Dog Days
Copyright© 2022 by yfnsp
Chapter 3: Revelations
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3: Revelations - It began on a hot day in August. Buddy had sold his business back in February and Sheila had had enough. For six months she had put up with his lazy-assed, fucked-up, king-of-the-hill attitude. Something had to be done. A whole world of possibilities opens up when a professional dominatrix offers to help.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Coercion Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother InLaws BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Cream Pie Food Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Body Modification Public Sex
[Where were we? At the end of Chapter 2, Buddy has allowed himself to be collared, leashed, gagged, and hobbled. Sheila has taken him for a walk in the garden.]
When Sheila led Buddy back into the house, she found Betty in the kitchen. Sheila was getting used to seeing her mother naked. “Did you have a nice walk, dear?” Betty asked her daughter. “How did he behave?”
Sheila laughed and, bending down to unclip the leash, answered, “Yes.” She patted Buddy on the head and ruffled his curly gray hair. “He was a good boy, weren’t you Buddy!” she said in the sing-song voice of a trainer praising her pet. “I walked him all along the fence line and he lifted his leg and peed in the flower bed, just like a good little doggy.” She petted him again. “I think his knees are a little sore - the grass wasn’t too bad, but the patio ... looked like it hurt a little.”
“You need knee pads, like Marci said.” Betty got a bowl and three wine glasses out of the cupboard. “You should start a shopping list for your new pet.” She looked down at Buddy, sitting up on his haunches next to Sheila. In this position, his cock and balls were in full view. She unconsciously licked her lips. “Another thing you’re going to need is a doggy bowl.” She placed the bowl and the glasses on the kitchen table and turned to the refrigerator. “Marci told me to serve everybody drinks. You have a bottle of Chablis in here. Okay if we have that?”
“Sure!” Sheila replied, “but make Buddy’s a Budweiser. There should be some on the bottom shelf.”
Betty opened a can of beer and poured the contents into the bowl, which she set on the floor beside the fridge, before opening the wine. Buddy crawled over and, tongue out, lowered his face into the bowl of beer. Betty pored three glasses of wine and set them on a tray to carry into the living room, but Buddy was beginning to whine, having found it nearly impossible to imbibe from the bowl. Betty turned from the task at hand to attend to the distressed pet, but Sheila said, “Let me, Mom, I’ll help him. You go ahead and serve the drinks. I’ll be right in.”
“What’s the matter, Buddy boy?” she said, squatting beside her husband-pet. “Are we having trouble drinking?” She ruffled his hair. Buddy whined and pawed at her. He was sticking his tongue out through the gag and whimpering. “Is that nasty gag in the way?” Sheila asked. “Here, let mommy take it off for you.” He licked her hand and yipped gratefully as she reached toward the buckle at the back of his neck. “Now, Buddy, if I take this off, you have to promise not to talk, okay? Promise?” Buddy yipped again, clearly agreeing, and lowered his head to expose the buckle to Sheila’s grasp.
Sheila removed the gag and Buddy raised his head happily and exuberantly licked Sheila’s face, knocking her off balance onto her butt. She laughed as he bounded onto her lap, licking at her face as she tried to restrain him, falling backward and wrestling with him and getting a strong whiff her mother’s pussy juice that remained on his face and in his hair. She managed to - or he let her - get him on his back, exposing his belly and his semi-hard cock. “Who’s mommy’s good puppy?” She exclaimed, grasping his cock and giving it a playful tug. He responded by trying to burrow his face into her crotch, which brought a sharp smack on his still exposed cock from Sheila, louder than it was painful, and her admonishment, “Stop that! Go drink your beer.”
Buddy was really thirsty. He had sucked toes and licked pussy, and he had been crawling around outside in the brutal heat and humidity. So, it was without further ado that he set his face back into the bowl and started slurping up the cold refreshing brew. He was, on balance, considerably content at the moment, having enjoyed some pretty far-out sex with his mother-in-law and seeing the possibility of more exploits of the like in this bizarre situation, being both seriously restrained and oddly liberated. He was thrilled with Sheila’s response - that his wife would permit such behavior with her own mother was astonishing! He wondered what was yet in store. Marci had said that she and Betty had something special planned. His cock was hard once again when he finished the twelve ounces, speculating on what that saucy Marci and his lewd mother-in-law might let him do next.
When Buddy finished his beer, he crawled into the living room. He found Marci and Sheila sitting comfortably on the divan together sipping wine, but Betty, having downed her wine quickly, was in the process of obeying Marci’s command, “Assume the position.” By the time Buddy had fully entered the room, Betty was down on her knees and elbows, her broad, wrinkled old ass up in the air facing him and her sagging teats hanging loose beneath her in full view of the ladies watching expectantly from the divan. ‘Oh boy!’ he thought, ‘Look at that!’ Both of Betty’s nether holes were open to his perusal.
And peruse is what he did. ‘This is what being a dog is all about,’ he thought as he shuffled up to the old lady as fast as he could and began sniffing, first her asshole and then her pussy, then back to her asshole. He couldn’t help it. He had to taste. He licked her ass-crack from bottom to top, and again, in broad wet swipes, savoring the salty tang of her sweat and the spice of her anal ring. He could not believe his good fortune - this was an erotic dream come true. He made his tongue sharper, pointier, and homed in on her tight pucker, circling, then probing. Betty’s poop-hole began to widen, allowing his probing tongue a smidgen of access.
“Good boy, Buddy!” he heard from Sheila, “That’s it! Lick that ass! Open it up with your big doggy tongue!” He was doing just that: probing deeper, pushing his tongue as deep as he could, encouraging her tight sphincter to relax and open up to his ministrations. In seconds it was gaping widely and Buddy was able to lick all around the inside walls of her tunnel. His raging boner knew what it wanted before his brain did, and Sheila’s inciting suggestion was not to be refused. “Go ahead, Buddy. Mount her!” Sheila was getting really excited now. “Go on, fuck that bitch, doggy! Fuck her in the ass - I know you’ve always wanted to!”
Betty was beside herself with lust. The asslicking she was getting was making her pussy drip and the bestial part of her brain - the only part still functioning in this steamy state of submissive arousal - was in pure feral heat.
Buddy mounted Betty like a dog mounts a bitch. He grabbed her around the waist with his front paws and laid his chest up on her back. Hunching his hips, he thrust his man-cock forward. It slid right up along her cleft, just grazing her asshole. Then it slipped down, almost entering the old woman’s cunt. He adjusted his posture and kept stabbing at the tight hole with his big mushroom cap, but it kept sliding off, until Betty reached back, grasped the rigid pole, and guided it in to ground zero. It slid in deep on the first thrust. Buddy and Betty, both dog and bitch, gasped ecstatically, and Buddy began to fuck in earnest, knees firmly planted on the floor, Betty secured tightly in his grasp, his hips thrusting his thick hard meat in and out of the incredibly silky-tight sleeve of his mother-in-law’s rectum. It felt so good! Betty was whimpering in sheer delight, unconsciously bucking back to meet his every thrust, the smack, smack, smack rhythm of their breeding filling the room with its music.