In England, if you do something frequently, all the time, excessively then you are said to be doing it, ‘Morning Noon and Night’, hence the name of this story.

 

*****

The Start

 

I remember the day my Mistress Clari came home to our country cottage and her words as she entered the back door. She had bought the cottage during COVID and changed her lifestyle so that she could work from home most of the time. After the pandemic subsided, she remained with that work pattern even after I moved in. There were infrequent occasions when she had to go to a meeting and even sometimes stay overnight. When that happened, we would Skype and I would perform for her with whatever ever toy she chose.

 

“I have a present for you...well actually, three presents” she said with a smile playing on her lips.

 

As instructed I was naked and to be perfectly honest, I preferred it that way. My pussy was freshly shaved that morning, as that was the way she had instructed it to be. My nipple chain was in place connecting the two small rings that pierced either nipple. I was so happy to see her but as I almost ran into the kitchen I came to a sudden halt as I saw who she had with her.

 

Sitting to her right was a yellow Labrador with the kindest face you have ever seen on a dog, its tongue out as it panted happily. Lying on the floor at her feet was a short-haired Black and Tan Alsatian, regarding me with intelligent eyes that shone brightly. Finally, to her right was a powerfully built Rottweiler, who looked at me with an expression that seemed to indicate he was debating eating me, and I don’t mean sexually. I felt eight pairs of eyes boring into me. I instantly knew all of them were thinking the same thing. The reason the thoughts were obvious with the dogs, was their cocks were already starting to show and drip pre-cum. Mistress always had this exact look in her eyes when she knew I was going to be fucked.

 

I clapped my hands with glee. We had played with dogs in the past when we had been able to get access to one. I had begged her for months to get one for us but I thought my pleas had fallen on deaf ears, yet here she was with three. I was speechless and could feel myself getting wet as my gaze went from one cock to the next.

 

She laughed loudly, “Seems my words were right based on your look and your enthusiasm the last time we played with a dog. Do you remember what I said my pet?”

 

I thought for a moment and then let out a small giggle as I repeated her words exactly, “You are such a slut Julie when it comes to dogs, I think you would fuck them morning, noon and night if you could.”

 

She smiled kindly, “Well they are actually called that… Morning, Noon and Night,” she said as she indicated the Labrador, Alsatian and Rottweiler in turn. “You may only fuck them when I am present and you must fuck them in order and at their due time....do you understand?”

 

I was trying to formulate words, but my jaw was on the floor as I drooled at the thought.

 

“What if you are not here mistress? Won’t they need ‘looking after’?” I said the last two words in a way that left no doubt as to what I had in mind by ‘looking after’ them meant.

 

She roared with laughter, “You are such a slut,” then continued in a tone that I knew immediately she had seen through my plan, “You will service them with your mouth.”

 

I pouted as she knew although I loved sucking her cock I wasn’t that keen on the taste of dog seed.

 

I could see that Mistress was excited at the thought as her nipples were poking against the material of her dress and her bulge was showing under her dress.

 

*****

 

Our First Meeting

 

I had met Mistress in a fetish club a few years before just as COVID had ended.

 

As we chatted she explained to me that she was different to other women I may have been with. I didn’t realise what she meant at the time but having just been released by my previous mistress I was looking for someone to belong to.

 

I was fast approaching 40 and was looking for something in my life, I just wasn’t sure what. We chatted for a while and I found she was nearly 50 and while she enjoyed the lifestyle, she rarely took subs full-time.

 

Eventually, I felt comfortable enough with her to take up her offer of moving to her hotel room. I rationalised my actions that the worse that could happen is a one-night stand where I could taste a different pussy.

 

She towered over me at over six feet in her heels. Her broad shoulders supported a pair of magnificent breasts and her dark hair was drawn into a ponytail. She looked at me before she issued a simple command that I felt both happy and compelled to obey.

 

“Strip.”

 

Her brown eyes shone with lust as I slowly removed my clothes to reveal my naked body. I am a natural blonde, not that you could tell from the colour of my pubic hair as that was covered completely shaved off. My breasts aren’t large but I was proud that even at 36c there was virtually no sag. I saw her eyes rest on my proud nipples, each of which was pierced with small silver rings.

 

“They need a connecting chain,” she muttered almost to herself.

 

When I was fully naked she ran an appreciative eye over my body, indicating I should turn around with the rotation of her finger. Stepping close she ran her fingernail down my spine to the crack of my ass before tapping me lightly between my shoulder blades. Knowing what she wanted I bent over and keeping my legs straight but slightly apart, I grabbed my ankles. She ran her fingertip along my pussy lips, teasing them until she slowly inserted it fully. I gripped her finger tightly, which drew a murmur of appreciation from her.

 

When she withdrew her finger I half guessed what was going to happen next. My thought was confirmed when I felt her press her finger against my anal opening. Relaxing I allowed her finger to enter, which she rotated before withdrawing it.

 

“A two-hole slut,” she said not unkindly.

 

I stood as she reached behind and dropped the dress to the floor standing before me naked apart from her shoes. My jaw dropped as I saw what looked like a snake hanging between her legs, twitching almost like it had a life of its own.

 

“You have a cock” I blurted out without thinking, “yet you have breasts.”

 

“I started to change but I was convinced by my doctor that I should not do away with this,” she emphasised the ‘this’ by making her cock twitch. “But he was just a two-hole slut, let’s see if you a three-hole one.”

 

Dropping to my knees I slurped on her cock making it hard like a steel rod. As I sucked, I was delighted that she held my head and started to push her cock into my throat, this was how I liked sex.

 

When she was satisfied that I would suck cock how she liked it sucked, she pulled me to my feet and bent me over. Complimenting me on how wet I was she pushed her fat cock inside me, the shaft going deeper and deeper. I understood in an instant why she had stopped partway through the change process, to have removed this cock from the world would have been an act of criminal lunacy.

 

Her strokes were deep and powerful, her strong arms holding me in position moving me from bed to couch to braced against the wall. When she pulled my hair back I orgasmed hard on her cock, thrashing around like a fish impaled on a spear. As my orgasm subsided, I couldn’t believe how hard she still was, her staying powers were like nothing I had ever experienced. Pushing my head down into the couch cushions with one hand she removed her cock from my pussy and placed it at my anal entrance.

 

Some ask if anal is OK, some beg or plead, others just take but she stated it like it was a fact of life, like the sun rising in the East every morning, “Now your ass.”

 

She pushed in, not with brutality, nor with haste or even with timidity but with a total inevitability. Her cock entered me and slowly pushed in, sinking deeper and deeper, not rushing but never stopping. When finally it was fully home, she said softly, “Good girl, well done my slut.”

 

I came and I came hard, I knew where I wanted to be, the only question was whether she wanted me.

 

The next morning as the sun was rising she made me a proposition. If I wanted it I could move into her cottage as her companion and housekeeper where I would cater and attend to her every need. I knew she wanted more than that so this was clearly a trial period.

 

When she had said 'cottage' what I had pictured was a small place, perhaps one or two bedrooms, maybe even thatched. Instead, it was a substantial two-story building with four very large bedrooms upstairs and a myriad of rooms downstairs. She stopped outside of one of the rooms and said, “This is my office, you will not enter here. You will only disturb me if it is an emergency.”

 

“Yes Mistress,” I responded.

 

“We may have visitors from time to time and you may be called upon to entertain them.”

 

I had little doubt what that meant, but being a borderline nymphomaniac, I was looking forward to it. “Yes Mistress,” I responded dutifully.

 

She smiled, “It is good that we are understanding each other already,” then she added, “you are to be naked at all times in the house.”

 

It wasn’t a request, it wasn’t a command, it was a simple statement of fact.

 

Life developed into a comfortable pattern which was only broken when we had a house guest or two. The guests would be male or female or sometimes both, and on the occasion of me being with her for a year, another stunning shemale like herself. One weekend a man arrived with a large doberman and my life changed.

 

*****

 

Damien

 

“Slut this is my friend… Mr Smith and this is Damien.”

 

I ignored the man who was watching me with amused eyes and stared at the Doberman who regarded me with a superior look. The look on his face told me that he had little doubt as to why he was here, and the look on Mistress’s face confirmed it.

 

We had discussed dog sex previously and watched videos together. She would laugh kindly as I would masturbate as we watched and when we fuck afterwards, she would remark how excited I was. Now our fantasy was about to become a reality, something that was making me very excited indeed. Damien must have picked up my scent as his eyes swivelled to pin me with his gaze as his cock started to show.

 

“Seems both are eager to get things started,” laughed Mr Smith.

 

“No need to delay then,” Mistress said with a grin.

 

She pressed a button on the go-pro that was on a small tripod pointing at the mat where the action was to take place. I knew the basics from videos and reading online so rolled onto all fours like the eager bitch I was.

 

The dog moved behind to inspect what he was about to fuck. When dogs inspect, they use their sense of smell and their sense of taste. I felt his cold wet nose press against my pussy and his breath as he snorted in my aroma. Happy he had located a bitch he used his tongue to taste. It was only a couple of licks but it was the first time I had experienced a dog doing it and it was out of this world.

 

“Oh my fucking god,” I exclaimed loudly dropping my shoulders and pushing my ass towards his snout.

 

“Be careful,” Mr Smith said, “if you stay like that there is a greater danger he will enter your ass and once he is in there is no stopping him… unless of course, that is what you want.”

 

Keeping my back level I heard Mistress laugh, “Perhaps next time I will have her breasts on the floor.”

 

Before I had time to consider the option Damien decided I was ready and lifting himself onto his hind legs began to jab. Unlike a human a dog has no way of accurately aiming, instead, it has to rely on the thrust and hope method, something Damien was employing with great enthusiasm. Just when I was sure it wasn’t going to happen it did…oh boy did it ever.

 

The first thrust surprised me with its power and the second pushed me forward so I was breasts on the rug. There was no danger of him going into my ass as he was driving in so hard and fast it felt like the greatest danger was that he would come out the top of my head. Never have I ever been so totally fucked as I was right then. I came over and over as he took possession of my very soul. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better he knotted me.

 

It was like being fisted but yet so much better. Instead of the bony protrusions of someone’s knuckles, this was soft yet unyielding as it swelled locking him to me. As he throbbed against my G-spot I felt the first pulse of his seed deep inside. He changed his position and his paw pinned my head down as he told the world he was breeding his bitch. As I looked into Mistress’s eyes I knew I had found what I truly wanted and started to cum over and over.

 

I remained in that position trying to catch my breath and regain my addled wits. I could see Damien sitting watching me, almost smirking at me as Mr Smith said to Mistress, “May I?”

 

“Be my guest,” she replied and I felt a sharp jab as he pushed his cock into my ass and fucked me until he came.

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