They were on their way home from a jaunt in the park. Cynn’s thinly gloved hands were numb with cold and her breath steamed out as she walked Max, her landlady’s huge dog.
She only looked away for a moment.
With a low ‘wuff’, Max tugged the leather lead from her gloved fingers. Nose to the ground, he galloped ahead then shoved himself through a pair of double-doors left partly open and disappeared into a deserted four-story brick office building.
“Max! Come back here!“ Cynn gasped following the dog. Timidly, she peered through the opened doors. Her coal black curls straggled free of her bun in the frigid sunlight, escaping the pins she used to tame the riotous waves. With one hand she clutched her worn wool coat, buttoned at her slim corseted waist. Gazing about, she discovered that the building appeared to be completely abandoned. Whatever business had once occupied this establishment had packed up and left.
“Max!” she called softly as she crept deeper into the empty building. From the bottom of a wide stair, she could hear his excited panting and his nails clicking as he raced up the stairs.
Cautiously, Cynn clutched her worn, gray wool skirts and climbed the steps after her errant canine companion. At the turn of the stairs to the next floor, Cynn spied Max’s honey-brown haunches and slender wagging tail. Her low heels tapped lightly as she approached the upstairs hallway. It looked as though Max had found something interesting on the floor of the upper landing. He was licking the spot with great delight.
Trying not to stare, Cynn noticed his red, dog cock poking a few inches from its furry sheath. Then she blushed hotly, unable to look away. It was dripping and growing larger. ‘He must have caught the scent of a female in heat somewhere,’ she mused. She found herself both intrigued and repelled. She had never really seen a cock of any kind before. Were they all that large?
Cynn reached out to grab the fallen lead but Max lunged up the stairs to the next floor, nose down and following a scent.
“Damn it Max!“ Cynn whispered harshly as she followed him up the next flight. Somewhat exhausted from her climb, she stopped a moment. Had she heard something? Was someone else there in the building? She froze in breathless silence, her ears straining. Hearing nothing, she cautiously climbed the last stair.
Panting at the top of the stairs, Max turned to the left then trotted down the hall.
Cynn followed, passing empty room after empty room. Her strides were long, with her ground-sweeping skirts swaying from the swinging of her full hips.
She watched as Max stopped halfway down the long hall then nosed his way past a door left slightly ajar into one of the rooms.
“I’m going to talk to Mrs. Smith about getting you fixed!” she threatened> and hurried into the darkened room Max had disappeared into.
"Max?“ In the small shadowy office, Cynn could barely see. The dirty window glass showed only the blank brick wall of the building alongside this one. Winter sunlight was fading fast as full evening approached. The floor was knee-deep in black shadows, making the room look empty, no desk or bookshelves apparent.
Hearing a snuffling sound right in front of her, Cynn crept forward. Her slick-soled half boots slipped on the dusty floor and she tripped forward with a muffled squeak. She landed with a woof of expelled air, her feet flipping her skirt up, over her back. Cynn found herself stomach down on a cushioned stool she hadn’t seen. The fall knocked the wind completely out of her.
She gasped, stunned for a moment, listening to the click of Max’s claws on the floor. Then she felt a cold something on her revealed backside. Still wheezing for air, she realized it was only Max investigating.
Max found the split in her pantaloons and she bucked in reaction. His cold wet nose was in her naked privates. She struggled to right herself and get off of the stool. Max took that moment to reach out and taste her exposed flesh with a warm wet tongue. It was astonishingly pleasurable and Cynn froze in embarrassed delight.
With a light yip of astonishment and mortification, she heaved back only to be thrown forward as Max lunged atop her. Held down by Max’s considerable weight, she shoved back but he gripped her around the hips with his front paws lying flat against her back with his full weight. His panting filled her ears.
He had jumped up on her to play before but she could normally push him off. This time he had her pinned over a stool. Her old boots were slick. Try as she might, she couldn’t find purchase to throw him off.
"Max! Down!” she tried but he seemed to be intent on playing. His furry haunches writhed then bucked against her exposed flanks as he clutched her hips with his front paws. Then she felt something hard, hot and wet poking her like a finger, probing her exposed backside. Damp was dribbling down her thighs and into her pantaloons from somewhere as she struggled with the heavy dog. A strange thrill and excitement was growing in her vitals.
Then Max lunged with purpose. His hips hammered rapidly against her rump with determination. The hot finger speared under Cynn’s privates and she could feel it sliding against a part of her that was enjoying it immensely. There was a tiny bit at the top of her feminine slit that was being stimulated as she had done with her own fingers late at night, in her virgin bed. A warm delicious heat filled her belly.
Cynn suddenly decided that she liked the feeling and she arched up to get closer to the source of the enjoyable rubbing. Wetness began to seep from her slit and Cynn began to find it hard to breath as lust swept over her in a heavy wave. Max took that moment to re-position.
The wet finger slid back along her damp slit then speared forward into her tight virginal hole to an impossible depth. Cynn yelped feeling the rip and burn as her virginity was sundered. She was stretched wide as Max mounted her fully and deeply. The hot finger pulled back then burrowed its way back into her moist channel swiftly over and over with the force of a hammer blow. She was rocked forward on the stool as Max found what he had apparently sought and plowed his large slick shaft with incredible speed in and in and in and in.
Cynn writhed on the stool as Max plunged on. She could feel moisture pouring from the shaft within her, soothing the hurt then she felt him rubbing against something deep within. With an abrupt jolt of hot pleasure, Cynn realized she was being hammered toward sudden ecstasy. Her thighs parted to allow the ongoing intrusion as pleasure boiled in her lower parts then washed over her in building electric tingles. She heard herself moan helplessly.
She felt her nipples harden and rub against her corset. She grunted rocking on the stool as Max rode her. Suddenly she wanted the pleasure. She wanted Max to hammer into her and take her to that pleasure. She wanted his shaft buried in her flesh. Her body bucked back against the dog’s haunches in animal lust.
That long thick shaft slammed into her and into her. His dog flesh growing, expanding, filling her, taking her, possessing her, making her the bitch to his dog.
"Oh, God,“ she moaned softly as she was suddenly overwhelmed with a hard climax from within. She sighed and sagged on the stool in guilty pleasure.
Max grunted as he continued to thrust non-stop into her. Cynn felt him work to push something impossibly wide, like a ball, against her. It rode directly on her pleasure button, hitting it again and again and again. With a loud moan she felt a second bolt of pleasure burst over her. She cried out and shuddered with the violent rapture, collapsing on the stool from her body’s greedy pleasure. Moisture oozed from Max’s shaft and her excitement seeped from her slit slithering down her thighs.
Max pulled with his paws and hunched, grunting with effort, redoubling his determination. Cynn felt the ball at the base of his shaft slide on their combined wetness stretching her abused flesh. With a strange soundless pop, it slid into her slit bringing several more inches of a very hard Max along with it.
She shuddered and moaned as her pleasure button was suddenly stimulated with every pull and thrust of Max’s determined haunches. She was filled by his dog cock to bursting, the shaft impossibly deep and thick within her female flesh. Cynn was suddenly on the verge of another hard wave of boiling release.
Max began to whine softly, his shaft moving deeper and with greater speed. Then suddenly he thrust hard, holding her tight as he burrowed his dog flesh as far in as he could go. He shuddered over her. He whined, pulling hard and thrusting deeply once more.
Cynn almost swooned as a powerful climax slammed through her. She felt sudden pressure from his hot dog-cum gushing into her belly with the force of a hose. Max had reached his climax and his dog seed was shooting into her as if he had been riding a bitch in heat. It began to wash down her legs as the sheer volume of it was shoved back out to slid down and soak her thighs.
She had been violated by a dog and had enjoyed it immensely.
Max moved off of Cynn. Then she discovered that his dog cock was still lodged in her and his seed was continuing to spray into her belly. She was literally stuck until he had completely finished with her.
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