The Craving

I had never been to 'The Last Stop' pub before but I knew the exterior layout from research I had done before I decided it was suitable for a meeting place. The pub was worse inside than the exterior suggested, with its run-down appearance and its dated and faded decorating, but it had a large car park where I could position my car perfectly should I need to get away in a hurry. The dark dingy interior was perfect for this clandestine meeting, with tables tucked away in corners, and I chose one carefully that gave me a clear view of the door. The locals mainly ignored me and after checking out the unfamiliar woman who had ventured into their local went back to their subdued conversations.

The landlord was wary of me at first wondering if I was perhaps a prostitute who had decided to venture into pastures new, though heaven only knows why a prostitute would think they could make money from this shithole. A flash of my wedding ring that I then quickly concealed nervously planted an idea in his brain that I was there to meet a secret lover and his thought was half true, but at the same time further from the truth than he could ever imagine. I still wore my wedding ring, not out of any sentimentality but found that it dissuaded some from being too adventurous with their approaches, and for others, it was a huge turn-on at the thought I was married.

As I sat there nervously waiting I knew what I was doing was wrong, immoral and downright illegal but the craving was too strong to resist. Like an addictive drug, once tasted you are hooked for life, and although you may stop for a while the craving never really goes away, it just dies down for a while. Then like a demon inside it grows and swells as it takes control of your brain demanding that you satisfy your desires and slake your unquenchable thirst.

As soon as he entered the pub I knew it was him, not just from his description of a tall man with a cap and a beard, that could have been half the pub, but from the pair of Great Danes that trotted on either side of him. One had a coat of silver-white that seemed to shimmer in the flickering light and the other was jet black, so black that his coat almost seemed to shine. He scanned the room and as his eyes reached me he stopped and smiled as he recognised me, not only from my description but from the light that burned in my eyes that were flicking between his two pets.

He ignored me as he ordered a drink from the bar and then casually made his way over to my table in the corner before sitting down opposite, staying silent for a moment as he studied me.

"Your description doesn't do you justice."

I thought about his words as I recalled the ad I had placed on a very discrete notice board, '30 something woman in reasonable shape seeks canine companion for meet and more. Owner not to participate but the taking of discrete pictures open for discussion.'

I had got a few replies, most of which were either clearly not genuine or requesting pictures in advance, so probably were fake as well. Then I got a response that not only got my interest but caused my pulse to start racing.

'Genuine male with two fully intact trained Great Danes who work together as a pair. No owner involvement required but would want to make a discrete video of the encounter.'

I will tell you here and now, just reading that caused my pussy to flood as I thought of not one, but two dogs eager and willing to cover me, and I knew my fingers would not be enough as I started to pen my reply. Opening the bottom drawer of my desk I carefully removed 'Rex' the dog-shaped dildo I had purchased online after my husband had left me a few years before, knowing that it was going to get a good workout that evening. Placing the suction end on my leather chair I removed the last few items of clothing I had on and sank down gratefully onto it as I wrote back to him, trying to not sound too eager at his offer.

An exchange of emails led to discrete chats that progressed to video calls though neither one of us was prepared to show our faces. What he did show me were his two boys, and as he proudly gripped their dripping red cocks, waving them at the screen, I showed my appreciation by riding the dog dildo, giving him a close-up of me orgasming on it as he muttered words of encouragement. Slowly a level of trust had built, cumulating in this meeting, though I still had a few slight tinges of concern.

“Before we get started you said you wanted this,” said the man placing his passport on the table between us. I nodded and picking it up opened the picture page glancing between the picture and the man in front of me. "Sean Harlow," I said reading out loud his name, before removing my phone from my bag and clicking a picture. Then I attached it and sent a text message to a friend as I had pre-arranged before I came here. As I waited, turning the passport over and over in my hands, I studied his face. I would have put him in his mid-fifties and from the way he carried himself when he had entered the pub, a confident man in good shape. His brown eyes shone and his short beard was more than flecked with grey, as was his hair that was cut in a short crop, though it didn't make him look thuggish in any way. A sudden thought popped into my head that he was old enough to be my father, and considering what I was about to do I felt myself blushing. I was saved from embarrassing myself further by the ping from my phone showing the message was acknowledged. Handing his passport back to him I couldn't help a wry smile as I read my friend’s words.

‘Can’t say I fancy him myself, but no accounting for taste. Let me know how it goes, here if you need me or want me C xxx.’

As far as Caroline was concerned this was a guy I had hooked up with on Tinder, much to her disappointment. As a confirmed lesbian Caroline was always hoping to get me back into bed and carry on from where my ex-husband had caught us locked in mutual pussy licking. We had continued our fling for a while after my separation and eventual divorce, but in the end, it came to a stuttering halt. Not for any other reason than I still craved cock which no amount of fingers or toys could replace, though have to admit her tongue did run it very close. We stayed in contact and stayed friends and when I wasn't out with men. or picking up men, we would hook up with her spending the night trying to get into my knickers. On odd occasions, I would succumb as her fingers and tongue were a lot more enjoyable than spending an evening on my own.

I shared everything with Caroline as she became my closest confidant, well nearly everything, the one thing I never told her about was the dogs. What I did tell her about was my husband's drunken rages when he would try to fuck me, be unable to get an erection and then beat me blaming me for it all.

It had started with looking at dog porn online and reading racy stories about women with dogs that I found more and more alluring. I had even purchased 'Rex' the massive dog dildo as I was unable to have a pet in the small flat I now lived in. I sought out and found the underground forums where my desires were commonplace and from there it was a simple step to using the adverts placed on notice boards to hook up with owners. At first, my main worry was about the nutters out there, but the passport and text allayed most of those. Slowly my fears became more about having my secret life revealed as I still had a respectable job as an office manager in a local immigration law firm, so pictures were very much banned.

The first time was four years ago with an old man who claimed he wanted involvement but that amounted to little more than him wanking himself as his scruffy mongrel took my dog virginity in a lock-up garage. Despite it not being the biggest dog and the old mattress on a concrete floor not being the most romantic setting I was hooked. We carried on for another six months on a regular basis with his dog making up for what he lacked in size with pure enthusiasm and energy. Sadly, one day while looking forward to our weekly meeting, I read on the group notice board that he had passed away suddenly. The thought did cross my mind about asking the family if I could still borrow his dog but knew it was little more than a joke.

From there on it was a barren wasteland as many of the promising contacts turned out to be false or a waste of time, but on the odd occasion, I would get lucky, although sometimes having to travel a distance the end result was well worth it. Over the past three years, I had a variety of dogs and their owners despite always putting no owner involvement. The only reason I put that was it deterred the fakes, but once I got to know the owner I would often allow them to join in, although it was always after their dog had fucked me to heaven and back. With some of the larger dogs, I would be open for a while afterwards so this would sometimes mean anal or oral, neither of which worried me as I enjoyed both.

“So you know my name, what should I call you?” Sean said dragging me back to reality.

I thought for a moment then with a smile I said, "Mary... you can call me Mary as in Mary Poppins."

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he studied me, repeating the name under his breath I had given him.

"Well, Mary Poppins. how are we feeling?"

My head was spinning with lust as I switched my gaze between the two magnificent beasts that were both regarding me with growing interest. I suspected that some of their interest would have been caused by catching my scent which I knew must be very strong. I could feel the dampness between my thighs as I shifted in the seat and tried to find my voice, but just a squeak came out. Taking a sip of the glass of water I replied in a quiet voice.

“Eager... very eager.”

He smiled and nodded and then leant forward and whispered in a low tone, “The boys haven’t covered a bitch in a year so they are equally eager,” then leaning back in his chair laughed loudly as he ruffled their heads with either hand, “aren’t you boys?”

I swear the two dogs knew exactly what he was talking about as they looked at him, and then me, with their tongues hanging out and their tails banging the floor like a pair of drummers in perfect synchronisation. The speed of the thumping on the floor perfectly matched the beating of my heart which I was sure would burst at any moment.

"Well if you are ready then there is no time like the present, shall we go?"

He stood, and as I followed suit, for a moment my legs buckled and felt weak with anticipation at what was about to happen very soon. Following him to his van he put the pair of Danes into the back and held open the door to the passenger seat.

"Unless of course, you would prefer to travel in the back with Ronnie and Reggie and get the party started early."

His offer actually tempted me greatly and the thought of speeding through the streets while being humped in the back of a van made my already wet pussy start to get even wetter.

"I will drop you back here to collect your car later after we have finished the business. As agreed they will fuck you in turn while I film. You understand that once they start I will not be able to stop them until they have had their fill."

I couldn't help myself as I put my hand under my skirt and started to rub myself as he spoke, the thought of the Danes taking turns with me was driving me wild.

He ignored me totally, keeping his eyes on the road as he went on, "You can wear a mask as agreed and you will have to trust me that I will give you a copy of the video to do what you want with it. I will be keeping my copy for my personal use only and have no intention of posting it or sharing it."

To be honest, I couldn't care less about the video, what I wanted was the two times 12 inches of angry red cock pounding me senseless one after the other. The thoughts running through my head were now so vivid I had to slip a finger inside and couldn't help the little moan that escaped my lips. I had already decided in my head that he was suitable 'joining in' material and still touching myself brazenly I panted, "You can have me as well if you want as long as it's afterwards."

On hearing my words he turned his head slightly and could see what I was doing, causing him to whistle in appreciation.

"You really are craving it, aren't you? Perhaps you should have travelled in the back after all. As far as joining in, we will see as since I lost my wife a year ago I haven't touched another woman but the boys still need to satisfy their needs. Not long to wait." As I reflected on his words he turned into an unmade country lane that was just wide enough to take the van, before he turned again through an open gate. "We are here now."

I looked up and could see we had arrived at what looked like an old static caravan that was tucked away behind a clump of trees making it hardly visible from the country lane we had just bounced along, let alone from the main road.

"I like to call this my studio. I don't live here but do all my filming here and it's very discrete so you can let rip with any emotions you have."

As I got out of the car I could see that outside of the caravan there was like a clearing, not cultivated enough to be a garden but tidy enough not to be a glade. It was still afternoon and the sun was low but hadn't fully set so there was plenty of light.

"Is there enough light for you to film me outside?" I found myself saying in a croaky voice.

"Sure, if that's your thing," then he paused before continuing, "why not, the boys will fuck you anywhere."

He opened the back of the van and the two Great Danes leapt out, their senses heightened as they had caught full nostrils of my arousal from the front seat as we had driven to this spot. The pair started nudging their noses under my skirt, one from the front and the other behind as they sniffed closer to the source. As they sniffed I had already pulled my top over my head and unfastened my bra to let my 36B breasts hang free and thrown the two garments back into the seat of the van. These were joined by the wrap-around skirt leaving me in just a brief pair of soaked cotton panties. As I leant into the van to find the mask in the small bag I had bought with me and I felt a sharp tug followed by a ripping sound as one of the dogs hooked his teeth into my panties and tore them away. In my position of half-leaning into the van, it had caused me to naturally stick my ass out, which was when one of the heavy dogs stuck his head between my thighs causing them to open. The moan of pleasure I let out was loud in my own ears as the long pink tongue rasped across my pussy and slobbered at my juices. I managed to pull the half-mask over the top of my head concealing my eyes and nose but leaving my mouth free before dropping to all fours beside the van.

I assumed Sean had started filming though I didn't really care that much as there was only one thing on my mind now, to get fucked. I arched myself up to whichever dog was licking me to allow him full access to my cunt moaning loudly as the grass tickled my breasts that were being rubbed against the ground. I could feel the two dogs behind me pushing each other out of the way as they fought to gain access to me, making me feel even more wanted. Glancing under my arm I could see their two cocks were almost fully emerged from their furry sheaths and swinging wildly spraying watery pre-cum across my naked body and the ground. I wished at that moment dogs could talk, or at least understand, as I wanted one to take me while I sucked the other, but knew there was no point in saying it out loud.

Then, almost as if they agreed between them the order, one of them backed away while the other rose up and placed himself on my back. I wouldn't consider myself a lightweight at 140lb on my 5' 6" curvy frame as I always prefer to think of it, but the dog on my back was at least my weight or more. I felt my arms sag a little as I braced back against its thrusts and even though it was supporting much of its weight on its hind legs it was still an effort not to collapse onto the floor. The dog was thrusting wildly and I feared that as had happened on other occasions with different dogs, it would lose interest if it could not find its goal.

I felt Sean's presence and could see his shoes which I noticed in a weird moment of clarity were very highly polished. That thought vanished as I felt his hand brush my ass cheeks and grasping the dog's waving member placed it at my entrance. The dog sensing that it had found its target thrust forward with a mighty shove that would have sent me sprawling had I not been braced. What it did instead was to drive most of its long thick red cock deep into my body causing me to pierce the late afternoon air with a wail of pure lust.

Like with humans every dog is different in some way, whether it be length or girth but there is one thing they share in common, they all fuck like the end of the world is coming. Reggie or Ronnie, I had no idea which was which, was no exception and with each thrust, he drove his cock in deeper until I could feel his knot banging on my pussy lips. Some dogs move about a lot when they fuck others will search for a position and then settle on that for a while, but with the dog currently on my back, its experience showed as it braced and fucked. Still at a breakneck speed and ferocity that I so loved but with a determination that seemed to scream that he was nailing his bitch.

The orgasm that rushed through me was incredible, like nothing I experienced with any human partner. There was no regard for me as a lover, I was there to be fucked, nothing more and nothing less. As I writhed in orgasm the release of fluids allowed him to finally ram his knot home almost causing me to lose consciousness as he started to swell to lock himself inside.

The knot feels like nothing else in this world and until you have experienced it you don't understand how it feels, once you have then you are hooked on that feeling forever. As it pulsed and throbbed deep inside me I felt the explosion of hot seed spraying deep inside my womb that sent me over the top again. The dog settled for a moment as I lay under it whimpering in a non-sensical way, drifting in and out of a nirvana-like state of semi-consciousness.

The sharp pain of his tugging bought me back to reality and I tried to relax as much as I could to allow him to pull free. With a mighty effort, he pulled himself free accompanied by a fair amount of fluids that spurted out and decorated the grass between my knees. The cool air caressed my pussy that felt as if was on fire as it tingled from the savage fucking it had just received. That coolness was cut off as the second dog replaced the first and started to thrust. seeking its turn at the new bitch their master had bought them.

I have had multiple human partners since splitting with my husband and the sensation of being penetrated for a second time after a prolonged pounding is very unique, but this was another planet altogether. The Dane found its mark naturally and slammed home with such force that I thought the top of my head would surely come off and the contents spread across the field. As with men, all dog cocks are varied and even though the same breed, the two dogs cocks were different enough to allow me to differentiate. The first dog had felt huge inside and its girth had stretched me to my limits, the second dog seemed thinner, though perhaps that was because I was already open. What I did feel, was what it lacked in girth it more than made up for in length, though again that could have been due to its eagerness and ferocity. Within a couple of thrusts, I am sure it penetrated my cervix and its pounding jangled my already sensitive nerve endings to a point where I came almost immediately. The fucking was incessant and simply out of this world. It wasn't long before he forced his knot inside me and started to pulse and throb as he spurted his seed inside.

I lost count of the orgasms and in turn lost track of the time but at one point I opened my eyes and could see the sun just starting to set over the distant hills. The sheer beauty of the vista coupled with the throbbing pulsing knot inside me made me want to weep with joy.

The second dog pulled free with much less effort than his companion allowing me to collapse face down on the ground mumbling words of thanks to everybody and everything I could think of.

"They haven't finished yet," I heard Sean's disembodied voice say, and his words were accompanied by the nudging of a heavy head against my thighs and ass cheeks. Rolling onto my back I opened my legs to allow the silver-white dog full access to my pussy which was alive with every nerve ending on fire. The dog lapped at me with its coarse tongue and within seconds I was arching up off the grass to meet his licks, offering myself like a brazen whore. The black dog had moved next to my head and stood perfectly still as it waited for me to take action. It took a moment for it to dawn on me that this beast was trained to perfection and I knew what it wanted, what I wanted. Opening my mouth I lifted my head and sucked on the angry red tip and was rewarded with a mouthful of his still flowing dog cum, tinged with traces of my own juices.

One of the things Caroline had given me was a love for female love juice. Before being with her I had never imagined tasting another woman or myself for that matter. After feasting on her pussy on more than one occasion I started tasting myself and would often fuck myself to climax with a dildo and then lick the toy clean, relishing every drop.

The taste of myself on the dog's cock made it even more desirable and I sucked deeply before moving my head and licking the full length of its shaft seeking every drop of myself that I could find. The biggest challenge I found myself having was as the other dog licked I had to stop sucking until the climax had passed before I could continue my task for fear of hurting the animal's sensitive gland.

A soft whistle pierced the noise of the licking and sucking and both dogs lifted their heads before trotting to sit by their master's side.

"It's getting dark so we have to stop filming," Sean said softly as he regarded my naked form sprawled spreadeagled on the grass without any modesty. "Best you get washed up and dressed, then I can take you back to your car. There is hot water in the caravan."

After I had made myself a little more respectable I climbed into the passenger seat of the van and allowed the euphoria of what I had just experienced to wash over me.

"You would be more than welcome again you know," Sean said as he drove along the now dark streets, the two dogs quiet in the back, "Maybe next time we could have dinner, my house is at the end of that lane and I am a reasonable cook."

I had to stifle a giggle. Was this man who had just watched me being fucked by both of his dogs asking me on a date? Could this be for real?

"My wife was into dog sex," Sean said quietly.

"What happened?"

"A tragic accident. She was out jogging and a joy-rider lost control of a car he had just stolen. He mounted the pavement. Killing her instantly."

He said nothing more and we continued in silence for a few minutes before I spoke.

"I would love to meet with your boys again, if you want we could make it a regular thing as I often get the craving for dog cock which is never easy to satisfy." I smiled as I went on, "and the chance of a free meal as well sounds good to me. I do have one question though."

His look of concern made me laugh which was a small error as the dog cum that was still inside me slid out. Luckily I had brought a sanitary pad in anticipation of such an event.

"Which one is which?" I said nodding over my shoulder to the two sleeping dogs.

He laughed a beautiful laugh that made me realise that was the first time I had seen him happy since we first met. "Reggie White and Ronnie Black." Then he looked at me and winked as he said "and they have a very special party trick that maybe next time you might like to explore."

Before I could ask what he meant and what this special trick was we had arrived at the pub car park and he pulled up next to my car.

"I will send you my address, shall we say 6 o'clock next Saturday?" and when I nodded eagerly his face lit up in a smile, "and bring an overnight bag if you want, and stay the night."

With that, he pulled away leaving me with my car keys in my hand and an ever-increasing damp patch between my legs.