Lisa - Part 2

The drive home was torturous. Lisa was so turned on, all she wanted was to shove her had into her poo-filled underwear and frig herself to a wonderful cum, but Mark had forbid it in the restaurant, and she did as he bid her. So, instead of masturbating in the car like she wanted, she sat and twitched in her seat. The feeling of the hot shit, all soft and liquidy due to the piss all missed up with it, squishing around between her legs and up her ass was just incredible, but it only served to turn her on more, and she was now uncomfortable aroused. If she had been alone in a public park with hundred of people around, she would have hiked up her skirt and fingered herself crazy, but Mark was in control and she did her best to keep her hand away from her legs, though she failed every time her attention laxed.

Mark parked the car, grabbed his luggage from the trunk while Lisa rushed to the front door and unlocked it. It was Mark's house, and even though Lisa did not live there with him, she stayed over enough to have a key and even a small supply of cloths, although half of them were probably illegal to be worn in public - but that's not what there were meant for anyway.

"Okay, babe," Mark said. "Time to go get cleaned up."

Lisa looked at him with an expression of horror. "Please, no, Mark! It feels so good, please - "

"Are you defying me?" he asked, taking an aggressive step towards her. As the Dom of there little alternative relationship, he expected obedience and they both expected him to punish her when he didn't get it. Lisa was alright with that - actually, she adored the abuse and felt just as much love when he was kissing her as when he was punishing her. There was complete trust there, on both sides, which is why the relationship worked as well as it did.

"No, my love. I'm begging you." She dropped down to her knees and crawled across the floor and hugged his legs and kissed his shoes. "Please, please, please let me keep my shit-filled underwear on a little longer."

She could see that her words were getting through and her pleads and dirty-talk was turning him on. "Oh, it feels so good to have so much shit smeared on my ass and shoved so deep in my cunt. Mark, it feels so good, and my cunt is so full of it, nasty, dirty, filthy shit. My own shit. I shit myself, Mark. I shit in my own pants and it feels so good. God, I am so horny right now, so fucking wet, so fucking hot right now. Please don't make me wash now, Mark. I'm so fucking dirty - I'll do anything you want."

"Anything, huh?" he asked, trying to be nonchalant about it, like the offer meant nothing to him, but his voice gave away his excitement at catching her.

Lisa realized immediately what he would ask for his anything. There was one thing that he had wanted her to do for a long time but she had always refused and was severely punished for - but when one likes the punishment, no matter how rough it is or how hard it hurts, it isn't really a good way to get someone to do something they don't want to. He could have forced her to do it, there were ways. And could have threatened to break up with her if she didn't comply, and she would have done it, too, to keep him with her, but that was not the type of dom/sub relationship they had. They respected each other's limits, not that there were many.

But now she had given him the option to make a deal. And she thought about it a moment and realized that, to keep the wonderful feeling in her pants as long as possible, she was willing to do it. But she was going to haggle for it.

"Okay, I'll suck off Max if I can keep the poop in my pants, get to finish shitting, and get to make myself cum while doing it."

"Oh, I don't know about that. Sucking Max off will get you being able to stay in your underwear until you finish. Promise to fuck him tomorrow, too, and then you can crap yourself too. Spray his cum all over your face and tits and swallow some, then you can cum."

Lisa nodded. It was worth it.

"Okay, then," Mark said, grinning from ear to ear. You have to go get him, but strip down naked except for you briefs before you do."

Lisa leapt to her feet and started to slowly dance around, wiggling around and stretching into sexy poses while Mark watched. She peeled off her cloths, one at a time, and tossed them around the room. The dancing made the poo in her pants smack against her skin and bulged against the material. She played with her tits for a while, knowing how much Mark loved to see her tease the nipples until they were hard and jutting out.

"Okay," he said. "Go get Max."

Lisa rushed to the back door and out into the yard. It was dark, at first, but she was not at all surprised when Mark flicked on the porch light, illuminating her mostly nude state. She walked across the wet grass and dirt over to the waist high fence around the yard. She leaned over it, into the neighbor's yard, and as gave a quiet call for Max.

"Max! Max! Come here, Max!"

Max trotted into the light from the porch. He was a large dog, German Shepard, Rockwieller, and Lab mix - very big and muscular with the brown and black coloration of the Rockwieller, the intelligence and obedience of a German Shepard, and the friendly, playful nature of the Lab. She always had like Max, even though she wasn't a dog person - he was the perfect dog, and she enjoyed playing fetch with him when Mark watched him when Max's owners were away.

Lisa reached over the fence and unhooked the chain that kept Max in the yard; as soon as her hand was close enough to his face, his wide, rough tongue started licking her arm. "Come here, Max," she prompted him, smacking her hands against her naked thighs. "Come here."

Max looked back at his owner's house; he was smart enough to know that he shouldn't leave the yard, but he also knew the woman that was calling him over, and he trusted her. He had stayed with her before. He gave into his temptation and leapt over the fence. Lisa grabbed his collar and led him into the house and into the living room, figuring that the large space and hardwood floors might make it easier.

Lisa didn't know anything about turning on a dog, though, but she was going to do her best. She knelt down in front of Max, rubbing his ears and neck with her hands. She had his full attention, he was just standing there, his tongue lulling out, letting her pet him. She leaned in a bit closer and his tongue flashed out, catching her on the cheek. Lisa giggled.

"Well?" Mark said. "He wants to make out with you."

Lisa laughed a little more and leaned in, and Max started to lick her face again, from her chin up to her nose. Lisa opened her mouth so that when Max's tongue traveled up her face, it dipped inside. It was rather enjoyable, in that forbidden, taboo kind of way, and knowing that Mark was watching made it all the more exciting.

She moved in closer, her lips almost touching his muzzle; when he licked, his tongue darted directly into her mouth, licked around, then retreated. She started to lick back, her tongue caressing Max's for the brief seconds in was in her mouth. She was French kissing a dog and she liked it.

Lisa was close to him at this point, and leaned her weight on one arm while her other started to rub Max's under belly, starting between his front legs but slowly caressing her way through his short fur to between his back legs. She had to lean in more to reach, but her hands finally found the furry testicles, and she started to caress them with a gentle, loving hand. Max seemed to enjoy it; he didn't move at all, but he stopped kissing in favor of panting a bit - which reminded Lisa of a boy she dated briefly in high school.

She ran her fingers around his balls until she felt his prick starting to emerge from its sheath. She shifted her position down to his side, kneeling so she could get a view of the red and pink penis that was growing between her fingers. She was jacking it slightly, and it continued to grow rapidly, becoming long and very thick in her hands, thicker then Mark was, it seemed, with a huge knob at the bottom, a knot, or something like that from what Mark had said. He had told her that it holds the male dog to the female dog so that the semen could not leak out after sex. At the time, it had sounded ghastly, but now that she was seeing up, she was curious to feel what it would like to be knotted. She would know tomorrow.

She lowered her mouth onto Max's cock, surprised to find that it was already leaking pre-cum. She started to suck, gently, and swallowed every drop that fell in her mouth. After getting used to the size and the way Max's hips moved to hump her mouth, Lisa started to bob her head on the dog's cock, moaning softly as she did so. She should have tried this when Mark had first asked her too - it was an amazing thrill!

Lisa reached down and started to massage her clit through her pants, the circular motion stirring the poo in her underwear and sending it swirling all around her pussy. It felt wonderful, but she made sure that she was not going to stimulate herself to cumming. She wouldn't do that until after she had finished off Max.

The dog seemed to be having a great time. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, hanging off to one side, and his eyes stared off at nothing as he pumped his dick in and out of Lisa's mouth, fucking her face, but gently. Every so often he let out a little yelp or whince, but he never once even pulled away a little, so Lisa figured those were happy noises, not ones of pain.

Lisa was pretty much sitting on her feet, so her butt was not pressed on the floor. When she gave her bowels a bit of a nudge, grunting as she did so Mark would know exactly what she was doing, her shit exploded out unhindered. It was not as hard and thick as it had been, and it mushed up in the back of her briefs into one large ball, which bulged out to the floor. She reached around under her crotch with one hand, retrieved the lump of shit, and pulled it to the front of her briefs, where she started to smash it in and smear it around. She started pushing again, and even gooshier shit fled from her ass. When the back bugled once more, she reached around and pulled it forward, pushing the shit down into the legs of the briefs. She was running out of room in the pants, she knew. They were already fat and bloated all around. She pushed again, sure that this would be the last of it, and this time she needed to strain before she could squeeze anything out, but when she did, it was were liquidy, diarrhea-like in consistency, but that made it even more erotic.

His knot was expanding and the amount of pre-cum leaking from his cock was amazing; Lisa was swallowing a mouth full or so every few stroked. Max gave a sudden bark, and his cock spewed it cum into Lisa's mouth. Her mouth was filled quickly, but she didn't swallow. She pulled back and aimed Max's erupting dick at her face and then her tits, covering herself with his hot doggy jiz. Mark was right above her, wanking his cock hard in his hands. She looked up at him, her face coated in white goop, and opened her mouth, revealing a small lake of cum. She swallowed a little bit of it giving a yum-moan to show how much she loved it, and opened her mouth to show Mark that some of the dog cum was gone.

That was all he needed and Mark blasted his cum into her mouth and across her face and boobs. He was spurting long, thick jets of jiz all over her - she couldn't remember the last time he had showered her with so much of it and over such a long time. He must have really like her performance. Lisa swallowed the rest of the cum mixture in her mouth, licked her lips to for more of it, then raised her tits, one at a time, to her mouth and licked as much of them clean as her tongue could reach.

She knew what her boyfriend liked to see, but it wasn't all for him - Lisa had always been one of those girls who like cum - she liked it in her mouth, liked drinking it down, like it all over her skin. Some day, she was sure, she would be covered in cum, from head to toe, maybe even bath in a tub full of it. She wasn't sure how she was going to accomplish this goal, but she would. Mark would help, she was sure.

With both males satisfied, Lisa went to work on herself. She reached her hand into her pants to rub her clit directly. Her pants held a thick soup of liquid, and with the waist band parted, the stench of it hit her for the first time, taking her that much closer to the edge of her climax. It only took a few strokes before her body was convulsing from the amazing strength of the orgasm that exploded throughout her body.

Worn out by the experience and a washed in the warm glow of finally cumming, Lisa fell back and laid flat on the floor. Her hand still breaking the seal of the briefs, the liquid shit started to pour out the top of her briefs, across her stomach and down toward the floor. She didn't move for several minutes, so relaxed she was on the verge of falling asleep, when Max started to lick her face.

She opened her eyes and rose to a seating position. "Oh, Max, was that good for you, huh? Did you like that, boy?" She rubbed his head with her clean hand, then wrapped her hard around his neck and hugged his tight. "Thank you, so much Max. I loved it a lot too."

Mark stood above her, his dick tucked back into his pants. "Ready to get cleaned up now?"

"Yeah," Lisa replied, smearing her shit covered hand across her cum-coated breast. Mark grabbed her under her arm and hulled her to her feet.

"Good. You go get a shower; I'll take Max back home."

Lisa sighed, "I so want to sleep in this."

Mark laughed and kissed her on the forehead. "Lisa, we have plenty of time for you to sleep in your own shit. Hell, we might be able to come up with a way to get you to shit yourself in your sleep so you can make up with a full pair of panties." That did sound like a good idea to her. "But you've had a long, tiring day. You need a good night of sleep. And quite frankly, I don't want my sheets, mattress, and carpet ruined. I can pick up rubber sheets at some point and put down a drop cloth, but that's not going to happen tonight."

"You're right, of course. Thank you. You are so sweet to me."

"I try. Now go jump in the shower. I'll join you shortly and fuck you properly."

Lisa brightened up considerable. "Sounds wonderful!" She gave Max a little wave, he had been watching her this entire time, and then blew him a kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow, Max. I'm really looking forward being fucked by that thick, doggy cock of yours." Max barked, as if in reply, and then Mark led the dog through the kitchen and out the back door.

Lisa didn't bother to collect her cloths, which were scatted all around the room, and she didn't care about cleaning up the mess of shit and cum on the floor. She was tired, relaxed, and satisfied - and eager to feel Mark's cock in her again. She headed off for the shower, fantasizing about Max fucking her, and pooing in her underwear again, and even covering herself from head to toe in her shit. She couldn't wait until she had to shit again - this was the start of a whole knew world for her and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.