The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 1

... time. Perhaps he had just had sex, but it seemed he was spurting the watery juice for longer, taking longer to tie with me, and just fucking me longer this time. I reached back with one arm and fondled his ears and face, down his fur and under him to his barrel chest. He seemed to like this and thumped his cock in me, stopped biting and slurped at my neck now, pushing my wet hair aside as if it tickled him, and now his knot entered, and his cock extended fully and, once locked, he gave me the biggest load of sperm and semen I`d yet had from him – I was sure – and he went on and on, stepping from leg to leg, hunching and driving into me like a piston, and his jets stayed strong and stronger, and they hit way inside me it felt like, as I moved my hips and pulled him to keep the flow coming. His son was beautiful, and my Lover; the Father was a dominant sex partner without romance, but he certainly could fuck me! He could also leave me bereft, when he had finished, growling away my attempt to lick him clean, doing so himself quickly and heading to the door, looking back at me as if to make sure I had the message: when he wanted, I was his. I bowed my head in obeisance. I went for another shower, vaguely thinking the water bill would be up this month, and was ...

... adding cream moisture to my face, and my arse, when my wife came home. “Why don`t you turn the light on” she said, turning on the middle room light; “because I don`t need it on to shower or brush my hair; it`s hardly dark yet, anyway: you`re early” and I stepped out to get my shorts from hanging on the chair at the dining room table. She looked at my cock, hanging down, and it twitched. “Linda was right” she smiled, as I wondered who `Linda` is; “she said this morning your cock looks good enough to eat, if not have fuck her; as I just said: she was right, it does look good, husband.” I didn`t respond; I needed to live in this house, needed her to sign papers for me to stay in the country year after year, and didn`t want to antagonise her. “So, these complimentary words mean what exactly, my wife” I asked her as I stepped into my shorts. “They mean Linda was right, and if I need a man to fuck me sometimes, I expect it to be you, without complaint, and if I ask you to fuck one of my friends, I expect you to do so without complaint also…” “And I would do this because….” “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.” (End of Chapter 1….)