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Sitting Pretty

Brandon was in heaven.

The German Shepherd growled with muffled desire as he felt his senses being stripped away; a pair of thighs firmly clamped around his twitching ears, a set of ever so slightly plump buttocks falling down over his eyes, and a clean but still naturally musky rear end settling over his keenly attuned nose. His own heartbeat raced in his ears, throbbing in time with the engorged erection straining and drooling down between his own legs. And over his mouth, hot and slick with anticipation as the g-shep's moist breath surged out over it in heavy, hungry pants, his mistress' needy, eternally demanding pussy.

Before the canine male could take any more time to come to terms with his situation, the crotch hanging over his face intensified its hold upon him. He felt the otter's thighs shifting and settling, his lover lowering herself even more firmly down upon his face. The wet heat of her pussy ground against his muzzle, and instinctively Brandon's tongue slid out to meet its assault; probing between the warm, fleshy folds and tasting the seductively rich, tangy lubrication that dwelt within.

From somewhere above Brandon, he heard a muffled moan of pleasure and a giggle of joyous satisfaction. A moment later a gentle hand brushed its fingertips against the soft fuzz of his belly, and a distant yet commanding voice uttered two words that made the male's heart leap in his chest.

"Good dog."

Whining with gleeful pride, the German Shepherd set to work with true vigour. His muzzle pushed up against the warm wetness grinding down against him, tongue questing deeper and lashing itself against the slick, quivering walls of inner flesh which clutched and trembled all around him. His bottom lip pushed itself up and out, seeking to drag itself across the outer reaches of the otter's crotch and succeeding in slurping loudly and clumsily at his mistress' sensitive clitoris. Brandon felt the female's body convulse above him, shocked and excited by the jolt of more intense, focused stimulation. Her buttocks clenched around the bridge of his snout, and more firmly still she ground his face down into the soft bedding with the weight of her nether regions.

The more hurriedly Brandon attempted to consume his lover's slick juices, lapping at her increasingly soaked pussy harder and faster as the motion of her hips and the insistent moaning echoing around him demanded, the more Hannah seemed keen to drown him with her liquid lust and smother him with her wiggling, pleasure-stricken rump. He found himself gasping for air, unable to get enough oxygen through his nose alone and thus forced to inhale the intoxicatingly heady, pheromone laced sweetness available through his mouth. Indeed before long the g-shep was practically drunk on his lover's rich scent. Addicted to her arousal, doing everything he could to wring every last drop of liquid desire from Hannah as the otter writhed and wiggled atop his face.

Brandon yelped, wailing in surprised pleasure when without warning he felt a sharp twinge upon his chest, two pairs of fingertips having suddenly descended upon his stiffened nipples where they were no doubt obviously protruding through the fluff upon his chest. He arched his back, groaning up into the otter's needy pussy as his own crotch let loose a single, potent spurt of pre-cum which sailed through the air and drew itself out in a thin, glistening rope across his belly-fur. The fingers on his nipples remained there, and kept tweaking and teasing the firm, slightly sensitive nubs as Hannah's voice rang in his ears, urging him onward in a voice dripping treacle-thick with lust.

"C'mon boy. Don't let up now. Give me more. Give mistress everything you've got."

The more she grunted and urged Brandon onward, the more that the otter took the initiative to physically demand more from her lover. The German Shepherd could feel her starting to hump at his maw, to ride his tongue as it probed and lashed at every slick, sensitive point of flesh within its reach.

"G-good boy. Ohh... oh, such a good doggy."

Brandon gurgled happily at his mistress' praise, bucking his own hips up against thin air, seeking gratification that he knew deep down wouldn't come until after he had done his duty towards the otter. He could feel the pre-cum trickling down the underside of his rigid shaft, already flooding down the thick fur upon his sheath and over his heavy, aching balls. For every oozing droplet of pre-cum to escape him though, Brandon would gladly have taken an ocean of his lover's own fluids. It was after all because of her that he was so turned on. Because of what she was doing to him... what she was making him do to, and for, her.

Faster and faster Brandon began to feel Hannah's juices running over his tongue and into his hungry maw, some of the droplets and spontaneous floods of her bliss dripping down his chin and running down the sides of his cheeks. His head was pressed down so far into the bedsheets by the pressure exerted upon it from above that it was as much the bedding cupping his face now as it was the otter's thighs. His mouth was permanently pressed to Hannah's clutching, drooling depths in the most deliriously happy, open mouthed of kisses, and as the otter rode his hungry maw it was harder to tell which one of them was enjoying themselves more.

"Yes... o-oh yes you sweet little bitch. Eat me."

It wasn't long before Brandon heard his lover's cries becoming increasingly savage and fierce. Her whimpers of pleasure closer to guttural snarls, and her once affectionate, complimentary moans becoming wild, fearsome demands.

"Do it... f-fuck yes. Eat my cunt. Make me scream. Make me squirt. Fuck!"

When the otter began to bounce and grind against Brandon with such force that she was practically riding the entirety of his muzzle; humping at the German shepherd's gasping, juice-stained face with single-minded focus, he knew there were only seconds to go. Only then did he allow his arms to leave his sides, where they had been clutching and scrabbling at the bedsheets until now. He grasped at the otter's thighs and held her there; held her down against his face as she began to thrash and flail with such force that she might have bucked herself right off him, and indeed clear off the bed, were it not for Brandon's additional support.

The otter screamed as she began to cum. Letting loose a deafening wail of ecstasy as a torrent of her juices soaked the German Shepherd's face between her legs in four potent, liberal spurts. Brandon uttered his own muffled cry of delight as he felt himself being soaked by his mistress' orgasmic fluids, and grunted in overwhelmed, submissive excitement as Hannah lost all control of her body and the full weight of her upper torso sank down upon the canine male.

This was it. These were the moments that Brandon lived for. When Hannah was totally out of her mind with pleasure, when she had no thought for him or his welfare; purely focused on her orgasm and her own satisfaction. The idea of being stifled, smothered by a woman... his beloved mate, as she writhed and squirted and bucked feverishly upon his wide eyed, breathless face was everything that Brandon craved. He felt his breath growing short. His chest tightening and burning as Hannah's thighs clamped down around him firmly enough to seal up any source of air-flow. He felt her juices raining down upon him, and drew in one last frantic gasp, a potent, concentrated cocktail of pheromones, fluids and his own hot exhaled breath.

"F-fuck!"

At the last possible moment, just as Brandon could feel his brain starting to grow fuzzy from lack of oxygen, the overload of pleasure became too much for Hannah to bear. With a final shriek of joy, she flung herself off her lover's face. Onto the cool, smooth bedsheets, where she lay trembling and quivering as the remainder of her orgasm tore through her lithe, brown furred body.

Whimpering and panting softly, the otter crawled to her lover's side some twenty or thirty seconds later. She clutched at his own quivering body, watching his chest heave and his eyes still bulging as he gulped down lungful after lungful of fresh air.

"Oh god, Brandon. That was... oh, wow. Good dog. Very good doggy. Mistress is so very happy with you."

She kissed him upon the side of the face, then again upon the lips as he turned to welcome her affections with a beaming grin.

"And you know what mistress does for her puppy when he makes her happy, right?"

Brandon's hips began to buck even before the otter's delicate hand could reach out and wrap her fingers around it. A giddy whimper of excitement and relief escaped his lips, closely followed by a joyous howl when the otter grasped hold of his cock and began to pump it furiously as a tender whisper escaped her grinning, blushing muzzle.

"She shows him that no matter how rough and needy she might be... that's nothing close to just how much she loves him."

By Jeeves