The Persistent Doggy - S01 E11

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The Persistent Doggy - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

The Persistent Doggy- (best, F, humiliation)

Summary Elizabeth's book club is meeting today. Can she control her horny, persistent, doggy?

Previous Chapter Summary - Elizabeth became her dog's personal breeding-bitch and fuck-toy.

Author's note - Many discover something uniquely arousing about

animal-sex fantasies. There is the societal taboo aspect, of course; the debauchery and wantonness of lowering oneself to having sex with an animal. But also, there is the evolutionary requirement inside every animal to procreate. A need so ingrained into a living creature's being, that once awakened, that need pushes away thoughts of reason and decorum. This is the final chapter of one woman's sexual awakening...

This is a work of fiction, make-believe, fantasy, and not based on real people or actual events. You must be of 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity involving animals in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a harmless fantasy into reality can have serious repercussions. Please keep your fantasies to yourself

Elizabeth just loved her new doggy! Rascal had enriched her life in so many ways since she adopted him only days before. He had helped her discover her sexuality and the sinful pleasures of all the soft, sensitive, parts of her body that he loved to lick. He had awoken the sleeping, sexual, nymph inside of her, and now she couldn't get enough of his long, wet, tongue and thick, hard, doggy- dick.

The two of them had fucked in nearly every room of the house; in the living room with Elizabeth down on her hands and knees, encouraging him and moaning loudly, in the kitchen while she was bent over the sink washing dishes, in the laundry room while. washing another set of soiled bedsheets and towels, and even the bathroom - she should have known better than be naked while bending over the tub but it turned out for the best. Rascal had received a much-needed bath, and Elizabeth enjoyed sucking on a freshly washed dog-dick and lapping at his clean-smelling, balls. His fur was so much softer now. She noticed the difference every time she pulled his face deeper into her cunt, or cuddled with him after a nice, long, fuck.

Elizabeth had tried to refuse his incessant demands numerous times. But after poking her, prodding her, whining, and scratching at her ass and thighs, she realized it was easier to just acquiesce and give in to his needs. She had tried to ignore him, but he made her so homy! Her pussy would get wet, his cock would get hard, and they start having sex anyway. It was inevitable.

She often felt she was being too compliant and subservient to him. After all, she was supposed to be the master, and he was her pet. But he was definitely the Alpha-Male, and she was...., what? His pet? A beta-breeding-bitch for his hard doggy-dick? A dog's fuck-toy-plaything? It didn't matter to her. She was enjoying her new found sexual freedom and loved to make him happy; to see his grateful face after he unloads in her pussy, or hear him whine when he cums, or just admire his hard, beautiful, cock as she licked and sucked it. Besides, if she kept him satisfied, she would have a brief a period of time when she was un-molested; to clean, fix dinner, read a book, or just sit quietly, with her legs spread, while he gently, and lovingly lapped at her pussy. Those were her favorite times, lounging in her favorite chair, scratching his ears and diddling with her swollen clit.

She never knew when Rascal would get the urge, so she remained naked, wearing only her heavy bathrobe and slippers. After all, she had to be ready for him, and it became tiresome to put on her clothes just to take them off again. And the robe provided some protection against his overly aggressive claws, both on her skin and her wardrobe.

The two became so attached, that on Sunday night, Elizabeth began to worry, she had to work the next morning, and didn't know how he would react to being left alone. She sucked his cock before she left and tried to mate with him, but he seemed disinterested, or satiated.

Worried, she hurried home at lunch to check on him. He pounced on her as soon as she got in the door. She barley had enough time to get on her hands and knees, lift her skirt, and pull down her panties and pantyhose! He fucked her so hard, Elizabeth wondered if he was mad at her for leaving him alone. Then they tied, and it caused Elizabeth to be late. Without time to freshen up, she has to sit at her desk, smelling the cum and pussy juice wafting up from her cunt. She was so embarrassed! On top of that, she later discovered a huge run in the back of her stockings!

"That Rascal!" she muttered, and reminded herself to buy more pantyhose. Maybe a lot more.

When she got home that afternoon, she immediately removed all of her clothing and presented herself to him. He again fucked her harder than she expected. Not only that, he had chewed one of her throw-pillows, slept on her couch, and messed up her bed! She was determined to ask her boss if she could start working from home.

Later that evening, she relaxed in bed and read her book, with Rascal lying beside her. She was lazily stroking his cock, fondling his balls, and playing with her pussy. Occasionally, he would walk around her, waving his engorged penis, and she would suck on it for a while, or stroke him gently, until he became bored. She was hoping he would lick her tired pussy before going to bed, and just as she was spreading her legs to ask him, her phone rang, startling them both.

"Hey Lizzie, it's Marcie! I was just checking to see if you needed anything for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" Elizabeth queried. 'What was tomorrow?'

"The book-club! First Tuesday of the month! And, it's your turn to host, or have you forgotten?"

"Oh, my! I have forgotten! I've been... a little... distracted lately," she said, admiring Rascal's cock. He had stood up when her phone chimed, and now stood over her, his meaty cock near her face.

"And what has distracted you? Or whom?" Marcie teased. "New man in your life?" She giggled, knowing that stuck-up, frigid, Elizabeth could never find another man, let alone keep one.

"Well, you could say that!" Elizabeth said happily, excited to share her news. "I adopted a dog! You don't think anyone in the club will mind me having a dog, do you?"