The Dog Who Brought Dinner – Chapter 2 by oldsteve

THE DOG WHO BROUGHT DINNER & FRIENDS – Chapter 2

A total fantasy story written by one who has never had sex with a dog…but who would like to…

From Chapter 1:
“Or I might report you having sex with dogs, complete with photos….do we have a deal, husband?”

“We have a deal.”
“Take your shorts off; I feel like being fucked by a cock.”

Part 1

I took my shorts off, turned the light off, and went to her standing at the dining room table.
I pulled her work shirt off her, unclasped her bar from behind, and reefed her pants and panties off.
“Here” she asked, amazed perhaps at my brazen behaviour, but my cock hadn`t been used since last night, and if she wanted a fuck, I wanted it over and done with.
My cock had risen to the sight of her tits, big beautiful breasts she had, and so long since I had had them in my mouth.
“I love these” I said, “I couldn`t wait…” and I jammed my cock up her cunt, and dropped my mouth around her breast, my teeth nipping her nipples and my tongue licking and sucking as if she was one of my dog companions.

She groaned, and her cunt produced fluids and I sent my cock hard up and deep inside her, while my major concentration, and lust, was on her tits.
She was shorter than me, and I bent my knees and drove my cock up and in, my mouth never letting go of one breast or another, stretching them as I went down, filling my mouth to overflowing when I came up to hit her uterus with my full length, and bent her up and back over the table top.

It was actually quite a nice fuck, but my thoughts were on my puppy lover, the flowing milk of his Mother, and the domineering cock of his Father.

But I seemed to be doing enough, and I noticed her climaxing, again I thought absently, and when she muttered “oh god, enough…” I banged into her with all I had and let my balls fill her with the semen she knew was useless, but which gave her a 3rd, or continuance, of her orgasm, and she squealed, and held my face up to hers, and stuck her tongue in, her legs quivering, and her body shaking, and her voice a series of moans and almost dog-like yelps.

Part 2

My wife stayed at the table for some minutes, recovering enough to say, “If dog sex makes you that good inside me, keep going, but wait until I bring my friends – as per our agreement!”

I didn`t answer her, just returned to my bathroom for a rinse, and she went upstairs to shower, walking slowly, mumbling to herself.

I didn`t want to stay at home – well, I did, but not if my wife was here without any of her lovers, so I dressed in my `going out` shorts and shirt, ignored underwear as I would have to go upstairs to my wardrobe in my wife`s master bedroom, and rode my bike the short way to where I drank beer and read my book, something I hadn`t done for days now.
I got my own glass, ice, bottle and sat at my usual table, opening my book and lighting a cigarette, alone at this stage of the early evening: as I enjoyed it.

Halfway through one page, a dog came nosing beside me; I didn`t recognise it, but the owner of the shop didn`t shoo it away, as I patted his – he was a he – head and ran my fingers down his brown flanks, so I guessed she knew him as ok to have at her outside tables, where I was sitting.
He wasn`t a huge dog, but quite large standing alongside my leg on the bench seat, as his tongue lolled out, looking up at me, and I sensed he knew, from neighbourhood gossip among dogs perhaps, who I was, what I was perhaps…

Finished one bottle, enough, I paid, and the dog trotted beside me as I rode my bike home.
He waited patiently for me to open the gate, put my bike inside, and open the door, sniffing at my wife`s shoes before entering behind me.
I heard no noise, but it wasn`t late, so I assumed my wife was on her phone, on Facebook, watching TV…didn`t matter, as I got a bowl of water for the male, changed into my house shorts, and came back to sit in my sofa chair, a new glass of beer beside me.
“So, might I ask what you would like” I asked him, as he lifted his head from the bowl: but it was easy to see: his cock was already appearing.

Belying his medium size, the tip of his cock, well indeed his sheath, was very big, broad – bigger than my own cock`s head surely, and I stared as it came further, his head turned up to me, sure of the mesmerising effect his cock was having, and I put my glass down, spilling my beer and not caring, as I went down to sit on the floor and fondle his ears as I watched under his belly at the monstrous appendage still appearing.

So much for dogs not achieving erection until after penetration (as I had read on Google one day): if his wasn`t erect, then he would split me in two pieces after penetration, if not before!

But I wanted him, and he wanted me, so I took a mouthful of `brave` juice, i.e. beer, and crawled to my mattress, spreading a new towel down, and I submissively presented my buttocks to him.

He lightly jumped on my back, claws out but soft and short, as if someone cut them for him, but he was on my cuts from the puppy, and they were sore, but that was nothing compared to the feel of his cock`s head hitting my hole, and immediately spreading it wider than ever before!
“Any bitch ever tell you how big you are” I gasped back at him, as he thrust his rear legs forward, one at a time, working his cock inside.
He made no sound at all, just shuffled and stuffed his cock nowhere it should really have ever gone, but he wasn`t going to stop, and if this was the price of submission for a good fucking, I wasn`t about to try and stop him.

He was so big, belying his body size, and though I wanted him satisfied, I needed his spurting pre-cum to get some lubrication, and that eased the pain somewhat, but only marginally, and I shoved my hips and buttocks back at him, deciding getting him in fast was better than slow, though there was the fearful prospect of his knot to come!

But he was inexorable, and I felt it coming, and as he began silently shoving his cock further, his shaft fully in, it was his great bulb of a gland spreading me and I croaked and squeaked and wanted to scream, but his paws lightly moved as if soothing me, and I calmed just a little, perhaps relaxing a little, and he pushed his haunches hard and a great ball-sized intrusion came inside me, and I bit my bottom lip until I could taste blood, and, heavens above, we were well and truly sealed from any exit, any air, any dust, anything at all from entering or leaving while his cock began truly fucking and doing his very best to make me pregnant with his babies.

His streams of sperm were as powerful as the size of his cock suggested, and they pounded my insides, going anywhere there was a space for them to coat with his gooey juices, and he howled once, but very quietly, and fell silent again immediately, as he pumped and pushed and his cock emptied his balls of all they had – but surely he knew it was a wasted journey for his mighty load of potent sperm!

I was exhausted, and hurting, but, until he finished, and was sure his sperm wasn`t going to escape, he stayed locked in me, not turning, but lying his face and drooling mouth on my back, and I had to fall down, dragging him with me, but my limbs were shaking and couldn`t stay up.
I fell asleep, a way of escape myself perhaps, until I felt him sliding backwards and a rush of cum – and I feared, blood also – gushed out, but I still felt full of him, but couldn`t move to check anything, until I heard him whine at the door.

Not wanting to upset him, I crawled to the door, to let him out, never so happy to see a dog leave as I was him, and I locked it after he jauntily walked out: without even a `thank you` kiss!

I leveraged myself up by the door handle and frame, and turned to look at my mattress: amazingly: no blood, just a huge wet covering!
I staggered to my bathroom and collapsed on the toilet seat, just sitting there, waiting.

Part 3

I gushed him out of my bowels, fluids only, no blood could I see rushing into the bowl, not even any solids, just opaque coloured goo.
Amazed he hadn`t torn me, surely I was ruined for any other `normal-penis` sized dog, but when I used the bottom washer nozzle to wash, I understood my anus could retract after swelling – just like a woman`s cunt.
The human body is quite flexible, is it not?

I walked gingerly nevertheless, after cleaning my teeth, dragged my bathroom towel with me, and laid it over the already wet one on the mattress, and fell on to it, loved to exhaustion.

Thankfully, the night was not interrupted, nor did my wife wake me in the morning, and it was only the heat of mid-morning which roused me.
A shower: and I felt fine!

Made a café and sandwich, put the washing on, washed my small mattress and put it out in the sun, and threw the towels to be washed next.
The big mattress was nowhere near dry and still too heavy to even turn over, so I left it another day to dry further.
No visitors all day, washing dry and folded or taken upstairs on hangers; evening I went out for a beer and read my book, even had desultory conversation with my group of associates/friends, older ages like myself, and drank 2 bottles of beer at their urging to stay; 2 bottles for me is about 2 hours, before I said my `Sawasdee krub` and rode home.

Home, noting my wife`s shoes outside, and another pair I didn`t recognise; I didn`t want to be interrupted by them, so turned the TV on low sound and watched Rugby with another beer to hand, the fan on high, and a cigarette: like a normal night a few weeks ago, before my first dog found me.

No dogs came calling, though I wanted one by now, and sat out by my gate for a while, but there was a party next door, people coming and going, and I didn`t want to be dragged in there for food or drink, so I soon went back inside.
So another restful but frustrating night: alone.