Harlan arrived at 9:05 a.m., fifteen minutes after Maya had dropped her son at school. He didn’t knock hard. He simply waited until she opened the door, then stepped inside carrying a short leather leash. At the end of it was a large, thick-chested dog—short-haired, muscular, already restless and sniffing the air with focused interest.
Maya’s stomach turned the second she saw it.
“What the fuck is that doing here?”
Harlan locked the door behind him and unclipped the leash. The dog circled once, then sat at a quiet command.
“New arrangement for the month,” he said, already unbuckling his belt. His cock was half-hard as he pulled it free. “You’ve taken every hole I’ve given you. Today you’re going to take something else while I watch. Refuse and the locks change tomorrow. The photos go wherever I decide. Your choice.”
She stared at the animal, then at Harlan’s calm face. There was no bluff in it. The same flat certainty he’d shown every time he pushed further.
She nodded once, barely audible.
Harlan made her strip completely—leggings, top, bra, everything—until she stood naked in the middle of her living room. He ordered her onto all fours on the rug, ass raised, knees spread. The dog needed almost no encouragement. Harlan held its collar for a moment, guided it into position behind her, and then simply stepped back to watch.
The dog mounted her with heavy, clumsy urgency. Maya felt the sudden weight across her back, the rough fur dragging against her skin, the hot breath on her neck. Its cock—tapered, slick, already rigid—prodded between her thighs, sliding along her cunt lips before finding the entrance and shoving in with a single hard thrust. The shape was different from a man’s: narrower at the tip, thickening quickly, hotter, moving in short, frantic snaps of its hips that jolted her forward each time.
Maya bit down on her own forearm to keep from making noise. The dog fucked her hard and fast, balls slapping against her, the wet sound of its cock driving in and out of her cunt loud in the quiet apartment. Harlan stood a few feet away, slowly stroking his own cock, eyes fixed on the exact place where the animal’s shaft disappeared into her.
“Arch your back more,” he said quietly. “I want to see every inch going in.”
She did. The dog’s thrusts grew more urgent. Maya felt the swelling start—the thick knot at the base of its cock beginning to catch on her entrance with every withdrawal. It forced the wider part inside with a final, determined push. The stretch burned. Maya cried out into her arm as the knot locked, sealing the dog inside her, pulsing and throbbing deep while the animal panted heavily against her shoulder.
Harlan stepped closer, phone in one hand, recording. He filmed the locked connection from several angles—the way her cunt was stretched around the swollen knot, the trembling of her thighs, the thick trail of fluid already starting to leak around the seal. He kept stroking himself with his free hand the entire time.
It took several long minutes before the swelling eased enough for the dog to pull free. When it finally slipped out, a heavy gush of fluid followed, running down Maya’s inner thighs and dripping onto the rug. She stayed on her hands and knees, shaking, cunt open and messy.
Harlan ordered her to turn around. He held the dog’s collar and made her lean forward and clean its cock with her mouth—licking the residual knot, the taste of her own cunt mixed with the animal’s release, gagging once when the half-swollen base pushed against the back of her tongue. He recorded that too.
Only when he was satisfied did he clip the leash back on and set the dog aside.
He wasn’t finished with her.
Harlan stepped in front of Maya, still on her knees, and tapped the head of his cock against her lips.
“Open. You’re not done yet.”
She opened. He fed his cock into her mouth in one long push until her nose pressed against his stomach, then held her there while she gagged and drooled. He fucked her throat with slow, deep strokes, one hand locked in her hair, the other still holding the phone so he could capture the way her lips stretched around him and the tears that ran down her cheeks. Spit ran down her chin and onto her bare breasts.
“That’s it. Suck it clean after watching that. Show me how grateful you are I still let you stay.”
He used her mouth thoroughly—long thrusts that made her throat bulge, occasional pauses to let her breathe, then back in deeper. When he finally came it was with a low grunt, flooding her tongue and the back of her throat. He held her head in place until she swallowed everything, then pulled out and wiped the last smear of cum across her lips.
Only then did he tuck himself away, gather the leash, and head for the door.
“Same time next week,” he said, voice calm. “And next time I might not be the only one watching. Keep the rug clean.”
He left her there on the floor—naked, throat raw, cunt still leaking the dog’s release, the taste of both of them still in her mouth.
The arrangement had found a new depth.

Exactly seven days later, at 9:03 a.m., the knock came again.
Maya opened the door already knowing what she would find. Harlan stood there with the same short leash in one hand. The same large, thick-chested dog sat at his heel, restless and alert. This time Harlan also carried a small black bag.
He stepped inside without a word, locked the door, and unclipped the leash. The dog immediately began sniffing the air, then the rug where it had fucked her the week before.
“Clothes off,” Harlan said. “All of them. Same position as last time.”
Maya stripped. She dropped to her hands and knees on the rug, ass raised, knees spread, face toward the floor. Her cunt was already slick with dread and reluctant memory.
Harlan didn’t guide the dog this time. He simply gave a quiet command. The animal mounted her at once—heavy weight across her back, rough fur dragging over her skin, hot breath on her neck. Its cock found her entrance with less fumbling than before and shoved in hard. The tapered shape stretched her open in one long push, then the dog began thrusting in short, urgent snaps that jolted her forward on the rug.
Harlan stood to the side, already stroking his cock, phone recording. He filmed the exact place where the animal’s shaft disappeared into her cunt, the way her lips stretched around it, the wet slap of its hips against her ass.
“Deeper,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “Take it deeper.”
The knot began to swell sooner this time. Maya felt the thickening base catch on every withdrawal, then force its way inside with a final, determined thrust. The stretch burned. She cried out as the knot locked, sealing the dog inside her, pulsing and throbbing while the animal panted heavily against her shoulder. Thick fluid began to leak around the seal and run down her thighs.
Harlan stepped closer. He reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed it in rough circles while the dog remained locked. Maya tried to pull away from the dual stimulation but the knot held her in place. The pressure built fast and unwilling. Her cunt clenched hard around the swollen knot as she came, shaking, a broken sound escaping her throat. The dog’s cock pulsed in answer, dumping more of its release deep inside her.
It took several long minutes before the swelling eased. When the dog finally pulled free, a heavy gush of fluid followed, soaking the rug beneath her. Maya stayed on her hands and knees, trembling, cunt open and dripping.
Harlan was not finished.
He ordered her to turn around and clean the dog again—licking the residual knot, the mixed taste of her own orgasm and the animal’s cum, gagging when the half-swollen base pushed against her tongue. He recorded every second.
Then he set the dog aside and opened the black bag.
Inside was a thick dildo and a bottle of lube.
“On your back,” he said. “Legs open. You’re going to take this while I fuck your throat.”
Maya lay back on the rug. Harlan coated the toy generously, then pressed the tapered tip against her already-used cunt and pushed. It slid in easily at first but then met resistance. He worked it with short, firm thrusts until the widest part forced past her entrance and locked inside her with an audible wet sound. Maya arched, a sharp cry leaving her as the oversized dildo stretched her open and held.
Harlan straddled her chest, fed his cock into her mouth, and began fucking her throat in the same rhythm he used to work the toy in and out of her cunt. Every time he pushed the dildo deeper he drove his cock further into her throat. Spit ran from the corners of her mouth. Tears streaked her temples. The dual invasion— dildo stretching her cunt, thick cock filling her throat—left her shaking and overstimulated.
He kept her like that for a long time, alternating between deep throat-fucking and grinding the toy inside her until she came again around it, cunt pulsing hard. Only then did he pull his cock free, stroke himself the final few times, and paint thick ropes of cum across her face and open mouth.
He left the toy locked inside her while he cleaned himself up and clipped the leash back onto the dog.
He unlocked the door and left her there on the rug—face streaked with cum, throat raw, cunt stretched wide around the thick dildo, still leaking the earlier mess onto the floor.
The arrangement had gone further still.

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