Mark and Debbie had been married for two years when the local office of the company for which he worked was closed as a cost-saving measure. Mark was lucky. Instead of being terminated, he had been given the opportunity to become a roving troubleshooter. The position paid slightly more than his old one, but he would have to spend almost three weeks of every month traveling. He tried contacting other companies in the area, in hope of finding something that would allow him to stay near home, but they all had either had hiring freezes or were laying people off. He resigned himself to living on the road, but he knew that this situation would not be popular with his wife.
Debbie was one of those women who had grown up pretty, privileged, and consequently extremely spoiled. As a little girl she had gotten everything she wanted from her parents, even if she had to pitch a fit to get it. In High School, boys fell over themselves trying to please hers because of her looks. She had come to believe that she was entitled to whatever she wanted and if she did not get it, she would become very unpleasant.
When Debbie met Mark, he seemed to be just what she wanted in a husband. He was handsome, he had a good job, and he bought her everything she wanted. After the wedding, he bought her the cutest house in the suburbs, to which he would come home every night and entertain her. He even got her a flashy and very expensive sports-car, so she would look good driving around town. He indulged her every whim and she loved him for it.
At first, Mark was oblivious to Debbie's nature. He was in love with her and wanted to give her everything he could. Whenever she became unhappy, he would end the crisis by giving in to her. As the honeymoon period wore off, he began to have doubts about their chances for long-term happiness, but he loved his wife deeply and was willing to put up with a lot to keep her happy.
The problems began when he told her about the changes at work. She was unhappy about his being away and when he told her there was nothing he could do about it, that he was lucky to still have a job at all, she pitched a screaming fit. Mark slept on the couch that night.
Things had not improved by the time Mark began to prepare for his first extended trip. Debbie had allowed him back in to their bed, but she refused to let him touch her.
"If you loved me, you would stay with me," she said.
"Honeybun, I do love you. But I have to go where they send me if I want to get paid. It's money that pays the mortgage on the house and puts food on the table. Until I can find something else, this is the way it has to be."
"But I need you here!" Debbie cried. Mark's heart broke to see his pretty wife this unhappy, but there seemed to be nothing he could do about it. Then he thought of something he could do that might help. He could get her a dog. Taking care of a dog would keep her occupied while he was gone. It would also give her some companionship, something to focus on besides how unhappy she was.
Rather than bring it up with Debbie and risk another tantrum, Mark kept the dog idea to himself. After a search of local breeders, he found a pedigreed Black Labrador that the owner said would be ideal as companion and security for a lonely wife. Mark paid for the animal and arranged to pick it up the day of his trip.
When Mark walked in with the dog, Debbie was well into one of her fits. Crying and shrieking, she said, "But I don't WANT a dog, I want YOU. Why are you doing this to me?" The dog walked over to Debbie and sniffed at her. He looked up at her with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, expecting to be petted.
"Honeybun, look. He's a very friendly dog. His name is Gus. He's got a pedigree and everything. He's housebroken. He's up-to-date on all his shots. He'll be a good guard dog. He'll keep you safe while I'm gone. I've got all the dog food and bowls and leashes and stuff right here. All you have to do is feed him twice a day and walk him when he needs to go out."
Unmoved by his arguments, Debbie ran to the bedroom and slammed the door, throwing herself on the bed. Her sobs could be heard all the way down the hall.
"I've got to go now," Mark called through the closed door. "I'll leave Gus here. His bed and the rest of his stuff is in the kitchen. I'll call you when I get there. Bye, honey."
After Mark had gone, Debbie sat up and dried her tears. Without an audience, there was no point to crying. "A dog," she said to herself, "why would he think I wanted a dog? Nasty old thing. Be underfoot all the time. When he gets back he can take this dog back to where he got it, that's all!"
When Debbie opened the bedroom door, Gus was lying in the hall, waiting for her to come out and play with him. He sat up and wagged his tail when she stepped out of the bedroom.
"Get away from me!" she shouted, shaking her finger at the dog.
Alarmed and confused by her tone, Gus backed away down the hall toward the kitchen. Debbie followed him, making shooing motions with her hands. His bed, bowls and a large bag of food were where Mark said they would be.
"I guess you need to be fed," Debbie said, putting her hands on her hips. With a kitchen knife, she cut open the top of the bag of dog food and scooped some into Gus' dish. Then she poured him some water and went back to the living room to stew some more about how Mark had gone off and left her all alone. She was reading one of her romance novels when she noticed that the dog had come into the room and was watching her from the corner. She sniffed, and went back to her book. She ignored the dog for the rest of the afternoon, except to let him out when he needed to go outside to do his doggy business in the yard. She refused to use the leash. If he ran away, she would be rid of him. Apparently just to spite her, Gus came back every time.
Debbie continued to feed, water, and open the back door for the dog, but otherwise ignored him for the rest of the week. Whenever he would try to sit next to her or ask to be petted, she would shout at him and shoo him away. When that happened, he would go lie down across the room, but he still stayed near her all the time.
On Friday, Debbie made plans to go clubbing with a couple of her girlfriends. She thought that getting out with her friends and getting a little wild at a club would be just the thing to take her mind off of her thoughtless husband and also to get her away from that awful animal that refused to let her out of his sight. She had showered, done her hair, and laid out her favorite club dress, a short, strapless spandex sheath that had elastic laces all the way down both sides. It showed off her youthful 110 lb. figure very well, clinging to every curve like paint in front and back, and left her sides essentially bare. Wearing underwear with it was impossible, but 22-year-old Debbie thought that her D-cup breasts were firm enough not to need support.
She was standing in the bathroom, primping before putting on her dress, when she dropped one of her pearl earrings. She saw it fall between the pedestal sink and the bathtub and she got down on her knees to look for it with her bare ass wiggling in the air. She had just spotted it in the corner under the sink, and was reaching to pick it up when she suddenly felt something wet slide between her exposed butt-cheeks. She was so startled that she jerked her head up and smashed it into the underside of the sink, briefly knocking herself unconscious. When she slowly began to regain her senses, Debbie thought she was dreaming. It was a wonderful dream. She was lying on a private beach in Cozumel and Enrique, the handsome poolboy, was between her legs, licking her tenderly, making her wet before he entered her. His five-o'clock shadow was tickling her most sensitive parts, and his insistent licking was making her boiling-hot pussy gush juice all over his mouth.
Debbie moaned, "Oooo, Enrique. Stop that or you'll make me cum too soon." Her eyelids fluttered open and reality crept back into her consciousness. Something was very wrong. She wasn't on the beach. She was face-down on a tile floor. And that wasn't Enrique between her legs. Debbie raised her head and looked back, careful not to bang her head again. The dog! It was the damn dog! The nasty filthy beast had his head between her legs and was licking her pussy!
Debbie tried to clamp her knees together to force the animal away from her sex. She took a deep breath to scream at the top of her lungs, but before she could make a sound Gus pulled his furry head out of her crotch and growled at her. It was a deep rumbling noise, terrifyingly feral. Debbie swallowed her scream. "The dog has gone mad," she thought, "he's reverted to his true nature. He's as big as me and certainly much stronger. He's going to kill me. He's going to tear me apart." Gus growled again, his black lips sliding back from his gleaming white fangs. Almost without conscious thought, Debbie spread her knees open, again exposing her inflamed sex.
Gus quit growling and put his head back under her ass. He resumed licking Debbie. Her entire groin was quickly drenched with his saliva. His long tongue could easily reach her clit from his position behind her. He licked Debbie from front to back, without pause.
Debbie hung her head and rested it on the bath mat. From this position she could see the dog's tongue raking her sex over and over. Her heart was still pounding, but her terror had faded enough for her senses to return. She watched, fascinated, as the animal licked her. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself at her expense. It was the most humiliating experience she had ever had.
"Please stop, doggie. Please don't do this," Debbie pleaded.
As Gus worked away at her, Debbie's pussy began to respond on its own. Her juices started to flow more freely and her labia became engorged with her blood, slowly spreading apart, as if to give the dog greater access.
Debbie felt the heat build inside her. She felt herself open to the animal. She felt his tongue going deeper, seeking the source of the flow of nectar that had started to run from her. As the warmth spread through her, she felt herself responding physically to the dog's tongue. She grit her teeth and told herself that this was dirty and perverted, that she could not allow herself to receive pleasure from what was happening to her. Even as she made the resolution, her body betrayed her. Her hips tilted back, moving her pussy closer to the source of the sensations that were causing her arousal.
"Please don't... lick... me... like... that. Please stop. I'm sorry I was mean to yoooooooou."
A low moan escaped from Debbie's lips. She was finding it more difficult to concentrate, to focus her resolve on denying the pleasure that was radiating from her loins. She closed her eyes. Her breathing became more rapid. Her nipples, pressed against the cool tile, hardened with the wave of arousal that swept over her.
"Please," she whispered. But "please" what? "Please stop?" "Please don't?" "Please go faster?" Debbie was no longer sure. She floated on a sea of sensation, riding the continuous waves from crest to crest like a limp piece of seaweed, completely at the mercy of a force beyond her control.
Then Gus stopped. Without thinking, Debbie spread her knees farther apart, trying to entice the dog to continue. "So close," she thought. She felt the dog's coat rub against her ass. She felt his powerful chest on her back. She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. Puzzled, she opened her eyes. She could see something moving between her legs. It was very large and bright red. It reached almost to her navel. Then it withdrew back between her legs and rose out of sight. She felt a sensation of pressure at the opening to her pussy. "He's going to rape me!" she realized. The dog was going to rape her, right here on the bathroom floor. Instantly, her head cleared. She started to push herself up on her arms, to try to get the dog off of her. This was very wrong. This was unthinkable. She could not let this happen!
"NOOOOO! No, you mustn't. No. No. Nooooo!"
Gus growled right in her ear. She froze where she was. She desperately tried to decide if she had a chance to fight the dog. She had a vision of lying on the bathroom tiles with her throat torn out. While she was trying to decide, Gus took the initiative. The dog drove his erect cock halfway into her pussy with one shove of his hips.
Debbie tried to scream, but the sound choked in her throat. Feeling herself start to slip on the tiles from the force of the dog pushing behind her, she grabbed the edge of the bathtub and pushed back to keep her head from being banged into the porcelain. Gus pushed again and the rest of his thick 10" cock slid home. Debbie's mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled back at the sensation of the dog's cock slamming into her well-lubricated vagina. It felt incredibly hot and it seemed to fill every crevice, stretching her out more than she had ever been before. She knew immediately that Gus' equipment was bigger than Mark's. She could feel the hot flesh touching her cervix, forcing it out of the way as it thrust all the way into the deepest part of her.
The feeling of having the dog's cock buried so deep inside her was overwhelming. Debbie felt arousal explode within her, driving her instantly to the brink of orgasm. "NO!" she thought, "I can't! I mustn't! Not with a DOG!" But it was too late. Debbie felt her climax wash over her; searing waves of intense pleasure that began at her pulsing clit and rolled out to all parts of her body.
No sooner had Debbie's climax reached its peak, than Gus started stroking his cock in and out of her. The feeling in her hypersensitive clit was indescribable.
"Oh God! Oh, God. Ohgodohgodogoddddddd!" she squealed. Her vagina was so tight around his cock that it felt like she was being turned inside out on every stroke. His cock was bigger than any man she had ever been with. It was stimulating places in her that no one had ever touched before. She had never felt pleasure this intense before in her life.
Gus fucked her like a machine, ramming his cock home with rapid-fire strokes. He seemed not to tire, but went on and on at the same fast pace for several minutes. Debbie melted under his continuous assault. Her pussy was burning with the heat of his cock in her and the heat of the friction it was causing. She felt another climax rising from deep inside her, as overpowering in its impact as the first.
As her second orgasm took her, she gripped the side of the bathtub with both hands and felt herself vibrate. Muscles all over her body quivered. She moaned loudly, a deep, almost animal-like sound. She felt her vaginal muscles pulsing on the huge cock, pulling it further into her hot pussy. Gus increased his pace as he felt her squeezing his cock.
"Oooooooooo," she moaned, "Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee! Oh, that feels sooooo gooood!" Debbie tossed her head back and forth, ruining her hairdo. She could feel his balls slapping her swollen clit on every stroke. She bucked her hips, trying to get more cock into her pussy. She could feel the tip of it bumping into her cervix on every stroke. This was an entirely new sensation for her and it raised her arousal to a new level.
Gus kept on pounding his cock into her, pouring it to her as fast as he could. With all four feet on the floor he arched his back and rocked his hips back and forth, moving six inches of his cock in and out of her pussy on each powerful stroke.
Debbie's world had dwindled down to the massive cock plunging into the innermost reaches of her vagina. She held no thought in her head, only experiencing the powerful sensations that crashed over her. Time seemed to stand still, as she was frozen in a matrix of arousal, stuck like a fly in amber.
She almost did not notice when Gus slowed to a stop. He stood perfectly still for a few seconds, then he thrust into Debbie so hard that his cock brutally banged her cervix, almost pushing its way into her womb. Then he started to unload his balls into her.
To Debbie, the spray of hot dog cum deep inside her felt like molten lava searing the depths of her pussy. She came instantly, her climax flashing in her brain like a Roman candle, firing exploding balls of colored fire again and again behind her eyes as Gus' huge cock pumped stream after stream into her. Just when it seemed like he would never stop, his cock fired one last bolt and he backed away from Debbie, slowly pulling his still-hard cock out of her. The dog walked out of the bathroom and disappeared around the corner.
Debbie collapsed, exhausted, onto the cool bathroom tiles, shivering from an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. She wondered if she would ever stop cumming. Even after her orgasm finally subsided, she lay still, unable to move and totally drained.
Long minutes later, she stirred. She raised her head and pushed herself up on her hands. She tried to get her legs under her but they would not cooperate, so she sat on the floor and put her back against the bathtub. After resting for a while in this position, she tried her legs again. This time they worked well enough for her to get up on the toilet.
Debbie ran her hands across her abdomen. Her abdominal and vaginal muscles were threatening to cramp from the sustained workout they had been through. She spread her legs and bent over to look at her sore, swollen pussy. It was still engorged with blood and her labia were still hanging open. She watched as a sticky glob of white slid from her and dropped in to the toilet bowl with a plop. Another followed the first. Then a stream, and finally a flood of dog cum poured out of her. She'd never seen so much cum before. She thought there must have been a pint of it.
Taking a hand-mirror from the vanity, she held it up between her legs to get a better look at her pussy. She saw that she had been thoroughly reamed by the dog's large organ. Where before, her opening had been small, now her poor pussy gaped wide open.
"I'm ruined," Debbie said under her breath. "My poor pussy. He ruined my poor pussy with his great big prick." She stared as the last of the cum slowly oozed out.
"He filled me. He filled me up with doggie cum. I'm not on the pill. I wonder if I'll have puppies?" Debbie giggled, teetering on the verge of hysteria.
She sat the mirror down and used some toilet paper to wipe herself clean. Then she struggled unsteadily to her feet and, holding on to anything handy, she staggered into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.
Without sitting up, she reached for the telephone on the bedside table. Picking it up, she put her fingers on the buttons. Who to call? What to say?
"My dog raped me." Right. Who did she want to say that to?
"He fucked me brutally and wrecked my pussy. I came hard three times on his big cock." No one could ever know that.
"It was the best sex I've ever had." Admitting that to herself left her stunned and bewildered.
She picked a number from the speed-dial list and hit 'call'. It was answered almost immediately.
"Cerise? Hi, it's Debbie. Look, I'm sorry for standing you up. I've been in the bathroom for the last hour. No, I think I'm OK now. But we'll have to get together some other time, OK? Sure. Me too. Bye, now." She put the phone back in the cradle, pulled the bedspread over her, rolled over and fell asleep.
When she woke up in the morning, it all seemed like a bad dream. Then she felt the soreness in her groin and felt the dried sweat and other fluids on her body. Groaning, she swung her legs off the bed and sat up. Gus lay next to the bedroom door, looking at her.
Debbie stared at the dog as though she expected him to say something, but he just lay there yawning. He had obviously slept in the room with her all night. Slowly, she stood and walked carefully past the dog into the bathroom. She had started to close the door, when she heard the dog get up and approach her. She froze with her hand on the door. Then she slowly opened it again, all the way. The dog retreated to his spot by the bedroom door. She stood with her hand on the bathroom door, staring at the dog.
"This isn't over," she thought. Her heart raced and her stomach lurched as the true terror of the situation came home to her. Her fingers went white where she gripped the door. She forced herself to let go.
"He's much stronger then me. He could kill me any time he chooses. He's in control now. I'd better do what he wants." She propped the door open so she wouldn't be out of Gus' sight.
"OK," she said to herself as she ran the water for her bath. "Ground-rules. No closed doors."
After she bathed, she felt much better. In fact, she felt pretty good. She knew it was the afterglow from last night, but she allowed herself to smile anyway. She walked out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel and another around her torso. She pulled panties and a bra out of her bureau drawer, pulled the towel from her body, and sat on the bed to get dressed. She had just got her feet into the panties when she heard the dog growl. Again she froze and looked at the dog. He did not seem to be about to attack. He was just giving her a warning.
"Aha," she said, understanding. "No panties. Well, how about a bra?"
She picked up the bra and held it up to her breasts. There was no response from the dog. She put the bra aside.
"Towel OK. Bra OK. Panties not. Gotcha."
She stood up and went to the closet. She had intended to put on a fashion show for the dog to try to learn the new limits of her wardrobe, but she froze with her hand on the door when comprehension suddenly dawned. The dog would not let her wear anything that got between him and her pussy. She felt her stomach clench and sudden warmth start to rise from her crotch as she realized that the dog intended to have sex with her whenever he wanted. Her eyes went wide at the thought. She pondered her change in status and how her life had changed in the last several hours.
"I'm his bitch," she thought, "I'm the dog's bitch."
The horrendous idea of being turned into a sex-slave for a dog both repelled and fascinated her at the same time. She could not put it out of her mind. Every time she thought, "dog's bitch" she felt her pussy grow warm and a small jolt of pleasure run up her spine.
She pulled a short terry robe from the closet and shrugged into it, tying the wide belt in front in a half-knot so she could take it off again quickly in case the dog objected. Gus seemed fine with it, though. She walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. The dog padded along behind her. In the kitchen, she washed out his bowls and poured him some fresh water and food. While he ate, she made coffee.
Standing against the counter while she drank her coffee, Debbie looked at the dog. He sat across from her, next to the breakfast table, watching her. To all outward appearances, he was an ordinary dog — a household pet like any other. Debbie knew better. She wondered what he was thinking. She wondered what he wanted.
As if in answer to her unspoken question, Gus stood up and walked over to Debbie. He put his nose right at the level of her crotch and sniffed. Debbie looked down at the dog. He stared back up at her, waiting for her to do something. For a moment, she did not understand.
"This is a test," she thought. "He wants to see how I will react. He wants... what?" Suddenly she understood what the dog wanted. She took a deep breath. The hand with the cup in it began to shake. She sat her coffee cup down on the kitchen counter. Mechanically, she loosened the belt, opened her robe all the way and tucked it behind her, exposing her naked body completely to the dog. Her belly twitched under his gaze. Her legs felt weak. She took a tight hold of the edge of the counter behind her, to support herself and so she would not be tempted to raise her hands, something she was sure the dog would interpret as resistance. She moved her feet apart, spreading her legs. Then she tilted her hips, pushing her pussy forward, toward the dog's nose. She clenched the muscles in her ass, bracing herself for whatever came next. She shivered in anticipation of what the dog would do to her. As she stood there, exhibiting her pussy to the dog, she tried to analyze her feelings. She realized that she was at a fever pitch of arousal, that her clit was so hard it was vibrating with her heartbeat. She also realized that she was not only prepared for whatever the dog wanted of her, she was eager to do it. She had gone from reluctantly surrendering to the dog's dominance to being his willing slave.
Gus stuck his nose between her legs and sniffed loudly at her exposed pussy. Debbie could feel his hot breath on her. He looked up at her over the tensed muscles of her belly, his brown eyes staring directly into hers. Then he slowly licked her between her legs with his long tongue, running it the length of her pussy and dragging it over her clit, making her quiver at his touch. Withdrawing his nose, the dog walked over to the back door and looked at her with an expectant gaze.
Debbie relaxed from her brace, opened the door and Gus bounded out. Leaving the door open, she went back to her coffee. As she sipped it, she looked down between her legs. There were small beads of the dog's saliva clinging to strands of her pubic hair. She closed her robe.
"He's training me," she thought. "That was a kiss; a reward for correct behavior." She felt a warm sense of satisfaction at having pleased her new master.
Later that day, Debbie had just finished cleaning up the kitchen after fixing herself lunch. She wore a tank-top, but had on a mini-skirt instead of her usual pair of running shorts. She was about to sit down to watch TV when Gus came over to her. As before he but his nose at her crotch and waited.
"Another test," she thought. Eager to demonstrate what she had learned, she pulled her skirt up onto her hips and assumed the brace position as before, hands behind her, gripping her ass cheeks, pushing her hips forward and offering her pussy for the dog's inspection. He put his nose up to her and sniffed; then he barked. Debbie felt a shock of excitement run through her. This time, she knew instantly what he wanted her to do. Her heart began pounding in her chest. She slid to her knees on the floor, pulled the skirt up around her slender waist, bent over the sofa, grabbed the seat-cushion, and spread her legs. Her nipples hardened against the upholstery. She felt her pussy begin to heat-up as her blood rushed into it, getting it ready for the assault she believed was to come.
Gus stood and looked at her, as though he were a drill-sergeant, inspecting a trainee. Under his stern gaze, Debbie quivered with anticipation. She felt her clit swell and harden, peeking out of its hood as though reconnoitering the area. Her labia separated and hung, swollen and pink, on either side of her vaginal opening. Her breathing became rapid. The tension was unbearable. Lubricant began to flow from her opening and drip from her labia. She wondered if her position was acceptable, or if there something else she needed to do. She cocked her hips back, pulling her ass as high as it would go. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, feeling her muscles tense under the strain.
Finally, Gus put his muzzle between her legs and licked her as he had before. Debbie climaxed instantly at his touch, shivering and quaking as her almost palpable sexual tension was released.
Finding her well—lubricated and ready, Gus mounted her. As his erection speared into her, she felt her climax explode to new heights. She came three more times during that session, each time better than the last.
Shortly after eight o'clock that night, Gus fucked her again, this time in her bedroom. Debbie climaxed so hard that she was totally spent. She went right to sleep, not even bothering to drain his cum out of her pussy.
The next day, Debbie abandoned her mini-skirt and wore just a crop-top t-shirt that barely covered her breasts. Gus fucked her three times that day. Each time wherever and whenever the mood struck him. The last time had been behind a bush while they were romping in the backyard. She had to support herself on all fours on the slick grass, gripping it with her fingers so she would not slide under Gus' powerful thrusts. When she came, she tried desperately not to moan or squeal, so they would not attract the attention of the neighbors. Debbie thought that was one of their best fucks because it seemed more natural to do it outdoors, but also because the possibility of getting caught added an additional thrill.
When the weekend came, Debbie became concerned. She needed to go to the supermarket to restock her pantry, but she was worried about Gus. The store did not allow dogs inside, unless they were guide-dogs for the blind. Before going out, Debbie got dressed for the first time that week. When she pulled her bra on, she made a face. She had become used to wearing little or nothing over the last several days and the confining garment felt very uncomfortable. She took it off and went back to her underwear drawer. She pulled out the lightest, thinnest bra she had and slipped it on. This one felt much better because the seamless cups were of a thin microfiber material that felt much better on her nipples. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples stood out clearly through the sheer fabric. Her areolas were puffed up and very sensitive. She realized that they had been that way for days. She put on a thin cotton blouse that buttoned up the front and the longest skirt Gus would allow. The clothes still felt uncomfortable and she looked forward to getting back home so she could take them off again. She adjusted the skirt so it hung as low on her thighs as possible without falling off her hips.
"I'll have to be careful when I squat or bend over" she thought, "or someone will get a show."
Gus walked her out to the car and jumped in willingly when she opened the door. She drove to the store with him beside her on the passenger seat. When they arrived, he got out of the car with her and walked next to her across the parking lot. When they got to the pneumatic door, he looked through the glass and then lay down outside where he could see through the door.
Debbie sighed with relief and went in to do her shopping. When she came out, Gus was in the same spot, waiting for her. "I've earned some time off the leash," she thought, her chest swelling with pride, as they walked back to the car. "He trusts me not to run away."
Having finished her own grocery shopping and established herself as trustworthy to Gus, Debbie decided to visit the pet store a few doors down from the supermarket. As before, Gus accompanied her to the front door and waited outside.
As she wandered the aisles, trying to decide which kind of food Gus would like, a clerk came up to offer assistance. The girl was young, no more than 18, attractive except for what Debbie thought was an excessive amount of make-up, and was wearing a simulated-leather mini-skirt that barely came to mid-thigh. The thing that caught Debbie's eye was the collar she wore around her neck. It looked like leather, with brass rivets, and a D-ring next to the buckle from which dangled a small metal tag in the shape of a bone. It looked just like one of the dog-dollars hanging on display.
"Can I help you?" the clerk asked, smiling.
"I need some food for my dog," Debbie replied, "He's gone through most of a bag in the past week."
"Is he a large breed?"
"Yes, a Labrador. He weighs more than I do — and he eats more, too." Debbie laughed.
"Well, we have several kinds of dry food that are popular with large breeds. There is one here that I recommend." The girl led Debbie to a set of shelves in the back of the store that were piled high with large bags of food. She pointed to a brightly colored bag on the top shelf.
"This one is good for active dogs. It gives them a lot of energy — and stamina." The clerk watched Debbie's reaction closely, but Debbie didn't notice. She was looking at the bag, but the word 'stamina' kept echoing through her head. Then she smiled and said, "That sounds good. I'll try some of that."
The clerk nodded and smiled back. "Let me get a couple down for you. These things are heavy. I'll help you get them out to your car, too. Only take a sec." With that, she pulled a rolling ladder over and climbed up to the top. As she reached the top, Debbie looked up and was shocked to see the girl's bare ass under her skirt. "That's hardly proper business attire," Debbie thought, smiling to herself, "She might be able to get away with wearing thong underwear on the job, but not if she's going to be climbing ladders..." At this point the clerk picked up a bag and spread her feet further apart to steady herself on the ladder. When she did this, Debbie could see that the girl wasn't wearing a thong — she was wearing nothing at all. Debbie quickly averted her gaze, but her mind raced. The clerk wasn't the only one here whose pussy was clearly visible from below. The girl's punk necklace suddenly took on a new significance. Was it possible that Debbie wasn't alone in her new vocation as a dog's bitch?
The young clerk deposited the bags of food next to the register and asked, "Is there anything else you needed today?"
"Yes," Debbie said hesitantly, "Ah, your — necklace. Is that... ?" she trailed off.
The girl smiled and put her hand to her neck, rubbing the small brass tag between her fingers. "Yes, it's a dog-collar. We have a selection over here," she said, walking down an aisle to the display Debbie had seen earlier. "They come in a range of sizes and styles. Do you know what size you need?"
As Debbie wondered how to answer that, her hand stole unconsciously to her throat. Seeing this, the clerk smiled and said, "I think I can help you. Let me see." She took a measuring tape from her pocket and stepped close to Debbie. As she slipped the tape around Debbie's neck, she said, "Will you be wanting a tag with this? We can engrave anything you like on it. Mine has my name on it. See? It says 'Amy'."
As the girl measured Debbie's neck, her breasts brushed against Debbie's and Debbie felt the girl's hard nipples press against her. At the same time she realized that her own nipples were just as stiff. Debbie could feel Amy's breath on her as she leaned close to read the measurement. The girl stepped back so they were no longer touching, but close enough so that the slightest movement of either would put them in contact again. She pointed to a row of collars with one hand and put the other on Debbie's arm and gave her a friendly squeeze. "I think any of these will fit. Did you have a particular style in mind?"
"Yes," Debbie said, leaning toward the display and bringing her breast once more into contact with Amy's, "This looks like it."
Amy took the collar and placed it around Debbie's neck to check the fit. Again her breasts pressed against Debbie's, nipple to nipple. "This can be adjusted so it will ride low on your neck, like a necklace; or high, like a collar."
"High," Debbie said, looking the girl in the eyes as she tightened the leather strap around Debbie's neck, "And I'll want a tag, too." Debbie raised her arms to feel the collar and felt her nipples drag across Amy's.
The two stood pressed against each other, their flesh warming at their twin points of contact. Amy's lips parted and her breath became shallow. Debbie put her arms down and let her hands fall onto Amy's shoulders. Amy reached behind Debbie and pulled her so that they were pressed together from breast to thigh. They both felt their mutual heat rising, flames of arousal flickering higher as they held each other. Debbie was just starting to lean her face toward Amy's when the shop phone rang. Both stepped back from the clinch and tried to recapture their composure. Amy went to answer the phone.
While Amy took the call, Debbie took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. She had been on the verge of making out with a stranger, a girl, in a public place. She had become incredibly hot in only a few seconds! They both had. Amy had been just as aroused as she.
"Gus did this to me," she thought, "he conditioned me to instant arousal and to yield to sexual advances. And all the fucking I'm getting keeps me in a state of arousal all the time. The same thing must have happened to Amy. Wow! We're walking sex-bombs with very short fuses!"
Debbie experienced a sudden surge of pride, she felt like she had just discovered that she had a super-power. Instead of trying to calm down, Debbie pulled on both her nipples to try to keep them hard and to raise her arousal level to a high pitch. She pressed her thighs together to stimulate her clit. She decided to revel in her new sexuality, not suppress it. If her pussy juice ran down her leg, she would let it. She would wear the scent of her sex like perfume. If she were going to be a dog's bitch, she would be a dog's bitch in heat.
After Amy engraved the tag and affixed to the collar with a metal link, she asked, "Should I bag this, or will you wear it out""
"Bag it, please. I want it to be a surprise. And Amy...", Debbie leaned over the counter and kissed Amy softly on the lips, at the same time she reached out and gave Amy's breast a gentle squeeze, "... thank you!"
After the purchases were paid for, Amy helped Debbie carry the bags of food to the car. When they came out of the store, Gus fell into step with them.
"Is this your dog?" Amy asked, "He's gorgeous! And so big! I bet he's a lot of fun."
"Yes," Debbie said, sure there was no misunderstanding between them. "He's wonderful."
As Amy leaned over to put the heavy bags in the car trunk, Gus stuck his nose under the back of her skirt. She bent her legs just slightly more than was necessary to handle the bags and hesitated with her ass in the air long enough for Gus to get a good sniff of her pussy. A smile came to her face and she pressed her hands briefly to her breasts as though adjusting her blouse. Then she turned and knelt beside Gus. "Sorry, but I'm spoken for," she said as she stroked his coat and pressed against him. Rising, she smiled at Debbie, "I'm sure he'll like the food. I hope both of you come back soon." As she turned to go back to the store, she waved, "Bye now."