by Gill Byrd
This was the best job in the world. No long weary hours spent in the office any more, apart from picking up her leads any way. These days Jill was an outdoor girl. As animal feed sales rep for the South Midlands division of a large agrichemical firm she was free to drive out in the countryside every day. And today was a truly glorious summers day.
Today she had a morning call to a farm in the middle of the Cotswolds. Although she had not visited it before, she knew it was in a lovely part of the country. Even its name was pretty, "Sunnyside Farm".
Although the farm was in a remote spot it was easy to find, using the map her firm provided, and at ten a.m. she was driving through the gates and up the rough track.
She stopped the car outside the house in a clean and well-swept yard, bordered by whitewashed farm buildings. The house itself was built in stone with a thatched roof. She spent a few moments making sure she looked her best, straightening her pleated skirt and checking her white blouse was properly tucked in. Her high-heeled black sandals were clean.
Jill wasn't surprised when there was no answer to the doorbell; farmers were busy people and some were offended that visitors thought they spent time in the house! She decided to try some of the outbuildings. There were no sounds to help her so she went to the nearest and pushed open the door. She was puzzled to find herself in a large, brightly lit empty room. The floor was of wooden boards and the walls were whitewashed plaster. As she walked further inside Jill had the unsettling feeling of being on a stage. The lighting came from spotlights situated on a gantry all over the ceiling, making the room quite hot. Jill decided there was no point staying here.
As she turned to leave she was startled to see a large dog sitting between her and the door. It was a mixed breed, with the face of the dog from Turner and Hooch, and a lean body covered with light coloured scratchy hair. Although Jill was not afraid of many animals she was glad to see the dog was wagging his stubby docked tail.
"Nice doggy" she called in quiet but assertive voice. "What's your name?" The dog stood up and came towards her; she could see the pink tip of his penis protruding from its sheath. "Oh, naughty boy!" she admonished him gently, "you mustn't show me that!" Laughing, she tried to walk around him, but he growled and dashed to block her path.
Jill was becoming a little alarmed. "No, be a good boy!" She spoke sternly to him, hoping she could take control. She decided to walk quickly past him and get out of the door. As she passed him she felt a blow to her back, which knocked her off balance. Before she could recover, the dog had jumped onto her back and she fell to her knees.
The dog was growling very nastily now and she was becoming afraid. She felt him scrabble to get firmly on top of her and then he clamped his jaws firmly on her right shoulder. The pain was awful! The dog began to shake her violently, making her cry out. She felt him banging his penis against her bottom. "Get off me you crazy dog!" she screamed out. The stupid animal was trying to fuck her! But, this wasn't a lap dog rubbing against her ankle; this was a powerful beast!
The hapless woman struggled to free herself by trying to crawl to the door carrying the heavy animal on her back, but when he saw what she was doing he gripped her more tightly and shook her into submission. Jill was becoming exhausted; she was going to collapse to the floor. She decided to do just that, and then he would not be able to get near her bottom. When he felt her move towards the floor he became enraged, clamping his teeth so hard into her that her blouse was torn. The pain was excruciating and she pushed herself back into her previous position. She screamed out for help.
The horrible dog was determined to subdue her. He was salivating through his teeth, soaking the collar of her blouse. No one was coming to answer her calls. Jill was horrified to realise that she must submit to the dog's desire. Taking her weight on one arm, she reached around behind and, finding the hem of her skirt, pulled it up until it was above her waist, she also had to ruck up her underskirt. The material was slimy from the animal's precum. The dog seemed to recognise her cooperation and eased off his jaws mighty grip. He kept hammering his hips against her rump and she could feel the head of his cock through the thin cotton of her panties.
Oh no! Surely she wasn't going to have to go all the way? He was becoming frustrated again and his jaws started to increase their pressure; she couldn't stand that again. Also he began to scratch her buttock with his hind leg as if at an itch but it was really trying to get her panties out of the way. She was going to have to try and make him think she was going to let him have his way but somehow find an opportunity to escape.
"Good boy," speaking softly and soothingly, "let Jilly help you. That's right, I need to get my panties off. Yes, good boy. Let Jill reach behind again and I will tug them out of the way." The voice seemed to work, the dog whined softly into her ear and eased off his thrusting and let go of her shoulder. She pulled at the elastic top of her panties and slid them over her hips and down her thighs. If she was going to make a sudden run for the door she would have to take them off completely, or free off one leg at least. She didn't want to be tripped or encumbered by them. Murmuring sweet nothings to her beastly lover, "good doggy, nice doggy," she managed to remove them altogether. The dog howled in delight as he felt her take hold of his erect penis.
Should she attempt to disable him, she wondered? If she grabbed his balls and twisted hard would he be disable...