Snippet: Lost Dog

 Leanna Baker had everything she’d needed in her car except gas. She had picked up her son Cyrus’s baseball gear, her soccer gear for coaching her church’s team, and chicken fried steakf or her, her son, and her husband Matthew. All that was left was to gas up on the way home. She had stopped at the only station on the way between their house in the country and the city, surrounded by waving fields of grass and dense clusters of trees, and just replaced the handle after filling up when she noticed something moving off in the distance.

She lifted the large Quay sunglass to look more clearly with round friendly eyes as rich an earthy brown as the wavy strands that cascaded down one side of her head, exposing her neck on the other side. She took tentative steps forward in her comfy flats, her sky blue skirt offering just enough room for her to move quickly. She stepped out from under the station’s cover and saw a forlorn form moving slowly down the road, summer heat bending the air around it. It was a dog, that looked even more tired and drained than she felt.

“Oh, poor thing,” said Leanna, wondering if it was a neighbor’s dog that had gotten out.

She quickly hopped back and into her car and headed down the road toward it. If it heard or noticed her coming, it did nothing to show it. Leanna drove slowly, hoping her large SUV didn’t scare it off. But the poor dog merely kept lazily strolling down the road. By the time she caught up with it, it had gone down a curve that dead ended into a patch of trees and the beginnings of one of the many fields, the gas station, main road, and highway beyond almost all but out of view. Leanna stopped her car, tires sketching on gravely pavement, and got out, holding a bottle of expensive Fiji water n her hand.

She saw it was a he, pitch black with a white belly, and stood with his back to her, panting, under the shade of nearby oaksy, surrounded by asphalt and yellow grass baked in the summer sun. Leanna wrung her hands on the bottle as her flats tapped on the pavement toward it.

“Hey, boy?” she said, edging towards it. “You okay?”

He turns its head to her, long tongue lolling out. He was a pitbull, a young one too, not fully grown, and for a moment that made Leanna pause. But when she got a good look at his desperate face and dopey expression, she felt he was no threat. There was no collar on it, but even if it wasn’t somebody’s dog, he still needed help.

“You poor dear,” said Leanna. “How about some water?”

She poured some into her hand and knelt down to hold it out toward the dog. It smacked its lips and turned to slowly walk up to her. For just a moment, Leanna was prepared to smack it with the bottle and run if it tried anything. But all it did was caustiosly approach, then eagerly, sniff the water in her hand, andthen quickly lap it up. It t hen regarded with with a look of dopey hope, and Leanna rewarded it with another drink from her palm.

“Aren’t you a happy boy,” she asked, beginning to cautiously pat it’s head. “You don’t have a collar, but I wonder if you’re chipped.”

She gave him another sip, his tongue tickling her hand, and then proceeded to kneel down in front of him and scratch his head. He didn’t seem too dirty, and was friendly enough.

“You know,” she said, “my son has been talking about adopting a dog. Maybe God guided you to us.”

He merely sat there enjoying the attention and water, panting, his breath a dirty, meaty musk.

Leanna said, “Ew. We’ll need to brush your teeth as well as get you your shots. And we’ll...”

It was then she noticed something long beginning to poke out from underneath, something red and veiny.

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed with a hand to her wide lips. “Aren’t you excited! Well, we’ll just, um, j-just…”

The dog had begun licking her hand, his saliva warm and tongue soft, his tongue flicking against her wedding band. As she continued staring at his growing erection, he them moved up to her slender wrist and arm. Leanna blushed hard and felt her breathing grow hot and deep.

Her hand moved errantly to her chest, heaving with her breaths, and suddenly feeling very constricted by the white button up top covering her small, pert breasts and the slim gold cross dangling around her neck.

“You, um, certainly are… oh, affectionate,” she said, fanning herself.

His face moved farther up her arm. Her fingers undid one of the buttons of her blouse. She knew it was hot outside, but now she was positively baking! And his loving drool felt so cool when the breeze hit it.

“N-now, boy,” she said, eyelids heavy, her eyes unable to look away from his red hardness, “don’t get any ideas, I’m a… a married mother, and I…”

He lifted his wet nose to her bare neck and began slowly sliding his tongue up and down her skin, lifting and dropping the gold chain around it. Drool began to run down to her chest.

“H-Hey,” she muttered, weakly pushing against his face, “Stop that, now.”

But he didn’t. He began licking up and down her neck and down to her chest, his nose nuzzling between her breasts. Leanna lifted her head as if to move away, but that only exposed more of her bare skin to him. She felt like a popsickle being licked in the head of summer, and she wondered how good she tasted to him.

A paw came up and began tugging at her skirt, his claws scraping her skin as he tried to pull it down.

“N-No!” she said and put both hands on him. But his weight pressed into her, threatening to push her onto her back.

Another paw came up and clawed at her blouse, pulling a few buttoms loose. Her white bra came into contact with the air and more of the slobber on her chest felt at first warm then cool to the air.

“Stop!” she pleaded. “Bad boy!” She pressed harder against him, fear shocking her nerves. But she couldn’t stop her heart from racing, from her lungs blazing and making panting breaths come from her lips.

He tugged her skirt down, exposing some of her hip and butt. She struggled to stay on her knees. His hardness wobbled eagerly as he pawed at her.

“Oh, God!” she cried.

He raised up on his hindlegs and t hen placed his arms on her shoulders. Then with a pull he tugged and down came her shirt, unbuttoned, her shoulders exposed. His paws landed on her lap and pulled at her skirt more, exposing her white cotton panties and butt to the sunlight.

Her heart pounding, she put her hands on his chest in a last attempt to shove him away. “Get off!” she said with a deep breath.

He responded by licking her face. First it was a big slobbery lick up her face, then he was pressing his nose against her cheek, giving her soft laps with his tongue that slipped between her lips. His tongue was like silk and his breath sweetly rotten. Leanna took in a quick, deep breath of it, then slowly exhaled.

“Ooooh,” she said. Her tongue rolled out and met his. “Oh, good boy.”

Her eyes drunkenly met his. As if in a dream, she met his kisses with her own, pressing against his tickling nose, her tongue lapping against his, prickling against his teeth.

“What am I doing?” a part of her mind wondered. But it was receeding farther and farther back, pushed away by hot, wet waves of pleasure.

“Mmm, yeah,” she moaned. Leanna opened her mouth wider and lapped her tongue against his, his sickly sweet saliva flowing down her chin and soaking her chest. It felt like kissing a wet dream full of taboo promise her waking mind dared not remember. But it was real, and it was now, and she was awash in it.

They kissed for minutes, lips meeting muzzle, his tongue exploring her mouth and hers his. It was awkward and imperfect but like being able to kiss candy so bad for her it was all but too good to taste. She began to sweat under the sunlight and tore off her shirt and undead her bra, letting her breasts hang free. His lappings moved to her chest and, tongue flicing her nipples, making them harder, teeth occasionally gnashing on them and sending piercing pleasure t hrough her body.

“Yes!” Leanna said. All concerns washed out of her mind by animal lust and hormones, she pulled her skirt down along with her panties until she was naked save for her flats. She knew they were partially blocked off by the grass and hills, but even if somebody saw her, she knew she wouldn’t stop.

As his attention went to bathing her breats in affection, she reached out and took hold of his erection. It was shiny and hard and smooth, smoother than any dick she’d held before, with a hard knot-like bulb at the base of his sheath. She began to stroke him and said, “Does that feel good?”

He reached up and licked her cheek. Leanna briefly wondered, had he done that in response? But no, that’s impossible. As impossible as her being aroused and fucking a dog.

“Fucking,” she said, a word that rarely came from her Christian lips. She said it again like it was a rare candy she got to suck on. “Fuck,” she said to him, leaving her lips open to let the word come out like a desperate sigh.

He licked her lips and caressed her tongue with his.

“Fuck me,” she said, almost shocking herself by saying it, but meaning it more than any prayer she’d uttered in a while. She roleld onto her knees, placing them on her discarded clothes, and not caring when some of her skin touched hot pavement. “Dear Christ, fuck me.”

She lowered her torso and lifted her rear high into the air, reaching back to spread her pussy’s lips open for him. At first he just sniffed and licked her, which felt good. But she wanted more. She got it when he quickly pounced on top of her and began thrusting his hips into hers. His dick flew around widly, and Leanna bit her lip waiting for it to penetrate her. After a few moments, she reached back, took hold of his hardness, and guided it into her. His pointed tip pierced into her pleasurably, and then with a wanton thrust he was in her, pressing deep inside, his bulbous knot slamming into her.

“Oh… ah… gah!” she grunted as he widly pounded her. “Oh… God… yes!”

Her fingernails dug at the pavement and tugged at the fabric beneath her and her toes curled inside her shoes. Her chest bounced as he pounded her and her gold cross necklace threatened to fly off.

“God, fuck!” Leanna cried. She was past caring if anyone heard. “God, fuck me, yes!” Her mind fleeted with thoughts of how much she loved her husband and how sweet and gentle a love rhe was, but this was like being fucked into a new creature that thrived on sinful, animal lust.

He kept thrusting in and out ofher with wet squelches, his hot musk overpowering her nose. His paws wrapped around her hips tight and kept her from crawling away even if she wanted to. If anything, it made her even more aroused, knowing she was being taken by this animal and had no means of escape.

“Yes, fuck!” she cried, his point scraping tickles inside her, his girth pushing inside, sliding against her G spot. “Good boy! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

As if on command, he panted louder and slammed harder into her. His knot pressed harder and harder against her with each thrust.

“G-Good boy!” Leanna cried. “Good…”

A loud ringing set to the tune of “Amazing Grace” cut through her pleasure like a knife. Leanna felt buzzing and realized her phone, left in her skirt pocket, was ringing. She grabbed at it, trying to pull it out and silence it.

With trembling fingers, she accidentally accepted the call.

“Mom?” came Cyrus’s voice.

Leanna gasped and dropped the phone onto the ground. The dog continued pounding her and she tried not to pant like a bitch in heat along with him.

“Mom, are you there?” she dimly heard Cyrus call.

Biting her lip, she tapped the button for loudspeaker.

“H-Hey, baby!” she said, trying to steady her voice against the dog’s thrusting.

“Hey mom!” her precious boy called. “Just making sure you got my baseball equipment.”

“Oh!” she said as the dog slammed into her. “Y-Yes, baby, I… oh, I g-got it.”

“Excellent! Thanks Mom!” he cheered. “You get dinner too?”

The dog’s paws held her tight as it’s thrusts grew shorter, its knobby knot threatening to dig into her.

“Y-Yes, baby, I got it,” Leanna said. “Oh, fucking God!” she muttered under her breath through gritted teeth as his knot pressed harder against her.

Cyrus asked, “What was that, Mom?”

“N-Nothing, baby, just, uh, b-bad traffic. Oh!”

The bublous meat threatened to jam into her. She could feel him pressing harder and harder.

“Oh, okay,” said Cyrus.

His lustful growls burned into her ears hotter thant he sun above. His hold on her was so tight she was afraid her legs would go numb. And that bulb…

“Be careful, then,” said Cyrus. “I’ll see you soon when you get home.”

Harder and harder he pressed, deeper and harder he fucked her.

“Okay, baby!” Leanna yelled.

Closer, Closer.

“I love you, Mom,” said Cyrus.

Then it went in. The huge knot shoved into her and locked them together like a slave to a master.

“Oh, God!” Leanna cried. “I love you too, baby!”

She slammed her hand onto the phone and ended the call. She gripped it so hard it threatened to crack even under the safety of its case. Her hands clawed at the fabric beneath her, her toes curled, and her head arched back and she let out a loud, desperate moan as he almos thiked himself up off the ground furiously fucking her. His knot stuck into her felt like they’d melded in heat, and his pointed tip and thick, bulbous girth jostling inside her pressed against her G spot and sent pleasure shivering down her. Sweat poured down her body, mixing with his drying saliva. Leanne reached back and twisted her clit as he pounded deep into her.

“Fuck yes!” she screamed. “Ooh! God, fuck, forgive me, fuck, yes!”

For a while all she could do was holler and scream, her sounds blocked by the hills and drowned out by the distant traffic from the road and the highway. The pleasure, which had all but washed over her, now drowned her. Blood pumped through her body so loudly she couldn’t hear her own screams of pleasure. The tingling in her pussy had become a lightning storm. Her body tensed, she held her breath, and then screamed, “Fuuuuucking Goooooood!” from deep in her throat as he began shooting hot wet bullets into her.

She screamed until she had not breath left and the pleasurable wave receeded. Leanna went limp and collapsed to the ground, legs splayed out, her upper body on the hot, gritty road. She breathed into the ground as the dog panted, his cock still locked into her. They sat that way for a minute, raggedly breathing, stuck together, fluids drying into sticky paste on her skin as the baleful sun bore down on them.

Slowly, the dog began pulling, trying to free himiself. Leanna gasped as he did, and tried to spread her lips to let him loose. But he was stuck good. She bit her lip and pulled against him until, with a wet “schlump” and a sudden feeling of being empited, he pulled out. Leanna cried in shock and a little pain, then sighed with relief. Hot cum slipped out of her and onto the ground.

Slowly, she sat up, shaking her head. The dog had trotted up to the car and seemed to be waiting on her to open the hatch and let him in.

Then, as quick as a Texas weather change, reality coldly flooded Leanna’s mind. What had she done? What would she do now?

The dog only smiled happily at her, and she couldn’t tell if it was one of appreciation or one of knowing where its next meal would come from.

Shocked tears streamed down her cheeks, and Leanna covered her mouth as her heart beat rapidly. She clutched at her cross necklace, and prayed, “God, what have I done? Forgive me. What… what do I do now?”

As if in anser, the dog pawed at the car.

“Cyrus has always wanted a pet….” was all she could think.