Chapter 10
On Monday morning Dora Lane took care to dress in a way that would please her boss, wearing a soft feminine dress and letting her shining red hair hang down around her shoulders-but Dr. McDonald wouldn't even look her in the eye when she said good morning. He blushed darkly and bent over the paperwork on his desk and muttered, "g'morning." That was all. As the day dragged on, he neither spoke to her nor looked at her except when it was absolutely unavoidable. Dora felt crushed and rejected. Did he despise her for having given in to him? Did he think she was some kind of slut? Perhaps she was, but that didn't change the fact that she loved and wanted him. With his cold rejection, she felt she had nothing left to live for.
What Dora didn't understand was that McDonald wanted her just as much as she wanted him, only he was too bashful to admit it, and he also believed she was angry with him. According to his point of view, he had- raped her in the storeroom while she was helpless and unconscious, and Dora, being a lady, could never forgive him. It was shame and shyness that made him avoid speaking to her or looking at her. He hated himself for what he had done. He would have given anything to make it up to her, only he didn't know how.
None of this was any comfort to Dora, of course, because she didn't know about it. She dragged through the day, depressed and miserable, and debated whether to quit her job and find work in another town. It might be best to do that, to forget Dr. McDonald, yet she found it hard to contemplate leaving him. By late afternoon she still hadn't decided what to do. At least one thing in her life hadn't changed, though. She was just as horny as ever. Several times she thought of beating off in the storeroom, but she was afraid her boss would walk in on her. She'd just have to wait till she got home.
Around two o'clock Dr. McDonald had to go to a meeting, and Dora was left alone in charge of the clinic. It was a very slow day, and after a while she wandered to the back rooms of the building to check on all the animal patients. It was very noisy back there, because one of the female dogs was in heat, and her tantalizing odor was driving the male dogs wild. They were howling and clawing at the doors of their cages, frantic to get at the receptive bitch. The bitch was every bit as desperate, rubbing her swollen hindquarters against her cage walls and howling plaintively. Dora thought she understood only too well the animals' frustration. She felt like unlocking all the dog cages and letting them have at it, except that the customers might not be too happy about it-at least there was no telling what kind of puppies the bitch might produce. Finally, to stop the uproar, she took the bitch into a separate room.
When she returned, one dog was still making a racket, a huge German shepherd named King. Dora glanced at him and saw that his enormous canine prick was lolling out from his furry belly, full and heavy and erect. A modest woman, she'd never allowed herself to stare at a dog's genitals before, even though she'd worked in the clinic for ten ears. She had a vague idea of what a dog cock looked like, but now she studied it closely and was amazed to find it so large and thick. King's great tool was a good nine inches long and fiercely erect, so big and brutal-looking that Dora shuddered. The dog was frantic with lust and was howling shrilly.
"No, King," Dora said soothingly. "Quiet. Calm down, boy."
Her gentle words only excited the animal further. Apparently he thought she was going to let him out to search for the bitch. He barked piercingly and lunged at the door of the cage. The cages were strongly built, but not enough to contain a full-grown German shepherd that was desperate to get out. To Dora's horror, the door of the cage burst open, and King leaped out at her.
Dora screamed and stumbled backwards as the dog hit her. She fell to the floor, dazed and half fainting, and all she could manage to do was roll over on her stomach to protect the more tender parts of her body. She was sure the dog meant to hurt her, and she sobbed in fright as he barked savagely and clambered onto her body. She'd been bitten by frightened and angry animals before-it was fairly routine in her line of work-but the doctor had always been there to rescue her. Now she was alone, and she knew she wasn't strong enough to fight off this enormous, frantic dog. She prayed that he wouldn't hurt her too badly.
In fact King's intentions were not hostile. He'd been raised as a family pet and, in spite of his ferocious appearance, he was a gentle and friendly dog. All he wanted was to find the bitch in heat, whose enticing scent lingered in the room. He didn't see the female dog, however, and the only strong sexual odors he could locate were emanating from between Dora's legs. All day she'd been achingly horny, and the crotch of her panties was soaked and fragrant with her cunt juices. King sniffed excitedly and tracked down the source of the smell, sticking his big wet nose up her skirt. She felt it pressing eagerly against her soaked crotch, heard the big dog panting and whining. She still believed that he meant to attack her, and so she lay quite still so as not to antagonize him further. King pushed her skirt up to her waist but still found his way barred by her panties. With an impatient growl he seized the flimsy lace garment in his teeth and ripped it off.
"Oh, no!" sobbed Dora. "Oh, no, King, please." Ordinarily King would have heard the word no and would have backed off, but in his powerful sexual arousal he ignored her command. With her panties stripped away, she was naked and open to him, her creamy slit exposed. King stuck his cold wet nose into her juicy pussy and sniffed excitedly, howling and wagging his tail. He had found the source of the enticing female scent, or so he thought. His long red canine tongue lolled out, wet and dripping, and he began to lap up Dora's abundant cunt cream.
"Oooooo, my God," gasped Dora.
She realized what was happening, that the big dog was licking her naked pussy, but she wasn't prepared for how good it felt. Hot horny sensations rippled through her body as King's long rough tongue lapped and licked vigorously at her clit, labia, and cunt mouth. She grew hot and flushed all over, and her cunt contracted sharply and spat out another steamy flood of cream. The German shepherd howled with excitement and licked up the new flow of juices, his gigantic busy tongue nosing right up her vagina in his eagerness to taste her. Dora gurgled with surprise and keen pleasure. She knew it was wicked of her to enjoy it, but she'd never felt anything so good in her life. It was even better than having a human lover eat her pussy, because the dog's tongue was longer, thicker, and rougher. King had no inhibitions, either. He licked into every crease and cranny of her slit, cleaning the juice from her convoluted labial folds, her throbbing clit, and from deep inside her quaking vagina. With every sharp stab of pleasure, she creamed again, and the happy dog licked up every drop.
"Ooohhh," Dora wailed. "Ooohhh, my God .... Aaahhh!"
She knew she had to stop this lewd behavior. It just wasn't right, lying there and howling with abandon while a dog licked her cunt. She might be horny, but she wasn't that hard up-or was she? She knew it felt delicious, that she didn't want it to stop, but her conscience was outraged. No, it wasn't right. What if the doctor came back early from his meeting and found her like this? She'd never live it down. She had to make the dog stop. "No, King, no," she said desperately. -The big German shepherd paid no attention to her, oblivious to human commands by now. Panting and wagging his tail, he went on happily licking her creamy slit. In desperation Dora got to her hands and knees and tried to crawl away from him. King barked excitedly as he saw her ass rising into the position of a bitch in heat. It triggered all his strongest sexual impulses, and in his blind need he didn't recognize that Dora was a human female, not a dog. He only saw a raised ass, smelled the unmistakable odor of female arousal. With a loud howl he sprang onto Dora's slender body and began jabbing his enormous thick canine penis into the tender tissues of her vulva.
"Ouch," said Dora, "that hurts, King. No, NO!" It was too late. Nothing she said or did could deter the frantic dog from his efforts to lodge his erect cock in her body. He clung to her like a leech, his furry forearms wrapped around her waist, and Dora couldn't get away from him. She screamed in fright as she felt the brutal pounding of his giant penis against her labia-and then she gave a gasp of horror as he finally found the mark, ramming his thick meat into the mushy little mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, nooo, NOOO," screamed Dora.
King gripped her frail body so tightly that she couldn't escape his penetration no matter how hard she struggled. She screamed and writhed, but it was no use-his huge swollen canine prick thrust inexorably into her body, stretching her narrow vagina almost to bursting, nosing painfully into the pulp of her womb. She was fully skewered on his great dog cock, stuffed so full that she could hardly breathe. King paused just one second to catch his breath, and then he began to hump her in the brutal swift manner of dogs.
"Aaaahhhh, GOD," wailed Dora.
His gigantic prick ripped and pounded in and out of her small cunt, making a lewd sucking and slurping noise as he forced out her cream. Never in her life had she been fucked so hard, fast, and deep. For a while she thought she would faint from fright, but then she realized with astonishment and shame that the dog's savage humping felt incredibly good. In twenty long and miserable years, she'd ached to be fucked but had had only the one brief session with Randy. Her deep passion had been stored up too long, and it required more than a half-grown adolescent cock to release it. Then had come the all-too-short encounter with McDonald, whose adult cock was just what she needed. He hadn't stayed with her nearly long enough, though, he'd only built up her appetite. She wanted to be fucked thoroughly, with brutal force and speed, and King was doing just that to her.
She was terribly ashamed of herself, but she just couldn't help it. She stopped struggling, closed her eyes, and let the dog hump her at will! She felt his hot saliva dripping onto her back and soaking through her dress, but she didn't care. She needed this fucking so badly. . .. Dora gurgled and whined and wailed like an animal as King's huge doggy cock reamed her vagina and brought her over the delicious edge of climax. She shrieked her pleasure, and her cunt spat load after load of pungent cream as she came. Her homy shrieks and the odor of her female juices brought all the other dogs to attention, and soon the room was filled with frantic barking and howling. Dora didn't hear any of it. She knew only her incredible pleasure as King's swollen meat thrust ever deeper into her body.
She didn't know how many times she came, but she was only half conscious when at last the frantically humping German shepherd yelped shrilly and began to pump a streaming flood of dog-cum into her womb. The hot bath of his cum felt delicious to her, and she squealed without shame as he dug deep into her cunt to deposit his load. No sooner had his climax passed than King, being a dog, forgot all about it and trotted back to his cage. He obediently hopped inside and waited for Dora to close the door.
It took her a while to get to her feet. She was dazed with pleasure and pleasantly sore between her legs. Finally she managed it, weaving across the room, grinning stupidly. She locked King in his cage but was unable to meet his liquid brown eyes, as if the dog could tell her guilty secret. She gathered her torn panties from the floor and went to stuff them in her purse. She'd just have to spend the rest of the day without panties, since King had ripped them to shreds.
She tried not to think about what she'd done, but it was hard to dismiss the fact that she'd just had intercourse with a dog-and that she'd loved every second of it. She must be a terrible person to have sunk so low. Desperately she looked for some kind of distraction, something to take her mind off her terrible shame. She was just going to turn on the radio, when she heard the buzzer, signaling that someone had come in the back door. She prayed that it wasn't the doctor. She was still too upset and dishevelled to face him. She hurried to the storeroom, and there was Randy.
"Oh, Randy," she said breathlessly, "I'd forgotten you were coming today. I don't even remember what we ordered."
"Just this dog food," said Randy, sweating as he hauled the fifty-pound bag through the doorway. "Where should I put it?"
Dora looked around. "The shelves are full," she said. "I guess it'll have to go in the closet. Here, let me help you."
Together they dragged the huge bag of dog food across the room to a small closet. Dora opened the door, and they hauled the bag inside-when a sudden draft made the door slam shut on them. Inside the closet it was pitch black.
"Oh, how silly," said Dora, "I can't even find the door knob."
"Let me try," said Randy. "Oh, I think I can find it," said Dora. They both started fumbling around in the darkness, with the result that Dora accidentally found herself feeling Randy's crotch, and Randy inadvertently slipped his hand up her dress. Randy was more surprised than she was, because he found she wasn't wearing any panties. Embarrassed, they both stood still, and in the darkness they could hear each other's hard breathing.
Randy moved his hand, but his sense of direction was off and he found his fingers trailing through the soft hair of her mons. Dora sighed and tightened her fingers just a little on his crotch. It was too much for Randy, who was plways very easily aroused. His cock blossomed with amazing rapidity, going long and rigid under her hand. This in turn excited Dora, and the boy felt her mons swelling and growing hot beneath his fingers.
"Oh, wow, Miss Lane," he said, "could we-I mean, would you mind if we-" He stopped, cursing his shyness. Why not just say it? "Could we fuck?"
In the darkness Dora blushed hotly. She couldn't understand it, she felt thoroughly ashamed of herself-but she was horny again. She'd just had the most brutal fuck of her life from King, the German shepherd, and her cunt was still raw from the big dog's assault, and yet already she wanted to do it again. It seemed as if she would never have any rest from her passions. She considered the situation briefly. The doctor was supposed to stay at his meeting for the rest of the day, and it was unlikely that any customers would come to the clinic this late in the afternoon. She and Randy were safely hidden in the closet. Everything seemed satisfactory. Most of all, she desperately needed to get laid.
"All right, Randy," she said eagerly, "let's do it."
"Oh, boy," said Randy happily. "This is gonna be fun."
After some maneuvering they managed to get their clothes off, but they found that there was no room for them to lie down, not while sharing the tiny closet with a fifty pound bag of dog food. Dora didn't want to risk doing it out in the lighted and more public part of the clinic.
"We'll try it standing up, Randy," she said. "I imagine it can be done that way."
"Why not?" said Randy happily. After his session with Trudy, he understood that people could make it in just about any conceivable position if they wanted to badly enough. It was fine with him. He wanted to do it every way there was.
He and Dora fumbled around in the pitch black closet, trying to come into contact,- but it was amazingly difficult to do it with no light at all. At last Randy felt her slim, soft ass against his bare belly, and he decided to go ahead and do it to her that way. He'd made it with Trudy backwards, so he figured it would work with Miss Lane, too, even though they were standing up. He seized her hips, and panting with excitement he thrust his stiff little dick forward between her legs. He hit the mark the first time but was rather surprised at the tight fit. He hadn't remembered Miss Lane's cunt being so snug.
"EEEEEE!" shrieked Dora. In the darkness Randy had found an orifice, all right, but it wasn't the one she'd expected. In one eager push he'd managed to poke his cock into her rectum. She yelped with surprise as she felt it gliding up into her, all the way to his balls. She struggled to pull away from him, but Randy was holding her tight around the waist now, humping away busily, blissfully unaware that he was fucking her asshole and not her cunt.
Dora was about to inform him of his mistake, when she realized that buggering had certain advantages. In the first place, her vagina was still sore and raw from her encounter with the German shepherd, and Randy's sharp stiff little dick might have hurt her. In the second place, it felt awfully good being balled in the ass. Dora was surprised to find it so. but it felt just as good as having him in her cunt, maybe even better. She felt the same sharp sensations of pleasure, the same hot arousal, and the fit was better. Randy's half-grown dick was a little too small for her mature vagina, but in her asshole it was just right. Dora giggled naughtily and gave herself up to the pleasure of his fucking, deciding not to tell him that he'd gotten the wrong hole.
"Ohhh, Randy," she squealed, "that feels so good. . .."
"It sure does," the boy panted. "It's so tight, so hot------"
He increased the speed and force of his humping, and he and Dora panted and sighed ecstatically, oblivious to everything else. Meanwhile, Dr. James McDonald was coming in the front door of the clinic. Meetings always bored him pissless, and he'd seized the first opportunity to slip away and get back to his work. He was surprised when he didn't find Miss Lane at the reception desk. She was so conscientious about minding the office when he was away. Maybe she was in the bathroom. He waited, then went to listen at the bathroom door. He heard nothing.
"Miss Lane," he said timidly, "are you in there?"
There was no reply. He opened the door and found the room empty. He began a room by room search of the clinic, growing annoyed at her neglect of her duties. It just wasn't like Dora. Finally he reached the storeroom and didn't see her there, either. He heard a strange noise, however, and he stopped to listen. From somewhere in the room he heard panting, sighing, and moaning. He thought Dora might be lying sick somewhere, and he made a slow circuit of the room, trying to find her. He paused by the closet door and listened sharply.
"Ohhh," came Dora's wild voice, "ahhh, Randy, that feels so good. Yes, yes, do it to me. Ahhh, God, yes, fuck me!"
Dr. McDonald went beet red over every inch of his tall lanky body. He wasn't a very experienced man, but it didn't take him long to understand what was happening in the closet. He seethed with shock-and with jealousy. She was doing it with that damned kid, that grocery boy. It wasn't right, she was HIS woman. . . . Furiously Dr. McDonald tore open the closet door. There stood Dora and Randy, stark naked, the boy's erect cock half inserted in her rectum.
They stared at him and went pale. "Miss Lane," he bellowed, "you're fired!"