Fiona Puts On A Show 3

By Story Teller 101.
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Chapter 7

All week I thought about Claire and her hidden cameras. She had watched me with Mrs. Walden and Adrian, her husband. I could hardly pretend to be just a dog slut. Teena at work had become a little more attentive as well, and I decided that it wouldn’t be long before we got together. Saturday morning arrived, and I was really excited. I liked Claire, and I wondered if she would be dominant or submissive. Either way, I would enjoy her, but after the dogs. I fronted up at the breeding farm as usual, and I found both Claire and Adrian strangely excited. I just put it down to the fact that I was there—a quick cup of coffee and down to the barn to prepare.

“We have some special guests today,” Claire said. “You may recognize some, so your complete discretion is required.”

I said it was fine. I undressed and fitted a mask on and waited to be called. Soon enough, I heard Adrian announce me.

“Please, let me present our sweet bitch who is going to entertain us with several dogs. We will see the dogs are well trained, as is our bitch.”

Claire had already told me that they had sold three of the dogs last week, so only the stray and the Great Dane were left.

Claire let the stray in first. His demeanor hadn’t changed, and he rushed me. “Oh yes, you are a horny boy, aren’t you,” I said as she nosed my pussy.

I looked at the group watching. Claire was right. I did recognize several of the audience. High profile guys with their token young wives. All with their eyes glued to me.

“Come on, boy. I am so horny. Would you like to have your bitch?” I said and knelt with my body over the bench.

After several false starts, he immediately mounted me, found my opening, and drove his cock hard into me. I squealed with delight as he went to town, pounding me and growling his pleasure. Well, I guess it was pleasant. It certainly was for me. There were murmurs from the audience as he tied with me.

“Is he cumming?” I heard someone ask.

“Yes,” said Adrian. “He is just doing what dogs do. Impregnating his bitch.”

My moans reinforced what he was saying. After about five minutes and several attempts, he managed to withdraw, and everyone could see his cock swinging below his stomach. More murmurs. I stayed bent over the bench as I knew the Great Dane was coming. Sure enough, he padded up to me and wasted no time mounting me.

“As you can see, this big dog knows what this bitch needs,” said Adrian. “Later, you will be amazed.”

I knew what he meant.

A couple of stabs and he was inside me, his cock growing bigger with each thrust. I squealed as I felt him deep inside me. “Good doggy,” I moaned. “Drive that big cock hard.”

More murmurs as he fucked me furiously. He was grunting, and I was moaning. I could feel his knot starting to swell, and it rubbed my clit, causing me to cum. It must have been obvious as I heard someone mention it. He then grew impatient and rammed extra hard. I squealed again as he sealed me up. He pumped his doggy juice into me, and after several attempts, he pulled out. My pussy oozed cum out and down my thighs. I also loved that feeling.

I stood up, and my cum-covered thighs were plain to see. I thought that was it, sadly. But Adrian told the audience, “We have a special attraction for you today, ladies and gentlemen. The dog show was merely the first act. My wife Claire has bought a new addition which I sure you will enjoy.”

I watched as Claire entered leading a pony. I was shocked. She hadn’t mentioned anything about it. I had seen videos of horses and ponies, but now I was looking at one for real. Claire smiled at me. The sort of smile I would describe as lecherous.

“Our residence bitch will now show her versatility by engaging with this handsome beast for your enjoyment, and I am sure hers.”

Claire whispered, “Run his sheath as you do with a dog.”

I squatted down opposite the audience so they could see what I was doing. I had barely touched his, and his cock started to appear. I grinned, but as it got bigger and bigger, my grin became a lustful smile. I started to stroke his cock, which was now maybe 15” long. ‘My God,’ I thought, ‘are you trained to fuck?’

“Wow, look at the size of him,” someone said.

The end of his cock was flared, obviously to sort of holding him into a mare while he orgasmed. I couldn’t resist and started to lick around the head and then sucked this huge cock.

“Look at that,” again, a voice said, and I began to rub my clit.

I was now oblivious to everything except the pony’s cock and my need to orgasm. I came with a muffled yell. I wanted that cock in me. I looked up at Claire. It was as if she had read my mind. She moved the bench into position, and I laid down on it. I grabbed that enormous cock and began to force it into my pussy. Failure at first but then success as I feed over half of it inside me. The pony stamped his front hoofs and snorted. He began to move forward, pushed more of his cock into me. I moaned and groaned as I took more of that beautiful appendage.

“Yes. Fuck me,” I screamed, and then he came.

Boy, did he cum. He was like a fire hose. I squealed my delight as he pulled out, and my pussy gushed. The audience sat there stunned as I looked over and smiled at them. Then they began to clap. It was awesome.

I sort of waddled into the back room and the shower. The water felt nice washing over me. I leaned against the wall and touched my pussy. It was a bit tender. My clit seemed enlarged and very sensitive. It made it easy to get myself off. I dried myself and got dressed. I walked up to the house and found Claire just totaling the money.

“I have sold our stray, honey,” she said. “But your darling is still here. I guess I had better get busy and grab one or two of the breeding dogs and train them.”

It was my turn to smile. “Where is Adrian?” I asked.

“He is putting the pony away,” she replied.

I walked up to her and kissed her. “We’re all alone, honey. You promised something last week,” I said.

I kissed Claire again, and this time, she reciprocated. We headed into the bedroom arm in arm. Quickly we undressed and fell onto the bed.

“Adrian will back soon,” she sighed.

“Well, we had been getting settled then,” I replied, and swinging around, we were having a very delightful 69 when I heard Adrian come into the house.

“Are you here, Claire?” he called out and walked into the bedroom. “What’s happening here then?” he said, surprised at what he saw.

Claire looked up and said, “I am getting some of the lickings you got last week, sweetheart. Why don’t you stand and watch while getting some enjoyment.”

He did stand there for several minutes before he got undressed and joined us. The three of us spent the next hour and a half enjoying each other.

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Chapter 8

I told mum that Adrian and Claire had gotten a pony. “Oh, that’s nice, dear. Something else for you to take care of,” she said.

I chuckled as I went to my room. “I took care of him alright,” I mused.

Monday and life resumed as normal. Teena was very keen to know about my weekend. “Oh, the usual,” I said.

But she kept answer for more detail. I suppose I could have told her that I let two dogs fuck me and then took a pony but perhaps I would skip that part. It was getting close to knock off time when she came up and asked me if I would go for a drink. There was no doubt that I was become rather fond of her but kept remembering Mrs. Walden’s warning about mixing work and pleasure. I was sure she could see Teena wanted to be more than a workmate. I said, ok, I was up for a drink. We went into the pub down the road.

“Sit over here,” she said.

It was at the back in the corner. There were only a couple of people at that time, so the corner was well away from the bar. We ordered drinks, and then Teena touched my thigh.

“I want to ask you a question,” she said. “Have you really had sex with our bosses? Both of them?”

I was stunned.

“I know you have,” she said. “They were in the office and had left the intercom on. I heard them talking about you.”

I couldn’t speak.

“Don’t worry Fiona. I won’t tell anyone,” she added.

“Thank you,” was all I could get out.

She leaned out and whispered, “Will you make love to me, darling?”

I turned to look at her, and she kissed me. Judgment went out of the window. I kissed her back.

“Let’s get out of here and go back to my place,” she said.

I said, ok.

***

She had a small apartment a couple of minutes’ drive from work. I was trembling by the time we got into her apartment. Partly because I was fearful about being intimate with a workmate and partly because I was so excited. As soon as she shut the front door, she embraced me, and we kissed passionately. ‘What am I doing,’ I thought. ‘This is so dangerous,’ but as our clothes came off, all sense of foreboding disappeared. We fell onto the bed, and for the next hour, we explored every inch of each other. It was the most intense sex I had ever experienced. We laid hugging each other in a state of sexual bliss. Then she shocked me to the core.

“Do you really have sex with dogs?”

Apparently, my activities with Mr. and Mrs. Walden were not the only thing they discussed.

It was no need to deny it. She had heard what I did in my spare time. I just nodded.

“That is so crazy, darling,” she said and kissed me. “I can’t imagine how that would feel. Having an animal fuck you. Are they brutal? Do they, you know, cum as well?”

It was obvious that she was fascinated by the concept. I gave her a complete picture of what it was like to be a dog slut. Her mouth was quivering as I explained the knot and how they came several times.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “I would like to see that.”

“Really?” I said. “I can arrange it if you want.”

She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, Fiona, I want to see,” she said, and we started to kiss again.

Her pussy was soaked. She was so excited.

***

The rest of the week was a blur. Each night I would go to her apartment, we would have sex, and then she would drive me home. Mum thought it was great that I had a friend. I thought it was great because she opened a bedside table draw and introduced me to a huge range of sex toys. Each night she would drop me off, making me promise to take her to the Saturday breeding farm. And every night, I would kiss her goodnight and promise.

***

Saturday arrived, and Teena arrived just after lunch. She came to the door, and Mum invited her inside. “What are you doing today,” Mum asked her.

“Fiona is going to show me where she works on Saturdays,” Teena said.

“Oh, that is nice. Yes, Fiona really enjoys working with the animals. Don’t you, dear?” Mum said.

I nodded, and we headed for the farm.

***

Adrian came out to meet us. “Oh, you brought a friend,” he said, checking her out.

I gave a little chuckle. ‘No good, check her because she isn’t interested in men,’ I thought but didn’t say.

I took Teena into the barn and showed her where the ‘guests’ sat.

“You mean this is like a live sex show?” she said, looking confused.

“Just sit there, honey, and all be revealed,” I said and disappeared into the back room.

Several minutes later, I could hear voices. Goodness only knows what Teena was thinking. I stripped and put on the mask. I waited, and sure enough, I heard Adrian begin his speech.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,” he began, and I walked out into the barn. “This is our resident dog slut who will show you how well our dogs are trained.”

I looked over at Teena, who was sitting there with mouth open and eyes wide. Claire led in my darling Dane who first licked me, and then, with me on my knees. He mounted me. As he humped wildly and I constantly moaned, I looked at Teena, who was sitting licking her lips. I wondered if she would like my darling doggy.

True to her word Claire had worked with two more dogs, each a little undertrained but enough to know where to stick their cocks. After the three of them had humped me, I went out into the back room. About to get into the shower, Teena came in all excited.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she said. “I had heard about bestiality and seen videos, but I didn’t think it was real. You are amazing,” and hugged and kissed me.

Adrian appeared. “You girls have started without me,” he said, leering at us.

I had to set him straight. “Sorry, but Teena isn’t interested,” I said, trying to defuse the situation.

He didn’t seem to understand. Teena sensed his confusion. “I’m a dyke, my dear,” she said, and she and I laughed.

Adrian turned and left.

Teena got undressed and got in the shower with me. After our shower, I led her into the back room, and we made out. It was even more exciting knowing that Claire was probably watching us. I went and got my pay from Claire. Her smile and wink told me she had been watching. We went back to Teena’s apartment, and I explained every detail of what dog sex was like while we played with some of her toys. I rang Mum and said that Teena had invited me to stay overnight.

“Oh, that is so nice of her,” Mum said. “You have become good friends.”

We are. Teena took out a strap-on dildo.

“I used to use this on a girlfriend years ago. Put it on, darling and show me what a dog does,” she said.

I put on the dog mask and down on all fours. I had her pat my head, and I licked her. Then I got her on all fours and mounted her. She loved it.

“I’m not sure I could really do it,” she said.

“Well, there is one way to find out, honey. And I know just the dog to initiate you,” I said.

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Chapter 9

Teena was showing more than a passing interest in dog sex. I didn’t want to involve her any further in my performances at the farm, but she wanted to go further. Me, pretending to be a dog and fucking her with a strap-on had only made her more curious. Having given her all the facts and taking it all in, I decided to see just how interested she was. Sunday morning, I rang Mrs. Walden.

“Can I come and see you please?” I asked.

She laughed. “See me or see Goldie?” she replied.

“Both really,” I said.

“Well, my husband is going off playing gold, and I’m alone, so come over. Make at 2 pm,” she said.

When I told Teena, she was very concerned. “I don’t want her to know about anything,” she complained.

“Well, darling,” I said. “She knows you’re a lesbian, and she knows you have the hots for me.”

Teena looked at me, totally shocked.

“It will be fine, honey,” I said. “Trust me.”

***

We have lunch on the way and arrived at exactly 2 pm. Teena was still worried and asked why we were going there. “You will see,” I said. “Trust me,” I told her.

We rang the bell, and Mrs. Walden opened the door. She smiled, but the smile disappeared when she saw that Teena was with me. “Can we come in?” I asked.

She stepped aside, and Teena and I went into the lounge and sat on the couch. Mrs. Walden sat down opposite us. There was a silent pause before I began.

“Teena knows everything,” I said. “She heard you and Mr. Walden in the office. You had left your intercom on. She knows about me and you both and also about my love of dogs.”

Mrs. Walden looked at me and then Teena. “Oh, I’m so embarrassed, Fiona,” she said.

“Don’t be Mrs. Walden,” Teena said. “I also know you know about my, umm, sexual orientation.”

I continued, “Teena came with me to the farm yesterday, and I have told her about dog sex. She has expressed an interest. I thought Goldie might be a perfect first experience.”

Now BOTH Teena and Mrs. Walden looked at me. Teena in shock and Mrs. Walden in surprise.

“I know you told me not to get involved with Teena, but her overhearing you and Mr. Walden talking about me sort of negates that does it?” I said.

“I guess you are right,” Mrs. Walden said. “Wait here, and I will get him.”

***

Moments later, she appeared with Goldie. He saw me, and his tail began to wag. “You remember me, boy,” I said. “I have someone new for you today,” and looked over at Teena. “He’s a lovely dog,” I said to her. “Just let him lick you, honey. Pat his head.”

Goldie seemed confused, so I called him over the pushed him towards Teena. Despite her misgivings, she patted his head, and he immediately pushed his nose under her skirt, seeking her sweet pussy. Teena squealed and then laughed.

“He’s licking me,” she gasped.

“Pull your knickers to one side,” I said, and she did and squealed again.

That was soon replaced with a moan. “Oh wow. It feels so good,” she whispered. “I love it.”

I could see she did as her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed.

“Yes, lick me,” she groaned and announced she was cumming.

“Do you want to do all the way?” I asked, but the question was mute.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I want to.”

She stood up and took off her knickers. As I had described to her, she took up position on her knees in front of the couch. Goldie was more than ready and immediately mounted her. With no outside help, he located her pussy and began to pound her.

“Oh yes. God, he’s so big,” she groaned and mumbled as he enjoyed her virgin pussy.

I had warned her about the knot, but she hadn’t fully understood, and as Goldie rammed it home, she learned what it was like to be sealed tight and then filled with doggy cum. By the time Goldie had completed his mission and withdrawn, Teena was totally limp.

“Fiona, that was so… Oh God, I’m such a slut,” she moaned.

“Yes, darling, a dog slut, just like me,” I said.

“And me,” chimed in Mrs. Walden.

Teena stood on shaky legs. Cum oozing from her pleasured pussy. “Come, let’s have a shower,” I said and led her to the bathroom where we both got naked and under the water.

She clung to me, reliving her experience. “It was so weird,” she said. “I never thought it would feel so disgustingly wonderful.”

“A good description,” I said.

We got out of the shower, dried each other, and stepped into the bedroom. Teena squealed, and I smiled. Sitting on the bed was a very naked Mrs. Walden.

She smiled at us. “You didn’t think Goldie was the only one who wanted you did you, Teena?” she said.

Standing up, she embraced us both, and we all fell onto the bed. For someone who told me not to get involved with a workmate, she sure enjoyed Teena’s pussy. The three of us rolled around that bed in a sexual frenzy. At one point, Mrs. Walden told Teena she had always wanted her. Then admitted she wanted both of us. She looked up at the bedside clock.

“We better stop now. My husband will be home soon. I know you won’t want him catching you naked, Teena. We got off the bed and dressed. Passionate kisses all around, and Teena and I left.

***

Halfway home, Teena stopped the car. “Thank you, Fiona,” she said. “I had a wonderful time today. The whole weekend actually. At that farm, you and I together and then today. Thank you for introducing your pleasure to me. I know now why you are into dogs. I don’t know if I will do it again but thank you for today.”

We then headed for my house, and she dropped me off.

“Isn’t she coming in?” Mum said.

“No, Mum, she has to get home and feed her cat,” I said, lying because she didn’t have a cat.

“Oh, OK then. Maybe next time,” Mum said.

I said hello to Dad on the way past the lounge.

“Have a good time?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “We listened to music and talked.”

“Sounds pretty boring, love,” Dad said.

“Anything but boring,” I said under my breath as I went into my room.

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Epilogue

All this was some months ago. My relationship with Teena didn’t cause any problems at work. In fact, it probably made things a little easier. Our relationship with Mrs. Walden didn’t cause problems either. I moved in with Teena soon after our first adventure. Mum was a bit put out, but Dad said it was good that I was branching out. What started as sex soon became love, and we are now engaged.

I continued with my Saturday job entertained Adrian and Claire’s guests. I always take Teena along, and she sits and enjoys watching me. Several times she has had my Great Dane after everyone has left. I know Claire would like to join us. It will happen, I am sure.

We often visit Mrs. Walden when her husband is off golfing. It starts with Goldie pleasuring Teena but always ends with the three of us in bed together. I don’t mind. As I know, I will get to taste Teena’s sweet pussy every day of the week. Also, her toy drawer as well. I love that strap-on so much.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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