The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3

... you selfish male` Perhaps he hadn`t fucked since I left earlier in the afternoon, but now he was making up for it, and he pounded me so fast, my body was jerked like a rag doll in front of him, and his paws became pincers to hold me against him, and his claws were sharp and out, digging into my sides as his growing cock thrust into my body until he began ejaculating, and I felt it hitting up inside me, each jet hurting even, and he was thicker than the dildo, and spread my anus and rectum wider, and did his best to fill the space with his creamy sperm – and I had created this space in my shower a short time ago, wanting to be finished as a vassal, and vessel, for this day. He didn`t want it to be finished. Pulling out, his muzzle thrust my back so I knew to turn on my side, and he came behind me, slumped down, his belly against my back, and his jerking prick, came back inside me, and, with a rush of emotion, I thought: `he wants to cuddle me and make slow love`. How wrong I was again, adducing such tenderness to him; he was just banging back inside me from a new angle, and his muzzle pushed at my arm until I leaned it back, found his haunches, and helped him stick to me while he just fucked, helping him to get to a finish by trying to push my pelvis back at him. I was panting, but never groaned, the tears from my eyes the silent feelings at this brutal treatment. When I felt him easing off, his spurts inside me dribbling, I hoped, I prayed almost, he would soon leave… He ...

... didn`t; he stayed locked, and his only concession was to stop his forepaws nails clawing me, and instead wrapped a paw over my chest, holding me – like a prisoner, I felt, but not like a lover, except in his own mind maybe. Was he asleep; could I escape and run, even naked, to my car? Instead I slept, only stirring when he began again, but I just left him to do what he wanted, what he demanded, and my brain shut down, trying to take my body with it, anywhere to not feel this male who, even more than owning me, even more than having my arse joined to him by a rope he controlled…this male who could just fuck me at his whim, well, he had me allowing it all. He was my keeper, and I was his to keep, whenever I came here. So, of course, the answer was: never come back. That spectacularly unoriginal idea could not be put into practice until he finished with me this night, and he seemed to be taking perverse pleasure in my pain, and the night was well advanced when he crawled off my back again, and out of me – the latter more importantly. I fell down and slept, even though my brain`s last thought was: get up and go…. When I did, it was to struggle into my shorts, no shirt: I held that to my bleeding, still, ribcage, and in the car, held it there until I was settled, so blood wouldn`t get on my leather seats. In my village, at 02.24, my shop owner waved her arms at me to stop; I groaned – she is never awake at this hour normally…oh, her 2 children are away… but did stop, my hazard lights ...