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SLUT EMMA – CHAPTER 12: PRODUCT LAUNCH FINISHED
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CHAPTER 12: PRODUCT LAUNCH FINISHED
I woke to warm lips teasing my nipples. “Sir, what time is it?”
“It’s earlier than you need to be getting up, but I couldn’t just leave for my own room without …” He kissed me and allowed his hands to roam over my naked body after throwing off the sheet that was only partially covering me. “I need to be in the conference room before it gets started.” He kissed my nipples, gently sucked on them, then hugged me. “Thank you.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “Last night … thank you.”
I smiled, “Sir, having me in your bed isn’t …”
He kissed me, “Don’t tease, slut.” I giggled. “You know what I mean. Last night was different and you know it. You saw into me and pulled it out for us to examine openly, to accept or reject. You gave me only acceptance … insistently so.” I smiled, took his face in my hands, and kissed him deeply. “So, I didn’t want to leave without actually saying it.”
I looked at him puzzled as his hands continued their uninhibited touching. He smiled and locked onto my eyes, “I love you, Emma Trent. But …” The but was lost as I pulled him in and mashed our mouths together. His face was bright with his joy and I hoped mine reflected the same because it was what I was feeling. He was chuckling, “But … my love doesn’t change anything, dear.”
“Yes, sir.” I said it expectantly, hopefully. “I am still your slut, sir?” He nodded. “I am still a slut for Robert and James, as they desire me?” He nodded. “And the dogs, sir?” He laughed and nodded. “And, however you or they might want to use me, abuse me, or share me?”
“Yes, slut. That is what it means that nothing has changed.”
My hand moved over his thigh to find a semi-hard cock. “You are wrong, though, sir, a lot has changed when we accept what we feel. But you are also correct in that those feelings should not interfere with the fact that I am the slut and I will continue to respond that way.” I looked at him shyly, “May I express my feelings openly, sir?” He smiled and nodded and I replied, feeling like I had to be glowing, “I love you, sir. Not just as your slut or as the woman who owes you so much for the career I have enjoyed, but as a woman to a man. And, it is my desire that this love will make me an even worthier slut for you.”
He stood up and I stood with him, wishing to feel his skin next to mine. I kissed his chest and gazed down at his semi-hard cock. “Sir, do you at least have time for a blow job?” He smiled and nodded. I turned him and set him on the edge of the bed as I sank to my knees between his open legs. I looked up at him as I licked the length of his cock, a big smile showing on my face. His hand lightly touched the side of my face as my lips opened to the head of his cock. I sucked the pre-cum seeping from it, then took the head into my mouth. I pulled back off, licking copious amounts of saliva along the length of the shaft. I raised my head over his cock and opened my mouth wide, lowering it over his shaft, taking three inches of his nine in. I pulled up, then pressed back down while taking more into my mouth. Another up and down and the head was entering my throat. I took a breath, relaxed my throat and focused on proper breathing before pressing down further, taking his cock into my throat. Up and down, over and over, then pressing firmly to take the last inch, my nose touching his body. I pulled up with a gasp and sucked the head, a hand stroking his shaft furiously. Then, again, his cock firmly, deeply in my throat.
His gasps and groans, his flexing of hips and moans, his holding my head and pressing his cock forward all told me he was near. Then, “OHHHH … FUCK … EMMA … DEAR SLUT …!” He was gasping. I felt his balls and shaft swell large and the first pulse of his cum approached. I thrust my head down, his cock deep into my throat and my timing was almost off. I felt his cock jerk inside my throat. I pulled back as the first spurt of cum shot out into the back of my mouth. I gagged for a moment before recovering and swallowing in time for the next spurt … and the next.
I sat back on my heels after cleaning his cock, using an index finger to move some stray cum back into my mouth. I looked up at him as I licked my lips for any more cum. To him, my face reflected the pure satisfaction of a slut having just joyfully done her job expertly. But there was more there, too.
He lifted me to my feet and kissed me with no hesitation or reluctance to touch the lips and mouth with his cum on them. He stepped back and began getting dressed, “I need to return to my room to prepare for this day. Today is very important, dear, and how well this goes is dependent on your presentations.”
“Of course, sir. I won’t let you down.”
He smiled. “You never have. Now, I have made some comments in your notes. Follow them completely.” He was dressed and ready to leave and I followed him to the door. He turned and kissed me, patting my butt. “One final thing … I took the liberty of ordering you room service breakfast for the three of you. It should be here in 15 minutes.” I thanked him. He gave me a playful look. Oh … now what? “When it arrives, you will remain naked.”
I blushed. “Yes, sir.” I shivered. I smiled even in the embarrassing anticipation. Nothing is changing.
I had been standing in the wings of the stage area patiently, nervously, waiting for my introduction. First Mr. W made his opening comments and welcome, promising the audience a day of information about the company’s venture into a new direction that will bring changes to people’s lives and to each of the individual companies represented, if they chose to move forward with us. Next was our Marketing group and Sales group who discussed the proposed channels of product entry, but what they were all waiting for was to hear in some detail about the products they had only heard rumors and whispers about.
I looked over the heads of the audience from my position off the stage and found Robert and James standing at the back of the room by the door. Only marginally interested in what was being said on stage, their eyes frequently scanned over the room back to me. When we made contact, they both gave me a thumbs-up and smile of encouragement. I was dressed in the outfit Mr. W instructed for me to wear and for a while this morning I wondered if our new attitude hadn’t affected his choice. I was dressed in a rather conservative business suit: charcoal colored jacket and matching skirt that ended at the knees; white, buttoned blouse; white lace matching bra and panties (when was the last time I wore panties?); and, dark, sheer stockings and heels. I felt conspicuous by the nature of what I was wearing, though to everyone else, my outfit last night was probably more conspicuous. Any concern I had about Mr. W’s attitude about me, though, disappeared when I remembered to check my notes for the additions he made. As I made note of the yellow hi-lighted comments in my notes, I had smiled, blushed, become instantly wetter, blushed, and shivered in anticipation.
Then, I heard Mr. W’s voice. When had he gotten back on the stage? “But you are not hear to listen to us. These stunning new products are the singular result of the insight, foresight, and dedicated effort of a single woman. To me … well, she has been and continues to be the most brilliant woman and scientist I have known. Dr. Emma Trent came to Washburn Pharmaceuticals …” To me, he droned on about my work history and past accomplishments. It wasn’t the kind of attention I ever liked shone on me, but I knew it was a part of the business effect. “So … please … Dr. Emma Trent.”
I looked up at him on the little stage, breathed in and slowly released it, glance to the back at the guys and received the same thumbs-up. I smiled at them, though the audience probably thought I was smiling at them and I remembered the trick one of the Sales guys shared: by looking just over the people’s heads it gives the impression of connecting with them without really doing so.
I stepped up onto the small stage. Mr. W met me before I reached the podium. He hugged me chastely and whispered, “You understand my additions?” I nodded, then found myself standing at the podium alone, spreading my notes before me. I took another deep breath and became instantly very aware of the spotlight on me and the quieting applause settling into an anticipatory hush in the room. I took another deep breath as I gave the audience a welcoming, appreciative smile.
“Thank you … thank you, ladies and gentlemen.” In a self-deprecating tone, “I can assure you that you have already heard from the better speakers. Unfortunately, they want me to talk to you, also.”
A strong voice from the back I recognized as Robert’s said, “That’s because you know every little detail.” The crowd laughed and added more applause in türkçe bahis support. I had the feeling they might be used to awkward scientists delivering details. I doubted they were ready for Mr. W’s little additions, though.
On the timeline of the agenda, I came on right after the mid-morning break. I would speak to the male products until the end of the morning session and the break for lunch. After lunch, my presentation would pick-up with the female products and end with the mid-afternoon break. It was planned to be 3.5 to 4 hours allowing for questions and clarifications. Both presentations were filled with necessary boring data tables addressing issues of predictability, associated risk, and government approval. It also contained testimonials from men, photos of before and after results, and videos of procedures to give the audience an idea of the requirements for treatment. There were cringe-worthy reactions from the men in the audience at the insertion of the needles at the base of the cock; and, there was the interested reactions from men and excited reactions from women with the after pictures of cock size increase.
Mr. W insisted on including video clips of me sucking his cock before and after and James’ cock before and after. My face was professionally blurred but it was clear I initially struggled more to suck the ‘after’ cock sizes (something I quickly adjusted to, however). Though the video showed a blurred face, there was a murmur through the audience. The conference was setup with a video screen showing the speaker at all times and another screen for projected images, like these videos. The screens were nearly side-by-side and it hit me as I looked up at them, I was positioned at the same angle as the woman in the videos. The similarity was striking since only the eyes were blurred.
At the end of the videos, a question came from the audience, a female’s voice, “Doctor Trent, can you clarify a point, please? It appeared in the video that the after cock sucking, especially the black ones, presented a thicker specimen beyond longer and the thickness was … challenging?”
The audience was hushed. Then a faint murmur of speculation and anticipation. The question was more than, ‘was it reported?’, but more, ‘was it your experience?’ I cleared my throat several times and I was sure the spot lights were magnifying the blush I was experiencing. I glanced back at the guys and they were leaned toward each other sharing comments with big smiles and nods.
I worked myself to an authoritative, controlled voice, “I believe that was … ughm … her response, yes.” There was laughter of understanding. I think I would have blushed if not for knowing what Mr. W had in store for me.
After the lunch break, we were again assembled in the conference room. I started the next series of talks with the formulation for the female equivalent of ED, generally lumped into lack of sexual drive, desire, and performance. We had learned that males dominate the call for solutions in this area, but females are as likely to have similar issues.
Then, I shifted to the enhancement formulations. Of the approximately three dozen in the audience, there were only about five women, though they were showing significant early interest and seeing value in the formulations. It was this part of my presentation where Mr. W had added comments to my notes.
I was into the data and comparisons of breast enhancement and sensitivity for the nipples and clit when I reached that point in the presentation to modify my talk. I was using a wireless mic that clipped around the ear. As I stepped back from the lectern, I flipped a switch that activated that mic. I stepped in front of the lectern as I continued to speak to the enhancement formulation and tested results. Of course, one of the best examples I had was me and that was Mr. W’s point. As I walked back and forth across the front of the small stage, I slipped my suit jacket off my shoulders and down my arms. I quickly folded it and placed it on the surface of the lectern. A murmur began in the audience as my fingers began unfastening the buttons of my blouse from the top down. When I had to pull the blouse tails from my skirt, there was more whispers and gasps floating from the audience to me. I glanced to the side of the room as I slid the blouse down my arms. Mr. W was leaning confidently and at ease against the wall, watching carefully. He nodded as our eyes connected.
Mr. W, in his normal mode of control, even provided me with the order of removing my clothes. All the times I was naked at the estate, then the test subjects, the erotic shopping trips, exhibition in restaurants and bars, and even the naked display and fucking outside at night, none of it truly prepared me for this. I knew I was a beet red as I followed Mr. W’s instructions to effectively perform a strip in front of three dozen business people during a very important presentation. When he had told people they would be seeing much more of me, they had no idea just how much more he had planned.
His instructions surprised me. After the blouse, I would have anticipated removing the skirt. That’s what I would do if stripping for someone. Get down to my underwear. But, no … next was to remove my bra. I continued my talk and I was pointing out enlargement of the breast. I turned to face the screen as if to make a point on the photograph displayed there, but what I was sure most everyone was really watching was my fingers behind my back as they unfastened the hooks of my bra. Once released, I allowed the back to hang open for a moment as I made another point. Then, turning around, I slipped the bra off, placing it on the lectern with the blouse.
Then, to provide a living example, I cupped my two tits and lifted them to the audience. “Data, graphs, testimonials, even pictures are one thing, ladies and gentlemen, but real physical examples are another. These are examples of what the formulation can do. I originally had D-cups. They are enlarged to EE now, approximately the 30% increase expected.”
I got questions about the procedure, why so large, etc. I dodged the one about ‘why’. That decision had essentially been made for me and I didn’t know that should be divulged publicly.
I then moved into the formulations for sensitivity. These are, perhaps, a bit more controversial. There are case of loss of sensitivity, but for the most part this would be an application for desiring more sexual arousal. Obviously, not something I thought was a bad thing.
My fingers moved to the side of my skirt to reveal my sheer, lace panties. Removing the panties, I was again surprised by Mr. W. I find, and many others would agree, that leaving the stockings and heels on is very sexy. Mr. W’s motivation was different, though. To him, having a completely naked woman on stage while speaking to increasing the sensitivity of the nipples and clit was far sexier. Then, something happened I wasn’t prepared for. The camera set to be focused on the speakers zoomed in on my nipples as I spoke about them. I heard the gasp and people in the audience looking at the screen behind me and the magnification of my nipple. I watched over my shoulder as I pinched the nub and the mic picked up my moan.
“Yes … I am also a beneficiary of these formulations, too. My nipples are nearly always aroused with the slightest stimulation … blouse material moving over them … a soft kiss … a wet tongue … a soft breeze.”
My hands had not stopped, though. I stepped out of my heels and rolled down the stockings, dropping to the floor of the stage to manage it. I heard another gasp and eager comments and glanced over my shoulder to find the screen filled with a zoomed image of my open and wet cunt, the clit visible at the top.
The last instruction Mr. W left on my notes was going to be even harder. I was on the floor, propped up on my elbows to look out at the audience with my knees cocked and spread before them. I knew the camera was still zoomed in on my cunt because Mr. W wanted everyone to see this last part of my presentation before the mid-afternoon break. His last instruction: masturbate to orgasm with taunting description.
“Ladies, without raising your hands, how many of you masturbate? Men, how many of your wives or girlfriends do? What I would really like to know …” as two of my fingers slid over my displayed cunt, parting the wet and yielding lips, “… is how easy it is to achieve the orgasm manually? Some might say … if being truthful … that it is easier than with the cock they have available.” It was quiet in the room. “Of course, we have a product to do something about that.” The place erupted in laughter and applause. “I have told you we can improve, heighten, improve sensitivity to the major zones. The nipples and clit.” I rubbed my clit. “See how easily it is engorged?” I knew they güvenilir bahis siteleri could on the screen because that was where almost everyone was looking. I slipped a finger, two, three into my cunt and they came out wet. I sucked them and I heard moans come from the audience. “With increased sensitivity, comes increased wetness and preparation for insertion, or … in this case … my fingers.” One hand went to a nipple while the other was at my clit and cunt opening. A mature woman in front was biting her lower lip. A man sitting near her was shifting in his chair.
I probed into my cunt, curling my fingers for the g-spot while using my thumb on my clit, hitting both parts at once as my nipple was twisted. I was looking directly into the eyes of the woman in front of me and she was gazing directly into mine, no longer caring about the screen with the zoomed in image. I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me. Before my head dropped back to the floor, I saw the woman fill a glass with water and approach me.
After recovering, I thanked the woman for her kindness. She thanked me for the best presentation on a product she had ever witnessed.
As the audience broke for refreshments, many came to the edge of the stage. Some, maybe, to get a closer look, but most thanked me or asked a quick question. Then, Mr. W intruded to give me more water. But he also had more in mind.
He helped me to my feet. “Come, there is someone very special I want you to meet.” I hesitated. He chuckled, “Everyone just watched you masturbate. I think seeing you naked a little more shouldn’t be a problem.” He had a point. He usually does.
As he walked me through the entire room to the back, Mr. W explained to me that the man I was to meet was Gerald Adamley who has one of the biggest, most influential distribution systems in North America. Landing his account would virtually take us half way to success by himself. He warned me, though, that he can be difficult. He lost his sight and suffered significant nerve and muscle damage in an accident years ago. He has managed to walk, again, but for short walks and uses a seeing-eye dog, which is why he is in the back of the room. He has a close associate with him.
As we approached the back of the room, I spotted an older man sitting at a table by himself, a Golden Retriever curled on the floor next to him. Several men and a woman were talking on the other side of the table. The woman had her back turned and the men now cast glances my way.
“Gerald Adamley, I would like to introduce …”, Mr. W started but didn’t get the chance to finish.
“Dr. Emma Trent.” He reached his hand up in my direction. I took it in mine and he continued, “Doctor, your presentation was most informative, though I didn’t get quite as much out of it as everyone else.”
I laughed through another blush, “Thank you, sir.”
“Martha?” The woman with her back to us turned to Mr. Adamley. It was the same woman I had interacted with through my orgasm. I blushed harder. She merely smiled and winked at me. “Yes, there you are. Sorry, Doctor, I am at a lost without my Martha sometimes.” I wondered where this ‘difficult’ man that Mr. W referred to was. “I heard your words, Doctor. Martha had begun giving me a description of the visuals contained in your presentation before we were interrupted by friends. I wonder … Stanley, would it be possible if we monopolized the Doctor for a while for my benefit?”
I looked and Mr. W considered me. He pulled me aside, “Dear, you aren’t the sales person here but …”
“No problem, sir. This is important to the company and … well, I take pride in my work, I want to see this be successful as a personal achievement. You don’t have to ask, sir. I’ll do anything I need to.”
He waved Robert and James over, talked to them briefly, before he rejoined the company’s group at the front of the room for the session to resume.
The three of us returned to Mr. Adamley and Martha. Martha’s eyes were appraising my black guys, looked at me with a smile that seemed to know something, and whispered to Mr. Adamley. He put out his hand and I grasped it. He stood, saying, “Good, thank you for doing this for me.”
“Not a problem, sir. May I lead you to a small meeting room we have ready?” His dog stood with him and took his place at his side. I looked nervously up and down the hall before crossing it to a meeting room on the other side. Once in the room, I led him to a table and chairs. “Now, sir, how is it I can assist you?”
“My dear, I will be blunt. I have known Stanley Washburn for many years and we have done a lot of business together and he knows me well. So, what did he warn you about me, because I know he would have?”
I chuckled, “Well, sir … he said you can be difficult … honestly, sir?” He nodded. “He said you would be an important part of our success and you know it and that might lead you to being difficult.”
He reached out and touched my face with his hands as I blind man might to ‘see’. “You have a beautiful face, Doctor.” He thought for a moment, then, “Doctor, I have no reason to doubt anything I have heard. I know you by reputation and I, more important, I know Stanley to be honest and thorough. He puts out good product with sound research, development, and production. You gave the rest of the audience a personal visual of what your formulations can provide.” I thought, here it comes. “Martha, though, has another interest and it would be extremely bold of us to pursue that interest.”
I looked up at the guys and I think we were all thinking the same thing. They looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and nodded to me. I retook his hand in mine for him to not only feel my presence but also my sincerity.
“Sir, these products were born out of a bold desire to experience what can be experienced and, it was my hope, they could help others experience something bold for themselves. Martha’s bold interest will remain only that unless it is pursued.” I spoke to him but looked at her, remembering the look in her face as I orgasmed on the stage.
“Well put. And, thank you. You see, dear, Martha isn’t only my confidant and critical business assistant, she has become my personal partner I have longed for in my life. My accident took most of me away. My sight, my legs, enough nerve damage that I will never again function as a man should for a woman.” Martha’s eyes locked on him as her hands rested on his shoulders. “She would never complain. She might, in reality, be stronger than I ever thought I was. She pulled me out of my depression, got me through training to handle Gustave, pushed me to learn Braille, through physical therapy to take these steps with a cane, and to rejoice again in life. There are important things I can’t give her in return. Intimate things. So, I will be bold for her.”
“Of course, sir.”
“These men who are always around you … Martha has mentioned them … are they the ones you had pictures of?” I looked at her and smiled. I wondered if anyone might make the connection when seeing us together so much. I assure him they were. “What you did on the stage … it would seem Stanley has considerable control over you. These men, too?”
I looked at them, but spoke, “Sir, for your ears only, Mr. Washburn does indeed have considerable control over me. I have submitted myself to him, and these men, and have been their slut at his estate where I not only serve them physically but it is where I am able to do my work in private. So, yes, I will do whatever Mr. Washburn asks of me. These men, however, …”
James jumped in, “These men, Mr. Adamley, can speak for ourselves.” Martha looked at them with disappointment showing on her face. “We may have initially served the man as a job, but time has shown us that the man we serve is worthy of all the respect and honor we can give. We also will do whatever needs to be done for him.” Martha looked from me to them with renewed hope.
Mr. Adamley, “Then, my bold request … will you two allow Martha a hands-on demonstration of the formulations your good Doctor has developed?”
Robert responded, “It would be our delight to grant such a demonstration.”
Martha bent over to kiss Mr. Adamley’s cheek and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, “Thank you, Gerald.”
Once the door closed, he asked, “Now, would mind if we adjourned to my room for some privacy so I can ‘see’ for myself the changes in your body?” I told him I would be delighted but needed to retrieve some of my clothes. I returned dressed enough for the resort’s rules.
“How are you dressed, Doctor?”
I giggled, “The least I thought might be acceptable, sir. My blouse, half unbuttoned, and panties.”
He laughed as he stood with his dog, “How delicious. I shall be the envy of everyone.”
In his room, I allowed him to fumble in undressing me. When I was naked before him, as he sat in an easy chair, his güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri hands and fingers roamed my body. I have had my share of hands on my body, but this was different. This was far less sexual and more identifying my shape, size, curves, and treasures. I felt more observed by his fingers over me than I have by the many pairs of eyes that have ogled me.
He hefted my tits, “My, they are huge, aren’t they. You said you were a D and they were increased to EE. Why? Why so big? I would have thought your D tits would have been plenty big for your frame.”
I giggled and blushed. This was so much more intimate, yet without the sexual. “It wasn’t really my decision, sir.”
“Ahhhh … yes, you said you are now submissive. That sounds like it might be an interesting story, but I have pulled enough personal from you, already, I think.” It was quiet for several moments. Something more was working through his mind. “I imagine the company is counting on this being a success. I also imagine you would like to see your work be successful.” I assured him. “You said you would do ‘whatever’.”
“Whatever Mr. Washburn asked, yes. He isn’t here right now, but … yes, sir, I will do whatever I reasonably can.”
He laughed, “Ahhhh … a renowned scientist can be turned into a submissive slut, but the renowned scientist cannot be eliminated from the submissive slut.” I chuckled. “How do you feel about dogs?” My, that was a change in direction. I assured him I loved dogs. He nodded and went on to tell me about Gustave and how well the dog has served him. “The poor dog has gotten the short end of the deal it would seem, though. He doesn’t get much excitement in his life hanging around me.” I told him I suspected it was similar for most service dogs. “Perhaps so. It has come to my attention that Stanley now has several dogs.” I was silent. “He never struck me as a dog person.”
“So, I have heard from others, sir.”
“Tell me … just how much do you love dogs?” I looked down at Gustave.
I hesitated. Then, I decided to go for it. I had already done so much to my embarrassment today. “I have come to love dogs very much, sir. You could say Mr. Washburn’s dogs and I have become very familiar.”
He smiled at me, his hand dropping to where he knew from experience the dog’s head would be. “I suspected as much. Besides being a major distributor of things, do you know why Stanley would find me a good partner for these products?” I assured him I didn’t. “I also deal in some of the products yours will compete with. Web sites are full of advertising for ED d**gs, penis enlargers, etc.” He looked at me with eyes that didn’t see. “I control much of that. My access to those sites and control over what gets on the sites would be a major coup.”
I smiled. I might not be much of a salesperson, but even I could see he was bartering now. He had something important to offer, his support, for something maybe only I could offer. I paused for a beat to get my next words correct. “Sir … as close as I have become with Duke, Brutus, and King, Mr. Washburn’s dogs, I understand how much their devotion is given without the strings we humans place on our interaction. Yet, I also have come to understand how much the moments of joy we can give them can mean to them.”
He was nodding as his hand stroked the dog’s head. It was amazing to me how the same action can have such diametrically different motives. Where Harrison had intended only to abuse and humiliate me, Mr. Adamley only sought moments of primal pleasure for his faithful companion. My turn to be bold. I took his other hand and put it between my parted thighs. His fingers softly ‘looked’ over my cunt.
“Sir, perhaps I might be bold enough to suggest a reward for Gustave’s selfless service to you …”
He pulled his fingers from my cunt and smiled. “It would mean a lot to me, Dr. Trent. It would mean a great deal to me.”
I bent over to kiss his cheek. “It would be my pleasure, sir. Truly, a pleasure. Would you like to stay and listen, sir?” He nodded numbly, his hands stroking the dog lovingly. There was nothing dominating, mean, controlling, humiliating, or degrading about this from him. He merely saw an opportunity to do something for his friend and took a chance on it. While I was giving my body to be used for business, it was the easiest thing to do.
Already naked, I knelt before the dog. He looked up at his master with some uncertainty. The words coming back encouraging him relaxed the dog. I nuzzled the dog’s head, petting him over his head, neck, and down his body. I repeatedly bumped the chair until Mr. Adamley shuffled the chair away to give us room. I whispered and cooed to the dog, much like I would with Duke or Brutus or King. I encouraged the dog onto its side, lifted its hind-leg, and found the reddish dog-cock already several inches out of the sheath. Perhaps it was the scent from my aroused cunt combined with his lack of opportunity. Whatever, he seemed to be engaged.
I’ve learned from my own dogs. Dogs aren’t shy once they see what they want. It is just in their nature. Their primal instinct breaks through to complete the act they were intended to do for their species. That the bitch in front of them was not canine has not seemed to be a major problem, at least in my experience. And, that was the case here, too. I licked his exposed cock tip and received a flinch from him, but that was all. He was a very well-trained dog and his master was encouraging him so he went with what these strange things was.
I sucked on the tip, taking the copious pre-cum already forming. The dog whimpered. I pulled my mouth off and reassured him … and Mr. Adamley who was limited to the sounds coming from his dog. “Good boy … mmmmm, yes, you are a good boy. This feels good, doesn’t it. Just wait …”
Mr. Adamley’s hand was now stroking my head and bare back as I crouched to suck the dog’s immerging cock. It felt so … it felt so much like he was … petting me, encouraging me as the dog’s bitch. I moaned at the sensation that gave me. Mating dogs always felt primal, but this was different and was strangely erotic and stimulating.
I was lost in the thoughts until the dog-cock touched the back of my mouth and I came back to what was needed. I turned around on my hands and knees, presented my ass to the dog, and smacked my ass with a firm, “Mount.” He wasn’t trained, though. The command meant nothing to him, but the source of the scent did. He rose to his feet and sniffed out the source, my cunt. His wet nose pressed against my dripping cunt and I sighed. When his tongue came out and swiped over my cunt, I moaned. I let him lick me repeatedly for a minute until I pushed his snout away and wiggled my ass at him. Whatever it was that caused it, he jumped onto my back, his cock probing at my ass. I reached back between my legs and helped guide his cock to my opening. At the first penetration, I gasped and groaned. The dog began panting as he immediately began thrusting with abandon. I glanced back and saw Mr. Adamley’s hand lightly reaching to the dog’s back. A big smile spreading over his face as he felt the dog wildly fucking into me.
My groans, gasps, and moans became more intense as the dog’s fucking reached a fever pitch causing my arousal to spike but also to form his knot. I felt it butting against my cuntal opening, pressing against it, stretching it open, and forcing its way. I pressed back against the dog as his efforts became more constricted to get the knot inside to properly breed me. When it popped inside, I cried out and immediately came, my cunt spasming around the ball of dog-flesh throbbing inside. Only a moment later, though, I felt the first spurt of dog-cum coating my walls and followed by three more powerful streams of cum.
I had collapsed to the floor. The dog had turned on me so we were ass-to-ass. I had no idea how long we would be like this. My dogs could have me tied for ten minutes or so, but two of them were larger breeds than Gustave. I looked back and found the dog still receiving loving strokes from Mr. Adamley. I saw him listening and finally he asked, “Doctor, is something wrong? You have not moved.”
I smiled at the idea of explaining this to a blind man. “No, sir, everything is as it is meant to be. Dogs form a ball at the base of their cocks to tie them, lock them, to their bitch to improve insemination. This can last for some minutes.”
“How interesting. Gustave seems a bit agitated, though.”
“Sorry, sir. Nature has to take its course. He is turned so we are connected ass-to-ass. It is their natural maneuver for defense while they are limited in movement.” I tested the tie and gasped out.
“What was that, my dear?”
“I tried pulling on the tie. When I do that or he does that, the ball has a tendency to impact my g-spot. It can be quite intense, sir.” He was quiet. “Sir, if you stroke Gustave, I think I might orgasm, again, without distressing him.”
He chuckled, “By all means, dear. This is all quite amazing!”
And, I did orgasm, again. Giving a blind man an accounting of it was a new experience.
* * CHAPTER 13: EPILOGUE will follow * * Thanks for reading.
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