XXX-Fiction

bravesirrobin

Part 2…

For the next several weeks Lisa was in a whirlwind of sexual exploration. She found herself in a submissive role to not only her husband Matt, who was new to being dominant, but also to Greg and Tammy. Who thoroughly enjoyed her opportunity to be not only the teacher, but the Mistress of another woman. Lisa had gone from a vanilla sex life that only just fulfilled her, to exploring bisexual sex with Tammy, swinger sex with Greg and Tammy, BDSM, and perhaps more surprising and taboo, sex with a boxer called Rowdy.

The two couples were together during almost all of their free time now. Lisa and Tammy would perform together for their men, and submit to Rowdy whenever he felt the urge, which thankfully was quite often. Lisa found it such a turn-on to have the guys watch as Rowdy mounted and fucked her. She would kneel there with Rowdy inside her and reach one hand between her legs and play with herself, moaning through body-wracking orgasms while Rowdy fucker her and came inside her. She also loved the fact that both men always wanted to fuck her in turn after Rowdy pulled out of her. Even as Rowdy’s cum drained from her swollen and slick pussy Matt or Greg would be grabbing her hips and sliding their cock into her cum-soaked pussy. And when whomever was first had spent himself inside her the other would step in and do the same, all three of the men in her life having used her for their pleasure.

Lisa was roused from her reverie by a moan from Tammy. Today had been a good day. Lisa had cum over for lunch, which she prepared for Tammy naked while Tammy followed her around, pinching, twisting or spanking her for every mistake. Finally, Rowdy came in from the back yard and trotted over to sniff at Lisa’s bare pussy, indicating he was in the mood and expected his females to make themselves available to him.

Now Lisa knelt on the floor before the couch, resting one arm and her head on the cushion while her other hand stayed between her legs, tracing the place where Rowdy’s cock entered her. She could slide her finger just inside her and feel the back of Rowdy’s knot where it was lodged inside her. She loved exploring that connection and she could not keep her fingers from doing so periodically as she played with herself, keeping the long slow orgasm rolling. Rowdy’s rested on her back. He was content to relax now while he filled his bitch with his cum. Lisa felt every pulse, every pump of muscle that was Rowdy’s amazing cock, with the walls of her vagina as he continued to spurt his seed down into her belly.

Tammy sat beside her on the couch, stroking Lisa’s hair with her left hand while she stroked her swollen clit with her right. Her pussy was now both slick and sticky with Rowdy’s cum from her own play earlier. She loved how it seemed like, after Rowdy came inside her, and after a great gush of it poured from her after he pulled out of her, even hours later she could slip a finger into her pussy and still find more of his cum to play with. Right now she was finding it and then massaging it into her clit and then dipping inside herself for more.
“What do you think about when you’re down there like that, with him inside you?” Tammy suddenly asked.

“I…Nothing really.” Lisa said. “I’m just kind of floating.”

She smiled as she gave Rowdy’s knot a squeeze with her vaginal muscles and feeling it spasm a little.

“Why? What do you think about?” Lisa asked.

Tammy pulled a fresh fingerful of warm cum from her pussy and began a slow circular motion on her clit as she spoke. “Well, ever since Greg let Rowdy fuck me outside, in the back yard, you know, that day you caught us, I have wanted to do it outside. Not just outside, but in public.”

“In public?” Lisa said, amazed. “Where other people would know?”

“Yes,” Tammy went on, “I want them to know. But I also want it to be okay that they know. Wouldn’t it be great if we could just, like, take Rowdy to the park? Spread out a blanket in the middle of the park in a sunny spot and just lay there and talk, play Frisbee with Rowdy and such. And then, when he was horny, Rowdy would just cum over to me and nudge me with his head trying to get me to get on my knees. So even as we continued our conversation, about whatever we were talking about I would pull my clothes off, get down, and present my pussy for him. He would lick me, as much as he liked, and then he would hop up and mount me. All around us, people are speed walking on the walking track, playing Frisbee, or just sitting on their own blanket reading and here on our blanket I have offered myself up to my dog, because he asked me too, and now he is fucking me so deep and hard.”

“Oh my.” Tammy moaned, working herself up to another orgasm as she listened to Tammy masturbate beside her and confess her fantasy.

“And the people, the others, they don’t freak out or anything. I grab handfuls of the blanket while Rowdy pounds me, but I keep looking around and people are just watching, smiling, some give me a little wave, because it is a perfectly normal and wonderful thing to see.

After Rowdy is done, has turned around ass-to-ass with me, and settled in for a nice long cum, people walk up and say ‘What a beautiful boxer. What’s his name?’ like he was playing fetch and not knotted inside a woman. And I can lay there and reply even as he continued to spurt his cum inside me. Women would walk up and say, ‘That was so beautiful watching you two. What’s it like?’ and I can orgasm over and over while I tell them.”

Now Lisa was fully engaged in Tammy’s story, rubbing herself furiously. Rowdy chose that moment to dismount, turning around, but still tied with Lisa. Lisa was so close to what had all the earmarks of an earth-shattering orgasm and she jumped in, picking up Tammy’s story.

“YESSSsss. A woman cums up with a beautiful Black Lab on a leash and is asking about what it feels like,” Lisa said, continuing the story, “but her dog, smelling sex and seeing Rowdy tied, is whining with frustration. The woman apologizes, saying the poor dog had been without a chance to mate for a very long time and she felt bad for him. She starts to pull him away so as not to be a bother when you say ‘Don’t worry dear. My girl Lisa here will let your boy have some relief. Present yourself girl, for this beautiful male.’

So I pull my panties off, turn over on my hands and knees and pull my dress up over my hips, sticking my pussy up in the air for this stranger’s dog.”

Lisa paused, slowing her stroking of her clit, teasing herself past the orgasm that almost stopped her from finishing the story. Tammy still masturbated furiously beside her and gave Lisa’s hair a playful yank in frustration.

“Don’t stop now,” Tammy complained.

“So I stick myself up in the air,” Tammy went on, “and you tell the woman to guide his nose to my pussy so he could get the scent of my pussy, which is soaking wet. The dog is hesitant at first, and may not have even gone on, but the smell of Rowdy’s cum was in the air and that overpowered any trepidation he had. He took a good sniff, then took a tentative lick at my pussy. Getting a taste of me, he is spurred on and begins to lick furiously, preparing me for him.

“Now he’s whining, stepping back and forth, already hunching his back, and wanting to badly to fuck me. You instruct the woman to lift his front legs onto my back and after a couple of tries, he realizes that is the position he wants to be in as his hunching causes the tip of his cock touch my lips. He begins thrusting wildly, trying to connect with me, and I reach down between my legs, grabs his sheath and guide him into my pussy. He howls with excitement as he finds his cock inside a female and he drives it into me, fucking me at an incredible pace and I squeal with delight. I feel his cock swelling larger and larger inside me, and I feel his knot, small but growing, popping in and out of my slick pussy…”

Tammy groaned, clutching the back of Lisa’s neck as she continued to masturbate.

“Oh god. Lisa.” Tammy gasped the words. “You’re going to make me cum so hard baby. Keep going baby. That dog is fucking you so hard.”

“Yes, Ma’am, he is fucking me so good and hard.” Lisa managed. “Now he is cumming inside me, each squirt of it is so powerful and I can feel the fluid itself as it sprays my insides. I clutch at his knot with my pussy, milking all of the cum out of him and deep inside me.”

Tammy howled as she came, her thighs slammed tight around her hand that still worked in and out of her pussy. Rowdy seemed to intentionally wait until Lisa’s orgasm struck to pull himself from inside her, his knot popping free and sending a wave of sensation through her vagina as a gush of semen escaped her pussy and splashed down her hand, adding so much moisture to the spot where she rubbed her clit and she exploded with a wracking orgasm unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her whole body went through waves of uncontrollable sensation, contracting and relaxing and contracting again. Lisa’s orgasm so powerful, she felt spurts of pee jetting from her with each contraction, and creating sensations in her urethra. Making the orgasm more powerful still and even as she concentrated on clenching her muscles shut, the contraction of orgasm became so powerful another jet of pee escaped her. To her own amazement, and sheer pleasure, as her orgasm just started to subside, she quit concentrating on that muscle and just let her pee flow from her, puddling on the floor. It felt so wonderful as it created waves of sensation, even as it felt so naughty. She was glad the floor wasn’t carpeted.

Tammy leaned forward and giggled at the puddle Lisa had made and Lisa smiled sheepishly.

“You’re going to have to clean up your mess young lady,” Tammy said. “And I’m going to have to punish you for going in the house.”

Lisa scooted over and laid her head in Tammy’s wet lap. Yes, it had been a great day.

*****

There seemed something special about the next Saturday when it arrived. Lisa did not know what it was, which frustrated her because she felt like she was the only one. The boys had left about mid-morning, instructing the girls to be waiting for them, on their knees and naked when they returned and that there was to be no play with Rowdy while they were gone.

So Lisa and Tammy had lounged around the house in the buff, chatting and watching TV, and fending off Rowdy, the boxer, who wanted to play and did not know why his girls were not cooperating. Lisa was sure Tammy knew what was going on, but Tammy refused to cough up any information.

Shortly after noon they heard the garage door opening and both women assumed their positions, on their knees in front of the couch and waited for their men. Greg and Matt came inside, laughing amiably, and walked into the family to find their wives. Greg sat on the couch in front of Tammy and Matt in front of Lisa.

“Today is a big day, ladies,” Greg said. “A very big day.”

“So I gather,” Lisa said, “but why? What’s going on? Matt?”

Matt smiled and cradled Lisa’s chin in his hand, looking into her eyes. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, sir,” Lisa said. “What’s going on? I can’t stand it.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course, but…”

“Let me hear you say it,” Matt said.

“I trust you, sir.” Lisa said, and was about to continue when Matt hushed her with a finger on her lips.

“Then those are the last words you’ll speak today.” Matt instructed her. “Say nothing else, at all, until tomorrow morning. Understand?”

Lisa nodded that she did.

“That goes for you too, my love.” Greg said to Tammy and she gave him a huge smile and nodded vigorously.

At that point Greg grabbed a bag that he had brought in with him and opened it. He pulled out two dog collars, one purple and one pink, each with sparkling ornamentation and a name. The purple one said LISA and Greg handed it to Matt. Lisa pulled her hair up so he could buckle the collar about her neck. Greg did the same with Tammy.

“Are you two going to be well-behaved little pups for us today?” Greg asked, and both women again nodded.

Matt leaned forward and gave Lisa a deep kiss. “I think you find this to be an amazing day,” he said.

Tammy hopped forward, her hands in Greg’s lap and kissed him, then threw herself back on the floor, turned around and presented her pussy high in the air for him, giving him a wicked smile over her shoulder.

“Oh, not yet you little slut.” Greg laughed.

Then the doorbell rang. Greg rose to go answer it and Lisa reached for the chair that contained her clothes. Matt stopped her.

“No, sweetheart. Just kneel there and behave.” Matt said.

Lisa felt a moment of panic. No one else knew about their play. Their doggie play. Only Greg and Tammy, who had introduced them to the fun. Who could be at the door? Here Lisa knelt, on the floor, naked but for a dog collar. What was Matt thinking?

But he smiled reassuringly and Lisa tried to relax. She did trust him, after all. Greg came back into the room, followed by a middle-aged woman wearing jeans and a blue blouse with a ladies’ business jacket and carrying a large case. She was heavyset, but not fat, with brown hair pulled back.

Greg introduced her to Matt as Jeanie and they exchanged greetings. Then Jeanie looked down at Tammy and Lisa, kneeling on the floor.

“And these must be my girls. Aren’t you two pretty.” Jeanie said. Then, looking back at Greg she added, “Shall I get started?”

“Sure thing, Jeanie,” Matt said, and produced two black leather leashes he handed to Jeanie.

Jeanie quickly clipped one to each of the girl’s collars and then asked where the bathroom was. Matt offered to lead the way and Jeanie followed, pulling the leashes with her. Lisa started to rise to her feet in order to follow, but Tammy grabbed her wrist and with a shake of her head instructed Lisa to stay on the floor. Then she followed Jeanie on her hands and knees, as did Lisa. They let Jeanie lead them into the bathroom, Matt excused himself and shut the door behind him, leaving the two girls in Jeanie’s hands.

Jeanie told them to sit and both girls sat back on their heels. Jeanie set her case on the counter and opened it, pulling out a hose with a type of shower head on one end and a connector on the other that she quickly fixed to the tub faucet.

“You first, pretty girl,” Jeanie said to Lisa and with a tug of the leash indicated she should get in the tub.

Lisa did, glancing wild-eyed at Tammy, who just smiled at her. Jeanie unhooked the leash and removed Lisa’s collar and then started the water running, testing it until the temperature was right. Then she grabbed a bottle from her case, set it beside her and started wetting Lisa down with the hose.

The warm water felt good and Lisa, though still anxious about the whole thing, closed her eyes and surrendered herself to Jeanie’s attentions. After Jeanie had her thoroughly wet she grabbed the bottle and squeezed out a long line of shampoo from Lisa’s head, all the way down her back. Next, Jeanie used her hands to lather Lisa up, scrubbing her hair with gentle, practiced hands and then moving down her body. Lisa thought it felt a bit like a massage as Jeanie’s fingers worked down her shoulders and back, but then Jeanie reached under her, her hands washing Lisa’s soapy breasts and down her belly, then slipping between Lisa’s legs to scrub at Lisa’s crotch.

“Spread your legs. That’s a good girl,” Jeanie said, as she used her other hand to pull Lisa’s thighs apart.

She washed Lisa’s backside thoroughly, her soapy hands scrubbing Lisa’s sex and between her cheeks before moving on down her legs to her feet. The treatment left Lisa terribly aroused and she was glad for the water to hide her own moistness.

Taking up the hose again, Jeanie rinsed Lisa down, even taking her chin gently and lifting her face to look up while she rinsed her hair. Afterward, she grabbed a towel and dried Lisa off, then had her and Tammy switch places. Lisa watched as Jeanie gave Tammy a bath the same way, and she felt sure that Tammy had been bathed like this before.

When she was done with Tammy, Jeanie put the girls’ collars back on and then setting her case on the floor beside her as she knelt in front of each girl in turn and using items from her bag she worked on the girls’ hair and make-up. She was clearly an accomplished stylist and soon had both girls looking lovely, her style one of class and elegance. Then she attached their leashes and led them back to the family room and their waiting husbands.

The guys were clearly impressed with their beautiful wives and thanked Jeanie graciously. Then Greg handed her some money and saw Jeanie to the door. After Jeanie left Greg returned to the family room. “A couple of fine looking girls we have here, eh Matt?” Greg said, and Matt agreed. Then Greg added, “Okay, it’s about time to leave.”

Leave, Lisa thought? Where would they be going? Lisa’s agitation was apparent. She backed away from Matt and shook her head, clearly about to speak. Matt stepped forward and gave her a smack on her behind, not hard, but enough to make her listen. “Now you just behave, like a good girl, understand?” Matt told her. “Everything will be fine. Trust me.”

Lisa bit her bottom lip and nodded. Tammy looked at her, concerned, but also a bit amused, and smiled, then she crawled over to her and kissed Lisa on the cheek. Lisa seemed to relax, remembering she was in the hands of people she trusted.

Greg went back to the garage and came back with another bag, from which he pulled two sets of pads. Each set was made up of two knee pads and two pads that strapped on to the hand, to protect the palms. One set was purple, which he handed to Matt. Matt told Lisa to roll over on her back and then slid the knee pads on her legs and strapped the hand pads on as well. He looked at her, amazed at how cute she looked laying there like that. He kissed his finger and pressed it to her lips, then trailed it down her throat, over her collar, down between her beautiful breasts and over her flat tummy, then finishing by trailing it down between her legs, stroking it over her clit and down her slit, feeling the moisture there. Yes, she was anxious, but excited as well. Matt smiled at her.

“That’s my girl.” He said to her.

“Time to go.” Greg said. Fixing the girls leashes to their collars the two men led them through the house to the garage. The hand and knee pads made walking on their hands and knees much more comfortable and the girls followed behind their husbands. Going into the garage, Greg’s SUV, a Chevy Suburban, had the back tailgate open and in the back, filling the cargo space, was a large metal doggie transport crate.

He instructed the girls to hop in, and they were permitted to rise to their feet to enter the back of the truck. A blanket for comfort covered the floor of the crate and the girls climbed in and lay down. Greg and Matt unhooked the leashed and then Greg swung the crate door shut and latched it then lowered the tailgate. Then the men got in the front and opening the garage door, they left the house, their naked wives in the back, one excited and one very, very wary. What was going on?

Lisa lay flat on the floor of the SUV trying to stay hidden. She knew the windows were tinted, but could not recall to what degree. They drove through town and every stop light ignited her worry again. Tammy was up on her hands and knees looking out the window and smiling, and clearly amused by Lisa’s anxiety. Soon they made a right turn and then she felt the vehicle accelerate until it seemed they were going quite fast so she assumed they had gotten on the highway. Risking a peek, she confirmed her theory and she let herself relax a little. Now she only had to worry that they might be pulled over. God, what would a cop say if he found them like this? At one point Greg pulled into the left lane and Lisa could see they were passing a truck. When the cab came into view and she could see the driver clearly she felt her panic renew. Then, laughing, Greg slowed down, letting the truck keep pace. The driver of the truck looked over and down into the SUV.

Lisa lay perfectly still, telling herself the tint was dark enough, he could not see. Then Tammy, ever the troublemaker, spun and spread her lovely legs, exposing her pussy, which she rubbed while licking her lips and staring up at the other driver. Lisa’s worst fears were confirmed when the driver smiled, then reached up and with a couple of tugs on the cord above he honked his horn twice.

“What are you two doing back there?” Matt said, laughing.

Tammy raised her head so she could see over the rear seat and gave a playful bark in answer and both men laughed some more. The truck continued to pace their car until Greg finally added some speed and pulled away from the lucky driver. He would have a story to tell. They drove for about an hour, then the girls felt Greg take an exit off the highway. After another ten minutes or so they stopped at a light and Lisa knew they were in another town. They made turns at another couple of intersections and finally the car came to a stop. Matt and Greg got out and came around, one of them opening the back tailgate.

Greg opened the travel cage and taking up a leash, he again attached it to Tammy’s collar and she jumped out, landing on her feet and quickly sinking to her knees, resting on the knee pads her husband had provided. Lisa came out much more slowly. Craning her head around, she saw that they were in a parking lot at the rear of a building. Cars filled the lot. Clearly there were other people around. She could see a large wooden fence surrounding the parking lot. None of the nearby buildings were multi-storied, so the fence seems to hide the lot, but who were all these people?

“Be a good girl, Lees.” Matt said. “Hop down now.”

Lisa hesitated another moment, then exited the car as had Tammy, dropping to her hands and knees in the parking lot. Greg closed up the car, then leading the girls by their leashes the two men headed toward the door at the rear of the building.
Matt opened the door and the four entered. Inside was an entrance area where two well-dressed women sat at a table. From the front of the table a sign hung that said: WELCUM PARTICIPANTS TO THE 6TH ANNUAL STATE BREED(ing) SHOW. PLEASE REGISTER BEFORE ENTERING.

Lisa turned away and buried her face in Matt’s leg. What the hell had she gotten into? The two ladies at the table greeted Greg and Matt.

“Hello, gentlemen,” one said. “Welcome to the show. My, what pretty girls you’ve brought with you.”

“That one looks a little scared,” the other said, meaning Lisa. “Is this her first show?”

“It is,” said Matt. “The first of many, I think.”

The women laughed. “Do you have your invitations?” The first asked, and Greg and Matt produced documents which they handed over.

A few minutes later they were signed in. First names only, to Lisa’s relief. She could not believe the risk they were taking. Lisa had been given a small tag with the number ‘1’ on it, which Matt clipped to her collar. Tammy wore a number ‘2’, as apparently she was the second pet to register with that name today.

“Right down that hall,” the lady said. “And good luck.”

Greg thanked her and the men led their wives down the indicated hallway. The hall ended at a set of double swinging doors, which Greg pushed open and they went inside. They came into a room about the size of a small high school gymnasium. Rows of chairs beside a centre square on three sides, the fourth side was a table with five chairs that said ‘JUDGES’.

Lisa looked around and quickly counted eighteen or so other, women, naked but for a collar, being led by leashes or kneeling at the sides of their masters. A like number of people led around various breeds of dog, all medium to large in size and apparently all male. Lisa was starting to think she knew what this was all about. The first two rows of chairs near the centre of the room were marked ‘Participants Only’ and Greg and Matt led the girls over there and took seats, the girls kneeling on the floor beside them. The centre of the area had green ‘turf’ rolled out and was roughly twenty feet on each side. In the centre was a large, thin vinyl gym mat.

The few rows behind those labelled for participants were filling rapidly. Spectators, Lisa realized, her heart racing. Even as her fear grew, she looked around at the male dogs and her passion stirred. She had never been with another dog other than Rowdy, Greg and Tammy’s Boxer. They were all very well groomed, and very large. She eyed their sheaths, longing and trepidation mixing inside her. As her nervousness grew, she felt a sudden and forceful urge to relieve herself. She realized she had not gone before they left the house. Her mother used to chastise her for that. Then she thought about where she was, how she was dressed, and what was about to happen in this room and thinking about what her mother would say about all of this made her laugh out loud.

The other three looked at her and Lisa just smiled, then realized the laugh had made the urge even worse. She got Matt’s attention and then, because she could not speak, she did her best kneeling imitation of the ‘potty dance’ to communicate her need. Matt smiled at her. “Does my girl need to pee?” He teased her and she vigorously nodded. “Okay, let’s find the place.”

He asked if Tammy needed to go too, and she said no, so Matt took Lisa’s leash and led her towards the area marked ‘Restrooms.’ Then went through a door, down a short hall and then turned a corner into a larger area. On the floor were two large areas filled with what appeared to be wood shavings of some kind. In the centre of one was a cute blue toy fire hydrant with a sign that said ‘Boys’ and the other had a pink fire hydrant (not that girls needed those) that said ‘Girls’. In the ‘Girls’ area another woman was already there, near the edge because her owner still held her leash, squatted down to pee in the shavings.

Lisa looked up at Matt and gave him her best ‘You’ve got to be kidding’ look. Matt just smiled. “After you peed all over Greg’s living room floor I wouldn’t think this would be any trouble,” he teased.

Lisa flushed red, partly in embarrassment and partly because she remembered the orgasm she was having when that happened and knew she wouldn’t change a thing even if she could. She headed for the pee-pee pen, gaining Matt’s permission to rise to her feet to step in. She stayed near the edge as she had seen the other lady do and Matt even held her hand to help her balance as she squatted down like a baseball catcher over the shavings. The other lady finished, her pee trickling to a stop, and then she gave a couple quick bounces to shake the last few drops from her lips, making her breasts bounce suggestively. She smiled at Lisa, then reached down beside the pen and grabbed a tissue from a box there, dabbing herself dry and depositing the tissue in a small pail that Lisa also had not noticed. Then she and her master left.

Lisa had to concentrate, but finally was able to go, relief flooding into her even as her pee flooded out. She looked up and saw Matt watching her, leashed and naked, peeing on the ground and the thought aroused her even as it embarrassed her. She finished, and did the little bounce, though she did not know if it had any effect, then dried herself as well and they returned to their seats. More people had come in, the seats were full and as Matt sat back down a man in a suit walked to the centre of the square.

“Welcome, one and all to our sixth annual State Breeding Show. With twenty-one females entering, this is our largest show to date. Today you’ll see these lovely pets bred by our club’s finest studs. Most of these males have been here before, but for a few this is their first show as well.”

“The females will be judged,” he continued, “on appearance which includes looks, but focuses on how well she plays, and stays, in her doggie role. Also, their ability to entice their randomly assigned stud to mount quickly, each participant will be allowed no more than five mount attempts to complete the connection with the stud. Finally, they will be judged on the overall entertainment value of their performance. That is, how titillating the judges, and the rest of us, find watching her be bred.”

The crowd applauded at this. There had to be a hundred people there outside of the participants and their owners. Lisa again looked at all the females kneeling beside their masters. This many women? She thought to herself. All like what Tammy and I like? And this many people like to watch? There must be many more out there as well. The feeling warmed her. It was good knowing that they were not alone.

The lights dimmed except for those in the centre, though the room was small enough it did not make for a dark house.

“Bonus points are awarded for taking the knot, unextractable ties, and length of the coupling. Let the games begin.” Shouted the man in the suit, and he left the square. Immediately a name was called.

“Participant number one. Jamie 2.”

A woman rose, fully clothed, and using a leash led another girl onto the mat. The woman was older, and thickly built, with dark black hair, and was dressed very well. The girl on the leash was probably in her late twenties or early thirties, similarly built and with the same dark, black hair. Lisa thought they resembled each other quite a bit. The girl was led on to the mat and her leash was removed. The owner instructed her to turn around and the girl said, so everyone could see her. Then a man entered the centre, leading a male.

“And here to breed Jamie is Thor. Thor is a Bullmastiff and this is his fourth show,” the announcer said.

Thor was led on to the centre mat and also unleashed. He stood there for a minute, staring at his owner until the owner spoke.

“Good boy, Thor. Mount,” the owner instructed.

At that Thor turned to the girl. She turned a little to present her glistening pussy more directly to him and wiggled her backside at him. Thor gave her a sniff, then began licking her, tentatively at first and then with enthusiasm. Thor was a heavy animal and Jamie grunted as he rose up and put his weight on her back, clutching her with his front legs and pulling her back towards his thrusting cock. Jamie spread her ankles a bit to improve the angle and pushed backwards, trying to close the distance and capture his cock with her pussy. She could feel his lubricating juices jetting against her pussy lips and she moaned. Then she lowered her head a bit, letting him slide down the slope of her back enough to close the gap and she felt his probing cock penetrate her.

She let out a low moan as Thor slammed himself into her. His feet were off the ground, his full weight on top of her and Lisa thought sure that a smaller female would have collapsed under his mass. Jamie put her face on the floor and reached back with both hands and grabbed Thor’s front legs giving him the leverage to drive as deeply inside her as he could. Fluid poured from Jamie’s pussy as Thor fucked her hard and fast and she continued to emit a single low moan through it all.

At some point the steady stream of fluid from around Thor’s cock stopped and Lisa, watching intently the first other person, a stranger at that, she had ever seen with a dog knew that Thor had tied with her. Jamie was beautiful, her hair now stuck to her head with sweat, drops of doggie pre-cum dripping from her swollen clit, moaning like, well, a bitch in heat, as her lover filled her with his cum.

Thor dropped down to one side and the man in the suit walked over and using his finger probed the connection between Thor and Jamie. “We have a full and unextractable knot,” he announced. “What a way to start our show.”

For the next ten minutes Thor remained inside Jamie, then finally, with a tug that caused Jamie to make a wonderful sound, he pulled free of her engorged pussy. A flood of his cum washed out of her and splattered noisily on the vinyl mat and the crowd cheered. After the flow stopped, Jamie’s owner stepped over and dried her pussy with a towel and led her back to their seats.

“A big hand, everyone, for Jamie and her mother, Barb,” the announcer said and the crowd complied.

Her mother, Lisa thought? That’s incredible. Lisa watched as Barb returned to her seat, then place the towel on the floor. Jamie dutifully kneeled over it, allowing it to catch the doggie sperm that would continue to leak from inside her for some time to cum. Lisa knew this all too well. Rowdy would fill her up and it could take a long time before all that fluid came back out.

“Participant number two,” the announcer called. “Lacy… Lacy-One to the centre please.”

And the show continued.

 

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