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Have Fun Will Travel
by Zwolfen (no address provided)

***

A provider of fun times for kinky people has his own 
kinky woman he has to handle. (MFF, exh, swinger, 
orgy, beast, ws)

***

My Ruthie has her picture in most decent dictionaries 
twice. One as; "BLONDE-JOKE" and the other as; "SLUT". 
It only bugs me when either or both of them screw up 
my plans, like today. I had a couple of deliveries to 
make up at Malibu and then was looking forward to a 
nice run up the Coast Hwy. on my Norvin motorcycle, 
But Ruthie had opened her mouth twice. 

The "blonde" one told some guy about me and gave him 
my card, the "slut" one then sucked off the guy while 
he read my card and asked questions that even if she 
stopped sucking, she wouldn't have had answers. I 
usually don't have to answer questions when I chose to 
give someone my card. I've usually given them a "lead-
in" before I hand them my card. Ruthie never did that 
and every time the bitch gave somebody my card, I 
always had to "explain shit". 

I never was able to explain it to Ruthie and have her 
grasp the concept. "FUN" is also a noun. I arrange to 
provide FUN and I will TRAVEL to do it. My card is 
brief: HAVE FUN-WILL TRAVEL. I sort of stole the idea 
from an old TV western. It then has a dedicated cell 
phone # and e:mail address that may as well be a PO. 
Box. 

I knew enough not to set that sort of thing up, 
instead having someone do it that DID know how do it. 
Ninety-percent of the use the phone and e-mail get is 
appointment times, FUN needed and a credit-card down 
payment billed as "consulting" of 25% of the price of 
the needed FUN. The other 10% of my minimal 
equipment's use is "explaining it" to some schmuck 
that Ruthie had blown and given my card. 

One occasion I made the mistake of answering the phone 
instead of letting the message do it. I usually make 
"call-backs" with disposable phones. This happened to 
be the time that the schmuck actually called while 
Ruthie was on her knees with his cock in her throat. 
At least that's what he said before I told him he'd 
"better get tested after" and hung up. His crowd 
didn't mingle in my crowd. Ruthie got really pissed 
after that one and stayed mad until the blonde part 
forgot why she was mad, that was about two hours. 

No bike ride today. Both me and my drop-top, XK-Jag 
were headed to my first delivery with a naked Ruthie 
in the passenger seat, doing her best to cause traffic 
chaos by flashing her naked bod to anyone that wanted 
to look, even to a lot of folk that weren't supposed 
to look but were anyway. Ruthie does have a killer 
bod, "5' 8" 115 to 120 lbs. skinny with huge tits and 
perfect nipples, prime for piercing, isn't pretty in 
the classic since but attractive and she has this 
KILLER BODY." 

On the rare occasions I risked "tickets, fines and 
possible court-dates" by going "out" with Ruthie, she 
", was mistaken for Goldie Hawn, "more than once. 
Giggles Goldie Hawn with great tits. Made her very 
popular with the Laugh-In fan clubs. It compensated 
for a her lack of other things, like judgment and 
common sense. 

This run was all small packages of FUN. I could've 
done it on the bike. Because I NOW had to deliver a 
much bigger package of FUN after my routine 
deliveries, I had to bring the Jag. This client route 
only knew two of my vehicles, the bike or the Jag. 
This wasn't the time to show up in a "strange" 
vehicle. Especially with Ruthie along. She was the 
bigger FUN package I had to deliver instead of doing a 
nice ride up the coast. Ruthie's "Blonde Moments" 
could add up to a year or more. 

If the money hadn't been over the top, I would've shot 
her down and told her to take the bus. But I was 
delivering, waiting for their fun to be over and 
taking my FUN back with me. Ruthie's latest schmuck 
was paying $20 grand to have her do a gang-bang with 
ten guys and another $10 grand if she'd have sex with 
a dog. The guy didn't mean a really ugly dude, $10 
grand if she does some guy's prize-winning, Great 
Dane! A blue-blood mutt! Ruthie doesn't say no, at 
least I've never heard her say it. She hadn't told me 
yet if she'd said, "No!" to the extra ten. 

It was never about any money with Ruthie. It was just 
one of her ways of keeping score of her antics. She'd 
do all the same sex twists for free with a couple 
drinks and a joint or snort of blow, just maybe she'd 
be a wee bit more particular, but not much. $20 grand 
or $30 grand, I told her I was pulling up the tent 
pegs at mid-night and heading back to my place. If she 
stayed, she stayed. 

I pulled onto the small, garage-apron of my first 
stop. "If you get out of the car, I'll..." It's hard 
to threaten a sex-addicted, dim-bulb, with anything, 
DON'T get out of the car." I managed to make a fairly 
quick in-and-out with my delivery but I wasn't quick 
enough. Ruthie was still in the Jag, except now she 
was lying across the brake-handle tunnel and onto my 
seat with her legs spread wide, feet on the door-top 
of the low-slung roadster. 

One of her hands playing with her big, firm tits and 
long, hard nipples while her other was shoving fingers 
in and out of her cunt. I'd seen this act a LOT. Just 
not in my Jag and while she was talking to three guys 
that were taking pictures of her with their cell 
phones. But then Ruthie loved an audience, ANY 
audience. One younger guy was so close, he could use 
the pic for an OB-GYN exam. Ruthie made sure he got a 
good close-up as she spread open her shaven cunt with 
her fingers. 
 
"Ooops, sorry, boys. Here comes the boss and we gotta 
jet. Next time, I'll stay and you can take more 
pictures, even videos if ya want. We can have some 
REAL fun as I'm sure y'all have really nice cocks that 
could use a hot mouth and juicy holes. Bring some 
friends. I love cum and will even drain the condoms if 
you want to use them." Ruthie could "sell herself". 
She pulled her fingers from her cunt, most likely, her 
asshole as well, making a show of licking off all the 
juices. Ruthie was a slut but she always tasted good. 

Her cunt had been filled with a lot of different stuff 
in the past but her pussy juice is always tasty. Her 
orgasm squirts were famous. She was like a geyser when 
she had one of her monster climaxes. I've seen her 
have a series of them and saturate carpeting if nobody 
bothers to drink the stuff. I liked swallowing her cum 
flows. Ruthie blew kisses and shook her ample tits at 
"the boys" as I headed the Jag to my next stop. 

My next two stops were as quick without the 
distractions of strollers for Ruthie to entertain. It 
was the last stop that had me a little worried. The 
client's outdoor deck was next to his carport and 
Ruthie had provided FUN at more than one of his 
parties, just not with me. He was doing a party, I'd 
arranged for the four extra FUN gals delivered earlier 
by limo, I wasn't slipping in on the bike and slipping 
out... I was making an unintended entrance for all, 
with Ruthie! 

A few of my other female acquaintances aren't real 
fond of Ruthie's, enthusiasm. It was futile asking her 
to put on the three tiny bits of cloth she called a 
bikini.

Wrapping the towel she was sitting on around her was 
even more futile. I just said to hell with it and 
turned onto the beach access road. My luck was running 
low. There was a deck party in full-swing as I pulled 
in. All the gals were topless and I wasn't quite sure 
of my four, or how they felt about Ruthie. She was 
sitting up on the back of the Jag, waving before I 
even got to a stop. No coaxing required to get naked 
Ruthie over the railing and in the midst of it all. I 
met my customer in his den and he took delivery. He 
was a GOOD customer. I almost trusted him. 
 
"Why don't you leave Ruthie here, Cracker? She'd be 
good for at least ten or fifteen blow jobs. There's 
plenty of wet pussy for her to lick, too. Those four 
you had dropped off are excellent. " Ruthie had no 
qualms about doing anyone... man, woman, both at once 
or in large groups, race or color didn't matter. I 
guess "species" might come up later. My nickname 
w/folks I like is, "Cracker". I used to use July 4th 
stuff to blow shit up and my brother hung me with it. 
I was always "Crackin' somethin' open" w/ a 
firecracker or some other gun-powder thing. 
 
He led the way from his den out to the deck. "See? 
She's fitting right in!" Ruthie was standing in the 
middle of a group of guests, four men and one of my 
FUN I knew, Jackie is a gorgeous woman and had a 
bikini as small as the one Ruthie was wearing when I 
picked her up. The guys all had their hard cocks 
sticking out from the shorts and Jackie had the 
string-crotch of her suit thong pulled to one side, 
her pussy as hairless as Ruthie's. They would get 
along. Ruthie was chatting away holding a beer in one 
hand while she took turns stroking the hard-ons of the 
group with her free hand. 

The guys were taking advantage of the fact that Ruthie 
was more than willing to let them play "touchy-pokie-
squeezy" as much as they wanted. Both her tits were 
being heartily squeezed and her nipples pulled and 
pinched. She had her feet apart so the guys could take 
turns stuffing fingers or beer-bottle necks in her 
dripping sex holes, all the while rambling on about 
something in her "blonde mode" verbiage. Ruthie even 
squeezed her own tit so the babe could suck on the 
nipple that looked about to burst open.
 
Jackie seemed to be the only gal that was enjoying 
Ruthie's entrance, I immediately spotted my other 
three Fun gals. They were with two others watching the 
show but my three were looking daggers and hypos at 
me. I just shrugged. Shit happens, it's how you clean 
it up that matters. Once again, cleanin' shit up 
involved Ruthie. "C'mon, Cracker. Let her stay long 
enough to at least give the guys blow jobs." 

My ogling client would've given me back my "no-
refunds" delivery and a generous tip had I let Ruthie 
stay. I don't kick when they're already down. It makes 
for bad PR. Even Jackie wouldn't answer my calls along 
with the other three, if Ruthie stayed. 

She'd stay until there wasn't any sex juice of any 
kind left to swallow or nothing hard enough to stick 
in her cunt and asshole. Then finish off Jackie. It 
was no-win for me. It would make us late to her gang-
bang and make me even later getting this ordeal over 
with. Ruthie had made that gig on MY card and I wasn't 
going to be late, even for one of her schmucks. Now 
all that was left was for me to convince Ruthie. 

My pleasant afternoon ride was becoming more and more 
a huge pile I'd stepped in. "Sorry, pal. This was a 
scheduling problem. I'm sorry. I've got to go and 
Ruthie, too. Next time." He didn't believe I could do 
it. If he knew Ruthie, 

You had to know how to make Ruthie do what you wanted 
her to do. If all you want her to do is fuck and suck 
with a show, it's as easy as breathing. If you want 
her to LEAVE a place where she's about to fuck, suck 
and show, that took some "handling" or she'd lock-down 
into full-on slut mode and be there until, well, 
nothing's left but Ruthie wanting more of the same. 
Ruthie was enjoying the glares of the gals more than 
the grope and poke of the guys. 

I knew how to snake her out. I got a fresh, unopened 
beer and slid in behind Ruthie's naked ass. Her ass 
fans made room. I handed her my beer. "Open this for 
me." Hardly blinking, she placed the cap between her 
pearlie whites and popped the cap and was about to 
spit it out. Then it hit her. She handed me my opened 
beer and looked at her glaring gal group before 
spitting out the cap. 

"Gimme that. We'll share it. Let's blow this pop 
stand!" The guys all got a wet kisses on their cocks 
and Jackie even got a long, lingering lick of her 
dripping, bald pussy. I just shrugged and followed 
Ruthie to the Jag, the group speechless. The beer 
trick was the only signal Ruthie would heed. She knew 
I meant biz and $20-$30K was BIG BIZ.

I knew where the schmuck lived so I didn't have to pry 
directions out of Ruthie. It left her free to continue 
her "Highway Chaos" attempts. Her naked, road-antics 
are easier to sort of control on a freeway or even a 
decent arterial highway. The driver can speed up or 
slow down and kind of keep her exposure to a minimum. 
I had a problem none of her other "stage" drivers had, 
The Jag was right-hand drive. I 'd bought it in 
England that way. The only way I had even a chance of 
minimizing Ruthie's show was to dial in at about 70 
mph in the left lane. 

That kept her side to any median or concrete dividers. 
The Jag was so low-slung, even that wasn't much. Not 
to mention, low-slung, vintage, British red sports 
cars, camped in the passing lane at 10 over the limit, 
draw attention of the guys with expensive ticket 
books. A naked woman doesn't reduce the amount of the 
fine. But Ruthie was the exception to a whole lot of 
rules and regs. I'd been on long drives with her doing 
her Road Show and once she's on the truckers' CB 
alert, it's all over. From then on, you only get to go 
as far and as fast as Ruthie, and a whole shitload of 
truckers in really big trucks, allow. They'd set up 
the "stage" ahead of us. 

Then it was simply a matter of boxing us in, one in 
front and back and another on a side. The open side 
was for the truckers to pass by for their own "Ruthie 
Show". I finally took out the CB radio I had in my 
SUV. Ruthie "taking requests" could get dangerous at 
55 mph, sandwiched between a bunch of horny drivers in 
100,000lb rigs. If we got spotted by a convoy of them 
in the Jag, I'd be late. They'd "herd us" until we ran 
out of fuel or we were "escorted" into a REST STOP. 
Ruthie had sucked off cocks in those men's rooms more 
than often. 

I had a couple of clients that lived up in the hills 
by Ruthie's schmuck. I'd been by his place and its 
routine, iron gate. This section of the hills was 
webbed with small, narrow, access roads, "Private 
Drives" and alleys. The "main street" was for the tour 
busses and the ones trying to find an address. I drove 
Ruthie in the back way, hoping the road wouldn't tear 
out a muffler or oil pan. These roads weren't often 
"tended to" by the City. Most of the big holes were 
filled by some Latino gardener mixing up a bag of 
quick-set concrete. Small holes needed to be avoided 
in the Jag. 

I pulled out of a "Private Drive" onto the main road 
and turned directly into the schmuck's gate. I didn't 
even have to push the button to get the intercom. The 
vid cam was already picking up Ruthie's show and the 
gate swung open. Lots of exotic cars in front but I 
slid the Jag into a spot by the steps and Ruthie 
jumped out and ran up the few steps to greet her 
schmuck. He swatted her butt and she went into the 
house as he walked down to greet me. "Mr. Cracker, 
Justin Casey. Thanks for doing business with me. I 
hope it can continue. Come with me." 

I followed Justin Casey schmuck into his house and 
back into what would be called a study if it had any 
books on the shelves, just artwork I didn't 
particularly like. He sat at a desk and pulled out a 
thick, manila envelope. "$20K, I have another $10K 
here. Do I give it to you?" I put the manila envelope 
in my coat. 

"That $10K is between you and Ruthie. I'm telling you 
what I told her; I leave at midnight. It's up to her 
if she goes with me. You've paid me and I'll stay 'til 
midnight to take her back with me. Up to you." I sat 
in a leather arm chair. "Got a beer?" Schmuck opened a 
small, decorative fridge and handed me a bottled 
import of some sort and made a little show of his 
ornate bottle opener. I wondered if he'd see Ruthie 
open a bottle with her teeth. 
 
"Relax and let me speak with my guests, and Ruthie." 
Schmuck left and I scanned the room. Nothing jumped 
out at me except I wasn't wild about Justin Casey's 
taste in interiors. My critique was interrupted by 
what I expected, Ruthie going bat-shit blonde crazy. 
"Cracker! Please stay. You promised until midnight. 
PLEASE? I promise, midnight." I got a wink and just 
sighed. I'd made a deal. "Thank you, sweetie." I got 
as kiss and she left. 

"Got a TV someplace quiet?" I looked at schmuck and 
his grin he thought was sly. He didn't know how to 
handle Ruthie. 

"You're more than welcome to join in or just watch. 
Please. Join us." His sincerity was wasn't convincing. 
 
"Thanks. Maybe later."
 
"Most every room but this one has a TV, make yourself 
at home, look around and enjoy. The main entertainment 
room has a big screen and bar. One of the help can 
show you the remote. We'll be in the playroom." I 
wasn't surprised at where they'd be or what schmuck 
called it. I just wanted some quiet and maybe get 
lucky with a televised car or bike race. I'd seen all 
of Ruthie's shows, unless she decided to go the extra 
$10k. 

I found a quiet, guestroom and a channel with a pre-
recorded sedan race from Europe. I'd just finished my 
second beer and was wondering why my watch seemed to 
have stopped. In a half-state of awake, a naked Ruthie 
plopped in my lap and brought me out of my pre-nap. My 
first instinct was to shove her to the floor. But she 
smelled clean and fresh and wasn't all caked with 
whatever, as she usually was after a gang-bang. "I 
took a shower. All clean! I sucked them all off and 
swallowed all their cum like a good girl. They fucked 
my ass and cunt and I got a couple of them to both 
stick their cocks in my cunt while I sucked another 
one. 

They're OK guys. It's not even ten o'clock yet, and 
I'd really like to go for the other 10K. But I won't 
do it unless you're here. I can just keep sucking them 
and let them stuff things in my cunt or fuck me but I 
want to try the dog. PLEASE? You can keep all the 
money. I just want to try fucking and sucking a dog!" 
I looked at Ruthie. I knew her as well as anybody and 
probably better. It had been a long time since I had 
seen her quite this serious about something. It was as 
though a blonde-moment got short-circuited and she had 
a sincere thought. 

"I'll stay here as long as the dog lasts. The second 
he's done with you, you shower and we go. I'm ain't 
havin' a dog bitch ride in my car without a shower. 
You start in on what will be a cock farm of boners 
from watching you fuck that mutt and I leave you here. 
Not one kiss. GO! I'll be in shortly. Then you can 
start." I gave Ruthie my "sincere" stare. I used mine 
more than she used hers. It was better when she was 
dialed in. I saw the wheels click into place and a 
smile form and hers eyes go from sincere to sparkle. 
She even picked up on my "attitude" change. It was to 
be part of her First Time Theater. I got a wink and 
she ran back out the door. 

Justin Casey schmuck came in a couple minutes later. I 
turned off my race. The guy in front, when the 
checkers fell, would win. "Do I give you the extra 
10?" He held out a smaller envelope. I stood and set 
my empty on the table, avoiding the coaster as I 
looked at schmuck. This was becoming a "pride thing" 
with me. Now that Ruthie was going to do it and I'd 
arranged it, the stakes were raised. Word would get 
out. I had to control it. 
 
"Let's go back to your study. Lead the way. I'd get 
lost." Schmuck gave me a confused grin and headed out 
the door. I made my plan as I followed. I sat in the 
same leather chair and asked for a beer. Another 
confused grin and opener flourish. "Ruthie's going to 
fuck and suck your dog. You guys can all watch. Before 
anything happens, you'll all pose naked with Ruthie 
and the mutt. It's MY insurance no one, but the dog, 
yaps. I don't know you or them. It's my way or Ruthie 
leaves with me now. You got five minutes to decide." 
Schmuck jerked and then left the room. He wasn't 
grinning. He had three minutes left when he got back. 

"All agreed." Now for the money shot. He wasn't 
getting this for just $10K. 

"You don't need to ask anybody 'cause if they say no. 
It's a deal-breaker. I pulled out my disposable cell 
and punched in a number. "Helen. I need two FUN gals 
at this location. Jackie's close but she's busy. I 
need two like her. Thanks." Helen was my scheduler. 
I'd never actually met the woman but she was always on 
the same page or one ahead. 

"No one touches Ruthie when she's done with the dog. 
The other FUN will be here in plenty of time. Those 
guys can't have much left. They'll suck and fuck all 
you can manage to give them. Ruthie will do your dog 
until the dog won't LET her do him. I need the 10 and 
20 more. If she doesn't fuck and suck him, you get 
your money back and we no longer ever do business. If 
this goes smoothly, I might accept your call."

I got a blank schmuck stare. Then, just like Ruthie, 
the wheels clicked and he went to his wall safe and 
pulled out two more envelopes. He handed them and the 
first to me and I put it in my coat. "I'll get my 
camera. It's in the car." I left schmuck to his 
expectations. His were now mine. His were pure kink. 
Mine were business and legal and curiosity. I carry a 
good digital camera as part of my Jag "kit". Insuring 
vintage, British sport cars is tricky. If anything 
happens. I want pictures, not just licenses and policy 
numbers. It even had a good charge on the battery and 
a fresh memory card.
 
Ruthie stopped me before I made it to the playroom. 
"They're yapping and drinking. I'm so fucking hot I 
can't wait. I want to be your doggie bitch. I want to 
fuck and suck a dog for you. Not them, you. I'll be 
your bitch. Not like your other FUN gals. I want to be 
your only dog bitch." I knew Ruthie had fucked almost 
everything imaginable and a whole lot that most 
couldn't imagine. But this was a really big dog. 

I didn't know much about the practice other than it 
could be dangerous and painful if you didn't know what 
you were doing. I called Helen. She told me what to do 
and said I'd be fine. It was my turn for a blonde 
moment. I was stunned. My trusted, Helen-voice had 
told Ruthie how to suck and fuck a really big dog! I 
guess my rates would go up after this. My own 
realization wheels turned and I followed Ruthie into 
the playroom.

I was right about the group. The youngest might have 
been forty-five and none of them were in any great 
shape. If they had any lead left in their sagging 
pencils, it would run out just watching Ruthie. The 
woman was determined. I'd seen that look. Helen was 
right again. Schmuck brought in his prize Great Dane, 
Buster, again I wasn't surprised. I cut short 
schmuck's narrated, lengthy tribute to his jet black, 
almost blue-black, really big dog and got my required 
pictures. 

I could see juices running down the insides of 
Ruthie's thighs as she held the dog's collar. He could 
lick her nipples where he stood. Ruthie's 5' 8" looked 
shorter. She was stroking the dog and whispering into 
his erect ears. He seemed calm enough but he was a 
show dog and supposedly used to crowds and probes and 
stupid voices. I hoped he was cool with a "blonde-joke 
slut" voice, and smell. 

Justin Casey schmuck came up to me. I was the only one 
dressed. "I talked to the guys. This room has eight, 
closed-circuit video cameras. They want to tape it 
all. You get all the original tapes as long as they 
each get to buy copies." Schmuck pointed out the 
cameras. It was a professional installation. He opened 
a wood panel to show me the recorders. It was clean 
and neat and no secrets. I did know this stuff. 

"10 grand apiece for DVD's." Kinks are expensive. Nods 
were given and I hoped the 100 grand would cover the 
fines and my bail if this thing all went into the 
toilet. With a dog this big and powerful, about the 
only that would stop him if he went bat-shit nuts 
would be a large bullet in his perked up ear-hole. 
Hard to keep that a secret. 

The naked kinksters formed a sort of circle with large 
pillows. I saw Ruthie's eyes. Her blonde-slut, wheels 
were turning. It was like she was listening to Helen. 
She was walking slowly in a circle, with Buster beside 
her. One hand with a loose grip on his thick, leather 
collar. Her other was stroking his flanks and neck as 
she continued her whispering in his twitching ear. In 
a lap or two, Buster took a real interest in Ruthie's 
wet, smooth cunt. 

By now, she was leaving juice drops in her wake and he 
could smell just her. She began to stop and let the 
dog sniff at her cunt. Then she would walk a few more 
steps and stop, letting Buster whiff again. The 
sniffing became a lick and then rapid and more licks. 
She stopped and spread her legs, still whispering. 
Buster licked her cunt like it was a beef bone. I 
hoped he wouldn't try and gnaw. 

Ruthie got the huge head away from her leaking cunt. 
Her eyes were almost glassy. I could see little muscle 
spasms in her smooth belly. She was having mini-
orgasms. Buster began licking her face with his rag-
sized tongue. She licked and kissed him back. Licking 
at his tongue and letting his tongue push into her 
mouth. I saw the beast's cock begin to slip out from 
its furry sheath. It just kept growing longer and 
longer until the ball-sized knot, popped free of the 
sheath. 

If Buster were walking in about four inches of snow, 
his cock would leave a drag-line between his paw 
prints. It sprang up with stiffening jerks. Ruthie 
licked the slobbering jowls of her dog, now lover, and 
slid down the massive body to her knees. She gently 
took the long, jerking cock in her hands and stroked 
it long and slow. Again, she was whispering but you 
could get much of it. Buster was looking back at her 
fondling of his rod but stood still. 
 
"Good boy, Buster. Mommy wants to lick and suck her 
big boy's, big cock. Mommy loves her big Buster and 
wants to drink his sweet cock juices." My mind 
wouldn't allow me to "hear" my Helen-voice telling 
that to Ruthie. I'd never heard my Helen-voice even 
say, "damn". "Buster is mommy's boy. Mommy loves her 
big boy and his wonderful cock." Ruthie continued her 
stroking and pointed the stiff cock at her open mouth. 
The spurts of clearish, pre-cum began. It's how the 
male lubes a hesitant bitch, squirts his own cock oil. 

Ruthie let the long spurts of cock lube fill her mouth 
before she'd swallow and open for a refill. Buster 
obliged and she was gulping to keep up with his flow. 
I couldn't really "get into the moment". My "nice guy" 
was worried about Ruthie if Buster all of a sudden 
decided to take a bite of something, like her dripping 
cunt. I stayed alert and watched. The guys were 
transfixed as they stroked their own cocks. My soon-
to-arrive FUN gals may find empty nut sacks if they 
didn't get here pretty damn quick. 

Somehow, Ruthie got her big boy to lie down on his 
side, his gigantic head lolling with his tongue 
hanging out as he panted and seemed to enjoy Ruthie's 
oral attentions. She put her head on the big dog's 
side and held the long, spurting cock to her mouth and 
continued her long, smooth stroking of the cock-shaft 
parts that she couldn't stuff in her mouth, swallowing 
hungrily at the cock-lube offerings. She had her legs 
spread open and her cunt was doing its own drooling on 
the rug. 

She was still having mini-spasms of her own juices 
flowing out of her twitching cunt. "Mommy wants to 
drink her big boy's yummy cum sauce. Mommy wants her 
big boy to fill her belly with his sweet, puppy cum. 
Then mommy will make her big boy hard again so he can 
fuck his mommy in her cunt and asshole." Her flow and 
Buster's flow seemed to increase with her whispering. 
The guys were silent to pick up her every word. You 
only heard their squishing as they stroked their own, 
drooling cocks. FUN better hurry. 

Ruthie was squirming on her back as she sucked as much 
of Buster's cock as she could. Buster started to 
whimper and fidget and I stayed alert. Then I saw his 
haunches begin to jerk and a huge spray of white cream 
spewed out of Ruthie's mouth. From somewhere, one of 
the schmucks produced a clear, glass bowl. Ruthie held 
it under her chin as Buster's cock erupted with his 
cum load. Her throat was constricting as she held the 
head in her mouth and swallowed as much of his cum 
load as she could. The excess ran into the bowl and it 
was filling up. Then her own cunt erupted with her 
orgasm squirting. It sprayed her rapt audience of cock 
strokers. She kept stroking, sucking, swallowing and 
cunt squirting until Buster went kind of limp. 

Ruthie licked at the last gobs of cum seeping from the 
long cock's piss hole. Then she began to lick and 
caress the slowly shrinking shaft. "Oh baby, That was 
so yummy! Bitch mommy's big boy's puppy goo is 
delicious. Just relax now, baby. Mommy will make you 
hard so you can fuck your bitch mommy." She continued 
her whispered urgings and the licking and gentle 
sucking of the cock's pointed end. She only paused 
long enough to swallow down the dog cum that was 
pooled in the glass bowl. There was at least a cup of 
the cock cream. Her cunt gave another massive spray of 
orgasm as she swallowed the creamy liquid. She smacked 
her lips and went back to her "urgings". 

Buster's cock never shrank completely back into its 
furry sheath. Ruthie kept at it, gently sucking and 
fondling the length that was still protruding, even 
playing with Buster's massive ball sack. He was 
showing more interest and moved his head back as if he 
wanted to help with her licking. Ruthie turned her 
head and once again started tonguing and kissing the 
big mutt's drooling jowls and mouth. She switched from 
kissing and licking Buster's tongue to doing the same 
with his cock as it started growing again. 

Her whispers became mewing's of pleasure as she let 
Buster lick her mouth, tongue and face. As his cock 
hardened, she moved her hips and twisted around so 
Buster had complete access to her spread, flowing 
cunt. He went right to work with his huge tongue and 
in moments, Ruthie's mini-orgasms returned. Buster 
lapped all her cunt cream. 

She finally had licked and sucked enough that Buster's 
huge erection returned, his big knot popping from the 
sheath. She changed her tongue's target and began to 
lick at the gooey knot. "Bitch mommy's boy has such a 
pretty, huge cock knot. Mommy bitch wants her big 
boy's cock knot in her cunt and asshole. Mommy wants 
her Big Buster to fuck her with his beautiful cock and 
fill her with his yummy cock cream." 

Ruthie never actually let go of Buster's long erection 
as she got to her knees. She grabbed some of the 
pillows and put them in a pile. As Buster tried to 
keep licking at her cunt, she managed to lean over the 
stack of pillows and get Buster behind her. He didn't 
have to actually "mount" her. He was so big he just 
moved forward and stood on all four legs as she pushed 
his cock into her still dripping cunt. The massive 
erection slid in like a well-greased tube. There was 
certainly plenty of juices to provide lube. The 
pillows were already soaked with his cock lube and 
Ruthie's cunt sauce. 
 
Buster hesitated when his knot reached Ruthie's cunt. 
Then he made a push and the massive knot disappeared 
to her cunt. "Oh GAWD, baby! That feels soooo good! 
Mommy's big Buster fucks his Bitch so good!" Buster 
was moving his haunches as his knot kept him tied to 
Ruthie's cunt. He moved his head down and Ruthie 
turned back to start the kissing and sucking of 
Buster's big tongue again. Her mewing got louder and 
Buster was licking at her mouth faster. She managed to 
move the empty bowl under her cunt and streams of 
over-flowing juices began to fill it. 

Then Buster did his whimper and fidget. Ruthie dropped 
her head onto her folded arms and just thrust her hips 
back on Buster's cock and knot. He was shooting his 
second cum load into her cunt and she was clinching 
her pussy to capture it all. Ruthie's cunt could take 
large objects of any kind in her cunt but she also 
could flex her cunt muscles and it was like she was a 
teenager again. It takes a strong cunt to walk around, 
holding a long-necked, beer bottle in your cunt. 
Ruthie did it all the time as part of her "show". 

As Buster kept shooting her cunt full, she started her 
mewing's again. "YES, baby! Fill your bitch with your 
sweet puppy cream. Fill mommy. Mommy wants all her big 
boy's yummy cock juice." Buster finally seemed to 
relax. He was panting heavily and drooling on Ruthie's 
back and neck. His knot kept him tied and he stood 
patiently as Ruthie mewed her praise to him for 
fucking his mommy bitch. The bowl was catching small 
streams of cloudy liquid from her filled cunt. 

Buster's knot started to slip free from its hot, wet, 
hole in her cunt and then it popped free. Ruthie was 
like a cat as she put one hand over her cunt and used 
the other to hold Buster's cock. She lovingly started 
licking and sucking the cock, knot and ball sack, 
lapping up all the sticky, gooey juice mix of her cunt 
cream and the dog's cock cum. The big cock finally 
slid slowly back into its sheath with Ruthie sucking 
and licking until it disappeared. 

Buster moved off to one side and lay down, idly 
lapping at his own nut sack. Ruthie pulled the bowl to 
her and placed it under her cunt while she was on her 
knees. Then she moved her hand and began to press on 
her taut belly. The creamy-white sex juice mix flowed 
out of her cunt like a river. It was then that the 
other FUN arrived. I didn't have a clue who let them 
in. They were stunned watching Ruthie as they slowly 
stripped. Soon, they were also on their knees taking 
the spurting cock cum from the schmucks. 

They got here in time to swallow most of the meager 
loads. Ruthie was satisfied that her cunt was drained 
and she picked up the bowl, stirring the gooey white 
liquid with her finger as she licked her lips. With 
all eyes glued to her, she slowly raised the bowl and 
slowly let the goo run into her mouth. She wasn't even 
swallowing. The cream was running right down her open 
throat. 

Ruthie could take most cocks into her throat so it was 
no big deal for her to essentially chug a load of dog 
cum and cunt cream in her opened throat. She finished 
her snack and licked the bowl clean. Then she crawled 
over to Buster and lay her head on his side, again. 
Her fingers gently stroking the sheath as she thanked 
her Big Buster.

"Mommy's baby tastes so good. Mommy bitch loves to 
drink her baby's yummy puppy cum loads. Mommy bitch 
loves her Buster and his wonderful big cock. Mommy's 
boy can fuck his mommy bitch whenever he wants." I was 
standing to one side as a possible threat of Buster 
going bat-shit seemed passed. The FUN was still 
licking at offered, spent, limp cocks. Justin Casey 
schmuck joined me. "Can she get him hard again and do 
him?" 

"He's your dog, how the hell do I know? I'll give her 
twenty minutes. If he hasn't shown some signs of 
interest, she showers, we leave and you can do what 
you want with the FUN. I doubt they'll do anything 
with Buster." I underestimated Ruthie's talents. To 
everyone's amazement, Buster's cock slid out again. 
Schmuck returned to his viewing spot. Ruthie resumed 
her licking and sucking as she let the cock grow in 
her mouth. As his knot started to pop free, Ruthie 
held the long shaft and started her mewing's. 
 
"Good boy. Mommy bitch knew her sweet baby Buster 
wanted more. Mommy bitch wants her baby to fuck her 
asshole like you did her cunt. Does bitch mommy's boy 
want to ass-fuck his bitch slut mommy?" Ruthie had 
lapsed into her bitch character full-tilt. She was now 
a slut that was a dog bitch to fuck and suck dog cock. 
Buster seemed to sense he had a new bitch. This wasn't 
like making puppies for him. 

Ruthie took up her pillow position, only this time she 
guided the willing, huge, dog cock into her asshole. 
It didn't slide in as smoothly as it had in her cunt 
but she was persistent. His huge shaft end finally 
cleared her ass-ring and slid in up to his knot. 
Ruthie reached back with both hands and spread her 
taut, butt cheeks. "Good boy! Push, baby. Shove your 
wonderful cock knot into Mommy bitch's asshole." 

Buster obeyed and his knot disappeared into her 
asshole. The mewing's went on and again, everyone was 
transfixed, especially the FUN. They were oblivious to 
the flaccid cocks being rubbed on their lips and faces 
and the hands squeezing and pinching their tits. They 
were focused on Ruthie being ass-fucked by a huge, dog 
cock. I figured this wasn't going to increase Ruthie's 
fan base among the FUN group. It was just one more 
thing Ruthie did that they didn't. And didn't get 
paid, either.

"YES! YES! GOOD BUSTER! Fuck bitch mommy's butt. Fill 
my ass with yummy puppy cum". The empty bowl was 
positioned and after almost fifteen minutes, Buster 
whimpered and he pressed hard to Ruthie's butt cheeks, 
shooting another cum load into her. This time, her ass 
was so tight around his cock, nothing leaked out. He 
was filling her up with a dog cum enema. Like he did 
with her cunt, Buster remained tied until after five 
or so minutes, his knot and shaft slid out of Ruthie's 
now-gapping asshole. She was ready and before her 
asshole contracted, she jammed part of her fist into 
the large, rear fuck hole. 

Buster was a quick learner. This time he moved around 
to her mouth so she could lick and suck his cock and 
knot clean. Ruthie kept her fist in her asshole as she 
did her tongue-bath of the slimy shaft and knot. 
Buster finally moved away and lay down on a pillow off 
to one side. He was done.
 
Ruthie stood up, her fist in her asshole and her other 
hand holding the bowl between her legs. Then she eased 
out her fist and the cum flow from her opened asshole 
flowed into the bowl. The flow slowed and she used her 
fingers to wipe the stray goo from her ass and lick 
them clean. Then, as she had before, she swallowed 
down all the doggie cum and ass juice, licking out the 
dregs from the bowl. There was an audible sigh and I 
looked over to see one of the schmucks release a 
little dribble of his cum onto the lip of a Fun. 
Ruthie walked slowly over to her Buster. She squatted 
down on her heels right in front of his muzzle. 

He began to slowly take short licks at her spread 
cunt. "Mommy is now Buster's fuck and suck bitch. 
Mommy bitch wants her big boy to fuck her a lot and 
let me suck all your yummy puppy juice. Mommy bitch 
loves her big Buster." She leaned down, kissing and 
licking Buster's busy tongue. Then she stood up and 
looked at me and winked. She left the playroom, 
hopefully to go shower. Buster followed her. 
 
Justin Casey schmuck walked over to me as he was 
putting on a robe. The other guys were still trying to 
get hard in front of the FUN. "I'll get you the discs. 
You want a check? I don't have that much extra cash 
here at the house."
 
"Check is fine. Make it to 'cash'. It'll take me a 
week or so to get the DVD's made. I'll let you know 
and I'll deliver them here. You take care of who gets 
the copies. If any of this gets beyond those in this 
room, you and I are done. My FUN will be a memory for 
you. Get the discs." Schmuck looked as though he had 
just been threatened by a parent. He went to the wood 
panel, opened it and popped out the discs from their 
respective burners. He put them in plastic cases and a 
bag. 

"Not a word gets out. I promise. We'll pay top price 
for her to do it again. Maybe when the DVD's are 
ready?" Schmuck had a wishful tone to his voice. 
"Maybe. We'll see. The FUN will stay until you're 
done. Get them a cab home. Make sure you cover the 
fare." I didn't wait for an answer. Ruthie was in a 
near-by bathroom, in a shower stall with the door 
open. Buster was sitting in the doorway, watching her 
clean up. Protecting his new bitch? I didn't want to 
test him. I sat in the room and waited until she 
finished, dried off and kissed Buster. She was wearing 
a crisp, white T-shirt that didn't quite cover her 
tight butt and smooth cunt. She looked as good as a 
newly-fucked dog bitch should. 

"I'm ready. Thank, you Cracker." I was a little 
surprised at her demure attitude. I took my bag of A/V 
moments and followed her out to the Jag. I offered to 
put up the top as it was almost midnight and there was 
a slight nip in the air. "No need. The air will be 
nice." Ruthie was different. I got in and fired up the 
motor. After letting the fluids warm a bit, I headed 
back out the gate and took the regular route back 
instead of the local byways. Ruthie sat with her knees 
up and her chin resting on them. Her hands were idly 
playing between her legs. I let her be. It was about 
five miles before she spoke. 

"I want to do more dogs. I've never cum so much and so 
hard in my whole life. I want to be a dog fuck bitch. 
I'll be yours only. I want you to use me and have me 
suck and fuck dogs while people watch. I'll let you 
make videos of me sucking and fucking dogs. I want to 
do it more. I need it." 

Ruthie spent the rest of the ride home, humming and 
dipping her fingers into her once-again, wet cunt and 
licking off her cunt sauce. I drove to my place and 
she walked inside, almost trance-like. I usually 
didn't let Ruthie stay at my place anymore. She never 
let me get any sleep. I put my bag in the den wall-
safe and took a shower. Ruthie was naked, still on the 
couch when I went to bed. I'd deal with her and my 
Helen-voice in the morning. It had been an eventful 
day. 

I wasn't sure what woke me. Something and I was wide-
awake. I went to get out of bed and almost tripped. 
Switching on the bedside light, I saw Ruthie was 
curled up on the floor, next to my bed. She was sound 
asleep. I let her be and went and poured a stiff shot 
of bourbon. Getting back to bed, I turned off the 
light and pulled up the duvet. 

I heard Ruthie mumble, apparently in her sleep. "Yes, 
baby. Fuck your mommy bitch. Let mommy bitch drink 
your sweet cum. Mommy wants to be her big baby's fuck 
and suck doggie bitch." 

She drifted off again as I fell asleep. I hoped she 
was housebroken.

tbc

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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