Spirit’s hind legs were stuttering about, and his claws kept scraping the backs of my thighs. I could feel a tiny bit of blood rising from the claw marks. I instantly knew that I would have scars from this encounter, and the thought of being permanently marked by a dog fucking me gave me another unexpected orgasm. My voice cracked as I called out Spirit’s name, and just said “oh yes, yes”.
Spirit’s knot was now growing. I could feel it pounding against my pussy lips. He thrust harder and suddenly the knot was inside me. Spirit began shooting his cum in me and his dick was entirely trapped inside my womb. I was on my knees with Spirit on my back. I could feel him pulse as he injected several streams of cum inside me. I could feel it hit my cervix. I was in heaven.
After Spirit ended his orgasm, he stayed knotted inside me. I knew that this situation would not change for several minutes. John scooted up to me to have me service his dick as we both waited for the knot to subside. I gladly took John back into my mouth and continued slurping on his velvety tool. I loved the texture of his cock and was determined to have it inside me after Spirit was done. I had to get John nice and hard so he could pound me into submission.
After several moments, Spirit was able to pull out of me. It sounded like a cork being pulled from a bottle. And it felt to me like a bottle had just been pulled from my cunt. The dog sperm flooded from my hole and splashed on the concrete. I looked down and watched the remaining drips from my cunt hit the floor.
I swung my hips around and presented myself to John. I knew he would be ready to fuck me and I was really ready for him. I was ready for that big cock to be in me. John took the hint and rubbed the end of his dick on the gooey juice that was oozing out of my cunt. The combination of dog jizz and my squirt, made a slippery concoction for fucking. He swabbed the lube onto my asshole. I could feel his penis probe against my rosebud and then felt the pressure of it as his dick slowly penetrated me. I guess John did not want sloppy K9 seconds, because he did not hesitate to go for my ass. This was the second anal sex session that I was getting because of Spirit. I am a lucky girl.
John slowly penetrated my backside. It felt like he was jamming a rolling pin up my ass, but I took it like a good slut. He paused to let me get adjusted to his size, and then slowly pulled almost all the way out. He repeated the process of shoving it into me, pausing and nearly pulling out again. My rectum finally relaxed, and I felt the glorious fullness which comes from having a large dick up my ass. I could feel him shove it in, balls deep, and leave it there to savor the moment. I reached back and tickled his balls to let him know that I was fully on board with getting pounded. He read my signal well and grabbed my hips. He launched into a barrage of strokes, bottoming out in me, and almost pulling out each time. My ass was so tight on his dick that it felt like he was pulling me inside out. I wanted more of it. I heard John grunting my name each time he speared me. I looked back over my shoulder and could almost see his shape as he exploded inside me. I felt his spunk fill up my bowels. It suddenly was slicker for his cock to slide in and out of me. He finished unloading his sperm in my colon. I could detect the spurts waning but did not want him to pull out. I was savoring this slutiness.
The sweat pouring from his head and chest dripped on to my back. I was awash in his body fluids, inside and out, and was loving it. As his member began to retreat from my asshole, I readied myself for a new position. As soon as he pulled out, he collapsed onto his back. I quickly rotated around. His shaft was shiny with his cum and my butt juices. I did not hesitate to suck him clean. The slime smelled like ass but I was so turned on that I wanted that aroma all over my face. I smeared his slime covered shaft all over my face and neck. I sucked out the remnants of his spunk from John’s wilting shaft.
Both of us lay sprawled out on the concrete reveling in the fantastic sex that we had just experienced. I don’t know about Spirit, but I did not think it could get much better. John looked at me and just said “wow, You are fucking unbelievable”. I just smiled back and said, “you aren’t so bad, yourself”.
chapter 6
John and I got dressed without any further conversation. I guess we were both kind of in shock from what we had just done in the kennel. We both went our separate ways, after awkwardly kissing goodbye. I drove home slowly, to give myself time to process my current state of affairs. Having sex with a dog was still new to me and now on top of that, I fucked John too. This was almost too much to process. I had been in a nearly sexless marriage just a week ago, and now I have become a K9 slut, an insatiable sex partner with my husband, and now a cheating wife with my boss? Wow, what a turn of events.
I was sticky with sweat and cum. Both my pussy and my asshole were sore and tender. I had dried ass juice mixed with John’s cum on my face and neck. My hair was a wreck. I looked and probably smelled like a crack whore after a night of partying. And now I owed my husband an apology for lying to him about meeting my sister at the mall. However, I knew he would be relieved to learn that I would not be getting blackmailed by the shelter’s Director about the security camera footage. Well, at least I ASSUMED I would not be blackmailed by John. After the crazy and intense fucking he and I did at the kennel, I cannot imagine he would try to coerce me into anything further. Although, it was not like I would mind fucking him again. John was quite a lover.
I pulled into the driveway and went inside the house. It was dark and quiet. I found Frank sitting in the living room with a half-finished bottle of scotch in front of him. He stood up shakily as I entered the room. I knew I looked like I had been road hard and put up wet, but he and I needed to talk without delay. I would clean up later. Even in his drunken condition, Frank could tell immediately that I had not been ‘shopping’.
I gave Frank a quick summary of where I had been and why I could not tell him about it before I left. Frank was relieved but upset that my boss, John, had taken advantage of the situation and ‘made’ me fuck the dog again. I skipped over the details of my session with Spirit, and instead focused on the part about John fucking me too. It was important not to keep this part of the story from Frank, and to reassure him that we did not need to worry about the security footage. So, as I continued telling Frank about the rest of my evening at the kennel, he began to have a change in his attitude. He asked what it was like to suck John’s dick, and then to fuck him. When I told Frank that John fucked my ass, he went silent. Frank sat there, now realizing that a dog and another man had each fucked my ass and he still has never gotten to. Instead of being angry with me, he was angry with himself. “What a wimp, what a fucking loser I am. Everyone gets to do you in the ass, but I am not man enough to even try”.
That was too much for me to take. I pushed Frank backward on the couch and began kissing him passionately. “Frank, you are the most important thing in my life. I want to please you. You can fuck me any way you want, any time you want”. I stood up and peeled off my dress and began kissing Frank again. I worked my way down his chest, undoing his shirt as I went. I unbuckled his pants and slid them off him. His hard-on bobbed out of his boxers and I latched onto it with my wet lips. I suddenly was ravenous to have him.
After we were both naked, Frank pushed me down where my knees were on the floor but my chest was on the couch cushion. He got behind me and began feverishly licking my sore butt hole. His tongue felt marvelous against my hole. His fingers explored my pussy lips and he slipped two into me, curling them at the right angle to tickle my G-spot. He forced his tongue back inside my asshole, which was still gaping from John’s prick being in there. Frank’s soft, tender tongue made me completely forget my soreness. I felt a climax creeping up on me but wanted Frank inside my ass before I came. I looked back over my shoulder and pleaded “Fuck me, Frank. Take my ass. It is yours”.
Frank grunted in agreement and shifted his position so he could use what he had always wanted. Frank’s tonging had gotten me all slicked up. He lined up behind me. I felt the head of his dick lightly touching my rectum. I held my breath as he eagerly slipped in. Even though my asshole had been reamed out thoroughly by John earlier in the evening, there was no pain from Frank. He eased into me, balls deep, and held that position for a brief moment. He grunted, then pulled back out, holding on to my hips and began to slowly stroke in and out. I reached around with each hand and pulled my ass cheeks open so he could penetrate as deep as possible inside my rectum. I suddenly felt bonded to Frank as never before. The intimacy of having Frank fuck my ass was indescribable. I had a crushing orgasm.
Frank reached under my chest and grabbed a breast with each hand. He used them as handles to forcefully pull me backwards. Each time he pulled on my breasts, my sensitive nipples would get squeezed and I would have a mini climax. I could feel his erection throbbing. He kept pounding me mercilessly. I buried my face is the couch and savored every stroke. He carried on like this for several minutes, then let go of one breast. I soon felt two fingers slipping into my asshole along with his dick. I had no idea there would be room for more of him in me but he managed to do it. I felt incredibly full, and this made my inner slut really come out. I leaned back and hoarsely barked out “Fuck me Frank! Fuck my ass! Fist me, Frank! Fist me!” Then, accepting the challenge, he slipped two more in me. He was now fucking me with his dick and four fingers. Sliding them in and out of me in unison. It felt incredible. I came again, this time squirting all over the couch. I felt my squirt juices dripping down my thighs.
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