Role Reversal, Col's POV
#3 of It must run in the family
Col sat, his eyes fixed firmly upon his Mistress, the one that the humans called Lia. Her hand stroking his head made his stump wag, and his head tilt into the canine equivilant of bliss. Within moments though, his nose twitched, and he wriggled closer, resting his head upon her thigh, and sniffing secretively at her panty covered slit, his doggy nose having already caught the scent of heavy arousal.
He whined softly when she rose, and stood with her, his nose lifting up to try and reach inbetween her thighs. However, she ordered him to lay, and so lay he did, his head gazing at her as though she was his lifeline. While he lay there, his short black fur gleaming healthily. He knew just what he was, and where his place was and because of this he was, luckily, well adjusted.
As the other human, whose territory they were sharing walked through, he threw to Col what was a tasty treat, but one which he ate cleanly. Licking his paws clearly of the crumbs from the dry biscuit, the Dobarman stretched out a little, weighing just a touch under 100 pounds he was a massive creature, muscled and strong. Col knew that he was the largest dog like him he had ever seen, since he was slightly larger than normal, a full 32 inches tall.
He knew his mistress loved him, she proved it to him day and night, she didn't care that he didn't conform to the standards set by some humans far away. Col was intelligent, maybe more so that some dogs simply because of the time he had had lavished upon him and training that he had been through. Eventually Col drifted off to sleep, not realising when the Alpha male human came rushig downstairs, smelling odd, or when his mistress got out the shower, his ears only perking when she started down the stairs.
He waited with barely suppressed excitement, sat underneath the tail, his head resting on his mistress' thighs, his nose dipped in between them just about as far as was possible for him to still be able to breath in the delicious scent he could still smell there. As his mistress stood, so did he, bouncing friskily around her legs, having eaten this morning and been out before she had sat and eaten herself. He followed her upstairs, and into the room they had been co-inhabiting, and there Col changed...
Col growled, lunging at Lia, his teeth shining as they snatched, and latched onto her t-shirt, tearing a large hole in the thin cotton. He wasn't happy with her, and here, he was the one in control. He used the hold he had on the thin, and useless, bit of cotton still clutched in his teeth, and growled, the sound very low, before Lia lowered her head, and slowly, so as not to anger him further, sat down on the floor.
As soon as he saw his mistress sit on the floor, the dog licked at her face, and inside her mouth, his raspy tongue catching the roof of her mouth, her teeth and then the underneath of her tongue as she brought it up to meet his. He tasted from her mouth for a few minutes, until he felt a hand gently brushing against his side, and then nudge against his hip. Slowly tugging his muzzle away, Col relaxed onto his side, his left hindleg lifted up as he growled commandingly.
He only ceased the nasty noise when the human girl stroked her hand along his belly, before brushing, just a tantalising brush, over his sensitive, and already bulging sheath. When she pulled her hand away, Col began to growl, the sound rumbling in his chest, and his lips slowly lifting into a very pissed off snarl. It died into a somewhat strangled whimper as he felt what could only be her mouth, and her hair, brushing against his sensitive belly. He waited, shivering impatietly, before humping upwards instinctively, lodging his cock deep inside her throat, uncaring at how she gagged.
She pulled back a little, and took a deep breath, angling her throat just as Col humped again, faster and harder, his whole length disappearing between her lips. Col concentrated on the bliss caused by his rapid and almost savage humping, knowing his mistress would soon be getting a lovely warm drink, which would leave him open to indulge in his favorite past time. Both Lia and the doberman could feel th swollen lump of muscle swelling right at the base of his cock, and almost in a desparate fury, Col twisted, managing to get his paws onto Lia's shoulders, and he really humped fast, finally managing to get some sort of release, as Lia grasped his knot in one hand, wobbling and unsteadily, and squuezed it. Almost immediately, Col yipped, and shot his cum deep into her belly, in long scalding spurts.
Tugging away, he panted, bending to lick at himself, and then nosed at the coughing Lia, his nose travelling up her thighs to the cleft of her ass, and nudging impatiently. He growled, and then lightly bit into Lia's thigh, his teeth just drawing blood, but making her spread her legs a little as she jumped. He growled again, but this time he managed to drag his raspy tongue right inside her slit, his whole body shuddering at the heavenly taste that was better than toilet water and stolen food together. He continued to feast on the juices his msitress had secreted, though as usual, the more he licked the more eeped copiously down and onto his muzzle.
He continued to lick, even through her muffled breathy moans and whines of lust. He finally began to actually dig his tongue inside her, the rboad muscle slipping inside just to rasp gently alongside her inner wall, before being pushed out by a shudder. Col kept pushing it in, scraping a littke more roughly against a hard bump of what he took to be nerves. His thought was right as his mistressed convulsed as though electrocuted, and his muzzle was suddenly flooded with even more of the juices he had so eagerly anticipated.
Their evenings together were different here, more experimental.and somehow more meaningful. tugging back, he thoughtfully lapped at the small puddle of juices, before growling, and mounting onto what would be, if only for this short time, his bitch, his mate, his mistress. Resting his heavy body against her back, however caused her to collapse as the orgasms she had just had had exhausted her. Col growled, nipping her ass to get her up, only for her to collapse on her belly across the futon bed.
He no longer cared who was human who was dog, he just saw what he wanted and he went for it. Col reared up, and settled his hips against Lia's, and carefully gripped her shoulder with his muzzle, humping wildly against her in hopes that he would soon be enclosed inside her hot, wet depths. His stump wagged slowly as he felt the tapered tip of his cock slide inside her, and he froze for a second, before adjusting himself, shifting his bite onto her neck, and his forelegs in front of her hips.
He thrust so hard, that he almost managed to hilt himself completely. The hot silken heat literally drove him wild, and he began to savagely thrust deep within the human below him, causing her to grunt a little. He used his forelegs to draw her in against her thrusts, further wettening her passage with his own copiously spurting pe. He was determined to make her his, once again. His hips sped up a little as his knot grew, and began to tug at her as he thrust, until it got stuck on the outside, causing him to whimper in frustration. He withdrew until just his tip remained inside, before slamming his hips forward, and jerking her backwards with his forelags and the bite to her throat, squeezing the knot inside her, and making her muffle a scream by biting the cover. He continued to pump his hips, though more leisurely, he was determined to make sure that he claimed her properly.
It was while he was moving his hips that the human male walked in, and Col wagged his tail, before speeding up once again, only to completely stop and snarl, his balls tightening to his body as he spurted inside her, his knot tying them together for the few minutes Col took to finish. When he turned around, he pulled his mistress to her feet, and tugger, whimpering a little as his knot was tugged out, followed by the rush of their mixed juices. He moved away, and began to lick at himself, only looking up when he noticed the older human male mating with his msitress. He was interested, so got up, hearing the grunts and moans of both humans, and the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh. It was only when his mistress screamed, that he began licking at her, and upon tasting her juices, mixed with his and another flavor, one that he had found different, that he dragged his coarse tongue over the human male, cleaning him up to.
Once his curiosity was satisfied, he leapt onto the bed, eyeing Lia with the same hunger in his eyes he had shown earlier, his lust not even abated after the rough mating he had just given her. After all, now was breeding time for the wolves, and being so close to the woods, even he had been tempted to force himself upon a bitch or two, not wolves, just strays who were always teasing. He shook his head, and then yawned, suddenly too tired out to think about another mating.
When he woke up, his mistress was beside him, though now with a collar on that matched his, and leashes were attached to both. The human male came in, rattling his keys, and Col leapt off the bed, eager to go for a car ride, and wondering just where they'd end up. The only thing that gave him pause for thought was how his mistress was treated. When she got on the backseat, the human male tied her leash to the other day handle, and then slapped her ass, whilst calling Col. Col leapt up, and without any preliminary licks, began to dry hump against her, getting himself worked up. The male human laughed as he did so, and began to drive, leaving Col to do as he wanted.