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Consciousness

A.G.Thomas on Animal Stories




                                                      Consciousness

                                                                 By

                                                        A. G. Thomas



When it was that I first became aware I'm not certain. Maybe I was always aware and because I didn't know what it meant didn't recognize it. Or maybe it came to me slowly and only after I arrived at my new home. Whichever the case may be, I always knew I was somehow different from others of my kind. Maybe you'll understand a little better if I tell you my story.

My master, who by the way is married, is a Corporate hot shot who travels a lot. Enough said about him I believe, except to say that I am eternally grateful to him. Because of him, albeit unknowingly, his lovely wife became my life mate. It is around her, and the events that led up to her becoming my willing bitch, that my story revolves.

Nancy, sweet Nancy. Some two legged creatures might describe her as comely but to me she is the most beautiful creature alive. She is neither a tall statuesque woman nor is she a blue blood snob like the majority of women that my masters friends and business associates are married to. So that may very well be the reason for their descriptive when they talk about her behind her back. Perhaps, though I've already said that she is the most beautiful of creatures, it would be best if I described her.

By their standards, though she has the breeding of the best of them, she's a diminutive woman. She stands a little over five feet tall and weighs maybe a hundred odd pounds soaking wet. Another thing about her that's different from the other creatures, who her husband entertains on occasions, is that she's half their age. One last descriptive if I might. Her petite figure, I've heard it described as school girlish, gives her the appearance, at least in my eyes, of the quintessential Thoroughbred amongst plow horses. And since this is my story, my descriptive is the only opinion that matters.

Anyway back to how and when I first became aware of sweet Nancy. I've all ready told you that her husband brought me to my new home but I didn't tell you why. Protection. It was as simple as that. Oh sure, the home has the best alarm system that money can buy, but nothing, and I mean nothing, puts the fear of the two legged creatures God in their hearts like a guard dog. Especially a mastiff like myself.

Though I was only sixteen weeks old when I was brought home I stood about eighteen inches at the shoulder and weighed maybe seventy pounds. Though I was still only a puppy I sensed that Jonathan, my master, was afraid of me and yet he brought me home to his wife. Cooing gibberish that I didn't understand she threw her arms about my neck and pressed her face against me. At first I was skittish for no human had ever done such a thing before. But her soft pleasing voice calmed me and it was at that moment that I instinctively knew that nothing or anyone would ever stand between us.

Being an animal I didn't possess the same reasoning skills, or were my actions premeditated as were those of humans. Or at least they hadn't been until the moment that Nancy's arms went about me and my nostrils filled with her heavenly scent. The pleasurable feeling in my loins intensified as pulling back slightly I bathed her pretty face with my large tongue.

Now in most cases involving humans and animals, when the animal is skittish and the human cuddles and whispers endearments, it upsets the animals pack instinct. Which is to say that it disorients and confuses him. If such behavior continues, sooner more then later, it is the animal, aka the dog, that becomes the alpha instead of the human. Such is what happened to me. But in my case it was not solely because of Nancy's constant loving attention in which, by the way, I luxuriated. It was due mostly because of an incident that happened one night shortly after I was one year old.

As was often the case Nancy and I were alone in the house. But unlike as so often before when we were alone, for some reason that I still don't understand; certainly it couldn't have been because I tried to attack the gardner when he had touched her, she shut me from her bedroom. Can an animal feel rejection? If so that might explain my feelings that night as I uneasily prowled through the house.

Looking back on the events of that night I can honestly say that that was not the only reason I was uneasy. The uneasiness that I felt had been growing for several days, but on that night, it was almost palatable. My masters strange behavior in the days leading up to his latest business trip was part of it. Another was, though my master assured my mistress that every thing was fine, for some unexplained reason the security system was erratic. So you can understand why on that particular night, because I was not with my mistress the uneasiness that I felt would have been described as a full blown panic attack if I had been human.

Yet the first indication that I had of trouble was the sound of tinkling glass followed a moment later by the tread of feet. It was more a sense of foot fall then actually hearing them for I was asleep in my masters downstairs study. Though my ears had twitched and I had stirred restlessly at the strange sounds, it wasn't until long minutes later when her scream shattered the silence, that I staggered upright. Shaking my head as if to clear it from a drugged sleep I ambled slowly across the study toward the door.

Was it possible that I had only been dreaming. For several long minutes I stood in the doorway looking toward the stairs that led up to my mistresses bedroom. But other then the faint funny sounds, such as happens when my master is at home and they sleep together or when she is having a restless night, not another sound touched my ears. As the sound stopped I took a step forward. Should I investigate and possibly incur her anger? But even as that thought flitted through my mind the muted rustling and creaking of the bed, though more intense, as well as her ragged moans started anew.

Again shaking my massive head I started to turn back to my resting place beside the fireplace. My movement was halted though when my mistress again screamed. Her scream, though not as loud and better described as a groan of protest was short lived and ended in a gurgling hacking sputter. Needless to say that short lived hacking groan sent shivers through me. It seemed like a life time but in actuality probably took me less then thirty seconds to race from the study and up the stairs. I truly believe that it was at that exact moment as I stared at her partially open door through which intermittent brilliant flashes of light appeared, that complete and total consciousness came to me.

That I understood every word that was coming from within, should have mystified and given me pause, but it didn't. Still, and even though I knew that my mistress was in peril for several rapid beats of my heart I hesitated. Though the room was rather large it would have been foolhardy for me to blunder in without knowing where they were. As the sounds of heavy and rapid breathing, of boisterous gleeful laughter from more then one throat came to me, I mentally sought to fix the whereabouts of each voice. With the natural instinct of my kind in a micro second I knew the location of the three men that I had heard and without further pause lunged forward.

In two strides my hundred and forty plus pounds hit the door and with another I launched myself into the air and straight at the man beside my mistresses bed. As I did so a fourth mans guttural snicker of didn't I tell you mother fuckers the bitch would get off on two cock's came to me. It was to late to second guess myself, and far to late to pause. I would deal with the fourth individual, and a hundred others if need be, after I dispatched the three about my mistress.

My attack was so swift and his attention so focused on what the other two were doing to my mistress that he wasn't aware of my presence until it was to late. His snickering harangue of that's it, ram it to her. Fill the sluts mouth and cunt with nigga cock became a shriek of pain as my jaws closed on him. Even as my teeth closed on the arm holding the flashing thing in front of his face I twisted and fell atop the bed. As I came up snarling the two men who had been atop my mistress screamed in panic and almost as one fell from the bed before I could launch myself at them.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement. As I whirled to face the new threat the man, as naked as the others, along with picking up something shiny from her dressing table pushed away from the wall and extended his arm. Gathering my legs beneath me I launched myself into the air even as a pin point flash of light and a noise as loud as thunder erupted from his hand.

I had intended to rip out his throat but at the last second I lowered my head hitting him square in the chest slamming him back against the wall. Ignoring the sound of grating bone and gurgled breath as he slipped to the floor I again whirled and launched myself at the two men who had been hurting my mistress. My mistresses sobs, my repeated name from her stuttering lips stopped me though.

Cocking my head I looked at her askance. Why was she stopping me. I wanted to maim, perhaps even kill the men who had been hurting her. From out of the corner of my eye I could see the men gathering up their clothes. See them pull the one whose chest I had caved in from where he lay, yet I made no threatening move toward them. Though I instinctively knew that if I delayed they would get away I dismissed them.

All my attention was on my mistress and since she was now safe that was all that mattered. Mystified by her actions I stared into her tear streaked face. That was the first, but by no means the last time, that I saw her without her silly covering. She was sitting upright and holding her arms out toward me repeatedly sobbing my name. The men now completely forgotten with a soft woof of pleasure I jumped atop the bed and into her arms.

There were stringy globs of a strange smelling substance on her face, chest and between her legs, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was that we were together and that her face was pressed against my neck and she was holding me. When finally her tight hold on me loosened and I chanced to look around the room it was empty except for the two of us.

Turning my massive head back to her I began licking her face. The pungent substance not only had a strange taste but awoke the warm glow in my loins more intense then any I had previously felt when she held me. No Lance no she murmured, as together with my straddling her now prone small form my rough tongue moved methodically from her face over her neck and across her bare chest.

As I licked all traces of the strange smelling substance from her upper body her hic cupping sobs ceased and her breathing smoothed. Though at times, like when my tongue lingered on the small bumps with their protruding nipples, her breath caught and she softly hissed my name. Encouraged by her lack of pushing me away my tongue trailed downward across her belly then between her legs.

When I first moved between her legs they tightened on my head and she tried to push me away. But I was persistent, and as my thick rough tongue lapped at the strange funny smelling substance leaking from her, her hands fell from my head and her legs opened slightly. Thus encouraged my tongue trailed several inches down each leg in turn before always returning to where she was leaking. Again and again my thick pebbly tongue delved into the source of the discharge. Soft whimpering murmurs of no Lance, no, issued from her mouth yet she made no effort to push me away or close her legs.

In fact just the opposite occurred. With each long slurping lap of my tongue her legs opened a little wider and her hither to fore fluttering fingers pushed through the hair between my ears. No longer was she whimpering no Lance, no, as if vainly commanding me to stop but neither was she verbally encouraging me. Her breathing, ever more rapid and ragged frightened me and for a minute I lifted my head from between her legs. No Lance don't stop! Don't stop licking mommy she squealed as along with tugging on my ears her legs rose and encircled my back. As her hips rose from the bed my head dropped back between her legs.

Long minutes later, her small body shuddering as if buffeted by a strong wind, together with her fingers pulling harder on my ears more juices flowed from her. This time, unlike before, the fluid leaking from her was sweeter, more flavorable. Greedily my thick pebbly tongue delved into the source of her discharge as she, while thrashing about on the bed, repeatedly simpered yes Lance, oh God yes, lick mommy. An eternity later her fingers released my ears and her quivering legs fell from about my heaving sides.

Though the need to breed my mistress was almost more then I could endure I somehow knew that she was not ready to accept me. Soon though, and of this I was certain, she would willingly be my bitch. As if made of stone I stood silent between her splayed legs and watched as her eyes drifted shut and her breathing slowed. Then dropping down between her still widely splayed legs I licked my aching erection, before, with my muzzle against her slit and after a last pleasurable lick I closed my eyes.

I awoke to the light tap on the door and the maid softly asking if she might enter. Raising my eyes I looked directly into those of my mistress. She was sitting pressed against the headboard with her arms tightly about her knees staring at me. Her expression was such that I unquestionably knew that she was thinking about last night. Not only about what had happened before I got to her but after.

Raising slowly I jumped down from her bed and laid down beside it. As I did so she shoved her torn nightgown beneath her pillow then pulled the covers up to her neck. Only after the maid had left, did I then question why none of the servant's had heard my mistresses screams and rush to investigate. Granted they were downstairs in another wing and there were closed doors between them, but surly they had to of heard something. If not my mistresses screams then the hasty and clumsy retreat of her attackers.

It was not until many long minutes later, when she knelt down beside me and together with pressing her face to my neck hugged me tightly, that my thoughts shifted. My quandary forgotten I climbed to my feet and with her hand resting lightly upon my head we walked from her bedroom. Not once during that long day did my mistress let me out of her sight, nor did I quit possessively brushing against her as we walked together.

We even went shopping together, and when I appreciatively woofed in answer to her question as to whether I liked her new lounging dress she laughed. If I could have talked I would have said what's not to like. Not only was it sheer but it had a split up the front. The only thing that spoiled the full length gown was the skimpy panties that came with it. Over the next few weeks that followed not only did I take every advantage to possessively brush against her but I kept others from getting to close to her.

More then once, by leaning heavily against her, I made her go other then where she had intended. Not because I wanted to go anywhere special, but because I was indoctrinating her in her new role as well as affirming my status as alpha male. During the day whenever I could, and with great relish, I lay my large head in her lap. I also took every advantage to lick her face, throat, and when ever possible, like when she wore a low cut gown, her chest. Her lips especially tasted sweet.

Not always, but at times she scolded me when she thought I was becoming to familiar. But a heartbeat later, and always her voice ringing with light musical laughter, along with throwing her arms about my neck she would tell me what a naughty boy I was. It was after one such incidence that each of our roles would be defined and strengthened   

Though I had been certain of such for the last couple of weeks, and had been methodically working toward that end, it did not begin to dawn on my mistress until the night my master returned home. With him were three well dressed black men, who, though for the most part acted appropriately, never took their eyes off her. Her husband had introduced them as business associates explaining that they would be discussing a lucrative deal.

Her tension was almost palatable in the presence of the black men, and it increased when after she tried to excuse herself, her husband insisted she stay. As usual I sat beside my mistress with my head in her lap while they, my master included, did more drinking then talking business. I knew my presence gave her comfort and I did my best to strengthen it by licking her hand as often as possible. Though my eyes never left her face at all times I was aware of everyones location. An hour later, and after many drinks, when one of the black men, after sitting down beside my mistress and putting his arm about her, told my master to put on some music he obeyed as hurriedly as if he were a servant instead of their host.

On his way to the stereo he told her to lock me in one of the spare bedrooms saying he didn't want a mangy dog getting in the way. When she refused he grabbed her and dragged her from his study. Growling menacingly I stood to follow but she told me to stay, that everything would be alright. Alone with the others, but with my ears straining to hear my master and mistress, it wasn't until one of the black men chuckled, don't let her innocent looks and small frame fool you bro's, Johnny boy assures me she's a real slut for black cock, that I began to pay attention.

What I learned made me not only want to rip out their throats, but my masters as well. He wanted to give my mistress to them. When the door opened I bolted through it knocking my master aside in my eagerness to get to my mistresses side. Pressing my bulk against her I steered her in the direction of the stairs. As her foot touched the bottom step her husband  chuckled so softly that I'm sure she didn't hear his bravado but I did.

Don't worry gentlemen, the slut might act shy but I assure you she's not. And as to any worries you might have as to whether she likes more then one cock at a time, well let me put your minds to rest. The four negroes that have been slamming cock to her nightly for the last several weeks told me she's so cock crazy that they've even had to bring along some of their friends. Rest assured gentlemen, and don't blame me if the little slut wears you out in the process, not only will she pleasure you in any and every conceivable way tonight, she will do the same with any clients you deem to give her to in the future.

Now gentlemen, what say we give the slut a few minutes to slip into something a little more appropriate then head up to the bedroom so you can sample the merchandise. Then laughing uproariously he sputtered I'm sure you'll find that she's worth every bit of the seventy three thousand I owe you. The voices raised in discord assured me that the black men didn't believe him. And well they shouldn't have, because, in addition to having witnessed her initial reaction, the second we entered the bedroom, though they weren't immediately aware of it, she locked the heavy door.

Dropping to her knees and throwing her arms about me she sobbed oh Lance did you hear him? Did you hear Jonathan? What am I going to do? He ---- he ---- he said ---- he said he knows I've made love to negroes before. He ---- he said these three were cleaner then the four that I've been spreading my legs for every night after the servants retire. When ---- when I denied it, he said that he knew differently. He said ---- he said that he had pictures, and that if I didn't cooperate he would give them to his lawyer. Then ---- then putting his arm about me he said that the choice was mine. That I could either cooperate and continue to live in comfort, or I could live on the street. Either way I was going to be spreading my legs for darkies, so why not do it in comfort and luxury instead of in some filthy fleabag hotel. Oh Lance do you think that he ---- No; it's just to ---- to preposterous. Surly he didn't send those bad men? Did he?

Her fears were justified, but I couldn't tell her so. As gently as I could, because she was becoming ever more hysterical, I pushed her off balance. Straddling her small prone form I lowered my head. The first swipe of my pebbly tongue went across her cheek and over her ear leaving a slimy trail behind. I could have continued licking thus but that wasn't what I wanted. I wanted her to want and accept me as the alpha male in her life. I wanted her to throw her arms about me and look up into my face as I time and again licked every beautiful inch of her small petite body.

With infinite patience, and as if we were the only two creatures alive, I waited. Her face still turned from me, so softly that I had to prick my ears to understand, she muttered it's wrong but I do love him so. Slowly, ever so slowly she turned her face to mine and stuttered. Your the only one that truly loves me aren't you Lance? You would never intentionally do anything to hurt me. Not like my husband. In affirmation my tongue moved over her face glorying in the taste of her. The first couple of times I was careful to stay away from her lips, but the third time my tongue moved over her small face it lingered just long enough to prod ever so lightly against their puckered tightness.

Another long swipe over her face. Another lingering pause over her lips and this time they weren't so tightly puckered. By the seventh time that my tongue lightly lingered over her lips they parted and her cute little tongue flicked from between her teeth to stab at mine. As my tongue moved up and across her eyes her arms went about my neck and she buried her face into my hair. Because her face was pressed so tightly against my throat I almost didn't hear her softly murmur oh Lance you will protect me won't you? You won't let Jonathan make me their whore?

Naturally, because I couldn't, I didn't answer. For another minute she clung tightly to me then slowly her head fell back and she looked up into my hazel eyes as if willing me to speak. Lowering my head my tongue again stabbed out, this time directly at her slightly parted crimson lips. As my tongue touched her lips they opened. Without hesitation I pushed my tongue into her open accepting mouth. For several beats of my heart she simply let my tongue fill her mouth then her lips closed and she began to suck on my tongue.

The sensation was such that if I had been a two legged creature I would have ripped off her dress and fucked her brains out. Instead what I did was pull my tongue from her mouth and move downward soaking the front of her dress. Her arms loosened their death like hold about my neck as my tongue soaked her chest and the two bumps protruding from it. Soft funny sounds of what I assumed were pleasure issued from her mouth as she squirmed beneath me. The spell was broken though by the sudden unexpected pounding on the door and my masters angry voice.

Slithering out from under me she crawled toward the bed and huddled against it with legs drawn up and her arms about them as he screamed unlock the God damn door you fucking black cock slut. These niggers ain't ---- What else he might have said was cut off as something slammed heavily against the door and an angry voice hissed don't you ever call your betters niggers white boy. The sound of fist hitting flesh and the resulting cries of pain were the only sounds heard for several minutes and then a voice chuckled forget it bro's. Even of we'd of found the cunt satisfactory there's no way she could have earned enough to pay us back for what this piece of shit owes us.

I did not realize until total and utter silence filled the void that I had turned to the door and a low rumbling growl was vibrating in my throat. As the deathly silence stretched out and I was sure it wasn't simply a subterfuge, that the men had indeed left, I turned and slowly moved toward my mistress. As my large hairy body pressed against hers her arms again went about me and she buried her face into my ribs. Her hot breath ruffling my hair reawakened my arousal that had only moments earlier been slackened.

The head of my cock slipped further from its protective sheath lightly touching the exposed portion of her leg. A tingling, whether because of anticipation, desire, animal instinct, or a combination of all three I cared not, rippled through me. All I was certain of, and had been since guiding her up the stairs away from my master and the three black men, was that this night would herald the beginning of her new role. Though Nancy would continue to shelter and feed me she would no longer be my mistress, she would be my bitch.

Dropping my head between her bent knees without hesitating I pushed straight for the source of her nectar. As my muzzle pushed against her and my pebbly rough tongue licked repeatedly over her slightly moistened thin panties a stuttering gasp whooshed from between her lips. Her arms dropped from me only to return as I adjusted my stance to better get between her legs.  

For a second her fluttering hands weakly pushed against my head, then along with her fingers tightly gripping my ears her legs opened wider. Repeated soft simpers of oh Lance interrupted but did not lessen her increased ragged breathing. Her cute little bottom wiggled against the thick plush rug as she pulled me tighter to her. Slowly, as if she were fighting against the inevitable, she slid downward till her back was against the rug. With her dress now up over her hips I had a clear shot at the intended target and I took advantage of it.

Continuous soft whimpers of what I was sure was pleasure issued from her lips as my tongue lapped harder over her gossamer panties. Wider her legs opened. Tighter her fingers gripped my ears and pulled me to her. Her cute little buttocks previous slow undulations increased to almost frantic writhing as my tongue pushed harder against the ever increasing dampness of her almost nonexistent panties. Intangible soft mutterings issued from her lips yet occasionally with the musically pleasing sound like that of a tingling ceramic bell she clearly hissed my name.

Like a puppy eager to please I danced around her, my now fully extended ten plus inch cock occasionally brushing across her pretty face. The smell, the diluted taste of her was almost more then I could take. Baring my teeth I nipped at the whisper thin material keeping me from that which I sought, but her squirming hips prevented me from gaining purchase. A low rumbling growl of frustration began to well from my heaving chest but it turned into a yip of surprise as her lips closed over the pointed knob of my cock.

My lack of success to get through her panties was temporally forgotten as along with the warm wet moistness of her mouth encasing the head of my dick her fingers lightly fluttered over the remaining nine inches of exposed purplish flesh. For an innumerable number of rapid beats of my heart I stood shivering in glorious bliss as her lips, with every up and down movement, slid ever further up my twitching length. Not until together with gagging sounds coming from beneath me as well as Nancy's small hands shoving franticly against my belly did I realize that I had almost lain down on her.

Along with forcing myself upright I shifted position so that I was no longer astraddle her but between her legs before again lowering my head. Baring my incisors I nipped at, and against all odds trapped the whisper thin material of her panties between my teeth. The sound of ripping cloth greeted the savage shake of my head as the sheer material easily separated. The heady scent that wafted up from between her legs and slammed into my nostrils was as intoxicating to me as the alcohol my master and the black men had been consuming.

Greedily, as if my tongue hadn't touched nourishment in days, my tongue delved into the sweet nectar emitting from between her legs. A garbled screech issued from her lips and her hips jerked from the floor pushing her slit against my muzzle as my tongue slathered over and into her. Her fingers tightly grasped my ears holding my muzzle to her as she bucked and twisted in ecstatic pleasure. Minutes later along with repeatedly screeching out my name her small body convulsed violently.

As she lay silent, yet continuing to shudder, I lifted my head from her. Backing from between her legs I shifted about so that my head hung over her chest. A second later my teeth closed on her dress and moments later it like her panties earlier was in tatters. Pushing my muzzle beneath the small of her back I both pushed and lifted and a moment later managed to roll her over onto her belly. I tried to get my muzzle between her belly and the rug in an effort to raise her hips but failed.

Frustrated, I danced over and around her before moving up between her slightly parted legs. As I did so a low moan escaped her lips as if she were awakening from a deep sleep. Her head twisted around to look back at me. For several moments our eyes met then of her own accord she pulled her legs beneath her raising her perky tight bottom into the air. Together with opening her legs a little wider she wiggled her buttocks. Without hesitation I mounted her but my weight was to great for her and she collapsed beneath me.

Twice more we tried and failed to couple, and the frustration of each of us was becoming apparent. Climbing to her feet she fell onto her back atop the bed. With the lower half of her body hanging off the edge she opened her legs and softly whispered come Lance come to mommy. Moving between her splayed legs I rose up only to let my front paws fall to either side of her chest. Pushing her hands down between us she grabbed my long thick cock.

All the while her delicate fingers squeezed and stroked my hardness she softly murmured your sooooo bigggggg. You will be gentle won't you Lance. You won't hurt mommy. It was as if my haunches were on fire and try as I might I could not keep from dancing about in my eagerness to hump her. Her soft voice was like a soothing balm as together with guiding me to her she lightly laughed easy Lance, easy. But I had no control, for she had long ago driven me past any that I might have had. Every pore of my being was fixated on copulation, and when the head of my cock touched her my hips drove forward sending better then half of my thick angry crimson cock into her.

As I buried myself in her a long drawn out gurgling groan burst from her lips and her body stiffened. Had she lost consciousness and if so did it really make any difference? After all she was my bitch, and awake or not I was going to breed her. Pictures of her with swollen belly, of her lovingly, tenderly nursing our puppies flickered through my brain as after drawing back I again rapidly and forcefully thrust into her. Again, and again, and yet again, with the forceful rapidity of a pile driver I pushed into her without cessation. And with each push another inch of my cock felt the tight clinging warmth of her cunt.

Slobber fell from my madly panting jowls to land like raindrops on her rapidly rising and falling chest. Without pausing in my instinctive urge to bury every inch of my member into her my head lowered to her chest and my sandpaper like tongue licked over her breast. When it was that I became aware that her fingers were tightly gripping my haunches and that her legs had encircled me I'm not certain. Perhaps it was when I also became aware of her softly crooning voice repeatedly urging me to fuck mommy. To fuck mommy hard.

The ache in my scrotum was both like it was on fire and at the same time being squeezed in a vise. My hind legs were moving about so frantically as I humped into her, that if her legs hadn't been wrapped about me I would have climbed clear over her. With each frantic lunge forward my almost orange size knot slammed against her cunt lips. I could feel my cum bubbling, wanting to get out. With a last mad dancing, twisting, lunge forward the resistance that had been keeping my knot from entering her gave way.

Every muscle in her small body tensed and a shrill gurgling stuttering wail erupted from her throat. A minute, two minutes, a lifetime, and though still she didn't move as my knot moved within her her the stuttering wail that had burst from her soon became repeated soft oohs, umps, and yeses. Then slowly, together with her legs tightening even harder about me, she began to undulate and push against me. Her otherwise musical voice rose to near hysteria as she repeatedly shrieked oh God Lance fuck mommy. Fuck mommy good. Make mommy your bitch.

But even as she began to move faster against me I froze and my cum burst from my nuts in a torrent so forceful it was as if I were pissing. For a split second as my cum flooded into her she again tensed, then with squeals of oh God, oh God, oh Godddddddddd she shuddered uncontrollably. Seconds later and even before she quit shuddering I was again driving madly into her. Minutes later as my cock repeatedly slammed into her womb she again began moving against me trying to meet each rapid thrust.

Repeated stuttering whimpers of fuck me Lance, fuck your bitch hissed from her lips as shudder after shudder rippled through her. Her willing acceptance of me as her lover, her acknowledgement of her role slammed into my brain with the force of a sledgehammer making all but was happening at that moment mote and insubstantial. The hot clinging moistness, the rippling of her cuntial muscles as they massaged, caressed and milked my cock was beyond belief.

Though it was probably only minutes it seemed like hours before once again my cum flowed like a raging river into her willing accepting womb. Several thudding heartbeats later I tried to back away but we were locked together. A single soft word wormed from my brain. Patience. If I had been human, a contented sigh would have escaped my lips as I collapsed atop her. As it was I instead lowered my salivating jowls and licked her glistening sweaty flesh. That I concentrated on her tits and the little nubs centered thereon was a given, for instinct told me that next to me licking her between her legs she liked that best.

Her soft contented sighs as well as her squirming response to my administrations understandably did little to shrink my knot. Long innumerable minutes later, despite her soft whimpering pleas to the contrary, as well as her best efforts to prolong our coupling, I did manage to pull free. Hardly had all four of my feet hit the floor then I pushed my muzzle to her cunt. Like a drunkard consuming alcohol, I eagerly lapped up the cum, which, because it was no longer constrained by my knot, flowing freely from her.

Three more times that night I bred her. And with each breeding her acknowledgement of being my bitch came ever more readily from her lips. When at last we slept it was with her snuggled against my back and her small hand resting lightly on my scrotum. Hours later I was awakened by the feel of her lips upon my growing hardness. As her hot moist mouth lovingly suckled her delicate fingers stroked and pulled at my lengthening cock. Minutes later with her fingers tightly about my cock just in front of my growing knot I filled her mouth and throat with my hot thick spunk.

I honestly believe that in the next moment, if not for the light knock on the door and the maid asking if she could enter, I would have been knot deep in my beautiful bitches cunt. A heart beat later even as my bitch was wiping all traces of my discharge from her pretty face and licking her fingers clean the key turned in the lock and the maid entered. It was then, even as she covered her nakedness, that she was informed that the master had left late last night with the gentlemen and was returning to Atlanta.

Later, after she had eaten and bathed, oblivious to the fact that I understood every word, she held several dresses up asking which I wanted her to wear. That I woofed and wildly wagged my tail when she held up a diaphanous stretch lace gown with cascading sheer ruffles, which because of its design would have been no barrier or caused any difficulty in my pressing my muzzle to her made her laugh.

Telling me what a dirty boy I was she ruffled the hair between my ears then getting down on her knees and wrapping her arms about me she husked that if I was a good boy, maybe, just maybe she would wear it for me that evening. With the exception of when I pushed my head beneath her dress and licked her panties as she, trying to act as if nothing was happening, tried to eat dinner, I was real good. Hardly had she finished then together with professing a headache and saying she was retiring for the night she dismissed the servants.

Less then fifteen minutes later when she came out of the bathroom, it was not the diaphanous stretch lace gown that I had liked so much that she was wearing. It was a jewel blue, open front ultra sheer chemise, and she wasn't wearing panties. Tongue lolling and panting heavily I danced around like an eager puppy that was being offered a treat. Her light lilting laughter acknowledging my eagerness was like music to my ears.

But it was her light feathery touch over my belly and scrotum, followed only a heartbeat later by her slim fingers encircling, massaging my ever lengthening cock while softly murmuring does Lance want to fuck mommy. Does he want to fuck his bitch and fill her nasty pussy with his doggie spunk that once and for all, and forever, acknowledged and affirmed me as the alpha male in her life and she as my bitch.

How it was that I managed not to rip the sheer flimsy garment to shreds when my sandpaper rough tongue and teeth playfully tortured her breast and later when I had mounted her after she had pushed pillows beneath her for support neither of us knew. As it was, what with all my slobber on it, it was as wet as if she had just washed it.

I was to soon learn that she preferred to lay on her back looking up at me as with arms and legs tightly about me she tried to meet my every hard thrust. At first it was awkward for me to breed her that way. But because she liked the feel of my large hairy body atop hers, and because I gloried in the feel of her soft lips raining kisses on my face in between whispered words of endearment as I powerfully thrust into her, it soon became as natural and pleasurable, perhaps even more so, as the normal manner in which one breeds his bitch. Still though, her discovery of the pillows stood her in good steed in the weeks and months that followed.

As for her husband, well she never saw him again. At least not alive. His body was discovered in an alley only days after his return to Atlanta. The police said that his untimely demise was a mugging that had gone bad. Yet they were at a loss to explain why he was beaten to a pulp before being shot in the head.

Oh, as for the puppies. Well, as of yet she hasn't presented me with any. Some bitches are just hard to impregnate I guess. Still though, every time she willingly comes to me, and with each wanton breeding of her, I'm still hoping she'll give them to me. Maybe I should start breeding her six times a day instead of just five....             

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