Desperate Times, Desperate Measures
This is just a very quick story, just to get me back into my groove. If you enjoy it, however, I encourage you to check out some of my better works (like 'The Experience' and the opposite to this story, 'Heated Experience')
Courtney hated herself now, she had waited too long, and now her lusts were flooding her mind, overwhelming her.
"Gotta get home, gotta get home," She muttered to herself, trying to keep the burning desire clenched tightly between her thighs. "Sweet Benny will help me out."
Ben was at home, she recalled his shift hours in the back of her mind, focusing to keep her car on the road, she could just run inside, drop everything, and jump into his arms. Then after a half-hour of passionate lovemaking, they would collapse against one another, whispering sweet ‘I love yous' and stroking one another's skin.
Just the thought of it made her tremble more, and a car horn blared as she veered into the oncoming lane. With a shriek she jerked the car back into her lane, her heart beating even faster. "Ohhh god...oh my god."
The door slammed against the wall as she fell into her apartment, kicking it shut behind her, and tearing off the silk scarf around her neck. By the time she reached the bedroom, she was wearing nothing but stockings and a smile, though it quickly faded when she discovered the bed was empty, and a small note was pinned to the pillow by a chocolate heart.
"Ffffff-" She bit her tongue and snatched up the note, reading it desperately.
_Went to go drinking with friends, staying at Paul's, Love you!
Benny <3_
"No....no no no...why Benny?" She groaned and tucked her hand between her thighs, though she knew it would do her no good, "what am I gonna do till morning?"
She stood, and staggered out into the hall, her fingers gently wriggling between her legs, keeping her whole body just under it's threshold of desire. Thick juices trickled down her thighs, dripping onto the carpet, and she moaned through her clenched teeth. She picked up her shirt, clutching it in her free hand, and then her pants, purse, and jacket. With another moan, she tossed the clothes onto the couch and flopped down next to them, speeding up her fingers. Suddenly a thought hit her; she hadn't picked up her underwear.
Drawing her fingers from her treasure, she pushed herself up onto her feet, and looked around the corner. There was no sign of the black silk-and-lace panties Benny had bought her. Now she was concerned, searching the hall and the half-open closet door-...nothing. Then a sound caught her ears, a familiar noise. Suddenly she knew where her underwear had disappeared to.
"Rustyyyy..." She groaned softly, and a dappled red hound emerged from the bathroom, her underwear nestled between his teeth, wagging his tail. "Come here boy, give me back my panties."
The dog obeyed, coming close and dropping the panties at her feet, and then ducking his head down and licking at them. She watched his tongue drag across the inside of her underwear, and suddenly the desire in her cunny flared, -not to be touched, or played with, but for him, for Rusty.
Though in an alternate state of mind, Courtney had the sense to shake her head and back away, but the dog was a step ahead, stepping forward and pressing his muzzle to her crotch, his cold nose grazing the half-swollen pleasure button of her clit. She moaned, and any desire to stop him melted away with the soft sound of utmost pleasure.
Juices trickled down Courtney's thighs as she grabbed Rusty's collar and towed him to the couch, lying on her back, spreading her legs, and letting his tongue lavish her most sensitive areas. Heated, passionate moans filled the air as the canine's wide, flat tongue roughly massaged her cunny, cleaning off the juices, penetrating her, and most of all, rubbing her clit. She could hardly contain herself from screaming in bliss each time the rough animal tongue ran the length of her intimate lips, then back down again. It was beyond anything she had ever felt, rough, but pleasurable, fast but long-lasting, perfect, and to her great pleasure, repetitive. Each lick touched the same perfect spots again and again, building heat and orgasm with every slurp.
"Ohhh Rusty, Oh god...good boy....you're such a good boy...ohhh yes!" She murred and dug her fingers into the ruff around his neck, pulling him in closer. Rusty didn't mind, his tail just wagged faster as she pulled his mouth closer to the taste he enjoyed so much. He could do this forever, or at least until-
"Ahhh- AHH! Rusty! Ohhh god yes!" Her hips bucked sharply, insides clenching on themselves as the first orgasm in weeks rocked her body. More juices flowed out, and the canine happily lapped it up, licking her swollen-plump treasure clean.
She couldn't take it now; she had to have him...all of him.
The dog tilted his head as Courtney slid onto her knees in front of him, and bent over the seat of the couch, presenting her flawlessly curved backside to him. He stopped closer, and licked along the length of her crotch, and then, as suddenly as her desire for him doubled, he mounted her.
"Yes, yes...oh yes...." She could barely speak, her whole body shivering.
Though the creature had never mated before, it let instinct take over, and no sooner was he mounted than his paws were tightly wrapped around her waist, and the tip of his length was poking at the entrance to her treasure. Once he found the tight entrance, Rusty bucked sharply, sinking his long, slender shaft deep into her.
Courtney yelped and dug her nails into the couch cushion as the dog's hips began furiously bucking against her backside, pumping her with more vigor and desire than any man she had ever seen. Each thrust finding its way deeper than she had ever felt in her life. It was perfect, perhaps even better than perfect. It was visceral, rough, passionate...the only word she could use accurately was primal. It was a primal instinct in both their bodies, the need to mate, and together they were satisfying that desire, and then some.
After a few minutes, both male and female had found a steady pace to follow, bodies thumping together, chests heaving, moans filling the air. Courtney was in heaven, and she only wished she could have known about such pleasures earlier, it would've saved her a broken heart many times. She held Rusty's paws and thrusted her hips back against his stiff length, letting him sink in as deep as she could get him. It felt amazing, the way her insides would stretch to accommodate his length, clutch him as he pulled back, and then spread again as he slammed back in. It was a normal feeling but sped up to the point where every time her walls were clutching at him, he was already thrusting back in. It was overwhelmingly blissful.
Or at least, until he started to cum into her. At that point, the sensations took a turn for the extreme, to the point where her body had totally taken over. Her hips slammed back against the Canine, taking in his entire length and the base, which was quickly swelling to tie them together. She moaned and felt another orgasm slam her intimate regions, and a thick river of creamy fluid oozed down her thigh; she had ejaculated for the first time.
Rusty groaned as her insides clenched around his length, and more of his thick canid cum emptied into her, shooting against her cervix and pooling inside her. She yowled in bliss as the warm fluid oozed into her womb, filling her completely.
Though as she tried to pull away, she remembered the knot, or rather, it forced her to remember, as it pulled against the insides of her now-tender cunny. She gasped and pressed back against Rusty's warm belly, his hips still instinctively bucking as the last strands of canine seed flowed into her well-used treasure.
It sloshed inside her, sticking to the inner walls, pressing against tender nerves, getting her more and more excited- god if that canine length wasn't out of her soon, she would orgasm herself into a coma.
Another orgasm struck her, and she cried to the heavens, pulling away from Rusty. As much as it hurt, the knot popped free of her cunny with the sound of a wet kiss, and a river of cum followed quickly after, stimulating a final orgasm from her tortured body.
"Ohhh my god...good boy..."
Rusty dismounted her, and dove between her thighs, tenderly licking their mixed fluids from the outer lips of her treasure, cleaning her thighs, and helping her final orgasm wane slowly. She mewled and trembled as the dog licked her clean, and then walked over to his pillow in the corner of the room and laid down.
With her last jolt of energy, Courtney heaved herself onto the couch, cupped her hand over her crotch, closed her eyes, and drifted off.
I wish I could do this every night...
...Perhaps I can.