Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2012 00:27:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Mister Man Subject: At The Shop (dog) Long time reader, first time contributor. I have been into dogs for a while, with the first experience at 23, when I fucked my Rototiller in the garage. He was a good sport about it. I have always been really close to animals in general and dogs specifically. We just communicate in some way. For me,it is about trust. Dogs are intuitive, sense fear, and punky. I am toppy when needed and non provoking the rest of the time. I;m fearless with them, and don't give them any reason to worry or react, and we get along well. I am also really playful, and what dog doesn't like to play. I have only recently, in the past five years or so, picked the interest of zoo back up again. With encounters here and there. I am a dog bather you see, and there are dogs all day long. But on occasion, there are in tact males that grace our doors. So in four years of bathing dogs, I got to play with dog balls, maybe give them a few strokes while giving them their bath. Fun, but hardly fulfilling. I left the job to do other things and then was asked to come back for a short stint while they hired and trained a new bather and groomer. I know I was only back for a short time, but it is fun to be with the dogs again. But this time, there was a perfect storm of circumstances that led to the fun time I had with the dogs in the tubs to be something much more satisfying. We will call him Brice. Not his name, because this is a true story. Brice is a Coal Black Giant Schnauzer with a proper cut. Handsome, and punky. Real punky. Didn't even care about the consequences of any behavior. Not too bright to be honest. Really ruled by his hormones. Wanted to hump anything and everything on all fours, if you get my drift. Brice comes in every week for a bath and once a month for grooming. He is a brat. One time, when he first came in, at about a year old, I had to peel him off of another dog and pin him to the ground. Because he is such a trouble maker we keep him out of a kennel, which is no fun for any dog, and in the bathroom. The bathroom was not not private. It was a water closet next to a changing room. Its "door" was a curtain that does not even reach the floor. The changing room next to the water closet was separated from the shop by a half door. So you got the layout, now here is the setting. Busy shop, four employees, including me. We all have our jobs and we all do our jobs pretty independently from one other, so we don't keep tabs on each other. The place is 800 Sq Ft. from anywhere in the shop, it takes 8 steps to get to the bathroom's � door. Cozy. So. I go to use the bathroom when Bryce is in there and he is on me, up in my business and no real way to keep him away, so I never tried! So while he is visiting me, I started playing with his sheath, he stepped back, and we played a bit more while I am bare ass naked sitting on the toilet. Raging hard on. I grabbed again with some playful tugging and pulling and then his hips shoved themselves forward like a tripped switch. I know I had his attention now. I played a little more, he humped my hand a bit and it was over. Time for me to get back to work. I gave Brice his bath just about every week. I got to wash his underside and get his ball squeaky clean. Then there was the anal glands. All dogs got em, and I can express them correctly. A very good reason to have my hand at the dogs ass for a length of time. You see, my back is to everyone else in the shop, and while they are doing what they are doing, focusing on drying, grooming and finishing dogs, I am at the tub, finger fucking the giant schnauzer. At first he resisted, but with a little patience, and my finger well soaped up, I slid it in on one smooth glide and pressed his button good. He froze, and let me play with the back side of the knot that tucked in his sheath. Eight seconds is all I got, before I had to remove my finger, in order not to be noticed. Thank got for big blue aprons, which covered my raging hard on in which I had a difficult time resisting grinding my hips into the wash tub. It was so fucking hot. I went home that night and jacked off to the whole experience, not ever being sure what made my heart pound so much; the exhilaration of either having my finger up that dogs ass, or the possibility of getting caught. The next week, same scenario. I knew he was interested, so I started to pay attention to patterns in the shop, to see if I can squeeze out a little more time in the bathroom with Bryce. I noticed that in early afternoon, after lunch, everyone really focuses on their work, and the dryers come on to dry dogs. It's loud, and require the blower to pay attention to the dog in front of him, and no one else can hear anything. So, for the next six Saturdays, and carved out a snitch of time with Bryce. The second time I wore easily removable gym shorts so when I got into the bathroom, I just immediately pulled them off and he shoved his nose right in my ass. I hug for a second, and then spun around and parked myself on the toilet and he found my hard on and gave it a lick. Chills went up my spine. I grabbed his sheath and gave it the playful tug of last week and he did not pull away. I played with it, not dedicating too much attention to it although I craved seeing it hard. After a tiny bit more of play, I grabbed his sheath more firmly and played with his forming knot at the back, four inches in front of his balls. His hips immediately started jamming forward into my hand. I time things with Bryce around the dryers running in the shop, because his nails and big feet were no match for his pouncing hips, and so while he wildly humped the my hand, his feet and claws ding into the floor and produce an awful racket. Then about five seconds later I got what I wanted. His dark red, white and purple cock came out of its sheath, tip dripping. It is glossy red and smooth, with fine, deep red veins, the color of bulls blood. A steady drip with spurts of his sperm came out of his piss hole. I had to taste it. So I tuck my head under him, still sitting on the toilet and put my tongue to the tip of his stunning piece for a second or two. The tannin taste of his cum surprised me. My tongue surprised him! He hopped pack, his red rocked half exposed out of its sheath, it was beautiful. I got to taste his cum and I was hooked and I wanted more. But that was all for now. I had to get back to work. The third time was more of the same, sorta. I got into the bathroom and had my pants off in two seconds and I leaned over the toilet and he really jammed his nose in my ass and I felt a tongue. Then he pulled away. Licking his lips. Didn't much like the taste of my ass. I spun around and he jumped into my lap and gave my dick some attention. I would to, it was rock hard by this time and leaking some precum. That held some interest for him. I reached around and started pulling on his sheath again and he just immediately started humping my hand, got hard, and out came his cock. His knot was already starting to grow and I could not get it past the end of his sheath before it was too big to slip through. While he is humping away, I lean forward and under him and pull the end of his red cock toward my mouth and take him in. It is hot and wet in my mouth, and he freezes. I form a cup with my tongue for his spurting cum with that tannin taste, it pools on my tongue. We both freeze with the sensation, then his hormones take over again and he starts swinging his hips again and he pops out of my mouth and my hand. He steps back and turns sideways as if he wanted to show me his swinging hard on. I was enamered. It was a really handsome dog cock. Big enough now to fit in the hand, solid smooth colorful seven inch cock with a beautiful point leaking dog cum everywhere. The floor was getting wet with his cum. I jacked off looking at him, with the taste of his bitter cum still in my mouth. I was dumping my load in seconds. He came over and cleaned off the end of my cum covered dick. He first tasted it, pulled away, licking his lips, with my heavy creamy cum on his mustache. He moved back in to finish the job, his wet abrasive tongue sending shivers trough my body. Shit, I gotta get to work. Holy shit, that big old beautiful hard on of his is not going away soon! Fuck, what if someone uses the bathroom right after me! My heart pounded around what just happened. I get up, get myself together as quickly as possible. And head out of the bathroom paying no one uses it soon. No one did. Again, noticing the patters of my coworkers. No one used the bathroom for a couple hours after lunch, So hoped for the next 20 minutes that no one one have to use the can. The following Saturday, things got a bit more crazy. The usual window of time, after lunch, dogs getting dried, I step into the back, but I am a bit more prepared. I had used the bathroom before lunch to wash my hands, and my hole. I even went to the trouble of moistening one of the many dog treats at the shop, making a crumbly mess, and smashing that into and around my hole. As soon as my shorts came off, his nose and his tongue we going to town on my hole. With a mix of apprehension and willingness he explored my hole with his abrasive licker while I leaned over onto the toilet, presenting. I was in heaven for a flash, and then he jumped me, and I backed up into him. What a crazy scramble! Neither of us knew what to do, but we both knew what we wanted to do, we wrestled to see if we could get him where I wanted him. It didn't work. He was all over the map, hopping form side to side and back and forth. I got impatient, got too aggressive, and he bounced off. But not before leaving my hole, tween, and the back of my balls dripping wet with his cum. I bent over, grabbed my ball, face planet on the toilet seat, and I massaged that cum into my skin while I jacked off with the other hand. Bryce came back to clean up his cum off my ass crack. I shot my load into my hand, spun around and fed it to my lover. I licked it out of my hand with the same tender apprehension he had the first time, like he wanted it, but he also wanted to savor it. He know it was something special. I caught my breath, stepped out of the bathroom into the changing room, caught my composure, and headed back out to washing dogs. What the hell was happening? Had I blown a gasket? Was I not firing on all cylinders? I was having uninhibited sex with a dog with people within earshot and less than 15 feet away! My head was swimming. It was nuts, I had to have more. Had to reign in my behavior. Next Saturday same thing. Sorts off, sitting on the toilet, he jumps into my lap, hips swinging away and I grab hold of his sheathe and in an instant his piece is out, knot and all, and hard. And then it dawns on me: turn him around like a tie. I hang onto his cock, with him settled between my fingers, cupping his knot in the palm of my hand, I then push his chest up and to the right and he hops down and I pass his cock between his legs. Then all of his dogness is in my hand, facing me, spraying cum on me and he freezes. Unbelievable. I let it spirt on my face for a moment, fell its heat and damp droplets sprinkle me like holy water. I could not manage another second and I shove that thing in my my mouth to the hilt. I open my mouth as wide as it goes, his seven inches dumping it content down my throat and his knot now jammed in my mouth. I had all of him in me, and I was draining his content down my throat. I swallowed, masaging his cock head with my throat, tying to reward the ecstasy he was bringing me. I felt it growing in my mouth until I could not breathe any more. I let him fall out of my mouth all at once. I was blissed out, pigging out on dog cock, and then I was horrified. In my lust, I had cut his cock with my teeth and he was bleeding. Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck. Then I saw it was not bad as I checked him out. He was not thrilled by the turn of events, and was apprehensive about letting me get closer, but I made it clear that I was going to have a look and he complied. His hard on started to deflate quickly (mine would too if I got a cut) and the bleeding stopped. I was freaked out. I felt horrible for hurting the dog and I decided I needed to really just stop what I was doing. The following Saturday, I jacked off before I came to work. For the previous encounters, I was deliberately saving up my sperm for a few days, really make these experiences charged, but I think it was getting me into trouble. I still wanted to play with Bryce, but I never wanted to hurt him again. We had fun again that afternoon, with me spinning him around with that beautiful dog cock in my hand, but this time I just let him fill my mouth with cum before I let him go. Again, he stood sideways for me, letting me see his object of my desire, proudly letting it hang below him and I stared at his size. Even without that beautiful cock hanging below him, he was a really handsome dog. The following Saturday I did not jack off, and that was a mistake. I still lusted badly for him, and he for me, for when I got into the bathroom that afternoon he was on me and I complied. I spun around and rested my head on the toilet seat and shoved my ass as far back as I could, and rolled my hips forward, trying to get my hole in the right spot. He hopped around back there, and I grabbed his now forming knot and gave the tip of his growing cock my hole, and pushed. His red beautifulness just slid right it, like they belonged together. He was as surprised as I was. I must of felt cool in there, dog temperature is greater that a person and he hesitated and tried to pull back, but I held him in place and he stopped resisting me after a moment. Then the most amazing sensations came over me. I could feel him grow inside of me. I had his knot on the outside of my hole, I so was not going to tie with a dog on the bathroom floor of the grooming shop, but if for a second I thought I could get a ways with it, I would have for certain. He was growing inside of my hole. He was filling me up. Then I felt his cum drip out past my quickly tightening hole and run down my balls. I place my face on that toilet seat, reached under while holding him inside my hole and jacked off. I came fast, and filled my hand with that creamy lust juice and then let him go. He pulled out and immediately went to cleaning up the mess he made of me, I laid there, presenting, and fed him the cum out of my hand. I laid there, spent. I took two deep breaths, realized that I had been fucked by a dog for the very first time, stood up, yanked on my shorts, washed up in the sink and went back to washing dogs like nothing had happened. I could not get my head around it. Amazing sex with a dog and I couldn't share it with anyone. A bit of Bryce's cum was slowly leaking out of my stretched hole. It went down the inside of my leg. I prayed it did not wet the back of my shorts for others to see. I dare not clean it. I wanted it to dry there. I never ever wanted to take a bath again. I knew what if felt like to be a virgin, and to get some action I really wanted, needed. I was his bitch. I never liked that phrase, maybe because I never understood it, but now I sure as hell knew what it meant. The next Saturday I wanted more. The driers started and I made my move. Pulling off my shorts even before I made it into the bathroom, just inside the changing area. He was on me and he wanted me, and I complied, on all fours, but this time I put my face on the floor. He licked my ass until it was good and wet and then jumped on my back, but it was awkward for me, face on the floor, trying to get him situated while his hips and feet bounced around uncontrollably. I got impatient and grabbed his knot and tried desperately to jam him in my ass. It didn't work, and he leaped back off me, and then I saw the extent of my desperation. Blood everywhere. Mine, his, I couldn't tell at first, and then I saw that I had cut him again with my nails, this time more severely, and the side of his beautifulness was bleeding. I was such an animal myself, I hurt the object of my lust. He was bleeding bad. How am I going to clean up this mess, get him to stop bleeding, and get out of there in a timely manor as to not draw attention to myself. Instinct kicked in, I needed to stay long enough to get him cleaned up and the bleeding stopped, so I stayed. I pulled out some dirty towels, gratefully they were there, and cleaned up the floor, and got him cleaned up enough that at least he was not bleeding, a lot. I could not leave him there. If I leave, and he drips even just one drop of blood before I get a chance to retrieve him for his bath, and someone else discovers the blood, my cover is blown, I am a deviant, out of a job, and possibly outed as a zoo to the folks I know. I have kept this part of my life secret to only a few allies. So I waited, and waited until his bleeding slowed and the panic in my heart subsided a bit. I cleaned up the floor, and then opened the half door and purposefully walked Bryce, and his hard on into the shop. The dryers were still blowing so I would not draw attention to myself from unexpected noises and I headed straight for the tubs and hoisted that 110 lb beast into the tub before I was spotted and Bryce knew what was happening. It his hard to miss a blazing red dog cock hanging below a big black dog. So, there I am, safe from any possibility of being outed by discover blood in the bathroom floor, but there is a giant schnauzer, with a magnificent hard on in the tub, and the only thing keeping others discovering it is my body blocking most of the view of him. My heart is pounding again, and the fantasy of playing with a dog in the tub and getting him hard was coming true, but damn, the risks were making my head spin. I grab the wash gun and spray down the dog with soapy water, and I hit it cock with it too. I had to wash that wound before he deflated and I lost it to it home in the sheath. I could not play with it though, I risked keeping him hard, or worse yet, getting his hips to pounding again is a sure fire way to draw attention to the situation. Fuck.. fuck fuck fuck. I was scarred. I cleaned his cock and rinsed it thoughtfully while still out of its sheath. I moved quickly, and the new environment for him to be sporting a hard on confused him enough that he did not resist what was happening. It was like he knew the risks too, and behaved himself while his raging hard on went away. I went to the task of bathing him. It was not task at all really. I cherish washing him, like I relish bathing the men I love. It was intimate. Here was the dog that I lusted after, took advantage of, hurt, and now I was in a position to right the wrong, and caress the one I love. He got a really thoughtful bath that day. The next Saturday, I changed my tune. I could no longer take the risks I was taking, I had to pull back, for both our sakes. I am the adult here, but I am still stunned by my risk taking for this seemingly unquenchable lust I have for this dog. I went into the bathroom, and all of the hurt from last week was forgiven, he was on me again, and I was able to get him to impale me again, and I hung onto that cock while it was inside of me, and when he filled me for a minute or two, I pulled him out, and spun him around and cleaned his cock for him with my own mouth after it had been up my ass. I realized that I had never tasted my own ass before, and there is something amazing about the taste your own ass of the end of a cum spraying dog cock. I sucked him clean, and let him just drip his cum all over the bathroom floor as I watched and played with him. A sweet knuckle head of a dog, ruled by his balls and getting off, willing to do it anywhere and at any time. Apparently, just like me. The job ended that week. Probably a good thing. The new bather, while nice, was a bit crass, and noticed that I like Bryce and he liked me. She started to tease me about my special relationship and that the two of us, "had a thing going on". We all chuckled, I said, "yeah, he's a knuckle head all right." But I am not sure who is more of the knuckle head, me of him. I will miss him, but I can honestly say I am an experienced, and one really really lucky zoo.