My Best Friend Max

I was sitting at home, alone, watching MTV like I always do. The house felt empty. No kids, no boyfriend. My only company was Max, my Doberman-Rotweiller mix. He is pretty much a happy-go-lucky dog, the kind that would rather lick a person to death than bite them. Max is about 90 pounds, which makes playing with him rather annoying sometimes. When he gets the energy to play he can really throw his weight around, and while he doesn’t try to, every now and then he ends up knocking someone down and hurting them – startling them at the very least.David had been gone for almost two weeks now. His truck-driving job had been keeping him away longer than usual. The kids were with their grandmother. Summertime always drew them to their grandmother’s neighborhood where there were more kids their age to play with. They would go for a week at a time, at least once per month over the summer months. That left me at home with David, usually, and we never failed to take full advantage of that free time. But David was gone now and we were both unsure of when he was going to be home again. He promised it would be within the next week, but I wasn’t getting my hopes up.

On occassion I had gone to clubs in the last couple of weeks. Sitting around the house alone was driving me nuts, especially on my days off. During the day I don the hat of an interior designer. But in the afternoon to evening hours, when I’m alone at home, I go insane. Watching TV just doesn’t cut it after a while. The local club scene is very active with everything from techno to goth. And, of course, there are lots of guys always looking to get with the girls.

I’m a slight black woman: 31, 5’2″, 110 pounds, 38C breasts, a tight ass and nice hips. Not bad for a mother of four. I had the fortune of having all my children by the time I was 26. That gave me the last five years to work my figure back into what I wanted it to be. I always enjoyed making David’s head spin when he came home from work by wearing something sexy and different that accentuated my body. He, of course, was always eager to accept my sexual invitations later that night.

In the last week I was out clubbing I had met a guy named Tory. He was a gorgeous man, 24 – at least that’s what he told me – with a beautifully sculpted body. I had managed to get his attention and had flirted with him both on and off the dance floor. Lately, I had found myself imagining what it would be like to feel him on top of me, inside me, kissing me, sexing me. The way I felt around him, in afterthought, was like a high school girl, skiddish, flirtatious, curious. Sometimes I got butterflies just being around him and close to him on the dance floor. I’ve always liked white men; most of them seem to treat a woman better than any black man I’ve ever had experience with. Tory was just the way I liked my men.

Now I was watching MTV. As my mind drifted to my georgeous man, I really wasn’t watching TV at all. Watching the dancers in the music videos just reminded me of being so close to him. I imagined myself as one of the female dancers in one of the videos. A couple of times, when the male dancer would get close to me, it was my Tory and I would shudder as he breathed hotly on my neck or caress my supple body. Soon enough I found I was sitting on the sofa so wet that I had to get up to go change my clothes.

All the time I was watching the videos and dreaming of my Tory I had failed to notice Max. He was sitting off to the side of me when I finally decided to get up and change. There was what appeared to be a silly grin on his face as he looked at me with tongue out, panting. Max was leaning heavily on the front of the sofa with his body and looking at me while his tongue lolled lazily out of the side of his mouth. I grinned and leaned over, petting Max on his head. Then, as I leaned down to pet his body, I realized why he had that stupid grin on his face. There it was, thick and pink and long, stretching out of its sheath and pointing up at me. I guess I never realized how big Max’s dick was until then. He had stopped panting, his mouth closed and he just stared up at me as my hand petted down to his body. I was sure he was wishing I was closer to his member, but that wasn’t going to happen.

As I kept petting Max he would occassionally lick me on the arm of the hand that was petting him. He would make little whimpering noises and look at me sheepishly. I couldn’t help but think, as I looked at his slightly throbbing member, that he had gotten that way because of me. Thiking about it for a minute I realized he must have smelled me when I got wet. He was thinking of me as a bitch in heat right now and wanted me to give him some! That thought sent a moment of anger through me as I processed the fact that he was thinking of me as a bitch. But that feeling passed rather quickly as I let myself realize that although he was a male, he was only an animal and was only reacting the way he instinctively knew how to react. I couldn’t really blame for that.

Then I found myself getting curious about how his cock felt. There was no way he was getting some from me, so that wasn’t an issue. In fact, the thought rather disgusted me. But his cock was bigger than any man’s that I had ever been with and I was curious about it. I got up and went to the kitchen to find a measuring tape and Max followed me, panting all the while. In one of the kitchen drawers I took the meausuring tape out and knelt down. Max was sitting and looking up at me again and licked my face as I knelt. I stretched the tape out and put the end of it at the base of Max’s cock. Again, he stopped panting and got a far-off stare in his eyes. When I stretched the tape along his length the tape read 11 inches. Then I dared to measure around Max’s cock. I wrapped the tape around the thickest point in his shaft and the tape read 6 inches. Max seemed to have stopped breathing now and licked his jowels as the tape unwrapped from his shaft.

As I stood up I unconsciously touched myself. The size of Max’s cock had gotten my juices flowing again. My hand pulled away soaking wet from under my short dress and Max’s tongue shot out and licked it as it passed by his face, startling me and sending a shiver through me at the same time. I began to get angry with myself for the thoughts I was having. This was a dog, and here I was having thoughts of that cock inside me, in my mouth so I could taste it, shooting its cum deep inside me. How could I have thoughts like that about a dog, a beast?!

That was when I decided to do it. I walked back into the living room with Max following close behind me. Stopping in front of the sofa, I turned around, faced Max and got down on my knees next to him. Max promptly sat down and licked my face. Reaching down, I took Max’s cock in my hand and began to stroke it up and down gently. Again, Max stopped panting and sat perfectly still. Then I leaned forward, opened my mouth and took the head of Max’s cock into my mouth. I was prepared to gag, thinking the taste would be horrendous enough by itself to prove to me that I was crazy for even thinking of doing this with a dog. But as I took that cock in my mouth and ran my tongue along it in my mouth, I realized that it didn’t taste bad at all. Max’s cock tasted rather good.

With that thought my body quivered and I knew I was wetter than I had been before. I knew Max must be smelling me by now and it was probably driving him crazy. I knew how much David liked it when I deep-throated him. David is 9.5″ long and the most I’ve ever had in my mouth at once. Once I got the hang of taking it all in my throat, though, I had hooked him for life. Now I was wondering if I could take all of Max in my throat. His cock only got thick near the middle, but at the tip and base he as much narrower. As long as that thick part didn’t get too far in my throat I would probably be alright, still able to breathe. I went down slowly, taking as much as I could. Then, feeling where I needed to adjust in order to take more of it in, I went up and down a few more times until I felt I could get more in. Once I got past that point, I found the rest slid down my throat fairly easily. I had it all in.

Once I had Max’s whole cock in my throat I came back up. This time, though, when I came up I realized Max was squirting something. I took his cock out of my mouth and looked at it. The squirt was a clear fluid; it wasn’t cum and it wasn’t urine, and it didn’t taste bad at all. Curious, I decided to just lick his shaft for a minute, tasting that new liquid. After I got used to its taste, and the fact that Max was likely going to have this come out again, I resumed sucking his cock into my throat. I enjoyed the feel of it as it slid all the way down my throat and then all the way back out. Max was whimpering now and he stood up on all fours. He squirted some more of his fluid in my mouth and I hungrily accepted it, getting wetter as he began to try to hump my mouth.

Getting up on all fours, I positioned myself so that Max could fuck my throat without hurting me. He would occassionally lift his leg as he humped, trying to stuff his cock further down my throat. After about 10 minutes of this, I heard a knock on the door. I wasn’t about to stop playing with Max, but I didn’t want anyone nosing around to be able to see what I was doing either. Getting up, I took Max upstairs to the entertainment room and ignored the person at the door. I took my dress off the, and determined to have Max fuck me.

Max looked up at me quizically and wagged his tail as he panted. I knelt down next to him, then leaned forward on my hands and leaned my body into his. Max didn’t need further coaxing. He promptly got up, went around behind me and mounted me. As his paws grabbed at my small waist, I was glad we had gotten Max’s nails clipped short. His weight leaned heavy on me as he thrust, missing his mark on the first few thrusts. Then, just as I was reaching back to guide his cock into my pussy, Max found that hole and pushed in hard. I gasped and leaned forward on the floor, the strength in my arms seeming to leave me all at once. Max hopped forward a little to push more of his cock into me. He wasn’t happy until his whole cock was forced inside me.