Soon the dog wanted to pull his cock out of Lydia’s cunt, but with her
orgasm having tightened her cunt and his big knot still inside her he
couldn’t get away. Classically, he moved around until they were arse to
arse and he stood there tugging his cock until his knot had reduced enough
for it to plop out. As soon as it did it was followed by a big gush of
doggy spunk that began to run down Lydia’s inner thigh. She reached back
and scooped it up on her finger and licked it off. I was also treated to
another show of her cleaning her cunt by crouching down and scooping the
copious amount of spunk out of her cunt and feeding it to herself on her
fingers. Stunned by the display I slipped away and went to the office.
A few days later I decided to come home for lunch. I was hoping to find
Lydia horny and “discover” spunk in her cunt as I had watched her being
fucked again that morning, before diligently cleaning her cunt. This was
obviously part of her ritual and I wondered why she did it.
When I got home I parked around the corner and went through the side
gate. I didn’t expect to see anything going on as I had already seen her
being fucked a few hours ago. I could see Lydia standing at the sink doing
the washing up. Her shirt must have been done up because I couldn’t see
her big tits. Then I saw the dog walk into the room. He walked straight
up behind her and put his nose up her shirt, lifting it above her arse. I
swear he prodded her between her legs with his nose to make her part her
thighs. I was gobsmacked when she opened her legs, pushed her arse out and
carried on washing up as the dog licked her cunt from behind. From this
vantage point I could see the dog’s cock growing as he licked her. I must
have been 9″ of rigid pink doggy meat! His tongue was working its magic
too as I saw Lydia had stopped washing up and had lowered her head onto her
hands on the front of the counter so her back was flat and her cunt was
more available to the busy tongue. I couldn’t believe she was being
brought to another clitoral orgasm by the dog. It was only a few hours ago
that he had fucked her and filled her cunt with his spunk. I saw her arse
start to lift up and down as she approached her orgasm and could see her
face go red as it reached the point of no return and she screamed out loud
with the force of the orgasm. This time she wasted absolutely no time.
She dropped to the floor and put her hand out for the cock. The dog
shuffled forward until his cock flopped into her hand and she greedily fed
it into her hungry cunt. The fucking was as frantic as it had been each
time I had watched them. I could see that Lydia had several orgasms before
letting the dog get his knot inside her tight cunt. I continued to watch
until I knew he had spunked and that they would be knotted for 5-10
minutes.
I walked round the side of the house to the front. I took out my key
and put it noisily into the lock. I opened the door and called out “Honey,
it’s such a nice day I thought we’d do lunch” as I walked into the kitchen
and found her knotted to the dog. She had her
hands over her eyes and she was whimpering “No…, no….” over and over,
followed by “Sorry, I’m so sorry….”. I walked up to her and lifted her
head with my hand. I pushed her hands away from her eyes and told her to
open them. She did and saw my rigid cock was millimetres away from her
mouth. She opened her mouth and I slipped my cock in. She sucked my cock
deep into her mouth, then swirled her tongue around my glans, then she
bobbed up and down on it before she swallowed it. I was in ecstasy. Her
mouth was doing wonderful things to my cock and I knew she was trying to
work out in her head what she was going to say to me when I had finished
fucking her mouth and the dog managed to get his cock out of her cunt. By
now they were arse to arse and I could feel the tugs as the dog tried
to pull his big cock out of her. It came out with a plop just as I flooded
her mouth with my spunk. I saw her gulp as she swallowed my hot spunk,
then her hand went down between her legs and I knew she was about to start
her cleaning ritual as the spunk was already running down her thighs.
Suddenly she remembered I was there and stopped; her hand was holding her
cunt, stopping the doggy spunk from dripping on the floor tiles. I took my
cock out of her mouth. I didn’t want her to know that I had been spying on
her; neither did I want to stop seeing the sight of her scooping the spunk
out of her cunt and licking it off her fingers.
In a moment of sheer brilliance I told her to stand up. She stood in
front of me, still holding the spunk inside her cunt with the palm of her
hand, her magnificent breasts were rising and falling, she was still
panting from the energetic fuck. I told her to back up to the fridge, then
to crouch down with her legs wide apart until her arse touched the tiles.
Then I told her to scoop the spunk out of her cunt and lick it off her
fingers. She did as she was told and I wondered if she was relieved or
shocked that I had told her to do exactly what she would have done had I
not been there. As soon as she was “clean” I told her to stand up. I sent
her off for a shower and to dress to go out for lunch so we could talk.
I sat in the kitchen, watching the dog lick his cock and balls, until
Lydia came back down. Her hair was still a bit wet. She looked fantastic.
She had on a silky dress that was tight enough to show off her magnificent
tits but loose enough for them to be able to bounce around. Her erect
nipples left me in no doubt she was braless. I knew she was knickerless too
because she doesn’t have any. She did a little pirouette to show me how
her dress would fly up and show off her naked shaved cunt if there was the
slightest breeze. I stood up and took her in my arms and kissed her, just
to make sure that she knew that I wasn’t angry with her. Then I walked her
to the door, I turned back and saw the dog looking balefully at me. I
called him over and we all left the house together. We had to walk around
the corner to the car but Lydia didn’t ask why I hadn’t parked on the
drive. I held the dog’s leash in one hand and held Lydia’s hand with the
other as we walked along. By the time we had reached the car we had been
tooted at three times by drivers admiring Lydia’s naked bottom as her skirt
puffed up. It was a long time ago that I forbade her from holding a dress,
or a skirt, down in the wind. Initially she had found it a reflex and very
hard to stop, but gradually she had mastered it and now she could
completely ignore the feeling of the wind wafting between her thighs as her
dress came up to her waist, or higher, even if someone was walking towards
her and would not be able to miss seeing her naked cunt.
We drove out to a nice little pub that had low ceilings and booth
seating. I bought us drinks and ordered a light lunch. We settled into a
booth in the corner opposite each other, the dog went under the table
between our legs. We sat sipping our drinks, looking at each other in
silence until I broached the subject that was on both of our minds. “Why”
I blurted out “did you let the dog fuck you?” “Well, it was your fault
really” she said. “And how is that?” I asked. Then she told me her story.
“Well, you know I don’t have any knickers, and I only wear a bum skimming
shirt while I am at home. As, you know my cunt’s lips are always wet, and
most often one or both of us can smell my arousal. You know I am always
aroused! You know I can’t keep my hands off my cunt lips, and that makes
it worse because they just stay wet and I stay horny. Well one day, I was
in the kitchen cleaning the worktop and I dropped a spoon and it went under
the oven. Instead of pulling the oven out as I should have done, I got
onto my hands and knees and stretched my arm under the oven to get the
spoon. It was right at the back by the skirting board, but I thought I
could reach it. I sort of lowered my back and spread my legs a bit more to
get under the sofa, I had to get my head and my left should completely
under it in order to reach the spoon.”
I looked at her expectantly waiting for her to continue as she took a
sip of her wine. “Well, the position I was in must have left my cunt
completely open because before I knew it the dog’s cock was deep in my cunt
and he was fucking me hard before I could move. I tried to get out but I
was jammed up agaiinst the sofa and with the dog deep
inside my cunt I couldn’t move because of the weight of the dog. He just
fucked me so hard and so fast I was cumming all the time. I can’t begin to
tell you how good that first fuck was, even though it was a total and utter
surprise and I would never have let it happen given the opportunity to stop
it – honest, you have to believe me?.”
“So, what happened then?” I asked.
“I felt so guilty. Guilty that it had happened and guilty that I had
enjoyed it so much. I was terrified you would find out and that you would
walk in the door in the next minute and find me full of doggy spunk. So I
crouched, like you told me to today, and scooped as much spunk as I could
out of my cunt”.
“Then you licked it off your fingers?” I prompted.
“Yes, I don’t know why but when I had a scoopful of warm spunk in my
hand I smelt it and stuck my tongue in it. It tasted so good that I have
done it ever since”.
“So, how long have you and the dog been fucking exactly?” I asked. I
wasn’t prepared for her answer though.
“It must be about a year, I think” she said. To say I was surprised
would be a major understatement! I hadn’t even guessed. I hadn’t smelt
anything, nor had I felt anything different about her cunt, even though the
dog’s cock is longer and fatter than mine is.
“How often do you let him fuck you then?” I asked.
“Oh, as often as he wants really. He is quite demanding! Ever since
that first time he treats me like his bitch. When he wants to fuck he just
sticks his nose between my thighs to give me the message. Sometimes he
will lick my cunt until I come and then fuck me, or sometimes he just wants
to fuck straightaway”.
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