The set-up and background of this story are very real; the Queen Mary 2 is the only cruise liner in the world that offers a kennel service to its guests. (You can Google to confirm it's true). However, the characters and what happens are entirely from my imagination and therefore fictitious..., well, as far as I know.
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Chapter 1 - Southampton Docks
Jim Curry sighed sadly as he looked up at the grand ship he had called home for the last twenty years. The Queen Mary was the only ocean-going liner on the seas; the rest of the ships, many of them far bigger, were cruise ships. The Queen Mary 2 was built to weather the rough storms of the Atlantic between Southampton and New York, although the weather forecast had put the seas at calm for the next couple of weeks, for his final double crossing.
This was to be his last trip, going to New York as kennel master and then back as a guest in a complimentary Queen’s grill suite, a thank you from the company. He was then taking a well-earned retirement to the little cottage he brought with his substantial savings from his sideline. The cottage had land that went with it, and he had plans to develop it along similar lines to the role he had carried out for the last couple of decades.
The Queen Mary 2 was unique in other ways, one of them being that it was the only ship at sea that boasted having onboard kennels. The rich transatlantic travellers would pay fortunes for their dogs to be looked after while they dined in luxury in the elegant wood-panelled dining rooms.
Jim smoothed his red kennel master uniform that he would only wear on boarding and disembarkation day, and saw another similarly clad steward waving to him. This was his replacement, Mary Jones, and he would spend the next 7 days handing over to her, leaving her in charge for the return trip.
He recalled her shocked face when he interviewed her for the job and explained what happened and how he made money videoing the owners with their pets. When he showed her a few clips with their pixelated faces, she watched open-mouthed, but clearly sexually excited.
There were 24 kennels on Deck 12 with lots of space to play and a dedicated owner’s lounge. Each kennel was large enough to hold an approximately 25-pound dog, and the kennel walls can be opened so a larger dog can fit into two kennels. He knew there were going to be 18 dogs according to the loading configuration, and once he boarded, he would know the configuration for the return journey. Many of the owners would spend hours in the kennels with their pets, as taking them to their cabins was strictly prohibited. They would chat with other owners either in the lounge or, if the weather was nice, in the dedicated outside area that was sealed off from the rest of the ship.
The role of the kennel master was to not only care for the dogs' well-being by feeding and watering them, but to ensure that they were exercised. There were set hours when the owners could visit, displayed on the electronic door that only certain staff could open, but by 8:30 in the evening, the dogs were all in their cages for the night. The kennel master’s cabin was located within the kennel complex, which meant that Mary would be using a cabin elsewhere on the ship. For the return leg, she would inhabit his quarters, well, technically they would become her quarters from there on in.
Jim had developed a good eye for spotting the signs of the likelihood of any after-hours visitors. First, he would scour the manifest of the dogs to see if they were still intact. The sex and sexual condition had to be noted on the check-in form, as any intact male dogs had to be kept away from any female dogs. He would then observe the way the owners greeted their dogs and interacted with them.
Some would gush and fuss over their dogs in a display of affection like they were their natural children. Others would be more respectful around the dog like they were good friends or even lovers, which more often than not they were. Some of them were regulars, and a knowing smile would take place often with a whispered date and time before they left.
Jim had spotted at least one possible as well as one of his regular passengers, and he was about to approach the possible when Lady Aston greeted Jim with a beaming smile.
“Ah, Jim, so good to see you, I heard tell you were leaving us.”
“This is my last working crossing, ” Jim said sadly, “And this lovely young lady is my replacement.”
Mary blushed as Jim pushed her forward so she could curtsey and take Lady Aston’s proffered hand.
“Delighted to meet you, your Ladyship.”
“Has Jim fully briefed you on our arrangements for the care of Bruno?” Lady Aston said, referring to her 4-year-old black Labrador who was eagerly sniffing every available nook and cranny.
“Not yet, your ladyship, ” Jim interjected, “but I will ensure Mary becomes fully acquainted before the voyages are over.”
“Excellent Jim, I knew I could rely on you.” Then she leant forward and whispered in Mary’s ear, making her blush bright red and her mouth fall open in shock. Laughing lightly, she blew a kiss to Bruno, then, turning to Jim, she said quietly out of earshot, “I will be here at 11...normal arrangements.”
“What did she say to you?” Jim said to a still stunned Mary.
“She said that Bruno has the most wonderful cock, ” Mary stammered.
“Well, she is right there, ” Jim laughed, “and you will be able to confirm that yourself if you are here at 11 tonight.”
Jim smiled as he remembered the first time, nearly 30 years ago, he had witnessed his first after-hours visitor. His first had been a then much younger Lady Aston, accompanied by her late husband.
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Chapter 2 - 30 years ago
Jim was pleased with himself for landing what he considered a dream job. He had always loved dogs but had also always loved the sea, serving in the merchant navy before joining Cunard cruise lines.
Jim was taking over from Fergus O’Shine, who was retiring after 25 years at sea, looking after the dogs of the rich and famous.
“Now the thing is, young Jim is some of our passengers like to see their beloved pets outside of normal hours. It is something that we don’t allow of course, but some rules are meant to be bent, especially if the right pressure is applied.”
As he said those words, Fergus rubbed his finger and thumb in the universal sign language of money.
“We accommodate them in the isolation area, which allows them privacy and doesn’t disturb the other dogs.”
Jim was a little confused by Fergus’s words but decided to stay quiet and watch. They took the German shepherd called Rufus from his cage to the isolation room and settled him in the cage. The only other things in the room were a chair, a small bench and a hand basin.
“When his Lordship arrives with his wife, say nothing unless spoken to.”
A couple of minutes later, there was a quiet ringing of the doorbell, and Fergus opened the door to an elegant woman of around 40, accompanied by a much older man. No names were used, but Jim assumed this must be Lord and Lady Aston, who were listed on the manifest as Rufus’s owners.
“We will need one hour, ” Lord Aston said as he handed over a brown envelope to Fergus, who slipped it into his pocket without inspecting it.
“And who is this?” Lady Aston drawled, indicating Jim with a wave of her hand.
“My replacement, your Ladyship, ” Fergus said, almost bowing.
“I trust he understands the meaning of the word discretion.”
Fergus simply nodded, holding open the door to the isolation room, allowing Lord and Lady Aston to enter before closing the door firmly behind them.
The pair returned to Fergus’s quarters, which looked like a normal cabin apart from the extended working area, which included the television monitors.
“What’s going on?” Jim blurted out, unable to contain his curiosity.
“She is going to get fucked by the dog, ” Fergus said in a matter-of-fact tone as he switched on the monitor.
Jim watched open-mouthed as he witnessed dog sex for the first time.
Lady Aston had stripped off, revealing a full figure that benefited from the efforts of a personal trainer. There was no sound for the watchers, but if they had, they would have heard a very different Lady Aston from the posh aristocrat they would have expected.
“Oh Jeremy, my cunt is craving Rufus’s cock, ” Lady Aston said as she rubbed her wet pussy coating her fingers.
“Let me taste, Carole, ” Lord Aston said, sucking on his wife’s fingers as he sat in the chair, his cock out and resting on his groin.
Rufus was nudging at Lady Aston, eager to be at his bitch after being cooped up for the last few days. He jumped up and tried to push Lady Aston over, making her laugh as she grabbed his dripping cock.
“Seems our boy is eager, my darling, ” Lord Aston said to his wife.
“Almost as eager as I am, ” Lady Aston said as she draped herself over the bench, presenting herself to the dog.
Rufus’s cock was already engorged, poking from its hairy sheath, quivering as it dripped pre-cum. The dog didn’t need to lick to check if the bitch was ready; the aroma filled the room, making its cock strain even more.
The bench did its job in supporting Lady Aston, as such was the ferocity of Rufus’s sexual assault that it would have knocked her flat as he drove in. The panting of the dog’s efforts intermingled with the groans and whimpers of pleasure erupting from Lady Aston’s mouth. Then, like a dam bursting, she screamed loudly as her body convulsed in orgasm. This seemed to spur Rufus to greater efforts as he thrust so hard he forced his knot into Lady Aston’s willing body.
As soon as the knot had swelled sufficiently to lock the dog and Lady Aston together, it started to pulse, sending jet after jet of seed into her womb.
“That’s it, my darling, ” croaked Lord Aston, “cum on Rufus’s knot like the wonderful dog slut you are.”
“My cunt is so full, ” moaned Lady Aston as Rufus dismounted with a loud plop, leaving her open and gaping.
“Let me taste, ” groaned Lord Aston from the chair, his flaccid penis in his hand.
Lady Aston pushed three fingers into herself, scooping out a large helping of Rufus’s seed before offering it to her husband’s mouth. As he licked and cleaned her fingers, Lady Aston smiled to herself how she remembered when they first met, he would have leapt on her and fucked her while she was still full of warm seed. Now he didn’t get hard but still took pleasure in seeing her covered by one of their dogs.
“I love you Carole, ” he sighed, “I wish I could do more, but sadly, old age has caught up with me.”
“Don’t be daft Jeremy, I love that you let Rufus take care of my needs and that you enjoy watching so much.”
As the couple kissed, Rufus had renewed his interest and stuck his nose into Lady Aston’s ass and began licking.
“I think Rufus wants a second go, ” Lady Aston laughed as she felt the long, rough tongue rasp over her sensitive pussy lips.
“You should never disappoint a randy dog, ” Lord Aston said with a smile as he felt his wife brace against his thighs, sticking her ass out. Rufus knew what was required and, rising on his hind legs, placed his paws on his mistress’s back and started thrusting.
Lord Aston looked into his wife’s eyes and could tell the dog was trying but not yet succeeding in its goal. Supporting her position with his hands under her shoulders, he allowed her a free hand to reach behind and guide the red cock home. Lord Aston saw his wife’s eyes go wide and roll with pleasure as she took Rufus’s cock into her willing cunt.
“There you go, ” laughed Fergus as he looked at Jim, who was still staring at the screen open-mouthed.
“That is amazing, ” Jim said, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.
“Now, how about you give me some relief?” said Fergus, fishing out his cock that was standing to attention.
Jim wasn’t gay, but having spent years in the merchant navy, he understood the way things worked and had more than once given a friend a helping hand, or mouth.
Kneeling, he took Fergus’s cock into his mouth and with a skill that came from years of practice started to suck deeply. It didn’t take long before Fergus gripped his head and thrust into his mouth, shooting ropes of cum down Jim’s throat.
“Thanks for that, now it’s your turn, ” said Fergus as he knelt, and Jim stood.
As Fergus worked on his cock Jim stared at the screen watching Lady Aston being fucked into yet another orgasm, braced in her husband’s loving arms. As Lady Aston’s mouth opened and she yelled in a climax that Jim couldn’t hear, he pumped his cum into Fergus’s willing mouth. As Fergus expertly drained his balls, Jim made a silent vow to himself that he would arrange sound and record events for later viewing pleasure.
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Chapter 3 - At sea, one day out of Southampton
By the time 20:30 came, Mary was exhausted with all the dogs settled in their cages.
“Come and see what your quarters will be, ” Jim said, holding open the cabin door. “Not spacious but very adequate and convenient.”
Jim showed Mary the register that he had inherited from Fergus and had added to over the years. It contained a list of all the names of every owner and details of their pets. This information ranged from what breed they were through to any little quirks they had, like whether they preferred to pee against a fire hydrant rather than a lamp post. There was also a hidden code in the writing that involved the use of a full stop. For the non-participating, he would simply write Mrs Jane Smith, but if they were late-night visitors to the kennels, then it would be Mrs. Jane Smith. That small piece of punctuation, or lack of it, told the reader everything... if they knew what they were looking for.
He demonstrated the CCTV system and how to record to the main server as well as the private encrypted server. The contents of the latter would then be sent to him, where he would pixelate the face, then sell it on the dark web. Going forward, he had agreed to split his profits with Mary on a 50/50 basis.
When Jim first took over the kennels, the CCTV had no sound and no recording ability. Jim had got Cunard to pay for the installation of recording equipment, advising them that it would be used should any owner claim neglect or abuse. What he didn’t tell them was that the feed from the isolation room went to an encrypted private server.
“And here is our guest now, ” Jim said as he saw Lady Aston on the entry gate camera. Pressing the electronic gate release, Jim and Mary made their way to get Bruno from his cage while Lady Aston made her own way to the isolation room.
Some of the regular guests had their own rituals and requirements that were as strange as their dogs. These couldn’t be recorded, so had to be learnt and remembered and on occasions adjusted to suit the need of the owner on that day. Jim had told Mary she would need to talk to each guest with the full stop by their name to check if there were any extra arrangements.
Lady Aston always went to the room, and her dog brought to her. This was something that she had started ever since her husband had died nearly 10 years ago. Jim knew exactly what to expect as he led the black Labrador to the isolation room.
When they opened the door, Lady Aston was naked and draped over the bench, a silk scarf fastened around her eyes. Mary looked at Lady Aston’s body and immediately thought to herself that if she looked as half as good at 70 as she did, then she would be very happy.
“Ah, there you are Jeremy, I hope our boy is ready to fill your slut’s cunt.”
Jim placed a finger to his lips to indicate silence. He would explain to Mary later how Lady Aston role played in her head that her late husband was in the room and involved. There was no involvement required of the dog handler apart from bringing her dog to her and then collecting it when it was finished. Jim didn’t mind as he knew where to stand to be out of camera shot, and sometimes he even masturbated as he watched.
Bruno had picked up his mistress's scent and was starting to strain at the leash, eager to be at his bitch. His red cock was fully out of its hairy sheath and dripping copious amounts of watery pre-cum onto the tiled floor. The pre-cum was going to do its intended purpose of lubricating its passage, as at her age, Lady Aston produced as much fluid as a female dog, precisely zero. Unlike Mary, who was squeezing her thighs together as she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
When Jim released Bruno, he covered the short gap between him and his bitch in a flash. It was obvious that he was experienced, as there was no hesitation, as sometimes seen in younger dogs, as Bruno was already up and thrusting.
“Oh Jeremy, he is so eager, ” Lady Aston moaned, followed by a deep grunt of joy as Bruno’s cock found its target and buried home. As he fucked her at high speed, Jim and Mary got the perfect view of the cock flashing in and out.
Mary tore her gaze away and saw that Jim had fished his cock out and was masturbating furiously. Undoing her uniform trousers, she forced her hand inside her panties and rubbed her engorged clit.
The noises coming from Lady Aston were little more than unintelligible gibberish until Bruno forced his knot into her pussy, making her scream with joy.
“Oh yes, Jeremy, he has knotted his bitch and now will breed her.”
Mary could see the knot enter Lady Aston’s pussy and vanish inside. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw spurts of seed arc through the air and hit the tiles as Jim came. Her legs became like jelly, and she had to bite her lip as she climaxed on her fingers, covering them with juices. She knew that tonight the dildo she had brought with her would get a good workout regardless of what the women she was sharing her stateroom with thought.
Lady Aston was burbling again as Bruno pumped jet after jet of seed deep into her. After a while, the dog pulled backwards, freeing its knot that emerged, accompanied by a rush of fluids that splashed on the floor. Jim’s seed was lost in the mess, concealing any evidence.
Both Jim and Mary had adjusted their clothing, then clipped the lead onto Bruno before leading him out of the room and back to his cage. Jim had left a small washcloth and towels on the chair for Lady Ashton’s use once she recovered her senses.
Back in the kennel master cabin, neither Jim nor Mary spoke, but Jim could tell from the flush to Mary’s face that she was imagining herself being serviced by one of the dogs.
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Chapter 4 - At sea, nearing New York
“Excuse me, I was wondering if you could do me a favour?”
Jim and Mary turned in unison to the expensively dressed woman in her late forties and knew from the accent she was American, even though the accent wasn’t pronounced.
“It’s just I have missed my baby so much, I was wondering if I could give him a cuddle goodnight.”
“I’m sorry, Ms Du Pont, but that would be against the rules, ” Jim said as he exchanged a knowing glance with Mary. He had already discussed with Mary that he had identified Ms Glory Du Pont as a potential full stop addition to the register based on the way she had dealt with her dog on the first day. Her ‘baby’ was a magnificent, fully grown Afghan hound which Mary had checked was in full working order.
“I would of course recompense you for your inconvenience. Would $500 be sufficient?”
Mary went to say yes, but before she could speak, Jim simply said, “each.”
Glory paused for a moment and studied the pair, fairly certain that they all knew why she wanted to give Danny, her Afghan, a cuddle goodnight. Her voice hardened a little, “For that I would expect a private room, complete discretion and..., ” she paused, “...you to give me a hand, ” looking directly at Mary.
Mary didn’t bat an eyelid. “What would be the nature of this hand that you require?”
Glory looked into Mary’s eyes and said quietly, “After Danny has fucked me, I want you to clean me...with your mouth. Do that and I will pay you double.”
Jim stayed quiet, thinking to himself that for $1, 000, he would happily lick Glory clean himself.
Mary smiled, “It would be a pleasure. We will see you at midnight if that’s convenient.”
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“Have you ever done this before?” Jim asked as he quietly appraised Mary’s body as she stripped off without any modesty in front of Jim. She was perhaps a bit on the chunky side for some people’s taste, but Jim liked a bit of meat on the bone.
“Have licked plenty of pussy back home, ” Mary laughed, “And even a full one once or twice...but that was a man’s cum, not a dog’s.”
Mary donned a housecoat to conceal her nakedness, not from modesty but to avoid confusing Danny as to which one he should fuck. Afghans weren’t the brightest of dogs, and one with a hard-on wouldn’t care less what bitch he fucked. Mary had watched women being fucked by their dogs, and although still a dog virgin, it was something she was becoming more desperate to try in the not-too-distant future.
She laughed to herself as she remembered the night she had licked a full pussy for the first time back in her university days.
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Chapter 5 - A few years before
In the second year at university, Mary shared a small flat with another student called Jessica, or Jess for short. They were as opposite as you could imagine, with Jess being a tall, willowy blonde compared to Mary’s shorter and more compact figure, but they seemed to click.
What many didn’t know was that Jess was a total slut and equally at home having sex with either men or women. She was brazen about her desires and, within a few days of them moving in together, had joined Mary in her bed with the excuse that she was cold. Mary hadn’t bothered pointing out that she would have been warmer if she had worn clothes; instead, the pair generated heat by touching, licking and caressing every inch of each other’s flesh.
Sleeping together became so natural that Jess moved into Mary’s bed on a permanent basis. Mary wasn’t complaining, as although she wouldn’t have classed herself as a lesbian, she had pretty much ignored boys claiming, “The only cock she needed came fitted with batteries.” They came to an agreement that they weren’t a couple, and both were free to see others, but they wouldn’t bring them home.
One night, Jess had been out with friends and came home giggling and clearly a bit drunk.
“Good night?” Mary laughed as she watched Jess staggering around the bedroom trying to get undressed without falling over. She noticed that Jess had no panties on, which, although not unusual, she was sure she had them on when she went out. The reason she was sure was that they had a conversation about the colour and what a beautiful shade of purple they were.
“Lost your panties, I see...must have been a very good night. Do I know him?”
The two girls often talked about Jess’s boyfriends, not that Mary had much interest, but Jess got excited as she recounted her stories.
“Them, ” Jess giggled.
“There were two?” Mary said with mock shock in her voice.
“Four, ” Jess said quietly.
“Four...you little slut, I hope they used condoms.”
“All bare.”
There was silence for a moment as Mary considered how full Jess must be having taken four loads.
“I will wash, ” Jess said hurriedly as she moved to the door.
“No, ” Mary said firmly, “Come here and let me taste your slutiness.”
Mary had no idea why she had said what she said; it was like something had sprung unbidden from the recesses of her brain. Their relationship had always swung in both directions, with them taking turns as to who was the Domme. Some days, Mary would fuck Jess with a strap-on, then a few days later, Jess would tighten the harness straps and fuck Mary.
Mary was lying on her back and had intended to fuck Jess if she wasn’t too drunk, but Jess decided she wanted to be in control. Throwing a leg over Mary’s head, she pinned her arms, her pussy directly above Mary’s mouth.
“Open your mouth, ” Jess commanded, and Mary instantly complied.
As Mary looked up, she could see fluids starting to ooze from Jess’s puffy pussy lips, and as Jess coughed, a dollop dripped into her open mouth. Without pausing, Mary swallowed and caught the next dollop that fell from Jess’s pussy.
By rolling her shoulders, Mary released her arms and, reaching up, grasped Jess’s slim hips and pulled her down. Holding her in place, Mary licked and slurped as she feasted on the concoction pouring into her mouth. Such was her enthusiasm to eat that she had to grip Jess tightly as she writhed in orgasm.
After she was satisfied, she cleaned Jess of every drop, the pair collapsed in each other's arms and slept contentedly until the sun woke them the next day.
They didn’t talk about what happened that night, but it became an unspoken thing between them. Jess would return from an evening out and whisper the word “full”. Mary would then dine on her until every drop was drained.
Things would probably have continued in that way had it not been that one day some of the seed never came out, but instead impregnated Jess. When Jess dropped out of university to try to make a go of it with the man she thought might be the father, the pair drifted apart.
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Chapter 6 - At sea, nearing New York (continued)
The door buzzer lifted Mary from her thoughts, and as she let Glory into the kennels, she wondered how differently a dog’s cum would taste.
Jim had already taken Danny to the isolation room as Mary let Glory into the kennel area.
“You are dressed, ” hissed Glory with disappointment.
Mary said nothing but let her housecoat fall open to reveal her full breasts and her neatly trimmed pubes.
“Good girl, ” chuckled Glory, then added, “I have decided that for you to earn your money, I will dine on your cunt while Danny fucks me.”
Mary was hoping that would be the case, but demurely answered, “As you wish.”
In the room, Danny was being held by Jim as Glory and Mary entered.
“I will let you know when you can collect Danny, ” Glory said as she dismissed Jim.
Mary shed the housecoat and sat in the chair, waiting for Glory to strip. Danny wandered over to Mary and started to sniff and push at her knees, trying to force his snout between her thighs.
“Help, ” squeaked Mary, “What should I do?”
Glory glanced up and laughed, “Open your legs, you silly girl. You will never feel a tongue so good, even mine in a minute.”
Mary cautiously opened her knees a little, which was all the encouragement Danny needed. He buried his strong head between her thighs, forcing them wide as he sought the aroma he had detected. Once he had found the source, he took a long lick, rasping his rough pink tongue through Mary’s delicate folds.
Mary squealed in ecstasy as she was licked like she had never been licked before. The sensations were out of this world, and when the tongue pushed in seeking her juices, she started to cum.
Danny smelled and tasted a bitch in heat, and his cock reacted accordingly, emerging from its hairy sheath and dripping profusely. Glory knew that Danny was going to mount her soon if she didn't intervene. Pulling Danny's snout back from Mary's cunt, she knelt between Mary's thighs and began to lap at her juices, wiggling her ass invitingly to Danny. As far as Danny was concerned, it was breeding time and not even bothering to lick first, he mounted and thrust, finding his target with practised ease.
Mary had felt the tongue licking her change from the frantic, deep licking of the dog to the more delicate flicking of a human tongue. When Danny mounted, Glory, Mary felt the sharp exhale of breath as Danny drove the air from her body. She could feel Glory being forced into her wetness as the dog fucked her at a blinding speed, almost without stopping. She found herself looking into the face of the dog, whose tongue was lolling out of its mouth as it persevered in its goal of knotting and breeding the bitch under him. Mary knew the dog had knotted as Glory screamed into her cunt, sending vibrations through her.
Glory felt the knot enter her, and as she started to cum on the pulsing ball of flesh, she felt Mary flood into her mouth. Managing to free a hand, she drove two fingers into Mary, sucking her juices into her mouth as the dog filled her cunt.
When Danny was satisfied he had filled his bitch and his balls were empty, he tugged to free himself. Once he had succeeded, he moved away to rest and clean himself with his tongue.
Glory and Mary swapped places, with Glory now seated and her legs akimbo, as Mary knelt to admire. Even with the blood pounding in her ears, Mary needed to admire Glory's full pussy, something she always enjoyed. It was like a connoisseur admiring a fine meal before they gorged themselves on the culinary feast. Just as Danny's seed started to appear, Mary moved forward and took a long lick, savouring the taste as she swallowed. Burying her head, she licked and devoured every drop and morsel as Glory writhed in the chair.
Mary hadn't noticed that Jim must have entered the room and removed Danny, as there were just the two of them. Glory had her legs still pulled up and wide open, her lips puffy and pink.
"You are pretty good, " Glory drawled, "Danny is better, of course, but as a human, you are pretty damn good indeed."
Mary wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and then licked her lips. The taste wasn’t bad, she thought to herself, perhaps a little bitter but pleasant all the same. The volume had surprised her at first, there was almost as much as when she used to lick her flatmate after 3 or 4 men. She decided that she would be getting it directly from the source at the next opportunity she got.
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Chapter 7 - Return journey to Southampton
Jim had always loved the Queen’s Grill dining room, but this was the first time he had sat in it as a guest.
“James, it would appear we have a problem.”
Jim looked up from his rather fine steak to find himself staring into the frowning face of Sir John Hansford, accompanied by his third wife, who was at least half his age. He was only ever addressed as James when there was something seriously wrong, so adopting a concerned look, he replied, “What appears to be the problem, Sir John?”
“It’s about Ronald and Reginald.”
Jim breathed an internal sigh of relief. Ronald and Reginald were his pair of English pointers that he was bringing back to the UK after they had been at stud in the USA for the past few months.
“I am no longer in charge of the kennels, Sir John, I am afraid you would need to see Mary, as it is her problem.”
“Mary is the problem. We had an appointment at 9:30, but the door was locked, ” Sir John huffed. “Please come and see me in the Commodore Club after you have finished your dinner, and we can discuss matters further.”
Watching them walk away, Jim returned to his meal, and as he ate, he considered what the problem might be.
Sir John Hansford was a self-made man who had been knighted for services to the realm, although most knew it was due to his rather generous donations to a certain political party. Jim had first met Sir John 12 years ago after an introduction from another couple who had indulged in late-night activities with their pet.
Sir John introduced his companion that night as his wife, but Jim knew from his research that Lady Hansford was considerably older, but said nothing. Over the coming years, Sir John was often accompanied by different women, most of them in their mid-twenties and all stunning in looks. All of them would visit whatever dogs Sir John was travelling with. His companion that evening was new to Jim and as equally attractive as previous companions he had introduced as his ‘wife’, and Jim had little doubt shared the same desires.
Sir John once explained to him, “When I take a pair to stud, it takes a few days for them to settle down after covering numerous bitches. A nice human bitch allows both the boys to get rid of their last of their excitement. Especially if the human bitch is willing to please.”
After finishing his meal, he glanced at his watch and decided he would check on the kennels before speaking to Sir John, as the whole matter needed to be dealt with quietly and discreetly.
It was a little after 10, and as Sir John had said, the kennels were locked and in darkness. Squinting, Jim could see that there was a thin glimmer of light coming from under the door of the isolation room. Using the emergency code, Jim unlocked the entry gate and quietly entered the suite. The door to the kennel master’s cabin was open, and after gently knocking, Jim entered to find it empty. On the bed was a discarded bright red kennel master’s uniform. A few clicks on the keyboard and Jim found himself looking at the isolation room about an hour earlier.
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“You certainly are a lively pair, ” Mary laughed as she led Ronald and Reginald, the pair of English pointers, into the isolation room. She glanced at her watch and could see she had 30 minutes before Sir John got there with his wife. That was a laugh, Mary thought, ‘wife’ indeed, she was just a lucky bitch that would earn a fortune for doing what Mary wished she was doing.
“Hope that bitch appreciates your cocks, ” Mary said as she knelt between the two dogs, coaching their cocks out of their sheaths.
“I am sure no one will mind...well, they will never know, ” Mary laughed and bent her head under one of the dogs and started sucking its cock, relishing the taste. She had sucked off every male dog that was in the kennels, not quite ready to take the next step. Of course, in return, every dog had eagerly licked her to an orgasm as she pressed her cunt against the bars, regardless of whether they were male or female, fixed or intact
It had been red hot in the kennels that day, so as soon as the doors closed at 8:30, she nipped to her cabin and stripped off her heavy uniform. Wearing just her blouse and cotton panties, she slipped her feet into a pair of Crocs before collecting the pair of English pointers.
Jim laughed as the scene unfolded. It was the thin cotton material that was her undoing as the delicate nostrils of the pointer picked up the scent of her excitement. When he stuck his nose in her ass and licked over her panties, Mary jumped in shock but was unable to move. The pointer tried to lick but was frustrated by the cotton covering, so he hooked his teeth into the fabric and tore it away.
“Think you are about to get raped, ” chuckled Jim and sure enough, the pointer jumped on her back and started thrusting. Mary had managed to extract the first dog’s cock from her mouth but found herself jammed under the bench that was bolted to the floor. As she scrambled to try to get leverage to push back, the dog found its target and buried its cock into Mary’s cunt.
Mary had seen more than one woman fucked and was in awe of the intensity, but it hadn’t prepared her for experiencing it for herself. Despite the pain of her face being pressed against the bars, the sheer pleasure of the high-speed fucking was incredible. Deciding that she might as well enjoy it, she braced to relieve the pressure on her face at the same time the dog slammed his knot into her cunt.
Mary’s whole world exploded into a kaleidoscope of bright lights as the knot began to swell and then pulse inside. She had watched women whimper and mewl like babies and never truly understood, but as she made the same noises herself, she realised why.
She whimpered in disappointment when the first dog tugged brutally out, leaving her cunt open and gaping. Her disappointment was short-lived as the second dog mounted and entered her with as much gusto as the first.
Jim opened the door to the isolation room to find Mary being spit-roasted by the pair of pointers. He guessed that each of the dogs was on their second go at least, if not their third, knowing the prowess of Sir John’s breeders. Mary’s body was covered in scratches, and her face and hair matted with dog cum, but the most obvious thing was the look of sheer bliss on her face.
“We will talk later, young lady. I will go and smooth things over with Sir John and his soon-to-be disappointed wife.”
Closing the door, he heard Mary cum again.
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Chapter 8 - Six months later.
Jim admired the framed letter on the wall, emblazoned with the Cunard crest and lauding his outstanding dedication to the company and thanking him profusely for his help. Mary had completed the crossing and then resigned her post, citing ‘personal reasons’. The real reason she told Jim privately was that she was hooked on dog cock and wouldn’t be able to resist if she worked in the kennels. Jim delayed his retirement, to the relief of the company, while his replacement was hastily sought. After a short search, it was a nice young man called Nigel who was finally selected who understood the arrangements, and things continued as normal.
After a mere four weeks' delay, Jim had retired and managed to set up the small stud kennels catering to the discerning tastes. It was specifically aimed at people who would love to have their own dog, but were unable to house one due to their circumstances. At ‘The Retreat’, they could visit a dog of their choice and enjoy its company in privacy. Of course, as with the kennels on Queen Mary 2, everything was recorded, with the anonymous clips being sold on the dark net.
Some weekends, there was a greater demand for dogs than they had availability; other times, they had spare dogs. To avoid the dogs becoming frustrated when not used or over-eager when their services were required, he had employed a special kennel maid.
Looking up from his PC, he smiled at Mary, who came into the office just wearing an old sweatshirt and a pair of trainers. There were some streaks of seed in her hair, but most of the trails ran across her ass and down her thighs.
“That’s all the boys serviced that didn’t work today, boss.”
“Well done Mary. Best you get an early night, there will be half a dozen at least tomorrow, maybe more if Mrs Brown doesn’t confirm.”
Mary smiled and saluted before almost skipping happily out of the room.
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