"Then tell John bye-bye and cum for me."
"Good bye, John," he said in a primitive, guttural voice as his rasping breath broke into breaks and shutters. He came in a violent shudder grinding himself into her leg. The mitts and forearms pulled the back of her leg into him.
Valerie looked down as he ate her fingers and pulled and hugged her leg tightly nearly pulling her off balance. He humped her shin with uncontrollable thrusts. His involuntary animal grunts breaking through his fractured breath. She had to admit to herself that the intensity of his orgasm scared her a little bit. What was it she had just unleashed on the world?
Frisky began to slow down as his sexual ecstasy subsided in an evenly distributed calming overtook his body.
Valerie took her right hand back and pushed Frisky back. She lifted her leg over the chain while saying, "That's a good boy. No more John. No. More. John."
His breath became normal again as she grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him around. He followed with no resistance turning his back to her like a zombie. Valerie pushed him forward while she shifted her weight on his shoulders to let herself to her knees.
Her right hand brushed across his buttocks down to the plastic phallus and aimed it into his ass hole. "John was a weird man. Nobody liked John, Frisky. You are lucky to be free of him. John hates this so we must make sure he's gone."
With that she thrust her hips forward. The dry plastic scraped across his flesh driving itself through his sphincter muscle.
It felt like a turd climbing back inside of his colon. The friction on his outer skin felt like it was going to rip through.
"Ah!" he cried with the shock of penetration.
"I know, pup, I know," she said, "That's John leaving you."
Frisky twisted a little trying to lessen the pain.
"Stay with me puppy," she said mounting over the top of him and covering him the best she could. She pushed in and out at a steady pace. "That horrible John has kept you from being happy your whole life. You promised me he would never come back and I won't let him."
Frisky was still tingling from his orgasm. Mrs. Hagan's breasts could be individually felt rubbing across his back. Each thrust by his owner was forcing out small strings of semen dripping and stringing to the floor, bringing back the feeling with each assault on his anus.
"John is gone, Frisky. Dead." she said with finality. "You can live your life as a dog forever. You'll be a dog until the day you die. You'll never have to worry about John and his silly manhood things again."
Post orgasm Frisky's mind ran in opposite directions leaving a vacuum of thoughts which absorbed Mrs. Hagan/s words. She sped up the pounding on his backside yelling, "Fuck John, Fuck John, Fuck John" with each thrust.
It was a cluster of memories that seemed to fade away into nothingness. They were made pointless. A life he wasn't sure he had even lived. Life as a man seemed so far away. Frisky embraced the empty space in his mind letting the stimulation of his rectum fall on a blind, def and dumb mind. He was Frisky. He was a dog. And Master does what they will with him.
The inner walls of his colon were suddenly as empty as his mind. The tingling of the penetrating object on his prostate subsided. Frisky remained still awaiting the next move of his owner behind him. She helped herself to her feet using his back as leverage. She began to unbuckle the strap-on.
"Manuel will be back soon. It's lunchtime," she said in an eerie shift of casualness. There was a somber silence that befell the room.
Frisky remained in place as Valerie removed the strap-on. She picked up Frisky's old shorts and wiped the dildo off before placing it in it's own bag and tossing it into the purple tote. Then she wiped down her leg realizing she was going to have to shower after this.
"Turn around, Frisky," she commanded as she knelt down once again and used the shorts to clean the storage shed's dirty floor. The bare, untreated wood absorbed much of the moisture from his semen and she had a hard time getting the shorts turned rag to get the final few strings of sperm.
Valerie would leave the shed doors wide open to air out the smell and hopefully dry this spot before Manuel makes his way back in here. Surely he'll smell it, and more than likely see it. But she would make for an entertaining lunch with the smoked ribs and keep Manuel busy for awhile.
With Frisky turned, still on all fours Valerie commanded him to sit up. Which he did obediently. It was then he noticed a tear roll down her cheek ultimately falling into the wet wood below. Refolding the shorts one more time to a clean side she raised her hand to clean Frisky's softening penis.
She jolted when her phone rang in her back pocket. Wiping her eye with her finger she looked at the caller I.D. "Oh," she said unexpectedly. With a sniffle and the use of the back of her hand she wiped her other eye clear of tears so she could see properly.
"Hello?" she said normally, even though she knew who was calling.
With her left hand she held the phone up to her ear, with her right she began to wipe Frisky's nether regions clean, or as best she could do with no water.
"I know, baby," she chuckled into the phone as if everything was alright. "Mommy is just out in the yard taking care of some things. Is your movie over?"
Valerie wiped and even absentmindedly dug into unexpected places around his balls as she listened on the phone. "Stella's cleaning the bathroom upstairs if you need something. I'll be in in just a few minutes, honey. It won't be much longer. You stay in bed and get better. I'll see you in a minute. Bye." Valerie stood and slipped her phone into her back pocket once more. Another sniffle and wipe with the back of her hand. She wadded up the ratty shorts hopefully getting all of the dirty stuff in the middle, placed it in her tote, picked it and the end of Frisky's leash up and pushed open the shed doors.
The early afternoon light blinded the both of them as Valerie led Frisky by the leash back up the path to the kennel.
