MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5 - Sex Stories

MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5

... mouth. I reached down and let my hand glide through the soft fur on his belly… I didn’t have to go far before I felt the tip of his big doggie cock… I ran my fingertip over it… followed the rim around the fat head with a sharp, manicured fingernail… Mac whelped a bit and shifted position, he was now standing over me, his legs left and right of my upper body… I was still sucking on his tongue and my hand closed around the head of his cock… my god, I couldn’t even take the whole head in my small hand… but I could feel how wet and slimy it was… how it pulsed with each touch. I stroked him gently and Mac pushed his tongue all the way down my throat… I hugged him with my other arm and pulled myself up to him… I could feel his tongue filling my mouth, licking the insides of my throat. Mac pulled back, moving backward… I didn’t want to stop kissing him, didn’t want to lose this heavenly tongue in my mouth… but he drew back further… “Doesn’t he like it?”... further back… and then I looked down and saw what he was trying to do. He crouched on his hindlegs and my hand around the head of his cock was now resting just below my belly button. “You want to fuck mommy, Mac?”

Mac barked twice and gave my whole face a long lick, from my upper chest over my neck and chin, my whole face up to my hair line… my nipples got so hard they felt sore against the fabric of my dirty blouse. I helped Mac guide his cock to my pussy… I rubbed the head between my legs, smearing his slimy pre-cum all over ...

... my pussy… I felt a burning sensation down there, a burning that needed to be put out. Mac gave his cock a little push and looked at me… checking if I was OK… I nodded at him and kissed his wet nose. He pushed more… whelped… my panties were still in the way and it seemed he had pushed his sensitive piss-slit against the tight string of fabric between my pussy lips.

“This won’t work…” The way I was pinned to the floor, on my back, Mac’s legs left and right, one hand trying to guide him and the other hand grabbing the thick fur on the back of his head… no way I could pull my panties down like this. Mac whelped again in frustration. I sat up a bit, pulling myself up on his head. “Good boy… let mommy help you”... I rolled on my right side, turning underneath him, moving my wet, burning pussy away from his cock. Mac barked. “Mommy will be a good bitch for her good doggy, trust me, baby”. I got up on one arm and turned further. Mac lifted one leg and let me get up, my body ached from the hard floor and I had to blink a few times because I felt dizzy. Then I saw Gandhi. His head sticking through the small gate, his eyes alert, looking at me. “Oh, my poor boy… I forgot all about you… did you enjoy the show?” Gandhi’s tail did the strange, crooked up-and-down wagging, I could hear his tail whipping the floor… I crawled a bit towards him, now my head was just a few inches from his… I crawled forward and could feel Mac going around my back… I bowed my head down and let my cheek rest ...