the Dog walker and the students
written by:
Chris-t6290

"Okay, boy, time for your morning walk," Karen told Mr Ruffles, as she clipped the retractable lead onto her sister's dog.

Sarah had left her young 23-year-old blonde blue-eyed sister to house-sit, while she and her husband, Alex, were away on their summer holiday. True, they could have put their pet in a kennel for the week, however, the house would have been otherwise empty to the possibility of burglary.

Since it was summer, and California, Karen had put on a short cream skirt and a turquoise sleeveless top, along with light underwear and a pair of cork-heel sandals. With breakfast over, she had put the used items in the sink until after Mr Ruffles had done his ‘business'.

"Come on, boy," she encouraged him, having opened the door for the mutt. Although Karen had never had a dog when she was young - her parents instead buying her a hamster, then a rabbit and finally a cat - she was quite enjoying Mr Ruffles's company.

"There's a good boy," she regaled, as he cocked his leg against a tree. Off in the distance, however, a group of three youths had noticed Karen, more to the point, what little she was wearing in particular that, her nipples stood proud against her close fitting top.

"What about her," intimated Dave, addressing Russell who was carrying a video camera. Having nodded his interest, the trio of men, Mike being the third, crossed to the sidewalk opposite.

"Hello there, fellow," intoned Mike, as he bent down to make a fuss of the Terrier. "Where have you been hiding," he continued, as Russ carried on filming.

"He's my sister's dog. She's, you know, away for a while," Karen informed them, not wanting to let on that Alex and she were in fact on holiday.

"So, what's with the camera, guy's," Karen enquired of them, as Dave gave Mr Ruffles's coat a series of long strokes.

"The camera," Russell iterated, stuck for a reply - this being the first instance that the trio had summoned up the front to try what they had in mind.

"We're film students for a local college," Mike informed Karen, quickly.

"That's right," intoned Russell, agreeably.

"It's our first time with a video-camera," Mike continued, before asking Karen if she wouldn't mind playing in a scene with them, while Russell filmed it.

From Russell's reaction, Karen had some inkling as to what they had in mind; besides which, house-sitting for her sister the last several days, and with only Mr Ruffles for company, and his owner's porno collection of any interest - film wise - Karen was more than her usual horny self.

"Okay, so long as you don't mind me bringing my sister's dog along," she told them, adding a coy smile.

"Sure, no problem, there's a yard out the back he can play in," Dave rejoined, immediately seizing the opportunity to have an actual subject for their first filming and a quite attractive and willing one at that.

Having escorted Karen and Mr Ruffles to their nearby van - the dog causing them to stop while he did his main business - they were all soon comfortable inside, and on the way to Russell's parents' home; they also being away on holiday.

"What's the part, guy's, you do have a script?" Karen enquired, presently.

"What!" exclaimed Russell, as he slowed down not far from his house.

"We decided to try something different," Dave assured her, as if that was necessary.

"Yeah," began Mike, who appeared to be the more calmer of the three students. "Not so much a script, but more of a plot. That way we each respond to what the other says as if in real life," he concluded, intimating that, what people say in their day to day life isn't scripted.

"It certainly sounds different, I'll give you that," Karen crooned, with interest. ‘So long as it's not the usual fare that's served up in clichéd porn,' she thought, before following Dave and Mike out of the van, while Russell locked his side.

Still filming, denoted by the red record button on the front, Russell walked behind Karen as she followed her would be co-stars along the crazy paved pathway to the red front door, which had a half circle frosted pane of glass near the top.

"Let me," exclaimed Russell, who immediately stopped his camerawork and soon had the door unlocked.

With Karen comfortable on a black leather sofa, Mr Ruffles sat in her lap and Dave to her right, Mike enquired if she would like a drink.

"Okay, something soft for me, and a bowl of water for Mr Ruffles," she intoned, and then set him down and gave Mike his lead.

"I'll have the same," Dave and then Russell rejoined, even though it was the latter's parents abode.

"Come on, boy," Mike urged the terrier, and led him into the kitchen and out into the back yard. There, he gave him enough play on the lead, and then tied the end to a sturdy washing line post, before getting the pooch a bowl of water and four cans of Cola from Russell's fridge.

"Thank-you," said Karen, exuding another one of her coy smiles as she took the proffered can of drink from Mike.

"Cheers, mate," his friends thanked him, before the hiss of the rings being pulled followed that of Karen's.

"She's too young to be a ‘MILF'," remarked Russell, feeling less nervous than earlier in his home surroundings.

"What's a Milf, guys?" enquired Karen, who, although enjoying quite a free and varied sex life, was nevertheless naive to its implication.

"She doesn't know," exclaimed Mike.

"Know what, guys," Karen intoned, her voice clearly demonstrating a degree of surprise, irrespective of the circumstance she was in.

"Shall we tell her," Russell intoned, who had momentarily stopped filming while they considered the issue.

"If you want me to still take part in your film..." teased Karen, before taking a final swig of the cool drink from the can, which she then handed to Mike who then put it on the occasional table next to Russell's half empty one.

"Well, Karen, and you sure you want to..." Dave said; and having she nodded, he continued: "Each letter symbolises a word."

"Mother's I Like," Mike quickly informed the young woman.

"You're right, I'm not a mother...far from it," she asserted. Noticing their combined silence at the ‘F', Karen exclaimed: "And I take it you'd like to ‘Fuck' me, that is what the ‘F' stands for, right."

"Okay, then, let's see your equipment," she intoned, licking her lips in anticipation of what Mike and Dave had to offer, and all while Russell filmed it.

"You don't mind, being filmed that is," Mike conferred of her, before sliding down his zip and taking out his almost hard cock for Karen's approval.

"God no. My folks don't watch that sort of thing while my sister might get a kick out of it," Karen rejoined gleefully, as she awaited the presence of Dave's starring role.

"We hadn't intended it for commercial release," Dave informed her, as he produced his sturdy member.

"For one thing," Russell averred, "you're our first subject."

"You're not joining us, then," Karen appealed to the cameraman and director, as she stroked the fine specimens in each of her hands.

"I think she means a POV," Mike trilled.

"God no, I find them to be quite boring," Karen promptly responded to his suggestion.

"What then," exclaimed Russell, lost for what Karen had in mind.

"Wouldn't you like me to suck your cock while you had one of your friends film it," Karen suggested explicitly.

"What about it, Russell, you said the camera was easy to operate," Mike averred.

"Okay, then, sure, why not," he smiled, his mind immediately envisaging getting his cock sucked by the blonde blue-eyed slut before him, and all while Mike or Dave filmed it.

"What's my character, guys, or was what you said earlier a means of getting inside my panties, which, by the way, are quite moist," Karen informed them, before releasing the pair's warm rigid pricks.

"Would it delight you to know that I take it up the ass, also," Karen purred, as she extended her hands towards that of Russell's jeans; whereupon, and having stroked his noticeably hard bulge, she undid his broad belt buckle, then that of the metal stud button and finally the zip, which exuded the same rasp as the others had.

"That is big, my tight ass and horny pussy will enjoy getting that inside them," she crooned, before licking around the turgid domed crown of his long thick cock.

Handing the camera to Dave, Karen stopped what she was doing until he had quickly acquainted himself with the basic controls; record, pause, stop.

"Action, then," he exclaimed, prompting Karen to continue and in doing so, sucking Russell's bulbous cockhead - her left hand reaching for where she had left Dave's erection, which she once more had in her casual grasp.

"Fuck, yes, suck my cock, you lovely slut," intoned Russell, a term of phrase that Karen was happy to accept as she slid her lips back and forth along his thick cock meat. A short while later she released his saliva slick cock and turned her attention to that of Dave's.

"Would you be okay to let him fuck your mouth with it," intimated Russell, having taken back the camera - his cock suspended over and between the fly of his jeans.

Still sat on the couch and not saying a word, Karen, with Dave's cockhead poised on her tongue, submissively dropped her right hand and rested it on the leather sofa while with her left she beckoned Mike, at her left side, closer, enough that she was able to once more stroke his rigid dick, and all while Dave fucked her slutty mouth.

"Hurmngh," Karen vociferated, bobbing her head forwards as Dave swung his hips and cock at her to get every inch of his moderate length inside her mouth. Compared with that of Russell's python like trouser snake, Dave's was about 8 inches while the one she was fondly stroking looked to be in between them - about 9 inches. All the same, they were more than acceptable to the horny Karen.

"You want the same," she said, turning her attention to Mike, the saliva from having had her face fucked dripping from her lower lip, which broke off and landed on her cotton top.

"Let's have your top off first. I take it your holding those up with a bra," intoned Russell, of her shapely tits, which jutted out and up. And shortly thereafter, both items of clothing were on the carpeted floor.

"You like long cock, then," surmised Mike, what with Karen's eagerness. ‘Hurm,' she murmured, as, and with both hands behind her, she took a second mouth fucking, even managing to manoeuvre herself so that his cockhead fucked in and out of her oesophagus.

"God, I'm down the lovely slut's throat," regaled Mike, who had since instinctively moved his hands to Karen's nape so as to encourage her to swallow every inch of his long erection.

"Puh!" she exclaimed, when he finally released her, saliva now dripping in strands from Mike's cockhead to that of Karen's lip and then breaking off to once more drip down, this time onto her naked breasts.

"You get all that, Russell," Mike jollied.

"Yeah, oh yeah, fuck yeah!" he smiled, at the trios performance.

"Okay, Russell," Karen exclaimed, letting him know she wanted his cock also. And as he handed the camera to Dave, she stood up and then directed him to lay down on the sofa. Having he done so, Karen removed her skirt, thereby making herself available to Mike's attention, if he felt the inclination; he didn't. He wanted to see what he suspected Karen had in mind for their director as he was sprawled on the leather upholstery.

Going to position himself, and with it the camera, up by Russell's head, Karen, her hand grasping the hilt of his cock as best that she could, directed a glare at Dave, prompting him to move from his, otherwise, POV position. ‘That's it,' Karen smiled at him, and then dribbled some saliva onto the long thick cock below her before doing likewise to her tit cleavage, which she soon had Russell's warm fleshy shaft nestled between.

"Wow! I thought you were going to suck down on him," remarked Mike, who, in the absence of Karen's attention, was half consciously stroking his own dick at the spectacle.

"I'll be doing that also," she rejoined, before taking the bulbous cockhead between her lips as it emerged from the swell of her vibrant boobs.

"Oh fuck, lady, you do that so well," regaled Russell, as she motioned his dick up and down, in and out, building up the pressure inside his balls, urging him to cum.

"You want to shoot your hot cum on my slutty face, big boy," Karen intimated, before taking a final few gulps, ones that caused Russell's nuts to swell even more, and followed by a gush of spunk, which propelled up his long shaft.

The first surge splashed on her nose and upper lip, some of it landing in her blonde hair as well as she drew herself up from his pulsating pumping erection.

"Way to go," cheered Dave, as he captured the proverbial ‘money shot', followed by that of Karen directing the second stream square on her lips and mouth and the final load of Russell's creamy spunk over her tits.

Still filming, Dave followed her as she raised herself up and then licked Russell's essence from her upturned breasts.

"You're one hell of a spunky, excuse the pun, woman, Karen," Russell sighed, breathily.

"Just so long as you don't all expect that," Karen told them. And having pulled the strip of her panties away from her curple, she gestured: "Who wants to fuck my horny cunt first."

"She talks dirty, too," enthused Russell, now sat up, as he took back the camera.

"I talk dirty normally, guys," Karen informed them, as Mike moved to do the honours.

"God, you are wet," he pronounced, having his long cock slipped into Karen's juicy pussy with consummate ease.

"Fuck me, come on, fuck me with your long cock," she urged and panted; Mike's groin soon slapping against Karen's naked buttocks, her left knee on the sofa's edge while her hands braced against the backrest to take the full force of Mike's lunges.

"You want to suck Dave," Russell suggested.

"Only if you want me to be dumb," exclaimed Karen, who fixed him with one of her disquiet glares.

"Okay, then," he intoned, before moving the camera to capture Karen's pleasured expression along with that of her next outcry.

"Fuck your dick in my cunt, come on, give it to me, really give it to me," she uttered, all the while not playing to the camera before her.

"Let's try something different," Karen presently suggested, and soon found herself, knickerless, suspended above Dave's cock as he held onto her trim waist. Having reached between her splayed thighs, Karen soon had her hand around his tool, which she then directed to her sopping pussy.

"Emn fuck, yes, lovely fat cock in my horny cunt," enthralled Karen, as she lowered herself down it.

"Give me yours as well," she appealed to Mike. But when he gestured it towards her mouth, Karen nodded for him to put it in her quim - alongside that of Dave's.

"Really slutty," remarked Russell, as he edged the camera's focus point closer to the action and that of their subject's accommodating pussy.

"I've, we've all seen this in tube clips, but...in the flesh, this close up," Russell continued to commend their willing subject, as Mike and Dave fucked themselves into her wanton body.

"God, yes, fuck me, fuck me, come on, I want to cum," Karen told them, her pussy and clit having been neglected of any oral attention, not that it mattered, as Mike strummed her distended stalk.

"That's it, stroke my clit, Mike, make me cum, make me fucking, yes..." Karen's head jerking back as her body spasmed "...cum, fuck!"

"Okay, guys, there's plenty to go around," Karen minded them, as Russell, far from just filming, directed his once more hard dick towards her mouth. ‘Sorry,' he apologised, and then composed himself.

"Why don't you give Dave the camera, then, and while I fuck myself on Mike's cock, you can give my ass a good screwing," she proffered; at which, they changed around - Mike laid out on the sofa with Karen over him.

"I want this lovely long cock of yours up my ass also, not at the same time, mind," Karen purred, as she motioned herself up and down it's wondrous length. Having come to a settled stop, she leaned forwards and then, extending her hands behind her, prised her shapely ass cheeks open for Russell's monster cock. "In my ass, Russell," she exclaimed, deterring him from trying what his associates had just now sampled.

"That's it, big guy, fill me up with you long thick dick," Karen enthused, as the engorged head pierced her anal ring.

"There you go, firmly forwards and slowly back, a bit at a time," she schooled him, until the entire 10 inches or so were deep inside her tight little asshole.

"Fuck me, Russell, fuck my ass, fuck my lovely, tight, fucking, asshole," encouraged Karen, who jerked back on his erection with each of her final words.

Having they made her cum between them, Karen then had Russell take himself from her. She then, true to her suggestion, contentedly fucked her open asshole up and down Mike's long cock and with some vigour. "Oh fuck, yes, lovely long cock in my ass, fucking my ass, reaming my ass, I'm such a dirty fucking anal slut," she cried out, before directing Russell closer.

"That's okay, stand there," she told him, and with Mike's dick fully inside her backside, Karen leant forwards. She then licked around the head of the director's cock before skimming her tongue tip along and back of its length. Then, and to no one's surprise, and all while Dave maintained his filming, Karen took the head and then the shaft into her mouth, and as she sucked him, she slithered her tongue around Russell's pungent erection.

"Urmngh," the horny slut murmured, as she once more rode Mike's cock; slower, yes, but rhythmically, and with pleasure for both of them as she dined on Russell's slick dick.

Just then, Dave announced: "What's this flashing light, Russell?" And taking back the camera while Karen contentedly slobbered on his glands, Russell exclaimed: "Damn, the battery's almost used up, guys."

"That'll be all the filming from when you picked me up," Karen averred, finally releasing his now clean cock.

"How much time you got left," she then enquired, before climbing off Mike and cleaning his cock also.

"9, 10 minutes, or there about," Russell informed them.

"Okay, well, turn it off, for now. It may, as I find happens with normal batteries, gain some more time," she advised him.

"Now what," intoned Russell, sombrely.

"Now. Well, now that your hands are free of any encumbrance, you can all fuck me—mouth, cunt, ass," she invited them. "Dave in my ass this time," Karen announced, and shortly thereafter, she was crouched over Russell, who, and while the others fucked her mouth and ass, enjoyed pleasuring her tits and rigid nipples.

"That's it, Dave, fill my lovely ass up with your cock," she directed him, before gorging on Mike's cock meat. With her hands braced on his thighs, she was able to bob her head back and forth and motion her lips to and fro along the firmness of his warm vibrant shaft.

"Fuck me, fuck my slutty body," she further encouraged, holding a position inches above Russell, which gave him the room to flex himself up and down in and out of her sodden cunt while Dave went at her backside.

"Okay, well, you've made me cum a couple of more times, guys, but now I want yours," Karen told them, and urged Russell to once more take up the camera, which he'd more than likely borrowed from college or high school.

"Right, follow me, then," she told the trio, and lead them out to the hallway. There, and at the bottom of the stairs, she had Dave sit on the third step. Karen then lent her upper body forward and hovered her mouth above his upturned cockhead. "Fuck my ass and then my cunt, Mike, give Russell, here, a good finale of footage. As for you, Dave, are you ready to give me your warm creamy spunk," she smiled encouragingly, before closing her mouth and lips around the turgid head.

"I've been holding off for as long as I could. You just watch," he told her, and moments later with Russell pointing the camera through the banister posts, Dave exploded his hot sticky cum over Karen's florid face and tits.

"Here you go, Dave," Russell cheered, as he handed him the camera.

"Slow down, Russell, there's Mike to go next. You'll get your turn, don't worry," she told him assuringly. And having taken back the camera, Russell followed Karen's direction as she took her well filled ass from Mike's organ, and was soon knelt down and sucking on it. As she did, she supported her tits with each hand, hinting where she wanted most of it. Although the residue of Russell's first offering had dried out, that of Dave's had formed white blobs, especially noticeable on the darkened areola around her rigid nipples.

"That's it, cover my tits with your lovely hot spunk," Karen regaled, just as the first splash hit them. After that, she quickly looked up and received the second on her face and the subsequent ones in her welcoming mouth.

"Emn, delicious," she enthused, before once more licking the pearls of cum from her excited boobs.

"Okay Russell, all the way up to the landing," Karen told him. And lightly grasping his cock, she lead him up the stairs. On the landing, and with Dave having followed them so as to film the end shot, Karen lay down, her ass cheeks part suspended over the landing step. She then drew up her legs, placed her elbows in the backs of her part bent knees and, grasping the backs of her ankles, directed Russell to fuck her ass and give her his hot cum.

"Yes, mam!" he replied, and was soon pumping away at Karen's well fucked asshole.

"Fuck, yes, more, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck me in my tight fucking ass," she encouraged him verbally.

Russell, no doubt because he'd spilt his seed earlier, was lasting longer, as long as Karen experienced with her other acquaintances. In an effort to speed things up, under the filmed circumstance, she released her legs and part wrapped them around his waist. Then, using her ankles to motion him in and out of her ‘backdoor' and with her hands holding his nape, Karen urged Russell to fuck his mighty cock into her lovely tight ass.

"Fuck, my, ass," she continuously spelt it out, until, at last, he lost control; Karen opening her legs enough, that he was able to withdrew himself in time and shoot his load over her body. As he did, and with him still spilling his cum, she smeared it over her vibrant body, catching some on the backs of her hands, which she licked it off afterwards.

"That's it, time's up," announced Dave, as the red record button flashed several times and then extinguished.

"Come here, then. You too, Mike," Karen said. And having sat up she took both their cocks into her mouth and gave them a final bathe - both men emitting a shudder of tenderness at her mouth play.

"Now that the filming is out of the way, let's have some fun. Which way is your bedroom, Russell," Karen enquired.

"What, I'm done for. You've sucked my balls empty," he told her, before pointing it out. "Dave and Mike, here, have plenty in reserve if you want more."

"I do, believe me...I do," she enthused. And taking one in each hand, Karen had them follow her to Russell's bedroom.

"Russell," she called back.

"Yes."

"Why don't you look over the tape you made, you never know what might develop," she smiled at him minxily.

"Sure, right, will do," he agreed. And after some 5 minutes of reviewing the fucking, Russell was once more hard and knocking on his bedroom door...!