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Have Fun Will Travel
by Zwolfen (no address provided)
***
A provider of fun times for kinky people has his own
kinky woman he has to handle. (MFF, exh, swinger,
orgy, beast, ws)
***
My Ruthie has her picture in most decent dictionaries
twice. One as; "BLONDE-JOKE" and the other as; "SLUT".
It only bugs me when either or both of them screw up
my plans, like today. I had a couple of deliveries to
make up at Malibu and then was looking forward to a
nice run up the Coast Hwy. on my Norvin motorcycle,
But Ruthie had opened her mouth twice.
The "blonde" one told some guy about me and gave him
my card, the "slut" one then sucked off the guy while
he read my card and asked questions that even if she
stopped sucking, she wouldn't have had answers. I
usually don't have to answer questions when I chose to
give someone my card. I've usually given them a "lead-
in" before I hand them my card. Ruthie never did that
and every time the bitch gave somebody my card, I
always had to "explain shit".
I never was able to explain it to Ruthie and have her
grasp the concept. "FUN" is also a noun. I arrange to
provide FUN and I will TRAVEL to do it. My card is
brief: HAVE FUN-WILL TRAVEL. I sort of stole the idea
from an old TV western. It then has a dedicated cell
phone # and e:mail address that may as well be a PO.
Box.
I knew enough not to set that sort of thing up,
instead having someone do it that DID know how do it.
Ninety-percent of the use the phone and e-mail get is
appointment times, FUN needed and a credit-card down
payment billed as "consulting" of 25% of the price of
the needed FUN. The other 10% of my minimal
equipment's use is "explaining it" to some schmuck
that Ruthie had blown and given my card.
One occasion I made the mistake of answering the phone
instead of letting the message do it. I usually make
"call-backs" with disposable phones. This happened to
be the time that the schmuck actually called while
Ruthie was on her knees with his cock in her throat.
At least that's what he said before I told him he'd
"better get tested after" and hung up. His crowd
didn't mingle in my crowd. Ruthie got really pissed
after that one and stayed mad until the blonde part
forgot why she was mad, that was about two hours.
No bike ride today. Both me and my drop-top, XK-Jag
were headed to my first delivery with a naked Ruthie
in the passenger seat, doing her best to cause traffic
chaos by flashing her naked bod to anyone that wanted
to look, even to a lot of folk that weren't supposed
to look but were anyway. Ruthie does have a killer
bod, "5' 8" 115 to 120 lbs. skinny with huge tits and
perfect nipples, prime for piercing, isn't pretty in
the classic since but attractive and she has this
KILLER BODY."
On the rare occasions I risked "tickets, fines and
possible court-dates" by going "out" with Ruthie, she
", was mistaken for Goldie Hawn, "more than once.
Giggles Goldie Hawn with great tits. Made her very
popular with the Laugh-In fan clubs. It compensated
for a her lack of other things, like judgment and
common sense.
This run was all small packages of FUN. I could've
done it on the bike. Because I NOW had to deliver a
much bigger package of FUN after my routine
deliveries, I had to bring the Jag. This client route
only knew two of my vehicles, the bike or the Jag.
This wasn't the time to show up in a "strange"
vehicle. Especially with Ruthie along. She was the
bigger FUN package I had to deliver instead of doing a
nice ride up the coast. Ruthie's "Blonde Moments"
could add up to a year or more.
If the money hadn't been over the top, I would've shot
her down and told her to take the bus. But I was
delivering, waiting for their fun to be over and
taking my FUN back with me. Ruthie's latest schmuck
was paying $20 grand to have her do a gang-bang with
ten guys and another $10 grand if she'd have sex with
a dog. The guy didn't mean a really ugly dude, $10
grand if she does some guy's prize-winning, Great
Dane! A blue-blood mutt! Ruthie doesn't say no, at
least I've never heard her say it. She hadn't told me
yet if she'd said, "No!" to the extra ten.
It was never about any money with Ruthie. It was just
one of her ways of keeping score of her antics. She'd
do all the same sex twists for free with a couple
drinks and a joint or snort of blow, just maybe she'd
be a wee bit more particular, but not much. $20 grand
or $30 grand, I told her I was pulling up the tent
pegs at mid-night and heading back to my place. If she
stayed, she stayed.
I pulled onto the small, garage-apron of my first
stop. "If you get out of the car, I'll..." It's hard
to threaten a sex-addicted, dim-bulb, with anything,
DON'T get out of the car." I managed to make a fairly
quick in-and-out with my delivery but I wasn't quick
enough. Ruthie was still in the Jag, except now she
was lying across the brake-handle tunnel and onto my
seat with her legs spread wide, feet on the door-top
of the low-slung roadster.
One of her hands playing with her big, firm tits and
long, hard nipples while her other was shoving fingers
in and out of her cunt. I'd seen this act a LOT. Just
not in my Jag and while she was talking to three guys
that were taking pictures of her with their cell
phones. But then Ruthie loved an audience, ANY
audience. One younger guy was so close, he could use
the pic for an OB-GYN exam. Ruthie made sure he got a
good close-up as she spread open her shaven cunt with
her fingers.
"Ooops, sorry, boys. Here comes the boss and we gotta
jet. Next time, I'll stay and you can take more
pictures, even videos if ya want. We can have some
REAL fun as I'm sure y'all have really nice cocks that
could use a hot mouth and juicy holes. Bring some
friends. I love cum and will even drain the condoms if
you want to use them." Ruthie could "sell herself".
She pulled her fingers from her cunt, most likely, her
asshole as well, making a show of licking off all the
juices. Ruthie was a slut but she always tasted good.
Her cunt had been filled with a lot of different stuff
in the past but her pussy juice is always tasty. Her
orgasm squirts were famous. She was like a geyser when
she had one of her monster climaxes. I've seen her
have a series of them and saturate carpeting if nobody
bothers to drink the stuff. I liked swallowing her cum
flows. Ruthie blew kisses and shook her ample tits at
"the boys" as I headed the Jag to my next stop.
My next two stops were as quick without the
distractions of strollers for Ruthie to entertain. It
was the last stop that had me a little worried. The
client's outdoor deck was next to his carport and
Ruthie had provided FUN at more than one of his
parties, just not with me. He was doing a party, I'd
arranged for the four extra FUN gals delivered earlier
by limo, I wasn't slipping in on the bike and slipping
out... I was making an unintended entrance for all,
with Ruthie!
A few of my other female acquaintances aren't real
fond of Ruthie's, enthusiasm. It was futile asking her
to put on the three tiny bits of cloth she called a
bikini.
Wrapping the towel she was sitting on around her was
even more futile. I just said to hell with it and
turned onto the beach access road. My luck was running
low. There was a deck party in full-swing as I pulled
in. All the gals were topless and I wasn't quite sure
of my four, or how they felt about Ruthie. She was
sitting up on the back of the Jag, waving before I
even got to a stop. No coaxing required to get naked
Ruthie over the railing and in the midst of it all. I
met my customer in his den and he took delivery. He
was a GOOD customer. I almost trusted him.
"Why don't you leave Ruthie here, Cracker? She'd be
good for at least ten or fifteen blow jobs. There's
plenty of wet pussy for her to lick, too. Those four
you had dropped off are excellent. " Ruthie had no
qualms about doing anyone... man, woman, both at once
or in large groups, race or color didn't matter. I
guess "species" might come up later. My nickname
w/folks I like is, "Cracker". I used to use July 4th
stuff to blow shit up and my brother hung me with it.
I was always "Crackin' somethin' open" w/ a
firecracker or some other gun-powder thing.
He led the way from his den out to the deck. "See?
She's fitting right in!" Ruthie was standing in the
middle of a group of guests, four men and one of my
FUN I knew, Jackie is a gorgeous woman and had a
bikini as small as the one Ruthie was wearing when I
picked her up. The guys all had their hard cocks
sticking out from the shorts and Jackie had the
string-crotch of her suit thong pulled to one side,
her pussy as hairless as Ruthie's. They would get
along. Ruthie was chatting away holding a beer in one
hand while she took turns stroking the hard-ons of the
group with her free hand.
The guys were taking advantage of the fact that Ruthie
was more than willing to let them play "touchy-pokie-
squeezy" as much as they wanted. Both her tits were
being heartily squeezed and her nipples pulled and
pinched. She had her feet apart so the guys could take
turns stuffing fingers or beer-bottle necks in her
dripping sex holes, all the while rambling on about
something in her "blonde mode" verbiage. Ruthie even
squeezed her own tit so the babe could suck on the
nipple that looked about to burst open.
Jackie seemed to be the only gal that was enjoying
Ruthie's entrance, I immediately spotted my other
three Fun gals. They were with two others watching the
show but my three were looking daggers and hypos at
me. I just shrugged. Shit happens, it's how you clean
it up that matters. Once again, cleanin' shit up
involved Ruthie. "C'mon, Cracker. Let her stay long
enough to at least give the guys blow jobs."
My ogling client would've given me back my "no-
refunds" delivery and a generous tip had I let Ruthie
stay. I don't kick when they're already down. It makes
for bad PR. Even Jackie wouldn't answer my calls along
with the other three, if Ruthie stayed.
She'd stay until there wasn't any sex juice of any
kind left to swallow or nothing hard enough to stick
in her cunt and asshole. Then finish off Jackie. It
was no-win for me. It would make us late to her gang-
bang and make me even later getting this ordeal over
with. Ruthie had made that gig on MY card and I wasn't
going to be late, even for one of her schmucks. Now
all that was left was for me to convince Ruthie.
My pleasant afternoon ride was becoming more and more
a huge pile I'd stepped in. "Sorry, pal. This was a
scheduling problem. I'm sorry. I've got to go and
Ruthie, too. Next time." He didn't believe I could do
it. If he knew Ruthie,
You had to know how to make Ruthie do what you wanted
her to do. If all you want her to do is fuck and suck
with a show, it's as easy as breathing. If you want
her to LEAVE a place where she's about to fuck, suck
and show, that took some "handling" or she'd lock-down
into full-on slut mode and be there until, well,
nothing's left but Ruthie wanting more of the same.
Ruthie was enjoying the glares of the gals more than
the grope and poke of the guys.
I knew how to snake her out. I got a fresh, unopened
beer and slid in behind Ruthie's naked ass. Her ass
fans made room. I handed her my beer. "Open this for
me." Hardly blinking, she placed the cap between her
pearlie whites and popped the cap and was about to
spit it out. Then it hit her. She handed me my opened
beer and looked at her glaring gal group before
spitting out the cap.
"Gimme that. We'll share it. Let's blow this pop
stand!" The guys all got a wet kisses on their cocks
and Jackie even got a long, lingering lick of her
dripping, bald pussy. I just shrugged and followed
Ruthie to the Jag, the group speechless. The beer
trick was the only signal Ruthie would heed. She knew
I meant biz and $20-$30K was BIG BIZ.
I knew where the schmuck lived so I didn't have to pry
directions out of Ruthie. It left her free to continue
her "Highway Chaos" attempts. Her naked, road-antics
are easier to sort of control on a freeway or even a
decent arterial highway. The driver can speed up or
slow down and kind of keep her exposure to a minimum.
I had a problem none of her other "stage" drivers had,
The Jag was right-hand drive. I 'd bought it in
England that way. The only way I had even a chance of
minimizing Ruthie's show was to dial in at about 70
mph in the left lane.
That kept her side to any median or concrete dividers.
The Jag was so low-slung, even that wasn't much. Not
to mention, low-slung, vintage, British red sports
cars, camped in the passing lane at 10 over the limit,
draw attention of the guys with expensive ticket
books. A naked woman doesn't reduce the amount of the
fine. But Ruthie was the exception to a whole lot of
rules and regs. I'd been on long drives with her doing
her Road Show and once she's on the truckers' CB
alert, it's all over. From then on, you only get to go
as far and as fast as Ruthie, and a whole shitload of
truckers in really big trucks, allow. They'd set up
the "stage" ahead of us.
Then it was simply a matter of boxing us in, one in
front and back and another on a side. The open side
was for the truckers to pass by for their own "Ruthie
Show". I finally took out the CB radio I had in my
SUV. Ruthie "taking requests" could get dangerous at
55 mph, sandwiched between a bunch of horny drivers in
100,000lb rigs. If we got spotted by a convoy of them
in the Jag, I'd be late. They'd "herd us" until we ran
out of fuel or we were "escorted" into a REST STOP.
Ruthie had sucked off cocks in those men's rooms more
than often.
I had a couple of clients that lived up in the hills
by Ruthie's schmuck. I'd been by his place and its
routine, iron gate. This section of the hills was
webbed with small, narrow, access roads, "Private
Drives" and alleys. The "main street" was for the tour
busses and the ones trying to find an address. I drove
Ruthie in the back way, hoping the road wouldn't tear
out a muffler or oil pan. These roads weren't often
"tended to" by the City. Most of the big holes were
filled by some Latino gardener mixing up a bag of
quick-set concrete. Small holes needed to be avoided
in the Jag.
I pulled out of a "Private Drive" onto the main road
and turned directly into the schmuck's gate. I didn't
even have to push the button to get the intercom. The
vid cam was already picking up Ruthie's show and the
gate swung open. Lots of exotic cars in front but I
slid the Jag into a spot by the steps and Ruthie
jumped out and ran up the few steps to greet her
schmuck. He swatted her butt and she went into the
house as he walked down to greet me. "Mr. Cracker,
Justin Casey. Thanks for doing business with me. I
hope it can continue. Come with me."
I followed Justin Casey schmuck into his house and
back into what would be called a study if it had any
books on the shelves, just artwork I didn't
particularly like. He sat at a desk and pulled out a
thick, manila envelope. "$20K, I have another $10K
here. Do I give it to you?" I put the manila envelope
in my coat.
"That $10K is between you and Ruthie. I'm telling you
what I told her; I leave at midnight. It's up to her
if she goes with me. You've paid me and I'll stay 'til
midnight to take her back with me. Up to you." I sat
in a leather arm chair. "Got a beer?" Schmuck opened a
small, decorative fridge and handed me a bottled
import of some sort and made a little show of his
ornate bottle opener. I wondered if he'd see Ruthie
open a bottle with her teeth.
"Relax and let me speak with my guests, and Ruthie."
Schmuck left and I scanned the room. Nothing jumped
out at me except I wasn't wild about Justin Casey's
taste in interiors. My critique was interrupted by
what I expected, Ruthie going bat-shit blonde crazy.
"Cracker! Please stay. You promised until midnight.
PLEASE? I promise, midnight." I got a wink and just
sighed. I'd made a deal. "Thank you, sweetie." I got
as kiss and she left.
"Got a TV someplace quiet?" I looked at schmuck and
his grin he thought was sly. He didn't know how to
handle Ruthie.
"You're more than welcome to join in or just watch.
Please. Join us." His sincerity was wasn't convincing.
"Thanks. Maybe later."
"Most every room but this one has a TV, make yourself
at home, look around and enjoy. The main entertainment
room has a big screen and bar. One of the help can
show you the remote. We'll be in the playroom." I
wasn't surprised at where they'd be or what schmuck
called it. I just wanted some quiet and maybe get
lucky with a televised car or bike race. I'd seen all
of Ruthie's shows, unless she decided to go the extra
$10k.
I found a quiet, guestroom and a channel with a pre-
recorded sedan race from Europe. I'd just finished my
second beer and was wondering why my watch seemed to
have stopped. In a half-state of awake, a naked Ruthie
plopped in my lap and brought me out of my pre-nap. My
first instinct was to shove her to the floor. But she
smelled clean and fresh and wasn't all caked with
whatever, as she usually was after a gang-bang. "I
took a shower. All clean! I sucked them all off and
swallowed all their cum like a good girl. They fucked
my ass and cunt and I got a couple of them to both
stick their cocks in my cunt while I sucked another
one.
They're OK guys. It's not even ten o'clock yet, and
I'd really like to go for the other 10K. But I won't
do it unless you're here. I can just keep sucking them
and let them stuff things in my cunt or fuck me but I
want to try the dog. PLEASE? You can keep all the
money. I just want to try fucking and sucking a dog!"
I looked at Ruthie. I knew her as well as anybody and
probably better. It had been a long time since I had
seen her quite this serious about something. It was as
though a blonde-moment got short-circuited and she had
a sincere thought.
"I'll stay here as long as the dog lasts. The second
he's done with you, you shower and we go. I'm ain't
havin' a dog bitch ride in my car without a shower.
You start in on what will be a cock farm of boners
from watching you fuck that mutt and I leave you here.
Not one kiss. GO! I'll be in shortly. Then you can
start." I gave Ruthie my "sincere" stare. I used mine
more than she used hers. It was better when she was
dialed in. I saw the wheels click into place and a
smile form and hers eyes go from sincere to sparkle.
She even picked up on my "attitude" change. It was to
be part of her First Time Theater. I got a wink and
she ran back out the door.
Justin Casey schmuck came in a couple minutes later. I
turned off my race. The guy in front, when the
checkers fell, would win. "Do I give you the extra
10?" He held out a smaller envelope. I stood and set
my empty on the table, avoiding the coaster as I
looked at schmuck. This was becoming a "pride thing"
with me. Now that Ruthie was going to do it and I'd
arranged it, the stakes were raised. Word would get
out. I had to control it.
"Let's go back to your study. Lead the way. I'd get
lost." Schmuck gave me a confused grin and headed out
the door. I made my plan as I followed. I sat in the
same leather chair and asked for a beer. Another
confused grin and opener flourish. "Ruthie's going to
fuck and suck your dog. You guys can all watch. Before
anything happens, you'll all pose naked with Ruthie
and the mutt. It's MY insurance no one, but the dog,
yaps. I don't know you or them. It's my way or Ruthie
leaves with me now. You got five minutes to decide."
Schmuck jerked and then left the room. He wasn't
grinning. He had three minutes left when he got back.
"All agreed." Now for the money shot. He wasn't
getting this for just $10K.
"You don't need to ask anybody 'cause if they say no.
It's a deal-breaker. I pulled out my disposable cell
and punched in a number. "Helen. I need two FUN gals
at this location. Jackie's close but she's busy. I
need two like her. Thanks." Helen was my scheduler.
I'd never actually met the woman but she was always on
the same page or one ahead.
"No one touches Ruthie when she's done with the dog.
The other FUN will be here in plenty of time. Those
guys can't have much left. They'll suck and fuck all
you can manage to give them. Ruthie will do your dog
until the dog won't LET her do him. I need the 10 and
20 more. If she doesn't fuck and suck him, you get
your money back and we no longer ever do business. If
this goes smoothly, I might accept your call."
I got a blank schmuck stare. Then, just like Ruthie,
the wheels clicked and he went to his wall safe and
pulled out two more envelopes. He handed them and the
first to me and I put it in my coat. "I'll get my
camera. It's in the car." I left schmuck to his
expectations. His were now mine. His were pure kink.
Mine were business and legal and curiosity. I carry a
good digital camera as part of my Jag "kit". Insuring
vintage, British sport cars is tricky. If anything
happens. I want pictures, not just licenses and policy
numbers. It even had a good charge on the battery and
a fresh memory card.
Ruthie stopped me before I made it to the playroom.
"They're yapping and drinking. I'm so fucking hot I
can't wait. I want to be your doggie bitch. I want to
fuck and suck a dog for you. Not them, you. I'll be
your bitch. Not like your other FUN gals. I want to be
your only dog bitch." I knew Ruthie had fucked almost
everything imaginable and a whole lot that most
couldn't imagine. But this was a really big dog.
I didn't know much about the practice other than it
could be dangerous and painful if you didn't know what
you were doing. I called Helen. She told me what to do
and said I'd be fine. It was my turn for a blonde
moment. I was stunned. My trusted, Helen-voice had
told Ruthie how to suck and fuck a really big dog! I
guess my rates would go up after this. My own
realization wheels turned and I followed Ruthie into
the playroom.
I was right about the group. The youngest might have
been forty-five and none of them were in any great
shape. If they had any lead left in their sagging
pencils, it would run out just watching Ruthie. The
woman was determined. I'd seen that look. Helen was
right again. Schmuck brought in his prize Great Dane,
Buster, again I wasn't surprised. I cut short
schmuck's narrated, lengthy tribute to his jet black,
almost blue-black, really big dog and got my required
pictures.
I could see juices running down the insides of
Ruthie's thighs as she held the dog's collar. He could
lick her nipples where he stood. Ruthie's 5' 8" looked
shorter. She was stroking the dog and whispering into
his erect ears. He seemed calm enough but he was a
show dog and supposedly used to crowds and probes and
stupid voices. I hoped he was cool with a "blonde-joke
slut" voice, and smell.
Justin Casey schmuck came up to me. I was the only one
dressed. "I talked to the guys. This room has eight,
closed-circuit video cameras. They want to tape it
all. You get all the original tapes as long as they
each get to buy copies." Schmuck pointed out the
cameras. It was a professional installation. He opened
a wood panel to show me the recorders. It was clean
and neat and no secrets. I did know this stuff.
"10 grand apiece for DVD's." Kinks are expensive. Nods
were given and I hoped the 100 grand would cover the
fines and my bail if this thing all went into the
toilet. With a dog this big and powerful, about the
only that would stop him if he went bat-shit nuts
would be a large bullet in his perked up ear-hole.
Hard to keep that a secret.
The naked kinksters formed a sort of circle with large
pillows. I saw Ruthie's eyes. Her blonde-slut, wheels
were turning. It was like she was listening to Helen.
She was walking slowly in a circle, with Buster beside
her. One hand with a loose grip on his thick, leather
collar. Her other was stroking his flanks and neck as
she continued her whispering in his twitching ear. In
a lap or two, Buster took a real interest in Ruthie's
wet, smooth cunt.
By now, she was leaving juice drops in her wake and he
could smell just her. She began to stop and let the
dog sniff at her cunt. Then she would walk a few more
steps and stop, letting Buster whiff again. The
sniffing became a lick and then rapid and more licks.
She stopped and spread her legs, still whispering.
Buster licked her cunt like it was a beef bone. I
hoped he wouldn't try and gnaw.
Ruthie got the huge head away from her leaking cunt.
Her eyes were almost glassy. I could see little muscle
spasms in her smooth belly. She was having mini-
orgasms. Buster began licking her face with his rag-
sized tongue. She licked and kissed him back. Licking
at his tongue and letting his tongue push into her
mouth. I saw the beast's cock begin to slip out from
its furry sheath. It just kept growing longer and
longer until the ball-sized knot, popped free of the
sheath.
If Buster were walking in about four inches of snow,
his cock would leave a drag-line between his paw
prints. It sprang up with stiffening jerks. Ruthie
licked the slobbering jowls of her dog, now lover, and
slid down the massive body to her knees. She gently
took the long, jerking cock in her hands and stroked
it long and slow. Again, she was whispering but you
could get much of it. Buster was looking back at her
fondling of his rod but stood still.
"Good boy, Buster. Mommy wants to lick and suck her
big boy's, big cock. Mommy loves her big Buster and
wants to drink his sweet cock juices." My mind
wouldn't allow me to "hear" my Helen-voice telling
that to Ruthie. I'd never heard my Helen-voice even
say, "damn". "Buster is mommy's boy. Mommy loves her
big boy and his wonderful cock." Ruthie continued her
stroking and pointed the stiff cock at her open mouth.
The spurts of clearish, pre-cum began. It's how the
male lubes a hesitant bitch, squirts his own cock oil.
Ruthie let the long spurts of cock lube fill her mouth
before she'd swallow and open for a refill. Buster
obliged and she was gulping to keep up with his flow.
I couldn't really "get into the moment". My "nice guy"
was worried about Ruthie if Buster all of a sudden
decided to take a bite of something, like her dripping
cunt. I stayed alert and watched. The guys were
transfixed as they stroked their own cocks. My soon-
to-arrive FUN gals may find empty nut sacks if they
didn't get here pretty damn quick.
Somehow, Ruthie got her big boy to lie down on his
side, his gigantic head lolling with his tongue
hanging out as he panted and seemed to enjoy Ruthie's
oral attentions. She put her head on the big dog's
side and held the long, spurting cock to her mouth and
continued her long, smooth stroking of the cock-shaft
parts that she couldn't stuff in her mouth, swallowing
hungrily at the cock-lube offerings. She had her legs
spread open and her cunt was doing its own drooling on
the rug.
She was still having mini-spasms of her own juices
flowing out of her twitching cunt. "Mommy wants to
drink her big boy's yummy cum sauce. Mommy wants her
big boy to fill her belly with his sweet, puppy cum.
Then mommy will make her big boy hard again so he can
fuck his mommy in her cunt and asshole." Her flow and
Buster's flow seemed to increase with her whispering.
The guys were silent to pick up her every word. You
only heard their squishing as they stroked their own,
drooling cocks. FUN better hurry.
Ruthie was squirming on her back as she sucked as much
of Buster's cock as she could. Buster started to
whimper and fidget and I stayed alert. Then I saw his
haunches begin to jerk and a huge spray of white cream
spewed out of Ruthie's mouth. From somewhere, one of
the schmucks produced a clear, glass bowl. Ruthie held
it under her chin as Buster's cock erupted with his
cum load. Her throat was constricting as she held the
head in her mouth and swallowed as much of his cum
load as she could. The excess ran into the bowl and it
was filling up. Then her own cunt erupted with her
orgasm squirting. It sprayed her rapt audience of cock
strokers. She kept stroking, sucking, swallowing and
cunt squirting until Buster went kind of limp.
Ruthie licked at the last gobs of cum seeping from the
long cock's piss hole. Then she began to lick and
caress the slowly shrinking shaft. "Oh baby, That was
so yummy! Bitch mommy's big boy's puppy goo is
delicious. Just relax now, baby. Mommy will make you
hard so you can fuck your bitch mommy." She continued
her whispered urgings and the licking and gentle
sucking of the cock's pointed end. She only paused
long enough to swallow down the dog cum that was
pooled in the glass bowl. There was at least a cup of
the cock cream. Her cunt gave another massive spray of
orgasm as she swallowed the creamy liquid. She smacked
her lips and went back to her "urgings".
Buster's cock never shrank completely back into its
furry sheath. Ruthie kept at it, gently sucking and
fondling the length that was still protruding, even
playing with Buster's massive ball sack. He was
showing more interest and moved his head back as if he
wanted to help with her licking. Ruthie turned her
head and once again started tonguing and kissing the
big mutt's drooling jowls and mouth. She switched from
kissing and licking Buster's tongue to doing the same
with his cock as it started growing again.
Her whispers became mewing's of pleasure as she let
Buster lick her mouth, tongue and face. As his cock
hardened, she moved her hips and twisted around so
Buster had complete access to her spread, flowing
cunt. He went right to work with his huge tongue and
in moments, Ruthie's mini-orgasms returned. Buster
lapped all her cunt cream.
She finally had licked and sucked enough that Buster's
huge erection returned, his big knot popping from the
sheath. She changed her tongue's target and began to
lick at the gooey knot. "Bitch mommy's boy has such a
pretty, huge cock knot. Mommy bitch wants her big
boy's cock knot in her cunt and asshole. Mommy wants
her Big Buster to fuck her with his beautiful cock and
fill her with his yummy cock cream."
Ruthie never actually let go of Buster's long erection
as she got to her knees. She grabbed some of the
pillows and put them in a pile. As Buster tried to
keep licking at her cunt, she managed to lean over the
stack of pillows and get Buster behind her. He didn't
have to actually "mount" her. He was so big he just
moved forward and stood on all four legs as she pushed
his cock into her still dripping cunt. The massive
erection slid in like a well-greased tube. There was
certainly plenty of juices to provide lube. The
pillows were already soaked with his cock lube and
Ruthie's cunt sauce.
Buster hesitated when his knot reached Ruthie's cunt.
Then he made a push and the massive knot disappeared
to her cunt. "Oh GAWD, baby! That feels soooo good!
Mommy's big Buster fucks his Bitch so good!" Buster
was moving his haunches as his knot kept him tied to
Ruthie's cunt. He moved his head down and Ruthie
turned back to start the kissing and sucking of
Buster's big tongue again. Her mewing got louder and
Buster was licking at her mouth faster. She managed to
move the empty bowl under her cunt and streams of
over-flowing juices began to fill it.
Then Buster did his whimper and fidget. Ruthie dropped
her head onto her folded arms and just thrust her hips
back on Buster's cock and knot. He was shooting his
second cum load into her cunt and she was clinching
her pussy to capture it all. Ruthie's cunt could take
large objects of any kind in her cunt but she also
could flex her cunt muscles and it was like she was a
teenager again. It takes a strong cunt to walk around,
holding a long-necked, beer bottle in your cunt.
Ruthie did it all the time as part of her "show".
As Buster kept shooting her cunt full, she started her
mewing's again. "YES, baby! Fill your bitch with your
sweet puppy cream. Fill mommy. Mommy wants all her big
boy's yummy cock juice." Buster finally seemed to
relax. He was panting heavily and drooling on Ruthie's
back and neck. His knot kept him tied and he stood
patiently as Ruthie mewed her praise to him for
fucking his mommy bitch. The bowl was catching small
streams of cloudy liquid from her filled cunt.
Buster's knot started to slip free from its hot, wet,
hole in her cunt and then it popped free. Ruthie was
like a cat as she put one hand over her cunt and used
the other to hold Buster's cock. She lovingly started
licking and sucking the cock, knot and ball sack,
lapping up all the sticky, gooey juice mix of her cunt
cream and the dog's cock cum. The big cock finally
slid slowly back into its sheath with Ruthie sucking
and licking until it disappeared.
Buster moved off to one side and lay down, idly
lapping at his own nut sack. Ruthie pulled the bowl to
her and placed it under her cunt while she was on her
knees. Then she moved her hand and began to press on
her taut belly. The creamy-white sex juice mix flowed
out of her cunt like a river. It was then that the
other FUN arrived. I didn't have a clue who let them
in. They were stunned watching Ruthie as they slowly
stripped. Soon, they were also on their knees taking
the spurting cock cum from the schmucks.
They got here in time to swallow most of the meager
loads. Ruthie was satisfied that her cunt was drained
and she picked up the bowl, stirring the gooey white
liquid with her finger as she licked her lips. With
all eyes glued to her, she slowly raised the bowl and
slowly let the goo run into her mouth. She wasn't even
swallowing. The cream was running right down her open
throat.
Ruthie could take most cocks into her throat so it was
no big deal for her to essentially chug a load of dog
cum and cunt cream in her opened throat. She finished
her snack and licked the bowl clean. Then she crawled
over to Buster and lay her head on his side, again.
Her fingers gently stroking the sheath as she thanked
her Big Buster.
"Mommy's baby tastes so good. Mommy bitch loves to
drink her baby's yummy puppy cum loads. Mommy bitch
loves her Buster and his wonderful big cock. Mommy's
boy can fuck his mommy bitch whenever he wants." I was
standing to one side as a possible threat of Buster
going bat-shit seemed passed. The FUN was still
licking at offered, spent, limp cocks. Justin Casey
schmuck joined me. "Can she get him hard again and do
him?"
"He's your dog, how the hell do I know? I'll give her
twenty minutes. If he hasn't shown some signs of
interest, she showers, we leave and you can do what
you want with the FUN. I doubt they'll do anything
with Buster." I underestimated Ruthie's talents. To
everyone's amazement, Buster's cock slid out again.
Schmuck returned to his viewing spot. Ruthie resumed
her licking and sucking as she let the cock grow in
her mouth. As his knot started to pop free, Ruthie
held the long shaft and started her mewing's.
"Good boy. Mommy bitch knew her sweet baby Buster
wanted more. Mommy bitch wants her baby to fuck her
asshole like you did her cunt. Does bitch mommy's boy
want to ass-fuck his bitch slut mommy?" Ruthie had
lapsed into her bitch character full-tilt. She was now
a slut that was a dog bitch to fuck and suck dog cock.
Buster seemed to sense he had a new bitch. This wasn't
like making puppies for him.
Ruthie took up her pillow position, only this time she
guided the willing, huge, dog cock into her asshole.
It didn't slide in as smoothly as it had in her cunt
but she was persistent. His huge shaft end finally
cleared her ass-ring and slid in up to his knot.
Ruthie reached back with both hands and spread her
taut, butt cheeks. "Good boy! Push, baby. Shove your
wonderful cock knot into Mommy bitch's asshole."
Buster obeyed and his knot disappeared into her
asshole. The mewing's went on and again, everyone was
transfixed, especially the FUN. They were oblivious to
the flaccid cocks being rubbed on their lips and faces
and the hands squeezing and pinching their tits. They
were focused on Ruthie being ass-fucked by a huge, dog
cock. I figured this wasn't going to increase Ruthie's
fan base among the FUN group. It was just one more
thing Ruthie did that they didn't. And didn't get
paid, either.
"YES! YES! GOOD BUSTER! Fuck bitch mommy's butt. Fill
my ass with yummy puppy cum". The empty bowl was
positioned and after almost fifteen minutes, Buster
whimpered and he pressed hard to Ruthie's butt cheeks,
shooting another cum load into her. This time, her ass
was so tight around his cock, nothing leaked out. He
was filling her up with a dog cum enema. Like he did
with her cunt, Buster remained tied until after five
or so minutes, his knot and shaft slid out of Ruthie's
now-gapping asshole. She was ready and before her
asshole contracted, she jammed part of her fist into
the large, rear fuck hole.
Buster was a quick learner. This time he moved around
to her mouth so she could lick and suck his cock and
knot clean. Ruthie kept her fist in her asshole as she
did her tongue-bath of the slimy shaft and knot.
Buster finally moved away and lay down on a pillow off
to one side. He was done.
Ruthie stood up, her fist in her asshole and her other
hand holding the bowl between her legs. Then she eased
out her fist and the cum flow from her opened asshole
flowed into the bowl. The flow slowed and she used her
fingers to wipe the stray goo from her ass and lick
them clean. Then, as she had before, she swallowed
down all the doggie cum and ass juice, licking out the
dregs from the bowl. There was an audible sigh and I
looked over to see one of the schmucks release a
little dribble of his cum onto the lip of a Fun.
Ruthie walked slowly over to her Buster. She squatted
down on her heels right in front of his muzzle.
He began to slowly take short licks at her spread
cunt. "Mommy is now Buster's fuck and suck bitch.
Mommy bitch wants her big boy to fuck her a lot and
let me suck all your yummy puppy juice. Mommy bitch
loves her big Buster." She leaned down, kissing and
licking Buster's busy tongue. Then she stood up and
looked at me and winked. She left the playroom,
hopefully to go shower. Buster followed her.
Justin Casey schmuck walked over to me as he was
putting on a robe. The other guys were still trying to
get hard in front of the FUN. "I'll get you the discs.
You want a check? I don't have that much extra cash
here at the house."
"Check is fine. Make it to 'cash'. It'll take me a
week or so to get the DVD's made. I'll let you know
and I'll deliver them here. You take care of who gets
the copies. If any of this gets beyond those in this
room, you and I are done. My FUN will be a memory for
you. Get the discs." Schmuck looked as though he had
just been threatened by a parent. He went to the wood
panel, opened it and popped out the discs from their
respective burners. He put them in plastic cases and a
bag.
"Not a word gets out. I promise. We'll pay top price
for her to do it again. Maybe when the DVD's are
ready?" Schmuck had a wishful tone to his voice.
"Maybe. We'll see. The FUN will stay until you're
done. Get them a cab home. Make sure you cover the
fare." I didn't wait for an answer. Ruthie was in a
near-by bathroom, in a shower stall with the door
open. Buster was sitting in the doorway, watching her
clean up. Protecting his new bitch? I didn't want to
test him. I sat in the room and waited until she
finished, dried off and kissed Buster. She was wearing
a crisp, white T-shirt that didn't quite cover her
tight butt and smooth cunt. She looked as good as a
newly-fucked dog bitch should.
"I'm ready. Thank, you Cracker." I was a little
surprised at her demure attitude. I took my bag of A/V
moments and followed her out to the Jag. I offered to
put up the top as it was almost midnight and there was
a slight nip in the air. "No need. The air will be
nice." Ruthie was different. I got in and fired up the
motor. After letting the fluids warm a bit, I headed
back out the gate and took the regular route back
instead of the local byways. Ruthie sat with her knees
up and her chin resting on them. Her hands were idly
playing between her legs. I let her be. It was about
five miles before she spoke.
"I want to do more dogs. I've never cum so much and so
hard in my whole life. I want to be a dog fuck bitch.
I'll be yours only. I want you to use me and have me
suck and fuck dogs while people watch. I'll let you
make videos of me sucking and fucking dogs. I want to
do it more. I need it."
Ruthie spent the rest of the ride home, humming and
dipping her fingers into her once-again, wet cunt and
licking off her cunt sauce. I drove to my place and
she walked inside, almost trance-like. I usually
didn't let Ruthie stay at my place anymore. She never
let me get any sleep. I put my bag in the den wall-
safe and took a shower. Ruthie was naked, still on the
couch when I went to bed. I'd deal with her and my
Helen-voice in the morning. It had been an eventful
day.
I wasn't sure what woke me. Something and I was wide-
awake. I went to get out of bed and almost tripped.
Switching on the bedside light, I saw Ruthie was
curled up on the floor, next to my bed. She was sound
asleep. I let her be and went and poured a stiff shot
of bourbon. Getting back to bed, I turned off the
light and pulled up the duvet.
I heard Ruthie mumble, apparently in her sleep. "Yes,
baby. Fuck your mommy bitch. Let mommy bitch drink
your sweet cum. Mommy wants to be her big baby's fuck
and suck doggie bitch."
She drifted off again as I fell asleep. I hoped she
was housebroken.
tbc
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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