. She giggled softly. “Doggies aren’t supposed to look at girls’ pussies, boy!” she commanded.
Ellie looked down. Her nails were chipped again. Her profession or her nails? Decisions, decisions! The pandemic made her order pretty much everything online, but sadly what looked pretty on a screen seldom translated into pretty, once it was applied in real life. Now that she was closer to thirty than twenty, she had to take better care of herself, maintaining the good looks she had genetically inherited from her parents. She still got carded if she went to a strange club or bar with friends, only now it was reassuring rather than embarrassing. She'd graduated from an Arizona State and was a qualified Certified Public Accountant.
Being a CPA, she'd been able to save a bunch by closing her expensive office in Phoenix's central business district. Now, at a fraction of the price, she only needed to rent a post box in the same uptown stylish and upscale address that at one time been her plush office. Her clients were happy to email their spread sheets to her, knowing her work was professional and accurate, as were her insights and opinions. She'd bought the business from an elderly man, inheriting his clientele. Those older clients still preferred to fax or courier their ledgers to her.
To exhibit an air of professionalism, she also sat through various video conferences wearing carefully understated make-up, an underwire bra and a smart, businesslike blouse. On those occasions she had her long hair swept back in an easy messy pony tail. However out of, and well below the camera's view, sometimes she was only clad in sweatpants or panties. Sometimes she wore even less, with her bare ass on the soft tan leather of her of her expensive high backed executive chair, and a secretive smile on her lips. Today had been the latter.
She'd finished her schedule for the day, and sat staring at her chipped nails. She'd worked steadily, such that the last two conference calls went through a lot faster than she'd expected. Naked from the waist down, she felt deliciously naughty, letting her left hand cup her mound even before she shut her computer down.
Almost languidly, her fingers teased her loose warm lips. She blushed, smelling the scent of her own arousal, which now excited her to the point of no return. Touching herself stoked a sudden onset of heat that emanated from her vulva. This increased the scent of arousal in her nostrils. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on reaching the magical bliss as fast as she could. She rubbed her clit faster and harder with each rhythmic stroke until the circle of heat enveloped her pubic region, almost like someone had put a warm donut over her pubic mound. Her breath came in gasps, her inner thighs began to make tiny jerks and a tickle in her belly exploded! This sent spirals of intense pleasure into every nerve of her being, as a slight gush of fluid spurted onto the soft leather of her chair.
Afterwards, she lay back, enjoying the feeling she'd given herself. It's been over a year since she had experienced an orgasm that wasn't self generated. Well, quite honestly, she wasn't prepared to go back there – her emotions were still too raw and the betrayal lodged too deep. The pandemic had seriously affected her love life anyway. With a constant lock-down, there was extraordinarily little chance to re-establish it, even if she felt like it. Her fingers and her clit were firm friends and although emotion seemed lacking, she was content with self-pleasure for now.
Hunger ruined her delicious reverie. A rumbling growl in her belly reminded her she hadn't had anything to eat all day. The coffee she'd speedily swallowed at breakfast wasn't going to cut it – she needed sustenance. Mentally, she went through the contents of her fridge. “Hmmmm... maybe a chicken and mayo on rye?” She'd gotten a loaf earlier in the week from the little convenience store a block away, and even closer if she used the narrow service road behind her apartment building. “Yes, that sounds like it would hit the spot,” she murmured. Standing up, she moved into her kitchen. She pulled the chicken and mayo from her fridge. Sliding the loaf of bread from its cellophane wrapper, she was dismayed to learn that the sliced bread had a green tinge. “Damn! I'm hungry, and I can't eat this moldy bread. But I want that sandwich now!” She shoved the chicken and mayo back into the cold, but was determined to complain about the bread going bad so quickly.
In her bedroom she quickly pulled on the skirt that semi-matched the no nonsense blouse and found a pair of lowish heeled pumps. Grabbing her purse and the bread, she decided to take the alley short cut to the store. She locked her door and jogged down the three flights of stairs to the apartment lobby. On the wall there she spied a computer-generated advert. It read, “Covid Nails? Have case, mask, gloves and mad skills. Call for your personal manicure and pedicure.”
It sported a set of tear offs with “Anastasia or Alina 815 452 5169.”
“Convenient!” she thought, tearing off a phone number. Spirits rising, she skipped out the rear door into the alley service road.
The alley itself was stinky with dented dumpsters and filled trashcans. Peering into the shadows, Ellie noticed a stray dog at the far end of the alley. She had to maneuver around a large stagnant puddle and litter as she moved past a dingy side street. “This is an altogether unpleasant little shortcut today,” she murmured. “But it sure saves time getting to the convenience store.”
The convenience store clerk was ambivalent about exchanging green bread for brown. To mollify him a little, Ellie impulsively bought a few sticks of jerky and a bottle of water, helping to re-balance his profit margin. Since she was a regular customer, the stoic clerk relented and smiled, replacing the loaf. She waved as she left the store, and started heading back home with her fresh loaf of bread and purchases.
Walking out the quaint corner store towards the alley she noticed that the gathering evening had darkened her little shortcut dramatically, so she hurried. When she reached the spot where the liver-colored dog was still rooting through the trash for food, she knelt poured the bottled water into an empty broken little blue lunch pail, Next to that, she spread out the jerky sticks as a meal for the dog who was watching her actions warily.
A husky voice behind her, startled her, semi whispering. “Shuddap and don't move! Give me the purse…… Purse, bitch now! Don't say nothing and don't look round!” Something sharp and cold pricked against her shoulder. Ellie froze, and started to push her purse backward.
Like an enraged demon, the dog erupted from the trash! He shot past her as she knelt, growling and barking as he slammed into the person robbing her! The sharp pricking at her shoulder disappeared in a flash. She heard soft guttural cursing and hurried footsteps splashing through the puddles, along with the pursuing dog's ferocious barking and growling as it chased the would-be mugger away from her.
The dog reached the far end of the filthy alley and barked ferociously, not venturing into the street. As the thief fled the dog stood his ground, defending both his turf and the female that had been kind to him. Still dazed, and her knees wobbly as jello, Ellie felt unable to rise. Moments later, she felt a wet warm nose pressing against her kidneys as the dog whined and licked her through her clothing. Slowly she stood, her breathing more like sobs than actual intakes of air. She'd been so frightened, and now her body was flooded with adrenaline. The dog had saved her – he was her knight in shining armor.
She blinked tears from her eyes and looked more closely at her savior. The dog had no collar on, and stood looking up at her with his entire body wagging, not just his stumpy six-inch tail. He was about as big as a Doberman but seemed slimmer and his coat while dusty seemed a silver brown. His eyes were intelligent almond brown and seemed to indicate friendliness. He looked neglected, after all, the poor guy had been rooting through trash for his sustenance. The few sticks of jerky and small pail were obviously not going to be enough for him. Ellie decided to take him home, feed him, clean him and find his owners. Maybe she'd even reward them for having such a brave dog, – one that saved her from a mugging and maybe worse.
She walked slowly, calling him softly, patting her butt as a hand signal. “Come on, boy... cummere!” The dog obeyed her, seemingly quite happy to follow her as she walked into the lobby and up the three flights of stairs and to her apartment door.
Once inside, she threw her shoes into the bedroom, went straight to the kitchen and made herself a sandwich and filled a dessert bowl with cool tap water before slicing the rest of her chicken into chunks and putting them in another bowl beside the water.
She and the dog ate in a companionable silence. Gradually, the adrenaline generated by the harrowing experience left her. She watched the dog who, after finishing the chicken, lapped up the entire bowl of water. That accomplished, he began to lick her knee, almost as if he were thanking her.
She patted his head and kneaded his ears. He seemed to enjoy her touching him. She called to him again as she walked to the bathroom, wrinkling her nose because, not to put too fine a point on it – he stank. The dog happily followed her. She stood by the bathtub and patted it. He apparently trusted and understood, hopping into the tub. Ellie gripped the shower head, waited until the water warmed and she rinsed him, He grinned at her as he was rinsed off. She then took her apple fragrance body wash, and soaped him down, before rinsing him off again. Once he was clean, she toweled him off with her large fluffy bath towel. As she finished, he gave a rapid shudder, sneezed and finally stood in the empty tub with clean fur, bright eyes and a wagging tail.
Ellie stepped out of the bathroom followed by the dog. Moving into her office, she logged into Amazon and spent ten minutes deciding on a collar, leash and dog dishes. “I'm not sure how long it might take to find your owners, if any, boy. So I'm stocking up on supplies,” she explained quietly. The dog made sounds indicating happiness to be near her. Once her online purchases were complete, she reached down and stroked his sleek head, reading about short haired dogs and how to groom them. She understood that human shampoo isn't good for dogs but he smelled like apples, and didn't seem to mind, at least this time. Diligently, she sought a natural fragrance canine shampoo and changed her Amazon order to include a Canadian brand. One that had plant derivatives, oatmeal, coconut and lime as its ingredients that prevented itch – moreover, it was Paraben free. She smiled down at the dog who was laying on his belly, his head on his front paws, staring up at her. His eyes seem to be locked onto her knees.
Once she'd finished, she relaxed and she lolled back in her leather office chair, her legs lazily spread and took a long-drawn-out sigh and stretched. She glanced down at her new four-legged companion, whose brown eyes were riveted at the now dampening area at the junction of her widespread thighs. The region had dried juices crusted onto the curly pubic hair around her outer labia. Juices that had drooled there from her earlier intimate session with her fingers. She giggled softly. “Doggies aren’t supposed to look at girls’ pussies, boy!” she commanded.
The dog continued to stare at the moistening apex with bright almond colored, knowing eyes. Her body instinctively responded, and heat emanated from her. She pondered about the intensity of his gaze, slightly irritated. Then the thought occurred to her that perhaps from the height of a dog’s eyes, it would be a normal place he would see. Her pussy was just above the dog's eye level, filling his vision when they were both upright. Somehow that thought quelled her irritation about the dog staring at her unconsciously heating and moistening sex.
Her hand was drawn to her vulva. She rubbed the wet warmth, her fingers parting her crusted, trimmed pubes. At the contact, her breath caught, and her mind lost its train of thought. A need formed – one urging her to rub her clit and reach a climax. Her thighs widened almost unnaturally, and she slumped back in her chair. In this pose, she clenched her ass muscles, pressing her pussy upward while her fingers frantically rubbed her lubricated clit. Ignoring everything around her but her burgeoning need.
“Shit! I really need this!” she muttered before continuing to rub herself even more frantically. Everything disappeared... the dog, her apartment and everything in between. She couldn't ignore the need any longer. The fingers of her right hand slid across her throbbing clit and labia. The wetness of her pussy smeared on her inner thighs. Her left hand automatically slid inside her blouse and found itself covering her left breast. She stroked her nipple inside the prim cotton blouse.
Ellie excitedly felt her breasts over all their surface that she could easily reach as her need to cum became almost primal. But the excitement was taking over and she couldn't stop herself. Her middle finger of her right hand slipped between her hairy lips and into moist, molten-feeling cunt, plunging faster and faster into its juicy depths.
She had to muffle her groan as the tickle in her belly expanded and her inner thighs began to spasm. Her back arched and her breathing became silent as she held her breath. The impending orgasm formed like a giant wave of pleasure. For an instant the world stopped turning, the wave of pleasure became so intense that her eyes screwed tight. Her back arched even more and her nerve endings tingled. A fragrant ooze spurted from her honey pot as the orgasm crashed through her.
Ellie began breathing hard, her eyes closed, her heart beating wildly. In this state she didn't notice the warm fur brushing against her knees and between her thighs. Nor was she aware of the cool nose and warm moist tongue licking and brushing against her oversensitive clit. She felt the sensations, surely – she just wasn't analyzing them. Instead, the feeling of her climax stopped ebbing – it didn't seem to want to go away.
She felt her body coiling, preparing itself for another powerful orgasm. Quivering from head to foot, she surrendered to it. Her whole body went rigid and she gushed again, longer this time and far more intensely! She squeezed her nipple and in her heedless need, her prim businesslike blouse's buttons tore off, freeing her chest. Her brain went into sensual overload as she spasmed for a third time! Still not focused on the soft fur brushing her inner thighs, the cool nose against the wet curls of her pubes and the soft tongue lapping at her gaping and pulsing sex, Ellie gushed into the dogs face. She slumped, blissfully unaware that the dog was lapping up her natural lube and delving his tongue into her heated pussy for more.
It had been a lackluster two weeks. Ellie made posters of her canine housemate. She took photos and put together posters stating: “FOUND - Have you lost this dog?” bearing tear- offs with her phone number, “815 452 7156 ANYTIME”. Her posters flooded her the area of her neighborhood, with every pole and shopfront and noticeboard displaying the dog’s handsome visage.
Conference calls and work kept Ellie busy. The phone rang constantly but was limited to business calls only. After the dawning realization that the dog had licked her to two (or was it three) of the best orgasms she had ever experienced, she became unsettled. She was so bothered by that knowledge that she was literately terrified it might happen again, and had spent the two weeks frustrated, avoiding sex entirely. Every time her fingers crept below her waistline, she remembered the dog’s knowing almond eyes and shuddered – all sexual fantasies dissipated into thin air.
An Amazon package arrived with the dog’s dishes, his shampoo, food and leash the day after she ordered it. The dog was completely at home being collared and leashed. He walked precisely 2 feet in front of her and the light touch of the leather leash on his shoulder was sufficient to alter his direction or pace. She was so wrapped up with the dog, she had not even phoned the woman mentioned on the tear-off flier for her nails. Her own varnishing of her nails lacked the skill of a professional, and it never stayed perfect when she started to type.
She and the dog seemed to live in harmony, but it was perhaps, more a cohabitation. The dog exhibited a streak of stubbornness about one thing. He obstinately ate the crotch out of any discarded panties she'd negligently or hurriedly left on the floor of her bedroom, office or bathroom – any place where she'd pulled them down and discarded them temporarily on the floor. She'd find the crotch-less remains in her bedroom the following morning. Other than the loss of her panties, she was happy, and he, it seemed, was content with being fed, walked and petted. But both of them remained asexual and she, if not he, was frustrated.
The next Saturday, after feeding herself and the dog she had sat in front of her office computer screen. Since it was a 'civvie Saturday', she was wearing a half unbuttoned cream lettuce-edged buttoned cropped blouse, with her 33B cup breasts unfettered and the lower slopes semi visible. Below, she had on a short pink pleated linen skirt that was barely covering her cooch. Her long legs ended in feet clad in comfy slippers. Her eyes wandered to the tear-off note still lying next to her keyboard, prompting her to pick up her phone and dial. After a few rings, a pleasantly accented voice answered, “Hi you have Alina.” Alina sounded like Melania Trump, with a Russian or similar accent.
“Hi Alina,” she spoke into her phone. “I found your advert for a manicure. Can I make an appointment? she asked.
“Da, when you want?” Alina questioned.
“When can you fit me in? My nails really need a professional.” Ellie replied.
“I have the time for you perhaps...” There was a silence as if Alina were checking a calendar. “I have opening tomorrow, morning maybe?” came the questioning reply.
“Yes, tomorrow morning will be awesome, what time?” Ellie queried.
“Is possible tomorrow…” The silence again. “Ten, for me is good, take maybe one hour depending on how terrible the nails, of course,” Alina responded.
Ellie confirmed, “Ten AM will be fine.” She gave Alina her address and how to get to her apartment before cutting off the call.
She looked down at the dog, “Well it looks like you're staying boy!” She breathed, “It’s been two weeks and not a single person has phoned, despite hundreds of ‘FOUND’ posters. So, I’m thinking your name is Knight, what do you think?” She asked as the dog lifted his eyes from her knees to her face.
Knight wagged his tail on hearing and acknowledging his name.
“Knight, stop staring at my pussy! Bad dog, it's your fault I have an empty panties drawer. I'm going to buy myself one hundred pairs of granny panties just to spite you!”
Her dog’s bright eyes never left the junction of her thighs. Ellie slammed her knees together.
“You better behave tomorrow, I don’t want you looking up the Russian lady's dress, you hear me?” she commanded.
Knight wagged his tail as if he understood, but his intelligent eyes bored past the skin of her knees.
Saturday dragged slowly with her mounting sexual frustration. Even the walk in the park on that lovely, sunny summer’s day and encountering happy smiling people in the park during Knight’s walk did nothing to ease her need. That night she closed Knight out of her bedroom and disregarding his whines, she spread her legs wide and scooted her back against her pillows and began to stroke her vulva. Enjoying her fingers dipping in her pussy ooze she coated her clitoris. With it lubed, she tweaked and rubbed her clit arching her back and managed to bring herself to a blissfully but fast, albeit guilty, climax before she fell asleep.
Ellie woke to a pounding on the front door. As her eyes managed to decipher the alarm clock's display. 09:50! She'd overslept, and the Russian lady was early and hammering on her door. She groaned, pulled on the blouse and skirt she'd discarded on her dresser and a facemask that looked relatively fresh. Opening her bedroom door, she shuffled forward to open her front door, raking her fingers through her dusty blonde bedhead hair. Her motions were trailed by a grumpy Knight, who was looking at her with rueful eyes.
Ellie pulled open the door. Alina’s hand thumped the air where the door had been milliseconds before, stopping millimeters from punching Ellie in the face. Alina blinked. Alina was short but not tiny – Ellie guessed she was about five foot nothing. Her nose lower face and chin were covered by a green mask. Her body was curvy – big breasted narrowing to the waist and widening to her hips. She had dark shoulder length hair casually brushed back without bangs. Her halter dress that ended a few inched above her knees was simple, colored a cool mint green that matched her knock-off D&G sandals.
“Is early! Sorry!” Alina exclaimed through her green almost medical facemask.
Ellie backed into her apartment. “Come in”, she offered. “Give me a second to wash. Please make yourself comfortable in my sitting room... I won’t be long. Would you like tea?” Indicating her dog, she added, “This is Knight. He's very friendly.” Mentally, she added, “Unless you're trying to mug me.” The memory made her smile inside her mask.
Alina and Knight followed Ellie as she further backed into the sitting room. Seating her guest, Ellie dashed past her and slammed the bathroom door. Knight stood as still as a sentry outside the closed door while she brushed her teeth, splashed water over her face and dragged a moistened brush through her unruly hair. With a few contortions, she managed to roll deodorant through the sleeves of her blouse. She toweled her face, while at the same time wiping the toothpaste from her chin. Once she completed her hurried ablutions, she was followed by Knight as she strode into the kitchen, filled the kettle, and spooned tea into a silver teapot . While the kettle heated, she emptied, rinsed and refilled Knight’s water bowl and a put down a cup of Blue Wilderness for his breakfast. Knight lapped the water noisily; his eyes, however, were riveted to her crusted pubic hair. “Bad dog!” Ellie complained uselessly when she noticed what Knight was focused on.
The kettle boiled. Ellie filled the tea pot, and loaded a tray with cups, a small jug of milk and bowl of cubed sugar. She forced a hurried smile and made her way, followed by Knight, back into the sitting room. There she found Alina sitting cross legged on the floor at her coffee table, with her equipment and a binder unpacked on the glass.
Ellie placed the tray, saying “Please help yourself Alina.” She said “I hope you like Earl Grey.” Knight wagged his tail and stood at Ellie’s knee, watching the newcomer attentively.
“Da, is good thanks.” She poured a cup and popped about half a dozen sugar cubes into the brew. Then she opened and proffered the binder while she stirred her tea. “Now you chose, I make for you.” She looked at Knight. “He famous, picture everywhere”. She grinned. “Da is same number, is your dog now, yes?” she asked and answered herself.
Alina pointed at the binder. “You chose, yes?” She opened the cover, displaying that it had three dozen pages of square-inch glossy pictures of nails, styles colors, and shapes... including nails with intricate patterns and designs. It was altogether overwhelming, since all Ellie wanted was pretty nails.
“You sit!” Alina ordered, looking at Ellie over the rim of her teacup.
Mirroring Alina’s pose, Ellie sat, crossing her legs, on the floor opposite Alina. She began blushing profusely when Alina glanced down through the glass coffee table top, obviously spotting her lack of underwear. In her embarrassment, she silently she cursed Knight and his weird panty fetish. The damn dog now flopped down, putting his head on his front paws with his body inches from Ellie’s right leg.
Putting a brave face forward, she tried to abate her feeling of humiliation by focusing on the nail offerings. She browsed the binder, sometimes going back, before finally pointing to a picture of a simple coral pink mid length nail.
“Da! Is good choice, I make, you like,” Alina complimented. She looked at Knight, laying attentively beside Ellie. “He love you,” she asserted in a complimentary fashion, as she ***********ed a few bottles, files and put on a pair of latex gloves. As if Knight had understood the woman's statement, Ellie felt Knight lick her knee.
Alina unpacked her small traveling case and put the remaining tools of her trade down in front of her. She produced a bottle of Acetone or nail polish remover, a small pile of Kleenex and a handful of cotton swabs and pads, nail clippers, various emery boards, nail files and nail buffers. Joining them were a cuticle pusher and nippers, callous/cuticle remover, moisturizer, bottles of base coats and finally a bottle of the chosen color nail varnish. She smiled as she looked Ellie’s hands. “Put hands here,” she commanded, pointing to a spot before her.
Alina once again looked down and her eyelids narrowed, “He love you good, da? He look like he enjoy his mama early today. Is bad of Alina to come early.” Alina giggled at her own crude humor.
She looked directly at Ellie’s matted pubic hair visible beneath the short pink skirt. “Is OK, for it usual for my Country also. It cold in Siberia... dog, they keep woman or girls warm and more,” she nodded wisely as if she had imparted deep and significant wisdom. “Me also. I have one that love me, maybe like this, maybe you let yours have me?” She stood and walked to the bathroom only to return after a few seconds, sitting cross legged again and took Ellie’s hand and began to use the file. Ellie thought she'd gone to wash her hands.
“Many time I like to try other ones... it is all good, da?” she murmured in a conspiring tone while keeping her eyes on her working hands. “Maybe, after the working, da?” she continued in a semi-asking tone.
Ellie blanched, her eyes strayed. She looked first at Alina, who sat primly, her hands working on Ellie's outstretched fingers, then down through the glass topped coffee table. Wide-eyed, she gasped. Alina had used the few seconds in the bathroom to remove her own panties. However, unlike her own cooch, Alina’s vaginal mound was bare – completely smooth. The gash seemed to be moistening and, like an opening flower, her labia were swelling and clearly visible.
Had Alina just asked her to let Knight lick her to orgasm? Like those the dog had given her the night she found him? Unasked for but totally the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced. Ellie's thought was that she wasn't sure she'd heard right. But she nodded, completely unsure of what she'd agreed to.
Oblivious to Ellie’s perturbation, Alina chatted gaily as she worked, her accent and grammar quaint to Ellie’s North American ears. She filed, buffed, pushed back the nail quicks almost painlessly and like a showman theatrically stroked the brush of color onto her nails. This was followed by a few coats of hardener and clear. “Da, she is done, now I need the plug,” she pulled a small traveling hair drier out of her case.
Wordlessly, Ellie pointed to a wall plug near the sofa, where a table lamp was plugged into one of the two sockets. Alina rocked back and rose. As she rocked back and arched, she used her legs and the balance of an acrobat or gymnast to rise to her full height. Now she stood above Ellie instinctively who looked up and found herself staring into Alina’s shaved pussy beneath her short green halter dress. Swallowing hard, Ellie repeated her point at the wall socket near her love seat with the table lamp plug in the top socket, the lower one available.
Alina took the long cable of the drier and plugged it in and sat down again. This time however, she sat splay legged with her feet wide apart either side of Ellie. Her left foot tapped Knight. Instantly the dog next to Ellie’s leg lifted his head from his paws and he sniffed, drawing in the scent of a moistening vagina. His eyes went to the shaved and visible and moistening gash between Alina’s thighs that seemed to be offered to him. The drier hummed and Ellie's sparkly nails dried and indeed looked quite pretty.
“You like?” Alina asked, peering inquisitively at Ellie who nodded gratefully. “Is OK I play with pretty dog, da?” she asked in a pleading tone. Unsure of how to answer, Ellie gave half a nod.
Alina pulled herself onto her knees and put her left hand under her short skirt. Then she offered it to the dog. Knight was now on all four of his paws, moving surreptitiously towards the Russian woman.
Knight’s stubby tail movement wagged his whole body. He stuck his head under Alina’s skirt, and Alina rolled her hips and smiled widely. Gripping Knight's torso, she held his head between her thighs. “Oh, he good boy!” she murmured and seemed to hyperventilate. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensations.
Ellie watched spellbound as Alina’s head tilted back, while she started breathing noisily through her nose. “He good boy!” Alina muttered time after time. Ellie felt her own body betray her as thoughts of how well that tongue worked reminded her clit and it began to throb.
Almost like a voyeur, Ellie watched as the diminutive woman attained orgasm! She hardly noticed that Alina’s one hand had strayed to Knight’s cock and she manipulated him. His penis at first peeked a small pink tip outside of its sheath. Then at least four inches protruded, and a lump formed along the shaft.
“Ahhhhh is good dog!” Alina praised breathlessly. “You ready to make the puppies with Alina?” she asked Knight coyly.
Ellie watched incredulously as Alina moved, first drawing her knees under her chin, then crouched down on her knees and lowered her chest close to the soft carpet on her living room floor. She's snaked a hand back under her body and across her belly until her hand and part of her wrist protruded from between her spread thighs. Her other hand lifted and threw back the skirt that blocked the dog’s path to her pussy.
Knight wasted no time once this position was evident. His rear seemed to be humping air and his nose dipped to Alina’s offered bared pussy. He licked and licked while Alina moaned. She began slapping her ass and making soft lewd smooching sounds. The dog's stumpy tail moving so fast as it wagged it almost blurred.
” Da! Make the puppies with Alina,” she cooed excitedly.
Knight seemed to rear up as he began to thrust frantically – almost like a jackhammer. His thrusts were wild. Ellie could see her dog’s penis slamming against Alina’s skin, almost denting Alina’s soft ass-cheeks, before it began to slide wetly along the crease between her ass cheeks.
Alina made a growling sound in her throat and lifted her ass fractionally as the pink tip of Knight’s cock began to slam against her tight asshole – the wrong hole. Alina now lifted herself just enough to allow the fully hard cock to line up with her lubricating cunt. She whined in pleasure as the dog’s haunches bunched and he began to thrust the rigid cock into her. She met his thrusts, matching his frantic pace – lifting and fucking the dog with as much vigor as the dog was fucking her. After his knot fully emerged from its sheath, it grew until it approximated the size of a pair of golf balls.
Ellie watched, mesmerized, as the squishing wet sound of that coupling filled the sitting room, along with grunts of pleasure from Alina and soft, almost contented growls from Knight. His knot slapped wetly and noisily against Alina’s dripping, swelling cunt. Before long, it started to slide into her cunt almost as if Alina had somehow dilated her cervix. It disappeared only to pull free again. Alina screamed! Ellie wasn’t sure if it was in pain or pleasure. The dog began to lengthen his thrusts and unbelievably the dog seemed to hump even faster, the wildness of his movements now making Alina’s body shudder as it absorbed more and more of his cock thrusts.
Finally the lump disappeared into Alina, and this time the dog stopped thrusting instantly. Greedily, exhibiting not a scrap of decorum, Alina used both her hands to keep Knight’s massive cock buried inside her. Her body shuddered and her breathing stopped and she let out a satisfied post orgasmic breath, and began to roll her head, groaning and panting like a bitch in heat. Knight stood above her, his forepaws gripping her ribs, as drool dripped from his jowls and splatted onto her back. His saliva rolled across her back and across her flanks. It seemed that a halter dress was not only fashionable but necessary to wear when being fucked by a dog.
Knight’s paws stopped gripping Alina’s ribcage and he stood triumphantly over her, his front paws planted on the small of her back. The crouching woman accepted his cock buried in her sex. Ellie realized with a jolt that she as accepting more than that. His anus and balls were contracting as he filled Alina’s uterus with his pungent inkish-smelling seed. Alina’s cunt expelled air in a reverberating fart that ejected a small portion of the cum filling her. It flowed in thin translucent rivulets down her inner thighs shortly after that pussy fart.
Alina shuddered again, possibly in yet another climax. Ellie watched the pretty Russian’s expression, with her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Then her head slumped down and she made a soft half-groan half-sob as her body shuddered. After a minute or so, she let out a contented sigh. Eyes coming back into focus, she looked up at Ellie. Heedless to proprieties, Ellie had slumped onto the sofa with her own short skirt rucked back, exposing her matted and now creamy vagina to the woman who had mated with her dog.
Alina and the dog were silent and still as statues, for another few minutes before Knight began to move in what looked like a back pedaling motion. This caused another long, loud pussy fart out first from the left side then the right side of Alina's tunnel alongside Knight's softening knot as he pulled himself free of Alina’s cloying vagina. Alina screamed, this time in pain, as the massive ten inch cock and knot slopped free from her over filled cunt. Out from the gaping opening gushed copious gobs of whitish cum that pooled onto the rug beneath Alina’s knees. Knight stepped gingerly away from Alina with his back arched and his softening cock hanging directly down. He twisted and began to lick himself. Alina groaned, the flow of dog semen trickling down her inner thighs. Once his cock was clean enough, Knight moved behind Alina. She remained on her knees as his tongue licked her gaping cunt and lapped up the streams of cum along her inner thighs, and labia.
Alina rolled her head, several times, making more sounds of appreciation as Knight cleaned her. Then, once again showing the agility of a gymnast, she sprang to her feet. “You train puppy good, He good very good. He like Alina, Alina she like him.” She praised him effusively in her native language and stroked Knight’s ears and muzzle. “He cum visit Alina Anytime!” she invited.
Ellie was still breathing heavily, her body reacting to the stimulating scene she'd witnessed. She could feel the wet ooze dribbling from her pussy. She could smell the scent of her arousal over the inkish scent that still filled the air in her sitting room. Her knees were spread wide as she sprawled back on the loveseat. The world movements now seemed to be happening in slow motion.
Alina managed to stand and was smoothing over the wrinkled skirt of her pretty green sundress. She smiled wide a genuine happy carefree smile. “It OK. You have chance now, he very strong, you teached him well, make plenty cum. Is great fuck dog.” Her words were barely registering in Ellie's altered state of mind.
With surprising strength Alina pulled Ellie off the loveseat. But the bewildered Ellie's wobbly knees failed to lock and she sank sprawling onto her knees. Again, the floor seemed to rise to meet her in slow motion.
“You OK Ellie? Alina she help OK?”
Alina lifted Ellie’s short pink skirt and made a clucking sound patting Ellie’s ass. Knight moved to Ellie’s rear and began to lick at the copious ooze flowing from her cunt. “You one lucky bitch!” Alina exclaimed. “You have cunt where normal woman she has asshole. It now no wonder he so good!”
Passage of time snapped back to normal for Ellie. She rolled her hips and her knees slid on her soft broadloom as Knight diligently rasped his tongue across not only her ass but her pussy. Biting her lip, she moaned as the pleasure created by this weird canine cunnilingus intensified. Somehow, almost automatically her chest sank lower and her ass lifted as the dog’s tongue electrified her body. Without warning, her orgasm exploded! Ellie’s breasts flattened against the carpet, she squealed and her pussy gushed a stream of opaque liquid into Knight’s face.
The dog sneezed, yes actually sneezed, and took a small half step backwards, then reared. Unlike his coupling with Alina, his pink tipped cock had already emerged about two inches from its sheath and it slotted into the sloppy confines of her waiting cunt, almost as if this act was natural for both of them. Ellie felt Knight’s haunches coil and bunch as he began to fuck her. There could be no other word or phrase for this action – she was being fucked and fucked hard!
Relentlessly Knight rammed his cock into Ellie, air escaping with an embarrassing farting noise. Knight’s rear paws clawed the carpet for better traction and his cock slid into her deeper and deeper with every uncontrolled thrust! His forepaws gripped her ribcage, his claws ruining her expensive designer crop top. He continued without mercy, instinct driving his haunches. His penis was iron hard and its knobby knot was swollen and slammed incessantly against her too narrow opening, each thrust hurting her opening. The dog’s rear paws carelessly stomped on her wide spread calves as his forepaws gripped at her flanks. He growled his dominance at her.
Ellie’s submissive acceptance of what was happening allowed her body to undergo rapid, natural and instinctive changes and actions. She unashamedly thrust her ass backwards and lifted herself as her dog thrust forward digging his penis into her receptive vagina. From her prior experiences with any sexual activity Ellie'd finally admitted to herself she was over sexed. But this was different. Now suddenly she was over stimulated, higher than any previous state of sexual arousal. Due to this intense arousal, she produced even more of her own natural, slightly tangy lubrication and copious amounts were secreting into and flooding her wet, penis-filled channel. Add to those fluids the fact that Knight was spurting his own precum into her. That heady cocktail was being mixed and shaken with every thrust as he furiously fucked her.
In reaction, Ellie’s vagina also expanded and lengthened, widening its shape, allowing her to accepting the massive organ filling and stretching her. As everything inside expanded, lowering the amount of friction, Knight’s determination to hump his entire cock into her heightened. As he slid the entire length of his cock in front of his burgeoning knot into her, her uterus and cervix were instinctively drawn higher into her pelvis. This seemed to loosen her entrance and create more space to allow her cervix to move. In that instant Knight’s massive knot slid easily into Ellie’s cunt!
The knot slammed in and out of Ellie for maybe ten strokes before her body reacted to the invasion. Her cunt to closed around the knot, preventing it from moving either further in or out. Feeling that grip, the dog stopped thrusting and he growled a low contented growl. Ellie felt that huge lump settle and swell below the super sensitive zone under her clit – this triggered her orgasm. She vocalized a contented squeaky groan as her body shuddered. She stopped breathing. It took seconds before she managed to regain her breath. Her dog still gripped her flanks firmly. Almost every second, his knot vibrated under her clit as a gush of his hot cum streamed into her.
They remained tied for what seemed an eternity. Knight’s forepaws loosened their grip and he stood over her still impaled form. After a while, ever so gently he moved, tugging himself backwards. Ellie screamed! The intense pain enfeebling her, she fell forward as a portion of the softening knot popped free. This was followed by the rest of the enormous organ emerging. Immediately following that, a loud gurgle of wet air and cum spurted from her gaping cunt. Dog seed leaked out of her and dripped into the carpet, creating a saucer sized pool between her thighs. Ellie collapsed.
Knight walked away with his back arched as if he was ashamed of his penis hanging vertically down. He lifted a leg and began to lick himself until his cock shrank and retreated back into its sheath. He ambled over to Ellie who, while sobbing, had managed to crawl back onto her hands and knees. Knight began to lick at her gaping cunt, his tongue licking and soothing her, as well as cleaning her. As she ultimately managed to stand, her body expelled the excess of his seed and it flowed down her legs.
Alina looked at Ellie and seemed to be awestruck . “You maked it look so beautiful!” she gushed. “This boy super stud and make Alina’s boy look very tame. He make you cum so much Alina think maybe you die!” She exclaimed excitedly.
Ellie stood and the room stopped spinning. A pleasant ache and heat still tingled between her legs. Like Alina before her, she smoothed down her wrinkled skirt and pulled her torn blouse into some semblance of modesty. Ellie took hold of Alina, drawing her close in a hug, their bodies molding into each other. “This was my first time,” she whispered.