[F][bst] Skippy’s Master 2

Follow-up to “Skippy’s Master” by cowgirl. This one is by another author, but posted by cowgirl on her site (now long gone).

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I didn’t write this story…

…but It’s a cool sequel to my story ‘Skippy’s Master’,
(*sigh* my only doggie story). I think this sequel is
*really* good, maybe even be better than my Skippy
story, plus it’s spelled a whole lot better! (wink)

I can’t thank Howard enough for it!!!

Check it out:

:-)

Skippy 2
Howard Hightart

Tears of shame ran down my face as I felt Skippy pound
into me. But even though I felt humiliated I still
enjoyed the feel of my doggy lover next to me.
Feelings of joy and excasy mixed with self-disgust and
loathing as to what I was doing. With each pounding
of Skippy’s doggy cock I muttered my new position in
life over and over again.

“Skippy’s bitch”

“Skippy’s bitch”

“Skippy’s bitch”

Kneeling on all fours, pants and undies down around my
ankles with Skippy leaning across my back I thought
over the reality of what I as actually doing.

[F][bst] Skippy’s Master

* Skippy’s Master *
by cowgirl

(With thanks to Musker for many
helpful changes and comments)

A woman feels embarrassed and angry she can’t control
a large dog she’s supposed to be looking after.
(F/dog, humil, F/F?, con.)

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I didn’t regret agreeing to house sit my friend house. I mean, it was a
beautiful old farm house sheltered by lots of lazy oaks, and a forth an acker
back yard, just outside the city limits. Very peaceful and quiet, just what I
was looking for.

I just didn’t know it came with a dog.

As I stared at the thing, he looked more like a fucking moose that a dog to me.
” But….I know nothing about dogs.” Cathrine was some animal expert friend of
Beth’s who was showing me around the place.

” Milly, it’s no sweat.” She said.

“Actually it’s mildred, but go on please…” I smiled plasticly.

” Okay, Just fill his dry food each morning and give him caned food and fresh
water each evening. ” As she spoke, I felt guilty for taking in Cathrinen’s
athletic body and percing hazel eyes, but I did my best to pretended to be
listening.