1. The Dog Who Brought Dinner - Chapter 3


    Date: 1/26/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Bestiality, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Erotica, Hardcore, Oral Sex, Rape, Romance, Author: oldsteve, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    me, of me coupled with the black after the second day, with the only message following: `can I try a dog; you have to find me one, or these photos go to the Police`. Of course, what she didn`t realise was that this message would implicate her just as much as me! I didn`t send her a phone message back; I left a written note on the steps upstairs where she would find it: `I will help you` - 4 words so ambiguous, she couldn`t use them to blackmail me further. Not my immediate concern; I opened the car door and the black jumped in with no hesitation; “fickle” I said to him, but with a smile. Parking outside the temple, he was eager to get out, but stood outside the door looking at me for a few seconds; I parked everything and got out, and now he trotted away - to see friends, I surmised. Pressing the immobiliser, I wandered over to the group, and was surprised to see a white puppy there; hadn`t seen him last time, I was sure, but he was some months old, not as big or robust, or as old, as the black pup which came to my house, but I immediately thought of my wife when I saw he did, indeed, have a protruding cock, ready for action it appeared, as he frolicked and jumped around and up my legs, and the other dogs. I hunched down on my heels and he came sniffing and licking; I looked for a Mother or Father, but as soon as I stood, he jumped up my legs, his tail wagging furiously, and he followed me to the car, jumping on the door sill when I opened the driver`s door, and wriggling his ...
    body in and stuck under the pedals. “It seems you want to come home now” I said to him, looking for my black; he was sitting, perhaps holding counsel with the pack; he looked across to me and seemed to nod his head, `bye` perhaps, and I fumbled to get the white puppy out and sit him on the passenger seat, but he wanted to sit in my lap, and that`s how we went home. I took a photo and sent it to my wife: `waiting at home for you` and she sent back `cute, home early`! Part 3 She must have had a fast motorcycle taxi because she was true to her word, came in, threw her handbag on the table, and knelt down to the wagging-tailed, lolling-tongued puppy, who happily went into her lap, after an afternoon spent with me pushing him away to wait for her. He went for her tits – clever dog - in her work uniform shirt, and she squealed as he pushed his nose down the open `v`. “I`ll take him upstairs and show him around” she said, and I shrugged; “show him to go to the toilet down the drain hole in the bathroom, then flush it” I suggested. He bounded behind her, but fell on his nose on the steep steps and she picked him up and carried him. A few moments later, her shirt and bra were sailing down the stairs to the floor, and that was followed by her panties and jeans. “We`re going for a shower” she called down, and I called back “I`m going out for a beer; phone me.” I had a quick shower, dried with a new towel I had brought down earlier when the puppy was sleeping, and washed my hair. Then I ...
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