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Dog Sitting
by Susan M. Hodges (1999)
***
A woman does a friend a favor and offers to dog sit for
her while she's away, only to discover that her
friend's dog is mysteriously ready to hump her when
give the opportunity. She begins to suspect that her
friend. She ends up trying out the goods and gets
caught in the act by a guy friend. (F/beast, MF, sloppy
seconds)
***
Well, I finally finished moving into my new house about
two months ago. And boy, what a job. I am glad all the
boxes and everything are unpacked and put away.
After moving from my college apartment and leaving my
two roommates behind, I really looked forward to moving
to Denver and starting a new life on my own.
The new job was really great, but the night life was a
little slow. One thing about my new house is that it's
so quiet all the time. About a month ago I met another
neighbor in the park, and she had the most beautiful
Dane I have ever seen. She bought him from someone else
for companionship, but admitted he was a pretty good
watchdog to have around also.
She came over to my new house for a visit and admitted
she really was in a fix, though. Her job sometimes
required her to go out of town for overnight jaunts,
and she hated to leave her dog alone.
Of course, I really didn't feel that I was set up for a
dog so large, but leaving him alone seemed so cruel. So
I told her the next time she had to go, ring me and I
might be willing to "dog-sit" for her.
Well, right then she mentioned that on the next
Thursday she was leaving for Kansas City and would be
back Monday afternoon. So, I agreed to give it a try,
and off they went, happy for the time so well planned.
***
Thursday afternoon she brought Damon over. Along with
him came a large leash of course and his food and water
tray. She promised to be back as soon as possible and
left for the airport.
Damon sat at the door for a while, as if waiting for
her to walk back in, but after a while he started
nosing around the house and found himself a comfortable
spot on the living room floor.
After we both had our dinner, I went into the living
room for some television. Damon came over to my feet
and curled up around my ankles. That night, he slept at
the foot of my bed.
Friday afternoon after work, I had almost forgotten he
was there. When I came in through the door, Damon
jumped up on me almost scaring me to death, licking my
face. He followed me all around the house watching me
as I had a few beers and began to fix dinner.
After our dinner, I sat on the couch in the living
room. About 10 or so (and 10 or so beers), Damon jumped
up on the couch and lay down beside me. I didn't mind
him on the couch really as his coat is short, and he is
very clean.
He was chewing on his toy, and I playfully took it away
and tossed it across the living room floor. He chased
after it, all 150 pounds of him. He brought it back to
me and laid it in my lap for another throw. We played
toss for a while until he tripped over my beer and it
spilled over on the floor on the carpet.
I went to the kitchen and returned with a towel to wipe
it up. I rubbed the beer out of the carpet, and the
bottle rolled up under the couch. I had to get down on
my knees to reach under to get at it.
I really hadn't noticed Damon. When I got down on my
hands and knees, he mounted me! At first, I was
concentrating on reaching the bottle, and I thought he
was still playing. But as I reached up under the couch
further, I could feel his forepaws reach around my
waist. As I began backing out, I could feel him start
to hump against my rear making motions like he was
really fucking me!!!
I blushed as I got up from the floor and returned to
the kitchen. I threw the bottle in the trash and got
another beer from the refrigerator. As I turned around,
there was Damon, and I couldn't help but look at him
after that en- counter. He was just watching me making
no further advances.
I returned to the living room and sat down with my
beer. Damon stood in front of me for a moment, and then
jumped up, placing his forepaws on my shoulders. I had
a view of his undersides, and GOD, there was the most
huge hard-on I had ever seen standing stiff and erect
with a large ball about 8 inches from the tip!!!
I was almost afraid to move him, but I reached up and
took his paws from my shoulders and told him to get
down.
He jumped right back up in my face, licking my neck and
pushing all his weight up on me. As I tried to squirm
out from under him, I pushed out sideways on the couch.
Damon immediately came on stronger bringing his body
weight up on me until my legs gave way and my thighs
opened up giving him further encouragement.
I held onto his collar holding his face up out of mine,
but I could feel him starting to hump me again making
hard enough thrusts that he was forcing my legs open
further and his huge dick was searching for
satisfaction.
I felt a burning shame in my mind... what if he...? NO!
I couldn't! But he just kept jamming his dick into my
leg, and I started to get slightly dirty pictures in my
mind of Damon taking me... satisfying his drive in
my....
GOD... this was so un-natural... or was it? Damon
seemed to somehow know what I was thinking. He wouldn't
stop thrusting at me. The picture was clear in my mind
now, and I found myself looking down again at his dick.
It was as huge as ever, and I took one hand away and
reached down under him and rubbed his chest, quickly
working my way down his stomach. He quieted down...
waiting? As I finally reached out and grasped his dick,
I felt how hard it was. He didn't move away.
I had a quick thought, and brought my hand back and
spit on it. Then I grasped his dick again and started
slowly stroking it. I only had to stroke it a few times
to realize what I was doing... and I made up my
mind....
Damon got down and let me remove my panties. There was
no need for teasing or foreplay on my part. My mind was
racing, my heart was beating so hard I could hear it
out loud, and my face must have turned eighty shades of
red as I thought of what my desires were suggesting.
At least with Damon I didn't need to worry about HIM
telling... I quickly undressed right there on the couch
and wondered how I should do this... on my back? On my
hands and knees? Hmmm...
But Damon was no longer watching. He could smell me.
Smell my pussy... like a bitch in heat... that's what
he saw in me... a bitch in heat! I got down on the
floor in front of the couch on my hands and knees,
spreading my knees apart and lifting my ass into the
air, wondering if he could be coaxed onto my back, when
Damon mounted me again. This time there was no turning
back. I knew there would be no way to stop this animal
once he started and that only seemed to turn me on
more.
Damon's forepaws wrapped around my waist. I could feel
him getting into position, his dick was already
thrusting. Then... the head of his doggy dick found
it's way to my pussy. THIS WAS IT! DAMN! IT WAS REALLY
GOING TO HAPPEN! FUCK! My mind was numb. But my body
was throbbing with lust. I WANTED to be fucked by him?
I wanted to be fucked by this animal! This picture in
my mind was driving me crazy with desire... BEING
FUCKED BY A DOG! GOD!
Now, Damon's dick was just barely entered into me. I
could feel him start to hump a little and then... BOOM!
He rammed it in! NO STOPPING like my boyfriends, right
away everything was just rammed in, deep... and almost
all the way out... and then IN AGAIN! Damon's 150lb
body just continually kept ramming his dick in and out
of to me life a tireless jackhammer. I spread my knees
further, lowering my ass, and then I could feel him
penetrating deeper into me. It was so BIG AND LONG!
GOD! He was bucking against me wildly now... I was
close to getting off too, the friction alone was
sending me over the edge.
Then I felt something strange... the ball on his dick,
it was ramming up against my pussy opening, he was
trying to get that in too!
No, god! I can't open up that much! But Damon kept
right on ramming me, Oh! Oh! Oh god! No! NO! The only
thing to do was try and get him off of me, but Damon
GROWLED when I tried to rise up, and then it was IN!
Shit! SHIT! CHRIST! He had his entire dick, knot and
all jammed in me!
I buried my face in the carpet, letting him take me --
what else could I do? -- There was no way to get him to
stop... oh god! I didn't want him to stop!
By the shivering of his fury body and his panting
breath, I could tell he was really close to cumming in
me now. I could feel his thrusts were quicker. I raised
my ass higher, offering him more access, OFFERING HIM
MORE! GOD! I can't believe I was doing this! And I
wanted him to! I was sopping wet. I was just beginning
to fully realize I was being fucked -- oh god -- now
that his dick was in me all the way, it was really
making me crazy with lust!
He was bucking into me wildly now. I could feel his
strokes speeding up to lightning speed. Oh god it feels
so good. Then he rammed into me all the way and his
body tensed and he whined. HE WAS CUMMING! I could feel
it exploding into me! I raised my ass higher offering
him all the room I could give. God... it felt so GOOD
to have him squirting in me!
I kept lightly humping back and forth on his dick while
he held still, squirting all of his doggy cum into me.
"I could feel the Dane still buried in me as I began to
come down from my own climax.
When I was able to catch my breath and tried to move
off his dick, I realized that his knot held us tied
together. I felt very exposed and vulnerable to be on
my hands and knees with him supported along my back.
Just then I heard the noise of the door opening...
* * *
I'm an acquaintance of Susan's. We didn't know each
other very well, but we had spoken in the supermarket
several times. We live about three doors apart. I
remembered that she had said that I could borrow a rare
recording that she had. This was a good time for me to
make a copy, so I headed over to her place. When I got
there, I started to knock, but the first touch on the
door showed that it had been very carelessly closed. It
swung open silently, and I stepped inside.
When I glanced up, you can imagine my surprise to see
demure Susan on her knees with a Great Dane firmly
buried in her pussy. I ejaculated, "What have we here?"
I startled her with the realization that I had caught
her "red handed". Her first response was to try to get
up but the weight of the dog kept her firmly in place.
I went to where they were and knelt beside her. "Hi,
what have we here?" I asked as I reached for her
hanging tit.
She could only stammer, but the words would not come.
My left hand slid between her legs to feel the con-
junction of her pussy and the dog's cock, while my
right hand began to massage her tits more firmly. "You
don't have to say a thing because I can see what you've
been doing!" Her face was red with shame, mainly from
having been caught.
"You won't say anything about this to anybody, will
you?" she said.
My answer was to turn her face toward me and to press
my lips against hers. My tongue began to explore her
mouth first gently, and then more insistently. It took
a few moments, but, first reluctantly then more freely,
her tongue began to respond in kind.
It must have been about ten minutes before the dog
could dismount to go and lay in a corner of the room,
satisfied. During that time, Susan's nipples got hard
again from my play, and her breathing began to get
shallower from the French kisses and the massage to her
pussy. With my left hand, I had undone my zipper,
opened my pants and pushed my shorts down out of the
way. It goes without saying that my cock was standing
hard and ready for action.
As soon as the dog pulled out, I fell backward pulling
Susan over me by my grip on her tits. "Guide me into
you," I commanded. She reached down and directed the
tip of my cock to the entrance of her already well used
pussy. As you can imagine, I had no trouble sliding
into her. The cum from the dog mixed with her own
juices had made her almost too slippery to get any
friction.
"Fuck me like the dog fucked you," I commanded. With
that she began to raise and lower herself using my cock
like a guide rail, humping me harder and harder. The
hard thud of her pelvis against me, the feel of her
cunt lips as they reached for the head of my cock, over
and over, began to build my tension until all I wanted
was to fill her with my cum. I was able to hold on a
little longer while I put the back of my middle finger
against her clit. The weight of her body bouncing her
clit against that finger soon had her on the edge of
her own climax.
I saw the look, almost of pain, which controlled her
face, and then saw the sense of release that replaced
it, and I felt the relaxation that rippled through the
previously tense muscles of her body. This was the sign
I needed, and with a couple more strokes on my part, I
set myself to erupting.
I pulled her ass as close to my body as I could get it
because I wanted to know that my cum was buried as
deeply as the dog's had been, so deeply in her that it
would take all day to dribble out, a constant reminder
of how well she had been fucked.
After a time of silence while we rested, I broke her up
into laughter when I said, "When are you going to dog
sit again...?"
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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