Suburban Bliss

Part VIII: Maki and Boris

Julie called Martha two days later - not too soon, he had instructed, let her wait a little - to thank her for a wonderful weekend. She had enjoyed every minute of it. Martha was happy to hear that. Perhaps Julie would like to come by again sometime soon? Julie hesitated a moment, then she said: “Well, you know what, I'd love to, but I'd rather do the opposite. You see, I've told my boyfriend, you know the guy I was telling you about. I've told him everything about our weekend. And he would like to invite you and Boris to come over for a weekend.”

There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line.

“You told him about you and me, and about you and Boris?”, Martha finally asked incredulously.

“Yes.”

“And he didn't mind?”

“No, he didn't. On the contrary, he seems fascinated. He said he would like to see this for himself.”

“Jezus!”, Martha replied.

Again she was silent for a moment. Then she said: “OK. And what do you think, are you fine with that?”

“Oh, absolutely! I would love the two of you to meet.”

They discussed this unexpected turn of events some more, and ultimately agreed Martha and Boris would make the trip two weeks later. Michael had listened in on their conversation with the second handset.

“Well done,” he said. “That promises to be a very special weekend. Fascinating indeed, my dear Julie!”

Martha and Boris were expected at about 3PM. He had arranged for Maki to be away that afternoon until after seven. Neither him nor Julie had said anything to Maki. He wanted Boris to be a surprise for her.

Right on time, Martha and her dog arrived noisily, the dog barking and the girls chatting excitedly. Boris behaved. He didn't push his snout at Julie's groin or show any other signs of arousal, Michael noticed. They had drinks in the garden and talked about all kinds of things, except the elephant - or rather the dog - in the room. After about an hour he said he'd like to talk to Martha in private.

“Can I trust Boris with Julie?”, he joked.

Martha laughed: “I think he'll behave. If not, Julie, just yell. Actually, maybe you should walk him. He's used to our open plot so at home we don't need to bother, but I wouldn't want him to mess in your beautiful garden.”

He poured Martha another drink and they made themselves comfortable in the living room, while Julie - a little apprehensive - went for a walk with Boris.

“You must have been a bit surprised when Julie confessed she had told me all about your adventures,” he said when they were alone.

“Well, I certainly didn't see that one coming,” Martha replied with a smile.

“Let me tell you about the nature of my relationship with Julie. It will explain why she informed me, and why we invited you.”

He told her all about him and Julie, and Maki. How they had ended up in a sado-masochistic love triangle which so far had been nothing but fantastic. How Julie had talked about her fantasy about Boris on the day they met. That he had known all along what was going to happen two weeks ago. And how he knew about Martha and Boris.

“So I thought I was playing Julie, while in fact you were playing me,” Martha stated with a hint of admiration in her voice.

“That's right,” he replied. “I had a pretty good idea what your plan was.”

He continued: “I invited you and Boris for several reasons. First I wanted to meet you in person. Julie's stories about you have fascinated me. Secondly I wanted to see you and Julie and Boris in action for myself. And finally, I want Boris to be a surprise for my other slavegirl Maki. She's scared of dogs. That's putting it mildly, actually, she's petrified of them. You'll meet Maki later tonight. In many ways she's perfection personified. I'm not kidding, she really is. That's great and I'm more than pleased with her, but sometimes I need her to be less than perfect. I have to find her weaknesses. Otherwise perfection becomes boring. I've found a few weaknesses already, but I think this could be the biggest one so far. We are going to take her completely out of her comfort zone tonight.”

“You want Boris to fuck Maki, who is scared of dogs,” Martha concluded.

“Exactly,” he said as he took a sip from his drink. He looked at her. She was wearing a summer dress that made her look quite slim for a girl this big. Yet the dress couldn't hide her huge tits which were contained in what had to be a very large push-up bra. Julie had been right, she was fleshy, not fat. Firm flesh, he imagined, and very beautiful in her own way. She was not so loud now either, he thought, a little timid even. 

She asked him lots of questions about what he did with Julie and Maki. How the relationship worked. She seemed intrigued with the bondage, the whips, the clamps, the humiliation. He wondered...

He decided to give it a shot: “Would you like to try?”

She hesitated. “You mean... I don't know. What would you do to me?”

“Any of the things I've just described to you.”

He looked into her green eyes with his own, steel blue ones. He knew he could have a hard, intimidating gaze. A gaze he could switch on and off. One moment his eyes could be warm and friendly, the next cold and hard. He sometimes used it in his job, when negotiations were tough. Martha couldn't hold his stare. She averted her eyes to the floor. Very softly she said: “I would like that.”

Julie hadn't returned from her walk with Boris yet. He took Martha to the bedroom, closed the door and made her go through the same routine as Julie and Maki on their first day: striptease, tie her arms and raise them, legs wide apart, whip her, get her on all fours, get the blowjob. When she bared her spectacular tits, his eyes went big. They were massive, even bigger that he had expected. Once he had her tied up, he spent quite some time playing with them, squeezing hard, pulling and twisting her nipples, weighing her breasts in his hands (how much do they weigh, he wondered), slapping them. These tits are begging, just begging for a whip, he thought to himself. When he got to that, he was elated. Watching the tip of the riding crop crash into the soft flesh of her enormous breasts, making them bounce up and down, was the most wonderful sight. Martha whimpered but otherwise bit her tongue. He could have continued all afternoon whipping her tits, but forced himself to stop after fifteen sharp, painful blows. Equally stunning was the view of her tits dangling between her elbows as she crawled toward him on her hands and knees. What a feast, he thought, as she opened her mouth and without the slightest effort took his 8 inch cock all the way down her throat.

“Tell me, how often can Boris perform?”, he asked her after she had cleaned his cum off her face and had come back to sit at his feet. “I mean, I want to see him fuck you and Julie, but if he's all spent after that he may not have the energy for Maki.”

“He's normally good for a few rounds. In the past however, when I was really horny, I've given him Viagra a couple of times to see what would happen.”

“And did it work?”

“You bet! He would fuck all night. Just didn't stop.” 

“You wouldn't have taken some of that stuff with you by any chance, would you?”

“As a matter of fact I would...”, she smiled triumphantly.

“Awesome!”, he said. “We'll give him some. Maki is in for a long night.”

After he had spent a few moments imagining what lay ahead for Maki, he had one last question. “When you and Boris arrived today, he didn't assault Julie as he had done all the other times. You know, go straight between her legs with his snout. Why not?”

“Oh, he doesn't normally do that, only when I give him a certain command,” Martha said dryly.

“Which you had given him when Julie visited the first time.”

She nodded. “Yep. I wondered what she would do. That was some kind of test, to see how she would react.”

“So if it was your idea all along to have Boris fuck Julie, why wait so long?”

“I had to find a moment when my parents wouldn't be home. That doesn't happen very often. Two weeks ago was the first time they're gone since Julie came over to the house with me last year.”

“Have you tried this with other girls?”

“No. Julie was the first and only one so far.”

Julie wasn't really surprised when he walked into the living room hand in hand with Martha. When she came back from the walk with Boris she had found the bedroom door closed. She had listened at the door for a moment and thought she heard familiar sounds. Martha gave Boris some food mixed with a little blue pill. Then it was time for the big Boris, Martha and Julie show, as he called it. The three of them didn't disappoint. Guided by Martha's commands, Boris licked the girl's cunts, had his cock sucked and fucked both of them. He'd never seen anything like it. It was deliciously perverted. Filthy and disgusting yet very exciting at the same time.

When Maki arrived, they were ready for her. The girls had cleaned up the mess they had made with Boris in the living room. They were having a drink and chatting as if nothing unusual was going on. Maki walked in breezily and unsuspecting, wearing the sexy short skirt and a little top he had told her to put on that morning. They introduced her to Martha.

“Oh, how nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you!”, Maki said as she gave a little wink to Julie. Martha just stood there and smiled, for once lost for words, taking in the amazing beauty of this half Asian girl.

After a few seconds Martha awoke from her daydream. She clicked her finger soflty. This was Boris' command. He emerged from behind the couch so sudden and fast it startled even Michael. Maki froze. Her expression changed instantly from happy and relaxed into pure fear and panick as this big, black and powerful creature barged toward her. Without any hesitation his snout went under her skirt and up to her crotch. The impact almost pushed her over. She screamed and nearly fell, but Michael was standing next to her and held her up with a hand behind her back. Instinctively she tried to close her legs and her hands moved down, wanting to protect her pussy, but the dog's big head was already in the way.

“Maki, this is Boris,” he said dryly. “Say hello to Boris.”

She didn't speak. Her vocal cords were blocked by the fear.

“Don't be rude, Maki,” he continued. “Boris is being nice to you.”

Still nothing. She was too frightened to move, let alone say anything. Meanwhile Boris was working hard to prise open her legs, pushing with his big head and powerful neck, panting furiously. Michael let go of her back, and she fell backwards on the couch. Falling down, she couldn't keep her legs closed and Boris immediately seized the moment. He pushed his wet nose against the thin fabric of her panty and started licking it. Maki tried to close her legs again but didn't manage.

Michael sat down next to her on the couch and said: “You're being very impolite to Boris, Maki. All he's trying to do is please you. The least you can do is acknowledge that. Open your legs, sweetheart.”

She looked at him completely startled, with big, frightened eyes. But she didn't move.

His voice went sharp: “Spread your legs. Now!”

Slowly she stopped trying to squeeze the dog's head away from her pussy and opened her legs. Boris was lapping away at her pussy now, still covered by the thin fabric of her panty. Michael reached for a pair of scissors on a side table and cut away her underwear. Martha had sat down on the floor beside Boris, softly whispering encouragements: “Good boy, Boris. Lick her beautiful pussy. It's all yours. She's a pretty little bitch, isn't she?”

Maki was still frozen with fear. She couldn't move. She had turned her head sideways and closed her eyes, perhaps in an attempt to pretend it wasn't happening. Michael wouldn't let her: “Open your eyes, Maki,” he said. “Look at how Boris is doing his best for you. Don't be ungrateful!”

He grabbed her hair and yanked up her head, forcing her to look down and watch Boris' head between her legs. Martha was opening her labia so his tongue could reach the more sensitive parts of her pussy. Michael watched as Boris' powerful tongue scraped her clit. At that moment Maki arched her back, and in a split second all her senses returned and went into overdrive. Fear, pain, pleasure and humiliation were battling for prominence. The dog's tongue had set her pussy on fire, but at the same time she started to cry uncontrollably. She had kept the fear inside and now it came out. Tears were running down her cheeks, making messy trails of black make-up.

They let Boris eat her pussy for a very long time. He was relentless, never stopping for one second, completely focussed on the task. Martha had trained him very well. Poor Maki went through a thousand emotions. The acute fear had slightly subsided, but she was still very scared. She didn't stop crying. Her humiliation was complete, especially because the dog gave her a handful of orgasms. A few times she tried to escape from the powerful grip of the dog between her legs and from Michael holding her by her hair, but she didn't stand a chance.

Finally the dog stopped, after a small sign from Martha. But Maki's predicament wasn't over. Indeed, it had only just begun. Still holding her hair, Michael dragged her to a footstool and laid her on her back, her head hanging down over the side. He had cut away the rest of her clothes as well, so she was completely naked now. Martha walked Boris around the footstool and made him stand with his front legs on either side of Maki's body on the stool, and with his hind legs on the floor behind her head. His big, red, dripping cock was right in front of Maki's upside down face.

Michael said: “I think Boris is trying to tell you something, Maki.”

She got the message. Reluctantly, she opened her mouth. Martha, still beside Boris, pushed him forward a little. She held Boris' cock in a firm grip at the base and manoeuvered it towards Maki's mouth. She stopped when the tip touched her lips, telling her to kiss it. Maki pouted her lips and they gently touched the slimy head of Boris' cock. She closed her eyes in disgust, but Michael noticed and told her to open them. “Good girl,” Martha whispered, “now lick it. Lick his glorious cock, little bitch.” Maki's tongue appeared and she began to lick the precum off the dog's shaft. “You see, Boris,” Martha added, “The little bitch likes you too. She's going to suck your beautiful big cock just now.” Michael watched Maki proudly; he had trained her well too.

Slowly Martha allowed Boris' cock to slide into the girls' mouth. “All the way in, sweety,” she whispered, “Boris likes a deepthroat as much as any other guy.” Maki gagged a few times. With his cock in her warm mouth, Boris got even more excited and started to make fucking movements with his hips. Martha held him back a few times, but then Michael indicated to let it go. Freed from Martha's grip, Boris began to fuck Maki's face with rapid movements. Lying on her back with her mouth wide open, the big black dog rammed his cock all the way into her throat. She was making choking sounds as his cock pushed past her uvula time and again. The chocking got worse when Boris came. Suddenly her mouth was full of slimy liquid. She desperately tried to swallow all of it as he kept squirting more and more into her throat. The knot at the base of his cock almost got stuck between her stretched jaws.

The blue pills did their work. Boris' cock remained rock hard, so they moved him around the footstool. They spread Maki's legs wide open and positioned Boris over the girl, his hind legs on the floor again and his front legs on either side of her breasts. Michael tied Maki's wrists together underneath the footstool so she wouldn't be able to escape. He put an extra cushion underneath her back, allowing Boris better access. With Martha's help, Boris pushed his big cock into Maki's tight pussy. Once in, he no longer needed any assistance. His cock stayed in and he fucked the girl remorselessly, hard and fast and deep. His big, black, menacing head was close to Maki's face, drool dripping on her forehead and cheeks. She tried to close her eyes again, but once more Michael wouldn't allow it. Tears were running down her pretty face again.

Martha was urging Boris on with ever more filthy language: “Fuck her, Boris. She's nothing but a whore. Your bitch. Do you want her? Fuck her little brains out. Stretch her tight cunt with your giant cock. She deserves it.”

They decided to scare the girl some more. At Michael's signal, Martha changed her tone and language somewhat. In a sharper voice than before, she said: “Rape the cunt, Boris. Rape the bitch. Rape her! Go on, rape!”

Boris bared his sharp teeth and growled, his head now very close to Maki's face. She was petrified, sobbing and crying “please please make it stop”, her face wet with tears. The dog fucked her even more furiously. When Martha told him once more to rape her, Boris opened his huge jaws, put them around Maki's neck and held her down. He didn't bite, but she could feel his sharp teeth in her neck. She very nearly passed out with fear. For a moment she thought the dog was going to kill her right there. In fact he easily could have. Then he let go of her and continued to fuck until he came inside her stretched pussy, spraying more warm liquid into her body.

It took Maki a long time to recover her senses. She cried and trembled, then was quiet for a while, then cried again. Finally Michael had enough. He slapped her face and told her to stop whining and put herself together. That helped. She calmed down and apologized to him. “I'm so sorry master, I didn't want to let you down. It won't happen again.”

“I certainly hope not, for your punishment would be unprecedented, I'm sure you realize that,” he retorted.

“Yes, master, I do.”

“Good, I'm glad to hear that. Because you and Boris are not done yet.”

She looked shocked but quickly refound her composure, willing herself not to let her master down again. She wondered what would be next.

She found out when Michael prepared the sleeping arrangements for the night. Martha had the honour to sleep in his bed. Julie would be on the floor next to them, her wrists tied to the steel ring over her head. Then he went to one of the guest rooms and came out with a matress, which he placed in the far corner of the master bedroom.

“This is where you and Boris will spend the night,” he said to Maki. “You'll be his bitch tonight. Literally. He thoroughly deserves it. And you too.”

He tied a collar around her neck. “So you won't forget,” he added.

Martha led Boris to the matress where he stretched comfortably, curiously looking around him to see what else was happening. Then Michael led Maki to him, pulling her along with his finger through the ring on her collar. He pulled her down on her hands and knees. She crawled onto the matress. She was naked, and there was no blanket.

Michael said: “If you want to keep warm, I suggest you cuddle up to Boris.”

She was still on her hands and knees, not knowing what to do next, looking up to him for guidance.

He added: “Also, Boris is still very horny. He's defenitely not done with you yet. So I want you to check every 2 hours, on the hour, starting at midnight, if he has an erection. If he does, you first suck him off and then you offer yourself and let him fuck you.”

She looked exceptionally miserable but tried very hard to keep a straight face. She curled up and lied down next to the dog.

He switched off the light and stepped into the bed, where Martha's large, warm body was awaiting him. He hugged her soft, firm, fleshy body. She smelled of body lotion. They started a whispered conversation. He didn't want to sleep yet. He wanted to witness Maki's first call, see what happens. He played with Martha's tits, gently stroking them, squeezing, sucking her nipples.

“Do you want to fuck?”, she whispered.

“Yes, but very quietly,” he wispered back.

Hardly making any sound they made love. They were lying on their sides like spoons. He made it difficult for her to keep quiet by pinching her nipples hard. But she managed. Only her breathing changed slightly, and she arched her back to allow his cock deeper inside her. He came without a sound, and then she did too. Everything got very sticky.

As they were relaxing after their fuck, he heard Maki stir. It was midnight. The room wasn't completely dark, so he could see in the shadows her hand reaching for Boris' cock. It must have been hard, for she turned around and started to suck it. She tried to make as little sound as possible, trying not to wake anybody up. Good girl, he thought, but pointless. As if anyone would be sleeping right now. He whispered in Martha's ear: “She giving him an blowjob.”

She smiled and nodded.

Boris kept his chemically enhanced boner until the next morning. Poor dog, he thought at some point, must be painful after a while. He heard Maki and Boris at 2 o' clock, at 4 and at 6, when in the early morning light he could see Boris riding Maki, who was struggling to stay on her elbows and knees under the weight of the heavy dog. After that, both Maki and Boris fell into an exhausted sleep and didn't wake up until after midday, still uncovered on the matress in the corner. They looked almost cute together, sleeping on their sides, Boris with one paw on Maki's hips. As always, Michael went through his Sunday morning routine as if nothing had happened. Martha took Maki's role when she and Julie gave him his four handed massage. She had strong hands; the massage was fantastic.

When they left after lunch, Martha promised to come visit again, with or without Boris. “Can I be your part-time slavegirl?”, she had asked him earlier.  She had admitted she was dominant with women, but submissive with men. “Well, some men,” she had added. “Men like you.”

“Of course you can,” he had replied, “you can come by anytime you like.”

Boris seemed to be sulking a bit when Martha pushed him into the pick-up truck. He had clearly had a great time. Maki was still a little scared of him, but she did pet him when they said goodbye and didn't back away when he sniffed her pussy for one last time. She took a long bath that afternoon.