One Dog Doesn't Make Me A Bitch - Sex Stories

One Dog Doesn't Make Me A Bitch

... doubt lifted, and I was free.

I don’t think anyone noticed that one of my hands was jerking off the dog while we passionately traded saliva. And I might have walked out of this with my reputation only mildly tarnished had he ejaculated in my cupped hand for me to lap up in the bathroom later and maybe insert a jizz-coated finger or two in my pussy. But things played out a little differently. Still on my knees, still tongue-dancing with a dog while jerking him off, I fell backward from his weight being thrust upon my torso with little instinctual humps as if my hand was a brood bitch’s cunt. Our tongues parted in the fall, but my already homesick lips had a bigger organ to suck on in this new position.

It would have been animal cruelty to not finish what I so heavily started, leaving the poor thing red-cocked and blue-balled. I wasn’t worried about what the others said as they watched either amused or appalled; they had all disappeared when the kissing started. The dance floor carpet had transformed into a bear skin by the crackling fireplace of an isolated cabin, and the laughter was noisy owls hooting outside. Now on my back, hands gripping muscular back legs, my mouth had no hesitation when it spread its lips around the throbbing honey-glazed sex toy.

Inexperienced as I was, I thought pleasing a male was just a matter of sucking on the tip, but every hump drove the vein-streaked shaft deeper and deeper into my mouth until his knot bumped against my stretched lips ...

... and every thrust had me lubricating my own throat with a gag. The dog seemed to like it, and there was such a deep psychological connection between my mouth and pussy at that moment that I was on the edge of orgasm just from sucking doggy dick and gently massaging doggy balls.

The hump frequency increased and I knew what was about to happen. I was already cumming from anticipation when he unleashed who knows how many lonely days’ worth of puppy batter into my mouth.

His howls of ecstasy, I could feel them on my tongue through the vibrations of his cock. I was determined to suck and swallow every drop even as he constantly amazed me by his unending production of warm cream. Salty, sour, and with a hint of dog food; my new favorite flavor. If his love for me was measured in ejaculate volume, I was the love of his life. As he was mine.

The world started coming back into focus as the intensity of my orgasm faded. The cheers and jeers sharpened and I became aware of how many angles I was being filmed in. I wanted them to disappear again, so I continued sucking on my boyfriend’s cock, desperate to keep it from deflating and retracting back into his coat. The knot had ever-so-slightly shrunk so I took a chance and forced my lips around, trapping it like a ballgag behind my teeth. My throat plugged tight, it was impossible to breathe without pumping cum bubbles out of the doggy pee hole. And I thought I was in heaven before; so young and naïve. Once a dog’s knot is in your ...