Sarah’s Decision (The Golden Pendant) Part 1

By Sue Martin.
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Joe reached across the table, picked up the handmade gold chain, and ran it through his fingers in a sensual manner. He had made the chain himself of pure gold he had panned from the creek, and he had cast the little golden dog paw pendant that hung from it and inserted the sparkling ruby into the center of the paw. It had been intended for his ex, and he had kept it in the hope of her return, but she hadn’t returned. Now he was sitting across the table from this sweet, sexy girl, a woman actually, he knew she was going to earn this chain and pendant before this day was done.

“No, I don’t want him to its embarrassing enough as it is.”

Sarah unexplainably giggled. She had only just met this rough looking old hermit, and yet she was allowing Brutus to lick her panties in full view of this old man.

Joe held up the pendant and chain. “How would you like to be wearing this, Sarah?”

Sarah was biting her bottom lip in concentration. She looked at it closely. It was pretty, and it looked like real gold.

“Is it real?” she asked simply.
Joe smiled. “Yes, it’s real… Real, solid gold and that is a real ruby.

“It’s pretty but strange. What is it?”

“I made it, Sarah, for a lady who liked dogs like you do.”

“What do you mean by like I do?”

“She liked to be licked by dogs and more, here hold it, feel the weight, Sarah.”

Sarah reached out for the shining gold chain and pendant at the very moment Brutus tried to wriggle his tongue under the fabric of her panties. She shuddered and breathed in sharply. Joe saw the reaction and realized it wasn’t the chain alone that had elicited that reaction from the girl across from him. He rose from his chair, walked around the table, put two arms under Sarah’s armpits, and lifted her out of the chair. Sarah stiffened.

“What, what are you doing, don’t touch me,” Sarah yelled.

Brutus growled at losing contact with his prize, Joe said nothing at all, as he helped the almost limp Sarah to the couch at the end of the room and eased her down feet splayed. With a deft movement, he flicked the skirt belt bow free exposing Sarah to the waist. “Now take those panties off and let your dog see what you have for him,” Sarah’s mouth flapped but so overwhelming was the surprise move by Joe she could say nothing as she hooked her fingers into the snug waistband and shimmied the flimsy covering along her thighs and over her knees to the floor. Joe did the rest as he slid her shoes from each foot then removed the panties completely.

Sarah was bewildered, confused with what was happening around her, befuddled at her own reactions or lack of reaction. Those damn biscuits she thought but was too hazy to analyze her passing thought. She should be making a fuss, screaming perhaps but why? She vaguely rationalized to herself that she was only being helped to do what she came out here to do. She wanted Brutus to lick her again as he had last night. Oh! God that was so exciting, bad and exciting. What did it matter that the old man saw? Yes, let him get a thrill out of watching. There was the gold chain; of course, she held the gold chain to her face. It was pretty, was it hers? Oh! She hoped so.

She was naked to the waist partly stripped by an old man she hardly knew, and she hadn’t resisted. She didn’t want to resist, not really. Her foggy brain wondered just what she must look like, but again that fleeting thought wondered and faded as those mercurial dreams do in the period between wake and sleep.

Brutus had a better view of his mistress that she had of herself. Sarah’s sparse patch of pubic hair was plastered with his Saliva and her female gash, normally a tight crease was distended and the inner folds of her covering puffy and plastered back from the tonguing he had given her. He inclined his head to watch her as she lay back on the couch almost lifeless, but not really, legs parted just a little was this an invitation? Brutus was not one to dwell on such things and complicate the obvious. She was there for anyone one to see Brutus saw, and all three men did as well.

Joe was right there in the room, Darrell and Picco in the annex looking through what had been an external window at one stage, but now it was a bag covered void between the rooms. Each young man was restraining a massive bloodhound. That was the task that old Joe had sent them down the slope to the barn to collect his two hunting dogs. He hadn’t said why he wanted the two dogs, but their imagination ran riot.

The hounds were massive beasts, maybe 50kg’s or more, tan and black with sad looking eyes, moist drooping jowls, tongue protruding and long Dumbo-like ears. These animals were well-fed, cared for as evidenced by their thick barrel, and glistening coat that give the dogs a powerful, massive appearance. Sarah was unaware of either the men or the dogs being close by. Brutus sensed, more likely smelled the other dogs but his attention was fully on the human bitch lolling on the lounge before him, her pussy engorged and pink already open from his external stimulation, he moved in tongue lolling.

Sarah didn’t resist. She wasn’t able and really didn’t want to she wanted that delicious tongue against here tenderness, rubbing, probing, lasing wetly across her little nub making it tingle, her tingle. This hadn’t been how she had envisaged this encounter, but she had envisaged it none the less. Joe had somehow lulled her into an uninhibited state, and she reflected again that it was in large part to those damn delicious biscuits of his. There is no way on earth that she would be spreading her private bits in front of him if her modesty resistance hadn’t been lowered in some way.

Joe walked behind the couch and began to undo her blouse. Sarah looked back at him and put her hand up to stop him, but he didn’t withdraw his gnarled paw from her front. Brutus was getting excited he remembered his previous mistress in this very way. He was licking every exposed bit of Sarah’s flesh with obsessive enthusiasm, she was moaning lowly and closed her eyes the better to concentrate on the delicious ministrations of the tongue.

“No don’t do that, Joe,” Sarah groaned.

“Don’t be silly, lass,” Joe cajoled and cupped one of her breasts tenderly.

Sarah squirmed a little but offered little more resistances as Joe eased the blouse off of her shoulders then unclasped the bra hooks. Sarah felt the cooler air on her breasts as they were liberated. Sarah had never been breast conscious, but now that she was totally naked in front of this old man she suddenly was. She need not have bothered about her self-consciousness Joe was quick to appreciate her firm C-sized chest.

“Beautiful … Beautiful titties, lass,” he lent over her shoulder and cupped breasts both together in his rough bony hands.

Sarah shuddered and wriggled her shoulders in a feeble attempt of denial, but neither the old man nor the dog now lapping voraciously was put off.

“Come in lads, leave the dogs tied up for the moment,” Joe called out, and Sarah, who had forgotten about Darrell and Picco made to cover herself by reflex.

“No, Joe, please, not them they can’t see me like this. Please tell them not to come in Joe,” she urged.

However, it was too late for they were already in gawking, mouths agape. Sarah grew tense and stiffened agitation that the young men who she didn’t like that much were seeing her like this. She was totally mortified, totally naked in a room full of men laying back on the couch with the old man pawing her breasts and the dog deliriously lapping her. She hoped vainly for the ground to open up under the shack and swallow them all. Sarah made to rise, but Joe’s hands held her firmly back.

“Steady girl, it’s OK,” the old man whispered in her ear. “No one is going to hurt you. They just want to watch.”

“I don’t want them watching me Joe, please, tell them to go.”

Sarah’s initial reaction was subsiding as Joe continued to tease her nipples and the dog continued to devour her gaping pussy. She couldn’t hide, not now, and Joe told her as much.

“Just relax and let the dog do its thing, you enjoy it girl, it’s a wonderful thing to be sure, seeing the way he is going at you makes me wish I had one of those sweet things to lick myself.” Joe smiled at his own suggestion. “Look at that poor dog of yours.” He pointed to the protruding pinkness between Brutus’s hind legs. “That their poor critter needs his own relief.”

Joe continued to whisper close to her ear as he gently removed the gold chain from Sarah’s fingers and held it up in front of her with the pleasantly heavy gold and ruby medallion touching her nipple.

“You ever fucked a dog before, Sarah?” Joe asked.

“No, of course not,” she denied.

This is yours to keep if you do.” Joe swung the chain so that the cool heavy gold ran teasingly across her hard nipples. “You said it was pretty, Sarah. It is pretty, isn’t it? Now all you gotta do is roll over and let the dog take over. Look at them boys drooling, girl. They wished they were that dog right now.”

A licking was one thing, but real sex with a dog was entirely something else.

“No, Joe, I can’t. It’s not right, it’s dirty,” she was protesting, but there wasn’t a lot of conviction in Sarah’s voice

“No, it’s not dirty, Sarah. It’s beautiful, maybe many folks don’t think so, but it is, it really is. You’ll enjoy it, sweet girl. I know you will.”

Anger rose for a brief moment in Sarah confused brain. How would a man know if a girl would like to have a dog fucking her? Only a man would think he knew. She didn’t know what it would be like herself. Maybe she would like it maybe she wouldn’t, but she wasn’t going to even try to find out certainly not in front of these men.

Several minutes passed with Joe continued to tenderly fondle Sarah’s breasts and Brutus continued exploring the secreting Vagina that dribbled copiously, so much so, that Brutus was lapping furiously now to avoid missing a drip. The prostrate girl felt her sexual tension growing; she had forgotten the leering boys looking on in rapped silence. She had descended into a dream world dictated by her immediate pleasures. Sarah whimpered loudly, then whimpered again as Brutus’s rough tongue found her little nub, lashing it powerfully twice as he followed every drop of girl juice. It was then that Joe saw his chance.

“Come along, girl, over you go now,” and with that, Joe rolled Sarah over without resistance.

Brutus jumped back a little and flattened his ears back against his head in surprise.

“That’s the girl,” Joe cooed. Sarah looked up at Joe, eyes pleading but not opposing his action at all. “ There now…” he patted her gently and spoke soothingly, “Good girl, let’s get you comfier.”

He eased her fully onto her front, her arms resting on the couch seat; her shoulders raised with the help of a cushion under her chest, Sarah’s knees were already on the floor.

Joe, please … I’m scared…”

“Good girl, now nothing to be scared of so don’t you go panicky on me. Ill help if it comes to that, I promise.”

Almost before Sarah had realized Joe had rolled her over onto her knees, Brutus was back licking her butt and puffy folds of her dripping wet vulva. Joe walked around from the back of the lounge and sat next to the trembling girls head.

“It’s OK, sweetie you just let that doggy of yours do his thing. He looks like he knows what to do with ladies and you’re a sweet lady, that’s for sure. You haven’t been fucked by a dog before have you?”

“No,” was Sarah’s muffled reply, her head was resting on the musty smelling old cushion. “Please, Joe, I don’t want to do this.”

“It’s OK, my lovely, you want this necklace, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes please”

The two boys drew closer. “God, Dazza, I ain’t never seen a girl’s pussy before.

“Me neither, Picco, me neither,” Darrell replied.

Darrell rubbed the bulge in his pants. Joe put one finger to his lips to silence the conversation then he touched Sarah’s hand lightly

“OK, Sarah, now listen to me. That dog of yours won’t keep licking for much longer. He’s getting a little unsettled, so then when he decides he wants to mate you it’ll happen kinda quick well, it mostly does.

“Now when he gets on your back, he’ll go prodding around for a bit but when he finds your crack. He’ll try his best to slip a bit in, hopefully. He may miss a few times, but the quicker he finds you, the better. It’ll go in easy enough when it does if he’s on target. If he’s not sure he’s in properly, he may have a few dips but when he is in a few inches, and he realizes he’s in the right place he’ll most likely tense up then make an almighty lunge by hunching himself slamming his self at you in one go.

“That might be a bit of a shock, not sure how you’ll feel about that. Then he may even try to climb, sort of. That’s so his shaft comes right out. When he’s full in he’ll hammer like hell. When he’s all the way in you’ll feel the lump, it won’t be so big at first though.

“Dogs get big inside their bitches, and that’s what you will be, his bitch. You’ll feel him tighten up inside you as he swells. Don’t worry none, it’ll feel good I’ve been told. Anyway, you’ll get it as you go along. Now don’t tense up just relax.”

“Tell you what, you’ve been a good girl. I’ll put this around your neck right now,” and with that Joe slipped the gold chain and pendant around Sarah’s neck and kissed her on the cheek when he finished.

All the while Joe spoke, Brutus was licking the wobbly flesh of Sarah’s labia, but now he paused and sniffed long and hard at the dripping vagina. Yes, she was ready, and he knew she was going to be just as pliant as his former mistress was. However, to be sure of her acceptance of him he raised his front paw and ran it down the smooth, white flesh of the human bitch’s hip, Sarah trembled a little at the scraping paw. Just as a maiden bitch might do. The little kelpie he had been forced to breed years ago had trembled and shook as he approached and mounted her. Women, of course, were different, his experience had told him that much, but he sensed a certain fear and reluctance with this one. However, she remained still at his touch, ready and compliant.

Sarah lifted her head from the cushion and looked at the dog who stood alert, ears pricked, tail arched, at her rump. His head resting on the broad flair of her soft goose bumpy hips. Their eyes met, but Sarah could determine no emotion in those brown pools. She felt a tremble flush warmly through her entire body as she waited. “What’s he doing, Joe?” She surprised herself by asking.

“Won’t be long now, lass. You excited?” Joe asked.

What a funny question she thought but she supposed she rather was. Scared she was for sure, expectant yes she was that maybe a little excited it was so unreal. Things had gone this far so quickly she could feel all the mixed and growing feelings welling up inside the expectation of what was going to happen was intense. She blocked out all those around her except Joe who she felt she needed for support. Brutus pressed his chest against her hip firmly she trembled, little electric shocks ran along her spine. Sarah felt the dogs racing heartbeat through his pressing chest. Her own heart was bouncing against her ribs her breathing was heavy.

A scratching shuffle on the wooden floor and the warm fury chest was gone from her hip as Brutus, no longer prepared to wait, clambered onto her back in a sudden move. The scratching shuffles of claws again. Brutus’s warm belly pressed against her butt as he sidled to get in behind her. His front paws scrabbled to grip either side of her hips. Sarah closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip feeling pain then the iron taste of blood in her mouth.

More shuffling of claws as Brutus came around behind her wide, fleshy, soft hips and pressed forward. A short pause. Then he began to swing from her, prodding, poking as his front paws clutched onto her. The first prod against the round fleshy bottom felt slippery and wet. A hint of something spraying against her bum then Brutus dropped his front legs down between her ribs, and flared hips and was dragging back against her vigorously, pulling himself hard into the fleshy softness of her two butt cheeks, spraying her with his fine lubricating precum. Sarah turned her head and opened her eyes Joe smiled at her. Sarah’s lip trembled as she tried in vain to offer a nervous smile in return. Sarah was now supporting most of the dog’s upper body weight on her hips.

Brutus had the bitch in his grasp, and he began prodding rapidly then several slower deliberate pokes. He remembered his former mistress, and he began to lower his hips to adjust his angle to the human under him. Shuffling then, almost too easily, dipping into her sloppy open folds too high. Brutus whimpered adjusted slightly then gripped Sarah even tighter, the next stab was too low but close, then several more stabs of his pointed penis tip one making Sarah flinch and yelp. The scratching claws against the floorboards seemed to move forward, and the weight of the dog dropped lower all the while Brutus was stabbing his penis, searching, finding. Then Sarah made an ‘oofing’ sound as she expelled air.

She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breathe, but the feel of the thin penetrating penis slipping into her distended vagina had taken her somewhat by surprise. She wasn’t sure why it had, but it had. That thin, seemingly, pencil-like pinkness rubbed against Sarah’s most sensitive bits at the neck of her vagina then she felt the dog tense and arch. She held her breath again.

“Oh God…” was all she managed as she felt the dog’s penis drive deeply into her slippery vaginal sheath.

The baculum bone that made the penis rigid nudged against her cervix as the dog began to hammer into her without mercy now supported the pointed flesh tip of the now elongated penile shaft, stiff and hard.

“Arrrh … Arrrh … Arrrh…” Sarah whimpered in time with each furious drive of the rapidly swelling penis.

Joe stroked Sarah’s brow, strangely tender as he knelt on the couch at her head. “That’s the girl, you’re doing great, just great, What’s it feel like, Sarah?” he whispered, and Sarah didn’t understand why he was whispering, but he was.

She didn’t reply. Sarah opened her eyes again, and she was looking at Joe’s crotch, fly open penis out, jerking his thick shaft just inches from her face. His gamy unwashed smell assailed her nostrils. Brutus shaft was buried deep inside Sarah’s vagina was making almost imperceptible rippling constrictions against the rapidly expand penal shaft that had filled to fit her space. Now snugly wedged he slowed his vigorous thrusting and Sarah felt his rapidly pulsing heartbeats through this invasive hot hardness.

The morphing member of another living being was inside her making her one with him. Male and female joined in an unnatural alliance of bodies. Sarah shivered, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She tried to twist her hips to free herself of Brutus’s fiendishly tied flesh, to escape this alien member.

She yelped as the knot tugged painfully and at the same time, she felt a shock of pleasure rippled up through her belly and along her spine. The yelp was followed by a startled gasp as the pleasure superseded the pain. Brutus was oblivious to Sarah’s feelings, she was just his bitch, and he was delighting in his own carnal fulfillment. To be a successful stud he needed to stretch her uncomfortably, to seal the union and make sure of breeding her successfully.

“How is she, boy?” Darrell was somewhere close behind, and he was talking to the dog.

 

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