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From: nevyn@nahwaer.nacjack.gen.nz (Nevyn)
Subject: Cherie. Fiction, by Nevyn (MF, dog)
Date: Tue, 25 Apr 95 18:10:25 GMT+1

			        Cherie
				  by
				 Nevyn

	"Do you want to have sex with me?"

	Mark considered her question. "I don't even know your name."

	"Is a name important when you're having sex?"

	"No. But I can't call you 'hey you' all the time, can I?"

	"Ok, then call me Cherie."

	"Is that your real name?"

	"No. You didn't answer my question. Do you want to have sex
with me?" She shifted he position on the bar stool, and Mark caught a
glimpse of flesh beneath her tight skirt. She wasn't wearing any
underwear. He glanced quickly around at the other patrons of the bar,
but they were either absorbed with their drinks, partners, or
mesmerized by the gyrating figures on the dance-floor. The throbbing
music cloaked their conversation.

	"All right. Do you have somewhere in mind?" It took a bit of
effort to steady his voice.

	"My place is not far from here. We can walk." Cherie went back
to her drink. With a slight smile, she licked the remaining drop of
cream liqueur from her lips. Mark foolishly felt himself flush with
sexual excitement. That small movement of her tongue had completely
focused his attention. He didn't realise he was holding his breath
watching it until she completed the motion, and he let himself breathe
again.

	She slipped from the stool, and Mark was about to follow her
when he realised she was headed toward the ladies rest-room rather
than the exit. So he contented himself following her with his eyes.
Ghods she was sexy! His eyes alighted on her departing rear. That
tight black skirt barely covering her arse was stretched smoothly. *No
underwear* he caught himself thinking, and he shivered slightly in
anticipation.

	He glanced around at the bar again. Mark wasn't accustomed to
being picked up by women in nightclubs. He was certainly no virgin,
but neither did he consider himself a stud. Women just didn't 'pick
him up'. Especially not women with styled brown hair, sexy voices,
tight black skirts and big tits. His fingers twitched slightly at that
last thought.

	Smoke hung in the air, and the thumping music became suddenly
oppressive. Writhing bodies on the dance-floor barely stopped short of
sex. Yes, it was time to go.

	Cherie hadn't returned yet. Damnit, that would be just his
luck too. He hated it when women did that; get him all excited and
then run. The downward spiral of his thoughts was interrupted by her
sudden reappearance from the ladies room. *Goddam, she's playing me
like a fish...*

	Cherie motioned for Mark to follow, as she headed toward the
exit. She smiled to herself and thought how easy it was to find men
like Mark for a quick lay. There was no guilt with this thought.

	The press of bodies near the exit suddenly gave way to cool
night air. The street was glistening in the street-lights from a
recent brief shower of rain. Fresh air caressed Cherie's face and she
inhaled it deeply to clear her lungs of the cloying nightclub vapours.
It was going to be a beautiful night, with the ragged edges of cloud
giving way to clear skies and stars.

	A moment later Mark popped free from bodies clustered around
the door of the club. He took her arm, and the two of them walked from
the bustle of the clubs.

	Mark tried to make conversation as they walked. "Do you often
pick up strange men in bars and take them home?"

	She looked at him with a slight enigmatic smile, "That's where
I get ALL my strange men from."

	"So is there another man in you life?"

	Cherie stopped walking for a moment. She looked up at the
clearing night sky and thought of her other lover; his well muscled
body, his warmth and tenderness. They had been lovers for over five
years. Her face softened into a look of total love as she imagined
feeling the heat of his body pressed against hers, his tongue
exploring her mouth... "No," she said distantly, "No, no other men."
She roused herself with an effort, and they began to walk again.


	Cherie's apartment was located at the top of a prestigious new
tower overlooking the city. As they walked through the door, Mark was
awed firstly by the obvious affluence the furnishings of the apartment
represented, and secondly by the vista of the city, framed by the wide
picture window that occupied most of the far wall. A sea of flickering
lights stretched to the horizon where it met the canopy of stars. It
was the kind of view you could sit and stare at all night, and he was
almost disappointed when Cherie drew the curtains across the panorama.

	Some interior decorator had worked a miracle with the subdued
colours of the furnishings, broken only here and there with a splash
of colour from a modern painting hanging on the wall. The effect
framed the night-time vista, rather than distracting from it, but
still was tasteful and interesting with the rich burgundy curtains
drawn across the picture window.

	A feeling of wide space suffused the apartment, despite the
kitchen and dining area being almost non-existent. This apartment had
obviously been designed for people who preferred to eat out. Indirect
lighting in a subtle hint of pink gave the feeling of warmth and
conviviality.

	"This place is absolutely stunning! You must know a wonderful
interior decorator." Mark felt he could happily live here forever.

	"Thanks for the compliment," Cherie smiled in open pleasure at
the praise, "I actually decorated it myself."

	Mark was about to say more but was interrupted by a whining
from the bedroom.

	"Excuse me for just a moment, I have to let my puppy out."
Cherie opened the door to the bedroom. 'Puppy' didn't seem to fit the
huge black creature that bounded into the lounge. Mark guessed it
weighed about 130 pounds, stood about 30 inches at the shoulder and
was some sort of Labrador or Shepherd crossed with grizzly bear. It
circled Cherie, wagging its tail so hard its whole rear end swayed
from side to side. It had the most amazing coat Mark had ever seen on
a dog; completely black so light seemed to be sucked into it making
the shape of the dog seem to blur, yet it was richly glossy with good
health, so it shone highlights back with almost mirror intensity. And
it was all over Cherie as she hugged it and talked softly to it.

	"My ghod. That's got to be the biggest..." at the sound of
Mark's voice the dog turned and faced him. It pulled its jowls back in
a snarl that left its teeth - sharp and hideously white against the
blackness - exposed. Its green eyes narrowed and it poised ready to
leap at him. Mark had time to think that his life was about to end,
before Cherie grabbed the dog by the scruff of its neck, and in a move
effective as it was sudden, tripped the dog to throw it on its side.
She snarled in a way that was every bit as frightening as the dog's,
and pinned it to the carpet. "No!" she commanded in a voice full of
rich timbre and power. The dog rolled over submissively before her.

	"...p-p-p-puppy..." Mark finished weakly. He had to hold onto
the back of the couch to stop his knees giving out on him.

	"He's OK really." Cherie spoke from kneeling on the floor
where she held the monster down, "Sometimes he forgets who's top dog
around here, and thinks I need protecting. He's really just a big
cream-puff when you get to know him, aren't you, my puppy." She
addressed this last to the demon on the floor as she scratched his
head. The dog looked meekly up at her and thumped its tail on the
floor once.

	"P-p-puppy?" Mark was having difficulty getting his voice back
under control. He kept the couch protectively between himself and the
monster.

	"Oh, yes! He's really nearly six years old now. His name is
Papillon. I used to call him puppy when he was young, and never got
out of the habit. Come over here and let him get to know you. (And
YOU, puppy, make nice huh?)"

	Mark hesitantly edged around the couch and approached the
monster. He knew enough about dogs to crouch down rather than lean
over the dog, and held out his hand toward the dog for it to sniff. In
his minds-eye, a scene kept playing showing his bleeding and mangled
hand missing a few fingers if the dog didn't 'make nice'. He cringed
backward as the dog raised its head from the floor to scent his hand.
At the touch of the dog nuzzling his palm, he almost screamed and
leapt away, but checked himself with a small whimper. Finally the dog
dropped its head to the floor again, and began to pant slightly with
its tongue resting on the carpet.

	"He'll be OK now." said Cherie, and she stood up abruptly,
releasing Papillon. Expecting to have his lungs removed a second
later, Mark was surprised and relieved when Papillon stood and
followed her to the kitchen, completely ignoring him.

	"Errr... Do you keep him up here during the day?" he called
after her?

	"Good heavens, no! He'd go stir-crazy and probably eat the
couch. I take him with me when I work. He often appears as an extra in
my photography. Mind you, the lighting has to be just right to use
him, or he can really screw up the contrasts." She returned from the
kitchen carrying a huge bowl of dog food, with Papillon following her.
A small river of saliva flowed freely from his mouth. Cherie nudged
open the curtain and opened the ranch-slider with her foot to let
Papillon out onto the balcony to eat. "But he and I both like our
freedom. We spend almost the whole day outdoors. Unless it's really
raining. Then we both stay home and go stir-crazy. I think I was a
wolf in a former life. I like the wide-open spaces too much." She
returned to Mark and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Didn't you say
something about sex earlier?"

	The sudden change in her apparent focus threw Mark for a
moment, and he almost pushed her away. Then he caught himself and
grasped her shoulders to pull her closer.

	They retreated to the bedroom, removing each others clothes as
they went. Long, red scratches were obvious down Cherie's back, and
when Mark commented on them she answered with a smile, "Papillon plays
a little rough sometimes..."

	Cherie's breasts felt every bit as good to his fingers as he
had imagined earlier in the club. His tongue played over her nipples.

	He moved further down her body so he was licking her navel,
then further to her shaved pussy. She wriggled on the bed under his
attentions and dug her fingers into his hair.

	As Marks tongue slid along the entrance to her vagina, Cherie
shivered and held his face against her groin. His fingers kneaded her
buttocks as he began to suck in earnest upon her clitoris, and tease
it with his lips. Then he traced his tongue over her thighs, up her
belly and flicked it over her nipples again.

	Between the attention he was giving her nipples and clitoris,
she felt orgasm building in her. At first it was just a tickling in
her feet that made her curl her toes, then spread to her abdomen. From
there warmth radiated out to her body in all directions, until she
cried out loud. She dug her fingers into Marks hair and held him as
she bucked her hips to move her sex against his mouth. Mark pushed his
tongue as far into her entrance as he could, while his top lip nibbled
on her clitoris. She cried out again and tensed, holding the moment
suspended. Then she suddenly relaxed, moaning softly.

	Mark kissed her pussy lightly, then trailed kissed up her
whole body to kiss her on the mouth.

	"I need you inside me now," she said between kisses.

	As Mark prepared to enter her, she stopped him with a hand
motion, then wriggled down so her legs were off the bed, with her bum
right on the edge, and the rest of her body on the bed.

	With his feet on the floor, Mark lay on top of her and dug his
toes into the carpet. With one hand he supported his weight, while the
other guided his stiffened cock into her. The uncircumcised flesh at
the head of his dick spread her lips to make the initial penetration
smooth. He paused and sighed deeply with his eyes closed.

	He withdrew his cock slightly and leaned over her to flick his
tongue over her nipples. Cherie ran her hands down the sides of his
chest. Then he pushed into her again.

	Rather than pulling his hips backward, Mark raised them
vertically, so the top surface of his dick rubbed against Cherie's
clitoris with the movement. Alternating between the upwards movement
and the lateral movements Mark reached a regular tempo.

	(He didn't see the bedroom door open slightly and a black head
with green eyes peer around it...)

	Cherie wrapped her legs around Marks rump and pulled him into
her. The vertical rubbing of his dick against her clitoris was
building another orgasm in her. Mark increased the rhythm of his
thrusting and Cherie realised he was close to cumming too. The thought
took her closer to the edge of orgasm, and with a long shuddering
groan she felt her second orgasm engulf her.

	Mark felt the muscles of Cherie's vagina squeeze against his
cock, and the increased friction lifted him gloriously to his own
orgasm. He pushed his hips forward to force his cock as far into her
as he could. Then he held himself there for a moment, drawing a deep
breath. At the point where he could no longer hold off the orgasm, he
threw his head back and roared, pounding his cock in and out of
Cherie's pussy, while orgasm washed over him. Still growling, he fell
forward onto her and buried his face in the side of her neck to bite
her gently, still moving his hips to the rhythm of the waves of
pleasure breaking over him.

	As the waves began to recede from them both, they hugged
tightly and locked their mouths together in a long kiss of shared
intimacy.

	Mark was somewhat surprised, therefore, when two very black
paws landed either side of his chest, and a heavy weight landed on his
back.

	"What th..." he began, but Cherie cut him off.

	"You'd better stay very still and let Papillon do what he
will. When he gets randy I find it almost impossible to control him."

	"You don't mean he's going to fuck me, do you?" asked Mark.
There was a little fear in his voice.

	"Oh yes. And you'd best aid him as much as you can. Don't
worry, he likes you. Trust me, you'll enjoy it." Cherie was smiling as
she lay beneath Mark. She could feel his cock in her pussy beginning
to soften, but experience told her that would change in a moment.

	Papillon grasped Mark around the waist and shuffled his feet
forward. When the thrusting of his hips brought the pointed tip of his
penis in contact with Marks arsehole, he slowed to push smoothly
forward. Mark grunted, then drew his breath in as he felt the length
of Papillon's dick slide into him. The feeling wasn't unpleasant at
all. In fact as Papillon picked up the tempo of his humping again, the
stimulation against Marks prostate was quite enjoyable.

	Cherie felt Marks dick begin to harden inside her again. Being
beneath her two lovers was a very erotic sensation. The force of
Papillon's humping was forcing Marks penis to move inside her
slightly; just enough to stimulate her. Marks chest pressed against
hers, and Papillon's weight was against Marks back. The dog's claws
scratched Cherie's stomach slightly as Mark moved against her skin.

	Between Papillon and Cherie, Mark was experiences sensations
he had never felt before. His arse was being stimulated in a way that
was incredible. He could feel the full length of Papillon's dick
sliding in and out of him, with a bigger swelling of flesh near its
base stretching his sphincter as it entered and left him. And that was
making his dick hard again, although he had cum intensely not ten
minutes earlier.

	Mark started to groan as he felt himself building toward
orgasm again. He wrapped his arms behind Cherie's shoulders and
squeezed her tightly to him, as much as the paws wrapped around his
midriff would allow. Beneath him, Cherie too was getting close to
cumming a third time. Finally she could hold herself back no longer.
Her fingers pressed into Marks flesh as she uttered a long sigh that
turned into a groan of ecstasy.

	It was too much for Mark. The wonderful muscles spasms
clenching on his dick combined with the regular stimulation of his
filled arsehole made him draw a huge breath and groan loudly as he
pumped his semen into Cherie. With his cumming, the convulsive
clamping of his sphincter muscles locked Papillon into him.

	Each spasm of Cherie's vaginal muscles caused another jolt of
pleasure to milk cum from his dick. And that brought an answering
pulse from Papillon's meat inside him. It was the most intense orgasm
of Marks life, and it seemed to go on and on. And still it felt as
though the huge dick in his arse was getting bigger, stretching him
just to the point of pain. He could clearly feel the life in that
meat, pulsing regularly and prolonging his pleasure. Papillon too was
cumming, filling his substitute bitch with his seed.

	The three of them lay awash in the flow of their orgasm; three
bodies tied together in a single huge sexual release.

	Eventually the intensity of the pleasure began to wane and
Papillon released his tight grip around Marks waist. The dog stepped
over the mans body and slid off the bed to turn around with his rump
to Marks rump. Realisation hit Mark; Papillon was tied to him, and the
huge swelling of the dick inside him couldn't be removed. He adjusted
his position so his knees were resting on the floor. This made his
dick, now sensitive from the sex, slip from Cherie's pussy.

	"How do I get him out of me?" he asked.

	Cherie wriggled up the bed to slip out from beneath him. She
rolled over to look at him and said, "You don't. At least, not for
awhile. Just relax your muscles as much as you can, stay as still as
you can, and eventually he will lose interest and soften."

	"So I'm basically stuck with this monster up my arse?"

	"Yep. Hang on..." Cherie rummaged around in her bedside
cabinet and came back with a camera, "Mind if I take a few mementos?"

	"Yes I DO mind. OUCH!" Mark tried to move toward her, but
being tied to Papillon prevented him from going far. He carefully
readjusted his position until the tugging at his rectum subsided a
little.

	"Good, I didn't think you'd mind" and she began photographing
him.

	After 10 minutes, she dressed and briefly left the room with
the camera. When she returned, Mark and Papillon were still locked
together. She went to the dog and caressed him and crooned to him
until Mark felt the knot of flesh inside him begin to shrink. Finally
it slipped free of his arse, followed by a small river of dog semen as
his tortured sphincter muscles tried to clamp closed.

	He stood on shaking legs. "What did you do with the film?"

	"Oh, I've just given it to a friend of mine to develop. Now,
if you'd like to get dressed, the exit is that way." She pointed
toward the door.

	"But aren't I going to see you again?"

	"Nope. Not if you don't want to remind me to leave those
pictures lying around."

	He beat a hasty retreat toward the door, trying to dress as he
went.

	When he was gone, Cherie knelt next to her dog and hugged him.
"And did my favourite lover have a good time too, huh?" She kissed him
on the muzzle, and the two of them retired to bed...