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Duke's Bitch I live in a quiet neighborhood by a lake, few neighbors talk to each other. I decided to make an effort to meet the new couple who had moved in across the street. They looked nice and charming. I thought they might make good friends. I put on a nice summer dress, did my hair and makeup, then, gathered my courage and headed over with a fruit basket I'd arranged. It took both hands to hold it and the fruit almost hid me. I had to turn sideways to greet the man when he opened the door for me. I told him who I was and said I just stopped by with a housewarming gift. He asked me to wait a moment then shut the door on me. I waited a couple minutes, then started to walk away when the door opened and they were both there to welcome me in. I put on a big smile and moved inside, expecting someone to take the basket. I was about to suggest it, when I felt something go up under my skirt and something cold and wet touch my inner thigh. When a warm wet tongue snaked through my crotch, I knew they had a dog, a big dog, a big nasty dog. I could not help but wonder, with all the delay, why they hadn't put such a rude animal outside before inviting a lady into their home. The dog's tongue kept licking me through my panties, sending chills up my spine. The dog was hidden behind my dress. I wasn't sure they even knew what he was up to. They were admiring my basket of fruit, still making no attempt to relieve me of it. The dog came around to my front and went under again, this time, pressing his muzzle against my inflamed clit and licking even harder. This time, I knew they knew, because they made room for him to get at me. He plastered my panties to my pussy and had me close to orgasm. It occurred to me that they had actually let the dog in. That knowledge sent a rush of excitement through me. When they could see that I wasn't about to bolt for the door, she took the fruit basket, leaving me standing there with their dog's head lapping furiously under my skirt. By this time, they both took note of what he was up to as I gently struggled to push his head away. The assistance I expected never came as they both stood back and watched, their eyes focused at my crotch, with amused grins. I didn't know what to say, and couldn't speak if I had. Gradually, I stopped struggling, realizing that if they weren't going to help, I had no chance. I couldn't even run. I just stood there with this stupid, far off stare, letting their dog lap away at my pussy. His tongue was driving me mad. It felt so damn good, I didn't want it to stop. My arms hung limply at my side as they began talking to me as though nothing out of the ordinary were going on. I tried to pay attention, and nodded frequently. The novelty of the situation added to the excitement. They were playing some sort of game with me and I began to like the game. After several long minutes, the woman came over and asked if I'd like to sit. She took my elbow and led, saying, "Just ease back slowly, dear." I eased back taking baby steps, trying not to disturb the dog. When the back of my knees encountered the sofa, I collapsed. The dog mounted my outstretched right leg and began humping it. I could feel his long and thick penis sliding against my calf. They took seats on either side of me, while their dog humped my leg with wild animalistic abandon. They continued talking throughout all this, even when hot cum was peppering my lower leg. The dog dismounted shortly afterward and went off to lick his shrinking dick. Sarah leaned over and examined my cum-splattered leg, saying, "I'd better get something to clean that mess up for you. Just sit tight, dear." With dog cum running down to my shoes, I sat waiting. Her husband, Steve, simply smiled. It was strange talking casually with him while his dog's cum slithered down my leg in plain sight. I tried to act nonchalant, but he could hardly keep his eyes off my legs. When she returned with a warm wash cloth, she set about wiping my leg, lifting it higher than was necessary, putting the mess on display while at the same time causing my skirt to slide down my legs. She held my leg so high that she exposed my wet panties. Steve peered between my legs while she worked, taking her sweet time about it. I thought about covering myself, but having his eyes on my wet crotch excited me. I simply sat back and allowed her to do as she pleased. She took this as a silent okay to further expose and humiliate me. She raised my leg straight up, making the cum run down my inner thigh toward my panties. My skirt was now in my lap. Steve sat on the forward edge of the sofa looking back at my pussy, making no attempt to conceal the fact that it was my pussy he was staring at. Sarah did not do the obvious by starting low and working her way up. She piddled around at my foot until the cum was at my crotch. I could not believe they were treating me this way. They looked and talked so regular and conservative. Nothing seemed to faze them. You'd have thought the dog had just made me spill a glass of wine in my lap. Sarah said, "We really appreciate you indulging our ill-mannered dog. Most women would have bolted at the first feel of a dog's tongue on their vagina. We especially appreciate you allowing him to relieve himself on your lovely body. It is lovely, isn't it, Steve?" Steve leaned over and gazed right at my beaver and said, "Quite lovely. By the looks of things, I'm sure Duke was well-pleased with it." I stared at my own beaver along with Steve, marveling at how much detail showed through wet panties. When he said it was quite lovely, it was my pussy he was looking at. I had to agree. Sarah slowly cleaned my lower leg, but stopped at my knee, saying, "There, the rest of his sperm won't show. You can get that at your leisure." After this exchange, they helped me up and guided me to the door. As I passed through, she said, "Come back anytime. I'm sure Duke will be pleased to see you again." The door shut behind me and I could hear their faint snickering laughter. I left that house in a dumb stupor at a trot. I was quite shook. Well, you can imagine what fantasies that encounter sparked. After a few days, I went back. When our eyes met at the door, they knew exactly why I was there; I knew that they knew. I saw no need to offer an explanation, and they didn't ask. He invited me in as she went to the patio and called for their dog. The same thing happened, but I was much better prepared. They were also more daring and at ease. Nothing overt was said. We played the game. Duke took one look at me and made a beeline for my snatch. I made no move to prevent access to my pussy and remained standing under his tongue assault much longer than the first time. This time, when I sat, I purposefully sat in a slump to extend more of my leg. When he mounted my leg, his cock rubbed closer to my knee. When he shot his load, the ropy strands went along the insides of my thighs. Some hit my crotch. This time, the woman cleaned me and my crotch very thoroughly under her husband's watchful eyes. She had my skirt folded up above my panties, ostensibly to make sure she got it all. I found an excuse to stop by at least once a week. We still played pretend games. It was more fun for all of us that way. After my seventh or eighth visit, I stopped wearing panties. By this time, I'd lost my inhibitions; besides, the woman found clever ways of showing her husband my naked pussy. She'd pull out my leg band at the crotch to wipe the inside of my panty crotch. I know, it was pretty lame, but we were all into the game. When they noticed I'd come over without panties, they really got carried away with the clean up. She especially. Though most of the dog cum was splashed up my inner thighs, she pretended it had gone inside my hole. You can imagine how she addressed that problem. She had hubby hold my legs out wide while she swabbed my hole like a mother taking care of her baby. I loved it. After that, I was pretty brazen. We dragged out the sessions by having me stand and walk around. The dog followed with his head under my very short skirt. We all pretended to ignore him. With the skirt being so tight, his constant nosing under from front and rear pushed it over the swell of my hips, leaving me naked from the waist down. When that happened, they'd usually take seats to get a good view. I'd stand before them with their dog's nose in my ass and his long tongue curling up through my legs from behind to swab my clit before drawing back through my crack. Their eyes never left my pussy while we talked. I got quite bold, standing with my feet widely planted and rocking on the tongue in a sensuous grind. Sometimes, this overt demonstration required comment. She'd say something like, "I can't tell you how pleased we are to find a woman who is willing to service a dog." He might say, "You'd be surprised how many women freak out when they feel a dog's long hot tongue snake up and sometimes into their vaginas, Paula." I let them know I enjoyed these crude statements. Openly drawing attention to my behavior made what I was doing seem all the more obscene. Usually, I'd smile and offer them a more obscene pose. One time, the dog was in front, trying to get his muzzle up my hole. Steve said, "Whatever you have up there really has him excited." I widened my stance, thrust out my pelvis, reached down, and used my fingers to open myself as wide as I could. God, it felt so wicked doing that with them watching. This prompted her to say, "Yes, that's much better. Is his tongue getting way up inside your vagina, Paula?" I said, "Yes, clear to my womb, I think." She smiled and said, "You are such a dear to allow him to do that. I didn't know there were women like you around. We were ready to hire a professional, but where do you find human females willing to rent themselves out as bitches to satisfy a horny pet." I loved it. I told her I'd gladly serve as his bitch for free, hoping they'd suggest I allow the dog to fuck me. They, however, seemed content to wait for things to unfold naturally, probably hoping I'd suggest it. She did say, "Paula, I think he'd prefer you perform this service in the nude. Bitches don't wear clothes, you know." Hey, I was game. I stripped. From then on, they referred to me as bitch, or Duke's bitch. My vagina became a pussy or a cunt. The things they said were degrading, demeaning, and intended to humiliate me. I ate them up. The next time I was there, I wanted to fuck the dog. When it came time, I sat on the edge of the sofa between them and spread my legs. I was being as overt as possible, clearly offering him my pussy and not my leg. The dumb dog was so used to fucking my leg that he went for the leg. He wanted his cock up high. He hugged my waist and the cock rode high on the inside of my right thigh, often poking me in the cunt. I tried to capture it with my pussy. They could see what I was trying to do, but offered no assistance. They simply watched me make a fool of myself, squirming like a bitch in heat while their mutt slobbered on my tits. He ended by squirting his cum all over my pussy and my hand as I tried getting the tip of his shooting cock in my hole. It was frustrating, but once he gets wrapped around your leg, there's no way to maneuver. Beforehand, I had considered assuming the classic doggie style position. I decided against it. It would have been too straightforward; besides, the missionary position gave them a better view. If I had just sat back and gotten my legs up and out more, he'd have had no choice but to rub on me where pussy was. It would be simple to guide him in from there. Next time, that's exactly what I planned to do. I was determined to fuck that dog, and I knew they wanted to watch him fuck me. I was about to pop over for a visit to their house when a phone call came. It was Sarah. She said, "Paula, we want you to come over and service our dog, but I must tell you, we are both upset with your last performance." I knew this was a put-on; she was in her game voice. I assumed mine and said, "Oh, I try very hard to please you and your dog, Mrs. Peterson." I always call them Mr. and Mrs. Peterson in game mode, Sarah and Steve when we just talk and visit. "You don't try hard enough. It has been three months, and you still haven't learned how to properly service him. We think you are holding back, trying to avoid the obvious. I think you know very well what I am referring to, don't you, Paula?" "You want me to allow him to fuck me in my pussy and let him cum in my pussy?" "That is exactly right, Paula. That is the service we expect from a human bitch. That is what you are, aren't you?" "Yes, Mrs. Peterson. I am your dog's bitch." "Well, you're not a very good one if he can't fuck you in the pussy and shoot his doggie cum way up inside your cunt where it belongs. I'm tired of cleaning up the mess you make, Paula." Her vulgar banter excited me greatly. I pleaded, "Mrs. Peterson, I'm so sorry and inconsiderate. Please don't fire me. I will do better. I will let him fuck my pussy any time he wants, and I won't spill a drop, I promise." "That's much better. All right. We will expect you within the hour. Shave your pussy bald and leave your clothes on the doorstep. Do you understand?" I gulped, but said, "Yes, I understand. I'll be there soon." I hurriedly showered and shaved. I modeled my nude form before a full- length mirror, liking the effect my pussy lips made. I slipped on old loafers and donned my housecoat. I paid little attention to the neighborhood. It wasn't all that uncommon for a housewife to go from one house to another in a housecoat. A dozen homes had a view of my crossing, though most were spread out and the road had a gentle bend to it. I did notice that no one was outside at the time. I crossed to their house and went to the door. I debated about waiting to drop the housecoat as the door opened, but movement at the window to my side told me I was being observed. I listened for cars, then shrugged out of it, kicking off my shoes before ringing the door bell. Excitement welled in me with the knowledge that I stood naked, outdoors, in my own neighborhood. I prayed for the door to quickly open. It did not. I waited anxiously, nervously, for two minutes before giving another ring. They were up to playing games. I appreciated the game, and took delight in my own predicament. It got easier as I stood there, waiting. I began to think, "So what if somebody sees me. What can they say?" I hardly knew any of them. I hardly cared what they thought. The idea of being seen, being recognized, being seen with my shaved twat, took on a strange appeal. I took to pacing the walk that ran parallel with the house, passing before the window. I wanted to demonstrate my boldness, but more than that, I wanted the stimulation walking brought between my legs. I could feel the eyes of the couple on my bare pussy. I listened for the sound of approaching cars, almost hopefully. For ten minutes, I paced without the door opening or a car passing. I rang again, growing impatient. I rang once more when the sound of an approaching car stood my hairs on end. I pounded the door as the car drew near, then stood motionless as it passed. I looked over my shoulder and saw that the couple driving by never even looked my way. A flood of relief and excitement coursed through me. The door opened. I smiled at the couple who stood looking at my shaved pussy. I opened my stance and thrust out my cunt for them, saying, "Will this do?" Before they responded, I decided to get vulgar, knowing the type of lewd banter they loved. I added, "Will your dog's pump his hot doggie sperm way up in my pussy where it belongs when he fucks his big dog cock in my bitch cunt?" My words brought smiles. He said, "I don't know, honey. What do you think?" Sarah said, "Turn around and bend over. Let's just see how smooth a shave we have here." I was still standing in the open, on the front porch, but did as requested, spreading my feet wide and bending low to grasp my ankles. While bent almost double, I noticed that I stood among tiny black ants and they were getting on my foot. Sarah stepped up and ran a finger over my pussy. I groaned as she inserted it, then told me to stand and turn about. Sarah said, "Okay, now do a few jumping jacks." I smiled inwardly, then did a dozen. "Do a few deep squats." I did a dozen squats. On the final squat, I remained in that squat with my hands braced on my knees, keeping myself widespread. My swollen labia almost touched the concrete as I held my pose. I said, "See, my pussy is well- shaved. I am ready let your dog fuck me with his big doggie cock, and shoot his doggie cum way up inside my pussy." They stalled, going, "I don't know." "Look, I want to make up for being a bad bitch. Duke is my lover, and I am his bitch. He is entitled to my pussy, and I have no right to deny him access to it. His sperm belongs in my pussy." This monologue pleased them as I was sure it would. They looked happy. He said, "Honey, I think she has learned her lesson. I think she deserves another chance, don't you?" "Well, it is hard to find a girl willing to grovel naked on our doorstep in broad daylight where anyone can see her, just for the opportunity to mate with our dog." "Now, can I please come in and screw your dog?" "Look at the bitch squirming in anticipation of taking Duke's cock up her snatch. Her pussy is salivating for his cock. You want that dog dick, don't you, bitch?" "Yes! Yes! I want to feel his cock in my pussy so badly. I need a good animal screwing. My pussy will suck his cock dry." Sarah said, "Come on, dear, we've kept these two lovers apart long enough." Sarah opened the glass door as her husband helped me to my feet. My cunt felt alive as I left the doorstep. Thoughts of being seen evaporated. I no longer cared. Duke bounded over and devoured my pussy as I held it open for him, saying, "Oh, yes, baby. It's all yours, now." I put on a vulgar exhibition as I offered up my pussy in a variety of spread beaver poses. Duke was more excited than he'd ever been, and his long cock dangled from it's furry sheath as he moved about me. When Sarah felt we were ready, she led me to the sofa and drew me down between them. I immediately brought my legs up and they each took one and opened me into the splits, offering Duke my pussy poised at the edge of the cushion. Duke jumped up and gripped me around the chest. I reached down and grasped his hard cock, guiding it to my hole. The couple both leaned in to observe the penetration from each side. Duke's humping loins quickly drove home the eight-inch slab of dog cock, bringing forth a swoon from me. I felt him deep, his pointy cock denting the back of my vagina as the middle swelled inside my cunt. I cried out, "Oh, Fuck! This feels fantastic. God help me, I love this. Oh, Fuck my pussy, Duke! Fuck it hard!" The dog humped hard and fast for ten minutes before pumping a copious load up my twat. I could feel the hot jets pepper my womb and I announced that I was taking his sperm. Duke remained inside while his cock eased back and the swelling receded. When he emerged I relaxed in a slump with a satisfied look on my face. "Okay, I guess that seals the deal. But you have to return home right away. You are about to stain my carpet. Honey, get the door for this leaky bitch,"Sarah said. Steve opened the door and I hurried out. I took a quick look around, then started off across the street. Half way across, I stalled. I was determined that someone see me. When I got to my door, I went back because I forgot to thank them. They were surprised to see me and immediately suspected my motive. When a car did come my way. I boldly crossed in front of the car, forcing it to slow, then stop. I waved to the couple inside. They didn't move until I got to my door. After that they would call the bitch over for mating. After that first session, they fastened a jeweled dog collar around my neck. They told me I must wear it always. It had a hanging tag with the words, "Duke's Bitch," inscribed on both sides in letters easy to read from several feet away. I wore it proudly and intended to wear it everywhere. Sometimes they take me on long walks through the neighborhood, on a leash of course. I have since been caught by just about all of our neighbors. I love answering their questions and often repeat them, answering in a loud voice so those nearby can hear. Some parents will hustle their kids away when I am near, but most don't. In fact, kids ask most of the best questions. Some get put up to it, I'm sure. One kid said, "Who's Duke." I pointed to the Peterson's and said, "Duke is their male black lab. Why?" He said, "What does that mean, 'Duke's Bitch?'" I turned back to the kid and said, "Duke is my lover. I am his bitch. Do you know what male dogs do with their bitches?" He said shyly, "Yeah, do you let him do that to you?" "Do what, sweetheart?" He smiled and said, "Do you let him fuck you?" "Yes, I let him fuck my pussy. I let him cum in my pussy, too." I displayed my legs with my knees parted and said, "This is his doggie cum. As you can see, it is coming from my pussy." There were smiles all around. Everyone knew my place as Duke's Bitch. All in all, it's a dog's life, and I love it. |
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