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                                   Caesar's Bitch
                                  By: Phil Phantom

                                  HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

John worked nights; Jill's husband and John's wife worked days. Neither was
happy in their marriage and they were neighbors who had often met over
coffee and talked about how much they didn't like their spouses. Eventually,
they talked over a bottle of sun tan lotion held in John's manly hands. That
these two sexually frustrated and attractive people would wind up committing
adultery was a given. That their lust would destroy two families was a
given. That they would emerge from the rubble and walk down another aisle
together was quite likely. By the time John began applying and rubbing in
all the lotion needed for a good tan in a new bikini, the only question was
when and who would kick it off.

To this point, it was difficult to tell who wanted it more. Around John,
Jill was like a bitch in heat who hated wearing clothes. Around Jill, John
was like a horny teenager with a constant erection. They each enjoyed the
effect their bodies had on the other. They were very horny adults and they
liked letting it show. They talked in crude terms and talked about crude
subjects, each hoping to inspire the other to make the move.

John and Jill were deeply involved in a suburban mating ritual that
destroyed so many families, but neither wanted to be the one responsible.
They didn't discuss that, nor their ever getting in on, having an affair,
etc.. What they wanted was for some outsiders to do the dirty deed for both
of them, trash both marriages, allowing them to date on the rebound and
marry on the fly. They didn't discuss that either, but each wanted it that
way, wanted it badly.

Toward that end, John talked about men he could set Jill up with, and Jill
told John about easy neighborhood chicks he could bed, the wives that would
cheat, and the sluts he could fuck. John would tell Jill about this or that
stud who was hung like a horse and could fuck her brains out for her. That
would make her swoon and clamp her thighs. She liked them big. John was big;
her hubby was not big, a major disappointment - plus, she loved having her
brains fucked out.

They never did anything with anyone because they only had desire for each
other. The suburban mating ritual between opposite spouses of two
neighboring families who were close friends can be quite amusing and
terribly frustrating.

This mating ritual didn't get anymore amusing or frustrating than when John
first rubbed oil all over Jill's body while she lay on her back in her new
itty bitty bikini, one she wouldn't dare wear to anything except for a
neighbor rub-down behind a privacy fence with no one home in either house.

After feeling his sensual hands slowly flowing over every nerve cell on the
front and sides of her aching body except where it ached most, Jill sat up
and untied the top, freeing her proud hooters, modestly white in the areas
where her modest two-piece swim suit blocked sunlight. With nipples tight as
drums and arching, she reclined as though he saw her naked tits all the
time, saying, "Do these, too. I'd like to get rid of the tan lines."

John greased up his eager mits and took her by the hooters, saying, "You
have a great set of tits, Jill."

"Thanks. You have a great set of hands, John."

"Damn, girl, these are fucking titties. I know a few guys who would pay to
fuck titties like these."

"So do I. I've had offers, tempting offers, but I'm not a prostitute. I do
like having my titties fucked, though. Unfortunately, Barry doesn't have
enough dick to do the job right."

"What you need is a dick long enough for you to suck on while getting your
titties fucked."

"You know it. Do you know anyone with a dick that long?"

"My dog. He humps your leg. I'm sure we could get him to hump your titties."

"Wouldn't that frost Barry's nuts if he came home unexpectedly and found me
sucking on Caesar's's cock while he humped my titties for me. With my luck,
that's right when Caesar's would get his nut."

"You'd have to keep sucking."

"Of course. I am never cruel to animals. Screw Benny. If he wants a better
blow job he can grow a bigger dick. Until then, he can watch Caesar's and
jack off."

"You talk big, Jill. I have a good mind to get Caesar's for you."

"As horny as I am right now, I might fuck him for you. Let's see you keep
that brute in your yard once he knows the bitch next door is in heat."

"I'll put a doggie door in the fence. I say breed the bitch."

"Barry wouldn't like that. He doesn't want anything breeding his bitch. He
won't let me fuck anyone or anything. He's a meany...stingy too." She
grabbed her crotch and squeezed, saying, "He is so stingy with my pussy and
he hardly uses any of it."

She had dropped both legs off the edges of the lounger. John watched her
squeezing the pulp out of her pussy as he said, "Poor pussy."

Now, they were both looking as she squeezed and said, "It is a poor pussy."

"What a waste of good pussy."

Jill took her hand away so they could see the wet crotch she made in the
suit and the form of the wet pussy beneath it. She said, "How do you know
this is good pussy. You've never smelled it, tasted it, or fucked it? Did
Barry tell you my pussy was good?"

"No, Caesar's did, besides, I can smell it. That smells like good pussy."

"Damn that mutt. He swore he'd never tell."

Now, I ask you - which of these two wants to fuck the other more? Can you
imagine being in a situation like this and not climbing on that slut, or not
reaching for that hard cock, freeing it, and pulling it into you? Can you?
Of course you can't, but they didn't. They just kept on torturing each
other, sure that the other would break down and make the first move. Amusing
as hell.

This shit went on all week and got progressively worse. The next time they
met, Jill took the bottoms off and stayed naked throughout his stay, six
hours, mostly with his hands on her. She needed lots of massaging and more
lotion with UV protection, especially between her legs where she had shaved.
John oiled and massaged that bitch pussy of hers real good, massaged and
oiled it to orgasm a number of times. Still, she refused to go for his dick.

She did get it out and massaged it for him, oiled and massaged, and she did
get creamed for the effort. She would match him tit for tat, or he would
match her tat for tit. In this way, they remained abreast of each other, no
pun intended, but they weren't committing adultery. They were dancing their
way there with the bed in sight. Still, neither wanted to be the one
responsible for starting that shit that was sure to be uncontrollable once
it started. The implications and complications were horrendous - enough to
make them both shudder at the thought. So many would be hurt. Blame would
fall on the one who started it.

Spouses would be terribly hurt, but there were also kids. John had two
boys - twelve and fifteen. Jill had two girls - ten and eight - and a boy of
thirteen. The two families were practically one and tended to congregate in
warm weather at the house with the pool - Jill's. With summer approaching
and five kids constantly under foot in the day time, a sexual affair between
Jill and John would be a nightmare to keep hidden. She couldn't be traipsing
over to John's empty house and leave little kids alone in a pool, not three
boys and two young girls, no way.

They didn't need this, not now. If it had to be, May was a terrible time.
September would be much better. They knew this and tried to slow things, but
to no avail. They were already on a slippery slide made slippery with oil.
At their present pace, they would arrive at the bottom just in time for
school letting out. They would be forced to fuck with the children playing
in the pool, running in and out, looking for the police: Mom, make Jeff stop
splashing me! They were sure to get caught time and time again. Would the
kids be upset and tell the spouses, or think it was neat and keep the
secret?

They both wondered but didn't discuss this just as they never discussed
having an affair, or waiting until summer was over, or the rightness or
wrongness of anything they did. This subject didn't need discussing. They
both had functioning brains except when they got horny. They only got horny
when they got near each other; therefor, they never discussed anything
intelligent.

Jill didn't want to find out how the kids would react. She didn't even want
to think about either reaction. One would ruin the summer; the other would
make her look like a slut all summer. Either way she'd look like a slut when
the spouses found out and the shit hit the fan. Better later than sooner;
then again, why not get this inevitable shit over with. Jill was torn.

John wasn't. He knew the kids would love it and help keep the secret. He'd
have Jill wearing that bikini, maybe topless. He'd get Caesar's over there,
too. The dog already pestered her for pussy. Caesar's never bothered Adrian
or Jill's girls, but he seemed to sense Jill's willingness to mate outside
her species. He always made a beeline for her pussy as though her crotch
gave off a scent. When Caesar's came near, it did.

Jill couldn't help it. Caesar's was so massive and masculine, and so
obviously in-lust with her, a huge source of embarrassment, but amusing, a
bit of nastiness among close friends who owned a rude animal. The kids found
it most amusing. Barry and Adrian would chuckle when he'd mount, clutch, and
hump, or when he'd get in a few good licks between her legs. She would get
rescued, and she played the good sport about it, even when the adults were
slow to the rescue, sometimes so slow she got her legs creamed. She didn't
get upset at being called a sexy bitch. Barry and Adrian did that but John
was the worst. John was incorrigible.

John did love his sexy bitch and he loved a sexy bitch with a totally shaved
pussy. If she wore a short dress with no panties when the families were
together, that thrilled him. In May, Jill started doing that. Barry didn't
object, and Caesar's got in a few pokes inside the pussy. He once came
inside the pussy. They actually fucked standing up, but no one could
actually see the three inches of dick working in her pussy. They all saw
what flowed down her legs afterward - a fucking mess.

She was a good sport about that, too. John said she looked like a very sexy
bitch as she snatched a handful of paper towels like a violated housewife
and mother, then headed for the bathroom. The kids were all very amused at
that. They wanted to see a lot more of that. John figured they would, all
summer long if everything went right.

 From their crude talks, Jill knew how into that perversion John was. Hell,
everyone knew. John did nothing to hide it. Adrian knew, but was glad Jill
got the attention. Adrian was nobody's bitch. No way would she be a good
sport and tolerate what Jill did. Caesar's knew that quite well. He gave
that bitch a wide berth. He focused on the friendly one.

John treated Jill as though she were Caesar's's bitch, but in a friendly
joking way with serious undercurrents lost on no one. John was serious and
poorly masking his penchant for bestiality by shrouding it in the guise of
an innocent joke, harmless fun. He brought his horny dog over to be with his
bitch. Though he would never call Jill a bitch, he spoke of her as a bitch:
"There's your bitch, Caesar's;" or, "Isn't she a sexy bitch?" or, "Can you
smell your sexy bitch, Caesar's? Is she in heat, boy? Go see if she'll let
you sniff her pussy."

The kids always found this to be very funny, especially if John made
reference to her pussy. Barry tolerated, but clearly didn't like John using
crude terms or profanity in front of the kids. Adrian thought it was quite
amusing, especially when John made direct reference to Jill's pussy, as in
sniff her pussy, lick her pussy, cum on or in her pussy, but especially the
term bitch pussy. Adrian found that very amusing, because Jill never
objected or corrected that or any other term. Jill had a bitch pussy between
her legs, but Adrian had a lady's vagina between hers.

Jill could only imagine what John would be like during a summer affair that
the kids knew about. John could only imagine what Jill would be like during
a summer affair that the kids knew about. They both knew the kids would know
about it as soon as the first one stumbled upon it. After that, they'd all
be looking for it the way they watched Caesar's's every move.

Jill already felt like a bitch and had for the past six months, but May was
the month that put all other months to shame. At the end of May, they
actually did fuck, but there were many scenes that involved extensive
licking and sniffing a bare pussy, and standing humps that led to orgasm and
a mess. In May, Jill began acting like Caesar's's bitch, not a bitch in
heat, but a bitch who was tired of fighting it, not just being a good sport
about it but going along since playing along amused everyone so much.

Toward that end she shaved her bitch pussy and wore a short dress without
panties, giving him free access without shying away or pushing him out. If
he wanted a sniff, he got it. If he wanted to lick, he got to lick. She
wouldn't strike a pose or sit and make him a beaver, but she didn't object
or rush him. The horny mutt also had his way with her legs, sometimes
clutching to her upper body as she held onto something, a standing fuck only
he rarely hit the mark or stayed on the mark owing to awkward positioning.

When she got fucked, John lifted Caesar's onto her and got him centered
between her feet No way could his humping jabs miss their target this time.
Everyone knew it. That dick had to be going at least three inches into one
of her holes, and there she stood getting fucked until Caesar's was
finished. That made it official. She was Caesar's's bitch and John could get
away with mating them. This happened on the Saturday night following five
days of all-over oil rub downs.

Strangely, after she and Barry went to bed, he didn't say anything about it.
She didn't feel like discussing it, either. They needed to discuss it. They
allowed a very perverse act to go down in front of their kids. A relatively
harmless if not nasty game turned vulgar and serious because adults didn't
act responsibly. John had gotten completely out of hand because Jill let
him. She cooperated because she wanted to get fucked by that dog. She wanted
it so bad she didn't care who saw. Barry was pissed about it and turned his
back to her. She rolled away from him.

It happened again on Sunday after church. John and Adrian never attended
church but they usually stopped by after services ready to unlax by the pool
with their church-going neighbors. Their boys were wearing their swim suits.
They brought Caesar's along. Barry wasn't acting pissed, so John started in
on his bitch thing. Everyone quickly gathered around and took seats or sat
on the floor. The kids took the floor. Adrian took her seat on the sofa.
Barry dragged a chair over from the dining room.

Jill stood still with her back toward them as John brought Caesar's to her
rear and lifted her dress to a point above the panties, saying to the dog he
guided by the collar, "There it is, boy. Smell that bitch pussy. [Caesar's
did with a snout pressed deep in the core] Is that good pussy, boy?"

Jill wanted to die, but she stood her ground, amazed that Barry would stand
for this. John was very out-of-hand - out of line and out of hand. He needed
reining in. Adrian wasn't about to do it. The kids sure as hell wouldn't.
Barry just sat there. Jill knew what would happen if she didn't. She'd get
fucked and they'd all see it. When John took hold of her panties and began
pulling, she stifled a strong impulse to reach back and stop him. As a
consequence, her panties came down, all the way down, showing her bitch
pussy all nicely shaved and wet. While she stepped free of her panties, they
watched Caesar's lap through the puffy slit.

This vulgar exposure and crude licking helped her go on. She even let John
plant her feet wide, lowering her hole by three inches. She'd get a six-inch
fuck this time even in heels. He then took them off. Now, she'd get eight or
nine inches which would take in all the shaft before the large knot that
probably couldn't go in anyway. Caesar's was a big dog with a hefty
endowment - long, thick, and very masculine.

The Roman's bred Mastiffs for fighting their enemies and raping conquered
females. Caesar's had no fight in him, and he was no rapist. He was a lover
who would make any unsatisfied housewife and mother think seriously about
being his bitch. At least, Jill liked to think so and she had been teased
about thinking so often enough. It always did look like she thought so, now
more than ever.

John's actions and familiarity with her body might suggest that they were
intimate and were lovers, but no one thought much about that. It was more
like he were the dog's owner and breeding him to her. He treated her like a
bitch, now more than ever. She acted like she had to take it, now more than
ever. He took advantage; she had to submit. She had to have that dog.

John ran his hands all over her body, even up inside her dress while
Caesar's lapped pussy. Jill held a pose with her hands braced on her knees,
as though grinning and bearing it, expecting Barry or Adrian to put a stop
to it. They weren't about to stop it, not even when John unzipped the dress
then pushed it and the slip off over Jill's head. The bra followed and she
was left naked in a vulgar pose with kids crawling all around for good or
better looks at everything.

John played with her hanging tits, fingered her bald pussy, even her pink
asshole all the while taunting her, asking her if she'd be a good bitch for
Caesar's, making her respond, even beg for his cock. He did not come across
as a lover. He came across as an asshole who finally had her where he wanted
her - naked, begging, willing to tolerate any abuse. You would think she
hated him for doing this to her.

When he had her thoroughly exposed, shamed, and whipped, he helped Caesar's
get mounted. This time, he guided the cock into the hole. This time,
everyone saw it fuck the hole, fuck it good. Jill got her cunt fucked
royally and creamed thoroughly, but the bitch really loved it. The
humiliation was worth it.

In the course of the hard fucking she received, the knot managed to get in
and stay there. After the fuck, it remained there. They weren't hung up, but
he remained on her back and she held the pose. They may as well have been
hung up. In this most humiliating post fuck hang-up, John lifted Jill's head
by the chin and said, "Are you going to be a good bitch from now on, Jill?"

Jill said, "Yes."

"Will you give Caesar's all the bitch pussy he wants?"

"Yes."

Adrian said, "Don't you think you should be asking Barry how he feels. She
is, after all, his wife. He may not want her giving our dog all the bitch
pussy he wants."

Everyone looked to Barry. He said, "As far as I'm concerned, he can have it.
I don't want any bitch pussy."

Jill fired back, "I'll remember you said that."

"Tattoo it on your pussy. Caesar's's Pussy. I can read."

"I might just do that, you asshole."

"I wish you would, you bitch!"

This was turning ugly. John didn't intend that to happen. He helped Caesar's
down and the bitch went to the bathroom. What followed were a lot of
apologies and discussions that Jill didn't hear, but when she emerged in her
two-piece suit everyone was okay again. She knew they had ironed things out.

She thought about wearing the bikini because they could see by the red areas
that she had one, an itty bitty one, but she had put on enough of an
exhibition for one day. She even wore an open shirt over the two piece and
then went about her usual routine, playing hostess, being social. She and
Barry, however, weren't talking. At least they weren't fussing at each
other.

Jill wasn't angry with John either in reality or the reality she passed off
as reality. John was John. Everyone knew how John was. He saw his shot and
took it. No need to be angry. Boys will be boys.

Jill never did show any hostility toward Adrian, though Adrian certainly
invited plenty with her haughty, I'm-better-than-you disposition. She was
haughtier now that Jill was her dog's bitch - openly acknowledged, fully
consummated, a done deal. Adrian was quick to reaffirm Jill's status with
everyone still present, right after Jill came out. She did so by asking if
Jill was seriously considering that tattoo.

When Jill said she was, Adrian said, "I know where you can get it done and
done well. I think that tattoo would look very sexy on you. You have a
lovely, prominent mound. Caesar's's Pussy would fit nicely in the area where
pubic hair used to be, right over your bitch pussy. You might even think
about putting the words bitch and pussy down each lip. That would make it
clear that Caesar's is a dog, not a Roman Emperor or a Las Vegas casino. The
two in combination would make a striking presentation when you lie back and
spread your legs."

That kind of shit deserved Jill's wrath, but Jill only said, "It certainly
would. I'll have to give that some thought. Can I get you some wine,
Adrian?"

"Yes, I'd like some wine. White if you have it." Jill departed like a
serving maid but was halted at the corner of the kitchen with Adrian calling
out, "Do give that entire tattoo set serious consideration, Jill. If you are
going to be Caesar's's bitch, you should be labeled as such and your pussy
should be labeled bitch pussy."

Adrian was really asking for it but Jill only smiled and said, "I will,
Adrian, and you're right. I should be willing to wear the labels. I won't
consider getting one without the other."

Jill entered the kitchen seething but also excited. Adrian had a way of
doing that to her. She was such a bitch. What did John ever see in that
flat-chested, fat-thighed, fat-assed whore anyway. Jill couldn't wait to see
the look on Adrian's face when she found out that her hubby was dumping her
fat ass for a real bitch. She also looked forward to seeing the look on
Barry's face when he found out that she loved the asshole. Still, if they
could just get through the summer without launching an affair.

John knew they couldn't. They couldn't make it to Wednesday when the kids
got out of school, not after that weekend. He almost fucked her right there
and then, and she'd have held for a fucking. Adrian would have loved it if
John gave it to Jill hard or in the ass, anything to embarrass Jill in front
of her kids. Barry wouldn't like that because of the kids. He wasn't too
keen on having them witness what they did.

What those kids saw seems outrageous on the surface but this outage was a
long time coming with a gradual buildup. What they witnessed was just the
culmination of a six-month effort of bestial seduction with their mother
steadily losing ground until she just couldn't fight it anymore. They saw
her lose her dignity in bits and pieces until she was stripped of all
remnants, reduced to a dog's whore, seriously considering a permanent label.

They witnessed more than that one scene and one act. All of Sunday afternoon
and into the night featured Jill and her beast. Her two-piece and shirt didn
't stay on long - roughly thirty minutes. She remained nude after that, nude
except for an old collar of Caesar's's and the words Caesar's's Bitch
scrawled in dark-red lipstick over the mound with Bitch Pussy down each lip
made with a dark mascara pencil.

They witnessed three more acts of bestial mating, two while lying on her
back with her legs apart. That fucked up her mascara, but Adrian was kind
enough to reapply in a very vulgar lay-out - three times in all. Jill was
left with no pride and no bodily secrets. Barry simply left. He left right
before nightfall and stayed out until the bars closed at two. He stumbled in
drunk and fell asleep on the couch.

Jill woke him to go to work. She cooked him breakfast, made him strong
coffee, then hustled him out the door. He didn't have time to talk. Jill
then worked on getting the kids off to school. She could see they wanted to
talk but she didn't. She went about her tasks as she always had, dressed as
usual in a floor-length robe, only now with nothing under it.

At one point the belt came undone, the robe parted, and revealed her
decorated pussy, unfucked-up from the last time Adrian retouched everything.
Adrian took her time on this last one and outlined the ornate red letters of
Caesar's's Pussy with the mascara pencil. Jill had both hands full trying to
serve out scrambled eggs and hash browns. The kids all gawked as though
seeing it for the first time, and then Jill realized they hadn't seen this
last one. They were sent to bed after the last fuck that necessitated
another application.

Their interest in her crotch was a bit unnerving, but soon became exciting,
so after serving everyone, she left the robe untied, set the pan down, then
showed them what Adrian did. She stood in a shoulder-width stance with her
knees bowed and pelvis tilted up to show the lips well - lips, inner lips,
clit, juicy slit - the morning after of a well-bred bitch pussy. She felt
vulgar in the stance but not as vulgar as she had been while lying on her
back making a wide beaver for Adrian to draw on or her dog to fuck.

Jill knew her kids were all for the tattoo and they liked this latest
version. They all agreed with Adrian - a bitch's pussy should be permanently
labeled as such. Her canine lover's name should be over it. Adrian was cool,
and John was a neat guy. They really knew how to turn a mom into a good
bitch and rub it in good so she'd never go back to the way she was. Jill
told them she might get the tattoo if they thought she should.

Their vote was fast and unanimous: YES! After that vote, Jill dropped the
robe and stayed naked, entertaining a flurry of questions with the central
theme of how good a bitch she'd be from now on. Would she do this. Would she
do that. Would they get to watch. Yes, yes, yes - yes to everything. She saw
them to the door in the nude and assured them once again that she'd be a
good bitch from now on. Once out the door and the door closed behind them,
Jill fell against the door, grabbed her cunt and said, "Oh fuck! What have
we started?"

Jill was still nude when John arrived, which was five minutes after Adrian's
car pulled out of the driveway. Jill let him in and said, "You asshole. I
hope you know I am thoroughly ruined thanks to you and your damn mutt."

He took her by the arm and led her out back, saying, "Ruined. I thought you
bred very well. Adrian doesn't think you're ruined, but she very much wants
you ruined."

Jill settled back on the lounger but left her legs hanging off each side.
She said, "No shit. Barry would have to mention tattoos in front of her."

John poured oil onto his hand, saying, "Yes, her eyes lit right up."

"Your wife is a bitch."

"True, but she refuses to fuck dogs. I could never love a woman who refuses
to fuck my dog."

This first hint at feelings beyond lust softened Jill noticeably. She smiled
warmly in the cool morning air as his hands flowed over her bare skin. She
said, "I could never love a man who wouldn't share me with his dog."

John took both of her front paws in his manly hands, kissed the back of
each, then looked deep in her big blues and said, "I knew there was
something about you I liked, something more than a pretty face, fantastic
tits, a nice juicy pussy, a fine ass, and great legs. You, Jill, are a woman
of great character and breeding."

"And you're a funny man married to a funny looking bitch with a tattoo
fetish."

"We all have our crosses to bear. Your husband is a wimp with a little dick.
Any man who will stand by while another man turns his wife into a slobbering
bitch, then repeatedly breeds her to a large dog right in front of his
kids - well, he's not much of a man in my opinion."

"He certainly isn't, and he now knows I'm Caesar's's bitch and that you can
breed me to him all you want, even in front of the kids. I think you got
that point across very well."

"I hope you don't think I over did it by giving your kids the choice seats
at your loins."

"No, not at all. They appreciated your thoughtful consideration. You know
kids. They can't get too close to something nasty."

"Well, your cunt in action is pretty nasty."

"It's a horny cunt or didn't that show?"

"That showed quite well. I think that's what made him get up and leave. By
the way, where did he go; when did he get back; and what did he say to you?"

"Probably Kelsey's Bar. I don't know when he got in but it was after two. I
found him on the couch sleeping off a hangover. I hustled him off to work.
He didn't say shit, not even bye bitch."

"I think you're headed straight for divorce, Jill."

"I think you are, too. You rub oil on a man's wife like you wanna fuck her."

"That's because you feel like a cheating slut."

"Try feeling something besides my tits and my cunt. The rest of me feels
like a faithful wife. Maybe not the rest, but my feet do - the soles of my
feet do."

He felt her left foot, then the right, then said, "The heel of the left foot
does. The rest is all cheating slut."

"Damn, are you sure?"

"I know my cheating sluts, Jill. Here, look at this." He pressed her thighs
out to fully open her crotch, saying, "What does this look like to you?"

"Bitch Pussy?"

Using thumbs to open the lips, he said, "No, read between the lips. What
does this look like? Is this the vagina of a faithful wife?"

"I see what you mean. That looks exactly like a cheating slut's cunt."

"I think Barry got a good look at this cunt and realized what you were."

"Do you think so? Are you sure it wasn't seeing me turn whore for your dog
in front of our children, your children, you, and your wife?"

"No, he has seen that coming for months. We all have. We were just waiting
for the right moment. No one was the least surprised, least of all, Barry.
You had mutt whore written all over your face throughout the entire month of
May."

"Shit, I should have looked in a mirror. I had no idea. Is it still there?"

"It will be if Adrian thinks of it. Are you going to get the tattoos?"

"I'll let you decide. Caesar's is your dog."

John ran his eyes and fingers over the letters, saying, "I hate to mar a
perfectly good pussy just to titillate Adrian, but this is growing on me. I
hate seeing it get fucked up like it is now. Tattoos won't smear or run."

"Or ever come off."

"Tattoos are till death do us part, aren't they?"

Jill took this as a proposal and quickly said, "Yes."

John meant it as a proposal and took her yes as her answer. He smiled, then
came down to seal it with a kiss, saying before their lips touched, "I want
it till death do us part."

Folks, that's all she wrote. Jill grabbed that horny, silver-tongued, bitch
master, dragged him on top of her and raped his ass. They fucked like
animals and never once stopped kissing. He came in her pussy and kept on
fucking. She came all over his dick and kept on fucking. They broke the
lounger, got spilled onto the deck, and still kept on fucking. They rolled
and fucked, fucked and rolled right into the deep end of the pool, and still
they fucked. They fucked under water and fucked their way to the shallow
end. When it was all over and he pulled her from the pool, they couldn't
decide whose fault it was, but the affair was on, a wedding was on, and a
tattoo set was laid on for noon.

Adrian knew a friend who knew a guy. John called the guy. The guy tattooed
pussies for free, but the mound wasn't pussy. That would cost him. Two
words, inch-wide letters, two-tone, fancy with dark liner - two hundred.
Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back. And write out what you want cuz
I don't spel two good.

Jill sat in a barber's chair for four hours with her legs hung over the arms
while a steady stream of bar patrons from the attached biker bar came and
went, but mostly stood around and watched. Right away, they wanted her tits
out. John let them out. The pain was at times unbearable, but the
humiliation was crippling. A thousand times she wanted to stop the jerk who
was taking his sweet time permanently marring her vagina with a label no
woman in her right mind would want to wear in lipstick for ten minutes much
less as a tattoo for life. A thousand times she stopped herself for John.

He enjoyed himself very much. Jill liked seeing that, but she wished she had
actually heard a real proposal of marriage and discussed an actual wedding
before saying, "Okay, let's label the fucker." He could back out and she'd
still be stuck with the label. She figured most men were like Barry and
wouldn't fuck a bitch pussy. Where would she find another John? She could
always get a dog and name him Caesar's. She trusted in the strength of their
lust, and at ten after four, she was CEASAR'S BITCH with a BITCH PUSSY. A
whole bunch of grubby men took pictures.

The job was good but so big. The letters forming CEASAR'S BITCH jumped out
at you and looked three dimensional and wet. CEASAR'S was over BITCH with
the C being extra big with each following letter gradually tapering to a
one-inch S. The B was a one-inch letter with each following letter growing
to end with an H that matched the C - roughly two inches square. The whole
tattoo was six inches wide by four inches high, going well outside the pubic
mound all around.

The tattoo on each cunt lip followed the contour and thickness of the lip.
The letters began narrow, got wider, then narrow again. He had to plan
carefully to produce something readable. He did. The letters were jet black
and wet looking. The man was an artist and a fucking slow pervert who got
high on the smell of pussy and tattooer's ink. The result was a very sore
pussy and stiff legs. John carried her the car.

They managed to arrive home before Adrian and Barry, but all the kids were
there and gathered at Jill's house, staying out of the back yard as
instructed. Then again, they were hoping to see Jill. They were hoping she'd
be naked. They didn't expect John to carry her in and into the bedroom. They
all followed. Jill knew what was coming after John deposited her on the bed
and the kids were all gathered at her feet. He couldn't wait. He pulled her
skirt high, pulled her legs up, laid them out - TA DA!

WOW! [collectively]

"Well, what do you think, kids?"

Jill's older daughter, Tamara, said, "Is that a tattoo?"

"Sure is. This took four hours to apply and should take four days to heal
enough to try it out."

John's youngest boy, Peter, said, "Do you mean let Caesar's try it out?"

"Sure. We'll let him test fuck his new bitch pussy."

Little Sarah surprised Jill when she said, "Are you gonna let Caesar's fuck
her a lot with no clothes on?"

John lifted her up, placed her on his lap, than placed his hand on her bare
thigh, intentionally getting his hand up her dress, cupping her inner thigh
with his index finger nestled in the groove of her little slit. He did this
intentionally so that Jill could see his finger, and that finger rubbed and
nestled deeper as he said, "Yes, Sarah, I'm going to see that your mommy
gets fucked a lot and always naked. Don't you think she needs to get fucked
a lot?"

Jill should have found this development alarming but she didn't. In fact,
she warmed to the whole situation. These kids were big bestiality fans and
liked seeing her naked. Her girls liked John. Sarah now liked him a lot more
than she used to. Jill got up on her elbows to see better as Sarah said,
"Yeah, I think she needs to get fucked a whole bunch."

Jill watched John's finger slip in under the leg band to begin exploring.
Sarah melted back and let her legs go limp and fall open, showing no fear of
that large, manly finger even after it found her tiny hole and wormed
inside. The other kids were absorbed in closely examining the tattoo, so
Jill gave John a look that conveyed, "You dirty rascal." He returned a look
that conveyed, "Your daughter has a nice, tight pussy." Her next look said,
"Child molester." His said, "Cheating whore."

That last one made her clittie tingle just as Tamara, looking closely at the
left cunt lip, said, "Didn't this hurt?"

"Yes, very much. That's a very delicate part of a woman's body to be
puncturing with a power needle running at a hundred pricks a second."

Steve, Jill's son lying on his belly right beside Tamara, said, "Did you
cry?"

"No, but I winced, grunted, and groaned a lot."

"Are you glad you have a bitch pussy, now?"

John fielded this one, saying, "Your mother had a bitch pussy between her
legs all along. Caesar's could smell that bitch pussy from across the room.
She's just now getting around to labeling it. When a bitch does that, she's
through fighting it and through hiding it. She's a bitch, through and
through."

Steve watched the fingering of his sister while John said his piece, but
they had all fingered Sarah. If he did that to Tamara, he'd be impressed.
Steve looked back to his mom and said, "Is that right, Mom. Are you a bitch
through and through, now?"

"Yes, Steve, through and through. I'm Caesar's's bitch, now. John can breed
me to his dog all he wants."

"That sorta makes you John's bitch, doesn't it? A dog can't own another
dog."

Jill looked to John - good point. She then looked back to her son and said,
"Yes, I suppose, in a way, I am John's bitch."

"Does that mean he can fuck you if he wants?"

Tamara thought that line of questioning was out of line and gave him and
elbow to the ribs, saying, "Steve! Mom is married."

"So, she's fucking a dog."

"Dogs don't count. Only people count."

Jeff, John's oldest and the oldest of the five kids said, "Everything
counts, Tamara. Fucking is fucking, and if she wants to fuck Caesar's, she'
ll have to let Dad fuck her. Ain't that right, Dad?"

Jill looked to John as though waiting to see if that was right. They all
looked to John to see if that was right, and they all saw John's finger
finger-fucking Sarah's naked pussy for he had removed her panties so that he
could finger-fuck her pussy. Most looked right back to Jill to see what she
had to say about that but saw she had nothing to say about that and returned
to watching a finger fucking while awaiting John's decision. He finally
said, "I hadn't really thought about it, Jeff, but you're right. She is my
bitch. She is if she wants more of Caesar's cock. Maybe Barry doesn't like
sticking his dick in bitch pussy, but I wouldn't mind. I might just give you
some, Jeff, you too, Peter. Maybe Steve would like some. Would you like to
fuck your mother, Steve?"

"Yeah, I'd fuck her."

Again, Tamara jabbed him in the ribs saying, "You can't fuck your own
mother, you pervert. That's incest."

Jill found this all very interesting. Tamara lying with her face practically
in her crotch was interesting. Steve wanting to be a mother fucker was
interesting. Sarah enjoying a good, deep finger fucking was interesting (no
hymen). Tamara using the "F" word was interesting. Most interesting of all
was nobody asked how she felt, as though John's wishes were all that
mattered, that the bitch would do whatever she had to do to get more dog
cock. Interesting. Jill wanted to hear more.

Steve said, "Yeah, well I like incest. I'd even fuck you."

"Tough tittie. You're not going to. I'm not a bitch. John can't tell me who
to fuck."

John ran his free hand up the back of Tamara's leg clear to her crotch and
got her attention as he said, "No, but your mother can, and I can make her
make you."

The look on Tamara's face told Jill that John found a hole with a cherry in
it. Tamara turned deep red but didn't not clamp her legs together, try to
twist away, attempt to block his finger assault, or challenge his
assumption. She just laid still and let him finger her pussy. Steve, Jeff,
and Peter had to see this and they quickly worked Tamara's skirt up past her
hips. Tamara did nothing to stop this and didn't close her legs to prevent
them from seeing the finger at work in her pussy. Between the large hand and
the panties, they couldn't see much.

What they saw was of great interest to them. John could tell that they never
saw this pussy before. He could also tell she had a pussy worth looking at,
a pussy in the early stages of puberty - plump lips, a little hair, very
juicy. Those panties needed to come off. John looked to Jill and said, "Tell
Tamara to take her panties off."

Jill looked to Tamara and said, "Tamara, take your panties off."

Tamara gulped and reached down with both hands, hooked her panties and moved
them down her legs as far as she could reach. The boys took them the rest of
the way. Now, they saw her pussy, the whole thing. John used a finger tip to
open a lip. Other fingers joined in and soon splayed her pussy wide open as
still others deeply violated her holes. Tamara bit on her lower lip while
undergoing this rude exposure and crude treatment. Jill watched on in
amusement as Tamara pretended to have no choice but to comply and endure
even as John's cock took the place of someone's finger and plowed into her
pussy hole. Not only did Tamara endure this violation, she leaned into it
and took John to the balls, destroying her own hymen with her own effort.
Jill could now see that there would be an awful lot of fucking going on this
summer, but not now. Barry pulled into the driveway, and that sent everyone
scrambling, even John. He went out the back like a daughter fucker.

Barry found Jill lying on the bed, just lying there, her dress in place. He'
d had a rough day and looked like hell. He looked like he needed that bed
more than she did, like all he'd been looking forward to all day was that
bed, and there she was hogging the whole thing, lying on top of the bedding.
While shucking his clothes, he said, "Jill, I need the bed. Could you scoot
over or go lie on the couch?"

Jill didn't want to do this and thought about getting up, but he had to
know. The sooner the better. She pulled up her skirt and let her legs fall
out enough to show all. That sight froze him. He looked closer, then said,
"Is this a tattoo?"

"Yes. I did what you suggested I do."

"Oh, Christ, Jill. Are you out of your mind? Did you really get a tattoo?
Tell me that's not a real tattoo."

"It's real, Barry. Look closely and you'll see the needle punctures. Believe
me, it's real."

"Fuck. You're nuts, do you know that?"

"This was your idea."

"Yes, but you would have flipped me off if you didn't like the idea. I think
you've grown a tail, Jill, I honestly do. John has you so sucked into this
bestiality thing of his...Christ, you are a bitch. You're a bitch for his
god damn dog. You're a whore for his mutt is what you are. The kids see that
as plainly as I do. I hope you're proud of yourself."

"I'm not ashamed. You could have stopped this from happening to me, but you
let it go on, and on, and on, and on. John deserves most of the credit, but
he could not have done this without your help. I hope you're proud of
yourself."

Barry had no come-back for this. Silence is golden, but not when you can see
a man is trying to turn your wife into a bitch for his dog, and making
steady progress. John staked his claim on Jill's ass months ago and might
just as well have removed her wedding ring and placed a collar around her
neck. He probably wouldn't have raised an objection to that either. He wasn'
t sure why, but was pretty sure he would have allowed it. Now, it was an
accomplished fact made permanent by the tattoo.

Barry came around to the left side of the bed and took Jill's left hand,
twisting her wedding ring off the finger as she watched in puzzlement. When
he got it off, he said, "You're right, Jill. I should have stopped him
months ago. I didn't. I don't know why, but I didn't. He won you. You can't
serve two masters. That is what causes all the tension. You only have one
master to serve, now."

"Is this your way of asking for a divorce?"

"No, I don't want a divorce. I don't think we need to divorce. We have a
family to raise. We can be partners in that, but Caesar's is now your mate.
I won't try to get between you and your mate. John is free to breed you or
whatever it is he likes to do with a bitch he has won over. He can place his
collar around your neck, snap his leash to your collar, and make you do
tricks. That's between you and John. As for the kids, they've seen it all
and enjoy it all. I can't see where this will hurt them, but if I see him
starting on those girls, I won't allow him to do to them what he did to you.
I doubt you'd stop him. I will."

This was a speech Jill never thought she'd hear. His speech left her
speechless until she found her voice and said, "Barry, are you serious?
Could you live that way? The man would own me like a dog - treat me like a
dog - breed me like a bitch, and I'm not sure that he wouldn't want a show
dog."

"I'm quite sure. That tattoo wasn't to amuse the kids. He'll breed you, but
it'll be in the back room of some west side dive. Congratulations, Jill,
you're in show biz."

Jill sat up like a hung-over vampire at the dawn's early light. Slowly, she
looked to Barry and said, "Oh god, Barry, I am a bitch."

"Yeah, says so right over your bitch pussy."

"Oh fuck...oh Jesus, look what I let him do to me."

"After all we've seen you let him do to you, it is only fitting that you let
him put the tattoo on. That tattoo doesn't make you a bitch, Jill. Wanting
to fuck a dog and please a master, that is what makes you a bitch. That
tattoo suits you. I like the tattoo, and I want the kids to see that tattoo
often, the whole thing."

Jill settled back and opened her legs so they could both see the whole thing
as she said, "Are you serious? Do you really like it?"

"Yes, I really like it. I know the kids will, too. Your being a bitch
doesn't bother them in the least."

Jill stroked a finger inside the swollen and tender lips, saying, "It
doesn't. They love me as a bitch. They've all seen my tattoo and they love
it. They love seeing me naked and watching me trying to please my master.
You're right, Barry, I am a bitch. The tattoo does suit me. I think show biz
will suit me if it pleases my master. What I don't understand is, how can
you live with a bitch?"

Barry took her by the chin and looked her in the face, then said, "I don't
plan to. I'm building you a dog house out in the back yard with a crawl-thru
doggie door so you can come in and out of the house, but you do your
business outside and you sleep in your house. You're right, Jill, the kids
do love you as a bitch, but their idea of bitch and yours aren't exactly the
same. I think you'll find that their idea is closer to the real thing. You
will live their idea or I will divorce you and leave you with nothing but
the tattoo, and you can forget about John taking you in. He only wants you
if you are no burden to him. No, if you end up on the street, odds are, he'd
sell you....This is making your pussy wet isn't it?"

"A little bit. It is a bitch pussy, you know?"

Barry released her chin, then got off the bed and stood looking down on her
trying to masturbate without hurting herself. He shook his head and said,
"You know, I think you're going to be happy."

"I think you're right."

He was.

                                The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before
you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can
all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to
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