My Dog, Guest Post by A. Cassell

Content: This story contains explicit sex and dog play. All characters are consenting human adults.

I’m a morning person, but it’s early, too early even for me, when you wake me up with a soft growl. It’s low in your throat, a menacing promise, thick and thrilling. It goes straight to my cunt, flooding me, my flesh starting to swell, my cock’s morning wood hardening from pine to oak. I wake up, fuzzy-headed, with a start as I feel your hot breath on my neck. You smell like deep shadowed forests and green riverbanks when you become the dog, all dank and feral, ready to take what is yours. I’m half in dreamland, that nebulous point where reality is hazy. Our bedroom is still dark, the worn cotton quilt heavy over us. You rumble a low warning again and, as I awaken more fully, I realize you’re behind me, spooning me lovingly like the good dog that you are.

I start to shake, knowing this is a temporary quiet. Your paw snakes over my throat, pulls me closer as your erection skids across my ass, leaving a trail of doggie precome, and your odor deepens, a layer of rotting autumn leaves and cool mossy caves. Your hold on my neck is tight, and I can’t help but panic for a minute, starting to struggle. I can see the furniture in our bedroom taking shape in the predawn light that is filtering through the open window, the linen curtains billowing slightly as the chilly morning air blows them open. Birdsong floats into our bedroom, urging us to rise. Your cock has taken these instructions to heart; it is a homing device, poking and pressing between my soft thighs. Your arm tightens around my neck, urging me to hold still and I squirm in panic. That’s when I realize that you must have refastened my wrist cuffs as I slept, and my wrists are locked together, making it difficult to ward off your early morning growl and fuck. Do I want to stop you anyway?

Your paw lifts my hips, arranging me on all fours, my ass in the air, vulnerable and expectant. One paw reaches down to twist my sensitive tits that are hanging low, and I start to breath hard, my panting echoing yours. Your breath is hot and moist as you tease my nipples into elongated points, then fasten the tit clamps onto them that we have chained to the wooden headboard. I whimper and writhe, my tits throbbing. I’m now chained to the bed by the tit clamps, my tits stretched out. I moan in desperation; my wrists bound together and the tit clamps holding me in place.

As I struggle, your red wet doggie cock works its way bluntly between my clasped thighs, opening my cunt’s cleft, until the hard length of it is resting like a sword in its scabbard between my cunt lips. You’re not inside of me…yet. You fuck the slippery folds of my cunt, the head of your cock rubbing my clit with each stroke. I whimper, “Please, my love. Please, fuck me,” but you continue your agonizingly slow fuck of my cunt lips, your slick dog cock thrusting along my outer lips, which are swelling and hardening with pleasure. My cock is painfully hard, and each pass over it with your blunt cock head pushes back its foreskin. My legs are wet with my juices and I’m groaning with abject need for your cock to be buried in my cunt, my ass. You reach around with one paw and pull the chain of my aching right nipple, still sore from last night’s caning, then tighten your grip on my neck, jabbing my clit with short hard strokes and I have my first small orgasm of the day, fighting for breath and moaning into the morning, my cunt beating its wings.

I’m twitching beneath you, writhing. I can feel an avalanche of orgasms gathering in my belly and I moan, incoherently begging you to fuck me. You snarl, a low sound that comes from your heart and your cock, then the morning air in our little bedroom thickens with something hot and primitive.

Everything smells of cunt and dog, with a layer of fog over all. Your cock is at my asshole, obediently resting on that ring of muscle, and my asshole is desperately opening already, trying to gulp you deep inside. You place your furry paws on my hips, one on the left and the other on my right. Your claws prick my skin and you lean over to bite my neck hard and suddenly, your sharp teeth painful, then you straighten up, and with a triumphant bestial growl, plunge deep into my ass.

That first plunge is the most difficult. Even though I live for your dog cock pulsing in my ass, I cry out in fury and pain at the suddenness of your fuck. My asshole opens up under your cock; it has no choice. You batter your way in, past the little cave in the beginning and through into my bowels. Oh, god, I want your cock to spear me and pierce my heart.

You snap and growl, fucking me savagely. I know you’re watching your cock disappear into my asshole, that bright crimson canine flesh, shiny with come and lube being enveloped by my white ass cheeks, by my hairy asshole. You love to watch, fascinated by your meaty cock being swallowed by my greedy asshole. It gets you hotter; you tighten your grip on my hips, digging into my flesh to hold me in place. I’m babbling and have started a series of comes that aren’t going to stop until you’re done with our fuck. My cock juts out hard and wet through my cunt lips into the morning air, that crimson knob of flesh that you love to suck. I can feel come dripping down my thighs onto the bed.

You snarl and smother my cock with your huge paw, and I scream, coming hard at your unexpected caress. I hear a low, triumphant growl from you, as you tug at my cock again. And I’m coming, a roller coaster of pleasure that you control. With each thrust, my body is pushed forward. You’re drooling, thick strings of spit falling from your pointed teeth and lolling tongue onto my ass, but you pull out, your slimy cock head resting on my asshole, then reach beneath me and tug on my tit clamps and plunge into my ass in one movement. I bellow, an orgasm crashing through me with the sudden pain and the pleasure. For a moment, everything is covered in a red fog, my eyes are rolling back in my head, and I can hear you roaring with pleasure in the distance. Are we still in our bedroom? I can’t tell. This moment is when I finally feel complete and real, when our bodies have fucked a magical hidden world into existence. The odors of violet-shadowed forests and mossy, green riverbanks flood my senses.

I’m woozy with coming, but you need more. My dog always needs more and I live to be her vessel, the living body that is opening beneath her, always opening, like a sea anemone, soft and salty. With a snort and a roar, you take what is yours, the hard, round knot at the base of your cock starts to force itself into my asshole. All I can do is babble, “Oh god, oh god, oh god!” as the enormous bulb further stretches out my asshole. I can feel your cock pulsing deep inside of me, as your knot brazens its way inside. I’m whimpering with pain; but is it pain or is it pleasure? I can’t tell the difference any longer, all I know is that I need your knot inside of me like the sky needs clouds, popping inside and filling me. I’m never confident that I can take it, this knot that binds us together, and start to sob with love and terror. I love you so much; this pain that you give me when you take me is a blessing for us both, an anointing that seizes us with unearthly powers. You give a harsh roar, as your rock of a knot impels its way inside, past that ring of muscle, into my ass. Once within, you snarl and pound yourself into my ass, deep, reaching my soul. The room fades away. We are the only spirits on earth.

I can feel your drool on my back, thick strands of warm spit, and your flanks are trembling with your impending orgasm. I want to come with you, our bodies beating together like birds’ wings. With another roar, your paws tighten their grip on my hips and you come, hips pumping and hot liquid bursting from your cock, filling my asshole with viscous sweet come, until it’s dripping out.

When you come, it feels like your doggie cock has reached my heart. My last orgasm gathers in my belly like thunderclouds, thick and heavy, ready to burst. Your cock pulses with a riotous beat, and my cunt does the same. My orgasm floods my body with pink ribbons of electric energy, from my ass, to my cunt, up my belly, through my chest and heart, and exploding through the crown of my head. My belly contracts and I come explosively, shooting out in a hot squirt of come onto your thighs. You’re mine, and I’m yours.

We collapse in a fuck heap on the quilt, our hearts racing and our breathing raspy. Gradually, I become aware that you’re kissing my neck and murmuring, “I love you,” and the room comes back into focus. I stir and whisper that I love you back.

You try to ease out of my ass, but you really are stuck inside of me. I can’t help but giggle giddily, which sets you off laughing. Finally, you wiggle out of your harness briefs and cock, reach into my asshole with your fingers, squish your knot, and ease it out. I sigh with relief, and we snuggle for a minute. You get up to throw your cock and sheath in the bathroom sink, while I start the kettle for tea and feed the cats. The sun is up now, and Sunday is officially beginning. Later, we’ll meander hand-in-hand through the farmers’ market for the week’s vegetables and fruits; I have a hankering for blackberries, and you for herb-flecked goat cheese. The birdsong, our dog fucking, our coming until we’re weak with pleasure, our pots of morning tea, and the farmers’ market is the brilliantly beautiful, secluded world of hedonism and love we’ve created. My Dog, my sweetest Dog.