Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: sheila@aol.com
Subject: Kimberly (FF, dog, dom/sub)
Date: Sat, 21 Oct 1995 01:27:08 -0400

			       Kimberly

	We'd had a falling out. As I knocked on her door, my stomach
churned with the anticipation of dealing with what had been an
unfortunate misunderstanding. "Hi, Kimberly," I said softly when she
opened the door.

	"Come on in," she said, obviously feeling the same regret that
I felt. I walked in, trying to avoid her three dogs, and she led me
into the kitchen, offering me a chair, a drink and a smile.
Overcoming our anger was much easier than I had expected, and soon we
were talking like we had for the many years we had been as roommates.
Although we had lived in the same house for so long, we had kept our
lives so separate, and it took an incident like this one to make us
both realize we really enjoyed one another's company.

	The conversation ebbed for a moment or two, and Kimberly
walked over to the kitchen table. I began to feel anxious again,
thinking maybe I was wrong and Kimberly had not forgiven me after all.
The air had definitely changed.

	Kimberly placed her hand on my arm, and said to me, "You know I
really care for you an awful lot." Her eyes piercing mine, almost
pleading, I told her I cared for her too. And then surprisingly, yet
naturally, she brought her face to mine, opening her soft lips and
slipping her tongue between mine. The effect was intoxicating. The
kiss aroused every part of my being, particularly those she
accompanied by the gentle caress of her hands.

	All too quickly, she pulled away. "Let's go upstairs," she
instructed me, taking my hand and leading me there. Was there ever any
question that I would go? I don't believe so. In her room, I stood
uncertain, not sure where that kiss had taken us. Kimberly was on the
other side of the bed with her back to me. She turned her head toward
me, and asked, "Do you want me to be happy?" I could see her eyes, and
they told me she didn't think I did. Quickly, with concern, I
answered, "Of course, I want you to be happy. I want that more than
anything... " But she turned away again, as if unable to believe the
sincerity of my words. "Kimberly," I begged her. "Please, I really do
want you to be happy. What would make you happy?"

	"You could make me happy. Would you do whatever I asked of
you?" she asked uncertainly. "Without question? For me?"

	"Yes," I answered immediately, swept away by the emotion of
the moment.

	She was silent for ten or fifteen seconds. "Then take off your
clothes and lie on my bed," she told me softly. But in her eyes was a
firmness I hadn't seen before. At first I was startled, but the memory
of her sweet and passionate kisses reminded me it was obvious what
would make her, and me, happy.

	I did as I was told, and she also undressed quietly in the
corner. As she took each piece of clothing from her body, my desire
for Kimberly grew. Of course, my late night dreams sometimes involved
women, but I was not a lesbian. How had I not before discovered the
depth of my need for such an encounter? When I saw her breasts, I
immediately imagined by mouth and hands covering them. When I saw the
gentle curve of her hips, I could feel my teeth softly biting the
flesh. When I saw her pussy, I was overcome by an incredible need to
feel, smell and taste her wetness.

	She woke me from the midst of my thoughts with an instruction
to lie on the bed. As I moved across her bedclothes, my clit throbbed
disappointingly. "Spread your legs," she said. "Wide. I want to see
you." I complied, knowing in my mind that, in that simple act, I was
giving myself over to her completely.

	Kimberly moved toward me across the bed. First, her hand
touched my inner thigh, brushed against my clit and I quivered. Then
her mouth was on my nipple, her tongue circling, teasing. My nipples
hardened, pained by the lust going on inside me. Her hand moved to my
other breast, and she moved up to kiss me, her tongue moving its way
forceably into my inviting mouth. Sinful thoughts filled my mind as I
embraced the realization that there was no experience like that of
being kissed by another, lustful women.

	And then her tongue left my mouth. As I opened my eyes, I saw
her body moving past me, up close. I was confused at first, but then
my eyes came to rest on the tuft of hair just below her flat belly.
The hair was glistening wet; her lips were swollen, inviting me in;
she was so close, the smell of her pussy was intoxicating.

	Kimberly looked down at me and said, "You're going to lick
every last drop of my juices from my cunt." And she was right. I moved
my face into her bush, quickly finding her clitoris with my tongue and
massaging it as I knew she would want. My mouth open wide, I drank her
juices as my tongue moved from stimulating her clit, to reaching deep
into her pussy, and back again.

	"Yes," she breathed, "you do want to make me happy. And I want
to make you happy as well."

	Her sensuous words moved me even more toward a single goal of
pleasing her. I ate her with a passion, and soon I could hear and feel
her moving quickly toward an intense climax. Just before she came, she
grabbed the back of my head with both hands firmly. Quickly, I knew
why. As her orgasms racked her body, her cum flowed relentlessly into
my mouth and down my throat. It spilled over the edges of my lips and
ran down both sides of my face and onto my neck. My face was covered
with her juices. My tongue was trapped by the tight, pulsating rhythm
of her pussy, forced into prolonging her pleasure.

	And she moaned, and when she stopped, that was how I knew she
was spent. Even when she finally released me, I still felt like I was
still being used by her for a few moments. Gradually the feeling
subsided and I lay back in the pillows.

	Relaxation did not last long as my mind began feeling again
the pain of needing my own release. I opened my eyes, expecting to
see Kimberly lying on the bed in her state of euphoria. But instead,
she was standing at the edge of the bed, her eyes intense as she
looked at me.

	"Now I want to make you happy," she said. "That would make me
happy as well. Do you still want me to be happy?"

	"Yes," I answered.

	"Then you will still do as I say?" she asked.

	"Yes."

	"Then lie back and close your eyes."

	She began talking about our time as roommates. She told me she
knew there were times when I was lonely in my downstairs bedroom. She
said she could feel my need from her own room. And she told me that
was when she heard me calling Sasha, her miniature poodle, into my
room. She told me she knew that I asked Sasha into my bed, and that I
placed her between my legs, and that -

	I gasped and opened my eyes, looking around for a way out. But
when my eyes met hers, she asked again, "Do you want me to be happy?"
And I said yes, knowing there was no hiding from the truth here.

	"Then close your eyes," she instructed. "I want you to be
happy, too."

	I lay with my legs slightly spread and my hands by my side.
And soon I felt the three dogs jump on the bed. I was shaken that my
most private world had been shattered, and now I was being forced to
face it publicly. But the dogs knew their business and immediately two
of them were at my breasts, licking around each one but focusing their
rapid, wet tongues intently on my nipples. The third puppy, Sasha,
quickly found Kimberly's juices on my face and neck, and she ate
ravenously, reminding me of myself only moments before.

	Quickly my humiliation began to fade and the pain of my lust
began to intensify. It wasn't long before the dog's keen noses were
drawn to my throbbing, wet pussy. I took a deep breath as two of the
three dogs found my cunt and began vying for access to its rich
rewards. But no sooner had I felt the first of those strong tongues
move greedily across my clitoris, than Kimberly ordered them away with
a sharp command.

	I moaned, and opened my pleading eyes to hers. But she asked
"Do you want me to be happy?" I knew my only answer could be yes, and
when I voiced this she said, "You would make me happy by making my dogs
happy, like you're doing now. Will you do what I ask?"

	"I will do anything you ask."

	Kimberly told me to sit up and she instructed John Boy onto
the bed. John Boy was her medium-sized, golden Labrador. He jumped up
eagerly and rolled onto his back, clearly anticipating attention from
me or Kimberly.

	"Massage his balls," Kimberly said. "That would make him very
happy."

	So I reached out and took hold of his large, hard balls, and
began fondling them between my fingers. John Boy was clearly enjoying
the feeling, because his body began to stiffen and he looked at me
with a clear, determined gaze.

	"Now, suck his balls," Kimberly instructed. And my mouth
actually wanted those puppy's balls. I moved my tongue through the
hair to the skin of those two hard spheres, and them sucked each of
them into my mouth. My mind was filled with the desire to show
Kimberly that I was lavishing on him the same devotion I had toward
achieving her pleasure.

	My concentration was interrupted by Kimberly saying, "Look, he
wants you." I open my eyes and looked up, my mouth still covering his
balls, and saw his moist, wet dick grandly announcing its arrival. All
nine inches. "Take his dick into your mouth. I want to see you lick it
and suck it," Kimberly demanded in a soft, but firm voice.

	And I did without question. Soon John Boy began to moan and
squirm, and Kimberly said, "It's time." I looked at her questioningly,
not understanding what she meant as she came over and helped John Boy
to his feet. She looked straight at me and said, "My dog is going to
fuck you. Get on your hands and knees."

	It was then that I started to see that Kimberly was hotter now
than she had been even in the heights of her orgasm minutes before.
Her eyes blazed. I looked down between her legs and saw her cunt
juices were free-flowing down the insides of her thighs. She wanted to
watch me being fucked by her dog. She wanted me to be humiliated, and
she wanted me to do it willingly.

	And suddenly I was humiliated. I knew I was being used. And I
knew I was going to let John Boy fuck me as long as he wanted, as long
as she wanted, as many times as she wanted, and whenever she wanted. I
was in too deep, and I had to make her happy.

	I turned over onto my hands and knees and instantly John Boy
was upon me. There was a low growl in his throat near my ear, and I'm
not sure if Kimberly helped him, but his dick pierced my cunt with
lightening speed. And he pumped into me like no man had ever done
before, without care for my pleasure, as if his mind thought only
"Fuck the bitch! Fuck the bitch!"

	I craved every second. With each thrust of his penis, I
wanted, needed the next one. But that didn't matter; my pleasure was
immaterial here.

	John Boy went at me for quite some time, encouraged by
Kimberly's words: "Yes, that's it... fuck her... do her...
humiliate the bitch... she wanted a puppy, well now she's being
fucked by one flow hard because I knew I was pleasing her.

	John Boy came inside my pussy, his cum shooting from his dick
again and again. He did not stop until he was good and ready to stop.
When he was done, he pulled out, jumped from the bed and lay down to
lick himself clean; this last act proving how used I had been.

	I lay down on my back, uncomfortable, uncertain, when
Kimberly said, "It's not over yet." And she was right. Sasha and her
other dog joined me on the bed, and made immediately for my pussy. I
spread my legs wide, and they began to lap up my juices and John Boy's
cum from the insides of my thighs, my lips and deep inside my pussy.
They both fought over my juices but there was plenty for everyone.
Each swipe of their tongue gathered up my juices and then triggered my
clitoris, thus producing another wave of juices. The cycle was
endless.

	Through my ecstasy, I heard Kimberly say, "This could be the
last time... " and I gasped, "No!"

	"Please don't let them stop, Kimberly. Tell them to keep
eating my pussy. I'll let John Boy fuck me whenever he wants, just
don't let these puppies stop licking my cunt."

	So, Kimberly gave me what I asked for, ensuring I would be a
slave to her sexual desires for as long as she wanted me. The two dogs
licked me faster and faster, finally one settling on my clit while the
other tried to keep up with the flow of cum and pussy juices pulsing
from my hole. At last, my orgasm hit me like an explosion. Waves and
waves of pleasure flew over me while the dogs continued their work. It
seemed to last forever...

	Some time later I woke, and the bedroom was empty. I got up
and dressed quickly, embarrassedly, just as Kimberly would have
planned it. I went downstairs and headed toward the front door, my
eyes to the floor. Kimberly was in the kitchen cooking.

	"You've made me happy," she said without turning. "And you'll
make me happy again."

	As I reached the door, John Boy was there blocking the way and
looking at me intently. He stood staring at me for a moment, not
letting me pass. And I just stood waiting. He walked over to me,
sniffing my pants and shoes, and walked around me. When John Boy was
in front on me again, he shoved his nose hard into my crotch and
sniffed, clearly claiming what was his. He looked at me once more,
then turned and walked away.

	It was then that I left, knowing I would be back very soon.