Beth was despondent. Her lover had left her for another
woman. That man-stealing bitch! She was short and flat-
chested. And she had a fat ass, too, even if she was
very cute. Well, he’d regret it and come crawling back.
And when he did, Beth swore she’d make him beg and
grovel before she gave in.
But right now, three weeks after their break-up, Beth
felt miserable. So when her friends Steve and Peggy
asked her to look after their dog Duke for the weekend,
she was happy to oblige. It beat moping around all day
by herself. Beth picked him up on Friday afternoon and
brought him back to her small apartment.
Duke was a very friendly, very big dog, part
Rottweiler. He weighed well over a hundred pounds. When
Beth took him for a walk in the neighborhood park
before dusk on Friday, she felt like she was trying to
handle a team of horses. When Duke smelled something
and took off, all she could do was hang on for dear
life. But he was a good-natured beast and seemed to
enjoy her company. Friday night he curled up next to
her on the bed. It was nice having a warm body next to
her again….
That night she dreamed of her ex-boyfriend. They were
making passionate love; he told her he had made a
terrible mistake.
She woke up feeling lonely and incredibly horny. “I
better take a shower to calm down, then I’ll walk
Duke,” she thought. The feeling of arousal wouldn’t
leave her, however. She let the shower water stimulate
her clitoris. When she was done, she toweled herself
gently, rubbing her aching cunt and sensitive nipples.
The only answer, she decided, was to masturbate.
Duke stood in the bedroom, tail wagging, when she
emerged from the bathroom. “Oh, shit, I forgot about
him,” she thought. She would have to move him into the
living room while she took care of her needs.
When she approached him, Duke stuck his nose into her
crotch. Startled, she pushed his snout aside. “Come on,
Duke,” Beth said, “into the living room.” It wasn’t
easy to move him because he kept trying to sniff her
sex.
She finally tugged him from her bedroom. She noticed
that his doggy dick was out of its furry sheath – it
hung down pink and shiny. “All men are alike,” she said
aloud. “Only one thing on their mind all the time.” It
struck her that Duke’s dick was very large. She closed
her bedroom door from the inside, glad for some
privacy.
Beth was ready to pleasure herself. She stood in front
of her full-length mirror and admired her own body.
Many men liked it, she knew. She would not be single
for long. The thought made her feel a little better.
Beth went over to the dresser and put on the Citizen
watch her ex had given her. It had a shiny black band
and a rectangular white face with roman numerals. He
had told her it was classy, like her.
The watch was his little fetish, too – he insisted she
wear it when they made love. Now it reminded her of
him, his body, his stiff cock inside her.
She also put on a clingy black camisole top that he had
bought for her at Victoria’s Secrets. Her perfectly-
formed, firm boobs curved out provocatively. Her
nipples stood out clearly beneath the stretch fabric.
She pinched them gently, recalling how he would lick
her right through the thin material and bite softly on
her erect nipples. Her pussy was wet with excitement.
Beth returned to the full-length mirror to admire
herself. “I’m quite a fox,” she said aloud. “My legs
are long and shapely. Much better than that bitch, with
her fire-hydrant thighs.” She ran her fingers down her
belly and rubbed her cunt. A jolt of sexual energy shot
through her. “Better sit down for this,” she told
herself.
She sat on the edge of the bed and began to diddle her
clit. It felt great! She rocked forward and back, her
brown hair falling in front of her eyes. After a couple
of minutes like this, she lay back on the bed and
spread her legs apart. She inserted her left index
finger in her cunt as she continued to rub her clit
with her right hand. Now she was totally focused on the
sensations in her pussy.
Suddenly she felt something warm and moist on her pussy
– a tongue! “What the…?” she gasped. It was Duke. She
hadn’t closed the damn bedroom door securely. He began
to lap furiously at her pussy.
Torn between revulsion and pleasure, Beth froze. All
sorts of thoughts flashed through her brain: “What if
someone sees us? No, no one can get in, no one has the
key. But he’s a dog! This is disgusting, unnatural. Oh,
but it feels so good, so very, very good. Mmmm….I’ve
never felt a tongue that could do this.”
Duke had found her cunt and worked his warm tongue in,
out, around, and in. It penetrated a lot deeper than
any man’s tongue could. Beth found her voice. “OK, just
this time. I’m so close. I just want to cum. That’s it,
Duke, good boy, good doggie…”
And then her world exploded, a massive orgasm wracking
her body, as she cried out, “OH! AHHH! OHHHH!” She
shuddered again and again, delicious sensations
flooding through her. She passed out for a few moments,
lost in bliss.
Something poked her cunt, once, then again. Slowly Beth
became aware of herself, the room, and…Duke. His
front paws were up on the bed, on either side of her.
He stood between her open thighs. That was his big
doggie dick poking at her pussy.
Beth was horrified, but this time she wasn’t going to
let anything else happen. “NO, DUKE. BAD DOG!” she
yelled as she used all her strength to push him off
her.
She stood up and tried to run from the room. But she
had just had an orgasm and her legs felt like jello.
One step and then, thump, she fell hard on the floor,
face-first, directly in front of the mirror. Stunned
and scared, bruised from her fall, Beth felt tears come
to her eyes.
Duke stood behind her. Beth managed to pull herself to
her knees, then suddenly realized she had made a
terrible mistake. Her ass was point straight at Duke,
inviting him to mount her. “Oh, no,” she sobbed as he
advanced, but it was too late.
In an instant Duke had his front paws on her back, then
he wrapped them under her torso. With his weight atop
her, Beth could hardly move. She tried to pull away,
but Duke’s low, menacing growl froze her in place.
In shock and fear, Beth waited, eyes tightly closed.
“This can’t be happening to me,” she whimpered.
“Please, God, don’t let this happen to me.” She knew
would come next.
Something stabbed hard at her cunt, once, twice.
“Ouch!” she cried out at the pain. Duke was thrusting
for her pussy and missing. “He’ll find it eventually.
This hurts. So what’s the point?” Beth thought to
herself.
She reached under her and gently grasped Duke’s slimy
dog dick. He growled again. “Good dog, Duke,” Beth said
softly. “Nice dog. Let’s play nice.” He stopped
growling. She placed the tip of his big canine cock at
her pussy lips, guided him in an inch or two, and let
go.
Wham! Duke thrust in all the way and Beth gasped at the
instant sensation of warmth and fullness. Duke’s dick
felt warmer than a man’s penis. The sensation was odd
but, well, not unpleasant. In fact, it was kind of
nice.
Duke began to thrust rapidly in and out of Beth’s very
moist cunt. His paws scratched at her sides, but her
camisole protected her from the worst.
Beth opened her eyes. Seeing herself in the mirror made
the whole experience more real, more disgusting, more
obscene. But also more exciting. “I’m liking this,” she
thought to herself, stunned by that awareness. “I can’t
believe it. I’m being fucked by a dog and I really like
the feeling.”
“I’m his bitch now,” Beth said aloud to her image in
the mirror. “Duke’s little, brunette bitch.”
She could see the watch her former lover had given her.
What would he say now? She smiled broadly. No more
tears. “Who cares what that asshole thinks,” Beth
thought to herself, as Duke’s rapid pounding brought
her back to a high state of sexual tension. “He has
that other bitch. Now I’m Duke’s bitch.”
She began to meet Duke’s thrusts with her own, picking
up the rhythm. “Wow, I’m in heat,” she realized. It was
true. She was in season; she needed to mate.
Suddenly she felt something odd, something large and
hard pressing against her cunt. She remembered once
reading something about a male dog’s knot, but she
wasn’t sure what it did or how big it was.
She ducked her head to look beneath her swinging tits
and firm stomach. Yes, there it was, dark pink and
round. How could that possibly fit inside her? She felt
fear return, and her body tensed, motionless.
Duke pressed his knot against her cunt lips, which
slowly spread wider and wider. It felt like someone was
trying to ram a fist into her pussy. “Oh, that hurts,”
Beth complained, but she held steady. Finally, she felt
herself stretching more easily, yielding to this
massive intruder, bigger than the thickest human cock
she had ever taken..
Did she hear the pop or only imagine it? Beth wasn’t
sure, but suddenly the knot was inside her, and she
felt her pussy lips contract on the base of Duke’s
prick. “Wow,” she moaned. “We did it, Duke. We’re tied
now.” Impaled on Duke’s full dog cock, Beth could only
hold her position as he kept thrusting.
Duke had great stamina. Beth lost track of time. Her
knees ached. Her arms grew tired. To ease the strain,
she would take a break and let herself down slowly onto
her elbows. Her back became stiff from arching to meet
Duke’s humping.
After a while she felt another orgasm approaching. But
the problem with doggie style is that it provides the
human female with little clitoral stimulation. So Beth
reached beneath herself and rubbed her clit. That sent
her over the edge, a climax she would never, ever
forget – her first as a true bitch, the genuine
article.
Finally Duke came inside her. It wasn’t like a human
male orgasm, with a big build-up, heavy breathing, and
a final gasping eruption. No, she recognized Duke’s
climax from the sudden increase in warmth in her
vagina. It felt like someone had turned on a faucet to
release a hot liquid (but not too hot) inside her. The
sensation continued much longer than a man’s orgasm,
too. It seemed like Duke left a bucket of doggie cum
inside her.
After Duke shot his load, he started to move away from
Beth, and she had to grab his collar as she felt the
searing pain of his knot pull against her tender inner
walls. A new terror struck her: “What if he can’t get
out?” But she calmed herself. Dogs mate and separate;
it will happen here, too.
She coaxed Duke to lie beside her. As he did so, she
turned carefully to keep his cock inside her. Duke
quickly fell asleep. “All men are alike,” Beth again
thought, this time contentedly. Slowly Duke’s knot
subsided, and Beth was finally able to slide him out.
She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Warm,
thin doggie cum coursed down the inside of her thighs.
It seemed as though what had just happened had happened
to someone else, that she had been watching some
depraved act by a depraved women. No, it was her. She
was the depraved woman.
And she didn’t mind it a bit. She already knew she
would do it again. Tonight. And tomorrow, too. Maybe
Steve and Peggy would make it a long weekend.
As Duke slept, she went into the bathroom to clean up.
The scratches on her side were not too bad. “Next time,
mister,” she said, “you’re going to wear mittens when
you want to fuck me.”
They needed to do some shopping, Beth decided. A mat
for the floor would help her knees. Mittens for those
sharp paws. A studded doggie collar for me, to match my
mate’s. She imagined the expression on the face of the
pet store clerk when he asked what size the dog was and
she told him the collar was for her.
When she was dressed, she took Duke’s leash. “Wake up,
Duke, time to go out,” she called. He stirred slowly
from his nap, and stretched out his paws. Tail wagging,
he approached her and stuck his snout in her crotch.
“Not now, Duke. We have errands to do.” As she opened
the door, she noticed that his dick was already out of
its sheath and hanging down, long and inviting. “All
men are alike,” Beth said one last time, as they headed
out.
The weekend would not last long enough.