Jon Reskind - Doggie farm

Yes, she could have been happy with him alone if things had been different, if he'd chosen to do anything else rather than play gentleman farmer out here on this old family plantation she'd inherited from her parents. But he'd been both ambitious and a profligate and she had frowned on neither characteristic, knowing that's what it took to make money in this evil world. Now, it their new dog-breeding and training business they were joining forces, combining their talents to make a small fortune. Best of all, it gave her an outlet to indulge in her own insatiable cravings at will, but she still could enjoy the sadistic pleasure of his ravishing cock when they both so chose, that act made more enticing by the extra-curricular activities they engaged in… like the one coming up.

"I'll call Diana on the intercom," she said, petting Paps' noble head beside her while she watched Milt walk toward their corner bar. Then in an aside, "You know, I really hate to sell Paps. What do you say we keep Paps and sell Samson instead. One more lesson and he'll be ready for any woman."

"Anything you want, lover. Buzz that idiot Jeff and have him bring in Samson and put Paps in your bedroom for later tonight," he winked.

Toni Baline lay quietly in her young boy friend's arms as he slept away his self-disgust. The immediacy of her desire had gradually dwindled, but the basic sensations still quavered in her belly and loins. God, there had to be something wrong with her! She had been almost on the brink of ultimate ecstasy… whatever that was… and suddenly it had been as if she were forsaken! Yet, she knew that Jeff would never knowingly forsake her… he loved her as she loved him.

For a guilty moment she thought of her parents, their closely knitted family, the security of Mobile, the swing on the back porch overlooking the garden, but prudently, she put it from her. She'd made her choice to defy them and stay with Jeff and she wasn't sorry. The almost-man who slept with her. God, how she loved him… And he wasn't to blame; it was her fault; she was too young, didn't know enough about sex yet, except that she loved it! Another time… perhaps, the very next time he could make her come, too. She could only hope, she reasoned… just as the intercom buzzed.

Tutting annoyingly, Toni reached over her sleeping boy friend and pressed the button. "Yes, can I help you?"

A sugar-sweet voice answered. "Yes, this is Aunt Claudia, Darling. Could you have Jeff go out to the kennels and bring in Samson." She demanded rather than asked. And then, "I know you two are sleeping, but I just have to pet that darling dog," she purred wickedly.

"Yes, Aunt Claudia, I'll tell Jeff right away." The honey-blonde reluctant shook Jeff's sweaty shoulder. "Jeff, Jeff wake up! It's Aunt Claudia and she has an errand for you. Quick!"

"Huh? Wh-What?"

"Come on, Jeff hurry up before they get mad at us!"

"What the hell do they need a dog for at this hour?" he groaned, shaking his head to spring open his eyes and, reaching down to poke his legs into his Levi's, muttered muffled obscenities to himself. Never would he understand rich people.

On the cobblestone path connecting the security-tight servants' quarters with the plantation home of the Baline's, young Diana Williams' blood temporarily turned cold, which was natural enough, she reasoned, having no certain idea of what was to be expected of her. At that moment, she was thankful for the two joints of fine-grade Columbian marijuana that the Baline's so generously kept available for their servants. Not that the Baline's weren't good to their help otherwise. Man, if it hadn't been for them, she thought, mentally counting off the paces to hedge where she turned right onto the breakfast patio, she would still be working the streets for that creep Eduardo who'd made the final arrangement for her permanent assignment with the Baline's. Had she known she had been sold body and soul, her reaction might not have been so effusively ebullient.

Her platform shoes struck echoes into the night as she struggled over the uneven pavement, then paused at the door and rang the buzzer. No one entered the Baline's home without first announcing… that included guests as well. And if her guess was right, she would be something less than an honoured guest at this private party. Sharon, the other servant who shared her cabin quarters had hinted at the Baline's freakish sexual activities, and so it was with a combination of fear and excitement that she, Diana, rang the buzzer.

The door opened before Diana had time to collect her wayward thoughts.

"What's the matter, Diana dear?" asked her female slave master. "You seem surprised to see me," she added with a seductive smile, her dark-eyes glittering rapaciously as she closed the door and slipped her arm around the shapely girl's slender waist, walking her slowly into the room toward the pillow covered floor. "I thought that after our little romp in the garden yesterday you would be dying to see me."

"Oh, yes, yes, I am happy to see you," Diana replied in partial truth remembering the statuesque vixen's ardent love-making, the vivid recollection, along with her caressing hand at her waist and tummy, adding to the tingling sensations that had begun in her loins. "Is Mister Baline here, too?" she asked, trying to figure out what lurid and lustful scene the Baline's had planned for her initiation. In the two months she'd been with them, her only encounter had been with Claudia in the garden… and that was a damned tempting appetiser!

Guiding her by the arm, Claudia walked the black servant into the romper room where Mr. Baline lay sprawled out on the oversized pillows, a loose hanging smoking jacket embroidered in rich burgundies and deep purples covering his otherwise naked body.

"Hello, Baby," the big man greeted without getting up, his smile still prevalent as his flinty eyes raked lecherously over her young body. Then, he raised a small glass to his mouth and downed it with one gulp. "Could we get you a drink?"

"N-No thanks," Diana said, pleased yet at the same time, a bit too frightened by the awesome sight of him then, felt her pulse quicken as she realised he was about to relax his upthrust knee bracing his foot against the carpet… and when he did, she gasped out, the sight of his massive, hardened cock sending a mixture of apprehensive chills and aroused excitement up her back. "Goddd!" she exclaimed.

Milt chuckled licentiously and gazed down at the jutting hunk of flesh with pride. "Like it, Sugar?"

"G-Goddd!" Diana repeated as Claudia tittered lewdly beside her. "I've never seen anything like it… even on the streets, and out there, man, you see it all!"

Again, Milt made an amused chortling sound and moved toward them, stopping not inches in front of Diana. "Maybe you better get acquainted with it, Sugar," he half-hissed, his eyes gleaming salaciously. "Let's take it in that hot little hand of yours and get the feel of things, okay?"

There was little in the vast realm of sex that Diana had not sampled in her life, but in the beginning it had been out of necessity and with unwanting bitterness; only with time and experience had she begun to know desire, as she did at that very moment, yet even as her young sensual appetite was mounting, so was her apprehension…

The buzzer sounded on the patio, and with a wicked smile Claudia swooshed through the room, her transparent negligee billowing in the breeze. She knew it would be that darling Jeff with the prize-winning Sampson in brace, a thrilling combination of manhood she'd be hard put to choose between, should the diabolic decision ever present itself. She would control herself… this time.

"Make it snappy, Baby," she heard her husband call out. "This cock of mine is ready to burst if it doesn't get some attention real fast, and I don't want you to miss the show."