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When the man whistles his bitches come running
My new girlfriend and I moved into a rental house in a middle income subdivision. She has a dog and we were looking for a yard. Next door was a man, middle aged and paunchy and he sat outdoors in the back to smoke. We never saw a wife and one day he spoke to us and asked us if we were carpet munchers or what. I decided to set him straight and told him we preferred 'lesbian' and yes we were carpet munchers.
He was a divorced police detective, homicide. He shared some of his awful stories, and made sure he told us a couple of lesbians being beaten and killed by whacko jobs. He liked our dog and our dog went to him when he called. Our dog was female and he made a point of noting that when he called females came running, so get our sneakers on because when he called he expected us to come to him.
What happened we never explained. He got us to lower our pants and let him see us as God had made us. He licked and stuck his tongue deep in and licked between our V and our A. He used his fingers on our clit and sucked on it when it was hard and shoved two fingers in our V to get us to cum for him. Yes, he also fucked us with his dick. When he whistled for us we dropped what we were doing to find out what he was calling us for. Our dog was the bitch, we weren't but we behaved like it. As long as we got fucked, it was free and next door and lesbians like a good hard dick now and then and we went when he called.
He worked a lot of nights, and sometimes he came home at three our four in the morning. We got tired of him ringing the bell so we gave him a key so he could come in and have his fun before he went to sleep beside us. Our dog, that bitch, she climbed up on the bed when he was there and tried to work herself between him and us.
We learned how to suck dick, and how to take it where the sun don't shine. Within six months we were his bitches and he made fun of us for it. He invited us to go with him and we went on a car trip from Texas to LA. We saw the sights, pretty unimpressive really, and we camped out overnight on the way. At restaurants and other public places he whistled for us and we came running, our bitch dog following.
If it wasn't because we worshiped pussy so much and we stayed tied to each other we may have thought we weren't real lesbians, but a friend of a friend, who heard our case told us that a lot of lesbians run when the man whistles for them.
The time came when we had to move because of a change in jobs. He offered to keep the dog until we found a place with a yard, but that never happened. We had visitation so we would go over when he called and hugged the little bitch before crawling all over him. She barked and got jealous of his bitches getting his attention, but that's the way it is when you can offer him pussy and you're not barking.
We have never stopped carpet munching or exercising our visitation privileges. The little bitch is his now, and she has a run of the place, except when his bitch girlfriends show up and she gets the door shut on her until it's over and she can come and jump on the bed beside him.
That’s what you get for living in a trailer trash middle income neighborhood.