1000 Words: The Black Lab
#1 of 1000 Words: Picture Stories
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This story belongs to my new series: 1000 Words: Picture Stories. If a picture is worth a thousand words, can I paint a picture with the same limitation? The stories in this folder are self-contained, and not interrelated, other than the requirement that they contain exactly 1000 words.
Looking around, I pray the others are sound asleep. Just a few closed doors separate me from prying eyes and ears, and though I didn't know for sure what was about to happen, I knew I wouldn't want to be interrupted.
She is beautiful, my black lab, with her silky sheen coat. I wouldn't have said anything like that a week earlier. She is in heat, and finally at the stage where she is desperate. She pushes her rump at me, brushing against me while looking confused, not sure what strange feelings were even now overtaking her.
Gently I reach out for her. I touch her taint, and she instinctively can do nothing but hold her tail rigid and to the side, standing perfectly still, looking back and waiting for something even she isn't sure about. I move my hand down, causing her legs to tremble, the damp, enlarged source of her sensual confusion clenching slightly at my touch.
She's clearly ready, and desperately in need, so I can't resist grabbing her around her waist and pushing my stomach up against her furred rump. She whimpers in confusion and lust, pushing her rump towards me without fully understanding what's going on. I wonder for the thousandth time whether I should be doing this. Is she too young and inexperienced? Am I?
But instincts are a powerful thing, and she keeps her tail aside, even though she feels like tucking it between her legs. She can sense my erection behind her, between her trembling legs, inches from her opening. I raise myself up, gently, putting more of my weight upon her back, my arms holding her in place around her waist. I reposition her with my hand, pulling her back until my tip is pressing up against her tender opening.
She yelps at the pressure against her sensitive opening, but spreads her legs and her tail for me. I know now that she wants me, that she is willing and eager to feel me inside her. Gently, I probe her, pushing just the tip inside of her. She goes crazy, thrusting her hips instinctively, which turns out badly as she slides herself off of me.
She's expecting me, needs me to be firmer, more eager, like the dog her instincts are expecting.
I lean forward more, resting more of my weight on her as I get an even stronger grip with my hands, and then I do as she demands, holding her firm as I push my way inside of her. Not just the tip this time. I keep pushing until I'm up inside of her, deep. The center of her pleasure is an inch within her passageway, and my rock-hard cock is now pressed up against it.
Again she goes crazy, but I hold her steady as she begins to tug powerfully on my erection, thrusting her hips madly as they gyrate around my sensitive organ. I wrap my arms around her in a warm embrace as we ride the pleasure together. I begin to thrust back and forth, carefully enough to make sure she stays put, pushing inside of her until her rump is flush with my abs. Then slowly I draw out of her, while she pants, whining for more.
I worry the others will hear her high pitched squeals, but I hear no movement from the other rooms. I'm not sure anymore if I would stop if I heard someone approach. She needed me, and I needed her.
Again I push into her and she moans, out of her mind in pleasure, her entire body quivering in my grasp. I hold her still, though her knees are weak and threatening to give. With one hand I rub along her stomach, every few inches brushing against her immature teats, while I continue to pound her, her slick juices now coating my staff. I'm starting to lose control myself, releasing the first drops of my passion into her. I'm breathing heavily now, gasping for breath as her tight passageway clenches around my cock. She whines for me, thrusting her hips, begging to receive my load.
Faster and faster I thrust, until my own frenetic pace matches hers. Still the tempo builds, our moans and gasps joining each other until I can hold on no longer. With three more powerful thrusts into her tight canal, now well-lubricated, I grab her waist and pull her back hard, hilting myself within her. It's a half-second later that I erupt, semen pulsing down my shaft and flooding out into her, finally fulfilling her desperate need.
She barks as her body reacts, shuddering around me as I fill her warm insides. Even lost as I am to the pleasure, I reach out with one hand to clasp gently but firmly over her muzzle, her barks turning into whimpers. I can only pray that no one comes to investigate. It's far too late to hide what I've been doing. If someone came, they would find us together on the floor, locked in a forbidden embrace.
I hug her as we continue to thrust against each other, my penis now slick with our combined fluids while pleasure courses through our bodies with no end in sight. Until finally I collapse, using one arm to help prop myself up so that she doesn't bear my full weight on her already trembling and weak knees.
Moaning, we catch our breaths, my cock still deep within her as the contented afterglow overwhelms our now sluggish minds. When the pressure on my sensitive erection is finally too much to bear, I slip out of her, and she turns to lick my face. I cup her head in my hands, petting her while her tail wags emphatically. Opening my mouth, I let her kiss me.
She is such a beautiful dog. A good dog. I love her, happy to finally be able to express it. But most importantly, above all other concerns wracking my mind, I know that she loves me.