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Fucked Like A Dog
by Sam Grant (samgrant1865@hotmail.com)

***

John gets more than he asked for when he agrees he 
wants his beautiful wife to be fucked like a dog. He 
ends up being cuckolded by the family pet. (MMF/beast, 
cuck, bd, creampie)

***

"That should do it," I said. I was just finishing the 
final knot. "Will that do?"

"Oh, yes. It's perfect!" Brenda purred. I could tell 
she was already incredibly aroused. "Let's wake him up 
now."

John really hadn't known what was about to happen to 
him. One minute he was enjoying supper, laughing over 
wine, and then he was slumped in a chair. He's a big 
man, and Brenda and I struggled a bit to get him in 
position. After stripping him naked, of course. But we 
made sure the armchair was perfectly placed in the 
bedroom. We wanted John to have a perfect view.

Brenda went to her husband and began sucking on his 
engorged cock. It had been Brenda's idea to administer 
a Viagra to him while he was unconscious. He began to 
stir, and moan a bit. And then he began to struggle 
against his bonds.

"Hold still, dear," Brenda told him. "You're safe, 
we're all safe."

In a moment, John relaxed and held still. I think he 
was still trying to figure out his situation. He was 
tied to the chair. Naked of course. For now he had a 
hood over his head. His hands were tied to the arms of 
the chair, leaving just enough give for him almost to 
reach his cock. Almost. Brenda new what torture that 
would be for him. His ankles were tied to the legs of 
the chair. We had also tied him around his torso. I 
just hoped he wouldn't get so excited he tipped over 
that chair.

"Now, are you going to be a good boy?" asked Brenda. 
She was using her sexiest voice for him. He nodded 
once. She removed the hood.

John was treated to a view of his wife wearing her 
sexiest outfit. Which of course is her skin. And she 
was posing like crazy for him. She strutted around in 
front of him, holding her breasts up. Then lifting a 
leg to display her already glistening pussy. Then she 
turned and offered her ass to him, and again a full 
view of her wet cunt. 

If John hadn't been gagged he'd have been howling. She 
put her ass right in his face, within inches, teasing 
him. I know he could smell her. I watched him trying 
to free himself from his bonds. He desperately wanted 
to get his face in her, or his cock. And then she was 
squatting over his hard-on, brushing it with her pussy 
lips, leaving her scent on him. Marking him as hers. 
Poor John was whimpering now. I can only imagine what 
torture that was. And Brenda was so enjoying it.

Then she turned, and leaned over and kissed John all 
over his face. Her tits were hanging tantalizingly 
close. Her long brown hair was hanging down, brushing 
his skin. My own cock was throbbing as I watched her 
lewd display.

"Now, my husband, do you want to see what a whore I 
am?"

John nodded.

"Do you want me fucked?"

John nodded again.

"Do you want me to be a wanton slut?"

John nodded again, lust now burning in his eyes.

"You have no idea what a cock slut whore I am, my 
love," she purred. She looked at me. "I think it's 
time we showed him, yes?"

"Indeed," I replied. I walked over to Brenda, in front 
of John. She knelt in front of me and immediately 
swallowed my cock. I put my hands on her head, and 
began thrusting into her mouth. I was gagging her, and 
her spit was running out her mouth and dripping down 
her chest. "That's it, slut. Eat my cock. All the way. 
Down your throat like the good whore you are. You 
filthy dog."

I knew John was enjoying the show. And right then I 
really wanted to blow a load down Brenda's throat. But 
not yet.

I released her head, and she pulled her mouth off my 
cock. "A filthy dog?" She looked at John. "You say I'm 
a filthy dog?"

"You know what a filthy dog you are. You need to be 
treated like a filthy dog. Don't you agree, John?" 
John nodded. His hands were straining to reach his 
cock. He loved hearing his wife degraded that way.

"Are you sure, John?" I asked him again. And again, he 
nodded, this time quite vehemently.

"Get on all fours, dog," I ordered Brenda. And I 
walked admiringly around her, as he put on her most 
submissive act for me. And for John. I caressed her 
ass. My God, was there ever a more perfect ass? I let 
my fingers slip down her crack to her cunt, slipping 
two inside her. She was so wet and ready. I wanted to 
take her right then and there.

Instead, I fingered her for a bit, making sure John 
had a nice view. Brenda was grunting and moaning with 
each thrust.

"So, she's to be fucked like a dog. As John wishes," I 
said. "Are you ready, little doggy?"

"Yes," Brenda moaned. "Let me be fucked like the dog I 
am."

"What's the magic word?" I teased.

"Please. Please let me be fucked like the dog I am. 
Please!" There was such lust in her voice. She had her 
ass in the air, lewdly offering herself just like a 
bitch in heat.

Without another word, I went to the other room.

John's eyes went wide when I returned with the German 
Shepherd. Brenda was already groaning in anticipation. 
"Es la verdad. Es una puta de perros." My Spanish may 
not have been perfect, but John got the point.

I released the leash from the dog's collar. He 
immediately went to Brenda and stuck his nose in her 
ass. I saw her shiver. And then she moaned loudly as 
the dog licked her. His long tongue was licking from 
her clit to her asshole. I looked at John. I couldn't 
quite tell his reaction yet.

While the dog was licking Brenda's sex, I moved the 
floor mirror in front of Brenda. Since she had her ass 
to him, I wanted John to be able to see her face. Her 
eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open. She was 
panting in pleasure.

"Tell your lover what you want, Brenda," I said.

"Fuck me!" she groaned. "Oh god, fuck me!"

The dog seemed to have that in mind himself. He was 
well trained, I had been told. He definitely acted 
like he had a liking for human pussy. The tip of his 
big red cock was just emerging from his sheath when he 
jumped up on Brenda's back. She grunted. He was a big 
dog.

And then he began humping at Brenda's pussy. It only 
took him a few tries until Brenda was screaming, 
"Oooooooo fuck! Oh my gawd!"

He was fucking her with the speed of a jackhammer. 
Looking in the mirror, I could see the ecstasy and 
wanton lust on Brenda's face. Drool was dripping from 
her open mouth as the dog relentlessly rammed her 
pussy. I didn't even look at John. I wanted to see 
this too. Brenda was such a beautiful slut.

And then Brenda's moaning took on a different tone. A 
mixture of pain and pleasure played over her face. "Oh 
my god, so big," she panted. I lifted the dog's tale, 
and got a close up of him working his huge knot into 
her. She was screaming in pain or pleasure. And then I 
saw cum leaking out around that huge knot.

"John," I said, "this dog just shot his cum in your 
wife. She really does love to fuck like a dog, doesn't 
she? Look at her face. She loves it."

Indeed, Brenda's face displayed such a look of 
debauched pleasure that I nearly shot my load without 
even touching myself.

The dog was done. But he was stuck. Knotted to Brenda. 
I held his collar and petted him. I didn't want him 
trying to walk away. I think he would have dragged 
Brenda across the room by her cunt if he had.

Brenda was panting too. I think she had at least one 
orgasm while our doggy lover fucked her.

"So, John, you asked that your wife be fucked like a 
dog. What do you think?"

I didn't even look at him.

"What about you, Brenda?"

"Oh, gawd," she panted. "Fuck. Oh gawd."

"Maybe later he'll take you again, yes?" Brenda 
groaned in pleasure and lust at the thought.

More cum was leaking out around the dog's knot. So I 
let him go, and he pulled that huge thing out of her, 
followed by a flood of dog cum. I heard John groan. 
The dog went off to lick himself, and I knelt behind 
Brenda. I knew her cunt was stretched. And my cock 
slipped into her easily. I began fucking her, trying 
to match the dog's intensity, even if I couldn't match 
his cock size. 

I could see her face in the mirror. I reached under 
her and fingered her clit while I fucked her. In the 
mirror I could see her tits swinging with each of my 
thrusts. My finger on her clit seemed to be magic. She 
began moaning again, then screaming. Her stretched 
pussy began to spasm on my cock, as she came. Her arms 
gave out and she collapsed on the floor, her ass still 
in the air for me. I fucked her like mad.

"You want my cum, too, whore?" I demanded.

"Yes," she groaned. I heard John groaning too.

"What are you?" I demanded.

"A cock whore. A dog cock whore. A filthy Puta."

That last word did it for me. I screamed as my cock 
exploded inside her, mingling my cum with the dog's.

And as my cock started to wilt, I pulled out of her, 
and went to stand in front of her. "Clean me up, you 
dirty whore," I demanded.

Dutifully, Brenda got on her knees and licked me 
clean. Cum was running out her cunt, and running down 
her legs.

"I think you need cleaning, too, don't you?" Brenda 
nodded yes, giving a meaningful look at John.

"Yes, I think you're right," she purred huskily.

Going to John, I tipped his chair back, lying him on 
his back, still bound. Then I removed his gag.

Before he could protest, Brenda had straddled his 
face, and smashed her dripping, soaked pussy onto his 
face. Her cummy thighs gripped his head as she humped 
him, coating his face in the mingled cum from me and 
the dog. And John was licking her. His eyes were 
burning with lust as he did.

Then Brenda stood. She replaced his gag. We stood 
together over John, wrapping our arms around each 
other. We kissed passionately. Brenda's hand was 
already seeking out my cock, which was already 
stirring to life. I groaned as she cupped my balls, 
and then gripped my cock. She broke our embrace, and 
taking me by the cock, she led me to the bed. We left 
John there. I know he couldn't see. But he could hear 
us as we loudly fucked each other. We fucked 4 more 
times that night, including another time with the dog.

Finally, as the morning sun was just starting to come 
through the window, Brenda went to John. She untied 
him, releasing him. She removed his gag. Then she 
knelt in front of him, and took his cock in her mouth. 
In my life, I have never seen such a loving blow job 
as she administered then. Her whole being was centered 
on pleasing him.

I didn't stay for the end. It was their time now. I 
definitely felt like an intruder. It was time for me 
to leave. Taking the dog with me, I left them alone, 
closing the door behind me, and went to sleep on the 
couch.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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