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Hey everyone!

This is a sequel to Lawyer DILF, got some suggestion by the resident dobster Linkin Monroe on what to do next, and that inspired me to write more! There will be another installment after this one, had to split in two what I wanted to do :3 Hope you will like that and vote and fave and comment!

All love and cuddles to my editor in chief Gritou!

It had been an awfully long day for Sam, lots of deadlines closing in at the same time and keeping the dobie in the office past the usual time. Which had made him skip dinner, the only food he had was a gobbled sandwich bought by the secretary for him.

The suit-wearing canine fiddled with the keys, his mood as dark as his own pelt. He hated staying late a work, he hated eating little, and he HATED losing any of the little free time he'd got with Bernie. Especially when they had the house all for themselves, since his bitchy wife had gone to some art festival.

Finally his thick fingers found the right key and opened the front door, the Doberman stepping loudly inside the quite luxurious apartment. His tall ears caught the sound of a TV in the background, from the direction of the living room, so he walked there, almost colliding with the big fluffy mass of his lover.

"You're back!" The massive Saint Bernard exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the dobie in a bear hug. Sam reciprocated with equal enthusiasm, his stub wagging madly behind his as he embraced his man.

"Indeed I am!" He chuckled, resting his tired muzzle on the T-shirt covered shoulder, Bernie's preferred attire when home along with comfty shorts. "Sorry for keep you waiting and jumping dinner."

"It's okay Sam, you warned me way in advance so I was prepared." The other replied, not giving any sign of letting his younger partner go.

"Hope you ate well at least." The dobie said, leaning against the middle aged dog. He liked this feeling, being in his arms, the presence of muscles apparent even though the fluffy fur and bit of belly. And those shorts didn't hide the hardening tool of the Saint Bernard either...

"I did, don't worry." The older lawyer assured him from over his shoulder, probably not oblivious of the raising excitement of the darker canine. "You ate something?"

"Just a sandwich." He answered, now raising his head to regard his lover in his eyes. Those placid yet strong brown eyes, the one thing that had made him fall in love with this dog... Though he had noticed them while he was being sucked off by said dog.

"If you are hungry I could fetch you something...." The red and white canine proposed, though his eyes and his cock were making clear he would rather fetch something else. It had been since the quickie of the morning, and even at his age the big lawyer had a great libido, almost matching the dobie's.

"I am hungry, but a different kind of hunger..." The Doberman murmured before grabbing the back of the other's head with a paw, gently pulling it in for a kiss. The other paw went straight to his ass, nudging the long wagging tail as they started to make out, his long and pliable tongue invading his lover's muzzle.

At first it was a sweet kind of kiss, gentle and slow as only couples in loves could exchange, their tongues brushing against each other lightly as they explored the muzzles. But soon sweetness faded away against the heat of action, their desires warming them up as they body rubbed together, their erections all but touching if it hadn't been for the clothes.

The two canines increased the passion of their kiss, which passed from mere skirmishes to full out battle, as they attacked each other, the broad tongues striking and twirling, passing over their sharp teeth. The dobie's paws were busy molesting every inch of his lover while the other did the same to him, and it was such a good sensation... especially when those big paws coupled his ass, tugging a bit the muscles there...

Reluctantly, Sam broke the kiss, keeping his lover close while they both panted away the heat of the exchange. "Go to the bedroom, Bernie. Strip down and lay on your back." The Doberman ordered as he looked his dog in his eyes, feeling an itch he had to scratch.

"Laying on my back?" The older dog repeated, his triangular ears flicking madly as he tried to figure out what his lover had in mind. Not surprising, as the dobie was rarely in the mood for that kind of... action.

"Yes." He freed him, slapping his butt before giving some more order. "Now go, if you aren't in position once I get inside..."

It wouldn't have been precise to say the Saint Bernard bolted to the room, but surely he didn't walk in a slow pace, a shirt already flying away. The darker dog chuckled as he started to carefully undress, laying his elegant clothes on a chair of the living room, arranged in an orderly heap. He took his time, after all Bernie would get hornier and hornier as the minutes passed without the apparition of his favorite stub butt... Which was what said stub butt liked.

Naked as the day he was born, Sam strolled to their bedroom, pausing a bit to admire himself in a mirror. It was the kind of mirror that showed the whole body, reflecting that towering Doberman from tip of the ears to his toes; and what body it was! Fit, his muscles big but not extremely so, the kind that you got from going to the gym often... Certainly an anomaly among lawyers.

Stroking his rock hard cock, he turned to watch his back, posing so that he could admire how the muscle there rippled with strength, his ass cheeks full and firm, the tan of them attracting the eyes to the musky hole hidden by the slowly wagging stub. He grabbed his asscheek and spread them, showing his winking hole to himself and, in turn, strengthening the hitch he was feeling.

Deciding it was about to time to join his lover, Sam padded to the bedroom, chuckling as he saw the Saint Bernard in position, his impressive erection laying on his belly fur and mating it with his pre. The older man didn't say anything, just quirked his brow in a silent question, though his cock throbbed visibly at the apparition of the butt-naked dobie.

"I'm feeling like getting screwed." He smirked, approaching the bed leisurely. Bernie's tail started wagging, bumping on the bed besides him; it had been quite a while since he had been inside his lover, and even if he was a bottom through and throughout he enjoyed those rare moments.

"How would you like to do it? I think I remember-" The older dog started, but he cut out when he saw the sharp expression on his lover.

"You know how this works, Bernie. Sit there and follow my orders." The Doberman ordered, hopping on the bed, his cock swinging with each move.

His lover shut his muzzle, knowing what the protocol was for those occasions, and stayed still, like the good overgrown puppy he was. He moved on his knees, naughtily lowering is butt down to rub it against the excited length of the Saint Bernard, eliciting a moan; but he didn't stop, continuing until his dick was pressed against those closed lips, the tip nestling between them but not getting inside.

The dobie pushed forward, but those lips didn't let his cock in, the result of Bernie being a smartass and waiting for instructions. That should have infuriated him, but it was ultimately cute; after all, they both fully enjoyed the roles they had in their sex life.

"Open up and suck me off." The Doberman snarled in fake anger, reaching down to grab his lover's muzzle in a firm yet gentle way. "And look me in the eyes while you do it."

The white and reddish fur nodded, disclosing his lips a bit, just enough to let the pointy tip inside, past his canine; the buff lawyer took advantage of that, thrusting his cock forward and deep in the wet warmth that was his man's muzzle, all in one go until just the knot was out. If the older canine hadn't been an expert he should have gagged, but it took it like a pro, all the while looking up around his muzzleful of cock.

"Damn, I love when you look like that." Sam muttered the truth, seeing his lover's eyes full of lust and passion as he was fed a thick cock was one of the hottest things he had experienced. He didn't need to say more, they both know the drill as the Doberman rested his paws on the wall, moving his hips slowly as he thrust in the willing mouth.

Bernie did his job well, with the expertise that came just with lots of practice, forming a seal with his lips around the red thickness, his tongue ever moving to stroke and massage it and even darting out a bit from time to time. He hadn't been always that good, at the begging he had little more than long-suppressed passion; but he had learned well and fast, reaching high level of cock sucking skills.

The darker dog moaned as he increased his pace, knowing fully well the limits of the canine under him. He just loved how well his man could nurse his erection, making the perfect noises as he did that, whimpers of pleasure as he pleased his younger colleague. Probably the dobie would have busted his nut right there and then, if it hadn't been for his iron will, but it wouldn't have taken much longer of that.

Stopping his thrusts for a moment, just when he was fully inside that delicious muzzle, Sam leaned to the side, nibbling staying in as he opened the side drawer and got out their extra large bottle of lube from it. The top dog lazily noted that it was already half empty, thanks to his lover's needs; but he just couldn't resist giving him his daily dose of dobie cock.

Popping open the bottle, he spread an abundant dose of sticky liquid on his right paw's digits, mentally noting that they needed to restock. And not just there, the supply at the fluffier dog's office was about to finish too, lately they had been screwing a lot during lunch break after all.

Keeping the bottle in paw just in case he needed more, the Doberman reached his back, past his stub, his lubed finger starting circling around his hole. All the while he started to thrust again, faster now as he muzzle-fucked his Bernie, only moans coming from the sucking dog which reverberated on his tool in a most pleasurable way.

His finger started massaging his tailhole slowly as he violated that tight mouth, knowing well that he had to take his time with this. His butt wasn't used to be penetrated and needed extra time to be prepared, which was a bit annoying; he just couldn't ram himself on the Saint Bernard's cock as his lover did with his own dobiehood.

Feeling that it was about time, he gently pressed his finger against his pucker, slowly applying his force until the muscle gave in and accepted the digit up to the first knuckle. "Fuuuucckkkk" The lawyer cursed, his thrusts growing erratic for a few seconds as his hole got fingered. His cock didn't lose any hardness thanks to the fellating canine, but still the main sensation was uncomfortableness until he found his prostate.

The spark of pleasure made him bark in surprise even if he knew it would have come, reminding him why he was doing this. Sam worked his finger inside his ass, slowly, pressing everything there, especially the little nut of pleasure nestled there, adding to the one coming from his cock. Soon, he was moving his digit in and out in rhythm with his thrust, coordinating it so that his butt was full at the same time as the older lawyer's muzzle.

Grunting, the dobie added another finger on the fly, which gave a bit of variation to the fingering. The Doberman started moaning as he wriggled his thick digits, stretching his hole good as he scissored them, his cock jumping inside that wet warmth every time he caught the prostate. The feeling was already exquisite; just those two digits were working wonders on his booty... Maybe he was ready for something else.

He paused for a second, his whole cock engulfed by that muzzle, even his knot now, balls posed against his lover's chin. It was a decision not to be taken lightly, it was easy to ruin a good buttfucking thanks to haste... And his two fingers, jabbed deep in him, weren't nearly as thick as Bernie's cock...

A third finger was added, just in case, with more difficulty than the other two since his hole wasn't used. But, with careful pushing and a bit of lube, it fit in with the rest, the fullness making the dobie grunt; the dog under him whimpered a bit, since having a cock thrust in one's mouth for so long wasn't a good thing.

Remembering himself, Sam started bucking his hips again, his fingers staying still as he adjusted, his knotted cock hardening once again. Carefully, he spread his digits, testing his hole and, after valuating it, started finger fucking him again, first almost tenderly, then harder and harder. His tongue lolled out as he fucked himself and the muzzle of his man, lost in bliss as his fingers did their best to bring pleasure to his owner.

Sam sobered up once a whimper came from under him, realizing that he had forgotten of the Saint Bernard in his pleasure. Grinning wildly, he looked down, stopping his motions with his cock half in, half out, somehow making it even lewder with that red big knot just a few inches away from the sweet, sweet mouth.

"You want, bitch? You want my butt, don't you?" The dobie taunted the older lawyer, asserting his supremacy once more. The other nodded violently, the canine cock almost slipping out of his muzzle, just those skilled lips keeping it in; he knew better than going against his orders, after all. With a lewd pop, the Doberman retrieved his fingers as he moved out of his lover's muzzle, his cock sleek with spit.

"Answer me bitch. You want my butt?" He kept teasing, scooting back a bit, grabbing the other's erected cock with one dark paw while the other squirmed some lube on it. Doing it without seeing was hard, but he rather be gazing in the Saint Bernard0s eyes to admire the brown passion in them.

"Y-yes Sam.... Please..." The fluffier fur answered, his voice raw after the long cock sucking session. Satisfied, the Doberman angled the thick cock, still posed on his knees, slowly descending until its tip kissed his lubed hole. He took a deep breath before lowering further, wincing a bit as the pole pierced his pucker, growing thicker almost immediately.

"Fuck... You are bigger than I remember... Don't you dare thrust!" The dobie growled, pausing a bit and shifting his hips, waiting to see if the Saint Bernard would give in to his urges. Sure, he was biting down his lip, but he was a good bitch and wouldn't go against his mutt's wishes. Satisfied, he kept going, slowly, ever so slowly, inches of cock disappearing in his quivering ass.

Despite the thickness of Bernie's pole, the feeling was just medley discomforting thanks to the preparation, his own dobiehood jumping fully hard once that doggy tool bumped on his prostate. Finally, his br5own and black buttcheeks rested on his partner's legs, hugging the knot, his own balls laying on the lustrous fur of his crotch.

Shooting a glance to his Bernie, the dobie chuckled at his expression of pure bliss on his muzzle, mouth half agape in a continuous moan. Slowly, he rose up, letting that thick cock escape from his ass, to come down hard right after, both canine moaning loudly as the friction of that upward thrust.

Sam resisted the temptation of jerking off, at least for now, since he didn't want to blow his load too soon. While the Saint Bernard liked being fucked during his afterglow, he surely didn't. Setting a pace of sort, the Doberman bounced on the older man's lap, his balls slapping loudly every time he came down, his cock swigging in the air freely.

While the darker furred lawyer was mostly a top, he did enjoyed being on the bottom, the feeling of a big dick jammed inside his ass, spreading it and battering against his prostate. The fact that, despite the role reversal, he was still the one in charge just aroused him more as he fucked himself on that pole, his man used basically as a live dildo by the dobie.

Acting on sudden inspiration, the Doberman shifted a bit, his footpaws now firmly on the bed, his paws behind him, so that he was basically crouching on the reddish and white dog. Restarting to move, testing his balance with a couple of thrust, he dared move one of his brown colored paws, remaining balanced on only three limbs.

"Are you enjoying this, Bernie? The warmth of my ass around our cock?" Sam asked, his paw going to pull his hefty balls out, so that they weren't a hindrance to the older fur's gaze. "See how my butt swallows your dick?"

The Saint Bernard's only answer was a grunted moan, his paws writhing on the bed sheet, fighting the desire of grabbing his lover's hips and just fuck him. "Such a good sub" he thought as he kept moving, wishing the scene was being filmed: watching that thick meat spearing his brown ass was something he would have liked o watch, with his balls framing it and showing the sex of the one fucked.

Deciding it was about time to seal the deal, he let go of his balls, his paw covering his sensitive and aroused dobiehood as he started jerking it fast, sweating profusely for the efforts as he slammed himself down on his lover's cock again and again. The strength of those movements increases, his pucker kissing the baseball sized knot each time, in an attempt to getting it inside him.

Finally, his tailhole relaxed enough and, with a loud and lewd pop, accepted the thick ball of flesh, his ass being filled more than before. Bernie barked loudly, lousing it finally, having resisted just until then, his thick tool throbbing inside the dobie as it shot his load deep in him, some trickling out of the hole and down on his crotch, mating his fur.

"Oh yes, mark me!" Sam shouted, finishing in a few, fast strokes, his orgasm exploding just mere seconds after his lover, the ropes of his thick seed landing the Saint Bernard, covering him in his spunk. His limbs felt suddenly weak and trembling, but he managed to move even while riding the pleasure of cumming, shifting again so that he could lay on Bernie.

His dark and muscled body covered the older lawyer's, his cum mating his furs too as he settle himself in a comfortable position as they waited for this tie to end. They would need to shower, later, but that was just a distant and small worry, all that he cared was to snuggle with his lover, their lips meeting for a lazy kiss.