My first time babysitting a dog I was raped by my neighbor's bullmastiff

Adaptation from an original story by B.R.I.T.N.E.Y Teen dog sitter learns what happens when you expose yourself to a dog in heat.

I nervously knocked on my neighbor's front door. This was my first time dog-sitting for my neighbors. They were a nice elderly couple. I brushed my hair to the side and knocked again, then I noticed an envelope taped to the door. It had my name on it so I opened it up, and inside was a note and a key as well as a roll of cash. I took the key and cash and put them inside my purse as I opened up the note and read it.

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Dear Britney,
I'm sorry for not being there to greet you with Brutus. Please don't worry about his size. He's gentle as a kitten, and all you have to do is feed him twice a day and make sure he has fresh water, and take him for walks at least four times a day. I put an extra $200.00 in the roll for your troubles for not being there to show you what to do. I'll see you on Sunday.
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I took the key out of my purse and opened up the front door, and went into the house. I have to say, I was shocked to see Brutus sitting in the living room staring at me. He was a Bullmastiff. And he was huge. I nervously offered him my hand, and he sniffed, then walked all around me, checking me out. He quickly took a liking to me when I gave him a treat. Then I got out his food and took him for a walk after he ate it. When I got back, I put him in the house and locked the front door, then went home.

The next day came, and I headed over to my neighbor's house to let Brutus out. I had to get something special for my date with Steve tonight. So, after I was done with Brutus, I went shopping. Since my boyfriend told me that his roommates are home tonight and so will be my parents, we're going to have sex in the backseat of his car. To make that a lot easier, I bought a short denim dress, and since it was a little chilly, I also purchased a crotchless opaque bodystocking and red 5-inch spiked heels. I told myself that after my date tonight, I'd take care of Brutus.

I had a good night out with Steve. He took me out dancing and drinking, then we ended up having drunken sex in the backseat of his car. We were sweating and fogging up the windows while the car was rocking back and forth. My denim dress was pulled up, and my black nylon-clad legs were up on top of his shoulders as his cock was buried deep inside my freshly shaven pussy. He fucked me directly through the crotchless hole, and my new black bodystocking showed its worth.
I wasn't on the pill, and he wasn't wearing a condom. Yeah, we were young and stupid, what can I say? When I heard him grunting, I knew he was close. I didn’t even have a chance to get close to my own orgasm, but what else is new?

“Steve, don’t cum inside me,” I hoarsely whispered to him, but he didn't react at all. A moment later, he spasmed and came deep inside of me.

"What the fuck?” I freaked.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CUM IN ME, STEVE,” I continued to yell.

I was so mad that I demanded him to drive me back home. He didn’t argue and did as I asked. He probably counted him getting lucky as a win. Men.

When he drove off, I stopped for a moment. I could clean up first, but then I was sure, I didn’t want to go outside again, and so I decided to walk over to check on Brutus now.

I took the key out of my purse and let myself in, and Brutus was very happy to see me as he twirled around like a child. Then he unexpectantly sniffed and nosed my crotch, so I shooed him away.

"Don't you dare get any ideas, Brutus,” I told him off.

I got his food ready, but he kept pushing his nose through my denim dress, nosing my crotch. So, I picked up a ball and threw it down the hall, and he chased it down and brought it back to me.

I decided to throw it again, and he tried to catch it in mid-air, but instead he knocked it under the sofa. He tried to reach the ball underneath there but couldn't, so he started whining and looking back at me. I felt bad for telling him off, so I thought I would help him out a little.

"Hey, big guy. Let me get that for you. " I said with a smile. My 5-inch heels made that click-clack come-and-fuck-me-sound as I walked over to the sofa. I bent over and found out that I couldn't reach it either. I grabbed my phone and, with my face to the wood floor, I turned the light on and looked for the ball.

I was glad no one else was here except for Brutus, as my dress rode up and exposed the bottoms of my black bodystocking-encased ass cheeks. I reached out and touched the ball, but I couldn't get to it fully, and instead I pushed it even further back.

And that's when my life changed forever.

I felt Brutus's long, hot tongue lapping over my still cum coated pussy. The rational part of my brain went into overdrive and told me why. Brutus can smell a thousand times better than I could, and my freshly fucked pussy was probably emanating a powerful, irresistible scent. And my boyfriend's sperm that was still seeping out of my pussy probably didn’t help either, triggering the hound’s mating instincts.
But then something clicked, and I yelped.

"NO. NO BRUTUS. SHOO. SHOO. BAD BOY. BAD BOY. GET OFF ME.”

Instead of stopping, I could feel Brutus fully stepping over me. Brutus's weight was fully on top of me now.

OH MY GOD. I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING.

I was terrified trying to get up while Brutus excitedly and wildly wiggled on top and behind me. Then I felt something slap my ass, and I went stock still.

It couldn’t be, right?

But only moments later, I was sure I hadn’t imagined it as I felt what could only be his large cock slapping and wagging all over my black nylon-clad ass. I could even feel the wetness of his precum starting to coat it and leaving sticky lines all over.

I now got frantic.

“Stop!”

“Stop it!”

“No, Brutus!”

I tried over and over to get him to stop. I still didn’t dare move, only squirming with his full weight of at least 80 pounds on top of me. Tears started to well up as his nails scratched both sides of my bodystocking and into my skin while trying to hold on tightly to my waist with his large, muscular legs.

Then my eyes went wide, and if someone could have been watching, they would have seen my mouth forming a perfect “o”, as his huge dog cock had finally found the bullseye and penetrated my pussy.

It was hard to say what I felt at that moment. Panic? Sure. Frustration? Definitely. But while I was absolutely horrified, I could also not deny that this feeling of penetration wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Quite the opposite, I would have to admit. It tickled something in me that even the sex with Steve hadn’t.

Big Brutus seemed to have lost all control and tore into me with animalistic, primal lust as my eyes and mouth opened up wide in a silent scream. His large head is next to mine, and I can feel his hot breath. The panting and dripping tongue made me want to wretch as he was eagerly licking my cheek and ear.

He was fucking and rutting me like a jackhammer, and my whole body vibrated from it. I finally tried to move away, regardless of my fear. But as I quickly noticed, there was nothing I could do. His cock was fully inside of me and wasn’t about to let go. My brain unhelpfully remembered that this was called knotting, and my heart fell at that. He wouldn’t come out of there until he had come.

Come! Inside of me.

I bucked instinctively at the thought, but he only fucked me harder and also started to growl. And I stopped trying at once. I don’t know if you can imagine how vulnerable it makes you feel having a huge mastiff on top of you, baring his teeth right next to your face. So, I froze once more with him not even pausing to pump-fuck my cunt like I’m his bitch. Which in fact, I was.

I felt his paws wrap tighter around my bodystocking-encased hips as he relentlessly kept fucking me.

The depravity of the whole situation struck me. I was being used like a cheap animal whore. I realized that I'm his breeding bitch now as he thrusted his dog cock into my tight pussy again and again and again. My mind showed me how it must look as he is driving his big dog-cock deep inside my – I couldn’t deny – wet, dripping cunt, while I shake underneath him.

While he was leaking so much precum that I could feel it running down my legs and puddling between my knees on the hardwood floor. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

I thought, Oh my God. How can I be wet? Nothing could be more humiliating.

I bit my lip. Shit.

I was wrong. Oh, so wrong. I could start feeling it as it was building up slowly inside me.

Maybe it was the hot sex I had with Steve that still hadn’t had me come, or the incredibly strange feeling of being without any control whatsoever, being so entirely dominated, I couldn’t say. But the small kernel of heat I felt was starting to rapidly grow inside me.

And that made me yet again scream out, panting in between his thrusts.

"No. No… No! Oh my god… no. Stop… it, Brutus! No, you… naughty… boy. OH. OH GOD!!!”

But my pleading and screaming didn't stop Brutus as he kept on literally pounding me with his cock, with my pussy lips puffing up as his balls slapped over and over against it. The slurping sound was maddening every time he plunged in deep. My wild mind conjured a picture of the depraved mix of his pre-cum, Steve’s remaining cum, and my own juices being perfect lubrication for this huge dog cock fucking me.

Part of me wanted to die of shame, but another part… another part was increasingly wanting to come… needing to come. I had no more fight or struggle left in me as I submitted myself to Brutus. I just have to ride out Brutus's mating ritual, and then I could drug and drink myself into oblivion, then pray to God that I never remember being taken and raped by a dog.

Only as I submitted, what was growing in my belly got bigger, and I started shaking violently while Brutus was ramming the fuck out of my juicy, creamy cunt.
And then I screamed, my eyes bulged, and two of my ruby red fingernails broke as I clawed the wooden floor so hard that I left scratches all over it, as all of my muscles contracted at the same time. My whole body convulsed, as I exploded in a huge orgasm of fire and warmth of unwanted pleasure, as I came hard from a big dog fucking me.

" I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I'M CUMMING!”

I hated myself for it, but it was the best orgasm of my life. And it felt like it would never end as Brutus didn't care that I was coming and sensitive. He was just a dumb beast doing what came naturally to him, and instead of slowing down while I was oh so sensitive, he just kept on, and while it was momentarily painful feeling his cock and balls penetrating and slapping my poor pussy it soon turned into additional waves of orgasms building, and my vision went white.

I don’t know how long I was gone. It could have been seconds or days for all I cared, but when I could think again, I felt a new sensation as Brutus was still holding tightly onto my hips and wildly fucking something big right through my wet, stretched-out pussy lips.

"Oh my god, his knot is getting bigger…” I yelled out in a panic as the feeling grew more intense while fresh tears ran down my face with mascara as Brutus's lime-sized knot wrecked the inside of my further stretched-out pussy. Within seconds, I couldn’t hold back the feeling of yet another orgasm building, and I screamed out in pain and pleasure as I clawed the floor again and broke another ruby red fingernail.

I barely felt it as Brutus went rigid, and my insides burned as I felt his cum pumping inside of me. He came like a gushing water hose, panting like crazy. His knot was rubbing against my G-spot, and I completely lost it. I couldn’t count the waves of orgasm crashing over me.

“Ohhh, god, Oh god, I can’t… stop, fucking, cumming!!!”

I felt my own gushing and for the first time I actually squirted, coming all over Brutus's huge, invading cock as I squealed and screamed out.

I think I lost consciousness after that. And an unknown number of orgasms later, I felt my eyes open. For a moment, I didn’t realize where I was, then all came rushing back. I realized I was limp, lying on the side with my pretty face on the cold floor, ass up.

I felt a tugging sensation as Brutus slowly got off me and turned. What? Then I realized that Brutus's knot still locked me tightly to him.

He simply dragged me with him, still inside my pussy, and it was nearly too much for me to handle. Being rag-dolled along by my rapist dog. Then, some twenty minutes later, his knot deflated, and with a loud wet plop, his cock popped out of my now gaping dog-sperm-filled pussy. With it, I felt it as his cum gushed out and all over my bodystocking-encased thighs and legs. I looked down in disbelief as it puddled underneath me. All of that dog cum.

When Brutus walked over to me, I was literally too weak to do anything and only watched as his coarse tongue lapped at my soaking pussy. I was unbelievably tender, and his tongue wasn’t that considerate, so I breathed in harshly and closed my eyes as my legs clenched all on their own.

When I could barely deal with the feeling, I looked down again, and with a blank stare, I let him continue, and I didn't even say anything or move as he licked me clean.

When he was done, he looked at me and whined. So, I stood up. Or tried to, as I immediately stumbled. I was quite understandably unsteady after the whole ordeal, and did my best to keep my balance in my high heels as I walked to the entrance. I grabbed my purse, took the roll of cash out, and threw it on the sticky puddle of his doggy sperm, then left the house without looking back at Brutus.

When I got home, I turned my shower on and went in as I was, and sat on the floor as the hot water drenched me while I washed out Brutus's sperm. Then I crawled into my bed but-baked, and I stayed there like that for a long time, numb, unthinking, until sleep finally took me.

***

A year later.

I had broken up with Steve the very next day after my… experience, and never talked to him again. I also never heard back from my neighbor. Figures. What he must have thought. I honestly didn’t care.

This day, I was finally ready. I just signed the lease for my first very own apartment. After a lot of thought, I had decided to wear shiny suntan pantyhose and a very short red pleated dress and red spiked high heels. I felt a tingling all over my body as I drove towards my destination.

When I arrived, I told the woman at the desk what I wanted.

“So, what exactly are you looking for?”

"A full-bred male Bull Mastiff," I told her.

“Good choice,” the woman told me. She looked me up and down, but didn’t add anything else.

I was in luck, as I had found out there was a breeding kennel in town where they raise male stud dogs. And today I would get one.

Walking behind the woman, I rubbed my little pussy through the pantyhose. I was soaking wet. Today, I was going to lay eyes on my new lover. My heels click-clacked on the concrete floor, bringing me the attention of all of the male dogs in the holding facility.

Their barking and whining as they smelled my scent made me nearly come then and there. We stopped at one kennel, and I saw the huge beast waiting for me.

Yes. That was him. I couldn’t wait until he was taking what’s his.

I had realized what I was. I was a bitch.

His bitch.

THE END