Hailey lifted her head from the mat with a start at the frantic banging on the door, “you all awake in there, ” drawled Arlene from outside. Hailey groaned loudly knowing that Sam, the family golden Labrador was going nowhere until he had finished. Oblivious to the knocking Sam proceeded to drive his angry red cock in and out of his Mistress with his normal level of enthusiasm.
“It sounds important, ” said her husband Craig who was sitting in a chair watching his wife getting her morning fuck, torn between carrying on wanking himself and answering the door. In the end, the knocking was so insistent he opened the door with his cock still in his hand. All Hailey could do was lift her head as Sam had forced his knot inside and swelled enough to lock him tight.
Hailey wanted to speak but was overtaken by a huge orgasm as the first jet of hot seed splashed deep inside.
Craig was disappointed as he knew that he wasn’t going to get his treat of sloppy seconds and he loved the feeling of fucking his wife while she was still awash with Sam’s hot cum. Instead, he moved in front of Hailey and worked his cock faster until a jet of cum spurted out and hit her in the face, not caring that Arlene was watching the tableau from the open door.
“When you have finished fucking there is some city fella here to see us both, says it’s important, ” drawled Arlene as she leaned against the doorframe watching as Sam pumped his Mistress full of his seed.
Once Sam had disengaged from Hailey, she wiped her husband’s seed from her face before pulling on a robe and with the dog’s cum slowly starting to trickle down her inner thighs made her way downstairs.
Sitting nervously in the chair was a small balding man with round spectacles gripping a small attaché case like it was going to leap off his lap and run away. “This the city fella looks mighty nervous to me, maybe I should just shoot him and let the crows pick his bones.” Hailey had to stifle a giggle at Arlene’s words as by the petrified look on his face he believed her. “Already told him his little pecker ain’t no use to me but not sure he believes me.”
“Leave the poor man be, ” laughed Hailey and smiled as she saw him breathe a sigh of relief though also looked shocked as he saw the streaks of cum in Hailey’s hair.
Clicking open the case the man took out two sealed envelopes and handed one to each woman. They both read in silence for a few minutes until finally Arlene let out a low whistle and exclaimed, “looks like you are me are partners now girlie and if I read it right the Double Y ranch just had a ten million dollar investment as well.”
Hailey read the words that said the same but felt her vision blur as she read the postscript in Julie’s flowing handwriting. Letting the paper fall she crumpled into a nearby chair and holding her head in her hands began to sob.
*****
Thousands of miles away Tim & Pam stood naked on their balcony and watched the seaplane slide to a graceful stop. Titan, their family Newfoundland sat by their side and having no interest in the plane decided it was his turn to breed his Mistress bearing in mind he was thrown out of the bedroom last night when his Master took his turn.
Nuzzling into her crotch he began to sniff and lick and almost without thought Pam opened her legs slightly to allow Titan’s tongue to get to work. Since that night a few weeks ago Pam & Titan became a regular thing and often Tim would come home to find his tiny wife on all fours being humped by Titan. “I think it will take them about 15 minutes so you have time for a quickie, ” said Tim smiling as he loved watching his wife have so much pleasure.
Pam blew her husband a thank you kiss and stepped into the bedroom and knelt over the bed with her knees on the floor. Titan had already emerged from his sheath and a good six inches of red cock was showing already, with a promise of more to come.
“Good boy, ” said Pam lovingly as she patted her ass gently and Titan knew exactly what was expected of him as he rose and placed his front paws on the bed. Seeing his wife in this position was extremely erotic to Tim and as he watched Titan jab he realised his wife couldn’t move her hands to guide him home. Reaching over he grabbed Titan’s cock and placed it at his wife’s entrance, quickly moving his hand away before it was trapped as Titan thrust forward.
The moan that escaped Pam’s mouth was pure ecstasy as Titan slammed home filling her with one thrust. For a big dog, Titan was still full of energy and his first fuck of the day was always quick and fast and today was no exception as his hips hammered his meat home. Pam was screaming with pleasure and within a few minutes, Titan was spurting his seed deep inside. Tim knew that he hadn't even knotted such was his excitement and he slithered out of Pam quickly after he had finished.
Almost before Titan had dismounted Tim was behind his wife and with one savage thrust drove his cock into the gooey mess that was starting to flow out. Tim tried to emulate Titan’s frantic thrusting and was so aroused he almost succeeded. He looked down and could see his cock sliding in and out, covered in Titan’s warm cum, and as he grabbed his wife’s hips to gain more leverage she exploded in a gushing orgasm that expelled a mixture of juices & seed over his balls and pubic area. The sight and sound sent him into a frenzy and he grunted as he shot his seed against the flow gushing from his wife.
Pulling out Tim whistled softly and Titan padded over to perform a duty he relished. With Pam still bent over the bed Titan started to lap at her open pussy, swallowing the juices flowing freely. The more he lapped, the more Pam orgasmed and the more she orgasmed the more juices she expelled. This, in turn, led to more lapping from Titan and Tim knew from experience this virtuous cycle could last for 30 minutes or so.
Glancing out the window he saw the seaplane had docked and a small man was being led up to the villa by Deepti. Tim went to go downstairs and realising he was still naked grabbed a pair of shorts, pulling them on quickly. He turned back to his wife to see her face was still screwed up in pleasure as Titan eagerly lapped at her. “See you downstairs love, ” Tim said, though not sure if Pam heard him, and made his way to greet their visitor.
15 minutes later a still flushed Pam joined Tim downstairs who was holding a sheath of papers with a stunned look on his face. Pam took one look at him and immediately asked, “what is it love?” Tim said nothing but simply proffered the papers to Pam before turning to the bottles on the side and poured himself a large scotch despite it being before breakfast. Pam scan read the paperwork and made a low whistling noise as she sucked her teeth.
“Rulers of all we survey has just become true, ” Tim muttered loudly as he drained the glass.
“The island and ten million dollars in the bank, ” added his wife as she sat next to him clutching the papers like they would vanish into smoke, not quite sure what to say next.
*****
“You are fucking joking” Michelle raged as she read the papers again, stomping around the room, her face red and close to tears. The small grey man who had delivered the papers sat quietly as Michelle raged around him muttering and cursing, “you can’t do this you fucking bitch, ” then shouting in the face of the man, “This must a joke... a mistake... a stupid prank.”
The grey man cleared his throat before he said in a timid voice, “there is no mistake, Perro Mundo and all that is on it is yours along with ten million dollars.”
“We will see about that, ” Michelle said as she pulled the PC towards her, trying to fight back the tears. Typing an email address from memory she wrote, ‘I don’t want your island, I don’t want your money, I refuse your stupid gift. All I want is you... so come back NOW.’
Pressing send Michelle sat back in the chair and crossed her arms like a petulant child and waited. Within a minute the PC pinged showing an incoming message and her heart leapt into her mouth as she wondered for a moment whether she should have toned down her message. A tear trickled from the corner of her eye as she read the returned mail message, address not known. Ripping up the telephone she dialled number after number from memory, each time the unobtainable number tone tearing through her heart like a knife. As the realisation of what she had read was true the tears poured freely down her face and screwing the papers into a ball she felt the room sobbing.
Reaching Beowulf’s gate she flung it wide before slamming it shut behind her and stumbled into the gloom still sobbing. As she went along the path she tore what little clothing she had on until finding the clearing Michelle curled up in a ball naked and clutching her knees to her chest broke her heart with sobbing.
When Beowulf broke from the undergrowth and stood there watching her Michelle simply sobbed, ”Eat me... kill me... tear me to pieces... fuck me to death... I don’t care anymore.”
To Michelle’s shock, the beast lay on the ground and curled itself around her in a protective way as if it knew there was something catastrophically wrong. Cuddling into the dog’s soft underbelly Michelle sobbed, “we are all alone now, ” and sensing her anguish the dog gently licked her face.
Michelle felt the dog’s cock brush against her hand and by instinct, she started to stroke it gently, coaxing it from its furry sheath as she cuddled against the dog’s warmth. Soon, as the dog responded to her touch, it’s cock was fully emerged and dripping a steady stream of pre-cum. Michelle shifted her position until she was facing the dog’s dripping member and gently sucked it into her mouth.
The dog remained still as Michelle worked her head up and down swallowing the pre-cum with relish. Massaging the swelling knot she was rewarded with a jet of hot dog cum into her throat which was quickly followed by more jets which she swallowed eagerly. With gentle but firm manipulation Michelle milked the dog dry and licked her lips contentedly as she cuddled back into the dog’s soft fur.
Beowulf curled himself back round the young woman and knew he had found his new Mistress.
*****
12 hours earlier, thousands of miles away the scene was a lot more frantic and stressful as Julie paced around her house naked pulling drawers open and putting documents into a huge pan on the stove. Nothing was cooking in the pot but instead, a fire was consuming papers and documents, turning them into curled ashes.
Gone was Julie’s long brown naturally wavy hair and in its place was ice blonde locks that had been drawn into a french plait hanging down her back. On the side lay a number of mangled laptops and computers, each of them smashed with the large hammer that lay discarded and their hard drives torn out. The hard drives and a variety of other electronic devices were crammed into an open microwave.
The only unscathed device was in Julie’s hands as she had a final WhatsApp conversation.
“This is the only way, ” she typed, “They are coming after me and then they will try to take down the rest, this way the trail goes cold with me, there is now no connection and they are all protected and catered for.”
Julie laughed out loud at the reply, wincing at the bolt of pain that shot across her face as she typed, “yes love even our beloved Beowulf will be happy.” Then pausing for a moment typed. “I love you and only in another world, we will be together.”
Without waiting for a reply Julie added the phone to the pile in the microwave and slamming the door shut pressed the start button. The noise pinged around the kitchen as the devices were destroyed beyond recovery and tendrils of smoke started to appear from the door. Julie picked up the carrier bags that contained the clothes she had carefully chosen along with a few other essentials and padded down to the basement.
10 minutes later and a mile away, a group of pensioners stood at the bus stop waiting patiently for the number 73 that would take them from their sleepy village to the nearest town where they could spend their meagre pension. A Harley Davidson rumbled past with a woman clad in skintight leathers that drew tuts of disapproval from the old women and longing looks from the men. Suddenly their peace was shattered by a huge bang as a fireball erupted from the distance and Julie’s old house vanished in a massive explosion.
The women clucked and chattered as their bus arrived at the same time and as they climbed aboard each showed their bus pass like a badge of honour allowing them free travel. The driver looked up from one pass and into the battered face of a woman who had a broken nose and two swollen black eyes. The woman shrugged and slurred in a strong Eastern European accent, “My husband doesn’t like my cooking.” The driver cursed under his breath wishing he could have 5 minutes alone to discuss cooking with the woman’s husband, he would be drinking through a straw for a long while.
The woman shuffled to the back of the bus and sat down heavily as it trundled past the fire engines and police cars rushing in the opposite direction. Smiling to herself the woman tucked a wisp of ice blonde hair back under her headscarf and muttered under her breath, “in another world, only in another world.”