Suburban Bliss

Part VII: Julie and Boris

“Master...”

She waited until he acknowledged her. Many tears had been shed before they got it right. He had punished both girls relentlessly whenever they made a mistake. By now they hardly ever got it wrong. They knew when he was master and when he was Michael. When he was Michael they would have conversations like any other couple, or in their case triple. When he was master they had to wait until he allowed them to speak. When he did, he often placed them on their knees at his feet. Sometimes he completely ignored them so they had to wait, or didn't give them permission to speak at all.  But he could hear in Julie's voice she had something important to say to him.

He pointed at the floor beside him and waited until she had knelt down. “Yes Julie, what is it.”

“Master, you remember when we met, I told you about my friend Martha and her dog Boris?”

“How could I forget?”

“You told me to let you know if Martha ever invited me to her parents place again.”

Julie paused.

“And...”

“And so she did. Invite me. She sent me an email this morning. Her parents are on some trip around the world for six weeks, and she's looking after their house. She asked if I would like to come over next weekend to keep her company.”

“OK. You haven't replied yet, have you?”

“No master, I had to tell you first.”

“Good girl,” he said.

He looked into her eyes. “Well, it looks like one of your dreams might come true. You can answer your friend that you would love to come over.”

After a few moments of contemplation he added: “How would you get there?”

Julie had done her research: “There's a train from here to a little town some fourty minutes away from their place. She could pick me up there. The morning train arrives just before noon.”

“Allright. Tell her you'll arrive with that train on Saturday and you'll leave again on Sunday after lunch.”

Julie looked happy, smiling her wonderfully bright smile.

“Tell me more about Martha,” he ordered.

She thought for a moment. “I think the best way to describe her is to say that everything about Martha is big and loud,” she said. “First of all she's really tall, I think she's actually 6ft. And she has big hips and big tits.”

“As big as yours?”

“God no, much bigger,” Julie replied. “Twice the size.”

She continued: “She's not fat though. More... fleshy I think would be the right word. Curvy. She has big red hair, and lots of freckles. And she has a big mouth, she doesn't take shit from anybody. At first she intimidated me, but later we became good friends. She can be loud in a raucous, fun way. Always ready to party. In fact, she was universally seen as the biggest party animal in town during our college years. She can drink copious amounts of booze; I've seen her drink many a guy under the table. She's slept with an endless number of guys, and quite a few girls as well. Party and sex animal. But most of all, she has a big heart. I don't know anyone as generous and loyal as her. If I would call her now and say I'm in some kind of trouble, she'd drop everything, jump in her car and come rushing over. I've seen her do that a couple of times.“

“Were you one of the girls she had sex with?”

“No. We kissed once though. It was a typical Martha action. We were at a party, it was pretty wild, everybody was quite drunk, there was loud music, people were dancing. I was dancing too, a bit by myself really, when Martha appeared out of nowhere, came up to me and started grinding against me to the rhythm of the song. Nothing unusual, she'd done that before. Then suddenly she kissed me on the mouth. Her tongue slipped between my lips, she held my head with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other. She's bigger and stronger than me, so there was no escape. We did a full, passionate french kiss right there on the dancefloor, with lots of people around us. I think it lasted 30 seconds or so. Then she let go, yelled “God you look hot tonight” and danced away through the crowd. That was it. I didn't see her again that night, and we never spoke about it either. It was just something that had happened at a party. You know, things happen at parties...”

He nodded. “Indeed, things happen at parties.”

He looked at Julie: “Hearing all this, I think she might have plans for you this weekend.”

Julie agreed. “You're probably right.”

She looked at her master. “What do you want me to do?”

He smiled: “You do whatever Martha has in store for you. If she has a weekend full of wild lesbian sex in mind, go for it.”

“OK. What do I say if she asks if there is a boyfriend?”

“The truth. But not the whole truth,” he smiled. “Tell Martha you've met a guy. He's young, tall and handsome. You're dating him. The sex is amazing. He's very... creative in bed. Let her fill in the blanks herself. If she wants to know how creative, tell her he's blindfolded and tied you up once, and you loved it. You think he's great but you're not sure where it's going. Don't give her more though. She doesn't need to know all about us. Not yet, at least.”

“And... what about Boris?”, Julie asked in a timid voice.

He looked into her eyes. “If Martha wants you to fuck Boris, you will fuck Boris. After all, that's what you dream was about, wasn't it? So no backing out. Let Martha take the initiative, but make clear that you'll play along with whatever she comes up with. No matter how crazy or perverted. Let's see if you were right about her and Boris.”

He added: “Now you can finally show me what a bitch you really are.”

“Yes master,” Julie responded, still with some uncertaintly in her voice.

He had an afterthought “One more thing, Julie. You can tell Maki everything about Martha, including all that may happen next weekend. But not a word about Boris.”

“Why not, master?”

“Well, if things happen the way I foresee, and you do end up fucking Boris, I may be inclined to invite Martha and Boris over to our place one day. I'm curious about this girl. And while we're at it, we may want to introduce Boris to Maki.”

“But Maki hates dogs, she's scared of them.”

“Exactly,” he smiled.

It took her a few seconds before she got it.

“Oh, that is so wicked,” she said slowly, “so wicked.”

She carried on after a short silence: “You're fabulous. This is why I love and adore you so much, Master. You think ahead. You're like a chess player, always several moves ahead of the others. I love it! God, that is devious!”

***

It was a beautiful Saturday morning, promising to be a hot day, when the three of them drove off. They dropped Julie off at a train station two stops before the dusty town where Martha would pick her up. Julie travelled the last 20 minute leg by train so Martha would think she had come by rail all the way. Meanwhile he and Maki drove to the final destination to observe Julie being picked up by Martha. He wanted to have a visual of this girl. They found a small coffee place with a few wobbly tables outside on the pavement right across the little train station. It served remarkably good coffee. He watched from behind his sunglasses as Martha arrived in an old pickup truck. You couldn't miss her, even if you tried. Julie had been right, everything about this girl was big and loud. But she was attractive too, with surprisingly fine facial features underneath all that red hair and the freckles, and beautiful green eyes. With big, determined steps she walked into the railway station. Ten minutes later she and Julie exited the building and drove off.

He and Maki drove further south, back to the coast, where he had booked a room in a lovely B&B right at the beach. They had a wonderful weekend together. Strolling along the sandy white beach they discovered a small restaurant, not much more than an oversized wooden shack with a covered terrace and some deckchairs in the sand. They spent a long and lazy afternoon and evening swimming, reading, tanning, dozing, talking, eating and drinking. They were having half a dozen conversations at the same time again. After half a day they declared it the most relaxed place in the world. The food was wonderful, as were the cocktails, the deckchairs were comfortable, the waiters and the guests perfectly at ease, no one was in a hurry. Real luxury is being barefoot in a place like this and not going anywhere, he said, and Maki agreed.  They strolled back to the B&B where they made tender, lazy, half drunk love.

The next morning they started slowly and had a late outdoor breakfast, both of them all mellow and happy and content. As they were driving back to the dusty little town to pick up Julie, Maki said: “Thank you for a wonderful weekend. I expected some kind of surprise, but nothing like this.”

“What did you expect?”, he asked.

“I don't know, something with whips and chains, I guess.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“No, no,” she hurried to say, then smiled. “Not at all. Just surprised.”

They picked up Julie from the same tiny railway station where they had dropped her and started the drive home.

“So Julie, tell us about your weekend with Martha,” he said as they left the little town behind them.

“Oh, I had a great weekend,” Julie smiled her big smile. “When we arrived at the house, Martha told me to put on my bikini, saying we were going to spend all weekend around the swimming pool. So I changed quickly into my small, white bikini and when I walked into their garden, full of flowers, beautifully secluded and with a nice, large pool, she had set a table for lunch. She had made a green salad and a pasta salad, with freshly made bread and, of course, Martha being Martha, a bottle of excellent, cold white wine. We swam, had our lunch during which we polished off the bottle of wine and had another swim. She went in for another bottle of wine and we made ourselves comfortable on a big, double loungebed. Then she took a bottle of coconut oil and told me to lie on my stomach.

“You need protection from the sun, sweety,” she said.

“She started doing my legs, slowly, sensually massaging the oil into my calves and my thighs. When she reached my ass, she rolled up my bikini Brazilian style so it was nothing more than a g-string. She spent a lot of time making sure my ass was properly oiled. Then she continued doing my back, slowly working her way up. She was straddled on top of me now, sitting on my ass. I don't know if it was my imagination but I think she was making very small grinding movements with her hips. She unclipped my top to do my back and my shoulders. When that was finished, she leaned over, gave me a little kiss on my cheek and told me to turn over. She threw my top aside so now I was topless. She started with my legs again and worked her way up, sitting on her knees between my legs. The higher up my thighs she came, the more time she spent massaging me. She pushed up the sides of my bikini bottom so she could oil the skin just on either side of my pussy. Then up again, rubbing the oil on my stomach. When she reached my tits, she couldn't contain herself anymore. As she massaged them, she mumbled something like “God, your tits are glorious.” Then she leaned forward and kissed me. It was a kiss like the one I told you about, the one at the party, only this one lasted much longer. She was lying on top of me now, and I did nothing to discourage her. She got up for a second to unclip her own bikini top, so I got a full view from below of her massive tits. She came down again to kiss me but I leaned forward to take her nipple in my mouth, her huge warm breast covering my face as I sucked her nipple until it was hard, massaging her other breast with my hand. She was groping my tits with both hands. Then she kissed me again, resting her body on mine so our breasts touched. After a while she went down, kissing and licking my oily body until she reached my pussy. She pulled down my bikini bottom, I lifted my hips to help her. She started to eat my pussy. I was really horny and wet by now, and it didn't take long before I had my first orgasm.

“She came up again and kissed my mouth with my own pussy juice still on her lips and tongue. “Your turn,” she whispered hoarsely. So I did the same, kissing and licking and gently biting my way down, past her big tits to her pussy. She had shaven her red pubic hair in the form of a little heart. Didn't Marilyn Monroe do that once?”

Michael smiled and nodded in acknowledgement.

Julie continued: ”She opened her legs wide, I found her clit and began to lick it. Soon after I pushed two fingers inside her pussy. She came almost immediately, but when I paused she said: “keep going!” So I pushed three fingers in, and then four. She had seemed quite tight at first but by now I was fucking her with part of my hand. I decided to see if I could take it one step further and added my thumb. With the help of the coconut oil I began to push my whole hand into her cunt. I was rubbing her clit with the thumb of my other hand, every now and then leaning forward to lick and suck it. She was going berzerk, jerking her head from side to side. I slid my hand in and out, each time a little further and then all of a sudden my hand slipped through and disappeared inside her cunt. Right to my wrist. I held still for a moment. She was panting, mumbling incomprehensibly, no doubt dirty language, waiting for me to continue. I stretched my fingers to feel the edges of her cunt. I could feel her ovaries, and for just a second touched them gently. Then I balled my hand into a fist and started to fistfuck her for real, my hand inside her and my wrist sliding in and out of her pussy. She went over the edge. I've never seen anyone have an orgasm as violent as this one. Her whole body was shaking and bucking, and she was almost literally tearing her hair out. It lasted at least a full minute, if not more.

“All we did for the rest of the afternoon was drink more wine, swim (although at some point I thought that wasn't such a good idea anymore, with all the wine we had), work on our tan and have sex. When she went to the kitchen to fetch the third bottle of wine, she came back saying she had a little surprise. She was all naked, and held her hands behind her back hiding whatever the surprise was. Then she showed one hand, holding a joint, and in the other she had the bottle of wine. “Just like the good old days,” she said. We used to smoke pot back in college. So we got a bit more drunk and a little stoned. We had more sex. At one point she was sitting on my face, her fleshy thighs smothering me, telling me to push my tongue inside her cunt. I couldn't move and could hardly breathe. But I liked it, and she knew. She was in charge, and she enjoyed that very, very much.

“Much later she went into the house again, and once more she came back with her hands behind her back saying she had a surprise. Not a little surprise but a big surprise this time, she said. She teased me a little, then showed what she was hiding: a big, black strap-on dildo. She made quite a show of strapping it on. It was a double dildo, one part to go inside her pussy while the other, larger dildo was in front of her. She held it in front of me and said: “Now here's something I've always wanted to say to someone.”

She waited a few seconds to add some drama. Then she said: “Suck my dick, bitch!”

She laughed her wild, crazy Martha laugh, but she was dead serious about her request. She pushed the dildo right in front of my face. I opened my mouth and licked it. I gave her a blowjob as if it were you, master. I think I really surprised her with my skills. The dildo was huge, but I managed to take it into my mouth all the way. It was way in the back of my throat, down my throat actually. She egged me on, saying things like “Yeah, suck that cock you filthy whore”, “take it down your throat, bitch”, and “look at you, you little deepthroating slut.” Then she turned me over on my hands and knees and fucked me, long and hard and mercilessly with that massive dildo.

“That evening she said to me that I had been number one on her Bucket sex list for quite some time. Apparently she had always wanted to fuck me but was never sure if I would let her. I guess during my college days I wouldn't have been ready for something like this, so maybe her timing was right. She said it was more than worth the wait.

“That was it basically,” Julie concluded. We slept in her bed last night, drunk and exhausted. This morning we took it easy. We were both a little hung over. No more sex. And now I'm here, happy but also very happy to be back with you guys,” she beamed.

They drove in silence for a while, all lost in their own thoughts. Then Julie asked: “So how was your weekend?”

“Why don't you tell her what we've been up to, Maki,” he said. Maki recounted their romantic weekend by the sea. When she was finished Julie said in a light voice. “I think I'm a little jealous. Sounds really great.”

“If you're a good girl, maybe I'll take you there as well sometime,” Michael said.

When they got home, Michael sent Maki to the kitchen to make dinner and took Julie to the bedroom. They parked themselves on the bed together.

“So tell me the rest of your adventure. Where was Boris?”, he said.

She continued her story. “When we arrived at the house I was prepared for him, but I didn't see or hear Boris for a long time. He just wasn't there. In the evening, after everything I told you in the car had happened, and after we'd had dinner, Martha disappeared for a little while. She had told me to just relax on the loungebed and I was happy to do so. It was still warm outside. I thought she was doing dishes or something. I was half asleep when she returned.

“Wake up sweety,” she said, “I have one last surprise for you.”

Before I could open my eyes I felt Boris' snout between my legs. He went straight for my pussy again, and since I was still naked there was nothing stopping him this time. He pushed so hard with his strong neck that he forced my legs open. Martha sat down next to me on the loungebed and said: ”Let him. I promise you won't regret it. Just lie back and enjoy. Spread your legs.”

I was lying on my back, resting on my elbows to see what was going on, but she pushed me gently back down with one hand while she said to Boris: “Lick her Boris, lick the little slut.”

I could feel the dog's tongue on my pussy, long and powerful and just a little bit sandpapery. He was licking my labia so forcefully he opened them with the strenght of his tongue. Martha helped him, reaching down and spreading my lips. He was licking the insides of my pussy now, my inner lips. Then Martha opened me up some more with her fingers and he got to my clit. It's hard to describe the feeling of a dog's tongue on my clit. It felt rough and a little painful, filthy but also incredibly hot. I exploded. It was sensational. As if fireworks went off in my head. I had like three orgasms in a row and begged Martha to stop him, but she just held me down and urged Boris on: “Keep licking the bitch, Boris, she deserves it.” Boris kept pushing his snout hard against my pussy. I couldn't get away from it, even if I had really wanted it. I was moaning and panting and coming non stop.

“Finally she made him stop. As I was catching my breath, she said: “I think Boris would like you to return the favour.” She pointed at his cock. It was hard and red and dripping with precum. I don't know how I came back to my senses so quickly, but I replied: “I'll do it if you do it first.”

She looked a little surprised, but then she just said “OK”, bent down with her head underneath the dog and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked it for about a minute before she came up again. “Your turn,” she said simply. She led the dog onto the loungebed. I turned myself so my head was under his body and now his big cock was suddenly right in front of my eyes. Martha was holding his cock with her hand to hold it still. I licked some of the precum off the tip. It tasted very salty. I went with my tongue from the tip to the base of his cock, all slippery red. I kissed Martha's hand which was holding his balls and the base of his cock. She just chuckled and said nothing. I went back with my lips to the tip and then let his cock slide into my mouth. It was really big for a dog but not enormous so I could easily take it all the way in. I slowly sucked him off. Boris clearly liked it. In spite of Martha holding him he was making fast fucking movements once in a while, trying to fuck my mouth.

“After a while Martha said: “Get on your hands and knees.” I forgot to ask her to do it first. She placed a little plastic sidetable under my stomach for stability, then guided the dog behind me.

She whispered: “I told you last time, Boris really likes you.”

Boris was ready to go. He mounted me, folded his front paws around my chest, crushing my tits, and started his fast fucking movements the way dogs do. His cock bounced against my legs and my ass. With a little help from Martha it slipped inside me. He immediately began to fuck me furiously. Dogs don't do slow starts I suppose. I felt his full weight upon me, he was very heavy. Without the side table I think I would have collapsed. He was panting fast in my ear, his mouth with these big jaws right behind my head, drooling in my neck.

Martha was encouraging him all the time, saying things like “fuck her Boris, fuck the bitch. She's your bitch Boris, take her.” I think she had trained him to respond to the words fuck and bitch, because every time she used those words he would pump even harder and faster than before.

I felt degraded and outrageously horny at the same time. It was the most humiliating thing I've ever done, but it also turned me on completely. Martha added to that feeling by using ever more degrading language. “Rape her, Boris,” she now said. “Rape the bitch.” He growled when she said that, very close to my ear, and for a moment I even felt his teeth in my neck as if he were really raping me. He fucked me even more aggressively. Finally I could feel him come inside me, spreading warm wetness inside my pussy. As he came, his cock swelled up at the base, making a knot. It stretched the opening of my pussy, hurting me very much. The knot was so big it made it impossible for his cock to be pulled out. He tried a few times, pulling me backwards with his big swollen cock, hurting me even more. Martha kept him in place though until the swelling was gone. It probably lasted a minute or so, but it seemed to take forever.

“After he pulled out Boris immediately disappeared. I collapsed on the bed. Martha lied down next to me and held me in her arms. She whispered in my ear: “I knew you wanted to do this. I could see it last time you were here. It turned you on, didn't it?  Boris senses these things. He knows if you're wet, even before you know it yourself. He's quite something, isn't he? He really fucks your brains out. Believe me, I know.”

“When I had recovered a little, I asked her what was the story with her and Boris. She told me that when she was a child, they had a similar dog she was very fond of. When it died, she was allowed to pick a new dog from a litter of puppies, and she chose Boris. Boris had always been her dog, they were inseparable. Living in the middle of absolutely nowhere, there were no boys when she grew up. The nearest neighbours live a mile and a half away, the nearest village is ten miles and the town where she picked me up from is 45 minutes by car. She was home schooled. Being an only child, it was pretty lonely, I guess. But her hormones didn't know all that, so she got more and more frustrated and horny and started looking for ways to satisfy her sexual needs. One day she was playing around with Boris in her room. She had just come from under the shower and was naked. She had been masturbating in the shower. Boris somehow noticed, pushed his snout between her legs and started to lick her. She felt really awkward first but she reclined on her bed and allowed it. The next day he did it again, and then she got the idea: if Boris is all there is, then Boris will have to do. So she took it from there, one step at the time, training him to be her fuckdog. Her parents never noticed because she was with Boris all the time anyway. Until she went to college, he was all she had.”

“Are you telling me she lost her virginity to Boris?”, he asked increduly.

“She didn't explicitly say so, but I think that's what happened,” she replied.

“Wow...” He let the thought linger. They were silent for a while. Then he asked Julie: “So how do you feel?”

“All right, I think. A bit confused. It was the most amazing experience. Disgusting in some ways, but also incredibly exciting. I'm glad you made me do this, make my most perverted fantasy come true.” She hugged him. “It makes me love and respect you even more. I'm very happy you are my master. I am proud to be your slavegirl. I hope I make you proud too.”

He petted her. “You've done very well. I am proud of you.”

She purred in his arms.

That evening he whipped her with a bullwhip, harder and longer than ever before.