The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 2

THE DOG WHO BROUGHT DINNER & FRIENDS – Chapter 2 A total fantasy story written by one who has never had sex with a dog…but who would like to… Introduction: From Chapter 1: “Or I might report you having sex with dogs, complete with photos….do we have a deal, husband?” “We have a deal.” “Take your shorts off; I feel like being fucked by a cock.” Part 1 I took my shorts off, turned the light off, and went to her standing at the dining room table. I pulled her work shirt off her, unclasped her bar from behind, and reefed her pants and panties off. “Here” she asked, amazed perhaps at my brazen behaviour, but my cock hadn`t been used since last night, and if she wanted a fuck, I wanted it over and done with. My cock had risen to the sight of her tits, big beautiful breasts she had, and so long since I had had them in my mouth. “I love these” I said, “I couldn`t wait…” and I jammed my cock up her cunt, and dropped my mouth around her breast, my teeth nipping her nipples and my tongue licking and sucking as if she was one of my dog companions. She groaned, and her cunt produced fluids and I sent my cock hard up and deep inside her, while my major concentration, and lust, was on her tits. She was shorter than me, and I bent my knees and drove my cock up and in, my mouth never letting go of one breast or another, stretching them as I went down, filling my mouth to overflowing when I came up to hit her uterus with my full length, and bent her up and back over the table top. It was ...

... actually quite a nice fuck, but my thoughts were on my puppy lover, the flowing milk of his Mother, and the domineering cock of his Father. But I seemed to be doing enough, and I noticed her climaxing, again I thought absently, and when she muttered “oh god, enough…” I banged into her with all I had and let my balls fill her with the semen she knew was useless, but which gave her a 3rd, or continuance, of her orgasm, and she squealed, and held my face up to hers, and stuck her tongue in, her legs quivering, and her body shaking, and her voice a series of moans and almost dog-like yelps. Part 2 My wife stayed at the table for some minutes, recovering enough to say, “If dog sex makes you that good inside me, keep going, but wait until I bring my friends – as per our agreement!” I didn`t answer her, just returned to my bathroom for a rinse, and she went upstairs to shower, walking slowly, mumbling to herself. I didn`t want to stay at home – well, I did, but not if my wife was here without any of her lovers, so I dressed in my `going out` shorts and shirt, ignored underwear as I would have to go upstairs to my wardrobe in my wife`s master bedroom, and rode my bike the short way to where I drank beer and read my book, something I hadn`t done for days now. I got my own glass, ice, bottle and sat at my usual table, opening my book and lighting a cigarette, alone at this stage of the early evening: as I enjoyed it. Halfway through one page, a dog came nosing beside me; I didn`t recognise ...