The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3

... small hole which was still what my anus was like, thankfully. As he had before, he growled if I whimpered, his teeth bare against my back, and I bowed my head, while his cock worked like a piston in and out, his hind legs bashing me as he fucked, and his ejaculation beginning as soon as he had fully knotted with this man-cunt he liked to be master of. I bit my lip, as he hurt – not his size, just his sheer male power driving into me, and the big knot so fat inside, and his semen pumping up from his balls could be felt like a water pump on and off, swelling a hose and relaxing before the next pump. On and on he went, surely his semen was finished, and he would start to soften and pull out, but this time he didn`t; he just pushed on the side of my back to roll me down and twist over him, and he stayed in me, his muzzle and mouth coming up for the obligatory kisses I had to shower on him, to show him my submission, his domination, his ownership. But he didn`t release me, or pull out, and it was a long time to be stuck together; the only concession he made to my comfort was allowing me to release my sucking of his tongue and playing with his mouth, and he stood up on his forepaws, either side of my body: just stood there, looking at me, inside me, waiting…waiting for what: until he cared to fuck me again, I assumed, but not allowing another male to take his place. The grey/black was still there, close by my side, and he shuffled closer, eyeing the black, who seemed unconcerned ...

... when the smaller dog nuzzled at my mouth and licked my face, very gently, as if soothing me, and I fell in love with him at that tender show of affection and caring from him. I stretched an arm out and cradled him, kissing him, but used my other arm to stroke and fondle the black, not wanting to cause jealousy or a fight, or bad feelings between them. When my hand stroked the black`s belly, and down to his sheath, this seemed to arouse him – not my intention – and I felt a spurt of juice come from him inside, and he began again, and I softly groaned into the grey/black`s mouth as the pain flared, and his muzzle closed around my tongue and lips as if to hide the groan from being heard. The black was back into his strident fucking, his cock, not even softened before, quite a masterpiece of staying power, and his semen reproduction recuperative powers rather remarkable, and the stronger spurts began, pushing the previous deposits up my rectum, where I smiled at the memory of the grey/black`s cock being there already. It was quite a while, but this time the black finished and let his knot and shaft slip out, back and away, and I hope that was enough for him, with me at least, for today. The grey/black never left me, but when no more dogs came for my arse, I said to him “time to go; it`s been enough for today” and I reached for my clothes in the corner, ready for dressing. The grey/black watched me, and waited. I took my clothes and went out, naked still, away from the lean-to, and ...