The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3

... needs doing I said to myself – and gingerly washed my upper body, shampooed, even shaved for some reason, but then had to climb the stairs for new house shorts and going out clothes. I put my own antiseptic cream on, but didn`t cover the scratches, and was bending over to pull my shorts on, when my sister-in-law came to the doorway, and walked in. “Oh sorry” she said, standing there, just looking at me, and not appearing at all apologetic. “She`s not home yet” I said, and she nodded, “I know, she will be soon, but I wanted to ask you: where`s the dog gone?” `Oh, she`s been fucked by that cock, and wants more` I thought. “When I came home last night, he wanted to go, so I drove him home” and shrugged my shoulders, wincing. “Where`s his home, and what happened to you?” I shook my head, “Trust me, you don`t want to know, or go there, and I won`t be going there again. When I let the grey/black out, a big black seemed to be friendly, but he decided I was ripe for rape, and he was very rough about it” changing the facts somewhat, but deciding not to admit to going there several times, and being fucked numerous times. But that was self-denial, and she asked then about the puppy my wife had told her about…. “If you want a dog, just be friendly to them in your soi; you`ll soon find any who are interested – when they stick their muzzles in between your legs, and lick your ...

... panties, or no panties, and when you see their cocks poking out; you`ll be fine, and word will spread among the dogs.” The talk of dogs and their cocks, and her panties or no panties, was arousing my own cock, and it too was poking out, though covered by my pulled-up shorts somewhat. I turned to the fridge to get a beer, and she said behind me “if I can`t find a dog`s cock tonight, could you help me” and her hand wrapped on my cock, enlarging it further, and she said “you are thicker than the dog.” This, my sister-in-law, with whom I had never had much rapport, let alone anything more intimate than a friendly hug on her Birthday! My wife walked in then, and her sister released me, and I quickly went into my bathroom with my shirt and other shorts and struggled to get them on – but didn`t want to have to repeat the story of the scratches. I left them then, deciding to drive my car the short distance for my beer, but deeming this less painful than walking or cycling. Only the daughter was there, and she asked about my scratches, and then she told me to sit and got my glass, ice and a bottle of beer, and I fidgeted to a position comfortable enough, and opened my book. I was alone reading, and alone at home, and alone all night…. Epilogue: The next morning, I was fine, and my cock zapped in my shorts when I glanced out and saw a dog walk up the soi…. (End of Chapter 3….