Good Girl #2
#2 of Good Girl
"He's never late...." The collie muttered to herself, nervously pacing around the living room of the small home she shared with her lover and master. The tag upon her brown dog collar jingling -- the only sound breaking the silence, other than the soft padding of her footpaws against the hard wood flooring.
The little collie looked down at herself, tail giving a delicate wag at the sight -- nude, as she always was nowadays. Truthfully she loved the sight of her body now, and how it would rile up her wolf. Her self-esteem nowadays has never been higher, having finally finding her purpose after years of depression.
That slender body was covered with remarkably soft fur, a bit short for a border collie. Stomach and bust was sheltered with a silky, billowy white hue that trailed up along her muzzle, tapering off into the subtle chai-colored coat which encompassed the rest of her body. Breasts were on the small side -- a bit more than an A cup, with a perkiness that suited her personally quite well.
The pup stopped her pacing for a moment, running paws down her thin waist, making sure the fur was neat and tidy for her wolf. Touch traveling over wide hips, which gave her a rather adorable bubble butt that contrasted sharply against her otherwise slender body.
Coming out of her daydreams she jerked her head to the door, keen ears instantly awakened at the sound of the car pulling into the driveway. Those normally floppy dog ears pulled straight up as she ran over. Excitement getting the best of the poor girl, losing her footing to tumble over, skidding on the ground clumsily. In a scramble the pup righted herself on the ground, setting herself in the correct kneeling posture, tail going a mile a minute when that door finally opened.
The reddish-furred wolf was a tall sort of male with a naturally stern look and a leanly-muscled frame, likely a decade or so older than the twenty-something pup knelt on the ground. At the moment, that torso was covered with a sleeveless t-shirt and loose workout shorts. His eyes fell down upon the collie girl, seeing that muzzle open and tongue lolling out to the side in her enthusiasm. Adorable, as always. Setting his workout bag to the side he closed the door behind him with one paw, the other already sliding a digit into the waistband of his shorts without saying anything. At this point in their relationship, words were not truly needed.
She whined at the speed he was going -- not nearly quick enough for her. Her generous backside bouncing up and down against her feet as she waited, impatiently. Coarseness of his pubic fur slowly being revealed as strands fell over the elastic waistband, the bulge of his sheath always making her tail go a bit more crazy when it finally appeared. When she saw those fur-covered orbs her energy got the best of her, diving forward, rubbing her nose against them and his thigh, moisture of his masculine scent feeling wonderful as it matted down the short fuzz along her muzzle.
Reaching down, the wolf rubbed her ear gently, knowing how much she loved to clean him off after a trip to the gym. There would be time enough to take what he wanted, but for now, he allowed her this indulgence. His typically demanding gaze softened as he watched her; that small, cute tongue panting half the time, and lapping happily away at his nuts the other half. Treating his ballsac like the most wonderful delight in the world, letting the warm orbs rest softly against her tongue for a moment as she suckled ever-so-gently.
The collie made sure to swath her tongue across every inch, carefully setting the hefty sac in her muzzle as her tongue ran behind them, cleaning every inch of his groin. Once sated the collie rested back, butt squished against the heels of her feet as she look up at him with wide, adoring eyes. Her loving stare slightly glazed, nearly overwhelmed with his scent that still lingered against her nose, taking his essence again completely with every breath taken.
The girl knew enough to open her muzzle, of course -- she was a well-trained little thing. Pearly teeth partially covered by her tongue as it hung out, which in turn covered much of her lower muzzle. The absolute picture of an adoring mate. A large paw found her head, supporting his weight against the submissive little bitch. Sheath propped an inch or two above her worshipful expression, the wolf sighing in contentment as he began to relive his bladder in a powerful stream of bitter-tasting urine directly in the muzzle of that beautiful female.
She remained completely still, eyes closed, mind focused on the once-unpleasant taste. Any drop spilled would mean a night of punishment, she knew. An evening of frustration, and not being used, was not something she wanted; and so, the girl dutifully took a muzzle-full of the warm piss before swallowing it down quickly, only to have her maw filled up again seconds later without pause. A whimper leaving her, hurriedly becoming panicked at the sheer amount he was providing today, and the strength of the stream, worried that she wouldn't be able to handle it all. She did, though; relaxing noticeably as the stream began to slow.
"Good girl." He sighed, tranquil, holding the bulk of his sheath to shake out, letting the last few drops land on the top of her black nose as she swallowed the last full muzzleful heavily. The wolf began petting her head as she quickly went to work licking him clean, curling her tongue to fit into the snug sheath, making sure every droplet of his bitter fluid was in her, as it should be. Sated that it was so, she sat back on her knees. Smile was radiant with a belly full of his urine, and a pride at doing a good job.
"Thank you!" She barked out in her enthusiasm, tail picking up the pace to make up for those few seconds it had stopped.
"I'm going to go take a shower. Perhaps something will come to mind while I'm in there, and we can play a game when I come out." Stroking her muzzle, the wolf picked up his gym bag and began ascending the stairs, pondering just what games he would play with her tonight.
The collie, on the other hand, simply closed her eyes and breathed deep. Enjoying the richness of the musk that still lingered, thickly, against her nose. Noticing, finally, just how moist her fur had gotten against her thighs.