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They weren’t the nicest townhouses, as this was a much older residence, but at least it was in a nicer area. It was a one-bedroom home with a single full bath, both of which were upstairs. It only had two floors. Downstairs was the kitchen and living room, which was a large, shared space. The first floor had a half-bath and a small studio he used as a home office. It was more than a single person would need to be comfortable, but not large enough for a family if you had one.

At least he had a tiny backyard, not that he did much with it apart from occasionally using his grill.

Aiden pulled into his small driveway, only large enough to fit a single car. Everyone that lived here had to use their drives as parking, and for those few that were couples they had to leave a car parked on the curb. Space was a bit tight here, especially around the holidays when everyone was home at the same time and a few more had invited guests.

It had taken him a thirty-minute commute to get home, and then another thirty minutes to change out of his office attire and into something more comfortable, Loose gym shorts and a baggy tee. Not even fifteen minutes after that and the doorbell was ringing. He answered, smiling at who he saw standing on his welcome mat, then invited her inside.

Several minutes later and the first floor of Aiden’s home was filled with the sound of him grunting.

“Ow.” He grunted again.

Aiden was sitting in the middle of his living room, his coffee table pushed to the wall to be out of the way. It was Wednesday, half past 4’oclcock, and he was being brutalized. Every week, every Wednesday, he was getting help from his neighbor to set himself on a course to being healthier. He had a pair of hands pushing at his back. They pressed harder, making him stretch forward even more as he reached down to his toes. He could barely touch his ankles, as he was not limber at all.

“Just try a little more, stretch your back.” Leigh told him, patting him on the shoulder as she made him fully extend his back as much as he could.

When he was done with what he could do she let him sit back upright and then started him through another stretching exercise. One after another, she made him pull and pop every part of his body until just about every muscle he owned had been stretched or tortured. By the time they were done, he felt like an overused Stretch Armstrong toy, just a lump of wet spaghetti noodles that have long since lost their shape.

Aiden wasn’t a fat guy, or particularly unhealthy, but he was out of shape. He worked an office job, sat all day in a chair, and didn’t play sports. He wasn’t doing anything except to slowly accumulate fat deposits and back pain. All it took was a few random, innocuous, conversations with his next-door neighbor to turn him into the pin cushion for a woman’s need to play doctor, except she was actually trained and not just roleplaying.

While he worked an office job, she worked as an RN for a local pediatrician, so even though she wasn’t really personal trainer, she did know a lot about personal health.

She was a border collie and was a super sweet girl, maybe six or seven years his junior. Very extroverted, outgoing, and was the first neighbor Aiden ever had that introduced herself to him to say hi, and all within a week of her moving in next to him. She did this for everyone else, too, but she’d mentioned once that he was the only person to actually say hi to her more often than once or twice a month.

He guessed she counted as a country girl, since that’s where she was from. Nothing like Texas or fly-over farm country, but she certainly wasn’t from San Furnando County. Leigh was from somewhere further away where there was more land than concrete. Out where the people are a bit friendlier, at least enough to wave and say high more than once a month.

After she finished putting him through all his stretches, she questioned him about what he had done since last Wednesday, and he confessed all of his sins. He had homework, most of it being cardio. At work he was supposed to eat fewer than 1000 calories for his lunch, which was hard since everything around his workplace was fast food or restaurants. At home he was supposed to do the typical 10,000 steps and then try to finish each day with a diet of less than 2,000 calories.

She gave him a C grade for his effort. He’d eaten too much this week and missed his steps a few different days. Not the best, but since she’d started beating him up, he’d lost twelve pounds. Even with a C grade she was proud of him, since he’d not gained back any of the weight he’d lost and she kept telling him he was more limber than he’d been when they’d first started the exercises, and his back wasn’t hurting as much as it used to. That annoying nerve pain at the front of his legs had finally gone away.

He’d actually gone from looking online for expensive orthopedic chairs to just buying an air fryer instead. It just didn’t seem like he’d need to worry about what he was sitting on anymore, so he put his money towards something he could use to cook instead. Everyone says air friers are awesome, but he wasn’t sure what he thought of his yet.

“Ok, so, you really need to at least get all your steps in, ok? Even if you can’t manage your diet, if you get your steps in that means you’re burning calories. Do better than a C next week!” she told him now that they were both in the kitchen with her holding a black sharpie marker.

Pinned to his fridge was a big calendar where he wrote down his calories and steps as a record of progress. That’s how she graded him, just by looking at his calendar and taking him at his word that he wasn’t cheating. She’d notice if he was lying on the calendar, so he didn’t bother even though the temptation was there. She wasn’t mad at him, since he was showing improvement, or at least enough to make her happy.

“I promise I’ll try! I didn’t mean to miss so much.” He replied, now in the process of pulling out his wallet to thumb through his cash until he’d counted out the amount he owed her. He handed her a hundred dollars in twenties, and she took it, thanking him before returning to what she was talking about.

He was a bit sore from all the tugging and pulling she put him through, now leaning up against his kitchen counter while he listened to her talk at length about personal health.

In the typical way of women, she liked to talk, talk, talk and he would be doing more listening that contributing. He figured she appreciated having a ‘patient’ that wasn’t a child for once, and someone that wasn’t a parent. She was flexing her wealth of knowledge most of the time, talking about various ways to adjust one’s diet, or how to do a better workout. She was very knowledgeable about this subject, more so than any pediatrician would need to be.

She’d rock her weight to one leg, then rock it back to the other, him politely listening and watching while he tried to keep his eyes above her bust. Wednesday was the day when she’d swing by to help him because it was also the day she went on her afternoon jog. Her schedule let her get home early each Wednesday, and so she’d exploit that by going for a run and then use up her saved time on something else later in the day.

So, the cute border collie that was a few years his junior stood in his kitchen, tapping the end of the sharper against her cheek while she told him about something she’d read in a medical journal recently about diabetes risk. He listened and did his best to politely admire her slim and trim figure, tightly packed into a two-piece running outfit. Her black and white fur was a bit ruffled from her jog, poking out harshly wherever there was an elastic band.

She was wearing green today, maybe some shade of teal. The elastic was white. Her sports bra was doing a good job at battening down her bust, so it looked modest even when she ran down the sidewalk. He knew this because he watched her jog on her way to his townhouse. It was a very well-made sports bra that knew how to do its job.

Her shorts were just as tight, though there wasn’t anything there to support except a really nice rear end. If he ever let his eyes stray down to her crotch, he could see how the fabric clung around her cleft. It was modest, but his imagination could do some heavy lifting. It was just nice seeing that soft triangle of a woman’s body so neatly hugged by a pair of tight gym shorts.

Her watch began to buzz, and she quickly lowered the sharpie from her cheek and looked at the watch face. It was one of those square smart watches, and there was a small block of text on her screen that was too small and upside-down for him to read.

“Oh! It’s way past the time; I need to run.” Leigh quickly dropped her explanation of diabetes and clicked the sharpie back into the plastic clip on the fridge.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you.” He apologized, even though he wasn’t responsible for keeping anyone anywhere. She just liked to talk.

“No worries, and if anything changes later today, I’ll let you know, ok?” she told him, the border collie stepped close to him to lean in.

He accepted the quick side hug, appreciating her warmth, then she broke away and he walked her to his front door. They exchanged some quick goodbyes, and once she turned her back to him to walk down the sidewalk to make her way over to her own townhouse, he eyed her backside.

With her attention now diverted to other things, she absently reached down to tuck a finger under the elastic band of her shorts, right under one butt cheek, and adjusted the fabric. It was such a quick and effortless gesture, but it was always a nice thing to see. He shut the door after watching her for a little longer.

With her now gone, and his body pulled in every direction but the normal ones, he went upstairs and took a shower. His day was effectively done, and all he had to do was relax and enjoy the rest of his evening with a little something on his computer to look forward to later in the night. He had to double check his calorie count for the day, and figured since it was Wednesday, he could let himself cheat a little. A half-cheat.

He ordered a salad to be delivered, with extra dressing and grilled chicken. It’d push him over 2,000 calories but at least it was a salad! Those are supposed to be good for you. He caught up on his sports news while he waited for his delivery, then watched another episode of a crime drama he’d gotten interested in while he ate.

Wednesdays were good days, having now become the best day of his week. He rarely got visitors, but now Leigh was coming over to visit for at least thirty minutes every week. He got to enjoy her company, the sound of her voice, and she was very cute to look at. The attention was nice, and she too was very nice. She’d always been a good neighbor ever since she first moved in.

Saying hello to him with an introduction as a new neighbor, to even baking him a plate of fresh cookies for her first Christmas here. She’d volunteered to check his mail for him when she found he had to go on a business trip that’d send him out of state for a week. It was nice having a good neighbor for a change.

Later in the day, he checked his phone for the time and saw that it was getting close to 7 o’clock. He was still on the couch, so he hopped up and looked out his front window and saw that her car was in her driveway like it was supposed to be, but nothing else. There was no additional car parked out on the curb in front of her driveway.

He went into the kitchen and spent a few minutes tidying up, tossing the remains of his salad and its container into the bin, then took another peek outside. Seeing no change with the outside world, he checked his phone again before heading upstairs. The master bedroom and bathroom were probably the highlights of his townhouse, both rooms being the only rooms on the top floor, save for the spacious hallway closet. When he first moved in, he’d put a little writing desk by the wall that separated his townhouse from his neighbor’s, with his bed on the opposite wall.

But several months ago, he’d actually asked for her help to give his bedroom a small makeover. He wanted the desk in the opposite corner, and then his bed right by the shared wall. Other small items were naturally shifted into new appropriate places. Now, whenever he laid down for bed his head was to the wall he shared with her.

He was starting to feel a little anxious, pins and needles, as he began his nightly routine of brushing his teeth, everything that needed doing for him to be ready for bed. A little light on his cellphone started blinking, and he excitedly checked his messages with the toothbrush still in his mouth.

She’d texted him, and he quickly put the phone down and spit into the sink, taking a fast swig of water to garble and spit again, before wiping his mouth dry. He grabbed his phone and rushed out of the bathroom and towards the stairs so he could peek out the 2nd floor window. A car was now parked in front of her driveway, but the driver had already made his exit and was probably in her home now.

Quickly returning to the bedroom, he started flicking off lights until he was in darkness next to his bed. He grabbed his iPad from the nightstand, unplugged the power cable, then slipped under the covers with the beginnings of a hard-on growing in his boxers.

He turned on the tablet and started nervously staring at the screen. There wasn’t anything else to do but wait. He tried to relax, did some deep breathing exercises she’d told him about him, and after several painfully long minutes his iPad started notifying him of an incoming FaceTime request. He accepted it, and instead of seeing someone’s face like you’d expect on FaceTime, what he saw was an empty bedroom.

In front of the camera was her bed, neatly made, and the lights were off in the bedroom. There was a single ray of light stretched across the floor and part of the bed from a crack in the bathroom door, and he knew it had to be the bathroom because her entire house was an exact mirror of his own. The camera he was peering through was mounted at vanity she had set up next to her bed, which is where she also liked to keep a little laptop.

He couldn’t hear anything, but there didn’t seem to be anyone in the room or in the bathroom.

“-eah, after my jog I didn’t really do anything else. Just hung out around here waiting for you.” Her voice slowly faded in, beginning quietly before growing in volume until someone clicked the bedroom light on.

“I’m glad you’re doing that, if only the other girls had your ethic for it.” A familiar voice, belonging to a much older man, replied to her.

She was already in the room, stepping into view and walking around her bed, the man she was with following behind her. He was a tall slender borzoi who was much older than her. She approached her vanity, her body taking up most of the camera now, to plug her iPhone into a charging cable before leaving her phone to rest on the counter.

The border collie turned away, her eyes momentary glancing at the camera before making her way back to the older man. She was no longer dressed in her sports bra and tight little shorts. Leigh had this little sun dress on, white with red dots. It was such a cute dress on her, and so he held his iPad closer to his face, letting the tablet rest on his chest as he watched her step up to the older dog.

When she rose up onto her tip toes, the tall borzoi leaned down and kissed her on the lips, her arms wrapping around behind her back.

That old borzoi was her boss, one of the doctors that worked at the pediatrician office she worked at. Aiden’s heart was now racing, watching the pair kiss slowly and deeply. The old dog’s hands reached down her back until they found her ass, and he started groping her cheeks. He dug his hands under the dress, pulling it up and exposing her ass and the narrow evidence of a thong as it ran up the tight cheeks of her ass.

Now that they were locked into a kiss, very little time was being wasted. The old dog was now hunting for the back of her thong, finally found it, and then began to tug it down her ass. The shoelace thick strap fell down the cleft of her ass, then she reached down to her sides and helped, loosening the thong and letting them down to her ankles where she quickly stepped out of them.

“What would you like to do tonight?” Leigh asked him.

The camera couldn’t move, but the pair could. The camera was set up to hold the entire bed in view, and as the two dogs moved about, Aiden could see everything they did.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you this past week.” The borzoi told her.

“Any fun ideas? Or do you want me to pick something out for you?” she asked him, pulling him by the belt towards the end of the bed.

“I have too many ideas to pick just one. What would you say we should do?” He asked her in return.

“I want to wrap my mouth around you.” she told him, pulling him around until the backs of his legs touched the end of the bed.

Aiden listened closely as she gave the simplest, whispered instructions. The small microphone built into the camera wasn’t able to pick up every single noise, but in an otherwise quiet room he could still make out even a whisper.

The borzoi remained standing as she knelt down in front of him, undoing his belt and taking care of his zipper. The view was from the side, giving him a nice shot of the pair in action. The dog’s slacks dropped to the floor, the border collie helping to free him of his shoes and out of his pants legs. The old dog’s underwear was already painfully tented, at least until she buried her face into his bulge, her hands hooking fingertips over his waist band.

She tugged his underwear down, letting his cock pop free. Three or four inches of canine dick was jutting out of his thick sheath. The underwear kept dropping until he was stepping out of them, too. Her nose was pressed against his nuts, silently inhaling his scent and licking his balls.

The dog was old, nearing 60 at least, so it took a while for his dick to get going. Even a cute girl like her had to work him up to speed, her hand rising to wrap itself around his sheath, gently pumping him up and down. Her other hand began to cup his balls, lifting them up and cradling them in her palm while she kissed them.

The look on that old dog’s face was one he’d seen before. It was maybe only a once or twice a month thing, that particular smug looking expression. Most of the time the dog looked gentle, very genial. He had the spitting image look of a man you’d trust your children with as a pediatrician. The sort of kind old man you’d trust to drive your daughter home from school. It was certainly not the look of a man who would pay one of his nurses to moonlight as a prostitute for him.

That smug look he wore now was the face he’d wear when something got into him good the past week, and from what Leigh had confessed to Aiden privately, it was probably her fault her boss got this way. Aiden was under the impression that she did it on purpose but was too shy to admit to it. She got her boss riled up at work every day and now he’s going to fuck the hell out of her for it, and despite his appearance of being an old man, he still had it in him. He apparently rode mountain bikes every weekend and did enough cardio to put his own paltry efforts to shame.

“Measure me, dear.” He told her.

She let go of his sheath, his cock now twice as long as it had been, a thick lump growing within his sheath. She pressed her nose to the base of his sheath, nestling his face right under his cock with her lips at his nut sack. The borzoi wasn’t even fully erect, but he was already long enough to clear her muzzle with his twitching tip hovering over the top of her head.

And there she was, knelt down obediently, putting both hands on her knees while he she let his cock swell to its full size over her head to measure the length of his cock against her whole skull. The old dog grabbed his dick, and started shaking it up and down, patting her atop her head until his shaft began to stiffen taut. It kept growing stiff until it started curling upward, a nice proper erection, firm from tip to base.

Aiden had asked her how hung her boss was, but she didn’t actually know. The best she could do was physically display his size with her hands, stacking them in the air like a children’s game. She did let him measure her hand, so by knowing her hand was 3 inches across he could guess the borzoi was packing a hell of a lot more than gauze at work. At least four or five hands worth of it.

“Slap me.” Leigh told him from beneath his cock.

He did, reaching towards his tip, and tugging it to the side until he let it go. His erect snapped back into place like a doorstop, popping her across the cheek. She even lifted her chin to accept it, wanting his cock to slap her across the face.

“Again?” He asked her, and when nodded, he slapped her across the face with his heavy cock a second time.

She lapped it up, offering her cheek to him, and the old man was grinning. That smugness didn’t vanish, it seemed to be getting worse, like the two of them were feeding off of the same energy. He was amping himself up to rail her and she was egging him on.

He didn’t ask her again but slapped her face on his own. First from the side, then a few times from the top, popping her across her muzzle until there was slick sticky precum drooling all over her face from how ready to go the old man was.

She wrapped her hand around his sheath and began to massage him, gently tugging at the fuzzy covering. His knot was swelling, and she pulled his sheath back until the meaty ball popped free. He watched as she began to lick him across his cock and knot, layering his shaft with spit and then kisses.

Seeing her go to town on a dick like that was incredible. Such a sweet girl opening her mouth and slipping the dog’s massive meat inside, sliding it across her tongue until she had her lips wrapped around him.

And she was great at it! Bobbing up and down on him, quietly gagging every time she pushed her head down onto his cock but never flinching. For the next few minutes, she gave him head, every now and then audibly swallowing. He’d seen how much the old dog could leak before, so much that she had to gulp it down for her to keep going.

When she was done, she popped off his cock and rubbed her face against his spit shined length, letting that slick precum spill out over her face.

“How am I going to make love to you tonight, dear?” He asked her, such a sweet way to ask a woman on her knees how you were going to fuck a very large knot into her.

“Can you make love to me until I break?” Leigh asked him impishly, and he gestured for her to stand.

She got up, and he helped her pull her dress up and over her head, revealing she was without a bra. That sports bra of hers really did some work, hiding her true size. They were at least a full cup size larger than they looked when she was out jogging. The borzoi cupped them in his hands, squeezed them once, before leaning down to lick her across one nipple. She scratched him over the head and behind one of his ears.

When he was done, he began to unbutton his shirt, and she helped him until he was as naked as she was.

The old dog was skinny, a lean man with hardly any body fat on him. All you could see was where muscle rested on his narrow canine frame, and where the occasional boney part natural rose near the surface. They started kissing again, his enormous cock pressing at her stomach as she roamed her hands up and down his toned body.

He pulled her to the bed and pushed her down. Aiden watched as they climbed onto the bed, the bigger dog hovering over the smaller one until he laid on top of her. The way they kissed was passionate, intense, Aiden could hear the wet smacking through the camera.

The borzoi rolled off of her, lying on his side to run his hand down her belly and towards her pussy. She squirmed as his fingers met her folds, and he started fingering her. The old dog knew his way around her pussy, using his fingers to explore everything she had available, and from her body language he always knew the right places to go. From her labia, to her clitoris, and then deep down into her insides until they were all gently tenderized by his steady motions. Rubbing, pressing, little circular motions. He could learn a thing or two about how to please a woman by just studying how the borzoi brought her to orgasm.

Two fingers went inside her, and she was quietly panting as he cradled her to his chest. He was getting her nice and ready for his cock, fingering her more vigorously now, ditching the gentle motions for a much firmer approach. Three fingers were now digging inside her cunt, no doubt curling to find her gspot. He knew he’d found it, too, because of the way she was acting.

“Baby.” she moaned, and the old dog kissed her.

She was spreading her legs wide enough that even from his camera angle Aiden could get a decent enough picture of the dog’s hand digging in with a new finger. four digits were now inside her, his knuckles pressed tight to her labia as he quickly rocked his hand in and out of her pussy. His fingertips must have all been right over her button.

“That’s it, dear.” He heard the borzoi say, and she moaned loudly in reply, arching her back.

“Baby.” she whined, clutching at his chest as he sped up his attack.

For a brief moment he removed his hand, flexing his fingers, then jammed all four of them back inside her. She grunted as his knuckles pushed at her lips, pulling them apart as he forced her cunt apart to fit the width of his hand until his fist sank inside her.

“Baby!” she shouted, and he started cooing gently down at her.

“That’s it, dear. Let it in.” He told her, and he began to violently rock his hand back and forth inside her.

He was fisting her, punching his hand in her deep enough that even his thumb, now curled into his palm, was slipping inside her tunnel. She suddenly snapped, her back arching violently as her legs went rigid. He watched as her eyes bulged out for a moment, her teeth clenching tightly, right before she sagged limp into the old dog’s grip. She started shuddering in climax, howling out long and loud as the dog kept pummeling her cunt with his entire fist. Aiden could hear her screaming both from his tablet and through the wall.

The first time he’d ever seen her have an orgasm, it was strange. It wasn’t anything like he’d have expected from a cute girl like her. She was so sweet, so demure, but she had an orgasm like she was box of explosives tightly wound up like a jack-in-a-box. Every time the old dog turned her handle; she’d build up pressure and then pop like a geyser.

By the time the borzoi was removing his hand from her, she was shivering. His hand dripped from how much she’s soaked him, her essence liberally dripping off his hand like he’d just pulled his hand out from under a running faucet.

Now that he had her ready, he rolled himself back on top of her and slipped himself between her legs. Aiden knew exactly when he entered her, because she sucked in a lungful of air, her back arching as his slipped inside. By the time the borzoi started thrusting, her hands were clutching at his back, her fingertips digging ruts through his fur.

They started kissing again, noisily so, their hips mashing against each other’s wetly. He couldn’t see the penetration, but Aiden could hear it clearly enough. The wet sucking sound of a thick fleshy pole stroking in and out of her like a piston, his toned ass flexing with every thrust of his hips. Whenever their mouths weren’t wetly smacking, she was grunting from his size. Her noises were cute feminine sounds, the exact things he’d have imagined her making if he’d never seen or heard her in bed before. Moments like these were the only times she sounded exactly the way she looked while having sex.

She only got loud, flipping the script, whenever she was being hollowed out and broken in by the borzoi, being fucked exactly like the prostitute he was paying her to be.

And, ok, she also got loud when she was just having an orgasm, just like the one she was working up to right now. Her hands tightened on his back. Her legs were spreading wider, wiggling and kicking across the bed until she had her heels dug into the bed. She was thrusting back at him, rocking and gyrating her hips up against his meaty piston, egging him on until his lazy thrusts grew quick.

Aiden could hear him slapping against her now, their kissing growing more feverish. She grabbed his ass and clung tightly to him, spurring the borzoi to begin jackhammering into her hard until her face tightened up. Her teeth clenched again right before she began to shudder, the old dog watching her face as she began to howl again.

“That’s it, dear.” He told her, his voice now a raspy pant from his efforts.

The borzoi wasn’t much of a talker in bed, but he did like encouraging her gently to fly off the handle whenever she was wrapped tightly around a part of his body. As she exploded in climax, he continued to jackhammer her. Her hands clenched and clawed at his back and at his ass while her legs vibrated and shook. Every time her lungs belted out another shout, another sexed up scream of lust, Aiden could hear it through the wall behind him a second before he heard it again through the tablet’s speakers. The borzoi didn’t stop pounding her until he was satisfied with the result, only slowing his body down to a crawl when her voice began to grow hoarse, and then he finally came to a complete stop.

He laid himself on top of her, letting her draw deep breaths to recover herself and her wits. When he felt she was ready, he began kissing her again even as he pulled his knees up. Little by little he shifted, moved about, taking charge now of how he was going to fuck her. When he was finished, he’d risen up to his knees, hovering over her smaller body with his hands pressed down over her shoulders.

With his left leg, he lifted his knee and planted the ball of his foot to the bed, and then he did the same with his right. His fat nuts were dripping with her essence as he held her down in what could only be described as a classic mating press, a large dark stain of feminine essence soaked into the middle of the bed where he’d just finished fucking her into the mattress.

And now he was going to do it again, the borzoi fucking her anew, lifting and dropping his hips, making her grunt each time. Now that he was dropping his hips down into her, those grunts from before had a different tone, like they were being fucked out of her by force. She was pawing at his chest, running her fingers through his fur, while the wet noise of a swollen knot slapped against a taut pussy. The dog’s heavy nuts draped over her ass, shaking and clapping against her as he too began to grunt with exertion.

“G’ Odd! Baayby!” Leigh whined, long and loud, more fervently pawing at his chest as the borzoi sped up his thrusts.

The older dog had his eyes shut now, focused only on the rhythm of his hips as he clapped and mashed his against hers, grinding his knot against her pussy with each hard descent.

“Adam!” she shouted out the borzoi’s name, reaching up to grab his shoulders.

“Baby! Knot me! Knot me!” she begged him, shouting, her voice carrying through the wall and then through the speakers like a lustful echo.

He dropped his hips hard against her one last time, shoving his knot against her entrance with everything he had. She groaned happily, her toes stretching and curling. The borzoi was no longer moving his hips, and instead was catching his breath, holding himself still while his swollen knot teased the border collie’s stretched taut tunnel.

“Baby, pleease!” she begged him through clenched teeth, her voice like a growl as she gripped him over the shoulders with a white-knuckle grip.

She was now showing that other side of herself, the part of her that was a full-blooded prostitute. The sweet girl next door revealed herself to be cock hungry and insatiable in these moments when a man was with her and on the verge of marking his final claim on her body.

“Not yet, dear.” He told her with a quiet pant.

He continued to hold himself still against her until he was satisfied. The borzoi then sat back, and let his cock slurp out of her sodden cunt, the camera catching every lurid noise of that pussy slick dick slipping free of a well lubricated hole.

“Baby!” she whined loudly, pouting.

He crawled forward, laying himself down next to her on his back, then began to pat himself on the stomach. She knew what that meant, and with shaky arms and legs she picked herself up and began to crawl on top of him. Another minor direction from the borzoi was given, and she mounted him for reverse cowgirl.

Her tail was wagging as she reached down to grab his cock, rubbing his tip against her slit.

“On your feet.” The borzoi told her, and she did as she was told, moving to the balls of her feet before prepping his cock at her entrance again.

She dropped her hips onto him, making both of them grunt. Being the younger, fit, health nut that she was, she was a master at riding cock. The border collie planted both her hands on the bed in front of her and went to town, rapidly pumping his cock with her pussy, making sure she was slapping herself against his knot just as he’d done to her.

As Aiden watched, he noticed she’d moved one hand off the bed to her stomach, rubbing that spot of her tummy where the borzoi’s cock was tapping at her from the inside. His dick was so impressive, what an incredible tool to have!

“Whenever you’re ready, dear!” The borzoi panted at her, and she happily squealed now that she had permission.

She slammed her hips down, groaning loudly as she forced his knot against her tight cunt. She started aggressively grinding her cunt against him, lowering the hand that was over her stomach down to his knot. She grabbed him, wrapped her whole hand around his meaty ball like she was about to cradle a wine glass in her hand. Meanwhile, he was pulling up his knees and planting his feet to the bed, while his hands reached out to her hips.

He grabbed her, then started bucking his hips. She shouted with surprise, then redoubled her aggression against his knot, angrily grinding her cunt against him with every intent to pop his huge orb inside her. With every buck of his hips, she grunted until she started to sound hoarse again.

As the pair worked his knot against her, Aiden watched with excitement as her demeanor began to change. Her mouth was hanging open, grunting and panting with thin strings of spit dripping from her mouth. Her eyes were losing their focus, lost in their gaze as the knot below stole away her attention.

The borzoi grunted noisily, gritting his teeth as he gave her one last vicious thrust, and then a brief, sharp squelch came from her pussy. She shouted the borzoi’s name again, but the knot was still locked outside. He bucked up into her again, except this time she slammed her hips down to meet him. This time the squelch was longer and was quickly joined by the border collie’s scream of ecstasy.

Her body began to vibrate and shake, her eyes going crossed as both her hands moved to touch her stomach, feeling the bulge deeply planted inside her belly as the older dog locked himself tight inside her.

Aiden then had the pleasure of watching as the borzoi’s nut began to angrily jump between his thighs, each bounce of those heavy hangers drawing them up higher and higher until they were locked as tightly against his body as his knot was in her pussy.

“Baaayby!” Leigh shouted, her mouth hanging open with drool dripping liberally from each corner of her mouth.

As she was claimed by her climax, screaming for the old dog as he finished inside her, he tugged her backwards. She collapsed over his chest, the subtle bulge in her stomach now steadily growing as the borzoi dumped his seed into her with every twitch of his balls. He clung to her, wrapping his arms around her as she continued to shudder, screaming in climax now as her body was overcome with the intensity of his enormous knot locked tight inside her cunt.

While she continued to shake and shout, the old dog panted and grunted, clinging tightly to her with his arms until after a few minutes of steady ejaculation, his nuts were finally slowing down. Her tummy was distended, full of the dog’s seed, and the border collie was limp like a rag doll. She laid across him now, quietly panting with a noticeable amount of spit soaked through the fur of her face.

“Thank you, dear.” The borzoi exhaled into her ear, hugging her tightly and burying his muzzle into the crook of her neck.

She was comatose, still lost in the fog of orgasmic bliss. While the borzoi waited for her to recover, he continued to hug her, quietly thanking her until at last she began to recover her wits. She found his hands and clung to them, and for the next several long minutes the two lay quietly on the bed while they waited for the old dog’s knot to start shrinking.

After a while, it finally did, and they rolled over onto their sides so he could slip himself free. A deluge of thick cum spilled from her hole, and for a moment the borzoi sat on the bed next to her and admired his handiwork, petting her gently on her hip.

“Can you come in early tomorrow? Mrs. Johnson is bringing Bobby in for his shots, and I want someone there who can help hold him down.” He suddenly changed the subject from pleasure to business.

“Mhm. I can.” she replied, reaching her hand down her side to place it over the one he had on her hip.

The borzoi used his other hand to wipe clean his cock, catching the copious mess in his palm before rubbing it on her thigh. He repeated this twice more, then slid off the bed, popping his back with a stretch.

“Thank you for coming over, baby.” she told him from the bed.

He leaned over, the mattress sagging under his weight as he planted his hands on the bed. He gestured for her to come to him. She did, crawling, rolling and leaking all at the same time, until they were kissing again. Their kiss lingered for a while and then ended with the borzoi collecting his clothing and dressing himself. By the time he was done he looked almost exactly as he did when he first arrived.

He then wished her a goodnight and left, the border collie waiting until after he was gone before she moved again. She crawled to the edge of the bed, slipping off the edge, and then on wobbly legs she made her way to the vanity, and the camera that was mounted there.

She stood silently, rocking her weight onto one hip as she stood in front of the camera, no differently than she done in his kitchen earlier in the day. At this range, and with her standing, the camera could only capture her body from her crotch to just under her breasts. For a lingering moment, she stood there and let the cum ooze from her cunt, all for Aiden’s benefit, and then she bent down to drop her tits and face into frame.

Now he could see how ruined her face was, fur matted with spit, precum, tears, and ruined makeup. She looked so beautiful like this!

“Do better than a C next week.” Leigh remined him with a whisper, then waved at the camera before ending the FaceTime call.

He let out a deep, satisfied sigh, and shut off his iPad before setting it down on the nightstand. He’d popped his own cork halfway through their session and spent the rest just admiring them as they went at it. He still couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have such a good neighbor.