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pleasing deviousness of her mind, and third, because why would
she look in my pockets if she knew who I was?
Don t sound so surprised. If you didn t anticipate my doing
so, why would you have left your wallet at home?
Just in case.
We could make a deal. I ll let you know what you d most
like to know about me, if you ll let me know what I d most like to
know about you.
Which is what?
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Do we have a deal or not?
No. She ordered me to resume telling my fantasies.
Actually, part of my fantasy is that you know what I want with-
out my telling you my fantasies.
Unfortunately for you, that is not my fantasy.
Well, I guess part of it was being tied up like this....
Yes....
And part of it was your talking to me and telling me to do
things....
Yes....
And part of it was your telling me to tell you what you
should tell me to do....
Yes....
And I refuse. But you make me....
Yes....
And part of it was your spanking well, paddling me with
a very hard paddle, and then afterwards softly putting some cool
gel on my ass and rubbing me gently and telling me what a
good girl I am.
Yes....
And part of it was your fucking me with a dildo ... not just
in the regular place but....
Yes....
And of course, you call me all kinds of names.
What kind of names?
Slut, whore, bitch, cunt ... the standard
This is pretty tame, Chris. Hardly worthy of you. That is, if
you are who I think you are.
Well, not so much names as ... oh, you ll tell me how bad I
want it, that I ll do anything to get laid, that there s never been
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such a little slut as me, that I drip like a faucet when you re near
me, that I have such a monstrously big hole it s unlikely there s a
cock big enough in the universe to touch both sides at once,
that I m such a horny bitch I d fuck anybody in the world.... I
couldn t tell what was more embarrassing the banality of my
thoughts or my mode of expressing them.
Including Charlie? She whistled. I could hear the clanking.
You haven t forgotten Charlie, have you? she asked.
No.
I noticed you forgot to include him in your little parade of
images.
I didn t think about him. This was a lie, of course. I had
gotten wet many times thinking of Charlie.
I don t believe you. Lying is as bad as saying no, she said.
Are you lying, Chris?
No. She bit my cheek. Hot waves went through me. Yes,
I whispered.
Oh, Chris. It was almost a moan. And what is it about
Charlie that makes you so ... so ... like a river? she said, her
hand on my thigh.
I don t know, I said.
She slapped my face. Answer me.
I think I want him to ... I mean, I don t want him to but I
keep thinking
What?
His long tongue inside me, I whispered. I think it would...
bring me someplace I ve never been.
Where?
I don t know.
She slapped the bed. Charlie jumped up on it. It s lucky,
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then, that Charlie likes girls, almost as much as I do, don t you,
Charlie? Charlie barked. I could feel his fur tickling my groin.
Inanely, I began giggling.
So Charlie s funny, huh? Charlie, she thinks you re funny.
It tickles.
Nicely, or not so nice?
Kind of nice.
Stop thrashing, and turn your head to one side. I tried to
lie still as a huge tongue grazed my lips and drooled warm saliva
in my ear. As a sensation it was pleasant enough, if one could
forget what it represented. Then I thought of germs, and I shook
my head, the way a dog does when it awakes from a nap, or
comes out of the water.
I said, hold still.
Dogs have diseases.
In that case I d start worrying about places other than my
ear.
No, I moaned, kicking my free leg to keep Charlie away.
She pinned my leg down with part of her body. I mean it,
she said. You re not to move unless I tell you. She bit my
cheek, hard, then got off my leg. It trembled as I tried to hold it
still. The hot saliva began falling on other parts of my body, and
I felt the softness of Charlie s fur.
Spread your leg, Chris.
I can t.... It was a moan of embarrassment rather than
denial.
Of course you can. Charlie is a big dog, you know. Part
Dane, part Shepherd, part Husky.
My body was writhing, in excitement and shame. I was pant-
ing. I could feel my sweat mingling with the saliva. Any minute
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I was going to urinate.
This can t be happening.
It is.
Not just that it s happening, but
What?
It s almost like ... I want him to.
But of course you do, Chris. Was there ever a doubt?
It s sick.
In that case we d better not do it. Charlie, she snapped her
fingers, and Charlie jumped off the bed.
I lay there, my body, bucking. I m so frustrated, I whined.
It doesn t seem like anything can satisfy you, Chris. You
want Charlie, you don t want him....
You could put your hand inside me.
I could. She lay her hand lightly on me, but didn t put it
inside. I m not sure it would be fair, however.
Why?
Because it was Charlie that aroused you, not me. It doesn t
seem fair to him, and of course, I don t like to be used as some
surrogate.
I moaned.
Do you want my hand inside you, Chris? Is that what you
really want?
I want... I want....
What?
Charlie, I whispered.
Do you?
Yes.
What about the germs
I moaned. Don t do this to me.
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But it s not up to me. You believe in animal rights, don t you
Chris?
Of course.
Then don t you think Charlie should have some say in the
matter?
I suppose. I was whimpering.
He s a sensitive dog. Maybe you should show him you like
him.
How?
How do you usually show someone you like them?
I ... touch them.
Charlie, come back on the bed. This time, when Charlie
jumped up, I moved my left leg toward him.
I thought I told you to lie still, unless I gave you permission.
May I move my leg? I asked.
Please.
Please, may I move my leg?
Please sir.
Please sir, may I move my leg?
You may.
I began to move my foot slowly over Charlie s body. I could
feel the fur against my feet, the warmth of his skin, the firmness
of his body pressing back. I pushed my foot against his belly,
then I moved it up to his mouth.
Charlie began licking my foot. Women had occasionally done
this to me, but Charlie s tongue was far larger and softer. I was
torn between the urge to laugh hysterically, and control myself
so I wouldn t have an orgasm.
Oh god. Please stop. Please stop. It was definitely not a
red code plea, but it tickled so much I tried to pull my foot away.
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Don t.
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