired.

Shaking her head, she replied, “Well, no. I haven’t. I’ve seen other women have him, but I’ve never overcome my shyness of being taken by an animal.”

“Oh, Susan, let me assure you, Duke is NO animal. Duke is a great lover. Thing is, for Sassy’s sake, there will be no foreplay. Duke’s just gonna take you. You’re gonna have to be already on all fours when he’s introduced to you. If you want it to be more than just a ‘fucking’ then maybe it’s best to fore go this time, and he can take you to his special glen.”

“His ‘special glen’?” Susan shook her head. “No. No. I’d rather it be like a rape-type scenario where he just ‘takes me’ rather than I have to think about what to do next.” Susan assured me.

“All righty, then. Strip down. It’s time.” I shrugged.

“Uh, now?!” She asked incredulously.

“Do you need help getting prepared?” I asked, secretly hoping that she’d need my help. I really wanted to put her huge globes of flesh in my mouth and lick her pussy.

“I probably do, but what can you do?” She crossed her arms over her chest as if to protect her massive breasts.

“If you’ll trust me, I’ll get you so wet, you’ll not need any foreplay with Duke.”

Now, remember, Susan and I are in the barn aisle waiting for Fred to come back with Duke. That seemed to have slipped her mind as I stepped closer to her and barely touched her shoulder. That touch brought both her hands down beside her. My hands found their way to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up gradually. She helped by raising her arms so I could pull her shirt over her head and off her body. There they were. Two gorgeously full and round tits with huge nipples standing at attention; straining against the confines of her red lace bra. I dropped her shirt on the ground, and I didn’t even unclasp the hooks; I just pulled the bra down, letting her tits spill over the top.

My right hand found her left breast as my mouth claimed her right nipple. I sucked gently, then a little harder. I eased my left hand down her backside and around to the front of her jeans, easily sliding the zipper down. I’m not quite sure how, but she managed to get her jeans undone and let them slip off her hips. I stopped suckling her breast just long enough to see she was shaved bare, and wore a red lace thong to match her bra. My mouth found her nipple again and my left hand deftly slid between her legs. What I found was quite erotic, and I let an excited gasp escape.

All the while I could hear her moan in pleasure. When I found the sweet surprise, she too let out a gasp then an, “Ohhhhh, yes, Maggie.”

*****

Part 31

Her red thong was split in the middle so it appeared crotchless. That sweet surprise was heightened when I slid my hand between her legs to find her clit was already poking out. My fingers rubbed against it obviously eliciting her gasp.

I was so turned on right then. I don’t think I’d ever actually wanted to make love to a woman, but Susan gave me that desire right then. Of course, the past couple of days I had fucked and been fucked by women, but this desire to please Susan was almost overwhelming.

I’d faintly heard a staccato clicking on the stable floor announcing Duke’s arrival. Since Susan was the only one undressed, Duke made a bee line to her. No doubt he smelled the erotic scent of her arousal. I know I could, even being in the midst of a horse barn. Duke stuck his nose right into Susan’s backside making her jump, which in turn made my finger slide that much easier into her twat. She stood humping my hand for a moment until she realized what was happening.

“Oh, Maggie, your touch is so… magical. It’s no wonder the animals put their trust in you.”

I smiled then reluctantly withdrew my hand from her warm nether-regions. I lifted my hand to my nose and mouth, smelling and tasting her all at once all the while looking into her eyes. At that moment, I felt myself become jealous of Duke. I chuckled, and no doubt Susan thought I was laughing at her complement.

“Here, Susan, let’s get you ready for Duke.”

Duke, on the other hand, was quite ready for Susan. He was nervously pacing around her, sniffing her butt, anxiously waiting to mount her. I lead her to the “mounting” block where humans lay over in order for their animal lover to penetrate them. I made sure she was comfortable, made sure Duke could wait a minute more, then walked over to Sassy’s stall to make sure she was watching.

“Sassy?” I called. “Sassy, Susan’s going to show you what it will be like to be mounted. You’ll hear some noises from both Susan and Duke, but I want you to know that they are enjoying themselves.” I looked over to Duke, and gave a command, “Up, Boy.”

With that, he mounted Susan carefully but forcefully. Apparently, Fred had explained to Duke what was going on, and though Fred cannot understand animals, I knew Duke understood Fred. Duke penetrated Susan after a couple of tries and thrust hard into her. The sounds of sex penetrated the barn, and several stallions sounded more restless than they had been before.

I carefully made my way back to Sassy’s rear end, touching her body the whole time so as to not startle her, watching her tail flick back and forth, and seeing her wink her vulva at no one in particular. “Sassy, I’m going to touch you, just here,” I told her. My hand came down from the top of her tailbone to rest underneath. When she swished her tail again, my hand swished with it and caught her winking vulva. She humped forward just a bit, but was still watching her owner get it on with the dog. I kept Susan and Duke within my peripheral sight, but was wanting Sassy to know that being touched was a great thing. I licked my hand – the same hand that had touched Susan, so essentially I was licking Susan’s scent again – and placed it back onto Sassy’s pussy.

The touch was light, but Sassy felt it and winked again. I felt the wink against my palm, and took that as an invitation. I gently pressed my palm onto her glistening vulva, waiting for another wink. When I felt her muscles pull, I let a finger slip in wet hole. She humped forward again, but kept her eyes on her owner and Duke. Softly, I called to Fred.

He quickly but quietly came to the front of her stall and peered in. “Get a small stool or bucket, Fred.” I said as softly as I could. “I want you to fuck Sassy as she’s seeing Susan get fucked. Go. Quickly!”

He was away the moment I said, “Go.” I’d known for the longest time that he’d wanted to sink his dick deep into a mare, and now that he got the chance, he wasn’t going to let it slip by him. He was back in a matter of seconds with a twelve inch tall stool with a wide base. One that seemed specially made with a wide base so as to not tip easily. I figured it was specially made by either Fred or some patron of Cherry’s. Anyway, Fred slipped into the stall, seeing Sassy’s gaze glued to her owner and Duke, carefully made his way around to the back of the beautiful mare. As he was pulling his jeans down, I started up an erotic conversation with Sassy.

“Sassy, Fred’s going to do to you what Duke is doing to your Susan. First, he needs to know how you taste. Raise your tail for him and let him get his head underneath.”

I saw her tail automatically raise. She never took her eyes off of Duke or Susan. It didn’t matter how much racket the stallions were making; it didn’t matter how much noise we made behind her. Her focus was centered on Susan. I tried to read her thoughts, but they were jumbled and hard to differentiate. Thing is, from her lifting her tail, I knew she was ready, whether she knew it or not.

“Fred, she’s lifting her tail for your face.”

“She wants me to eat her out? Oh, hot damn!” And he dove in to her vulva face first. I could hear him slurping and licking, and see a wink from her every once in a while. When she winked, Fred was there sucking on her. Once, she let down and covered Fred’s face with her juices, but he didn’t care. After a few moments, he looked at me to see if it was time to plunge in. I chuckled at his wet face, and nodded. Fred firmly stepped up on the stool and thrust his 10 inch cock fully into Sassy’s wet pussy. She hunched forward and gave a stamp of a front foot, but then leaned back a little into Fred’s thrusting. He was fully submerged into Sassy’s pussy and she was enjoying it. She put her head down and rocked back and forth as if she was fucking his dick instead of him fucking her. Fred’s right hand took hold of her hip while his left held her tail to the side. He thrust hard four times, then eased up several more, only to thrust hard again. Sassy’s head stayed down as she rocked back and forth into him.

Outside the stall, in the barn aisle, I saw Duke was nearing his end. Unlike most dogs, Duke really can hold a fuck for more than just several minutes. (See, I don’t like it when most of the stories I read say, “We were knotted for 30 minutes as Dog came into me.” Dogs get knotted because the bitch’s vulva is much too small for the male to exit after their ‘time together’. Very rarely can a male dog actually knot a female human unless he is considerably larger than her, and his knot is larger than her vaginal opening. Duke, though, can maintain a certain time because he’s been trained by Cherry to slow down and enjoy all the erotic sensations of the human female.) At least ten minutes had gone by since Susan was mounted by Duke. I could see she loved it. I knew that she was hooked. What bitch couldn’t get hooked by fucking Duke?

As Duke pounded into Susan more forcefully, Sassy’s head raised with the increasing noises coming from the aisle. She looked once again to her owner being pounded by the dog. One thought I caught from Sassy was, “I can’t wait to have a stallion inside me. Fred’s good, but I bet a stallion’s better.” I smiled to myself, and thought I’d better not tell Fred that last part. He was on the verge of cumming too. I coaxed him to try to time his cumming with Duke’s. He looked out of the stall to see Duke’s hammering into Susan, and tried to match his pace. Sassy and Susan both moaned with pleasure at the same time, as the boys dumped their loads into their respective females. All that I had seen in the last 15 minutes had me cream my panties. I wanted even more than ever to eat Susan out as soon as I saw Duke pull out of her and the dam of his cum broke, spilling Duke’s seed all over the barn floor and splashing onto Susan’s thighs.

At the same time, I heard a couple of grunts from Fred as he crammed and stuffed his dick fully into Sassy’s cunt. She humped forward then let out a shrill whinny. He looked at me in confusion, but I told him that he made her cum. His ear to ear smile told me that he was satisfied. “I was the first for her, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, dear, you were. I doubt you broke her cherry, but at least she knows sex isn’t bad.” Then a thought came to me, “Fred, do any of the other mares around here get used in Cherry’s Playground?”

“Actually, only Prissy is used. She’s small enough for most men that they don’t have to use a stool, and she’s more docile. The other mares haven’t been trained yet, so Cherry’s waiting on them. Why do you ask?

“You’ll see later on. Get yourself cleaned up, then meet Susan and I in the tack room. Don’t forget to bring the stool out,” I laughed.

He stepped off the stool and saw Sassy winking at him again. Not caring that he’d just cum inside her, he bent down to suck on her once more. She humped forward again, letting out another whinny, but this one a little less forceful than the first. She was obviously very sensitive there, and I told him so. Having full compassion for her, Fred patted Sassy on the rump and apologized.

I hugged Sassy, and left her to her jumbled thoughts, and strode over to Susan, who was actually knotted with Duke. He could have easily pulled out, but again, he was trained to stay as long as he could with a human female, so he turned around while still in her sopping pussy; now tail to tail with Susan. I walked to Susan’s face and knelt down. Her smile was all I needed to know that she was hooked.

“Maggie, He’s amazing! His… cock actually reaches places that I know no man has ever touched.” As an after-thought she added, “Wonder what Cherry’s gonna charge me for an everyday tryst with Duke? There’s just too much for it to not be everyday!”

I chuckled then told her that our plan worked.

*****

Part 32

“You mean, Sassy’s okay with getting bred?” Susan propped her chin atop her folded hands, then moaned. I knew that each movement she or Duke made sent different sensations through her pussy, adding to the erotica. “Oh that’s wonderful! I can’t wait, oh, oh, oohhhhhh!”

“Oh, that’s so damn good! Her pussy’s clenching my dick and I think she’s milking it for more!” Duke was panting while looking back at Susan. She obviously had excellent muscle control in her pussy. Muscle control I was hot to find out for myself.

“Susan,” I said, “When you’re… done with Duke, Cherry and I will talk about the best possible time to breed Sassy. In the meantime, would you like to be alone with him?” I was sincere, but I secretly hoped she would say no.

“Is it gonna hurt when he pulls out, Maggie? I’ve never… done it with a dog, and he’s obviously got something super huge inside me that won’t allow him to pull out.” A worried look crossed her face, so I sat down on the barn floor to explain what was happening.

“Susan, that something ‘super huge’ is called a knot. All male dogs have one. It plugs up the vaginal canal of the bitch so no sperm escapes, allowing a better chance for the bitch to get pregnant.” I saw a horrified look cross Susan’s face just then, so I added, “Don’t worry. Human women cannot get pregnant from canine sperm.”

She sighed and I heard Duke whimper. “Is he hurting?” Susan asked.

“He doesn’t seem to be. In fact, just a bit ago, I heard him in ecstasy saying that it felt as if you were milking his dick for more.”

Susan blushed and chuckled. “Yeah, I have that effect. I do Kegels every twenty minutes or so for about five minutes everyday to keep my pubic muscles from collapsing. When ever I move, I’m sure it effects the movements of my… vagina.”

I suppressed a chuckle and told her, “Susan, we are so far less than formal around here, and I’ve only been here about two days. You can let your inhibitions go and be vulgar if you’d like.”

Susan wagged her ass back and forth, eliciting another sexual whine from Duke while she contemplated herself being vulgar. “I think I can do that. It’ll take a little while, but I think I can,” and with that a plop and gush could be heard from her back end.

An “Aw, FUCK!” along with an “Awooooo,” came from both Susan and Duke when Duke could finally be released from Susan’s snatch. She quickly reached under her belly and felt the oozing goo come from her cunt. I couldn’t help but to take a step towards her bum to watch.

“Maggie! What am I going to do?” Susan exclaimed.

“I’ll help you, Susan,” I said excitedly. I think I was going to finally be able to see that snatch up close. I quickly pulled off my pants and thong that were already wet from my creaming them in Sassy’s stall, and dove between Susan’s legs. My torso was off to her left side with my legs splayed wide, while she was still leaning on the mounting block. Therefore she had a perfect view of my glistening crotch. I put my mouth directly under her shaved mound and reached up to play with her clit. No, I couldn’t play with it, I had to suck it. I had to have her taste in my mouth, even if most of it was Duke. I’d get her to cum again, and this time it would be all over my face.

I reached my arms around her hips to firmly take her ass in my hands. Then I licked her as much as I could from clit to taint, and she helped by hunching forward. I wanted to clean her up as much as I could before getting her to cum again. Then, I buried my face in her snatch, closing my mouth over her sensitive clit. My nose went up her love hole, and I shook my face back and forth trying to get my face in as close as I could. I slid my left hand back to play with her bung hole and I sucked her clit hard. She yelped and hunched forward, allowing my finger to slip in her ass. She apparently wanted to return the favor, so she spanked my cunt. I heard the smack before I felt it, but my body’s automatic reaction was to go towards the slap.

Susan lifted herself off the mounting block, then twisted her body to come down on top of mine. She buried her face in my twat, licking, sucking and lightly biting my clit and pubes. I couldn’t help myself; I kept hunching my butt up towards her face, I guess to get her to go deeper. Meanwhile, I was one finger knuckle-deep in her ass and working on getting another in. I felt her mouth close over my sensitive clit and her tongue was working its magic. I’d already cum in my panties when I was in Sassy’s stall watching Fred fuck the mare and Duke fuck Susan. I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to cum with her mouth over my clit. Of course, Susan had already cum when she was full of Duke’s dick, so I knew it wouldn’t be long for her to cum again.

I slid another finger in her ass. Susan pushed two or three fingers in my love hole, fucked me hard for about thirty seconds, then shoved those same two fingers in my ass.

“Oh, GAWD!” I muffled in her crotch. We were both humping towards each other, just ready to burst. Just then, Duke came up behind Susan, mounted her again, and I helped him drive his dick into her ass. She yelped, but took it in stride. Suddenly, I felt the same invasion of my rose bud. I supposed it to be Fred, since I couldn’t see. This four-some really had me going. I tried to hold my orgasm for as long as I could, but getting my wish to fuck Susan, and getting myself fucked in the arse was just too much. I tried to convey that idea to Susan through my gyrations of my sucking motions on her clit and shaking my head in her twat. Apparently, she knew – at least instinctively she knew – because we came at the same time. Hard.

Oh, it was heavenly, though. Because I could feel her fingers in my twat, and whoever’s dick in my bum, I knew she must have been feeling the same way – very full. G-spots were hit simultaneously, and we both humped towards each other’s mouth. This was the second time I squirted. Susan squirted too, and I got a face full of her cum, and most of what Duke deposited earlier right in my mouth. She was so sweet tasting. I’d keep fucking her if I knew she could produce that every time.

Just then, Duke came again in her bum, and whomever was fucking my ass came too. Both pumped their dicks up to the hilt and stayed for only a minute. Since Duke didn’t tie this time, he dismounted and slowly walked over to a stall and gingerly licked himself clean. Susan could then prop herself back on the mounting block, allowing me to see my “attacker.”

It was Dr. Rose!

I was so sure I’d felt the cum of the dick-invader in my ass, but it must have been just my imagination, ’cause there was Taylor with an 8 inch strap-on up buried to the hilt. She saw my look of surprise, then started to fuck me again full force. I knew she knew how much I could take because of what we’d been through the past couple of days. But she had this… sadistic look on her face as if whatever I was feeling didn’t really matter. She was going to stretch my ass and make it hurt too.

I lay there on the barn floor covered in Duke and Susan’s cum with Taylor almost literally fucking the shit out of my ass. Every once in a while she’d reach up and tweak, pull, or pinch my nipple. If she wasn’t doing that, she’d tweak, pull, or pinch my clit. I had no choice but to lift my butt off the floor when she did either.

Suddenly, I heard a voice, “Let me at her. I’ll give her more than that.”

I didn’t recognize that voice, so it took me off guard. I looked around the barn to try to focus on what animal might be wanting to get at me. Taylor wasn’t paying attention to my looking around. She had three fingers buried in my twat just then. It was hard to focus on the new voice.

“Get the fuck up and get cleaned off. Then I’ll show you a good time,” came the voice again.

“Ungh, Taylor,” I grunted. Oh, I didn’t want her to stop, but I wanted to concentrate on the voice. “Taylor!” I said more forcefully. She halted for half a second then plunged back in.

“Stop, please! Stop! Hot sauce, hot sauce!” That got her attention. “I’m hearing a new voice. He wants to get at me. Said he’d give me more than what you’re giving me.”

“And you want more than what I’m giving you?” she asked.

“Not necessarily, I just want to know where this voice is coming from. Let’s finish quickly so I can get cleaned up.”

Dr. Rose took that as her cue to make me cum three more times before she collapsed on top of me. “I’ve had enough,” she said.

I laughed and she looked at me. “I didn’t think you could ever get enough sex.”

“Heh, yeah, I know. It’s just being the guy isn’t what a girl is used to.”

“That’s why we have great butts, Dr. Rose,” Fred chimed in. “The guys that have a lot of sex have very toned butts. We have a lot of endurance too. Unless of course, you can get your hands on a piece of fine ass like Maggie’s.”

My jaw dropped. It sounded like he was just treating me like a piece of meat.

“You know I love ya, Girl,” Fred told me with a wink.

“Yeah, right. Lemme go get cleaned up. Then I’m going to take a walk down the barn to see if I can find that mystery voice.”

*****

Part 33

I didn’t notice before, but I found there was a shower in the smaller tack room. I showered quickly with hot water, and made sure to use the detachable shower-head to clean out my pussy and ass. If I was going to find the source of that mystery voice, he was going to have to make me wet all by himself. I wasn’t about to let him get in me for free.

I got dressed, but I did leave my panties in an empty locker. They were too wet from creaming them earlier, and I forgot to take them into the shower with me to clean them off.

I noticed how long the barn aisle was as I was trying to find that voice. Again, thankfully my gift was only allowing me to focus on one voice at a time, so as I walked to every stall, I only heard the horse that was in that stall. I paid attention to my boot heels clicking on the concrete floor so I would not have to look in certain stalls. (Just looking in High’s stall got me hot, and I had to walk right past his stall to get to the newer stallions that came in that day.)

As I stood outside a huge chestnut Quarter Horse’s stall, I saw him with his rump towards me. His hindquarters were at least two and a half feet wide. He was very muscular in all the right places. I could tell he was a show horse, and not just a breeder. He got me to chuckle as I “heard” him “ooh” and “ah” over every morsel of hay that he ate. His “tone” wasn’t anything like the voice that I’d heard earlier, so I bypassed him without disturbing him.

The next stallion I came to was a tall, jet black Thoroughbred. “This must be the guy that Susan wants to breed to Sassy,” I said to myself.

“Breed to Sassy? Humph. I’m much to good to breed to her. I need a gal who can take my dick without whining. A girl that I can stick my dick into her up to the hilt and she still begs for more. A girl like you, Maggie.” And he swung around.

I tell you, I’ve never seen such passion, no, lust, in a horse’s eyes as I saw in his. He was mesmerizing. Almost as if he had those little swirly thingies in his eyes to hypnotize me. I did chance to look away, but not before he made a blush come to my face. I shook my head in disbelief. How could a horse do that to a person?

Suddenly I realized that he heard me and answered me. I took a peek at his temporary name card (the kind that Cherry gives to the horses that don’t stay for more than two or three weeks).

His name was Weird Emperor.

“Weird Emperor? What kind of name is that?!” I said aloud.

“Certainly not a name I would have chosen for myself, but it works. Do you like what you see?”

It was then that he turned sideways for me to see his off-side (the right side of the horse to those of you who are not ‘horsey’ type people). He too was well-muscled like the QH, but his weren’t like the steroidal type that bulge out every where. He wasn’t sleek either like the racing TB’s, so I know he probably hadn’t raced anytime within the past year or so. His mane had been pulled to be about four inches long – the perfect length for a Hunter horse but probably better suited to Dressage or even a Three-Day Event (those are types of riding style).

“What are you called, Big Man?” I politely asked. It’s horses like this that you DON’T want to be on their bad side.

“They call me Emperor, or Empy,” he said looking over at me. He turned away from me, and stopped so I could see his near side (left side). He was symmetrical. He was beautiful.

He was HUNG! Oh, HOT DAMN!!! This was the horse that intruded into my thoughts as I was getting pounded by Taylor. His phallus hung down at a perfect 45 degree angle to his body, but every once in a while he’d tighten it and I heard it slap the underside of his belly. Emperor took two side-steps toward me to allow a better look. The head of his beautiful cock was already mushroomed as if he’s just serviced a mare. It must have been at least five inches in diameter. I wanted so badly to get a better look at it.

It was then that I noticed my pants were wet… again. DAMN!!! He’d already made me cream my pants. Now I have to walk around with a wet crotch again. I shook my head to try to clear some of the cobwebs he’d made of my thoughts, and turned my back to lean up against the stall. Soon I felt his breath on my neck as if he were sniffing my hair. He nibbled me through the stall bars, but nothing that was worth worrying about.

Just then I saw Cherry and Taylor exit the tack room. I stayed against the stall. I liked the foreplay.

“So, I see you’ve met our newest member, Weird Emperor. Quite a catch, wouldn’t you say, Maggie?” Cherry asked with a twisted smile.

“Is he staying here, then?” I tried to keep the giddiness out of my voice.

“He will for about six months. See, not only do I use this facility to allow adults to create their own bestiality fantasy, but I do train horses for people too. Emp’s here to get some jumping training,” she explained.

“I want to jump you, Maggie. I’ve heard you’re a great fuck. I’ve heard you can squeal, moan, grunt, or just shut the fuck up and take it. Is that what you want from me, Maggie? You want me to fuck your brains out?”

“I want you to stay out of my head for a little while as I’m talking to your new trainer,” I scolded him. Now hush, and I promise I’ll get back to you. But I won’t if you interrupt me again. That’s a promise.”

“Did you hear me, Maggie?” Cherry was continuing.

“No, sorry, Cherry, I didn’t hear you. The Horse interrupted. I told him to back off, or he wouldn’t see me again.”

“You said that to him?” Taylor asked incredulously.

“I told him to not interrupt me again, or I wouldn’t ever get back to seeing him, or talking to him,” I explained.

“Oh, but Maggie, that’s what I was saying. In addition to his owner wanting me to train him to jump, she also wants me to train him to mount her on cue. I’m gonna need your help, Maggie.”

My jaw dropped to the floor. So many scenarios popped through my head with XXX themes pounding me. “You want me to train him to mount on cue,” I repeated the thought incredulously.

Cherry nodded. “That’s what she said. Apparently, she wants to show him in actual shows, but she also wants to show him off to her friends.”

“And how, do you suppose, this is supposed to be done?” I shrugged.

“That’s where your gift comes in, Maggie. You can get inside the horse’s head and tell him what’s going on, what’s about to happen, and what he’s expected to do. Has he spoken to you?”

“Oh, hell, yeah,” I quipped. “He’s the one I heard that wants to pound me into fucking oblivion,” I said, rolling my eyes. “What’s gonna happen when he’s at a show, sees the cue to mount her, but mounts an innocent by-stander?” I wondered aloud.

“Hmmm,” Cherry hummed as she thoughtfully rubbed her ear. “How is his grammar? Does he have good diction?”

“His grammar and diction are very clear. His vocabulary seems extensive too.” Just then I felt a puff of air through my hair as Emp lightly snorted. I took it as a laugh. I held my finger up to signal to Cherry and Taylor that he was about to say something to me.

“Let me just show you my vocabulary. Maggie, I know you’re an exceptional person, and that you have a gift that is very rare among humans. But the humans I’ve been around have had exceptional personalities and terrific vocabularies. They’ve always talked to me as if I was one of them. I couldn’t help but to learn what they were saying and what they meant.

“I know what my owner wants me to do to her and for her, but she seems so much like a mother to me, that I don’t think I could fuck her even if I had a ten foot prick and she were in another room. I’m willing to learn to jump correctly in the show ring, but I’m not sure I’m willing to jump my own owner’s bones. Please convey that to them.”

I looked at Cherry and Taylor, “We have to talk.” I immediately started for the large tack room so we could all sit comfortably and be able to discuss what to do because of this new revelation. I was conflicted. I could almost literally taste and smell the want of sex emanating from this huge black Thoroughbred. But I could feel his heart that he really didn’t want to hurt his owner. Just then, I told Cherry and Taylor to wait for me in the tack room, then I went back to Emp’s stall.

“Empy, you said that you wanted to fuck my brains out. Have you ever fucked a human before?” I asked aloud. A little too loud, because I heard a bang from a horse a couple stalls down. A stall that could only be High’s.

“No, I’ve never had a human before, Maggie. But when I saw Duke taking that woman Susan, and I heard Fred having his fun with Sassy, I thought of how well I’m endowed, and how that I’d probably tear my owner up. She’d never want me after that. I don’t want to hurt her. But I do want to experience what it’s like to take a woman, Maggie. I want to take you.”

I nodded thoughtfully. I understood what he was saying, but apparently he didn’t know that a woman’s pussy could stretch and lengthen to encompass just about anything that enters it. At least with training, it can.

“Okay,” I told him. “I’ve still got to talk to Cherry about this, but I think we’ll be able to come up with a solution soon. Go relax. I’ll be back in a little bit.”

Emp turned to the back of his stall where he had some hay left over. His prick smacked his belly again, then he relaxed it so it would ‘disappear’. I walked to the tack room pondering how exactly we were going to get Emp to understand that even sometimes mothers and their grown sons have sexual pleasures.

As I walked into the tack room, I came upon a sight that had me getting wet again. Apparently the ladies couldn’t wait on me to get back to them, so they started to entertain each other.

*****

Part 34

“Fuck it, girls! I can’t leave you alone for two minutes before you’re in each other’s pants,” I laughed. Tops were on the floor here. Pants were draped over a chair there. Neither one of them ever wore a bra, but thongs were hanging about their necks. “What the hell? Why do you have your thongs around your necks?”

Taylor quickly pulled Cherry’s thong into her mouth. “Bondage, my dear Apprentice. Bondage.”

“So, I suppose then, that you don’t want to hear Emperor’s hesitations about fucking his owner, huh?”

That stopped them cold. “What hesitations?” Cherry asked after struggling to get her own thong out of her mouth.

“Cherry, this horse is well trained already, at least in the art of communication. I believe you could simply tell Emperor what to do, and he’d do it because he understands so well. Thing is, he loves his owner so much that he thinks of her as a mother. He said he couldn’t see himself hurting her by making love to her. In fact, his exact words were, ‘I don’t think I could fuck her even if I had a ten foot prick and she were in another room’.”

That sent Dr. Rose into a giggling fit. One I never thought I’d see from her. “Oh, GAWD, Cherry. A ten foot prick! We gotta make one of those!”

I looked at her as if she’d gone mad. Maybe she had. Or maybe she’d taken something before coming out to the barn today. Anyway, out of the corner of my eye I saw Cherry shaking her head.

“Taylor, stop. You’re losing your rapport with Maggie,” Cherry chided. I looked Dr. Rose’s way and saw her instantly sober. She looked at me, and I purposefully kept a blank look on my face. “So what do you suppose we do, Maggie? It was your good idea that Susan get fucked so Sassy can see it doesn’t hurt. Think it would work with Emp? Or maybe if he takes another woman to see how she can accommodate the man, would he change his mind?”

“I’m not exactly sure, Cherry,” I said. “He’s smart, like so many of the other animals here. I think even if his owner were disguised, he’d know it was her. Yet he is willing to take just about any other woman that he comes in contact with. Almost too willing, I’d say. He was very disrespectful towards me, and probably towards the rest of you, only you didn’t hear him.

“Um, could you two put your clothes on?” I interrupted myself. “It’s very distracting trying to have a normal conversation in less than normal circumstances.”

“Oops, sorry,” they chorused.

As they got dressed, we continued to talk about how best to train Emperor and came up with the conclusion that since he really wanted to get in my pants, I would stay away from him for a while. No one was to have him sexually until he showed respect to the women he came in contact with. Cherry, of course, trained him to be ridden on the flat and over jumps.

Several weeks after that incident in the barn, I watched one of Emp’s training days in the arena and was greatly impressed with how well he was doing. I walked up to the fence and stood on the bottom rail. My C cup breasts spilled over top of my crossed arms. As Cherry trotted Emp toward me, she kept talking to him aloud, telling him what she expected him to do. I could see he was trying his hardest to please her. When they got right to me, she sat deep in the saddle and squeezed her legs slightly around his barrel. A move that only the trained eye can see, but one I noticed right away. Instantly he stopped in front of me and stood stock still. His head and neck was straight forward; his ears flicking back and forth every once in a while to keep listening to her leg aids. After about five seconds, she released her legs and he relaxed instantly. His head turned toward me and it seemed he had a friendly smile on his face.

“Whatcha sayin’ to our friend, here, Emp?” Cherry asked joyfully as she looked my way and gave Emp a “Good Boy” pat on the neck.

“He hasn’t said anything, Cherry. It’s almost as if he’s waiting for you to give him permission to talk to me,” I told her.

She gave him a more firm but loving pat on the neck, “Good Boy! You’ve learned respect, and as long as you keep respecting us, you may talk to Dr. Maggie.”

My head shot up toward her when she said “Dr.” as if she knew something I didn’t. She showed me a slight knowing nod as if she would tell me later. I was going to make sure she told me later! Anyway, Emp nodded his head in typical stallion fashion.

“Dr. Maggie! I think I understand why you’ve been ignoring me!”

“Oh, why have I been ignoring you, Emp?” I said aloud. I wanted Cherry to know that he had indeed said something and wanted her to know kind of what was said.

“Because I have treated you that first day with the utmost disrespect. My Lady would be most upset at me if she would have been here. Would you forgive me?”

“Of course I’ll forgive you, Empy! I’m glad that you’ve learned that’s not really the way a woman wants to be treated. Of course, there will be days when we like it rough – talking about sex now – but we don’t like to be talked to roughly. Thank you, Emp.” I looked up at Cherry, “I think we can begin his other training. Would you like me to be there?”

“I’ll talk to Taylor and you in the tack room as soon as I have Emperor cooled down,” she said. She leaned down to feel his chest to see how hot he was. “C’mon, Emp. Let’s walk around to keep you loose and cool you off. Maybe I’ll have Fred hose you down or even give you a bath. After you’re sufficiently cooled down here, that is.”

I heard a grateful, “Oh, that would be wonderful!” from Emp as they were walking away and I chuckled. He had improved greatly over the past three weeks, but even though I’m an optimist, some small part of me wondered if it was all a show. “We’ll see,” I thought to myself.

As I walked slowly to the barn, I couldn’t help but think about what all I’d done over the past couple of weeks that kept me away from Cherry’s Playground – and away from Weird Emperor. Over the past three weeks, Fred and I had been on at least four dates every week when our schedules would permit it. I, of course, kept working hard at Lower River Animal Hospital toward my goal of becoming a full-on veterinarian. With the help of my gift, I could correctly diagnose my patients, but I only relied on that after I’d done a full check up on what “seemed to be the problem.” See, I didn’t want to take advantage of my gift and then one day wake up and it be gone. (Yeah, I know. There’s the pessimist’s head popping up again… But I want to think of it as being practical, not pessimist. *giggle*)

Anyway, there were times when I knew I wasn’t going to be able to see Fred in the evening, so I’d go the Holding Cells and pick me out a dog. One of my favorites happened to be a Golden Retriever. When I was in my early teens, my family had a wonderful neutered male Golden Retriever named Charlie. He lived with us for about ten years, I suppose. He was just a wonderful dog as a companion. Of course, there was nothing sexual about our friendship because I was too young to even know about such things. But he’d sit with his head on my lap and listen to all my woes. I suppose now he might have understood me, but I didn’t think so at the time.

So, in the Holding Cell on the nights when I couldn’t have Fred, I’d go get my friend Waldo. Yeah, I know, weird name, but it’s the one he came with. Dr. Rose rescued him from the pound about a year ago as a two year old. It’s as if he knew he was headed to be euthanized, because as soon as she rescued him, she realized he would do anything for her since she saved his life. Now, he knows his “business” when he’s with one of us. He listens carefully and seems to understand what to do when we tell him what we want.

One day when I got him out of his plush kennel, I had a change of mind and told him, “No, Waldo. Get back in there. I’m gonna let you make me your bitch in your own room.” With that, I stripped down and left my clothes in a pile right outside his kennel door. He hopped back in and turned around facing the door, tail wagging, waiting for me to come in. I used the intercom phone to tell Maria at the front desk to come let me out in 45 minutes – since there’s no way to get out of a kennel from the inside. I think that’s something we’re gonna have to fix soon.

I hung up the phone and got down on all fours. It’s funny now as I look back on that day. That morning I had put my hair up in two pony tails so when I was on all fours, it seemed that I had long doggy ears.

Sniff, sniff “You smell good.” I heard him say. “Come in and close the door.” This was a first time that I’d actually been in any of the kennels, and the size of them really took me by surprise. The door is in the middle of a five feet wide by five feet long by three feet tall “doggy stall.” All the kennels get cleaned twice daily by the other girls that work in the office. When I entered the kennel, I see that Waldo has a grate in the left front corner where he does his “stinky business” and a “bush” that he’s been given to pee on.

It’s washed down the drain in the floor everyday so it doesn’t get rank, so he has to keep putting his scent on it. An intake vent is above the grate and bush so as to make sure the stall doesn’t get stinky. In the right corner near the door is a doggy bed that’s cleaned daily of any hair that might be shed. An area rug is on the floor to simulate the dogs living in a real house, and the walls were painted to simulate a living room area – complete with the fireplace. There were a couple of rope chew toys scattered here and there, but one toy that stood out kinda made me chuckle.

It was a plastic bitch with a “love canal” that the male dogs could use whenever they wanted a release. The vagina part of the plastic bitch was that synthetic flesh stuff that is used on human sex toys. I could see that Waldo had used his many times. The bitch is heavy enough to stay upright, but easy enough for the dogs to move around.

Waldo walked up to his “bitch” and nosed her toward me.

“Does she need to be petted, Waldo?” I asked. Even though he’d been with us for a year, he still wasn’t quite sure of me. I think it was my gift he wasn’t sure of because it seemed he tried to not let me in his thoughts.

He nosed her rear end then licked it then looked at me and repeated the process. I am a mind reader of sorts, so I figured he wanted me to do the same to her. I “walked” over on my hands and knees and began to lick where he had licked. I could smell his scent on her, but it wasn’t too overwhelming that I couldn’t continue. My tongue delved into the opening of the plastic bitch’s vagina and could taste some of Waldo’s left-over cum. I ohhed and ahhed, moaning to show pleasure when I felt Waldo’s cold nose between my legs. My instant reaction was to spread my legs. When I did, I felt Waldo’s tongue delve in between my pussy lips and reach my love hole. My juices had started flowing by this time, and my ohhs and ahhs were real. Every once in a while he’d look over my shoulder to make sure I was doing my job, then he’d get back to licking me.

“Oh, Waldo! Your tongue feels so good on my pussy! I also love to lick your bitch too. Will you fuck me like you fuck her?” I pleaded.

“I’ll fuck you how I want to fuck you, and you’ll be happy with it. You’re in my house now, and I make the rules,” he demanded. His voice was so clear and deep. I couldn’t help but to fall in love with it.

“Yes, whatever you say, Waldo. You’re in charge. Just tell me what to do,” was my reply.

“Roll over, Bitch,” he commanded. “And don’t speak anymore unless you’re told to speak. Whine, gasp, whimper all you want to. Just don’t speak to me. Do you understand?”

I nodded, “I understand.” I wasn’t sure if he just gave me permission to speak, but I thought I’d go ahead and try my luck. I really wanted to know what he was going to do if I disobeyed him. At that moment I can remember feeling really raunchy and wanting it rough.

I rolled over onto my back like he told me to, and he started licking and nipping at my breasts. I held my “paws” out to the side much like a dog would when they’re getting their belly scratched. My knees were bent and legs slightly opened. I could smell my own sweet scent and wanted desperately to touch myself; to masturbate and get myself off. But my patience was soon rewarded.

 

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