| Deborah’s Performancef/dGentle Readers,This is a story that is nearly all fiction. I do have Mastiff named Hector who is my lover. I have a friend named Deborah who knows about Hector and I. Deborah did make love with a near stranger in the middle of a wild party back in college. Deborah helped me write this, at least in some places. The story is her fantasy, but she says she is not tempted to try the reality. The rest is all fiction. Please view the first two parts of this story as a kind of writer’s foreplay. They set up the sex in the last two parts. Of course, if you just can’t wait, jump to Part III.EnjoyPart I: Max "Is this it?" Deborah asked nervously. Her mind was moving a light speed. Ever since she’d gotten in Kate’s car she’d had been becoming increasingly on edge. Her stomach was a tight little ball when she thought about the audience. It relaxed and a buzz of lust shot through her when she thought about finally being breed by a dog, Ever since I saw Susan Michelle mate with her dog Hector, I’ve wanted to experience it too. She seemed to reach a level of sexual satisfaction I didn’t know was possible. Right from that moment I’ve wanted to see what its like. Now I get my chance. "Yup. This is it. We’re early, the others will be here in a while," Kate replied, interrupting Deborah’s thoughts.Deborah, Kate, and Susan Michelle got out of Kate’s late model green Subaru Forester. Kate moved with assured grace, but the two younger women were both nervous. It was a warm afternoon in late September and sky was beautifully clear. Susan Michelle turned to Deborah. “There’s still time to back out.” Deborah nodded. “But I’m not going to. I’ve been fantasizing about this for five long months. I’m scared, but my panties are soaked, just from anticipation. They only thing I’m, worried about is Allan. I have a date with him tomorrow night, and we’ll end up in bed. What if he can tell?” Kate shook her head. “Douche and take in nice long bath tonight. You won’t feel any different tomorrow night to him than you would feel right now. Max will make sure that the claws on the dogs front paws are well covered. He won’t be leaving any tell-tale scratches on your back and sides. I’ll make sure the platform is the right height for him the dog to take you. If your sex is the right height for him you shouldn’t get scratched by his hand legs either. If you get scratched, wear a garter belt and opaque hose tomorrow night; wear them to bed. Most guys get extra excited when they feel your nylon covered legs wrap around them.” Deborah nodded. “Yeah, I did that for Allan last month. He loved it. Only problem was he came so fast I had barely gotten going. He did finish me up with his mouth. It was good, but not what I wanted. I had to give him instructions too, but that was kind of fun. As the three got out of the car they were observed by a white haired distinguished looking man inside the house. He came out to greet them. He was wearing gray slacks, a white shirt with a red and black smoking jacket over it with a black silk cravat. He walked over to the Subaru. He knew Kate. There was no mistaking her petite figure and white hair. She was in jeans, as usual, with and a simple white cotton long sleeve shirt. He’d known her thirty years and appreciated how trim she’d kept her figure. Secretly he’d always hoped to see one of his dogs breed her. But he’d mentioned it once, and she’d been definite in her refusal. As it was, every year or two she sent him a woman who wanted to know what it was like. He figured pressing the matter might end the stream of the willing, and cost him a friend. Turning his attention to the two young women he saw that they were in their twenties. The shorter one was in jeans too, with a bulky sweater. She was thin, had small breasts, wore glasses, and had uninspiring brown hair that came to her shoulders. She seemed to wear no make up, not even lipstick. But he noticed something about her when she smiled. She glowed. A quality that transported her plain looks to a kind of deep beauty. Max had learned in his long life that women with that glow wee very much in love with a man who loved them back. He also knew that women with that glow didn’t mate with strange dogs in front of an audience. When her face turned seriuse the glow dimmed.The other young woman was more promising. She was about five-six, thin, but with a nice rack, and pretty auburn hair worn in a pony tail that extended down to below her shoulders. He longed to see that hair loss spread across her naked back. She wore black kid heals, nylons, a short dark red skirt that showed off a nice pair of attractively thin legs, and a sky blue silk blouse with a box neckline that revealed a good bit of cleavage. Her lipstick was red and very glossy. It looked wet. Her face was made up nicely and was pretty. He was pleased she would be the star of the evening’s planned festivities. While not centerfold beautiful, she was very attractive and he longed to see her naked being breed by one of his big guys. Kate said this volunteer had never been breed by a dog before. The thought of seeing her first time stiffened his manhood. "Good evening, ladies. Please come inside. Kate is this a two for one deal or something?" He laughed as he led them into the house. "Not unless you want to pay double. Max, this is Deborah, she will be your star tonight. And this young lady is Susan Michelle, she is along to provide moral support for Deborah," Kate explained. “Ladies, this is Max,” Kate continued. “This is his home, and it will be one of his dogs that Deborah plays with tonight.” "Here you go, Deborah," the man replied. He handed her a thick envelope. Deborah looked in side and saw a thick stack of twenties. “Fifteen hundred, in cash in small bills. I don’t know your address and other vital information so I can’t report it.” Deborah suddenly felt like a whore. She considered handing the envelope back, she didn’t really want the money, or need it. She started to, but the man understood and held up his hands. “The money is part of the gate, and for your signature on the release for the film and still rights, Deborah. It’s not for the sex. As for that, I understand we both want the same thing, and that works out nicely.” Deborah smiled and decided to keep the money. She was just thinking about where to keep it when Susan Michelle offered. “Deborah, why don’t I put that in my purse and hold it for you until tomorrow, since your spending the night at my place.” Susan Michelle knew the mask took so much room in Deborah’s purse that there was no room for the thick envelop. "Susan Michelle, that seems a like a long name for such a petite person?” Max commented.“Yes, I know. It started in grade school. In fifth-grade there were six girls named Susan in my class. We all ended up being called by our first and middle name. The same girls were in junior high with me so our classmates kept using two names for each of us. By high school I felt weird if anyone called me Susan.”“Well, Susan Michelle, if you ever decide you want to make some quick money, have Kate give me a call." Susan Michelle sensed he wasn’t serious, and was glade. She didn’t want to even be there, but Deborah was her best friend, and she had begged her to come lend moral support. While he spoke Max ran his hand up and down Deborah’s arm. Kate decided she needed to take control before he became boulder. She knew Max well, He wanted to watch Deborah breed by a dog, but given the chance he’d have his way with her before and after. "Not much chance of that. Susan Michelle is a married to a wonderful guy," Kate responded, she then turned to Deborah and Susan Michelle. "Girls this is Max, one of the biggest perverts in the state. He’s the dirtiest ‘dirty old man’ you will ever meet." Max bowed. Susan Michelle and Deborah didn't know what to say; they remained silent. The man conducted them to an elevator that took them to the basement. Max led the way down a short hall and through a green door into a very large room. One side of the room was a stage, raised three feet. It was roughly twenty feet wide. There was a glass wall along the front of the stage. Beyond the wall was a triangular shaped area. Its two back walls were covered with mirrors. The stage was well lighted and there was a padded platform in the middle. It was upholstered with a rich red fabric that looked like velvet. Surrounding the platform were dozens of pillows, all colored either a soft yellow or orange. The platform was about four feet long and a little more than a one-wide. Its sides tapered out softly and were also upholstered in red velvet. To the right and left of the stage were doors. Looking in front of the stage and set back about five feet, there were a series of crescent shaped wide steps, or risers. Each one was a foot higher than the riser in front of it. The risers were three feet wide and roughly thirty feet long. Susan Michelle counted six. They were covered in a dark gray deep plush carpet. There were hundreds of the same yellow and orange pillows scattered around the risers similar to those on the stage. The walls were dark rose. At the closest end there were steps connecting the risers, and at the far end was a large wet bar set up to have a bar tender preparing drinks.Max smiled. “My guests will start to arrive in a half-hour. They will all be here in an hour. The glass is a one-way mirror. I’ve found that it helps a women forget the fact that they are being watched; leaving her free to focus on enjoying the experience. There are cameras behind the two mirrors at the back of the stage. They are one-way also.” “What do the two doors lead to?” Deborah asked pointing at one side of the stage. “The one you’re pointing at leads to what I call the prep room. It’s where you go to undress and do what ever else you want to get ready. There are some very good quality beauty products there, not makeup, more like moisturizers. I do hope you’ll use them. They will give your skin a lovely smooth texture. The other leads to a similar space where your partner for the evening is. He needs to be prepared some too. Both rooms have doors that lead through the mirror and onto the stage. “Deborah, did you bring a mask to wear?” Max asked. Deborah nodded and tapped her purse.” “I’ll give you another five hundred not to wear it, interested?” Deborah smiled but shook her head. “Sorry, Max, I’m not doing this for the money, although it will be nice to have. I don’t know where your pictures and films will end up, and I don’t want people who see them to be able to figure out it’s me.” “We’ll, Deborah, if you change your mind the offer stands. I’ll give Kate a copy of the films and still images on a couple of DVDs and she can give them to you. I assumed you might like to see them, at least once. Maybe watch with your friend, Susan Michelle here. “I don’t sell the images, live or still. They do get posted on a very hard to get to pay sites on the net. A site’s only open to members, and the members must pay and be approved through a screening process to join. It’s secure.” “She said no, Max.” Kate commented. “Give it a rest. “Tell me who is going to be Deborah’s date this evening?” The man beamed, “My favorite dog, Samson.” “Samson?” Deborah said. Max turned to Deborah, “No don’t you fret about Samson, dear. He’s big, but he’s a lover. He has lots of experience with women, and likes making love to them, very much. He even seems to like the special booties he’ll wears to protect you from his claws. I like him because he does a real good job of breeding a woman. He lasts a long time and if you’re up for it, he’ll do you twice.“Some girls like to try it in both the doggy and missionary position, and Samson knows how to show a woman a good time both ways.”Deborah thought about the different ways she’d seen Susan Michelle taken by Hector, and smiled. She was curious about both. “I’ll think about it, Max. I’ll have to see how I feel after once, before I decide to try twice. Is Samson big, you know, down there.” Deborah blushed.Max nodded. “He’s a Great Dane, and a very a big one. He weighs 128 pounds and stands 34 inches tall. He’s got a big enough knot to tie with a woman who has had children and/or has no pelvic floor muscles tone. He’s big the other direction too. Once he’s tied, he’s never failed to get the tip into his lover’s womb. When he grasps your shoulder, he will have a very soft mouth. You’ll hardly notice his teeth. At least one lady said feeling his mouth on her was the best part.Susan Michelle was surprised. Her lover was a mastiff. She loved that he was twice her size. Deborah weighed 120 herself. “Why a Dane? I mean their tall, but why not a really big dog?”“Like as Mastiff,” Deborah teased her friend. Then she turned to Max. “But why not a Mastiff?”“I like Danes because there hair is short and it doesn’t block anyone’s view of the breeding. Their height also makes for goods views of their partner. What I enjoy is watching a woman’s reaction to being breed. Danes don’t block the view of the woman their mating with as much as a heavier, or furrier, breed could. Although, I know some ladies love the real furry ones; like a Newfoundland or a Great Pyrenees. “Deborah, if you don’t feel like trying it both ways tonight, you can always call me and we can do this again. But, if you agree to film again, I’ll use a different dog.”“Max, I’ll consider it. But if I like it, I may want to get a dog of my own.Max nodded, a sad look on his face; “That figures.“One more question, Deborah. You’re here because you want to be. But, some woman who want to be dog breed, want to be forced. If you’re one of those, I can bring a breeding frame in, and strap you into it. Samson has breed women in a frame and it won’t phase him.” Deborah shook her head. “No, Max. I don’t get off on bondage. I imagine your right, I know some girls who like their boyfriends to tie them up, and then do things they can’t admit they want, but I’m not like that.” “Fair enough. Why don’t you three go into the prep-room. There are instructions there, supplies, a bar, and snacks. You’ll also find the release that gives me the right to post the pictures and film. Please sign it, first thing, and then slip it under the door. If you don’t, I can’t take pictures, and remember, you said I could. |
