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CHAPTER SEVEN:
That night with Blackie was followed by another try several days later. Mitch and I never specifically talked about how Blackie might fit into a sexual relationship. He seemed to just be content that it was. That first time with Blackie was nice. Yeah, I know, ‘nice’ doesn’t sound like an overwhelming endorsement for canine sex, but ‘nice’ is a world better than ‘not nice’.
We may not have talked specifically about how Blackie would fit in (and suddenly that sounds like a pun), but we spent considerable time talking about the awkwardness of the experience with Blackie. Maybe it was me who spent the considerable time talking about it, but to his credit, Mitch was a patient and supportive listener. I knew he was a smart man.
It did bother me, though, that the experience wasn’t everything I had hoped for. Call me silly, but I wanted it to be special if we were adding Blackie to our relationship sexually. I guess that’s why I felt compelled to talk about it, my attempt at working out the difficulties. Not that I expected Mitch to come riding in a white steed in shining armor to save the day. Well … maybe a little hope, I guess. But this was something Blackie and I would have to figure out. Mitch did come out with a comment that I thought we might be stuck with: ‘practice makes perfect’. As k**s, we hear that from our parents like some kind of mantra they are lectured on in the hospital with each birth of a c***d. Go figure, according to Mitch and my current way of thinking, it applies to mating with dogs, too.
And, that is exactly what I did. But it was a literal pain in the ass. That random humping into me, blindly thrusting and hitting everywhere but the right spot, was frustrating, too. I could tell it was frustrating for Blackie, too. He would jump off my back, walk around me, lick me, and jump on top of me to try, again. Sometimes it would take several such attempts. When we were mated, though, ohhhh … yes, that was sooooo good. It was just getting to that point.
My white knight came through, after all, though. Maybe not a white knight, my rancher-cowboy-assassin … that’s a lot to live up to. We were sitting in that little café in Pagosa Springs. That one he liked so much across the road from the river he used to sit with coffee and think. We had come to town for shopping for food supplies and were ending the stay in town at the café. Mitch had long since told me about his stops at this café, including how he had stopped here on that fateful day. And, I had long since noticed the looks from the servers as we sat in the corner booth together. Initially, the looks were not pleasant, like I was somehow striking a death blow for any chance these women may have had for this mysterious man. I suppose in a way that is what my presence meant. But, they warmed quickly as the routines stayed virtually the same, except for my company and two coffees-to-go. We were even seen sometimes crossing the road to sit along the river.
On this day, though, Mitch was on the laptop. He said he was doing ‘research’, using the café’s free Wi-Fi. This doesn’t happen often, that one of us would be absorbed on the laptop leaving the other largely ignored. So, when it happens, I find something to distract me, knowing it must be something he feels is important and that it won’t distract him for long. This day I was distracted by the passing traffic on the narrow and winding road outside. Every form of vehicle from semi-trucks to small cars were flying down and up the valley road. Most of them seemed to be well in excess of the speed limit given the tight curves through this section of road. I was thinking to myself it was some kind of miracle that more accidents didn’t happen. All it would take is a wandering moose or deer from the forest to cause any of these to end up in the river. That was when he interrupted my musing.
“Okay.” He turned the laptop to me, “Let’s try this.” He left his side of the booth and joined me on my side, describing how he Googled ‘women who love dogs’ and getting a million hits. He then refined it to try ‘a****l sex forum’ and found b**st Forum. After a quick perusal of the site, he quickly signed-up, and started poking around the story section. He found a story that was about a woman loving a man and dogs in a sharing relationship. He pulled it up, ‘Michele’s New Life’. He showed me that he copied it into a Word document and saved it to the desktop. “That’s a long one, it will keep you busy for a while and may give you some ideas. But, there are others. Explore.”
I looked up at him, checking around us to see if anybody might be watching what I was looking at on the screen. “Serious? You want me to do this?”
“You want to enjoy Blackie, don’t you? It seems better to get help than struggling and maybe or maybe not finding a satisfactory way.”
“I have to admit … I’m tempted. If this person writing the story really knows anything about mating with dogs, it might help.” I clicked the name of the author and was taken to the Profile page. “What? This is a guy! No offense, but what does a guy know about a woman …” I lowered my voice, “… a woman and her dog?”
“Hey, don’t just be tempted, go ahead and read this one or others and interact. Look at the reactions, the exchanges. Besides, maybe he does his homework, does research for his story. Look at how long it has been going on and the following it has had. There must be something there. Our tagline is ‘Rancher & Cat’. The password is the code. You know, the numbers for Cat.”
That’s what I did. With no internet connection at the house, I relied on downloading likely stories from the site into MS Word for reading. I also learned that Kindle could use MS Word files and that made reading them even easier. That Michele story was huge and contained some interesting information, ideas, and suggestions. I was still suspicious, though, of a man writing about something so intimate to a woman, but from my experience so far, I was impressed. The rest of it was ideas and techniques that I was now more committed to trying. The characters in the story seemed to have a relaxed and easy relationship with the dogs they had trained and I was determined to achieve a similar relationship with Blackie.
It took me weeks to get through the entire story, but I found good information and ideas already within days of starting to read it. I quickly incorporated the idea of stimulating Blackie to a nearly erect penis and I did that mostly with my mouth, just like the character in the story. It was an interesting experience at first because it seemed so unusual, even more so than being fucked by the dog. I also began working with Blackie on the concept of training him when and when not to approach me sexually. Even though we lived an isolated existence for the most part, I found it made a difference just for us that Blackie wouldn’t be sticking his nose into my crotch as the mood struck him. When he began to understand the difference and only approached me for that when I was naked, it became so much simpler. In the winter months, being naked was more because of already intending to play sexually with Mitch, so Blackie’s involvement gradually became more routine. When the intention between Mitch and me was more personal and romantic, as it sometimes is with couples when it isn’t just playful, we adjourned to some time behind the closed door of the bedroom.
What pleased me and excited me was the easy and accepting relationship that quickly evolved among the three of us, Mitch, Blackie and me. I was the single member of the group that was used to frequent sexual activity. Mitch had little exposure to long term relationships with women or sexual involvement before taking me into his life. Blackie had been a virgin, having never experienced a female before me. But, I was on the opposite end of the spectrum. Sex, whether willful or forced, had been a major part of my being for much of my adult life. Now, it was a pleasure, not a regret or a fear. Now, I relished the opportunity to receive and give pleasure through my body. I loved the intimacy of the act whether it was with Mitch or Blackie. And, Mitch seemed to share the same longing. Our loving and physical contact became more and more frequent, often small touches, strokes, and squeezes were given back and forth as we moved around the house, barn, garage, or outside. Those small moments only kept the need and fire strong for when we had the opportunity to do more about it.
Was I so sure that Mitch was comfortable and supportive of including Blackie? Oh, yes! I have learned that winter nights are long when you are in a valley between mountains. Thank god, I have two loving males to keep me satisfied. And, they do. Which is why I am so sure about our relationship. Tonight has been like many in the recent past. Mitch and I have just completed another loving, intimate, and explosive fuck on the couch. Most of the time it is more like love-making, slow and tender; tonight, though, was more demanding and urgent from both of us. We had to change positions three or four times, all the while remaining on the couch. When we were done, spent more like, we both were stretched out alongside each other, limbs d****d over the other, and silly but satisfied grins plastered on our faces.
After, though, was the true sign of comfort of our new life. Once we had essentially recovered, perhaps not fully, but enough, Mitch slipped out from under me. This by necessity causing me to turn on the couch so I am slumped, my shoulders and head resting on the back of the couch, my butt and legs stretched out in front of me. Mitch headed for the kitchen and the bourbon. Is it a rut if you enjoy it? I have come to be very fond of bourbon, but I am no connoisseur, I know he likes Jack Daniels, but he also gets other brands on occasion. I’m not sure I can tell the difference from one time to the next. I just know I have come to like it and having a drink, either on ice or straight, is a nice after part of our sex, usually quietly embraced, sipping, and talking. Usually, the wood stove is blazing, allowing us to relax naked in the large room even with a foot or more of snow outside.
This night was no different. The stove was blazing, my body and mind were numb, but deliciously numb from the orgasm that crashed me. Once again my mind is trying to come to grips with just that element of this existence; an orgasm that crashes over me like some massive wave coming in from the ocean, traveling how far from the depths of the deep sea, just to crash over my body like it was spread out on the beach. And, how often have I marveled at that sense? How many times have we made love? Yeah, probably that often. To think, all that was done to me, the forced sex and penetration, the element of pain, electricity, everything that could cause my body to react with a cum, even if involuntary, all those time, and none were like this. None were like any of these, from the first time out in the lake on the rock to this one.
So, here I was, once again half aware, only part of my butt on the couch and my legs slightly spread. Only half aware, that is, until Blackie came to me. Then, I became very aware, and I became instantly re-stimulated. My first awareness was of his tongue, that long and wide tongue, swiping me from below my pussy to some place over it and onto my mound. That first contact was marked, an exclamation mark, when that wonderful but slightly rough tongue slid over my clit. A long, prolonged, contact. A contact that he repeated after only a momentary hesitation, when he received no negative command from me. I suppose it might take him a little more time to accept that his attentions were now welcome, modified by the clothing rule, of course. My eyes drifted to the kitchen door but there was no Mitch, he was still occupied. Not that it mattered in truth, though, my legs opened wider and my arms raised and folded behind my head, opening myself to this new attention … this new welcome attention.
Blackie continued to lick or more like lapping at my pussy, which contained Mitch’s seed and my own orgasmic juices. I was sure his was lapping up the results of my just completed love-making and a smile crept across my face, at the same time that a contented and expectant sigh escaped my lips, my mouth.
It was at that exact moment that I sensed, heard, or felt a movement or presence. I half opened my eyes to find Mitch approaching with two glasses that I knew would contain bourbon, no ice, not in the winter. He was still naked, too. Of course he was. He held out one glass, then seemed to change his mind as he leaned down to me to kiss me. At the same time the glass touched my nipple and I smiled into his mouth. He pulled back with a big smile, handing me my drink and looking down at Blackie lapping away at my pussy. I took a sip of my drink, closed my eyes, but smiled. When my eyes open, again, I saw him in his chair, sipping his drink and focused on Blackie and me. My eyes drift down, his legs were open, his cock was not hard, but it was semi-hard. Amazing, he just came inside me, it was his seed that Blackie was intent on whether he knew it or not.
I looked at him. I sipped my drink, again. I don’t know if I am blushing or not. I feel like I should be, though. “This seems so obscene.”
He smiled, sipped, but his eyes were on Blackie’s tongue action … and exactly where his tongue was. “Obscene … because a dog is licking you, or because I am watching it?”
“You … because you are watching it.”
“So, you admit that Blackie licking you isn’t the obscene part. You like him licking you; you like him fucking you.”
“Oh god, yes! I love it! I love that both of you can love me! Hell, that both of you can use me.”
“There is a part of you that likes being used, isn’t there Cat? You are a submissive at heart.”
I moaned. His words, Blackie’s tongue … my god. “Yes, you know that, already.”
“Remember the story, Cat? The woman in the story? She couldn’t refuse the dog; hell, she couldn’t refuse any of their dogs.”
I hadn’t thought he read that far into the story. Was he going to do it? Finally? “Yes, yes, I remember.”
“You’d love to be told you can’t refuse Blackie, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh god! I love it, I love his tongue.”
“His cock, too?”
“Oh, yes!”
“His knot, too?”
“Oh god!” I thought I was going to cum right there. What he was doing to me … my mind was reeling in anticipation, my body was reeling from the insistent attention from that tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, I love his knot! It fills me up so much.”
“Say it, Cat.”
Oh no! He wasn’t going to tell me! He wasn’t going to make me do it. He was making me do it. Again, his demand for my strength, my control, my decision, and my freewill. “Yes, I admit it. If I can’t be submissive to you, I want to be submissive to him.”
“You will be his whenever he want you?”
“Yes!”
“You will be his bitch?”
“Yes! Oh, yes, I will be his bitch!”
“Anytime you are naked, you are his.”
That last part wasn’t a question. He was telling me. He was affirming a change in the way things were, how they will be. I looked at him. His eyes were on mine. Mine were on fire. His were intent, deliberate, and challenging. He only said three words, “Prove it … now.”
A challenge. A command? I scrambled onto the floor after setting my glass on the end table, surely spilling some in the process. I am on my hands and knees, sideways to him so he can see my compliance, my eagerness, and my desire. Blackie is at my ass in seconds. He is sniffing me, licking my backside this time. I wiggle my ass, breaking his contact, and pat my ass cheek. He jumps up onto my back and I grunt when he lands hard on me. His hips start humping immediately and I reach between my legs. Just like in the story, I feel his cock and guide it to my pussy and he is inside me. He thrusts at the first touch to my hole and he is embedded nearly fully in one thrust. That, combined with the other, the licking, Mitch’s comments, his challenging comments, all lead up to an abrupt and surprising orgasm. My eyes flutter open as I stabilize myself to the rapid thrusts from Blackie and the rising and crashing orgasm coursing through my body. In those flutters of my eyes, I see Mitch sitting in his chair, his drink held to his lips, his other hand wrapped around his now hard cock, and a big smile spread across his face, his eyes twinkling in delight.
It seems to me that only minutes after my body is recovering from the orgasm that I feel his knot pressing against my lips. Undoubtedly, it was longer than that, but I find myself having to focus my energy and attention to the knot, clearing my head to press against Blackie, to assist him in successfully tying with me, knotting his bitch to dump his seed. I know that is Mitch’s challenge, his intent for me now. His words, his guidance in the conversation, all leading to this, my declaration of submission to Blackie. Other thoughts that are fleeting in my mind, about Mitch and his words and whether there was more dominance in them for me, are all pushed out, perhaps to be reconsidered at another time. But, not now, not at this moment. At this moment, at this time, my interest is bound up in the same interest as Blackie’s. He and I have mated before, this isn’t nearly the first time for us. But, this time it feels so much more, so much different, like he actually is taking me as his bitch, like I am actually giving myself to him to be his bitch. With that sense in my being, the knot pressed into me, I cried out, my head raised up and I nearly howled in response. And, I again came, an orgasm rolling over me with one shudder after another, my eyes shut tight, but my mouth open. I felt myself, my pussy walls, clenching around the cock and knot throbbing inside me. Then I felt more, I felt him twitch, jerk, and eruption, shoot his seed deeper into my already spasming pussy.
It seemed like many minutes before his knot had shrunk sufficiently to be pulled out of me. But, I had no real idea how long it was. My head and upper chest had collapsed to the floor. Blackie had turned and frequently pulled to test the tie, each time his knot seemed to bump my g-spot, and each time it caused a shudder and gasp.
When he pulled out, it released a flow of his and my juices escaping my gaping pussy hole. I collapsed completely onto the floor and felt a blanket being placed over me. I recovered quickly, though, I wanted to, to see and to hear Mitch’s reaction, his response to my actions and acceptance of his challenge, his direction of me becoming Blackie’s. I raised myself to my hands and knees, the blanket sliding off in the process. I looked to the end table, my drink was gone. I looked to Mitch and he was holding it. I crawled to him, on my hands and knees. When I came to his knees, I raised my shoulders and head, kissing his leg, his knee, and then resting my cheek onto his knee. His free hand came down to my head and he actually petted it. He stroked my cheek and ran his fingers through my hair. I found myself squirming at the touch, finding surprising pleasure and satisfaction in this form of attention from him.
I raised my head and looked up at him from my kneeling position, “Was that satisfactory, sir?” I sucked in air, gasping, wanting to pull that word back in as soon as it escaped my lips, but it was out, gone into the air for both of us hear and react. I waited. I watched his eyes and he searched mine, as though looking for something in me or perhaps in himself.
He smiled and pulled me up and into his lap, my pussy still releasing small amounts of Blackie’s cum as I shifted position and sat onto Mitch’s lap. He pulled me into his chest, I felt his cock stir under my butt.
“It was beautiful, Cat.”
I snuggled closely into him, content in our relationship, and secure in his feelings for me. We finished the drink and found ourselves in bed. We made love, again. This time slowly, without urgency. It was beautiful. It was more. It was a perfect ending to the experience. I wrapped my arms around his as he held me after. I smiled in the dark, moving my butt into his groin.
He chuckled, “Enough, woman! Time for sleep.” But, he kissed my shoulder, neck, and ear, while pulling me in tighter, pressing his groin into me in response.
Hmmmmmm … I am certainly a very well satisfied woman by my two loving males.
* * CHAPTER EIGHT will follow * * Thanks for reading.
That night with Blackie was followed by another try several days later. Mitch and I never specifically talked about how Blackie might fit into a sexual relationship. He seemed to just be content that it was. That first time with Blackie was nice. Yeah, I know, ‘nice’ doesn’t sound like an overwhelming endorsement for canine sex, but ‘nice’ is a world better than ‘not nice’.
We may not have talked specifically about how Blackie would fit in (and suddenly that sounds like a pun), but we spent considerable time talking about the awkwardness of the experience with Blackie. Maybe it was me who spent the considerable time talking about it, but to his credit, Mitch was a patient and supportive listener. I knew he was a smart man.
It did bother me, though, that the experience wasn’t everything I had hoped for. Call me silly, but I wanted it to be special if we were adding Blackie to our relationship sexually. I guess that’s why I felt compelled to talk about it, my attempt at working out the difficulties. Not that I expected Mitch to come riding in a white steed in shining armor to save the day. Well … maybe a little hope, I guess. But this was something Blackie and I would have to figure out. Mitch did come out with a comment that I thought we might be stuck with: ‘practice makes perfect’. As k**s, we hear that from our parents like some kind of mantra they are lectured on in the hospital with each birth of a c***d. Go figure, according to Mitch and my current way of thinking, it applies to mating with dogs, too.
And, that is exactly what I did. But it was a literal pain in the ass. That random humping into me, blindly thrusting and hitting everywhere but the right spot, was frustrating, too. I could tell it was frustrating for Blackie, too. He would jump off my back, walk around me, lick me, and jump on top of me to try, again. Sometimes it would take several such attempts. When we were mated, though, ohhhh … yes, that was sooooo good. It was just getting to that point.
My white knight came through, after all, though. Maybe not a white knight, my rancher-cowboy-assassin … that’s a lot to live up to. We were sitting in that little café in Pagosa Springs. That one he liked so much across the road from the river he used to sit with coffee and think. We had come to town for shopping for food supplies and were ending the stay in town at the café. Mitch had long since told me about his stops at this café, including how he had stopped here on that fateful day. And, I had long since noticed the looks from the servers as we sat in the corner booth together. Initially, the looks were not pleasant, like I was somehow striking a death blow for any chance these women may have had for this mysterious man. I suppose in a way that is what my presence meant. But, they warmed quickly as the routines stayed virtually the same, except for my company and two coffees-to-go. We were even seen sometimes crossing the road to sit along the river.
On this day, though, Mitch was on the laptop. He said he was doing ‘research’, using the café’s free Wi-Fi. This doesn’t happen often, that one of us would be absorbed on the laptop leaving the other largely ignored. So, when it happens, I find something to distract me, knowing it must be something he feels is important and that it won’t distract him for long. This day I was distracted by the passing traffic on the narrow and winding road outside. Every form of vehicle from semi-trucks to small cars were flying down and up the valley road. Most of them seemed to be well in excess of the speed limit given the tight curves through this section of road. I was thinking to myself it was some kind of miracle that more accidents didn’t happen. All it would take is a wandering moose or deer from the forest to cause any of these to end up in the river. That was when he interrupted my musing.
“Okay.” He turned the laptop to me, “Let’s try this.” He left his side of the booth and joined me on my side, describing how he Googled ‘women who love dogs’ and getting a million hits. He then refined it to try ‘a****l sex forum’ and found b**st Forum. After a quick perusal of the site, he quickly signed-up, and started poking around the story section. He found a story that was about a woman loving a man and dogs in a sharing relationship. He pulled it up, ‘Michele’s New Life’. He showed me that he copied it into a Word document and saved it to the desktop. “That’s a long one, it will keep you busy for a while and may give you some ideas. But, there are others. Explore.”
I looked up at him, checking around us to see if anybody might be watching what I was looking at on the screen. “Serious? You want me to do this?”
“You want to enjoy Blackie, don’t you? It seems better to get help than struggling and maybe or maybe not finding a satisfactory way.”
“I have to admit … I’m tempted. If this person writing the story really knows anything about mating with dogs, it might help.” I clicked the name of the author and was taken to the Profile page. “What? This is a guy! No offense, but what does a guy know about a woman …” I lowered my voice, “… a woman and her dog?”
“Hey, don’t just be tempted, go ahead and read this one or others and interact. Look at the reactions, the exchanges. Besides, maybe he does his homework, does research for his story. Look at how long it has been going on and the following it has had. There must be something there. Our tagline is ‘Rancher & Cat’. The password is the code. You know, the numbers for Cat.”
That’s what I did. With no internet connection at the house, I relied on downloading likely stories from the site into MS Word for reading. I also learned that Kindle could use MS Word files and that made reading them even easier. That Michele story was huge and contained some interesting information, ideas, and suggestions. I was still suspicious, though, of a man writing about something so intimate to a woman, but from my experience so far, I was impressed. The rest of it was ideas and techniques that I was now more committed to trying. The characters in the story seemed to have a relaxed and easy relationship with the dogs they had trained and I was determined to achieve a similar relationship with Blackie.
It took me weeks to get through the entire story, but I found good information and ideas already within days of starting to read it. I quickly incorporated the idea of stimulating Blackie to a nearly erect penis and I did that mostly with my mouth, just like the character in the story. It was an interesting experience at first because it seemed so unusual, even more so than being fucked by the dog. I also began working with Blackie on the concept of training him when and when not to approach me sexually. Even though we lived an isolated existence for the most part, I found it made a difference just for us that Blackie wouldn’t be sticking his nose into my crotch as the mood struck him. When he began to understand the difference and only approached me for that when I was naked, it became so much simpler. In the winter months, being naked was more because of already intending to play sexually with Mitch, so Blackie’s involvement gradually became more routine. When the intention between Mitch and me was more personal and romantic, as it sometimes is with couples when it isn’t just playful, we adjourned to some time behind the closed door of the bedroom.
What pleased me and excited me was the easy and accepting relationship that quickly evolved among the three of us, Mitch, Blackie and me. I was the single member of the group that was used to frequent sexual activity. Mitch had little exposure to long term relationships with women or sexual involvement before taking me into his life. Blackie had been a virgin, having never experienced a female before me. But, I was on the opposite end of the spectrum. Sex, whether willful or forced, had been a major part of my being for much of my adult life. Now, it was a pleasure, not a regret or a fear. Now, I relished the opportunity to receive and give pleasure through my body. I loved the intimacy of the act whether it was with Mitch or Blackie. And, Mitch seemed to share the same longing. Our loving and physical contact became more and more frequent, often small touches, strokes, and squeezes were given back and forth as we moved around the house, barn, garage, or outside. Those small moments only kept the need and fire strong for when we had the opportunity to do more about it.
Was I so sure that Mitch was comfortable and supportive of including Blackie? Oh, yes! I have learned that winter nights are long when you are in a valley between mountains. Thank god, I have two loving males to keep me satisfied. And, they do. Which is why I am so sure about our relationship. Tonight has been like many in the recent past. Mitch and I have just completed another loving, intimate, and explosive fuck on the couch. Most of the time it is more like love-making, slow and tender; tonight, though, was more demanding and urgent from both of us. We had to change positions three or four times, all the while remaining on the couch. When we were done, spent more like, we both were stretched out alongside each other, limbs d****d over the other, and silly but satisfied grins plastered on our faces.
After, though, was the true sign of comfort of our new life. Once we had essentially recovered, perhaps not fully, but enough, Mitch slipped out from under me. This by necessity causing me to turn on the couch so I am slumped, my shoulders and head resting on the back of the couch, my butt and legs stretched out in front of me. Mitch headed for the kitchen and the bourbon. Is it a rut if you enjoy it? I have come to be very fond of bourbon, but I am no connoisseur, I know he likes Jack Daniels, but he also gets other brands on occasion. I’m not sure I can tell the difference from one time to the next. I just know I have come to like it and having a drink, either on ice or straight, is a nice after part of our sex, usually quietly embraced, sipping, and talking. Usually, the wood stove is blazing, allowing us to relax naked in the large room even with a foot or more of snow outside.
This night was no different. The stove was blazing, my body and mind were numb, but deliciously numb from the orgasm that crashed me. Once again my mind is trying to come to grips with just that element of this existence; an orgasm that crashes over me like some massive wave coming in from the ocean, traveling how far from the depths of the deep sea, just to crash over my body like it was spread out on the beach. And, how often have I marveled at that sense? How many times have we made love? Yeah, probably that often. To think, all that was done to me, the forced sex and penetration, the element of pain, electricity, everything that could cause my body to react with a cum, even if involuntary, all those time, and none were like this. None were like any of these, from the first time out in the lake on the rock to this one.
So, here I was, once again half aware, only part of my butt on the couch and my legs slightly spread. Only half aware, that is, until Blackie came to me. Then, I became very aware, and I became instantly re-stimulated. My first awareness was of his tongue, that long and wide tongue, swiping me from below my pussy to some place over it and onto my mound. That first contact was marked, an exclamation mark, when that wonderful but slightly rough tongue slid over my clit. A long, prolonged, contact. A contact that he repeated after only a momentary hesitation, when he received no negative command from me. I suppose it might take him a little more time to accept that his attentions were now welcome, modified by the clothing rule, of course. My eyes drifted to the kitchen door but there was no Mitch, he was still occupied. Not that it mattered in truth, though, my legs opened wider and my arms raised and folded behind my head, opening myself to this new attention … this new welcome attention.
Blackie continued to lick or more like lapping at my pussy, which contained Mitch’s seed and my own orgasmic juices. I was sure his was lapping up the results of my just completed love-making and a smile crept across my face, at the same time that a contented and expectant sigh escaped my lips, my mouth.
It was at that exact moment that I sensed, heard, or felt a movement or presence. I half opened my eyes to find Mitch approaching with two glasses that I knew would contain bourbon, no ice, not in the winter. He was still naked, too. Of course he was. He held out one glass, then seemed to change his mind as he leaned down to me to kiss me. At the same time the glass touched my nipple and I smiled into his mouth. He pulled back with a big smile, handing me my drink and looking down at Blackie lapping away at my pussy. I took a sip of my drink, closed my eyes, but smiled. When my eyes open, again, I saw him in his chair, sipping his drink and focused on Blackie and me. My eyes drift down, his legs were open, his cock was not hard, but it was semi-hard. Amazing, he just came inside me, it was his seed that Blackie was intent on whether he knew it or not.
I looked at him. I sipped my drink, again. I don’t know if I am blushing or not. I feel like I should be, though. “This seems so obscene.”
He smiled, sipped, but his eyes were on Blackie’s tongue action … and exactly where his tongue was. “Obscene … because a dog is licking you, or because I am watching it?”
“You … because you are watching it.”
“So, you admit that Blackie licking you isn’t the obscene part. You like him licking you; you like him fucking you.”
“Oh god, yes! I love it! I love that both of you can love me! Hell, that both of you can use me.”
“There is a part of you that likes being used, isn’t there Cat? You are a submissive at heart.”
I moaned. His words, Blackie’s tongue … my god. “Yes, you know that, already.”
“Remember the story, Cat? The woman in the story? She couldn’t refuse the dog; hell, she couldn’t refuse any of their dogs.”
I hadn’t thought he read that far into the story. Was he going to do it? Finally? “Yes, yes, I remember.”
“You’d love to be told you can’t refuse Blackie, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh god! I love it, I love his tongue.”
“His cock, too?”
“Oh, yes!”
“His knot, too?”
“Oh god!” I thought I was going to cum right there. What he was doing to me … my mind was reeling in anticipation, my body was reeling from the insistent attention from that tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, I love his knot! It fills me up so much.”
“Say it, Cat.”
Oh no! He wasn’t going to tell me! He wasn’t going to make me do it. He was making me do it. Again, his demand for my strength, my control, my decision, and my freewill. “Yes, I admit it. If I can’t be submissive to you, I want to be submissive to him.”
“You will be his whenever he want you?”
“Yes!”
“You will be his bitch?”
“Yes! Oh, yes, I will be his bitch!”
“Anytime you are naked, you are his.”
That last part wasn’t a question. He was telling me. He was affirming a change in the way things were, how they will be. I looked at him. His eyes were on mine. Mine were on fire. His were intent, deliberate, and challenging. He only said three words, “Prove it … now.”
A challenge. A command? I scrambled onto the floor after setting my glass on the end table, surely spilling some in the process. I am on my hands and knees, sideways to him so he can see my compliance, my eagerness, and my desire. Blackie is at my ass in seconds. He is sniffing me, licking my backside this time. I wiggle my ass, breaking his contact, and pat my ass cheek. He jumps up onto my back and I grunt when he lands hard on me. His hips start humping immediately and I reach between my legs. Just like in the story, I feel his cock and guide it to my pussy and he is inside me. He thrusts at the first touch to my hole and he is embedded nearly fully in one thrust. That, combined with the other, the licking, Mitch’s comments, his challenging comments, all lead up to an abrupt and surprising orgasm. My eyes flutter open as I stabilize myself to the rapid thrusts from Blackie and the rising and crashing orgasm coursing through my body. In those flutters of my eyes, I see Mitch sitting in his chair, his drink held to his lips, his other hand wrapped around his now hard cock, and a big smile spread across his face, his eyes twinkling in delight.
It seems to me that only minutes after my body is recovering from the orgasm that I feel his knot pressing against my lips. Undoubtedly, it was longer than that, but I find myself having to focus my energy and attention to the knot, clearing my head to press against Blackie, to assist him in successfully tying with me, knotting his bitch to dump his seed. I know that is Mitch’s challenge, his intent for me now. His words, his guidance in the conversation, all leading to this, my declaration of submission to Blackie. Other thoughts that are fleeting in my mind, about Mitch and his words and whether there was more dominance in them for me, are all pushed out, perhaps to be reconsidered at another time. But, not now, not at this moment. At this moment, at this time, my interest is bound up in the same interest as Blackie’s. He and I have mated before, this isn’t nearly the first time for us. But, this time it feels so much more, so much different, like he actually is taking me as his bitch, like I am actually giving myself to him to be his bitch. With that sense in my being, the knot pressed into me, I cried out, my head raised up and I nearly howled in response. And, I again came, an orgasm rolling over me with one shudder after another, my eyes shut tight, but my mouth open. I felt myself, my pussy walls, clenching around the cock and knot throbbing inside me. Then I felt more, I felt him twitch, jerk, and eruption, shoot his seed deeper into my already spasming pussy.
It seemed like many minutes before his knot had shrunk sufficiently to be pulled out of me. But, I had no real idea how long it was. My head and upper chest had collapsed to the floor. Blackie had turned and frequently pulled to test the tie, each time his knot seemed to bump my g-spot, and each time it caused a shudder and gasp.
When he pulled out, it released a flow of his and my juices escaping my gaping pussy hole. I collapsed completely onto the floor and felt a blanket being placed over me. I recovered quickly, though, I wanted to, to see and to hear Mitch’s reaction, his response to my actions and acceptance of his challenge, his direction of me becoming Blackie’s. I raised myself to my hands and knees, the blanket sliding off in the process. I looked to the end table, my drink was gone. I looked to Mitch and he was holding it. I crawled to him, on my hands and knees. When I came to his knees, I raised my shoulders and head, kissing his leg, his knee, and then resting my cheek onto his knee. His free hand came down to my head and he actually petted it. He stroked my cheek and ran his fingers through my hair. I found myself squirming at the touch, finding surprising pleasure and satisfaction in this form of attention from him.
I raised my head and looked up at him from my kneeling position, “Was that satisfactory, sir?” I sucked in air, gasping, wanting to pull that word back in as soon as it escaped my lips, but it was out, gone into the air for both of us hear and react. I waited. I watched his eyes and he searched mine, as though looking for something in me or perhaps in himself.
He smiled and pulled me up and into his lap, my pussy still releasing small amounts of Blackie’s cum as I shifted position and sat onto Mitch’s lap. He pulled me into his chest, I felt his cock stir under my butt.
“It was beautiful, Cat.”
I snuggled closely into him, content in our relationship, and secure in his feelings for me. We finished the drink and found ourselves in bed. We made love, again. This time slowly, without urgency. It was beautiful. It was more. It was a perfect ending to the experience. I wrapped my arms around his as he held me after. I smiled in the dark, moving my butt into his groin.
He chuckled, “Enough, woman! Time for sleep.” But, he kissed my shoulder, neck, and ear, while pulling me in tighter, pressing his groin into me in response.
Hmmmmmm … I am certainly a very well satisfied woman by my two loving males.
* * CHAPTER EIGHT will follow * * Thanks for reading.
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