Chapter 13

The next day I dialed the number Amy had given to me and a woman answered on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Kristi?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“My name is Natalie; my sister, Amy, gave me your number.”

“Ah, yes, the penalty. She told me about it.”

“Yes, that’s why I’m calling.”

“Okay, I would think of it more like a treat, but that’s just me. When do you want to do it?”

Today was Wednesday. “I guess I just want to get it over with; how’s tomorrow afternoon?”

“That works for me, and I’ll have Buddy ready for you.”

Buddy. I’m going to have to blow a dog named Buddy. I was almost afraid to ask. “What do you mean, have him ... ready?”

“Well ... normally I’d fuck him today, but I won’t do that and he’ll be ready to come when you ... you know ... start encouraging him tomorrow.”

“Thanks ... I guess.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll coach you through it. You’ll love it.”

I was sure I wouldn’t, but I knew I didn’t have any choice. “I’ll be bringing someone with me; is that okay?”

“Of course. Who is it? Is Amy going to watch this?”

“No, it’s not Amy. It’s my ... my Sir, he’s really my Master even though he doesn’t want to be called that, and he’s going to...” I shuddered, “ ... record this as proof that I did it.”

“I see,” she said calmly. “That’s fine with me; I’ll see you tomorrow.” She gave me her address and we hung up.

Harvey drove me to Kristi’s house; she lived on a big property in the middle of nowhere, out near Stagecoach in the Dayton Valley. I was dressed casually in a tank top, short little jean skirt over a thong, and of course high heels. She must have been watching for us to arrive, because as we walked up to the front door it opened, revealing a woman and a beautiful golden dog.

“Hi, I’m Kristi,” she said with a smile. “Come on in.”

We followed her through the foyer and into what appeared to be a family room. Kristi was short and stocky, not fat but definitely well padded, with reddish-brown shoulder-length hair, and the dog, presumably Buddy, heeled her until she was standing in the middle of the room and then he sat next to her. I was too nervous to pay much attention to the house, but it seemed comfortable and homey. I couldn’t quite picture her and Amy being friends, but then I suddenly wondered whether it was really Buddy that Amy was... friends with. That would be a real shocker, I thought, but maybe Johnny has her doing more things than I imagined.

“I think you’ll be more comfortable if you undress,” she said, “and that will make it easier for Buddy, here, to get some scent from you.”

“Okay,” I said, and I slowly removed my tank and handed it to Harvey. Then I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. I was not the least bit aroused, but I must have been giving off some aroma because Buddy sniffed in my direction and then rose up on all fours. Harvey took my skirt and put both garments on the nearby couch, then took his phone out of his pocket.

“Don’t be nervous,” Kristi said.

“That’s easy for you to say,” I replied.

“I understand, but this will go better if you are less stressed about it.”

“I suppose so,” I said uncertainly, and I tried to relax my tense muscles.

“I think you should get on your knees to start,” she suggested, and Harvey started recording as I knelt down. “Reach under him and just start gently stroking,” she said next, and I reached out and gingerly took his furry sheath in my hand. It was warm and soft, and I slid my fingers up and down its length, which was about five inches.

“A little more vigorously,” she directed, and I closed my fingers tighter and stroked it faster. “Take hold of his ball sack,” she said next, so I did, caressing it and shaking his penis. He stood still, apparently enjoying my stroking, and his cock seemed to grow a couple of inches in length and become a bit thicker.

“Pull his cock back between his legs and lick it,” she commanded.

Oh, God, this is it, I thought, and then I did what she’d said. I held his sack in my hand and brought his dog cock back and started licking up and down the shaft. This is so depraved, it’s so different from giving head to a man, and it’s humiliating as hell, which I’m sure is what Amy intended, but Harvey’s watching me do this, and that makes it also ... somehow erotic as well.

After licking up and down Buddy’s shaft I started paying attention to the end of his cock. It didn’t have a bulge like a man’s cock, it just ended in a rather blunt end, but there was a slit through which he presumably peed and also sent out his doggy semen. I licked and kissed it and he turned his head like he was really paying attention to what I was doing.

I took the end of Buddy’s cock into my mouth without instruction from Kristi, kissing and licking and sucking it and swirling my tongue around the end and across the pee-slit, and I felt my pussy start to moisten. God, this is so embarrassing, I thought. I take a cock in my mouth and my body reacts. It doesn’t know or care that it’s a dog’s cock, not a man’s; it’s like a conditioned stimulus-response – suck cock, get wet.

As I continued to attempt to get Buddy to come my own arousal rose as well. I was really wet now, and I could smell my arousal, and so could Buddy; he started whining and his body was shaking. I took more and more of the dog’s cock into my mouth, holding his balls and repeatedly bobbing and sucking on just about all his length like I was giving a human blow job. I let my mind go free and just worked him like I would a man, swirling my tongue around his cock-head between deep up-and-down sucks, and his cock seemed to swell thicker in response.

“Please, Buddy, give it to me,” I crooned. “Please come for me.” I looked up at Harvey. “This is incredibly humiliating; I’m begging this dog to come. But at the same time it’s amazingly erotic. You know I love being treated roughly, but this is different. It’s almost mindless, the communication, what there is of it, is all one-way. It’s so... primal, so totally... animalistic, and I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it.”

He nodded. “I can tell, and so can Buddy. He can smell you just like I can; you’re literally his bitch in heat.”

“I know, and I so want you to touch me.”

“Not yet,” he said in a tone that was both hard and somehow warm at the same time. “Finish your penalty first.”

“Somehow it no longer feels like a penalty,” I whispered, and then I took Buddy’s long cock back into my mouth. When he let out a small yip and his body started to shake I pulled back so only the end was at my face and I kept my lips parted as he sent his doggy cum into my mouth. It wasn’t thick and salty-sweet like human semen; it was thin, almost watery, and somewhat bitter-tasting, but it did come at me in spurts like a man’s would and I swallowed it down without any hesitation.