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my knees. She hunkered down directly in front of me, and a casual tug upon the cock-chain of her pet brought him to his knees at her side. My vision was blurred, but I could see the morello cherry glisten of her lips and the swing and bob of his turgid length. She smelled expensive and wonderful. Slipping a hand between my parted thighs, she explored my pussy. Her nails were frighteningly long, but she was delicate, for which I was grateful as her fingers slithered over my swollen folds, paddling in the slick juiciness within. I was so wet that it was seeping down the insides of my legs. When she stroked my clit with one fingertip, a charge shot through me, and I couldn’t help whimpering.
    â€œYes, I think you’re right: your bitch is in heat.” Withdrawing her hand, Freda held it up, glistening with my wetness. Her nails were painted in red-and-black tiger stripes. Apex predator. “Luckily for her I have the solution here.”
    Victor sniffed her proffered fingers, then licked them slowly and lovingly. I could feel my thighs starting to shake.
    â€œWhat do you think, Rex?” she purred. We all looked at him. His answer was a great big piratical grin aimed straight at me. My heart crashed wildly. I turned to Dev for reassurance, cuddling up to his leg.
    â€œShe’s a bit nervous, I’m afraid.” He cupped my throat with one hand and fondled my tit with the other.

    â€œYoung bitches often are, at first.” Freda’s smirk was wicked. “She’ll learn to love it. Shall we?”
    â€œCome on, Princess.” Dev urged me to my feet and led me to the center of the room. There’s a broad bench there, padded in red leatherette: a seat sometimes, but often a stage for whatever club members choose to display in public. I heard the room grow quieter as I climbed upon it, onto hands and knees, and Dev coaxed my thighs a little apart and my head up like I was Best of Breed at Crufts Dog Show.
    Oh god. He’s going to do it to me in public. They can all see my pussy now.
    â€œMy dirty little bitch,” he murmured hoarsely, stooping to rub his face against mine. “Oh you dirty girl, you wonderful dirty girl.”
    I licked his lips.
    Dev held my leash loosely as Freda led her pet round to my head. Standing, his cock was on a level with my mouth. His pubic hair was shaved down to a tight stubble, and his genitals, in their harness and rings, looked magnificent.
    â€œLick him,” ordered Freda, tugging his cock on its chain and bringing him a step closer, right to my lips.
    I was aware of people gathering around us to watch.
    He had a truly beautiful cock, strong and straight and smooth, framed against thighs and a stomach like polished walnut. The glans-ring yanked it to full vertical, allowing me unrestricted access to the underside of the shaft and to his balls. That’s where I started licking him. My mouth wasn’t dry any more, but watering with hunger. He tasted good too—completely different from Dev, but just as yummy: masculine and musky with a hint of sandalwood soap. I could feel the heat surge through his shaft as I licked, filling it. He grunted in appreciation and pressed forward, rubbing his cock all over
my face, hefting his scrotum so I could lick that too. I wasn’t sucking tonight: dogs don’t suck. I was all tongue as I worked my way from that big pouch hanging below, right up to the tip of his glans where a clear teardrop of pre-cum awaited me.
    â€œStep back,” said Freda, as it burned on my pouting lips. Victor shifted out of my reach, and she unclipped the chain from his glans-ring. The angle of his thick shaft didn’t drop at all; he was at full and straining erection now. I heard a sigh of anticipation run through the circle around us. Dev ran his fingers down my spine. Reaching into the cleft of her awesome cleavage, Freda extracted a condom. She tore the wrapper open with her teeth, then skinned it onto her