KENNEL BITCH, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

KENNEL BITCH, Chapter 1

... a golf ball in with no resistance. He cleaned Tammy up as best he could and put her to bed. Tammy stayed in bed for 5 days. He brought her food, but she never spoke a word to him. Jon figured she would maybe never speak to him again after what he put her through.

On the 6th day, a Saturday morning. She called for him from her bed. “Jon I want to speak with you,” she said. Nervously, he walked up the stairway. “Yes honey?” She started speaking, “I’m going to make this short and simple. I now know you have a gambling problem. And I know it’s hard to just up and quit. So,,,,, here’s the deal. I’ll let you keep gambling under these two conditions: One, you must go out and buy me a full grown, large breed male dog. And make sure he hasn’t been fixed! Second, I want you to drop whatever it was you were doing. I demand this instant. That you fuck me in the ass good and hard. Tammy threw the covers off to the side. Rolled over onto all fours and stuck your ass high up into the air. Come on Jon! Let’s find out if you’re any good at ass fucking! And don’t be gentle. I won’t break. RAM THAT COCK UP MY ASS!

PART 2

Tammy still wasn’t quite sure about how she felt. Her mind and body were locked into a hopeless tug of war. She tried her best to convince herself. That she is a proud sophisticated woman. An example of a fine trophy wife. The typical country club type. But at the same time, she couldn’t deny the sexual pleasure. After all, she had strayed on her husband a couple of ...

... times. And she had recently discovered. Dog cocks or not, she loved the feeling of a well-hung dog. Knotting himself into her. And filling her up with his hot cum. And never in a million years, did she think she would ever try, not to mention and like, anal sex. Tammy will never forget that fateful moment. When that Great Dane forced his big cock into her virgin asshole. Then discovering that there is such a thing as an anal organism.

The dark side of her, loved the feeling of being hopelessly trapped under a large dog. Being at his mercy. Taping into a sadistic, primeval animal instinct she never knew she had. With no way of reasoning with him, he’s a dog. Who’s going to fuck his bitch no matter what. If the bitch can’t take it. Too bad, she’s going to get fucked anyway. Little by little, Tammy’s sexual desires started winning her over. She more and more realized that she loved to get fucked. More than anything else. Forget about keeping up appearances at the country club. That ship has sailed. Most of those other women maybe need the same thing. They just don’t know it. Tammy was the same way. She didn’t know how much she would like it. To get fucked good and hard. Until she was forced into it. All those dog fuckings changed her life forever.

Jon had fulfilled his promise. He had gotten a large male dog for Tammy. So he could keep on gambling. The dog was a mixed breed. Well behaved, and came equipped with all the doggy goodies. Tammy had to train him to fuck her. At ...