Rachael is down on her luck after losing her job, her boyfriend, and all her stuff due to a little misunderstanding. And then it starts raining. A girl will do almost anything under those circumstances, even if it means finding out she isn't the person she thinks she is. This is a book by Rachael Ross
I didn't have to wonder about the dogs for long, because they were already running towards the truck, barking excitedly and wagging their tails. They were big too, although I'm not sure if they were any specific breed or not, but they must have had some St. Bernard or Great Dane in them someplace. They were all brown and white generally, more streaked than spotted, with some black around their handsome heads. Long haired as well, although not shaggy, just comfortably long, especially for a place like Washington. They had collars, all thick brown leather and well worn, with tags hanging from them. So I guessed that meant they'd all had their shots.
They came to a stop when they saw me standing by the truck, hugging myself and feeling just a little nervous, but not much. Even though they bared their teeth and bristled a little as they barked and growled, I didn't feel any real danger from them. They just didn't know me yet.
The man was calling them, but they weren't paying a whole lot of attention to him, which seemed a little rude, even for dogs. They really did need a trainer, I thought, and although I had no practical experience as such, I figured it would be fun to try. Ten years was a long time to train a dog though, even three of them, and that was still making me wonder a bit.
"Come here, boy. Come on." I bent my knees, squatting down and held out my hand, looking at the biggest one, who really wasn't that much bigger than the other two. They were all huge.
He approached me slowly, sniffing the air and barking, but not quite so loudly, and the other two dogs were following. They seemed a little confused at my happiness to see them, maybe because most people would have gotten back in the truck and locked the doors, I supposed.
"Come on, that's it. Good boy. Oh! You're a nice doggy, huh..." I was smiling as he got closer and the man was just watching me, although I couldn't really see him. I kept my eyes on the dogs, just holding out my hand until the leader took a sniff of my fingers and then a tentative lick across the back of my hand.
The others were soon with me as well, all three of them no longer upset or confused, but wagging their tails happily and nudging me with their noses and paws for attention. I was giggling and stroking all of them, feeling their warmth and strength, and enjoying the way dogs can be so comfortable.
"Well ... Shit," the man was laughing a little. "I've never seen that before."
"They're just big puppies!" I grinned as one of them licked my face and another shoved his great head in between my thigh and my tummy as I finally just sat on the hard gravel. "Ohhh, you sweeties! Yes, you are..."
I played with the dogs for maybe 15 minutes before I finally followed the man into his house. It was warm inside and I was grateful for it. The dogs followed us in as well, which surprised me a little. They were big, the largest, who was named Bandy, came up to my shoulders and he probably weighed almost twice as much as me. The others were a little shorter perhaps, but a good hundred and fifty pounds maybe. These were serious dogs, bred large and intended for real work, I thought.
I guess we weren't really in the house though, or at least not the 'home' part of it that you might expect. The door we'd come through didn't latch, it just swung in either direction and had springs to keep it closed. I thought that was odd, but as it turned out it wasn't really odd at all, since doorknobs are kinda tough for dogs.
"Used to be two bedrooms and a sewing room in here," the man was telling me. We were on the east side of the house, or so he said. My sense of direction was never the best, except maybe at sunrise and sunset. "I knocked down some walls, put some new wood down. This is where the dogs sleep. It'll be where you sleep too."
"Oh." I thought that was sort of weird.
I mean there wasn't any furniture, not even a bed. Just a big thin mattress, like one of those funny Japanese beds, with some old quilts and blankets around it. A futon, that's the word, and I'd never slept on one of those before. The floor was bare, just hard oak planking it looked like, stained to a nice shade of brown, but scratched up from the dogs' toenails. I thought maybe I should give the dogs a pedicure sometime. There were heavy curtains on the windows, and the overhead lights were old, maybe even antiques, but they gave a pleasant warm and yellow light. Still, for being such a big room it seemed like it should have more in it than just that futon thing.
On the opposite side there was a tiled area, with a little lip around it. I guessed that was for washing the dogs. There was a deep sink, but mounted on the floor with a single faucet and a two or three foot long hose attached. A drain sat in the floor and little else. A few feet from that was an old wooden rack, like a shoe rack maybe, except it had dog shampoo and powders for fleas and ticks, a scrub brush and a few other things a person might need to groom a dog. Nothing fancy there, just practical stuff.
There were a few big old leather chew toys scattered around too, mostly half hidden under the blankets. I guess this guy really loved his dogs and the dogs liked it too, chasing each other around with their feet skittering across the floor. They were showing off, like teenage boys, barking at me to join in and making me laugh. There was one other door and the man pointed at it.
"Dogs aren't allowed in the house proper," he told me seriously. "The boys know that and I expect you to remember it too."
"Uh, sure," I shrugged. So the dogs weren't allowed in the house, I could remember that.
"Now, maybe you want to get comfortable in your new home." He stood there looking at me expectantly.
"Umm ... What about the rest of the house?" I asked, just since I expected him to show me stuff like the bathroom maybe, since I had to go sorta. And the kitchen, since it was a little past dinnertime.
"Off limits to you, bitch," he smiled. "Go on now and get undressed. I want to see what you look like all collared up."
I guess my face must have looked pretty funny because he chuckled and shook his head while I stared at him.
"You're a dog girl now," he explained patiently. "A female dog. A bitch. Understand? So don't be shy. You don't need clothes, believe me. I keep this room plenty warm and if you still get cold, you've got your three new friends to snuggle with."
"I ... I ... I thought I was going to, um ... train them ... or something..." I was stammering my words slowly, trying to understand if he was serious or just pulling my leg.
"Train them?" the man laughed. "They're as trained as I need 'em, bitch. You're the one needs training and we're starting right now. Clothes off. Now."
It was a command and I swallowed hard, wondering how I'd ended up in this mess, pretending I was some wacko's dog. But what was I going to do? I couldn't say no, or walk away, or argue with the guy. I didn't even know his name! I was all alone in his house, with no money, no nothing except a contract I'd signed saying I'd be his girl dog. Now, I'll admit I'm not the smartest person. And doubtless some people are going to wonder why I did what I did, but all I can say is until you've been in that situation, you just have no idea what you're going to do. Some people might fight, some girls might run. Me? I started taking off my clothes.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and the man held his hand out for it, so I gave it to him. I felt embarrassed that I was undressing, but only because I didn't really know why. Being naked didn't bother me. It was warm and comfortable in there, and I'd been a professional stripper anyway, so it wasn't like I was shy. I pulled my skirt down and then my panties, handing those over as well and I smiled a little as the guy eyed my shaved little slit.
"How old did you say you are?" he asked as I sat down to take off my boots. This was made harder as the dogs had taken an interest in what I was doing and came over to sniff at me.
"I'm nineteen," I said with a little grunt, getting one boot off and working at the other. He was looking right between my splayed legs and I guess I was giving the guy quite a show, but that couldn't be helped.
He whistled appreciatively and nodded. "If you say so." He took my other boot and told me he'd be right back, opening the door I couldn't go through and closing it behind him.
I sat on the floor totally naked now, with three huge dogs around me, sniffing and licking and making me giggle as I pushed them away. I guess part of me didn't really believe the guy was serious. I mean, it had to be some weird sex thing, you know? One of those roleplaying game things and after he got tired of it, he'd let me in the house and we'd laugh about it or something. I just couldn't see how he could keep me in here with the dogs all the time. Who'd ever heard of such a thing?
Bandy was the leader, definitely, and he was the most aggressive, although not in a dangerous way. But he loved shoving his snout down between my legs, smelling my sex and trying to give me a good lick down there. I kept pushing him away, but he was big, a lot bigger than me, and it was doing little good. Another one, Bush, which seemed like a funny name for a dog, but I liked it, was around behind me, sniffing at my butt and licking me just at the top of my ass. That was ticklish as heck and it made me jump a little everytime he did it, turning around and swatting at his big head. The other one, Barley, was the most calm of the three, just laying down and watching me with his long pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. It looked like he was smiling at me and it was so cute! They were all cute.
"Bandy! Come on! Stop, you big dummy!" I laughed as Bandy got his tongue down across my slit, teasing me with it like it was damp rough sandpaper. It felt kind good, actually, but I really wanted to pee and a few more licks like that and I'd make a puddle on the floor.
Luckily, the man came back and gave a sharp little whistle so the dogs would leave me alone for a second, wondering what he wanted. But he didn't have anything for them, and when I started getting up, a little red faced and breathless from all the giggling, the man just pushed me back down.
"Stay," he said, just like I was a dog. So I sat down and looked up at him. "Good girl," he stroked my hair for a second and you're gonna think I'm crazy, but I sorta liked it. "Here we go now..." he was saying, fitting a collar around my neck and buckling it into place. "I'll get you some tags in a day or two, after I think of a good name for you."
"Name?" I blinked with surprise. "My name's..."
"Shhh..." he shook his head. "Dogs don't talk. That means you don't talk. When I want you to speak, you'll know it because I'll ask you a question directly. Otherwise you can smile, frown, shake your head, bark, whine, moan, or whatever ... but no talking."
I sat there silently trying to absorb all that. I wondered if I could talk to the dogs. I mean, when the guy wasn't around. They wouldn't care, would they? In the meantime though, I decided I'd better play along with him and I just nodded and even gave him a little bark, just for fun, but it wasn't a good one.
He laughed though and put his hand in front of my mouth and I got the impression I was supposed to lick it, so I did. "That's a good little bitch. Now make yourself at home. I'll fix some dinner for you guys." And with that he was leaving once more and I wondered if I was supposed to go outside and pee in the bushes, or what.
I ended up peeing down the drain and using that hose from the faucet to wash my pussy and clean the tiles. That wasn't so bad, at least the dogs didn't mind, but I sorta wondered what I was gonna do when I had to make number two, you know? Well, hopefully the guy would be done playing by then, I thought.
I was shaking out the quilts and blankets, satisfied that there weren't any fleas or lice or anything. The dogs were clean enough, and the bedding was fresh, so the guy was serious about taking care of his pets. I appreciated that, especially since I guessed I was one of them, at least for awhile. I was making the bed nice, with some unwanted help from Bandy and Bush who decided they wanted to play tug-o-war with me and it was fun fighting for the quilt, but I didn't stand a chance against the two of them. They jerked me right off my feet a couple times and that made me giggle.
The man came in about then carrying a couple big bowls, like really big bowls, with some kind of food in them. It was like a beef stew it smelled like, and looked like it too, complete with vegetables and some wild rice mixed in. He put one of the bowls down and the dogs were over there quick, growling the way dogs do, but it was plain they were used to sharing with each other.
Bandy and Bush had their noses in it deep, leaving Barley standing there until the guy put the other bowl down for him. I sat on the mattress wondering about my dinner and the guy looked at me.
"You better get some before Barley eats it all. You and him share from now on." And then he was walking out.
Now, I was pretty hungry and whatever the guy had cooked up smelled really yummy, but sharing a bowl with a dog? And where was my fork, or at least a spoon? I might have sat there feeling sorry and confused for the rest of the night, but it wasn't gonna fill my tummy, so I hurried over and soon found myself on hands and knees with my face next to Barley's, lapping up the stew eagerly and when he growled at me, I growled right back, just to be friendly and keeping in the spirit of our little game. That seemed to satisfy the dog anyway, and he even moved, just a little, happily sharing with his new mate.
My face was wet and dirty, covered with gravy and I was giggling as we licked the bowl clean. I didn't care, it was like being a kid again. I could be as messy as I wanted and nobody would care. Barley licked my face clean anyway and while he was doing that I got a real surprise.
I was on my hands and knees and all of a sudden I felt a wet hot tongue sliding up along my slit. I practically jumped out of my skin and I turned around to see Bandy, probing my sex with interest and I tried scooting away, but he just followed me. I turned around to face the dog only to have Barley give me a lick of his own. I dropped my butt to the floor and it was just like before, all three dogs nudging me with their noses, licking and pushing at me, trying to get at my sex.
I don't know why it happened. Maybe it's only natural when a girl gets so much male attraction, even from another species, but I was getting turned on. I've never really been a big one for sex though. I like it, sure, but I'm not crazy for it. I had sex when it suited my boyfriend, which was a couple times a week usually, but if it had been up to me then, I dunno, maybe a couple times a month would have been fine. I always liked kissing and hugging and just cuddling a lot more than sex and if my boyfriend had been smart he would have used those to warm me up, you know?
Like the dogs were. They were giving me all that attention and it was nice. Pretty soon my whole body was warm all over and everywhere they happened to lick me it felt good. Not ticklish anymore, just really good, like candy electricity melting in my tummy. My pussy was getting wet too and Bandy could smell it and taste it. I was holding onto Bush, sort of resting my head against his shoulder while he nuzzled my neck, hugging him, feeling his strong hard muscles under his soft warm fur.
My legs were spread, although I don't really remember spreading them, and Bandy had full access to my pussy. It was so good too, like you wouldn't believe. He was digging between my greasy labia and into my love tunnel with his tongue, getting deeper and deeper, and all I could do was moan and sort of thrust my hips a little while I clutched at Bush.
Barley was nearby too, licking at my thighs and ribs and back, wherever he could reach with his tongue. They could all smell my pussy and probably the little invisible chemicals that radiated out of my pores as my body announced it's readiness to mate with someone. I found myself closing my eyes and shaking as Bandy brought me to orgasm finally, catching me so good that I forgot where I was and who I was with for a second, closing my legs tightly around the poor dog's neck and head so that he gave a little whine.
I smiled weakly, feeling my heart thumping and the air caught deep in my lungs. I was almost seeing stars and I don't think anyone had ever given me an orgasm like that. None of my boyfriends had, that was for sure! I'd never even had an orgasm with them, although I'd faked a few just to make them feel good. I'd read an article in Cosmo that said it was important to make a guy feel like he was a good lover, and even more important if he wasn't a good lover, since then he'd take advice for readily, or something. I hadn't been able to finish the whole article before my dentist was ready for me.
Anyway, it was pretty obvious that me being aroused was getting to the dogs as well, because everywhere I looked I could see their red dripping cocks pushing from their furry sheaths. I wouldn't say I'd ever wanted to have sex with a dog before, but I'd never consciously rejected the idea either. It was one of those taboo subjects you hear about, usually in a bad joke, and you think hmmm ... that's not such a big deal one way or the other. But it was a big deal for me now, especially since I felt feverish and super excited. I imagined I could smell them, my three new mates, and their cocks jutting beneath their bellies. I felt possessed and almost out of control...
But imagine it. You're all alone and naked in a room with three big, strong, and definitely sexy dogs and nobody is ever gonna know what you're doing. I mean no one that you wouldn't want to know. My dad, my best friends, the people I might work with someday, none of them were going to know. It was a new sort of freedom that I'd never experienced, never even dreamed of. I felt like a dog, like what a bitch must feel like surrounded by cock and oblivious to world around her. I'd seen dogs having sex in the middle of the street and they didn't care. But people couldn't do that, it was unthinkable, even with another person. But I was a dog, or as close as a person could get, so long as I stayed in that room.
I moved slowly to get on my hands and knees, knowing instinctively that I was as ready as I was ever going to be. I was scared, yeah, as much or more than I'd ever been before in my young life. Even more than when I'd lost my cherry two years before. This was new and unexplored territory for me. I didn't know if it would hurt or feel good, or break something inside me or what, but I figured if a female dog could do it, so could I. Nature, I decided, would just have to be trusted and I lifted my butt and offered myself to the dogs, giving them a low deep throated growl so they'd know I was impatient. I was too, my body was screaming for sex!
Of course Bandy was first, being the biggest. He didn't really have to mount me, he could just stand over me and do it, but he did it anyway, wrapping his front legs around my waist and letting most of his weight rest on my back as he stabbed his penis at my sex. He was heavy too! I'm not kidding, but the soft warmth of his chest against my back felt so good. His cock was jabbing and finally, with no help from me, he found my tight little hole and just slammed like four or five inches of hot dog cock inside my juicy vagina.
"Owwwwwww ... Fuck!" I groaned and winced a little too because it was uncomfortable for a moment.
My boyfriend's cock had been about five inches long and kind of thin, but I had thought it was good sized, at least for me. I knew some guys were bigger than that, and some guys were even smaller, but I hadn't realized how big a dog could get! Bandy was huge down there! I swear, he was just half in me and I was as full as I'd ever been with my boyfriend. Probably more, because dog cock is fat!
Bandy was pushing more and more inside me with every stroke too. He fucked me hard and fast, and I felt like I had a cramp at first, sort of a sharp pain that gave way to something dull and throbbing, and then eventually to no pain at all really. Just a very, very good feeling as my vagina stretched around the animal. It was nice after about two minutes, maybe three, when Bandy really hit his stride. He had all of his cock inside me, maybe nine inches, if I had to guess, and thick too. He was ramming himself in and out and growling at the other two as they walked impatiently around us, sniffing at us occasionally, and giving short excited barks once in awhile.
"Uh ... Uh ... Ahhh ... Oh ... Oh ... Ah..." I was grunting with every thrust of Bandy's swollen cock. It felt huge in my pussy, pushing against the walls of my sex and reaching deep inside to brush against the sensitive pillow of my cervix. I could feel our combined juices running down my thighs and I could barely hold myself up anymore. I folded my arms under my cheek, lowering my head to the floor under the animal's ever insistent efforts to plant his sperm in my womb.
"Well, I see you're making yourself right at home," the man's voice roused me to open my eyes and I stared up at him, unashamed as I pushed my ass back to meet Bandy's cock. He'd brought a simple wooden chair with him and he just sat in it, watching with evident approval on his face.
I could feel something else now, a hardness pressing against my sex, pounding my sensitive flesh and demanding entrance. I knew only a little about the mating habits of dogs, and I thought nothing of it at first. But Bandy was growling and giving small yelps of frustration as he pushed harder and harder, desperate to get the large knot of flesh that had grown near the base of his cock inside me.
"He's gonna lock you up, bitch," the man was telling me. He'd unzipped his pants and I could see his cock in his hand as he jerked off a few feet in front of me. Bush took a sniff and then a lick at the guy's penis and I watched as the man allowed the dog to lap at his cock.
"Ohhh ... owwww ... fuuuuck!" I suddenly felt my pussy being stretched beyond reason, filling me with a sharp burning ache that seemed to reach from my thighs to my belly. Bandy had finally forced the knot inside me and it went slowly at first, but then just seemed to pop inside, so that my cunt was stretched to its limits.
I was bucking my hips like crazy as another orgasm swept through me. I couldn't do anything but take it as the huge dog thrust his hips faster, with shorter strokes that could do little but tease me. The swollen bulge in my pussy was lodged tight and could move only a fraction of inch in either direction. It didn't matter anyway; Bandy's tapered cockhead was speared into my womb, thrust against my cervix so that when he came a minute later it was so incredibly intense I was literally screaming with pleasure.
Hot dog cum sprayed inside me, flooding the deepest parts of my sex with a wonderous stain of warmth. It spread around and through me and my body jerked with pleasure, the walls of my sex trembling around Bandy's great prick as his balls emptied themselves inside me. I saw stars and my mouth hung open as I panted for air. I felt as if I'd just run a marathon, excited and exhausted and floating on a high of adrenaline and endorphins. It was the single best experience of my young life and if I'd had the wits and the energy, I would have thanked the man for giving it to me.