His Pet

He slammed the front door shut and swung his key ring around his index finger, humming the song that had been playing on the radio last. She sat shivering in the living room, curled up on her cushion, staring longingly at the sliver of sunlight that came through the window, too far from her leash’s boundaries. He tossed the keys onto the kitchen table and sauntered into the living room, his work boots tapping the ground softly. The overnight rain had turned the work site into a muddy hole and it had coated his legs to the tops of his knees, now dry and dusting off. He had grime under his nails and his t-shirt bore fingermarks and stains. She crawled onto her hands and knees as he approached and watched as he brushed his mud streaked face.

“Are you hungry, pet?” he asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

She arched her back and opened her mouth, letting her tongue loll. Her master knew that she was always hungry and would never refuse being fed.

He made an approving noise from the back of his throat and petted her hair, stroking it for a moment, before threading his fingers through it and pulling her over to the sofa. After making her sit as his feet, he unbuckled his jeans and allowed them to drop past his knees before sitting down. His cock was barely erect at all but when she pushed her breasts against his knees, it twitched. She pushed herself between his legs and lowered her mouth to his dick, lapping at it with her moist tongue. He shuddered as she began to place sucking kisses along the shaft and stroked her head gently, making encouraging sounds.

He smelt like sweat and dirt and as he got excited, the smell only got worse. She worked saliva into her mouth and lubricated his cock, licking the full length and blowing gently on his balls. When she circled her lips around the tip of his cock, his hand tightened in her hair and she sucked softly, running her tongue across his slit and pressing against it. He moaned and his pole hardened, pushing into her mouth. She began to move back and forth, only about an inch, but sucking harder. His hips flexed, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, and she accommodated him, careful not to let her teeth graze his sensitive flesh. She sucked as hard as she could up his length and released him with a pop of suction.

He was fully erect now, a thick eight inches, and the head of his dick was an angry pink. With a slight pressure on the back of her head, he brought her back down, forcing her lips to part and intake his cock. She swirled the head and bobbed up and down, this time working her way down to about four inches before he hit the back of her throat. He grunted and groaned, his hips jerking reflexively when she hit a particularly sensitive spot, and his breath deepened. Usually at this point she knew to take more of him in but he gripped her hair painfully and pulled her off him, pushing her away.

He casually stroked his cock and patted his thigh with his free hand. “Up!” he commanded.

She scrambled up onto the couch, sitting on her knees beside him. She knew he wasn’t about to fuck her because the only way he took her was from behind while she rested her weight on all fours. He pulled her down, pressing her head against his thigh, and scratched behind her ears. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting her to finish him off which confused her. She squirmed her hips, uncomfortable with lying there as he pumped himself by her head. But she quickly stilled when he reached over her and smacked her bare ass. The sting made her pant.

“Here girl,” he said in a high tone, turning her head and sticking his cock against her mouth. She opened as wide as she could as he fisted himself, going so fast his hand was a blur. He breathed in short bursts and groaned loudly as the first spurt of cum landed in her mouth. She waited until he was finished before swallowing and licking his head clean.

He patted her neck and moved down to her shoulders as he caught his breath. His fingers slipped under the collar around her neck and scratched lightly, a pleasant feeling against the irritated skin. She wanted to rub her head against his leg but didn’t dare move in case he was unhappy with her again. He got up slowly and carefully stepped over her leash, leaving the room. She curled up again, enjoying the comfort of the springs and soft cushions since he’d given her permission to be on the couch. Her own cushion was fur-covered but was hard and lumpy from age and wear. She sniffed the air, smelling the remnants of cum and earth, and stared at the chunks of dried mud he’d tracked in on the floorboards.

She was dozing fitfully when he returned and lifted her head as he strode purposefully toward her. With a quick tug of her leash, he toppled her from the couch and she scrabbled on the floor, pushing herself up onto all fours. He untied it from the hook on the wall and pulled her along through the house and out the backdoor. She crawled uncomfortably over the wet grass as he yanked her across the lawn to the pen, wondering what she’d done wrong. But after he removed her leash while they were in the pen and stroked her across her back, she smiled and pressed her face against his leg, glad that he wasn’t angry at her.

He left, shutting the pen behind him, and returned to the house. She crawled over the dirt and hay to where an old mattress had been placed. It was moist, even though it was underneath the above shelter, but it was soft so she lay across it, stretching herself out. The reason for her exile from the house became clear when she began to hear the slap of flesh and the high pitched moans of a particularly vocal girl. The sound echoed in the barren area and she shivered, pressing her breasts against the chilly mattress. When she could hear him grunting loudly with every slap of flesh, she knew he was close and the girl screamed shrilly as she came.

Not too long after, the backdoor swung open and she saw him stand out onto the porch, naked. He lit a cigarette and took a deep pull, running his hand through his sweat soaked hair. She whimpered when she felt his eyes on her, her clit throbbing with need after hearing the sounds of his fucking. He flicked the cig onto the grass where it flickered out and stalked back inside. Twice more during the night, he fucked the squealing girl, each time waking her up and turning her on. The girl’s voice grew hoarser by the end, her moaning breathier. Her final climax was gargled and mixed with several amazed expletives.

The sun was rising when she heard a car peel out of the driveway and once again he came outside for another cigarette, his dick hanging between his thighs. Coming four times in twenty four hours was a feat in itself and she doubted her sexual ache would be sated at all today.

Once he’d finished his smoke, he put it out and strode over to her pen, opening the gate and entering. She pulled herself up onto her hands and knees and waited patiently as he patted her all over. He gave her ass several light taps and felt the soaking wetness of her pussy. He patted her a few times again and hooked the leash back onto her collar. He allowed her to follow him, giving the leash some slack, and when he tied her back in the living room, he placed two fresh bowls of food in front of her along with a bowl of water. She’d had plenty of water outside so instead she attacked the food, her breasts brushing  the cool floor and she bent her head down to pick up food in her mouth.

When he came back to take away the empty bowls, he was wearing sweatpants which meant that it was even less likely that he’d fuck her any time soon. He sat on the couch and switched on the news, patting his leg to signal that she was allowed up. She hopped onto the couch eagerly and rested her head on his warm leg. He ran his fingers through her hair and then gently massaged her neck, most of his attention on the television screen. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged further down her back, coming across to her shoulders and then down her side, brushing her breasts. She rolled slightly and, even though he was now aware where his hands had moved, he indulged her and palmed her breast, squeezing it softly and then releasing. Her breathing began to quicken and when she let out a breathy moan he slapped her breast lightly in warning.

She bit her lips as he continued, rolling her nipple between his fingers and plucking lightly. When something particularly interesting came on, his attention left her and he simply rested his hand on her breast. When the news was over, he looked down at her and tsked when he saw the she was practically dripping onto the sofa. He pulled her off and sat her by her cushion, pushing her head down. She sat in position until he left the room, squirming at the discomfort of her throbbing sex.

When he returned to the room, he was holding a container that made her bite down hard on her lip. He opened the lid and scooped out a large chunk of the mixture inside. He pushed her over so that her butt was in the air with his clean hand and then swiped the cream over her ass and pussy, spreading it around and even pressing his fingers into her pussy to get some inside her. The touch of his hand made her shake but the fear of what was to come had her horniness depleting.

He pulled her outside again, releasing her in her cage and then walked around the farm to the front. She could hear the yips of welcome from the pups and the stronger barks from the male adults and the bitches. She shivered at the sound and crouched in the corner of her pen as he came back with a large Rottweiler on leash. The dog sniffed the air and snarled at her, straining suddenly on the restraint. He tied the brute to a pole outside the pen and went back inside for a moment.

She watched as the ferocious animal leapt against the link fence of her pen, pressing against it in an attempt to get to her. As it leapt up, she could see the small pink tip of his cock poking out, already preparing for what he smelt. She shivered and nearly cried out when her master appeared again holding a shorter leash. When he opened the gate, the dog charged, making her jump and squeal, only to be caught by his leash. It growled and strained forward once more. Its cock was loose and pointed toward the ground.

The master put the new leash on her and tied it to a pole that held up her pen, petting her shaking head.

“I can’t have you in heat around the house, girl,” he said sweetly, stroking her one last time before backing up. He untied the brute’s leash and held fast when the animal would have rushed her. Reaching down, he held onto its collar and unhooked the leash. She gulped at the fire she saw in its eyes and flinched when her master let go.

The dog was on her at once and she barely registered her master shutting the pen door. She pushed her body against the fence and winced when the dog clambered onto her side, humping against her hip. Its claws scraped over her back as it pushed down again and sniffed her body hungrily. Its cold nose ran along her hip and down to where her master had spread the ointment. It gave one long lick up her pussy and along her asshole, its raspy tongue sending bolts of pleasure through her as it caught her clit. The brute lapped at her a few more times, its tongue pushing into her pussy occasionally, and then it tried to mount her again.

This time she crawled out of the way, not wanting to be fucked by this aggressive dog. The dog growled, following her movement with its hind legs at first and then jumping down and stalking her. When she stopped moving, the dog leapt up again and managed to hump her a few times before she twisted away. She now noticed that its cock was shooting precum and was desperate not to let him win. The animal growled again and this time when he mounted her, he got his whole body weight on her back, making her arch beneath him.

This put her pussy in prime position and his first thrust pushed the point of his dick into her. He gripped her tight with his front paws and used all his power to pummel his cock deep into her, pressing his body into her back to hold her still. She made a choked sound as the air rushed out of her lungs at his force and she collapsed onto her elbows. Her pussy had been working up to a sopping wetness but the dog’s cock was big enough that the first few thrusts were a tight squeeze and slightly rough. Its back legs scrabbled against her like it was trying to crawl inside her and then the dog began to work a rhythm, faster than any man could. Her breasts bounced and swayed, brushing the hay beneath her.

Its precum made her pussy slippery enough that the friction of his jackhammering was minimal. The dog was panting loudly above her head and the squelching of its cock banging into her pussy echoed across the lawn. She winced as she felt a knot begin to form at the base of his dick, slipping in and out of her until it was too big to fit in her at all. That didn’t stop him from trying to ram it in and this made the fucking all the more painful. She tried to get away again but couldn’t even get herself onto all fours. The dog’s fur brushed over her back and its claws dug into her inner thighs to keep her still. The mutt made a deep growling sound and slammed into her harder.

Its cock slid deep into her, finishing with a hard jolt as the brute tried to knot with her. Once it realized he was still outside her body, he pulled all the way back and tried again, his cock feeling over ten inches and gave her the sensation that he was fucking her all the way to her stomach. It humped her as hard as it could and finally, with the combination of pulling her towards him with his front paws and pushing into her with his hind legs and muscular hips, he sank his knot past the tight entrance of her pussy and shoved it as deep as he could inside her. Its hips continued to jerk as its mind was overwhelmed with the need to breed his bitch.

The feeling of his hot cum flushing into her womb made her shudder with peculiar pleasure, her clit throbbing for the first time since the mating had begun. The pressure of the flowing cum and hard knot making her feel unimaginably stuffed and the brute’s panting made his fur brush against her now sensitive skin. She moaned as it pulled its claws out of her skin and pushed himself off her back. Still knotted to her, the dog lifted its leg over her and turned to face the other way, the movement and the motion inside her making her tremble and moan.

The knot deflated slowly, leaving her with a popping sound as her pussy tried to suck it back in. her hips twitched as shots of electricity ran through her nerves and she remained where she was, desperately needing to be fucked again and at the same time feeling so brutally used that she never wanted to another cock in her pussy. Trickles of his cum ran out of her, over her clit, making her moan again. The brute lapped at her pussy, trying to block the semen from exiting her body. She let out a cry of pleasure as the roughness of his tongue brought her right to the edge of orgasm and his final swipe did it. She shuddered and flopped to her side, moaning loudly as she climaxed hard. The brute licked her sensitive slit a few more times, making her jerk and twitch, before retreating to her mattress and cleaning his cock.

She breathed deeply and registered how disgusting she felt; her back slightly wet from the dog’s drool, her sides stinging and throbbing from its claws and her pussy aching from being pounded. Her legs were sticky from all the precum and cum he released and her elbows and knees were covered in dirt. But she couldn’t bring herself to move and breathed hard as she lay there on her side, like the sated bitch that she was.

She had no way of telling the time besides the sun’s motion across the sky but it felt like hours that she lay there before her master came for her. She rose onto trembling fours walked as far as she could before the leash cut her off, trying to get to the gate. The brute behind her raised his head at her movement but didn’t seem bothered to keep her with him. It wagged its tail when the master opened the gate but rested its head once more and watched as he untied the leash and pulled her towards the house.

She struggled to push herself up the steps and he yanked her a few times as she couldn’t keep up with his pace. The collar squeezed her neck and cut off her air, giving her a few panicked seconds of breathlessness. Impatiently, he waited for her to move again and led her to the bathroom and into the shower stall. He rolled up his sweats and then pulled off the shower head and turned on the water full blast, not waiting for it to heat up.

She yelped as the spray hit her and spattered over her bruised body; cum, dirt and a small amount of blood washing down the drain. Her breathing deepened as the water heated and her aches eased. She closed her eyes tiredly when he turned off the stream and began to soap her body, his hands leaving no place untouched. The gentle pressure of his fingertips on her breasts, stomach and clit worked her up, making her pussy throb despite the soreness of her tunnel. He shampooed her hair, keeping the foam out of her eyes and then rinsed her clean.

As he took her out of the stall and onto the bath mat, she noticed the bulge in his sweatpants and instantly became wetter, practically moaning for him to take her. His toweling was rough and she but her lip to not moan as he gripped her breasts and massaged them through the material. He spent extra time kneading her ass and her sore thighs and then gently fingered her pussy, testing the wetness. He tutted softly when his digit slipped easily in and out and she shuddered.

He threw the towel into the corner of the bathroom and then washed his hands, glaring down at her. She trembled, silently pleading for him to keep her away from the pen for now. He sighed and pulled on her collar to get her moving before clicking his fingers and pointing to his side. She heeled and walked next to him towards his bedroom.

The room stank like sex and she wrinkled her nose but continued to follow him. When they reached the bed, he lifted her up under her arms and rested her upper body over the corner of the bed. He then positioned himself behind her and raised her upward until her pussy was level with his hips. She braced herself on her elbows and heard him push down his sweats.

He lined himself up and thrust fully into her, sheathing her sopping pussy with a slap as his stomach hit her backside. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her as the tip of his cock tickled her cervix and as he removed his cock completely from her, he dealt her a hard slap to the backside, hard enough that the pain overrode the pleasure momentarily and with his next thrust all she could feel was her stinging skin, the bruising of her already pummeled pussy and the ache of her knees.

He pulled out slowly again and lined himself up before pounding hard. His balls swung forward to slap against her clit and she was once again focused on her master’s loving. He began to piston in and out of her, his thick cock creating a great amount of friction and she began to burn for him, panting in delight. Each of his poundings ended in a hard slap, sending her forward until her elbows could no longer support her and he was slamming her face into the covers.

The deep in stroke of his shaft was felt every inch of the way and she whimpered as he withdrew. He began random rhythms, keeping her off guard; sometimes hammering into her like the brute had, taking her breath and slapping her clit into a throbbing, heated need-button. Other times he went slow, drawing out her pleasure, making her feel every inch of his large cock, declaring his ownership of her by making her understand exactly what she belonged to.

His staying power was momentous and she rolled right through her first and second orgasms without him even showing signs of slowing down. She panted deeply as his hands pulled her towards him, making him impale her with more force. She could no longer hold herself up and he had no issues with picking up the slack. His cock ground into her and he used one hand on her collar to keep her from smothering herself into the mattress.

Finally, he began to grunt with an approaching climax and gave a few hard thrusts to finish himself, spraying a small amount of cum into her. She groaned as he pulled out of her and lay limply half-on and half-off his bed. She’d had another orgasm rising and it throbbed as he pulled up his sweats. He seemed to understand though and she felt his calloused fingers pinch and rub against her clit. She gasped and trembled as the pleasure hit her and barely registered him lifting her up so that she lay across the end of the bed.

When she finally came back to awareness, she felt his feet nudging her stomach through the bed covers and she moved away, curling up in a corner of the bed and almost instantly fell asleep.