Adventures In Addiction

"Ahhhh! Yeah - lick it. Lick that p*ssy!" I hissed, thrusting my hips toward the Rottweiler's questing nose, my eyes slowly sliding shut as Tank gave me a quick swipe of his tongue, hitting my hooded clit at precisely the right angle - making my legs shake and quiver. "That's good Tank! Yes, that's it. Good boy."
My head rolled against the slat boards of the basement store room designated for my apartment as I lifted one leg up on the rickety shelf to my left, giving Tank easier access to my starving c*nny. Red hair twisted in the rough wood knots, pulling out a few strands, but I didnt care. My c*nt was in control now - it was being given what it had itched to have for the past week, and nothing else mattered.
One hand on the top of his head, stroking the short, silky fur between his ears, the other clenched tight to the cinder block sill of the dirt-encrusted window above my head, I thought of how far I had fallen into this addiction in such a short time.
Two weeks had passed since I had last seen Duke, my face pressed against the steamy window above the radiator in my living room, watching through tears as Mike led him to the mini van idling at the curb below. Each day that passed between that and this made the hunger inside of me rage - giving control to this insane craving - this itch in my body that demanded to be fed.
It was all I could do too act as if nothing unusual had occured over the Thanksgiving holiday, having to hide my newfound dependence, silently stroking my cl*tty to a simple, frustrating orgasm as Jason and his latest beau Paul, f*cked like rabbits in the room next to mine, the noises of their encounter encouraging me to climax, but leaving me cold and longing to wrap my arms around Duke.
My grades had begun to slide, and I suppose my appearance must have also, because my English Lit Professor actually pulled me aside to ask me if I was ill, or needed to see a counselor.
"Sweetie, if a man has done this to you - be assured he will get his. No man is worth your health." Her kind eyes swept over my face, taking in the dark circles, the pale skin with freckles that stood out across the bridge of my nose like beacons. "You need to take care of yourself."
Little did I realize it would be Jason's boyfriend who rescued me from what felt like a never-ending black hole of hunger and loneliness.
"You work too hard Keel." Jason said the day he arrived back home to find me still red eyed and weepy, nursing my broken heart. "You need to get out more, relax - enjoy life." He gave me a smirk, lifting one perfectly manicured eyebrow. "Find a man."J
ason was the one who unwittingly encouraged my dependence on canine lovers through his boyfriend Paul. He said the exercise would do me good, the quiet presence of the dogs would help me overcome my depression - maybe put some of the weight I lost since the beginning of the school year back on my bones.
"His name is Paolo." Paul said, dividing a smile between me and Jason as the German Shepherd mix strained at his leash to sniff my bared feet. "I thought maybe you could take him for a walk while Jason and I - um, talk a while?"
"Where did he come from?" I asked, immediately recognizing that Paul had given the mutt his name in Spanish.
"He's from the shelter I volunteer at during the week." Paul said, weaving an arm around Jason's waist and dropping Paolo's leash. "He's going to be adopted out, so he's got his shots and everything - he'll be neutered tomorrow."
"Oooooh!" Jason cooed, coming down on his knees for Paolo to lick his face. "You poor thing! They are gonna' cut off your balls!" He said in a high pitched voice. "How terrible!" Giggling a little as Paolo lathed his face with kisses, Jason managed to stand again. "Why are they going to do that?"
Paul shrugged. "No one wants the family dog humping their guests legs I guess."
I made a face. "That's not true. Having him neutered is no guarantee that he wont."
Paul shrugged again, leaning his weight on one hip as his eyes caught Jason's. "I dont know why they do it. They just do."
"They do it to control the population." I answered, fighting back the look of disgust I felt toward Jason's feather brained boyfriend.
Jason sidled closer to Paul to give him a long, wet kiss that left my face heating in a blush before turning back to me with a woe begone expression. "Walk him for us Keel? Please? Just a half an hour?"
Snorting through my nose in disgust, I heaved myself to my feet and left the apartment with Paolo.
Paolo wasn't interested in my p*ss. He seemed to be much more like Paul then just the name - being satisfied to sniff at the trees Duke marked and when I was hit by the inspiration of seeing if he would show any interest in my p*ssy - choosing the same spot to explore this idea that Duke had used to assert his mastery over me at the back basement entry - Paolo turned his head away and nosed thoughtfully at the concrete wall where Duke had previously left his mark.
Disappointed and disgusted with myself by how quickly I was ready to jump back into the 'mating game' after losing my first lover, I brought Paolo around to the front of the building and we slowly made our way back upstairs.
Paolo was the first - but not the last.
Jason encouraged me to walk the dogs because it got me outside - beyond going to and from school, I didnt have much of a social life anymore. Nothing really held interest for me. On the other hand, thinking I would be an accomplice for Paul to get laid instead of doing his volunteer work, he would come by every day with a new dog. I let them both think what they wanted. I was just happy to be with company that did not demand answers, did not judge, did not try and use some pick up line or act like anything other then what they were.
Sometimes Paul brought by females - whose company I enjoyed very much, but did not even think to explore on any other level; but most often males. Sometimes the males were interested, sometimes they werent.
If they werent, I didnt force the issue. I simply enjoyed their company and played with them in the living room after our walks while Jason and Paul finished 'talking' in Jason's bedroom.
Jason said that I seemed to be perking up, that there was a little color back in my cheeks. What Jason didnt know was that his lover was supplying me with lovers of my own. Granted - not a match like Duke and I had been, but these males were eager to feed my hungry c*nny what it wanted, and I figured I was doing them a service as well, letting them get a last piece of ass before their inevitable surgeries.
Instead of wallowing in my heartache over Duke, I began to slowly make the store room in the basement a little 'swingers pad' - where I would bring my canine lovers for a quick f*ck - each of us getting what we needed without any lies or promises - without emotions that would wring my heart to pieces - without entanglements that involved other lovers, wives, children. It seemed to me that this was a win-win situation for my addiction and the males that were interested in f*cking a human female.
Like Tank. I thought to myself as he began to use his teeth a little, bringing me back to the lover whose muzzle was buried between my legs.
"That feels good Tank. That feels real good." I whispered, careful to keep my voice low. I could be relatively certain Jason wouldnt wander down here while Paul was with him, but I couldnt be sure my elderly neighbor wouldnt need something from the basement.
I humped my hips forward a little, encouraging him by bending my knees to bring my legs further apart as his front leg began to paw at my calf.
"You ready for me now?" I cooed, missing Duke and the way he would practically command me to present myself as I looked down Tank's wide body, bending a little to spy the tiny pink point of his c*ck as it peeped from the sheath.
"Yes, you are ready." I said, gently pushing his head out of my crotch to go down on my knees in the pool of dim, watery light that fell from the crusty window to the foam mattress on the store room floor.
Tank danced a little back and forth, nosing me as I patiently presented myself, wiggling my ass a little to encourage him to mount.
It instantly brought to mind Duke and how ready he was to f*ck me silly at any given moment, and again - my heart twisted a little, but my c*nt didnt care - it wanted dog c*ck and it wanted it any way it could get it.
Being a horny beast himself, Tank needed no further encouragement as he mounted me and quickly speared me with his hot cock, pulling it in and out a few times before it grew enough to stop teasing and really ream my p*ssy good.
"Ungh." I grunted as he pushed his knot at my entry, trying to get it in like he had the day before.
Big, but nowhere as large as Duke's, after Tank filled me with pre-cum during our first coupling the day before, it lubricated my clenching p*ssy, his knot went in relatively easy.
It surprised me at first, remembering how hard it had been to accomodate Duke's knot - but the way it pleasantly stretched my p*ssy lips once it was in and Tank continued to hump me gave me an immediate orgasm that left me breathless. There was no period of adjustment needed for Tank's smaller knot liket here was for Duke - and I thought somehow that was the reason for my tinier orgasms. Not that they were less pleasant - they just werent as raw, overpowering and primal like the ones that Duke gave me. The orgasms I shared with my other canine lovers just werent as...intense as the ones I shared with Duke.
As if Tank was as hungry to bury his knot in me as my c*nny was hungry to feel it, he hammered harder, growling in determination and effort as his hips jack-knifed behind me.
It actually began to hurt a little, and instantly called to mind my master and his dominance over me and my c*nny again.
I quickly stemmed the thought before my heart began to ache - and instead focused on the beta male who was quickly growing frustrated behind me.
"Easy babe." I whispered, relaxing my body so it would accomodate his knot.
Another quick hunch of his hips and 'pop!' in it went, making him do that delicious push-pull as he humped me a few more times before unloading the doggie cum in my hungry c*nny.
Feeling his c*ck push against my tight tunnel as he began to cum, I clamped my muscles down, holding him in place to foster the illusion that he plugged me, that his seed was fertilizing my eggs.
It was silly to think he knew what I was doing and why, but it made me feel better about us parting in a little while. He had gotten an extra day before he was due for surgery because the vet overbooked, and I wanted to give him something to remember, though I couldnt be sure he would.
The thought of Tank laying on a hospital bed after surgery as he looked at the dog in the bed beside him while he told his room mate about the redhead he f*cked the night before made me giggle as he tightened his grip on my hips. My giggle disappeared as another gentle orgasm swept through me by the pressure his knot put on my g-spot.
Catching my breath after a moment, I looked over my shoulder at the panting dog behind me.
"Thank you Tank. That was nice." I whispered to him, feeling that familiar ache in my heart as I thought about how nice it was - gentle and quick - very much unlike my first canine lover, my master and love.
I was getting a steady flow of doggie c*ck - which is what my c*nny wanted, but my body and mind wanted Duke's brand of mating. Rough, dominating, aggressive and almost a little violent - but in the best way possible.
"That was very nice." I finished, feeling a tear slide down my cheek.

Wow, another great story. Damn, I think she ought to kidnap Duke, and move to another place. Keep up the story, it's worth a 10.

Pet :D

Keely,

Thank you for telling us what Duke meant to you and what happens when you lose that someone :crying:. It's hard to replace those desires and feelings and you bring that out in your story. I know your keeping something back and am looking forward to reading it here at the forum.

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Great continuation, can't wait to see what happened next.

Great continuation, Thank you

wow an other great story, from one special lady :wub:

:beer: 10 superb story hope for more,thank you :rock:

That is a great story. Thank you very much!

Very h** story thanks for post!

I guess I missed the first part with Duke, but this was a good stand alone story. Thank You.

Again you keep me riveted.keep it up hon you are wonderful. :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart:

Keely, sweet story Babe. I guess I need to find the first part also but very nice.

M. Lobo B)

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