I am His bitch

My dreams were interrupted by a loud bark.

I groggily rub my eyes awake and smile at the behemoth of the dog that has invaded my bed. “God damnit Brutus, go away” I laugh playfully at him. He is an Alaskan Malamute – a breed known for their loyalty, strength, and size. And in none of those categories is he found wanting. At 120 lbs he weighs more than I do, and with the top of his head resting at nearly three feet from the ground, his ears could easily tickle my nipples.

His big, loving, dopey eyes are transfixed on me and he lets out a pitiful “whump” from his big jowls. I giggle and push his head away, or rather, I attempt to. My little arm does little more than squish his skin around. I’m a little girl – not in the sense of age, but physically. I’m in my late 20s, just over 5’1”, at 110 lbs.

I’ve never had much of an issue with gaining weight luckily. I hit puberty fairly late, and before it I was flat as a stick, but once it came, boy did it hit me like a bat. Basically all the weight I gained went into one of two areas. I’ve got a nice pert ass, and rather large breasts which stick out somewhat. Before my breasts grew, I was hyper-conscious about my puffy nipples, but now, it’s something I’ve grown to love about myself.

While I’m fairly pale, tan lines from last Summer refuse to fade. I have deep reddish-brown eyes, and auburn wavy hair that falls past my shoulders. My cheeks are sprinkled with freckles, and my lips are… Well nice and thick. Both pairs of them, come to think about it, hahaha.

Brutus, my beautiful and klutzy beast of a dog huffs again, louder this time, and pounces on the bed. One of his large paws lands some of his weight on me, and fuck, is he heavy. I laugh and reach with both of my arms to grab him by his neck, my fingers gripping handfuls of his thick hair as we wrestle. The covers are a mess, and my left leg is twisting out of them to grip him as well. I try to turn him on his side, but he instead uses his bulk to hold me down. Now I’ve got both of my legs wrapped around him, and his paws are gripping my shoulders.

I feel the heat emanating from his body. The power of his muscles as he playfully wrestles me into submission, and a wet squirt splashing onto my stomach and clit. “Brutus you shameless horndog!” I laugh and slide my left arm under his head to escape under his front legs. Doing so, my back is turned to him, and he seizes the opportunity. He immediately grips my hips with his large paws, holding me in place.

I yelp as his claws dig into my skin. Stupid. I shouldn’t have let him get me into this position without putting his socks on. I feel his full heavy, hot, furry body lean on me, and I fall to my elbows under him. I try to push up, intent on getting his socks on him, but his weight, his power, his insistence, holds me down.

I feel another splash of his precum against my now wet lips. I bite my lip and look between my legs to see his heavy balls swinging. His hips are methodically pressing into me, searching for my pussy.

I groan as play turns to lust, and, in spite of the pain his claws cause as they scratch my hips with his grip, I arch my ass out, presenting my pussy fully for my lover.

He wastes no time.

Immediately I feel a wet heat slap against my clit, sending a shudder up my spine. It presses now, sloppily coating my lips in his precum, rubbing with force and insistence.

I let out a moan, as his slimy dick continues to rub my lips to my clit. I know he’s getting frustrated, I can feel his body gripping me tighter, his thrusts growing more pronounced and insistent, but fuck, it feels good.

With the next thrust he pulls back, and I feel his wet dick slip past my pussy lips, inside of me. His grip on me tightens, and his thrusts become deep. His balls pull back far and I feel his weighty balls slap against my clit as his dick begins to invade me.

Fuck, the feeling is good.

Imagine the best dick you had, but now, imagine if that dick lubricated itself. Imagine if it only grew larger, and larger, and larger – larger than any man’s could. It’s clean and doesn’t have any gross or nasty smelling bits like those of guys. Its balls are heavy, and full of so so so much more cum than what a man can produce. Its tip is soft and tapered, and, for girls that are into this idea, presses snugly against your cervix (ow, I know, but I love the feeling of having his cum being delivered directly to my womb).