Mutt Part 12
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Ethan turns the tables on the Purebreds...
Mutt Part 12
Wednesday finally arrived. I'd let Bryan go home early to get things ready. I'd already told Anna Mae that I was going to be spending the next three nights knocking up Bryan's wife. I'd abstained from any sex since I'd taken Bryan on Monday morning. My little balls should be charged up enough to do the the job.
I'd brought in two extra changes of clothes to leave at the office to wear on Thursday and Friday. I had brought along an overnight bag with some lounging shorts, slippers and a fancy silk robe. I'd left that on the floor of the passenger side of the Ferrari.
I left work at my regular time of five PM and punched Bryan's address into the GPS. It was a twenty minute drive into a very exclusive neighborhood. When I pulled up to his house I was impressed. It was nicer than my house but you'd expect that. He'd been with the company for fifteen years and had been a VP for the last eight years. Before I'd become President he had a much better salary than I had. The VP of Marketing was the highest paid VP, while the VP of IT was among the lowest paid. That plus the fact that he'd been making good money for 14 years longer than I'd been working on top of the fortune he'd made on insider trading let him live even beyond those lucrative means.
He seemed to really be excited about me knocking up his wife, and that could be sincerely felt. The chemical bonding that had taken place in the times I'd tied with him could more than scientifically explain that. But it could have an ulterior motive also. If he was raising my son I was less likely to turn him in or fire him for his insider trading.
But I didn't care much either way. It was an incredible ego booster to have a big alpha type dog invite you over for the express purpose of cuckolding them. I'd seen pictures of his wife. She wasn't as beautiful as Anna Mae, I mean she was in her early thirties. A cougar compared to me. But she was pretty hot in her own right. The good thing is with her being in heat it shouldn't take much to get her to go along with the program. All bitches in heat can think about is getting knocked up.
His property was fenced like a lot of rich people, myself included. His had six foot wrought iron fencing around it and a stone accent around the driveway. The gate was also wrought iron and an electronic mechanism slid it aside when activated.
I pulled up to the intercom and pressed the button. There was a camera so they could see who was at the gate. A deep voice came through the intercom. "Aahh Mr. Rhodes we've been expecting you. Please pull up to the front of the house." And with that the gate slid open.
I eased the Ferrari to the front of the house. It wasn't the easiest car to drive slow. I parked in the big circular driveway right in front of the house. His yard was beautifully landscaped. Not that mine wasn't but his landscaping was much more mature than mine, since my house was relatively new.
Waiting for me at the front of the house was a tall Irish Setter in an Armani suit. He was incredibly handsome, with features so regular he could have been a movie star. He was the most stunningly beautiful dog I'd ever seen. He moved with such elegance and grace as he walked over to my door and opened it.
As I got out and he closed the door behind me he said, "I'll get your bag." He said and I followed him around the car. He opened the door and bent over to get the bag off of the floor. Despite the suit pants he was wearing it was obvious that he had a sexy ass.
I walked beside him while he carried my bag into the house. The foyer area was a large vaulted room, with Italian marble tile. He helped me with my coat and tie, then hung them up in the closet.
"The Master and Mistress are out at the pool. They planned for me to serve dinner out there instead of having a formal dinner. They didn't feel that the occasion called for a formal dinner." He said with a wink. "Do you have appropriate clothing in your overnight bag or should I bring out one of the guest swimming suits?"
"I brought some clothes that would be suitable."
He led me to a changing room that led out to the pool, carrying my overnight bag with him. I was surprised as he started to undress me. I wasn't sure if Butlers usually helped guests change. But then it hit me. In my very limited experience with Butlers and their employers it seemed a common thread that Butlers are the confidants and often lovers of their employers. It seemed that they spent more time with their Butlers than they did with their wives.
I wondered what Bryan had told him about me. My guess is that he'd told him how hard I was able to make him cum. He was probably curious about what I was packing. He was probably going to be disappointed, I thought with a bit of a silent chuckle.
He removed my dress shirt and put it on a hanger. He then got on his knees in front of me to remove my pants. He was about 6' 5" tall and well put together so it only made sense, but it was also going to give him a bird's eye view of my package.
He removed my shoes and socks before loosening my belt and the button to my slacks. He removed them and I stepped out of them. That left just my silk boxers keeping him from getting a peek at my junk. I'm sure he was disappointed when he removed them and saw how little I was packing. Maybe he concluded I was a grower not a shower.
If he was disappointed he didn't say anything, he just reached into my bag and grabbed the pair of terrycloth shorts and a pair of flip flops, then helped me to put them on. Then he led me out to the pool area.
As soon as he saw me Bryan got up out of his chair and hurried over to greet me. He was wearing a black speedo with gold trim which left nothing to the imagination. What was surprising was he was starting to chub at the sight of me.
"I'm glad you could make it Mr. Rhodes!" He said before grabbing my paw and leading me over to his wife.
"Gretchen this is Mr. Rhodes, the new President of Fürstenberg Enterprises."
She reached a paw out and said, "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Rhodes." I could see there was a bit of disappointment. No matter how I was described I always seemed to be even less than what people expected. I'm sure she was wondering how someone of my stature and breeding had been able to dominate her husband.
"Please call me Ethan." I replied as I caught my first whiff of her heat. It was everything I could do to keep my teeth from chattering. No need to stand on formality when I was going to be fucking her tonight I thought chuckling to myself.
We went out to a little cabana near the pool and sat down. Bryan made sure that I sat between the two of them. It wasn't an exceptionally large couch so we were all touching but not squished up against each other.
At first I was a little shy but then I thought about how silly that was. Soon we were talking like old friends and I was subtly brushing up against her. I still wasn't comfortable enough yet to bed her but there was plenty of time to get there.
It hadn't really hit me before this but for some reason at that point it became real to me for the first time that I was going to be a father. I'd known it on a purely knowledge level, but this was the first time it hit me on a visceral level. This hot looking older Great Dane was going to let me fuck a pup into her.
I didn't get to dwell on it too long because the Butler came over to tell us dinner was ready. "Alright Finnegan, we'll be over in a second." Bryan called over.
There was a gazebo with a small round table under it. It was probably a table for two but there was actually plenty of room for three. We sat down and Finnegan brought out an ice bucket with a bottle of wine in it. I still didn't know good wine from Skid Row's finest ripple, but I was sure that whatever Bryan was serving was probably better than anything I had at the house. He poured us each a glass before bustling off to bring in the appetizers and salads.
Soon he was back pushing a cart with the aforementioned items. Of course the servings were Great Dane sized not Ethan sized. There was a bowl with a fancy Caesar salad and shrimp cocktail with colossal shrimp. The half dozen shrimp in the chilled bowl were almost a meal in and of itself for me, let alone the huge salad.
I toyed with the salad and nibbled on one of the shrimp. Gretchen gave me a quizzical look. "Is there something wrong with the food?"
"No it's really good. It's just at my size I get filled up pretty quickly. I want to save some room for the main course."
"Well you better eat plenty to build up your strength for this evening." Bryan said with a bawdy wink.
We made some small talk when Bryan commented. "Ethan here is a super genius. He's got an IQ of over 180. That's why it only took him a year to work his way up to President."
"It didn't hurt that I married the CEO's daughter." I said with some self-deprecation.
"I'd say that was a "genius" move in and of itself..." Gretchen said with a giggle.
I felt a foot paw work its way up my leg. I wasn't sure which of the two it was until Gretchen met my eyes with almost a feral hunger. I guess she looked at my intelligence as a form of dominance. And when all was said and done females falling for dominant males was just a way of obtaining superior genes for their offspring. Not that this was something they thought about in a rational way, it was something hardwired into their DNA. And superior intelligence was definitely a form of superiority.
Soon her foot had worked it's way up my leg to my crotch. She then slipped her toes up the leg of my terrycloth shorts and started to slide my sheath up and down my cock. I was semi-hard when she started but it didn't take long before I was fully erect.
I winked at her and said, "Don't worry, you'll be getting plenty of that over the next couple of days..." She didn't even begin to look embarrassed. I thought about it and it made sense. This was not the first time that her husband had brought someone home to to knock her up.
Just then Finnegan came out with the main course. The plates were covered when he placed them on the table. He placed them all down and then lifted the cover off of my plate. There was a large slab of prime rib, a full lobster, a loaded baked potato and broccoli with cheese sauce. There was enough food there to last me for a week.
He uncovered Bryan and Gretchen's dishes then left us to enjoy our meals. The two of them dug in eagerly, at there size it was the right quantity of food. I ate a little of each before I was completely filled up. The whole time during the meal Gretchen's foot never left my cock.
We continued to make small talk. Surprisingly most of the talk was Bryan talking me up to Gretchen. I had no idea where he'd come up with all the information on me. He'd obviously done extensive research on me, even to knowing how I was such a great debater in high school.
During the course of dinner we'd gone through a couple more bottles of expensive wine, although the two of them drank most of it. Being a lightweight when it came to drinking I wanted to make sure I was able to perform when the time came.
Finnegan brought out a Baked Alaska Flambe, and after putting it out served us each a large piece. It was delicious but I was only able to eat less than a quarter of it.
Finally Finnegan brought out a bottle of Cristal champagne in an ice bucket with three champagne flutes. He opened it and poured each of us a glass before heading unobtrusively back into the house.
Bryan held up his glass and proposed a toast. "To whatever comes of tonight..." He said and we all clinked our glasses together before we drank. The two of them downed their whole glass and I stopped after a few sips. I was going to be nearly sober when I knocked Gretchen up.
There was nothing left to do but to get the deed done. Gretchen excused herself to get herself ready. "I need to get freshened up a bit..." She said seductively then added. "Give me ten minutes before you head in."
Bryan and I made small talk for about ten minutes, but the anticipation was palpable. Bryan got up first and I followed him to their bedroom. It bordered on extravagant. There was a walnut sleigh bed in the center and a mirrored ceiling. All of the dressers were of matching walnut. The floor was a hardwood parquet of alternating honey oak and walnut. The bedding was lilac with deep purple pillows.
He didn't bother closing the door, there was no one home except the Butler, and he didn't seem to worry whether he watched or not. He turned to me and dropped to his knees in front of me. He undid the drawstring of my shorts and slid them down over my hips. He had to pull the front out since my little four inch boner was caught under it.
I stepped out of my flip flops and kicked them to the side. He didn't bother to get up . He used one hand to untie his speedo and slide it down his narrow hips while he guided my boner into his eager muzzle.
Gretchen was sitting on the edge of the bed in a white silk teddy. She had her legs splayed and was slowly running her finger up and down her slit. Her heat was already permeating the room. She was intently watching as her husband submissively sucked his Alpha's cock. You could tell that she was getting more and more interested in me the more I dominated her husband.
"Get up on the bed and get on your knees." I ordered and Bryan immediately complied.
I got behind him, pulling his tail up exposing his pucker. "Bryan's becoming my best little cock slut." I said to Gretchen with a wink.
"He's told me all about it..." She said with a chuckle as I began my humiliation of her husband.
I licked his asshole and he moaned as an accompaniment to my ministrations. We could both tell he wanted it really bad. I finally positioned myself behind him and lined my little dick up with his eager cock sleeve. It took no effort at all to penetrate him but when I bottomed out he cried out and let loose with a volley of precum when my cock punched hard into his prostate.
"See what I mean..." I said demeaningly.
"Wow he didn't even respond like that when Frank fucked him. Right here in this same bed..." She continued with a chuckle.
"I thought about bringing his personalized knee pads but I didn't figure he'd need them on the bed." We were talking right over him like he wasn't even there. But he didn't mind. He was too busy moaning and making a puddle of precum on top of their expensive lavender silk comforter.
The room was starting to remind me of the master cabin on the "Filthy Rich" during my honeymoon. It was eerily similar. Two Great Danes and one Mutt, the air a miasma of heat, dominance and submission pheromones and one of the males ready to knock up the wife of the other less dominant male. But on my honeymoon I'd been the cuckold, this time I was the "Bull".
Just the thought of it made me pick up the pace and I could feel Bryan starting to go over the edge. "Watch me make the subby little bitch cum without even touching himself." I said to Gretchen, who was now right up close watching me bring her husband to an orgasm like she'd never seen before.
His knot formed, his balls drew up tight to his body and he cried out, "Fuck Rhodes!!! You're fucking amazing!!!" Then he just grunted with each jet of cum that he shot onto the comforter. I held my cock in him, grinding it up against his spasming prostate while he came. Well at least for about thirty seconds while he rode out the intense part of his orgasm.
Then I pushed him forward off of my cock. He fell forward onto his stomach, right into the cum that was slowly starting to seep into the extremely tight weave of the silk. He lay there panting from the intense orgasm.
I'd completely lost interest in him now. I'd only fucked him to show his wife how much more dominant I was than him. Now my full attention was captured by her, or should I say the reek of her heat. She was almost old enough to be my mother, but still young enough to make pups. It was a bit of an old wives tale that older bitches produced more intense quantities of heat pheromones to entice them to be bred despite their ages, but Gretchen was hot enough that anyone in their right mind would want to bone her, in season or not.
Her tits weren't as big as Anna Mae's tits but even at her age they had very little sag to them. She was on her knees on the bed and I leaned over and pulled her teddy down off of her shoulders exposing her pert titties. Her areolas weren't huge but they were stiff and erect already. I moved forward on the bed, wrapped my arms around her and took her right areola into my muzzle. I sucked on it for a moment, getting it to stiffen even more then I nipped at it lightly.
She moaned out loud. I wasn't sure if she had an orgasm or not but it didn't matter. She was mine for the taking, as if she hadn't already been.
I moved to her left tit and while I worked it over I reached down and unsnapped the crotch of her teddy. The heat odor instantly overpowered the room. She obviously hadn't used any masking deodorant. It was so intense that without any other stimulation I shot out a huge, well at least for me, spurt of precum. I moved my paw to her twat and ran a finger up her slit, pausing a moment to circle around her clit. She moaned and I brought my finger up to my muzzle and sucked on it.
Immediately my teeth started to chatter. There was no doubt that she was in the most fertile portion of her heat. Bryan was still panting but he couldn't take his eyes off of what I was doing to his wife. His cock had only softened a little but now he was stiff as a board again and stroking his erection while his attention was riveted on what I was doing to Gretchen.
I'd already planned out what I would do. There were some drawbacks to me trying to breed a large bitch like Gretchen, especially one that had already popped out three pups... by much larger dogs...
First there was just the issue of was my little pecker big enough to get a good hold on her pussy so I could get a nice long tie to make sure I delivered plenty of sperm, and that it didn't immediately leak out before it could do it's damage.
Second, did such a small dog as myself have enough volume of prostatic fluid to neutralize the acidity of her reproductive tract and make it hospitable to my sperm as it tried to make the long swim to her egg.
And third was it would be difficult to give her an orgasm with my little cock. It worked great on dogs because it jammed directly into their prostate. But I doubted that it had any "magical" properties that would stimulate a bitch to have an orgasm. An orgasm causes a bitch to have contractions that cause her cervix to dip down into the males semen, helping to facilitate it making that sacred journey to start a new life.
And the answer to fixing all that was sitting on the bed with us. Bryan had an adequately sized cock, albeit small for a Great Dane of his size. He shot tons of precum and prostatic fluid that was completely devoid of sperm because of his vasectomy. He could provide everything I was lacking, while I provided the most important component. Sperm!
"Bryan come over here and sit on the edge of the bed." I told him.
He sat at the foot of the bed, his erection pointing to the mirrored ceiling. I took Gretchen by the paw and led her over to her husband. She looked at me questioningly, not quite sure what I had in mind. I had her back onto him and then I guided his cock into her. She started to ride him, slowly at first then more and more exuberantly, picking up speed and intensity.
I could have let him cum in her then screwed her myself but that would have only satisfied the part about flooding her reproductive tract with seminal fluid. So I put my paws right below her tits and pushed her and Bryan onto their backs. They never even broke rhythm in their fucking. For a moment I watched as Bryan's cock sawed in and out of her snatch. Then I crawled forward and started licking her clit.
My senses went into overload from being at ground zero of her heat pheromones. It doesn't make a difference how smart you are or how civilized you may think you are, when you get that big of a dose of heat pheromones your teeth begin to chatter uncontrollably. I mean whether you like it or not we're basically animals. Smart animals but animals nonetheless...
I crawled up between her legs, put her knees over my shoulders and guided my little cock into her. I could feel Bryan's cock sliding under mine as I eased myself into her fertile snatch. I couldn't help but feel a little pride that I was gonna be a daddy.
Soon we were fucking her with a good alternating rhythm. It was more than she was used to and it didn't take long for her to cum for the first time as we DPed her twat. She moaned out, "Fuck me pregnant Ethan!" As she went over the edge. I was planning on doing just that but I had a little more to go before I could give her what she wanted.
Like most Danes Bryan shot massive quantities of precum and would later produce copious volumes of prostatic fluids to help make a female Dane's reproductive tract more hospitable for his seed. But in this case he was making his wife's womb more accommodating to MY sperm. That thought in and of itself was a huge ego trip.
I could feel it pulsing out in gushing jets with the underside of my cock. I was pulsing also, but it was a drop in the bucket compared to the volume of Bryan's sterile juices. And that was the key word, Sterile...
Just the thought of that and feeling Bryan starting to knot up against my cock jump-started my own knot. We both started the short little one inch thrusts to jam our knots up as far as we could before they expanded to lock themselves in. Our balls were slapping up against each other, but mine would be the only ones delivering a payload.
We both cried out explosively, "Aaaarrrghhh!" As we came simultaneously. I could feel him ejaculate through my cock and I knew he could feel me do the same. I knew he was feeling my seed as it was racing through my cock and into his wife fertile womb.
"There! Can you feel my pup shooting into your wife!" I boasted.
"Yes Sir!" He replied.
Gretchen was too far into a massive orgasm to say anything. Her twat was convulsing around our cocks, her cervix dipping down into our pooled up ejaculates trying to coax as much sperm up into her womb as she could manage. Except mine was the only sperm there. Bryan was shooting blanks.
I collapsed on top of her, sandwiching her between Bryan and myself. Actually it was the perfect set up. Bryan who was much larger than either of us was on the bottom, Gretchen who was much larger than me was on top of him and my tiny little body was resting on top of her as I continued to pump my seed into her fertile womb. I could feel little tremors coursing through her body as she continued to have small "aftershocks" to her orgasm.
I looked down at Bryan who I realized had been watching me breed his wife in the mirror on the ceiling. He still couldn't take his eyes off of the image of me knocking up his wife.
Life was good when you're an Alpha...
I didn't go home that night. I fucked her twice more that night. I didn't even shower up that night or in the morning. I just got dressed in casual clothes, I'd left a suit at the office to change into when I got there. Everyone would know I'd bred Bryan's wife when we got to work.
Instead of taking two cars to work I rode in with Bryan. I'm sure I reeked of his wife's heat at the staff meeting. You could see the blush of embarrassment inside his ears even though you couldn't see it in his cheeks because of his black mask. And you could see the guys trying to hide their boners as they left the meeting. I'm sure that plenty of them locked their doors and jerked off to relieve the pressure.
I won't bore you with the what happened the next two nights other than they were pretty much repeats of the first night. By Friday night her heat was starting to wane. I was pretty sure that I'd knocked her up, but if not there was always next month...
I drove home Saturday morning. Well late Saturday morning, I'd stayed up late Friday night making sure her twat was awash with my sperm when I left. I made sure that Bryan cleaned me up really well before I left.
When I opened the gate to the driveway it rang a bell so Max was waiting at the curb to open my door and carry my bags in. He opened the door and said, " Welcome home Master..." As soon as he opened the door you could see his nose wrinkle as he picked up Gretchen's heat scent which had permeated the Ferrari. It only took a moment before his slacks were no longer "slack". The tent in them was leading the way to the house.
Anna Mae was back by the pool in a bikini drinking a mimosa and eating a brunch of eggs, bacon, sausage and waffles. She was able to eat tons without gaining weight because of all the swimming she did while I was at work. But it wouldn't be long before she would start showing with Vince's pups, so she seemed to be eating even more.
I'd had a small breakfast before I left Bryan's that morning but I was hungry again so I sat down across from her and Max brought me out some breakfast and a mimosa of my own. "Max bring out some food and a mimosa for yourself and join us." I suggested.
I didn't have to tell him twice. He hurried into the house, grabbed some grub and a drink and hurried out to sit down with us. They were both eager to hear about my exploits. I gave them all the gory details and they hung on my every word.
"That was brilliant to use Bryan's sterile fluid to help neutralize her acidic secretions..." Anna Mae said as she fingered herself.
"He really got off on being able to feel my seed pulse through my cock when I knocked her up..." I replied. I thought maybe I could use him again when it was my turn to knock up Anna Mae.
Max hadn't said anything but you could tell he was aroused by the huge spot of pre soaking his pants where the end of his dick was pressed firmly against them.
And even though I was a bit spent by my three days of cuckolding Bryan, I led them both up to our bedroom to act out some of the events of the last couple of days...