Good Girl #1
#1 of Good Girl
"Ah.. fuck..." The leanly-muscled male's panting words were cut off by the abjectly-base sensation, paws holding onto the table behind him for support.
Below, dutifully on her knees, the collie girl's muzzle was lewdly spread around the thickness of the wolf cock. Delicate ears lifted high upon her head, twitching happily at every sound her partner made. Those bright chocolate eyes, so much like an naive puppy, were opened wide to look up at him, wanting nothing more than to please the male above her.
Smooth tongue drifted across every inch of the flesh, treating the taste and feel like a wondrous gift given to her. Small, nearly inaudible whimper was given when she tasted a lingering droplet of precum that she savored like reward, covetously wanting more to taste and feel against the moisture of her tongue.
That studious and loving gaze became watery as she buried her head forward, small paws gripping the backside of the wolf to force herself to be a 'good girl' and give him every inch of her throat without prompting. The bristly gray fur felt wonderful under her padding, gripping his body, afraid her impulse to breathe would become too much. Cute nose buried into the coarse pubic fur, her entire world becoming nothing but him. The scent of his longing the only thing she could smell, or even wanted to smell. Him.
Sadly it wasn't always this way. She wasn't always a' good girl' for him. Once, this cream-colored bitch used to gag often, crying openly as the wolf would grab her hair like a bridal and slam her muzzle down against the warmth of his flesh. She would whine and whimper as he calmly explained this was her duty, and her place. It didn't take long before she hungered for that treatment, and further, realized this was truly her purpose in the world.
Now it was different. Through his guidance, everything was perfect for the bitch.
That pert backside began to wiggle as her tail went into overdrive, wagging happily, feeling the knot begin to grow in her muzzle. Tongue sticking out to lash across those coarse-furred orbs as she swallowed heavily, milking the cock that was so brutally stretching out her throat. Her tongue escaped back into that adorable muzzle before the knot fully grew, tying them together in the most assertive way possible. Finally, her eyes closed, feeling his length throb; feeling the warmth of his seed flow down her throat easily. Ears laid back in relaxation at the pleasured moans of the male above her was heard, the only melody she ever would need.
Softness of her tongue ran across the length still embedded in her muzzle, locked there. Already she began to feel lightheaded, knowing full well she would pass out soon from the lack of air. That was alright, though. Perhaps when she woke up he would already be using her again. Like a good girl should be used.