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Tammy Meets Arnold
by Corn53 (corn53@aol.com)

***

A woman from out of town gets paid money to be really 
nasty at a party. (MF, alcohol, exh, beast)

***

"So, want to go to the party with me?" asked the middle 
aged man. 

"Sure. Why not?" I replied, still feeling sorry for 
myself. We had been sitting at the bar and talking for 
awhile. My cousin met some other college students she 
knew and was now sitting with them. 

I was just visiting town for a family reunion, and my 
cousin agreed to take me out to some bars, but she was 
really more interested in meeting her friends than 
talking with me. I had broken up with my boyfriend a few 
weeks earlier and was feeling down in the dumps. 

I was also embarrassed at the reunion. Not graduating 
from college yet made me feel like such a loser. 

As I had explained to the old guy sitting next to me at 
the bar, this is my fifth year of college and I still 
had another year to go because I transferred after my 
freshman year and then changed majors twice. Now I was 
getting in a financial bind and didn't want to tell the 
whole family about it. I told him I was getting 
desperate. 

He said a friend of his was having a party at his house. 
He asked me if I was afraid of dogs. 

"No. We used to have two German Sheppards at home." We 
talked about dogs for awhile. I said that our male dog 
seemed to like to sniff my crotch, but it didn't bother 
me. He understood when I said it embarrassed me whenever 
he should start sniffing one of my friends. We both 
laughed about that and agreed that, "dogs will be dogs!" 

Then we talked about the party again, and he said that 
he and several of the men were sent out to see if they 
could find a cute young girl who wanted to earn a few 
hundred dollars and have some fun, too. He assured me 
that the girls wouldn't have to do anything they 
objected to. 

I thought I knew what he was talking about, but he 
seemed like a nice man, clean cut and all, so that's why 
I said I would go with him. 

"Great." he said, "Let's go. I'll bring you home later. 
You don't even need to tell your cousin you're leaving. 
Looks like she's busy anyway." he laughed. We could both 
see a hand on my cousin's fanny. She was 'actively' 
talking to one of her friends. 

As we left, I noticed that I was almost as tall as him. 
I'm 5'8" and weigh 120 pounds. Some guys seem put off by 
girls almost as tall as them, but Jack didn't mind at 
all. Another thing I noticed as we left: I wasn't 
walking real straight. 

He held my arm as we walked to his Ford. On the drive 
out to the house, Jack explained some of the games we 
would be playing and he said I would get $100 just for 
coming and he would get $100 for finding somebody who 
wanted to play their games. 

"I'll split my money with you, Tammy. You'll have other 
ways to earn money at the party. There'll probably be 
about 20 or 30 people there and you can do different 
things to earn money - different kinds of games or 
contests. It should be fun. I think you'll like it." 

I was already enjoying the attention. His hand was on my 
knee, fingertips tickling the inside. Part of me thought 
I shouldn't have worn such a short skirt, but another 
part of me was ready to open my knees all the way. 
"Sounds like fun to me, Jack. What the hell? And I sure 
can use some extra money, like I told you. Might as well 
have a good time doing it." and I surprised myself even 
more by opening my knees a little as I turned in my 
seat. 

"Well, I know you'll have a good time Tammy. And I know 
you'll make some money because you're cute AND you seem 
real playful." His hand went farther up my thigh, but 
not under my skirt yet. I looked out my window, giving 
him a clear shot of my white panties as I turned in the 
seat, treating him have a long, private inspection. 

We pulled up at a big house in a fancy older 
neighborhood not too far from the university. I was 
happy to see lots of lights on and several Cadillac's, 
Lincolns, and other nice cars out front. I didn't know 
where we were since I'm from a different city. As Jack 
introduced me to some of the other guests, they all said 
they thought I'd enjoy their games and challenges. 

"You'll probably even like Arnold. That's where the big 
prize money is." said one well dressed, older lady who 
was almost as drunk as me. "But meanwhile how about a 
$20.00 challenge from me right now?" And she pulled a 
twenty from her purse. 

"Sure. What do I have to do?" 

"We'll play 'mannequin' for a few minutes," she said. 

"What do I have to do?" 

"I'll position you in different poses and then touch you 
all over. You pretend you're a 'mannequin' and I'm a 
store person, or whatever, and I'll adjust your 
clothes." 

Her words were slurred, but I could still sense the 
tension in her voice. She was really anxious to play the 
game with me. 

"Before you play your game, Stella, let's put an orange 
name tag on Tammy, so everybody will know she is one of 
our special guests." The older man who said this was in 
his early sixties and was obviously the host. 

He put a name tag on my knit sleeveless blouse right 
over my left breast. He fondled my breast as he put the 
name tag on and added, "Here's the envelope with your 
name. There is already a hundred dollars in it for 
coming to our party. Welcome," and with that remark he 
kissed me right on the lips. 

"You can have all the beer you want," added the host as 
he watched Stella take my hands and lift my arms up and 
down, letting me get the feel of her adjusting my 
position. 

"Now, Let's see how good you can be as a mannequin." 

Stella positioned me with one hand on my hip, feet about 
two feet apart with the right foot forward, head looking 
to my right, and so on - so that I looked like a typical 
store mannequin. Then she began feeling me all over 
while, even kissing me on the lips. I was not supposed 
to move or respond, but just stand there like a 
mannequin. Then Stella knelt down in front of me and put 
her right hand up my short skirt and began feeling my 
silky panties. I wasn't sure what to do so I just held 
still. 

She put me into several awkward poses and felt me all 
over in each pose. I saw another girl with a name tag on 
who was sitting on a man's lap also getting felt up. 
This was so kinky, but so fun. It surprised me how much 
I enjoyed the attention as several other people played 
similar games with me. I was making another $20.00 about 
every fifteen minutes, drinking beer all the while. 
Great! 

After the next couple beers, I really had to pee. Two 
men even gave me $5.00 each to watch me. "Well, OK." I 
said as I was heading to the bathroom, "You can watch 
me." They wanted me to keep my knees apart and hold up 
my skirt while they knelt down in front of the toilet to 
watch. 

"I'm so glad you keep your bush trimmed," said one of 
them. "Looks like she shaves her lips, too," said the 
other guy. 

Both of them were in their early forties. They could 
also tell I was a little tipsy, but didn't comment on 
it. 

"See if you can hold this vibrator in you. Keep your 
panties pulled up tight and it should stay in." He 
handed me a small tan vibrator which was very narrow 
(like one finger around) at the base and little larger 
(about two fingers around) in the front two inches. He 
explained it was a variable speed but he would leave it 
on low so it wouldn't vibrate right out. 

The other guy added, "You can go around and ask people 
if they want to check your vibrator and if they want to, 
they will give you $5.00 and feel your panties to make 
sure it's still on." 

"I just go up to people and ask them if they want to 
check my vibrator?" I asked. "And they'll feel my 
panties and give me five dollars if they want to check 
me? That sounds easy enough. OK." I agreed, thinking 
this party could really help my budget. 

"They are going to bring Arnold inside in a little while 
and this will help him be more attracted to you." added 
Brian, the guy who handed me the vibrator. He was 
helping me slip it in. 

I wiped myself off with the vibrator already inside, and 
pulled up my panties as I stood up. "Who's Arnold?" I 
asked. "This thing feels pretty good." 

"Arnold is a Great Dane. That's where the big money is 
tonight. If Arnold wants to keep sniffing your pussy, 
you'll get an extra fifty dollars. And if you let him 
lick you for awhile, you'll get an extra hundred, and so 
forth." 

"You mean I could get an extra couple hundred dollars 
just for letting your dog sniff and lick me?" debating 
in my head. "Our dog at home used to like to sniff me 
once in a while and I just pushed him away. But I like 
dogs. Not scared of them or anything. So, that should be 
OK." finally coming to a conclusion and still enjoying 
the vibrator. 

"Tammy, here's a few suggestions, since Arnold might 
have several playmates to choose from." Brian confided 
to me, "Pet him and keep saying 'Good boy, Arnold.' Open 
your legs and encourage him to sniff. Then I'm pretty 
sure he will choose you. You could end up with an extra 
three or four hundred dollars. Who knows?" 

"If Arnold doesn't choose you, I will." added Joe. "I 
think you're beautiful, Tammy. And I'd like to play with 
you some more when you and Arnold get finished." Then he 
felt my panties under my skirt and wiggled the head of 
the vibrator around pressing against my panties. There, 
that was an easy extra five dollars, wasn't it?" 

When we were out in the living room again, several 
people gave me some money to feel the vibrator through 
my panties and a little more money each time I removed 
another piece of clothing. They had me remove my shoes, 
ankle socks, and bra, and then put my knit blouse back 
on. Several of the ladies seemed to enjoy helping me 
undress, feeling me up in the process. 

I stood in front of a distinguished man sipping a 
martini and asked, "Would you like to check my 
vibrator?" and lifted my skirt to expose my white, silky 
panties. 

He smiled and said, "Certainly. Stand a little closer 
and put your feet apart. That's a good girl." When I put 
my feet apart the vibrator fell part way out into my 
panties, forming an inverted tent. He put his finger 
under it and pushed it all the way back in, then began 
feeling my panties all over. "You're such a good little 
girl. Can you turn around and touch your toes for 
another five?" 

"I'll try, but I feel a little dizzy." I turned around 
and bent over and let him feel my panties some more 
while I tried to keep from falling. 

"Take the vibrator out now, Fred." said a woman's voice. 
After pulling my panties almost to my knees he removed 
the vibrator and clicked it off.

While feeling me he commented on my bald lips. "You are 
such a good little girl. Lips like a baby." as he 
stroked my wet lips. "Arnold is such a lucky dog!" 

I heard a dog's toenails clicking on the kitchen floor 
in the next room as someone helped me pull up my 
panties. "I think she's ready to meet Arnold." he said 
to the other guests while sliding my wet panties around 
on my slick pussy. "We'll get these other clothes off in 
a minute." 

"Good boy, Arnold." I said as someone walked a big Great 
Dane in on a leash. I walked over to pet him. To my 
delight he began sniffing me right away. They had to tug 
his leash to get his head out from under my skirt. One 
of the ladies was clearing off the low coffee table in 
front of the couch and putting towels on it. She scooted 
the coffee table to the center of the room. 

"Come on over here, you two." She was speaking to me and 
Arnold, even though someone else was holding the leash. 

"Come on, boy. You can sniff me some more if you want 
to." I said, patting his head some more, as he put his 
snout up under my skirt again. He was wagging his tail 
and making whining noises to express his excitement. 

There were several flashes as someone began taking 
pictures. I noticed the flashes but was so intent on 
keeping Arnold interested in me, that I didn't worry 
about getting my picture taken. I wanted to be his 
playmate. My panties seemed to be getting even wetter 
anticipating getting licked by such a big, strong dog. 
After all the beers, I wasn't looking ahead to what 
might happen after that, just like I wasn't worried 
about getting my picture taken. I didn't notice that 
there was only one other girl with a name tag and she 
was no longer in the room. 

"Have another beer." suggested the host again. He had 
been giving me beers since I got there.

While I was drinking the beer I hardly noticed that 
someone had removed my skirt. All I was thinking about 
was that Arnold was now licking my thighs and panties. 
His tongue felt rough and it was so big. 

I handed the almost empty beer can to Brian and giggled, 
"This feels kind of good, Brian. His tongue is wider 
than the bottom of my panties. Ohh!" 

Brian was leading me to the coffee table and said, "I 
thought it might feel good to you. Let me help you take 
this blouse off now. We don't want any snags if Arnold 
gets excited. Why don't you kneel down by the table? 
Maybe you could rest your shoulders on the table." and 
he knelt down beside the table and patted it to show me 
where to lay my shoulders. 

"What about my panties?" as I knelt down at the end of 
the sturdy table. "Maybe he could lick it better without 
them," no longer noticing the flashes. 

"She's such a pretty girl, Jack. Great job." said Stella 
as she caressed my back. "Such pretty skin. I think we 
could pull these panties off now." she tugged them down 
past Arnold's cold nose and I lifted up my knees so she 
could pull them all the way off. 

Arnold was still whining delightedly as he was allowed 
back behind me with my panties off. His choker chain 
collar was clinking, he wagged his tail so hard. 

"Umm" I moaned with my knees apart to allow him easy 
access to lick me some more. This was feeling great. 
What a fun way to earn some extra money. His tongue felt 
great - so wide and strong. I could feel the power in 
his body. He licked my asshole, too, and even forced his 
raspy tongue way into my pussy. 

Someone pulled him off to the side of me and took my 
hand. "Feel this doggy cock, Tammy. See it's not so big 
is it?" as they put my hand on Arnold's stiff cock. It 
felt about the same size as my former boyfriend's but 
Arnold's was real pointy. Dizziness prevented me from 
getting up to take a different look. I just lazily 
looked over at it. I could feel the excitement building 
in me, but still didn't think about the possibility of 
Arnold's cock going in me. 

"It's just a little bigger than the average college 
guy," I said and let go of it, putting my head back on 
the towels. "He can lick me some more if he wants to. It 
felt kind of good." slurring my words. 

"I'm going to put my finger in you, Tammy, while Arnold 
licks you some more," Brian said in my ear. 

"OK." 

His finger was going in and out. My pussy was so 
slippery. "I wish I wasn't so drunk." I was saying to 
myself as I two people helped me back up off the end of 
the table a little bit so only my head and shoulders 
were still on the it. My tits were hanging down and 
Stella was caressing them for me. It felt so good. She 
had such a gentle touch. 

I realized that Arnold's front legs were straddling me 
while several people were playing with my pussy. 
Arnold's whole body was wagging back and forth, moving 
me, too. The flashes seemed like part of a dream now. 
Someone suggested I try to wag my pretty little tail, 
too.

I thought that sounded like fun, so I tried to wag my 
tail slowly, just back and forth a little ways. I felt 
fingers and something else pushing against my fanny and 
sometimes going into my pussy. 

In the midst of many probing fingers I still detected 
something 'different' but hard, pressing against my 
fanny here and there rapidly. A fast steady rhythm which 
matched Arnold's breath on the back of my neck. His 
front legs felt like arms trying to hold me tightly 
against him. An occasional thrust went part way into my 
anus, but didn't hurt because it was slippery. I thought 
it was someone's finger. 

Just as I was wondering why he stopped licking me, not 
realizing he couldn't with his head at the back of my 
neck, I felt the rapidly thrusting thing enter my pussy. 
It felt dripping wet and suddenly went deeply into me. 
As I realized what it was, I also realized that it felt 
great. Really great. 

There seemed to be a ball at the end of it pressing to 
get in too. 

"That's too big to fit," I mumbled at the same time it 
entered. A very brief pain as it crammed in at least an 
inch. Before I could cry out, it didn't hurt anymore. 
The rapid thrusting continued, but in a much shorter 
stroke. 

"Ohhh, Arnold," I moaned realizing that I was being 
fucked by a dog, but not caring or embarrassed, just 
enjoying how long he was lasting. I had been almost 
ready to cum for a long, long time, ever since we 
started playing with the vibrator. He kept thrusting and 
thrusting as I reached my first orgasm. 

"Ummmmm," moaning each time I came. On the fourth time, 
I felt Arnold cum inside me, filling me as he continued 
to spurt. His strong legs were pulling me tightly 
against him. 

"Just hold still for awhile, Honey," said Stella into my 
ear as she continued to caress my breasts and tummy. "It 
will take awhile for his knot to relax. Someday you'll 
enjoy seeing the pictures and the video." 

"OK," I answered, not knowing what she meant. "Ummm. Did 
Arnold like me? Will I get the prize?" 

"Oh yes, Dear," said a man's voice. "You got the prize." 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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