And I left, wondering if we would have more such sessions.
As I visited the club to pick up the girls, I often saw the older woman who was on the front desk. At first we’d just say hello; after a while she seemed to trust me more and we’d chat a bit. From what she said, it seemed she was aware of the fun and games I had with a couple of the girls, and it didn’t seem to bother her. She told me she had been a hostess, too, for many years in a joint like this one. Even in the dim light of the club it was obvious she still had a killer figure, long shapely legs, slim waist and very nicely stacked up top. One night she asked me to take her home to her flat in south London; her usual lift was not forthcoming, I think.
Her presence in the car didn’t make the girls any better behaved; they still played their games to try and distract me and made lewd comments. I took it all in good part.
Finally, there was just Bernice (the older lady) and myself and I got to her block of flats about 3.30 in the morning. She invited me in and I was pleased to say yes, again a coffee or tea would be welcome – and I usually had a brandy when I got home to unwind from the strain of getting up at all hours (pun definitely intended!).
We went in and before I could say anything Bernice had her arms round my neck, that nicely stacked chest pressed against mine and her tongue down my throat. Her fingers were busy at my fly, unzipping and then holding me so tight. She eased back just enough to say that she hadn’t had sex for such a long time and she really needed it now! Well, I was more than ready.
She took me by the hand to her bedroom and we more or less fell on the bed, pulling off our own and each other’s clothes at the same time. Her legs were as long as I had thought, very shapely. I stroked them up and down from calf to knee and then, as she raised one foot up to my groin, massaged her toes as she squirmed with pleasure. I could position myself with her foot snugly pressed on my sac, her toes flexing against my balls. I could tell she loved it and I was pretty pleased, too. Her breasts were big and pendulous, they must have been fantastic when she was younger but, boy, they were still something to behold. My lips sought her nipples and without even thinking I began to suck from one and the other; I just love that, especially as I could feel her harden in my mouth.
In fact, I could feel the wetness of pre-lactation from her right breast; a sign that she had recently had a baby, and that in itself was hardly surprising. She moaned as she must have felt it too and pressed my head harder against her breast. As I sucked, I could taste that deliciously sweet wetness on my tongue – wonderful.
My fingers, meanwhile, were exploring her mouth; gently rubbing her gums and teeth one after another as she licked my fingertips. Now that’s an erogenous zone that many men don’t know about but a former girlfriend had shown me and am I pleased that she did.
The tempo of our lovemaking increased and suddenly she was flat on her back pulling me on top of her and raising her pelvis to meet my very enlarged penis.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” was all she needed to say; I was pressing in her and feeling her hot, wet folds of flesh grip me there. We began to rock to and fro and I was so aroused that I came pretty much right away and, fortunately, so did she. She screamed, I gasped and we collapsed on top of one another. Sweaty, exhausted, wet and utterly fulfilled.
After a while, I felt her fingers begin their naughty exploration all over again and, although I would have sworn that I had no more to give, I found myself reacting. Just goes to show what the love of a good woman will do for a man.
This time it was a slower, loving rather than lusting, dance of love. To and fro, body to body, flesh to flesh, my lips against her slit this time; her lips on my cock. A sixty-nine of pure joy as we slowly brought each other to arousal. As I felt myself harden and began to wonder how much longer I would last, she wriggled free and turned over on her front, pulling a pillow down and under her belly. She spread her legs and it was clear that some rear-action sex was called for. I just loved the view of her pretty buttocks as I gently pressed into her cunt, enjoying that different feel that a change of approach gives. I pressed down and she raised her arse up to meet me. We surged back and forth, my fingers now holding those large pretty breasts, her rear end pulsating right in front of me, she moaning and crying out as I came again, more of my love pouring into her used and abused and still very tight slit. And how she was loving it; her sex drought must have been a long one.
I wondered if the next time she’d like it fully from behind with a taster of loving anal sex. I’d explore her sensitivity there with a finger or two and see how things went.
What a fantastic job; I’ve been doing it now for over a year and the novelty still hasn’t worn off. Alex turned out to be an OK type of boss. Even gave me a pay rise a month ago; maybe the girls told him they were satisfied with my home delivery service! He doesn’t seem to have caught on to our extracurricular bonking, or maybe he just doesn’t care. If you’ve got a happy crew, why rock the boat?
As for the present time, my last passenger tonight was a young lady new to the club. Pretty Paula is a brunette with a heart-stoppingly lovely face and a figure every bit to match it. Lounging across my back seat, her shoes were kicked off, her stockinged feet up on the leather upholstery and her skirt up her thighs so her stocking tops and suspenders were just visible. As I looked back, distracted from the road, she licked a finger slowly and then placed it under her skirt, between her legs, and began to moan theatrically.
Naughty girl, she guessed what turned me on. Maybe I’ll get lucky with her soon.
Who could possibly ask for more?
Dog-Gone!
Stewart, Wellington
The fact is, my wife has never gotten over the death of Major, her German shepherd. The huge, furry animal was a loving, playful companion for Alisha for almost ten years, while I was out of the country on jobs most of the time. Alisha took it hard when Major died. And then she took it out on me.
My new job doesn’t require me to travel nearly so much. So, here’s a typical scenario, like what happened last Sunday: Alisha woke me up about nine in the morning, by petting my head. I was laid out on my stomach hugging the pillow, naked, the sheet and covers down at the foot of the bed. Alisha was naked, too.
My wife’s thirty-eight years old, still as lovely as the day I married her twelve years ago. She has warm, brown eyes and straight, shiny black hair, a striking face and a beautiful smile. Her skin is smooth and caramel-coloured; her breasts taut handfuls, like her buttocks. For a big, rugged, hairy guy like myself, I’m lucky to have her.
I blinked blear out of my blue eyes and sort of growled, responding to Alisha’s patting. She lay on her side, her dark nipples pointing at me, her eyes gleaming, running her right hand over and over the tousled brown hair on my head. Just looking at the woman’s curves so close, inhaling her sweet scent, feeling her caresses, gave me a raging hard-on, my groin firing awake and alive. I pumped into the bed, thrusting my big butt cheeks like I was wagging my tail.
“Good boy,” Alisha said, stroking down my neck and upper back, encouraging me.
I kind of whimpered, wanting more. Alisha glided her firm, warm hand right down from my head along my back to my humping butt. I thumped into the bed excitedly, responding to her show of affection. There was pure, perverted love in her slightly glazed eyes, as she caressed down the curve of my back and up onto the hills of my buttocks. I was already leaking semen into the sheet, my cock drooling as I pumped and my wife petted.
She playfully slapped me on the butt. “You want your tummy rubbed, boy?”
Did I! I rolled over like a dog in the sunbaked dirt. My cock jutted up between my legs, glistening at the tip. I lifted my hands in a paw-like begging fashion, and Alisha smiled and rewarded me, rubbing my stomach, just above my powerful, twitching erection.
She pushed her beaming face closer and puckered her pouty lips and teased, “You like that, don’t you, boy?” She moved her hand in circles over my stomach.
I leapt at her lips with
my mouth, trying to nip a kiss. She jerked her head back. But her hand rubbed lower and lower on my belly, the edges of her fingers touching the tip of my straining prick.
I stuck out my tongue and sort of panted. Alisha darted her mouth down and kissed my wet tongue, her fingers wrapping around my shaft and pumping my cock with good feeling.
I’ve never been sure just exactly what she and Major got up to while I was gone. A more affectionate pair of human and hound, I’d never seen before. “Woman’s best friend,” Alisha used to say wistfully.
She kissed my lolling tongue again, and again, peppering it with kisses, pumping my cock. Her warm palm swirled up and down my straining length, her long fingers squeezing. I squirmed around on my back, thoroughly enjoying the morning frolic in bed.
Then Alisha let go of my cock and tickled my balls underneath with her nails. My two legs shot straight out, shaking.
“Hungry, boy?”
Before I could yelp for her to continue, she slid off the bed and onto her feet. I leapt after her, landing on the carpet on all fours at her feet. Then I eagerly crawled along behind her as she headed for the kitchen, staring up at her swaying hips and shifting buttocks, my tongue flopping and cock flapping.
Alisha poured my cereal into a silver bowl and added milk, set my bowl down on the tiled kitchen floor. I buried my head in the bowl and started chewing. I was hungry, especially after the wake-up call I’d just gotten from my wife. Sometimes I woke her up, by licking her face and other parts of her sensuous body.
She carried her own bowl of cereal over to the breakfast nook built into the corner and sat down. We were still both very much naked. I gulped and gaped, watching Alisha eat, staring at her luscious tits bobbing on her chest, looking at her strip-shaved dark pussy beneath the level of the table.
I gobbled my chow and went mooching for hers. I rose up on my knees and planted my paws on her thigh, bobbed my head up and down, my mouth hanging open.
She patted my head. “Still hungry, boy?” I snapped at her fingers.
Alisha loaded up her spoon and put it in her mouth, pulled it out half-full of soggy cereal. She stuck the spoon into my mouth, feeding me. I sucked the food off and swallowed. She spooned more into her mouth, into my mouth.
I nosed in even closer to her, almost taking the cereal right out of her mouth, feeling the heat and scent of her naked body. Then I bobbed my head down and nuzzled her breasts.
The spoon clattered onto the table and Alisha leaned back against the wall with a sigh. Her eyes were closed, her breasts heaving up and down on her chest. I sniffed at one stiffened nipple, then the other one. Then I took a hard lick at my wife’s nipples one after the other. Alisha shivered and moaned, her arms down at her sides, her chest thrust out. I lapped at her right breast, then her left.
Her eyes popped open and she shook her head. She jumped forward, knocking me off her chest and back down onto the floor on all fours. “If – if you’ve finished eating, you’d better go and do your business.” Her voice quivered, her eyelashes fluttering.
I scampered off down the hall to the bathroom, quick to obey.
After clearing away and cleaning up the breakfast dishes, Alisha joined me in the bathroom. She ran water into the bath. When it was half-full, she picked up a bar of soap and gestured to me to get into the tub. I could see that her pussy was wet even before she touched the water. My cock was a steel rod stretching out from my loins.
I clambered over the side and splashed down into the warm water, on my hands and knees. Alisha sat down on the side and soaped my back and butt, my face and arms and stomach. I playfully stuck my head under the water and came up shaking it, showering the walls and my wife with water and suds.
Alisha gasped, “Roll over now, boy!”
I rolled over onto my back in the tub, keeping my head up out of the water, raising and bending my arms and legs. Alisha got into the tub with me. She kneeled down at my butt and scrubbed my feet, washed my legs, soaped my balls and along my cock. My upraised legs quivered, my cock jerking. Alisha knew just how to bathe and groom me.
After she’d done me, she sat back in the tub at the opposite end and let me watch her soap and wash and caress her own body. Her tan skin gleamed, her thick nipples shining. She whimpered, herself, a little, when she rubbed in between her own legs with the bar of soap.
I couldn’t help myself. I slid up off my back and jumped onto all fours and dove my head down in between Alisha’s spread legs, landing my wet nose right on her wet pussy. I slurped her slit underwater.
She jerked and cried out and conked me on the head with the soap. “Bad boy!” she scolded. “You get out of this bath this instant!”
Alisha always had to be in control. I’d never seen a dog as well trained and obedient to his mistress’s commands as Major.
I scrambled out of the bathtub, landed on the bathmat on my hands and knees. I gave a full-body shake. Water splattered the walls.
Alisha stepped gracefully out of the bath and reached for a couple of towels. She dumped one of the white, fluffy towels onto my back and quickly dried herself off with the other one. I watched, dripping and drooling.
Once dry (for the most part), Alisha wrapped the towel around her lithe, bronze body and went down to her knees next to me. She briskly rubbed me dry with the other towel. Then I trotted after her out of the bathroom and into our bedroom again.
Alisha fetched my collar and leash out of the closet and held them up to me. “You want to go out and get some exercise in the garden, boy? Walkies!”
I regarded her dubiously, tilting my head to the side. She loosened the towel at her breasts and let it drop, baring her lovely body again. I barked my appreciation.
Alisha strapped the studded brown leather collar around my neck and hooked the long silver chain to it. Yes, they’d both belonged to Major. My wife tugged on the chain and I crawled along by her side on my hands and knees, out through the sliding doors in the living room that opened up onto our garden.
It was a sunny, blue-sky morning. The grass blazed green and the air was warm. Butterflies fluttered about and bees buzzed around. A soft breeze caressed our nude bodies.
Our garden is surrounded by an eight-foot-high fence that protects us from any spying neighbours. We’d just recently planted a row of flowers along the back fence and our patio table and chairs sat at the other end with a pile of dog toys.
“Come on, boy!” Alisha enthused, pulling me along as she ran.
I bounded after her. We did a few laps of the garden, the grass soft and springy under our bare feet and hands and knees, the exercise putting a coat of perspiration on our bare bodies.
Finally, Alisha pulled up short and yanked me back. We panted together under the hot sun. She looked at me, smiling. And I knew the truly fun part of the romp was about to begin – some off-leash activity. My tongue almost hung down to the turf, my cock surging with renewed vigour. Alisha unlatched the chain from my collar and took off running with a squeal of delight. I galloped after her.
I chased her for a few more circuits of the backyard, snapping at her heels, lunging at her bottom, sweating with excitement until Alisha collapsed against the side fence with a groan, arms and legs spread in surrender. I pounced.
I leapt up onto her, planting my paws on her gasping stomach. I eagerly licked one tit, then the other, doggy-dragging her nipples again with my wide, wet tongue. Alisha moaned and rolled her head and didn’t do anything to stop me, pinned with her back to the fence by her hound of a husband. I gobbled up half of her right breast, sealed and sucked as hard as I could. Her tit filled my mouth, the flesh firm and warm, nipple jutting. I pulled on it with a vacuuming suction not even the most dexterous of dogs could duplicate.
I disgorged one of Alisha’s tits, then swallowed up and sucked on the other. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body shaking under my paws. I unmouthed her sopping wet breast and jumped back down onto my hands and knees, stuck my face in between her legs and sniffed her pussy.<
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“Oh, Major!” she shrieked, grabbing onto my head and thrusting her mound into my face. “I mean – Stewart!”
I stuck my nose right into her slit. She smelled so fresh and tangy, juicy. When I pulled back, my snout was all wet. I stuck out my tongue and took a long, hard lick at her slit, slurping up from down-deep in between her trembling legs up and over her swollen clit; did it again and again and again.
“Good boy!” Alisha moaned, almost tearing my hair out, pumping her muff into my mouth, riding my lapping tongue, her bottom cheeks smacking back against the fence.
I licked and licked her pussy, scooping up her welling juices with my tongue, stroking her dark lips and pink clit hard and heavy over and over. I pawed up to her tits with my hands, mauled the shivering pair, as I urgently tongued snatch.
Alisha suddenly shoved me back and dropped down onto the grass, onto her hands and knees. She “presented” her butt to me, wagging her bubble cheeks in my flushed face. I excitedly sniffed her crack and then licked it, splitting her cheeks with my tongue and slurping along her sensitive bum cleavage.
She shuddered and groaned, splashing her butt back into my face. I lapped her crack long and hard, impassioned by the scent and taste and heat of my wife.
Finally, I pulled my face out of her butt and jumped onto her back, rammed my cock in between her legs and bumped away like a frenzied animal, trying to find her hole. She reached back and grabbed onto my frantic cock and slotted it into her slit. I thrust home, every pulsating inch I had to the balls in her cunt.
“Yes! Fuck me!” Alisha screamed, her back bowing under the pressure of my mounting.
I hooked my paws onto her shoulders and pounded into her pussy, rabbit-quick and doggy-style. I panted and pumped like a mad dog, humping into Alisha from behind. She lifted her head and her butt, urging me on. Her pussy was a wet heated satin sucking sleeve. My thighs beat against her buttocks as my cock churned her cunt.
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