Buster’s Bitch

“Buster’s Bitch”



It was Dan’s idea, to breed dogs that is, “A sure fire way of making a bit of extra money”, as he put it, “for very little out lay”. Well I wasn’t convinced, “What about the rearing and vaccinations and the Vet bills?” I had asked, “Ah don’t worry about any of that” he had said, “It won’t cost us a cent, well apart from the outlay for a good stud dog and his up keep but that will be a pittance compared to the money we can get for the stud fees, and we get the pick of the litter too, so there’s an added bonus”.

Of course Dan had already set his mind on the scheme and I just knew from experience anything I had to offer in the way of problems or discouragement of the idea would be countered with a diatribe of well researched responses. So, I agreed, if it made him happy I didn’t really care as long he didn’t rope me into his scheme.

We spent the next couple of weeks searching through the small ads and looking up dog breeders and must have traveled at least 600 miles up and down state looking at puppies that would make a good breeding stud, Of course Dan had done all the research – and knew exactly what breed he wanted and I have to say, when he finally decided on the puppy he wanted my heart melted a little. Buster, which was the name he smugly labeled the adorable little Doberman puppy looked so cute and fragile on his little spindly legs

I guess it was my maternal instinct and we bonded very quickly over the next few months, especially with Dan working during the days. Buster would follow me everywhere and loved plenty of petting. The Kennel club had advised that we should wait at least 8 months before Buster could be introduced to his first bitch and that we shouldn’t expect too much from his first attempts. In the time between Buster settled down to being a really loyal and friendly pet and it was amazing how quickly he grew by the end of the eighth month he was already nearly two thirds grown.

Well the first couple of matings were a complete disaster Buster just didn’t have a clue in fact he didn’t seem to get any better after several more attempts which really frustrated Dan. Problem was Dan wasn’t the only one getting frustrated; Buster’s inability to complete coitus with the bitches he was supposed to be servicing left him unsatisfied too.

I can’t remember exactly how it all started; I just remember that one evening I was sitting watching the TV. I was stretched out on the couch in my baggy tee nightshirt and panties whilst Dan was sat drinking a beer. Without any warning, Buster got up from his basket sniffed the air and wander over to the couch. Then the dirty dog pushed his nose right up my nightshirt pressing his nose hard against the gusset of my panties. Reflexively I recoiled pulling my legs up and shrieked at the young dog. Buster shrank back and sat with his head hung in shame whilst my husband turned to look at me bemused with a – “what the f*** was that all about look on his face”.

I explained to Dan what had just transpired and to my astonishment he just laughed saying, I guess he’s got a good nose for fine pussy, that’s my boy he said looking at Buster who on hearing the congratulatory and jovial tone of my husband, got up and trotted over to him. My husband proceeded to pet and pat him saying thing like, “Good Boy, you like that pussy, Horny dog, good boy, etc etc.”

“Dan!”, I had complained, “you shouldn’t be encouraging him like that, I don’t want him learning bad habits like sniffing my crotch every five minutes that isn’t right in fact it down right disgusting.”

“Lighten up” Dan replied softly, “He’s just a dog, he doesn’t know any better, for him it’s just natural to sniff at stuff”

“Yeah, well let him sniff at you if you feel that way about it” I had replied coolly

“Don’t think he’s that way inclined?” Dan smirked back, “If he does it again, just close you legs, push him away and tell him No, don’t shriek and leap about, hell girl you nearly gave me a heart attack”

We resumed our original positions, watching TV this time I had my legs firmly crossed and my nightshirt tugged between my inner thighs.

Buster settled back down lying close to the couch but not looking at me, he still obviously felt some guilt so I petted him on the head and said, “It’s ok just don’t do that again”.