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A magazine article about dogs being trained to sniff out medical problems, inspired this
5.30pm Thursday 25th May 2017
Near Durham, UK
Claire got Daisy back from the medical centre, the bitch very pleased to see her Labrador, pissed off they had kept her so long, depriving them both of their daily love-ins. Theodore Melrose the manager of the Dog Medical Detection Training establishment, was also pleased to see Claire, the CEO of the centre, who at age fifty three was the same age as he and both of them divorced twice. He was nursing an absolutely impossible to curb desire for the slender, straggly smokey blonde haired, fierce, he loved that – character who was driving the project forward. She wasn’t pretty, bit of a long face, thin lipped, moon jawed, hook nose and a strident voice.
“Mrs Guest, You can be mine “ he snickered, she didn’t. “Daisy has been as usual a charming resident,” Theo gushed. “And made some new friends, who adore her. I, of course, would have her all by myself if I could, but she was desired by so many here, I couldn’t avail myself of her unbelievable skills and expertise. Many people cannot understand how clever animals can be ... beyond what they deem the usual things, you know.”
Have her all by myself ... I bet you would you horrid man, thought Claire. Must check her out when we get home to see if she’s OK. Her vagina is precious, just like mine. Having endured Melrose’s admittedly huge – the biggest she’d encountered, cock several times to gain his trust and funding from his father’s bequest, to enable her to further her project, Daisy didn’t seem to have suffered in the previous internment at his centre. But check she would, during the session Daisy and Claire would enjoy later.
Claire drove away on the road to West Auckland, Daisy curled up in her rug behind the tailgate of the top of the range silver Range Rover, Theo stroking his unkempt, clean, shaggy, salt and pepper toned beard. He watched both tight arses, in vastly different sight lines, wiggle away across the car park. His naturally over cast sad eyes, wistfully desiring more of their visits. If he could have given Daisy pups, that would have been the icing on the creamy surround of her pink, puckered cake of a canine cunt.
On the way to Col, her son’s, dog play area, PartyPoochPlays – not a kennels please! - Claire wondered what surprises he would have in store for her today. He would canvas support from his clients, the people who paid minimum £20 a day, food extra, to leave their pets at his farm, to suggest certain animals were suitable for the specialised training in which Claire was the leading British expert. She had taken various Terriers, Bloodhounds, Spaniels and in one case a St Bernard through her course and they were now established across the land, providing their own unique canine expertise. They could detect cancer, prostate and urine diseases, purely on the odours created and was quite a unique and growing established method of detection.
She recalled how the whole thing had developed from such a basic thing, reading Beast Forum web page’s Q&A section, displayed on a computer monitor mounted independently at eye level, while Daisy and Rosie, her Border Terrier had greedily lapped at Claire’s very very open pussy. She and the bitches always ended the day in a private, quiet, warm room, enjoying what could be termed a lesbanine threesome although the canines didn’t complain about being unfulfilled. The breakthrough was when Brian her ex-husband, the last one, a gynaecologist had noticed Daisy’s particular attention to the left side of Claire’s saggy tit, where he and she knew there was a lump, which she denied and refused to discuss with him.
At that point in their fractious marriage, the row had broken out, he the supreme professional, she - the self centred, never wrong, high born bitch. Marriage vows broken, the split half and half as per pre-nuptials, she decided to get the lump checked and malignant it was. Tit off, pride hurt, future relationships with men dismissed and Daisy installed as the woman of the house. Stardom awaited and achieved.
Arriving at her son’s house and business, Daisy was taken for a walk, by the hired help, with about thirty other canines as part of the routine within the business Col and his fat wife Katt had fashioned.
“Naannnneee!” screeched the excited twins in unison as she pulled up at Col’s. They swamped her as always, showing her new animals, which were their favourites, their learning projects. Claire always saw them off to bed as a special treat and how special it was. Col and Katt were grateful for Claire’s visits and attention and well aware of the happening above their heads, being exhausted, happy and wealthy and always well pissed on copious drams of Jamesons.
Upstairs the bed sheet bobbed up and down, while Dog, the lad, for that’s how he was named, found Claire’s tit and suckled greedily as he had from an early age, after Katt had emptied her bosoms in him and his twin sister Bitch. He would sit on Claire’s lap and dig into her clothing, finding breasts, then a solitary breast that wanted nothing more than pleasure and a thrill that accompanied the lips that devoured her labia, surrounding a vulva that produced mega amounts of cunt liquids. His sister Bitch, so named because it was obvious, she was so like her Grand Mother, lapped it up – as they do.
The twins had been brought up in a free spirited, bestial, incestual, home educated environment, Col meeting Katt at a Dog is For Life Seminar, where mock marriages to the animals could be celebrated. The whole experience of animal welfare, husbandry – not wifery funnily – hygiene, veterinary and love were equally taught and experienced. Katt was from County Cork in Ireland and had lived on the road in what had been a horse drawn van, later a twin axle monster luxurious caravan.
The following morning
“We love having you here mother,” declared Col, in the morning. Dog and Bitch had eaten their breakfast and Katt was giving them reading matter to study.
“And I love cumming son,” answered Claire with a knowing grin. “Anything new?”
No messing, straight to the point.
He opened a door, whistled and in trotted a very narrow dog.
“This is Cliona Clíodhna as she’s registered, you say it klee-un-ah but Katt calls her Clitty,” Col giggled, “Cute eh, isn’t she sweet. a real darling and just look at her cunt. In season too, got to keep her separate of course, in fact don’t usually take them in heat, but ... you know. When Dog’s finished his lessons he will be doing her.”
The tiny whippet was straight onto Col’s lap and he trailed his finger over the mottled grey white bitch’s sloppy pink vagina, licking the oozing discharge off as Claire did the same, reaching across and adding some honey before licking hers.
“Not much of a sniffer ... you know whippets, for my purposes son, but cute yes.”
“Her owner leaves her Monday to Friday.” Col leaned forward in a conspirational manner and snickered. “He’s been a circus dwarf, on telly a lot. We charge him fifty a day ... plus food.”
“Oh think I’ve seen him, but they’re rumoured to be little men with big dicks...” she answered, wondering if she could shag the midget.
“He has – can’t imagine it up here,” Col laughed, pointing at Clitty’s cunt. “I looked over the urinals and saw it, but of course we can’t say every dog owner’s doing it can we.”
“Are some Dog play area bosses doing it... ?” she queried cheekily, an eyebrow raised and hitching her skirt.
“Fuck yes, over here Mother,” he chuckled, shoving clear some mugs and plates on the huge refectory table. “I didn’t know you shaved your pussy, since when?” he queried, stuffing her skirt up round her hips, there were no pants, not surprising him, splaying her legs, crouching and peering intensely up at her bald quim.
“Oh I let one of the RSPCA directors shag me a month or so ago. Spent the weekend with him and his wife and because she waxed her pussy regularly, he likes it, so they both shaved me on the second night. Had them both heh heh! Bit sore really, but so what, for a fuck. Last one up there was a gorgeous Red Setter at Theo’s place. Last night Bitch told me how nice it tasted,” she gasped as her son rammed his cock up her fanny.
“Yeah, reckon I can smell it,” he murmured.
“Bitch so loves it.”
“Yeah, I think Katt has a nice very posh Shi-Tzu dog due in later today and Bitch says she’s ... going to have fun,” he gestured, arms raised, twitching his fingers, his mother seeing his reflection in the shiny surface of an enormous chrome plated American fridge freezer. “Finding where it’s tool is ... amongst all that hair...” Col chuckled, panting as he watched his cock penetrating her capacious snatch, amazed at his middle aged mother’s capacity for a quick shag.
Claire managed to finish her toast and tea without spilling any, even though Col’s energetic ramming was making much of the breakfast things rattle. Not taking offence with her ‘have you finished yet’ attitude, he shed his load up her mothering fanny, patted her bare, thin rump, whistled for Clitty and went outside, telling her to pop out and find him later. Claire lay on the table for a while, letting their juices dribble down her legs, straightened her skirt, tidied the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher, hearing the sticky squelch of her upper thighs.
The business had taken a lot of planning and investment and Claire nurtured a huge sense of pride in her son’s enterprise backed with her cash. She walked through various brightly coloured indoor places and rooms, then the outside play areas, sections split for large, medium and small pooches. Three full time female staff were employed, two were out with the walkies Daisy being in on it. A movement caught her eye and she glanced up at the main house to see the twins waving to her from their educational quarters. She waved back as she entered the main barn and food store.
Col had locked Clitty away and was in a corner, shafting a black and white Border Collie, stood on a hay bale, as it’s near identical partner trotted around them, sniffing Col’s bare arse as he bent over the seemingly docile bitch, whose rear end was held in his hands to give him height and purchase. He grinned back at his mother.
“This is Posy and that’s Butch. Katt thinks he’ll be good for your training, subject to his owner Mrs Lightbody, that’s a laugh, wait till you see the old biddy, agreeing. He’ll do you nicely mother ... that’s if you’re in the mood. Katt had him earlier.”
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