The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3

... on, and pushed the button for the passenger side window to come down. She smiled, leaning in; “I`ll call you when the bitch comes for her puppy…what happened to you?” Staring at the blood, she said, “park the car and come in; I`ll fix you up” and she was as dominant as the black dog, so I parked on the other side of the road, and gingerly stepped out and across to her. “What happened” she asked again. “A dog raped me, several times” and that was the truth – the truth being better than lying - and she got me inside, where I sat on the step into her kitchen while she locked up this time for the night, and then she came and gently pulled me up and walked me inside. I lay down on the mat again, and I went to sleep, again. Part 8 “Here” she said softly, and put a mattress down and helped me move and adjust on to the towels she put on top of that; it was so comfortable, I was so exhausted, and when she pulled my shorts off, I felt nothing… I did feel the sting of something cold she put on the cuts on my ribs, and then bandages, but not enough to do more than feel her arm, caress it, and mutter “thank yo…” and I left the world at that point. Until, whenever it was, her naked body came to my own, and I automatically brought her into my arms, this gentle, soft side of her never seen before, and her little breasts were pressed against my chest, and she caressed and pulled, and finally had my cock aroused enough and she pressed me inside herself, and forced me fully in, and then rolled ...

... us so I was on top of her, and my ribs were off the towels and she gently cuddled me, where she said, whispering “now sleep, right here, for me, please.” It was morning, the light of the day outside coming in, and it was the owner`s daughter who came to check on me. “Oh you are awake; feel like a cup of tea or coffee?” “I should go home, and drink café there, shower” I groaned as I moved – thankful to find my naked lower half covered by a sheet. “Mae said she will need to change your bandages first, so please wait, and have a café; Mae will be back in 5 minutes.” “Ok thank you nong; I`ll dress and wash my face and come out” and I must have looked pitiful to her then, but perhaps slightly better 5 minutes later, hiding the pain the black had inflicted on me externally and internally, as best I could. When her Mother came, she un-wrapped the bandages, put on antiseptic cream and dressed the scratches, and I thanked her. She smiled and said “no, thank you; something came over me last night….your cock was just what I needed; see you for a beer this evening?” She didn`t phone me, so it seemed the lactating dog hadn`t re-appeared, and I spent the whole day lying down on my bed, reading or sleeping, or watching TV – with a glass, several bottles of beer, bucket of ice, the opener, cigarettes and ashtray, all to hand. By late afternoon, I was more mobile and less discomfited, and I badly needed a shower, so I pulled off the dressings, threw my clothes in the machine – there`s a load ...