Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2007 21:38:14 -0400
From: doctordogt@hotmail.com
Subject: Poor Aunt Mary

   As soon as I heard his voice on the phone, my heart started pounding.
"Hello . . . is anyone there?" he said. A large dog barked again in the
background as I drew a deep breath to settle my nerves. Then I drew another
breath that may have helped a little. He took a deep breath too - as though
he was reassuring me - and waited for me to respond. I heard a tinkling
sound like a tag on a dog collar in the background as my heart started
pounding again.

  "Are you calling about my number on the bathroom stall at the mega mart?"
he said.

Damn, this guy is reading my mind and really starting to freak me out.  I
heard a sniffing noise near the phone as though his dog was right there
next to the receiver - when the man on the phone quietly moaned . . . it
was as though someone was softly sucking his dick. I hadn't said a word,
but my dick was thickening at the idea of meeting this guy and his dog. So
I spoke . .

   "I really don't know where to start."

   He chuckled in a kind voice and expained that he hadn't had a call from
the mega mart in over a year. He missed the adventure of it but had sort of
lost his nerve. His marriage had fallen apart after his wife caught him
with Maximus - his lab mix - balls deep up his ass and pounding him
mercilessly. My dick was aching at the thought of a man willingly giving up
his butthole to a male dog when my adolescent rape by a german shepherd had
filled me with disgust at the idea. He had hoped that she might join in the
beast fuck-frenzy one day but - as luck would have it - she preferred the
assistance of lawyers in the matter. I couldn't believe he was talking so
openly about his being a pervert. I couldn't believe I was listening.
   He described the apartment where he lived and be damned if he wasn't
within a quarter mile of my home: walking distance. This had to be a XXX
hidden camera show and those bastards were filming me right then. As he
continued to talk I sensed a loneliness - except that he was whispering in
childish tones to the dog with him; I think I heard him quietly say "lick
his asshole" and the tinkling picked up with an urgency . . this dog wanted
to lick my ass and had just given permission. I started my truck to head
home and listened to this guy and his dog seduce me. He was clearly
harmless and ready to suck me to a nut with his dog licking my butt. I was
unsure whether to puke or to cum because the idea was repulsive but
intriguing.
  As I pulled into my drive I discovered my wife was home - two hours early
- and her car was in the drive. My dick shrunk like a turtle head as I
pulled in my drive and rushed him to get off the phone. Though he seemed
disappointed, before he hung up he did say

"Drop by to see me some time. . . I think we might get along OK. . . and we
could use a buddy once in a while."

   What the hell is she doing home? As I walked to the house, I popped out
my shirttail to hide the wet dot on my jeans. I also noticed a small smear
on my my pocket where my shop rag full of bitch juice and dog cum from my
earlier adventure was beginning to leak through. When I walked through the
front door, my wife was dragging a stuffed suitcase into the foyer. I'm
thinking she must have already heard about me thinking dog pervert thoughts
and was done with my ass.  I glanced in the hall mirror to see if anything
was showing and to see if, perhaps, there might be a neon sign on my
forehead flashing NASTY ASS PERV. When I looked back at her I noticed that
her eyes were swollen from crying.

"Aunt Mary died this morning" she said.  "I've booked a flight to see about
the family and will meet my sisters there tonight."

 She went on to explain there was some food somewhere and that the clothes
were somewhere else and something about neighborhood kids selling cookies
and then the airport and some number of days and the door slammed and she
was gone. She's a pretty good egg because she knows I can't stand Aunt
Mary's whiny-ass family - even though she was close to my wife - so she
didn't even bother me with the thought of going. Home alone for a few days
with a fridge full of beer. As she rounded the curve and was gone from
sight, a thin guy with a lab mix was jogging back my way on the street. The
dog's balls were swinging in the evening breeze and I swear I saw the tip
of his dick poking out a little bit.  Mesmerized I watched them slowly
drift by then then out of sight; by then my chest was pounding
again. Normally, in a situation like this, I'd call a couple of my numb-nut
friends and get a poker game going. But tonight, I pressed the redial on my
phone and asked my new buddy if he wanted company. My poker buddies don't
need to know about this new scheme.  He asked the dog in a cheezy voice if
he wanted an asshole and the dog barked - just like an episode of Lassie -
or Laddie I guess - and such shit. My butthole was wet for some reason and
I knew where there was a dog who would clean it up.
  I was at his door in what seemed like seconds and, thank goodness, it was
good and dark. Every person on the block probably knows this guy is too
friendly with his dog and I really didn't need to be seen going in
there. My first knock on the door pushed it open and the room was dark. It
dawned on me that I didn't even know this guy's name and I really needed
some light. By then my eyes had begun to adjust and I noticed a small bit
of light in an adjacent room with the door almost closed. As I made it to
the second door, I peered into the faint light to the sound of soft
whimpering and could make out the ass end of a dog. As my eyes adjusted
further I could see someone on their knees with ass in the air and the dog
eating out their ass. I stood there dreaming about what it must feel like
with my dick growing thicker by the minute; this dog was intensely eating
out this guy's ass and he was loving it.

"Man that's hot" I said.

  He slowly stood up and I realized this guy was much larger than I had
imagined - maybe 6 foot 6 but lean and mean. He didn't sound dangerous on
the phone but this guy could do some serious damage if he wanted to. By
then I could tell he was naked and his dick was at full attention. As soon
as he stood up, the dog switched to licking the head of his dick. As we
talked, his mind would drift away in pleasure from this damn dog's
determination to lick a load of cum from him. All of the sudden the dog -
who had until then hardly noticed me - snapped up his head and sniffed the
air. He followed his nose to the front pocket of my pants and was very
interested in the shop rag full of bitch scent in my pocket. The big guy
seemed interested so I explained that I had seen a dog orgythat day and
wiped up a load of bitvh scent and cum; he said that was too hot. Dark it
was but I could still see the four inches of thick cock sticking out from
under the dog's belly; he inhaled my scent deeply and began to hop up on my
leg. I think he humped me two or three strokes as the big guy pulled him
back.

  "Is your ass clean?" he asked.

  I wasn't sure what he mean't - there's no such thing as a clean man's ass
- but he described the importance for the health of the dog of humans
having a clean ass before a dog eats it out; it has to be clean inside and
out. He took me into a small bathroom and gave me an enema bottle and
instructed me to fill my ass up three times or until I was shitting - or
pissing I guess - clear water. He explained that I should get on my knees -
ass in the air - so the water would flow deep into my belly. He seemed
disappointed when I said I needed no help and he placed a small bottle of
bourbon on the counter - said it would help me relax if I put a couple of
shots in my enema. Before he left, he bent over and took my dick in his
mouth and sucked it hard. I've had some women suck my dick but this guy
knew how it was supposed to be done. He sucked for a few seconds and went
out the door. I needed some more of that soon.
  With the bathroom door closed tight, I slowly took off all of my clothes
and filled the enema bag with water as it began squirting on my
leg. Apparently that clamp on the tube is designed to close off the flow of
water so I snapped it shut. The bourbon seemed like a good idea since I was
shaking like a dog shitting peach seeds - so I poured a good forth of the
bottle into the enema bag. The nozzle was six inches long and, with a
little lotion from the counter, slid deep up my ass and felt good: too
good. It had a small knot that popped past my ass ring and held it far up
my butt as I placed my cheek on the cool floor tile with my ass in the
air. The lips of my asshole relaxed after a moment while I lightly tickled
my balls making my spit-wet dick thicken even more.  I reached behind my
ass to release the clip and a rush of water shot into my bowels. I placed
my cheek back on the cool floor as my belly and ass began to fill.  The
bourbon sent a flood of heat up my ass and all the way between my ribs as a
small drop of cum formed on the tip of my dick. Though I only feel it it, I
knew it was hanging there so I used my finger to take it from my dick to my
lips. My first taste of cum - my own - I placed on my tounge and savored
like fine wine: very fine wine.
   Sniffing sounds and then soft whimpering came from under the door as my
belly grew fuller and my balls grew warmer. A numbness came over my face as
I began to feel flush; I tried to reach behind me to shut off the water but
I couldn't move my arms. My head began to swim as my mind alternated
between darkness and bright light. In a moment the big guy was lifting my
limp body and placing me in the bathtub as though I was weightless and the
awareness was in strobe like snippets. He was swift and clinical is his
movements as the lights blinded me and he repeatedly filled me with water
and flushed me clean. I could see his hair, then eyes, and ears, then only
the base of the toilet, then carpeted stairs and the dog and then his
feet. Clearly I was drugged and I think your ass is an efficient way to
deliver the drugs to your system. I tried to object but I really didn't
give a shit if he cut off my head and I was unable to utter a word.
   The carpeted floor tickled my cheek as I noticed a larger dog buried in
the big guy's ass; he was clearly loving every stroke of it as I watched
from my front row (or front floor) seat. I could see the dog's knot
pressing to enter this guy's ass but there is no way it was going to fit. I
could see through a basement window that it was daylight outside; I had no
idea how long I had been there but I could tell I was developing a
few-days-growth beard. As I heard him moan - begging for that knot - my
mind flooded with memories of that german shepherd raping my ass - years
ago - when I was too stupid to know a dog had a knot. He had pounded my
young ass long enough that I found that, if I relaxed, it wasn't so painful
- but my relaxing let him bury that knot deep in my belly despite my
clawing to escape and repeatedly being ridden to the ground. That dog had
filled my ass, my nightmares - and eventually my dreams - for my entire
life. As I shifted my knees to get a better view, I realized I couldn't
move my legs; my knees were chained to a board ass spread wide and in the
air naked - draped over a smooth pole - and I apparently had been there for
days.


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