The evening air hung thick and humid in the backyard, the last streaks of sunset bleeding orange across the fence line. I stood barefoot on the warm concrete of the patio, still in the thin cotton dress I’d worn all day, the fabric clinging to the sweat between my breasts and the soft curve of my ass. My dog—big, muscular, a thick-coated mix with a heavy chest and a cock that always seemed half-hard when I was around—paced restlessly at my side. His nose kept brushing the back of my thigh, inhaling the scent that had been building between my legs since morning. Dm OliviaBlossom01@gmail.com if you’re interested in knowing more
I’d been wet for hours. Every time he looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes, my cunt clenched. Tonight I wasn’t going to tease myself any longer.
I walked him into the shadowed corner behind the shed where the grass grew tall and the neighbors couldn’t see. The moment the gate latched behind us, my hands were already under the hem of my dress, peeling my soaked panties down my thighs. The cool air kissed my bare pussy, making me shiver. My dog’s ears pricked. He knew.
I dropped to my knees in the soft dirt, dress hiked up around my waist, and reached for him. His heavy balls hung low, the thick sheath already beginning to push out the dark, tapered tip of his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked, slow and firm, feeling the heat of him pulse against my palm. A low growl rumbled in his chest. His hips jerked forward, shoving more of that slick, pointed length into my fist.
“That’s it, baby,” I whispered, voice husky. “Come on. Get hard for me.”
I leaned in and licked the tip. The taste was musky, slightly salty, pure animal. My tongue swirled around the narrowing head, then pushed into the soft sheath to coax more of him out. He thrust, impatient, and I opened my mouth wider, taking the first few inches between my lips. The texture was different from a man’s—smoother, hotter, the skin sliding easily as I bobbed my head. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto his balls. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, and felt him swell.
His front paws planted on my shoulders. He started fucking my mouth in short, urgent strokes, the pointed tip bumping the back of my throat. I moaned around him, the vibration making his hind legs tremble. One of my hands slid between my own legs. Two fingers sank into my dripping cunt with a wet sound. I was so ready it almost hurt.
When his cock was fully out—thick, veined, the base already starting to swell into that unmistakable knot—I pulled off with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected my lips to his glistening length. I turned, still on my knees, and presented myself. Ass up, chest down in the grass, dress bunched at my waist. My pussy lips were swollen and shiny, the hole twitching visibly.
He mounted me without hesitation. The weight of him settled across my back, fur hot against my skin, breath panting against my neck. His cock jabbed blindly a few times, sliding up the cleft of my ass, then catching against my entrance. One hard thrust and the tapered head punched inside.
I cried out. He was so fucking hot, so hard, the shape of him stretching me open in a way no human cock ever had. He drove deeper in short, powerful thrusts, the pointed tip seeking the deepest part of me. Every stroke dragged against my G-spot. My fingers dug into the dirt. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the quiet yard.
“Fuck—yes—breed me,” I gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust.
He growled and rutted harder. The swelling at the base of his cock began to catch on my entrance with every withdrawal, stretching my rim wider each time. I could feel it growing, that thick, bulbous knot demanding entry. My cunt clenched greedily around him, trying to pull it in.
He gave one brutal shove. The knot popped past my opening and locked inside with a heavy, final stretch that punched the air from my lungs. I came instantly—hard, shaking, cunt spasming around the locked cock. My juices ran down his balls and soaked the fur of his underbelly. He kept thrusting in short, grinding motions, the knot grinding against every sensitive inch inside me while the long shaft pulsed deeper.
His knot throbbed. I felt the first hot spurt of cum flood my womb. Thick, heavy jets, one after another, painting my insides. He kept cumming, locked tight, body shuddering over mine. The pressure of the knot and the endless flood of seed pushed me into a second orgasm, then a third. My legs shook so hard I almost collapsed. Only his weight and the thick cock buried inside me kept me upright.
He stayed knotted for long minutes, still pumping smaller pulses of cum into me, hips twitching. I reached back between our bodies and cupped his heavy balls, feeling them draw up as he emptied everything he had. The overflow leaked out around the seal of the knot in thick, creamy rivulets that ran down my thighs and dripped into the grass.
When the swelling finally began to soften, he pulled free with a wet, obscene sound. A gush of mixed cum and my own juices followed, pouring out of my stretched hole in a hot rush. I stayed on my knees, trembling, watching it drip. My dog circled, licked the mess from my thighs and pussy with long, rough strokes of his tongue, cleaning me thoroughly while I moaned and pushed back against his muzzle.
I wasn’t finished.
I rolled onto my back in the grass, legs spread wide, and guided his head between them again. His tongue was broad and strong, lapping from my dripping hole up over my clit in firm, rhythmic strokes. I held his ears and ground against his muzzle, fucking his face until another orgasm tore through me. My thighs clamped around his head. He kept licking through it, greedy for the taste of my release mixed with his own seed.
When I could breathe again, I sat up and took his cock back into my mouth. It was still half-hard, slick with my cum. I sucked him clean, tasting the salty-sweet mess of both of us, then stroked him back to full hardness with both hands. His knot had gone down, but it swelled again under my fingers almost immediately.
This time I straddled him. I pushed him onto his side in the grass and climbed over, sinking down onto that thick, pointed cock in one long slide. The stretch was just as intense. I rode him hard, grinding my clit against the base of his shaft every time I bottomed out. His hind legs kicked weakly. Soft, desperate whimpers left his throat as I used him.
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, and bounced faster. The wet sounds of my cunt swallowing him over and over filled the darkening yard. My tits swayed under the open dress. When his knot began to swell again I forced myself down harder, working the growing bulb until it locked inside me once more with a deep, satisfying pop.
I stayed seated on him, rocking in small circles, feeling the knot pulse against my cervix. His second load was just as thick. Hot ropes of cum flooded me again, so much that my belly felt slightly swollen with it. I came with him, head thrown back, moaning openly into the night while my pussy milked every drop.
Long after the knot softened and slipped free, I stayed there in the grass, legs open, watching the thick white cream leak from my well-used hole. My dog lay beside me, tongue hanging out, exhausted and thoroughly spent. I stroked his fur, pressed soft kisses to his muzzle, and whispered praise between lingering touches to his softened cock and heavy balls.
The night air cooled the sweat on my skin, but the heat between my legs remained. I already knew I would take him again before morning—maybe bent over the porch railing, or on my back with my ankles hooked over his powerful shoulders while he bred me deep and locked. The thought alone made fresh slickness gather and spill.
I finally stood on shaky legs, dress still hiked up, and led him back toward the house. Cum continued to trickle down my inner thighs with every step, leaving a glistening trail on the patio. Inside, I didn’t bother cleaning up. I simply dropped onto the couch, spread my legs, and let him lick me clean once more while I stroked his ears and planned the next round.
By the time the first pale light of dawn touched the windows, my dog had filled me three more times. My cunt was swollen, thoroughly used, and still dripping his thick seed. I fell asleep with his heavy head resting on my thigh, the taste of him still on my tongue, and the deep, satisfying ache of being properly fucked and filled by the animal who had claimed every inch of me.
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