Learning My Place As a Dogsitter - Sex Stories

Learning My Place As a Dogsitter

... guts and see Zeus’ feet in front of me. I cower as he growls once. The only other sound is my farting starfish. I can barely feel anything anymore.

Zeus walks forward, putting his slowly growing cock by my face. I see how big he is now. Squelch. He’s easily nine inches and thicker than a coke can with a red knot the size of two tennis balls at the base. It throbs in front of me, veins pulsing up the shaft. It’s covered in creamy brown slime and smells like shit. Actual shit. My shit. He slides it across my face and I close my eyes, pursing my lips.

He growls again, low, meaningful, then nips at my side.

I open my mouth and he puts it in. The taste is foul. My guts and dog cum. He slides in quickly and hits the back of my throat. I gag hard at the feeling of his veins on my tongue and the bitter, salty taste of semen covered poo. He presses in, his cock bending at the resistance of my throat. Squelch. A sudden pop and my throat opens, taking all his filthy meat as he slides in.

Mars explodes in my ass and hot cum dribbles down my labia. I’m gagging on Zeus’ enormous dick, my throat stroking up and down the shaft as vomit comes up to lube the path. It can’t get past him. His knot bumps my lips and he shoots small, hot load into my stomach. Red cock pulses behind my teeth as he fills my stomach.

Without warning he pulls out and I vomit cum onto the floor. It drips from my mouth, puddling with drool and soup. My gaped anus flexes and I pass out again.

There’s a ...

... surprising amount of dust under the couch. The Beech’s must not clean under here. My face peels from the wooden floor covered in fluids. My ass hurts. The pain is starting to come and I become more aware of what’s happened. My butt cheeks feel glued together as I try to get to my knees. A gasp escapes me despite my best efforts. I don’t want to alert the dogs to my presence any more than I already have.

The stairs are a mountain, but I crawl up them all the same. Down the hall and into the bathroom on my hands and knees. The sink supports my weight as I stand to try and get in the tub. My glasses aren’t on my face, they must be downstairs somewhere. But I can still see my matted hair and tear stained face looking back at me. I’m disgusting. The shower presses my t-shirt to my chest and my nipples lay as dark islands on a frothy white sea. I scrub myself and sob, sitting on the shower floor. A shriek erupts from my mouth, aimed at the unfairness of it all. What did I do to deserve this?

I’m not sure how long I sat in there or how many tears fell and were lost in the water, but it was time to get out. The tap shudders to a drip and I take my shirt off, leaving it in the tub. The towel smells fresh and clean, untouched. I almost don’t want to use it. To not soil it with myself or the vicious rape, but I need to dry off. It’s softness is almost foreign to me at this point, it feels like an age ago since I had a tender touch. Pins throb from my ass and I shakily reach down ...