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First published: 05 June 2014

Postman Patricia
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, beast, voyeurism, Exhibitionism

It was a pleasant sunny morning; I had volunteered to deliver the parish newsletter yet again, it was partly because I was bored being at home all day now that the kids were at school all day and partly because I was taking pity on the parishioners, if my husband delivered the newsletter he knocked on every door and had a chat to everyone that was at home, it took him thirteen hours to deliver to everyone in the congregation, it took me just three to four hours, I just folded the booklet as I walked along and pushed it through the letter box as silently as I could and beat a hasty retreat.

As usual, I soon caught up with Bob, our long serving and long suffering postman, "You trying to do me out of a job again Patricia?"

"No, it's unaddressed mail so you couldn't deliver it anyway!"

I had to follow Bob down Mr Jenkins path, Bob knocked the door and I winced, Mr Jenkins was a lonely old man, he loved to talk the hind leg off of a dog if it would stand still long enough, his was definitely one of the houses I'd deliver too as quietly as possible usually. Bob had a recorded letter to deliver so he needed a signature from Mr Jenkins. I really wanted to reach past Bob and jam the newsletter in the letterbox and run for it but Bob was in the way.

I stood patiently as Bob held out his little hand-held computer for Mr Jenkins to sign the tiny screen with the stylus hanging from the side of the machine. As soon as the signature was finished Bob turned and took the newsletter from my hand and passed it to Mr Jenkins.

"There you go Mr Jenkins, the word of God, straight from his chosen disciple here in Northamptonshire and delivered by the fair hand of the disciples very pretty wife."

I could see that Mr Jenkins was planning on having a chat to me as soon as Bob was out of the way but Bob turned and kind of scooped me into his arms and pushed me up the path ahead of him, thus saving me from a verbal mauling from Mister Jenkins and earning Bob my undying gratitude.

Bob and I talked as we walked up and down the street, Bob managed to get out of me that I was definitely bored from being stuck at home all day, willing to do almost anything for a reason to get out of the house for a few hours each day.

"Did you know that I'm due to retire in a few weeks?"

"No, I had no idea that you were so close to retirement age."

"Well, I'm not really but I started out with the Post Office at fourteen as a telegram boy, you know, using a push bike to deliver telegrams in Northampton Town centre and at the moment I'm still covered by the old Post Office terms and conditions, after forty years I can retire and collect my full company pension. Since privatisation though the rumour mill has been rife with speculation about how the private company will try and whittle away at our benefits package, so I'm jumping while I still can."

"So, you're fifty-four years old now?"

"Yep!"

"Well, you don't look fifty-four either."

"Why thank you my dear! Well, now I come to the point of my conversation. The new company is looking for new ways of working, if I can con, erm, persuade someone to take over my route I'll get a bonus for finding a new employee, two hundred and fifty pounds if you start the job, another one hundred and fifty if you are still working for them after a year and then another hundred if you last two years."

"You just said you! I couldn't possibly take on a full time job, I have three kids to look after."

Bob took the little computer out of his pocket, "Ever since we got these things the company has been dying to try out something new, I can offer you the chance to try out what they call a zero hours contract. The way it is at the moment, I have to work for at least seven and a half hours a day on average, so after I've done around five hours delivering around the village, I have to drive back to the depot and work in the sorting office until the end of my shift, they'd much rather have someone who just delivered to the village and just got paid for the hours they worked."

"But I don't drive; I wouldn't be able to pick up the mail from your depot."

"That can be sorted out, far easier than you think actually. So, what do you say? Want me to push your name forward to my boss?"

"Well, I'd definitely be interested in hearing more."

I didn't tell my husband or kids that I was going for a job interview, just in case nothing came of it. Well, I decided to give it a try, at least if I started Bob would get a good bonus for introducing me and if I didn't like it after a few weeks I'd just stop, zero hours contracts work both ways, the employer doesn't have to give notice, they didn't even have to sack you, just set your available hours to zero and you were no longer employed and likewise as the employee, you just had to say that you were no longer available and everyone was happy.

I had to wait for two weeks before I could start work; I noticed one small change in the village in that two weeks, the local post box suddenly grew a large red box on the outside of it, that was where my mail would be delivered to once I started working. I would be given a week to work with Bob to learn the ropes before he finally retired and the day before I was due to start, Bob called round to deliver our mail and asked me to follow him up the village.

At the post box he opened the new addition and inside was my ID card, three sets of uniforms, one with shorts, one with a skirt and one with slacks. There was also a top coat and two jumpers plus a brand new hand held computer that would need charging up overnight and the post bag that I would need to carry all the letters and small parcels in. Then Bob locked the box again before handing me the key.

"I'll meet you here in the morning, if you get here first, just scan the bar code on the outside of your mail sack, transfer as much into your post bag as you can carry and head off for your first delivery. As soon as you scan in, head office will send me an SMS message to say that you've arrived. And I'll catch you up."

I was very excited all night long, so much so that I hardly slept a wink all night. I got the kids onto the school bus and stood looking at my uniforms hanging in my wardrobe, the forecast was for sun all day, so shorts or the skirt, I chose shorts and dressed for work.

I was wearing my post office shirt, post office shorts and sensible shoes with trainer socks on, had my ID card hanging from my neck and my postal bag hanging from my shoulder when I went into my husband's office to tell him that I would be out most of the day. He did look up at me but it didn't seem to register on him that there was something different about me, not even the fact that I was wearing shorts for the first time in my life registered as unusual to him, he just said, "See you later!"

As I walked towards the village post box I just wondered how long it would be before he noticed that I had a job.

Bob was waiting for me at the post box; he let me unlock the box and stood there while I pulled blocks of work out of the mail sack inside the box.

"Each elastic band contains all the letters for one post code but some streets have more than one post code in them so make sure that you have all the mail for the last road, it reduces the amount of wasted time walking when you pick up the rest of your mail."

I managed to fit all of the mail from the sack into my post bag, Bob tilted my computer towards himself, pressed a few buttons and said, "There'll be another drop at around ten o'clock, let's get started."

Bob checked his own hand held computer, "I got the message that you've picked up your work; take the band off of the first pack, what's the first address?"

We walked to the first address; I just popped the letters through the letter box, at the next house my computer beeped, I took it from my pocket and tilted it towards Bob.

"The first line of the address has an X in it instead of the house number, that means it's a problem address, could be a dog but that would usually say dog in the special instructions, as there is nothing showing, just do everything right, make sure that the letters go all the way inside the house, don't make any noise, keep to the path, remember to close the gate and don't drop any red elastic bands outside. They are the usual things that people complain about."

Because of the alert Bob waited at the gate for me to deliver the two letters to the house, as I walked along the path Bob was almost dancing from one foot to the other trying to look past me to make sure that there was nothing left sticking out of the letter box.

The next hour was totally uneventful, my computer buzzed several times as I approached people's driveways but as I had nothing to deliver at those houses I just looked at the screen, all were the same as the first, the top line of the address field had been moved down one line and there was just an X on the left hand side of the first line, two of the addresses said 'Dog' and one said 'Vicious Dog' but the rest just had the 'X' and no other instruction.

At ten o'clock we were walking down a path and the woman that lived there opened the door as we approached, she looked very disappointed that I was with Bob.

"Oh, I was going to offer you a cup of tea Bob."

She was looking daggers at me and I couldn't understand why for the life of me, I didn't really know her but I knew that her son went to the same school as my eldest daughter, the woman was definitely not a Catholic, it wasn't a house that I'd ever delivered a church newsletter to.

"Hi Beth, this is my replacement Patricia, she lives on the other side of the village and we'd really love a cup of tea if there's one going."

Mrs Winston took the letter from my hand and the look she gave Bob told the whole story, even though Beth Winston was younger than me, probably only late twenties or thirty at the very most and Bob was almost double her age there was a look of love in her eyes as she ignored me and invited us both inside.

"You'll have to press that button and then that, it tells the depot that you're going on a break, because you're on zero hours, there is no limit to the length of break that you can take, it just all goes down as un-worked hours but you have to remember to re-start the clock when you've finished your break."

Beth poured three cups of tea and we sat at the kitchen table for a few moments before Beth said, "Can you take a look at a dripping tap for me while your tea cools please Bob? It's in the en-suite bathroom, my old man has tried and failed as usual, all of his tools are still up there scattered around making the place look untidy."

So I found myself in a stranger's kitchen, sitting at her table, drinking tea, all alone. My mother-in-law had several of these houses on this side of the village and I knew exactly where the water stop tap was for the hot and cold water and it was about two feet away from where I was sitting. I had no idea what Bob was doing but it wasn't changing a tap washer with the water still turned on."

There was a muffled radio playing in an upper room of the house and the volume slowly increased until I could hear the radio quite clearly in the kitchen, totally drowning out any noises from above me other than the sound of the radio. I had finished my tea when Bob and a very red faced Beth Winston tumbled back into the kitchen. Bob picked up his cup and drained it in one gulp.

"Right, switch the computer back on to working mode!"

I went through the front door first, Bob held back just out of sight of the front door, I didn't see the kiss but I did hear it. I checked for the next delivery, a recorded letter, Bob still hadn't caught me up as I got to the start of the driveway to the house and my computer burbled to say it had a message, just a warning that the letter had to be signed for.

Bob caught me up, "He won't be in, he's the Tower Captain at the church, if the bells are ringing, he'll be over there, I can pop the letter down the path at the end of the road."

Bob didn't look comfortable, "The computer will show that you were off route when he signs for his letter, could be hard to explain something like that!"

I tapped on the notepad icon in the computer and used the stylus to write 'Note on door to call at church with deliveries!' Bob smiled at me, "Devious little madam, you'll get on well in this job!"

I finished off the rest of that side of the road and took the pathway that led behind the houses and across to the church, entering the churchyard from the back, but that was okay as the back was where the bell tower was situated. The Tower Captain wasn't actually ringing the changes, he was teaching two youngsters how to ring, they were always looking for new blood in the bell ringing team. His face looked a picture when he saw me dressed in the uniform of a postal worker but he was certainly very happy that I'd saved him a trip into Northampton the next day to collect his letter.

The rest of the week was uneventful; I did end up sitting at four other kitchen tables drinking tea alone while Bob fixed a jammed drawer in one master bedroom or helped to move a wardrobe in another or replaced a broken light switch in a third. As we walked away from the house on Friday after Bob had to help rescue a kitten that was stuck under a dressing table, I asked him just how many women in the village he was on 'Intimate' terms with.

"At the moment I have eight girlfriends in the village but over forty years I've probably had fifty different women, I was Beth's mother's boyfriend and the mother passed me on to her daughter when she remarried."

I walked on ahead of him shaking my head. I remembered when I first married and moved into the village, Bob was very flirty with me for ages, he misread my innate shyness for indifference and disinterest. Thankfully over the years I'd definitely come out of my shell a lot, I wondered how I would have responded to Bob's flirtations if he had started flirting with me that week, I doubt that I would have been able to resist the silver tongued devil.

My computer burbled at me just short of the end of my deliveries, the staff in the office were asking me if I wanted to work on Saturday. That would be awkward, the kids would definitely notice that I had a job if I went out on deliveries on a Saturday so I popped a no on the screen and we walked a little further, Bob's computer burbled, they were asking him if he wanted to do my Saturday. Bob just burst out laughing.

"They're short staffed, even though today is officially my last day they want me to come in tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, that's my fault, I've just turned down tomorrow's shift."

Bob and I chatted for a while, he made a good point, the kids would find out sooner or later, I wasn't deliberately keeping it a secret and if I got five hours work in, that would be almost eighty pounds extra in my pay packet.

"Okay Bob, you turn it down as well and I'll pick it up."

I started to type the message on my screen as Bob pressed the no button and as soon as his computer confirmed that the message had been sent, I pressed to accept the Saturday shift. I had been forced to wear the same pair of shorts for five days, it was far too hot to wear the long, winter trousers and I didn't want to risk the skirt while I was working with Bob, it was a little on the short side, I had ordered the long length on the form I had filled in and handed to Bob to take into the office after I'd been confirmed, the same as the shorts, I'd ordered the longer length leg on the shorts too. Both items of clothing had come as the shortest leg length, not too bad for just walking around in but bending down, stretching up and that kind of thing, I needed to keep the shorts on.

Saturday would be my first day on my own, I dumped my shorts in the wash on Friday night and then checked the forecast for Saturday, I was really hoping for a sudden cold spell so that I could wear my winter trousers but Saturday was going to be the hottest day of the week so I'd have to wear my skirt as my shorts wouldn't be dry and ironed in time and they were already wet in the washing machine.

The kids didn't bat an eyelid on Saturday morning when they saw me dressed in my uniform, word had got out around both schools that I'd started working as the new village post woman, or as my son said, "My mummy's a post man!" I told them to be good for their father, he had worked out how to deal with my son's football training and the girls music lessons on Saturday Morning, then he would drop both girls off at ballet and take our son to watch a football match on the park behind where the girls did dance classes, if the kids didn't mention anything to him, he still wouldn't know that I was working.

I walked up to the drop box and scanned the ticket on the front of my mail sack; I made a quick estimation, ninety minutes worth of work, tops! So only around thirty pounds in pay, still far better than sitting at home doing housework all day. I delivered all of the mail for the day, ninety minutes had been an under estimation, I hadn't factored in that I'd have to walk around the whole village, so even with less mail to post, I still had all of the distance to walk.

My last delivery was a registered packet for Don Patterson; Don was an old school friend of my father-in-law's, so in his early sixties and I knew him reasonably well from family events and parties. I got the warning beep to say that this house had to be treated carefully. I looked at the screen, just the X on the top line of the address and nothing else. I wondered why Don's house had a warning, I'm guessing that in the past, there would have been far more information available but as soon as the Data Protection Act 1998 and the Freedom of Information Act 2000 joined forces; every major public company had to sanitise its data.

All companies had to remove warning messages like 'Axe murderer lives here!' or 'Householder is a psychopath!' had to be removed and replaced with something that just made staff be careful around that house. It didn't add anything to staff safety but it saved the company facing the risk of prosecution for holding out of date information or information that couldn't be proven. I did notice that in the notepad for Don Patterson's address it said to call at the rear door if no answer at the front.

I knocked at the front door and got no answer, if I couldn't get a signature for the packet I'd have to return it to my little red box and fill in an 'Undelivered Post' form on my computer as well as fill in a card to post through Don's letter box and I didn't fancy doing either of those things, it had been an item of pride for me that each day I had delivered every single letter, not a single return. And the fact that this was my first day alone, that made it doubly important that I deliver all of the mail,

I walked around the rear of the house and knocked at the back door, I was surprised to hear a dog barking in the kitchen. I had no Idea that Don had a dog and from the sound of it the dog was a large one. I started to add the warning message 'Dog' against the property as the door opened, Don's hair was dripping wet and he was holding his dressing gown closed with one hand and the collar of a huge dog with the other.

"Oh, hi Patricia, Bob did tell me that he was hoping that you were going to replace him as our post man, sorry, post person, or is it Postal operative these days?"

I smiled at him, "Recorded delivery, I need a signature for this small parcel."

"I'm sorry, I don't have a hand free to write with and I daren't let go of either of the things that I'm holding on to."

I stood there like a lemon, computer in one hand and package in the other, not knowing quite what to do.

"Why don't you come in, I've got a fresh pot of tea on the range, you pour out two cups and take them through to the living room, I'll lock Atlas here in the kitchen and join you."

I was about to say that as I was finished for the day it would be better if I just made my last delivery and headed off home.

"Will make a change for the post person to have a cup of tea with a man, Bob seemed to only ever accept tea from his girlfriends but then I guess that they have more to offer a man like Bob than I do."

Don yanked Atlas back out of the way of the door and was chuckling to himself, I also thought that it would be funny, Bob only drank tea at the houses of women who were home alone, and the first house that I accepted a cup of tea while on my own was the house of a man, granted it was a man who I had known for twelve years, a friend of my husband's family but still, I chuckled right along with Don.

Don was struggling to hold Atlas back as I poured out two cups of tea and placed them on the tray that had already been prepared and was sitting on the kitchen table.

"I've never seen Atlas so determined to get at anyone, he's usually so calm and placid. Only ever a few moments of madness when he meets someone new, especially a pretty lady like you but then he usually settles down again in double quick time. You take the tray through into the back parlour, stick it on the coffee table, the table won't mind having tea on it for once."

I carried the tea tray into the parlour, there was a comfortable chair on one side of the coffee table and a two seater sofa on the other side, the parlour was quite a small room, the kind of room that would be really cosy in the winter, even with a small fire in the grate, the single chair had an open newspaper on it and the sofa was clear, so I sat on that after placing the tea tray on the top of the coffee table.

The sofa was old and the seat had given way at the back, so as I sat down I just seemed to carry on going down, Don had joined me before I stopped heading towards the floor, he was sitting opposite me on the easy chair, it looked to me like he was sitting at least a foot higher than me, my knees looked like they were a foot higher than me as well. I didn't know for sure but as my uniform skirt was so short and my knees were so much higher than my bottom, there was a possibility that Don may have had a reasonable chance of seeing my knickers.

Atlas was going mad in the kitchen and as Don signed for his package he kept shouting at the dog to quieten down, the package was ripped open and he took a small 'A-five' sized booklet from inside, he opened the book, looked over at me and smiled before shouting at the dog again. The cover of the book was a light green mat finished flimsy card with yellow writing on the front but light green and yellow didn't give the printing enough definition for me to read what it said but it looked like a cheaply produced seed catalogue.

The book was placed face down on the tea tray, "Damned dog, it only gets this way if there is a bitch in heat in the neighbourhood, have you delivered anything to Rose Cottage on Main Street, I think it's time for Mrs Green's poodle to be in season around now."

I didn't respond, one of the few rules that had been drummed into me by Bob over the past week was, 'Never tell anyone that mail has been delivered if that person isn't the addressee!' in theory, if Mrs Smith was having coffee at Mrs Jones's house and if Mrs Smith asks if you have anything for her, if it had been delivered to her house already then say so, if you haven't got there yet, just say, "I haven't checked the mail for your street yet." In a small village like ours, you could spend all day flicking back and forward through your sack looking for mail for people as they walked past in the street.

"I'm going to have to bring Atlas in here or he'll destroy my kitchen and piss the neighbours off totally with his barking."

Don grabbed a tight hold on the front of his dressing gown as he stood up but as he walked away from me quickly I did notice that the front of his gown flew open, a good thing that he was walking away from me rather than towards me.

Curiosity got the better of me as soon as Don left the room, I picked up the booklet off of the table, the yellow print on the front cover said, 'Colour Climax' on the first line and 'Farmyard Fun #27' on the second line, it struck me as a strange title for a farm catalogue and I opened the book to page three. Page three turned out to be the real front cover, very good quality paper, glossy photographs and the titles repeated from the front cover.

I sat looking at a montage of pictures of three animals on the front cover of the magazine, a stallion, in a state of excitement, a boar in a similar state and a dog with a naked woman standing at the dog's side.

"Where did you drop your leash after our walk boy? Ahh! You put it in your basket did you? Come here boy."

It took a while to realise that the naked woman in the montage was actually with the dog and not just another separate picture within the montage, the thing that gave it away to me was seeing her fingers curled around the dog's cock and it took a while but it eventually dawned on me exactly what the subject of the book was that I'd just delivered to Don under 'plain brown wrapper'. At that moment, I heard the kitchen door open and I threw the booklet back down on the tea tray but it didn't land in anything like the same position as it was when Don put it down and it was too late for me to alter it as Don was being pulled through the parlour doorway by Atlas.

Don had one hand on Atlas's leash and the other holding the front of his dressing gown closed as the dog dragged him into the room, Don had quite a fight with his dog to stop it dragging him over to me. Don used his shins to push the coffee table to one side to give Atlas somewhere to sit between Don's seat and me, as soon as I had space I moved my feet away from the front of the sofa so that my knees were lower and there would be less chance of my knickers being on display to Don.

Eventually Don gained enough control of Atlas to be able to sit opposite me again, and again he had to keep a tight hold on the front of his dressing gown as he sat down to stop it falling open. Atlas was straining at the leash to get at me, Don and I were sitting so close that Atlas could reach my ankle to sniff at and to lick. As soon as the dog's tongue touched my ankle it started to hump its hind quarters, dry humping fresh air. Don leaned over to his right to look under Atlas's belly, he smiled and his eyes flicked up to mine, I leaned to my left slightly, there was a flash of what my daughters would call a dog's 'lipstick', about a half of an inch of bright pink flashing out of the brindle sheath as Atlas humped forwards towards me.

"You must have delivered to a house where there is a bitch in heat, their scent gets everywhere!"

I couldn't take my eyes off of Atlas's cock; each forward hump seemed to make the lipstick extend a fraction of an inch more out of his sheath and the more it showed, the redder it seemed to get. In my peripheral vision I could see that Don was now grinning at me, his eyes seemed to check that I was still looking between his dog's hind legs, then his eyes flashed all over my face and then they dropped to the open neck of my uniform shirt and then down to the bulge in my shirt made by my thirty-six inch, c-cup breasts before moving on to my knees.

Don allowed Atlas's leash to slip through his fingers a little, Atlas lurched forward, I felt his tongue washing over my shin now, mid-way between my ankle and my knee. Atlas lurched in another area as well, as he jumped forward, his hind legs had to skip forward and as they did, his lipstick jumped to more than three inches long showing past his sheath.

I heard Don chuckle, my face felt like it was getting almost as red as Atlas's cock, Don leaned forward slightly, he let go of the front of his dressing gown to pat Atlas's rump, well pat and push it down slightly, as Atlas humped forward, the fact that Don was pushing down slightly made Atlas's cock come very close to rubbing against my shoe. I let my eyes flash up to Don's face momentarily, there was almost a glow emanating from his eyes and as my attention returned to Atlas's cock I realised that the front of Don's dressing gown was open by around two inches, as my eyes flashed back down to the dog's cock, I noticed Don's hairy chest, hairy belly, his belly button and the hair that sprouted below a man's belly button through his slightly open dressing gown.

Don allowed a little more of Atlas's leash to slip through his fingers, another skip forward by the dog and now it was sniffing and licking around my knee, Don's chuckle got a little louder.

"Can you still smell that bitch on Patricia's leg Atlas boy? Can't be Mrs Green's poodle then, not that high up Patricia's leg; must be a much bigger bitch, I wonder who's though?"

Don had been almost whispering so I may not have heard him properly but I was sure that the dog with his much keener sense of hearing had heard every word his master said. As Atlas licked my knee I felt my mouth starting to dry up, now my eyes were flicking rapidly from the dog's cock to Don's lap, I could see plenty of pubic hair but hadn't seen his cock yet.

My God, I had definitely changed in just one week, eight days ago I'd have run a mile if I found myself in a situation like this, one week of sitting in stranger's kitchens drinking tea while Bob fucked his girlfriends above me had definitely desensitised me to sex. Now, instead of running a mile, I was sitting and looking to try and see my father-in-law's best friend's cock. Where I was looking wasn't lost on Don either, he could see that I was dividing my time between looking at the dog's lipstick and trying to see his own cock, Don waited until I was looking at him and he slid forward in his seat a little and let out a little more of Atlas's leash through his fingers.

The front of Don's dressing gown slipped a little wider and suddenly I could see flesh peeking through his pubic hair but the gap was still a little too narrow for me to get a real good look, the feeling of Atlas's tongue licking so high up my thigh drew my attention instantly back to the dog's head. Atlas was going a little crazy, trying to lick every inch of my upper thigh as well as sniff what lay beyond and above; his hips seemed to be pumping even faster, with even more energy.

Don sat upright and pushed Atlas's rump down again, Atlas's cock pressed against my shin, warm and wet, I couldn't look at the dog's cock anymore because I was fixated on its tongue, at the end of each lick, the tip of Atlas's cock was lifting the hem of my skirt just a little, well, that was until another two inches of leash was slipped free and Atlas dipped his head down as he hopped forward and when he started licking again the hem of my shirt flipped up and over, exposing to about half way up my panties.

My mouth was totally dry, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, I was shivering from the cold as well as sweating from the heat, even from four feet away Don could see that the crotch of my knickers were so wet that it looked like I had pissed myself. Atlas's tongue was now spending most of its time licking across the crotch of my knickers rather than licking at the top of my bare leg.

"Ah, so that's it boy, the bitch on heat wasn't Mrs Green's poodle after all was it?"

Don had spoken louder that time, causing me to look up at him; he reached his right hand into his dressing gown's pocket, searched for something and after finding it he started to pull his hand out again. Because his gown wasn't fastened and the pocket was a little tight, it was a little like a monkey caught in a bottle trap, Don was pulling at the pocket but it was very hard to get his hand out without letting go of whatever it was that was in his pocket.

When Don finally got his hand free of his pocket his dressing gown was wide open, he had a small bottle in his right hand but I wasn't looking at that. I was firmly fixed on Don's cock that was now well out in the open; his cock was lying across his upper thigh, about eight inches long and two inches diameter, while totally flaccid. I was trying hard to swallow but couldn't, I only had my husband's cock as a reference point, well, my husband's cock and my son's cock. Don was two inches longer and a good half an inch fatter flaccid than my husband was fully erect!

I heard Don sniff deeply and looked at his face; he was holding the open bottle under his left nostril while his thumb was pressing his right nostril closed, then he moved the bottle under his right nostril while his index finger closed his left nostril and he sniffed in deeply again. Don shook his head and almost snorted like a horse. I caught a little movement in my peripheral vision and when I looked down, Don's cock was now standing like a flagpole, it had to be almost an instant reaction to sniffing whatever chemical it was that was filling the little bottle. I gasped in a deep breath involuntarily; at close to ten inches long and three inches in diameter, the closest I could compare Don's cock to was a stallion about to cover a mare.

Don slipped off of his seat and walked on his knees, his dressing gown was now still on the chair and Don was totally naked.

"Come on boy, stop humping Patricia's knee!"

Don pulled Atlas off of my leg but not over to the right, he pulled him off to the left, forcing my legs apart so now Atlas was standing between my legs, just sniffing and licking all around the crotch of my knickers. Don moved in closer, he pushed the still open bottle under my nose and closed off the other side.

"Sniff in as deeply as you can!"

I did as Don told me too, there was an instant buzz on my head, my heart sounded momentarily quieter; Don moved the bottle over quickly.

"Sniff again, as hard as you can."

I sniffed in again, my heart felt like it slowed slightly and I relaxed a lot, then I suddenly started to feel a heat between my legs, well, let's not be coy about it, I felt my cunt get physically hotter and as Atlas's tongue lapped over my crotch again I felt suddenly more turned on than I had ever felt in my life before and even though Atlas had licked over my crotch several times already, the next time he did it registered on my body far more aggressively even though Atlas wasn't putting any more effort into his licking.

Don reached for the coffee table and picked up the booklet, he wasn't holding Atlas's leash any longer but Atlas wasn't interested in moving, he was licking and sniffing in the area he had been trying to reach all along. Don flicked through a few pages in the book and then he bent the spine back and passed it to me.

I found it very difficult to move my hands, I seemed to be frozen to the spot but Don lifted my arm and placed the book in my hand. There were four pictures on that page, a dog very similar to Atlas was in the process of fucking a blond woman. I was staring at the picture when I felt my bottom moving slightly across the seat of the sofa, Don's hands were behind my knees and he was pulling my bottom off of the sofa.

Don turned the page in the book that I was looking in, this time the blond woman was on her hands and knees and a boar was jumping up at her back in the first picture and by the third photograph the corkscrew that a boar has for a cock was zipping into the woman's cunt.

Don pushed the bottle up my nostril again, I sniffed up without being told to this time, I got two shots up each nostril that time, the buzz in my head got far louder and the heat in my own cunt was almost driving me mad. Don took a hold of my knickers on the right hand side, his hands on each side of the side seam and rent them apart. He pulled what was left of my torn knickers down my right leg and off over my shoe.

Don dribbled a little of the drug from the small bottle over the gusset of my torn knickers and then dropped them at the side of my face. Atlas suddenly jumped up, his front legs either side of my ribs and he hopped forwards so that he could sniff at my torn knickers and as he did, Don's hand reached between us and aimed Atlas's cock at my wide open vagina.

Atlas's humping went meteoric, his cock stabbing wildly at my vaginal sheath, the feeling was out of this world, I reasoned that the extra feeling was probably more due to the drugs or the taboo nature of my situation at that moment than any real sexual effect of the dog's strangely shaped cock. The drug also had the effect of making time seem to go much slower for me, Atlas was really pounding away into me but from my perspective it looked almost pedestrian, as if the dog was fucking me in slow motion. My orgasm wasn't in slow motion though, that came fast enough.

I knew the basic anatomy of a dog, I knew that at some point he would try and get his knot into my cunt, I started to give instructions to my arms, making them reach between me and Atlas, reaching for his cock so I could stop him tying with me. I was surprised to find that Atlas had already managed to get his knot up me and I had felt no pain at all. The other thing I know about dogs was, when they tied with a bitch, because of the additional tightness, the dog would slow to an almost halt before he started to dispense his sperm into the bitch.

Atlas was fucking me at some speed for fifteen to twenty minutes before my vagina began to clamp down on his cock rather than his cock swelling up enough to lock into me. Atlas suddenly stopped fucking me, he just stood rocking gently back and forth as his cock spewed at least a gallon of canine seed into my body.

"Makes a change to have someone other than me help you out doesn't it boy? Was her cunt nice and soft for you? Did she feel nice and loose for you until the Amyl Nitrate wore off?"

I tried to push Atlas off of me; it should have been easy enough, when I had felt his knot inside my cunt with my fingers there was more than enough room, when I couldn't budge the dog and it suddenly felt very painful between my legs, I reached between us again, my cunt seemed to be far smaller now than when Atlas started fucking me.

Don walked over to his telephone, his cock swung from side to side as he walked, he took another snort from his little bottle and his cock suddenly stiffened to a rod of iron once again. Don took another look at his dog tied on top of me and smiled into the mouthpiece of his telephone.

"Yes ... very good thanks ... well, if you would like to see something of interest, why don't you pop over now ... see you then!"

One sided conversations never made sense to me, Atlas was now trying to pull away from me and the hairs on his belly were tickling me so I started to giggle nervously as I stared at Don's cock standing out from his groin. There was the sound of a powerful car being driven at speed through the village, followed by the screech of breaks close by and moments later a knocking at the kitchen door.

"Come in, were in the parlour."

I heard heavy boots tramping through the kitchen and looked towards the kitchen door; I literally shit myself when my father-in-law stepped into the parlour's doorway.

"Bollocks, so what do I owe you?"

"Well, I bet you fifty quid that I could get to fuck Patricia before Sunday and you agreed to the bet, then I bet you another fifty that I could get Atlas to fuck her and you gave me five to one that I couldn't, so, you owe me two hundred and fifty so far. Now I'm going to open up her cunt again so Atlas can get free and then you're going to owe me another fifty."

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