Cruising with dogs

Jim was pleased with himself for landing what he considered a dream job. He had always loved dogs but had also always loved the sea, serving in the merchant navy before joining Cunard cruise lines.

Jim was taking over from Fergus O’Shine, who was retiring after 25 years at sea, looking after the dogs of the rich and famous.

“Now the thing is, young Jim is some of our passengers like to see their beloved pets outside of normal hours. It is something that we don’t allow of course, but some rules are meant to be bent, especially if the right pressure is applied.”

As he said those words, Fergus rubbed his finger and thumb in the universal sign language of money.

“We accommodate them in the isolation area, which allows them privacy and doesn’t disturb the other dogs.”

Jim was a little confused by Fergus’s words but decided to stay quiet and watch. They took the German shepherd called Rufus from his cage to the isolation room and settled him in the cage. The only other things in the room were a chair, a small bench and a hand basin.

“When his Lordship arrives with his wife, say nothing unless spoken to.”

A couple of minutes later, there was a quiet ringing of the doorbell, and Fergus opened the door to an elegant woman of around 40, accompanied by a much older man. No names were used, but Jim assumed this must be Lord and Lady Aston, who were listed on the manifest as Rufus’s owners.

“We will need one hour,” Lord Aston said as he handed over a brown envelope to Fergus, who slipped it into his pocket without inspecting it.

“And who is this?” Lady Aston drawled, indicating Jim with a wave of her hand.

“My replacement, your Ladyship,” Fergus said, almost bowing.

“I trust he understands the meaning of the word discretion.”

Fergus simply nodded, holding open the door to the isolation room, allowing Lord and Lady Aston to enter before closing the door firmly behind them.

The pair returned to Fergus’s quarters, which looked like a normal cabin apart from the extended working area, which included the television monitors.

“What’s going on?” Jim blurted out, unable to contain his curiosity.

“She is going to get fucked by the dog,” Fergus said in a matter-of-fact tone as he switched on the monitor.

Jim watched open-mouthed as he witnessed dog sex for the first time.

Lady Aston had stripped off, revealing a full figure that benefited from the efforts of a personal trainer. There was no sound for the watchers, but if they had, they would have heard a very different Lady Aston from the posh aristocrat they would have expected.

“Oh Jeremy, my cunt is craving Rufus’s cock,” Lady Aston said as she rubbed her wet pussy coating her fingers.

“Let me taste, Carole,” Lord Aston said, sucking on his wife’s fingers as he sat in the chair, his cock out and resting on his groin.

Rufus was nudging at Lady Aston, eager to be at his bitch after being cooped up for the last few days. He jumped up and tried to push Lady Aston over, making her laugh as she grabbed his dripping cock.

“Seems our boy is eager, my darling,” Lord Aston said to his wife.

“Almost as eager as I am,” Lady Aston said as she draped herself over the bench, presenting herself to the dog.

Rufus’s cock was already engorged, poking from its hairy sheath, quivering as it dripped pre-cum. The dog didn’t need to lick to check if the bitch was ready; the aroma filled the room, making its cock strain even more.

The bench did its job in supporting Lady Aston, as such was the ferocity of Rufus’s sexual assault that it would have knocked her flat as he drove in. The panting of the dog’s efforts intermingled with the groans and whimpers of pleasure erupting from Lady Aston’s mouth. Then, like a dam bursting, she screamed loudly as her body convulsed in orgasm. This seemed to spur Rufus to greater efforts as he thrust so hard he forced his knot into Lady Aston’s willing body.

As soon as the knot had swelled sufficiently to lock the dog and Lady Aston together, it started to pulse, sending jet after jet of seed into her womb.

“That’s it, my darling,” croaked Lord Aston, “cum on Rufus’s knot like the wonderful dog slut you are.”

“My cunt is so full,” moaned Lady Aston as Rufus dismounted with a loud plop, leaving her open and gaping.

“Let me taste,” groaned Lord Aston from the chair, his flaccid penis in his hand.

Lady Aston pushed three fingers into herself, scooping out a large helping of Rufus’s seed before offering it to her husband’s mouth. As he licked and cleaned her fingers, Lady Aston smiled to herself how she remembered when they first met, he would have leapt on her and fucked her while she was still full of warm seed. Now he didn’t get hard but still took pleasure in seeing her covered by one of their dogs.

“I love you Carole,” he sighed, “I wish I could do more, but sadly, old age has caught up with me.”

“Don’t be daft Jeremy, I love that you let Rufus take care of my needs and that you enjoy watching so much.”

As the couple kissed, Rufus had renewed his interest and stuck his nose into Lady Aston’s ass and began licking.

“I think Rufus wants a second go,” Lady Aston laughed as she felt the long, rough tongue rasp over her sensitive pussy lips.

“You should never disappoint a randy dog,” Lord Aston said with a smile as he felt his wife brace against his thighs, sticking her ass out. Rufus knew what was required and, rising on his hind legs, placed his paws on his mistress’s back and started thrusting.

Lord Aston looked into his wife’s eyes and could tell the dog was trying but not yet succeeding in its goal. Supporting her position with his hands under her shoulders, he allowed her a free hand to reach behind and guide the red cock home. Lord Aston saw his wife’s eyes go wide and roll with pleasure as she took Rufus’s cock into her willing cunt.

“There you go,” laughed Fergus as he looked at Jim, who was still staring at the screen open-mouthed.

“That is amazing,” Jim said, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.

“Now, how about you give me some relief?” said Fergus, fishing out his cock that was standing to attention.

Jim wasn’t gay, but having spent years in the merchant navy, he understood the way things worked and had more than once given a friend a helping hand, or mouth.

Kneeling, he took Fergus’s cock into his mouth and with a skill that came from years of practice started to suck deeply. It didn’t take long before Fergus gripped his head and thrust into his mouth, shooting ropes of cum down Jim’s throat.

“Thanks for that, now it’s your turn,” said Fergus as he knelt, and Jim stood.

As Fergus worked on his cock Jim stared at the screen watching Lady Aston being fucked into yet another orgasm, braced in her husband’s loving arms. As Lady Aston’s mouth opened and she yelled in a climax that Jim couldn’t hear, he pumped his cum into Fergus’s willing mouth. As Fergus expertly drained his balls, Jim made a silent vow to himself that he would arrange sound and record events for later viewing pleasure.