More Than You Can Chew - Sex Stories

More Than You Can Chew

... blew out suddenly. She squeaked as the room was plunged into blackness.

“Damnit!” She muttered, reaching for her phone to turn on the flashlight. When she turned it around however, the screen was completely black and wouldn’t respond as if it were fully dead.

“Fuck!” She added, now that she knew she wasn’t being recorded or watched.

Turning around on the floor, she crawled over a few paces to the end table by her small couch. Turning the small lamp on, she filled the room with a dim yellow-orange incandescent light. When she turned back to the summoning circle, she froze in terror where she sat. Two huge hounds sat in the circle, one black as coal and the other a light tan. They were huge, the size of mastiffs but looking like a cross between a doberman and a pitbull. Their bodies were hard, muscled, and covered in faded scars, eyes completely black with a knowing intelligence behind them, and fur short like a bulldog. They looked tough, mean, and were most definitely males.

“Good doggies” She muttered in disbelieving shock as she began to scoot back away from them. They both began to growl and approach her, heads down as they stared at their prey. The smaller of the two, tan in color, sniffed distractedly. He began to sniff harder, seeming to track something as he stepped closer to her. The black hound looked over at him confused as Veronica's back hit the front of the couch, bare feet slipping on the carpet as she breathed fast in fear. Tan, as she had dubbed ...

... the big hound in her mind, walked closer and she was sure this was the end. She turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut, grimly wondering what being torn apart would feel like.

Instead of teeth, she felt something very warm and wet drag up her exposed slit between her thick thighs. Her eyes snapped open as she let out a startled whimper. There was no way it was… Was it? Her doubts were answered as she felt another long drag of a powerful tongue over her lips, this time staying silent. She immediately tried to close her thighs, but the growl that ripped from Tan sounded like a lion's roar deep in its chest and she reluctantly, slowly opened her thighs with a choked cry.

She felt a combination of shame, disgust, and fear along with a perverse tingle of excitement as the hound licked again and again, its fuzzy muzzle brushing her inner thighs as it feasted on her pussy. Its tongue dug deeper, rolling between her folds and over her clit, teasing her entrance. She bit back noises, but as the hot tongue glided over her clit she yelped out a moan. Biting her lip in shame, her sex responded eagerly to the animal. His tongue was adventurous, even teasing her ass and spreading her lips wide as she gave him more juice to taste. She felt like a slut, degrading herself mentally as her fishnetted legs inched open more little by little, enjoying the beast more than she’d ever admit.

Her eyes closed, she didn’t see what the other hound, Black, was doing until it was too late. One ...