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An Animal- Living Bride
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Siegfried. She was really a nice kid. She'd told him about how her
mother used to beat her ... how her father used to just stand there and
watch ... how she had run away and picked up her education on the streets.
Despite that, she was quite sensitive, though she would surely laugh at
him if he told her that. She liked to think of herself as totally self-
sufficient.
That was a laugh. Martin could see that she was taking a great deal
for granted ... and that one of those things, that he would always be
around, just wasn't true.
No ... he would help her as well. If things worked out the way he
thought they might, everyone would be smiling in a couple of days.
"Who would have thought I'd ever turn out to be a fucking romantic,"
he said softly. Then he laughed. He began feeling like the Lone Ranger,
and that made him feel very, very good.
Chapter 3
"And that's about what we do here ... and what we'll be expecting of
you, Mark my man."
Mark listened with only half a mind to his boss, J.R. Williams. The
middle-aged, nearly bald, slightly paunchy man had been droning on all day
about this and that, fully expecting Mark to listen to every word. In the
beginning, when Mark had first gotten to the office, he had made every
attempt to be attentive. The fight he had had with his wife had bothered
him all the way to work, and he knew that if he could just get it out of
his mind and forget about what had been said, everything would be all
right. It was pretty foolish of him, he could see now. After all, he had
come to the office just a little early, hoping that he would make a good
impression, and J.R. hadn't even bothered to come in until after ten. He
could have fucked his wife several times!
While he had been waiting to be "shown the ropes," he ran through
several conversations in his mind, and had come to the conclusion that he
should call his wife and apologize. He didn't think that he was in the
wrong, but he believed that his marriage was at stake, and what was a
little pride where your marriage is concerned. He'd started dialing when
J.R. had finally come in, and, still wanting to make a good impression, he
hung up right away.
Things went down hill from there. J.R. was an old windbag. The most
powerful man in the company, to be sure, but Mark found that the man used
a full paragraph where one word would do. Mark learned, and quickly, that
if he listened to just the beginnings of what J.R. was saying, he could
get the full gist of everything. Still, good manners dictated that he at
least pretend that he heard everything, and J.R. was so lost in his own
explanations of the workings of the company that he rarely asked Mark
anything. Just keeping up a front of attention was taxing. Mark wished
that it were the next day. Getting to his job without having to put up
with J.R. would be sheer bliss.
By the end of the day, Mark was shot. He and J.R. were finishing the
last of their drinks in the lounge across from the company building. J.R.
was being buoyant and happy, making little jokes that Mark felt called
upon to laugh at.
"You know ... I'm really impressed with your college record," J.R.
said, for the umpteenth time. Mark was getting more than a little tired
of putting on the humble act.
"I was just doing the best I could," he said, forcing a smile.
"I like a man who does the best he can," J.R. said for the umpteenth
time.
"Thank you sir." Mark looked around at the lounge wall clock. He
hadn't called Kate like he'd wanted, and he could see now that he was
going to be late for dinner. Kate was going to be pissed, that was for
sure. And after what had happened this morning ...
"I think you're going to fit in the company really well," J.R. said
for the umpteenth time. Mark decided that he had had enough.
"Uh ... excuse me sir, but I really should be getting home," he
braved.
"Home? Ooooohhh ... the little lady doesn't like it when you're
late, huh? How long you been married, son?"
"About ... a little less than a month."
"Ooooooohhh ... well, we wouldn't want to get things off on the wrong
foot, now would we. Come on. I'll drive you home."
"Oh, you don't have to bother, J.R."
"No bother at all ... and call me James." He gave Mark a little
wink, and the young husband could feel his heart sink. He wanted to get
away from his boss as soon as he could, and the thought of being stuck in
rush-hour traffic with him really didn't appeal to Mark one bit. But how
could he refuse? J.R. was his boss.
Even though J.R. wasn't exactly drunk, he was just enough under the
influence for him to take some rather unnecessary chances. Mark could
consider it a minor miracle if nothing happened to them on the way home.
J.R. seemed more intent on learning about Mark's private life than he did
about the traffic.
"Picked yourself a good little piece of ass, I hope," J.R. said
rather crudely.
"Kate? Uh ... yes. Yes, she's quite pretty."
"Thought so. A man like you would have a wife that could really help
him rise to the top ... and fast."
"I ... I'm not sure I understand," Mark said, not really wanting to
get into it.
"Well, Maggie and me ... Maggie's my missus ... we like to think that
we're still young. You know the old saying. You're as young as you
feel."
"Yes sir."
"We like to have parties at the office. A lot of wives like to
attend. Things can get pretty exciting, if you know what I mean."
At first, Mark didn't know what he meant, but as he tried to think of
what he would say to his wife, it dawned on him what J.R. was talking
about. There was a short moment of silence, and then J.R.'s slightly
slurred voice broke it.
"Yeah ... a lot of young men just starting out find that the climb to
the top is a lot easier if their wives ... uh ... like to play ball?"
Mark's first reaction was one of livid rage. The man was all but
coming out and demanding that he let him fuck his wife. Shit. If it
weren't really happening to him, he would think the whole thing was
laughable. As a matter of fact, it was almost laughable. The very
thought of Kate allowing another man between her legs was beyond Mark's
comprehension. He couldn't help himself. He smiled, and the reaction was
picked up by his boss.
"Something funny, son?" J.R. asked in a rather stern voice.
"Ooohhh ... no sir. Not really. It's just that ... well ... I can't
really picture Kate going along with something like that."
J.R. gave a little chuckle, a sound that actually made Mark shiver.
"Maybe you should have a little talk with her," he said, making it sound
more like a command than a suggestion. "Better yet, why don't I have a
little talk with her?"
"Uuuuuhhhh ... well ... uuuhhh ... sure. I mean, you and your wife
could come over for dinner some day soon and ..."
"What's the. matter with right now?" J.R. asked, making Mark wonder
if he was actually serious. The last thing he needed at the moment was to
have his problems compounded with a visit by this lecher.
"Uuuuhhh ... Kate and I were sort of hoping that we could get out
tonight. We've just moved in, and things are a little disorganized. It
might take some time ..."
"Say no more," J.R. said with a flourish. Mark didn't know how much
of this jovial mood was because of the drinking he had done, or if it was
just his way of kidding around. "I'll have Maggie get in contact with
Kate. Better to let the women handle these things anyway, right?"
"Right! Uh ... that's my building there," Mark pointed, more than
eager to get out of the car.
J.R. pulled up right in front. "You won't forget what I told you,"
he said with caution in his voice. "Getting to the top can be easy. It
looks like a nice apartment building. You could do better if you wanted.
A lot better."
Mark thanked him for the ride and walked away, just a little too
quickly to be discrete. The whole day had really been a drain. It would
be good just to be away from J.R. He hoped that Kate had done some
shopping and had picked up something to drink. Even though he had had
nearly as much as J.R., the thought of numbing himself just a little more
appealed to him.
He took the elevator to his floor and, after fumbling with his keys,
unlocked his door.
"I'm home," he said, making his voice sound as tired as he felt. If
there was anything he didn't want at the moment, it was a recurrence of
the argument he had had with Kate in the morning.
"Well ... it's about time," Kate said, coming, out of the kitchen
drying her hands. "I expected you home almost an hour ago."
"Honey ... the boss was really bending my ear. I couldn't get away
from him," Mark told her, silently praying for a little understanding.
"Not even to call me and tell me you would be late?" She raised her
eye brows, and Mark could see that he was headed for a confrontation.
"Come on, Kate, have a heart. He's the boss."
"And he's more important than I am, right?" she said. Her voice was
cold, low and almost threatening. Mark regarded her as though he were
looking at a total stranger. She was staring back at him, looking at him
right in the eyes, her own lovely gray pools seething with an anger she
had been developing all day. "I tried to call you at the office, but some
woman kept telling me that you were busy."
The secretary that had been assigned to me, Mark thought. An
efficient lady, and all business, just like J.R. Mark didn't even remember
her name.
"How about a drink before we have dinner?" Mark suggested, hoping
that by changing the subject he could calm her down.
But Kate was pissed. She had been sleeping all day. The way Mark
had just walked out on her like that had really set her off, and she was
not about to be appeased by the fact that he had such an old hat excuse as
a hard day at the office.
"Dinner is ruined," she said, never taking her eyes off his. "And we
don't have anything to drink in the house. Besides, you smell as though
you've had plenty to drink all ready."
"Just a little. Honest honey. J.R. was really putting them down. I
was just pretending to hold my own against him."
"You mean ... you mean you were spending the entire day drinking?"
Kate shrieked. "I don't believe it. You were drinking all day, and you
couldn't even slip away to give me a call. That's all I wanted. Just a
phone call to let me know you remembered I'm alive."
"I told you ... I couldn't get away," Mark said. He was feeling
desperate now. He had never seen his wife acting like this. Right from
the day he had met her, she had been warm and understanding. He couldn't
believe that one day after their honeymoon, she was turning into some kind
of a whining bitch, trying to bend him to her own will.
"You could have gotten away if you wanted," Kate said, determined
that she would hold her ground. "You just didn't want to get away. Why
won't you admit it?"
They stared at each other, each thinking that a terrible mistake had
been made in their getting married.
"I don't have to stand here and take this, that's for sure," Mark
said, picking his coat up from the table next to the door where he had set
it down. "I put up with an incredible amount of shit at the office. I
don't have to put up with it here."
After giving her a steely gaze, he spun around and walked out the
door, slamming it behind him in a repeat performance of the morning. Kate
opened and closed her fists, staring at the door as though she expected
that Mark would just come right back in.
She couldn't believe what had happened. She had been pissed all day,
and she was convinced that she was justified at being angry at her
husband. All she wanted was what any normal woman wanted. She had become
very aroused in the morning, and Mark had failed to even attempt to
satisfy her. She had wanted to finger her vagina all day, but she held
off, preferring to wait until Mark came home and let him take care of her.
As the day had worn on, she had become more and more frustrated with just
thinking about his long thick cock. And when he hadn't called, she had
felt even worse.
And now this. She wanted to cry. This wasn't what she had wanted at
all, but the mounting of her sexual passion had put her nerves on edge,
until she had to lash out at someone. Mark had just been there ... the
very person she didn't want to make angry.
But if Kate was angry, both Niven and Martin were feeling on the top
of the world. Martin had explained as much as he could to Niven, and he
was pleasantly surprised to learn that she shared in his excitement for
adventure. Things had been getting pretty dull, she told him. Maybe what
he had in mind would liven things up. When Mark finally came home, they
had their ears pressed to the wall that separated their apartment from the
Hutch's. They were all ready when Mark stormed out of the apartment.
"Okay, love," Martin said, putting the leash on Siegfried. "I think
he's about as ready for you as he'll ever be. Go out and get him. Just
play it cool."
"Don't worry about me," Niven said as she slipped into a light
jacket. "I just hope he doesn't wander all over town."
"He won't. I've seen things like this before. He'll head straight
to the nearest bar. He should be easy pickings for you."
He gave her a little wink as she opened the door. Giving her a
little time to leave the hall, he looked at Siegfried.
"Well, friend, looks like you and me are going for a little walk.
Would you like that?"
Siegfried perked up his ears. He had been a little confused when
Niven walked out of the apartment without him, and while he liked Martin,
he wasn't sure what was happening.
Taking the dog's leash, Martin led him to the door of the apartment
next to his. He knocked on the door and waited patiently, not certain
about what would happen, but knowing that as long as he played things by
ear, everything would turn out. Siegfried was his ace of trump!
Kate opened the door with a beaming face, hoping that it was her
husband. When she saw that it wasn't, her expression fell.
"Ooohhh ... hello," she said, gazing long and hard into Martin's dark
black eyes. Then, feeling something rubbing against her leg, she looked
down to see the huge German shepherd.
"Hi," Martin said, smiling in as friendly a manner as he could. "I
live in the apartment next to yours. I've been walking Siegfried here,
and I thought I would be a friendly neighbor and drop in. I'm Martin
Delany."
At first Kate thought of telling him that she just wanted to be
alone, but she thought the better of that. She really didn't want to be
alone, and getting to know the people in the building might be an
interesting diversion.
"Come in," she said, smiling sweetly ... innocently. "I'm Kate
Hutch, by the way."
She almost told him that she was married and her husband was out, but
for some reason, she decided against it.
Martin entered the apartment and looked around automatically.
Siegfried found a place in the middle of the floor and sat there, eyeing
this woman. His keen nose told him something that even Martin, with all
his experience in dealing with women, didn't notice. This woman was
aroused, and Siegfried began thinking that he had been brought here to
lick the vagina of this lady. He liked her right away for that, but he
knew that he would have to wait until he was told he could sniff her cunt.
"I'd offer you something to drink, but ... I've just moved in, and I
haven't had time to get anything but Coke."
"Coke is fine," Martin said casually, watching her as she entered the
kitchen. He knew right away that he had hit gold with this one. She was
being really friendly, and she was actually acting as though she didn't
want him to think she was married. She had never mentioned her husband.
That was encouraging!
And the way she walked was also encouraging. She was deliberately
swaying her lush, firm ass back and forth, the tight skirt she was wearing
clinging to the fleshy orbs of her buttocks, showing him the outline of
her ass. She was really a lovely woman ... more so than hearing her voice
through the wall would have indicated, and he could feel his cock growing
in his pants. As she stood in front of the refrigerator, she offered him
a profile of her ripe body, and Martin's eyes went from the graceful swell
of her hips to the generous out-thrusting of her breasts. He could tell
that she was not wearing a bra, and her breasts were both large and firm,
their nipples strangely swollen and straining against the thin cloth of
her white cotton blouse. He loved the way her bright red hair fell lushly
to her softly rounded shoulders and bounced as she walked from the kitchen
back to the dining room. Her breasts jiggled as she walked as well, and
she took a seat at the other end of the couch from him, turning full to
him as she offered him an opened can of Coke.
"I like to think that someone has to make the first move when a new
person comes into the building," Martin said casually, taking a drink from
the can and resting his eyes on her melon-shaped breasts. Uuuummmm ...
they were really nice looking, and it was all the young man could do to
keep from reaching out and squeezing them right then and there. He knew
that if he just held off a little, he would be getting his cock into her
soon enough. No point in rushing things. He'd learned long ago that
playing a hand too early can be worse than disastrous.
"I think that's a very nice idea," she told him, her eyes sparkling.
As she took a sip of her own drink, she caught herself doing something she
never thought she would ever do in her life. She was actually flirting
with this total stranger. She couldn't believe it, but as she thought
about it, she was puzzled by the fact that it really didn't bother her.
She hadn't told him that she was married, and since he didn't ask about
her husband, she assumed that he didn't know. But what really startled
her was that she was all but going out of her way to let him think she was
single! This thought really confused her, and she turned away from him to
face front, looking at the dog still sitting in the middle of the room.
There was something about that dog ... something strange and
exciting. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that the dog
... Siegfried, she reminded herself, was actually trying to look up her
skirt. Even though she believed that was silly, she automatically pressed
her legs together.
"So tell me," she said, once again facing the rather handsome young
man sitting on the other end of the couch. "What do you do for a living?"
"Me? Oooohhh ... I'm what you call independently wealthy," Martin
said in an off-handed manner. "I sort of come and go. I have a great
deal of freedom, and I meet some interesting people. I learn a great deal
from people. More than I ever did from books."
"Were you a student?"
"Uh huh. Columbia. I was a very good student too, but the whole
thing really bored me. After I got my degree, I decided that I would take
off and see as many things as I could, instead of reading about them."
"You're something of a romantic," Kate remarked, smiling and making
her pale hazel eyes twinkle. She had heard a lot about people who just
left their homes and traveled about, but she had never met one of them.
To her, the whole idea sounded very nice.
"That I am," Martin said, noting that she had turned herself in a
rather seductive manner. The young man was pretty certain that what she
was doing was purely sub-conscious, but she was definitely coming on him.
"And you? What do you do?"
"Oooohhh ... uh ... nothing at the moment. I'm looking for a job."
"Is that so?" Martin said, raising his eye brows. He noticed that
she still hadn't said she was married, and he took his cue from that
omission.
"A pretty girl like you should find herself a good husband," he said,
giving her a side long glance. "These days, you could find someone who
wouldn't mind you having a job."
"That's a thought," Kate said, still smiling. God!, she thought.
What the hell am I doing? I'm all but throwing myself at this man, and
Mark could come home at any moment. What's the matter with me?
She decided that she was playing the game just a little too
seriously, but after the way Mark had walked out on her twice in the same
day, she really didn't feel all that guilty. The tingling she had felt in
her vagina ever since the morning was really getting to her, and she found
that every time she moved, the tingling increased. Occasionally, as she
and Martin made small talk, she dropped her eyes to his muscular-looking
loins. She noticed that he had an erection there, and she began to feel a
little bad that she was leading him on like she was. She should come
right out and tell him that she was already married, but something
prevented her. The anger Mark had infused in her was being turned out
against Martin. She would make this young man feel as frustrated as Mark
had made her feel.
As they continued to make small talk, Kate trying to not be quite so
seductive, Siegfried moved back and forth, padding his great forepaws on
the rug. His keen sense of smell noticed an increasing of the woman's
arousal, and he wondered why he was being made to sit and submit himself
to this torture. Her feminine odor was wafting against his nostrils, and
he wanted nothing more than to press his long nose tightly against her
aromatic pussy. He made a little impatient whine, which went unnoticed by
both Martin and Kate, and his ears drooped. He knew he had to wait for
the signal before he did anything, but there was an aching in his animal
loins that would not go away. In fact, it was getting stronger. For some
reason, his master was just talking to this pretty woman. At least if her
clothes were off, he would know that sooner or later, he would get a
chance to drive his long thick tongue deeply into the seething sluice of
her cunt. But neither one appeared to notice him.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. He knew that he might be
punished for what he was about to do, but all his discipline and training
was fast fading. He had to act and act fast!
Getting to his feet, he slowly walked over to where Kate was sitting
on the couch and stood up on his hind legs, his strong forepaws pressing
tightly against her swollen breasts for support. Then he lashed out with
his tongue, swiping it in a friendly manner.
"Ooooooohhhhh ..." Kate said, at first startled, and then, realizing
that the dog was just being friendly, relieved and suddenly playful.
Siegfried gave her smooth, flawless face several laps with his thick, damp
tongue, and Kate set her can of Coke down on the small end table. She
took his great, furry head between her hands and scratched him behind his
ears.
"Siegfried!" Martin said in a mock scolding voice. He knew that the
amazing dog had been going through sheer hell, and that it was only a
matter of time before he would finally make his move. He had been
counting on something like this, and he made only a feeble effort to pull
the huge dog away from her. Having the weight of the dog pressing against
her caused Kate to sit back, and her legs reflexively opened to maintain
her balance. The aroused dog was not going to be stopped merely by the
voice of his master now. He lowered himself to the floor and, seeing that
the pretty woman's legs were now spread, he inched his face forward.
Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. His long tongue
shot out as far as he could make it go at the heat he could sense
emanating from the crevice between her thighs. He felt some relief, but
also some frustration as the fleshy, wet organ pressed tightly up against
her panties. He tasted that they were soaked with the flowing juices of
the desire he had noticed rising from her, and he stabbed at the cloth
covering her crotch as though his life depended on it.
The effect on Kate was as if she had been touched there by a live
wire. Every thought in her mind seemed to come to a sudden halt. She
couldn't have been more surprised if Martin had just lunged for her, but
she also couldn't have been more aroused if her own husband had placed his
hand there, against the cum-soaked nylon of her skimpy panties. She
stiffened in amazement and drew in a sharp, hissing breath, momentarily
forgetting that Martin was sitting in the room with her as the dog's
insistent tongue, in its desperate desire to enter her cunt, actually
slipped up under one elastic leg band and came into direct contact with
her passion-flushed vaginal lips.
Her hazel eyes wide open in complete shock, she looked down, stunned
at the intensity of her reaction to this strange mind. Her own control
over her body was slipping away from her as she felt Siegfried's tongue
again slip under a panty leg-band and slither hotly, wetly, into her
cuntal sluice!
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH ..." she breathed as all her breath left her body in
one mighty rush, and she tried to clamp her legs shut to prevent the dog
from continuing. "SIEGFRIED ... MARTIN ...!!" She turned a passion-
flushed face to the man who was sitting on the other end of the couch,
wanting him to pull the great dog away from her, and actually wishing that
he wouldn't. The thought of having Siegfried lick her there, between her
legs, was not as bad to her as actually having another man watch him doing
it.
"No ... no ... no ..." she gasped, trying to find the strength to do
what she knew she had to do.
She was further shocked to see that Martin was merely smiling at her,
and as he spoke to her, his voice sounded as though he were a million
miles away. "Siegfried really likes you, Kate. And it looks like you
really like him!"
She couldn't believe he'd said that, but again, Siegfried made a stab
with his tongue against her wet, seething pussy under her skirt, and her
mind was completely washed clean of any rational thought.
"I ... I ... I" she stammered, trying to think of something to say,
and failing completely. Her shame was that of having someone watching her
while this dog licked desperately at her vagina. She wanted to scream ...
to simply reach down and remove his head from between her thighs. But she
couldn't! Each keening stab he made with his hot, damp tongue against her
needing cunt drained her strength and will, and she was helpless to move.
Taking his can of Coke with him, Martin came to a standing position.
"I think you'll just have to let Siegfried have his way," he said in a
calm rational voice. Inwardly, he was jumping for glee. In no time, Kate
would be ripping her clothes off and letting Siegfried get at her cunt
with no sweat. And after Siegfried was done with her, he was going to
take his turn! Things were working out pretty nicely.
Kate pulled her hips back, breaking the contact the dog's tongue made
with her cunt. She felt a bit of her strength returning to her, and she
tried to regain her sense of composure.
"You mean ... I ... I should ... I should just strip and let ... let
this dog ... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH ...!" she wailed out again as Siegfried
moved into position and again shot his tongue out against Kate's passion-
flooded pussy lips. That was the final straw. The frustration caused by
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