Chapter 8

Two days later Fay showed up with her dog, Walter, a grey colored Great Dane.

“So glad to finally be able to get out here again. This is Walter. He’s 4 and just loves to give women his own ‘personal’ attention.

“Welcome back, Fay, glad you could make it. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just cold water, please.”

“Coming right up,” he said as he retreated to the kitchen. “Why don’t you join me, I’ve got some interesting news for you, and I think you’ll be surprised.”

“You’ve got my attention,” she replied as she followed him through the house.

Once the water was given, they both sat at the kitchen table and Henry began.

“There’s been a development to the circumstances here and I think you should know about it. Please, feel free to tell Thelma, too.”

“Now you’ve got my interest piqued,” she said.

“My neighbor, Ester, came over with some astonishing news the other day and it really floored me. Seems like my dog, Oscar, has already been trained in the ways of bestiality.”

“Really?”

“Really. He surprised Ester with a nice ‘oral presentation’ the other day and she just told me about it two days ago. He’s a rescue, so I got in though with the kennel I got him from and requested whatever information they might have on the previous owner. I got that info yesterday but haven’t acted on it just yet. I wanted to run this by you first.”

“How did Ester tell you about this?”

“She came over two days ago, sat right there where you are now, pulled up her skirt, spread her legs and called Oscar, who dove right in and orally satisfied her and she had at least one orgasm right there from just his oral servicing.”

“Wow!” was all she could say.

“What happened next?”

“Well, being the horny couple we are, and yes, we are a ‘couple’, we went right upstairs and I fucked her. We’ve been ‘together’ for a while.”

“Two old farts, huh?” Fay laughed.

“Yes, I guess we are, thought I’m a bit older than she is.”

“Age isn’t important, is it?”

“No, I guess it’s not.”

“OK, so where do you want to go from here?”

“Well, I’m planning on calling the former owner and see if we can meet and talk things over. Perhaps I can even persuade her to be a part of our ‘training team’. I’m assuming she’s got the ‘knowledge’ of what to do and how to do it and it would be a huge plus for the actual training.”

“What about Ester? Is she willing to help as well?”

“I haven’t broached that subject just yet. I mean, all she’d had is oral from Oscar. I don’t know if she’s willing to get down and let him fuck her just yet, but I will be talking to her about it. She’s already asked about the kennels and what I plan to do here.

“What have you told her?”

“She knows I want to train dogs to fuck their owners, as I told her right here after Oscar’s demonstration, and she seemed interested in wanting to know more.”

“Well, since you’ve got a call to make, and I have several things I need to get done, I’ll say we’re finished here ... for now at least, and take my leave, Call me when you have more.”

“I apologize that we didn’t get anything accomplished today but hopefully I’ll be able to tell you more next time.”

With that he escorted her to the front of the house and watched her drive away. He had a feeling she was a bit disappointed that nothing was done but was sure that would be taken care of sooner than later.

“Hello?” came the feminine answer.

“Hello,” he replied, “you don’t know me but I have a feeling we have a mutual friend and I’m reasonably sure you want to meet up with him again.”

“And what ‘mutual friend’ would that happen to be?” she asked.’

“I call him Oscar. I’m not sure what you called him, but he’s an excellent cunt-lapper, if you know what I mean.”

Dead silence as the phone on the other end was dropped. A moment later she returned.

“I’m sorry ... did you say ‘cunt-lapper’?”

“I believe you heard me correctly. Did you happen to take him to a kennel because you could no longer have him with you? I picked him up a while ago and I had no idea of his ‘talents’ at the time, but a dear lady friend of mine got to experience his ‘training’ and told me about it. Hell, she showed me what he could do. Honestly, I had no idea. Would you like to see him?”

“Oh, yes! I’ve missed him so much.”

“May I ask your name, please?”

“Cynthia, and yours, please.”

“Henry.”

“Oh, Henry, thank you so much for calling me. I’ve missed him so much and I was hoping he’d go to a good home. Is he happy? Is he well? Oh, I have a million questions right now but can’t think of any right now.”

“Yes, he’s just fine and quite happy. In fact, since his ‘visit’ with my neighbor, he’s running around here like he’s king of the world, the canine world that is.”

“When can I see him?”

“Whatever is convenient for you. I’m retired so I’m at home almost all the time, unless I’m with my neighbor, who is right next door so I’ll know when you arrive.”

“Is tomorrow too early?”

“No, it’s not.”

“Thank you. What time should I be there?”

“Like I said, whenever you want to come, just give me a call and let me know you’re on your way. I’m sure your phone has recorded my number.”

“Yes, it has. I’ll call you as soon as I’ve left apartment. Again, Henry, thank you so much.”