Aroused by the New Arrival's Gaze
# The Arrival of Bruno (2 renamed) The old Victorian house creaked under the weight of the afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the beams that sliced through the bay window. Chloe stretched, her full lips curving into a lazy smile as the
Chapter 1
The old Victorian house creaked under the weight of the afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the beams that sliced through the bay window. Chloe stretched, her full lips curving into a lazy smile as the hem of her sundress rode up her thighs. She could hear Ethan in his office down the hall, the steady tap-tap of his keyboard a testament to his serious focus. It was a quiet Saturday morning, ripe with the promise of nothing at all.
That quiet shattered with the rumble of a truck in the driveway.
She met Ethan at the front door. He looked every bit the responsible professional, his brown hair neatly trimmed, but there was a glint in his eye she knew well—the one that appeared when he was contemplating something deliciously off-script.
“Looks like Our guest is here,” Ethan said, his voice low.
The man who stepped down from the truck was named Derek, a friend of a friend in a bind. And behind him, straining against a heavy leash, was Bruno.
He was a Bull Mastiff, a mountain of muscle wrapped in dark, brindled fur. Young, powerful, his broad chest and stalky legs promised immense strength.
Chloe, being the time of month it was, just happened to be at the most fertile point in her cycle.
Jaspers dark eyes, intelligent and assessing, locked onto Chloe the moment he saw her. He didn’t bark. He just stared, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent from across the yard…….he knew she was furtle too……….he could smell it.
“He’s a sweetheart, just… full of energy,” Derek said, handing the leash to Ethan. “Hasn’t had a proper run in a while. Needs a firm hand.”
Ethan took the leash, his knuckles white against the leather. Chloe watched the thick muscles in Bruno’s haunches roll as he shifted his weight, his attention never leaving her.
A strange, warm flush crept up her neck. She felt something was odd about his mannerisms toward her, but she paid no mind and brushed it off at first.
Chloe was kind, paying no attention to Bruno, exchanged pleasantries with Derek, and he was on his way
Once inside the house, Bruno began wandered around, sniffing, exploring, and generally looking around the house that would be his home for a few weeks
After several hours of this, Bruno started to lowly make the dynamic of the whole place shift. The house, once theirs, now held a potent, primal presence in Bruno that they would increasingly realize they could not ignore.
After awhile, Bruno began following Chloe from room to room, kind of like a silent, shadow/ predator. Once, When she bent to plug in her phone charger, a specific sound that rumbled from him wasn’t a growl—it was a deep, visceral hum that vibrated through the floorboards.
She noticed the sound he made, and straightened herself rather quickly, her heart began beating heavy against her ribs, getting the feeling almost like she was being stalked like a victim in her own home…….a feeling they BOTH would soon find out was a reality.
This happened several times throughout the course of the day, and as time went on, it became more noticeable that Bruno always seemed to manage to be in the same vicinity of the home that Chloe was in. No one thought much of it, but it was becoming a trend.
Ethan, watching most of it all from the archway to the living room said nothing, his expression unreadable. Serious, always so serious. But his gaze was hot on her skin, tracking the nervous sway of her hips, the way her hand fluttered to her throat. He knew she was a bit unsure of Bruno, just not how much.
As the day progressed, and Bruno got more use to his surroundings, his urge/need to mate (something he hadn’t done in several years) was begining to show a bit.
A nudge to Chloe’s leg here, a brush up against her there, an occasional quick crotch sniff, subtle things that were begining to happen more frequently.
Still, she shrugged it off, greatly underestimating what Bruno had on HIS mind for her.
“He seems to have taken a liking to you,” Ethan observed, his tone flat. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. “Oh I dont think so” Chloe replied “he is just in unfamiliar surroundings and just doesn't know us yet.” (That opinion would soon change for her in ways she could not yet imagine)
Ethan however, seemed to think something was different. At one point he watched as Chloe, with her back to Bruno, was being watched by him……….as Bruno watched and studied her every movement, as he did his big cock began to extend from its sheath a bit……Chloe didn't notice it but Ethan sure, did and he knew right then and there what Bruno had on *HIS* mind.
Later that evening, as they were near the back door, a pile of freshly laundered beach towels in a basket were at Chloe’s feet. The sun was almost down, casting long, sensual shadows throughout the house. Bruno lay nearby, a statue of controlled power, his dark eyes like pools of oil………..waiting….watching her every move.
“Can you grab those, hon? I’ll get dinner started,” Ethan said, and left for the kitchen.
Chloe nodded, bending from the waist to gather the fluffy towels. Her sundress tightened across the ripe curve of her ass, the fabric straining. She suddenly heard the scrape of claws on hardwood.
In her peripheral vision, she saw a massive, dark shape approaching her.
And…without warning, Bruno saw his opportunity……he quickly made his move……a cold and calculated move to be sure.
Time for her suddenly slowed. The heat of the room condensed, it became a palpable pressure……Because,…Almost instantly,…She felt jaspers immense, muscular weight pushing down against her backside first, a solid, insistent weight that pushed her forward and over the basket.
“Bruno what the hell………GET OFF OF ME!” She ordered
A low, guttural sound filled the air, a sound of pure, untamed intent…..a deep warning growl………Rough and frantic, his large paws found their place on her hips, clamping down, forcing her to her knees, and subsequently taking complete control, holding her still and in place.
“Bruno what’s the matter with you…………let me go…..” She tried to free herself from his grip…..but to no avail, he finally had her exactly where he wanted her……..and no amount of struggling was going to free her…….the big dog had made his move………he then let out a low growl…….a warning to her not to move.
Chloe froze………Her breathing stopped for a second, the air temporarily trapped in her lungs. She was pinned, on her knees, her beautiful ass fully and utterly exposed as her thin sundress slid up onto her back.
Then, she began feeling his partially unsheathed rod beginning to poke and prod at her and spill his pre-cum into some of her most sensitive areas.
The world narrowed to the overwhelming heat at her core, the powerful animal claiming its position. She heard Ethan’s sharp intake of breath from across the room, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t move or attempt to stop it. He had heard the noise, and came into see this……his wife…about to be taken by a huge dog
He just watched……..he couldn’t help but be aroused by what HE was SEEING!.
Chapter 2
Ethan’s husky whisper was a low vibration in the charged air. “Don’t move, baby—let him get a good sniff of what he wants………maybe after that he will let you alone.” “Seems to me that *MAY* not be *HIS* intention tho” Chloe replied with fear in her voice
His words pinned her as effectively as Bruno’s immense weight. Chloe still frozen, on all fours, bent over the laundry basket, her knuckles white where she gripped the wicker.
The dog’s hot, panting breath soaking through the thin silk of her turquoise panties, a damp, primal heat that painted her skin. An involuntary shiver racked her body, a tremor of pure, electric anticipation that had nothing to do with fear…..her pussy became inexplicitly wet.
“Ahhh He can smell you,” Ethan murmured, his footsteps a soft shuffle as he moved closer. He wasn’t Gonna stop this. He was *allowing* it. “He can smell how wet you are for him, Chloe. Can’t you feel it?”
Being honest with herself, yes, She could. A slick, aching animalistic warmth had began pooling between her thighs the moment those rough paws settled on her hips.
Bruno’s blunt muzzle began nudging insistently against the seam of her silk panties, his tongue licking and prodding, looking for her already wet & hot snatch that he could vividly smell now, the thin fabric, a pathetic barrier. A deep, rumbling sound emanated from his chest, vibrating through her entire body.
“Oh, God, Ethan…” she breathed, the words strained with fear………”he’s gonna try to mate with me isn’t he?”
“I dunno,…maybe…….Just let him explore for a minute or two,” Ethan suggested, his voice now thick with a dark excitement. “He’s just checking you out……hopefully, He will get disinterested in a minute or two……….my fear is that if I try to interfere, he MAY attack one or both of us”
Those words, spoken in Ethan’s serious tone, sent a fresh jolt of concern through her. Bruno’s investigation grew more focused. His nose pressed firmly against her clothed cleft, huffing in great, shuddering breaths that made her toes curl. The broad, muscular plane of his chest was like a furnace against her ass………Her usually “concrete like” resolve was beginning to show some cracks
Chloe couldn’t speak. She could only nod, a frantic little motion, as the animal’s hot tongue lashed out a shocking, wet swipe against the silk panties covering her pussy. Softly whispering, “oh my……”as her hips IMMEDIATELY began slowly bucking…..instinctively and involuntarily reacting to his advance…….she began to quietly moan & groan a bit as her resistance started weakening.
“Steady,”……Ethan, trying to sooth her knowing she was fighting two things, fear *and* her body's actions that were beginning to betray her,…..He felt her resolve gradually weakening, his fingers softly caressing her skin. “He’s just wants a taste. Look at him. He loves your flavor.”
The massive dog’s hips now began a slow, instinctual humping, as his hardening, thick staff beneath his belly began grinding against the curve of her ass through his fur exposing his steadily hardening, unsheathing *ENORMOUS* fuck rod……she could feel it too!
It had to be at least 9 inches long and about four inches in diameter. Speechless……Both Ethan and Chloe looked at it in astonishment…….its size……its thickness…..length,…….and he wasn't fully hard or completely unsheathed yet!!
The promise of what was there, of what was sure to be *next AND* what was *imminent*, was fast becoming intense and terrifyingly real. The air became heavy with the scent of her arousal (something she could no longer hide), animal musk, and Ethan’s hungry observations.
“Tell me the truth,………and be honest Chloe,” Ethan whispered, his mouth close to her ear, sensing her softening and lowering her inhibitions…….“What do you *REALLY* want to happen here?”
“Oh God,…….Im not sure,…………(Her voice labored)…….He’s so strong,…….I shouldn’t………….. be feeling this way……..this is soo soo wrong but……….I cant just………” Chloe stammered, feeling his power vibrating through her…...her resolve continuing to weaken, “Look how he’s holding me in place……..I may not have a choice………. I think I may be in some serious trouble here” “It IS starting to look that way” Ethan replied quietly
His pre-cum and her increasingly uncontrolled excitement had her panties completely drenched now, and his big dog dick was now fully unsheathed, putting all 11 1/2 full inches of his angry red cock on full display……
This also made his every move feel soothing against her satin covered pre-cum soaked pussy as he urgently poked and prodded .
Sliding his big dick up and down the cleft of her ass cheeks while searching for his target, the slick, velvety satin crevasse caused him to whine and whimper with animal lust , and as a consequence, causing her entire body to accelerate its betrayal process against her…….
“You like that doncha boy?…..feels *REAL GOOD* dont it?” As if answering his whining…….”Yeah boy, I like it too………that big hot cock of yours feels REALLY GOOD right now…..”
As Chloe was well on her way towards loosing THAT conflicting battle, she also began loosening up and was starting to give serious consideration to allowing what Bruno already knew was gonna happen. Her ultimately Giving in and taking the absolute hardest fucking of her life!
With her resolve and inhibitions all but gone, she started talking herself into it, She gradually began to consider surrendering herself to Bruno,
Reasoning that, “Hmmmm, Nobody would EVER know except the two of..…Scratch that…Three of us right?” She thought……”and Bruno certainly cant tell anyone even if he wanted to right?…….this is so nasty and so dirty too…….that makes it even hotter…..and Ethan?? I KNOW he would love seeing me pleasured beyond anything he *ever* imagined…..God I cant believe I'm gonna do this…..”
Chloe began panting now, matching the rhythm of the beast pinning her. Her every nerve was on fire, every thought consumed by the overwhelming physical reality of the dog’s claim and her beginning to surrender to what she felt was certainly going to happen no matter how much of a fight she put up.
“God he feels so hot against my skin………I………..I wonder if…..…” she gasped, pausing for a moment, the fantasy quickly becoming a reality, coiling tight in her belly, lost in the moment, but then, coming back to reality for a moment……..“No………I cant do this……..it’s not right………I shouldn’t………..no……..this is so wrong………What the hell am I thinking?………I cant do this…….……but…….but……..OH GOD look at that GIGANTIC COCK…….” her resignation almost complete………….surrendering……“I wonder if it would even fit???”……….having NO IDEA how close she *ACTUALLY* was to finding out!
Chapter 3
Bruno’s frantic search soon became undeniable and relentless. His blunt muzzle pushed harder against her silk-covered pussy, a wet, insistent nosing that made her begin to moan a bit louder.
His hips humping faster now, his thick, hard length beneath his belly grinding a slick, hot path against her ass through his fur……….Bruno was about to soon answer her question LOUD AND CLEAR!
Not even realizing she was doing it, she Adjusted her position, spreading her legs ever so slightly open in a daring attempt to give Bruno just a bit more access to his ultimate prize……to see what he would do……..Bruno got the message and became even more frantic about finding his Ethan
The pre-cum soaking her panties had turned the fabric into a shiny, slick, sticky, smooth transparent second skin, but was still the only thing between the two preventing a full on connection and every frantic shift of his powerful body sent electric jolts straight to her core. It was ONLY a matter of time until he got what he wanted, and provided what Chloe now so desperately and increasingly NEEDED.
Ethan’s fingers tightened on her shoulder. His voice was a low, urgent rasp right by her ear. “Now listen to me carefully, Chloe…..If you don't want to do this, I understand…………But take a good Look at him……….you know what he wants………and He’s going to find it too……….and when he does….…He’s going to take what he believes is HIS………..and he WONT CARE how much distress YOU are in……he IS an animal you know”
A pause, heavy with everything unsaid. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Is this……is this something you really want?…..because believe me when i tell you, you have NEVER been FUCKED like *HE’S* gonna fuck you”
His question hung in the air, thick with the scent of musk and her own arousal and surrender. She was bent over, pinned by a beast, her husband’s hand the only tether to her old life. Bruno’s desperate rutting against her answered for her body. A deep, aching need clenched inside her, a betrayal so complete it felt like truth.
“Yes,” she gasped, the labored words torn from her, raw and honest. “God, Ethan,……..yes…….I……I do……I……I havnt been fucked in so long because of…………well..all your health problems and…………You know I love sex and…..……Yes……..Oh God yes I really do want it. I want to feel him………ALL of him”
Her permission was a switch. A guttural sound ripped from Bruno’s chest……..even he knew…… His paws dug into her hips, holding her even tighter as his hindquarters shifted with a new, terrifying purpose.
The wet, hot pressure at her center became focused, probing…….And With that, She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her sopping panties and pushed them down to her knees, removing the last remaining barrier of safety for her with a soft sound she felt more than heard.
“OK…..That’s your choice,” Ethan murmured, not believing what he was seeing or hearing….his breath hot on her neck. His other hand sliding down her back, in a possessive claim. “Im going to help him have you…..and You’re going to be his good girl now……..and you’re gonna have to take whatever treatment he gives ok?………..and I hope you like it……” his voice trailing off…..
By now Bruno was going bonkers trying to find Chloe’s pussy…….thats when Ethan reached down to help the process with his right hand…..taking hold of his member and guiding it, aligning the two…….
and with that, The broad, slick head of jaspers huge pole touched her wet entrance for the first time, *AND FINALLY* he found his target.
And, with no warning, Bruno immediately slammed his ENTIRE LENGTH as deep and as hard into her wet pussy as he possibly could, instantly causing a stretching and immediate filling that stole the air from her lungs and rolled her eyes into the back of her head.
Chloe rapidly inhaled,……….and cried out with a loud, howling sound of shock, surprise and tormented surrender that Ethan had never heard her make in the 27 years of marriage to her, as Bruno pushed her forward with the single most powerful thrust of his hips that he had EVER delivered to a female. He sheathed himself inside her in one devastating, complete motion showing zero mercy on her.
She was stuffed full to be sure……..Achingly, overwhelmingly full. Her world dissolving into one of pure unadulterated lust—the burning stretch, the brutal filling, claiming depth, the hot panting breath on her back, and Ethan’s intense, watching silence. But she hadn’t felt anything compared to what was to come next.
…Because Bruno didn’t hesitate for one millisecond………and before Chloe’s mind could even fully process what was happening, HIS raw animal Instincts completely took over. He withdrew his entire length and slammed it back into her just as hard if not harder than his first assault, pushing her whole body forward and over the basket. beginning the process of a deep, hard & fast, punishing rhythm that would rock her world like a jackhammer on steroids.
“Holy Fuck, look at that,” Ethan breathed, his voice thick with awe. “Look how hard and fast he’s fucking you. Taking what’s his.” His hand moved from her back, his fingers trailing through the sweat on her skin.
The sound of the hard dripping wet sex was crisp in the room, Jaspers big ballsack slapping her ass relentlessly, was a punctuation to the animal’s rhythm. “You’re Such a greedy little fucktoy for him, aren’t you?”
By now Bruno was well into fucking her with wreck-less abandon and at a blinding speed and ferocity she had never before experienced. Mercilessly Hammering her cunt with a speed and anger no man ever could.
By now Chloe was in another world………..she couldnt speak,…..was hardly able to breathe,…..She could only push out small moans, her fingers clawing at the wicker basket as Bruno pounded away, rapidly filling her with his huge cock, withdrawing it, and slamming it home……again and again and again, each powerful thrust stronger than the last, winding the coil of pleasure tighter in her belly with each thrust. The obscene, sopping wet sounds of their joining filled the air. She had completely lost herself to the raw physics of animal mating, and to the dark thrill in Marks’s eyes watching her being claimed.
Chapter 4
Bruno continued his rhythm which was both brutal & relentless, a jackhammering piston effect that drove all rational thought from her mind. His massive, stalky legs were perfectly positioned, his balls still relentlessly slapping her ass as his powerful thrusts were lifting Chloe’s knees from the floor, and slamming her forward against the wicker basket.
Bruno continued his brutal assault on Chloe……it almost seemed as if he was ‘punishing’ her for holding out on him so long. It was a deeper, harder, and a more complete fucking than any human touch she had ever felt, a possession that bordered on violation in its perfect, animalistic efficiency…..just as Ethan had promised.
“Holy fuck, look at him go,” Ethan grunted, his voice ragged with arousal. “He’s ruining you. He’s tearing that pretty little pussy up and you’re loving every single minute of it arent you?.” Not hearing a word he said, Chloe was in her own lustful universe, feeling places being touched and being violated in ways that she didn't know even existed…..until Bruno exposed them to her.
She was also suffering multiple orgasms from the onslaught. A choked sob of pleasure-pain was continually being torn from her throat with every deep plunge. Her silk panties were a soaked tangled dripping mess around her knees, a pathetic symbol of her surrender.
Bruno continued his rapid plowing of the fertile terrain that was her tortured pussy, The broad, slick head of his cock repeatedly nailing spots inside her she never knew existed, a deep, primal trigger that was coiling a screaming tension in her core.
“Talk to me, Chloe,” Ethan whispered, his fingers gently caressing the flesh of her hip. “Tell me what it feels like. Tell me how a big dog cock feels fucking my wife.”
Chloe, returning to earth finally answered, “he’s… he’s…….so fuckin *BIG*………”Really?”quipped Ethan…….OH he’s fuckin HUGE,” she gasped, her words splintering. Her knuckles white on the basket. “LOOK AS HIM……..He’s going so FUCKING DEEP IN ME!!!……..God, Ethan, he’s filling me up… I can feel him in my cervix and into my stomach……every vein, every bump on that cock of his………and,…..I dont know how……..but it feels like he’s getting even bigger the more he fucks me!!! My pussy is squeezing him tight….but…..but….its no match for his increasing size and speed”
“Yeah thats about right……The longer he goes the larger he will get ” Ethan told her
Bruno’s panting was becoming hot and frantic against her back as he himself had never felt ANY pussy *THIS* tight, his powerful body a relentless machine. The obscene, slick sounds and smell of their coupling filled the dimly lit room, a soundtrack to her defilement. Ethan watching, his serious face now a mask of dark, voyeuristic hunger.
“You are taking it so well too sweetheart,” he murmured, “I’m proud of you—-you’re My little trooper” leaning close. His other hand snaked around her front, his fingers finding her slick, swollen clit. The dual assault—the brutal, deep penetration and the skilled, circling pressure—sent her spiraling toward yet ANOTHER scalding orgasm. “You’re his perfect little fucktoy, aren’t you? you were Made for this. To take a real animal.”
“YES!” she cried out, her body bowing under the force of Bruno’s thrusts. The coil inside her was winding impossibly tight, a spring of pure, electric need that was begining to uncoil. “Yeah…….oh yeah……I’m his… I’m his fucktoy……OH I’M……I’M GONNA CUM………I’M GONNA CUM……..I’M GONNA CUM…….OH GOD I’M GONNA CUM………don’t stop boy…DONT STOP!…….. I LOVE THAT HUGE COCK Bruno!!!!!! JUST KEEP FUCKING ME WITH IT!!!!!”
She was hurtling toward a peak, a climax shaped not by gentle lovemaking but by this raw, merciless claiming. The world narrowed to the hammering rhythm, Ethan’s filthy praise, and the overwhelming fullness stretching her beyond any limit she’d ever known.
Her breath now came in sharp, desperate gasps, matching the dog’s own. She was right on the terrifying, glorious edge.
Chapter 5
“Talk to me,” Ethan again whispered, his voice a soft, comforting one that cut through the sloppy wet, slapping sounds of the dog’s thrusts. He was right beside her now, his own need palpable in the heat radiating from his body. Chloe heard the sharp rasp of his zipper, the rustle of fabric. “Tell me what he feels like. Every fucking detail.”
She was lost in a storm of sensation, her body a vessel for a brutal, animal rhythm. “He’s… it’s so thick,” she panted,….”SO…….SO…….SO………..” her words broken by Bruno’s relentless jackhammering.
“Every time he pulls back, I feel so empty… and when he shoves it back in, it fills me… it fills me so good, Ethan. He’s touching places inside me I didn’t know I had!”
Ethan’s hand wrapped around his own hard cock, stroking in time with Bruno’s pace as he watched, mesmerized. “Yeah? And what else? What’s happening now?”
And just As he spoke, Chloe began to feel A new, terrifying pressure beginning to bloom at her entrance, something she wasn’t prepared for…..a thick, bulbous intrusion that began stretching her beyond any previous limit she may have had.
Chloe’s eyes flew wide open….“OH…….MY…….GOD…….Ethan, something’s happening…………something’s wrong…………something’s….changing………ITS GETTING BIGGER………..MY GOD HE’S GETTING EVEN BIGGER………” Taking another short breath,…….”at the base of his cock…….It……it’s like a baseball that he’s trying to push inside me!”
“That’s his knot, baby,” Ethan calmly said, his own strokes becoming frantic. “His knot?” She asked, (surprised by this revelation) as Bruno pounded away, increasingly desperate to tie with her……“yeah….his knot……his…is about the size of a baseball but will swell to about the size of a softball once its seated in you…….and He uses it to lock that big dick of his inside the female.……and once he does, he will spend the next 15 to 20 minutes pumping you full of his hot load….THATS how dogs mate…….its to insure that the female gets pregnant and none of HIS seed is lost…….Now tell me what *THAT* feels like!”
The pressure became an insistent, painful force. Bruno’s thrusts grew shorter, more urgent, his powerful body straining to seat the impossible width of his huge knot into her already obscenely stretched pussy…….suddenly she began to feel a sharp, searing pain shooting through her loins as his thick bulge now began to press past her tortured, slick opening……….Bruno began howling as he slowly and steadily stretched her tight pussy even wider to accomodate him, having never felt anything THAT tight himself.
Chloe began howling in pain as well…….her pussy was begining to loose its fight,……..letting out raw, guttural screams of agony combined with an equal amount of shocking pleasure.
Bruno, showing zero compassion or mercy for his bitch or the searing pain she was in as he forced the issue, continued driving his knot into the ‘promised land’ ……..“OH GOD Ethan IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO BAD! OH GOD……….HE DOESN’T CARE…………..HE’S FORCING IT IN!…….HE’S…….HE’S AN ANIMAL………OH GOD HE DOESN'T CARE……OH, FUCK, Ethan, I CAN FEEL IT STRETCHING ME OPEN SO WIDE……AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Tears in her eyes, she began openly sobbing, a part of her now regretting her decision.
“You can do it,…just relax your muscles…….and take it…..take it ALL” Ethan growled softly but sternly, his breath hot like fire in her ear. “Hes going to do this & You dont get a say in it………Remember? You wanted this…….and everything that comes with it……………You wanted that big ole fat cock in you…….you were sure………….now you have to take that fat knot too, like the hot little fucktoy you agreed to be ten minutes ago. Let him tie with you.”
AND…….With one final, powerful surge, Bruno forced his swollen knot past the tight ring of her pussy. Chloe, still screaming, her body convulsing as she was brutally, completely impaled.
He was now locked inside her, and pushing wildly against her g spot which led her to a few more scalding orgasm, also causing her pussy to grip jaspers invading rod like a vise causing his hot release to begin flooding her deepest parts in urgent jets of pre-cum.
The feeling of being utterly plugged, owned, and filled beyond capacity sent her spiraling over the edge. Her own climaxes ripped through her repeatedly, a violent, convulsing wave that was milking the dog’s throbbing length, her inner walls clamping down on the knot that kept him sealed within her.
Ethan watched, his own orgasm hitting him as he saw his wife’s body begin to surrender completely to jaspers will. “Fuck… look at you… tied to a huge fucking dog,” he panted, his release spilling over his fist. “You’re his now. You really are his.” At this point his pace slowed to much smaller jabs as he was about to start to fill his fucktoy with his puppy seed.
Chapter 6
The touch of Marks’s finger against her tender clit made her jerk, sending a fresh wave of sensation through her bound core causing her pussy to grip jaspers huge dog dick even tighter. And THATS all he needed……..Bruno grunted, the movement jostling his knot locked deep within her, the thick, unyielding anchor began to spasm.
“I said, talk,” Ethan growled, his voice rough with need. He moved around her, the hard length of his cock brushing her cheek. “Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you love being his fucktoy.”
Chloe’s mind was a hazey fog of pleasure-pain, her body stretched and filled beyond reason. She opened her mouth, a helpless, willing vessel. “I love it,” she whimpered, the words muffled as he guided himself past her lips. “Oh God, I love being his… his fucktoy. I love his big knot inside me… keeping me full.”
Ethan thrust into her mouth slowly, deeply, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Louder. Let the whole house hear what a perfect little dog-slut you are.”
She took him deeper, gagging slightly before relaxing her throat, a skill she wore with pride. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening tip.
“I’m his fucktoy!” she blurted out, a declaration raw and true. “I love the way he owns me! I love feeling him tied in my pussy, ready to pump me full of….……I………I…”
Bruno slowed his hips to a stop when suddenly……”OH GOD…I…..I…...I can feel it…..his cum……now……….he's starting to…….cum inside of me……he's…filling me…….with his….thick hot cream………oh God it’s…..SOOOO HOT TOO…….I've never felt…….anything quite like this……it feels like………a molten lava…..….and there is soooo much of it!”
“That’s my girl,” Ethan grunted in approval, fucking her mouth with measured, possessive strokes. “Just stay there and take it……..ALL of it…You were made for this. Made to be a filthy whore for a big, dog cock……..let him fill you” He watched her, his eyes burning. “You want his raw seed don’t you? You want him to breed with you right here in our hallway don't you?”…….”we’ve just started too…….I want you to take EVERY SINGLE DROP of his HOT LOAD no matter how long it takes!” Ethan growled
The idea, voiced so crudely, sent a violent shiver through her….and SHE loved hearing it…….Bruno seemed to pulse in agreement as well, continuing to release volley after volley of hot cum spilling it into her deepest depths. She could only moan around Ethan’s length, a guttural, affirmative sound as Bruno continued to pump her full of his massive load.
Ethan’s pace in her mouth became erratic, his own climax coiling tight. “You’re going to take it all,” he promised, his voice a dark thrill. “Every last drop from both of us. You’re going to drink my cum while his knots you and fills your womb. That’s your purpose now……I want your pussy full”
He held her head firmly, his hips stuttering. Chloe braced herself, her body humming with a dual, devastating service—claimed from behind and used from the front—awaiting the final, messy proof of her debasement.
Chapter 7
Ethan’s release was a thick, salty flood against the back of her throat. Chloe swallowed obediently, her body convulsing around the impossible fullness still locked inside her. Bruno, still pumping into her, responded with another powerful surge, the base of his cock swelling even tighter for what would be many more devastating pulses.
“Tell me,” Ethan gasped, pulling himself from her lips, his fingers still tight in her hair. “Tell me exactly what his seed feels like inside you. Right now.”
Chloe’s words came in ragged, panting bursts, forced out around the overwhelming sensations. “It’s… it’s so deep, Ethan. His cock… the tip is so deep inside me I can feel it in my womb. He’s not just filling me… he’s *pushing*so much into me that it’s claiming all the space where a baby should grow.”
Bruno continued grunting, his heavy body shuddering against her back. She felt it—every twitch of his cock distinct,…….providing a hot jet after jet of his thick puppy cream that made her gasp and want even more.
“There! He’s pumping again… Oh God… I can feel every single pulse. It’s not just warm… it’s *steaming* hot. Like liquid fire spreading right into my core. Each time he shoots, it’s like he’s trying to pack all my eggs with it, to make sure it takes root. I can feel it pooling… there’s so much of it… it’s leaking out around his knot a bit but so much is staying in… forcing it up into me…….it feels like it may come out my throat!”
Ethan’s eyes were wide, his cock twitching anew at her graphic description. “You want it ALL too, don’t you? You want his puppies growing in your belly?”
“Yes!” she cried, an impossible admission torn from her. “I want it! I want to feel this full forever! I want to be pregnant with his litter! His big, hot dog cock is breeding me perfectly… it’s like he was made for this… for making me his…im hooked!”
Her voice broke into a raw moan as Bruno continued his intense, internal filling of her womb that seemed to stretch her very capacity.
The heat was all-consuming, a branding Ethan of ownership being painted into her most fertile depths. She was a vessel, a bitch in heat, being fulfilled by her mate with a brutal, beautiful efficiency that left no doubt of his intent.
Bruno knew the minute he saw and smelled Chloe that he was going to fuck her the first opportunity he got……..and when it did, he would make the most of it.
Chapter 8
The hot, thick pulses of his sperm were finally began to slow. Bruno’s massive body pressed against her back, a heavy, spent weight. The vice-like grip of his knot inside her was lessening, allowing the first trickle of his essence to seep out, hot and slick down her inner thigh.
She heard the soft scuff of Ethan’s sock on the floorboards. His presence materialized behind her, the heat of him a stark contrast to the animal heat pressed against her. His hand, gentle yet firm, traced the curve of her spine.
“Don’t move Chloe,” he whispered, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. His voice was a low, commanding hum that vibrated through her bones. “He’s still in you? Good. I want to taste what he gave you. I want to taste him in you.”
A fresh wave of arousal, dizzying in its intensity, washed over her. She could only whimper in response, a soft plea muffled by the floor.
Ethan’s hands settled on her hips, his thumbs digging into the plush flesh. “Arch your back for me. Push that beautiful ass up. Give me access.”
Trembling, Chloe obeyed, lifting her hips, presenting herself. The movement made the semi-soft knot shift a bit inside her, drawing a ragged gasp from her lips and a low grunt from Bruno.
Ethan’s tongue was not gentle. It was a broad, demanding stroke from her swollen clit all the way back to where she was stretched obscenely wide around the dog’s shaft and knot. He moaned against her, the vibration shooting through her core.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he growled, his voice muffled against her flesh. “It’s leaking out of you. It’s so warm, so salty… I can taste him. I can taste his fucking seed mixed with your cream.” He lapped at her hungrily, his tongue delving into the slick, messy junction. Each lick was possessive, claiming the evidence of Bruno’s claim for himself.
“Tell me what I’m tasting, Chloe,” he demanded, pausing only to look up at her. His lips glistened. Jaspers knot was now softening as he slowly began withdrawing it…..Ethan, witnessing it all began to stiffen again
“Y-you’re tasting him,” she panted, her fingers clawing at the rug. “You’re tasting his… his cum. Inside me. It’s… it’s leaking out because you’re making me push it out for you.”
“Do you love it?” Ethan asked, his tongue returning to trace circles around the base of Bruno’s cock where it met her body. “Do you love knowing I want to taste what he put in you?”
“Yes! God, yes, Ethan! I love it! It’s so nasty, so dirty… so perfect!” she cried, her body beginning to tremble with a new, rising tension. Ethan’s tongue was relentless, and the feel of Bruno still partially lodged within her was an overwhelming, full reminder of what they had just done. She was their shared vessel, thoroughly used and now being savored.
Ethan groaned, pressing his face deeper into her, his nose nudging against Bruno’s fur. “You’re a mess,” he breathed, “and…..I'm not doing much better myself” Ethan said. the words a hot confession against her skin. “My beautiful, filthy mess.”
With that, jaspers spent cock, still impressively large, slid the rest of the way out of her with a pop, leaving her empty……….”MY GOD i cant believe you took that WHOLE thing” Ethan said…….”And I loved EVERY SINGLE INCH OF IT TOO” she replied
Chapter 9
Ethan pulled back, his chin slick with their mingled taste. His dark eyes burned with a fierce pride. “So dirty,” he breathed, a possessive grin spreading across his face. “My perfect, filthy girl.”
Chloe’s whole body thrummed with a desperate, shameless need. The idea bloomed in her mind, hot and undeniable. She turned her head, her cheek pressed against the rug, to look at him. “Ethan…?”
“What is it, baby?”
“I want… I want to taste it, too.” Her voice was a raw, hungry whisper. “I want to suck him off. I want to taste him… and taste us together in my mouth.”
A sharp, approving hiss escaping Ethan’s lips……”really?” He looked from her wrecked expression to Bruno. The massive dog was already stirring, his dark, brindled cock still prominent and eager. “You hear that, boy?” Ethan murmured, his hand stroking Chloe’s hair. “She wants more of your load in her pretty mouth. You gonna give it to her?”
As if he understood every word, Bruno moved toward her. He padded around her with a powerful, deliberate gait, his hot, musky scent enveloping her. He nudged her shoulder with his broad head, a clear, commanding gesture……..He knew he owned her now!
“There’s your answer,” Ethan said, his voice thick with arousal. “Turn over for him, Chloe. Open up.”
Trembling with anticipation, Chloe rolled, pushed herself up to a sitting position, her back to dryer, The ache between her legs was a dull, pleasant throb.
She sat before the animal, her hands resting on her thighs, his paws on the top of the dryer, pointing his formidable, dark shaft toward her mouth. Taking him into her soft hands, Bruno began to stiffen a bit as she opened her mouth and slid her tongue down the side of his extraordinary length.
Ethan, who had moved to sit in a nearby armchair, was watching intently.
“Go on,” he commanded, leaning forward. “Take him. Show me how much you want it.”
Chloe leaned in, her full lips parting. She licked another tentative stripe along his length, the taste uniquely animal, salty and primal. Bruno grunted, his hips giving a slight thrust. Emboldened, she took the broad head into her mouth, stretching her lips wide.
“That’s it,” Ethan encouraged. “Use your tongue. Get him nice and wet for you.”
She worked her mouth around him, sucking gently, her hand coming up to cradle his heavy balls. As Bruno’s cock began to stiffin again and emerge from its sheath, his patience vanished rather quickly. A low, rumbling groan vibrated through him, and he pushed forward, his powerful hips began taking over.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Ethan groaned from his chair, his hand moving to his own cock. “He’s starting to fuck your mouth, Chloe. Take it…………take it all………”
Bruno began driving his fuckrod into her mouth with wreckless abandon, using instinctual, brutal strokes. Chloe began gagging, her head trapped against the front of the dryer, tears springing to her eyes, but she forced herself to relax her throat, to accept the overwhelming intrusion with no choice……….Her throat was now bulging with his every forceful stroke.
The sucking sounds were obscene too—her wet, choking gulps of saliva lubricating jaspers dick in her mouth along with the dog’s ragged panting made the act even hotter. Ethan’s breathing grew ragged in unison.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he panted. “My wife, on her knees, getting face-fucked by a huge dog. You love this, don’t you? Tell me you love it!”
Around the thick dog cock that was filling her mouth, Chloe managed a desperate, muffled moan of affirmation. Her hands reached for the cock that was facefucking her, guiding it straight into her waiting mouth as Bruno’s pace became more frantic, his rhythm losing all finesse.
She could feel the intense tension coiling in his loins, the telltale pulse against her tongue……she knew he had more to unload, and it wouldn't be long before he exploded…….AGAIN.
“He’s gonna blow,” Ethan warned, his voice a sharp crack of excitement. “Get ready, baby. You gonna Swallow every drop he gives you?”
Bruno’s thrusts slowed becoming shallow, jerking pulses. With no further warning, a bitter flood of molten hot dog cum erupted into Chloe’s mouth. Pulse after pulse, rope after rope She swallowed as much as she possibly could, she just couldn’t swallow it all.
She also wondered how he could STILL have that much left after all he unloaded IN her just minutes ago. the taste of his seed mixing with the lingering salt of her own arousal and Marks’s kiss was pure adulterated ecstasy.
It was an overwhelming, degrading, and utterly electrifying experience for both of them. Jaspers thick load began to seep out between her lips and his gigantic member because She couldn’t manage to swallow it all fast enough. Bruno held himself still though, his big rod still throbbing and continuing to pump his seed into her waiting mouth and down her throat until he was completely spent.
Finally, after a few minutes of filling her mouth, he pulled back, leaving her gasping, strings of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his softening cock. She slumped back on her heels, catching her breath, the complex, musky flavor coating her tongue and throat.
Ethan was out of his chair in an instant. He knelt before her, cupping her face. “Open,” he ordered softly. She did, letting him see the proof on her tongue. He kissed her deeply, passionately, tasting everything. “Perfect,” he growled against her lips. “My good girl. Our good girl.”
Chapter 10
The two weeks that followed were a haze of musk, sweat, and raw need. A new rhythm took over the old Victorian house, dictated by Bruno’s primal urges and Chloe’s eager and willing submission.
Ethan would come home from work, the serious mask of his day job still on his face. “Chloe?” he’d call out, placing his briefcase by the door.
Nothing but Silence.
A slow, knowing smile would curl his lips. He’d start looking, and never had to look far.
One afternoon, he found her in the laundry room, bent over the dryer. Her terrycloth shorts were down around her ankles, her bare ass in the air……with Bruno, mounted behind her, his powerful hips slamming his 11 1/2 inches of meat home with wet, rhythmic thuds, frantically giving her the business…….Chloe’s face was pressed against the warm metal, her eyes squeezed shut, a steady stream of moans and pleas falling from her lips.
“There you are,” Ethan said, leaning against the doorframe, his voice calm. “Making yourself useful, I see.”
Chloe’s eyes flew open, a blush of deep shame and hotter arousal staining her cheeks. “Ethan….he just….he needed……….Im just hooked”
“He needed his fucktoy,” Ethan finished for her, walking closer….. “I understand” He said running a hand over the tight curve of her spine, feeling the tremors of Bruno’s thrusts ripple through her. “It’s ok…..And you’re always so willing, aren’t you? Look at you, taking that dog cock like it’s your purpose.”
Another evening, her name echoed through the quiet halls. Ethan checked the living room, the kitchen, then pushed open the door to the sunroom. There Chloe was on her knees on the woven rug, her head buried in Bruno’s lap. The dog’s dark, brindled cock buried deep in her throat, his paws resting on her shoulders as he fucked her face with slow, possessive rolls of his hips. Gagging, sopping wet sounds filled the room.
Ethan crossed his arms, watching her struggle to breathe, to take it all. “You love that taste, don’t you?” he asked, his own cock hardening painfully in his slacks.
Chloe managed a choked, affirmative groan, her eyes rolling up to meet his. Tears of effort streaked her face, mixing with the saliva slicking her chin.
“Good girl,” he murmured, unzipping himself. “Keep going. He deserves a proper mouth to use.”
This became their new normal. In the backyard on a blanket, Chloe on her back with her legs splayed wide as Bruno claimed her under the sun.
In the shower, steam clouding the glass as she knelt on the tile, his knot swelling thick and undeniable inside her while Ethan washed her hair.
Every time Marks’s call went unanswered, a thrill shot through him. The hunt was always short, the prize always the same: his beautiful wife, being filled and used by the powerful animal they were hosting.
He never stopped it. He only ever watched, commanded, and claimed his own pleasure from the sight. One night, as Bruno finished in her mouth for the third time that day, Ethan pulled Chloe to her feet. Her lips were swollen, her expression dazed and utterly owned.
“You belong to him now, don’t you?” Ethan asked, his voice rough. He spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch, her still-dripping pussy exposed.
“Yes,” she panted, pushing her ass back in open invitation. “I’m his bitch.”
“And what are you to me?” Ethan asked, his hand coming down in a sharp, stinging smack on her reddening cheek.
She cried out, the pain blossoming into pure heat. “Yours,” she gasped. “I’m your filthy wife. Your good girl.”
“That’s right,” he growled, positioning himself behind her. The house was quiet except for Bruno’s contented panting and the slick, hungry sound of Ethan finally taking what was always his.
Chapter 11
The living room rug was soft beneath Chloe’s knees. Ethan was behind her, one hand fisted in her hair, the other fingering her moist wet pussy. Bruno circled them, a low whine of interest in his throat…...he didnt like Ethan messing with what he thought was his.
“You’re his good girl, aren’t you?” Ethan asked “Show him. Get on your hands and knees for him.”
Gasping, Chloe obeyed, presenting herself. Bruno needed no further invitation. He mounted her with a single, powerful lunge, his thick cock seeking her wet, waiting pussy. Ethan guided him, his hand on Bruno’s haunch.
“That’s it, take your bitch,” Ethan commanded, his voice tight with arousal.
But in their fervor, the angle was wrong. Bruno’s next thrust missed its Ethan entirely.
and The broad, tapered head of his cock pressed not against her soaked opening, but against her tight, forbidden puckered asshole above it.
“Ethan, wait—I….!” Chloe instantly cried out, but it was too late.
With one brutal, driving shove, Bruno forced himself inside her ass.
A white-hot scream tore from Chloe’s throat. The pain was instant and searing, a blinding stretch that felt like she was being torn in two. “Oh God, no! Stop him! It’s too much!…ITS TOO BIG……AGGGGHHH!”
“Hold still,” Ethan ordered, his voice a dark thrill. He kept his hand firmly on Bruno, holding the dog in place as he began to piston into her with his relentless, animal force. “He’s in now. I can’t stop him…..you gotta Take it now.”
Chloe cried and sobbed for ten minutes over his viscous onslaught, her knuckles white on the rug, her body rigid with shock. The violation was an absolute, merciless sodomizing not only that stole her breath, but sent into an absolute panic.
But slowly, as Bruno’s brutal rhythm continued, the fire in her began to change. Chloe calmed down a bit, and quieted down some, The sharp agony melting into a deep, burning fullness, a pressure so intense it bordered on pleasure.
After about fifteen minutes of this, she moaned, “Ethan…” the pain in her voice shifting into something else……..something more pleasurable……
“Tell me,” he whispered, moving to kneel in front of her, gripping her chin. “Tell me what’s happening.”
“It… it hurts,” she panted, her eyes glazed. “But now he’s… he’s..so..fucking..deep. I can feel every inch of him. Oh, fuck…” Her head dropped forward as a low groan vibrated through her. The pain was still there, a bright edge, but beneath it a shocking, shameful heat was blossoming. Her body was once again betraying her, relaxing, beginning to accept the invasion. “I… I think i might be starting to like this,” she whispered, the confession torn from her. “I like how full he makes me.”
“You like your ass being fucked by a dog?” Ethan’s eyes were blazing.
“Yes,” she hissed, pushing back against Bruno’s driving hips, meeting his thrusts. “Yes, I do!……..it took me some time to adjust to it………JUST DONT STOP HIM!……”FUCK MY ASS Bruno……….FUCK IT………FUCK IT HARD!!!!!”
Ethan watched, mesmerized, as his wife was taken in the most degrading way possible,…in her ass……. her cries of pain dissolving into moans of raw, deviant lust and pleasure.
Chapter 12
“That’s it, move with him,” Ethan grunted, his eyes feasting on the brutal sight of his wife’s body being split open.
With a sudden, decisive motion, he stood and stepped over her head. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock, and positioned the swollen head at her slack, panting mouth. “Open up. You’re not finished yet.”
Chloe’s vision was swimming, her mind reduced to a raw nerve of sensation. She obeyed, her mouth opening. Ethan didn’t hesitate. He gripped the back of her head and pushed forward, sliding his cock deep into her throat in one smooth, demanding stroke.
She gagged, her body convulsing around Bruno’s thick, knotted shaft buried in her ass. The dual violation was absolute, overwhelming. She was a vessel being filled at both ends, utterly helpless.
“Talk to me,” Alex commanded, his voice a rough vibration above her. He began to fuck her face with shallow, insistent thrusts. “Tell me what it feels like. Right now.”
Chloe’s words were a wet, choked garble around his cock. “He’s… he’s so deep in my ass. I can feel his knot… it’s stretching me so wide. Every time he pulses, it burns… and my ass squeezes him back………oh God, it burns so good.”
“And my cock?” Ethan demanded, pulling back just enough for her to speak before plunging back in.
“You’re in my throat… I can’t breathe… I’m so full, Ethan,” she sobbed, tears and saliva slicking her face. “I’m just a slut for both of you arent I? I can feel him getting hotter inside me…….and ive *NEVER* had an anal orgasm until tonight……and ive had three so far and….………OH God Im gonna have another one……..OH GOD………. He’s gonna……….*CUM*………..he’s gonna fill my ass too.”
The guttural sounds from Bruno confirmed it. His rhythm became frantic, his powerful hips hammering against her, his knot locking him in place as he began to climax.
Chloe screamed, the sound muffled by Ethan’s flesh, as a scalding hot flood of dog seamen erupted deep inside her bowels. The feeling of being injected, claimed in that forbidden place, sent a violent, shocking ripple of pleasure through her core.
She couldn’t swallow but she could feel every single twitch of his huge red cock as it tortured her ass………Im gonna cum again!!!!!!!!!!! she cried out.
At that exact moment, Bruno let loose….“OHHHHHH……AHHHHHH…….. GAAAAAAWWWWDDDD!!!!!!!…He’s coming!” she cried out as Ethan allowed her a gasp of air. “I can feel it… it’s so hot…SO HUGE……….Hes pumping his hot puppy batter into my ass!”
“Swallow,” Ethan snarled, his own motions becoming erratic, his balls tightening against her chin. He was close. “Swallow mine now, you filthy little slut. Take it all.”
He shoved it in one last time, burying himself to the root in her throat, and held her there. Chloe felt the first thick, salty pulse hit the back of her mouth. At the same moment, another one of repeated searing jets from Bruno painted her insides. The synchronization of their possession broke her. Her body seized in a silent, suffocating climax, milking the dog’s knot as she was forced to gulp down her husband’s release.
Ethan grunted, emptying himself completely, making sure she drank every drop before he finally pulled out, panting. Bruno, spent, collapsed heavily beside her, still tied.
Chloe slumped forward, gasping for air, her face a mess of tears and spit and cum. She was stuffed, used, and profoundly owned. She felt Ethan’s hand, surprisingly gentle, stroke her sweaty hair.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Our good girl.”
Chapter 13
The next two weeks became a blur of primal hunger. Riley had become Bruno’s creature, his willing, eager fucktoy. Alex watched, commanded, and orchestrated the symphony of her debasement.
He would find her in the kitchen on all fours, Bruno mounting her from behind as she gripped the table leg, her soft cries of “Fuck me, Bruno, fill me,” echoing against the tiles.
He’d watch from the hallway as she’d get cornered by the dog in the living room, him pushing her onto the rug with him guiding his thick red rocket into her wet, waiting pussy with a practiced, desperate hand. Every moment Alex was occupied—on a work call, in the shower, mowing the lawn—she sought the dog out, her need a palpable, driving force.
“You can’t get enough of him, can you?” Alex asked one afternoon, finding her bent over the arm of the sofa, Bruno’s knot already beginning to swell inside her.
“No,” she panted, her voice ragged. “I need it. I need his cock. I need to feel him own me.”
“Tell him,” Alex commanded, kneeling beside her face, his own cock hard in his hand.
She turned her head, meeting the dog’s dark, intent gaze as he pounded into her. “I’m your bitch, Bruno. Your filthy bitch. Breed me. Please, breed me.”
The final day arrived with the rumble of Derek’s truck in the driveway. A heavy, desperate silence filled the house. Riley was on her knees in the bedroom, Bruno’s cock buried deep in her throat as she sucked him with a fervent, goodbye intensity. Alex stood at the window, watching the truck.
“He’s here,” Alex said, his voice low and final.
Riley pulled off with a wet pop, tears streaking her cheeks. “One more time,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Just one more. Please, Alex. I need him to finish in me.”
Alex looked from her devastated face to the dog, then nodded once. “Make it quick. And make it count.”
Riley sobbed in relief, turning and presenting herself on the bed. Bruno needed no encouragement. He was on her in an instant, his powerful drive slamming him home. It was not slow or sensual; it was a frantic, claiming goodbye.
“Oh God, yes!” Riley screamed, her fingers clawing the comforter. “This is it, baby! Give it all to me! Fill your bitch one last time!”
Alex watched, his hand stroking his cock, his own arousal tempered by the profound intimacy of the scene. Bruno’s rhythm became erratic, his knot swelling and locking him to her as he erupted.
Riley’s body arched violently as she felt the hot, urgent flood paint her insides. A guttural, broken cry was torn from her throat as her own climax detonated, milking him for every last drop. “I can feel it… I can feel you marking me… yes…”
It was over. Bruno, spent, dismounted. The silence that followed was deafening.
Riley lay trembling, Alex’s seed from the previous night and Bruno’s fresh claim mixing between her thighs. Alex helped her up, wiping her face with a tenderness that made her cry anew. He led her to the bathroom, cleaned her gently, and helped her into a simple sundress.
They walked Bruno out together. Riley’s hand trembled as she handed the leash to Derek.
“He seems… relaxed,” Derek said, smiling, utterly unaware.
“Oh He had a good stay,” Alex said, his arm tight around Riley’s shoulders.
They watched the truck disappear down the street. The house felt cavernously empty.
Back inside, Alex turned her to face him. He cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away fresh tears. “Look at me, Riley. You are my wife. You are *mine*. What happened here… what you did… it was for us. It brought us here.”
She nodded, sniffling. “I know. It’s just…”
“I know,” he whispered, pulling her into a deep, possessive kiss. When he broke it, his eyes were blazing with a new intensity. “You are the most incredible, filthy, perfect woman I have ever known. And I have never wanted you more than I do right now.”
He led her to their bed, the same bed still smelling of dog and sex and her surrender. He laid her down and worshipped her body with his mouth and hands, not as a cuckold, but as a king reclaiming his ravished, victorious queen. When he finally slid inside her, it was with a solemn, deep ownership that shattered her all over again.
Afterward, curled in the silent dark, his chest against her back, he spoke into her hair. “This is our secret. Our power. Nothing changes unless we want it to.”
Riley closed her eyes, the ghost of a knot stretching her, the memory of a primal claim burning in her blood. She was Alex’s wife. She was Bruno’s bitch. She was, finally and completely, herself.
“Nothing changes,” she whispered back, and for the first time in two weeks, she slept a deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter 14
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Eight months to the day after Bruno left, Alex placed a large, ribboned box in Riley’s lap on her birthday morning. The box wiggled.
“Open it,” he said, his serious face lit with a playful, knowing glint.
She tore the paper. Inside, a ball of dark, brindled fur with huge paws and solemn eyes looked up at her. A tiny, velvety muzzle sniffed the air, catching her scent. Her heart stopped.
“Derek kept one of Bruno’s pups from the litter he sired just after he stayed with us,” Alex said, his voice low. “He thought we should have him.”
“Oh, Alex…” Riley whispered, lifting the squirming pup. He was heavier than he looked, solid. She brought him to her face, and he licked her chin. A deep, instinctual warmth spread through her belly. “What’s his name?”
“I was thinking ‘Pokey’,” Alex said, a dark smile touching his lips. “Seems fitting.”
The name sent a thrill through her. “Pokey,” she repeated, and the pup whined softly, nuzzling into her neck.
Months passed. Pokey grew at an astonishing rate, his stalky legs thickening, his chest broadening into a wall of dense muscle. By his first birthday, he was a colossus—taller at the shoulder and more massively built than Bruno had been. Riley would watch him move, a rolling gait of pure power, and a familiar, hungry flutter would restart low in her core.
Alex saw it all. He’d come home to find her on the floor, wrestling playfully with Pokey, the dog’s immense head in her lap, her fingers scratching behind his ears. The tension in the room was a live wire.
One evening, Alex broke the silence. “He watches you the same way his father did.”
Riley looked up from the sofa. Pokey lay at her feet, his dark eyes fixed on the sway of her robe. “He’s just a puppy,” she said, but her voice lacked conviction.
“He’s not a puppy anymore, Riley,” Alex corrected, his tone leaving no room for argument. “He’s a full-grown male. And he knows what you are.”
A shiver ran down her spine. “What am I?”
Alex walked over, tilting her chin up. “You’re a fucktoy in heat. Always will be. For him. You know it. I know it. He knows it too” He released her and looked at Pokey. “He needs to learn. He wants to claim what’s his.”
The directive hung in the air. The next afternoon, with the sun high, Alex led her to the backyard. “Do you want to do this?” he asked, his voice calm.
After a long silence, “Yes” Riley said, feeling the cool grass beneath her knees. Pokey, released from his leash, circled her once, twice, his nose working furiously. He was so much bigger up close, his presence overwhelming.
“Present for him,” Alex said, standing back, arms crossed.
Her face flushed with heat and shame. She bent forward, resting on her elbows, lifting her hips. The robe fell open. The scent of her arousal, deliberately unchecked, was unmistakable.
Pokey’s circling stopped. A low, vibrating hum emanated from his chest, deeper than Bruno’s had ever been. He stepped closer, his hot breath ghosting over her exposed skin.
“Look at that,” Alex murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. “He’s already unsheathing. He’s even bigger, Riley. Do You see THAT?”
She dared a glance back. Her breath hitched. Alex was right. The thick, reddened tip emerging from its sheath was monstrous, a promise of stretch and possession that made her mouth go dry.
Pokey nudged her thigh with his muzzle, a firm, insistent pressure. Then he mounted.
His weight was breathtaking. It immediately drove the air from her lungs. His paws clamped on her hips, a familiar feeling……..not with puppyish uncertainty, but with a born predator’s certainty. He was heavier, more dominant, his control was to be more absolute.
“Oh, God…” she gasped as she felt the broad, slick crown prodding at her entrance. It was so much larger than she remembered………hotter to…. “Alex… he’s too…”
“He’s not too big,” Alex corrected, his own breathing shallow. “You’re his. Take it. Show him you’re his good Fucktoy.”
As Alex helped guide him for his first time,Pokey, finding a soft wetness he never felt before pushed HARD AND FAST. A sharp, burning cry tore from Riley’s throat as he began to force his way inside, but missing his Ethan. His incredible, brutal size overwhelming her immediately. it had been awhile for her and He was quite a bit bigger than his father, and she was going to find *THAT* out the HARD WAY.
Chapter 15
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Riley’s sharp cry wasn’t one of simple pain, but of profound shock. The monstrous, slick crown of Pokey’s dick had prodded not at the soft, wet heat he sought, but higher. Her body went rigid, a strangled “No!” catching in her throat.
“Shh, baby,” Alex’s voice was a dark, soothing murmur right by her ear. She felt his hands, warm and firm, join the chaos. “He’s a first-timer. He needs a little guidance.” His fingers slid down, past the dog’s frantic thrusting, intending to steer the massive cock to its proper sheath.
But in the slick, frantic confusion of muscle and heat, Alex’s guiding touch did something else. His fingers brushed the broad tip, and with that slight pressure, Pokey’s entire weight surged forward. Not into her yielding pussy, but into the impossibly tight, forbidden pucker above.
A brutal, tearing pressure split her in two.
“OH, GOD! Alex, NO! WRONG HOLE!” she screamed, her voice raw and breaking. The invasion was catastrophic, a burning, stretching fullness that dwarfed any memory of his father. Pokey, sensing a hot, clenching resistance, drove into it with a young brute’s frantic, unchecked power.
Alex’s hands flew back, not in intervention, but in awe. “Fuck… look at that. He found it himself. Just like Bruno did.”
“It hurts! Make him stop!” she sobbed, her fingers clawing at the grass.
“He’s not stopping, Riley,” Alex said, his own breath coming in short, excited pants. He knelt beside her, watching the brutal, pistoning rhythm. Pokey’s heavy balls slaping against her soaked folds with a wet, punishing tempo tickling her wet swollen clit. “He’s claiming what he wants. Your tight little ass is his now. Tell me how it feels. Tell me how my boy’s wrecking you.”
The pain was like a white-hot branding iron, but beneath it, a treacherous, shameful current began to flow. The relentless, deep drilling was hitting a place inside her that sparked with dizzying intensity. Her protests melted into ragged moans.
“It’s… it’s too much… he’s so deep…” she choked out.
“Deeper than his daddy?” Alex demanded, his hand coming down in a soft, tender, touch on her back making her relax a bit while Pokey’s shaft pistoned in and out of her.
“YES! OH God, yes, much deeper!” The torrid confession torn from her. Her body, betraying her completely and utterly, began to push back against him, to meet his thrusts. A low, guttural sound of pleasure-pain hummed in her chest.
“That’s my hot assed wife,” Alex growled, proud and viciously aroused. “Taking her dog’s cock in the ass like a born fucktoy. Come for him, Riley. Come on his fucking knot.”
The command, the degrading praise, the overwhelming physical violation, it all crested at once. Pokey’s rhythm became erratic, his thrusts turning into short, brutal jabs as his knot began to swell at the base, locking him inside her burning channel. The pressure was immense, a final, claiming fullness.
Riley shattered. A climax ripped through her, violent and unconcerned with propriety or pain. It was a raw, screaming release that clenched around the invading shaft, milking the dog as he began to pump his release deep into her bowels. She felt the hot, pulsing flood, and cried out again, her body convulsing in the grass under their combined weight.
Alex watched, his hand stroking her hair, his voice a dark caress. “Perfect. You’re both perfect.”
Chapter 16
Alex’s fingers found her swollen clit, slick with Pokey’s pre-cum and her own juices. He touched her with a tenderness that felt like blasphemy against the brutal rhythm pounding her ass. A single, circling caress.
“Oh, fuck!” Riley shrieked, her voice breaking. The contact was an electric shock, a circuit completing.
Her body, already convulsing from the deep, violating penetration, seized completely. The anal orgasm that had been building crested and then doubled, tripled, a cascade of raw, clenching pleasure that tore through her spine. Her hips, operating on pure animal instinct, slammed back against Pokey’s relentless thrusts, meeting him with a violent, wet slap of flesh.
“That’s it, take it,” Alex hissed, his own voice thick with awe. He increased the pressure, rubbing her in tight, firm circles, mirroring the dog’s punishing tempo. “Look at you. Fucking yourself on my boy’s cock.”
Riley couldn’t speak. Her world dissolved into sensation: the burning stretch of her ass, the exquisite torture on her clit, the heavy slap of Pokey’s balls against her drenched pussy. Her breath came in ragged, sobbing gulps.
Then, something shifted inside her. A deep, internal clench, different from the anal contractions. A hot, pressurized wave gathered in her core, behind where Pokey was relentlessly claiming her.
“Alex… I’m… something’s…” she choked out, her eyes wide with panic and ecstasy.
“Let it go,” he commanded, his fingers never stopping. “Give it to him.”
With a final, guttural scream, her body obeyed. A jet of thick, white cream erupted from her pussy, squirting out in forceful pulses onto the grass beneath her. It wasn’t urine; it was something richer, primal, a release Alex hadn’t witnessed since the earliest days of their marriage, when her pleasure was this uncontrollable, this total.
The sight of it, her submission so complete she was literally overflowing for the dog fucking her ass, pushed Alex over his own edge. He groaned, his free hand fumbling with his belt.
Pokey, feeling her internal convulsions and the sudden flood against his underbelly, gave a final, powerful lunge. His knot, now fully inflated, locked deep inside her with a final, claiming pop. He stilled, his body trembling as his own release began to pump into her depths, hot and endless.
Riley collapsed forward, her face in the cool grass, her body humming with residual shocks. The squirting slowed to a trickle, then stopped. She was spent, filled, and utterly owned.
Alex knelt beside her, his hand gently smoothing her sweaty hair. His voice was soft, filled with a dark, possessive pride. “There she is. My perfect hottie. Fully at his mercy. And mine.”
Chapter 17
The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the heavy panting of man and beast. Riley lay in the grass, her body a spent, trembling ruin. The cool air kissed her burning skin, a stark contrast to the searing heat that still throbbed deep in her ass.
Alex’s gaze was locked on the glistening mess between her thighs and the wet patch on the lawn. A dark, possessive curiosity burned in his eyes.
“Stay right there,” he commanded, his voice a low rasp.
Riley whimpered, too wrecked to move, as he shifted behind her. She felt his hands on her hips, tilting her exposed flesh upward. Then, she felt the warm, wet stroke of his tongue.
“Oh, God, Alex…” she breathed, her voice shattered.
He didn’t answer. He was tasting her, lapping at the creamy mixture of her own release and Pokey’s pre-cum that still seeped from her. His tongue was deliberate, probing, savoring.
He pulled back, and she heard him swallow. “Just like before,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. His voice held a note of final, dark understanding. “Only one other time. On our honeymoon, when you came so hard you squirted all over me. That’s what this is.”
He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “That’s how I know you’re hooked, baby. You don’t come like that for anything less than a complete surrender. You came like that for him.”
A fresh wave of shameful heat flooded her cheeks, but her pussy gave a traitorous, empty clench. He was right.
Pokey, having finally withdrawn his enormous, slick tool, gave a contented sigh. Instead of wandering off, he circled once and laid his massive head on her lower back, his warm weight a comforting, claiming anchor. He wasn’t leaving her side.
Alex watched the dog settle, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. He traced a finger down the curve of her spine, sticky with sweat.
“Look at him,” Alex said, his tone shifting to a dark, playful intimacy. “He knows he owns you now. He knows this was just the beginning. He’s staking his claim, right here in our backyard.”
He moved to face her, crouching down to look into her dazed eyes. He placed two fingers under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tell me what you are, Riley.”
She swallowed, the truth a raw scrape in her throat. “I’m… I’m his.”
“Louder. And what are you to me?”
“I’m your filthy wife,” she whispered, the words sparking another low throb of arousal. “Your hot wife who just got her ass fucked by a dog and loved it.”
“Damn right you did,” Alex growled, his own erection straining against his pants. He didn’t touch himself, letting the tension build. “And we’re just getting started. He’s going to want you again. Soon. And you’re going to give yourself to him. Every time. Aren’t you?”
Pokey let out a soft, rumbling sound of agreement, nuzzling against her.
Riley closed her eyes, the dual weight of her husband’s demand and the dog’s presence settling into her bones like a new law of nature. “Yes,” she breathed, the promise hanging in the fragrant evening air. “Every time.”