Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an281343@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed, 7 Jun 1995 01:16:30 UTC
Subject: Eau de Soir (mf,cons,best) {1/2]

[This story was written as an attempt to exorcise some personal
phantasms. Oddly enough, it started with an obsession I have with a
women's fragrance I first smelled a few years back, Eau de Soir. It is
made by an Italian baroness, with Sisley as a brand name, and it
proves once again that the art of capturing Nature's sublime odors
still reigns supreme on the continent and, as with other fashion
products, with the Italian spirit. Every time I smell it, its heavy
and exotic scent never fails to evoke in me a mysterious and forbidden
world of luxury and pleasure, black silk opulence and hedonistic
fantasia.

I never intended it for publication - I'm a fairly private person,
especially in my fantasies - but after watching the pitiful demise of
alt.sex.stories, from a forum of private confessions and (more or
less) literary attempts to deal with contemporary human sexuality in
its various forms to a noise-filled, meaningless, obnoxious place for
rant for the wanna-be-MadMax-meets-X-generation-with-double-AOL-and-
fries-on-the-side... I simply decided to kick in my two cents worth to
up the signal-to-noise ratio.

The story was left unfinished on purpose at the time. It did its magic
for me, and there was no need to end it in any given way. That may
change, of course, if enough interest warrants it. As for the
fragrance... well, it's expensive and may be hard to find in North
America, but try it if you have a chance. Who knows, it may inspire
you too! 8-)

Copyright 1992 by PROMART. You may reproduce, keep a copy or
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from individuals breaking local applicable laws by transferring,
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			     Eau De Soir
			       Part One

	It was one of those wonderful summer evenings, when sight and
smell seem to fuse one together in total rapture. The rain had died
away, but not before drenching my clothes throughout. A subtle breeze
was sending light shivers up my spine. I felt so light and dizzy,
trying to breathe in the wholeness of the moment, the far away sounds,
the divine freshness of the air... The hell with the damned car, that
shit box that left me stranded in this strange neighborhood, lost and
wet like a stray cat. I could imagine my girlfriend brooding over the
delicious food at Anthony's, wondering what may have come up again
tonight. Where the heck was a phone booth around here?.

	The silhouettes in front of me moved with silent elegance, a
watery like tremor on the wet gray pavement. Transported as I was, I
sensed it more than actually see it coming.

	"Sit Leo!"

	The dog's breath was hot and pungent; his massive head, saliva
dripping on my chin, was hovering over me. I didn't move. I did not
dare move. The beast had knocked me down and was astride me in a quiet
but definite menace. Not the best position for arguing. I had to make
an effort to breathe. A big one.

	"Back Leo! Get back!"

	Reluctantly, the monster pulled back. Not all the way, no,
just enough to let me to raise my head and lay back of my elbows. The
deep growl wasn't reassuring at all.

	"Oh, God, I'm so sorry! Are you OK? Leo, you nasty brute!"

	The voice was sooo nice! Deep and velvety, just a touch
apologetic, more amused than annoyed, I would say. So womanly...

	"He's not really mean you know, he just likes to show off his
strength I guess. Especially to men!" This time the amusement was
definitely there.

	"I'm truly sorry. Here, let me help you up!"

	From where I was, lying on the sidewalk, I could barely make
up the face that went with the voice, but as she lowered herself to
give me her hand I found myself facing a beautiful pair of knees
stretching sheer black stockings and parted just enough to show a
stretch of flesh before the shadows took over under the dark trench
coat. An intoxicating bittersweet fragrance found my nostrils from
under her clothes and I felt like fainting. I swallowed hard and
raised my eyes to meet hers. The glint in her eyes told me she knew I
was staring. Embarrassed, I mumbled something like "Yeah, I'm OK," and
got up ignoring her hand. The woman was stunning!

	"My name is Mona. No hard feelings?

	"I'm Michael. No hard feelings... "

	She smiled. A genuine, mischievous smile. From under the hat;
a wide brimmed, black straw hat. On a summer night! Mona had a medium
built, athletic body as far as I could tell wrapped as she was in that
Bogart-style trench coat. The cleavage though had nothing manly about
it. The wide lapels were framing a triangle of soft, bare white skin,
unhindered by any visible top. No jewelry on the gracious, yet strong
neck. Jet black, shiny, short cut hair. The hat was keeping the upper
half of her face in shadows, and the glint of her eyes gave it an
eerie look. High cheekbone. Fine nose. Full, bright red lips. She
looked like fine china to me. Very expensive, antique china...

	"Look, you're soaked. We can go to my place to dry up a bit, I
live right down the street. If it's OK with you, of course?!...

	"Well, I don't know... It's nothing really. Although I should
make a phone call; I got lost here and my car won't work... Yeah, why
not, I need to make a phone call. Someone right now might worry."

	"No problem. As many as you want. Just follow us... We owe you
one, don't we?" The soft laugh was infuriating, but I followed them
anyway.

	Viewed from behind, the woman and her dog made a strange
tandem. Her high heels were tacking the pavement while the animal
strolled noiselessly alongside; his smooth, man-sized balls bouncing
from side to side between the strong back legs. Both were walking head
high, backs straight, only legs moving. There was something terribly
exciting about them, a hidden sensuality in their strides that stirred
me deeply. I thought I could sense a bond between them that went
beyond the appearances. I felt myself grow hard. Mona had perfect
calves with delicate ankles and somehow their rhythmical, shiny motion
brought sex into my mind: hard, steamy, exotic sex. My loins were on
fire.

	I can't remember how we got inside.

	The light in the hall was too strong for my eyes. I blinked in
discomfort. The heavy entrance door closed with a "thump," behind. Leo
came against me and started to sniff up my leg. Ever had that feeling
when you got a dog's snout in your crotch, scared stiff that the he
may rip off your balls before his master had a chance to stop it?
Yeah, right. That's how I felt.

	"He seems to like you," said the velvety voice again. No
kidding, I thought. Wasn't I lucky?! You see, Leo was a big dog. No,
Leo was a huge dog. Never saw anything like it. His head was level
with my hip. Thick neck, ridged wide back, all muscles rippling under
his short, brownish red coat. As big as a Dane, the darned beast. We
moved into the living room, with Leo's muzzle up my ass.

	"He's a Rhodesian ridge-back," came the answer to my unasked
question.

	"My husband brought him as a puppy from a hunting trip in
Africa. He's grown quite a bit since, didn't he? They breed them for
lion hunting down there. They also make ideal companions... "

	I bet they do, I thought, taking in the place. High ceilings,
soft lights, lots of white, with dark wood furniture set up along the
walls. Rich Oriental carpets hanging down from the ceiling. Several
Murano glass vases filled with beautiful flowers. Bronze and antique
porcelain on low tables and on shelves all over. A lion skin spread in
front of a huge stone and brass fireplace. Wow, this place was
something! At the far end, a huge all-glass bay overlooked a ravine,
or forest of some kind. It was getting dark by then and the contour of
the distant trees was back-lighted by the rising moon. I looked at my
watch. 9:45 PM already. Shit!

	"There's a full moon tonight," she said matter-of-factly,
lighting a cigarette.

	"The telephone is on the table to your left. Please excuse me
for a moment, I got something to do. Come Leo, we have to get clean!"
and with that, she turned on her heels and left trough a side doorway,
the dog following her eagerly.

	"I knew you `d be pissed, but look Laura... What's so
difficult to understand? I was on my way back from the Andrews'
residence after I left them the plans for the cottage, and I thought
I'll take a shortcut through this neighborhood. It's old and rich, has
plenty of inspiration for my work, and besides you know the highway
it's packed on Sunday night with all the people coming back into the
city.

	I stopped to look at the map and the next thing I know, the
damned bimmer wouldn't start again; so here I am in this lady's
house... What? No, she was kind enough to let me make a phone call
after her dog knocked me down... "

	That's when I became aware of some movement to my right. I
shifted my gaze. Right across me on a table stood a beautiful three
pane mirror, one of those silver framed antiques. From where I was,
slouched in the deep leather sofa I could not see beyond the doorway
on my right, but to my surprise the mirror panes were angled in such a
way that I could see right through the opening to the end of a small
dark hallway that had the bedroom and bathroom doors opened.

	It took a while to adjust my eyes to the incredible view. The
bathroom was a big white room with a raised Jacuzzi platform. Mona was
drying the dog's front paws with a towel, sitting on the platform,
knees spread apart. The trench coat was open. She was naked
underneath, except for a garter belt and the black stockings. Her
heavy breasts were bouncing as she playfully dealt with the task at
hand. From time to time she threw her head back laughing, as Leo was
slowly licking her upper thighs with long, raspy strokes. The animal
was leaning on his hind legs as he pushed forward his snout against
the prey. Forward. Retreat. Forward. Retreat. Her hairless sex was
glistening with saliva. A large tattoo stretched down from her navel
to the top of the pouting lips.

	"Whaaat? Nnoo, Laura, I'm still here. Yes, I'm sorry for the
whole thing, but it's not my fault... Look, I got to go. Call you when
I get home, OK!" SLAM! Holy shit! My heart was pounding. I could
hardly breathe, let alone think. All I could see was the dog's head
bobbing up and down between Mona's legs, slurping furiously at her
smooth, dark cuntlips. She was now reclining on the platform,
spreading them wide open for the licking. Head thrust back, eyes
closed, mouth open, dark red fingernails pulling the swollen folds
apart, her middle finger rubbing the clitoris with increasing speed.

	The trench coat had fallen to the sides revealing the heavy
breasts, dark erect nipples shivering in the throes of approaching
orgasm. Then, for a moment, her heaving bosom froze in an upward
movement, buttocks taking off the edge, as the finger went deep into
her cunt. Her lips formed a perfect "O," while the body looked
suspended in mid air... and then she fell back on the platform, head
rolling from side to side.

	Time was standing still.

	Leo made a move to mount her. Obviously excited by the
licking, the dog's cock came unsheathed; a long, red, glistening shaft
with a ball like swell at the base. Front paws on the edge of the
platform, the dog stood almost erect; his hind legs jerking back and
forth trying to make contact with the wet opening between the woman's
legs. He almost managed to put the tip in when Mona came up and forced
him back gently, but firmly. From the movement of her lips, it looked
like she was soothing him with words, all the while kissing him on the
muzzle. She slowly lowered herself from under Leo's fore legs and,
kneeling on the floor gently took the dog's cock in her mouth,
stroking the shaft while sucking the tip in and out. I watched
transfixed as she brought him off in a few moments, swallowing it all!

	"Here is a bathrobe, Michael. I'm sorry, I almost forgot about
your clothes. There's a bathroom down the hall where you can change...
Michael, are you OK, you're so pale? I hope you're not going to catch
a cold now!... " I looked at my watch. She's been in only a few
minutes. It seemed like an eternity to me! She sounded and looked like
nothing happened. I thought I was dreaming!

	"Nnno, no, I'm fine. I... I think I better go now. It's really
late and I don't want to intrude. After all, you don't know me from
Adam. I'm calling a taxi right now and... "

	"Look, don't be foolish! I don't have anything planned for
tonight and your clothes will be washed and dried in no time. You'll
have to iron them yourself, though... " That laughter again.

	"Unless there's someone waiting for you at home, you shouldn't
worry. I can take care of myself; besides, nobody takes chances with
Leo around. And he's always around... "

	She was exhaling smoke as she spoke, looking me straight in
the eyes now. Head tilted to the side, eyes half closed, she seemed to
appraise me, measuring me from head to toe. I felt like a fool. Damn
you, woman! Who the hell do you think you are... But then I caught
myself; after all, the lady was trying to be nice, and why should I
care if she's getting it off with her dog... ? All of a sudden, I
realized I was hard as a rock; there was no use denying that this
woman and her habits excited me beyond words and I would have given
anything to hang around her for a while. You know, just to see what
happens next...

	"Deal!"

	I couldn't believe the sound of my voice. Like listening to
someone else talking! She nodded, smiling. Raising her eyes from my
crotch - you guessed, the erection was sooo obvious! - she pointed the
way with the hand holding the cigarette. As I went down the hall,
Leo's eyes were boring holes in my back.

	It was the same bathroom. All white. Everything shining clean
and neatly arranged. No trace whatsoever of the previous frolics. It
could have been a dream, except for the heat in my groin. Shaking my
head, I stripped naked. My linen shirt and pants were quite dirty. I
splashed lots of cold water on my face and upper body, then rubbed
hard with a white towel.

	I took a look at myself in the mirror. My face was kind of red
now, but otherwise the same boyish features I met every morning.
Nothing spectacular, just fine, regular lines. The body was OK, a
little flabby at the waist but what would you expect from a guy that
spends his life hunched over a drawing board and more recently, 19,"
monitors. Besides, I never was the athletic type; the power of the
mind was far more fascinating for me. For a 40 years- old guy, I
looked OK. The only problem was my throbbing cock. It stood out at
full length, the skin almost bursting bellow the engorged purple head.
I had a hard time resisting the temptation to stroke it right there
and splash my come all over the big mirror.

	Later, I told myself; all you have to do is close your eyes...
I thought for a moment and decided to put the jockey briefs back on.
Hell, the dog was giving me the creeps and I didn't want to be further
embarrassed by a hard-on popping through the robe when you least
expected it. Folding my stuff, I took a last look at myself in the
dark blue terry cloth robe and shook my head at the image in the
mirror.

	She was sitting on the couch in exactly the same spot I've
been earlier, looking out to the starry night sky, smoke raising
gently from her cigarette-holding hand. Since I was coming from
behind, I had a three quarter view of her back. The jet black hair,
cut straight and short looked like a feathered cap in the soft white
light. Her other hand was petting Leo's head with slow, gentle
strokes. She had changed into a heavy, black kimono, that parted
slightly over her crossed legs. The stockings were still on, but now
she wore black pumps with stiletto heels.

	"I assumed you must be hungry Michael, so I prepared some cold
cuts. I'm hungry too, stranger. Beautiful night, isn't it?"

	Before I had a chance to reply, she turned around facing me.
She had incredible green eyes, deep and streaked with gold. Emerald
eyes. Her gaze shifted to the mirror on the table and then back to me.
I froze on my tracks. She smiled again. A strange, half sad, half
amused smile. That's when I knew that she knew that I saw them. She
got up. Leo, of course, stood up too. He stretched and yawned, baring
evil-looking teeth.

	"Let's go eat. Here, give me those clothes, I'll take them to
the laundry"

	The dining area was adjacent to the living room, sharing the
same glass bay to the back. The view was magnificent. There was wide
deck with a pool overlooking a flower garden, and beyond that, the
steep slope of a ravine with huge, old trees filling the horizon, all
washed in the eerie light of the full moon.

	I couldn't help but like this house and its surroundings; so
cozy and warm; opulent yet discreet. After all, it was my professional
territory.

	"What do you do in life Michael?" This woman was definitely
telepathic.

	"I'm an architect, Mona. I have a small practice downtown.
Nothing big really, mostly houses. Keeps me off the welfare line. My
compliments, by the way, I'm sincerely impressed with your house."

	"Thank you! A friend of my husband designed it for us after
his accident. We used to live downtown too, in one of those expensive
condos overlooking the lake. It was close to Mauro's clinic, very
convenient for his odd hours at the hospital. But after the accident,
we decided to move out here. He couldn't stand the city anymore. I
still miss the closeness to shopping sometimes."

	"Mona, I know it's none of my business, but you mentioned your
husband twice now, and here I am roaming around your house, clad only
in a bathrobe... "

	"Defensive again, stranger? No Michael, don't worry; nobody's
going to chase you with a gun around here. Not anymore, that is.
Mauro, my husband, died almost two years ago. He couldn't stand being
a paraplegic for the rest of his life, so he ended it with a hunting
rifle."

	"I'm sorry Mona, I didn't mean to... "

	"It's all right Michael. The worst is over now and I've learnt
to accept my life as it comes. No expectations, no regrets. Just the
present. To the fullest... Will you pour the wine please? I always
liked having a man do that for me."

	The food was delicious. I needed it. Yes, she was right, I was
hungry as hell. These recent emotions must have done it. I sipped some
of rich, red wine. Just perfect. I started to feel more at ease.
Somehow, this strange woman seemed so reassuring and familiar!

	"Are you married Michael?" she asked, looking at me from above
the rim of her glass. Man, those eyes drove me nuts!

	"No, Mona, I'm not. I mean I was, but it didn't work too well.
We separated after 17 years. I'm seeing someone lately. More friends
than lovers, though. Can't take another emotional responsibility so
soon. My work is taking most of my time these days."

	"Let's take our coffee in the living room," she said, feeding
Leo some last bits from her hand. The dog sat quietly at her feet,
with Mona hand-feeding him throughout the meal.

	She got up from the table and I followed them into the living
room. Mona moved with royal grace. She had a high, firm behind, with
amphora like hips. Her buttocks were stretching taut the shiny fabric
of the kimono. A large, red, fiery looking dragon, embroidered across
the back was spewing flames at the onlooker. My hard-on was back.

Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality
From: an281343@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed, 14 Jun 1995 11:58:30 UTC
Subject: Eau de Soir (mf,cons,best) [2/2]

			     Eau de Soir
			       Part Two

	We sat in silence for a while, me looking around the house,
Mona smoking and gazing at the huge yellow moon. She was reclining in
a leather and chrome Corbusier lounge chair next to the fireplace, the
lion skin between us. Leo, as usual, was lying at his mistress' feet,
his eyes closed and looking asleep. This time I knew it before it came
out.

	"Did you enjoy the show Michael?" she asked softly, still
looking away.

	I didn't answer at first. What the hell was I supposed to say
anyway? That I didn't know what she was talking about, or maybe that
their unnatural act gave me the biggest hard-on of my life, and yes, I
was fascinated by it?

	"Did you find it repulsive?" she asked again, this time
looking at me. Time to be frank.

	"No Mona, I did not find it repulsive at all. Quite the
contrary, I can't remember being so aroused in my life. It's just that
it's so... unusual to witness it in real life."

	"As opposed to?... "

	"Well, as opposed to reading about it or seeing it in porno
mags or movies."

	"Have you?"

	"Yes, I saw a couple of Swedish ones. And read some books with
bestiality in them. There is even a famous classic one, `The Golden
Donkey," by Apuleius, that has the main character changed into a
donkey by a witch and performing a sexual act with a willing woman. To
be honest, I've always been fascinated by the subject, but never
expected to deal with it more than with a fantasy... "

	"Are you afraid of your fantasies becoming reality, Michael?"

	"Well, some of them better remain what they are: imagination!"

	We were silent for a while. She kept on smoking with long,
deep drags. As she uncrossed her long legs, the kimono fell aside,
revealing the top of her stockings and her smooth flesh to mid-thigh.
She didn't seem to mind. I lighted a cigarette myself. For a few
moments, we were again outside time. Everything was so strange. Let's
face it, how often does on have the chance to talk about things like
these, if ever? And with a complete stranger for that matter. She
slowly faced me and spoke again. The sad, mellow look on her face
broke my heart.

	"I don't really care if you or anyone else judges me. You see
Michael, Leo is very precious to me. I love him beyond words. He's my
ecstasy and agony at the same time; in a way he represents my
husband's legacy and the ordeal that came with it."

	Silence again.

	"There's a bottle of Remy Martin and cognac glasses in the bar
behind you. Would you be so kind and pour for both of us? I think I
need it to go any further... "

	I got up and poured generously in two baccarat tumblers. I
bent over to hand her hers and there was that bitter-sweet fragrance
again. My head went spinning.

	"Eau de Soir," she said, guessing me again. "Mauro loved it...
"

	I sat back facing her. I felt like a little boy under the
Christmas tree. What a woman!

	"Do you want me to continue Michael? You can still refuse and
go out of here, remembering this as nothing more than a bizarre
incident that got you aroused on a summer evening; a spicy story to
tell your male friends sometime, although I count on your discretion
to never disclose my true identity or the location of this house.
Also, I want you to give me your word that should you choose to listen
further, nothing of what you shall hear or see from now on will be
made public, in any way. Because Michael, before I'm through in
sharing my life with you, you'll never think the same again. As a
male, I mean... Gentleman's word?"

	This time I really looked at her; you know, that look from-
deep-down-inside when you load your soul power into one long, hard,
penetrating gaze as if you're trying to convince them you're worthy of
something. I nodded slowly.

	"I promise Mona. And yes, I would like you to go on. I believe
in experiencing all things in life. Why me, though? You hardly know
me... "

	"I feel I can trust you. Call it woman's intuition if you
want. Also, you happen to be in the right place, at the right time.
Even Leo likes you and that doesn't happen too often."

	Mona swirled her glass before taking a delicate sip from the
cognac and making it last in her mouth, head thrown back, eyes closed.
She worked a little lever on the side of the chair and brought it down
to a lower position. Her crossed legs were facing me now and I had a
unobstructed view of the underside of her thighs down to where the
buttocks rested on the leather seat; the black sheath of the kimono
fell to reveal the birth of a perfect ass. Nested at the base of the
stockinged thighs, her naked sex was peeking out just a hint above the
black leather. Oh, God! I swallowed hard on more cognac.

	Leo sighed in his sleep.

	"I met my husband twelve years ago. At an orgy. One of those
skin parties where everybody made it out with everybody; sort of a
high class, restricted sex club; they were fashionable in late
seventies, no AIDS scare in those days. A couple I knew introduced me
to the swinging scene, and since I was trying to cope with a recent
emotional breakdown over some jerk, I went at it full force. You see
Michael, I got a very sensual nature and know no bounds when it comes
to sex. It is something I had to fight to control all my life. Yes, I
was pretty wild back then... Mauro seemed so out of place there,
standing alone in a corner, glass in hand, watching all those people
fornicating!

	"Getting out of some heavy embrace, I went straight to him.
Half an hour later we were out of there, laughing like children over a
delicious dinner in a small Italian restaurant. He told me it was his
first time in such a place, and he did not intend to go back ever
again. One of his doctor friends has insisted he gave it a try, to
break the monotony of the long hospital hours. He was a working
maniac, a perfectionist. Whatever he did had to be perfect. By that
time he was already one of the top heart surgeons in the country. I
was fascinated by his intensity. There was a driven man, the opposite
to my self-indulgent drifting in life. Like night and day. It was love
at first sight...

	"We got married after three months. We were the perfect match.
I gave him warmth and affection, the best sex he ever had; he gave me
a sense of purpose and worthiness. We started to travel quite a lot.
His skill and expertise were in high demand all over the world.
Medical conventions were fighting to get him as a guest speaker. He
took me everywhere with him, these being the only times we could
really be together.

	"For eight years I was on the top of the world, literally. We
had a mutual understanding relationship. I never interfered with his
work or complained about how little time we spent together. Instead I
made the best of what we had, happy enough to not be cornered into a
suffocating marriage. Many envied him for having such a wife. Some of
them knew about my wild days and were coming strong at me, whenever
they had a chance. You see, with all the traveling and reading, I
became quite a sophisticated lady. The poor fools thought I was
neglected by my husband. If they only knew what refinements in the art
of love I've picked up from all our travels to keep my husband
happy... Men are so blind, sometimes it's pathetic! They couldn't see
I was in love with Mauro and the way of life he'd handed me on a
silver platter. I didn't need their petty little adventures, I was a
fulfilled woman. Until the accident... "

	Her voice got very sad. Leo jumped up instantly, pricking his
ears and growling uncomfortably. He was watching me. I froze again,
startled.

	"Shhhh Leo! It's OK. It's not his fault, I just got sad with
the memories. Sit now!... "

	Leo wasn't too convinced, but sat down anyway, to the left of
the tempting view. Taking another mouthful of cognac, I zoomed in
again on the fleshy peach in front of me. Behind closed eyes, Mona was
seeing her own world.

	"One night, walking home from the hospital, he got hit by a
car. Some drunk teenagers, having fun with a stolen car. I was in
Paris at that time, for a spring fashion show. They got me at the
hotel just as I was going out the door. I took the afternoon flight
back home. He was in the intensive care unit for about a week. One of
his best friends looked after him, but there was nothing they could do
to give him back the feeling of his legs. He was to remain in a
wheelchair for the rest of his life, paralyzed from the waist down.

	"For the next ten months he tried every recuperating technique
available. Nothing worked. He gave up and something died inside of him
then. Sadly for him, he lost all hope and got into self-pity. We
started to discuss our future. He knew I was hot blooded and sooner or
later I'll end up having affairs, although he also knew that I loved
him enough not to do it without his consent. We were considering all
sorts of alternatives, but I knew he would hurt inside if another man
was to replace him. He wasn't exactly jealous, but Mauro was a very
proud man and being challenged out of his territory was too much for
him. Our heaven became our hell.

	"Then, one day something happened that somehow solved this
problem, but brought others, much more difficult to deal with. I still
remember that day as if it was yesterday! It was a hot summer
afternoon and I was sunbathing nude by the swimming pool. As you can
see, this house has total privacy. No neighbors on the sides, just
wild nature.

	"Anyway, I was always naked by the pool and Mauro liked that
quite a lot. He used to worship my body, especially since I got this
dragon tattooed on my belly a few years back while in Singapore for
one of his conferences. That's when I had my pubic hair removed
permanently too. A little present for him from his ever lustful wife.
Thai art; painful but fascinating. He used to look at the dragon for
hours on end...

	"So there I was, applying some tanning lotion on my body and
then lying back to bask in the afternoon sun, legs spread apart. As I
was dozing off, Leo came out of his cool hideout under the deck, and
attracted by the powerful caramel smell of the lotion, started licking
me between the legs without any warning. And he was doing it
vigorously, excited even more, I presume, by the strange looking thing
on my belly. I cannot describe that feeling, when caught between
pleasure and surprise, I hesitated to react immediately. Leo was still
a puppy in my eyes, just a little over one year-old.

	"As fate would have it, Mauro was in the shadows of the living
room, watching me intently, as he often did since he got confined to
the wheelchair. I knew he liked to ogle me, after all I was the one to
tease him sexually all the time; he only had to make choices from a
wide variety of show offs. That's how I got to wear only dresses, and
stockings with garter belts. Silk only, of course...

	"Anyway, he urged me not to move! The tone of his voice made
the situation even more bizarre. I didn't see any obvious reason not
to comply: the dog didn't know any better, it gave me pleasure and if
Mauro wanted that, it was OK with me. Leo kept licking my naked pussy
like there was no tomorrow, sending me to the sky and back a few
times.

	"I opened my eyes finally and the sight of the big dog going
down on me made me even hotter. By now, his penis was out of its
sheath and I was intrigued by the size and shape of it. Almost human,
except for the odd swell at the base. I looked up at Mauro, not sure
of what to do next. What I saw in his eyes left no doubt about his
desire. He nodded silently and looked at Leo's engorged tool. I turned
around, still on my back and took a hold of that strange looking cock.

	"I gave it a throughout examination, and slowly slipped its
tip into my mouth. It tasted a little funny but not unpleasant. Leo
was always very clean and well taken care of. A rich man's dog. As
soon as he felt the warmth of my mouth, he started humping rapidly,
pumping in and out like crazy. I almost choke when he came, flooding
my mouth with hot, bitter-salty squirts of sperm. It took me by
surprise, and fearing I'll choke again, I swallowed it all... I still
get hot thinking about the first time... "

	In front of me, the thighs were squeezing lightly the nested
peach, its velvety lips getting moist and swelling as she spoke. Under
the robe, my throbbing cock twitched painfully. Holy shit! I wondered,
in a flash, if she was doing it on purpose, or if she cared at all,
immersed as she was in reliving her memories. Before I could decide,
she spoke again.

	"Everything changed since that moment... That very night,
Mauro had me on my hand and knees on this very lion skin, buttocks up
in the air, all ready and thrilled with the anticipation of the
forbidden thing. Leo's training was about to begin. You see, we talked
it over that afternoon and I confessed to him that the idea of having
Leo for a lover excited me tremendously, provided he can be trained to
satisfy my needs.

	"Also, I felt my husband would be more secure knowing my
sexual needs were catered to by a dog he loved rather than by a
competing male. Mauro was alive with excitement! Realizing the dog was
initially stimulated by the smell of my tanning lotion, Mauro had
prepared a mixture of honey and caramel sauce, which he spread
generously over my exposed genitals. He knew how to get me hot and I
was going wild under his probing fingers. My own juices started to
flow, adding to the sweet mixture of the ointment. Mauro called Leo
over and let him lap at my behind for a while, before helping the dog
mount me and putting his prick in me with his own hand. I went berserk
with desire, but Mauro told me to hold still and allow Leo to find his
way in and get used to me.

	"And that he did, pushing in that huge cock in one stroke,
whining and starting to hump furiously against my buttocks. Leo kept
plowing me for what seemed an eternity, bringing wave after wave of
maddening orgasms. I cringed in pain when the bulge went in,
stretching my vagina like never before, but pain soon became pleasure.
Unspeakable pleasure! I was in heaven, fucked by a dog!

	"I remember looking back in haze from under my arms to see
Mauro watching us transfixed, his wheelchair only a few feet away. I
felt something growing inside me, stretching me to the limit, and
figured it had to be the knot at the base of Leo's cock. It felt huge,
and I realized he's gonna be stuck in me for a while, when jets of hot
liquid gushed inside me and down the inside of my thighs.

	"We stayed like that for a while, me panting and overwhelmed
and Leo awkwardly trying to dismount me. It took a while, but in the
end we got apart and I really loved the way he licked us both clean.
Mauro wheeled over and kissed me on the lips and told me we have found
a solution to our marital problems. We had indeed. It took about six
months to train Leo to be a true replacement for Mauro. And what a
perfect lover he became, learning all my needs, sensing all my moods
and obeying to all my wishes! How many males that you know would have
given up getting it in after being aroused, as Leo did in the
bathroom? How many can a woman talk out of it, when she doesn't feel
like having sex, Michael?"

	It became too hot all of a sudden. I had trouble breathing. I
couldn't believe this was happening to me. I just wanted to jump on
her and get lost between those sleek thighs, when she uncrossed her
legs and spreading them wide open, looked at me over her knees with
those emerald eyes, head straight, elbows propped on the chair.

	"Do you still want me Michael, now that you know that the
object of your lust is a dog's mistress?... You know, a few others
gave it a try since Mauro's death, but gave up when they were told Leo
would be part of the deal. Because there were a few others from the
many that wanted to have me. Some of them freaked out only seeing Leo.
They all lasted for a few days, one night stands in posh homes or
hotel rooms, since I could not have sex in my house with Leo around.
He's very possessive and seems to appraise people far better than I
can. Judging by the way he accepts you, I think he likes you. And so
do I, Michael. Are you game, stranger?"

	I couldn't take my eyes from her superb vulva. The darkish
smooth lips, swollen by arousal, were parted slightly showing the
moist inner flesh as the glistening clitoris came unhooded between the
teeth of the strange looking dragon. It stood erect and twitching in
the soft light. She brought her hand down, the red-nailed, long,
nervous fingers dipping into the wet folds of her cunt and started
tracing slow circles around her love bud. I almost leaped forward to
sink my teeth in the tantalizing flesh, when Mona warned me huskily:

	"Don't Michael! Not until Leo gets to know you; he can get
very aggressive if you touch me now. Have patience and let him get
used to you, otherwise he might jump you. There's a jar of honey
labeled Leo in the kitchen. Bring it to me and sit back and enjoy. We
got a show for you!"

	I got up in a trance and brought the big jar back into the
living room. Leo was already between her legs, aroused by the sweet
smell of her dripping pussy. He was whining and sniffing, trying to
get a better hold of his prey. She calmed him down, kissing his wet
nose and whispering in a low voice. Mona stood up and untied the
kimono, letting it fall at her feet. Her statuesque body was glowing
in the soft light, the heavy breasts sagging just a bit, the dark
large nipples quivering with excitement above a narrow waist and the
flat belly bellow. The fiery looking dragon was pointing downwards,
his open jaws about to bite the top of her labia.

	She winked at me as I sat back on my armchair, this time
taking my throbbing cock out in the open. I just wanted it to last
forever. Mona got down on her knees on the lion skin, her side towards
me. She took some magic honey from the jar and started rubbing it on
her pussy, slowly working her fingers in and out of those puffy outer
lips. She brought her chin down to the furry skin facing me, eyes half
closed, buttocks raised towards the ceiling.

	She gave a short twist to the spread with her knees and I got
treated with a three quarter view of the fingers sliding in and out of
her asshole, the relaxing sphincter engulfing more and more of the
honey-coated intruders each time. I was having a hard time slowing
down the rhythm of my pumping hand. Leo was circling her all this
time, whining and panting like a caged beast, oblivious to my
presence. For a moment I was afraid he might change focus and take
interest in my painful erection. He seemed to wait for a signal. This
was obviously a ritual between them, a well orchestrated play between
the woman and the dog.

	"Come Leo!"

	Mona was ready for action. The dog went instantly between her
spread thighs and started licking the anointed goodies. His back
almost brushing my knees, Leo went at it with delicate thrusts,
lapping the honey off the glistening openings. Long, strong licks,
punctuated by Mona's increasing moaning and writhing under the
invading tongue. The dog's huge purple cock was out now, standing a
full ten inches. My God, what a tremendous tool! Hard to believe Mona
could take all that, still... I started pumping my own erection
furiously.

	"Now Leo, put it in me darling! Let me have that gorgeous cock
of yours, my love! Now!"

	Obeying readily, the dog retreated and leaning on his hind
legs, mounted Mona, resting his front paws on her arched back. The tip
of his penis brushed against the woman's buttocks, but her hand came
over to help, aiming it directly at her waiting cunt. I stared in
disbelief how the slippery cock went in without effort, the ugly knot
butting against the stretched lips.

	Leo pumped madly and in a few strokes, he was all in! Holy
fuck! Whining loudly, the dog went humping at high speed, an
incredible fuck-machine. He would pump furiously for a few minutes,
then slow down, then pick up speed again. Chin buried deep into the
lion skin, eyes closed on a face distorted by a pleasurable pain, Mona
wailed like a wounded animal.

	"Ooohhh Leo, fuck me darling, fuck me hard. Yyesss, fuck your
nasty bitch Leo, fuck me gorgeous, yyyyeesss, give it to me baby,
ooohhh... "

	I was about to shoot my load all over them when she called out
my name. She had to repeat it for me to understand her words.

	"Come here Michael, let me suck you out of your pain...
Aaargh, come lover, I want that cock in my mouth now!" I was above her
face in a flash. She didn't even open her eyes when, bringing her face
up and straightening her arms in one fluid motion, she engulfed my
throbbing shaft. I just went with the flow. My mind was blank. There
was nothing outside the incredible pleasure her mouth was giving me,
her lips sliding up and down the shaft, playing hide and seek under my
glazed eyes. There was no time, no space, no nothing except the in and
out. The whole world was the size of my cock, stretching hot and moist
between its tip and her tonsils in an incredible journey of wet
advances and retreats. That's when my brain exploded and in the
blinding light I came like never before, the hot geyser erupting from
depths I've never known, never imagined...

	I could have died right then and there, with no regrets, no
farewells. My knees gave under me and down I went, my cock still in
her mouth; her lips still clamped tight around the shaft, she was
sucking the dear life out of me and moaning to death as her own orgasm
hit her, wave after wave of dog sperm flooding her insides.

	Leo was the first one to come out of it. He dismounted Mona
and dutifully licked both her and himself clean. When done, he came
around and licked her gently on the cheek, his eyes full of gratitude.
He sniffed for a while at my limp penis and then went to lie down next
to the fireplace with a bored look.