Crazy Eight Kennels 02 PF&RF

“I declare the board meeting for Crazy Eight Kennels open,” Victoria said proudly.  

 “Just like her legs,” giggled Karen, nudging her partner, Sally.  

“Will you two hush,” laughed Victoria. “Kate, how is the dog training going?”  

“Very well, we have all the action videos in their first form, but would like to expand.” The women all looked at her questioningly as she went on, “It’s all very well having one video with one partner, but it does get single-dimensional. I would prefer if we had more videos of different people showing the versatility of our dogs.”  

Victoria tapped her pen against her teeth as she considered her response.  

“Okay, we need a rota. I think we should each fuck every dog we have, then Missy over there,” nodding at Pam, ”Can build us a montage for each dog. Two dogs a day each, and we should have them done by the end of the week.”  

“Thinking of that, we have finished the first shooting of the Hannibal video with Pam,” Cathy said with a smile, “Of course, each of you will need to take a turn...I will be doing mine this evening.”  

“Let’s see it then,” chimed Sally & Karen.  

Victoria shivered as she had experienced Hannibal’s ‘loving’ first hand, although not videoed. Yes, she had cum, and cum hard, but it wasn’t for the fainthearted.  

The big screen sprang into life as Pam connected her laptop.  

The shot opened to a terrified-looking Pam looking around the semi-darkness with fear written on her face. He clothing was torn and snagged with twigs and leaves in her hair, like she had run through bushes.   

“He never stops,” she whispered into the camera, her eyes darting around, then squealed loudly as Hannibal leapt into view. Pam’s on-screen squeak made some of the other women watching jump in fright as Hannibal strode into the clearing. His red cock fully out of its hairy sheath as it swung below his belly, dripping onto the grass. Every so often, the tip would twitch malevolently like it was seeking a victim of its own. When he spotted Pam cowering, he paused and sniffed the air, his snuffle clear from the speakers. Then he growled, a deep growl that seemed to come from the bowels of the earth and at least three of the women watching felt themselves get wet.  

He walked around, arrogance written clearly on his face; he was lord of all he surveyed, and he knew it. He circled Pam. Ignoring her whimpers, he paused briefly to inhale or sniff before continuing his inspection. Nudging her with his snout, when she didn’t move fast enough, he nipped her to encourage her responses. He inhaled at her pussy, and when he tried licking, he found it covered in cotton. His solution to the barrier was simple; he hooked his teeth into the material and tore it from Pam’s body. The sound of the tear was the only noise in the room, although the humidity between every pair of legs was rapidly rising.  

Before any watcher could breathe, he leapt onto Pam’s back, his cock thrusting like an angry red rocket as he sought her hole. Pam was acting well, as any casual observer who didn't know would have thought it was real.  

“Please God get this brute off me,” she begged as she tried to crawl out from under Hannibal. The dog let out a frightful growl and fastened his teeth into Pam’s shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it was firm enough to make his bitch stop still. As he thrust into Pam, the camera zoomed in on her face, and the passage of each furious inch was clear to read. Her vista changed from abject terror to that of animal lust as Hannibal fucked her so hard her head was shaking like a nodding dog on the parcel shelf of old cars.  

The shot changed to show that Hannibal had forced his knot into Pam’s cunt and was pumping his seed into his bitch. He had moved his paw so that it was on her head, pinning her down, and the camera displayed his look of triumph and her look of pure contentment.  

“Fucking hell,” Linda breathed quietly as the video ended. “No way is that beast coming near me, that was bloody scary.”  

“Scary yes,” grinned Shelly, “but fucking hot, sign me up.”  

“We are changing the narrative as well, as whilst what Linda and Dennis did was very factual, there was no passion in reciting the weight and age of each dog. Let me give you an example,” Pam said as she pressed play.  

Cathy’s voice came across loud and clear, with perhaps a touch of breathlessness to convey the excitement.  

“This is Hannibal, he doesn’t just fuck, he takes what he wants, with force if need be. Sex with this demon dog is only for the brave, as he will possess not just your body but your soul as well.”  

Cathy looked at Linda, who smiled, “Sounds so much better.”  

“OK then,” said Victoria, “start dubbing to make it more of a Hollywood production. Now who else wants to make a Hannibal video?”  

Sally and Karen both shook their heads when Victoria looked at them, then, turning to Kate, she knew the answer just by looking at the red colour to her face while her nipples were nearly tearing holes in her dress.  

“Is that a yes?” giggled Victoria.  

“Too damn right,” Kate said, trying to squeeze her thighs together to stop herself cumming.  

“So that makes three more to film,” Victoria smiled.  

 “Three?” said Cathy questioningly.  

 “Shelly...Kate...and of course myself,” Victoria laughed.  

“Next client?” Victoria said, looking around the room.  

“I have had an approach via a customer of ours, who vouches for them,” Karen said as she picked up her notes. “They met NJ while on a cruise and after overindulging at Happy Hour, NJ mentioned to PF she was missing her friend’s long tongue. PF shared she was a fan of being eaten as well”.   

In a moment of alcohol fuelled lust, NJ said, “Well, you’ve never been eaten like this”, and pulled out her phone to show PF a video of NJ being enthusiastically licked by a dog to a screaming orgasm.”  

PF said in a whisper she didn’t think was loud enough for NJ to hear, “Dam, I’d like to give that a try.”  

“They are an American couple, and based on the conversation I had with them, I think he is keener than she is. They are both mid-60s and over here on holiday next week and would like to set something up. There are a couple of quirks that they would like incorporated, and I can’t see any problems. He would like to do the filming, and they want her to be restrained.”  

Pam looked up, “Will he be using my recording equipment?”  

Karen nodded as Victoria said, “The restraint thing is fine, but we would need very clear verbal confirmation that she is willing, and set up safe words, or anything like that. I don’t want her screaming rape at a later stage.”  

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