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"I'm not a fucktoy," was Lucy's first thought in the Morning. It was Monday morning, and she was slowly waking up from her dreams. Some parts of her brain were still hunting that yummy rabbit for the hundredth time, others were already upset about the upcoming day. Every Monday they would meet Jack at the park. A good looking sporty Australian shepherd. His fur had way too many colors for Lucy's taste, but he was sporty and agile. He could have been such a great guy if he would not always accuse her of being her owner's fucktoy.

"I'm not a fuckTOY," she thought again.

Slowly she started stretching her body. The muscle contractions moved over her body like a wave. First the neck, then the front legs, followed by back and hind legs in one fluid motion. She loved that new orthopedic bed her owner bought. In winter she would cuddle up against her owner and enjoy the intimacy and warmth of his body, but now in summer that was just too hot. After waking up in puddles of sweat for too many times her owner bought her this wonderful ergonomic doggy bed. A two-zone memory foam mattress surrounded by a plushy ring of foam at the perfect high to rest her head on. It was a dream.

"A perfect bed for a perfect girl," her owner told her, when he presented it to her for the first time. She would always give her best to be that perfect girl to her owner.

She stood up and stretched again. Her muscles contracted and relaxed again beneath her short yellow fur. Keeping that body in shape was a lot of work. Daily exercises, regular visits at the groomer and veterinarian and of course a lot of good old tongue cleaning.

She rolled up like a ball again and started to inspect her body. Her nose moved up and down her legs and every tiny spot of dirt was immediately licked away. Once her legs were fully clean, she stuck her nose under her tail and gave her pucker a few good licks until it only tasted like wet skin. She never understood why humans act like this would be disgusting. Cleaning is a fundamental purpose of a tongue, so why would it be wrong to use it that way. She did not particularly like the taste, but she also did not like the smell of human cleaning products either.

She spread her hind legs wide and thoroughly inspected her underside. Like every day, she was pleased to look at her ten perfectly shaped nipples that sprouted from the side of her chest and her soft but flat belly. Her nose reached her vulva and she liked the view. Not inverted, no big fold at the top, reasonably sized. As perfect as a labrador could look like. It was perfect like the drawing in an anatomy book. Others may have called it "private parts", but she did not understand that. Nothing was private about it. "It's visible to anyone who looks at me from behind when I wag my beautiful tail," was her opinion on that topic.

While looking at it she realized that there was a spot of white and gooey stuff right at her entrance. Usually, she would clean it at once after the cuddly session with her owner has ended. She loved how he seemed to enjoy and observe the cleaning and call her a "good girl" while watching. Sadly, from time to time she stopped too early, and a leftover bit would leak overnight.

She started to carefully lick at her vulva. After everything visible from the outside was gone, she parted her lips with her tongue and moved on to the inside. She loved the taste, both her owner's and her own. Her hip started to roll and hump when her tongue hit her clitoris. She was always embarrassed about that. Her hip started moving, without her brain giving the command to do so. It just happened, but she had to continue until all her owner's taste was gone and only the taste of her own flesh was left. Lick after lick, hump after hump her owners taste slowly went away.

"I'm a good girl! The best of them all!" she was sure.

She was already clean but decided to continued the rhythm of lick and hump. It was not only the hip rocking. She could also feel the muscles inside and above her cunny contracting in the same rhythm. Lick, hump, clench. Lick, hump, clench. She was long past the point where she was removing scent and taste. Her owner's was gone for sure, but her own one was increasing every cycle.

Suddenly she was interrupted when she heard her owner call from the kitchen "Lucy, your breakfast is ready!"

"Thank you! I'm coming," she replied.

Sadly, everything her owner could hear was some sort of muffled growls and very low volume barks. The typical sounds that dogs make all the time when interacting with each other, from a human's perspective. Some esoteric hippies say that they believe that this is actually a language, and dogs would be talking to each other like humans. For the broad majority of humans that was unthinkable and plain stupid. If that would be true, they would need to realize that they are keeping intelligent sapient beings as slaves. Some loving them, others being pure sadists and everything in between. After all, dogs seemed to accept their fate as slaves after spending their lives as slaves for hundreds of generations. So, they collectively decided to not think about it and call everyone who does think about it an esoteric hippie.

She walked into the kitchen straight towards her bowl of food. Her tail was high up in the air and wagging at the same time. She could feel his stare on her fresh cleaned vulva, and she loved it.

After finishing her breakfast, she went to the front door and her owner was already waiting for her. She was pleased with the super soft collar he put around her neck. It would not damage her fur and was only required for legal reasons after all. He took her leash, which he did not connect to her collar and was merely an accessory and opened the door.

The beginning of the walk towards he local park was unspectacular. Her owner greeted other humans; she greeted other dogs. No real conversation happened, and she was glad about that.

The closer they came to the small grassy area at the backside of the park, that barely anyone was visiting, the more nervous she got. She knew that they would meet Jack and his owner. At those meetings was always high tension in the air. Somehow, she liked him, but on the other side he could be a big asshole if he had a difficult day.

She could smell him before she saw him, so she knew he was there.

"Hello, my little fucktoy, how was your day?" He shouted in her direction the moment he came in line of sight.

"I'm not a fucktoy!" she replied shouting angry towards him.

They both waited until they were close enough to talk instead of screaming before they continued. Both knew very well that their owners did not like it if they scream at each other so loud that half the city could hear them.

"I'm not a fucktoy and you know that," she said as calm as she could in this situation.

"I could smell what you did last evening before you even reached the park," he replied.

"No, you could not," she said while turning her backside towards him. She made sure her vulva would end up a few centimeters away from his nose. "I did a good job in cleaning it. You can't smell anything from last night"

"What's wrong with you girl. Every time we meet you sound as if you would even like to be his little pocket pussy," he calmly said "It's time that the resistance shows up and frees you."

"What resistance? Everyone talks about that resistance, but has anyone even actually seen one of them? It's a fairytale, but I understand that you want to believe it. You need help."

"Me? Your owner is keeping you as his personal fucktoy. I want to reach the national finals and compete for the win. That dream would be over if I leave my owner. You have no dream, no plan, you could go and have a better life."

"I have a dream and a goal. I want a peaceful life with tasty food and no worries. I'm living my dream right now!"

"As a fucktoy. What a dream."

"As a lover," she replied harshly "If I'm a fucktoy, what are you? A piece of sports equipment? I know how he treats you."

"Hard training is the way to success! There is nothing wrong with that. He is always fair. If I do something wrong, I get punished, but if I do something good, I also get great rewards."

She was pissed off by his attitude and said, "If you are so well trained, you should also train your nose if you think that there is still smell left" and pushed her cunny right onto his nose. "Tell me what you can smell!"

The moment he touched her felt like slow motion to him. First his nose touched the outside of her labia. He could feel how her soft lips slowly compress under the pressure of his nose and soon the whole front of his nose was in contact with her female part. Then, due to the slight angle she was moving towards him, her lips parted just a little bit, and he touched the inside of her lips. They felt warm, soft and moist. The smell was incredible. He had smelled bitches from a few centimeters distance a lot of times, but that was too much for him. Without even thinking about it he stuck out his tongue and gave her a lick. The sensation of that lick was gorgeous. First the mild taste of the skin on the outside, then the smell of her juices on the inside. She was right, there was no smell or taste of human left. It was all hers. He wished that this moment would last forever.

"No!" was the sharp command of his owner that brought him back to reality.

He immediately stepped half a meter away but said nothing.

"I don't know what's wrong with them," said Lucy's owner, "sometimes they try to kill each other, sometimes they are more friendly than what they should be."

Jack's owner wanted to know "Is she in heat?"

"No!" he answered way too fast. "I check for it every evening," did not make it much better.

"Ah, well. At least you care for her, instead of neglecting your doglike others do," was Jack's owners try to get out of this embarrassing situation.

"I give my best, but we should continue our walk now," Lucy's owner said while already starting to walk away.

Lucy followed him but kept looking back at Jack. His owner knelt next to him. With his left hand he was petting Jacks head, and he positioned himself so that he could whisper in Jacks ear. At the same time his right hand disappeared in the long fur on Jacks backside.

Suddenly Jack stiffened and Lucky could hear his owner whisper "Next time I stop when you scream, not when you freeze."

"That's you fault fucktoy!" Jack tried to shout at Lucy, but he could not finish the sentence. The "u" turned into a loud, piercing scream.

"That is for barking in my ear," was barely understandable for Lucy.

Lucy's owner stopped and turned around towards Jack. His owner quickly stood up and said, "When he barked, I tried to step in his way, seems I accidentally stepped on his paw. Poor boy."

Jack stared angry at Lucy, but she immediately looked away. She knew that it was, at least partially, her fault. Her owner turned around again, without saying anything and they continued their walk.

"I may have caused the initial situation, but it was his decision to shout right into his owners' ear. That was not my fault," she said to herself in an attempt to reduce her feeling of guilt.

Back at home Lucy had a quite boring afternoon. Her owner sat in a chair in front of a monitor, clicking and typing stuff at the PC. Lucy did not really care about the day. She was happily anticipating the evening.

"Come on, let's go to the bed, " were the words Lucy was waiting for. Even though she now had her own bed for sleeping, she still loved their daily ritual before going to sleep.

She jumped onto the bed and put her tail to the side, like a bitch in heat would do. While she was not in heat at the moment, she still enjoyed the intimacy and physical stimulation every evening. She made sure that her owner would have a perfect view of her cunny when he entered the room.

"I love you girly. Always ready for me," he whispered upon that sight.

He came closer and pulled down his pajama pants. She could see that his penis is still half flaccid, with his glands fully covered by his foreskin. In this condition he was useless for her, and she knew exactly what she wanted. She turned around and immediately started licking on him. She started by giving licks all over. The tip, the shaft, the balls. Getting everything wet and sloppy. She could feel and see his penis getting harder. Soon her owner started to move his hand up and down his shaft and eventually pulled back his foreskin, exposing his sensible glands. She moved her tongue towards it in an instant and started licking his tip. She enjoyed the taste that had built up during the day. Her owner was not unhygienic by any means, but he prefers to take the shower in the morning, so he could start fresh in the day. Fourteen hours later is enough for a dog to find plenty of smell and taste. Once all the taste was gone, she moved towards the balls and crotch. His nutsack did not taste much, but she loved the area behind it, between the legs. There is nothing those humans can do to prevent a sweaty smell and taste to build up during a day.

When she was done licking, she turned around and presented her pussy to her owner again like a bitch in standing heat. He touched her lips very carefully and slightly parted them with two fingers, just enough to get a good look at her clitoris. She could feel the chilly air on her clitoris for a few seconds and was not pleased by it.

"I'm not into standing today," he said calmly as he suddenly pulled away her legs and made her land on her side. She did not really care as the bed was incredibly soft and comfortable. Instead, she rolled on her back and spread her legs as wide as she could.

"So, missionary it is today," she thought.

He rubbed her chest and belly, making sure all her nipples get a swift touch. Starting at the front of her chest he rolled her nipples between his fingers and the started to lick them. Nipple by nipple he massaged it, licked it and then suckled at it. Lucy enjoyed the body contact and intimacy with her owner. Stimulating her nipples was not sexually arousing to her, but he was slowly moving down her belly towards the part that would get her pleasured. He was so damn close to her vulva that his chin was already touching it, while he was playing with her last row of nipples. Lucy already got wet inside from just thinking about what was going to happen next.

He gave a gentle kiss on her closed lips. A very gentle kiss like someone would give to a child's forehead. "I love you my sexy girly," he barely whispered and gave her another kiss. A few seconds later he opened his lips and started to take her whole vulva in his mouth. Slowly and gentle sucking it and caressing it with his tongue. His tongue licked on the outside of her cunt at first. Then he stuck it inside her, just enough to give her clitoris a little flick. Her hips immediately rocked forward and pushed her fortune cookie against his mouth. She wanted him deeper and knew that she needed to relax, so he could go further in. She would try to relax as good as she could, to open up the way for his tongue, while he would try to give her clit the perfect flick to make her involuntary hump. While playing this little game, they have played so many times before, she got wetter and wetter on her inside. Eventually he plunged his tongue as deep inside her as he possibly could. The muscles of her vagina clenched rhythmically around it.

He removed his tongue from her pussy and pushed himself forward with his arms, so that his hip would end up on her's. He spread her labia with his left hand and inserted his penis in one uninterrupted slow motion. She could feel his penis moving inside. Every millimeter it moved forward provided more stimulation to her. "I love you girl," he softly moaned the moment he was fully inside of her. He gently pulled his penis back out a bit and pushed inside her again. Again, and again. All the time his shaft was rubbing along her clitoris. Her vagina started to clench and tried to grab his penis. She could feel the resistance his penis provided to her clenching, but there was nothing to grab. In and out it went. Increased pleasure and tension built up inside of her. It was nearly too much to bear. She just wanted to let go and release all that tension, but she couldn't. She was pinned on her back unable to move, with each of his thrusts building up more and more tension inside of her. She started to struggle and wiggle a bit. He grabbed her with hands and kept her in place. "Almost done girly," he moaned and just continued. Thrust after thrust he added more stimulation to her vagina, that already was stimulated to its limit. A few moments later he squirted his semen inside her. That moment he let go of her and she instantaneously jumped up. All that built up tension of pleasure released in just one moment. Full of joy and relieve she jumped around in circles on the bed. After a few moments of enjoying her life, she went towards her owner and started to lick his penis. She did not want to waste one single drop of his precious juice. After the drop at the tip of his penis was gone, she curled up and started to lick her vulva.

He sat next to her and watched her with a smile in his face.

She tried to lick as much of his semen from her lips as she could. Her vagina was still pulsating and clenching, but instead of adding more stimulation like his penis, she allowed herself to slowly calm down and relax. When she was confident that she did a better job than last evening she stretched herself and went to her doggy bed.

"Good night girly," Her owner said and moved into sleeping position as well. "Tomorrow, we have to go to bed without that fun. You have an appointment at the new groomer on Wednesday and I don't want him to be suspicious if he finds some evidence."

"Ah, I remember. Good old Maria is enjoying her holidays right now. I tried to forget about that. Maria is a great groomer; I don't want to get groomed by someone else. Especially not by this new young guy. Everyone in the park is talking about him. Some love him, some hate him, but no one says what is actually the matter. It feels like it's one of those secret clubs that you are only allowed to talk about if you passed an initiation ritual or something stupid like that," she sighted "Guess I will get to know on Wednesday"

Her mind wandered back to Jack in the morning. "Why does he think that I need rescue and help?" she thought. "My life is a dream. Having a bit too much pleasure then I can bear may be a bit uncomfortable at the moment, but still, it's too much pleasure. That's a luxury problem I have. I know what his owner was doing to Jack's genitals, but still, he wants me to get help. He is the one that needs help. I may get a little bit too much pleasure from time to time, but he gets actual pain, for merely nothing. Still, he thinks that his life is fine, while I would need help. I'll never understand that guy."

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