We stood in silent deadlock. I needed to return to work. Clients were expecting me. That wasn’t going to happen until I’d settled Kane’s disappointment.
“Play ball?” I gulped.
Kane sprang at the backdoor, panting and quivering. I got up, and we spent another hour in the backyard. One of my clients fired me that afternoon. I didn’t care much. He had been a dick.
Following dinner and a streamed show, I retired to my bed. Kane jumped up and prevented me from sitting on it. I went to the bathroom and changed into a heavy nightgown. I had never been shy before about changing in front of Kane. He was at the door, when I exited. He gave that cold look to me again. He made me sleep on the floor all night long but woke me once to let him pee outside.
Joints aching, the next morning, I went to the bathroom and examined my knees. All that kneeling on hard tile was taking its toll. Suddenly Kane was outside the door, scratching feverishly and barking. I opened it, and he strode it. I wasn’t allowed to be alone in the bathroom.
I undressed in the shower stall and washed, quickly covering myself with a towel upon exiting. Kane hopped to his feet and ran his nose into my crotch! “Kane!” I despaired as he sniffled and nosed under the thick terry cloth.
My exasperated cry sent the dog back one step. He looked at me as if I had crossed a line. Kane uttered a low growl deep in his throat. I took a step away from him, unsure how to proceed.
Kane advanced on me with steady determination. His low growl continued, sounding like a sustained grunt of disapproval. I didn’t dare move further. He then, carefully, took the bottom of the towel wrapping me into his jaws and tugged.
My hands instinctively clenched it tighter, but doing so amplified Kane’s growl. I let go. He wrenched the towel off of me with a twist of his neck. The motion made his full, red erection wobble into view.
“I-I’m sorry.” I stood fully naked before the alpha.
Kane barked once, ending his growl. Then he snapped at my hand, lightly. His teeth merely indented my skin, but I realized he wanted me to bow. I bent my knees and crouched, slowly in case I’d misunderstood.
When I was half bent over and crouching until my knees nearly touched the tile floor, Kane scurried behind me and leaped. His jaws bit into my neck, and his weight sent me crashing to my hands and knees. My weak spirit succumbed to tears.
I had caused this. I blamed myself. Kane was frustrated by being unable to penetrate me properly, the last two times he mounted me. This time he would not be denied. My body flinched when his rough claws drew blood from my ribcage. He was not going to be gentle.
Kane moved his loins into position and began jackhammering my bare behind with his hard prick. In fact he was thrusting too fast to have a chance of piercing either of my rear holes.
His jaws tightened, and I tensed from discomfort bordering on pain. If I hadn’t acted instantly he might have driven himself into a sexually frustated frenzy, and potentially, seriously injured me. My right hand flew between my thighs and groped frantically for his raging cock. Catching it slowed him, as if allowing a chance to atone for my sins. I drew the thick member to my freshly washed pubes and placed the head where puffy, outer lips met. I was surprised to feel lubrication along the groove.
My beating heart thumped louder in my chest. I was about to give myself, almost willingly to a dog’s sexual demand. Tears continued to flow down my cheeks. I whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Sensing my proper capitulation and the opening to my sex, Kane rammed himself forward, stuffing his mighty tool through my wet slit. It stabbed into the inner orifice, my cunt, and began ravaging the length of it.
I yelled at his sudden and brutal motion. “AAAA!!” Soft cock, stiffened by a strong bone, pierced my body and ripped back out, repeatedly. My insides felt like they were being raked by a hot but slick fireplace poker. He was so strong and fast, fucking in and out, I couldn’t tell the difference between his bone and a man’s hard dick, except Kane’s was bigger and longer than the few men I’d experienced previously.
I wailed my abuse within a bathroom echo chamber. My piteous cries of shame pummeled my ears, cowing me lower to Kane’s canine dominance. His hips raced to finish inside of me.
He started to whine – almost a yowl. I shut up lest I provoke him further. It was a good move, I guess. Kane released my neck and howled for real, nearly deafening me in the loud room. His heavy, furry body rocked mine with eager heaves. He sounded victorious. “My bitch’s cunt is mine forever!” I imagined. I couldn’t stop my grunts and “Oofs,” as the once pet husky tamed me with a vigorous fucking.
Fully shamed and stifled, my guts relaxed, and my mind opened. The tranquility of submission swept into my senses. No matter how roughly Kane fucked me, I would take it, happy to be the bitch he relied on – to feed and play with him and take his aroused bone whenever it pummel my cunt. “Thank you.” I gasped between thrusts. “Oh, thank you, Kane – for making me your bitch completely.” Heat swelled in my loins as his cock stimulated my inflating clit. Slick juices squirted out from where the thick member pumped into me.
Seconds before, I was hurt and confused, resisting a lusty dog’s non-consensual assault on my naked body. All resistance quelled by a canine’s intense jackhammering, I grew thrilled to have a hot shaft of canine cock thrusting in and out of my awakening sex. His big cock rammed me fast and fully with each stroke. It bottomed out against my cervix, but that pain only increased my pleasure as I wallowed in total capitulation to a masterful stud.
Suddenly a hot, wet tongue began slathering my neck and ears with heavy slops. Kane was enjoying his bitch so much, he wanted to reward her. I grunted from an unexpected orgasm. “OHH, Kane. You make me feel completely used. I’m nothing but a cunt for you. Fill me up. Drill me hard.” I started babbling from the powerful emotions swirling within my heart.
My first cum subsided, and the bathroom was filled with human and canine grunts. The pain in my knees wouldn’t trouble me until later. Right then, I could only feel Kane’s prick surging in and out of my intensely aroused, fuck hole. “Your battering my cunt!” I blathered. His dick was getting larger inside of me.
Kane’s mouth paused. His paws gripped me tight and his hips hunched harder than ever, driving his cock to the very limit of my twat, grinding against my clit, and smashing my cervix. I cried out from his impact against the sensitive opening to my womb! But the pain was abruptly ripped away by an intense rupture of pleasure from my loins. “AAAAAHHH!!!!” I shouted. My body lurched from the incredible orgasm.
Kane held firm against my shuddering backside. He panted in my ear as his dick filled with blood as nature intended to seal him to a bitch’s inflating cunt. His cum boiled my depths like a fire hose blasting liquid fire. I would never get used to the difference in our body temperatures, except to be forever disappointed by cooler, human sperm.
The unrelenting gush of dog cum filled me and began squirting out around our half-proper connection. Hot cum ran down my thighs and spilled on the fallen towel.
Instinct caused Kane to release his paws and turn around, expecting his cock to remain embedded in his bitch’s tight pussy while his butt rested against mine.
The move was so sudden and instinctual, I reacted badly, lurching forward, thinking only to give him room behind me. Except the knotted prick flowing with hot cum plopped out of my drenched cunt. It sprayed the last of its ejacuate against my naked ass.
I grimaced and twisted my head around, certain that Kane would punish such a stupid bitch. His eyes calmly studied me as his own pleasure suppressed any such recriminations. He remained standing rear to my rear, now separated. His cock juice splattered dying seed across the condensation wet floor. Tablespoons of it oozed out of my hairy slit, expanding the rivlets down my thighs and soaking the towel.
Normally a knotted pair would remain tied for about half an hour. After two minutes of waiting, wondering if I should try to force Kane’s swollen knot into me, a fresh wave of shame shook away the vestigial traces of my joyous submission. I took the driest corners of the towel and wiped my thighs.
This caught Kane’s attention. His eyes sharpened, but he said nothing. When I tenuously crept away on my hands and knees, he merely watched through slitted lids.
Reaching my room I dropped to the carpet at the foot of my bed and trembled. I felt disgusting. Kane trotted in and jumped on the bed. Curling up, he licked cum from his finally satisfied prick.
I hated myself for falling a second time into my dog’s domination. I did not dare to confront his alpha position in our home. I’m not sure I wanted to, but submitting sexually to an animal was too unnatural for my limited experience. A voice in my head promised, “You will be trained.”
My tears helped me to fall asleep.
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