Cruising with dogs

“Excuse me, I was wondering if you could do me a favour?”

Jim and Mary turned in unison to the expensively dressed woman in her late forties and knew from the accent she was American, even though the accent wasn’t pronounced.

“It’s just I have missed my baby so much, I was wondering if I could give him a cuddle goodnight.”

“I’m sorry, Ms Du Pont, but that would be against the rules,” Jim said as he exchanged a knowing glance with Mary. He had already discussed with Mary that he had identified Ms Glory Du Pont as a potential full stop addition to the register based on the way she had dealt with her dog on the first day. Her ‘baby’ was a magnificent, fully grown Afghan hound which Mary had checked was in full working order.

“I would of course recompense you for your inconvenience. Would $500 be sufficient?”

Mary went to say yes, but before she could speak, Jim simply said, “each.”

Glory paused for a moment and studied the pair, fairly certain that they all knew why she wanted to give Danny, her Afghan, a cuddle goodnight. Her voice hardened a little, “For that I would expect a private room, complete discretion and…,” she paused, “…you to give me a hand,” looking directly at Mary.

Mary didn’t bat an eyelid. “What would be the nature of this hand that you require?”

Glory looked into Mary’s eyes and said quietly, “After Danny has fucked me, I want you to clean me…with your mouth. Do that and I will pay you double.”

Jim stayed quiet, thinking to himself that for $1,000, he would happily lick Glory clean himself.

Mary smiled, “It would be a pleasure. We will see you at midnight if that’s convenient.”

*****

“Have you ever done this before?” Jim asked as he quietly appraised Mary’s body as she stripped off without any modesty in front of Jim. She was perhaps a bit on the chunky side for some people’s taste, but Jim liked a bit of meat on the bone.

“Have licked plenty of pussy back home,” Mary laughed, “And even a full one once or twice…but that was a man’s cum, not a dog’s.”

Mary donned a housecoat to conceal her nakedness, not from modesty but to avoid confusing Danny as to which one he should fuck. Afghans weren’t the brightest of dogs, and one with a hard-on wouldn’t care less what bitch he fucked. Mary had watched women being fucked by their dogs, and although still a dog virgin, it was something she was becoming more desperate to try in the not-too-distant future.

She laughed to herself as she remembered the night she had licked a full pussy for the first time back in her university days.