My Boy, Boston.
This is a story about how I let my dog have all of me.
I have always been a cat person. I thought they were far supioror to the canine species in every way possible... until I met Boston.
My grandma used to breed dogs. She had labs, pitbulls.. German Shepherds. I would always get so upset knowing she made money off exploiting her female dogs and forcing them to have litter after litter of puppies. One morning we had gotten the call that her female Shepherd, Juniper, had just had her puppies. 3 boys and 4 girls. My brothers and I wanted one so badly, and after ruthless begging and ridiculous amounts of rejection, our parents caved and decided that we could pick one of the puppies, but not before the 3 day lecture of how this will be OUR dog and it will be OUR responsibility, and ours only.
We practically counted down the days until we could go pick up our dog. Pulling up to my grandma's house probably sounded like the front row of a Metallica concert. We were hollering and yelling with joy, and honestly I'm not surprised if we borderline trampled each other getting out of the car. When we went inside, the very first thing I saw was Boston. He was so chubby and small, but I could tell he was the strongest of the litter. He had a lot of muscle for a puppy. There wasn't much debate between my brothers and I on which puppy we wanted. It was Boston.
He grew fast. I blinked and he was practically grown. He was very large, very strong, and very... nosey.
At about 9 months old I started noticing him wanting to really hump things. I thought it was a little late considering most dogs are little humping machines from the get go, but he was not. When he started maturing is when it became a little more severe.
It was memorial day weekend, and after a weekend of fun and swimming and barbecues, it was Monday and the parents had to go back to work, my brother's off to their dad's house for the night, and me home alone, no school, wanting nothing more than to binge watch some horror movies. We had a tall shelf in the living room where we kept all of our movies. We had a large collection and had them organized by genre; comedy on the top, horror on the bottom. It was only about 8am but the house was very warm and I had slept in nothing but my t-shirt and panties. I made my way into the living room area, got on my hands and knees to look through the bottom shelves for a movie, and that moment changed everything.
As I was bent over perusing, without any sound or stir in the air, Boston's nose shoved itself deep into my panties and I felt a long, warm lick from my clit to my ass. Even through my underwear, the feeling sent shivers through my body. I probably jumped 3 feet in the air and turned to him, wanting so desperately to be mad, but I couldn't help but look at him with lust. It felt incredible. I was still a virgin, and the furthest I ever got was giving the neighbor boy a handjob behind the shed when I was 15 while he pet my pussy. So this was unlike anything else I had done. And I wanted it.
Badly.
I said fuck the horror movie and walked back to my bedroom with Boston two inches behind me. I swear he could smell my arousal for him. I closed the door behind us, dropped my panties on the floor, and thought for a brief moment how I wanted him to do this. I no more than sat on the edge of my bed and there he was. Nose poking and prodding my thighs, whimpering for me to spread them apart for him. So I did. I was overcome with warmth and pleasure and I needed this. He needed this. I leaned back and let his head part my thighs. He very gently began to lap at my lips, going slow and steady. He was such a good boy. I opened them just a little wider to give him access to whatever he wanted. He put all focus and attention on my pussy and I was in ecstasy. He would lick from the top of my ass, all the way to above my clit in long, hungry licks. He began to lap a little more aggressively and I could feel Boston's tongue slip inside of me when he passed my aching hole. I could tell he was cleaning the juices as they flowed. And they were flowing. I would reach down to rub my clit and he would immediately switch his attention to it before I could. I felt like he knew exactly what I was needing.
Boston kept licking, lapping, and whining while he ate me. I moaned and gasped the whole way through. The feeling was indescribable. Hearing him match my whimpers had me edging, and edging, until I toppled over that edge and let sweet Boston lick me through a leg shaking orgasm. I cried out in moans and he kept going, making sure everything I was dripping for him was cleaned I let him go until my clit was too sensitive to touch and I slowly closed my thighs around him, still letting him lap at my lips until I slipped into a nap of pure bliss.
This became our thing. If Boston wanted my pussy, he could have it.
I had an old wooden desk that held my computer and books and would often do my homework there. Well.. *mostly* my homework.
I could pay attention to nothing but my Shepherd when I was at that desk. Any focus on something other than him would set him off, and he'd often slink under the desk and up to my lap whimpering, trying to get me to let him enjoy. And that was how I found our other fun activity.
The bedroom door would become locked, the lights dimmed, and Boston 3 feet away. I would sit in my computer chair at my desk, no panties, and I would put on a naughty video. I loved watching girls get eaten out by men that craved them. You could just see the power and angst in their eyes for these girls and I could watch them all day. I would glance at Boston to make sure he wasn't looking, and I would spread my legs apart, putting one on each side of the chair. I would watch the girls getting what they wanted, a man devouring their womanhood like it was the last day on earth. They would scream and groan and eventually be brought to the strongest orgasms, like I had with Boston previously. I wanted to experience this with another person, a loving man.. but Boston was all I had and all I needed for now. I think he could smell me. He could smell my pussy filling the room with lust.
He would slink underneath my desk and waste no time. Immediately his cold nose and warm tongue were mixing with my juices. I would spread my legs as wide as I could for him and he would eat the living hell out of me while I watched these x rated videos. Sometimes Boston would make me cum just as the girls on the computer did, and the poor dogs muzzle would be drenched in my cream.
That's how we did it for a while. It was so descrete and fun and it would give me orgasms that I couldn't recover from.
Although my loving Shepherd ate me daily with no hesitation, I started to feel like we both needed more. I would cum repeatedly and he would get nothing in return. I wanted him desperately to fuck me, but I not only was a virgin, but I saw the animals breed at my grandma's and know how big a dog's knot could get. But on one particular day, I didn't care and I wanted Boston to dominate me.
Friday night. Brothers; gone. Parents; gone. I thought for a great amount of time how I wanted and where I wanted this to happen. In my bed? On the floor? What would be most comfortable for him? To keep with our theme I settled on my bedroom floor, just in case. I read a little online about tips and tricks to make this a little easier. I saw a girl say that she put socks on her dogs front paws, and I had a pair laying right by my pillows, waiting.
Boston came in and found me sitting on a blanket on the floor. He came right up to me and I scratched his head, kissing him repeatedly just telling him how much I love him. He was such a good dog. I ran my hand down his back and under his belly. He was so soft... until my hand was wrapped around his doggy cock, which was rock hard. And huge. I had never noticed how big it was. I shivered and knew I was in for it. I lovingly applied the socks to his paws and let him give my pussy a couple of licks. I adjusted myself onto my hands and knees, and he proceeded to eat me from behind. This is how it all started, me letting him have me from behind, and for some reason I had never let him do this. It was incredible. His tongue covering my pussy in love and desire. It felt so good but god I wanted him to mount me. And just as that thought processed through my mind, I felt those paws grab my hips. I felt his hard, warm cock poking me all around as he whined. A couple times he found my hole and due to how wet I was, it would slip and he and I would both cry out. It felt amazing. I was scared, but so ready and I was aching for him. I finally felt the tip slide in. He was so gentle with me. I then felt an inch, then another inch, and then another.. and soon it went from gentle escasy to painful domination with a 9 inch cock. He had me underneath him, a slave to his cock and he knew that. I was helpless. I cried his name out over and over - but not for him to stop. To keep going. I didn't want this to end. Once the pain subsided I was in heaven. I could feel his cock kiss my cervix. I loved to play with myself and had given myself plenty of g-spot orgasms, and his cock was made for this. With every hump he would brush that special spot and it had me shaking. He sped up his pace and I could feel drool on my back. He was getting close, and so was I.
I was both dreading the knot and also hoping for it. I wanted to feel it stuck in me. With that, Boston began to growl and whimper and with one last loving thrust, I felt my pussy fill with his cum... so much cum. But to my surprise, there was no knot. No knot, but also no stopping. I was so fucking close to cumming and I wanted nothing more than for him to make me burst. And despite him just emptying his wad into me, he kept his pace long enough for me to tremble and moan in the strongest orgasm I have ever had, even up to date. Boston let me cum on his cock for a while. He left his length in me until I was done. I covered his cock in our mixed nectar and he slowly pulled himself off and I couldn't keep myself up. I collapsed and he was immediately between my legs, cleaning me off. I thought I would have been too sensitive to have him continue but I let him. I lied there, partially conscious while he lapped and ate and savored me. Savored us. He brought me to one last orgasm that evening, just doing what he did best with that tongue.
Afterwards I cleaned up our space on the floor and we layed in bed. I put on a movie and purposefully forgot my panties. We just lied there in bed and he rested his big Shepherd head on my lap and spent the night slowly tasting my pussy lips. I couldn't bring myself to let him between my legs due to how sore and sensitive I was, but I let him enjoy what he could and from that day onward would crave him.
As for now, Boston is still alive and doing very well. He's old but acts like his puppy self. My brother took him when he moved out and I see him all the time. Last time I saw him was about 5 months ago and he tried to shove his nose in my crotch... it's good to know he still misses me.
Xoxo.
