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

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

... going to be sick? Just two minutes ago, there had been nothing scary about Gandhi… but this… this looked very, very, very scary. I had no idea what a dog would do if he was horny. And this dog was horny. I looked again. Has this thing grown? Still 10 inches, but there was something else at the base of this giant dog penis. Like a bulb the size of a big grapefruit. “Are these his balls? No, silly… there’s only one and balls don’t go all the way around a cock, they are hanging…” I bent down a little… there they were. Two big, flesh-colored balls, the size of small oranges. I turned away. Why the hell did I look in the first place? There was this tingling in my stomach again and this time I really felt like I was going to be sick. I walked towards the gate between the two kennels, backward. No way I’m taking my eyes off this horny beast. “Stay back, Gandhi”. He stayed and looked… sad? I crouched down on my hands and knees. I started to crawl through the gate, legs and butt first, my eyes still on Gandhi. I took a quick look over my shoulder to make sure that Mac was still in his corner and wouldn’t pull the same stunt. I felt bad thinking this way about him. He hadn’t been anything but good and playful - but I had just learned that a dog’s behavior can change when he is… horny. Better be safe than sorry. I slowly crawled backward. When I came out on the other side, I sat down, my back against the wall. I breathed slowly but deep. I felt sweat running down my back and down my ...

... chest. I looked down. My white blouse was ruined, smeared with gray dirt, wet spots from my sweat, and the top two buttons were gone. How did this happen? No idea… maybe while I was playing with Mac and taught him to put his paws on my shoulder and “dance” with me. That had been fun. The last 10 minutes hadn’t been fun. I swallowed. My mouth was dry. I looked around. There was a metal bowl with water, bolted to the concrete floor. OK, no way I’m drinking that. I can make it for a few hours without water. If I have to, I can make it till tomorrow morning. I looked to my right. Gandhi had pushed his fat, ugly head through the gate and looked at me. He looked guilty. Guilty and sad. I petted his head. “Sorry, buddy. I know you didn’t mean no harm. But sniffing mommy like this is wrong. You hear me? No sniff mommy butt”. I giggled. This sounded like some bad porn dialogue. I ran my fingers up and down his ear. Mac came closer, lay down next to me, and put his head on my upper leg. I let my fingers run through his fur and patted his belly. Just to be sure I took a look: no signs of arousal in my new dog. He was a gentleman. I closed my eyes and petted both dogs.

Had I overreacted with Gandhi? Dogs sniff, that’s how they explore the world. He hadn’t done anything really bad, he had just pushed his nose against my butt and between my legs. He hadn’t even touched my pussy, the nose had just pushed my skirt inward. Nothing more. If he had lifted his nose a bit and pushed it against my ...