I went to the kitchen window, but I didn’t see Bruno in the yard. I walked through the kitchen and into the mudroom, but when I looked through the window, which gave me a view of the side yard, there was still no sign of Bruno. Where was he? Was he somewhere here in the house? Maybe I could get to my car and leave and stay with a friend until Michael got home? Gathering my nerves, I took my keys off the key rack and practically tiptoed to the front door, not wanting to alert him. Holding my breath, I opened the door and prepared to run to the car. Closing the door, I sprinted to the car, only to stop in mid-run when I saw Bruno lying next to the driver’s side door.
If I called for help, would anyone hear me or even come to my aid this early on a quiet, pleasant Sunday morning? Could I run to a neighbor before he caught up with me?
*****
Bruno dog fucked me three times on Sunday.
The first time was that morning as soon as he had herded me back into the house, he took me there in the kitchen, bent over the table with him behind me on his hind legs, his forepaws around my waist. When he finished with me, Bruno lumbered over to his favorite corner in the kitchen, where he lay down and proceed to lick himself, glancing over at me as he did so. When I pulled myself together and started up the stairs to go to my room, he quickly stood up and followed me. It wasn’t until he was confident I wasn’t heading for the front door did he relax and return to licking himself.
Bruno didn’t come near me again, and I had foolishly thought he was going to leave me alone after his morning fuck in the kitchen, but I was wrong. That afternoon while out near the pool reading, he approached the chaise I was laying on, stretched out on the deck next to me, and closed his eyes. Laying there watching him, I remember what a sweet, lovable animal he had seemed when I first moved in with Michael. What had happened? Had I done something that had made him change like this?
I snapped out of my reverie when Bruno began barking and pawing at my swim bottoms. I knew what he wanted, but I had had enough, damn it, this was a dog! I stood up and cautiously started walking toward the pool house, thinking if Bruno followed me in there, I would be able to close the door and lock him in. He started barking and snarling when I didn’t stop walking and even tried to pull away when he grabbed my bottoms so hard with his teeth that the waistband broke. As we stepped into the pool house, Bruno rose and grabbed me by the back of my neck with his teeth, his weight forcing me down and onto my knees. Having become familiar with my body over the last two days, he quickly found the hole he wanted, and with a hard thrust, drove his dog cock into my pussy. My body as if with a mind of its own squeezed down on his hard, demanding cock as he relentlessly fucked into me.
Then, it was as if his usual frenzied fucking slowed, and I could feel him inside me, his cock throbbed as he began to slowly fuck me, sliding in and out, going deeper. He groaned and nuzzled my neck, enjoying the feel of my warm, moist pussy loving his cock instead of the frenzied fucking he was used to. I reached under me and, finding my clit began to rub and pinch it as he fucked my pussy until I started cumming in multiple glorious orgasms. I could feel Bruno’s full, heavy ball sac slapping against my ass, as his attentions went to inserting his knot in my pussy. I somehow knew he did not want to hurt me, but by the firm, determined thrusting of his hips, I knew his instincts compelled him to penetrate my pussy with his growing knot . . . to get it the fuck inside me. With a keen animal instinct, Bruno sensing my pussy was ready to accept him, gave me a hard, forceful thrust, and pushed his knot inside me. It seemed easier to take him this time, and it didn’t hurt as much as it had the day before.
Bruno was now deep inside my channel, his shaft and knot enveloped by my soft, warm pussy. Bruno pressed forward, burying his full hard length inside me, slowly stroking . . . making love with his bitch, his mate. I pushed back against him and came again hard and wet on his beautifully engorged dog cock. Bruno put his weight on me to hold me in position and gave a final hard thrust and drove himself further up inside my pussy where he exploded, covering my pussy with his hot cum. For the next several minutes, I orgasmed each time he spasmed, sending his semen into my pussy.
We lay knotted in the dim, cool pool house for a long time until Bruno was able to pull out. When he finally withdrew, his cum began to drip from my swollen pink pussy as soon as I stood up.
“Good boy, Bruno . . . good boy,” I softly said as I kissed the top of his head and scratched behind his ears before we turned and walked back to the house. I don’t know how or why, but something had changed between us. I no longer felt afraid.
When we got to the house, I got him food and water, and later, on the back deck, I gave him a bath, paying particular attention to his underbelly and sheath. As I bathe him, I stroked and rubbed his sheath, and his huge purple-veined cock slowly became visible. For the first time, I leaned forward, and he let me take him into my mouth. It felt pleasantly warm and kind of rubbery. I licked away the leaking pre-cum that had beaded on the tip of his cock and gently sucked him, and from the way he tilted his head at a now familiar angle, I could tell Bruno enjoyed what I was doing.
That night, Bruno climbed onto my bed, and with me lying naked on my back, I spread my pussy lips for him and closed my eyes as he eagerly began to feast. Perhaps my menstrual scent and taste aroused him more than he could ignore, I don’t know, but Bruno started to go down on me (when a dog does it, is it still referred to as “going down”?). With his long, wide, warm tongue taking care of me, he brought me to orgasm several times, and I loved it, wanted it, and wanted him. Things were different between Bruno and me. Laying there next to me, I had a sudden urge to pleasure him, and I scooted down in the bed and took his swollen, leaking cock into my mouth. I could taste the salty, thin, fluid in my mouth, and as I suckled his dog cock, I could hear Bruno begin to whine and whimper when he began subtly trying to hump my mouth. I didn’t want him to knot my mouth, and after a few minutes, I got on my knees and presented myself to him. Bruno mounted me and quickly exploded, filling me with his essence.
*****
I woke Monday morning with the bright sunlight streaming through the partially open curtain. I stretched and sat up in bed feeling happy, emotionally, physically, and sexually . . . happy and contented. I looked toward the bedroom door when I heard Bruno in the hallway. He came into the room and climbed onto the bed next to me.
“Good Morning, Bruno,” I said.
“Michael will be home today, so sadly, this will be the last opportunity for us to be together,” I said, my voice sounding sad.
As if he understood what I was saying, he nuzzled my neck. Sensing my mood, Bruno lay down next to me, resting his head against my thigh as he looked up at me. He was a handsome animal, and as he comforted me, I absently ran my fingers through his fur, rubbing his chest and his underbelly, my hand slowly moving to his swelling sheath. I could feel the size and strength of his thick cock through his sheath marveled at its length and girth as it became fully erect and pulsed in my hand.
Seeing his fully exposed cock, I wanted this beautiful animal to fuck me, and I knew he wanted his human-bitch just as much.
Bruno stood up on the bed, and I sat for a moment admiring his handsomeness, the way his impressive cock hung between his legs. I eased off the bed and knelt on the floor, my head lowered in a submissive position with my bottom up, pussy wet, pink and swollen . . . ready for him. Once in position, Bruno jumped off the bed and began licking me, and when he was sure I was ready for his penetration, he mounted me. He gripped the hem of my nightshirt with his teeth and possessively pulled me closer to him. His muscular hips began pounding at me as my pussy milked his cock. After making me cum for the second time, I could feel my legs trembling, and despite Bruno’s snarling, I pulled myself up on the side of the bed for support. Bruno was again intent on getting his knot inside my pussy. He held me down, bent over the edge of the bed, as he continued to fuck me. Pumping into me, assaulting my pussy with his huge thick cock, spreading my pussy open wide enough to accommodate the entry of his swelling knot. Finally, he was inside me, and as his thrusting became more controlled and insistent, I could feel his knot throbbing and pulsing deep inside until the exquisite gush of hot cum flooded into me. Bruno continued to give me spurt after spurt of cum until he had finally drained himself.
While we were knotted, I began crying at the thought of Michael returning and my not being able to be with Bruno this way. My crying upset and concerned Bruno because he began pulling to free himself though he wasn’t yet small enough to withdraw comfortably.
“Bruno, Bruno, stop, stop you’re hurting me,” I said. He turned and looked at me with his large, beautiful, caring eyes.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” I said, trying to sound reassuring as I stroked and softly murmured to Bruno until thankfully, he calmed, and his cock slipped out of my pussy.
Bruno and I had sex one more time before Michael got home. The morning flew by, and after lunch, I had gone into Michael’s “man cave” to air it out, and Bruno, who had been trailing behind me most of the morning, had followed into the room. As I busied myself, Bruno watched me with an obvious erection emerging from its sheath. He came and stood in front of me, and I knew what he wanted. I took my jeans and panties off and stood in front of him naked from the waist down. Bruno crossed the room and pressed his nose between my legs and began to lick me. As he brought me to the verge of cumming, my phone began to ring. I didn’t answer it, so caught up in what Bruno was making me feel. The phone started to ring again, and the moment was finally broken when I looked at the id and saw it was Michael. Just as I answered the call, Bruno’s tongue pushed me over the edge into a gut-wrenching orgasm, and I gasped and covered my mouth when I involuntarily called out Bruno’s name at the peak of my orgasm.
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