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Monica checked the clock again, petting her dog, Fezzi. He was whining, of course, but not for dinner. "Not yet," the cougar shook her head. "I've got to call it in, first."

The St. Bernard didn't care that she was a cat - he loved her anyway. "Hello, Custer's Pizza?" the thirty-eight year old woman said. "Yes. No, thank you. A large supreme, hand-tossed. Deliver to 341 West Bell Street."

She had to push the large dog's head away, though she had him beat by a few pounds. The sturdy feline was thick and muscular from years of walking big dogs, plus her natural body type. He kept trying to sneak his head up under her silky bathrobe. "Forty-five minutes?" she exclaimed, as usual. "If you can get it here in less than thirty, I can promise a big tip."

She hung up. The sign on the door was already there "Can't hear the knock - just come in." Now it was just a matter of time before the pizza guy arrived and opened that door. Only time would tell what he would find. Leaning back in her recliner, the middle-aged spinster untied her bathrobe, letting it fall open to reveal her naked, tawny body, tail twitching. Fezzi knew what this meant. "Good boy," she grinned.

Without his master impeding him, the St. Bernard quickly wedged himself between her legs, his massive muzzle open and drooling as he began to lick her. Monica moaned, staring up at the front door. Would tonight be the night? Would they finally deliver it in time? Her heart thumped at the prospect of being caught in the act, and knowing what that might mean. The cougar spread her legs even further, tucking her tail out of the way as that huge, wet tongue pushed through her wet, trembling folds.

Two dozen times, she'd done this. She timed it out perfectly - ten minutes of licking, five minutes of mounting, and then fifteen minutes tied, helpless, locked in front of the door. The closest the delivery boys had come was thirty-five minutes, more than enough time for her to clean herself up and answer the door in her bathrobe. She kept giving out hints aside from her scent, that next time they might want to deliver to 341 West Bell just a little bit faster. They had no idea what was stuck up between her legs underneath that robe.

Fezzi was no romantic, but he was eager, lapping hard against her cunny and gulping down her growing arousal. She had to bite a finger to keep from crying out, her mind focused on that door. If things went terribly, her life might be over. What if the delivery guy was some sort of devout Christian? But that was part of the game. She vowed to do whatever he wanted...and her imagination always went wild. What if he took her back in his car, sucking him off the whole way, and then he shared her with the rest of the night crew? She shivered, glancing at the clock.

Seven minutes already - she so quickly lost track of herself under Fezzi's licks. The cougar slid her paws up to her large, light-brown breasts, pressing her hips up against her St. Bernard's muzzle. Again and again a loud wet _smack_rang out as he plunged into her, making the middle-aged woman mewl like a kitten. She curled her toes, barely able to hang on. His drooling licks more than prepped her pretty pussy for what was to come next. She bit her lip, noticing that another four minutes had passed - she was overdue.

Taking a deep breath, the horny cat rolled over, sliding her knees onto the floor, bent over the recliner. Fezzi knew what to do when he saw her smooth, round rump, tail flung to the side. There, in full view of the door, the large white-and-brown-spotted canine hopped onto Monica's back, wrapping his paws around her hips. "Fezzi!" she yowled, and he obediently pressed his red tip up against her sopping pussy lips.

Taking the large dog had been a challenge at first, but Monica knew exactly how far apart to set her legs, and exactly the right angle to drop her hips as the whuffing_St. Bernard hammered up and into her, spearing her slick slit in one smooth motion. He was wider in the middle, making the cougar's eyes pop wide open as he wedged himself deeper. She could feel his heavy panting on the back of her neck, the drool spilling onto her nape, but nothing could beat the steady _thump, thump of his heavy thrusts. He drilled her into the chair, the shocks squeaking loudly with every hump.

"Good boy, Fezzi!" she growled, digging her claws into the familiar tears on the upholstery. The giant dog pounded deeper, squeezing the widest part of his throbbing shaft into her tunnel. At least, the widest part so far. With a grunt, he hilted himself inside his mewing master, his big, fat balls quivering against her thighs. Monica bit her lip, looking at the clock - he was taking his time. She really shouldn't let him knot...but she knew she wasn't going to stop him. She just whispered, "Hurry..."

This was the best part. She could feel him growing inside of her, the base of his shaft shoving and spreading her pussy apart, making her bulge like a water balloon beneath her tail. His huge cock stretched her to the breaking point, filling her fuller than any limp-dicked leopard or lion had ever managed. That knot thrummed inside her, rubbing every inch of her slick tunnel and pounding every spot she had at once. Soon, she was humping back like an eager bitch, whining, squeezing down so hard she locked him inside her.

With a loud wuff! in her ear, Fezzi leaned forward, tugging back on her hips, and her ear flicked as the first, loud spurt launched into her wet womb. She yowled and snarled and shredded the fluff inside the cushion of her recliners, every muscle tensing as she came hard, taking note of the clock - two minutes overdue, before she dissolved into shuddering moans. Fezzi, tied, leaned forward and hammered like a piston, balls churning as he launched squirt after squirt into his master's muff, his sharp, fast thrusts driving her wild.

Because of her species, she didn't have to worry about the dog's seed taking, so she just leaned forward and took it all, straight into her womb, the sticky, bubbling cum absolutely coating her insides. "Aaaah!" she moaned, still cumming even when her beloved pet shrugged and hopped off her back, his cock still trapped inside. He wagged his tail across her back, glancing over his shoulder at his bred bitch, panting. Another job well done, but if he took as long as usual to shrink, she wasn't going to be out until thirty-three minutes. This was her favorite part, her heart pounding as she purred and groaned, staring over her shoulder at the door that any second could open to the luckiest pizza guy in the world. She'd angled the chair so that he'd see everything, the knotted pair at an angle that made the huge bulge quite clear. Shivering, she massaged her bloated pussy, feeling it throb as the dog continued to seed her.

On average, the pizza didn't arrive until 39 minutes, and it had never arrived as early as it would have to. She panted, the excitement slowly wearing off as she realized she was probably safe. Already Fezzi was slowing down, his knot softening inside her. She shivered at the thought of simply closing her bathrobe, and answering the door absolutely stinking of rutting dog, her pussy dripping on the carpet as she made the exchange. If only they knew what awaited them if they rushed the order...

Gently, she massaged her big St. Bernard, yowling softly as he started to tug. "Not yet," she chided, looking at the clock. Twenty-eight minutes. That's why, when she heard the knob turn and a loud click, she jumped, her neck-fur bristling. Had it finally happened!? She stared at the front door, heart stopped, still tied to her dog. What if he didn't take her offer? What if he called the police? Ears flat, she watched in horror as the door opened to reveal...

A stunned, wide-eyed pizza girl.