Cruising with dogs

Jim had always loved the Queen’s Grill dining room, but this was the first time he had sat in it as a guest.

“James, it would appear we have a problem.”

Jim looked up from his rather fine steak to find himself staring into the frowning face of Sir John Hansford, accompanied by his third wife, who was at least half his age. He was only ever addressed as James when there was something seriously wrong, so adopting a concerned look, he replied, “What appears to be the problem, Sir John?”

“It’s about Ronald and Reginald.”



Jim breathed an internal sigh of relief. Ronald and Reginald were his pair of English pointers that he was bringing back to the UK after they had been at stud in the USA for the past few months.

“I am no longer in charge of the kennels, Sir John, I am afraid you would need to see Mary, as it is her problem.”

“Mary is the problem. We had an appointment at 9:30, but the door was locked,” Sir John huffed. “Please come and see me in the Commodore Club after you have finished your dinner, and we can discuss matters further.”

Watching them walk away, Jim returned to his meal, and as he ate, he considered what the problem might be.

Sir John Hansford was a self-made man who had been knighted for services to the realm, although most knew it was due to his rather generous donations to a certain political party. Jim had first met Sir John 12 years ago after an introduction from another couple who had indulged in late-night activities with their pet.

Sir John introduced his companion that night as his wife, but Jim knew from his research that Lady Hansford was considerably older, but said nothing. Over the coming years, Sir John was often accompanied by different women, most of them in their mid-twenties and all stunning in looks. All of them would visit whatever dogs Sir John was travelling with. His companion that evening was new to Jim and as equally attractive as previous companions he had introduced as his ‘wife’, and Jim had little doubt shared the same desires.

Sir John once explained to him, “When I take a pair to stud, it takes a few days for them to settle down after covering numerous bitches. A nice human bitch allows both the boys to get rid of their last of their excitement. Especially if the human bitch is willing to please.”

After finishing his meal, he glanced at his watch and decided he would check on the kennels before speaking to Sir John, as the whole matter needed to be dealt with quietly and discreetly.

It was a little after 10, and as Sir John had said, the kennels were locked and in darkness. Squinting, Jim could see that there was a thin glimmer of light coming from under the door of the isolation room. Using the emergency code, Jim unlocked the entry gate and quietly entered the suite. The door to the kennel master’s cabin was open, and after gently knocking, Jim entered to find it empty. On the bed was a discarded bright red kennel master’s uniform. A few clicks on the keyboard and Jim found himself looking at the isolation room about an hour earlier.

*****

“You certainly are a lively pair,” Mary laughed as she led Ronald and Reginald, the pair of English pointers, into the isolation room. She glanced at her watch and could see she had 30 minutes before Sir John got there with his wife. That was a laugh, Mary thought, ‘wife’ indeed, she was just a lucky bitch that would earn a fortune for doing what Mary wished she was doing.

“Hope that bitch appreciates your cocks,” Mary said as she knelt between the two dogs, coaching their cocks out of their sheaths.

“I am sure no one will mind…well, they will never know,” Mary laughed and bent her head under one of the dogs and started sucking its cock, relishing the taste. She had sucked off every male dog that was in the kennels, not quite ready to take the next step. Of course, in return, every dog had eagerly licked her to an orgasm as she pressed her cunt against the bars, regardless of whether they were male or female, fixed or intact

It had been red hot in the kennels that day, so as soon as the doors closed at 8:30, she nipped to her cabin and stripped off her heavy uniform. Wearing just her blouse and cotton panties, she slipped her feet into a pair of Crocs before collecting the pair of English pointers.

Jim laughed as the scene unfolded. It was the thin cotton material that was her undoing as the delicate nostrils of the pointer picked up the scent of her excitement. When he stuck his nose in her ass and licked over her panties, Mary jumped in shock but was unable to move. The pointer tried to lick but was frustrated by the cotton covering, so he hooked his teeth into the fabric and tore it away.

“Think you are about to get raped,” chuckled Jim and sure enough, the pointer jumped on her back and started thrusting. Mary had managed to extract the first dog’s cock from her mouth but found herself jammed under the bench that was bolted to the floor. As she scrambled to try to get leverage to push back, the dog found its target and buried its cock into Mary’s cunt.

Mary had seen more than one woman fucked and was in awe of the intensity, but it hadn’t prepared her for experiencing it for herself. Despite the pain of her face being pressed against the bars, the sheer pleasure of the high-speed fucking was incredible. Deciding that she might as well enjoy it, she braced to relieve the pressure on her face at the same time the dog slammed his knot into her cunt.

Mary’s whole world exploded into a kaleidoscope of bright lights as the knot began to swell and then pulse inside. She had watched women whimper and mewl like babies and never truly understood, but as she made the same noises herself, she realised why.

She whimpered in disappointment when the first dog tugged brutally out, leaving her cunt open and gaping. Her disappointment was short-lived as the second dog mounted and entered her with as much gusto as the first.

Jim opened the door to the isolation room to find Mary being spit-roasted by the pair of pointers. He guessed that each of the dogs was on their second go at least, if not their third, knowing the prowess of Sir John’s breeders. Mary’s body was covered in scratches, and her face and hair matted with dog cum, but the most obvious thing was the look of sheer bliss on her face.

“We will talk later, young lady. I will go and smooth things over with Sir John and his soon-to-be disappointed wife.”

Closing the door, he heard Mary cum again.