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Drafty was not impressed. "How did you manage to break this Ed?" he exclaimed exasperatedly, fluted ears flat against his head while his flaxen tail sliced the air irritably with the sound of a foil as he wrenched the heavy white cube free from its home under the countertop. "Ed!"

With a start I realised that I was watching the butt under that swishing tail, that I'd been watching it for a good minute or so, and that he had the most fabulous arse wide and tight and... "Stop right there Ed, that's one of your best mates you're thinking about."

I knew it, but I still couldn't stop the thoughts, as a matter of fact many thoughts had crossed my mind throughout the past week, strange thoughts, indignant thoughts, thoughts of denial, thoughts of lust, and most disturbingly of all thoughts of desire. Desire for that muzzle to be wrapped around my needy cock once more and to feel the boxer's warm body against mine again, to breathe his musky male scent. But most of all a desire to have something in my rear again, that had been the disturbing thing!

I had tried it myself whilst pawing off (a tricky manoeuvre even for a Labrador) but it wasn't the same. I tried to work up the guts to get Mia to do it to me when we were humping, but I just couldn't bring myself to ask her.

I felt no different with her and still lusted after the collie as much now as I had the week before, but there were certain itches that we weren't able to scratch together anymore.

No I needed that boxer back, and I needed him badly, and worst of all I knew it too!

To that end, I had stuffed a rag deep inside the dishwasher's waste pipe, playing dumb when an error message had appeared in big red letters on the unit's front panel, and as planned it had prompted another visit to a certain electrical retailer's website, which secured us another one for a mere 贈400. Yeah, ok I know it sounds bad when put like that, all right it sounds really bad and it's exactly what it looks like. Shameless!

"What do you need another one for anyway?" Drafty was still grumbling on his hands and knees behind the thing; he'd grudgingly agreed to come round to disconnect this one too!

"Uh, to wash the dishes!"

He lifted his head from the space the unit had occupied, ears flat, and if looks could kill...

"For Christ's sake, it's not as if you've got 5 pups, it's just the two of you, how much washing up are you going to make?"

"Um, a bit ok?"

"Have you never heard of fairy liquid, " He asked with a pause. "and perhaps a nice pair of marigolds to save those delicate little paws of yours mate?"

"Oh come on, I'm not really like that, am I?"

"YES, YOU ARE! You hate work, you're so lazy!"

"Well not everyone gets a hard on at the thought of doing the same boring, repetitive tasks again and again!"

"For fuck's sake Ed, it's ten minutes at the most, these things," he kicked it with a hoof "Take longer to load than doing it yourself does. Now have you still got the PTFE tape I gave you?"

I nodded, I'll humour him on this one, it's safer too really, I don't like it when his ears go back like that.

"Good, make sure you bloody well use it!"

He dropped his head back under the counter, doing... well I don't exactly know what, like I said, I don't do this stuff, but it is handy to know someone who does.

"Pub Friday, let me pay you back?"

"Uh, how about Saturday, late, after eight ok?"

I made a face, "Only enough time for a couple?"

"Yeah I know, but I'm plastering Saturday, if you want me there sooner you can come and give me a hand if you like."

"Uh, no that's ok, I'll wait for you, buy you drinks instead, heh."

Job done, he jumped to a squat before rising up to his hooves, shaking his head with a wry smile before looking directly at me, mouthing the word "Pussy."

"I-I'd only get in your way." I stammer, remembering the last time I'd helped the chestnut stallion, "And I do appreciate you doing this.

He walks towards me making his fingers into a fake paw brushing them over from my muzzle "Meaow."

****

Ok, so that was yesterday, about quarter to ten if I remember correctly. Christ, no wonder Drafty was funny with me! Anyway that brings us back nicely to the start you know full circle if you like, we're in the kitchen, on a cold windy afternoon, remember now?

I told you about me, about Mia how I had the mother of all hard-ons that morning.

I also told you about this big boxer dog, and how he'd made it go away, and how he'd made other things that won't go away. Anyway I'm telling you all these things really badly because I'm a pretty scatty dog, especially when I'm nervous, which is now, I should probably write it down or something, but I'm not very good at that either... Oh fuck he's here!

Like before, the orange 7 遜 tonner ground to a halt on the pavement outside giving one last lurching shudder as the driver killed the engine. The cab door opened, and out climbed a tight butt, black cargos and a wagging, over-active tail that was light brown. My heart leapt inside my chest, the muscle suddenly turning into worms.

It was him, and now I had a good chance to eye him up. He looks better than I remembered actually, wide, muscled and blessed with that deep chest, characteristic to the breed, very little belly, and a little wide across the hips for a male dog, and the rest was obscured by those loose fitting black cargos he wore.

Another white sheet of paper in hand, he strode with purpose to the side door, and once more the door shook within its frame with his knock.

My hand froze, I couldn't move, paralyzed with fear and anticipation, but fear being the overriding feeling, causing me to freeze up.

Another knock.

I reach my hand out, I can do this, I will do this, and I touch the lock.

"Mister Martin?"

Oh that stopped my hand in its tracks; what if the boxer wants to be all business and no play? Bleeding hell, what an idiot I'd feel like, how awkward that would be.

What if he wants... what if he want's something I'm unable to give, or take for that matter?

This was rapidly turning out to be a very bad idea in my mind.

"Ed?"

"Ed, I know you're there, I can see you behind the glass my Labby friend."

I jumped back. "Shit!"

"Come on Ed, open up."

I slowly lift a paw and unlatch the Yale lock, hearing the tumblers click open. I pull the door towards me, the boxer dog standing patiently outside wearing a toothy grin. "Hello Ed, got a new dishwasher for you, mate, it seems that you thought your old one was getting a bit long in the tooth." he winks.

I actually blushed then, unusual for me, but I got the distinct feeling I'd be doing a fair bit of that this afternoon. It was partly the sight of the big dog, and he was a sight to behold, older late forties, lean, athletic, muscled arms, large chest. I don't look at guys, or at least I never did, not in that way before but I'm definitely looking now, and I like what I see.

"Right, this is yours," He says, and he hands me the sheet of A4. "You keep that and I'll go and get it. How about you put the kettle on fella, I'm parched."

I jumped to the task, this was good, as it meant he was going to stay around for a little while.

When he came back, I helped him over the threshold with the unit, just like last time, and just like last time he hooked the thing up for me, even going as far as to slide the unit home flush with the cupboards.

"Right then."

My heart missed a beat as he walked passed me toward the door "Wait." He carries on walking.

"Wait."

"What was that Ed?"

"Wait... please."

He reaches the door, but instead of leaving he closes it, turning the handle up.

"Pease? Hmm."

"Please." I croak out, my throat dry and my voice suddenly hoarse.

"Wait? What more use could I possibly be to you... my chocolate labby friend" His feaux sweet smile cracking to a wicked grin.

I smile in relief, he's been fucking with me.

He stands in the doorway looking me over overtly, perversely even. I find it as unsettling as it is gratifying, almost in equal measure. "You're so cute when you're nervous Pup."

He smiles then, a confident smile, almost cocky, almost. I imagine him wearing that kind of grin twenty years ago, when he would have been about my age. Looking at him now I guessed him to be in his forties, late forties and still wearing it well too.

"You might want to lock this Ed, we wouldn't want anyone walking in now would we?" he said, still grinning pointing to the door.

I nod, walking over to the stud dog, rummaging for the keys in my pocket. Throat dry, I turn my back on the brindle, while I push the key into position and turn, hearing the tumblers fall into place with a satisfying click. I begin to pull it out when I feel a hand on mine, firm and insistent. Then a warm body on my back and a voice in my ear. "Leave it in Ed, we wouldn't want Misses Martin to let herself in too quickly, that would never do."

He leans in more, putting a thick arm round my waist pulling my back in to his chest, and his hips into my arse grinding his package into me. It felt wonderful actually, warm and erotic, and I'm beginning to harden already, my sensitive red bone slipping from my sheath, pushing painfully against my underwear.

As if sensing this, the boxer dog begins to move his hand down my belly, passed my gut giving a little squeeze on his way down. I yip, drawing a chuckle from the big dog behind me, then the paw goes lower, skilfully undoing my belt before slipping his hand straight into my underwear, finding my half aroused cock.

"Hmmm." he rumbles from behind me.

Taking hold of my furry sheath he squeezes it gently in his hand, running it up and down my shaft slowly, jacking me off exquisitely. I shudder, feeling a thin line of pre escaping my tapered tip. The boxer runs his other hand up my shirt covered chest, pausing a moment. "Ouch." The bastard had done it again, pinching a nipple through the cloth, with another chuckle. "Oh they're just asking to be pinched Ed, expect more my pup!"

I feel his muzzle leaning in, planting a kiss on my neck, then another, and a lick, long and wet from my neck right up to my ear. His hand is on my cheek, now guiding my muzzle to his waiting one, dark lips touching my own, tongue warm and wet, pushing slightly, asking for entry. I paused, suddenly unsure of myself, not knowing if I liked this, and whether I allowed male tongues inside my maw or not.

Not one to be denied, the boxer takes a different tact, sliding his hand behind my head and pulling me close into his own opening his maw, wide and wetly closing it over my own, locking our muzzles together, murring deeply.

I feel my resolve slipping, draining away from me, completely lost in the moment. Trapped and forced to follow the powerful males lead, I open my lips just a little, but a little is all he needs, his tongue surging into me linking with my own, exploring my mouth. It was nice actually, like Mia but oh, so much more passionate and skilled.

In that moment I melted in his arms, I was his and he knew it too!

He broke away, giving me one last lick across the muzzle, my penis now fully hard, and his large hand still gently masturbating my needy organ. "Come on, you know what you want, you've wanted it from the moment I walked out that door a week ago."

I followed the dog as he led me upstairs, hand still wrapped around my sheath, and leading me to the bedroom, the one Mia and I shared; is there significance in that? I don't know, maybe we're just two dogs doing what feels good, maybe. It doesn't matter now that I'm following, trying desperately not to let my trousers fall to my ankles.

He kisses me once again, briefly this time, and then backs away, looking at me again, drinking me in, and I realise with a start that he likes what he sees. That, I do not expect, I'm a chubby lab not used to getting looked up and down.

The boxer leans in and silently begins undressing me, removing my shirt, his hands move over my body, warm, smooth and practiced, I wonder how often he had done this, how many other customers he'd done it for, an unsettling thought, and yet strangely arousing. Next came my trousers and pants, then my socks, I did one while he did the other, mine came off quickly, no nonsense and a force of habit, his came off slowly and sensually, paws squeezing my ankle, a finger pausing to stroke my toes; I definitely liked his better!

Another look, he was looking specifically at my cock, thick and red lying atop of my brown balls, resting in turn on the bed between my legs. I blushed a deep red, closing my legs.

"Oh don't my chocolaty friend, I want to taste you again, if that's alright with you" he adds, his big brutish appeal and smooth slick technique derailing slightly as he softens, throwing the ball into my court.

I find myself nodding despite my inhibitions, which know no limit sometimes.

He places both hands on my legs, gently pushing my furry thighs apart, and leans down, brushing his muzzle against my sheath and drawing in a deep breath through his nose.

"You smell good pup, really, really good!"

I blush again, Mia never told me how good I smelled, in fact she hates the smell of my musk. "Sweaty, wet dog" she calls me, but this guy actually seems to be enjoying it. I couldn't fathom why, but it turns me on like you wouldn't believe!

"No one's told you that before have they pup?" Pup?I'm 28, but I let it slide anyway.

I shake my head in response.

"Well I like it." He pushes his nose back into my crotch, my cock bobbing heavily in the air as he noses up its length ending in my tapered tip. He holds his muzzle there, looking up at me with a smirk.

Why is he waiting? I feel my cock jump suddenly, feeling his breath against the meat. Come on Ed, cross the threshold and ask.

I watch his short puggish muzzle lean in then and lick me, the feeling indescribable, his warm rough tongue rasping across my super sensitive shaft. Another lick and I shudder again, and another pause, a long one this time. I don't beg, but I do let out a little whine of frustration, and the boxer turns his head slightly, a knowing smile on his lips.

"Ok pup."

He takes me inside, in one go, his stout, wide muzzle making short work of my red bone, taking it to the knot like before, and like before using his rough tongue to devastating effect. I realise I'm leaning back now, a handful of duvet clenched in each paw, whining and moaning continuously with desire and pleasure.

I'm reaching my climax, the sensation creeping up from inside, moving up through my length, and I'm oh so nearly there when the handsome dog stops.

"No!" I cry out.

He murrs in mirth around my shaft before pulling off entirely.

"Oh yes, my chocolaty friend, you don't get to cum so easily this time." He rumbles, leaning in and brushing my muzzle with his.

The dog stands and takes a few steps backwards and begins undressing, taking his time, deliberately not making eye contact with me, knowing full well that he has my undivided attention. First item off is his t-shirt, his bare belly is not exactly washboard but not far off either, the muscles that do show are accentuated nicely by his rich tan fur.

He turns his back to me, tail wagging from side to side through the hole in his black cargos. I see him reach around the front, then the cloth goes loose around that perfect arse, his hands come round his hips and begin sliding the fabric down, further and further showing me more of those tan butt cheeks, I watch as his tail slides through the hole out of his trousers as he pushes them lower and lower bending over now running his hands down the side of some impressive calf muscles, lower and lower, keeping his tail still, using it to hide the things I want to see the most. Tease.

He continues to make a little show of taking the cargos off, first one paw then the other, then he stands still, holding his position. I can't deal with this, I give a doggy whine, a loud one. The boxer responds to this by looking back at me over his shoulder and winking. I catch sight of his tail, twitching slightly, then again, slowly he lifts it up to reveal a golden pair of testicles, large ones about the size of a pair of eggs in a shiny furred sack. Then higher, finally revealing his tailhole, and what a tailhole it is, flesh coloured with black specks pulsing gently in time with the boxer's heart, I wondered if mine does the same...

With a little chuckle the big dog turns, walking towards me.

"Oh gods" I gasp

Catching sight of his sheath for the first time, I thought I was an ample hound but this guy's huge, I watch mesmerised as he walks toward me, his fat furry sheath extending nearly to his waist swinging back and forth with every step, those heavy balls swaying between golden furred thighs. He stops right in front of me hefting a footpaw into the air before setting it into my lap.

"I left these for you" his voice is smooth but authoritative now

I nod and begin to take the sock off slowly and sensually trying to emulate the way he'd done for me with that one done he places the other one in my lap, his sheath so close to my maw now I can almost reach out and nuzzle it- should I? It is tempting! His smell is strong too, and as I work the other sock free from his paw I see his tip poke out, red and thick more than two inches across.

Wait, wait, wait, this isn't me! Not one bit, I'm actually thinking of sucking another dog's cock, no, no no no no no, Ed doesn't do blokes, never, not ever!

And I don't! but all of a sudden I feel a hand on my head, warm and soft massaging my head fur, a thumb reaching out to gently rub the base of my ear. I know what he's doing, it's so obvious it's almost insulting, almost. But instead of feeling outraged or disgusted I feel... warm and wanted and oh so aroused.

"Go on pup", the bigger dog coaxes, looking at me with a warm smile, not a leer but a smile of genuine warmth.

I lean in closer to his groin, his scent stronger now, I hadn't really noticed it before, but gods could I smell It now, and it smelled ok, not rancid or dirty but warm and exotic with more than a hint of spice to it. "I've come this far" I reason with myself, stuff it, here goes nothing, my eyes cross slightly as I put my tongue out, I search and search and then "Bingo" I find it, it's hot, much more so than I had expected, and it tastes, well just rather plain actually, there's a hint of saltiness, and a hint of musk but neither are unpleasant at all. I lick a little more, exploring his angled, pointed tip, reaching in with a hand beginning to pull his furry sheath down the shaft, exposing more hot doggy cock for me to explore with my tongue.

A murmur accompanied by a squeeze to my head tells me I haven't put a paw wrong so far, so I continue my licks down further and further, chasing his sheath down the shaft until I reach his knot, my hand sliding the warm furry pocket over his round bulge, trapping it behind the large knot.

I knew what I should do next, I lick my way back to the tip taking a couple of inches into my maw closing my lips and suckling on his meat. "Keep going, pup." His praise is all I need, I go down on him further, finding I could easily take more inches of his fat red meat into my muzzle, no problem!

I feel more than taste the fine little spurts of pre wet against the back of my throat, that's no problem either, it feels good actually, I'm reminded of that by my own cock jumping gently on the bed, raw and needy again. I would attend to it but that would be rude, besides this game is just too fun by far. I smile inwardly, really relaxing for the first time, wondering where this would go today.

Apparently the boxer above me is thinking the same because at that moment he stops stroking my head, gently pushing me off him instead.

"Good pup, now do me a favour and turn over for me"

Again the request is aided by his large hands, turning and guiding me over the edge of the bed, my heart racing once more. Suddenly I'm not calm anymore, I'm nervous again as I anticipate his next move.

I expect to feel weight upon my back any moment now and something else lower down but instead of these things I feel a wet nose on my thigh and a little snuffle a warm soft muzzle stroking up my thighs pushing them apart, I spread my legs to allow him better access and get a warm lick on my inner thigh as a thank you. Then further warm little licks moving up my thighs towards my tail and then a breath against my pucker, I shudder at the feeling, excitement and trepidation building inside me in equal measure.

I feel a hand on my bum now, and another, one for each broad cheek stroking and kneading my plump cheeks and then warmth, a lick across my tail hole, and another, a big sloppy stroke this time making me shiver once again but this time I feel a big hand push me forwards, I get the idea and bend over the bed resting on my elbows, then a hand reaches forward and begins playing with my furry nuts whilst lavishing attention on my hole and the space below with his rough doggy tongue. God this feels good!

All too soon he removes his muzzle, I sigh a little in disappointment and anticipation. I'm pretty nervous about the next part, he's so big I don't know if I can fit it all... oooh fuck...

He's put his finger in again and it feels just as good as last time, no, it feels better.

He leans around me now, bringing his muzzle level with my ear "Ed mate, when you play with Misses Ed, do you have any- err, you know..."

I smile, this is the first time I've heard the big dog lost for words.

"Bottom drawer over there." I wave him toward the bed stand.

He removes the finger, retrieving the still unbranded lube, squirting a generous amount into his paw. I watch as he rubs the paw over his obscenely large penis, the thing must be 11 inches at least and a good two and a half across and as for the knot, well that's about the size of a tennis ball, the thing's obscene and the thought makes me even harder if that's at all possible, my knot painfully full now.

Then I feel him, the big boxer dog moves up behind me and I suddenly feel it, the tip of his cock, hot and slippery against my entrance. I expect a thrust, or worse still a rough stab, but instead the boxer squeezes my shoulder with a big hand. "Ed?"

Realising he's asking me for approval, I open my mouth to reply but my throat's dry, my voice gone. I nod instead, I do want this, I know I do. He started this need when he put his finger up there last week and now I won't be satisfied until I've taken this big dog inside me. I'm not worried anymore, I want this.

"Ed mate, yes?"

"Yes."

And so it begins, I feel the tip kissing my pucker, its heat practically melting me, and with a gentle push I feel myself begin to part for him. It doesn't feel right, it feels all strange and wrong, not painful exactly but the slow inward push of his thick organ feels alien to me despite the presence of his meaty finger not moments before, but I am determined to do this.

Then I feel something else, his hand stroking my back gently distracting me "I know pup, it feels wrong, like taking a dump backwards. I know you can't feel it now, but soon you're going to feel really good, I promise my friend. It's no fun for me if you don't enjoy it so I've have an invested interest all right?"

I nod again while he starts pushing his hips again, he's right it doesn't feel nice at all but here we are...

He pushes in for what feels like an eternity until I feel him widen alarmingly and then a hot presence against my ring, his knot! I shift forwards slightly, it's fully swollen! I don't want that inside me, it's going to tear me apart. I shift forwards, squirming around, it's rude I know but I can't help it, I can't take his knot, not fully engorged like this!

Another squeeze on my side tells me he gets the message, starting to pull out again, this feels more normal, and kind of good, I feel my anus clamping down, squeezing his length, my ring doing it of its own accord, as if disconnected from my brain. I follow the outward passage of his cock in my mind (It took some time) until he pushes in once more. After a few of these I relax a little, adjusting to his size as he pushes in and slides out. Before long his pace quickens slightly and suddenly it feels different all over again.

But in time I become accustomed to that too, beginning to enjoy myself, the warmth inside my tail hole is incredible, like nothing I've felt before and what's worse is that I know I'll want more, I'm ruined now and I love it!

His knot is bumping my pucker now with greater and greater insistence, but the big guy above me shows a huge amount of restraint, I can never resist knotting Mia, in fact I've never thought about not knotting inside the collie, but then again I have never been inside her tail hole... "You can have a go in there if I get to put something inside yours," was always the response I received and being a shy and completely unimaginative dog, I never took that one any further. A pity really.

I'm close now, my own needy meat rubbing against the fabric of the bedclothes with his thrusts, and mine helped along by his huge cock grinding in and out of my rear, it's rubbing against something in there, and it feels really fucking good. I can feel myself getting closer but I'm not quite there yet. I try a little squeeze with my ring, instantly rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from the dog behind me. I smile trying again, harder this time, and it hurts a little but worth it for the response I get.

"Keep doing that and I'm not going to last long pup."

"I'm close." is all I manage to say, my voice still betraying me.

Hearing this the large dog picks up his pace, pushing into my rear with greater urgency, not slamming, he's still gentle, still showing that self-control. I feel his hand upon my side again rubbing affectionately, it's distracting at first, taking me out of the moment completely, but he means well, besides I'm so very close now, I can feel it building inside me, all the way from my rear through my prostate, travelling up my length. I snarl, thrusting my hips violently against the bed, my spasming doggy cock wetting my belly and the sheets below for what seems like an eternity, helped along by the unending stimulation in my rear.

When I come down from my high I find that nothing has changed, I can still feel the boxer thrusting in and out of my tail hole. He knows I've cum and I get an affectionate rub above my wagging tail, he should pick up his own pace now but he doesn't, instead choosing to go gently, carrying on at the same pace.

It feels different now I've cum, the sensations in my rear suddenly feeling old and a little unwelcome, and my cock's sore now too. I find a part of myself wanting this to be over now. But I've had my pleasure and I will wait until he's satisfied, I think to myself, what else can I do anyway?

I feel his knot bumping my hole persistently, but he has still made no attempt to push it inside, much to my relief; perhaps that's the reason why he's lasted so long.

The big dog above me continues to grind away into my rear and before long I'm surprised to find that in no time at all I'm enjoying it again, my tender feeling cock instead of shrinking and receding into its home, is hard and throbbing beneath me once more, feeling good to go again, and so am I. I try squeezing with my rear again, attempting to do it for longer this time, it's still difficult but brings forth appreciative noises from the big dog breeding me.

It's not before very long that I find myself approaching a second orgasm, while the boxer nears his first, his thrusts still very controlled but his ragged breathing and frustrated fingers on my back giving him away. He leans over me, powerful hips thrusting a little more than I'd like, thrust, thrust, thrust. Then he goes perfectly still, his large cock throbbing unloading his seed into me. He sags a little resting his chest against my back giving my neck an affectionate little lick.

"Feel good pup?"

I nod before I realised with a start that the delivery dog had named me, marked me and now claimed me. I'm his now, I shiver inwardly, the thought sitting uneasily with me. I'm me, mine, and nobody else's!

He continues to lap and nip at my neck pulling his cock slowly out of me, the thing slipping free with the smallest of pops, I instantly feel a warm wetness pour out of me, down my legs and across my balls, cooling quickly in the air.

The dog stands up, lifting me with him turning me and before I have a chance to object, kisses me deeply, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth exploring it, finding my own rough tongue. I feel his cock against my own, hot, hard and wet. He breaks the kiss, licking across my chops, pushing me down onto the bed on my back, following my body with his, lying on top on top of me resuming the kiss, his hand reaching down to play with both of our cocks, squeezing, stroking and fondling my knot, then pressing the two hot wet organs together and stroking them expertly, burying his tongue in my muzzle again passionately and insistently.

It's incredibly erotic, the two hard wet organs rubbing together in his masterful paw, the big dog thrusting his knot bumping my smaller one, the angle not perfect but he squeezes the two organs together regardless, his expertise making up for everything else and for the first time I lose myself completely, unable to concentrate on anything else but the very real sensations running through my penis. I feel it creeping up through me now "I'm going to cum again," I say, and I do, howling loudly, sending thick ropes of cum into his large wet paw. The big dog thrusts harder and faster now, his big balls rolling over my smaller orbs repeatedly, and then I feel a grunt inside my mouth the big boxer dog's body tenses and I feel yet more wetness against my crotch, his load dwarfing my own, reeking of male. I had definitely been claimed now.

He relaxes, his muscle turning limp against my body, his muzzle leaving mine with a smile and a sigh.

"Made a mess, haven't we pup?"

"Yes we have," I agree.

"Found your voice then. I told you'd enjoy yourself pup."

I couldn't argue with that.

He rolls off me, lying beside me, his chest rising and falling with his breathing. He turns his head toward me, looking at me in silence for a minute.

"Thank you." I say. I know it sounds cheesy, and a little dumb, but I couldn't think of what else to say.

"What for pup? We both enjoyed ourselves."

"For not putting that knot inside me," I reply.

"Oh, no problem, I don't like to damage my toys." He leans over to lick my nose, and pauses.

"Would you like to feel it inside you?"

I don't know, the thought of that thing inside of me is still pretty terrifying but at the same time I knew I wanted it too, I would feel complete in a way that I don't feel now.

"Yes."

"Well, you're going to need to buy another domestic appliance then aren't you?"

I looked at him to see if he was for real, his eyes telling me he was. I shake my head in disbelief "You can't be serious!"

The boxer smiles at me "I'll tell you what Ed, you buy another bulky domestic appliance from us and I'll give you my number, how's that for a deal mate?"

"Really fucking cheesy mate!" I practically spit in bitterness "You wouldn't happen to be earning a commission out of this at all would you?" I snipe.

"Nah, but they say that a repeat customer is the best sort of customer," he says with that cocky grin again.

"Well we'll see about that" I fold my arms and turn over, looking away. I feel stupid, cheap and used, cold dampness all over my crotch and belly, but worst of all I can feel his warmth leaking out of me and cooling on my rump, pooling on the sheets. I bite my lip, fighting tears.

The bed moves as he gets off, starting to dress. I still don't look at him. I suppose this is the low after the high, what a post orgasmic huff feels like. With Mia I normally roll over and fall fast asleep, but now I feel vulnerable and betrayed, I mean how dare he!

The boxer finishes dressing and I feel a hand on my head, gently turning my head.

"Remember, I'm a dog that keeps his word." he licks my cheek gently before turning to leave.

"Don't get up Ed, I'll let myself out."

And that's it, or is it?

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