“What?” I asked him.
“Woof!” he barked again, and I looked around, wondering what he could possibly want. Maybe he needed to go outside and that idea excited me. I’d let him out and lock the door behind him. I’d call the dog catcher in the morning and…
“Okay, um…” I closed the door again. He didn’t want to go out.
I got the idea soon enough when the dog finally lost his patience. He moved behind me as I stood in the middle of the living room and pushed himself up, wrapping his paws around my waist and using his considerable weight to pull me down to the floor.
“No! Please … Not again!” I begged him, but he wasn’t listening and I shut my eyes as the dog mounted me once more.
Woof meant fuck.
I groaned beneath him, forced to support the animal as he stabbed blindly at my sex and quickly found it with the tapered head of his penis. The breath I’d been holding exploded from my lungs with a sharp gasp and my already tender sex burned as the dog slammed the full length of his prick inside me. I hadn’t seen his unsheathed penis yet, but I knew it had to be very large. The head found the bottom of my sex, just as it had before, and pain jerked my head upward as I arched my back against the sensation. I moaned loudly and tried to jerk away from it, to free myself from the canine cock upon which I was impaled.
“Grrrrr…” he warned, tightening his grip around my waist. When I continued to struggle, the dog nipped me on the shoulder with his sharp teeth.
I sobbed then, feeling the flash of pain and the thin rivulet of blood running down my pale skin. He’d actually bitten me and that realization ended whatever resistance I might have had. He was going to fuck me and I had to let him or he’d hurt me. I bowed my head submissively and the dog rewarded me with a quick lick of his tongue along my neck and cheek before pressing his hard jaw against my wounded shoulder.
The animal’s cock pistoned in and out of my sex and I might have been surprised by how quickly I became wet for him. Of course, his cock must have spilled precum steadily as he fucked me, easing the passage of his thick penis, but my cunt was becoming moist as well. I could feel the euphoria starting once more, despite my fear and loathing, my disgust at being used like a bitch and raped for an animal’s pleasure. My body was eager no matter what I thought or felt in my heart. My pussy couldn’t help but respond and the familiar contractions began, the supple spasms of my vagina grappling with the cock that stretched it.
The pain was soon lost, within a minute or two at the most, leaving behind only the misery of knowing I had to surrender. I couldn’t resist the pressure building in my gut for release. The adrenaline and endorphins that polluted my blood with the energy I needed to accept the dog’s swollen cock and push myself backward to meet it. I was fucking him this time, I dimly realized, grabbing the carpet with my fists and thrusting with my hips to take even more of the animal’s rigid penis.
The knot was there. I took it inside me and as before, the bulbous muscle quickly growing until it was too large to be pulled from my pussy. My entire body seemed to be wrapped around it and my cunt fell swollen and throbbed the way a finger will after being hit with a hammer. I was too small for the beast, and yet I wasn’t. I had him inside me and I was cumming. I wept with shame and humiliation and gave myself to the dog with my orgasm raging in my belly. I rolled my hips and worked my ass to feel his cock touching every part of me inside and I knew he was cumming as well.
I had several cums while we were locked together, much like before, and every now and again the dog would tug at our union, testing it to see if he could pull out. I would groan then, and gasp, and reach back blindly to keep him from moving. His cock felt so good inside me, like a steel rod stretching my trembling cunt. And just inside the mouth of my quivering sex, the knot dammed our fluids completely. It was the best. Even more than being fucked, the afterwards when we were joined and unmoving was the part I found myself enjoying most.
I reached between my thighs to feel my vulva stretched around the bulb hidden inside. I was hot and wet, and my pussy felt alien beneath my fingers. My clit had grown stiff and throbbing. I rubbed it with my fingertips, biting my lip to keep from screaming with raw ecstasy. I came again and dropped my face to the floor, drinking cool air and rubbing my burning nipples across the carpet. I was helpless that way. The dog dominated me physically and then sexually, and finally emotionally as I brought myself off with selfish lust.
He was changing me.
When the dog pulled out of my sex after some ten minutes of waiting, a fresh flood of pungent fuck juice stained the carpet. It seemed to pour out of me, as much of our mixed cum as I’d spilled before, and this time I saw his cock when it came free. It was huge! Wet and light in color, but marbled with red and blue veins. It must have been ten inches long, I thought, and at the widest point I imagined it was as thick as my wrist. I couldn’t believe I’d taken it inside me, but I had. Every last inch of it, plus the knot which had shrunk down to something roughly the size of a lemon. That’s after it had been pulled free with a sharp, uncomfortable tug. How much larger had it been inside me? I’d be afraid to guess.
We ate then, as the dog didn’t want me to clean myself up. I’d tried to walk unsteadily to the bathroom, but he’d bared his teeth and growled at me. The kitchen was where he wanted me and we ate our pot pies in silence. I sat on the floor and used a fork, eating off a plate, while he ate his out of the tin foil it had baked in. By the time I’d finished my dinner, I had a pool of thin, milky cum on the linoleum between my thighs.
“Woof!”
“Ohhh … Again?” I frowned, but there was no fight left in me.
“Woof!”
He took me there, in the kitchen as soon as I’d finished eating. At least he’d been that considerate, having finished his dinner before me. I knew now what that particular bark meant and I slowly got on my hands and knees, presenting the dog with my vulnerable sex, and he mounted me easily. His cock found my hole immediately and beyond the tenderness of being recently deflowered, there was no pain at all this time. He pushed all of his penis inside me and pumped me for a long while, at least compared to our previous fucks. It took almost five minutes this time before he locked me up with the knot, and I’d already cum twice by then.
He rewarded me afterwards, as I lay exhausted in a puddle of our cum. The dog nudged me with his nose, giving me a bark different from the others, and I spread my legs for him. Evidently that was exactly what he wanted and I was soon lost to the unimaginable pleasure of having my bruised sex licked clean by the animal’s long tongue. The sensations were even better than the first time he’d done that for me and I had one orgasm after another until exhaustion overtook pleasure and I could stand no more.
I came one last time on his tongue and then I fell asleep, naked and flushed and stained inside and out with the hot semen of the dog who owned me.
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