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                             "Duke's Bitch"                     
     By Phil Phantom

Life with Benny is a bore, sexually anyway.  Benny is a nice
guy, though, and a great provider.  I don't have to work. 
That's part of my problem.  Being twenty-two with no kids,
married to a thirty-five-year-old couch potato leaves a girl
plenty of time to day dream and fantasize.  It also leaves
plenty of time to masturbate.  

I could go find a lover.  I have the looks and body to attract
any man I want.  Benny wouldn't object if he thought I might
leave him if he did.  I don't cheat, because I don't want the
hassles that juggling relationships entails.  Benny is no stud,
but he'll do.  All he wants is his nightly quick fuck and snore,
clean socks, and a well-stocked beer cooler beside his easy
chair in front of the tv.  When sports are playing, I could ball
the high school football team upstairs.  He wouldn't care as
long as they weren't supposed to be playing a game.

The real reason I don't cheat stems from my strict moral
upbringing.  Even my fantasies are tame.  They mostly involve
exposure, sexual blackmail, forced to work as a whore, that sort
of thing.  Most of the weird stuff involves some type of
control.  About the wildest thing I ever do is go to town
without panties on wearing a light dress on windy days.  Big
deal, right?  Well, for me, that was a big deal.

Like I said, I had a strict moral childhood.  I grew up in a
very small conservative town in Utah.  No one does that in Utah.
 Things here aren't much better, but at least no one knows me. 
I live in a quite neighborhood by a lake near a power plant.  I
generally keep to myself.  Few neighbors talk to each other. 
Most of my neighbors work at the plant and don't socialize with
outsiders.  The houses are widely spaced, so you don't get that
neighborhood feeling.  I call it urban country.  

When new people moved into our neighborhood, I thought it might
be nice to have someone to visit or borrow sugar from.  I
decided to make an effort to meet the new couple who had moved
in across the street.  They were older than Benny by twenty-five
years, but I always got along with older people.  They looked
nice and charming.  Their kids were all grown and gone.  They
appeared to be young retires with a lot of life still in them. 
I thought they might make good friends.

I put on a nice summer dress, did my hair and makeup, then,
gathered my courage and headed over with a fruit basket I'd
arranged.  I made a big basket to make a big impression.  I used
both hands to hold the basket.  The fruit almost hid me.  I had
to turn sideways to greet the man when he opened the door for
me.  I told him who I was, and said I just stopped by with a
house warming gift.  He asked me to wait a moment then shut the
door on me.  I stood in shock and got a little pissed.  

I waited a couple of minutes, then started to walk away when the
door opened and they were both there to welcome me in.  I put on
a big smile and moved inside, expecting someone to take the
basket.  I was about to suggest they do so when I felt something
go up under my skirts from the rear.  Something wet touched my
inner thigh near my crotch.  When a warm wet tongue snaked
through my crotch, I knew they had a dog, a big dog, a big nasty
dog.  I could not help but wonder, with all the delay, why they
hadn't put such a rude animal outside before inviting a lady
into their home.

I tried not to freak out in the hope that the woman would see
what was going on and rescue me without an embarrassing scene. 
The man could see his dog's head going up under the back of my
dress, but he did not seem inclined to stop the animal.  The
dog's tongue kept licking through my crotch, sending electric
chills, exciting chills up my spine.  

I wasn't sure she even knew what her dog was up to.  She was
admiring my basket of fruit, still making no attempt to relieve
me of the burden.  I turned a bit so she could see where her dog
had his head, and I was almost sure she did see.  She was trying
not to see, and this fact disturbed me.  In the mean time, my
arms were getting very tired and my knees were getting weak. 

The dog came around to my front and nosed under my dress again,
this time, pressing his muzzle against my inflamed clit and
licking even harder.  This time, I knew they knew, because they
made room for him to get at me.  Their damn dog plastered my
panties to my pussy with his nose pressing hard while breathing
hot air on my clit.  His actions were not at all subtle.  The
intense licking had my full attention and awakened my clit.  

I may be a bit dense at times, but I finally realized that they
had actually let the dog in and were placing me at his mercy. 
As long as I clung to that basket, I was at his mercy.  That
knowledge sent a rush of excitement through me.  They allowed me
time to adjust to the dog's vulgar licking by persuing idle chit
chat.  When they could see that I wasn't about to bolt for the
door, she took the fruit basket, leaving me standing before them
with their dog's head lapping vigorously under my skirt.  I
immediately wanted the basket back, because I did not know what
to do with my hands.

I had do do something, so I pushed on his head.  Some show of
resistance just seemed the proper thing to do under the
circumstances.  The attempt was futile.  I know my face was a
bright red and the blush wasn't all embarrassment.  The
assistance I expected never came as they both stood back and
watched.  I could see their eyes focused at my crotch with
amused grins as my skirt bobbed with every lap.  

I didn't know what to say, and couldn't speak if I did. 
Gradually, I stopped struggling, realizing that if they weren't
going to help, I had no chance.  I couldn't run; I couldn't even
move; my legs would not hear of leaving.  My inflamed vagina
blocked all messages to my legs.  I just stood there with this
stupid, far off stare, letting their dog lap away at my
panty-covered pussy.

His tongue was driving me mad.  That long, hot, wet slab of soft
meat felt so damn good, I didn't want the delicious licking to
stop.  My arms hung limply at my side as they began talking to
me as though nothing out of the ordinary were going on.  I tried
to pay attention, and nodded frequently.  The novelty of the
situation added to the excitement.  They were playing some sort
of game with me, and I began to like the game.

After several long minutes, the woman, Sarah Peterson, came over
and asked if I'd like to sit.  She took my elbow and led,
saying, "Just ease back slowly, dear."

I eased back taking baby steps, trying not to disturb the dog. 
When the back of my knees encountered the sofa, I collapsed. 
The big black lab mounted my outstretched right leg and began
humping while clutching my thigh.  I could feel his long and
thick penis sliding against my calf.  They took seats on either
side of me while their dog humped my leg with wild animalistic
abandon.  

The dog had a firm grip up high on my right thigh.  His head was
over my right breast, slobbering on the bare upper swell of my
right tit.  I glanced down to see this big, bright red prick
sliding on the inside of my calf.  His cock was so hot, slick,
and hard.  His furry sheath tickled my leg with each humping
thrust.  I could not believe this was happening to me, or that I
was allowing their dog to hump my leg, actually holding my leg
out straight for him so the dog could fuck himself on it.  

Sarah was on my left, watching the cock with me while her
husband petted the dog's head.  He was actually making the dog's
tongue drop it's drool in my cleavage.  My head, bent forward by
the back of the sofa, was very near the dog's mouth.  He was
expelling his hot doggie breath right in my face and drops of
saliva frequently flicked on my face.  This was so vulgar and
obscene, but it excited me as well.  I had to fight the urge to
suck on his hanging tongue.  They continued small talking
throughout this bizarre event, even while hot jets of dog cum
shot up my leg.  

The dog licked my face with my mouth hanging slack.  His tongue
slithered inside my mouth, taking me by surprise.  He licked
repeatedly inside my mouth, something no dog ever did to me.  By
this time, I let him do whatever he wanted to do, and he licked
all the saliva from by teeth, cheeks, roof, and tongue.  I
actually held my mouth open for this unnatural French kiss.

Sarah said, "Isn't that precious, Steve, Duke has a girlfriend. 
He dismounted shortly afterwards, then went off to lick his
shrinking dick.  Sarah leaned over and examined my leg, saying,
"I'd better get something to clean that mess up for you.  Just
sit tight, dear."

With dog cum running down to my shoes, I sat waiting.  Steve
simply smiled.  He said his son was the principal of the high
school and wanted to know if I knew him.  I didn't.  I didn't
know anyone.  We talked about the town, the weather, and the low
property taxes.  Talking casually with him while his dog's cum
slithered down my leg in plain sight was unnerving to say the
least.  I tried to act nonchalant, but Steve could hardly keep
his eyes off my legs.  I didn't bother to rearrange my skirt. 
My legs were almost bare to my crotch.  I was glad I shaved that
morning.  They looked great, especially the right one, all shiny
and wet.

When she returned with a warm wash cloth, she set about wiping
my leg, lifting my straight leg by the ankle higher than was
necessary, putting the mess on display while at the same time
causing my skirt to slide further up my legs.  She held my leg
so high that she exposed my wet panties.  Steve peered between
my legs by looking under my right thigh.  Sarah was taking her
sweet time and intentionally giving her husband a peek at my
panty-covered pussy.  I thought about covering myself, but
having his eyes on my wet crotch excited me.  I simply sat back
and allowed her to do as she pleased.

She took this as a silent okay to further expose and humiliate
me.  She raised my leg straight up, my toes pointing to the
ceiling.  This lewd position made the cum run down my inner
thigh toward my panties.  My skirt was in my lap.  Steve sat on
the forward edge of the sofa looking back at my pussy, making no
attempt to conceal the fact that it was my pussy he was staring
at.  Sarah did not do the obvious by starting low and working
her way up.  She piddled around at my foot until the cum was at
my crotch, adding to the wetness that was already there.  

I could not believe they were treating me this way.  They looked
and talked so regular and conservative.  Nothing seemed to phase
them.  You'd have thought the dog had just made me spill a glass
of wine in my lap.  The first acknowledgement was when Sarah
said, "We really appreciate you indulging our ill-mannered dog. 
Most women would have bolted at the first feel of a dog's tongue
between their legs.  We especially appreciate you allowing him
to relieve himself on your lovely leg.  Her legs are lovely,
aren't they, Steve?"

Steve leaned over and gazed right at my beaver and said, "Quite
lovely.  By the looks of things, I'm sure Duke was well-pleased
with them."

Sarah slowly cleaned my lower leg, steadily advancing toward my
open crotch.  By this time, the dog's semen had reached my
crotch.  Steve and I watched the run gather at my legband, then
overflow onto the crotch itself.  Steve laid my dress back to
assist.  I simply sat there like a child getting a sponge bath. 
When she got to my crotch, she wiped, pressing my soggy panties
up my crack.  She wiped long and hard, then set my leg down. 
She looked at my wet face and surprised me by using that same
rag to wipe dog slobber from my face, paying particular
attention to my lips.  I let her do this to me without so much
as a whimper of protest.  She even swabbed inside my bra,
saying, "There, now you are good as new.  No one will ever know
what you let Duke do to you."

Steve added, "That's the nice thing about dogs.  They never kiss
and tell, and as you discovered, dogs can kiss."

Sarah said, "And they can't get a girl pregnant.  That's another
big plus.  You wouldn't want to deliver a litter of pups, would
you, dear?  Imagine the scandal."

I sat and listened, still in a daze, still highly aroused. 
After this exchange, they helped me up and guided me to the
door.  As I passed through, she said, "Come back anytime.  I'm
sure Duke will be pleased to see you again."  The door shut
behind me and I could hear their faint snickering laughter. 

I left that house in a dumb stupor.  I crossed the street at a
trot.  I was quite shook.  When I got home, I masturbated in the
shower, on my bed after the shower, while cooking dinner, and
three more times before I retired.  Well, you can imagine what
fantasies that encounter sparked.  The next day, I set a
personal record, twelve orgasms in one day.  After a few days, I
went back.  When our eyes met at the door, they knew exactly why
I was there; I knew that they knew.  I saw no need to offer an
explanation, and they didn't ask.  Steve invited me in as she
went to the patio and called for their dog.

The same thing happened, but I was much better prepared.  They
were also more daring and at ease.   Nothing overt was said.  We
played the game.  Duke took one look at me and made a beeline
for my snatch.  I made no move to prevent access to my pussy and
remained standing under his tongue assault much longer than the
first time.  This time, when I sat, I purposefully sat in a
slump to extend more of my leg and get my head lower, in the
place where my tit had been.  When he mounted my leg, his cock
rubbed closer to my knee.  While he screwed my leg, his tongue
was over my face.  When he shot his load, the ropy strands shot
along the insides of my thighs.  Some hit my crotch.  Sarah
cleaned me and my crotch very thoroughly under her husband's
watchful eyes.  She had my skirt folded up above my panties,
ostensibly to make sure she got it all.

I found an excuse to stop by at least twice a week.  We still
played pretend games.  The act was more fun for all of us that
way.  After my seventh or eighth visit, I stopped wearing
panties.  By this time, I'd lost my inhibitions; besides, the
woman found clever ways of showing her husband my naked pussy. 
She'd pull out my leg band at the crotch to wipe the inside of
my panty crotch.  I know, it was pretty lame, but we were all
into the game.  

When they noticed I'd come over without panties, they really got
carried away with the clean up.  She especially.  Though most of
the dog cum was splashed up my inner thighs, she pretended his
sperm had gone inside my hole.  You can imagine how she
addressed that problem.  She had hubby hold my legs out wide
while she swabbed my hole like a mother taking care of her baby.
 She even inserted Q-tips to clean deep.  I loved it.

After that, I was pretty brazen.  We dragged out the sessions by
having me stand and walk around.  The dog followed with his head
under my very short skirt.  They took me on a tour of the house,
in fact.  We all pretended to ignore him.  With the skirt being
so tight, his constant nosing under from front and rear pushed
the hem over the swell of my hips, leaving me naked from the
waist down.  When that happened, they'd usually take seats to
get a good view.  

I never adjusted my skirt.  If, or I should say, when, the dog
exposed me; I remained exposed.  I'd stand before them with
their dog's nose in my ass and his long tongue curling up
through my legs from behind to swab my clit before drawing back
through my crack.  Their eyes never left my pussy while we
talked.  I got quite bold, standing with my feet widely planted
and rocking on the tongue in a sensuous grind.

Sometimes, this overt demonstration required comment.  She'd say
something like, "I can't tell you how pleased we are to find a
woman who is willing to service our dog."  He might say, "You'd
be surprised how many women freak out when they feel a dog's
long hot tongue snake up and sometimes into their vaginas,
Paula."  I let them know I enjoyed these crude statements. 
Openly drawing attention to my behavior made what I was doing
seem all the more obscene.  

Usually, I'd smile and offer them a more obscene pose.  One
time, the dog was in front, trying to get his muzzle up my hole.
 Steve said, 'Whatever you have up there really has him
excited.'  I widened my stance, thrust out my pelvis, reached
down, and used my fingers to open myself as wide as I could. 
God, it felt so wicked doing that with them watching.

This prompted her to say, "Yes, that's much better.  Is his
tongue getting way up inside your vagina, Paula?"  

I said, 'Yes, clear to my womb, I think."

She smiled and said, "You are such a dear to allow him to do
that.  I didn't know there were women like you around.  We were
ready to hire a professional, but where do you find human
females willing to rent themselves out as bitches to satisfy a
horny pet."

I loved it.  I told her I'd gladly serve as his bitch for free,
hoping they'd suggest I allow the dog to fuck me.  They,
however, seemed content to wait for things to unfold naturally,
probably hoping I'd suggest fucking.  She did say, "Paula, I
think he'd prefer you perform this service in the nude.  Bitches
don't wear clothes, you know."  Hey, I was game.  I stripped. 
From then on, they referred to me as bitch, or Duke's bitch.  My
vagina became a pussy or a cunt.  The things they said were
degrading, demeaning, and intended to humiliate me.  I ate those
words up, and they knew it.

The intimacy between me and Duke progressed with each visit, and
I could see that the Petersons especially liked seeing us as
lovers.  Toward that end, I tried to play up that angle.  We
engaged in foreplay as lovers do.  Getting Duke to kiss me was
as easy as slipping a fingerful of peanut butter in my mouth. 
Sarah always had a plate with big dollops of peanut butter
ringed with celery sticks sitting on the coffee table.  With a
mouthful of peanut butter, Duke would deep kiss my mouth for
several minutes.  I held his head and kissed back, sometimes
sucking his tongue, mouthing words of endearment.

I also stripped slowly, usually while on the floor.  As I freed
each article, and exposed my naked flesh, a serupticious smear
of peanut butter brought Duke's tongue.  I'd offer each nipple
to his licking tongue and swoon while he teased my sensitive
flesh.  My inner thighs, ass, and pussy received the same
treatment, though Duke didn't need peanut butter to lick pussy. 
A dab placed inside, however, did make him delve deep, which
made for highly provocative foreplay scenes.  The Petersons
loved our act, and so did I.

Since oral sex is a part of human foreplay, and Duke was
perfoming on me, I felt obliged to offer him that same intimate
service.  His cock was frequently in my face as he constantly
walked over me if I was on my back.  Once naked, I prefered
being on my back, so having his red prick dangling in my face
was fairly common.  Actually sucking on a dog's dick was a bit
more than I could accept, and Duke would never stay still long
enough, anyway.  The first time I impulsively reached out with
my tongue and licked his dick, the Peterson's both sat forward,
eager to see me do that again.

Pleasing the Petersons was high on my list of priorities.  I
loved those people.  We grew very close in those few weeks, and
most of the time there was nothing sexual happening.  Sarah,
especially, was like a mother to me.  We often talked for hours.
 Steve never took advantage of the intimacy we shared, and I
often wished he would have.  I found him distinguished and very
sexy.  There was so much love between the three of us, that
seeing how they liked what I'd done was all I nedded to want to
do more.

After seeing their reaction, whenever Duke's cock came within my
tongue's reach, my tongue reached.  I licked Duke from the tip
of his pointed cock to his balls, and even sucked his cock fully
within my mouth for as long as he'd stay in place.  I made a big
scene chasing after that dog's dick, and the Petersons never
tired of watching me do that.  They loved watching my passionate
display and hearing my impassioned moans after capturing that
cock in my mouth.  To watch me, you'd think I was doing my
damnedest to get Duke to cum in my mouth.  He never did, but if
he had, I'm sure I would have swallowed every drop and nursed
his spent cock.    

I wanted to fuck the dog after one long foreplay session that
had me rolling nude on the floor with his dick in my mouth most
of the time.  When Duke couldn't stand anymore foreplay, I sat
on the edge of the sofa between the Petersons and spread my
legs.  I was being as overt as possible, clearly offering him my
pussy and not my leg.  The dumb dog was so used to fucking my
leg that he went for the leg anyway.  

He wanted his cock up high.  He hugged my waist and the cock
rode high on the inside of my right thigh, often poking me in
the pussy.  I tried to capture his cock with my pussy.  They
could see what I was trying to do, but offered no assistance. 
They simply watched me make a fool of myself, squirming like a
bitch in heat while their mutt humped my body and slobbered on
my face.  He ended by squirting his cum all over my pussy and my
hand as I tried getting the tip of his shooting cock aimed at my
hole.

I found this delightfully frustrating, but I wanted that big
doggie cock in my hot pussy.  Once he gets wrapped around my
leg, there's no way to maneuver.  Beforehand, I had considered
assuming the classic doggie style position.  I decided against
that overt act because the missionary position gave them a
better view.  If I had just sat back and gotten my legs up and
out more, he'd have had no choice but to rub on me where pussy
was.  I could have easily guided him in from there.  I promised
myself that, next time, that's exactly what I would do.  I was
determined to fuck that dog, and I knew they wanted to watch him
fuck me.

I was about to pop over for a visit to their house when a phone
call came.  The call was Sarah.  She said, "Paula, we want you
to come over and service our dog, but I must tell you, we are
both upset with your last performance."

I knew this was a put on; she was in her game voice.  I assumed
mine and said, "Oh, I try very hard to please you and your dog,
Mrs. Peterson."  I always call them Mr. and Mrs Peterson in game
mode, Sarah and Steve when we just talk and visit.

"You don't try hard enough.  We've waited patiently for three
weeks, and you still haven't learned how to properly service
him.  We think you are holding back, trying to avoid the
obvious.  I think you know very well what I am referring to,
don't you, Paula?"

"You want me to allow him to fuck me in my pussy, and you expect
me to let him cum in my pussy?"

"That is exactly right, Paula.  That is the service we expect
from a human bitch.  That is what you are, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Peterson.  I am your dog's bitch."

"Well, you're not a very good one if he can't fuck you in the
pussy and shoot his doggie cum way up inside your cunt where it
belongs.  I'm tired of cleaning up the mess you make, Paula.  If
you were a good bitch, you'd think ahead and bring something
along to plug up your fuck hole so you could carry the sperm
home with you."

Her vulgar banter excited me greatly.  I pleaded, "Mrs.
Peterson, I'm so sorry and inconsiderate.  Please don't fire me.
 I will do better.  I will let him fuck my pussy any time he
wants, and I'll find something big to plug my fuck hole with.  I
won't spill a drop of your dog's sperm, I promise."

"That's much better.  All right.  We will expect you within the
hour.  Shave your pussy bald and leave your clothes on the
doorstep.  Do you understand?"

I gulped, but said, "Yes, I understand.  I'll be there soon."

I hurriedly showered and shaved, then rummaged around the
kitchen for a suitable plug.  I settled on a large potato which
I carefully peeled and carved in the middle until it took on an
elongated hour glass look.  I tried the spud plug and found it
difficult to insert.  I considered using a body cream, but
remembered that Duke would be licking the cream.  Perhaps a
vegetable oil, I thought.  

I used a liberal amount of peanut oil, massaging the oil into
the area where I'd shaved.  On impulse, I poured some into my
hole while lying on my back with my ass up in the air.  I
figured Duke would like pussy flavored oil.  When I stood, what
leaked out, I rubbed into my legs.  With my pussy and legs
well-oiled, I attempted to re-insert the plug.  The oily spud
slid in almost effortlessly, and once my vaginal muscles closed
over the thin middle, the Idaho pussy plug remained locked
firmly in place.  

I walked around with the plug inside and liked the feeling.  A
smile crossed my face as I pictured my husband having to pull
the plug out before his fuck.  The smile grew as I pictured his
dick sliding in all that doggie cum.  The smile became a
guttural laugh as I saw myself refusing to explain the spermlike
substance or the reason for a plug.

I patted my pussy and said, "Get used to this thing, pussy. 
After you get your doggie douche, the spud plug isn't coming out
until Benny takes it out."  I decided to wear the plug over,
hoping to make an impression.  I modeled my nude form before a
full-length mirror, liking the effect the three inches of potato
sticking out from my tightly stretched pussy lips made.  I loved
the way the end of the potato moved from side to side with each
step.  I slipped on old loafers and donned my housecoat.  

I paid little attention to the neighborhood.  It wasn't all that
uncommon for a housewife to go from one house to another in a
housecoat.  A half-dozen homes had a view of my crossing, though
most would have needed bonoculars to know who I was.  No one was
outside at the time, anyway.  

I crossed to their house and went to the door.  I debated about
waiting to drop the housecoat as the door opened, but movement
at the window to my side told me I was being observed.  I
listened for cars, then shrugged off the housecoat, kicking off
my shoes before ringing the door bell.

Excitement welled in me with the knowledge that I stood naked,
outdoors, in my own neighborhood.  I prayed for the door to
quickly open.  It did not.  I waited anxiously, nervously, for
two minutes before giving another ring.  They were up to playing
games.  I appreciated the game, and took delight in my own
predicament.  My role became easier as I stood there, waiting. 
I began to rationalize, "So what if somebody sees me.  What can
they say?"  I didn't know any of them.  I hardly cared what they
thought.  The idea of being seen, being recognized, being seen
with a potato stuffed up my twat, took on a strange appeal. 
Perhaps Benny would find out.

I took to pacing the walk that ran parallel with the front of
the house, passing before the large picture window.  I wanted to
demonstrate my boldness, but more than that, I wanted the
stimulation walking brought between my legs.  I could feel the
eyes of the couple on my bare, stuffed pussy.  I listened for
the sound of approaching cars, almost hopefully.  For ten
minutes, I paced without the door opening or a car passing.  I
rang again, growing impatient.  I rang once more when the sound
of an approaching car stood my hairs on end.  

I pounded the door as the car drew near, then stood motionless
as it passed.  I looked over my shoulder and saw that the couple
driving by never even looked my way.  A flood of relief and
excitement coursed through me.  The door opened.

I smiled at the Petersons who stood looking at my stuffed pussy.
I opened my stance and thrust out my cunt for them, saying,
"Will this do?"  Before they responded, I decided to get vulgar.
 Knowing the type of lewd banter they loved, I added, "Will this
pussy plug keep all of your dog's hot doggie sperm way up in my
pussy where it belongs after he fucks his big dog cock in my
bitch cunt?"

My words brought smiles.  Steve said, "I don't know, honey. 
What do you think?"

Sarah said, "Turn around and bend over.  Let's just see how
tight a fit we have here.  I wouldn't want any accidents to
occur.  Dog cum is hard to get out of a carpet."

I was still standing in the open, on the front walk, but did as
requested, spreading my feet wide and bending low to grasp my
ankles.  While bent almost double, I noticed that I stood among
tiny black ants and they were getting on my foot.  Sarah stepped
up and fisted the potato, turning, twisting, then removing my
plug with a sucking pop, saying, "I'll be damned, a twat spud." 
I groaned as she re-inserted my genuine Idaho pussy plug.  She
then told me to stand and turn about.  

Sarah said, "Okay, now do a few jumping jacks."  I smiled
inwardly, then did a dozen.  "Do a few deep squats."  I did a
dozen squats.

On the final squat, I remained in that deep squat with my hands
braced on my knees, keeping my knees widespread.  The tip of the
spud almost touched the ground as I held my pose.  I felt ants
crawling over my legs but tried to ignore them.  I said, "See,
my pussy is well-plugged.  After I let your dog fuck me with his
big doggie cock, and after he shoots his doggie cum way up
inside my pussy, I'll plug my hole.  No dog cum will leak out to
spoil your carpet, I promise."

They stalled.  Sarah said, "I don't know."

"Look, I want to make up for being a bad bitch.  Duke is my
lover, and I am his bitch.  He is entitled to my pussy, and I
have no right to deny him access to it.  His sperm belongs in my
pussy, and I should have to wear my lover's sperm there as a
lesson.  I promise to keep this plug in even after I get home. 
You can stop in unannounced and check on me.  Furthermore, only
my husband can remove the plug so that he can enjoy his rights
by virtue of our marriage.  If he chooses not to remove it, I'll
wear the plug in place until morning."

This monologue pleased them as I was sure it would.  They looked
happy.  He said, "Honey, I think she has learned her lesson.  I
think she deserves another chance, don't you?"

"Well, it is hard to find a girl willing to grovel naked on our
doorstep in broad daylight where anyone can see her, just for
the opportunity to mate with our dog."

Steve said, "And with a spud stuffed up her cunt so she can
carry the dog sperm back to her husband."

"That's right, and don't forget, she is willing to make her
husband take sloppy seconds after our dog, her lover."

"Yes, that is very important.  Duke's needs must come first,
always.  It would be better if her husband officially recognized
that reality, however."

They both let that message sink in.  I now understood where they
were headed.  I had the perfect husband for what they wanted.  
He'd put up with anything.  I said, "Suppose I made Benny check
with you first to see if Duke needed any pussy before I let him
have some.  Would that be satisfactory?"

Steve said, "He would do that?"  I smiled and nodded.  

Sarah said, "Are you sure?"

"I would not make the offer if I couldn't deliver.  Look,
tonight, Benny will be pulling this plug out.  He'll want to
know what it's all about, especially when he sees the mess.  I
plan to lay it all out for him, tell him everything.  I will
make him understand that Duke is my lover and his needs come
first.  I will inform Benny that he can only have my pussy after
Duke has had it first.  He will always be getting sloppy
seconds, and that a fresh, clean, pussy is reserved only for
Duke.  I will have him call you this evening so that he can
personally tell you that he understands the way things are going
to be from now on.  Now, can I please come in and screw your
dog?  I'm getting a cramp, and ants are starting to crawl up my
leg."

Sarah exclaimed, "Oh, look, honey!  There's a whole line of ants
and they are crawling up her leg."

Steve bent down to watch the file march onto my left foot
between my big and second toe.  Hundreds, possibly thousands,
were behind them.  I saw them too, but made no move to escape,
patiently awaiting permission to get up though they never told
me to assume the squat in the first place.  The squat did help
to conceal me, as there was a bushy plant behind me.  The ants
crawling up my leg made me tingle.  I knew they weren't the
biting type.  I suspected that my wet, musky, vaginal scent or
the oil probably attracted them and that my pussy was most
likely their destination.  Actually, I was as curious as the
couple to see what they'd do once they got there. 

I decided to drop a hint, saying, "Are you going to make me stay
like this until I'm covered in ants as punishment for not being
a good bitch, for not freely offering up my pussy to receive
Duke's animal cock, for not welcoming his dog cum deep in my
womb?"

By this time, several hundred were marching up my inner thigh,
headed right for my pussy.  The line was thick on the concrete
walk.  Soon, thousands would converge on my body.  As the couple
watched in awe, ants grew thick around and on the spud.  Sarah
was amazed at my willingness to endure this assault.  Her voice,
heavy with arousal, said, "That's exactly what you deserve.  In
fact, to teach you a lesson, I want you to remove that plug."

"But they will get inside my pussy.  Is there no other way?"

"No, I want them to get in your pussy."  

I removed the plug carefully, trying not to disturb the many
ants on the potato itself.  Those on my pussy lips moved into
the gaping hole under the couple's watchful eyes.  Sarah,
inspired by my passive acceptance, said, "That's not good
enough.  I want you to sit in front of the line of ants and open
up your hole with your fingers."

To their surprise, that's exactly what I did.  They had to step
outside and move to the side to get a head on view of my open
pussy as I hooked my index fingers in from opposite sides.  They
both knelt to watch the ants, now numbering in the thousands,
move up my ass crack and into my pussy hole.  I wiggled my butt
to get my hole aligned with the column.  The column marched
right up my hole.  I never felt anything so strangely
titillating as thousands of tiny legs tickled my interior walls
and swarmed over my labia, clit, and fingers.  The line showed
no sign of diminishing, and I showed no sign of distress.  After
a few minutes, every place that I'd massaged the oil into was
covered in ants.  My pussy was a solid black, moving mass, alive
with delicious sensation, inside and out.

They let me remain seated in the ant column for five or six
minutes before Sarah said, "Okay, you can get up now."

I withdrew my fingers, trapping tens of thousands of the ants
inside my pussy.  I rose to my feet, my legs and crotch
infested.  I knew I would not be invited in and wondered what
Sarah would do.  Sarah looked at me and said, "Let that be a
lesson to you.  If you cause any more trouble, the next time
we'll look for a fire ant nest for you to squat on.  Now, go
home and rid yourself.  You'd best be ant free when you return. 
Oh, and carry your housecoat and shoes.  Return without them. 
One other thing:  Put the plug back in."

I killed hundreds of ants re-inserting the twat spud, but the
pleasure was worth it.  My cunt felt alive as I left the
doorstep.  Thoughts of being seen evaporated.  I no longer
cared.  The joy of walking naked across the street in broad
daylight with my friends watching excited me tremendously.  I
took my time; I even stopped to check my mail box.  I stopped
again at my garden hose and sprayed those ants clinging to my
body.  At my door, I waved.  A hot shower and a long douche
cleared my pussy, though there were probably ants, and ant body
parts, in places I didn't want to think about.  Clean and fresh,
I made the return trip totally naked.

My trip was interrupted by a car that sent me scurrying back to
my door.  Another passed as I neared their door.  I was sure the
man saw me.  The car did slow.  I ducked behind the little bush
for another, avoiding the stray ants still in the area.  My
quiet neighborhood had suddenly become a thoroughfare.  That's
when I realized that I'd made the crossing at a power plant
shift change.  The Petersons also realized this.  They opened
the door shortly after the ring.

They brought me to their dining table for a pelvic exam.  They
laid me out like a lab specimen and used a penlight to look
inside my twat.  Sarah announced that all looked well.  A few
black specks were ignored.  Duke was pawing the sliding glass
door, eager to get at me.  Sarah spun me around so that my cunt
faced the dog, then fingered my pussy, saying, "Look, Duke, we
brought you some pussy to fuck.  She's going to be a good bitch
from now on and let you fuck your cock up her cunt.  You can
empty your balls in this nasty little bitch any time you want,
precious."

Looking to her husband while finger fucking me, Sarah said, "Oh,
look how happy and excited he is, dear.  He can't wait to mount
his bitch."

"Come on, dear, we've kept these two lovers apart long enough. 
Can't you see they're both eager to mate?  Look at the bitch
squirming in anticipation of taking Duke's cock up her snatch. 
Her pussy is salivating for his cock.  You want that dog dick,
don't you, bitch?"

"Yes!  Yes!  I want to feel his cock in my pussy so badly.  I
need a good animal screwing.  My pussy will suck his cock dry."

 Sarah said, "Not before your mouth gets him good and hard." 
She opened the glass door as her husband helped me to my feet. 
Duke bounded over and devoured my pussy as I held my lips open
for him, saying, "Oh, yes, baby.  It's all yours, now."

I put on a vulgar exhibition as I offered up my pussy in a
variety of spread beaver poses.  Duke was more excited than he'd
ever been, and his long cock dangled from it's furry sheath as
he moved about me.  When Sarah felt we were ready, she lifted
Duke by his front paws.  He stood over me on his hind legs, his
hard cock jutting far out.  I immediately dropped to my knees
and began sucking that cock slavishly, going deep while
massaging his sheath and balls with both hands.

Sarah said, "I should let him ejaculate in your mouth."

I lifted off to say, "You should; you really should."

They exchanged smiles.  Sarah said, "Maybe next time.  Right
now, we need to get you bred."  She led me to the sofa and drew
me down between them.  I immediately brought my legs up and they
each took one and opened me into the splits, offering Duke my
pussy with my ass poised at the edge of the cushion.  Duke
jumped up and gripped me around the chest.  I reached down and
grasped his hard cock, guiding the tip to my hole.  

The couple both leaned in to observe the penetration from each
side.  Duke's humping loins quickly drove home the eight-inch
slab of dog cock, bringing forth a swoon from me.  I felt him
deep, his pointy cock denting the back of my vagina as the
middle swelled inside my cunt.  I cried out, "Oh, Fuck!  This
feels fantastic.  God help me, I love this.  Oh, Fuck my pussy,
Duke!  Fuck it hard!"

The dog humped hard and fast for ten minutes before pumping a
copious load up my twat.  I could feel the hot jets pepper my
womb and I announced that I was taking his sperm.  Duke remained
inside while the swelling receded.  Sarah placed his front paws
on my shoulders while we waited.  This exposed our connected
genitals to the Peterson's best advantage.  They both reached
hands into my crotch to feel the connection.

When Duke emerged, Sarah was ready with the plug and quickly
inserted the spud, saying, "There, now take that to your husband
with our regards."

I relaxed in a slump with a satisfied look on my face.  I
fondled the part of the spud sticking out and purred, "Oh, I
will.  It will be a pleasure feeling him sloshing around in
Duke's cum."

Steve said, "Paula, do you really have that much control over
your husband?"

I looked to Steve and said, "That turns you on, doesn't it?"

"It does.  It turns us both on."

"I'm glad, because I can deliver.  Yes, I do have that much and
more.  Tell me, what do you really want."

"All right, we would love it if you could stipulate that he
can't have you until immediately after Duke has had you.  Here,
in our presence, of course."

"That's kinky.  I like it.  All right, I'll see to it."

Sarah spoke up, "There's more.  We will want safeguards against
cheating.  We need some way to insure that the rules are
followed.  We can't have you cheating on Duke."

"Of course not.  What did you have in mind?"

"A chastity belt.  One that we hold the key to."

"A chastity belt!  That's fantastic.  Do you have one?"

Sarah smiled and said, "Wait here."

She returned with a chain contraption.  I stood to examine the
device.  I'd never seen one before, and expected leather harness
arrangement of some kind.  What I held looked like the bottoms
to a string bikini but without any solid material covering.  It
had a metal belt with a long chain dangling from the center. 
Sarah removed the potato and said, "We won't be needing this,
now.  She tossed the slimy spud aside.  Dog cum poured down my
legs, but that didn't seem to bother her.  

She fastened the belt snugly around my waist, above my hip
bones, then passed the chain between my ass cheeks, drawing the
chain up my pussy crack in front.  She fastened the free end to
the belt going around my waist with a through pin and snapped a
lock on it.  The chain going between my legs fit snuggly in the
groove of my twat.  I was unfuckable.

"There, you can pee in that thing, but taking a shit will pose a
problem.  You can shit, but it will be awfully messy.  A shower
afterwards is a must.  You can always come here and we'll unlock
you."

I marveled at the simplicity and comfort, but I missed my spud
plug.  I said, "Okay, I guess that seals the deal.  Benny isn't
getting any pussy until he plays by the rules.  At least I won't
have to return home naked, now."

"No, but you'll have to return home right away.  You are about
to stain my carpet.  Honey, get the door for this leaky bitch."

Steve opened the door and I hurried out.  I took a quick look
around, then started off across the street.  Half way across, a
car came along and I took off like a bottle rocket, just getting
inside as it passed.  It was a close call that had my heart
pounding.  Benny had just gotten home and was on his way to the
TV carrying a fresh six pack and a bag of chips.  He halted dead
in his tracks and looked me over, almost dropping his beer. 
"Honey, what the fuck?"

I caught my breath and walked up to him.  His eyes went over the
device, then focused on the mess running down both legs.  I
said, "It's dog cum, Benny.  I've been fucking the neighbor's
dog."  I brushed past him on my way to the shower.  Benny
followed as I expected.  I turned on the water and stepped into
the stall.

Benny said, "Would you please clarify that?"

"What word didn't you understand?"

"You fucked a dog?"

"Good, Benny.  I think you've got it."

"Why?"

"Because he fucks me better and longer than you.  He's a great
fuck.  I'm his bitch.  He's my lover.  Anymore questions?"

"Do the neighbors know."

"They set it up.  My job is to service their dog.  I take my job
seriously."

"So what's with the gizmo, and why were you out running around
naked?"

"I wasn't naked, I'm wearing a chastity belt."

"A chastity belt?  Those things are for virgins."

"No, they are to keep unauthorized cocks out of privately owned
pussies and assholes."

"Who has the key."

"The Petersons, of course."

"So how do I get pussy?"

"Well, that's going to be a problem.  They have rules.  Duke
gets first crack at my crack.  You can have pussy, but you have
to get it right after Duke gets his, before they lock their
pussy up again.  They said they'd allow you enough time as long
as you don't take too long.  I told them they needn't worry
about that."

I could see that Benny wasn't as upset as he pretended to be. 
His eyes couldn't leave my chastity belt, as he kept my shower
door open while I showered.

"He asked me to spell out in detail how things were.  His raging
hardon betrayed how he really felt about my taking a dog lover,
so I gave him a detailed description of the act and its effect
on me.  He almost came in his pants when I mentioned that Duke
would always have fresh pussy, and he would always follow Duke
only if the Petersons were satisfied with his complete and total
acceptance of the true order of things.  By that evening, he was
more than ready to make the call to explain to them what he
understood his role to be.

I almost came just listening to my husband profess over and over
in a variety of lewd and graphic terms that he was second to
Duke and that I was Duke's number one lover and bitch.  Of
course, he quickly discovered the key words and phrases that
turned them on and used them liberally.  They told Benny to
bring the bitch over for mating.

Benny did not like walking me over wearing only the chastity
belt; but by then, I'd have it no other way.  He thoroughly
enjoyed watching me mate with the beast, and dutifully followed,
shoving his meager prick in the sloppy mess and dumping his load
in record time.  After that first session, he refastened the
belt and then fastened a jeweled dog collar around my neck, one
that they handed him .  They told him I must wear it always. 
The ornate collar had a hanging tag with the words, "Duke's
Bitch," inscribed on both sides in letters easy to read from
several feet away.  I wore the collar proudly and intended to
wear it everywhere.  They snapped a leash to the collar and
handed the end to Benny.

On the way home, I stalled.  He was so nervous.  I was
determined that someone see me.  When we got to our door, I
insisted we go back because I forgot to thank them.  Poor Benny
was beside himself, but led me back.  They were surprised to see
me and immediately suspected my motive.  When a car did head our
way, Benny wanted to run.  I stood fast, preventing him.  I
boldly crossed in front of the car, forcing the car to slow,
then stop.  I waved to the couple inside as Benny tried to
hustle me along.  They didn't move until we got to our door.

Just when Benny thought we were home safe, the Petersons called
us back.  Two more cars caught us in the crossing.  Both
stopped, headed in opposite directions, and remained in the
street between our house and the Petersons.  When we got to
their door, Sarah said, "You're welcome."  

I had to laugh.  Benny wanted in, but they wouldn't have it.  We
headed back.  The two cars were still stopped in the street. 
Benny wanted to pass behind one of the cars, but I wanted to go
between the two sets of head lights.  One car had a single male
driver, but the other had a family with three kids inside, all
with their noses to the window.  I walked right up to the
driver's window of that car.  He rolled the window down and
turned on the interior light.  I leaned down so they all got a
good look at the inscription on my collar.  I asked if he had
the time.

He had a shit-eating grin on his face.  His wife just sat there,
dumbfounded.  One kid said, "Who's Duke."  I pointed back to the
Peterson house and said, "Duke is their male black lab.  Why."

The grinning kid said, "What does that mean, 'Duke's Bitch?'" 
His mother said, "Arnold, please?"  

I looked to her and said, "Do you want to explain this to him,
or do you want me to?"

She and her husband exchanged looks.  I saw him pass a signal
with a nod.  She looked to her kids and saw their eager, excited
faces.  The other car moved up until the driver was at my ass. 
I found out latter that he had a flashlight.  The woman turned
to me and said, "By all means, you tell them."

I turned to the kid and said, "Duke is my lover.  I am his
bitch. Do you know what male dogs do with their bitches?"

He said shyly, "Yeah, do you let him do that to you?"

"Do what, sweetheart?"

He said to his mother, "Can I say the word?"  She said, "You've
gone this far, I don't see why not."  He smiled and said, "Do
you let him fuck you?"

"Yes, I let the dog fuck my pussy.  I let him cum in my pussy,
too."  I was so turned on by my lewd exhibition, and the
peoples' acceptance, that I craved more.   I stood up straight
and stepped back, almost getting a cold flashlight up my ass.  I
displayed my legs with my knees parted and said, "This is his
doggie cum.  As you can see, the dog'd sperm is leaking from my
pussy."  

I turned to face the flashlight man and posed for him, saying,
"Here, I suppose you want a good look, too."  The man aimed his
beam at my open crotch.  Benny stood stupidly by while I
flaunted myself this way.  I had to explain the chastity belt,
which gave me ample excuse to display my pussy.  To do this, I
went to each car and threw my right leg up on the top with my
pussy in the driver's window.  I used my fingers to show the
belt's utility.  Both of the men, and the two boys took
advantage of my position to get liberal feels of my pussy, split
by the chain.  I discovered that determined little fingers can
get past the chain.  Shortly afterwards, we made it home.  Benny
had another hardon.

I have since been caught by just about all of our neighbors. 
They all know what's going on.  Benny expected someone to
complain; but so far, we've received no complaints or visits
from authorities.  That was not as unusual as it might seem.  I
didn't think we would.  We live in a very sparsely populated
part of the county and the residents are staunch independents
with a code that says, "To each his own."  Many eccentrics have
moved here.  We became just one more of the crazies to be
tolerated or enjoyed.  I get frequent visits from my neighbors,
now.  Mostly because I only wear the chastity belt and collar. 
I only dress to go to town; even then, I am hardly dressed.  

People call me the bitch lady.  I love answering their questions
and often repeat them, answering in a loud voice so those nearby
can hear.  Some parents will hustle their kids away when I am
near, but most don't.  In fact, kids ask the best questions. 
Some get put up to it, I'm sure.  Benny has learned to live with
being the community laughing stock.  He has little interaction
with them anyway, as he works thirty miles away and doesn't
socialize.  He gets off on it, now, and sometimes takes me on
long walks through the neighborhood, on the leash, of course. 
All in all, it's a dog's life, and we love it. 


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