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

One Dog Doesn't Make Me A Bitch

... mouth you can press your whole face against the soft underbelly. That got him really excited and his knot inflated to a size my jaw could no longer clear, nor did I want it to. I wanted to spend the rest of my life choking on his cock and drowning in his cum. A dog wouldn’t get put down for killing a girl in this manner, right?

The second blowjob lasted over twenty minutes... I think. My pooch was rock hard, but he needed some time to replenish the reserves after filling half my stomach during our first session. He was able to bless me with another spectacular finish which I guzzled while cumming so hard, I was worried I had clenched his fur too hard and hurt him.

I stayed conscious enough to savor the last spurt of his second load, but my horny body couldn’t keep up with my hornier mind. I begged myself to keep sucking until the third load came out of my nose, but back-to-back orgasms and erotic asphyxiation took their toll and forced me to take a short break.

“She’s awake.”

“Good thing we didn’t have to give her mouth-to-mouth. Can you imagine?”

I woke up with sore lips, a full stomach, but an empty throat. Someone had sat me on a nearby couch. My lover was gone, maybe sleeping upstairs or taking a walk. I managed not to cry; wouldn’t want to do something humiliating in front of all my friends.

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you did that. Zander went to get his dog in case you want to suck him off too,” someone said to me.

See what I mean? You fall so ...

... hard for a dog that you’re willing to blow him in public and people think that kind of love can happen any...

Woah

. A jacked Great Dane sauntered down the stairs on long, powerful legs only needing half the steps. His flappy jowls, dripping with drool were dancing with each bounce, his untrimmed nail scratching up the wood, his silver coat shimmered in the party lights. My favorite song was playing.

“Whatever,” I said, hiding my wet crotch behind my hands and a layer of faked nonchalance.

The Great Dane knew what it wanted and didn’t bother to ask permission. Perhaps smelling my arousal, he jumped on me, put his front paws on the back of the couch, and began humping my face with a doggy cock even bigger than my boyfriend’s. He was such a bad boy and that was exactly what I needed in my life in this moment of insecurity. To save my eyes from getting poked blind, I opened my mouth wide and scooched back on the couch to align the unstoppable ram with the tender, bruised throat, telling myself my boyfriend, if that's what he still was, would never find out about this one-time slip-up.

My newly honed blowjob skills were useless against such vigor. This hot dog fucked my mouth like a pussy that owed him a treat. I felt so used, so violated, so fucking horny. I started cumming when his thick knot flatted my uvula and didn’t stop until I felt the chilling nose of guilt against my drenched crotch. I recognized that nose even with big Great Danes balls slapping the ...