Gazing out the limousine window at the hilly countryside around Acton, Cath felt relieved to get out of L.A. It would be fun to be back in funky Ojai. The sixties and seventies were a time of wonderful memories, which Ojai seemed to perpetuate. Closing her weary eyes, Cath drifted off into a light slumber. Bonnie Raitt sang pleasant songs of love unfulfilled and love reclaimed.
It was the sudden lack of movement that rousted Cath from her reverie. Opening her blue eyes, she was startled to gaze into the equally blue eyes of a handsome blond god. The god spoke in a deep baritone, "Cath? I'm Brad Petersen, welcome to my home." Cath felt an immediate attraction to the tall, handsome man who helped her out of the limousine. He pulled her easily up and out of the seat in one smooth movement. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl marveling at his strength.
Flashing her own warm smile, Cath replied, "Thanks, Brad. I'm happy to be here." Brad picked up her overnight bag, and signaled to the waiting driver to carry her other luggage. Tucking her arm into his, he smiled down from his great height and led her into the sprawling ranch house. A large, floppy-eared mutt arose from a spiral rag rug and walked slowly to welcome her. It was all so deceptively cozy and warm that Cath was immediately disarmed. Later she would recognize how easily she allowed Brad to lead her straight into her fantasy.
There was no front desk, actually no hint of a regular inn of any type. Cath didn't have much time to absorb this development as Brad led her through a large, airy living room, down a long hallway to stop in front of a door. Opening the door, he urged her to enter before him. The dog followed and assumed a prone position near a fireplace. Cath was immediately charmed by the room. Quilts and comforters seemed in abundance. A sturdy wooden rocking chair sat close to the small fireplace. "A perfect weekend room for vegging." she mused.
Turning, she caught Brad studying her, "Oh, Brad. This is just what I was looking for. You even have a dog." Brad smiled that killer smile once again, "He's an old mutt. His name is Jarvis and he's very friendly." Cath stood there for an awkward moment until he spoke again, "Cath. The bathroom is through that door and my bedroom is beyond it if you need anything. Take about a half an hour to get yourself together and we'll have some drinks on the back patio to relax." Cath wondered at his choice of words but didn't reply. Then, Brad did something very strange. He reached down, pulled her firmly into his arms and thoroughly kissed her unsuspecting lips. As he strolled confidently to the outer door, he stated, "Don't forget to read your card from Summer, Cath."
Cath stood there in a state of absolute paralysis for a full minute after he left. Jarvis raised his head to stare at her. Walking over to the nightstand, Cath picked up the envelope emblazoned with her name. Sitting down on the edge of the king-size bed, she brushed her fingers over her violated mouth. She could still taste him and felt a twinge of need somewhere deep within her body. Slowly she slit the envelope and began to read the message her friend had written, "Beloved Cath, By now you've met the gorgeous Brad and he has kissed you. You're thinking he's crazy but he's not. I have hired Brad for the long holiday weekend. He will take care of all your needs and I expect you to return from your 'spa experience' very content and well tended. Brad's bed and breakfast is not for the faint of heart. Enjoy yourself and I can't wait to hear of as much of your treat as you choose to share with me. You are beautiful. Love, Summer"
My heart was pounding loudly in my ears by now. I sat there, thinking furiously about Summer's message. I really wasn't exactly sure what she meant but it sure sounded like Brad was my whore for the weekend. A thrill ran through me at the thought of being fucked by such a delicious specimen. I hoped that's what she meant when she referred to him taking care of all my needs. After the initial shock, I found myself warming to the thought of this unexpected weekend adventure.
"Jarvis. I don't know what to expect but it sure as hell has to be better than a trashy novel." I tossed my overnight bag onto the bed and began to remove my toilet articles. There was a knock at the door. When I opened it, I found my larger suitcase outside. Whisking it inside, I placed it beside the overnighter and reached for the zipper. Selecting a wrinkle-proof shift dress in one hand and the toiletries in the other, I marched off to the bathroom.
I've always dressed quickly and today was no exception. My shoulder length hair would air dry quickly on the patio I surmised. Since I wore nothing but my sandals and the shift, I wasn't faced with many decisions. My usual light makeup had been applied in the bathroom. I left my girlish things on one side of the long sink, opposite those of Brad's. It was obvious to me that we would share his bathroom. For some reason, I found myself creaming slightly at that shared intimacy.
Glancing at the small clock on the nightstand, I realized that I still had nearly ten minutes before I was expected on the patio. With the trusty Jarvis leading the way, I re-entered the hallway and quickly found myself in a cozy dining area. As we rounded the corner, a kitchen nook leading into a country kitchen charmed me. Good smells were emanating from an old-fashioned gas stove. Looking around, I reached down to pull open the oven door. I was greeted with sights and smells of a pot roast smothered in onions, mushrooms, peas and carrots, bubbling happily in a brown gravy sauce.
Behind me, I heard the dog sniffing loudly. Closing the oven, I knelt down to whisper to my new friend, "I'll make sure you get some too, old boy, don't worry." My reward was a big, wet lick from his huge tongue. "Issh! No thanks, licks and kisses from you aren't exactly what I had in mind." The kitchen nook was set for two. I thrilled at the close quarters and proximity to the wonderful kitchen.
Jarvis led me to the back door. He waited patiently for me to get the idea. I was quick and gave him the freedom he sought. We walked out into the large, grassy back yard. I could see the patio area to the right but chose to head left and toward a red barn. Jarvis walked quickly in the direction of the barn with me close on his heels. I felt like a farmgirl heading out to feed the pigs or milk the cows or something.
When Brad appeared in the doorway of the barn, I was caught quite by surprise. He wore a red plaid flannel shirt, open at the neck, displaying thick curly blond hair. His jeans were snug and showed off his long, muscular legs quite well. His worn boots added an inch or two to his already impressive height. I wondered about his moustache. It had ticked my lips when we kissed. Would it tickle other hungry spots on my body, I wondered.
I stood and Jarvis bounded to meet the handsome host and owner of this spread. I couldn't take my eyes off a lumpy area to the left of his crotch. I had no doubt that this sexy guy was well hung. By all rights and by my midwestern upbringing, I should've been hanging my head in shame at our earlier kiss and at my response. Instead, I eagerly watched his progress up to where I stood. Taking my hand, he led me back through the gate, across the grass and deposited me on a low, wide sofa on his patio. "Wait here while I get some wine." he admonished. I nodded.
He was back faster than I expected, holding two wine glasses full of some mellow red wine as well as the half-filled bottle. Clicking his glass against mine, he offered, "Here's to your birthday weekend, Cath." Another of those wicked, disgusting thrills coursed through me. I drained my glass greedily and sat there expectantly. I wasn't disappointed. Brad poured more of the wine into my glass and reached for his own nearly full one. I didn't need to touch my refill. A pleasant sense of wellbeing was flowing throughout my hungry body. I leaned back against the throw pillows and closed my eyes.
I was startled to feel a rough tongue lapping at my wet pussy. My eyes flew open as I realized that Jarvis had taken the opportunity to stick his head under my thin dress. As I began to sit forward to shush him away, Brad spoke, "Don't. Let him lick you. It'll feel good. He does it quite well." I paused to take in his words. For some reason, it seemed natural to relax my legs and open myself once again to that persistent canine tongue. It all seemed too perfect as I lay there in the late afternoon, sprawled on a strange man's patio, allowing his dog to lick me into a sexual languor.
Jarvis was certainly at an expert at eating out a pussy. I raised my legs onto the seat and edged closer to his tongue. Brad just stood there, sipping his wine and watching us. I didn't mind though. It felt natural in some odd way. The dog's hot breath on my cunny caused me to wiggle closer. His steady raspy tonguing was the best I'd enjoyed in a long, long time. Better than a vibrator, for sure. And certainly better than some men I'd had in the past.
I heard a voice that I sort of recognized, "I wonder what it's like to be fucked by a dog?" Brad laughed. I was startled to realize that it was me speaking. I was feeling very pleasantly odd. To even think of fucking a dog was a new experience. Brad spoke then, "He will, if you want. Jarvis loves to fuck women. He has a nice long, thin cock which he will gladly stick up inside you." I wanted to be able to open my eyes and take charge of myself but I couldn't. I felt drugged or filled with a delicious sexy feeling.
"How can he fuck me. Do I have to turn over?" I heard myself ask. "Either way, facing you or behind you. Your choice." he replied. "Will he hurt me?" I inquired. "Only if you try to pull away when his knot is inside," my host warned. He'll swell inside your cunt. It's nature's way to ensure that he won't drop out until he's through depositing his seed inside." His words thrilled me beyond belief. That I could even contemplate having a dog's cum filling me let alone his knot welding our bodies together was incomprehensible.
"I don't want him to scratch me." I complained. Brad leaned over and kissed my lips softly. "He won't. I'll put little mitts on his front paws. He'll just slobber on your belly when he cums. With that, he reached somewhere beside me. I saw him fit mitts onto Jarvis' paws. I could quite clearly see the dog's long, reddish prick extending out from his belly. "I was going to do it. I was going to be fucked by a dog." I closed my eyes again to savor the anticipation of such an unthinkable act. I lay there listening to the sounds of Brad preparing his dog to take me.
The dog's breath was hot on my belly as Brad guided his cock to the doorway of my womanhood. Two or three hard, fast thrusts and his skinny canine cock was filling me. I nearly came then. It was such a forbidden fruit I was tasting. He was relentless in his furious fucking of my cunt. He pressed steadily in deeper and deeper. I could feel him engorging. His knot passed into me with relative ease. I had a moment of anxiety then but relaxed knowing that Brad would watch out for me. I grabbed hold of the dog's head and held on as he brought me relief. I was totally plugged by the large dog's cock and knot. When he shot his hot cum up into me, I let go and screamed out a delicious climax.
That fuck was the wildest of my life. Jarvis and I were locked together by his hard knot. Each time one of us shifted, my body was racked with sensations. My cunt grasped his dog cock over and over and over. I was exhausted from cumming but there was no escape from his knot. Just pulling on it, caused me unbelievable pain so I edged closer to his warm, furry body. We lay there connected for a least fifteen minutes, perhaps longer. When he finally began to shrink, I opened my eyes to stare up into Brad's.
"Oh! Thank you! That was incredible." I moaned. Jarvis slid out of me and I was still stretched and dripping a mixture of his and my own cum juices. Brad motioned down to Jarvis. Once again, that raspy tongue licked at me. This time was exquisite pleasure as he lapped up our combined juices. Quickly, Jarvis cleaned my folds of all traces of our joyous fuck. When he had completely finished his job, he sat back on his haunches and became Brad's dog once more. As I looked into his face, I could hardly understand how a dog could bring a woman such sexual fulfillment.
