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

One Dog Doesn't Make Me A Bitch

... underside of my chin. My boyfriend had caught me cheating. I wanted to plead for his forgiveness, to explain the misunderstanding, but had to wait for my lover to finish first.

I don’t know why I was worried; dogs are above human pettiness. When the husky started humping my leg, I knew it was his way to say he already forgave me. He was willing to share my mouth if it brought happiness to a new member of the tribe. I wanted them both inside me, and that’s when I remembered my onesie had a big-button butt flap. The rest of the night was a blur.

I woke up in the filtered morning light on a Husky’s chest, the softest of pillows. His spent cock had escaped my pussy, but I quickly guided it back in and felt his knot expand into my birth canal like an inflating balloon. He whimpered in pleasure as I began grinding against his cervix-deep cock. My body was trembling from exhaustion but the reason I woke up was also the reason I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. My Great Dane boyfriend’s cock was using my ass as a pocket pussy again. I cranked my neck to give his drooling mouth a morning kiss, then buried my tongue into my Husky boyfriend’s mouth to keep my moans from waking up the guests. From the sleeping ...

... arrangements, most of them had fallen asleep watching the show.

I couldn’t care less, at that moment. There’s no greater feeling in the world than licking a wet rugged tongue while two twitching cocks empty their balls inside your packed behind at the same time. They had given me that same feeling at least twelve times during the night, perhaps more than I mentally missed, unfortunately. I knew this moment wouldn’t last forever and that I would become a pathetic mess on the floor when the owners took their dogs back and left me gushing cum out of my gaping holes like a bleeding rabbit. That’s why I put all of myself into being the best meat a girl could be in this interracial sandwich.

The next day, some girl came up to me with pictures of her Golden Retriever like ‘Hey, what do you think of this hunk?’. First, I’m not single, obviously. I felt like I had made that fact very

publically

clear last night. Second, I don’t know what she expected; the stars had aligned for me to find my two soulmates in one night. I wasn’t going to fall in love with the equivalent of a random Tinder profile.

Wouldn’t you know it, though? That dog was really cute, enough to stir my loins. My favorite song was playing in my head.