Darling
I have decided to re-post my stories.
Pistol © Her Player
Kitch © Bemani Dog
WARNING: This contains graphic depictions of heterosexual sexual acts. Minors ought not to read this story. If you are not of a legal age to view this material, you should back away from it. You have been warned.
After a long, hard afternoon and evening at work, Pistol, a 22-year-old female coyote, got out of her car and walked up to the door of the apartment. When she opened the door, she could not believe what she saw.
Any place with a flat surface--the kitchen island to the right, the TV, every table--had lit candles upon them. The main area of the apartment was lit to a soft, romantic glow. Beneath the coyote's feet, a light path of mixed-color rose petals led into the apartment and to the right, by the dining room table. Upon it, in a vase, were two fresh-cut roses: one red, the other peach. Pistol's eyes lit up as she realized there was only one person here, and it was not her roommate. The weight of the day's woes instantly lifted, she strode down the path of rose petals to the door of her room...
Pistol's boyfriend, Kitch, a 23-year-old male rottweiler, was reclined on her bed wearing a pair of sky blue boxer briefs when his sensitive floppy ears picked up the sound of the key going into the apartment's lock. He had been given the spare key by his girlfriend, so he set everything up and bribed her roommate into spending the night with her own boyfriend. He turned off the television and waited, hearing the soft footfalls stop for a moment, then resume.
It felt like an eternity, but a few seconds later, the bedroom door opened. Pistol's suspicions were confirmed when she saw the slightly pudgy rottweiler smiling to her, leaning back on his forepaws on her bed. Kitch stood up and met her half-way as she entered, taking the coyote into his arms and giving her a deep tender kiss. He released it with a soft murr and gazed into his lover's eyes. "Hey yotegirl," he said softly.
"Hey yourself, pup," she retorted with a little smirk. "I see you decided to come up today."
He smiled and licked the left side of her tawny-furred muzzle, pulling her lithe frame a bit closer. "I had to see you, Pistol." His paws gently stroked against the small of her back.
Pistol gently rubbed her paws over Kitch's softly-furred chest, then pulled away from the rottie and gave a soft woof. "You mind if I freshen up, get into something more comfortable?" With a nod from Kitch, she padded over to her closet and looked back with a wink. "I won't be long, sweet puppy," she softly cooed as she went across the way into the bathroom.
The plan was set into motion. As he waited, Kitch went over to the pile of his clothing and pulled from a front pocket of his cargo shorts a three-pack of condoms he had brought for this purpose, opening it and setting the individually-wrapped rubbers on a nightstand to the left of the bed. He paced briefly at times, just a bit nervous, even though they were quite experienced together. He always was a bit nervous, even though Pistol always told him how good he was, both as a person and as a lover.
When the door opened, the rottweiler's brown eyes turned to the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. The tawny coyote stood there in a sheer black babydoll, with a black thong underneath. Pistol sauntered up to her boyfriend and raised her paws to caress his jowls gently, drawing him into another warm kiss. Kitch's paws moved to caress the sides of the coyote female's waist, pulling her gently toward him, the silk of her lingerie brushing against the fur of his chest and tummy.
Kitch moved Pistol over to the side of the bed and gently sat her down upon its edge. He kneeled beside her; the two lovers letting actions speak in place of words. The dog first kissed ever so lightly against the side of the coyote's neck, and then his paws slipped under her babydoll and all the way up to her firm breasts, stroking them gently, fingertips lightly caressing her nipples, eliciting the first soft moan from her lips.
After a little bit of the breast stimulation, Kitch's hands slid down his girlfriend's body, grasping her thong and pulling it off of her smoothly, leaving Pistol bare except for the slip. It flowed enough that the rottweiler was able to push his head under, his paws on the coyote's knees spreading them apart, as his long tongue darted out and gently stroked over her soft mound, tasting and inhaling the slightest pheromones of arousal.
Pistol rolled her head down against her chest and moaned once more as Kitch slid a paw up one of her inner thighs and spread her labia open with two fingers, allowing his tongue to dart forward, and push against her inner slit and her clitoral hood. He began to eat his lover's sex, his fangs gently massaging her swollen outer flesh as his tongue swirled about the sensitive inner flesh normally hidden and protected by her vulva. Minutes seemed like hours for the stimulation, making the poor coyote squirm and lay back on the bed, panting softly and calling out her lover's name, "ahhhhh... oh Kitch... oh... darling..."
That was the magic word. "Darling." Kitch loved when Pistol's heavenly voice said that word in his ears. With that, he went after the yotegirl's soft mound fervently and proceeded to lick so very deep and firmly inside her, probing her flesh until he finds her place inside, hearing her start to moan a bit softer...
The female's muscles tensed a bit. She couldn't believe that, only a few weeks before, he was a virgin. He licked her and made love with her so wonderfully when they were together. Soon, her moans quickened greatly and she called out, "Kitch... Kitch... kitch-kitch-kitch..." over and over as she began to cum right there. He withdrew his tongue from Pistol's clenching loins, rising to watch his lover writhe in her climax.
Kitch gently pushed Pistol fully back on her bed, then slid down his boxers. It was quite obvious the dog was very much ready to go, seven inches of erect, red penis sticking up above his large black-furred balls. The coyote, still panting from the first climax, slipped her babydoll off and opened her legs in a welcoming gesture to her lover. When he reached over for the condoms, she gently grasps his wrist and stops him with a smile. She coos softly, "mmmnnn... No need, pup. I got on the pill."
The rottweiler simply beamed down at his mate, snuggling down to her and gently rolling his hips back and forth, feeling his throbbing shaft against her warm, swollen vulva. He then pulled back, sliding his tapered gently to the coyote girl's slit, and grasped her shoulders, giving a loud growl of ecstasy as he pushed deep inside Pistol till their hips pressed together...
The coyote shivered and moaned out as Kitch started to slowly rock his hips back and forth, proceeding to create the wonderful friction within her slick, aroused loins, only this time directly with tight flesh grasping at bare stiff flesh. The rottweiler rolled his head back, drawing back and forth with his hips, giving soft little grunts and moans of pleasure each time he pressed his hips firmly against hers. He drew his muzzle down by Pistol's head, lowering his body against hers so his chest brushed against her firm breasts, and whispered hotly in her ear. "mmmnnnn... Pistol, you make me so happy... I love you, honey..."
She smiles and breathlessly responded in Kitch's ear, "I love you too... darling..." That word said again made the rottweiler shift upward along Pistol's body ever so slightly, causing the stiff dorsal side of his penis to grind particularly firmly against the coyote's clit. She gently bit her lower lips and groans softly, muscles tensing again as her canine boyfriend's penis probed deep inside her sex over and over, passing over all the sensitive spots he'd found before. It wasn't long before Pistol arched her back and cried out loud with pleasure once more, cumming harder than the first time, her inner tunnel massaging all around the rottweiler's sensitive shaft as he held it inside to ride out her climax.
As soon as the climax waned, Kitch started to rock his hips a bit swifter, grunting softly as he worked to fulfill his own pleasure with Pistol this time. He raised his body above hers, paws grasping and gently pinning her shoulders to the bed, as the large dog started to buck eagerly but still gently at her hips, making the soft flesh of his tummy bounce slightly. Each time their hips bumped, it jarred her body as well, making Pistol's tawny-furred breasts bounce, too. He panted swiftly and hotly, ears picking up the soft bump of our hips and the slight slurp of his penis sliding in and out of the coyote's slick sex.
It wasn't long before Kitch's muscles began to tense up, and he felt himself dripping his pre inside her. He tensed more, rocking his hips swifter, grinding hard all over Pistol's tight, sensitive flesh. Not only was he close, but Pistol was close for a third time. She looked up to him pleadingly, calling out to him, "ahhhh, oh Kitch... oh Kitch please... cum inside me, darling..."
That did it. Shortly after hearing that word one more time, the rottie's knot swelled up just as he hilted inside her. When he tugged back, he yelped at their tie, and that quickly set him off as well as his lover. Together, they both climaxed, Kitch throwing back his head and howling as his penis deep inside his lover twitched and lurched powerfully, for the first time stringing his hot ribbons of canine semen around the deepest reaches of her loins. Pistol echoed the howl with her own, exposing her tender throat as she arched against him, her vaginal tunnel rhythmically milking up the rottie's penis, pulling out every drop of his sperm.
After the longest moment of their lives, both relaxed, the coyote and the rottweiler relaxed and sighed almost together, locked firmly to one another. Exhausted by the wonderful pleasure, they fell asleep there in each other's arms, Pistol feeling perfectly safe in her darling's arms.