A Girl and Her Dog [bst]

*(I posted this once before and some said they liked it, so here it is again.)*

Sometimes I’m like, “What, again? Already?” But when he starts to nose me and whine I just can’t help it. I get that horny churning in my tummy and my girl parts just start to swell and wet and throb. It’s kinda like Pavlov’s dog. He whimpers for his release and it rings my damn bell. I guess I’m like a dog for my dog.

I’ve got him trained, though. He knows what it means when he starts to hear the porn noises from the laptop, the squealing and groaning. Even if he wasn’t already nudging me, he’ll come quick and lay his head on my thigh or lay at my feet, watching, his eyes bright and his tail wagging.

He knows my smell and my taste. And even if I had not been thinking about it, just knowing he needs me again so soon gets me wet and ready. Around the house I will go padding around in panties and a robe most of the time, so there’s always easy access. I’ll let him get up next to me if I’m sitting on the couch or something, and I’ll finger myself a little first and feed him little tastes of me from my hand and my fingers while I watch my porn. I like the way his eyes stay focused on the drippy girl-juices on my fingers as I bring them to his mouth. He loves his treats! And he’ll follow my hand down and lick at me a little while I do that, following that taste to its source. It’s super sexy when he’s snuffling and slurping all around my fingers while I’m playing in my pussy and watching my porn. I never shave my pussy so my cleft is furry and aromatic and he knows exactly what that tangy smell means: he wags his tail so hard his whole behind wiggles.

His dog cock is always hard and red by this time, extending from its sheath. He’s a big Chocolate Lab and it looks obscenely inflamed and raw against the rest of his coloration. He’ll whimper and paw at me, and sometimes his excitement makes him sneeze which is just adorable. His big brown eyes are big and bright as he senses that it’s playtime. He’ll grab me and hump at my leg or thrust in midair but I make him stop. I know his need is urgent but he has to wait. I like seeing it like that, though: waving around, under his belly, distended and thick, his little nuts drawn up hard. Sometimes there’s even a little glistening moisture there at the tip beforehand. And sometimes I’ll caress him a little there, feeling the heat and the hardness. But it’s his panting, mindless need that really gets me going, and sometimes he’ll start thrusting into my hand when I do that. I’m a female in heat and all he knows is that he needs to breed. Right now. It might be the third time today but it doesn’t matter.

When I feel like we’re both pretty worked up it’s time. It never takes long. He gets old sweatsocks on his paws so he doesn’t scratch me. I’ll shuck my panties and the robe and in seconds I’m naked. I usually let him do me right there on the couch. It’s easier for him to mount me there than on the bed. First I’ll push him back down onto the floor. Then I’ll lay on my chest on the seat cushions with my knees on the floor, facing the backrest. I always spread a towel out ’cause he makes a mess when he comes. I do too sometimes. Spreading myself wide, sometimes he will sniff me there and snuffle a little, and I know he can smell my heat as I coax him just a little with my hand between my legs, tapping myself where I want him: “Here, boy. Right here.” Sometimes I even leave my porn playing on the laptop so that I can have my visuals in front while he takes care of me from behind.

Once I present to him that way he knows the drill. He’ll climb up and before he even has his paws clasped around my waist I can feel him starting to pump in midair or against my thigh, but I always guide him carefully into me. He’s not especially thick—although I know there’s a surprise that comes later—but he’s pretty long and he fills me all the way up. My pussy is already juicy and creamy, wide-open and throbbing with anticipation and once he senses himself engulfed in my wetness, he’ll thrust his appendage the rest of the way into me, sometimes letting out a throaty growl as he does so. In moments he’s hunched over, fully mounted, and settling into his mindless, urgent, panting rut, his haunches rhythmically working at my bottom like a well-oiled machine.

He grasps me firmly around my midsection with his paws, and his head is usually just over my shoulder. His weight is full on me, pressing me down into the cushions. He pants and slobbers while he does it. Sometimes I can feel his tail swishing against the back of my thighs. His fur rubs on my back, arms and behind, and the smell of him, his hair and his doggy pants fills my nostrils. His muscles and sinews work his cock inside me with hungry efficiency. He’s mating me, his animal breeding instincts in full mindless force. He’ll keep grabbing at me and repositioning himself with his rear legs, pushing harder into me, driving deeper into my bottom, fucking away at me there like a piston. Every once in a while he’ll push me so hard I feel like I have to move, but if I do he gives a little growl in the back of his throat and hangs on tighter, thrusting in harder and faster. I love it when he snarls like that. I know he won’t let me get away before he gets his nut. And I know he wants to get that knot inside, too.

By this time I’m already close to cumming like a dirty little dog-slut in heat. His urgency and need sets me off. The way he pants and snorts and fucks at my bottom. His animalistic instincts going full throttle. It’s not even lust; it’s a primal need, a hunger that must be satisfied. I’ll reach down and rub my stiff little clitty nice and hard while he pistons away back there, pressing it against his dog cock inside me. I can feel the wetness, the hot slickness there. The heat, my pussy fur matted and wet. I can hear the squishy fuck noises coming from behind me, and sometimes a hot trickle of juice will dribble wetly down my thigh.

I know he won’t last long, not just because dogs are programmed get it in and do their business as fast as they can, but also because of the way I’m squeezing him. He’s gonna do what he needs to do, but it’s up to me to keep up with him. But it just doesn’t take me that long, either. I’m already worked up, rubbing my hard clit urgently, and all I need is that last push to tip me over the edge. We’re both panting and grunting, two animals rutting away. And we both know what’s coming.

The first few times we tried it things were very awkward. It was on my bed, and that’s how I discovered that the bed wasn’t the right place. The mattress is soft, he can’t stand up, he tried climbing on top, losing his balance. He’d get frustrated and pull out, wander away. He seemed like it wasn’t really what he needed. He would start and stop. Sometimes I would get frustrated too and finish myself with my fingers while he lay beside me or on the floor. That’s when we started using the sofa, so he could stand on the floor.

But the first couple of times I wouldn’t let him knot me either. I mean, he was trying. I felt it there. He was pushing into me but I pulled away a little. He seemed like he was still getting his rocks but I wouldn’t let him go all the way in. I would look at it after he pulled out and worry that he would hurt me. But I also felt like maybe he wasn’t getting his full satisfaction. He always left a load in me but his cock would stay out when he dismounted and sometimes the knot wouldn’t go away for a long time. And sometimes he’d lick at himself as if to soothe the ache.

When it finally happened it was really an accident. I felt him thrusting and pushing and I felt the knot but realized that this time it was actually inside. Maybe I had arched my back a little more than usual and with all my juices running he had gotten that last bit in? But either way, he had fucked me wide open and it just slid right in, and this time when he started squirting his load he just held on tight and huffed as it swelled up more and more. He slowed and stopped his movements as he spurted and panted. I could sense the extra heat of it in my pussy, the extra pressure from his knot.

I had been afraid of that thickness but it felt like heaven as he stretched me out. It felt enormous but it didn’t hurt at all. I had been touching my clitty before but when he knotted up I could feel it pressing on me there from inside and suddenly my whole clit felt luscious and huge and everything down there throbbed and pulsed with the long hard spasms of a mind-numbing orgasm. My bootyhole spasmed as all my muscles tightened over and over. I clenched my jaws and squeezed my pussy around his swollen member and grunted, snorting as the glorious waves swept through me. I was milking him with my cunt, and he held on tight as he slowed his motions and filled me with his seed in long, hard squirts.

We were both exhausted and tired but he just lay on my back huffing and panting and drooling for a long time. I had been knotted and now we were tied; he had made his mark and planted his seed. He was still huge inside me, and I felt like I had to hold onto his legs to keep him from pulling out too soon. I didn’t want it to hurt coming out but I also wanted to relish that feeling, that thick sensation in my cunt, that knowledge that I had been taken and totally used. I had been bred like a bitch. But with all of our slick juices together, after a little bit he slipped slowly out of me, his knot first stretching me wide again and then coming out of me with an audible wet plop and his still-huge organ slapping a little on the backs of my thighs. His entire huge load came drooling out of me then all at once, all down my thighs, drenching the towel.

And then he did something he had not done with quite as much vigor before: with me still splayed wide on my knees, he started to lick and slurp up the remnants of his drippy come from all around my pussy and my behind, his wide tongue darting and slathering as he licked all around between my cheeks, up my slit to my bootyhole and back, snorting and whiffing my aroma as he tongued me there. I gasped and shivered with the whorishness of it all. He licked me thirstily and greedily, as if he hadn’t had water for a week. And I guess because I was still all cranked up from my first knotted orgasm, that was all it took for me to go off hard again. Without even touching myself, my pussy contracted and clenched again as his tongue raked over my lips and clitty and I’m pretty sure I squirted a little this time because it was all over his snout and down his chest. I grunted as I felt the spasms pounding away between my legs. And he kept licking and slurping as all that fuck-mess dribbled from my pussy. It was one of the most delicious orgasms I have ever had: dirty, wet, long and hard. Finally we were both completely finished, and he lay panting on the floor while I lay panting on the couch, everything between my legs throbbing and wet, tingling with the after effects, the moisture cooling in the air.

And now I was hooked. I couldn’t get enough. Three, four times a day. More sometimes. As many times as I needed it, he was ready. And as many times as he needed it I was ready too. He didn’t care if it was morning or night. It didn’t matter if I was showered or clean. He didn’t care when I got my period. He didn’t want me to shave my pussy. He didn’t even care if it was still wet and matted from last time. And every time it was like he had never fucked anything before. And he would never ever tell or be unfaithful. He would fuck me and lick me and make me come buckets over and over every day and love me for it. And all I had to do was take care of his needs: food, water, and pussy. He’s the best boy a girl could have. He’s my dog and I’m his bitch.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9kcl1w/a_girl_and_her_dog_bst