KENNEL BITCH, Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

KENNEL BITCH, Chapter 2

... didn’t matter one-way or other. Dog cock or man cock, all that mattered was the fact that she was going to get used and abused by all these sex crazed males. Her abduction, made your realize she loved to be treated like that. She liked the feeling of being tied down and forced to be helpless. While being assaulted by a hard meaty cock.

Terry and Jon entered the room. Terry spoke up, “This is it Tammy! Time to start using all these contraptions. But before we leave you alone to initiate that bench. Jon and I have a little present for you.” Terry reached into his pocket, and pulled out a beautiful dog collar. It was a couple inches wide, and was studded with the words, “Kennel Bitch.” “Is this for me?” Tammy asks. “It sure is babe. We thought it might give you a little inspiration,” Terry replied. Tammy took her new dog collar and attached it around your neck. “This is so wonderful. I’ll wear it everyday with pride.

In all honesty though, if I’m looking for inspiration, all I have to do is look out into the kennel. And I can’t help but notice. This collar has a D-ring on it? Like for a leash or something? Terry chuckled and said, “Well,,,,,,,, you know how it is, sometimes as a pet owner. One fines himself in a situation where from time to time. He has to tie up his pet. In hopes that his pet understands that he’s only doing what’s best for them.” Tammy smiled, then bent over and wiggled her ass. “Like,,, this kind of best?” she asked. “Yes, that’s the best there is!” ...

... Terry replied.

Terry looked at the time. He didn’t want to be late. “I gotta hit the road. If you recall, the dogs and I have a date with a cheerleader tonight. So,,,, Tammy, I’ll leave you alone. You know what you have to do. I can tell you want to get started. And by the way, if I was a betting man, which I am, I’d be willing to bet. If I was to look, I’d find no panties under that dress. Right?” Suddenly, Tammy got serious. “You’re damn right there’s no panties under this skirt. Just naked flesh and raw desire. Now, if you guys would get out of here. I’d like to hike up this skirt, and go find the first dog that’s feeling lucky.”

Tammy was now alone again. Her adrenaline was flowing like a raging river. The sound of the barking dogs was calling your name. Without thinking, she found herself lifting up the front of her skirt. So she could finger and rub your pussy. She was more than ready. Tammy decided to do a pre test on the breeding bench. Just to make sure all the adjustments were right. She laid down face down on its soft padding. Then reached out and grabbed the handholds in front. There were 3 sets of them, 3 on each side. So she could grab onto them and brace yourself in 3 different positions. Depending on how far she wanted to stretch out her arms. But something wasn’t quite right. The bottom half of her tits were resting on the top of the padding. “Well, this isn’t going to work,” she thought. So she readjusted the front half of the pad back a few inches. Then ...