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Subject: (corn53) Tammy Meets Arnold, (beast)
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This story is mostly fiction. You should ba at least 18 years od to read it.
TAMMY MEETS ARNOLD
“So, want to go to the party with me?” asked the middle aged man.
“Sure. Why not?” I replied, still feeling sorry for myself. We had been
sitting at the bar and talking for awhile. My cousin met some other college
students she knew and was now sitting with them. I was just visiting town for
a family reunion, and my cousin agreed to take me out to some bars, but she was
really more interested in meeting her friends than talking with me. I had
broken up with my boyfriend a few
weeks earlier and was feeling down in the dumps. I was also embarrassed at the
reunion about not graduating from college yet.
As I had explained to the old guy sitting next to me at the bar, this is
my fifth year of college and I still had another year to go because I
transferred after my freshman year and then changed majors twice. Now I was
getting in a financial bind and didn’t want to tell the whole family about it.
I told him I was getting desperate.
He said a friend of his was having a party at his house. He asked me if I
was afraid of dogs.
“No. We used to have two German Sheppards at home.” and we talked about
dogs for awhile. I said that our male dog seemed to like to sniff my crotch,
but it didn’t bother me. He understood when i said it embarassed me whenever
he sould start sniffing one of my friends. We both laughed about that and
agreed that, “dogs will be dogs!”
Then we talked about the party again, and he said that he and several of
the men were sent out to see if they could find a cute young girl who wanted to
earn a few hundred dollars and have some fun, too. He
assured me that the girls wouldn’t have to do anything they objected to.
I thought I knew what he was talking about, but he seemed like a nice man,
clean cut and all, so that’s why I said I would go with him.
“Great.” he said, “Let’s go. I’ll bring you home later. You don’t even
need to tell your cousin you’re leaving. Looks like she’s busy anyway.” he
laughed. We could both see a hand on my cousin’s fanny. She was ‘actively’
talking to one of her friends.
As we left, I noticed that I was almost as tall as him. I’m 5’8” and
weigh 120 pounds. Some guys seem put off by girls almost as tall as them, but
Jack didn’t mind at all. Another thing I noticed as we left: I wasn’t walking
real straight.
He held my arm as we walked to his Ford. On the drive out to the house,
Jack explained some of the games we would be playing and he said I would get
$100 just for coming and he would get $100 for finding somebody who wanted to
play their games. “I’ll split my money with you, Tammy. You’ll have other
ways to earn money at the party. There will probably be about 20 or 30 people
there and you can do different things to earn money - different kinds of games
or contests. It should be fun. I think you’ll like it.”
I was already enjoying the attention. His hand was on my knee, fingertips
tickling the inside. Part of me thought I shouldn’t have worn such a short
skirt, but another part of me was ready to open my knees all the way. “Sounds
like fun to me, Jack. What the hell? And I sure can use some extra money,
like I told you. Might as well have a good time doing it.” and I surprised
myself even more by opening my knees a little as I turned in my seat.
“Well, I know you’ll have a good time, Tammy. And I know you’ll make some
money because you’re cute AND you seem real playful.” as his hand went farther
up my thigh, but not under my skirt yet. I looked out my window, giving him a
clear shot of my white panties as I turned in the seat, treating him have a
long, private inspection.
We pulled up at a big house in a fancy older neighborhood not too far from
the university. I was happy to see lots of lights on and several Cadilacs,
Lincolns, and other nice cars out front. I didn’t know where we were since I’m
from a different city. As Jack introduced me to some of the other guests, they
all said they thought I’d enjoy their games and challenges.
“You’ll probably even like Arnold. That’s where the big prize money is.”
said one well dressed, older lady who was almost as drunk as me. “But
meanwhile how about a $20.00 challenge from me right now?” And she pulled a
twenty from her purse.
“Sure. What do I have to do?”
“We’ll play ‘mannequin’ for a few minutes.” she said.
“What do I have to do?”
“I’ll position you in different poses and then touch you all over. You
pretend you’re a ‘mannequin’ and I’m a store person, or whatever, and I’ll
adjust your clothes.” Her words were slurred, but I could still sense the
tension in her voice. She was really anxious to play the game with me.
“Before you play your game, Stella, let’s put an orange name tag on Tammy,
so everybody will know she is one of our special guests.” The older man who
said this was in his early sixties and was obviously the host. He put a name
tag on my knit sleeveless blouse right over my left breast. He fondled my
breast as he put the name tag on and added, “Here’s the envelope with your
name. There is already a hundred dollars in it for coming to our party.
Welcome.” and with that remark he kissed me right on the lips.
“You can have all the beer you want.” added the host as he watched Stella
take my hands and lift my arms up and down, letting me get the feel of her
adjusting my position.
“Now, Let’s see how good you can be as a mannequin.”
Stella positioned me with one hand on on my hip, feet about two feet apart
with the right foot forward, head looking to my right, and so on - so that I
looked like a typical store mannequin. Then she began feeling me all over
while, even kissing me on the lips. I was not supposed to move or respond, but
just stand there like a mannequin. Then Stella knelt down in front of me and
put her right hand up my short
skirt and began feeling my silky panties. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just
held still.
She put me into several awkward poses and felt me all over in each pose.
I saw another girl with a name tag on who was sitting on a man’s lap also
getting felt up. This was so kinky, but so fun. It surprised me how much I
enjoyed the attention as several other people played similar games with me. I
was making another $20.00 about every fifteen minutes, drinking beer all the
while. Great!
After the next couple beers, I really had to pee. Two men even gave me
$5.00 each to watch me. “Well, OK.” I said as I was heading to the bathroom,
“You can watch me.” They wanted me to keep my knees apart and hold up my skirt
while they knelt down in front of the toilet to watch.
“I’m so glad you keep your bush trimmed.” said one of them.
“Looks like she shaves her lips, too.” said the other guy.
Both of them were in their early forties. They could also tell I was a
little tipsy, but didn’t comment on it.
“See if you can hold this vibrator in you. Keep your panties pulled up
tight and it should stay in.” He handed me a small tan vibrator which was very
narrow (like one finger around) at the base and little larger (about two
fingers around) in the front two inches. He explained it was a variable speed
but he would leave it on low so it wouldn’t vibrate right out.
The other guy added, “You can go around and ask people if they want to
check your vibrator and if they want to, they will give you $5.00 and feel your
panties to make sure it’s still on.”
“I just go up to people and ask them if they want to check my vibrator?” I
asked. “And they’ll feel my panties and give me five dollars if they want to
check me? That sounds easy enough. OK.” I agreed, thinking this party could
really help my budget.
“They are going to bring Arnold inside in a little while and this will
help him be more attracted to you.” added Brian, the guy who handed me the
vibrator. He was helping me slip it in.
I wiped myself off with the vibrator already inside, and pulled up my
panties as I stood up. “Who’s Arnold?” I asked. “This thing feels pretty
good.”
“Arnold is the Great Dane. That’s where the big money is tonight. If
Arnold wants to keep sniffing your pussy, you’ll get an extra fifty dollars.
And if you let him lick you for awhile, you’ll get an extra hundred, and so
forth.”
“You mean I could get an extra couple hundred dollars just for letting
your dog sniff and lick me?” debating in my head. “Our dog at home used to
like to sniff me once in a while and I just pushed him away. But I like dogs.
Not scared of them or anything. So, that should be OK.” finally coming to a
conclusion and still enjoying the vibrator.
“Tammy, here’s a few suggestions, since Arnold might have several
playmates to choose from.” Brian confided to me, “Pet him and keep saying
‘Good boy, Arnold.’ Open your legs and encourage him to sniff. Then I’m
pretty sure he will choose you. You could end up with an extra three or four
hundred dollars. Who knows?”
“If Arnold doesn’t choose you, I will.” added Joe. “I think you’re
beautiful, Tammy. And I’d like to play with you some more when you and Arnold
get finished.” Then he felt my panties under my skirt and wiggled the head of
the vibrator around pressing against my panties. There, that was an easy extra
five dollars, wasn’t it?”
When we were out in the living room again, several people gave me some
money to feel the vibrator through my panties and a little more money each time
I removed another piece of clothing. They had me remove my shoes, ankle socks,
and bra, and then put my knit blouse back on. Several of the ladies seemed to
enjoy helping me undress, feeling me up in the process.
I stood in front of a distinguished man sipping a martini and asked,
“Would you like to check my vibrator?” and lifted my skirt to expose my white,
silky panties.
he smiled and said, “Certainly. Stand a little closer and put your feet
apart. That’s a good girl.” When I put my feet apart the vibrator fell part
way out into my panties, forming an inverted tent. He put his finger under it
and pushed it all the way back in, then began feeling my panties all over.
“You’re such a good little girl. Can you turn around and touch your toes for
another five?”
“I’ll try, but I feel a little dizzy.” I turned around and bent over and
let hime feel my panties some more while I tried to keep from falling.
“Take the vibrator out now, Fred.” said a woman’s voice. After pulling my
panties almost to my knees
he removed the vibrator and clicket it off. While feeling me he
commented on my bald lips. “You are such a good little girl. Lips like a
baby.” as he stroked my wet lips. “Arnold is such a lucky dog!”
I heard a dog’s toenails clicking on the kitchen floor in the next room as
someone helped me pull up my panties. “I think she’s ready to meet Arnold.” he
said to the other guests while sliding my wet panties around on my slick pussy.
“We’ll get these other clothes off in a minute.”
“Good boy, Arnold.” I said as someone walked a big Great Dane in on a
leash. I walked over to pet him. To my delight he began sniffing me right
away. They had to tug his leash to get his head out from under my skirt. One
of the ladies was clearing off the low coffee table in front of the couch and
putting towels on it. She scooted the coffee table to the center of the room.
“Come on over here, you two.” She was speaking to me and Arnold, even
though someone else was holding the leash.
“Come on, boy. You can sniff me some more if you want to.” I said,
patting his head some more, as he put his snout up under my skirt again. He
was wagging his tail and making whining noises to express his excitement.
There were several flashes as someone began taking pictures. I noticed
the flashes but was so intent on keeping Arnold interested in me, that I didn’t
worry about getting my picture taken. I wanted to be his playmate. My panties
seemed to be getting even wetter anticipating getting licked by such a big,
strong dog. After all the beers, I wasn’t looking ahead to what might happen
after that, just like I wasn’t worried about getting my picture taken. I
didn’t notice that there was only one other girl with a name tag and she was no
longer in the room.
“Have another beer.” suggested the host again. He had been giving me
beers since I got there.
While I was drinking the beer I hardly noticed that someone had removed my
skirt. All I was thinking about was that Arnold was now licking my thighs and
panties. His tongue felt rough and it was so big.
I handed the almost empty beer can to Brian and giggled, “This feels kind
of good, Brian. His tongue is wider than the bottom of my panties. Ohh!”
Brian was leading me to the coffee table and said, “I thought it might
feel good to you. Let me help you take this blouse off now. We don’t want any
snags if Arnold gets excited. Why don’t you kneel down by the table? Maybe
you could rest your shoulders on the table.” and he knelt down beside the
table and patted it to show me where to lay my shoulders.
“What about my panties?” as I knelt down at the end of the sturdy table.
“Maybe he could lick it better without them,” no longer noticing the flashes.
“She’s such a pretty girl, Jack. Great job.” said Stella as she caressed
my back. “Such pretty skin. I think we could pull these panties off now.”
she tugged them down past Arnold’s cold nose and I lifted up my knees so she
could pull them all the way off.
Arnold was still whining delightedly as he was allowed back behind me with
my panties off. His choker chain collar was clinking, he wagged his tail so
hard.
“Umm” I moaned with my knees apart to allow him easy access to lick me
some more. This was feeling great. What a fun way to earn some extra money.
His tongue felt great - so wide and strong. I could feel the power in his
body. He licked my asshole, too, and even forced his raspy tongue way into my
pussy.
Someone pulled him off to the side of me and took my hand. “Feel this
doggy cock, Tammy. See it’s not so big is it?” as they put my hand on Arnold’s
stiff cock. It felt about the same size as my former boyfriend’s but Arnold’s
was real pointy. Dizziness prevented me from getting up to take a different
look. I just lazily looked over at it. I could feel the excitement building
in me, but still didn’t think about the
possibliity of Arnold’s cock going in me.
“It’s just a little bigger than the average college guy.” I said and let
go of it, putting my head back on the towels. “He can lick me some more if he
wants to. It felt kind of good.” slurring my words.
“I’m going to put my finger in you, Tammy, while Arnold licks you some
more.” Brian said in my ear.
“OK.”
His finger was going in and out. My pussy was so slippery. “I wish I
wasn’t so drunk.” I was saying to myself as I two people helped me back up off
the end of the table a little bit so only my head and shoulders were still on
the it. My tits were hanging down and Stella was caressing them for me. It
felt so good. She had such a gentle touch.
I realized that Arnold’s front legs were straddling me while several
people were playing with my pussy. Arnold’s whole body was wagging back and
forth, moving me, too. The flashes seemed like part of a dream now. Someone
suggested I try to wag my pretty little tail, too.
I thought that sounded like fun, so I tried to wag my tail slowly, just
back and forth a little ways. I felt fingers and something else pushing
against my fanny and sometimes going into my pussy.
In the midst of many probing fingers I still detected something
‘different’ but hard, pressing against my fanny here and there rapidly. A fast
steady rhythm which matched Arnold's breath on the back of my neck. His front
legs felt like arms trying to hold me tightly against him. An occasional
thrust went part way into my anus, but didn’t hurt because it was slippery. I
thought it was someone’s finger. Just as I was wondering why he stopped
licking me, not realizing he couldn’t with his head at the back of my neck, I
felt the rapidly thrusting thing enter my pussy. It felt dripping wet and
suddenly went deeply into me. As I realized what it was, I also realized that
it felt great. Really great.
There seemed to be a ball at the end of it pressing to get in too.
“That’s too big to fit.” I mumbled at the same time it entered. A very
brief pain as it crammed in at least an inch. Before I could cry out, it
didn’t hurt anymore. The rapid thrustings continued, but in a much shorter
stroke.
“Ohhh, Arnold.” I moaned realizing that I was being fucked by a dog, but
not caring or embarrassed, just enjoying how long he was lasting. I had been
almost ready to cum for a long, long time, ever since we started playing with
the vibrator. He kept thrusting and thrusting as I reached my first orgasm.
“Ummmmm.” moaning each time I came. On the fourth time, I felt Arnold
cum inside me, filling me as he continued to spurt. His strong legs were
pulling me tightly against him.
“Just hold still for awhile, Honey.” Said Stella into my ear as she
continued to caress my breasts and tummy. “It will take awhile for his knot to
relax. Someday you’ll enjoy seeing the pictures and the video.”
“OK.” I answered, not knowing what she meant. “Ummm. Did Arnold like
me? Will I get a prize?”
“Oh yes, Dear.” said a man’s voice. “You got the prize.”
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