The Persistent Doggy 3

The Persistent Doggy – 3

Summary – Elizabeth’s persistent doggy continues to take advantage of her.

Previous Chapter Summary – Elizabeth’s horny, persistent doggy has his way with her.

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This is a work of fiction, make-believe, fantasy, and not based on real people or actual events. You must be of 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity involving animals in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a harmless fantasy into reality can have serious repercussions. Please keep your fantasies in your mind.

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Elizabeth Lambert sat in her favorite chair and contemplated her life.

It had seemed like a good idea to adapt a dog. She had imagined having a loyal companion by her side, a fierce protector, and something to fill the empty void in her life. She never imagined the upheaval a dog would have upon her quiet life.

Her new dog, Rascal, was indeed loyal and protective, but also very horny, and persistent. He was constantly poking at her feminine charms with his inquisitive nose, licking any exposed skin, and pestering her by wagging his tail expectantly, which caused his often-semi-hard dog-penis to wave back and forth hypnotically.

“What was I to do?” she muttered under her breath.

She remembered when they made love for the first time; “No,” she corrected herself – when Rascal fucked her. Fucked her thoroughly and dominantly in her own living-room. If she had been a dog-bitch, she’d be pregnant right now, she mused. Knocked-up with a dozen or more squirming puppies inside of her.

Elizabeth stared at the huge wet-spot on her once pristine living-room carpet. The very spot where the warm dog-cum and hot pussy-juice gushed from her flooded cunt. She was still amazed at the size of his penis after he removed it. Long, thick, red and purple, slick from their combined juices and waving obscenely. She was amazed it has fit inside of her. Especially the knot. ‘Oh, that knot! That wonderful knot!’

And, he had the nerve to fuck her again while she was cleaning up the mess! It her fault, she supposed, getting on her hands and knees with her puffy pussy still exposed to him. He had come up behind her, gave her a few licks, and then jumped on her, easily finding her still dilated hole.

Interestingly, he had only humped her a few times before jumping off again. Elizabeth knew he hadn’t done it because he was horny. No, they were both sexually satisfied. He did it to show his dominance over her. He was telling her, “This is my pussy now, and I’ll fuck it whenever I want.”

She glanced at him, lying on the floor panting with his tongue hanging out. And, what a tongue! It is so long, thick, slippery, and warm. She loved the way it snakes right up inside of her pussy. Or how it wetly slides across her stiff clit and how he licks all of the sensitive areas around her pussy, ass, and thighs. Just last night, he licked her pussy so good, so long, deep, and intense, that she had an orgasm; for the first time in her entire life! A real orgasm. An earth-shattering, body- shaking, mind-blowing, pussy-exploding, orgasm!

Rascal certainly was persistent. No matter how many times Elizabeth told him “No” he continued to lick, hump, or wave his disgusting erect, red, gnarly, mesmerizing, penis in her face.

Elizabeth had to lock him out of her bedroom later that morning so she could get naked and shower in peace. She didn’t come out until she was fully dressed, and wearing pants instead of her usual skirt. During the day, he again poked her firmly in her pussy, letting her know what he wanted. He became even more insistent and demanding as the day wore on.

She finally gave in to his incessant demands after dinner. She knew she wouldn’t have any peace until she acquiesced. Besides, she was also horny and a little curious. All those pokes and licks had an effect on her, and she wanted to know if sex with Rascal would always be so intense.

Rascal followed her into the bedroom and watched her remove her clothes. She dropped her bra and slipped off her panties. He sat down and barked at her, wagging his tail. His pink, pointed, dick was already poking out of its furry enclave.

“Bark!” Rascal wagged his tail harder. “Thump, thump, thump.” He was excited and happy, judging by his growing penis and the smile on his face. “Bark, bark!”

“Oh, you, horny, dirty, dog, you,” Elizabeth said to him, bending over to scratch his ears and letting her full, heavy, breasts sway beneath her.

He followed her into the master bath, prodding her ass and pussy with his cold, wet, nose, and licking her incessantly. She retrieved her largest, fluffiest, most absorbent towel and tossed it on the bed. She pulled back the covers and laid down, her body flat and stiff, as she used to do with her husband, waiting for the inevitable.

Rascal jumped up onto the bed, his pink cock extending and growing. He sniffed her entire body, lapped at her face and breasts, and then stuck his nose into her groin.

“Oh, doggy!” Elizabeth exclaimed, “you are turning me into a wicked, sex-crazed, harlot! But if feels so good! I never knew it could be so…, so…, depraved…, and intense!”

Not wanting to appear too eager, Elizabeth kept her legs closed, making Rascal lap at her outer lips and pubis. He snaked his tongue deeper, trying to lick up her sweet-tasting secretions.

Elizabeth rolled her head on her pillow, reveling in the feelings. She fluttered her eyes to see Rascal’s cock. It was so close to her body. She could reach out and touch it if she wanted to. She remembered the few times she had touched her ex-husband’s penis, and vividly recalled that single, horrible, failed attempt to masturbate him.