Chapter 1

The invitation from Timothy arrived like a dirty secret a few weeks bacj in my email inbox, his message simple but loaded: ‘Weekend at my country house in Lancashire, Anna. Marion too. All-dog orgy, six of us men, five beasts ready to breed you sluts proper. Pack light—I’ll supply the rest.’ My pussy clenched just reading it. Marion squealed on the phone when I rang her to ask if she had received something similar.

We drove down late on Friday evening, the winding roads through the misty Lancashire hills building the ache between both our legs. The house was a grand one and isolated, stone walls hiding whatever depravities waited inside.

We pulled up to thick gravel crunching under tires, and Timothy greeted us at the door—his silver hair catching the porch light, that distinguished late-sixties smirk promising filth.

‘Ladies,’ he drawled, pulling us into hugs that lingered a long time, his hands squeezing our asses. Inside, the living room sprawled huge, fire crackling, leather couches circling a massive flat-screen.

The other men lounged there, beers in hand, eyes devouring us as we shrugged off coats.

Me in a knee length skirt and white blouse, Marion in a blue mini dress.

Dennis and Greg were familiar faces, grinning like wolves—Dennis’s stocky build tense with anticipation, Greg’s lean frame already shifting restlessly. Then we met Javid, the older Pakistani man Timothy introduced, he caught my eye: mid-sixties, dark skin weathered smooth, salt-and-pepper beard framing a lecherous smile, his kurta top unbuttoned to show a hairy chest. Beside him sat Imran, his nephew—early twenties, slim and eager, sharp features and a bulge straining in his jeans already. The fifth man, a burly local named Pete with a shaved head and tattooed arms, nodded from the corner, owning the huge Rottweiler we’d soon meet.

‘Fuck, look at these two sexy dog whores walking in,’ Greg laughed, pulling Marion onto his lap as we settled.

She giggled, grinding down on his crotch, her mini dress showing her legs off to perfection while I perched on the arm of Javid’s chair letting my skirt ride up to show a lot of bare leg.

Crude talk flowed fast—Dennis boasting about Alfie’s last knot, Imran shyly admitting he’d jerked to K9 vids all week.

Javid’s hand slid up my thigh under my skirt, fingers tracing my panties. ‘You girls ready to get ruined by our dogs? Timothy’s got the porn queued—watch and learn how it’s done by the pros!.’ The screen flickered on, hardcore K9 clips rolling: women on all fours, dogs mounting and pounding, knots swelling, cum leaking. The men groped us openly in turn—Timothy’s fingers pinching my nipples through my blouse, Pete palming Marion’s tits while she stroked his zipper. Imran leaned in, whispering in my ear about how his uncle trained their Lab to fuck deep, his breath hot as Javid’s hand dipped into my panties, stroking my clit until I moaned and licked his ear with my wet tongue.

Heavy petting turned frantic; Greg freed his cock for Marion to suck, firstly with shallow bobs, then deeper taking his full cock length.

Dennis was now fingering me, my legs spread wide, panties to one side, heels dangling over the arm of the sofa while I watched a bitch get spit-roasted by two hounds.

The air thickened with musk and crude jokes—’Gonna flood those cunts with dog seed,’ Javid growled, slipping a finger inside me, alongside two from Dennis.

We flirted back, teasing their cocks through pants, promising we’d take every inch from man and beast. By the time the vids looped, we were soaked, begging for the real show.

Saturday afternoon hit like a delicious fever.

Upstairs, Javid presented the outfits with a grin—his gift to me, he said, eyes raking my body.

I stripped in the guest room, Marion beside me slipping into her white seamed stockings that hugged her thighs like silk, sheer enough to show skin beneath, paired with towering black high heels that clicked as she posed.

For me, the purple lingerie set felt sinful: a push-up bra thrusting my tits high, my bullet hard nipples poking the lace; see-through panties that hid nothing, my pussy lips outlined; matching purple suspenders clipping to seamed purple stockings with a playful polka dot pattern running up the backs, sheer and teasing. Slutty black strappy high heels completed it, making my legs look endless.