Cruising with dogs


By the time 20:30 came, Mary was exhausted with all the dogs settled in their cages.

“Come and see what your quarters will be,” Jim said, holding open the cabin door. “Not spacious but very adequate and convenient.”

Jim showed Mary the register that he had inherited from Fergus and had added to over the years. It contained a list of all the names of every owner and details of their pets. This information ranged from what breed they were through to any little quirks they had, like whether they preferred to pee against a fire hydrant rather than a lamp post. There was also a hidden code in the writing that involved the use of a full stop. For the non-participating, he would simply write Mrs Jane Smith, but if they were late-night visitors to the kennels, then it would be Mrs. Jane Smith. That small piece of punctuation, or lack of it, told the reader everything… if they knew what they were looking for.

He demonstrated the CCTV system and how to record to the main server as well as the private encrypted server. The contents of the latter would then be sent to him, where he would pixelate the face, then sell it on the dark web. Going forward, he had agreed to split his profits with Mary on a 50/50 basis.

When Jim first took over the kennels, the CCTV had no sound and no recording ability. Jim had got Cunard to pay for the installation of recording equipment, advising them that it would be used should any owner claim neglect or abuse. What he didn’t tell them was that the feed from the isolation room went to an encrypted private server.

“And here is our guest now,” Jim said as he saw Lady Aston on the entry gate camera. Pressing the electronic gate release, Jim and Mary made their way to get Bruno from his cage while Lady Aston made her own way to the isolation room.

Some of the regular guests had their own rituals and requirements that were as strange as their dogs. These couldn’t be recorded, so had to be learnt and remembered and on occasions adjusted to suit the need of the owner on that day. Jim had told Mary she would need to talk to each guest with the full stop by their name to check if there were any extra arrangements.

Lady Aston always went to the room, and her dog brought to her. This was something that she had started ever since her husband had died nearly 10 years ago. Jim knew exactly what to expect as he led the black Labrador to the isolation room.

When they opened the door, Lady Aston was naked and draped over the bench, a silk scarf fastened around her eyes. Mary looked at Lady Aston’s body and immediately thought to herself that if she looked as half as good at 70 as she did, then she would be very happy.

“Ah, there you are Jeremy, I hope our boy is ready to fill your slut’s cunt.”

Jim placed a finger to his lips to indicate silence. He would explain to Mary later how Lady Aston role played in her head that her late husband was in the room and involved. There was no involvement required of the dog handler apart from bringing her dog to her and then collecting it when it was finished. Jim didn’t mind as he knew where to stand to be out of camera shot, and sometimes he even masturbated as he watched.

Bruno had picked up his mistress's scent and was starting to strain at the leash, eager to be at his bitch. His red cock was fully out of its hairy sheath and dripping copious amounts of watery pre-cum onto the tiled floor. The pre-cum was going to do its intended purpose of lubricating its passage, as at her age, Lady Aston produced as much fluid as a female dog, precisely zero, unlike Mary, who was squeezing her thighs together as she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

When Jim released Bruno, he covered the short gap between him and his bitch in a flash. It was obvious that he was experienced, as there was no hesitation, as sometimes seen in younger dogs, as Bruno was already up and thrusting.

“Oh Jeremy, he is so eager,” Lady Aston moaned, followed by a deep grunt of joy as Bruno’s cock found its target and buried home. As he fucked her at high speed, Jim and Mary got the perfect view of the cock flashing in and out.

Mary tore her gaze away and saw that Jim had fished his cock out and was masturbating furiously. Undoing her uniform trousers, she forced her hand inside her panties and rubbed her engorged clit.

The noises coming from Lady Aston were little more than unintelligible gibberish until Bruno forced his knot into her pussy, making her scream with joy.

“Oh yes, Jeremy, he has knotted his bitch and now will breed her.”

Mary could see the knot enter Lady Aston’s pussy and vanish inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw spurts of seed arc through the air and hit the tiles as Jim came. Her legs became like jelly, and she had to bite her lip as she climaxed on her fingers, covering them with juices. She knew that tonight the dildo she had brought with her would get a good workout regardless of what the women she was sharing her stateroom with thought.

Lady Aston was burbling again as Bruno pumped jet after jet of seed deep into her. After a while, the dog pulled backwards, freeing its knot that emerged, accompanied by a rush of fluids that splashed on the floor. Jim’s seed was lost in the mess, concealing any evidence.

Both Jim and Mary had adjusted their clothing, then clipped the lead onto Bruno before leading him out of the room and back to his cage. Jim had left a small washcloth and towels on the chair for Lady Ashton’s use once she recovered her senses.

Back in the kennel master cabin, neither Jim nor Mary spoke, but Jim could tell from the flush to Mary’s face that she was imagining herself being serviced by one of the dogs.