Nicole Duval - The breeders

The convulsion of the girl's throat milked hard at Mario's already excited penis. It wasn't gonna last long but by God, it was gonna be one to remember, he thought. Holding her head firm and still between the flats of his hands, he began the rhythmic thrusts into her mouth, dragging it out until he could look down and see the coronal ridge peeking from her lips then pushing it firmly into the dark hole until he could see no light between her mouth and his guts. Each time he buried the spear in her throat, she swallowed and damn near bit the head off the thing. As he slid it out across her eager tongue, she sucked voraciously and tickled the big sensitive vein beneath it. He leaned over and sucked his stomach in to get a better view of his prick and her clinging lips. Once he pulled it clear out, accidentally, and it made a loud slurping sound when the suction broke loose. God damn, it was sexy watching the little broad sucking him off like that.

He pressed down on her shoulders and she sank a couple inches down on her haunches. Then he tipped her face up a little so he could watch the pistoning penis sliding through her wet lips from a better angle. Her eyes were closed… but her mouth was active. God, was it active! She was sucking harder now, so hard sometimes that it felt like the fat head would pop off and she would swallow it. But it felt good. He would be cumming soon. Already he could feel the streaks of pleasure squeezing through his loins and aiming toward her hungry mouth.

Carolyn ate at the long worm of flesh. The more she held it in her mouth, the better it tasted. The more she sucked the taste from it, the more it struggled to get away. She couldn't let it get away… suck harder, hold tighter. She clamped her fingers into his butt and squeezed hard. The delicious flesh was worming its way in and out of her mouth faster now, faster across her tongue. Sometimes she didn't time it right and she sucked at a man tit already gone… like then… it slid out of her mouth and left her gaping mouth open, mewling and begging for its return. And then it was inside her again, the hard-soft flesh with its oozing tit. She nestled down between the man's spread legs and angled her neck straight up like a baby bird begging for worms.

He bent his knees a little and rubbed the open pants crotch over her face. He was cumming. He was cumming! He lifted her head back up before his hot penis and started throwing the meat to her, HARD. Deep into her hungry mouth, deep, never bringing it out, just short fast stabs… until the force of his need spewed out in spurts and filled her sucking mouth. At the final explosion, he rammed it deep between her jaws and held her head hard against him so she couldn't move.

Her nose was mashed against the hard cords of his stomach and she was sure a sharp tooth had cut her lips where they pressed against his centerbone… but it didn't matter. The warm man tit had burst in her throat and the salty-sweet liquid had drenched her mouth. She swallowed… and again… and again… until all that was left was the lingering taste of sea water… and the contented feeling of saturation.

Slowly she sank down on her bent legs… and the once fat tit slid wetly from her slack mouth and fell loose upon the fly of Mario's pants. She gasped for air, breathing in long noisy breaths. Slowly, very slowly, the heat of her passionate nature died down… and she realized what she had done… and done willingly. She closed her eyes and hung her head down. God would never forgive her. No one would ever forgive her. She couldn't forgive herself.

Why was it, after the first terrible transgression, sin came easier?

Jason had been right, Carolyn thought to herself. After the first couple weeks, it had been easier. She no longer felt more than occasional twinges of guilt over her association with the dogs. It had become a job – with its unpleasant moments, with its gratifying moments as well – it was a job and it paid well. She longed to be free of it, sometimes during the long sleepless nights, but she seldom considered trying to leave Royal Benson Kennels. The hours were good.

She worked from four to five hours a day. In exchange for those hours, she received room and board and $300 a month, tax free… and all the orgasms she wanted, she thought mirthlessly. She was rapidly building up a nice nest egg… and an insatiable hunger for sex. Carolyn shrugged her shoulders indifferently. What the hell, there were plenty of dogs in training with Dane-sized dogpeckers and boundless energy. She no longer felt repulsed by their great cocks in her body. It gave her much pleasure… and the dogs were not to blame. They were devoted, well-trained, well-bred animals and only doing what they were systematically trained to do. They were clean, genuinely affectionate and eager to please. Why shouldn't she let them please?

Carolyn yawned. She had been up late last night watching a movie on her small television set. When time came to sleep, somehow she hadn't been drowsy and had lain there for several hours thinking about Royal Benson Kennels. She had made an important decision. When she had saved up enough money, perhaps $1500, she would leave New York and begin again. New clothes new hair style, new town… new life… one with a steady job, a nice young man and a normal sex life. She would tell everyone that she was allergic to dogs or something so she would never be put in a position of temptation from their proximity. It was an important decision, Carolyn nodded to herself. Yes, something to plan for, to think about, and to look forward to.

Meanwhile there was work to do. Jason had specifically asked her to come down to the lab early this morning, to complete her chores rapidly. Today she was to begin her 'solo flight' as it were. Dog show season began in less than a month and Jason wanted to prepare her to take over full charge of the special training section. Carolyn smiled ironically to herself. Funny thing, Jason had ceased to force his sexual attentions on her once she willingly accepted the dogs. When sexual union with the animals no longer repulsed her, he seemed to withdraw within himself. He became silent and brooding and his relationship with her was one of clinical sterility. He watched the couplings, studied the dog's techniques and made suggestions for improvement. He supervised their diets and their coat care. But his demeanor with Carolyn was no different than his attitude toward Mario, one of tolerance of the hired help, barely tolerant. Not that she minded, Carolyn thought gratefully. Jason's sexual prowess left much to be desired even if he could manage to get the pitifully limp thing in gear.

She heard footsteps at the door and the whir of the electric trip for the door but she went right on with her work and didn't turn around. The tread was light on the tile behind her. It was Jason.

"Good morning, Jason," Carolyn said tonelessly over the sound of running water in the sink.

"Hmmm? Oh, yes, yes." Jason muttered. "Did you see that envelope of A.K.C. pedigree forms? It came just recently and I'm sure I left it in here."

There was a frantic rattle of papers, cupboard doors opened and shut, and footsteps hurrying about. Like a rat, a large rat squeaking and scurrying about, Carolyn thought impersonally, and she didn't care for rats.

"I can't find them anywhere," Jason muttered to himself, "and I must register those pups before the opening show. Where in the world????"

Without turning around, Carolyn knew he was making a shamble of the small desk top where she maintained the intricate records of all her canine charges. It would take her an hour to straighten out the mess he made.

"They aren't in here, Jason." She hoped to discourage him from disrupting her work schedule. "I cleaned out that desk just yesterday. There's nothing in there except the lab forms. Are you sure they came this week? Sure they were brought into the lab?"