Chapter 5

Waking up on Saturday morning was surreal. I was wondering if I had dreamt it all. Had I watched Erika and Katya Frya have sex the day before? Yes, I am sure I had.

The phone stayed silent that day. I had expected a phone call or text message to see how things were going. I managed to wait until Thursday before I texted Erika to see if she was okay. She replied after a few minutes indicating that she was doing great and busy with work.

It took almost another week before Erika reached out herself. She asked if she could come over. We agreed on our usual time. I was excited, and not just for sexual reasons. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask.

That evening, Erika showed up just after 7.30. She was carrying a small backpack on her back. She seemed in a very jolly mood and flashed her bare ass to me as she walked to the living room.

“No underwear. I keep my promises.”

I didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Remember that I promised you could do anything to me that you like, the next time we met?”

It came back to me. Erika had made that promise when we were in her bedroom that Friday. I tried to reassure her, explaining that she had nothing to make up for, especially considering how the evening had ended. But she disagreed. “A promise is a promise,” she insisted. She had even brought extra clothes, just in case.

Erika had that gift to give me the feeling that I had carte blanche whenever we met. But this time, it was explicit. I just wish I had remembered, so I could have come up with a plan.

We talked a bit about nothing with Erika sitting on the floor. All I wanted to talk about was Friday’s visit. I was curious how she and her sister were doing after their incestuous adventure. But talking about her sister with Erika sitting on my floor, half-naked and ready for whatever, felt inappropriate.

Finally, Erika left a small opening. She mentioned that her sister had gone into full lesbian mode after that Friday. Katya had brought home several females, but the dates all had ended badly.

“How is it between the two of you?”, I asked.

“Oh great, it is almost like she is a bit nicer to me. Maybe I should have offered my services years ago.”, Erika said jokingly. “Just kidding, I think it only happened because you were there. I think she liked you.”

“Did you discuss it?”, I continued my investigation.

“Nah, she didn’t bring it up. I don’t think there is much to talk about. I don’t think she has any regrets if that is your concern. I think she is like me that way. Girls just wanna have fun.”

“So she didn’t lock you up and made you her sex slave.”, I asked.

“She always treats me like a slave. So nothing new, but no nothing sexual. That was just a one-time thing I think. Sorry to ruin your fantasies”, Erika said and I looked like she meant it.

I wasn’t entirely convinced by Erika’s reasoning, but it didn’t feel appropriate to push the subject further. I assumed that Katya had enjoyed that evening, particularly because it involved her sister. Perhaps she was seeking to recreate that feeling with other women.

“So what do you have in store for me?”, Erika asked, breaking the silence. “Are we going somewhere or staying here?”

“I think there is somebody here that has been feeling neglected. I believe we owe him some attention, I replied with a smile.

She asked if I was talking about my penis. She apologized for not contacting me earlier. She had worked her usual shifts. But with her sister’s lesbian dates, she was trying to be home so she would have a chance to meet them and find out what was going on.

“No, I was talking about something else. I will give you a hint.” I pointed to a door that led to the back of the house.

Curious, Erika got up to investigate where I was pointing. Then realization dawned on her, and she gently slapped my arm.

“This is all your fault. Poor Dogmeat. You always have him in the backyard, so I forgot. My buddy.”

Erika seemed visually upset. She loved my dog and had spent countless hours with him when she lived here.

“He likes being outside in the evening. He often hunts in the wooded area behind the house for night creatures and squirrels.”, I explained, “He is not an inside dog, he likes his freedom.”

Erika said she remembered, but still looked upset.

“How do you keep him ‘happy’?” Erika asked. She had put a pause before the word ‘happy’. I knew what she meant.

“He does his thing, I guess. He always managed before you came into the picture.”, I replied.

“Is he inside?” She asked.

I suggested we would go find him and check.

Dogmeat, a Belgian Malinois and German Shepherd mix resembled a slightly oversized, lean shepherd. His presence made the house feel safer, as few would dare to mess with a dog of his size and demeanor. Despite his imposing appearance, he wasn’t particularly fond of being fawned over by people and preferred his own company. Except for females. It can get embarrassing when a female tries to pet him, as his dogmeat will come out. Therefore I avoid taking him into crowds for that reason.

Together, we made our way to the back of the house, passing through a small hallway that connected to the attached segment. This area also housed a bathroom and a large bonus room, likely intended as a kid’s room. However, I didn’t have much use for it other than a few items for storage and a workout bench that rarely saw any use.

At the end of the hallway, there was a tiled area where Dogmeat liked to sleep. It had his food and water bowls, as well as a dog door leading to the outside. Two large baskets of chew toys and rubber balls were also present.

I got him as a rehome. I had joked that his large dog dick was the reason why he was up for adoption. The couple had young children. It probably was hard to explain why a dog’s penis covers half the length of its body. It might be a bit embarrassing, but I am sure that I don’t have the largest penis in the house, no matter how you measure it.

It turned out that Dogmeat had come inside and was just sleeping on his dog bed. He lifted his head when we came in, saw who was there, and immediately got up. He greeted me for a second but then focussed his attention on Erika.

She bent her knees to pet him. The two of them snuggled a bit as she scratched his ears. He gave her face a few licks as thank you.

“I am sorry Doggo,” Erika said. “Mommy has been ignoring you. Bad mamma.”

Dogmeat flopped on his side to allow her to scratch his belly. I could already see the tip of his red rocket appear.

Dogmeat got what he wanted and Erika leaned over a bit to scratch his belly. Dogmeat moved his head underneath her skirt and gave her a lick.

“Ooh, I see you remember your favorite toy,” Erika said. She got up before he could hit Bullseye with his tongue.

“Let’s go in here”, I suggested, opening the door to the bonus room.

The room was mostly empty, save for the workout bench which I adjusted and placed in the middle. I spread some towels over it and arranged the little benches from underneath to create a makeshift cross shape. With that done, I leaned against the wall, satisfied with my setup.