by RodgertheDodger (annerogerduncan@sti.net)

Story Code: M/F, F/Dog, Beast

    Saturday night was for me and my guy. Friday night was for friends at work; to wind down after a long week. Sometimes it was more than a few beers or a glass of wine. There were always problems and intrigue at work; the intrigue was the best part. The most intriguing were the guys.

    On Fridays there was some guy anxious to buy a girl a glass of wine at the local. It was a macho, showing-off thing, at first. First guy to buy a drink got to talk with the girl. The others waited or found other girls. I had worked in the same office with this particular guy, Erik, for months and knew he had gotten married a few weeks before this Friday. I wondered why he didn't go straight home but, of course, Erik needed a sympathetic ear. He and his wife were already having problems in a sexual way. She wasn't interested and he was, well, horny as hell, all the time according to him. I could feel his heat across the table and he wanted my opinions about what to do. Like, how should I know? His answer was to hit on me! Men! They should be ashamed.

    At the office he used to take every chance to say "Hi" and ask about my weekend and so on. He was chatting me up from the first. I was flattered, naturally. He was handsome and strong. You could see strength in his arms and muscular chest. He was much taller than me so I looked up when he spoke and he tried to get a look down by blouse. You could see his eyes looking me over, up one side, down the other. Seeing if I wore a bra, looking for a V.P.L. at the time, I didn't wear knickers. I felt it was my little secret; my skirt would brush against me; it was sexy and dirty. One time he was picking up a letter he had dropped on the floor when I wasn't paying attention and he got a look up my skirt. It was my fault. He smiled at me and I blushed. After that, he would not leave me alone and every Friday became 'our' time, along with others the office who celebrated at the local on Fridays after work.

    It became our Friday routine. I knew he had other things in mind. He was a thoroughly bad boy. I liked him and gave him another couple of looks, on purpose. Teasing him. It made me hot. Him too. I saw the bulge in his pants. A nice bulge!

    Well after a few more weeks of teasing and peeking, I guess he figured 'Tonight is the night.' He bought me wine, as he always did. We were an 'item' at the office by now and the other men were hitting on other girls and leaving me alone. It seemed I was 'taken' in a manner of speaking. It was flattering... exciting even.

    I started looking forward to Friday evenings more than Saturday evenings. One Friday we got done early at work and hit the pub sooner than usual. I hadn't had much lunch and the wine went straight to my head... and the effect instantly cascaded through the rest of my body. I could taste it in my mouth, of course, but I could feel its effect right to my fanny. Funny, that! I might as well have washed in wine, the way it went there, or seemed to. A wine-directed dart at my fanny. I could feel the jolt. I wondered if the lager went to his cock the same way.

    He went on about his wife. It was our usual topic. Him talking, me listening, offering suggestions. I was a regular Dear Abby. He told me how horny he was after weeks of forced abstinence. I told him he should talk about it with someone he cared about. He said he was doing, to me!

    He said he liked the way I dressed... "You know...naked."

    The word was electric, another dart at my fanny. How many darts could it take? Me? Naked? Surely not. "Not today, not tonight, anyway," I said.

    He just smiled and we had another wine. He looked at me very hard and I smiled. He knew I was lying. Time to go home. It was dark outside now and we walked toward his car. He took my hand as we got near it. And my other hand and pulled me up to him. Kissing me. It was our first kiss! After weeks of anticipating the moment, it happened. He backed me toward his car, pressing me against the door. Kissing me. I felt dizzy, from the wine, from him, the darts striking between my legs, the kisses, and looked around. We were alone. It was sexy. The sounds of people all inside the local. Just the two of us outside. He kept pushing me, kissing me, holding my arms. His body against mine.

    Backward we went. I looked again to be sure we were alone. Listening for the door of the pub opening. It was quiet except for the murmur of people and I was suddenly against a low wall and being lifted on to the ledge and he was between my legs as I sat on the wall. My head at the same level as his. More kisses. My ears, neck, whispering to me, "want you..."

    "want you."

    He fumbled at our waists, brushed my fanny with his hand". "I want you... wet..." he whispered. He clutched my back. I pushed at his shoulder but it was too late. I grabbed him. Opened. Lifted. He couldn't leave me now! Hot and naked, on the wall. Another dart at my waist. This time direct, penetrating. The dart found my 'heart.' this time. Inside me. "Ahhh! " I gasped.

    He was too quick and I was too wet. Didn't resist. Didn't want to. "want you in me... bastard!"

    It was easy for him. He had me opened. Not thinking. I couldn't move. His cock was into me quick. Filled me, I said "bastard" again.

    "cunt!" he replied. "Fucking your cunt.." Breathing...whispered parts of words. Holding. Waiting.

    God! I couldn't help it. It wasn't a surprise, I had expected it, somewhere but not in the parking lot. He held tighter and pulled my waist into him. My skirt hiked up at my waist, my fanny naked. "You liar!" he said.

    I laughed, "You bastard!" I said.

    I told him to stop, that he was married, he laughed, I pushed at his shoulder to resist hoping he wouldn't stop. I wanted him to fuck me. Wanted to come on his cock. My head was dizzy, my body hot and wet; I was desperate for the fucking now. He gripped my waist, pulling me on to him, his face breathing against mine and it was quiet. I felt him move again! Hard against me. I said "bastard" again and was gone somewhere. Feeling him inside. I was his instrument to be held and fucked and to come and then I was down from the wall, still hugging him, not wanting him to finish but he had already finished. I pushed my dress down, looking to be sure we were still alone.

    We sat in his car and caught our breath. "Let's drive somewhere," he said.

    "Where?" I asked.

    "Just somewhere to cool down."

    We drove to the beach and listened to the waves. We were both thinking, not talking, but thinking to ourselves... what would happen next Friday? I kind of guessed he'd buy me another wine, well wouldn't you?

    ***

    Then it was Friday again. We drove to the beach. Sat and listened to the waves. Some wine. Kissing me again. It was very peaceful, dark, waves in the distance, private. More kisses and he was lifting me to kneel at his side, his hand up my skirt, my hand on 'Him.' I was naked and he was at me there. Touching. Feeling. Kisses.

    "Sit on it," he said.

    "On What?" I asked. Looking up.

    "The knob. The gear shift knob," he said.

    "It's too big. It won't fit," I protested.

    "Yes. It will. You get so wet. It'll be fine."

    He had me wet and pushed me toward the gear shift. It was tight and I tried to squirm. Pushing on it. It hurt. 'No!" I said.

    He looked me in the eyes, pushing my shoulders. Insisting. I tried again. "You'll like it," he assured me.

    "This is ridiculous," I said. "Ridiculous!"

    He was still pushing me downward against the knob, spreading me. I waited for my body to adjust. Now my pussy lips were around the knob. "I'll try," I said.

    "Don't push. Let me do it." I'll try. Then we'll leave, I thought: Satisfied? No promises. "The knob is too big for me," I said.

    "Try," he said.

    My fanny strained, hard, the knob eased inside! Finally! Strange! Tight!

    He was feeling at my waist, on my breasts, on my clit, my lips. Feeling the shaft of the hear stick as it started to enter me.

    The gear knob was in me. His cock out of his pants, stiff like a flagpole. I was holding him. Looking at him. He smiled. Petted me. Told me to relax, that It would be okay. I was waiting for what would happen next. "Feel yourself," he said.

    I reached down to the knob. Completely inside of me, I was moving on it, riding it trying to force it deeper insude. I was slowly accepting it; easing into me! My lips cool against the chromium shaft. He gave me some more wine and I settled further down on the knob, tight inside. My pussy lips closing on the shaft. I was sitting on the knob! On a pole! It wasn't hurting. It felt strange. Felt good. I was proud of myself, that I had gotten it completely inside, even though I didn't think I could. He was right. I liked it but I was ready to get off, we could leave now.

    "Let's go," I said. "I've done it. Let's go now."

    "Not yet," he said. "Wait."

    I looked at him. Questioning. No reply. He had a twinkle in his eyes, a smile on his lips. He had me immobile, straddling the gear shift. The knob burried completely up me. I kissed him, adjusting my position and swapping wine from my mouth into his. Tongues fighting on each other's mouths. The only sound was the waves crashing against the shore.

    "Hold on," he said.

    He turned on the engine! "What the hell!" I exclaimed.

    It shook. I was scared but I couldn't move. He was holding me down, keeping me still.

    What was he doing tome! "Let's go," I said.

    "Wait," he said. "Be patient."

    I was stuck and suddenly my body was alive with the engine, the knob vibrating in me. A vibrating pole and I was on it. I didn't know what to think or what to do. I tried to get off it but he made me stay on it. It wasn't hurting, quite the opposite, I was used to the feeling of the gear shift and knob in me, it just felt strange. I reached down again, my fanny was moving with the sounds and vibrations of the engine. I repositioned and adjusted to the knob. I began Liking it a little as I got more comfortable. I was no longer desperate to get away.

    I rested on the shift, I was starting to get fascinated, focusing on this thing in me. I decided I'd had enough. "It's too deep. It's starting to hurt me now," I said.

    "Wait," he said, holding my shoulders, keeping me in place so that I couldn't get off. I was scared. It wasn't really hurting, it's just, how long could this go on without us getting caught. I felt something else, not pain but a feeling of total fullness. My legs suddenly clamped shut, the was vibrating inside of me was causing my leg muscles to flex, he saw the slight spasm of my leg muscles and then he revved the engine. I wanted off again. "Wait," he said. "Try to relax. Feel it. It's okay" trying to reassure me. It wasn't hurting, not at all, something else. I relaxed as much as I could. Not hurting, I wanted to understand what was going on inside of me.

    What was it? I started to feel it through my body. He was kissing me. It was building in me. At my waist. Along my legs. At my knees. I moved on it. Flexed on it again. Relaxed. Let it build through my body. I heard more waves crashing on the shore. A wave passing up my waist, through me. I reached down and held the shaft. Fixated with the shaft, riding it. I was dizzy. My ears beginning to throb with the build-up. More waves, I closed my eyes, giving my body over to the machine.

    I was holding him now, holding his shaft and the gear shaft too. I lost control. His mouth was at my neck, he was holding my body as it shook and I gasped, it had me, the glorious knob... inside. Deep and throbbing, it had all of me. Fuckingall of me.

    I was bucking up and down on the knob. "Turn it off" I gasped. "Turn it off. God! No! It's... it's... too... much. Please...please. Now! I...can't...take any more," I gasped.

    The engine stopped. I couldn't move, I had to be still, had to try and relaxed on the shaft. It was finally still, no more movement, none. I couldn't move, I was drained, exhausted, limp on his shoulder.

    He lifted me off. I had no strength left. He had to be careful trying to release me from the huge knob my internal muscles were gripping at it, my body was trying to hold me in place, grasping at the gearshift. It was slow going as it left me. One more massive spasm as my cunt finally released the knob. I rested on the seat at the side of him, I felt him masturbating, I couldn't help him though as I was finished, Completely drained. I just sat there with my eyes closed until he stopped. I reached over, still feeling exhausted. What a ridiculous idea! A wonderfully ridiculous idea!

    It was certainly a night to remember! I was so exhausted that I was still in bed the next day at noon. When I got up I was stiff, I looked in the mirror and smiled. It was a memorable experience and I was remembering it now.

    Sadly I never did it again, he got another job out of town and we said we'd meet each other half way sometime but it never happened. Whenever I went to the beach I thought about it. I couldn't tell a soul, there are some things you just can't share. Even some really good things. People would think I was a dirty or a pervert for enjoying fucking a car so it was my private little experience. I wondered sometimes if he ever did it again with some other 'lucky' girl. I don't think a lot of girls would do it, not many have a spirit of adventure.

    ***

    I met someone else at work. It's a good place to ease into or out of friendships with people.

    I told my new guy, John, "You can do anything you want to me."

    His eyes got big. He didn't know what I meant and didn't ask. He didn't have a sports car anyway... So... He had other things though, other attributes. We had a lot of fun together. He had only worked at my place for a couple of weeks before he was chatting, casually, not chatting me up, chatting... you know, just to be friendly. That was fine. I needed a break... a short one!

    John saw up my skirt too, another accident! He worked across from me... adjoining desks and he was on the floor one afternoon picking up staples that he'd dropped. So I just nonchalantly opened up a little. I didn't know if he would see, if he was actually looking in my direction. Didn't know that is until I saw his eyes, looking at me. I smiled at him. His face got red. He'd gotten a look at me. The 'ice' was broken. He knew I was a 'real woman,' as the saying goes. A woman a guy could get to know. So, he knew and it was confirmed when he started getting very interested in how I liked my job, bought me a drink at the local and so on. With a naked fanny, a girl could save money on drinks at the pub. Someone was always offering to buy me a wine. Wouldn't you?

    John was a college graduate and shy. I had to bring him out of himself. I showed an interest in him, ask him about his life; where he had gone to school, what he liked to do on weekends. He had something on his mind. He needed another look at me perhaps? Which I didn't hesitate to give him at every opportunity. Once I masturbated a little as he sat opposite me, just a little. He was never going to leave that job! Not while I was there! I was being forward, I know, but he was too shy. He needed to open up. I only did it once. I had a lot of work to do.

    He told me about his girlfriends at school. What they liked to do together. The usual things: beach, dances, cinema he asked me to drive with him to the beach on Friday after work. Skip the local this time. "Do something different," he said.

    He brought wine with him and we sat at the beach and listened to music from a carnival in the distance, it was a warm summer night. A good break from our routine. A little more wine. Then a kiss and we walked to his car and drove home, it was the end of our evening together. I felt unsatisfied. A wine, a kiss, the beach I needed more, I'd been spoiled in the past!

    As we parted he said he'd see me the next afternoon. He told me he had a surprise for me. Boy did he ever! So l was ready when he drove up in the car, he had his dog in the back seat, "He needs a walk, come with us and after we can take him home and we'll go to the cinema."

    Sounded good to me, I looked back as we drove along. The dog was resting on the back seat, looking up at us, panting with his tongue out, tail wagging, in unison with his breathing. He was an Irish setter and had the prettiest red coat. "I've had him more than five years. He was my brother's but my brother went to London and gave him to me."

    "Oh," I said.

    "Here we are," he said. The car pulling up by the park. We got out and strolled on the path. The dog running, leaping, peeing here and there. He seemed to know each particular tree or bush that needed attention. "Funny aren't they, dogs, you'd think they'd run out after awhile," he said.

    I laughed and finally we went back to the car. The dog jumped in the front seat and wouldn't be put in the back. I said, "It's okay. I'll get in back," and climbed in to the back seat.

    We drove off. "You're sure you're okay back there?" he asked.

    I nodded and looked out the window at the trees. The sun had almost set, the sky a brilliant red haze.

    "Where are we going?" I asked.

    "Past the lake at the edge of town and then to the country where my parents live. It's not far."

    The sky was changing colors. Suddenly the dog clambered over the back of the front seat and dropped on the back seat next to me. "He must like you. He doesn't do that to strangers."

    I petted his head, the tongue and tail in constant motion. We drove past the lake and down a country lane. Only hedgerows and a narrow road, no houses, no lights so iIt was getting quite dark. The dog was licking my hand. Nipping slightly at it and I pushed him away. He pawed at me and I pushed him away harder. "He won't hurt you," he said.

    "It's okay," I said.

    He pawed at my waist, I thought it was strange, but he kept at it. I looked up and my friend was watching us in the rear view mirror. "He's just being friendly," he said but the tone of his voice was different now.

    The dog pawing at my waist, licking my fingers and then he was on the floor in front of the back seat and he was trying to get at me with his nose. I pushed him away. "He likes you," my friend said.

    His nose was at my leg and he licked me there, a cold nose on my hot leg. I felt it inside 'there!' He wasn't actually touching it but I still felt it, 'there'.

    I began to get the idea now, this was different, I thought. My friend wasn't quite as shy as I thought. Definitely different. The setter licked my leg again and I pushed at his head. He pawed at my skirt and licked again. his cold nose hunting for something. My friend's eye were at the mirror, watching. It was exciting me. I was alone in the back seat, with the setter, and being watched by hungry eyes. I thought I'd give those eyes a little show and then I'd stop. I wasn't that kind of girl After all, I had given the hint by letting him peek and letting him watch my little exhibition. This was another exhibition I guess and my wondering about it was not stopping this persistent pooch that was intent on me while John watched in his rear view mirror.

    I hoped he was watching the road as well because he was sure having a good look in the back. It was a certainly a scene to behold. The eyes in the mirror, the dog and me, cCoordinated, all interconnected. Searching eyes, searching tongue, searching me and the dog's nose lifted my skirt. The dog got the scent, I could tell because the action quickened, he got more earnest in his assault on me. The car was slowing, pulling off the lane to a quiet side road. It was almost totally dark now. I wondered if he could see all that was happening in the back seat. I let out my breath in a loud sigh, the dog had found its mark between my legs at last. Nose against my pussy mound, jolting me. My legs jerked open as his tongue began licking inside me.

    I heard no sound, only the dog lapping at me. My friend turned in his seat. I looked at him. "It's okay," he said. "Just relax. He won't hurt you."

    He wasn't hurting me. Not... at... all! This wasn't the first time for the dog or him. I was shocked, excited and wet from the dog and wet from my excitement. "Let him lick you," he said.

    I pushed the dog away and straightened my skirt and sat upright. "I'm not going to do this," I said, "Let's go."

    It was all part of the show; I knew he would leave the action at that. John got in the back seat with me. He put his arm around me, "It's okay," he said, "I didn't know what you would do. I'm sorry."

    He kissed me and I kissed him back, I calmed down. What kind of girl did he think I was? The dog didn't understand what was going on and was persisting pawing at me, nuzzling at my skirt. Trying to push it aside and licking at my legs. The dog was very excited and funnily it all excited me. The kisses, the dogs anxiety, he let out a whine and I petted his head. I felt sorry for the dog and let him have another lick at my legs but he pushed further to get at my fanny. I cradled the dog's head into me where I wanted it rather than where it wanted to be. I was very hot now.

    He whined again, "Nice dog, " I said, petting him. He insisted, whined again, kept trying to force his head to where he wanted to go. He was bothering me. Still more kisses from John. There was no one around. I had already let him peek at me, masturbated at my desk in the office a little for him. It was my fault, my idea, in a way, what harm would it do anyway? The dog was nuzzling between my legs again, burrowing in between and under my dress. I liked dogs so I let him burrow some more. He must have my scent really strong by now. I knew I was excited from the attention and my cunt must have been ripe to the sensitive nose of an Irish setter.

    The dog sensed my excitement, wanted to taste it, taste me. He did! I spasmed as I felt it, lifted my bum for it, relaxed even more to the feelings running through me. It was wrong, I knew that, it was dirty, I knew that too. "We'd better go," I said.

    John said "okay," as he kissed me some more.

    "Not yet," I said. "Just a little more and then we'll go."

    The dog was whining, he was fighting to lick me, lick, "Good doggie," I said.

    I was holding his head in place; he was licking me frantically, that naughty dog with the delicious tongue. I was being kissed on the lips by John and kissed on my other lips by John's dog the two tongues went in me again and again. An incessant licking. I was so turned on, two lovers lifting me and I couldn't stop them, I had to let the dog have its way.

    John held me, he reached down, petting the dog first and then he felt my legs he moved them so I was more open. His dog, now eager, hot and frantic, his eager licking exciting me and I suddenly climaxed. There was no warning, It just happened. I couldn't help it, it was so embarrassing. I climaxed so fast. I squirmed on the dog's mouth, his cold nose rubbing against my clit. His hot tongue deep inside the folds if my vagina. It was too much. Far too much. Then all was quiet, quiet and calm again.

    "It's good to cum like that," John said.

    I nodded my head and then rested it on his shoulder. The dog was in the front seat now, quiet, "He's a good dog," I said.

    "Yes," John reply.

    "Where did he learn that?" I asked and suddenly changed my mind, "Never mind," I said. I didn't need to know.

    Another 'Night to Remember'; I saw him again, several times. I grew to like country roads, with the setting sun, and the Irish setter too. Being watched by his horny master.

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