Becoming a bitch – Chapter 4

I spend the night at Greg’s home and on Saturday I am pleasured by Greg and his dog. No longer wondering if I will enjoy being a bitch I embrace it with vigour.

I spent Sunday trying to concentrate of cleaning house. I had to admit that I had become addicted to Randle. His huge cock had awakened desires in me I had not felt before. I started to think about things Greg had said. Being taken by Randle in the woods. Licking that beautiful bright red monster of a cock. Was I so far gone that I could actually consider one or both those ideas. I decided that if Greg challenged me I could do whatever he wanted.

Each night the next week I met up with Greg and walked with him and Randle. Randle kept looking at me and my pussy would hum. I deliberately didn’t do anything all week except think about him while I played with my clit. That little button was worked over time. Friday night Greg asked me to stay over but I had promised to attend a work party for the boss’s birthday. I had a bit too much wine and almost let the cat (or dog) out of the bag. It was too late when I got home to ring Greg so I just fingered myself until I fell asleep.

Saturday morning I rang Greg and arranged to go to his house at 10am. When I got there Randle was getting very boisterous. “Why don’t I grab a blanket and we take Randle for a walk” Greg said. I knew what he had in mind. I was both fearful and excited. “I am afraid we will be seen” I said. Greg laughed “I know a place that is very secluded. I have been there before with my ex”. I scowled “well she can do it so can I”. Greg smiled. The sort of smile that says “hee hee I knew I would get you”. I lead Randle and Greg carried the rug.

When we got to the wooded part he took the lead into the woods. We walked for maybe 10 minutes and suddenly come to a cleared section.