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Part 2 of 3.
CW for part 2: Rough oral penetration, including descriptions of pain and severe lack of air. There are also themes around domination loss and references to canine vulva.
[section=story]After Ann and Helen had verified the call was live they, somewhat reluctantly, moved to the restrooms, and got in an open stall. Once inside Ann looked to Helen expectantly, hoping she had a better idea of what they were doing than she did. A message pinged on Ann’s phone, ‘I had her bring something, she knows how to use it ;) ’. Ann showed Helen the message and watched a blush rapidly spread over her as she fumbled around her coat, finally pulling out a surprisingly well hidden strap-on. It was certainly no slouch either, everything about it said well made, from the robust padded straps, to the almost foot long hunk of beautifully crafted silicone made in the image of a canine’s pride. Ann made a mental note to ask her where she found such a fantastic tool later, she could already imagine a fantastic way to get some revenge on her husband. Helen took the opportunity while Ann was admiring her soon-to-be-appendage to begin undressing, and begin tightening the straps in their relevant positions. Ann quickly moved to follow suit before Helen grabbed her arm. “Actually, he wanted you to stay dressed, at least at first.” Ann looked at her confused for a moment until she sat down and spread her legs a bit, allowing the large utterly dry silicone cock to bounce free. The intent was clear, first step was to lubricate. Ann sunk to her knees, the cold hostile tiles grinding against her as she handed the phone to the Lab above her. Helen adjusted to get a good angle, and Ann looked back and forth between the woman above her and the faux penis in front of her. She gulped lightly and stared it down as she gently eased the tip into her mouth. Luckily, being stored so close to Helen’s body had made the toy relatively warm, and its proximity to her fur had pleasantly imbued it with some of her scent. Ann poked her tongue out ahead of her lips as she slowly descended, flicking her eyes up to meet the dead gaze of the camera, before shifting to Helen, and back again. She… enjoyed the flavor and scent Helen had given her fake cock, a little heady, but with hints of whatever shampoo she must use. She studied the sensation of the silicone spreading her jaws as she took more and more of it into her maw, her saliva flowing free around her and along the sides of her meal. After the tapered tip poked the back of her throat she slowly rose back up, making a show of lathering her tongue along its underside. Then she began another slow descent, and another creeping ascent, as she fell into a slow and steady rhythm. Normally this was her go to method for oral, since the teasing speed made edging her husband that much easier. But she’d forgotten she wasn’t the one in charge. A soft buzz and Helen’s careful hand on the back of her head were all the warning she got before the member in her mouth became the member in her throat. She gagged and shot a shocked look up at Helen, as she pushed her head back against the quickly relenting force of her friend’s hand. She got the message though and gave a soft lick around the tip, indicating her submission and stopped resisting. Helen gave her a moment and mouthed ‘big breath!’ before plunging Ann back down. And just like that Ann was in a new rhythm, a much harder rhythm. Helen would let her up about halfway before plunging her back down, each time getting slowly, ever so slowly closer to the large knot at the base. Something about the thought of that knot, of Helen’s knot, going into her throat, after having so much of Helen’s scent and taste floating into her senses made Ann a little scared, but more than anything, excited. She could feel the first bits of her arousal starting to seep into her underwear, making her spade damp, and she was increasingly tempted to bring her fingers into the action before remembering what her role was. Helen would have to say the word, and it was looking a little difficult for Ann to ask. Another buzz and Helen glanced back at the phone, slowing the pace for a moment. Helen looked into Ann’s questioning eyes for a moment and smiled. “You’ve been a good little slut, but my knot is getting awfully cold, let’s see if you can warm it up.” Ann’s eyes went wide as she felt Helen’s hand force her to speed up, pushing the rubbery cock deep into her throat, dragging out the mucus within each time she was pulled back. Building, and building to the final moment, Helen finally grasped Ann’s head, almost painfully, and shoved as much as she dared. Ann felt her throat strain between the silicone and her collar. She could see and feel the toy crawl down her throat as she gagged and sputtered. Her eyes rolled up and the corners of her vision grew darker as her windpipe was blocked off by the invader. She could feel the knot, tantalizingly close, pushing, aching against the edges of her mouth. Her jaws stretching painfully. Her tongue recoiling, reflexively retreating to nowhere as the knot pinned it against her teeth. It felt like an eternity, and she was convinced either her throat would would knotted and claimed, or she was going to suffocate. Finally, mercifully, Helen relented, and pulled Ann’s thoroughly fucked throat and maw off her prosthetic dick. Ann took a second to fully regain her senses, as her vision unblurred and the ringing in her ears died down. She coughed and hacked all the while, as the fountain of tears in her eyes ran mascara down her cheeks. Helen gave her a minute to recover gently rubbing her shoulder. When Ann finally rasped out an assurance she was good, Helen stood up, and helped Ann to her feet before planting a light kiss on her forehead, and turning her to face the door out. Before Ann had a chance to contemplate if they were done though, she was bent over against the door, and felt her skirt get tossed up over her back. They were definitely not done yet.[/section]

Short 3 part series featuring an African wild dog (Ann) and a chocolate Labrador retriever (Helen). Each part contains a short story in a connected narrative with multiple references and descriptions of rough sex, BDSM themes, and cuckoldry. The primary focus is on Ann as she navigates new and old feelings of attraction toward a close friend, after a bet gone wrong with her husband. Each description contains relevant content warnings above the story section for readers sensitive to certain subjects.