‘Come on fucker, I’m gonna wank the jizz right of your fucking dog-knob !’ Prince just stood there taking all the filth Amanda could muster and apparently loving it all. ‘What a piece of fuck-meat you are’, she whispered. ‘You’re big and you know it, don’t you, you cocky bastard. I bet you know how to fuck don’t you ? I bet you’ve ruined many a poor bitch’s cunt !’
She lifted her other hand to carees the fat nut-sack then moved it round to play with the knot at the base of the shaft.
‘Oh fuck’ she exlcaimed feeling the firmness and size of it. ‘Lets see how much you can take…’, and she dragged her finger nails over the knot. Prince almost wailed at this but the pleasure from her other hand was enough to stop him jumping off the table. no bitch had ever treated him like this. This bitch was special and he knew it.
‘Come on fucker, be a a good boy for Amanda. Let Amanda see some jizz !’ She was working him with both hands now, soaked in precum up to her elbows, a pool of the stuff started to drip off the table. Her right-hand action was becoming so rough that spray started to fly from the head, splashing the front of her dress, drops splattering aginst her face. her nostrils filled with musky smell of dog-cock.
‘That’s a beautiful fucking cock you’ve got – bollocks like a fucking stallion. I’d like to try and take that fucking knot right up in my fucking twat and have you hump the shit right out of me. Make me your fucking bitch ! Plant that fucking puppy seed up my fuck hole, fucker!’
Prince was getting more and more agitated. The excitement and passion in Amanda’s voice working its magic on the dogs brain. Excitement. Passion. Nastiness. Let’s face it – Amanda was now just being fucking crude.
‘Ccome on, bastard’ she urged, ‘Give it up you fucker !’ But still the dog held onto his seed. Amanda was getting desparate. The doctor could return at any moment.
Then suddenly the torrent of filth from Amanda’s mouth ceased. Prince threw his head back. All that could be heard was a suckling noise – like a noisy baby at a bottle. Amanda’s lips had clamped onto the head of the dogs penis – her cheeks going in and out as she tried to milk the semen from the almost demented dog. He was virtually pissing pre-cum into her mouth and she drank it hungrily, taking all he could give. The taste was revolting – nothing like any man she’d ever blown, but she delighted in the filthiness of it all and wished there was a mirror handy so that she could see what a whore she looked, gagging on dog-cock, sinking the head into her throat, drool and doggy pre-cum dripping off her chin and down the front of her pretty summer dress. She was almost choking. She wished there was someone else there – another dog-lover, perhaps – to push her head onto the dog-bone so that she could throat him properly. But she couldn’t keep up the pace on her own and had to pull it from her mouth. She grabbed a chair and sat down by the table – the cock level with her face – and roughly pulled the dick out to the side, both hands now back on the job. The dogs hips started to buck.
‘Come on, you beauty – show me the fuck-wadd, show me the fuck-wadd, show me the fucking fuck-wadd, fucker !!’ She was almost yelling now.
‘Fucking unload for Amanda ! Spray me please, fucker ! Bust that fucking doggy nut! Bust that fucking doggy fucking nut for me ! Go on, blast me ! Give me all your fucking seed !’
The speed of the dogs hips increased. Amanda dropped one hand to her lap and fingered herslef through her dress – with the other she made a circle of thumb and first finger, letting the dog fuck her hand, alternately gently squeezing then relaxing to simulate the effect of a cunt agaisnt the skin of the dog-suasage. And then as the dog approached the point of no return, tightening the grip as hard as she could – knowing she must be hurting the dog, but not even caring . Only one thing on her mind.
‘Jizz, fucker ! Jizz, fucker ! Jizz, fucker!’ she repeated, her own orgasm building between her fingers as she now worked her hard clit – but she needed the dog to part with his cum to get her off.
And then its started – steady pulses through the length of the dog-cock, streams of thin watery dog-semen splashing the length of Amanda’s arm, spattering on her thin dress. jet after jet.
‘Oh fucking hell !’ she moaned. ‘sperm ! Beautiful fucking dog sperm ! Let it go baby ! Bathe Amanda in dog-jizz !’ Amazingly, after the first three or four blasts, the stream of jizz didn’t subside much it just kept coming. ‘Come on, baby, don’t stop ! Keep it coming – cream your fucking bitch ! Come on – cream your twat ! I fucking want you – yes I fucking do ! Inext time i want you in me ! In my fucking cunt – knot and all ! I want you to fucking wear me on your cock, fucker ! Pumping fuck juice up my cunt-hole ! Burying your fucking bone in my cervix, you fucking gorgeous freak. The spasms were dying down now – for both of them. As the dog’s discharge died down to a dribble, Amanda leant forward to suck dog-cum from her hand. The taste was exquisite – different from anything else – rich, gamey and satisfying – as she squeezed the last drops from the biggest piece of cock-meat she’d ever had her hands on.
Amanda now had the taste for dog-meat and she wanted more. Prince’s legs buckled under him in sheer exhaustion, falling in a heap on the table, his dick still being clutched by Amanda – the knot looking swollen and sore. He lay in a pool of his pre-cum and jizz. Amanda’s front was coated on dog-sperm. She stunk of the stuff…
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As Dr G said his goodbyes on the phone, Amanda buttoned up the overall at the front trying to hide the evidence of the dog-milking session that had just taken place. Prince lay contented – a dreamy look on his face.
‘Ah – all finsihed, I see’, exclaimed Dr G as he re-appeared in the consulting room.
‘Yes, doctor’ replied Amanda, tasting the dog sperm in her mouth as she spoke, but was thinking to herself – ‘Finished ? This, doctor is just the beginning !’
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Epilogue
At the Brown household Prince lay asleep in his backet in the kitchen. He’d just spent a leisurely 20 minutes licking his own privates, enjoying his own salty taste, and now wanted to snooze. Mrs Brown looked lovingly at him. It was nice that he was now back to normal, the swelling had gone down. he was no longer agitated constantly. He was a dog at peace with himself. She was about to sit down and have a drink with her husband to hear all about his day when the phone rang.
‘Good evening’, said Mrs Brown, ‘Who’s calling ?’
‘It’s Mrs Jones – the receptionist at Dr G’s vetinary surgery’ announced Amanda. ‘I’m sorry to bother you but I’m afraid we need to make another appointment with Prince.’
‘Really ?’ replied Mrs Brown, ‘The doctor didn’t mention that earlier.’
‘Er no, but we had the results of some tests back…’
‘Oh, I see’ said Mrs Brown.
‘Would it be possible to drop Prince off Monday evening at about 7 and leave him here for an hour or so ?’
‘Monday ? At 7 ?’, Mrs Brown sounded surprised. ‘But Dr G never has surgeries in the evening ?’
‘Er no, well, er, Yes, normally he doesn’t’, said Amanda, trying to sound cool and efficient. ‘But next week he wiill be – we are just tryng it out. It’s a new idea. Just a few select patients’ Amanda was trying hard not to babble.
‘Well, yes – I suppose I could drop him off’, said Mrs Brown, ‘But I wouldn’t be able to pick him up until about 8:30 – would that be OK ?’
‘That will be just fine’, said Amanda, ‘I’ll put in in the book. Thank You and Goodbye.
Amanda put the phone back into its cradle. Picking up her purse diary and opening it at the following week, she took her pencil and made a discrete entry…
‘7 p.m. – date with P’
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… to be continued…
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