Again, another wave is rising. I can feel the orgasm build higher, and higher. This time, my clit is pushing me, but the whole experience, the breeding, the feel of his hard body and huge dick stretching me out is so much. I feel my clit growing freakishly sensitive, and I can’t stop myself. I need to cum again.
I feel his heavy knot throb against my g-spot, and my dam breaks. I lose myself to the orgasm. My hips buck, but his dick remains tightly lodged inside of me, loosing more and more continuous throbs of his sperm, breeding me.
I buck again. My lips are sensitive, my nipples are hard and the pool of cum has reached them, coating my tits with a light layer of our cum. I see this as my body bucks with pleasure. As I moan in delight. As I submit to my orgasm, and his need.
Breathing heavily, I lay down my face and my arms on the mattress. Despite being spent, I can feel another orgasm slowly building. Despite the overwhelmingly physical pleasure I am experiencing, this orgasm is more cerebral.
It’s an undercurrent from feeling his hot sticky sperm invading my womb. Of feeling his soft pointed dick head pressing and massaging against my cervix. I know that when a woman orgasms her cervix widens and stays widened. With his knot holding my lips tight, little of the massive amount of his cum leaves my pussy. Cum, despite being composed of millions (or in the case of dogs, billions) or sperm, acts like a liquid. A hot, thick, sticky, liquid – but still, a liquid. And like any liquid, it seeks the path of least resistance. And dog sperm, is much more liquid than that of a man.
With my lips sealed by his throbbing, fat knot, the size of a tennis ball, the path of least resistance is my widened, welcoming womb.
I can’t help but imagine the billions of sperm entering my womb, the flood of his cum invading my space, seeking to impregnate me. Even if they fail, billions of his sperm will continue to writhe in my womb for days, hunting for an egg to penetrate.
At the gym, at work, while walking, I will have his sperm inside of me, sealed when my cervix closes, only to leak out slightly every day. No one would know that the woman sitting across from them has her dog’s jizz drooling past her lips. And this excites me.
With my face pressed against the mattress, exhausted, mouth agape, I feel his fat dick throb inside of me again. From his balls pulling up to eject another hose of his cum, to the base of his shaft, against my tightly-stretched lips, to his bulging knot stretching me, forcing my g-spot to pleasure, to his wide member shuddering inside of me, to the tip of his dick spraying another forceful rope of his cum directly against my cervix. To my widened womb, welcoming his babies, begging for his sperm to impregnate me.
I shudder and groan. My hands reaching back to hold the back of his legs tight against me.
I read online that while animals cannot impregnate across different species, there are a few exceptions. Humans and dogs aren’t one of those exceptions, but the sperm will try regardless. And with billions of sperm entering the egg, a woman’s egg would be fertilized by her beastie lover’s cum, and begin to multiply, creating their baby inside of her. However, because of different locks and keys and genetic mismatches, the budding life will fail, and her egg, after having been impregnated, will become infertile.
I turn my head to look up lazily at my large lover, imagining his pups growing in my womb. It’s a fucked-up thought, I don’t actually want it, I think, but fuck it gets me hot. My hand reaches down and lovingly massages against my womb, imagining his sperm flooding my egg, penetrating it, and impregnating me with a life we would create together. My hand comes back, soaked in the drooling trail of our cum.
As I begin to trail my fingers down to my clit, the thoughts of being bred by him, of not just being his bitch, but his breeding bitch became too much. With my fingers hovering just above my clit, I feel my orgasm build, hard. And I quickly plunge the base of my palm against my clit, with my fingers splayed against his fat knot and my stretched lips. I press hard, and feel the pleasure pulling, pushing, building, and…
Before it I can erupt in orgasm, I feel Brutus adjust himself, he pulls his paws off of my hips, now covered in his scratches, and pulls his leg over my ass. In doing so, his knot pulls against my lips, stretching me harder, and applying a new pressure against my g-spot. His dick squishes against my cervix in a new way, and my orgasm builds higher, harder.
His leg comes around and he sets himself against me, pressing ass-to-ass. The way a dog breeds a bitch. In this position his knot pulls harder against my lips, my g-spot is being pressed on directly, and my cervix is experiencing a harder, more needful pressure from the head of his dick. In this position, I truly am his bitch.
I groan in abject pleasure, feeling his knot tugging at me, feeling his sperm invading me. Feeling his need pouring inside of me.
My pussy quivers against the palm of my hand, shuddering against his huge red dick and sucking in more of his endless sperm into my womb. My left hand grips the covers hard, and I bite down on the mattress, suffocating the loudest orgasm yet. A roar or pure pleasure, of submission, of fulfillment.
I lay there, utterly spent, but still, feel an undercurrent of pleasure building inside of me. I could fuck and cum with him endlessly, we’re so well matched. But after all this time, after glowing for minutes in the effects of my latest orgasm, I can feel the pressure of his knot begin to lessen.
I hadn’t realized it, but we must have been fucking for slightly over thirty minutes, all in the blink of a blissful eye.
As his knot begins to decrease, I can feel a pressure as the huge quantity of our cum in my pussy seeks an outlet. Before I know it, I feel a wet and heavy spring erupt from the seal of my lips and his knot, exploding with throbs of our cum. It runs in waves, with spurts splashing between my thighs, against his legs, along my belly, and on the underside of my tits.
I reach my left hand down in a cup under my lips as his cum flows out of me, and the cum that has pooled in my cupped fingers quickly overflows. Being a naughty bitch, I take the puddle to my mouth and sip it, before licking my hand clean. I wanted to taste him, to taste us, and fuck, I love our taste.
I hear him huff, a happy noise, and feel him tugging against my lips, resealing them with his knot. The pressure he applies while pulling away from me is just pleasure. My clit gets sensitive again at the stretching he forces on my lips, and I grin happily to myself as I watch my lover between my legs. As he pulls back from his tugs, more of our cum slips down, coating the bed in an actual puddle. It’s absurd the amount a dog can cum, especially a large one.
With a loud and wet pop, his knot stretches past my lips and is pulled out of me. I bite my lips at the pleasure and the pain, and the emptiness I start to feel at his passing, only to be startled again as a larger torrent of our cum flows, like an actual small waterfall, down my pussy, onto the bed.
His heavy, red dick falls out of me with a long and slow pull. It’s easily 8.5 inches long still, and while his knot is shrinking, it’s obviously huge. I lay there in bliss as he turns around and sniffs my used pussy before he lets out a long, lingering lick against me. I shudder from the attention, my clit and lips still, so sensitive, and so pleased.
He is my lover, and he is strong, and he is gentle. He is dominant, and he is needing, and I am his.
I am His bitch.
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