1. The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 2


    Date: 12/27/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Erotica, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Threesome, Author: oldsteve, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    out, not even his big locking gland. What he could still do was bend his neck and head back and suck my dick, lying hard and long up between our abdomens. He wasn`t wilted inside me, but certainly somewhat softer; rather, he was just not moving, but as he licked my cock, it seemed to give him impetus, and I could feel it when he began moving his haunches again, and his cock immediately responded, as did my hips, and now he stopped his ministrations of my cock, and went back to fucking me so very nicely, and with youthful enthusiasm. He seemed to be able, this time, to go straight to ejaculations, and he was even more powerful jetting it inside my body, and there was no less of it, but combined with his first, locked-in load, I was getting full to capacity. He kept going, and I was now enduring, rather than fully enjoying it, but his love was unmistakeable in his fucking, and his grasping of my body, and drooping saliva as he laid his head on my chest, for my hands to fondle his ears and stroke him gently. Perhaps it was his haunches which grew tired, but eventually he did finish, and was able to drag his knot out without too much pain, and he lay down, looked at me, and waited for me to clean him: he hadn`t forgotten anything about our special relationship. I dragged my towel off the bed and scrunched it under my arse, in case I emptied while my tongue and mouth licked him clean and quite dry, and then he closed his eyes, his head lolling on the bed somewhat – but his cock ...
    was out and I knew it would be ready again soon. I exulted in his desire for me! Getting up, albeit slowly, I shuffled to my bathroom; emptying myself into the toilet, the towel still dry. I didn`t get a chance to have him love me again for quite a while. He yelped, and I ran out of the bathroom to see whatever the problem was; he was at the door, and his Mother was standing up outside. When I opened the door, he ran outside, and they both trotted out the front gate – why: I had no idea. It was lunch-time; didn`t really have a meaning, only that I had half a day and all the night to get through so I could feel `1 day older`: there wasn`t seeming to be anything more than this, when I was abandoned yet again. I wasn`t hungry – well, I was, but it was for a lactating female my body craved, not ordinary food. I watched some TV: nothing; I thought of going for a drive: dismissed the idea; I took off my shorts and read my book for a few minutes and closed my eyes, hoping for sleep. Actually, I did, so I wasn`t at all happy at being woken by a knocking at the locked screen door, and my wife saying, “Husband, I`m home; you might want to put on shorts: we have visitors.” Standing up, waking, I could see some new friend behind/beside my wife, staring in the door; she was holding a baby. I fumbled and put on my shorts, opened the door and put my bed in order, as they entered. “This is Emma, and her daughter; Emma`s husband ran out on them, and baby Amy has stopped drinking from her, and ...
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