Marcia's Predicament - A Gray Muzzle story
Marcia's Predicament - A Gray Muzzle story.
It crept up on her during her morning routine. A certain tingly feeling. Maybe a little moistness. Her mind starting to wander......
Marcia is a Standard Poodle hybrid. In addition to her chosen career as a fashion designer, Marcia was the housemother of a rescue for homeless Poodle hybrids. It wasn't hard really; Marcia supervises some twenty active young ladies. Marcia liked it because it allowed her to design during the day, when the house was largely empty. Many of the girls held jobs, so between the hours of eight and six, the house was largely her own, unless someone was ill.
The day started normally enough. After grabbing coffee, Marcia headed down to her studio/office. Before doing her drawing, Marcia had a few calls to return. She settled in at the desk, and started to dial. After about a half hour, Marcia felt an itch. It was not really an itch, but it was an itch of a sort. As the call wore on, the itch became an urge, and the urge became a need.
"Damn!" Marcia thought "The curse! That's the last thing I need!"
'The curse' was what Marcia called her heat, being in season. She was intelligent, successful and hardworking. Her days were filled with work, and she had a full social life. Sadly, she had never found time to take a mate. Whether she was too busy, or she just didn't want to give up a life she loved, Marcia entered her middle years alone.
The call just never seemed to end. While the call droned on, Marcia slid a leg underneath her. Beneath her full skirt, Marcia placed the heel of her foot under her sex. As the call continued, she rocked back and forth gently, pressing her heel where it felt the best. When the call ended, Marcia's condition was little improved. Lacking the concentration to do business on the phone, she went to her drawing board. She settled in at the tall chair, and began to sketch. A gifted designer, Marcia could sketch for hours, losing track of time. Today, however, that single, obsessive thought stalked her. Soon, she found herself, hand in lap, mindlessly toying with herself. Marcia continued this for maybe an hour and a half or so, before her condition made itself intolerable. Anxious to get on with her day, Marcia slipped into the bathroom. Hiking her skirt above her hips, she slid her dainty paw inside her panties. Sliding her paw down further, she reached her sex. She was wet, wetter than she ever recalled. Placing a digit between her pink lips, she shuddered slightly, moaning as she dipped into her wetness, smearing it over the raging heat of her sex. She was just beginning to feel pleasure as the desk phone rang. Cursing under her breath, she dropped what she was doing to answer it.
"Yes? This is Marcia....Claudio! How ARE you?
Claudio Briottoni was an Italian designer that Marcia met on her last trip to the Continent. Of medium height, he was slender, and almost so good looking as to be considered 'pretty'. Claudio was gay, but that couldn't stop Marcia from fantasizing sex with him. He had called to follow up on plans for a joint venture. It was important, so this call was important. Still, Marcia's poor mind just couldn't focus. As Claudio talked about a possible Fall show, Marcia thought only of his deep, perfect tan, his washboard abs, his perfect smile. Her feeble attempts to stave off the heat were totally ineffective. In minutes, Marcia felt a steady drip coming from her sex. Her lust was so out of control that her secretion soaked the back of her skirt. By the time the call ended, Marcia was beside herself with lust.
Now, Marcia was frantic. She was so horny that she was walking cross kneed, like she had to pee. Not only that, she was afraid she be embarrassed to death if someone saw her with the back of her skirt displaying a huge wet spot. So Marcia left the office and stole away to her bedroom. Marcia's room was a huge master suite at the end of the hall. It was maybe 25x25', airy, with a grand tall ceiling. There were French doors, two stories tall. In the middle of it all was a round bed with a mink cover. Reaching her refuge, she pushed the door, and tugged at her clothes. Her elastic waist skirt dropped in a damp pile on the floor. She tugged at the light sleeveless top, tossing it aside as well. Marcia flopped on the bed, and began to touch herself. Again she slid her paw into her panties, and touched herself. Due to her long excited state, she was no longer wet. She reached into the bedside table, grabbing a tube of lubricant. Placing a good blob on her fingertip, she smeared it over her lips and clitoris. She was now getting sore, but the need in her loins was greater than ever. Getting frantic, she reached back to the nightstand. In there was a dog eared magazine 'Pit Bull Studs' Pit bull hybrids with freakishly large genitalia.
Flipping to the centerfold, Marcia took her whole paw, rubbing herself hard and fast. She pawed that way for almost ten minutes, until she was almost too sore to continue. She then flipped to her belly, so she could place her full weight against her sex. She rubbed herself savagely for another ten minutes, looking at every picture in the magazine. It was as if her body had betrayed her. Trapped by her hormones, her body denied her the relief she knew was locked within. Frustrated beyond reason, she began to sob.
The frustration was greater than even Marcia could anticipate. Once the tears began, they were unstoppable. She sobbed wildly, unable to stop. When tears ran out, she was laying damp and tormented on her bed. So distracted was she by her predicament, she never heard Kelly at the door. Hearing Marcia's sobs, she came to check. Marcia's face was buried in her pillow when Kelly found her.
"What's the matter, Marcia?" Kelly lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. Kelly was young, maybe 25. She had a youthful, almost boyish quality. Today she wore a hoody sweatshirt, tiny running shorts, and sneaks with floppy socks. Realizing her situation, Marcia was mortified. She was face down on the bed, her sex covered in gel, a porn mag in front of her.
"Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you. Is it 'the curse'? Pretty awful sometimes....Can I help?"
Kelly didn't wait for a reply; just as well, because Marcia was to humiliated to speak. Straddling her legs, Kelly began to message Marcia's back. With her skilled fingers, Marcia soon began to relax. During the message, Kelly's sex had been rubbing her backside leaving her even more turned on.
"You're all sticky and hot; let's get you a nice cool shower"
Kelly helped Marcia slowly to her feet. She slipped Marcia's sticky panties off. Then Kelly dropped her shorts and sweatshirt. To Marcia's surprise, she wore no underwear. Kelly gave her a sweet smile, took her hand, and lead her to the bath.Turning on the cool water, Kelly caught Marcia by surprise when they kissed. The kiss seemed to unleash something inside Marcia. After the first touch, Marcia kissed Kelly eagerly even hungrily. It was all Kelly could do to lead Marcia to the shower.
How good the water felt! Marcia leaned her head back, and let the water course over her. While she stood there, Kelly began to wash her. Starting with her shoulders, Kelly stopped frequently to kiss and caress. She paid special attention to Marcia's nipples, which were red and engorged. Kelly washed her back while they were face to face. .As she washed their sexes touched. What electricity there was! Kelly worked her way down. Armpits. Belly. Then Kelly was at her sex. Going slowly, she carefully washed the inflamed lips. She washed her inside, too. When she was nice and clean, smelling of flowers, Kelly kissed her. The first kiss was soft and fleeting. It was still enough to send a shudder through Marcia's body. The second was longer, harder, perhaps a bit more urgent. By the time of the third, Marcia rode Kelly's tongue. When Kelly took her clit and gently sucked on it, Marcia collapsed. Her climax was immediate and explosive. Al the tension that had built up, let go suddenly, and with great force. Her arms grabbed at Kelly for support, her fingers grabbing at the incredible ecstasy. Marcia let out a primal scream, as wave after wave shuddered through her body, finally leaving her totally without control. As she orgasmed, Marcia even lost control of her bladder, causing pee to flow over her lover's chin. Far from being repulsed, Kelly leaned in and finished the job she had started.
Then it was Marcia's turn. She washed Kelly in the same way, before treating her to very tender oral sex. Being a bit of a watersports fan, she had Kelly pee on her sex. The warm wetness was soothing to her. They carefully dried each other, then took great care in grooming each other. From there, they returned to bed. This time, they made love, slowly and carefully. Marcia came many times that night, as did Kelly.