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

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

... And then I saw why. As he turned, I could see his cock… now it really looked like a baseball bat. Big and pulsing, the head an angry red, pre-cum pumping out, slow but powerful. I tried to crawl closer while Gandhi was turning… I had to drag Mac with me and I could feel him hugging my upper body from behind. Mac’s jaws closed around my neck and I froze… but then I felt his love bites, his tongue circling my neck and this amazing long rod gliding up and down my pussy. Some of his veins were so thick that I could feel them first on my asshole and then on my pussy and then on my clit… Gandhi had now turned almost all the way, he was on his back, his head stuck in the gate and his cock sticking out on the other side of the bars, a good 2 feet away from me. I dragged Mac further, feeling my knees scratching over the raw concrete. Gandhi wiggled and turned and I bent down to kiss him… the fur under his chin was wonderful and soft and I let my tongue glide through it until I reached his mouth… I gave him my tongue and felt the cutest little bite… I used both hands to open up his jaws and put my whole head between his teeth, tilting my head so his teeth dug into my cheeks while I pushed my tongue down his throat… Gandhi whelped and groaned and suddenly I felt something hitting my tits… I looked down… I don’t know how, but Gandhi had managed to push further through the gate and got his paws on the other side… his paws were tearing at my blouse, I licked and sucked his teeth and could ...

... hear the remaining buttons of my blouse pop off, one by one until my dirty blouse was hanging from my shoulders, wide open. Mac had found his rhythm and moved his cock up and down my slit… I was dripping. I so wanted him inside me but couldn’t bring myself to stop him from this wonderful rubbing… I pulled myself up on the bars separating the two kennels and tried to breathe slowly… Gandhi’s paws were now tearing at my bra and he raised his head and gave my upper chest a good, long lick… without thinking much I reached behind me, had to wiggle my hand between my back and Mac’s chest pressed against me… and opened my bra with one swift move… Gandhi’s paw had just caught the small strap between the two cups and when my bra opened, he tore it right off.

I looked at Gandhi’s cock, now a mere foot away from me… I stuck my hand through the bars and touched it… it was hot. Not warm, but hot… and it pulsed like a beating heart… his piss-slit was so big I could… I could… I licked my lips and pushed my index finger into Gandhi’s piss-slit. I leaned my face against the bars and reached out with my other hand, stroking the head of his cock. I could feel Mac changing his stance, now I no longer felt the whole length of his fat rod gliding over my pussy, now it was just the head of his cock rubbing between my lips. I kept fucking Gandhi’s piss-slit with one finger, trying to bring my face closer to him, Gandhi trying to wiggle even further through the gate… I reached back with one hand ...