Cruising with dogs

Jim admired the framed letter on the wall, emblazoned with the Cunard crest and lauding his outstanding dedication to the company and thanking him profusely for his help. Mary had completed the crossing and then resigned her post, citing ‘personal reasons’. The real reason she told Jim privately was that she was hooked on dog cock and wouldn’t be able to resist if she worked in the kennels. Jim delayed his retirement, to the relief of the company, while his replacement was hastily sought. After a short search, it was a nice young man called Nigel who was finally selected who understood the arrangements, and things continued as normal.

After a mere four weeks' delay, Jim had retired and managed to set up the small stud kennels catering to the discerning tastes. It was specifically aimed at people who would love to have their own dog, but were unable to house one due to their circumstances. At ‘The Retreat’, they could visit a dog of their choice and enjoy its company in privacy. Of course, as with the kennels on Queen Mary 2, everything was recorded, with the anonymous clips being sold on the dark net.

Some weekends, there was a greater demand for dogs than they had availability; other times, they had spare dogs. To avoid the dogs becoming frustrated when not used or over-eager when their services were required, he had employed a special kennel maid.

Looking up from his PC, he smiled at Mary, who came into the office just wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of trainers. There were some streaks of seed in her hair, but most of the trails ran across her ass and down her thighs.

“That’s all the boys serviced that didn’t work today, boss.”

“Well done Mary. Best you get an early night, there will be half a dozen at least tomorrow, maybe more if Mrs Brown doesn’t confirm.”

Mary smiled and saluted before almost skipping happily out of the room.