Crossroads

The next morning, she woke, and the first thought she had was of dog cock, a thought that made her wet.  Grabbing a robe, she went downstairs with the intention of reading a story or two to get herself off before work. Navigating quickly to the right page, she read the continuing tale of a young woman who owned a Neapolitan mastiff who fucked her regularly. As the graphic description rolled across the screen, she parted her robe and rubbed her clit until she brought herself to an orgasm. 

If anything, she was less satisfied than when she had woken up, but needed to get changed for work. After a shower, she donned a pair of sensible cotton candy striped panties and a white bra. Then, after an application of light makeup, she dressed in her dove grey business suit, ready to take on the day. She generally spurned trouser suits, preferring to wear an A-line skirt along with a crisp white blouse with no frills. It also allowed her to wear grip top stockings, something that made her feel sexy while projecting a formality, suitable for her legal office. Her final act was to slip her feet into a pair of court shoes that matched her outfit, before heading downstairs to catch the train to work. 

As she got to the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell rang, and she assumed it must be the postman delivering a bulky envelope or a parcel. Opening the door, she was surprised to see Mike standing there with Shane patiently sitting by his side. 

“Glad I caught you before you left for work,” Mike said, smiling, “Just Shane here was pining for you. I think he needs his balls emptied.” 

Kelly was speechless at first and could feel her face colouring up as her panties began to get damp. 

“I can’t,” she stammered, “I have to go to work.” 

“Such a nice skirt, shame Shane will spoil it if he rips it off you.” 

Mike had stepped forward, and Shane had stood, his large brown eyes fixing on Kelly. His red cock had begun to emerge from its hairy sheath as he had caught a whiff of her excitement. 

“He can fuck you here, with the door open if you prefer,” Mike said, looking at Kelly. 

Kelly knew she had no choice, and stepping back, she allowed Mike to close the door. Slipping the panties off, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it before getting on all fours. Spotting a pair of socks stuffed in her trainers, she said, “Please put socks on him so his claws don’t ruin my stockings.” 

Mike laughed but complied with her request, using a roll of sellotape to keep them in place. 

“Steve said you came hard on Nelson’s knot yesterday.” 

Kelly was bright red as the shame rushed through her. She realised that these men were talking about her and comparing notes, perhaps showing the pictures to others.  

Mike had fished his cock out of his trousers and was working it slowly as Shane started sniffing Kelly’s ass. Kelly knew that if Mike showered her face, she wouldn’t be able to go to work. 

“Please let me suck you.” 

“Will you swallow it all?”  

“Yessssss,” groaned Kelly. Her reply drawn out into a groan as Shane had mounted her and was thrusting hard, seeking entry. With a loud yelp, he found what he was seeking and slammed his cock fully into her cunt. Kelly was mortified; she should have been dry and unwilling for such an unnatural act, but instead, she was soaked and welcomed the invasion. She would have moaned her appreciation, but any noise she could have made was muffled by Mike’s cock down her throat.  

It didn’t take long before Shane had pushed his knot into Kelly’s welcoming pussy and swelled to seal them together. As his humping stopped and his pulsing, throbbing spurts of seed began, Mike filled Kelly’s throat with hot sticky seed. Once he had finished, he pulled out, resisting the urge to wipe his cock across her face, instead he placed it at her lips. 

“Milk every drop, or I will use your face to wipe it clean. I am sure your office would love to learn what a slut you are.” 

Kelly wanted to weep in shame, but what came out of her mouth was a deep groan as she climaxed. With lust replacing the shame, she started to slurp on Mike’s flaccid cock, sucking out every drop of his seed.  

Shane had finished breeding his new bitch and, after a couple of tugs, freed himself and stood with his cock dripping the remaining fluids. 

“Now clean Shane.”  

Mike laughed as Kelly almost eagerly grabbed Shane’s angry cock and started to suck on it. She twisted the cock to her mouth and took it as deep as she could in long, slow sucks. Her body was sending electricity through her veins, and the enormity of her slutty behaviour was buried beneath waves of unbridled lust. 

After she had cleaned Shane, she went to put on her panties, but they were nowhere to be seen. Mike smirked at her as he said, “You will be late for work if you aren’t careful.” 

Kelly was in panic as she glanced at the clock and knew she had to go now or miss her train and be late. Being late wouldn’t be a sin, but it was end-of-year review time, so it was important not only to be good, but to look good as well. Remembering she always kept a spare pair of panties in her emergency kit in her desk in case of her time of the month accidents, she rushed out the door. 

Once on the train, she was surprised how quiet it was, but then remembered it was school holidays, so things would be slow. Finding a double seat, she sat down opposite a pretty young girl with a golden retriever sitting next to her. 

“Please don’t mind Fred,” the young girl said, and it was then that Kelly realised she was blind and Fred was her support dog.  

Kelly sat in silence as she thought of Shane, who looked very similar and had been inside her a few minutes before. The memories of Shane fucking her in her own hallway and Mike unloading in her throat had two conflicting outcomes. Firstly, she flushed bright red at the embarrassment of being such a slut, and secondly, she felt herself getting sexually excited. She squirmed in her seat, trying to make sure none of Shane’s deposit was released, although the depth he had inserted it, she suspected it would be a few hours before it came out.  

The girl hadn’t noticed Kelly’s embarrassment, but her dog had picked up on her sexual excitement and cocked its head to stare at Kelly. Its tongue lolled from the side of his mouth, and his eyes glowed as he seemed to stare at her. Kelly could feel her face getting hotter as she returned the dog’s gaze. “It knows,” she thought to herself, and in her discomfort, she uncrossed her legs making Fred move forward a little. 

“Silly boy,” the woman said, trying to urge her dog to sit. “He is young, and still so inquisitive,” she laughed as Fred sniffed loudly. 

The dog moved towards Kelly, and almost instinctively she opened her thighs as if to allow the dog full access to her naked pussy. The dog clearly could smell Kelly’s arousal mixed with dog seed deposited earlier. As the dog strained forward with the obvious intention of feasting, Kelly opened her legs even wider. 

“Bad dog,” the girl admonished the dog, “Sit Fred, the nice lady doesn’t want you slobbering all over her.” 

“But I do,” Kelly almost yelled. The desire to be taken like a bitch there on a train was screaming in her brain.  

The train slowed, and the conductor announced the next stop was Winbourne. 

“That’s us,” the girl said, standing, “come on Fred, time to go.” 

Kelly and the dog exchanged glances that, although silent, if you could have read minds at that moment, it would shouted ‘sex’. 

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