Further Adventures, Pt 2

Marcus sat in the chair by the kennel window and glanced at his watch. Plenty of time still. Time for Molly to complete her morning duties and be able to be out of the way before company arrived.

He'd given Rob's revelation a great deal of thought, and come to the conclusion that his parent's first visit should include Tricia as the only slave. He thought it best to meet Rob's father himself first before he made up his mind whether to reveal Molly to him or not. On a purely sexual side, the idea of Molly submitting to, and being used by her own father was very exhilarating. It would be the ultimate domination, and the ultimate submission.... strictly from a BDSM point of view. On the other hand, there was the lasting emotional and mental effects to consider. He didn't want to destroy the existing relationship Molly had with her Dad, even though they hadn't seen each other in quite a while. He had to know more about the man first. Molly's emotional health was more important to him than her submission.

He glanced through the window. Molly was crouched on the floor accepting King's onslaught. The dog fucked her relentlessly. King had become the dominant male of the pack of dogs since the day he was introduced to the kennel. When he took a bitch, he did so with a power that showed she was his to do with as he pleased. Whenever Tricia and Molly entered the kennels together, he always chose Molly as his bitch. Now, he'd been held back for a week, kept separate from the bitches, allowed to watch but not fuck them, until his need had became overpowering. It had produced exactly the effect Marcus had been looking for.

Molly had been instructed to crawl into the middle of the empty room, while all the other dogs were locked in the outdoor kennel, then King was let into the room with her. He knew she was there, he'd been able to see her, to watch her, and want her for a few minutes before being allowed to have her. He'd made a dash for the bitch the minute he'd entered the room, and in no time his already straining cock had been buried deep to the hilt in her cunt.

Though his need to fuck what was his was strong, King still seemed to go on forever, pounding his cock in and out of her with the power and speed of his breed. Marcus never tired of watching Molly mated with the dogs. Never tired of seeing her kneeling on all fours, taking their cocks, having her cunt plundered by the powerful animals, then waiting for their knots to subside before they could finally release her, only to be taken almost immediately by another who had been waiting at the side for his turn. At times, he would send Molly in to the dogs alone, having her service all six of them. It could take most of the day, but Marcus loved to watch this animalistic ritual.

His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. With a last look through the glass as his slave, he headed towards the door, wondering who it could be. When he opened it, he was greeted by a smiling man and woman standing on the doorstep, and before they even introduced themselves he had a sinking feeling that he knew exactly who they were.

Rob's father, who introduced himself as Dalton, was dressed in a suit, the woman at his side wore a tight, sexy dress. Marcus cleared his throat and glanced at his watch.

"I wasn't expecting you just yet." he said, offering them a polite smile.

"I know, sorry about that." Dalton smiled back. "We got into town earlier than expected, so I thought we might as well come by now. If it's not a good time, we can come back later." The man glanced into the room.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if Rob has Tricia ready for your visit, but... umm... I would never be rude to our guests. Come in, come in, I'll let Rob know you are here."

The couple entered the room and slowly looked around, while Marcus went to call Rob. He left them alone merely a few seconds, but when he returned, Dalton was standing at the window looking down into the kennel. Marcus swore under his breath and quickly joined him. Dammit, he thought to himself, with their surprise arrival, he had momentarily forgotten that Molly was still in the kennel with King. He glanced nervously her way, and found, to his relief, that she was still being pounded by the dog so that her head and face were completely obscured from view.

"Is that Tricia?" Dalton asked, his voice showing his interest in the scene before him. Claudette inched towards the window and Marcus was sure he heard a soft gasp, but whether it was one of shock or of interest he could not be sure.

"No, that is my own slave." Marcus told them. Just as he spoke, King began spewing his cum into Molly's cunt, and Dalton stood silently watching. When Rob came in the room and distracted him, Marcus quickly drew the drapes.

After the father and son greeted each other warmly, and Rob had gone to fetch Tricia, Dalton glanced back over his shoulder towards where the large windows were now covered.

"I must say, Marcus, that was a fine animal. You have only the one dog?" Dalton asked.

"We have six." Marcus said.

Dalton raised his brow and his smile broadened. "And two slaves? Nice! I'd like to see some more of that. Maybe the two slaves in there with the dogs?" He raised a hopeful brow, and Marcus could tell that Molly and King had impressed him.

"My slave won't be available I'm afraid." Marcus said, glancing at the doorway to see if Rob was back yet. "But you've come to spend time with your son and his slave anyway. Perhaps another time you can meet mine. Please, make yourselves comfortable."

Dalton sighed. "Perhaps." he nodded, then pointed to the couch for Claudette to sit, and seated himself beside her, his arm resting across the back of the couch and his hand absently stroking the woman's hair. "Can I be quite frank with you, Marcus?"

Marcus nodded, and he went on. "I was glad to hear Rob's news. I suppose it's a bit of a relief for me that I can now openly share the way I live with him.... and he with me. And I can't wait to see the sort of thing the two of you practice here. I'm quite sure I'll be impressed with this slave of his and how he treats her."

Marcus eyed the man. "Dalton, I won't pretend otherwise, what we practice is sometimes intense."

Dalton's eyes never wavered as he nodded. "Yes, I imagine it is. Perhaps more so than Claudette and I have ever explored, but... please don't hold anything back from us."

Marcus nodded just as Rob returned to the room, Tricia following behind. She moved quickly in front of the guests and dropped to her knees, spreading her legs and holding her hands behind her back, head lowered, eyes on the floor.

"This is it, Dad." Rob said cautiously. "This is my slave."