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*This story is one of a more...special nature. Some of you are going to love it. Others are going to love it even more. If you love dogs and have no quarrels with bitchy bitches, then you will positively adore this little piece. Commissioned by a man who prefers to have his identity veiled in the shadow, the story follows a young star with a promising career who does nothing but cause troubles. Selfish, overbearing and overemotional, this brat thinks he's entitled to everything until he meets his match: a charming bitch with a shining black coat, wickedly wet tongue. and a taste for long, repeated copulations. *

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The car stopped in front of a sea of assholes.

"We're here, sir."

John Cool pretended not to hear. He scratched his neck, looked in the rear mirror, and tidied his shirt.

"Sir?"

"Keep the sir to yourself, square face," John scoffed. He hated to be called high names, even if he deserved them all.

With a confident grip, he grabbed the car's door, opened it, then placed one expensive shoe on the ground.

Voices burst all around him. John expected this. No star could sail through the sky without an army of phonies and wannabe's. Fans, they called themselves. John saw them like roaches, blindly scurrying after the scraps left behind by the owner of the house.

Today, that man was him. John owned everything, from the sweaty reporters shoving their microphones and cameras into his face to the very ground they treaded upon.

"I'm not answering shit. Just back the fuck off."

Like they ever listened. The reporters pressed on, one shouting louder than the other.

"Mr John, can you tell us why you decided to fund this charitable event?"

"Are animals a part of your life?"

"Are you a dog person, mr John?"

John poked his guards. They spread on either side, pushing the annoying reporters away.

"I'm not giving any freebies! Get that through your thick skulls!"John pressed his jaws and pressed on. He endured the noise, the spit, and the spite that came with the job until he walked through the double glass doors.

He sighed and massaged his temples At last, a moment of silence.

"Rob, go ahead and see if there's more of those pesky reporters hiding there," John pointed towards the other exit.

Rob shrugged. "TV crews aren't allowed inside the courtyard."

John narrowed his eyes with irritation. "It wasn't a suggestion, Rob. Go, or I will find somebody else to fill this suit."

Rob left, though not without incidents. He got a shove from his master to speed up those slow steps of his.. Bunch of useless roaches, they were, feeding on his wealth and fortune until their suits threatened to explode. Rob got so fat, it was a wonder how his body held all that blubber together.

"Square face!"

"Yes?" the other guard with a cleft for a chin and a shield for a face inquired.

"You go and take care of the formalities. I don't want to sign propaganda shit until my wrist breaks."

"But Sir-"

John sighed in disbelief. "Will the boogeyman rape me? Just freaking go!"

Square-face too left.

John closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and thanked whatever gods were watching for their benevolence. Being treated like a child was exhausting. Do this, do that, go there, sign this. Where was the peace and freedom of youth? John tried to find the answer. He walked around the empty hallway, listening to the clacks of his expensive shoes. He bought the building. Everything around him was his. The decorated walls, the paintings hung on them, even the blue rugs on the ground. Wealth had a way of providing such things.

What John couldn't buy was a better image for himself. The crowd hated and despised him. Twitter boomed with harsh insults, facebook was a haven for trolls, and even walking down the street was impossible without some random dickhead spewing his rage.

"Fuck them all," John whispered to himself. "I don't need them. I don't need anybody."

He held on to that thought until the courtyard was ready to receive him. John summoned his guards with a sharp whistle, then strode towards the gardens. They seemed a quiet and serene place until the glass doors closed behind him.

"The heck is this?" John's eyes went from one dog to the other. There were tens of them. No. Hundreds of pooches walking about, tails flailing, swishing, or limp against their fuzzy butts.

"It's the dog pound you sponsored, Sir," Square-face stated the obvious.

"Dog pound...yeah. I expected a few fuzzy retards, but I'm sure as hell I didn't sponsor this shit!"

His rant attracted unwanted attention. A few people stopped, hands held before their mouths.

"Is this what you want, John? More negative attention?" Rob whispered.

"How is this my fault?" John hissed back. "People should freaking mind their own business."

"Not when you become obnoxiously loud."

"I didn't scream!"

"John, try to keep your voice-"

John sunk his hand into Rob's fat, sweaty neck. "You don't tell me what to do, bitch. Got that?" he slapped his head twice. "Is this sinking in?"

Square-face grabbed his arm. John shoved himself free and lunged ahead. He bumped into another fatass, cursed the man's improper timing, and steadied his feet.

"Shity event. I shouldn't have funded it. Shouldn't be here with all this...this....gah!"

Even ranting failed to disperse the anger swallowing his thoughts. John took a deep breath, looked ahead, and walked. People surrounded him. Some wanted to talk, others inquired about random nonsense. Dogs too closed in from all sides. Even the fucking pooches wanted something from him!

John kicked at the curious noses that sniffed around his legs. He sent a few dogs retreating in a burst of yelps and whines to the aristocratic hands that held them. The elderly men mumbled and whispered, shocked by such unlawful behavior.

John didn't care. He was used to be hated and despised. After all, gossip couldn't be worse than a garden packed with dogs of all shapes and sizes. Obnoxious animals, they were. Sniffing, licking, and tasting their butts while being louder than a hooker on crack.

John had enough. He pushed his way through the crowd, eyes fixed on the stage ahead.

"Yo, fossil. I need your mike."

The old man looked at him, wide eyed. His tried to say something between his trembling lips, but the twitching was far too intense.

"Yo!"

The old man frowned in confusion.

John lost his patience. He strode ahead, grabbed the microphone's pole, and pushed the old clod away. The man gasped and stumbled back, awestruck by the youth's harsh attitude.

"And stay there," he growled.

The crowd muttered something. John ignored them, focused on the unresponsive microphone.

"Does this thing freaking work?" he tapped the damn thing twice. Loud blaring filled the courtyard. John hit, slapped, and pressed every button until the noise of the microphone dimmed. People still talked, pointing fingers and talking names.

"Can we have a bit of silence please?"

The crowd still talked and whispered among themselves while the dogs kept barking and yapping.

"Shut your mutts, will ya? I'm trying to talk here."

A group of women left, taking their poodles with them. Fucking bitches did not even wait for his speech. John rolled his eyes and waved them goodbye, hardly resisting the urge to give them the finger.

"Yeah, go. Have a good riddance. Don't let the door hit you on your way out."

More gasps followed.

"I didn't forget you," John waved at the crowd. "In fact, I'm glad you came to eat my food and take my money. Seriously, I'm impressed."

The muttering intensified. Two men worked their way through the crowd. John grabbed the microphone and stepped back. He only had a few seconds to make this right.

"Am I a good guy? What do your enlightened minds think?"

No discernable words left the crowd.

"Speak louder!" John shouted.

"You're a blessing to us, John!" A woman's scream pierced the whining of the mutts.

"No shit," he scoffed. "I funded this crap to have your bony asses come here, but I'm not the good guy. Take your dogs, take your drinks and whatever, and leave. I'm done with this crap."

John's guards vaulted onto the stage and gripped him from both sides.

"That's enough."

"I say when enough is enough, you fatass."

"Do you want the people to hate you more?" Square-face pressed.

"I don't care what they think!" John pointed around the crowd. "They're all a bunch of morons coming here for my money!"

"They came because you invited them!" Square-face rasped. "Now keep silent and follow the protocol. It will all be over soon."

John gritted his teeth and groaned. He hated to be proven wrong by some witless guard. He looked around, calculating the many ways to free himself until a grumble distracted him.

"Don't try anything funny."

"Or what?"

"They'll see."

"Who the fuck are you talking about?" John asked.

Rob pointed at the group policemen that just walked through the door. Authority has always been John's biggest pain in the ass. They followed outdated principles, and clung to dead beliefs. John wanted to be different, and all he got in return were tickets and prison threats.

This seemed to be his lucky day. One of those nifty clad officers detached from his squad, walking straight onwards him.

"Mr Cool."

"Mr Mustache."

The policeman smiled and looked at Rob.

"Is he behaving?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

The officer met John's gaze. "No more outbursts, understand?"

John wanted to say a few things about his face, but he nodded his head and kept silent.

"Good boy."

The policeman departed.

"Smug prick. I can have all of these dogs rape his fat ass with a single word."

"And then what?" Rob asked.

Go to prison. Have a thick cock lodged inside his ass. Scream. The possibilities were many, one scarier than the other.

"I'll just have to wait and see," John said and waved towards the dogs. "I want those pooches gone. When is this shit getting started anyway?"

Square-face patted his shoulder. John turned, eyes fixed on the stage. The old clod opened his twitching mouth, welcoming everyone to the first bla bla bla titles titles boring crap. John had better things to occupy himself with than listening to the words of a living relic.

For example girls. He looked around for booties, smiling at the devious thoughts passing through his mind. A blonde even smiled back. She bit her lip suggestively, hand sliding along her thigh until it met her plump ass.

John switched his weight from one leg to the other. He was getting uncomfortably stiff within his jeans. Getting a boner in public was even more embarrassing than being an asshole. Cool scratched a muscled arm, blew a kiss towards the kinky lady, then switched his attention towards the pooches. Few animals were more revolting than dogs. They drooled, ran through the messiest parts of the city, and licked their junk without any shame. One of the german shepherd males was so into it that his lipstick poked out.

"Fucking gross."

"What's that?" Square-face inquired.

"Your face. Resume your guard duty or something," John shot back.

He was never bothered by that stupid oaf until the event had been officially opened. Every idiot and his mother rushed toward the stage to present their dogs. John saw all breeds and sizes. Males, females, big ones, small ones, long ones. They all made him yawn. Dogs were such bland, boring creatures.

He prepared to turn around and leave, until a big black barked. John's eyes settled on it. He never saw that breed before. Its coat was dense and shiny, flowing along the animal's body until it reached otssilky tail. Muscular flanks undulated with each step, causing her pink folds to rub against one another. A translucent sheen covered them, glistening once the sun fell when her tail swished to the side.

"She's freaking wet!"

"What you on about?" Square-face asked.

"Nothing," John said, following the black bitch as she slowly made her way onto the stage. The other pooches slowly retreated. It was as if her mere presence pushed them back.

"What breed is that?"

"Which one?"

"The big black, you dork." John said.

"I've no idea," Square-face shook his head.

Like he ever did. John kept staring at the bitch. He didn't know why his eyes felt attracted to her. She looked better than an ordinary dog, sure, but she was still an animal.

An animal with sleek legs, perfectly shaped ears, and two honey colored eyes to envy. John gasped when the bitch matched his gaze. Her eyes shone with peculiar intensity. They had a warmth to them, a tingling feeling that seeped deep into his flesh. The bitch licked her muzzle and panted. Why did her tongue look so nice and wet? Why were her fangs so beautiful?

John blinked. Was he seriously admiring a dog? He shook his head off that nonsense and broke away from the black bitch.

He didn't last long. John looked at the trees, the crowd, then sought a few tasty women. To no avail. Every female seemed a lot uglier than before, with small, pointy tits and bony asses that could chop a man's dick in half.

Everyone was ugly except his bitch. She was there, on the stage, looking straight at him.

"That dog..."

"Which one again?"

"The big black," John said, surprising the guard with his soft voice. "What breed is she again?"

"I don't know. Told you before."

"Whatever. She's unlike the others."

"In what way?"

"I can't say," John went from her oozing nose to the tip of her fluffy tail and pressed his legs together. "She's just...catchy, you know?"

"It's a dog. What tells you she's even female?"

"I saw," John licked his lips as his eyes ventured towards her flanks, and the wet folds hiding beneath. "Oh yes...I saw."

"Saw what?"

"Her snatch," John looked at that ugly mug of a man. "She was wet. Dripping with desire."

He scoffed. "Bullshit. Dogs can't get wet."

"That one can," John pointed at the big black.

The bitch barked, surprising everyone on the stage.

"See that? She wants me." John walked ahead, and Square-face followed.

"Boss. You freaking hate dogs!"

"I don't know," John looked over his shoulder. "Something tells me I'm going to love this one."

John walked right in front of the stage and waited there with his bitch. She did all sorts of cute gestures, making him smile in the process. The crowd disapproved and some even insulted John's distracting voice, but he did not relent. Even when the event ended and the crowd got off the stage, he remained there, smiling at his bitch.

"Riley?" Her owner gently tugged on the black leather leash.

The bitch looked back, flicked her ears, then turned her eyes back to Cool. Her owner was not so enthusiastic about her interests.

"Riley, come down honey. Lets-"

"Lets not," John climbed on the stage and pressed his chest against that mouse of a man.

"What do you think you're doing?"he took a step back, clearly intimidated.

"Buying this dog," John snatched the leash from the man's shaky fingers.

"You can't. She's mine."

"As is this," John took his walled out and pressed five thousand dollars cash into the man's hand.

His eyes widened, fist clenching around his newfound possession. "Five thousand for a dog? You are as crazy as they say!"

"Mhm. Guess so," John ruffled the dog's head. "Shall we go now, my lady?"

Riley whined approvingly and jumped on the ground. John followed shortly. He had a radiant smile about his face, and a strong, steady grip around the black leather leash. Riley was going to come with him, and there was nothing that could stop his plan.

Certainly not a fat, lazy bodyguard.

"What are you doing with that man's dog?"

"I'm taking her home," John walked past square-face.

"You can't just-"

"Watch me try."

He broke into a run, pushing through the crowd. Riley snarled, spreading the oafs to the sides.

"Good girl," John whispered.

He made his way through the lobby and emerged on the street. He swam through the sea of reporters, jogged past the pestering fans, and made several stops in the alleyways. John wondered what got into him. He was braving the streets like an urchin with a dog running at his side. A dog, out of all the possible choices for a pet. It seemed surreal to think how fast his opinion on these animals changed, but the more he dwelled on it, the more John realized how special Riley was.

He kneeled before her and sunk his hands into her thick, silky neck. "You're one of a kind, girl. I'm going to treat you like royalty when we get home."

Riley whined. Her cold nose met John's lips. It was so cold. So unexpected. John's first instinct was to recoil in shock, but a deeper, unknown desire subdued it. John closed his eyes instead, moaning softly as Riley lapped several times at his lips.

"Eww."

John broke away from those warm, tantalizing kisses. A skank. That's what he saw with the corner of his eyes.

"Got a problem with me, bitch?"

"Fuck off."

"Maybe I'll fuck you!" John lurched towards her. The skank fled with a yelp.

"I wasn't serious about that," he told to his dog. "You know that, don't you?"

Riley brushed against him. She slid like silk, warm and soft. John closed his eyes. He loved that heat so much. It passed right through his jeans, pressing softly against his throbbing erection...

His what?

He blinked, looked down, and drew back from Riley's slimy tongue. "Sheesh. Were you...did you lick me this whole time?"

The bitch whined, eager for another taste.

John tugged on her leash. "No! We're going home. No more weirdness."

John got dragged all the way home by an overzealous Riley. She was strong as she looked, and fast too. John panted when he reached the grounds of his villa. He put in the password on the gate's panel, entered the garden, and walked through the fountain district.

"You're going to love it here. I have a pool, tv, consoles and all that shit."

He looked at Riley and smiled. "You don't really play video games, do you?"

The bitch licked his fingers.

"What do you do to pass the time?"

John wished he never asked that question. Riley lifted her tail, presenting her puffy sex from all angles. Lustrous drops fell from her squelching lips, wetting the ground below. John gulped and looked ahead. He bid good day to his servants, opened the main door, and entered his villa.

"I'll want to be alone for the rest of the day, Red."

"With the dog?" The doorman asked.

"Yes. Got a problem with that?"

"Not at all, Sir. Treat her kindly."

He had every intention to do so.

"You hungry, girl?"

Riley pushed into his crotch, sniffing insistently.

"Chh, I'll take that as a yes."

John led Riley to the kitchen. Or rather stumbled on the way there. The bitch became an insistent pest once she found herself secluded from the crowd. She was all over John's privates, licking and nibbling and sniffing.

"Sheesh, we're almost there. Just stop sniffing my balls every half a second!"

Riley barked and leaped ahead, flashing her wet cunt at him.

John squeezed his eyes shut and forced the indecent thoughts out of his head. Why did she have to look so appetizing? He was willing to bet one of his balls that Riley was soaking wet in there. Oh yes. She was dripping with moisture because her flesh had nothing to offer but warmth. A haven of tight, silky muscles to press and squeeze whatever lucky cock got inside her.

"Fuck, that's hot," John shook his head. "Can't believe I even thought that. Fucking a dog? Like what the fuck dude?"

He kept talking to himself until he reached the fridge. Food. That was the answer. The charity event exhausted him. Tired minds always conjured the craziest scenarios. John got a piece of ham, cheese, salami and other quick foods. With something in his belly, his mind would wander to pussy and ass instead of a dog's tight snatch.

"Alright girl," John unpacked the goods. "Lets eat."

Riley showed no interest in the food she was offered.

"Come on. Don't be picky."

She nudged John's arm away.

He scoffed "The hell do you want then?"

Riley pushed her nose into his crotch and slid her tongue along the tough bulge with a long, wet stroke.

"Jesus Christ," John pushed her away before a second lick took him across his sensitive head. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

The bitch pulled her lips up. Her fangs were long, sharp, and dribbled with a different type of moisture. In the blink of an eye, John realized just how dangerous a spoiled bitch could be.

"Alright," he held a hand before her. "Tell me what you want, and we'll negotiate."

Riley's aggression melted with a soft whine. She sat on her haunches and lifted a paw, slapping it right on top of John's crotch.

He closed his eyes, whistled shortly, and shivered as the sensation spread throughout his body like living thorns.

"That...cannot be what you want."

Indeed it wasn't. Riley returned to her frisky self once John rose from his chair. She sniffed and turned around, pushing her sex against his cock.

"Come on. Seriously?"

The bitch wavered from side to side. Her damp fluids smeared over John's crotch, turning his jeans a shade darker.

"Fuck this," he threw his hands up in disbelief. "I'm not fucking a dog."

That was the wrong thing to say. Riley turned around, paws wrapping around John's neck. Her weight and the unexpected shift in the balance caused them both to fall over. John grunted at the shock and blinked several times. Riley was already all over his junk, nipping and biting at the metal button.

"You can't get it out. Not unless you force me."

John's balls paid the price for his misspoken words. Riley retrieved her paw and licked, soothing the throbbing pain with her lovely tongue.

"Alright...I guess you won't let me win this one easily, will you?"

Riley shook her head, panting with lust. She waited until John slid his pants down, then pulled the underwear with her teeth. It slid quickly, exposing the man's throbbing cock to her ministrations. Riley whiffed madly around the tip, taking in the strong musk before her tongue poked between her drooling canines.

John gasped. Her breath was hot, but her tongue was a few levels above. It slid around his tip, tasting his bulged head with that lovely long shape. It had a unique texture that rubbed harder than a whore's cunt, yet with the same silky grace.

"Ghaaah," John moaned. He blinked a few stray tears from his eyes and stretched his neck. Something nudged his cock, big and hard by the feel of it. What he saw took the breath out of his throat. Riley's tail replaced her head, and her cunt pushed around his cock instead of her tongue. The bitch lowered herself with quick thrusts, trying to straddle John's throbbing dick.

"D-don't. Just don't."

Getting fucked by a dog was a step above licking. Only weirdoes and pervs engaged in such horrible acts. For all his attitude and lack of shame, John still had the decency to remain a step above scum. He sheltered his cock within a closed fist, putting an end to Riley's excited humping.

The bitch tried a few more thrusts, and when she didn't get what she wanted, she looked back and whined.

John's heart melted into that soft, melodious tune. She was so cute and suave, looking at him with those big amber eyes. He couldn't deny her wish, could he?"

John groaned and laid his head back, suddenly exhausted. His head felt fuzzy and warm. Whatever thoughts he had in his mind vanished. The heat cleansed them away, bringing with it a plethora of wicked fantasies.

Once of them involved Riley's fertile cunt. John imagined himself piercing her tight haven. He slid in much farther than he ever did, sinking all the way to the pubes. It was so warm, so hot. Riley's muscles squeezed him from all sides, kneading his exposed cock and pushing around his balls until John surrendered his seed. He came with a long, howling cry. A rush of seething semen invaded the bitch. John imagined himself pounding her, cumming harder with each shove inside her squelching sanctuary.

"F-fuck," he gripped his head with both hands. "Why am I thinking this? Fucking a dog is....it's..."

Nice. Exciting. Hot. Those were the words that failed to leave his lips. Words that scared John as much as the prospect of breeding a bitch.

"I need some time," he scrambled on his feet.

Riley growled, pushing a forepaw under his balls.

"I'll be back. I promise."

Riley didn't hit him. She placed her paw back and turned around. John looked to the fridge. Then, to the stove. He couldn't stare at the tail. A single moment of weakness could cause his eyes to stray, and then...

"Fuuuck," John moaned softly. "You are soaking wet!"

Riley whined softly and padded backwards, trying to fit her pussy around his cock. John looked back. He could run. Or maybe he could hit Riley with something.

Or maybe he could just fuck her. That particular thought had the most exotic flair to it. After all, what harm could a single mating do?

John gave in to the heat surging through his body. He took his cock in one hand, aligned it to Riley's glistening entrance, then pushed. His hand retreated, allowing the full length of his rock-hard cock to sink into the bitch's tight tunnel with a squelch.

"Mffffhhhh!" John moaned. "Tight. Ffffhhuuuck. So tight."

He drew back and pushed inside once again. Riley panted eagerly, tail swishing above her puffy mounds. She clenched so quick, and so hard. Her whole tunnel was a trap for John's weakened cock. His aroused senses and harsh throbs pressed hard against his crotch, scratching at the harsh tingles pressing upon his prostate. He needed to last longer. Had to explore Riley's cunt a bit more before spending his seed.

With pressed jaws and a long groan, John pounded his bitch. He was not willing to cum before a needy pest. She led him home, exposed his cock, and had her wicked way with him until now. John hated to be dominated. He was the one talking big and giving the orders.

And he was most certainly above a needy bitch.

With a hard shove, he sunk himself inside her so hard his balls slammed against her wet snatch. Riley whined. Her muscles clamped hard around his cock, holding it in place. John pushed back from her grip, sliding to the very edge of her cunt before ramming himself yet again. Riley's muscles were tenderized by the harsh thrust. She shuddered and yelped, massaging John's rock hard cock with wonderful, heated vibrations.

The pleasure quickly rose, and his own cock became weakened with lust. John grabbed Riley's back and picked his pace. His cock kissed her cunt fast, spreading the warm juices all around her tail. Those made for a wonderful padding, for when John's balls met her walls, they too were coated with warm female arousal.

John pushed again, and again, until the pressure within his loins became unbearable. He buried himself as deep as he could into his bitch, then loosened his burden with a sharp scream. Ropes of fertile cum shot hard inside Riley's dribbling tunnel. The bitch moaned and yelped, squeezing rhythmically around John's spurting cock. Their muscles aligned, providing bursts of intense pleasure every time they clenched.

John gave it all. Buried within such a wet shelter, he had no option but to cum as hard as he could. His crotch spasmed with bliss, launching his semen forth. The presence of seed aroused Riley a lot. She squeezed quicker, scooping up the fluids inside her womb while her own cunt squirted its essence. It bathed John's balls with rivers of fertile arousal, increasing his pleasure to unknown heights.

John screamed like a beast. He remained inside until he had nothing more to give, then slowly pulled back. Their mixed fluids leaked out in a gush, splashing upon the marble below.

"Sheesh, what a mess."

Riley barked proudly and lifted her tail above her cum drenched cunt. Sticky ooze fled with each clench of her muscles, dribbling along her clumped fur.

"You want more?"

Her excited whine was slightly less obvious than the sudden jerk of her paws. The feisty bitch pushed her cunt right into John's face, smearing him with fertile arousal.

"Gah, alright," John smacked his lips together. "I'll give you one more."

And with that he sunk a finger inside her cum covered walls. Riley tensed once again. The intrusion made her whine with desire. John marveled at how soft and hot she felt. He explored her with one finger, then added another, and another until her cunt was thoroughly stretched.

Riley loved that. She humped into his grip, tightening quicker and harder. John knew she was approaching her peek. He waited until the convulsing muscles became erratic, then quickly retreated.

"Lets see how deep you are," he whispered as he pushed both of his index fingers inside her. He spread her walls to the sides, approached his mouth, and pushed his tongue in just when Riley squirted her liquid lust.

She yowled and yelped, unloading her heated desires. John got a quick gulp of her fluids before he filled her back with his fingers. He pumped her full of meat, then pushed, wriggled and scratched. Riley wobbled on her paws. She spasmed so hard and for so long that her paws lost their balance.

The black bitch fell on her side, tongue lolling from her maw.

"You freaking came. I could tell."

She pawed at John's crotch. Her pads slid across his half aroused cock, touched his balls, and settled upon Riley's soaked cunt. More. She wanted more.

"You can't mean it," John said with exasperation.

She licked her muzzle and pressed harder.

John rolled his eyes, got on all fours, and sniffed around her wet snatch. It smelled profoundly good, and radiated with warmth few tongues ever tested. John sunk inside her cunt and moaned at the pleasant intensity of her taste. He shoved in and out, around and about, suckling and pushing and spreading and scratching until Riley burst once more. John swallowed her fertile goo like a hungry stud, getting harder by the second.

Once he finished, he was fully aroused again, cock slapping against his crotch.

Riley yelped. She scrambled upon her paws and pushed John on his back.

"The heck do you want now?"

She straddled him. Her cute muzzle sniffed around his face, blowing hot streams of air. John prepared to speak, but Riley's muscular tongue washed his words away. She tasted his mouth and licked around his lips, all while her cunt poked around for his cock.

John sighed with disbelief. That's all he managed, for his cock tensed hard and his mind became blank once he found himself trapped between those heated walls. Riley shoved hard, and John returned the favor in equal measures. He never came as fast and as hard as he did then. His seed just burst out of his cock, filling Riley's hungry snatch with every drop that resided within his clenched balls.

None had energy to spare after the rough coupling. Sweaty and tired, John pressed Riley's fluffy body against his chest and closed his eyes. It felt good to rest with something so warm upon him, but it felt several times better to rest with his own cock inside a cum filled bitch.

John woke to the blaring of the alarm clock. The blasted thing had woofers in every room. John was rarely allowed to miss events, and the shower excuse stopped working a long time ago.

He blinked his eyes open. Shivers claimed his body. Riley was no longer around to warm him up. John got up and called her name. No answer came. He walked from room to room, following the sound of scratching paws until he reached his bedroom.

He opened the door, then gasped in disbelief. His room was tattered. Clothes were everywhere, torn and destroyed by claws and teeth.

"The hell did you do?"

Riley placed a black paw on the similarly colored leather outfit resting on the bed. John frowned. Everything was black. Not only that, but it was tight too.

"You seriously want me to wear that?"

Riley bowed her head, then pointed at something else. John recognized it. That collar was strapped on her neck on the day of the charity drive.

Black outfit. Leather. Collars. She was turning him into a dog!

"Fuck no," John turned around. "I already fucked you, fingered you, tasted you. I ain't doing a thing that Gaaaaaaaaahhaaahaaaaaa!"

He never saw the shove coming, but he certainly felt it. His balls crumpled under the blow, sending debilitating pain along his spine. John fell on the bed. He writhed and moaned until the pain passed, then complained about Riley's rough treatment. She pointed at the outfit again.

John realized he had no other choice. He put on the tight leather vest, strapped that overly tense underwear around his bulging maleness, and equipped the collar.

"How do I look?"

Riley barked happily and jumped towards the mirror.

John marveled at what he saw. Despite the ridiculousness of his outfit, he looked kind of badass! His muscles were well nuanced, his abs properly defined, and his balls looked certainly bigger than a dog's.

"Nice. Maybe I'll surprise those bastards by showing up as The Terminator. Do you think I'll win their shity award, love?"

Riley whined excitedly. She accompanied John around the house as he prepared for the show. John threw her glances as he pampered himself with hair gels and perfumes. Riley was smoking hot. How was he so blind before? No skank had such cute mouth, such exquisite coat or such well defined muscles. He rewarded Riley's patience with rubs along the head and ears, then walked towards the front door.

Riley jumped ahead, whining with obvious desperation.

"I'll be late, love. Please get your fuzzy paws out of my way."

Riley shook her head.

"I can't say no to them. Please."

She refused to move.

John walked towards her, one hand held under his crotch. Too bad Riley didn't use her paws this time. She shoved her nose right under that tight underwear and lapped at his balls with her heated tongue.

"Chh. Come on!"

Her paws latched around his waist. John stumbled back and fell on his side. Riley was upon him, a storm of licks, whines and fur. John tried to push her away, yet every shove had an equal response. Riley learned to hit in the face too, not only in the balls. She played this game until the hour grew late and the event ran its course.

"Fuck!" John cursed when he finally managed to disentangle himself from her paws. "I missed my chance to win an award, you freaking psycho bitch!'

Riley crouched. Within a single leap, she was upon him. John couldn't fight her even if he wanted to. She was stronger, fluffier, and definitely more persistent. Her teeth grazed and pressed upon his arms, demanding closure to this contest of wills.

"Alright, you win," John sighed. "Can't ever be kind enough to give something back."

Was she? The warm prodding around his crotch begged to differ. John drew in a sharp breath and turned his eyes towards something bland. He refused to give satisfaction to this bitch, even if she provided plenty of it. She licked, pushed, and nibbled around his expanding tip until the throbs brought John closer to climax.

"You know what?" He grabbed the bitch and turned her around, cunt to cock. "Have it your way. Suck my freaking cum, like you always do."

Riley rubbed herself briefly, then turned around to push down John's tights with a sharp tug. His cock sprang out, licked by her lovely tongue. Once it was properly moistened, Riley shoved herself right into its rock hard frame, shuddering and moaning like the needy bitch that she was.

John scrunched his eyes shut and grabbed Riley by the flanks. The bitch only thought she had it her way. With his cock firmly lodged between her lips and his hands around her, John planned to give her exactly what she deserved. A rough pounding that worth days of continuous insemination.

So he shoved his length inside her, so hard that her flesh quivered and her throat burst with a yelp. John bit back the discomfort and pushed again. His balls smashed against her flesh, tensing under the tendrils of pain. Even so, John continued to fuck her. The rude squelches became quicker, and his cock harder with each thrust.

"You are going to cum before me, bitch," John growled over Riley's whimpers.

She remained completely impassive, tensing and scratching the ground under the waves of bliss. Such lax attitude angered John. He grabbed tighter, pushed harder, and screamed louder, until his sack exploded from the repeated onslaught. His crotch burst with both pleasure and pain. Drops of seed dribbled from his head, warning of the upcoming flood.

John pounded her few more times, then sunk deep into her tight, spasming cunt. His seed shattered her resistance. Riley yowled her orgasm, melting in the pleasure with long, melodic wails.

"Cum. Cum harder, bitch!" John groaned as he loosened himself inside her. He remained in for two squirts, then pulled back, fucking her seed coated pussy with harsh thrusts. Cum dribbled down his balls, warm, sticky, and noisy. With lewd squelches, John fucked and filled her trembling cunt with ropes of fertile cum.

Riley was in heaven. She milked his cock hard, swallowing the juice from his balls into her fertile womb. John groaned and pressed himself harder. His balls squeezed against her soaked pussy, forcing his spurting head a bit deeper.

"There. Nghhh...take it all, bitch."

Riley spasmed hard. She fed on John's cum like a beast that has been starved for days. Her womb was full of cum by now. John felt her satisfaction and pleasure at being thoroughly inseminated. She wasn't doing it only for the sheer bliss. She wanted his pups, and every string of semen brought her closer to that goal.

John shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut. Dogs couldn't get pregnant from humans, could they? He tried to deny it as his crotch lurched and his cock unloaded its essence, yet with every throb John's thoughts became stranger and fuzzier. He could...feel the bitch, her raw pleasure and satisfaction as she was pumped full of human seed. It was hardly possible. Insane even. Yet the feeling enlarged and expanded until John's balls gave everything they got.

"Gaaah!" he crashed upon Riley's back with a spent groan.

The bitch licked his face and slinked away, allowing his messy cock to retreat from her warm shelter. John fell on the ground, hand held around his trembling cock.

"You still won," he looked upon Riley as she lapped away the seed from her cunt. "I took you. Pounded you. And I still came first. How?"

The bitch came over and treated him with a long kiss. John closed his eyes and embraced her. He directed the dog over his chest, then squeezed her close. It wasn't hard to guess the reason. With such a silky, lovely creature draped over them, what man could ever say no?

He regained his breath, then carried his black bitch back to bed. Riley whined and wagged her tail. Juices dribbled from her cunt, warm and savory. John plugged two fingers inside, dropped on the bed, then replaced his hand with his half limp cock.

"There we go. Leak has been plugged."

Riley licked him adoringly for that. She was warm, lovely, and so desperate for his seed. Even now her cunt worked restlessly on forcing another orgasm out of John's depleted cock.

"Just sleep. You'll get another load soon."

Soon meant ten minutes later. And a few more times during the night. Despite the ache in his groin, John fucked the brains out of his bitch. He couldn't stop himself. His arousal and that pounding desire of impregnating her washed away his rational thoughts, leaving behind only a haze of desire.

Riley was thoroughly pleased with that, even if that hardly show. Her demands only increased during the following weeks. She wanted more fucking, more fingering, and more pleasure than John had the capability of producing. He was exhausted, yet even then the bitch insisted. She was all over him, with her slobbering tongue all over his face and her dripping cunt all over his dick.

Soon, her belly started to swell, and John realized that strange feeling in the back of his head had always been right. Riley was pregnant. All those days of fucking and cum eating weighted her belly with a load of pups and a crave for intense pleasure.

John gave her everything she desired. She carried a part of him inside her womb, and John had to do everything he could for the welfare of his new family. That meant fucking her with abandon, fingering her cum filled cunt until it squeezed and spasmed, and using large, wicked toys to stretch her pussy and subdue her lust. Riley cried with bliss every time. She teased with the promise of relief, only to be upon John ten minutes later.

Her lust knew no limits, and John had to accept that. He was going to be a father soon, and fathers always did the best for their families.