The New W.I. Treasurer
By Amber.
Meetings were arranged to hand over the post that Mrs. Johnson had held for five years. Sandra felt a little uneasy around this buxom fifty-nine-year-old ex-headmistress.
Sandra had always found the easy way out throughout her life, from being at school doing exams to her marriage to Peter. If she’d been brave and looked inward at herself, she’d have to admit she was more than a little submissive. Peter always had the last word around the house, whether furniture or décor, and he was the dominant partner in the bedroom. However, Sandra often thought she’d like him to be more aggressive.
She never said anything, but lately, she saw one or two things Peter looked at on his website. While some shocked her, some excited her greatly. One of his big things at the moment was anal sex, big men making young girls’ butts gape open and redraw. She wondered if he would ever push her to do such a filthy thing. The other sites he had left open just recently were much worse. She suspected he’d been looking at this site for a long time looking at the hits.
Sandra knew she should have felt revolted when she opened up the pages on the screen, but that didn’t happen. The scenes she saw began to dominate her thoughts, and they even haunted her every dream. Little did she know her W.I. role would change her life forever and fulfill all her sexual needs.
Mrs. Johnson opened the door before Sandra had time to ring the bell…the big dog at her heel made Sandra audibly gasp. Mrs. Johnson smiled and led her to the dining room, where the W.I. books were on the table.
Sandra sat nervously, looking through the books and sipping at the strong-tasting fresh lemonade with Mrs. Johnson leaning over her shoulder, so close she could feel her breath on her neck. Within minutes she was getting the hang of the books and had started calling Mrs. Johnson, Elaine, so relaxed had she become Elaine’s fingers massaging her shoulders almost went unnoticed.
Elaine was speaking softly close to Sandra’s ear with almost hypnotic tones. That was when she felt the fur of Max’s back scrapes across her lower leg. All her body reacted. Breath started coming sharply. Butterflies invaded her tummy and a strange feeling in her pussy.
She thought Max would move away but felt something wet on her stocking-clad leg. The dog’s snout was stroking her. Without even thinking, Sandra began to open her thighs. Elaine was silently watching the proceedings. A sadistically cruel smile adorned her lips. She watched as a knowing Max took advantage of his prey. Elaine knew quite a lot about Sandra her good friend Mary had unknowingly let the cat out of the bag while also under pressure from Mrs. Johnson. She’d told her all about Sandra’s thoughts and dreams about dogs. Elaine knew she could concentrate on taking the pair once she snared Sandra. She had lusted after Mary and Sandra the second she had seen them.
Sandra felt only excitement as the wet nose disappeared up her skirt. At the same time, her skirt was pulled up towards her waist. She heard Elaine gasp when she saw her stocking tops and suspenders. Sandra felt delighted at wearing them. The moment was electric Sandra gripped the table hard, closing her eyes, trying to still her beating heart, but that only made things worse. She immediately had a vision of what had haunted her mind for weeks.
She feared she might hyperventilate. Determined, she opens her eyes, fully intending to stop the invasion of her body. To date, Max has found his goal. His long fat wide tongue took his first taste off soppy wet panties. In seconds that tongue had beaten that path several times. Sandra, he knew, was his bitch.
Juice poured from her pussy like never before. Without realizing it, she was pulling her panties to one side, and when she looked down, what she saw amazed her. Not only had she pushed back the chair to get her legs wider, but her hands were in Max’s hair, pulling him onto herself.
The shocks kept coming. She felt lips kissing her, a tongue invading her mouth, dancing with her tongue, inviting it into the waiting mouth, grasping it with lips and teeth, seducing her tongue and mouth. As they came up for air, she was staring into the eyes of a different Elaine, still the hard cruel look on her face, but different in every other way. The tight bun was gone, auburn hair trailing across her shoulders, lips ruby red with fresh lipstick, and eyes thick with mascara.
A leather collar adorned her neck, and her tumultuous tits were free, supported by a tight leather bustier pushing her massive tits higher, nipples poking out long and firm. Sandra looked further down, taking in the full spectacle of Elaine’s legs encased in sheer black stockings and her feet strapped into black stiletto heels.
Elaine’s cunt was shaved bald Sandra could see her excited pussy lips swollen and red with moisture oozing between her lips. She allowed this older woman to raise her from the chair, ordering the massive dog to stand aside as she did so. Then she led her to a thick rug at the end of the table… knelt…her hands pushed her down, arse up…higher. Sandra did all she was ordered without a word. Even then, she wasn’t sure what was about to happen.
“Mount her, Max, mount your new bitch.”
Sandra didn’t fight as she felt the heavy weight climbing onto her back, the jabbing of his pencil cock finding her hole, once twice, and then he was at the entrance and didn’t need a further invitation. As soon as he was buried in that waiting cunt he started to grow to full size. She recalled how thin and long Max had felt when he first entered her.
Just like a long finger, he’d begun to grow with the fucking now. He seemed as big as anything she’d ever had up her cunt. She adored how he pounded into her eager cunt with rapid-fire thrusts. Each time he pushed home, she could feel the tip of his pointed prick stab at her tiny cervix, opening her up. At the same time, she felt a growing lump rubbing over her cunt lips, driving her lust even higher.
It was only a few minutes, and she felt herself reaching heights hither too unknown building to a massive spine-tingling orgasm, her cunt gripping at that massive dog cock buried up her sloppy cunt. She felt the lump that had been pushing before entering her body and started to expand further. Having just finished one orgasm, she was being pushed to another as her cunt walls were stretched by this fist-sized ball invading her body.
Sandra’s cunt was stretched as Max’s knot expanded to full size. His cock penetrating her cervix began an unrelenting spraying of warm dog sperm hosing her cunt walls like it was never-ending, ensuring her orgasm continued longer and better than she had ever experienced.
It would be twenty minutes before Max could extract his cock from his new prize, but this wasn’t all Elaine had planned for Sandra. All through, she had given a running commentary calling Sandra the filthiest names, slut, dog whore, and dog-loving spunk slag while egging the women to greater heights push back, grip that dog cock hard, yes take that dog spunk. All the time rubbing her cunt into Sandra’s face, her legs set wide on either side of Sandra’s ears…suck me, suck my cunt, you filthy dog slut eat my juices. Sandra didn’t lick once or even take in what was being said until her orgasm receded. She took into her nostrils the acrid smell coming from Elaine’s cunt, and it just seemed natural for her to do exactly as Elaine ordered.
Elaine’s cunt was pouring with juice. She’d loved watching the perverted show that had just been acted out before her. The sheer filth excited her beyond her dreams, and now watching Max cleaning the combined juices from Sandra’s cunt. In contrast, her cunt was being gouged on, a willing tongue flaying at her gaping hole.
Sandra couldn’t get enough. Never before had she ever thought about such an act, but her excitement, combined with the smell and taste, drove her to greater heights. The biggest disappointment for both women was that it was over too quickly, Elaine screaming through a massive orgasm and rolling away from Sandra while Max retired to the corner of the room, licking his flaccid dick.
It was quite a while before the women rose, Elaine helping clean and dress Sandra, talking about what she had become and what her new mistress expected of her. Sandra never argued, even agreeing that the books would have to be reinspected the following day and would take a full day to complete. Sandra accepted Elaine’s tongue when she kissed her at the door as she left her new lover.
Elaine washed the glasses they had used. The little brown bottle still sat on the kitchen side. She smiled as she put the strong aphrodisiac back in the cupboard. She had been right not to use it. Sandra had been such a willing slut. She put on her dressing gown, followed Max into the garden, and walked past the swimming pool to a large wooden enclosure. Inside sat three dogs identical to Max, all his offspring. Each was making a small growling noise. Elaine stroked each one in turn. Yes, boys, your turn tomorrow. We can all have the new bitch.
The End.
*This story has been edited to fix spelling, formatting errors, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Even with the limited editing done here, it doesn’t always mean a story’s narrative/plot flaws are fixed (That’s the author’s job). The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been previously published on other free sites and is now public domain, which is why we can publish it here.
