I don't know what to say except a very grateful thank you for all of the votes and support.

I believe this is the most popular story I have on the site and it thrills me to bits to know you have enjoyed it so much.

Really, a great big thank you all.

Robin.

This is a great story. Well told. Sexy and well-paced. I like how the erotic tension builds as she digests the idea of letting the dog f**k her, the glances, the obvious developing fantasy, which leads to her letting the dog have full run of her body. He has already shown a penchant for taking the initiative and taking what he wants. Once he gets a taste for the whole package, he'll be on her all the time. And it looks like she will let him.

First class! :rock:

Extremely well-written from both a mechanics standpoint and content. I can not see any way that this story could have been written better. Congratulations!

One of the best stories on here!!! Keep it coming!!!

I love this, Thanks for such an amazing story, I'm waiting in anticipation for the next part.

Part four

Nitro nee Fido.


“Oh! My God Rob! That was abso-fucking-lutely fantastic.” Jill had risen at last and had a pink glow about her I hadn’t seen before.

“He tastes so much differently from you and I though he would scold my throat. His come is so hot.” She was getting pinker, almost a full blush as the memories of the previous night went through her mind’s eye.

“A dog’s temperature is several degrees higher than ours.” I informed her, quite unnecessarily, but I had to say something and useless facts are always a good fall back.

“I wish we had a video camera.” This was a new turn of events. Jill had never even wanted to pose for me if a camera was anywhere to be seen. Even on holiday, she would cover her topless tits up if the lens as so much swung her way.

“Really?” As a conversationalist, I wasn’t really doing my part. “You really want to make a film?”
“No you silly sod, but that would have made a fantastic sight, Nitro’s cock in my gob and you stuck in my fanny. What girl wouldn’t want to see herself so well used?” She brushed passed me and reached for the coffee pot. Her house rode opened to show her nakedness under the terry cloth.

Typically for a randy bloke, my hand reached inside and cupped a breast. She slapped my hand away, but giggled, the attention wasn’t entirely unwelcome, but this wasn’t the right time.

“Where’s Nitro?” She asked as she sat at the opposite end of the dinning table, not bothering to close her robe.

“I let him out a while ago, last I saw, he was hunting the hedges, probably smelling out the foxes.” Even with the familiarity of her body, accrued over the years, the glimpses of her tits were mesmerising and of course, had the desired effect on my cock, which was getting uncomfortable in the confines of my jeans.

Gill got up from her chair and opened the back door, calling the dog. A few minutes later, he padded over the threshold, his tail wagging like it was going to fall off. He glanced at me as he went straight to Jill who had returned to her seat.

“What have you been up to then?” She asked the dog, whose tail was thumping the table leg. He laid his head on her lap while she scrunched his ears and head. “You been looking for them foxes have you?” The change in her tone of voice was amusing to listen to. She spoke to him as if he were a delinquent child that had performed a mildly naughty act which, although worthy of a slight rebuke, had not displeased very much at all.

Obviously pleased with the attention, Nitro’s tail was banging against the table leg even harder and then I noticed his back legs starting to do a little dance. I had been looking at his rear end and missed that her robe was completely open now and his nose was aiming straight at her sex. The rosy glow was turning into a deeper colour, her legs slightly parted and her breath becoming shorter. Then I realised the back door was wide open, not that Jill was aware or even cared, so a got up and quietly closed it.

I turned back to see Jill’s legs wide apart and Nitro’s head buried between her thighs. She had sucked in her bottom lip and was breathing hard as his tongue found what was becoming a familiar place and reaction.

Well, this is a great way to start the weekend I thought. It was as if Jill was completely held in thrall, a slave to this new experience of canine sex. Nitro had only to nuzzle her fanny and she would be instantly accommodating and ready for his whim.

Thinking that the kitchen, with its patio window that opened out on to the lawn and provided very little by way of privacy, was probably not the best place to get into a session, I suggested we all go into the living room. I may as well have talked to the coffee pot for all the recognition I got. By now, Jill’s legs were as wide as was possible to be and Nitro’s brindle head was burying into her as if trying to eat her from the inside out. She moaned in time with his tongue, totally oblivious of me or her surroundings. I had to do something.

I grabbed Nitro by the scruff of his neck and pulled him away from Jill. I could see her pussy lips, red and swollen, slick with her juices and the dog’s saliva. Her skin was positively radiating colour and heat with a blush that was impossible not to notice. Slowly, her focus returned once the connection of dog and woman was broken.

“Fuck me Jill; you have got to be a bit more careful. Anyone passing would have had a great view of you getting the shit sucked out of you by Nitro.” I was wondering what kind of monster had been unleashed. Jill, although an extremely sexy woman, had always been private where love making was concerned. But this woman was becoming completely wanton with a disregard for her own normal values. It seemed the introduction of the dog as a sexual partner, had hit a new place in her that threw all of her previous inhibitions away, with abandon.

“Ya, I guess.” Distractedly, Jill stood, pulled her robe together and left the kitchen. Nitro struggled in my grasp, got free and followed her into the living room. I followed after them a few seconds later.

She was kneeling on the rug in front of the cold fire, her ass in the air, legs spread and her head on her arms, folded in front of her. The robe was thrown in a heap, a little distance away.

“If one of you doesn’t fuck me right now, I think I will explode.” She mumbled, her voice muffled by the pile of the rug.

Before I had time to react, Nitro had shot across the room and shoved his nose straight into her waiting twat. His tongue rasped out and covered her sex with a broad stroke that resulted in a yelp from Jill.

Nitro pressed home his advantage of position, his tongue was reaching into Jill as deeply as he could possibly push it, his nose was wrinkled up, over his teeth and squeezed between her ass cheeks. It didn’t look too comfortable for him, but he didn’t seem to mind in his eagerness to get Jill’s cream. His back legs had taken up that funny little dance again as his excitement rose, his receptors telling him that pretty soon; he would be performing another function entirely.

I was dumbstruck. The change in Jill’s demeanour had knocked me for six. I had never, in all the years we had been together, seen her so frantic to be screwed. Her mewling was a new thing and I didn’t know quite what to make of it. Of course it was fantastically erotic and my cock ached to escape and get in on the action, but somehow, she had become someone I didn’t recognise, she was animalistic in her need to mate. Like a statue with a marble stiff cock, I stood and watched as things unfolded.

And then, at some unmarked signal between them, Nitro jumped onto Jill’s back, mounting her and frantically trying to connect his dick with her cunt. He humped and danced on his hind legs, trying to find the optimum angle so that he could enter her. Repeatedly, his efforts were misdirected. His cock either missed the mark and slid between her ass cheeks or banged against her clit to hang down between them. In frustration, he jumped down again, tried to mount her from the side only to give up and try again from a different angle, licking her sex as he changed direction.

“For God’s sake, help him will you?” Jill shouted at me, her own desperation evident as her words hissed between clenched teeth.

Slowly, as if in some kind of dream, I walked forward and knelt so that I could help the hapless dog find the object of his desire. I gripped his red hot cock, marvelling at the size and hoping momentarily, that he would actually fit inside her without doing damage. The damned thing was probably nine or ten inches of raging purple weapon, sharply pointed and felt dry to the touch, but looked as if it should have been soaking wet in its shininess.

I aimed him, pushing the tip between her lips, and then, I was no longer needed, Nitro shoved the massive thing into her body and began to hump in staccato thrusts. There was nothing gentle about the act. He was trying to get as much inside her as quickly as possible and wasn’t too careful in how he managed it. His fore paws wrapped around Jill’s waist, scratching her skin with his dew claws as he pulled her into his body, driving his cock deeper.

“Yes! Oh yes! Fuck me you bastard.” Jill yelled all control abandoned and forgotten. “Come on, fuck me harder.” Her desperation added an edge to this woman’s voice that I didn’t recognise, so changed in her desperate need to mate. A sheen of sweat covered her skin and one of her hands had snaked down to her clit which she was rubbing frantically.

Oh God! Oh my God!” She yelled. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her words were fractured by the force of Nitro’s thrusts so that they sounded like a profound stammer.

Nitro’s knot had begun to form, but was no where near getting inside her tortured cunt. I did what I though I should and gripped him, it was all he needed to shove harder than before, becoming quite still as his white hot seed pulsed deep into Jill.

“Argh!” She yelled, feeling his come splash against her womb. “He’s fucking huge. I love it.” I didn’t know what to say so, remained quiet, still gripping his pulsing cock as his balls emptied into her.

After what seemed like forever, he dismounted her, uncovering the deep laceration to her skin his claws and done. Then he licked her clean, his come dribbled from between her lips to drip off of her clit hood and soak into the rug.

The whole act had taken no more than a few minutes, possibly ten, certainly no more than that. But it was long enough to satisfied Jill’s need and Nitro’s instinctive reaction to a willing womb.

My emotions were jumbled. I didn’t quite know what to think. At a base level, the whole thing had excited me to the point of almost losing my load without any touch to my cock, but I was also somewhat troubled and perhaps even felt threatened. I guess I was somewhat jealous that a rival male had fucked Jill to a point I had never taken her. I knew it was silly, but the feeling persisted, I felt cuckolded and wasn’t comfortable with it.

Jill got up and made her way to the shower unsteadily, her legs trembling visibly as she made her way. Nitro had disappeared to the kitchen where his water was in a bowl on the floor. They left me, sitting on my haunches in the middle of the room. I felt forgotten and confused.

Isn't this strange, as this story unfolds, I have no idea where it is going to go. It really is as if I am just telling you all of the scenes that run through my imagination. I had an ending planned, the beginning was an accident and I really don't know what tangent it will take next, but be sure, there will be a next and very soon.

I do thank you all for the support, votes and wonderful comments.

Robin.

i like the way the story is going, hopefully she will become even more unhibited and turn into a complete dog slut. a bit of exhibitionism would be nice or getting caught by a stranger.

I know exactly what you mean on this one, Robin. In my stories I'm like you.....I thought I had it all planned out and then, WHAM..............it's like lightning just hit me! The story tends to take on a 'life of its own' and all I am is the expression of that story. That happened to me with 'The Wife who Doesn't Like Sex', which I posted on BF last year, and the same thing 'Black isn't so Bad After All', both of which I've gotten a ton of positive feedback on. Even though the last one didn't have any K-9 elements, it is still one of the stories I'm very proud of.

I totally enjoy your works, Robin and I always look forward to reading the newest updates to them. Whatever you do, PLEASE continue with your writing and I can promise you this, YOU WILL HAVE A FAN FOR LIFE!!!

Thanks for sharing this with us and I've already left my 10 for you as well.

Jetsons

Like all good stories, it takes on a life of its own. She is changing, as her lust overcomes her resistance, and her body gets used to accomodating the dog and his hunger for her. I think she will find herself giving in to him a lot more than she expected. And a lot more than you expected.

Great story.

I won't say that any of your suggestions will not happen because I simply don't know. This story has a life of it's own and I am merely a spectator as you, the reader are.

Jetson's, Wow! What can I say but a heart felt thank you for your support and to all of those who have commented. Just thanks, it is my pleasure to entertain you.

Robin.

Amazing as always Robin and I'm still not convinced you're not a woman...... even in man's clothing.

excellent and i am awaiting much more

You are one of the very best writers here..

Colleen

Wonderful ..simply wonderful....and thanks ..BZ.
dont stop just yet either.

Awsome, best story i,ve read in years.
Allways keen to read more!