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

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

... Gandhi's kennel and was surprised how easily the metal plate slid up. I didn’t need much strength and I could secure the chain on a hook in the wall. Maybe there was a way to get out through Gandhi’s kennel? I sure wouldn’t try Kong’s - but Gandhi seemed just as peaceful and docile as Mac, just a tiny bit more sure of himself. Where Mac checked if he was playing right every few seconds, Gandhi just made sure he got what he wanted and growled a bit when I didn’t pet or ruffle him in the right place.

I opened the door to Gandhi’s kennel. He tried to push his huge, fat body through the tiny opening, but there was no way. His head could go through… maybe his shoulders… but no way his fat belly could push through.

“Gandhi, go back!”. Gandhi just lay there, stuck in the passage between kennels. “Gandhi, go back!” I pointed my arm to the far side of his kennel. He pulled his head back and looked at me. Mac barked and moved to the far side of his kennel. Gandhi looked at him. Mac barked again. Gandhi slowly moved back, looking at me. “Good boy, Gandhi. Go back! All the way back!” Mac barked twice. Gandhi walked to the far side of his kennel, looked at me. I said “good boy” again and got down on my hands and knees. I slowly wriggled my body through the opening. I was easy to go through, my petite body was maybe half the size of Gandhi’s… but I didn’t want to get caught on some part of the crude iron opening and hurt myself. I made it through, got up and patted my skirt. Again I ...

... noticed how clean both kennels were. I tried the kennel door, but it was the same as Mac’s door. No chance to open it from the inside.

Gandhi came closer while I was trying and suddenly I could feel his head pressing against my backside. Not my backside… my ass. I jumped up and let out a short, girly scream. Gandhi’s head was still pressed against my black skirt and I could feel his warm breath even through the thick fabric. “No, bad boy! Go back! Back!” Gandhi moved back and I turned around. He came closer again, his snout pressed between my thighs. Damn, this really had taken a weird turn. I pushed his head back “No! Gandhi, sit!” He sat down, looked at me, his tongue hanging out. “Bad boy… you can’t just… I mean”. How to explain this to a dog? I looked down at him. I could see something pink and very big sticking out between his legs. “Does he have like a boner?” I shuddered. This had all been a lot of fun and I had found Mac and I had kinda liked Gandhi, too… but this was… weird. Dogs aren’t supposed to get boners for women. It didn’t make sense.

But there it was. I shifted a bit to the left and took a closer look. Damn. Double damn. Triple damn. The thing between his legs looked like the thick end of a baseball bat. The tip was bright pink, but further down it was a dark purple, with thick veins the size of macaroni. From this perspective I couldn’t really judge the length… something like 10 inches? I shuddered again and felt a strange tingling in my stomach. Am I ...