A dog is a man's best friend.
The first few weeks after she left, I barely noticed the silence. My hand became my only companion, a desperate rhythm in the dark of the apartment. Every night, same ritual—scroll through old photos, get hard, stroke myself until I came into a tissue, then lie there staring at the ceiling. The loneliness was a physical ache, a hollow in my chest that no amount of self-pleasure could fill.
Then Bella started acting strange. My golden retriever, usually content to curl at my feet, began pacing. She'd whine at nothing, lick herself obsessively, and present her rear to me whenever I walked past. I knew the signs—I'd had dogs before. Her vulva swelled, pink and glistening, and a thin, musky discharge stained her fur. Heat. My gut tightened. I tried to ignore it, but every time she wagged her tail and backed up against my leg, my cock twitched.
That night, I was jerking off again, harder than usual. Lying on the couch, pants around my ankles, gripping my shaft with a fist slick with precum. Bella padded over, sniffed the air, and then licked my knuckles. Her tongue was warm, rough. I froze. She licked again, then nuzzled between my thighs, her nose brushing my balls. My breath hitched. I should have pushed her away. Instead, I spread my legs wider.
She lapped at my cock, tongue curling around the head. I groaned, my hand falling away. Her mouth was nothing like a woman's—wetter, hotter, less coordinated but somehow more eager. I let her lick me until I was throbbing, then guided her head down. She took me deeper, gagging slightly, and I came down her throat with a shuddering gasp.
That could have been the end. But the next morning, she was still in heat, her scent thick in the air. I knelt behind her, ran my hand along her slickened cunt. She pushed back against my fingers, whimpering. I lined up my cock—and pushed inside.
She was tight, hot, gripping me like a fist. I fucked her slow at first, then harder, my hands on her hips, her claws scrabbling on the hardwood. She yelped once, then settled into a rhythm, her tail curled to the side. I came buried deep inside her, pumping ropes of cum into that swollen, needy hole.
That was two months ago. Now, Bella sleeps in my bed, her head on my pillow. When she's in heat, we mate twice a day. When she's not, she still licks me clean after I jerk off, and I finger her until she whines and drips on the sheets. It's not love, not like before—but it's something. A new relationship. She needs me, and I need her. That's enough.
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Comments (8)
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Reply↴ • uid:2sv4fcnq6qrJohn M.: "A dog is a man's best friend." This is classified as #Zoophilia The first few weeks after she left, I barely noticed the silence. My hand became my only companion. A desperate rhythm in the dark of the apartment. Every night, same ritual—looking at porn to get hard, stroking myself until I came shooting mu cum into a tissue. then lie there staring at the ceiling, as the loneliness was a physical ache, and no amount of self-pleasure could fill. Or though I thought. My dog Bella started acting strange. My golden retriever, usually content to curl at my feet, began pacing. She'd whine at nothing, lick herself obsessively, and present her rear to me whenever I walked past. I knew the signs—I'd had dogs before. Her vulva swelled, pink and glistening, my dog was in "heat". My gut tightened. I tried to ignore it, but every time she wagged her tail and backed up against my leg, my cock twitched. That night, I was jerking off again, harder than usual. Lying on the couch, gripping my shaft with at fist slick with precum. Bella padded over, sniffed and then licked my knuckles. Her tongue was warm, rough. I froze. She licked again, then nuzzled between my thighs, her nose brushing my balls. My breath hitched. I should have pushed her away. Instead, I spread my legs wider. Here I welcomed her with legs wide open As she lapped at my cock, tongue curling around the head. I groaned, my hand falling away. Her mouth was nothing like a woman's—wetter, hotter, less coordinated but more eager. I let her lick me until I was throbbing, then guided her head down. She took me deeper, until I came . That could have been the end. But the next morning, she was still in heat, her scent thick in the air. I knelt behind her, ran my hand along her slickened cunt. She pushed back against my fingers, whimpering. I lined up my cock—and pushed inside. She was tight, oh so damn hot.
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