Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by tour local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.

First Published: 31 January 2011

The Hunt
by Isabella
Written for Bob, hope you like your story, Rose X

I had worked in the kennels of our local hunt since I left school, when I started there we had a staff of eight, but in those days we would hunt three times month and breed dogs for our own needs and to sell to other hunts. Now, there is just me and two part timers, we thought that the kennels would have been closed totally after the government banned hunting. Not many people would pay the twenty thousand pounds a year it took to be a member of a hunt and keep horses and tack in hunting condition, just to follow a man dragging a sack filled with offal through the fields.

I had worked around the horses and hounds for twenty years and had never once thought of them in a sexual way, well, not beyond that which nature intended. I have to admit that it did turn me on a little watching two dogs mate and when a mare stood for a stallion, well, let's just say, my husband benefited that night like it was his birthday. That is, until the day my husband brought me an Acer Laptop for my birthday, a laptop with built in internet access for a year and, a tiny webcam mounted in the lid, a sticker next to the webcam, proudly proclaiming that it was optimised for low light operation.

I was on a rare day off when I decided to try out my new computer, I looked at holidays that I could never afford, clothes that I had nowhere to go wearing them, car's I couldn't drive, it took me about an hour to get bored, had my husband wasted a hundred pounds buying my present, second hand off of Dodgy Dave at the pub, I'm sure they call it previously owned in the trade, I'm sure that if it came from Dodgy Dave at the pub, the previous owner didn't know he was the previous owner before I became the new owner.

I clicked on a button called favourites, the list of sites that the previous owner had selected as his favourites were all of a sexual nature; one just said chat, so I thought that would be innocent enough. I selected the chat option, it opened Literotica's chat room, I had to join the chat, I was asked to make up a name or handle for myself, because of my job I called myself 'KennelMaid', when I opened the main chat room there were almost two hundred people chatting, the messages scrolled past on the screen so fast that I couldn't read any of them.

After about thirty seconds I was invited to a private chat by 'DirtyOldMan', I accepted, it was either that or I was going to have to close the chat down completely because it was unusable.

'DirtyOldMan' - "How long have you been into animal sex?"

'KennelMaid' - "What?"

'DirtyOldMan' - "I assumed from your name you were into fucking dogs!"

I closed the private chat window and then closed Literotica, followed by the laptop lid. I didn't use the pc or internet for a few days, my husband asked me to look up a route for him to get to Bristol from our home in Northamptonshire, I had to open the internet to use Bing Maps and as I opened the internet it opened on the Literotica Chat page. I opened a new tab for Bing Maps, I could just as easily over written the Literotica URL but for some reason I didn't, I got my husband his route, if I had a printer it would have saved me a whole lot of writing by hand but I didn't have one.

I took my laptop into work with me, I was in the preparation room, there was a bitch in heat, she was a Crufts best of breed two years earlier, we didn't have a dog of the class necessary to cover her, we were after all, not looking for dogs to run with the hunt, from her, we were looking for cash puppies.

I made the phone call, the owner of the kennels had arranged with a friend of his to make his prize winning dog available when our bitch was ready, he surprised me, he was coming in our direction so he would bring his dog with him, we were going to cover our bitch today, even though we would have had two or three more days of her being in season. I really hoped she was ready, she was very young and had never been put with a dog before, she may not have understood her body's signals, after the first time, she would know exactly what to do when standing for a dog.

Tink, the bitch's 'kennel' name, most of our dogs were un-named, our pack consisted of one hundred and twenty dogs who all looked almost identical didn't need names, we just gave them numbers. Tink had been shown at Crufts and so needed to have a name.

I used the laptop to search through a few of the other favourites that were set in the memory by the previous owner, they all seemed to be pornography based, either picture sites, video sites or story sites, I looked through a few short stories, I didn't read all the way through any of the stories, just dipped in and out, the main themes of most of the stories seemed to be females with dog's or horses, as I worked around both, it did peak my interest slightly, I had at least an hour to fill before the dog was due to arrive so there was a lot of opportunity to read stories.

Robert McMinn brought his dog Atlas to do his work with Tink, payment was to be first pick of any litter that ensued from the union. The pack had been taken out on exercise, Tink being on heat in such proximity to the male dogs was sending them mad, dog mounting dog with little chance of success, one of my co-workers had taken a horse and a trumpet to give the dogs a run on our owners land.

As soon as Atles swaggered into the room, Tink went into defensive mode, ears down, tail lowered and shoulders hunched down, ready to spring, teeth bared and growling. Robert called Atlas to heal and slipped a leash on his collar. Atlas had a swagger born` out of over a hundred successful conquests but Robert had seen all these signs before, he knew that this was Tink's first time and that some immature bitches tried to fight off a dog when they were first put to stud.

We had around three days to cover Tink, Robert told me to exercise her and he would be back with Atlas in two days time. I nodded my agreement but didn't have a clue what he meant, I had never come across the problem before, my usual problem was stopping the bitch on heat standing for every dog in the pack, not persuading one to stand.

When I contacted one of my friends in a dog breeding kennel, she had come across the problem and the solution, which I couldn't believe when she told me. I was expected to exercise Tink, the usual way was for the kennel staff, who the bitch already trusted, to use an artificial penis, a finger or other suitably shaped item to open the bitches vagina. If it was done gently and lovingly with treats and lots of praise, the bitch would eventually welcome a dog when he was introduced to her.

I started patting and fussing with Tink, I gave her a few treats and then worked my way to her rear end, I got as far as rubbing my finger around her vaginal area but couldn't bring myself to actually insert my finger into her, but the proof was there as I was rubbing around her vagina she was actually standing for me, she had even raised her tail, 'inviting' me to continue but I chickened out.

I had arranged for the pack to be taken out for an all day exercise instead of the usual two hours, so there was nothing else to do except look after Tink and exercise her but after I found that I couldn't actually do it, exercising her jaw instead of her vagina. As there was nothing to do around the kennels I decided to take Tink to my house, she wasn't use to walking on a leash but as her pups would only be valuable if she was mated with a prize winning dog, I couldn't afford for her to run off, even for a few minutes. Farmyard dogs wouldn't worry if the bitch bit them or struggled, they would just do her and lick their wounds after.

I left Tink to play with a chew while I cleaned up a little, then, bored, I opened my laptop and logged in to the internet. Literotica was the first page again, I put in my password and opened the first chat room, within seconds I was invited to a private chat by 'DirtyOldMan', I remembered our previous chat and the fact that I had closed down on him but I accepted again.

'DirtyOldMan' - "I'm sorry, did I offend you the last time we spoke?"

'KennelMaid' - "I wasn't expecting anyone to talk about my dogs in that way!"

'DirtyOldMan' - "So, you're not into sex with dog's then?"

'KennelMaid' - "I used this name because I work in a kennel!"

'DirtyOldMan' - "Oh, I'm sorry then, I thought, well, so many women in here do seem to be, well!"

'KennelMaid' - "No, it never crossed my mind before!"

'DirtyOldMan' - "In that case I'm sorry, I was just curious, I've spoken to a few women who say they are into their pets!"

We chatted quite normally for a while, then we got round to why I was at home chatting when I should have been at work, I mentioned Tink and her problem, then I mentioned whet I was expected to do and the fact that I couldn't do it.

'DirtyOldMan' - "I know you'll think I am a bit, or a lot, weird but, I'm at a loose end, we are only ten miles apart, would you like to meet for a drink, tea, coffee or something stronger!"

Now I know that you seasoned web chatters will know, the last thing you do is meet someone you don't know but he gave me his mobile phone number and address, he told me to leave a note giving his details, if anything happened my husband would find the note and could direct help to me. I was new to the internet, he was the first person I had ever spoken too online, and he seemed genuine.

'KennelMaid' - "I don't have any way to get to you and I have to look after Tink, why don't you come over here, park in the pub car park, if I don't like what I see, or I chicken out, then I'll call you on your mobile and apologise!"

I locked Tink in the kitchen and stood in my living room window even though I knew that Lenny, the real name of 'DirtyOldMan', couldn't possibly be at the pub opposite in less than twenty minutes, I had no idea why I was so, 'on edge', I wasn't looking for anything, I was perfectly happy with my husband, well, happy at any rate.

I suppose that I had been turned on slightly at the prospect of seeing Tink getting screwed for the first time and from reading all that pornography, my husband would be away for three days in Bristol, so I couldn't use him to ease my sexual tension, not that I was consciously substituting Lenny for my husband in that role.

A beat up, old, Ford Escort pulled onto the pub car park, a child stepped out of the driving seat, he looked about fifteen or younger, I checked the last message from 'DirtyOldMan', his mobile phone number was in it, I dialled the number, I watched the kid put his hand in his pocket and then up to his ear, "Hi, do you like what you see?"

"I'm very worried, how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen!"

"You look like you should still be at school, why didn't you say you were eighteen?"

"I would have said if you had asked, but you didn't ask!"

"It isn't in your profile either, and your name says you are an old man, a dirty old man!"

"When I had my age in my profile, women just ignored me all the time, so I don't say unless asked. So, can I come in for coffee?"

"You're far too young, I;m twice your age!"

"Far too young for coffee! How old do you have to be for coffee?"

"But I'm twice your age!"

"But it's just for a cup of coffee!"

I had to agree with his logic, I had invited him over for coffee, nothing else, no matter what was in my subconscious mind. I opened the front door and beckoned him over, a huge grin broke across his face as he locked his car and jogged across the road, just at the moment that three of my neighbours pulled their net curtains to one side to get a good look at him.

I closed the front door before I opened the kitchen door; Lenny followed me into the kitchen, instead of sitting in the living room as invited. Tink started jumping up at him, she was very excited by the newcomer, something about his scent seemed to interest her deeply, "Hello girl, are you the lucky little lady who is waiting to get fucked then?" Lenny asked as he fussed the dog.

I made the coffee and invited Lenny back into the living room, he stepped to one side to let Tink go through in front of him, "She can't go in the living room, she's on heat!"

"What does that mean?"

"She'll make a mess on the carpet and furniture!"

"How?"

I pointed to the floor, tiny pink spots all over the linoleum, Lenny was looking to see where the pink spots were coming from, as soon as Tink realised that Lenny was interested in her rear end, she started to turn away from him and lowered her tail.

"I can't see where it's coming from!"

I started to give her a little fuss, I held her head and ruffled the fur between her ears and around her neck, I chatted to her soothingly, suddenly she altered her stance, she stood, in the traditional mating position, then her tail slowly lifted, not wagging as an excited dog would, she just stood, with her tail raised, still as a statue.

Lenny was looking at her vagina, "It looks like she is clenching and releasing her muscles around there, look! Look! I can see a little of her juice dripping out!"

Lenny was definitely getting excited at what he could see, probably because he was in a room, in private, with a woman who was the same age as his mother, I got the feeling that he had a little bit of a mother fixation, and as I fussed with Tink, I was getting a little bit of a son fixation too.

Then it hit me, Lenny was getting turned on, Tink was standing for sex, even though her mate was about thirty miles away, I had been told to exercise her, sexually, to get her ready to mate with Atlas in two days time and I wasn't particularly interested in sticking my finger up her cunt or anything else, a small dildo had been suggested if I didn't want to use my own finger. "You can touch her if you like!"

"What? Wow, can I really?"

"Yes, why don't you rub her back there?"

Lenny almost cum in his pants at my suggestion, he rubbed his finger in the liquid that was leaking out of her vagina and began to massage it around her labia.

"Do you want to push your finger up her?"

"God!"

Lenny slipped his finger into Tink's vagina, he was treating her as if she was a girl, trying to bring her off with his finger, alternating between pushing a finger in her and massaging around her outer lips.

I was definitely way beyond excited, my mouth was dry and I was flooding myself down below, if I were in the living room, I would be making a mess on the furniture.

"Would you like to try and fuck her?"

"You what?"

"Would you like to fuck her properly, she needs to be helped, they call it exercised in the trade when it's a bitch's first time and she doesn't know what to do, I'll hold her and you can fuck her if you like!"

I didn't have to tell Lenny twice, he unzipped his trousers and went to move against her, "Stop, take your clothes off, you'll make a mess on the front of your trousers, take your shirt off too!"

Lenny didn't seem to be at all shy, he stripped off in a flash, then, as I held Tink's head, Lenny mounted her like a stud champion, Tink was so tight that Lenny didn't last very long before he fired off into her in just a minute or two. He held himself inside of her for a few extra seconds before his cock was too soft to hold inside her and he slipped out.

I let Tink's head go and she ran across the kitchen, turned three times and settled down on the back door mat, she lay there, lapping Lenny's cum up as it leaked out of her cunt. I was surprised by Lenny, his taught young body, glistening now with sweat, his cock and balls, covered in a slick film of Tink's and his joint juice. I was also surprised because as I knelt there looking at his naked body he didn't seem the least bit shy, it took a while for him to get his breath back but as soon as he was breathing normally, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

I have no idea how it happened, but within two minutes I was on my back, on the floor, laying in a puddle of Lenny's cum, he had stripped me naked with the expertise of a much older lothario and was inserting his cock in my body, still covered in Tink's fluid. It was a wild ride, Lenny fucked me hard for about thirty minutes, he asked if he could cum in me and I suddenly realised that it was the wrong time of the month for me to be having unprotected sex with a virile young boy, "No, for god's sake no!"

"Well, can I fuck your arse then and cum up there?"

Long story short, I let him cum in my mouth, I wanted to get dressed but Lenny stopped me, we just cuddled there on the floor for twenty minutes and then Lenny fucked me again, the boy was an absolute stallion, three erections in less than two hours, he asked again if he could cum in my cunt or arse, "I'm sure Tink is ready for another bit of exercise by now!"

I knelt, naked on the floor, holding Tink's head and making a fuss of her, she started licking me clean as Lenny fucked her for the second time.

Even though I had two days before my husband was due home I still insisted on kicking Lenny out of my house, but only after he had fucked me for a third time, this time he didn't ask, he just used my arse hole as a cum dump. Lenny came back the next day, he exercised Tink six times the next day and me five times.

Robert McMinn returned the next day and was delighted when Tink stood, unaided, for Atlas to cover her, after Atlas finally managed to free his knot from her cunt and he moved off licking his cock and balls Tink turned to look at Robert, I swear she winked at him as she wiggled her hind quarters at him.

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