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None of this is true.  It is all purely fiction and is nothing more than
poorly written ramblings and half baked cookie cutter "ohhh gawd!!!  it's
just so big" fantasies too graphic for most forums...
   If you are offended by any of this, stop reading...
   Claimed Bitch
   CHAPTER ONE - Sunday
   "That damn woman just will not leave me alone!" thought Frank as he
sloshed down another Golden Gobel.  "If only she bothered me in the right
way!" He had sulked around most of his only day off work from the scrap
yard, drinking beer and putting off his morning shower.  He had tried to
get his wife of 8 years into the shower with him earlier, but that had met
with the same icy reaction he had gotten used to over the past few years.
She had said something about a stopped up drain in the shower, a broken tub
stopper in the main bathroom, and had said she wanted both fixed before she
would even consider fooling around.  Hell, the shower drain wasn't stopped
up, it just drained too slow.  If she would take about a 3 to 5 minute
shower, then the water would only be standing about half an inch in the
bottom and would be gone in 30 minutes!  Frank was still on the first item
of Linda's list; a sticky overhead garage door.  He would get to the
plumbing problems eventually.
   "Frank, are you finished in the garage yet?" Linda was coming out to see
if he had made progress on his 'honey do' list.  She felt somewhat
repentant having turned Frank down this morning but there was so much to do
around their fix-it-upper home.  Linda was a stunning figure, even when
dressed for housework.  Standing only 5 foot 3 and weighing 110 pounds, her
lean 28 year old runners' body belied her mostly static lifestyle.  She had
married Frank after a whirlwind romance.  He was the bad boy party animal
and she was the tigress who had tamed him.  Now, after the capture, there
wasn't much left to their relationship.  They had co-existed these past few
years with only an occasional reprieve from what had become a boring daily
existence.  He worked 6 days a week in a scrap yard and she had landed the
return clerk job at Walemart.  They hadn't had children and could barely
afford the mortgage on the run-down home they shared with Rambo, Franks
four year old Mastiff.
   "Almost finished dear.  I can never find my tools.  Have you seen my
pipe wrench?" Frank slid the nearly empty twelve pack behind the vise.  She
didn't need to see how much he had drank already today.
   "I haven't seen it but I do see your stash." Frank had not been quick
enough hiding his beer.  "Please don't get loaded again this weekend, I got
some plans for you and if you can't get it up again I'll stick a pencil
down your pisser." Linda teased.
   Red-faced, Frank spat, "Damn, one time I can't do it and you never
forget.  You probably told all your friends and had a good laugh at me. 
You better be ready for tonight, I'm gonna bang you so hard your kids will
feel it"
   Linda's breath caught and she shuddered at his sudden anger.  She might
be in for more than she had bargained for.  It had been two weeks since
they had last screwed and then Frank had been a pathetic slobbering drunk
who she made get behind her doggie style so she wouldn't have to smell his
breath.  He had proceeded to pound into her without rhythm or any interest
in pleasing her.  Then Frank just stopped moving and his dick shrank as he
slipped off to her side, out cold without either of them cumming.
   "Just don't drink anymore today and I will make you glad you didn't!"
   She left him to his work and Frank eyed his remaining three beers
carefully.  "It's only 4 o'clock and if we get in bed at nine, damn."
   One hour and three beers later Frank sauntered into the house and
announced "I'm outta cigarettes, anything you need from town?"
   Linda eyed him carefully.  He was somewhat tipsy but not as drunk as
usual.  "Sure, stop by Freddie's house if you don't mind."
   He grinned.  Freddie was the local pot dealer.  This means she wants to
get high and screw!  "Sounds like someone wants to get in the mood..."
   "Go get my smoke and your smokes and I'll be ready for you before you
get back!"
   Frank got into his 4 wheel drive pickup truck and drove to the carryout
in town.  He picked up two packs of smokes and another twelve pack of
Gobels.  Frank arrived at Freddie's house just in time to catch him heading
out his front door.
   "Where ya goin Freddie?"
   "I had a good day if you know what I mean, sort of ran out of goods.  Is
that what you want too?"
   "Sure is, Linda too.  Have you got just a little I could have for now?"
   "No but if you don't mind waiting inside I will be back in about an
hour."
   Frank went inside.  Freddie's boys were watching the game on TV and
drinking.  Frank followed suit.
   Linda paced back to the cracked picture window and stared out and down
the road, for the umpteenth time.  Her initial anger had come to a full
boil as she thought about the trip for smokes.  Frank's insistence on
having a cell phone instead of a hard wired one made it impossible for her
to contact him.  With her car broken down and no phone, she felt trapped
and pissed.  Suddenly a loud noise from the garage startled her.  She
picked up a wrench, noting it was the missing pipe wrench, and headed out
the door.  Halfway to the garage she saw a large dog come out the side
door.
   "Rambo, you scared the hell out of me!!" The dog looked at her with his
big sad eyes.  He was drooling profusely, but then again, when wasn't he?
   "Stay in the yard and kill if you have to." She laughed nervously.
   It was getting dark and still no sign of her husband.  She said the
quick version of the Serenity Prayer.  "Fuck it" and started her dinner.
   Frank was very unsteady as he walked to his truck.  He had waited two
hours for Freddie to get back but the wait was worth it.  He still had six
beers left and four big fat joints.  He started his truck and headed home.
He had gone about a mile when he noticed the red and blue lights in his
mirror...
   "Enough!!" Linda said to herself again.  "I have had enough of that
drunken lying bastard!" She thought back to earlier this evening and
wondered anew why she ever went to the trouble of shaving her puss and
making sure she was "ready" in all the right places for her drunken
husband. It was nearly midnight and no sign of Frank.  If he wasn't such a
drunk, she would have worried that he was seeing someone else.  With such
thoughts on her mind she went to bed alone and fell into a fitful sleep.
   CHAPTER 2 - Monday
   "Dammit I'm going to be late again!  Good thing my manager has the hots
for me.  Maybe I'll give him a shot." Naked, she continued her sponge bath.
"God I feel like some tramp washing up at the truck stop!" Linda cursed as
she knelt on the towels bunched up on the bathroom floor.  She was washing
her long brown hair under the bathroom tub faucet.  Her small frame
teetered on the edge of the tub as her head bobbed under the running water.
"If only Frank had worked on that drain yesterday like he promised he
would..." She was too pissed to be worried about him and she started
ranting as she washed her hair.  She squeezed the shampoo bottle and too
much came out.  She started massaging the soap into her scalp.  From her
face down position, excess shampoo ran out of her hair and into her eyes.
"DAMN FUCK DAMN" she screeched and leaned even further into the tub to let
the water run in her eyes.  Several strands of hair swirled on the bottom
of the tub and went down the drain as she washed out the soap.
   Her screeching had wakened Rambo.  He had been lying in the kitchen
where he hoped to score some leftovers and was snoozing, waiting for
someone to run the can opener.  He jumped to his feet and looked for the
source of the noise.  He was a big dog.  When Frank got him, he wanted the
biggest meanest dog he could get.  At 4 years old, Rambo was just about 200
pounds and stood 34 inches at the shoulder.  His slick brindle hair was
only about half an inch long, showing off his massive chest and lined face.
He was not a mean dog but whenever he hears a screech like that, Rambo will
investigate.
   In the bathroom, Linda was getting herself into more trouble.  Her hair
had gone down the drain and had wrapped around the broken stopper.  She was
held fast and was far beyond the angriest she had ever been.  "FUCKING
BASTARD!!!!" she howled.  Her anger was palatable as she considered her
options.  "That son of a bitch had better be dead or I'll KILL him!" she
said of Frank.
   Rambo had just come around the corner and saw the source of all the
screeching.  Linda's naked ass was hovering about eye level with her knees
a couple of inches off the floor as she tried to get her hair out of the
drain.  She had scooted forward to get her face closer to the bottom of the
tub.  Rambo walked into the bathroom, his nails clicking on the floor. 
Linda had just turned off the water in time to hear his approach.
   "Dammit Rambo, go away!" she shouted into the tub.  Rambo started to
sniff her ass, and then he gave it a tentative lick.
   "NO!  GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING MUTT!" she bellowed.  Rambo was not
to be discouraged that easy.  He had found a tasty treat right in front of
his nose and he was going have some.  Linda had to push back against his
nose to get her knees back on the floor.  She pulled her knees up under her
as much as she could to lower her ass so Rambo could not have access.  It
didn't work.  He just lowered his head and started tonguing her asshole
faster with occasional misses swiping the pussy she had shaved the night
before while waiting for Frank.  Anyone who has ever seen an English
Mastiff knows they drool a lot and Rambo was no exception.  Soon his drool
was dripping off Linda's pussy and running down her leg to her knee.  She
was stuck with her ass as close to the floor as she could get it without
pulling the hair out of her head.  She looked around as much as she could
with her hair held captive by the drain and spotted her razor across the
tub from her.  If she could just raise up enough to get her tits inside the
tub, she could reach it and perhaps saw some of her hair off at the drain.
It was a mistake.  As she rose up to reach for her razor, her ass again
came to eye level with Rambo and he started licking her pussy slit in
earnest.  Her arm froze in its travel to the razor then dropped to the
floor of the tub.  His rough tongue was punishing her clit and her stomach
tightened as her back arched involuntarily.  "Damn, he's good" she thought
to herself both disgusted and intrigued.  Rambo continued licking Linda's
awakened pussy with enough force to send his huge tongue slightly into her
cunt.  His large nose was pressed tight against her asshole and the cold
nose and hot tongue in tandem caused Linda to squirm and arch her back even
more.  Large amounts of drool coated both ass cheeks and dripped from her
thrumming pussy.  Then he stopped.  She was almost annoyed by Rambo's
cessation of attention to her pussy.  "You're just like your owner, always
starting something and not finishing the job." She was somewhat relieved
that Rambo had stopped when he did or in her sexually deprived state, she
probably would have cum while being eaten by a dog.
   Her attention shifted back to freeing her hair and she edged forward to
gain some slack when she felt Rambo's weight land on her back.  The edge of
the tub became a pivot point as her ass raised another two inches and she
felt her exposed ass and drool soaked pussy brush against Rambo's haunches.
One of his massive paws draped itself over her shoulder and the other
wrapped around her chest between her hanging breasts.  "NO NO NO NO!!" she
pleaded loudly but Rambo's eyes were glazed and his breath coming in quick
pants as he heaved his huge hind quarters towards his target.  She put both
hands on the bottom of the tub and tried to raise up and rip her hair loose
but his weight held her in position.  Seconds later she felt the tip of his
hot cock split her sphincter as about an inch of dog cock went up her drool
lubricated ass.  "NOOOOOO she screamed and lifted her ass quickly and not a
second too soon as Rambo, sensing he had hit pay dirt shoved his cock
forward.  His missed.  His cock slid between her pussy lips, bumping her
clit and ending up at the top of her pubic mound!  "God!  It must be eight
inches from my ass to there!" Thought Linda, "Please God don't let him in
me." Rambo kept trying and missing.  His cock kept slipping past Linda's
spit slick slit and ending up half way to her belly button!  Then he didn't
miss.  Linda knew she was fucked as soon as the first 5 inches of huge dog
cock split her pussy.  Rambo, again sensing his triumph, shoved forward and
was rewarded by entering his newest bitch, stretching her further than she
had ever thought possible.  DAMN he is HUGE she thought.  How big is he? 
She tried to look back but all she saw was the tub.  Rambo, living up to
his name, started fucking her in earnest.  His huge tennis ball size balls
and her dangling breasts were swinging wildly as his oversize cock found
previously uncharted pussy deep inside Linda.  His girth was so wide she
felt like her pussy was being torn so she tried to arch her back and ease
the pressure.  Another mistake.  Arching her back opened her pussy like a
flower and Rambo, with steady long strokes sank nine inches of ball bat
sized meat deep into her pussy until his softball sized knot was banging at
her wide stretched cunt.  Linda did not know what was splitting her so the
harder Rambo pushed his knot into her, the more she tried to relax her
pussy so she wouldn't be hurt.  His knot was stretching her pussy, rapidly
backing out, then stretching her some more until, with a whine and a super
dog effort, he was able to force his huge knot into the tightest bitch he
had ever fucked.  Her pain was almost as immense as her pleasure.  Linda
felt her stomach starting to contract.  Her orgasm had begun.  It built
with a roar and took her arms out from under her as she shook with
pleasure. Rambo was fucking her harder, deeper, longer, and above all else
stretching her cunt to impossible proportions as she came, slowed, and came
again, each of her orgasms building in intensity until after several
mind-blowing multiple orgasms, she collapsed as her world went dark.
   Linda awoke after what she guessed was a couple of minutes.  She didn't
know how he had done it but now Rambo was butt to butt with her, pumping
her full of cum.  She could feel the throb of his cock as his huge balls
emptied themselves deeper in her pussy than she had ever imagined any cock
could go.  Rambo seemed to go on forever, his back hunched and his tail
straight over her back.  Linda noticed her hair was not stuck in the drain
anymore; it had been torn loose by her wild tossing of her head as she had
cum.  Her stomach felt on fire and she was sure she was bleeding from
somewhere.  Then Rambo decided to leave the bathroom dragging his helpless
penile decoration with him.  The pain was intense.  Her pussy, sore and
stretched, would not relinquish its grip on his massive organ.  They were
locked together.  After pumping what seemed like quarts of cum into his
well bred bitch, Rambo's cock shrank enough to come out of Linda's pussy.
She sat back, leaning against the hallway wall as his cum poured out of
her. Surveying the damage, Linda slipped her small fist easily into her
badly stretched cunt.  She had been three fingers tight just an hour
earlier and now her pussy had lost all resistance.
   Amazed by the lack of blood and realizing she hadn't been torn apart as
she first thought, Linda contemplated her situation.  Frank, wherever he
was, would surely think she had cheated on him with a horse dick stud if he
managed to get his cock in her before her pussy returned to normal, if it
would return to normal.  She would have to hold out for a while and hope
she got some shape back to her tortured/satiated hole.  Another thought
came ripping through her mind.  She had never had an orgasm like the one
she just had.  She had actually passed out from the sheer pleasure she had
received.  Was it the result of being crushed on the tub and short of
breath or did Rambo manage to take her somewhere she had never been with a
man?  Maybe it was the rape aspect and being at the mercy of Rambo
accelerated her libido.  Whatever it was, she wanted it to happen again. 
She started wondering if all dogs could do what he did.  What about horses?
She had heard of donkey shows and women fucking horses.  Now it didn't seem
all that far out of reason.  If the right circumstance presented itself,
she could see some possibility there.
   CHAPTER THREE
   Linda stood on shaky legs and with a hand on the wall and the other
stemming the flow of dog cum leaking from her stretched pussy; she made her
way back to the scene of the crime.  It seemed like hours ago she was bent
over the tub taking a pounding from the family dog.  She sat on the toilet
and let his cum run out of her tender pussy.  Her knees were shaking
slightly and her ribs hurt from being ground against the tub.  She
inspected herself for other wounds and apart from some scratches on her
shoulder from Rambo's nails, she seemed in fair condition.  She was already
making up something to tell Frank about the scratches when she heard the
sound of gravel scrunching in the driveway.  She hadn't heard the roar of
Frank's truck so she knew it wasn't him who got out of the door she had
just heard close.  Hurriedly, she put on the bath robe she had stashed on
the towel rack and limped slowly into the living room.  As expected, there
was a knock on the door.
   Matt drove to Frank and Linda's house slightly worried.  She was one of
his very best employees and not bad to look at either.  He was the manager
of Walemart, not a powerless assistant manager but the main manager in
charge of the local store.  Linda had not shown for work this morning and
did not call in.  When he tried the only phone number he had for her, it
didn't even ring through.  Normally he did not take such a personal
interest in his employees but Linda was a special case.  She was always
pleasant and smiled a lot, customers loved her, and Matt had a personal
fantasy involving her.  Rumor had it she was married to a drunk and not too
happy about her situation.  This would be the first time Matt had ever gone
to her home.  He hoped she was alone...
   Linda answered the door not knowing who was on the other side.  Her
recent escapade with Rambo made her walk a little bow legged to ease
discomfort to her tender pussy flesh.  Her surprise and embarrassment to
see her boss was evident as she blushed at the sight of him on the other
side of the screen door.
   "Linda, is everything alright?"
   "Y-Yes, I guess so." Linda was unsure what he wanted or why he was here.
   "You were scheduled to come in this morning and when you didn't, I got
concerned.  When I called, I couldn't get the phone to ring through or even
leave a message."
   "I know, Frank didn't come home last night and he has the phone with him
so you wouldn't have gotten me anyway.  I don't have a car right now and
was going to catch a ride with Frank but..."
   "Do you mind if I come inside, I really would like to talk to you about
missing work and perhaps work out some alternate method of contacting you?"
   "Sure, come in, I'm sorry, I'm not myself today."
   Rambo came from the kitchen into the room just as Matt opened the screen
door.  The door closed quickly with Matt still outside as Rambo made his
presence known.  He started barking at Matt through the door.  His hair
raised up on his back menacingly.
   "MY GOD!  You didn't tell me you had a barking horse!" Matt exclaimed.
"How big is he?"
   Linda blushed again and thought to herself, "If you only knew..." She
said, "He's right around 200 pounds, about average for an English Mastiff."
She chided Rambo for barking and Rambo quieted down and headed back into
the kitchen.  Matt came inside and stood just inside the door.
   "Linda, I just want you to know that anything we talk about will be held
completely confidential.  I'm not here to get you in trouble; I'd like to
help if there is anything you need." Matt emphasized the word 'anything'
and instantly regretted it.
   Linda, in her current state of numbness, didn't catch the inflection. 
She was too focused on standing as normal as she could, keeping her legs
together as much as possible.  Another glob of Rambo's cum was starting its
journey past her battered pussy lips and running down her leg under the
concealing bath robe with her boss standing less than a yard away.  She
excused herself.
   "Matt, I'd be happy to talk to you about whatever it is you want to talk
about but I need to freshen up some first.  Please have a seat and I'll be
right back."
   Matt nodded and took a seat on the couch as Linda shuffled towards the
bathroom.  He caught the odor of something familiar, he just couldn't place
it.  Linda moved slowly toward the bathroom, trying to walk normally as a
huge load of cum slipped past her bruised pussy and slid down her leg. 
Matt watched her walk away, noticing her slight limp and wondering if she
really was ok.
   Linda made it to the bathroom and closed the door.  "How much cum is in
there!" she wondered to herself.  The load sliding past her ankle was more
than Frank could deposit in an entire night of love-making and she thought
she had gotten most of it out already.  She sat on the toilet and tried to
tighten her abdomen to force the remainder of Rambo's cum out.  She almost
gasp out loud as pain from her exertion flashed through her body.  "I am
going to get that dog hard and measure his cock so I will know what was in
me" she thought to herself as she cleaned up.
   Walking back into the living room was much easier this time and Linda
even managed a smile for Matt as she reappeared.
   "Feel better?"
   "Yeah, I guess I am a little under the weather." Linda sat in the rocker
opposite Matt.
   "I noticed you seem to be moving a little slow.  If you don't feel well,
I understand and will mark you as sick today.  You still have sick days
left over from last year and I would be happy to apply them to this year
even though we aren't supposed to carry them over."
   His offer was generous and Linda knew it.  She graciously accepted his
kind offer and said "Matt, I do want you to know I am having a bit of a
crisis right now.  It isn't like Frank to disappear like he did and not
come home." It was a lie but she didn't want Matt to know the full extent
of her problems.  "Frank has a bit of a drinking problem and his work has
threatened his job so hopefully he went directly there from wherever he
was."
   Linda's bath robe had opened slightly at the top exposing one of Rambo's
scratches.  "What happened to your shoulder?  Are you sure you're ok?"
   "I'm fine, really.  This is just a scratch I got from playing with the
dog." Linda blushed again, and again she thought, 'if you only knew'.
   "Well if there is anything you would like me to do for you please let me
know and I will be happy to do it." Matt was striking out and he knew it.
He tried to give himself another reason to visit later.  "How about if I
check up on you later today, around four thirty.  If there's anything you
can think of that you need, I can pick it up for you and drop it off then."
   Linda considered his proposal.  Then she realized he was inviting
himself back and she decided to take advantage of the situation.  "I could
use a couple of things and I have no way to get them so if you wouldn't
mind..."
   CHAPTER FOUR
   Her boss was gone and Linda was alone in the house with Rambo again. 
Her stomach had quit contracting and her stretched pussy was starting to
feel less plundered.  Linda went into the kitchen were Rambo waited
patiently for his breakfast.  As Linda approached, he rolled onto his back
begging for a stomach rub.  Linda knelt beside him and talked to him
lovingly.  "Rambo is such a good boy, good boy." She said as she rubbed his
tummy.  More cum had leaked out and had been removed from her pussy after
Matt's departure.  "Did you pump mommy full this morning?" She continued
talking in her good puppy voice.  Her hand wandered the expanse of Rambo's
chest, slowly moving south towards his sheath.  Ever since he had fucked
her silly in the bathroom, she had wanted to get a look at his cock.  It
had been four hours since Rambo slammed his meat into her and she still
felt loose and bruised.  Her view of his equipment had been hidden by the
tub and her imagination was running wild.  She stroked his sheath until the
pink tip of his cock was sticking out.  There was a lump on his dick back
by his huge balls and she rightly assumed that was what he had stuck in her
that caused so much stretching.
   Rambo, enjoying the hand job, lifted his leg further and more of his
cock started sliding out.  Linda held his sheath close to the business end
and slid the sheath back to and over the lump.  Just behind the lump she
felt a smaller lump, kind of hard and bone like.  As her fingers closed
around the smaller lump, Rambo's hips bucked and his cock started growing.
She had found his pleasure point and she wasn't letting go.  His cock grew
rapidly as her mouth fell open in surprise.  This dog's cock really was
much bigger than she had thought!  There was no way this huge thing was up
in her earlier today!  She spit on her free hand and wrapped it around the
thick part of his strangely shaped dick.  If she had taken her other hand
off Rambo's cock base and grabbed his tool with both hands, it would have
been a perfect fit!  He was fully three and a half inches across at the
thick part of his cock!  Her eyes wandered to his knot.  The knowledge that
this entire projection had been firmly lodged in her cunt this morning was
beyond her comprehension.  The knot was as big as both her fists together!
It was easily 5 inches across and hard as a rock.  How the hell he had
gotten that inside her was impossible to explain.  She sized up his length
by laying her arm alongside the thrusting cock.  With her middle finger
touching the wrist of her other hand, the tapered head of Rambo's penis
extended to about two inches from her elbow!  He really wasn't as long as
she felt him to be when he had taken her but he was much bigger around. 
She felt extremely lucky to have avoided the initial anal threat posed by
him when he first entered her.  Rambo's prick had been pumping a steady
dribble of cum as she did her exploring.  It was running off his belly and
dribbling onto the floor.  Linda relinquished her grip on his cock and
stood up.  Rambo immediately started licking his exposed tool as Linda went
to the junk drawer to get her tape measure.  She measured her hand and arm
to where Rambo's cock had reached.  It was nearly 13 inches from the base
of his knot to the end of his dick.  His dick alone was nine inches from
the tip to the beginning of his knot.  She chuckled as she thought of
Frank's meaty 7 inch dick.  Never again would she think of Frank as 'well
hung'.  "Well, maybe if he stuck it in my ass." She said quietly.
   Linda poured food into Rambo's bowl as he continued licking his rapidly
shrinking cock.  She felt he deserved something extra and went to the
cupboard to see what she had.  Linda selected a can of beef broth and
opened it.  Upon hearing the can opener, Rambo came to attention and stood
beside his new bitch while she prepared his meal.  She poured the broth
over his dog food.  "Here you go boy, I want you to eat up so you will be
big and strong for Mommy!" Her face turned crimson as she realized what she
had said.  Linda had caught herself getting her new lover ready for more
action while she was still stretched out from the morning fuck
session/rape! "What is wrong with me?" She mused.  Her mind raced as she
sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and watching Rambo eat the broth
laced dog food.  She considered the taboo of what had happened.  Really she
had done nothing wrong.  She just happened to be in the wrong place at the
wrong time and Rambo raped her.  She couldn't blame the dog he was acting
on instinct.  From his point of view, a hot bitch was bent over and
screeching, demanding his attention.  He did what came natural.  Her body
had reacted to his invasion the only way it could.  He had warmed her up
with his tongue; God knows Rambo gave her more foreplay when raping her
than she had gotten from Frank in a year!  Then he made her cum harder than
she had ever experienced in her life.  Yet the taboo of bestiality darkened
the moment.  Bestiality, bestiality, bestiality, bestiality, bestiality,
bestiality, bestiality, bestiality, bestiality, bestiality, bestiality, her
dark thoughts kept repeating bestiality!
   Lately she had resigned herself to a mundane sex routine with Frank and
had found herself wanting someone else, someone like Matt.  Hell if Rambo
hadn't taken her this morning, Matt might have scored a piece when he
showed up unexpectedly at her door!  Now her desire for Matt was waning as
she felt Rambo had given her what she had been missing.  At twenty-eight
years old, her sex drive felt stronger than it had ever been and her
husband was not able to perform like he used to.  Added together it was a
volatile combination that could only lead to her finding satisfaction
elsewhere.  She continued this train of thought absentmindedly until she
caught her hand exploring her pussy.  She was still very wet and seeping a
small amount of Rambo's cum but her hole was quickly returning to normal
size and she was snug around 4 fingers.  Linda had not intended to stick
her fingers in her cunt but she was curious about how her body was
responding to its recent invasion.  Her discovery of her recovery was
encouraging and she felt that Frank might not notice her new found limits.
   She was brought back to the present by a knock on the door.  She hadn't
heard anyone pull up and was taken by surprise.  She quickly pulled her
open robe closed, wiped cum off her hand on the dishtowel, and answered the
door.
   Matt was back.  He had the requested items from earlier this morning and
was being the Good Samaritan that he really was.  Matt was not the usual
Walemart manager.  Most managers are paid according to many metrics, among
them, cutting overtime, reducing expense, and making sure the associates
working for them worked hard.  Matt believed in paying folks what they are
worth and in return, his work force had more loyalty than any other store
in the global chain.
   "Here are the things you wanted." Matt was a little embarrassed.  This
was his first time ever-buying tampons and panty shields.  Linda really
hadn't needed the tampons but the panty shields would come in handy soon.
When he had so graciously offered to pick some things up, she decided to
ask him to get those things in particular.  Frank had flat refused to ever
get feminine hygiene articles and Linda wanted to experience just once a
man buying those for her.
   "How much did it come to?"
   "I shoplifted." Matt grinned and Linda let out a small chuckle.  "Really
it wasn't much, don't worry about it."
   "I have another favor to ask you.  Could I use your cell phone to try
and locate Frank?"
   "WOW, he still hasn't come home or called?" Matt was starting to count
his chickens.  "Sure, I hope he's ok."
   "He'd better not be or I am gonna be pissed." Linda's intensity caused
Matt to step back as he reached for his phone.
   Linda struck pay dirt on her first call.  The police told her about her
husbands arrest for drinking and driving and for possession of marijuana.
The bond had been set at $1,500.00 because this was his second arrest for
DUI in two years.  His court date was in a week.  Linda was not angry, nor
did she show any emotion as her mind raced to the immediate future.  Frank
was going to be gone for awhile and Rambo was resting up for...  Her thighs
clinched together as a quiver ran through her.  Matt took the look on her
face as one of worry and he came to the rescue.
   "I heard." He said.  "Looks like you will need some time off work.  I
looked today and you have never used the two days a year we allow as paid
sick days.  You have been with us for five years.  I can't give you all the
days but please go ahead and take the rest of the week off so you can get
something done about your husband.  Maybe if he told the judge he has a
drinking problem he could get sent to one of those intervention programs.
Another thing I would like you to do is hold onto that cell phone for
awhile.  The battery is charged and good for a couple of hours talk time.
If you need me, my number is programmed in as 'home'.
   "What will your wife think if I call your house with your phone?!"
   "Uh, I thought you knew; I got divorced last year." Matt looked down
dejectedly and shuffled his feet.  Linda was taken by surprise; Walemart
was like a small town where everyone knew everyone else's business.  The
news of Matt's availability was shocking and caused her to look at him in a
new light.  "Looks like I stepped right in that one." She bit her lower
lip. "Thanks for the kindness, I needed a phone and a friend.  She stepped
forward and hugged Matt.  He slowly placed his arms around her shoulders
and released her when he felt her grip on him loosen.  It was a hug between
friends.  Nothing more.
   Matt left feeling mixed emotions but he had placed the strange odor he
smelled earlier.  She smelled like sex.  More accurately, she smelled like
she had just gotten plowed.  He wondered if there was someone hiding in the
bedroom.
   CHAPTER FIVE
   Linda spent the rest of the afternoon and evening wondering aimlessly
around her home and even took a walk around their two acres of property. 
Frank did not occupy her mind near as much as Matt and Rambo.  She thought
of Frank with contempt and tried to not think of him at all.  Instead she
kept imagining herself draped across the various items she had seen with
Rambo hammering away at her willing pussy.  As she walked past the garage,
she saw the wood pile with its chopping stump.  It was just about the right
height for her use.  Then she came across the pair of saw horses in the
garage.  Not sure how they could be used but maybe some type of bondage
thing.  She flashed back to her morning bondage scene with her hair stuck
in the drain and her pussy moistened.  Perhaps the most graphic image she
imagined was when she came across Frank's old weight set.  It was a set of
free weights with a bench press bench made to lie down on.  The padded
bench was only about 12 inches wide and when she laid down on it, she
realized it was about as wide as she was.  If her legs were spread and
Rambo was humping away right now she would get the missionary fucking of
her life.  Her fantasy as she lay in the corner of the garage on the weight
bench drew her hands to her hairless pussy.  She had dressed earlier in a
pair of flannel boxers with no panties and a tee shirt with no bra.  Her
animal lust was controlling her hands as she started gently massaging her
clit with one hand and her small breast with the other.  She imagined
Rambo, chest to chest with her as he entered her willing pussy.  Her eyes
closed as she remembered the fullness of the morning and how completely in
Rambo's control she had been.  Perhaps if she could get herself tied to the
bench somehow she would be able to repeat the morning pleasure.
   Just then she heard a car door shut.  She hadn't heard anyone pull up
but the unmistakable door sound brought her out of her reverie.  She slowly
got up and peeked out of the garage.  She saw Freddie's van parked in front
of their house.  She rounded the corner of the house as Freddie was
stepping off their porch.
   "Hello Freddie."
   He jumped, "Wow, you scared me!"
   She could tell he was very jumpy and he looked nervously toward the road
and back to Linda.
   "Can we go inside and talk?"
   "Ok but I better get Rambo put up; he has been acting a little strange
lately." She said.  'Getting some strange' is more like it', she thought.
   She went inside and Freddie followed.  Once Rambo's baby gate was put
across the kitchen doorway, they sat down in the living room to talk.  With
amusement, she noticed Freddie had sat in the exact same place Matt had sat
in earlier today.
   "Ok Freddie, what's up?"
   "It's Frank.  You know he was arrested last night, don't you?"
   "Yeah, he sucks.  I mean, look at this place.  If you lived here
wouldn't you fix it up a little?  Instead he just drinks his life and maybe
even his wife away." Her bitterness took Freddie by surprise.
   "Aren't you the least bit concerned about him being locked up?"
   "Fuck him.  I told him to come right back.  The cops said they got him
around 10:00, almost 4 hours after he left here.  He deserves to be locked
up for awhile."
   "Well I'm worried.  He got caught with some stuff I sold him and if he
talks..."
   "We both know Frank.  He won't say anything.  He might be a worthless
turd but he's no snitch."
   "How sure are you of that."
   "Very sure.  Probably the only thing that might make him want to rat you
out would be if he thought you were visiting me while he was locked up."
   Linda had carefully phrased her threat and spoke in even tones so as to
warn but not alarm Freddie.
   "Then I suggest we don't tell him I was here." Freddie fielded her
threat.  "Here, have a couple of joints and relax.  I got the message and
as long as there's no waves, we'll all be ok."
   He handed her two very large joints and got up.
   "I hope Frank gets off easy." Freddie said as he headed for the door.
   "I hope he rots in jail." Linda's matter of fact voice and hard line
caught Freddie off guard.  He wondered what Frank had been doing to her to
make her so hateful.
   "Hey Freddie, thanks.  These are going to come in handy."
   "No problem.  If you get the chance, find out what Frank is thinking
about all this."
   "Fuck him." Again, so matter of fact and so much unlike the Linda
Freddie thought he knew.
   Linda watched Freddie pull away and aimlessly slid her hand back inside
the boxers.  Her pussy was still seeping very small amounts of doggie cum,
or was that her own excretion?  She would have to fix that.
   
  
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