I was sitting idly on the end of my bed, staring into space, my mind blank. I’d come upstairs to get changed and ready for school but upon taking off my nightwear and seeing myself naked, my 36C tits and my big arse, I disappeared somewhere far far away.

I was quickly bought back to earth by two things in quick succession. Firstly, my mum, Sally, shouted to tell me my breakfast was done, and then my phone pinged. I picked it up, looked at the screen, and saw I had a message.

“Thirty minutes,” it read, the message from our landlord and my stepdad’s old boss, Mike.

I had a feeling I knew what he wanted after last week. I thought if Jim would be there again or if it would be just us. Sadly I had other things to do.

“Can’t, college,” I messaged back.

“Thirty fucking minutes or I visit your mum,” he sent back.

Sally shouted to me again. I walked downstairs and saw how happy she looked despite my cooked breakfast going cold as it had taken me so long to get downstairs. I couldn’t leave her for Mike, she was scared stiff last week, Mike insisting if she didn’t do him sexual favours, then I would have to instead.

“Be there soon,” I sent.

Sally asked who was so crucial I wasn’t eating, I lied and told her it was a school friend asking me about our current work. Twenty minutes later I picked up my bag and told her I was leaving for school. Knowing she would be gonna work herself soon, I ran up the street to Mike’s house.

“Come in,” he said after answering the door.

His eyes looked me up and down greedily, undressing me as I stood in his hallway. He took my arm and led me into his large living room.

“Clothes off,” he grunted.

I did as I was told, trying to wiggle suggestively as I slid down my jeans, hoping he was pleased that it revealed I wasn’t wearing knickers. He couldn’t have looked less bothered if he’d tried. He took my clothes and like last week, locked them in a cupboard. He turned to me and handed me a couple of hair bobbles.

“Didn’t know if you’d have some,” he scowled, “put your hair in bunches on either side.”

I did as I was told, wondering where this suggestion was leading. He got me down on all fours, moving my hair about. I peeked into a mirror, my long red hair hung down loosely over my ears.

“That’ll do. Put this on now,” he instructed, pulling me to my feet.

The item was nylon, white I wondered until I opened it and saw black and orange patches on it, the orange a similar colour to my hair. Unfolding it completely it was an all-over bodystocking. I pulled it on, it covered all of me up to my neck except for openings where my pussy and tits were. It felt nice against my skin, and my erect nipples showed how much I liked it.

“Now finish the look off with this,” Mike grinned.

He threw something at me, and instinctively I caught it. It was metal, with fur hanging off it, again the same colour as my hair. I held the metal and let the fur drop, revealing it to be a tail butt plug.

“Hurry up or I’ll force it in without lubing you up. It should be easy after having Jim’s cock in there last week,” he laughed.

He pushed me down onto a sofa, then lifted my legs high above my head, spreading them wide. I pushed my fingers through my wet folds, then slid fingers into my puckered arsehole, one at a time, stretching myself ready for the butt plug. Finally, I slid the plug along my pussy, twisting it to coat it in my juices, then slid it carefully into my arse.

Once inside Mike crudely pulled me forward onto the floor, making me stay on all fours. He moved me in front of a mirror and showed me what I looked like. The tail tickled along my pussy and inner thighs, my bunched hair hanging down like large furry ears. On all fours, I looked like a dog.

“Perfect little bitch,” Mike grunted, “time for walkies.”

Before I realised he put a collar around my neck and walked me around the room. Mike told me to have a good sniff around as a proper dog would. He led me around the room, me taking in odours I wouldn’t have noticed from a standing position. Getting by his leather sofa, I could smell a mustiness, and see a few small stains. As it was facing towards the TV I guessed it was where he sat, judging by the stains he’d been masturbating there too. I lifted a leg as if to pee. I quickly felt a short sharp slap across my buttocks.

“You don’t piss on the furniture you dirty bitch,” he cried out.

He moved me towards the door leading towards the back garden. He had a lead in his hand, fastened to the collar, and he pulled me along after him. He paused slightly to allow me to get down the step, then I ambled forward into the warm sun rays.

I made it out onto the grass when I heard voices from the side. Turning to look I saw five men sitting on chairs, one of them was Jim. All of them were about the same age, late fifties or early sixties, all of them not wearing tops, all of them wrinkled and leathery looking from excess time spent in the sun. Cheers flew from them, claps and whistles, showing their approval at how I looked.

“I really do need to pee,” I told Mike.

“Stop fucking talking, dogs don’t speak they fucking bark,” Mike shouted.

I yelped for real as his hand slapped my arse again. Mike undid the lead from the collar and pointed me towards a patch of dirt where there were no flowers.

“Piss over there, make sure your arse is facing my friends so they can see,” he instructed.

I did as I was told, crawling over towards the dirt patch, and hearing Mike’s footsteps behind me. I felt as the butt plug was tugged, pulling against my arsehole as Mike lifted the tail to move it out of the way. I looked over my shoulder to make sure I was positioned right, then started to piss. It trickled down my legs at first, mixing with where my pussy juices had been leaking, then sprayed out with more force. I was on all fours, dressed as a dog, pissing in front of a group of strangers outdoors, and it felt such a turn-on.

When I’d finished Mike slid a hand between my legs.

“The bitch is enjoying it,” he said, holding up his hand to show the guys his wet fingers.

He turned me around to face them all.

“Go find yourself a bone,” he laughed, pointing at his friends.

I started crawling over and noticed Jim had now removed his shorts, sitting and stroking his 8″ erection with one hand while filming with his phone in the other. The butt plug in my arse felt good, but I knew Jim’s cock would be better. I paused to slide a hand between my legs and got another sharp slap across the arse to tell me no.

The guys went quiet as I got closer, homing in on Jim I crawled between his legs, running my tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock. Jim groaned and his head fell back at my touch. I ran my tongue back down then up again, then slid down onto his cock, my tongue swirling around his shaft. His hands went to the back of my head and he pushed my head right down, making me engulf his cock and gag. This continued for a few minutes until he lifted my head and his cock fell from my mouth. Turning my head, I noticed all five of them were now naked, the others wanking while watching.

My head was grabbed from behind and I was forced onto the next cock along.

“Don’t forget to use the bowl,” I heard Mike shout out.

This cock was smaller and not as fat as Jim’s, but the owner took his lead in pushing me down onto his cock, my nose nestling into his pubes which smelt musty. He pushed me down a few times then fucked my mouth hard. It didn’t take long for me to feel his cock start to pulse and he withdrew from my mouth. I readied myself for the splashes across my face but felt none. Before I had the chance to look at what was going on, another cock took his place.

This carried on for a while, the guys swapping out now and again, me only knowing this from the size of the cock in my mouth changing. For all they kept swapping out, I’d had nobody cum down my throat, no splashes across my body or hair. I felt hands across my pussy now and again, but each time Mike shouted out to leave me alone. The tail between my legs was the only touching my pussy that was seemingly allowed, and I took to wiggling my hips to make it move.

“She’s got to be ready now, I want me some of that pussy,” one of the guys cried out to Mike.

There was a series of voices from the others agreeing with his wishes. I felt my head lifted away from the latest cock in my mouth, and the collar pulled to lead me towards a small spiral metal pole pushed into the grass, a metal food bowl close to it.

“You look like you need a drink, there you go,” Mike instructed.

I looked down into the bowl to see a white liquid, and my head was pushed towards it.

“Lick it all down,” Mike told me.

My head getting closer, I stuck out my tongue, tasting the liquid. Cogs turned, and everything fell into place. Now I knew why nobody seemed to have cum, it was all in the bowl, now what Mike had told them made sense. My head was pushed down further still, and I licked and drank down their combined donations. I felt the lead being fastened back onto the collar and it pulled a little tighter. I stopped to look up but couldn’t, the lead was wrapped around the metal pole keeping my head down. I felt the butt plug tense as the tail was lifted and tucked into the collar.

“Fill your boots now, fuck her from behind like all bitches get fucked, proper doggy style” Mike laughed.

I felt hands on my back and a cock pushed crudely into me, making me yelp. There was no finesse, the owner fucking me as quick as he could manage. His thrusts pushed my head into the bowl and along the grass, the bowl tipping over and the last remnants soaking into the grass and then onto my face as I was pushed into it. I felt hands on my wrists and looked up long enough to notice the lead had been wrapped around to stop me from moving them. I groaned loudly as I so wanted to touch my clit and bring on my own release.

“Make sure you cum right up her, dogs don’t pull out,” I heard Mike say, laughing as he did so.

Not long after he’d said it, the owner of the cock groaned loudly and pushed as deep into me as he could manage, his cock erupting and flooding my pussy. He stayed still as his cock pulsed inside me until he’d finally stopped cumming, pulling out slowly. I heard laughs and the sound of camera clicks as his load started to seep out and trickle down my legs.

Another cock forced into me, sliding in easily with the extra lubrication of the last ejaculate still in my pussy. Again I was fucked hard and quick, this time he gripped my buttocks tightly and pulled them apart as he did so. Getting close to cumming he put one hand down onto my thigh and lifted my leg off the floor, continuing to fuck me fast. Like the last one, he didn’t last too long but kept thrusting as he came, spurt after spurt shot deep inside me.

He’d barely withdrawn before the next guy took his place. His cock was about the same length as the other, but fatter than Jim’s. He was more methodical, making sure to virtually slide out before pushing his entire length back in, not as fast but making sure I felt his length sliding inside me each time. He slapped my arse, making my buttocks sting, and pulled and twisted the butt plug, making my arsehole contract around it, then pushed it back in just before it came out of me. I could feel my stomach churning, the familiarity of my orgasm brewing inside me, but all too soon he also erupted inside me, pushing my face down into the grass as he pushed me downwards.

There was a rush of cool air when he withdrew from me, and more camera clicks not just of his semen added to the others and now running down my nylon-clad legs, but also my pussy gaping open for the strangers’ enjoyment. another cock nudged at my well-used pussy, and as he plugged me I slumped forward, lying flat on my stomach, the heaviness of the guy pinning me down. I tried getting back onto all fours but it seemed to spur him on more, making it seem like I was pushing back onto him, urging him to fuck me harder.

He obliged, his hands on my shoulder blades, his knees between mine forcing them wide, fucking me like it was his first time. He pushed me along the grass with each thrust, my erect nipples enjoying the feel of the grass rubbing against them. My head was pushed through the wet patch where the spilt semen lay, my hair soaking on one side where my head was turned. The weight of him was starting to hurt my back, and it was a relief when he finally grunted loudly and collapsed onto me, his cock spurting and adding his seed to the others already deposited inside my pussy.

I felt the butt plug being pulled, a hand helping me back onto all fours. I heard voices but didn’t understand, my mind too far away to comprehend much. More camera clicks, more laughter. The nylon on my legs was sticky and clung to me, especially on my thighs and around my knees. I opened my eyes for the first time in a while, to see a pair of bare feet by my head.

Another cock pushed into me, this one I knew was Jim’s, it was longer than the others. I could tell from the angle of his cock he wasn’t kneeling like the others, he was crouching behind me, feet planted on either side of my knees, pushing my thighs closer together. Each thrust made me moan out loud, my now sore pussy gripping his cock tight as he used me. He fucked me for a while, hands gripping my shoulders as leverage. After a while he stopped, surely he hadn’t cum yet?

I got my answer as the butt plug was pulled crudely from my arse, making me yelp out loudly. I heard Mike laugh loudly, and then Jim withdrew from my pussy and pushed all of his eight inches deep into my willing arsehole. The butt plug having been impaled in me for a while now, I took him fairly comfortably, although he still made me cry out. This time there was no finesse, he fucked me hard and fast, giving my arse the same treatment my pussy had endured.

Each time I thought he was close, and I was also close to cumming, Jim would stop and swap over, alternating between my pussy and arse, fucking them both in equal measure. I could hear the guys egging him on, camera clicks going off constantly, I longed for one of them to shout for him to touch my clit.

Despite the intensity of his fucking, Jim lasted for as long as the others had combined. I heard his panting get louder, turning to grunts, then with an almighty scream, he unleashed deep into my anal passage, so much that I didn’t think he was going to stop. Spurt after spurt was flung deep inside me, his hands gripping my hips tightly to keep his cock as deep in me as possible.

Eventually, he pulled out, cool air rushing into my wide-open arsehole, and I felt hands on my head as he turned me and instructed me to lick his cock clean.

“I need to cum,” I sobbed.

Jim shoved his cock into my mouth as I finished speaking, his cock a weird concoction of tastes, with his sperm and my pussy and anal juices combined. I ran my tongue along his cock as I felt hands untying the lead and pushing me onto my back. Finally, my hands were free but sore, I heard Mike tell me to finish myself off. Despite the ache in my wrists, my hand wandered down to my swollen labia, my middle finger sliding along and over my clit. My back arched at my touch, and more so not long after when I finally bought on my orgasm.

I lay still, relaxing, eyes still closed, mouth still full of Jim’s cock as he had slid it into my mouth now, his erection back. I felt splashes across my forehead and into my hair, then grunts and more splashes across my chin and neck, and also across my swollen tits. I felt hands across my buttocks and then a couple of fingers slid into my arsehole. I flinched at the touch, then moaned as much as the cock in my mouth allowed when they moved to my clit.

I felt my body react and another orgasm rock through my body. Just as I came the hand tensed and I felt splashes across my clit and pussy, dripping down into my arsehole. My orgasm also tipped Jim over and he flooded my mouth, then pulled out and covered my face, wiping his cock through my hair to clean it this time.

I heard voices get further away from me as they all moved away, going back to the house. I lay still, eyes still closed, running through what had happened. I wasn’t sure how long it was until I opened my eyes, but looked around to find myself lying in the middle of the garden, still dressed like a dog. I looked up to the neighbour’s house and saw a curtain move where someone had been watching me.

Summoning up some energy I made my way slowly to the house, where Mike sat on the leather sofa, fully dressed, my clothes folded on the seat next to him.

“Fucking enjoy that did you?” he laughed.

“I suppose you’ll be needing me next week too?” I asked, smiling at him in response.